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Orbital Academy VII -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX (Did you love this story? Hate it? Want a sequel? Please let me know at [email protected]!) -------------------------------------------- "Sir, can I speak freely?" Captain Jane Appet spoke through clenched teeth, staring across the desk at the commander of Orbital Academy. "Permission denied," Major Auspus replied cooly. His fingers flicked across the screen he held, comparing it to a page of notes on his desk, the picture of distracted business. "Yes sir," Jane turned and walked toward the door, fuming, mind spinning. "This is why I like you Captain Appet," the Major's voice stopped her at the door, "any other person to ask that question would give me a piece of their mind regardless of my answer. Of course that means, ironically, that I am far more willing to listen to your rants than theirs. Yes you may speak freely." "This is stupid, dangerous, reckless and entirely ill-advised," the Major's compliment barely registered in Jane's mind as she turned back to him, "my squad is an excellent rookie team, but there's *no way* it's responsible to send them on a full planetary run!" "I must admit I'm surprised to hear you say that," the Major smiled wryly at his screen as he spoke, "you spoke so adamantly at the last meeting. About the abilities of your rookies, about the need for the orbital to stop coddling first years, about how we faced a threat that would need a strong crop of pilots." "That was when they were going to be fighting a flamer Drake, this is entirely different!" "I see it simply as a natural progression Captain Appet. Your team is the model by which other rookie squads are measured, but right now everyone else is catching up. After the excellent way they handled the exothermic Drake, the next step is to get them experience with a planetary run." "Two of my squad almost died handling that Drake!" "Captain Appet," the Major set aside his screen and turned to Jane for the first time. Even after a decade serving under him Jane wasn't used to the look of utter control in Major Auspus' face. The age and wisdom of seventy years stared at her from a face that didn't look a day past twenty. He was usually so level-headed that it was easy to forget he could stare her down in a heartbeat. "Orbital Academy's pilots 'almost die' on every single mission they undertake," he continued, his attention fully on her, "we have an incredibly dangerous occupation, without question the most dangerous of any of the orbitals. The brave men and women who are here on this orbital have volunteered their lives towards the goal of keeping the entire orbit safe, and they have done so with the full knowledge that they place their lives at risk. To prevent the exceptional rookies in your squad from engaging in a mission because they might get hurt is a disrespect I refuse to show them. That is all, you are dismissed." Jane stared at the Major. His words left her feeling cowed and immature, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow...wrong. "You're putting these kids in way more danger than they can handle Major Auspus...how can you not see that?" "Captain Appet, I said you are dismissed." She left the room in a daze, head spinning, wondering how she would break it to her squad. *** "This is so awesome!" "I *knew* we impressed them with the Drake" "I wonder if they'll let us substitute this mission for our Pilot-level test?" "Does this make us the first Rookie-level squad to go on a planetary?" Jane stared at her nine rookies. Their reactions were doing nothing to help the feeling of disorientation that had been following her since her meeting with the Major. *This is not how any of it was supposed to happen,* she thought vaguely, watching them chatter excitedly at the news. "You don't seem very excited Captain," Jackson noted perceptively. The others slowly settled as Jane tried to collect her thoughts. "It's...it's just a somewhat dangerous and difficult task, that's all..." she stammered. *No, that's no good, I can't slip back into the weakling captain I used to be.* Before this year Jane had spent a good portion of her time hating herself; with this squad things had been different. Better. She was proud of her rookies, proud of herself, and she would be damned if she changed back, even if the world felt as if it were turning upside-down. *What would the other Captain Appet say, the one that keeps them respectful and skillful and amazing?* "...and it's about time we have you Rooks exposed to some real challenge. So, first things' first, you all probably have some incorrect ideas about what's involved in a planetary run. We should clear up some misconceptions. Meet me in the lower ring conference room in ten minutes, and I'll give our first briefing as a squad." The ten minutes would give her time to collect her thoughts, and she could tell from the bright faces that most of them were excited about the prospect of a real mission briefing. Preston and Missy didn't seem as enthusiastic, but Jane didn't let herself dwell on the fact, instead turning and leaving the barracks with head high. *** The room was dark, and Jane sat at one end of the table, head resting on her arms. *Why would the Major send these rookies on a planetary? He was nervous about letting them deal with the Drake, what changed his mind?* She snapped into an upright position as the rookies began filing in, thumbing the lights up to an acceptable level. "Alright Rooks, best to go ahead and lay it on me. What insane rumors are people spreading about planetary runs that I need to correct?" Jane had a pit in her stomach as she spoke, letting her gaze travel across the squad as they sat. She felt strangely guilty, as if she had no business talking to them and pretending nothing was wrong. Julia raised her hand, and Jane stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "For the last time, Julia, you're not in Pre-Academy anymore. Stop raising your hand." "I've heard that the atmosphere on the planet is so thick that you can't breath or fly a cruiser through it," Julia lowered her hand and spoke in a rush. "Partially true. The fog that you see surrounding the planet is toxic, but it only goes down to within a hundred or so feet of the planet's surface. Some of the higher hills can be dangerous, but you can breath on most of the ground. If a cruiser couldn't take off how do you think people would get back from planetaries?" "Just what I've heard," Julia mumbled, face falling. Jane softened. "It's alright. Back in my rookie year there was a rumor that the fog would eat away at our suits like acid..." *Of course we would have years to learn the truth about the planet before we were sent down there* "...but anyways. We should probably go over this from the beginning." The screens blinked to life, and Jane forced the doubts and reservations down into a hard pit in her stomach, pulling the image of the strict Captain around her like a protective shield. "A planetary run consists of two teams. The first team will be in a satellite recon skiff, a 'satflyer', about ninety feet above the surface, just below the fog. The second team will be on the ground, set up in a temporary bunker. The satflyer team will be relaying information, giving forward warning of dangers, and general topological data. More importantly, they'll provide relay extenders for the ground team, boosting their range. The ground team will be controlling a squadron of drones; the same drones you've been training with for the last three months. The drones will navigate to coordinates provided by the air team, collect resources, and destroy the nests." Even through the worry in her chest, Jane felt a bit of pride. Her students were all bent over, focusing on the diagrams in front of them. Focused, attentive, alert. "Who's on the different teams?" Jackson asked, leaning back and folding his arms. "Li, Aimee, Missy, and Jackson, you'll all be on the ground since you've got the best handle on drone control." Jane was grateful for Jackson's nudging; she was finding it hard to focus on the briefing, "I'll be with you on the ground. Marcus, Julia, and Tess will be up in the satflyer, due mostly to their tech, nav, and diagnostic scores. Preston, Alex, you'll also be up there, manning the satflyer's weapons." A chill ran through the room at the mention of weapons. Jane could see them all thinking the question, but it took a moment before one of them actually spoke it. "Captain Appet..." Aimee's voice was quiet, somber, "why will we need weapons? Everyone says planetaries are dangerous, but...I've never heard anyone talk about why. This seems...really simple. Just in and out with drones. I don't see what makes it so tricky, is that just me?" She looked up and down the table, but her squadmates were also shaking their head. Jane took a deep breath. It was the moment of truth; they had to know the full story. "On the smoothest planetaries, it is as simple as in-and-out. Unfortunately, they rarely go smoothly. There are going to be several obstacles that we can expect." She kept her voice dispassionate as she spoke, careful not to allow any emotion or quiver into it. "The reason we schedule planetary runs right after Drake attacks is so that we are assured of not running into one on the mission. Drakes are dangerous out of atmosphere, on the planet they are capable of shredding us within minutes. Now that the Drakes are attacking off-schedule, we might not be guaranteed to avoid them on this run." Jane watched the rookies closely as she spoke, paying special attention to Julia and Tess as she mentioned the Drakes. They both seemed sober, but not panicked, so she continued. "The smaller flying creatures though, those *will* most likely sniff us out before the mission is done. In every case where a flyer has reached a satellite without being shot down, one or more members of our entire air team has been killed. Don't let them get reach you." Jane's mental wall faltered for a moment, remembering how it had sounded. The screams had only filled the radio for a few seconds before she had shut it off. In her memory they had lasted for ten years. "Ahem," she cleared her throat, uncomfortably aware of the nine pairs of eyes on her, "it usually takes five to ten hours for the Terrans on the planet to locate the ground team. Usually the air team should be able to give enough advance warning to pull the drones back and pack them up. If not, the temp bunker has fuel and supplies enough to fire up into orbit to be picked up by an orbital rescue team, and the drones will self-destruct. We know very little about Terran weapon technology. Mostly because anyone who has encountered it has died. Data from the air groups indicates that it's either much better than ours, or the Terrans are much better at using them." Silence stretched through the room. The rookies' enthusiasm had deadened into a serious quiet. "How often is there an injury during a planetary run Captain?" Missy asked quietly. Jane had to clear her throat twice before answering. "Typically there are no injuries incurred on a planetary run. Those who sustain injuries of any kind are usually lost soon afterwards," Jane stared resolutely at the screen in front of her, refusing to meet any of her rookies' eyes but knowing she couldn't sidestep the question, "typically runs are made up of nine lieutenant-level and a captain level. There's a reason there are so few captains as opposed to rookie and pilot levels. We tend to...to lose a large portion of our lieutenants to planetary runs." She couldn't bear to look at any of them, to see the same question in their eyes as she had in her mind; *why us?* "It's a testament to how confident the Major is in our abilities as a squad," Jane lied. *Okay, that didn't sound convincing even to me. If I'm going to keep my new reputation, I need to get out of here.* "I've uploaded a list of resources you'll all need to your personal screens, as well as a detailed breakdown of team duties. It will take us roughly a week to get the temp bunker and the satflyer ready to launch. In the meantime your other duties will be completely suspended." She let herself briefly scan the rookies' faces, to make sure they didn't think she was giving them a vacation. The assembled squad was focused, intent. Jane didn't have to tell them to spend the time focusing on training their individual job descriptions; their faces told her it wouldn't even occur to them to slack off. She nodded once to herself, and left the conference room. There wasn't anything more to say. *** Jane found herself wandering through the halls of the academy, running a hand along the polished cold walls and headed nowhere in particular. Lost in her own mind, she barely noticed the world around her; perhaps that's why her feet led her along a path that had been ingrained into her subconscious, never quite forgotten no matter how long it had been. When she arrived at the door to the Flying Mettle she looked up, surprised, as if she was waking up from a dream. She hesitated, but after a moment she shrugged and activated the door. *What better way to forget about all of this for a few hours?* The warm air and the noise hit her at the same time as she stepped into the well lit bar; the body heat and murmured conversation of fifty people that filled the room. Scent synthesizers worked in each corner to deodorize and sanitize the smells of human and alcohol, replacing them with something non-offensive: as Jane walked over to the bar she caught a hint of oak. *Same as ever.* Jane was already feeling better, and she hadn't even had a drink yet. For anyone living their lives on the perpetually cold orbital, the warmth of the room was a treat enough by itself, and the murmur of friendly chatter made her feel safe and comforted. *I've always loved this place,* she mused idly, waiting for the bartender to get to her, *Why don't I come down here more often?* Her eyes wandered across the clientele, different ranks, different professions, all gathered and drinking, smoking and laughing together. It reminded her of older times, times when it was easier to smile and laugh, sitting at the old table in the corner with the old group. As if drawn by the memories her gaze roved to the table in the corner...and there they all sat, as if they had never left. "What can I get you miss?" The bartender's question was barely enough to break her out of her reverie. Sure they were all older now, some a bit pudgier, some with unexpected speckles of grey in their hair, but the way they were laughing and smiling was exactly the same. "Nothing, thank you," Jane took a breath that hitched in the middle, watching them sitting there, and her answer to the barkeeper was quiet, "I was just leaving." For a moment, just a moment, she let herself pretend that things were how they used to be. She let herself pretend that she was about to walk over to join them, and they would all grin and budge around to make room for her, and they would talk and joke. She let herself pretend that Patrick would be joining them. "Sorry for the trouble," Jane's voice caught, but the bartender simply shrugged and turned to the man behind her. "An' what about you?" Jane turned to leave, tearing her eyes away from the table as if by force, head bowed to keep tears from forming in her eyes. A tug stopped her suddenly. The man standing just behind her had her by the arm, his grip gentle but firm. "I'll have what she's having, and she's having a plat-shot with ice," Jane didn't need to look up to identify the mellow voice. "Evening Professor," she smiled in spite of herself. Arthur Proferton returned her smile and then some. His grin was so wide it seemed to take up his entire face. As soon as he saw that she recognized him he let go of his grip, turning it seamlessly into a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Go ahead to the table," he spoke lightly, as if it had been nine days instead of nine years since they had last spoken, "I'll bring the drinks when they're ready." A strange feeling was building in the pit of Jane's stomach, half excited fluttering and half sick dread. "I would absolutely love to Prof, but I'm afraid I'm on a date," she lied smoothly, extracting her arm from his light touch, "but it was wonderful seeing you!" "Mmm," Arthur nodded thoughtfully, "makes sense why you were leaving then." "We're...um..." Jane blushed, "we're actually on the date somewhere else, I just stopped in here to get us drinks," she tried to save herself, realizing her mistake even as she stammered. "That's why you left without them. Makes sense, makes sense." "Well no, they didn't have the kind of drinks he likes so-" "Jane," Arthur said kindly, taking the small tray offered from the bartender, "even if you could lie worth a damn, you know you couldn't lie to me." He tapped his temple with a smile, and Jane thought she could hear the soft purr of the CPU in his head. "You know I fucking hate that thing right?" Jane lapsed into honesty with a growl, "it's unfair and I hate it. I always have." Arthur laughed aloud. "Of course I know," he chuckled, "you hate not being able to hide. You hate that I can read off your expressions to tell what's really going on in that secretive, closed off mind of yours. But I think most of all you hate that I know just how to make you forgive my sorry ass." He reached forward and flicked her earlobe with a grin, and just like that it was as if no time had passed between them, like he was the same mischievous and boyish friend who she couldn't bear to be angry with. "Fuckin' chip-head," Jane tried hard to keep from smiling, but she knew it was useless. Even knowing that his enhancements made it trivial for him to pick up on social cues, more than even the most perceptive of normal people, she still found it hard to resist his charm. She barely noticed his hand resting lightly on her shoulder again until he began lightly guiding her towards the corner table. "Seriously Prof, I really just want to be alone right now," Jane protested, even though she knew his chip would pick up on the lie as easily as she had spoken it. "Bullshit again. Something's hurting you Jane," Arthur grew serious, "hurting you enough to come here even though you knew you'd find us here, even though you're worried being around us will hurt worse. But we can help, I promise you." "I'm going to need about five more of those," Jane called over her shoulder to the bartender, but she reluctantly allowed herself to be led. The table's chatter faded when they reached it, and Jane's stomach did a flip. They were all there; Lily, Acren, Jack-pip and Center, along with another man she didn't recognize. Their expressions ranged from shock to pleased surprise, expressions on faces so familiar it was as if she had been kicked in the throat with nostalgia. Jane managed to keep from staring as the one she didn't recognize spoke, "Hey Professor, we were wondering if you'd gotten lost," he said jovially, "who's your friend?" "Oh you've definitely heard of my friend Sam," just as she had fantasized, the group budged over good naturedly to make room for Jane as Arthur introduced her, "may I present the long-absent and much-missed, Miss Jane Cripshaw." "Appet," Jane mumbled, as she slid into the booth next to Jack-pip, "it's Captain Jane Appet now." The mood at the table shifted almost imperceptibly. "You took his name," Lily murmured. Jane looked down at her drink to avoid the woman's gaze. Whatever was there...pity, sympathy, anger, Jane didn't want to see it. "Alright," Arthur broke the small silence, "we're not going to pretend we aren't thinking about him, so I'm going to make a toast. But then we're all going to talk and laugh and have a good time, like we used to, because we all know that's how he liked it." Jane was grateful to him. The mods may have let him see that it needed to happen, but that didn't make the gesture any less genuine. Arthur raised his glass, and the rest at the table followed suit. "To Patrick Appet. Hell of a pilot, hell of a friend, hell of a lover, or so he liked to say. Hell of a man." "Patrick Appet," Jane and the other five repeated. The emotion they filled the two words with caught her by surprise. There was a fervor there still, even after so long; the toast hadn't just been for her, they all still felt the loss. The knot in Jane's stomach loosened by the tiniest fraction, and for the first time all day she felt just a little bit better. "A *captain* now huh? Finally started fucking the right people I see," Center slipped easily into the friendly ribbing with his typical inappropriate candor, and Jane felt better still. "Took me long enough, didn't it?" She joked back with a half smile, "I suppose if you try enough people you're bound to find the right one eventually." "But the wrong ones are so much more fun," Lily winked, and just like that, they were all back together again, just like in the old days. When the bartender brought her tray of drinks around, Jane distributed them among the table to grins and cheers. The alcohol was loosening the worry in her shoulders a little, and the camaraderie that slipped back around her so easily was loosening it even more. She pulled her personal screen out and tapped out a few lines, setting them to send automatically later, then leaned back to enjoy the night. The banter and childish jokes, the sudden topic changes and the rapidfire teasing seemed to pull her out of time. Sure it was slightly different; she didn't know some of the inside jokes, and sometimes they had to backtrack in the conversation to fill her in on this detail or that, but as the hours passed Jane felt more at home than she had in many long years. "You have enough luxury chits to pay for all these drinks ma'am?" The bartender asked delicately when he brought the sixth tray of drinks to the table. "Paranoia is a fine qual'ty," Jane slurred cheerfully, fishing out her keychain and transferring enough to cover her tab and six more trays to receiver in the table. Jack-pip whistled, "They are clearly paying captains far too much these days," he noted, in the clipped and enunciated tone he took on when sloshed. "Eh, I don' use luxury chits hardly at all," Jane waved a hand vaguely by way of explanation, "don' need much, pretty content wi'out all that." Even half-drunk, Jane saw the look that passed between them. She knew they were about to ask, and that they'd let Arthur do that asking. "You've been pretty content, but you haven't exactly sought out your old friends for the last...oh, eight, nine years," he said. His tone was offhand and casual, but Jane could see the tension in the others that Arthur was hiding so well. "It's been amazing to hang out and catch up with you Jane, but I get the feeling it was the alcohol you came here to find, not us. What's happened?" *They're being careful, think they're gonna scare me away,* Jane realized through the liquor haze. She wasn't entirely sure when the change in her mind had happened, but the thought of never seeing her old friends again was unbearable. "Got assigned a planetary th's evenin'," she mumbled. Her typically demeanor, cheerful but always at arms-length, was being worn away by the alcohol. All she wanted right now was more liquor and perhaps hug. "Aw hey, that's always rough," Arthur murmured, throwing a sympathetic arm around her shoulder. *He always knows. Damn chip-head,* Jane thought, but she smiled and rested her head against his arm in spite of herself. "'s my first one since Patrick," she added, so soft it could barely be heard. She saw the reactions of sympathy around the table, the ones she had been dreading to encounter. Instead of making her angry it almost seemed...sweet. "No planetaries this whole time?" Center asked, and Jane didn't miss the warning look that Arthur shot him, "how'd you manage that one?" "Not hard," Jane shrugged and reached for the tray that had just been set down, "made captain-level as soon as I could. Volunteered to teach the newbie Rooks every year since then." "Probably what I'd do if I could stand busting my ass up to Captain-level," Acren had been nursing the same glass since the beginning of the evening, and he was nodding sagely, "so why send you down now? I thought they didn't pull instructors from leading Rooks mid-year." "They don't," Jane downed the entire glass in one swallow, and reached for another, "they're sending the rookie team down. I'm leading a team of rookies on a planetary." There was a moment of stunned silence, then a flurry of exclamations and questions, some outraged and some simply bewildered. Jane was too far gone to make any single question out among the cacophony, so instead she simply grabbed another glass. "Guys, guys, hold it down," Arthur's voice cut through the noise, and his arm tightened protectively around her almost imperceptibly, "it's pretty clear Jane doesn't want to talk about it alright. Yea she's pretty obviously getting screwed for some reason, but I'm sure she's doing all she can to get out of it, and she sure as hell didn't come to a bar so she could remember her problems. I think the more serious issue we need to address is that this woman still, to this day, carries a T-320 pistol instead of the clearly superior R-500." Jane grinned as the familiar debate was rekindled, Lily gesturing wildly with her glass with Jack-pip backing her up, while Acren drily quoted firing stats and Center made random stabs at various randomly-selected arguments. "Thanks," Jane said softly, nestling a little closer into the crook of Arthur's arm. "Don't talk to me, T-320 user," Arthur replied snootily, with a dramatic sniff, but he grinned. *** Another few trays had passed by the time the bar had emptied and the lights were starting to go out. Everyone in their group but Acren and Arthur were completely drunk, and all of them were cheerful as they stood from their table and walked or stumbled away, shood by the bartender in a good-natured but firm fashion. With mumbled and slurred goodbyes the crew parted ways, Center, Sam and Acren heading down one corridor and the rest in the opposite direction. "Don' be vanishin' off again, Jane," Center hicced on his way. "I won't. I won't again," Jane promised, the gravity of the words seeming to counteract the slur. The rest of them walked on in silence for a few hallways more. "It was really good seeing you again Jane," Lily smiled when she reached her door. "You should come by again some time," Jack-pip nodded exaggeratedly, "we missed you quite a lot." The two of them entered the room together. "Wha-?" Jane asked dumbfounded, "when did those two..." "They've been together for about a year now," Arthur replied, steadying her as they walked, alone, down the corridor to her room, "they're really good together. I think they balance each other well." "'ve missed a bunch, haven't I?" Jane said quietly. "You don't have to miss a bunch more." "This's me," Jane indicated the door to her room. She stared at the door for a moment, reluctant to give up the strong chest she was leaning against. "Listen," she said carefully, "you wanna come in for a shot o' coffee or synth or somethin'?" "Mmm, I'm not particularly thirsty after this evening," Arthur replied. Jane squinted at his face; even if he had been a normal man he would know what 'come in for coffee' meant, but his modifications should've made it obvious what she wanted even before she had asked. He was grinning down at her, and Jane blushed as she realized that he was perfectly aware of what she wanted, he just enjoyed teasing her. "Oh, okay," Jane said innocently, "well in that case you wanna come in to fuck my brains out or somethin'?" Arthur threw his head back and laughed, and Jane chuckled along with him as he palmed her door open. To her surprise he let go of her, leading her in with one hand but staying outside the room himself. "Much as the offer sounds tempting, I'm afraid not Jane," he said gently. At her look of confusion mixed with a little bit of hurt he continued, "you're intoxicated right now. Having this," he tapped his temple again, "makes consent a bit of a tricky issue at the best of times, but alcohol makes things pretty clear-cut." "Are you kidding?" Jane pouted, "'m offering some no-strings-attached, come-and-take-me, any-hole-you-want-it wild sex and you're turning me down?" "You're drunk Jane. Very very drunk." "Well sure," Jane winked, "I'd only offer two holes if I were sober." Arthur grinned, but shook his head. "I want very much to say yes Jane, but-" "Wait!" Jane remembered and pumped a fist in the air, "Yes! I am a genius!" "That's debatable. What am I waiting for?" Arthur leaned against her doorframe, an amused smile playing on his face as he watched her. "Oooh jus' you wait. 'ts gonna be awesome. Gonna be amazing," Jane crowed. A few minutes dragged bye, but just as Jane started pondering whether or not she had set the message to send, Arthur's screen pinged an alert. Jane did a small drunken victory dance as Arthur read the message. *If I'm timing this about right with the time the bar closes, I'll probably be throwing myself at you about now. And if memory serves me right, you'll probably be being a stick-in-the-mud about it. Consider this advance-consent, so you'll know I actually want this. You have my express sober permission to engage in whatever crude and disgusting acts I'm drunkenly proposing to you right now. ~Jane* "I'm'a genius," Jane slurred again, while Arthur chuckled and stepped inside her room, closing the door behind him, "and I'm'bout to be a happily fucked genius." "I'm still not fucking you, genius," Arthur smiled, and Jane cocked her head in surprise. "Wha? Bu' you saw th'text," she mumbled. Suddenly she was in the air, Arthur was carrying her. *To the bed? That's good, that's where it should happen,* she thought vaguely, as her stomach lurched for a moment. First heavy blankets and then strong arms wrapped themselves around her, warm and reassuring. *So comfy. His arms are really strong. But why isn't he taking my clothes off? How's he going to bang me if we're both dressed-* *** A steady pounding in her head was counterpointed by the pleasant aroma of coffee, providing an oddly mixed wakeup. Jane smiled, keeping her eyes closed as she listened to the sounds of Arthur moving around the room. She typically set the lighting in her room to remain pitch-black when she awoke, but he had overridden them and bathed the room in a soft natural level, like sunrise. She stretched, long and luxuriously, revelling in the quiet noises, taking stock of each muscle as she stretched them. *I'm surprisingly non-sore for the morning after. Did good old Arthur lose his touch in the last few years?* Nestling back into the pillows, she began slowly restringing together the memories from the night before. They had gotten to her room...she had pleaded a little more than she liked to admit...he had taken her to bed...and then… Jane's eyes snapped open. "Did you drug me without fucking me you asshole?" She asked, outraged. Arthur set two metal cups down on the table at her bedside, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. He was shirtless, and Jane was slightly distracted from her outrage by his heavily muscled chest. The speckled grey on his scalp was also present in his chest hair, and she couldn't help but picture her fingers running through it. "If you count the truly impressive amount of alcohol you had, I would say you did a perfectly good job of drugging yourself," he grinned, handing her one of the cups, "drink this, it'll help." "What kind of guy are you, turning down a perfectly good girl who's throwing herself at you like that," Jane grumbled, taking a sip and wincing at the bitterness of the black coffee, "I hope you're happy, preventing me from getting my drunk satisfaction." "Pretty happy," Arthur took a long draught, "especially since I'm sure we'll both enjoy your sober satisfaction much more than we would've the sloppy half-conscious drunk version." "Oh?" Jane lifted one eyebrow as she gazed at him over the lip of her cup, "You turned me down when I was vulnerable and horny. That kind of thing can make a girl self-conscious. Are you entirely sure you'll get the chance to give me sober satisfaction?" "'Course I am," Arthur tapped his temple with a knowing smile, and Jane leaned back on her pillow with a sigh. "It's not fair," she groaned, "taking the mystery out of everything. Have I ever told you how much I hate that chip?" She closed her eyes. Even though she griped, her mouth curved in a half-smile. Complaining aside, Arthur did have a way about him; half mischievous boy, half charming gentleman. A girl could get in trouble with a guy with that sort of power. Even now, she wanted his lips on hers, and she knew that he would be able to read that desire all over her face. All she had to do was wait and... *Oh,* a small shock ran through her when she felt his kiss, light and feathery on her neck, *that's...unexpected.* The surprise caused a tingling in her chest that wasn't going away, as further unexpected fingers brushed through her hair. Jane kept her eyes closed, but reached up and ran her fingers across Arthur's chest. He made deep rumble of approval, one that curled Jane's toes, and then suddenly he was on top of her, his body warm and firm against hers. Breathing fast, Jane opened her eyes, pulse quickening. His fingers were still running through her hair, brushing along her scalp as he leaned forward. The room was still except for their breath, and Jane swore she could hear his heartbeat. Smiled up at him, she met his eyes, inches away, her expression coy and playful. Of all the games she played in bed with all her partners over the years, there was one she could only play with Arthur, and the anticipation was making her giddy. *I think I want his hands to run from my chin to my belly,* she decided. She had no clue what had changed about her body language, what imperceptible cues she had given him, but Arthur shifted almost immediately. His hand traced down the side of her face, fingers resting gently on her chin and then sliding down her neck. Fingertips caught on the edge of the blanket on their way down her collarbone, dragging it off slowly as they made their way down between her breasts, down to her stomach. The cool air against her bare body made her smile. "Oh, you won't nail me when I'm drunk but you'll strip me naked in my sleep?" She teased. *I want kisses all over my face,* she decided at the same time. Arthur didn't answer her, but he leaned forward, lips grazing against her cheeks and forehead and softly on her lips. The motion moved his chest against hers, and the warmth against her skin after the cold air felt more amazing than it had any right to. *Now lower...my neck and chest,* she thought, but the kisses continued to rain down on her face. She enjoyed them for a few moments more, but then gently pushed upward so that he stopped and leaned back, so he could see her face. *My boobs need attention,* she thought again, meeting Arthur's eye. With a wicked grin he leaned down, and Jane gasped as he took a hard nipple gently in his teeth. His other hand skimmed up and down, from her navel all the way up, over her other breast, to her neck and then back down, swirling in intricate meaningless patterns is it went. His tongue flicked back and forth distractingly; as soon as she got used to the feelings on one side he sent a shock of pleasure down the other. *No more foreplay,* the thoughts were so intense that her lips almost moved along with them, *no more teasing, fuck that. Fuck me. Now.* Arthur's lips pressed against hers with ferocity, and the blankets were ripped from her legs with a suddenness that made Jane shiver in anticipation. She arched her back to press against him, lifting her hips off of the bed. Somewhere in the teasing he had gotten rid of his loose uniform pants. She could feel him, warm and hard, pressing on her leg. He shifted, and Jane shivered as the movement pushed him against her, between her legs. Her arms were wrapped around his back, and she rocked her hips back and forth, the feeling of him rubbing against her slick wetness driving her crazy. She broke the kiss with a gasp, catching his eye again. Arthur was making almost imperceptible movements of his hips that rubbed his member against and over her clit with an achingly slow rhythm. One motion away from filling her completely, sliding across her opening, just one shift away. *Stop teasing,* she thought, *thrust in, thrust in hard.* Arthur lifted his hips, and Jane braced herself to feel him inside her...and then gasped out a whimper when instead he slid back down again. The feeling of him grinding against her clit, moving against her but not inside, felt so good but at the same time so frustrating. She yanked her head back, fixing him with a look full of lust and longing. Leaned up on her elbows, Jane focused on her thoughts so hard that she felt like she was mentally screaming at him. *Fuck me Arthur, fuck me! Your foreplay duties are complete, I'm ready, take me!* Jane distractedly wondered if his mods just couldn't handle her anymore, even when it was painfully obvious what she wanted. *I could always ask out loud I suppose,* she thought, but it felt like a shame to lose out on their special game. She decided to try one more time, placing a hand on his chest to still him as she stared right into his eyes. *Shove. Your. Cock. Into me,* she thought, giving him a look that even a robot could understand. Arthur's hand came up and cupped her chin, then moved gently down to brush at her throat. His voice, quiet as it was, broke the silence. "Don't. Tell. Me. What to do." His hand clasped around her throat, and he suddenly slammed her back into the pillows, holding her against the soft material. Jane was paralysed with shock, heart racing, the heat between their bodies intense and pleasurable and frightening. When she felt him hard against her opening again her body stiffened. His hand was still wrapped around her throat, holding her beneath him. Was he going to take her whether she wanted it or not? Was he about to take her by force? As soon as the thought crossed her mind Arthur froze. His hand was still at her throat, but his stillness was complete and clear. She didn't even need to tell him to stop, he would be able to tell the instant she wanted him to. The adrenaline still coursed through her, but the fear subsided, and she took the opportunity to gather her thoughts for a moment. *What the hell was that?* Jane wondered, trying to ignore the aching just beneath her mound and think clearly. She was normally the one in control, she called the shots. For Arthur to pin her like this, holding her gently but firmly around the neck, pinning her to the bed, dominating her body, was... *...really fucking hot,* she realized with surprise. She wouldn't have guessed that she would be intrigued by that sort of thing, but the way he was subduing her was making her pulse pound. Even though she knew he would stop if she wanted him to, the thought of him taking her like that, in control, using her body however he wanted...she was very, very turned on by the idea. As soon as that thought crossed her mind Arthur began moving again, his hand releasing her throat and instead grabbing a handful of her long brown hair, much rougher than he had before. He yanked her head back, and Jane cried out at the slight pain and the unexpected thrill of lust it drew from her. He moved, shifted himself up her body, and suddenly his member was against her lips, his grip on her hair holding her head in place. She took him in her mouth with relish, mind racing at how much she was enjoying herself. The intensity as he thrust into her mouth was sending electricity coursing through her. His warm length tasted of her own juices, and the dirtiness of it was exciting. He reached behind him, sliding two fingers into her without warning. Slick with her wetness they went deep into her body with no resistance, the heel of his hand pressing into her clit as they entered her. He was forcing himself deeper and deeper down her throat, pulling her head by the hair while rubbing circles against her g-spot with the other hand. Jane could never remember feeling so dominated, so thrilled and restrained, so utterly lost to desire. When his member left her mouth and his fingers left her pussy at the same time, she gave a strangled cry of disappointment, *no no no please I'm so close...* Her thoughts were disorganized and disordered, but after all this if she didn't get to finish Jane thought she would explode. She gave a tiny shriek when he lifted her bodily off the bed. Involuntarily she grabbed at him, wrapping arms around his shoulder and legs around his waist without realizing what she was doing. Arthur's hand was firm on her right butt cheek holding her up, while the other held her pressed against him from behind. Jane barely had time to process the feeling of his hard member between her legs before he thrust into her. It only took the one, glorious, hard thrust to make Jane cum, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming into Arthur's ear. She squirmed and shook, her whole body shaking with the pleasure. She felt so full, so wonderfully used and stretched and satisfied even as her pussy quivered around his length. He drew back and slammed into her again, and the orgasm seemed to envelop her all over again even as her body tried to adjust to the waves of heat and intensity of the first. He was releasing while buried within her, she could intimately feel it, and the twitches of his cock inside of her felt deep and acute and somehow so *right* that Jane stopped thinking and simply rode the wave of orgasm until its very end. Words like "tired", "satisfied", and "worn out" barely described how she felt as Arthur gently laid her back down on the bed. She lay limp, pleasantly sore and weak, looking up at Arthur who seemed to tower above her, a smug smile on his face. Her head was no longer pounding, but she could feel her pulse in her fingertips and her nipples and between her legs. "You know, you're not the hot shit you think you are," Jane panted. "No?" Arthur asked, unconcerned. He leaned over her, planting a kiss on her mouth. Jane struggled to stay silent, until he pressed a single finger against her tender and sensitive clit. She moaned into his mouth, softly, but loud enough that he grinned before he pulled away. *This would be the perfect time for a late morning nap,* Jane thought, closing her eyes. The lights dimmed within a few seconds, and the bed shifted as Arthur crawled between the covers with her. "Fuckin' chip-head," Jane yawned, already feeling herself fall asleep as she nestled back against him. His bare skin against hers felt warm and delightful. "Why yes," she could feel him smile against the back of her neck, "yes, I believe you are."

Orbital Academy XII -------------------------------------------- by MaddiroseX Do you enjoy Orbital Academy? Vote for it on Topwebfiction: http://topwebfiction.com/vote.php?for=orbital-academy Questions, comment, praise or critiques? Please let me know at [email protected]! -------------------------------------------- "AWA" *Get up, pull myself into consciousness, stop sleeping* It was the worst possible way to wake up, the buzzing headache and the forced knowledge that was crammed into the charged word, but Alex grit her teeth and acted as if it hadn't bothered her. Over the past few days she had learned to become incredibly good actress when it came to ignoring the Terrans' forceful way of speech. She yawned and blinked with a vague smile, as if looking forward to a free day instead of sitting alone in a stone cell. It had worked for the old guard, once he realized his charged words didn't bother her he had stopped using them unnecessarily. The guard on the other side of the bars was new, and his face fell at her lack of reaction. His dark purple hair poked out awkwardly from beneath his helmet to frame the crestfallen face, and the overall effect made him look young. "They said you didn't like PO," he said disappointedly, as the word's definition rattled around in her head, *words infused with might and power*. Very careful not to wince, Alex shrugged and shook her head. "It not bug me," she said. That had taken some getting used to as well, speaking like a child using single-syllable words. Terrans' language was almost identical to her own for single syllables, but they used their charged words for anything more complex. Since they didn't understand multi-syllabic english, and she couldn't infuse her words, Alex compromised even when it made her sound like an idiot. "Hmm," the new guard muttered, watching her suspiciously. He suddenly started speaking rapidly, firing off a string of charged up, painful words, "SU, LI, DE, HO, " Alex hadn't taken multiple words at the same time before, and her hands, still under the blanket, gripped the sheets. *Manipulative and scheming, my words unbelievable, he doesn't believe my words or actions, he thinks I cheat and lie, there's no point in resisting it.* She made herself smile, even as she struggled to catch her breath. The sudden meaning faded, but the pounding in her head stayed behind, as if the charged words had burrowed through her skull to get to her brain. "I like you," she grinned, even though it hurt, "what's your name?" "Pho," the new guard seemed unsure of how to take his new charge's attention. Alex mentally filed the name away. She wasn't yet sure of exactly how the hierarchy worked, but she knew that those without a charged word for a name were fairly low on the ranking. "I like you Pho. You're a fucking asshole bastard and proud of it." "What means this, 'fuck king ass hole bast tard'?" Pho asked quizzically, sounding out the multi-syllabic words as if they were separate. Alex just shrugged and lay back on her cot, hands behind her head. *** Another day with nothing to do passed by slowly, and Alex settled into her new daily routine. She first folded the homespun blanket into a neat square which she placed on the cot, using it as a cushion as she meditated. There hadn't been the time to continue with her meditation at the Academy, and she found that re-establishing her childhood habit had a much needed calming and stabilizing effect on her. She kept up the meditation until the guards brought her the morning meal. Today it was a wild rice with chunks of spiced meats and vegetables, a small loaf of bread, and a large jug of water. "Why do you give us such luxurious food?" Alex asked as she wolfed the meal down. Her captor's largess was odd, considering how sparse her accommodation had otherwise been. Pho seemed startled that she would talk to him, and shrugged. "You eat what we have," he shrugged, "no point in two meals being PO" *prepared, cooked, handcrafted* Alex had taken to the habit of bracing herself whenever a Terran opened their mouth, and she didn't flinch. After she drank enough to quench her thirst, Alex carefully removed the rough black shirt and pants she had been provided with, using the remaining water in the jug to clean them. Out of the corner of her eye she noted the guard, not even attempting to hide his attention. "You give all your guards such a show?" He leered. Alex gave him a blank look and continued washing her clothing, careful to make no move to cover herself, but also not trying to titillate. Different guards reacted differently to her routine; some enjoyed the view and some treated it with disinterest. Either way, her display wouldn't hurt as long as she made it clear she wasn't trying to seduce him, and having clean clothes helped her mental stability as well. She wrung them out and put them back on, enjoying the feeling of the damp cloth against her skin in the humid air. Settling cross-legged on the cot, Alex looked around her cell, trying to view it with fresh eyes as she had for the past few days. Three walls were made of tan stone, solid and windowless. The bars that made up the fourth wall were a dark wood, but Alex doubted she could break them. If she could splinter the bars the Terrans would have more than one guard to stand by her cell, even though she was a small asian girl. *Better to not try, give off the air of a model prisoner. It's worked for me so far. So,* she considered, forcing herself to breath deeply as she gazed around, *The walls would take a weapon to break through. The bars are better, but the guard needs to be taken care of...still no solution. Same as yesterday. I'm not escaping from here.* She sighed, and waited for the guard to arrive to summon her. He arrived before the second meal was brought. "She is to be brought to the Prince," the new guard pointed at Alex with his chin. Pho narrowed his eyes at the guard. "I wasn't told of this," he said suspiciously. "The Prince won't want it talked about...er, talked of," Alex said from her cot, "but new guard, he say the truth. The Prince wants me to come to him." Pho seemed begrudgingly satisfied, and he fiddled with the intricate lock on the cell, stepping aside. Alex kept her head high as she passed, and pretended not to notice Pho's eyes travelling up and down her body, taking in the shape that the damp clothes did nothing to hide. He was probably worthless, but it didn't hurt to keep his attention in case she needed something from him at a future date. *** "Ah, it is good to see you ALE" *Alexandria, beautiful, adorable, unique.* Alex disliked that the Terran's used a charged word to refer to her. Although it was an honorific, she couldn't quite get over the feeling that she was being mentally raped with her own name. She forced a smile and bowed her head, "And it is good to see you too, Prince," she replied quietly. Although his name was Ashahosta, the Prince didn't seem to mind her calling him by his title. Alex had learned a few days ago that to attempt a charged name without charging it was akin to an insult. "Though it has been but a day, I find I have missed you. Is that strange?" Ashahosta asked earnestly. This time Alex's smile was genuine. She wasn't quite used to the Prince yet, but his boyish naivette amused her. When she and her squaddies had first been brought to their prison, heads in bags to prevent them from identifying their surroundings, Alex had spent the time thinking hard about what her best course of action should be. She knew that rescue was out of the question; once the satflyer had crashed she harbored no illusions that the orbital would allow a rescue mission. Even if they did, Alex also doubted the Academy had the firepower to mount a decent rescue attempt. Her thoughts had focused mainly on the squadmates there with her in the compound, and to that end she began thinking about what she could do to improve their lot. Perhaps even save their lives. "Come, ALE," *Alexandria, special one, exotic exile* "I've just had some fruits brought in, you must try one." The Prince gestured across the wide luxurious room to indicate a bowl of small purple fruits. He moved fluidly despite his size; not fat but large and muscular and tall. Loose robes trimmed in furs made him look even bigger than he was, and his long locks of thick purple hair contributed to the effect of size, as if he had a mane around his head. Yet, even for all his size, the Prince struck Alex as small somehow. Young. Unsure of himself, with a lack of confidence and a nervous disposition. She watched him in silence as he brought her the fruit, trying to reconcile Ashahosta's huge stature with the impression she had of him. It seemed like so long ago now that she'd decided to seduce her captor, not the mere handful of days in had actually been. She had been expecting to do whatever depraved and degrading things that were required to gain his attention, prepared for the risk that he would simply take what she had to offer and more. It was a risk she had taken willing for her teammates, and when she had been taken to her captor Alex thought she was ready for anything he might be. She hadn't been ready for just how easy it would be to seduce him nor, unfortunately, for just how little power the Prince actually had. Alex had him in bed in the space of a single evening, gasping and panting over acts that had been frankly tame for her. It was only afterwards, when Alex had tried wheedling her way into better accommodations than the bare cells, that the Prince told her he wasn't in charge of decisions having to do with the prisoners. While in most areas he had power and control, she had cuddled up with the wrong man. Some nebulous power over his head, "the Dukes", had final say over the prisoners. *I suppose I should feel used,* Alex thought idly, biting into the purple fruit. It was hard to muster up any anger when she had been trying to use him in the first place. And it wasn't as if there were no benefits to their relationship...he might not have been able to free them or move them, but she knew that the relative comfort, plentiful food, and the lack of guards harassing them were things she could thank the Prince for. Alex snapped out of her reverie to find him watching her closely, and she purposely let a little of the sweet juice dribble down her chin. His eyes followed its path down her neck with utter lack of guile, and she smiled. It also helped that the Prince was so very, very easy to wind up. "Do you like its taste?" he asked eagerly. "It's very sweet, very nice," Alex commented, but she tossed the sticky fruit to one side where it hit the ground with a small thud, "but I don't want the fruit, I want you, my prince." The effect of her words on Ashahosta was immediate and obvious; his eyes widened, and an incredulous grin crossed his face. Alex tried not to laugh as she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips hard against his and wrapping her arms around his waist. It was an odd balance she walked at times like these. She kept waiting for the horror of it all to hit her, for her to be stricken with revulsion and dismay. It hadn't come so far, and the Prince seemed perfectly content to let her take the control she needed to keep her calm. Besides, when it came to pure pleasure and skill, Alex had fucked worse. The Prince was very eager and appreciative of the smallest things, which was a bit of a fetish of hers. She kept on kissing as she gently pushed him backwards, not breaking their contact as they moved towards his bed. At the last minute Alex twirled them, so that she landed on her back on the rich fur-covered bedspread with the Prince on top of her. He barely seemed to notice, continuing to kiss her all over her face with a passion. *You would think he hadn't touched a girl for years,* Alex idly thought, enjoying the attention and the kisses as they glanced across her forehead and cheeks and lips, *which is strange considering he did a lot more than touch me yesterday...* It was flattering, really, and when he began fumbling with her still-damp shirt she willingly lifted her arms to let him pull it over her head. She looked down with interest at his dark purple mane as his kisses moved down to her breasts. All of the Terrans she had seen had hair of purple, blue, or green in varying shades, and Alex had wondered over the past few days if it was simply a custom to dye them. Now that she was this close she decided it was either a very good dye job, or some technology she wasn't aware of. She was distracted from her thoughts when the Prince began tugging at the waist of her pants. Alex detachedly took stock of her state of arousal. Sometimes the Prince's hasty ministrations were enough to get her wet, and on those occasions she was happy to take him, but on this occasion he just wasn't doing it for her. Luckily it was quite easy to distract him into another route. Alex reached a hand down between them smoothly, brushing the Prince's hands aside and slipping it beneath his furs. The man froze as her palm slid across the skin of his stomach and then down into his pants to grasp his firm rod. *So, so easy,* Alex smiled at the Ashahosta, and felt him stiffen even more at even that small action. He grunted as she slid the pants off of him, pausing for a few moments to run hands across his firm ass appreciatively. Gently stroking his shaft up and down, Alex slowly shimmied down the bed until he was straddling her stomach. With a suggestive smile she released him, and instead pressed her breasts together. Although she wasn't well endowed in that area, something she blamed firmly on her asian heritage, her boobs were big enough for what she had in mind. The Prince looked down at her, still lusty but obviously confused. For an awkward moment Alex thought she would have to walk him through how to tit-fuck her, but a sudden smile on the face above told her he had finally gotten the message. He pressed his member against her chest, a little tentatively at first, but Alex wiggled up and down to rub against him, and the action was apparently enough to motivate. At first it was uncomfortable as his length rubbed dryly between her breasts, but on each thrust she leaned forward and flicked a tongue across the head, and soon her saliva made the motions smooth and slick. The Prince growled with each motion of his hips, his member sliding back and forth between her firm boobs, slick with spit and the trails of precum he was leaving. Alex herself was getting hot from the obvious pleasure he was getting from her body, leaving her wet enough that she was she he could be inside of her without discomfort. His fingers digging into her shoulders told her that he was close to finishing, and she decided to let him cum first. Deliberately she looked up at him, met his eyes and whispered, "I want your cum on me, my prince." *Too easy,* Alex smiled at the shocked look on the Prince's face just before he came, shooting a trail of semen across her chin and lips, down her neck and leaving a sticky mess between her breasts. She wasn't particularly turned on by cum, but she licked her lips knowing it would leave the Prince awestruck. The Prince rose, his limp member flopping awkwardly. Alex leaned back on her elbows, knowing that they weren't done. Ashahosta made a complicated gesture towards his cock, and a flash of purple light shone from his fingertips. Alex watched with interest as his member grew stiff and straight again, pulsing with the same faint light. The first time he had done it she had been startled, but now she simply looked at the process with curiosity. She didn't have long to look, since as soon as the Prince grew hard again he moved towards her again predatorily. Alex smiled slipped her pants off, spreading her naked legs for him as the Prince barely slowed to climb onto the bed. Her legs wrapped around him and he speared her without preamble or foreplay. She gasped as her slit was penetrated by the hard member that tingled and flared inside of her, too warm but still strangely comfortable. The feeling of the cock enhanced by purple light was unnatural, not unpleasant but too strange for her to orgasm. Ashahosta thrust roughly, looking down at her with the same lust that had lit his eyes before, barely hanging onto the pleasure without finishing embarrassingly quickly. Alex closed her eyes and leaned back, smiling at the ceiling. *It's not bad, this seduction thing,* she thought. The sensation was different from normal fucking even though the motions remained the same, his humping moving the whole bed on each thrust. Numbing feelings aside she enjoyed the pleasure as he took his fill of her body. After a while the tingling sensations in her pussy grew a little uncomfortable, and Alex decided it was time for the Prince to get off a second time. She opened her eyes and started moving her hips in small circles, stirring his member inside of her. "My prince, you've already wasted so much of your cum on me," she ran hands from her stomach up to squeeze and play with her breasts. She knew he wouldn't understand words like 'already' or 'wasted', but she was sure her hands smearing his semen across her breasts and nipples would send the right message, "I want the rest in my cunt." The Prince roared as he came inside of her, his fingernails digging into the skin of her hips where he held her. The tingling in her slit was making Alex's sex numb, so she couldn't feel his second load shooting inside of her, but for his sake she pretended she could, gasping and moaning and continuing to grind her hips against his. *I may as well give him some material for his fantasies...* The Prince kept on thrusting even as his arms shook, and Alex found the sensation of him thrusting as he slowly grew soft to be strangely endearing. He pulled away with a gasp, and Alex flopped back with a sigh. Ashahosta rose to pull a small towel from the table, offering it to her for her to clean herself with. Alex considered him for a moment, conflicting emotions warring in her. On the one hand, the prince was certainly satisfied enough with her, she didn't need to continue being mischievous...but on the other, she couldn't resist. He was so innocent and single-minded, and teasing him was so easy. If the stakes weren't so high she might've called it fun. She took the towel from Ashahosta and tossed it away. "I want to feel your cum in my snatch for the rest of the day," she said lightly, "I love the feel of it." The Prince looked at her dumbfounded. Alex was delighted at the reaction, at the thunderstruck look that melted into a grin of his own. "Perhaps I can give you some more to feel then," he growled with a smile. Out of the corner of her eye Alex noticed his member twitch, and she wondered if he could perform the same hardening purple light twice in a row. He was approaching her again, and she braced herself hopefully for another pounding. Maybe this time she could ignore the tingling enough to actually finish... A knock at the door interrupted what Alex was sure would be the Prince's third go 'round. "What?" he barked sharply. "The Dukes are here, Prince ASH" *Ashahosta, second highest, leader, lord* Alex winced at the unexpected charged word, glad that her prince was facing the door and didn't see. "They are?" Ashahosta's entire demeanor changed, his dominant bearing shrinking back again. He grabbed at a fur on his bed and used it to hastily wipe the smears of cum off of Alex's chest, fumbling for her clothing at the same time. Halfway between amused and befuddled, Alex helped, pulling her clothes on and shivering at the damp of the cloth. "They say you are to bring one EX," *exile, forsworn, race-traitor* "to them at once," the man on the other side sounded nervous himself. Ashahosta turned to meet Alex's gaze, almost pleadingly. "Will you be CO?" he asked. *Helpful, cooperative, willing and obedient.* She considered the question. Of all of her squaddies, she was sure she had laid the groundwork the best. Perhaps she could use her reputation for being 'CO' to gain something from the mysterious Dukes. At the very least, she had a better chance than squadmates did. "Of course I will," she responded with a smile, leaning forward to kiss the Prince on the forehead. When he smiled, the expression was so anxious and tense that Alex wondered if she had made a huge mistake. *** When the bag was removed from her head, it took Alex a few moments to re-adjust to the lights. When she did, her stomach dropped. She had hoped she would be taken to some small and comfortable room, somewhere private where she could perhaps work her seduction on someone with actual power. This was as far removed from those hopes as possible. The room was small, but it was also ornate and official. In front of her sat a large wooden table, three austere older men sitting behind it and watching her with serious expressions. They seemed representative of the three colors she had seen throughout the Terran's world, one with faded blue hair, one with mint green, and one with lavender, all staring at her inscrutably. The table between them was empty, except for a large silver bowl that shone with multicolored light. To the right of the table stood what she assumed to be three princes, Ashahosta among them. On the left a spindly, thin man with a small stone tablet was watching her with a startling intensity, as if he was ready to take notes if she so much as scratched her nose. "Please take one of the spheres and eat it," the thin man broke the silence. Alex glanced at the bowl on the table. On closer inspection, she could see that the source of the light came from a collection of glowing spheres that filled the bowl. They were small, and looked like glass with tiny fires trapped within, fires of green and blue and purple. *If nothing else, they're consistent with their color schemes,* Alex thought, reaching forward and selecting one. She chose purple in honor of the man she had come to think of as 'her' prince, and vaguely wondered if she was passing or failing a test with her color choice. When no one said anything at her selection, she popped the sphere in her mouth and bit down. The sphere crunched and her mouth was full of grainy powder; it clearly didn't just look like glass, it was made of glass. Alex spat it out and gazed at the impassive three across from her. Did they really think she would simply kill herself as they all calmly watched? "These spheres are hideously expensive in both time and manpower," the thin man said calmly, "if you waste any more of them like that, you will guarantee your execution." With the threat of death, it took a moment for Alex to process the significance of what he had just said. "Did you just say multi-syllable words without charging them?" She asked. The thin man made a sour face as he responded, "I am one of the few who has bothered to learn to speak the tongue without magic. It is quite distasteful, but on those rare occasions when it is needed, it makes me invaluable. Now please, the sphere. It will not kill you." *Magic? They think their technology is magic? What kind of backward creatures are these Terrans? Did they get their tech from someone else, so they don't understand how it works?* Alex took another purple sphere, trying to ignore the gritty crunching as she ground it in her teeth and swallowed. Instantly she felt a fire burning in her stomach, along with a vaguely unpleasant pressure. The older man in the middle nodded as if satisfied, the action sending his tuft of mint green hair wobbling. The thin spindly man spoke again. "Exile. You have been brought before the Dukes of the three great tribes to answer their interrogations. While your safety is not guaranteed, if you cooperate the fate of you and your companions will be better than if you do not. As you seem unable to speak normally, I will be acting as translator between you and the Dukes using low speech, speaking to you by tongue and to them by mind." Alex nodded her understanding. The pressure in her stomach was uncomfortable. The translator paused for a moment, not taking his eyes from her, and then spoke again. "We are informed that your name is Alexandria. Have you ever attempted to kill one of our number Alexandria?" Alex opened her mouth to protest, and although she could feel her lips shaping the word 'no', her voice rang in the small room, "Yes, when they came for us in the tent I tried to shoot one of you in the head." She covered her mouth with both hands, eyes wide, as the pressure and heat instantly dissipated from her stomach. The translator simply nodded his head and waited, clearly conversing with the three men behind the table in his mind. "Please eat another sphere," he said finally. *This is unfair,* Alex hesitantly took a blue sphere and slipped it into her mouth, *I can't lie, can't even spin the truth...what kind of compound is this?* "How many of your Exiles' moons now orbit about our planet?" The translator's voice seemed dry and lifeless, and Alex was reminded of a ventriloquist's dummy. She focused on the exact wording of the question. *I've never been exiled anywhere, so I don't consider myself an exile,* she reasoned, *and since a moon is a planetary body, technically the orbitals don't count as moons.* "There are five of them, we refer to them as 'Orbitals'," Alex's traitorous mouth seemed to move without her permission, and even as she felt the pressure in her stomach lessen, a knot in it was growing. *I'm giving away everything...anything they could possibly ask...I'm helpless...* even as the panicked thought crossed her mind she kept on talking, against her will, "their names are Academy, Techrider, Minera, Pivot, and Basura." The translator carefully made notations on his tablet with a thin writing instrument, and Alex felt more nervous and helpless than she had ever felt in her life. *I can only pray that they don't ask the right questions.* At the translator's indication, she took another sphere, but this time she held it under her tongue and pretended to chew and swallow. "What is the goal of your balls of death and lightening? For what purpose do they attack?" Alex opened her mouth to answer, but the translator cut her off sharply, "please swallow the sphere before answering." Defeated, Alex swallowed the ball. There was nothing left to do. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin feel sticky in the too-hot room, and she could feel the Prince's semen dripping out of her to dampen her pants. She regretted her decision to make him happy as she shifted uncomfortably, her mouth running on autopilot. "The drones find a location where Terrans are situated, then clears the village out. Pockets of crysium can always be found just underneath the village, and the miners in Orbital Minera can harvest the crysium from orbit, as long as there are no Terrans in the way to interrupt the mining drones and beams. We've also found that a successful attack against a village will delay the next Drake attack by a few months." Even through the feelings of helplessness, Alex could tell her words surprised them. Until then, the old men sitting across from her hadn't changed their expression, but their faces now registered surprise. Maybe that could be capitalized upon. "Why do you Terrans attack us with monsters?" Alex challenged. The surprised looks turned to looks of shock and outrage. "You and yours have attacked and hounded us for far longer than we have sent Dracori to respond, Exile," the translator spat. He hadn't paused to mentally consult with the three before answering, "are we now at fault for defending ourselves against your blind aggression?" He stopped speaking suddenly, as if he had been silenced, and as he clearly worked to regain his composure, Alex pondered his words. It hadn't ever occurred to her to wonder who had started the war between the Orbitals and the surface. It was simply something that always had been. "Do you mean that if we stopped attacking...you would stop sending invaders and Drakes to attack us?" She asked carefully. To demonstrate her cooperative nature, she took a sphere and ate it without being told as she waited for an answer. "The Dukes know that you do not have the power to stop your moons' attacks on our people," the translator answered after a pause, "each of our villages have already attempted peace. It is you exiles that lust for war, not us. Now," he waited until Alex swallowed, smiling quite unpleasantly, "in what way might we destroy the Exiled moons?" Alex blinked, horror settling in her stomach. She was so shocked by the question that she couldn't even think of the answer, the sympathy that had been slowly building for the Terrans disappearing. *So much for us being the war-lusting ones,* she thought bitterly. "I...I don't really know," she admitted, relieved that it was the truth, "maybe if you could send up five or six Drakes at once, or if you could get someone already on the inside to infiltrate and destroy the orbitals' inner workings? Terrans can certainly hurt our orbitals, but I haven't seen anything you could do that would bring one down, let alone all of them." The Dukes seemed very displeased with their answer, and Alex was glad. She took another sphere and popped it into her mouth somewhat smugly, which perhaps was a mistake. The duke with lavender hair barked a question, his dusty voice breaking the silence for the first time, "Why do you shift in your seat so ONC?" *shiftily, suspiciously, as if uncomfortable or hiding something* *Shit,* Alex blushed as the pressure in her stomach seemed to force the words through her throat, "Because I let Prince Ashahosta cum inside me and it's dripping out now." Ironically, the dukes seemed far less shocked at this answer, although the one with lavender hair glanced to his right at Prince Ashahosta, who was also blushing and looking straight ahead. "Did you do this to convince him to free you?" The translator asked as if only curious, but he indicated the bowl as well. Alex took one and chewed slowly, her entire face flushed. This was almost worse than before. She refused to meet anyone's eyes as she answered. "I knew I wasn't going to be freed, I just wanted to see my squadmates and help them be better off however I could," she answered quietly, "And at first it was just about getting something from him, but after a few days I..." Alex struggled hard to stop talking, but whether it was magic or chemicals in the glass pills, it certainly kept her lips moving, "...I actually kind of like him. He's kind and sweet. The kind of guy I'd sleep with even in other circumstances." The room was quiet for a very long time after that, a mental conversation occurring that did not involve her. Alex processed what she had just said as they carried on their silent talking. It was just as unexpected to her as it must've been to the dukes, but she knew the spheres forced her to speak the truth, even if she hadn't wanted to admit the truth to herself. Glancing over at Ashahosta, she mentally shrugged. Why not? There was nothing wrong with enjoying the seduction of one's captor. At least, she didn't think so... "The Dukes have decided upon your fate," the translator broke the silence, and Alex stiffened. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she had no clue what the quiet men across from her would decree. The translator didn't say another word, but the door to the room opened and guards entered, clearly silently directed by the dukes. Gently but firmly they each took her by an arm, and escorted her out of the room. The problems of betraying the names of the orbitals or revealing embarrassing details of her sex life seemed disgustingly trivial as the guards walked her down the hallways. It was the first time that Alex had seen her surroundings without a bag over her head, and she tried to calm the fluttering in her stomach by taking it all in. The halls were the same sandy stone that her cell had been made of, but every few feet there were glassless windows that looked out onto a village. Alex had assumed she was being kept underground since her cell wasn't lit by sunlight, and she tried to catch glances outside at each window she passed. The village was a little smaller than her classes said an average Terran village ran. She could see glimpses of forest on the boundary, but the buildings themselves made a large ring that was clear of plant growth. People milled busily back and forth across the clearing in the middle, and Alex noted that every single one had hair of purple, blue or green. *Are they letting me see all of this because I'm going to die soon?* A small forlorn voice asked in the back of her head. She wasn't entirely sure how to answer. The guards stopped next to a large double door made of a heavy dark wood. On either side stood two more Terrans, and they glanced at the three with half-hearted curiosity. Alex's heart hammered in her chest as the guard on her right knocked on the door. She contemplated making a break for it, but the Terrans had proved they were a match for pistols and weaponry; they would have no problem gunning her down before she reached the end of the hall. The door swung open slowly, and a familiar voice flooded Alex's chest with relief. "God damn Alex, who'd you have to fuck to manage all of this?" "Preston, you fucking douchebag asshole..." Alex was so overwhelmed she couldn't even finish the insult, rushing forward and wrapping him in a bearhug. The other squaddies gathered around to join as she laughed and cried at the same time, and the guards closed the door behind them, leaving the squadmates alone. The room was huge and comfortable, as far from the jail cells as could be. Each of the squadmates had a small bed covered with furs, although from the multiple furs piled on one indicated that Julia and Tess had decided to share. A separate room contained facilities, including a bath made of a single piece of carved wood. As soon as she could extract herself from her squadmates she closed herself in the room and filled a steaming hot bath, surprised to find running water in the primitive compound. As the room filled with steam and she lay in the water, Alex finally let herself relax, shaking with nerves and wondering what the future would bring for her and the rest of the rookies.

Buddy's Mom (C) (1st,mF,cheat,mother,mast,cons,solomast,mf) CHAPTER ONE We had been swimming all day at the Westwood Pool, and were waiting for Buddy's mom to pick us up in the parking lot. It's a bitch being fifteen and having to catch a ride, but it was better than staying home or riding the bus. I had never met his mom, but expected she would look like everybody else's mom, sort of like the lady on the cake mix box. Was I wrong! "Here she comes,' Buddy said. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here in a 1956 restored white Ford convertible was the most luscious woman I had ever imagined. She had a blonde pony tail and was wearing a white pleated skirt and a red jersey halter that cradled her delicious ripe boobs like a pair of eager hands. The red leather seats really set off her white skirt. Buddy and Paul jumped into the back seat, leaving me riding shotgun with his mom. She introduced herself and asked how the others knew me. I explained that I was transferring into their prep school, and had met them at orientation on the last day of class. She asked all the usual polite questions about where I lived and why I was transferring to Westgate Academy. I explained that my dad had high hopes for me, and wanted me to be in a good college prep program, even if it was across town. During our chat, my eyes kept being drawn to those long tan legs that seemed to peek further out of her skirt as the air blew on it. Better yet was the hint of two perky nipples poking through her halter. Her white sandals showed off her red painted toenails, and made her toes look good enough to suck on. She seemed totally unaware of the view I was enjoying, but my hard-on poked up through my shorts so far that I threw a towel over my lap to hide it. The trip to Buddy's house was only twenty minutes, but it was torture for me. His mom explained that the boys were being taken to a ball game by their fathers, so she had to drop them off first before taking me home on the other side of town. When we pulled up in front of Buddy's house, they jumped out, yelling behind them as they ran, "Later." Buddy's mom jumped out of the car to get something from the house before driving me home, and I thoroughly enjoyed the view as her skirt slip up as she left the car. When she got back in, the show was repeated, and I thought I would about burst at the sight of the flash of her thighs. I kept the towel in place in my lap, hoping she wouldn't see the tent in my shorts. It was a thirty minute drive to my house, and we chatted along as we went. I finally broke down and asked Mrs. Morgan her how the mom of a kid like Buddy could be so young, I would guess about thirty. She told me that Mrs. Morgan was her mother-in-law, and that I should just call her Laura. She explained that she had married Buddy's dad after his mother had died four years ago, and was "a little younger" than her husband, Jack. I suspected that "a little" was an understatement. He was an investment advisor, and traveled all over the country to meet with clients. As we drove along, the air became cooler, and I became hotter, watching her nipples extend and bulge the fabric of her halter. She also allowed her skirt to blow up from the floor vent air, and I began to wonder whether she was coming on to me. She was very animated in her conversation, and from time to time would pat me on the arm and thigh to make a point. I was going nearly crazy with lust for this lady, who was twice my age. When we pulled into the circular drive in front of my house, she noticed that no one seemed to be home and that she had hoped to meet my parents. I explained that they were on an overseas trip for two months, and that I was "batching" it on my own. She gave me a little smile and asked why the towel was in my lap. I almost shit a brick. I was busted. At that, she grabbed the end nearest her and pulled it off. "Oh, My!" she said, "You are really a big boy!" I turned bright red and apologized about my condition, but she shushed me quickly. "Please don't worry. Do you think I'm attractive, then?" "Huh?" I stammered. "Oh, yeah! You are one very foxy lady." She took off her seat belt and slid over toward me, wrapping her fingers around my protruding cock. When she squeezed it, I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back an orgasm. "You know," she said, "I'll bet you are going to go into the house and jerk off, aren't you?" I blushed again, Yeah, I guess so." "Why wait," she asked, "I'd love to see you do it right here. This is a very private place, and no one could possibly see you. Now let's see that beautiful cock of yours." I didn't know what to say, but willingly slid down my trunks to expose the hardest cock I had ever had in my life. "I'll give you a hand," she said, "and began slowing stroking my cock with her right hand." As she stroked me, she loosened her halter so that the curve of her breasts was fully visible. When her nipple appeared, I lost it, and squirted three times over a foot in the air. All she said was, "That's a good boy." "It was really nice to meet you, Tim, I hope you will come to visit often. I can always drive you home, you know. I'll bet we can have a lot of fun together" That was a promise of things to come that made my head buzz. "Sounds good to me. Hope it's real soon." "Why not come over to our place on Thursday? You can play tennis with us, and have a swim in our lap pool and stay for a cookout. Of course, I'll be more than happy to drive you home. Especially since your folks are away. CHAPTER TWO Thursday came much too late for me. I really liked Buddy and Paul, but Buddy's mom was unbelievably gorgeous. I took the cross-town bus to their house, and hadn't realized that they had a tennis court on the back lawn. Buddy and Paul were already volleying, and motioned to me to join them as I walked around the house. Whether the three of us would play a round robin, or two on one, I didn't know, but I was ready to play. My question was answered when Buddy's mom came out of the house in a tennis outfit. How sports clothes can be so intensely erotic, I have no idea, but that very, very short skirt with matching white panties and a close fitting top were enough to stir my senses. Even the sports bra didn't hide her curves. When she bent over to pick up a ball to serve, I almost lost it. I hadn't had a good look at her ass the other day, but I sure got a show now. The skin-tight panties accentuated every curve, and they were luscious curves. After the game, she asked if anyone would like a dip in the pool. I had brought my trunks and the three of us went into the house to change. In a few minutes, we were all in the pool. It wasn't as large as the one at Westwood, but was really refreshing. What I didn't expect, was that Buddy's sister, Leah, would be joining us. She looked about thirteen, going on twenty-five. Her tits weren't as big as her mom's, but they looked firm and full bulging out of her white bikini. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her, and she was the kind of girl that bikinis are made for. She introduced herself to me, and told me that any friend of Buddy's was a friend of hers. That worked for me, I could use all the young, sexy friends I could get. As we played around in the pool, I could get a good view down her bra top, almost to the nipples. It was enough to get me hard again, but the cool water helped bring it down. I did a few laps of butterfly to wind down, and joined the others to change for dinner. Jack's dad was out of town on business, so the five of us had a cookout. Leah was going to a sleepover with friends, and Buddy was off to Paul's house for the night. It looked like Buddy's mom would have to drive me home alone, still in her tennis outfit. I could hardly wait! She didn't seem at all uneasy at the two of us being together, and asked about my folks. I told her that my dad worked for a large engineering company, and had taken my mom to Europe on a business trip, that they were prolonging for some vacation time. Once again, she found some way to stroke my bare thigh, without being obvious and it seemed totally natural. When we got to my place, she asked if she could come in and see it. "No problem," I said, "It's really a totally awesome house." The house was a rambling stone contemporary ranch style with few windows in front, but huge ones looking out to the back lawn. As we walked through, she was very complimentary, and seemed to love the layout, especially the den, which looked over the well groomed yard. There was a huge leather sofa facing the windows, and she plopped down on one end. "Could you get me a beer?" she asked. "Join me if you like." Would I ever! I hustled back with two long neck Heinekens, and sat on the opposite end of the couch. She had tossed back a couple at home during dinner, and seemed to be very relaxed at the situation. I, on the other hand, was getting tenser by the minute, and she squirmed around to face me with her back against the couch's armrest. I did the same on my end, and we sat facing each other. "Do you still think I'm attractive?" she asked. "Oh man," I replied, "you are one stone fox." She smiled at me, and let her knees drift slowly apart. I don't know when or how it had happened, but her tennis panties were nowhere to be seen. "Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?" "Only in pictures" She spread her knees wider and said, "This is no picture, it's the real thing." My shorts were almost ripped open by my cock stiffening, "Whoa", I said. "You sure beat anything I have ever seen in any picture." "Why don't you slip your shorts off?" It took only a second, and there I sat facing her with my pole fully extended. She stretched out one leg and caressed it with her foot, which nearly made me cum on the spot. "I thought it was only fair that I should pay you back for the show you gave me last time. I don't know if you realize that girls masturbate, too." I had seen some porn videos of girls fingering themselves, but never in real life. Her right hand dropped down to her crotch, and she started sliding it up and down in her slit. The juices must have come immediately, since I could hear the faint slurping noises as she pleasured herself. "I'll bet you'd like to stick your cock in here wouldn't you? That would be fun, but it isn't time yet. Let's just enjoy the moment" As she continued, I started stroking my cock with slow, even motions, enjoying my own private porn show. As she stroked, she kept crooning, "I don't know what's come over me. You just turn me on so much. What a beautiful cock you have. It's so long and smooth and young. It's a far cry from Jack's wrinkled old hairy pecker. He's so old, I hardly even get a chance to see it." "Oh my God, such a cock. I can just feel it inside me thrusting in and out. I'm getting so hot I can barely stand it. Rmmmmmmmmmh! I think I'm cumming. Oh, God, yes!" When her finger disappeared into her cunt, it was too much to take, and I shot off in streams onto the couch. "Want a taste?" she asked, and slid over and stuck her middle finger in my mouth. When I sucked on it, the taste was both sweet and pungent, and I savored the flavors. "Want to feel my tits?" She slipped her top over her head to expose those gorgeous breasts. I had only peeked at before in the car. What a silly question. I reached up and kneaded both glorious globes, and lightly pinched both nipples. As if on command, they both stood up proudly. "Suck them?" What a question! I pulled one after the other into my greedy mouth, and pulled at them with my lips. "Ohhhhh, my," she murmured, "That feels really nice. You really know all the tricks to make a woman feel special." I didn't really know anything, except that she had me totally under her control. It wasn't so much that I wanted to please her, but that I couldn't help myself. She dressed and went out to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean up the sofa. I was pissed that the game was over, but was in no condition to continue, after blowing my load on the couch. "I really have to go now," she said, but I hope we can get together again soon." I watched her as she climbed into the car and drove away. It would never be too soon for me. CHAPTER 3 As Laura Morgan drove home and arrived at the empty house, she was puzzled. "What has come over me? That kid is about Buddy's age." She had never, ever, had thoughts about young boys, but she couldn't keep Tim out of her mind. She walked upstairs slowly, and with strange feelings. She slipped off her tennis outfit and stepped into the shower, and felt the warm water caress her body. Rubbing her soapy hands over her body, she knew she was still aroused by the encounter with Tim. As she ran her hands over her breasts, it brought back the feelings she had had earlier. She let the hand shower play a little longer than necessary in her crotch, and turned it to pulse. "I've got to get over this." "What if Buddy would ever find out?" "Or Leah?" She had to be very careful. She walked into the adjoining bedroom and pulled the nylon slip she used as a nightgown over her head. The fabric felt smooth and slippery on her skin, and did nothing to ease her feelings. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, but sleep wouldn't come. Her thoughts kept racing back to the encounter at Tim's house. It was totally out of character, she thought. Most financially comfortable and socially prominent women have fulfilled lives, but now there was an intruder. "Oh, Tim, what have you done to me?" "I can't stop thinking about you" Before marrying Buddy's dad, she had lived a respectable life, never dating anyone long enough for the relationship to become overly sexual. Jack was a romantic dream, at first, but as he aged the fire died down. Now she was lucky to have him make love to her once a month. It seemed to be more of a duty than a sensual encounter. She became an expert at faking orgasms to please him, but none of those were as real as the one on Tim's parents' couch. "What a long, smooth cock he has. And how young and strong he is!" In her reverie, she pulled up the lace bottom at the front of her slip to the waist, and felt the fine pubic hair under her fingers. It was already moist. She slid one finger down onto the front of her slit, and began slowing drawing it back and forth across her engorged clit. Her fingers began to move in a circle, drawing her deeper into the pink cloud she was feeling. She was awash in her own juices. "No one is home to hear," she thought, and reached over to the bottom drawer of her bedside table to pull out her battery operated vibrator. It hadn't been used in months, only when Jack was on an extended trip, but tonight she needed it, badly. She held the buzzing pink egg in her hand, and slowly slid it down across her belly to her crotch. Holding it still in one perfect spot, she let the waves of pleasure sweep over her, until the pink cloud in her mind began to take on a crimson tinge. She knew she was close. "Oh Tim, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Shove that beautiful cock of yours all the way up my cunt!" As release came at last, she realized that she was sweating profusely. The scent from her exertion was mixed with a sweet scent of perspiration. She kissed the pink egg, and wiped it off with a tissue. "Time for a shower, again." The shower finally helped release her remaining tensions, and she slipped into one of Jack's old tee shirts, and slid into bed. "Enough of this," she thought, and drifted off to sleep. In the morning, both of her kids came home from their overnights. She greeted them in a bright yellow long bathrobe, and asked how their nights had been. "Pretty cool, Mom, Paul got some new video games, and we were up late honing our skills. He is really quick, but I gave him a run for his money." No need to tell her that Paul's parents had never installed porn blocking software, and they had a great time surfing for porn. "How `bout you, Leah?" "It was OK, but just watching mushy videos isn't my favorite way to spend and evening. It got a lot better when some of the girls talked about their dates." "What did they have to say?" "MOM! You really don't want to know. It's personal." Laura raised her eyebrows with that quizzical look that mothers seem to specialize in. "Never mind, then." "How `bout you, Mom?" "Not much, I'm afraid. I ran Tim home and he gave ma a tour of their house. You really ought to see it when you get a chance. Some local architect designed it, and it is really impressive." It's a rambling stone contemporary, with a terrific view out the back windows. The living room has a huge stone fireplace and overstuffed leather furniture. "By the time I got home and watched the weather and the news, it was time for bed. Another normal, ordinary day." If they only knew! CHAPTER 4 Buddy and his sister spent the day playing tennis, then went for a swim to cool off. As Laura watched them, she began to wonder. "It looks like he and his sister get along really well. Maybe too well!" It seemed as if Buddy couldn't keep his hands off his sister, occasionally patting her on the ass, and giving her little shoulder hugs. She hadn't ever seen them doing anything out of line, but she began to wonder if something more was going on between them. When his hand slipped down and brushed his sister's breast, she could see a bulge growing in his trunks. "Maybe it's my imagination," she thought, and put it out of her mind. "I'll have to keep an eye on them." The afternoon was uneventful; Buddy mowed the lawn and skimmed the pool, while his Mom and Leah went shopping. It seemed like anything they did was interrupted by texting from friends on their phones. Why guys thought you were really interested in what they were doing minute by minute was a mystery to him, but it was part of being cool. Who cared that "I just scratched my ass." After dinner, she dressed for her Wednesday Bridge game with the "girls." "Back by eleven." "Bye." Buddy and hi sister hit the tube to watch some game shows, but the contestants were either real dorks or geniuses. Boring! "Hey, Leah, want to watch some videos." "No way, I was bored all last night watching those mushy things." "These aren't like that. I found them on the top shelf of Dad's closet." "Oh? What were they doing there?" "I think he was hiding them from us." "Well maybe just for a few minutes." Buddy slipped the first DVD into the player. "Oh my God, the FBI is watching us." "Don't be silly, that Copyright Warning is on all of them." After some flashes of nudity, the video began to play. A young couple was on a blanket on the beach, with the man oiling the girl's back with suntan lotion. She rolled over to let him do the front, and loosened her bikini top to give him full access to her breasts. "That's enough," Leah said. "Oh, come on, didn't you say that your girlfriends talked about their dates. I'll bet this is tame, compared to that. He hit the "pause" button to please her. "It's really none of you business, but I can give you a hint. Some of those girls are nothing but sluts!" "And?" "Well, Jeannie Marsh was the worst. She's a couple of years older, and really talks down to us. Apparently, she has done EVERYTHING with a boy." "Everything?" "She let's boys play with her tits on dates, and even lets them feel her up under her bra." "So, what's such a big deal about that?" "Well, I never have." "Maybe it's because you don't have a boyfriend." "Don't tease me, I could have one if I wanted, but none of the guys I meet are as nice as you. Or as good looking." Leah sat down on the floor in front of her brother with her knees up. "Maybe we could watch a little more." Buddy pushed the "play" button, and the video came back to life. As they watched, he began massaging his sister's shoulders. "That feels really good. I'll give you an hour to cut that out." The plot, such as it was, raced ahead relentlessly. It was the guy's turn to get oiled up, and his girl's hands spread the lotion first on his back, and then, when he rolled over, on his chest and shoulders. As she bent over, Buddy could see down the top of her swimsuit and a hint of her brown areolas, and he began to get hard. When the girl reached down into the guy's swimsuit and began caressing his cock, Buddy thought he would explode on the spot. He bent down and let his hands drift down his sister's chest and squeezed her boobs. "Is this what Jeanie was talking about?" "Yeah. No wonder she lets them." The girl on the video, pulled down the guy's swim trunks, and began to fondle his cock. Not pumping it, just squeezing gently. Then she bent down and closed her lips over the tip, and Buddy was going nuts. "Did Jeannie tell you she did that, too?" "She sure did, and couldn't wait to tell us all how much he liked it. It must have been yucky for her." "Don't be too sure. I'll bet she liked it, too." "She said it really turned her on, but I didn't believe her." Buddy's stiff cock was now pressing against the back of her neck, and Leah turned half way around and gave it a squeeze. "Oh my God, you are as hard as that guy in the video." "Sure am. Want to play?" He slid down the zipper of his shorts, pulled out his swollen cock, and pulled his sister's head toward it. "Buddy!" "Come on, Sis, it's time you got a little experience." "But I don't even know how to do it." "I'll show you. Just suck on it like a lollypop." "Just this once, but don't ever ask me again." "Let's see how you like it. Why don't you take of your top and let me see those pretty tits of yours." Leah slipped her shirt over her head and undid her bra. "Like what you see?" "Oh shit, they're gorgeous. Now let's get going." Leah took her brother's cock between her lips and started licking the knob on the end. "I think you are going to be really good at this. Just let your lips slide up and down on it." "Like this?" "Un Huh! Now go a little faster." As her head bobbed up and down on his cock, Buddy knew he didn't have long to last. "Back off, and kneel there facing me." Leah complied. "Slip off your shorts and panties." "Why?" "Because I want to see you naked." "That's a good reason, I guess. OK" She stood up and peeled them off then returned to kneeling between his feet. The sight of his sister's naked body on her knees at his feet was the most intensely erotic sight he had ever seen. Her bush looked soft and blonde, and her breasts proudly stood straight out. "Leah, you are absolutely beautiful!" Buddy began to pull at his cock with faster and faster strokes. "Look out, I'm going to cum!" His squirting jizm came as a complete surprise to his sister, as Buddy shot load after load of semen onto her tits. He told her to spread it around. She reached up and smeared it all over her breasts. "It's sticky." "So?" "I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to expect. Jeannie tried to tell us about it, but I didn't really understand." "Now you do. That was really fantastic! I think we are going to have some good times together." "We better go up and shower and get dressed before Mom gets home. And I'd better put this video back in Dad's closet. We wouldn't want Mom to think we were doing something that she wouldn't do." "And how do you know she wouldn't?" "Don't be silly, she's a Mom. Mom's don't do that sort of thing, only kids." "The couple in the video weren't kids." "You know what I mean, now shut up." "And don't ever think about our Mom that way again." CHAPTER 5 "Batching it isn't all that cool," I thought. His dad had left a to-do list that kept him pretty much occupied. The gardener still came once a week to do the flower beds, but it was up to Tim to take care of the grass and clip the shrubs. Their new maid, Angela, tidied up on Wednesdays and did some of the laundry, but he would rather wash his own underwear than have her messing with them. Some days, he aimlessly wandered around the house, and poked into his Dad's den. Tim had his own computer in his room, and Dad's was off-limits, since he often used it for business. Angela had left the den unlocked for a change, and he decided to do a little exploring. The room key was in his Dad's top desk drawer, and Tim slipped it into his pocket. As he looked around, he noticed some wiring he hadn't noticed before. He booted up the computer, and realized that his Dad had hooked up a nanny-cam, probably when they first hired Angela. It was hooked up to some motion detectors around the house, and let his Dad keep an eye on the help to make sure they weren't poking around where they shouldn't, or picking up things to take home. The software was new to Tim, and he spent some time nosing around until he discovered the videocam icon that activated it. When he clicked it, on the screen were five displays, showing different rooms in the house, all showing still pictures. Apparently they came live only when someone was in the room, and then recorded what was going on. He clicked on the Living Room icon and scrolled down to history, and sure enough, there was a video of Angela cleaning the room. He wondered if his Dad had a voyeur streak, since the shots of her bending over to dust were mildly titillating. He tried to check out some porn sites, and discovered that his Dad hadn't installed any software filters like he had on Tim's computer. Not that it mattered, since any kid with computer savvy could easily bypass that crap. His Dad also hadn't set his browsing history to auto-delete, so Tim got an idea of where his Dad had been surfing. Nothing really weird, but not all business stuff, either. Most were business news and stock market reports, which were of little interest. Among the "Favorites" list were some erotic story sites, and a few lesbian websites, with streaming video. He checked them out, of course, but girl-girl stuff wasn't really his thing. One of them had a really hot session with two girls having dinner together, undressing, and then jumping into the sack to do the nasty on each other. Scans of the recordings from the other rooms were as boring as the Living Room shots. Nothing much interesting had apparently ever really gone on in their house. The garage cam showed their three cars, and reminded him that part of his responsibilities while his folks were away was to keep them spotless for when they returned from their trip. Tim had especially liked to drive his Dad's Miata, but seldom had a chance. The last time he was allowed to take it out, his folks smelled beer on his breath when he came home. Grounded him for eight weeks. They must have figured that having to take a bus to get around would cure him of driving after drinking. His Dad also mentioned that the odometer readings had been written down, just in case he got any ideas. It wasn't all that bad, since he could ride his bike up to the club when he felt like some tennis, or to check out the chicks. The golf club was only a five minute ride away, but he wasn't all that interested. Most of the kids were from private schools in the East End, and he didn't really know any of them all that well. "OK, I'll do the damn cars," I decided, and shut off the machine. When he got to the garage, he punched up all the doors and tried to figure out where to start. The Miata seemed like a good place. I stripped down to my shorts and polished off the dust. "Damn, that's one fine car," I thought. It was British Racing Green and had a finish like a mirror. "Not bad," I thought, as I looked at my own reflection in the hood, showing my broad swimmer's shoulder, and a nice tan. Before he could move to the next one, he heard a car crunching on the gravel drive. It was the white convertible. Laura jumped out and came over. "I thought you didn't have a car." "I don't, these are my Dad's, but I'm grounded until the end of summer." "That must be a bitch." "I'm cool with it, but life goes on." "I just wanted to drop off the trunks and stuff you left at our place last week." She handed him the gym bag. "Gotta Go, I'm running late. I was over in the East End and thought you might need these." "Hope you can over again soon. We all enjoy your company." :"Likewise." As the car pulled out of the driveway, memories of their encounters flashed back into Tim's head. Not that they were ever that far away. "Who is this lady, anyway," he wondered. Back in his father's den, Tim started by trying to Google "Mrs. Jack Morgan" with no luck. "Laura Morgan" didn't get any useful hits either, but there were a shitload of Laura Morgans that popped up, including some Facebook pages. None of them were her. "OK," let's try "John Morgan." The trouble with Google is TMI. There is more chaff than substance, unless you know specifically what you are looking for. He had heard Laura say that her husband was an investment advisor, so he added that as search term. Bingo. Most of the stuff was business-related, but a few were about his political and charitable contributions. Apparently the couple were patrons of the arts, and served on the Symphony and Art Institute boards. One photo, taken at a gala, was surely Laura. Interesting, but no big deal. Tim then tried Facebook, searching for Buddy Morgan. About half the entries were for dogs named "Buddy," but he finally found his friend. There were dozens of photos on the page, but Tim was especially interested in those of his Mom. There she was, standing on the beach with Leah, with palm trees in the background. The picture wasn't very hi-res, but Tim downloaded it anyway. A little photo editing brought the resolution up, and he had a nice view of the two of them in bathing suits. Laura could have been Leah's sister, and they both looked really hot in their bikinis. Zooming in on her breast brought back memories of the other night, and Tim could feel the rise in his shorts. He turned off the computer and lay down on his bed, and stripped to his shorts. "Oh, Laura, someday I'm going to fuck you flat!" Relief came quickly. CHAPTER 6 His cell phone buzzed. "Hi, Tim, it's Laura. The kids are away for two days and I thought I could bring over something to eat. It's lonesome over here all alone." "Chinese OK?" "Pizza would be better." "With?" "Your call, I'll eat almost anything." Hell, what I really wanted was to do was eat HER! He gave a little grunt to himself, thinking about munching on that sweet pussy of hers. "See you in half an hour." "Just let me get a shower." "OK, Bye." "Hot shit," Tim thought, "She's really coming over again." Then he had an inspiration. He headed back into his Dad's den and booted up the computer. Firing up the nanny-cam, he activated it to record when motion was detected in any of the rooms. He also clicked on the mike, to see if the sound would be recorded, too. Just maybe he could get some better pictures of Laura than the lousy vacation shot from Buddy's Facebook page. If he got really lucky he might catch some really hot shots of the two of them together. That would be awesome. Laura didn't even ring the doorbell, but came straight in and headed for the kitchen. "Pizza Lady," she called out. "In a sec." Tim closed the den door behind him and locked it. He didn't want Angela to come across anything if he forgot to turn off the computer, not that she would know how to do it anyway. "I brought a six-pack for us, too." Always thoughtful. "So what have you been doing with yourself? Besides jerking off?" Tim blushed, "Aw come on, that was a once in a lifetime experience. My folks keep me busy with their to-do lists, so I don't have time to be bored." "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Want the Pepperoni or mushrooms?" "Either, or." She put the slices out on the two plates he had set out on the table and both dug in. As I watched her eat, I realized that I had never paid much attention to her face. As she nibbled on the pizza, I couldn't take my eyes off the sensuous way her lips moved when she ate. "God, would those feel good wrapped around my cock." She was no movie star, but one very good looking lady. I wondered where things would go from here. She wasn't dressed at all provocatively, wearing shorts and a loose cammi top. As she moved, my opinion of the camisole improved rapidly. The sight of her braless breasts moving under the thin fabric, really turned me on. "What a tease," I thought. She must have known very well that when she bends down to pick up the plates the top would fall away, giving me a full view of her assets. As she washed the plates, I moved behind her and cupped her breasts with both hand. She must have felt my cock pressing on her ass. "Easy, boy! Let me clean up first." She put the plates away and hung up the dish towel, and turned toward me. "Now where were we?" I pulled her close, pressing her tits against my chest, and kissed her. It was the first time, and she eagerly returned my kiss. Her tongue began probing my mouth, and mine hers as we were locked together. When she reached down and fondled my balls, I knew things were definitely looking up. I cupped her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her body tight against mine. "Is there somewhere we can get comfortable?" I led her to my room. Thank God it didn't look like the pig sty it sometimes does. The bed was half turned down, and I sat on the edge and pulled her onto my lap. Without prompting, she pulled her top over her head, and began to unbutton my shirt, then slid it off my shoulders. We were skin to skin for the next kiss, and I could feel her boobs pressing on my chest. Her tongue kept probing, and we were both obviously impatient. As we kissed, I cupped her left boob in my hand and began kneading it, and playing with the nipple. She let out a low moan, and said, "Tim, I've really missed you. I think about you all the time" "Me, too," I unbuttoned the waist button on her shorts, and slid the zipper down. She stood up and let them drop to the floor, then peeled of her nylon panties. It was her turn, and she loosened my belt and stripped off my shorts and briefs. My cock was pointing at the ceiling, and she dropped to her knees in front of me. "Oh God, I've dreamed about tasting you." Her full, red lips wrapped around my knob, and she slowly worked her way down my shaft, while her hand cupped my balls. Her tongue flicked up and down under the tip, driving me totally mad with passion. I had heard of deep throat, but didn't really know what it was about. When she pulled me closer, I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her throat. What a feeling. She pulled away and slid her lips off my knob, giving it a final lick. "What a really gorgeous cock you have, young man." She sat down on the bed beside me, and said, "Your turn." I started with her lips, moved down to suck on her nipples, licked her belly and finally tongued the inner side of both her thighs. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her crotch. "Suck me, Tim. Oh God, lick my pussy. I've been having fantasies about this! " "Me, too." I covered her pussy with my mouth and sucked gently. I really had no experience with oral sex, but I was a willing novice. My tongue could taste the juices pouring out of her snatch. She was ready, but I had more in mind. I ran my tongue up her slit from the bottom, until I could feel her engorged clit. "Lick out the alphabet," I reminded myself. It was an old Sam Kinison line, but he sure had it right. As my tongue flicked over her clit, spelling out one letter at a time, she squeezed her thighs against my ears and moaned. "Fuck me, Tim, fuck me! Oh God, Tim, I can't wait. Please hurry!" I pulled some pillows to the edge of the bed, and lifted her ass on top of them. Standing up, my cock was level with her cunt, and I shoved the tip into her gushing snatch. I slowly teased it in and out, and could feel her trying to thrust against each stroke. "For God's sake, Tim, give me all of it. I'm so horny I could scream." As slowly as I could, I let my cock explore her inner reaches, deliberately gliding down the insides of that juicy cunt. Finally, I was completely inside her, and could feel her walls clutching my cock, greedily. "Fuck me harder, harder! Hurry" I began to thrust stroke after stroke into that creamy cunt, and could hear her gasp every time I hit her G-spot. I spent as long as I could just moving in and out against it. Her face was contorted in ecstasy while she kept repeating "Yes, yes. Oh yes. Oh Tim, Oh YES!" At the very last possible minute, I pulled out and began to jerk off; just like in the videos I had seen. I shot load after load on her belly, and watched as it began to stream down on to her sides. We were both exhausted, and I lay down and pulled her to my side, with my arms around her. I loved hearing her purring noises as we lay beside each other, and kissed again. After we had recovered a bit, Laura headed into my bathroom. "I certainly can't go home like this!" She jumped into the shower to clean off, and I stepped in beside her. "Let me help." I took the washcloth and soaped it up, and wiped the cum off her stomach and sides. "These look like they need attention, too." I soaped up my bare hands and lightly washed her breasts. She soaped up her hands as well, and gave my cock a good lathering. "Let me dry off," she said. "If we keep this up, I'll never get home." "I'll help." We toweled each other off, and I said, "Let's go outside and finish drying off." We sat side by side on the chaise lounges on my parent's bedroom porch, holding hands. The air was just beginning to cool, as it gently blew over our bodies. "Tim, this was an incredible evening," she offered. "What I would call an unexpected pleasure," I replied. "I really do have to go." "I know." We went back into my bedroom and dressed, and straightened the bedcovers. I walked her out to her car, and gave her a passionate goodnight kiss. "Until next time?" I asked. "We'll see," she replied. I watched her taillights disappear around the curve in the driveway. Back in my room, I looked at the bookshelf. A faint green light was glowing on one of them. The nanny-cam recorder was still on.

SUMMERTIME 3 Title: Summertime 3 (Mb, mmmbbb, b6mo, nepi, ped, oral, anal) by Strato of Sardis <[email protected]> Warning: nepi ************************** This story is pure fantasy. It is intended solely to assist masturbation or fantasy sex between consenting adults. I love feedback. Write to me! <[email protected]> ************************** "Sorry, Daddy--slurp--but I gotta take this, OK?" My mobile phone was vibrating quietly. An alert had flashed up, showing that I had just missed a call from Alistair. "OK, Brad--ungh--but don't be long, alright?" Daddy answered me without taking his eyes off the large cinema screen which occupies a whole wall in our family room. Since his return from Venice, where he lost all of his inhibitions, the family room has become Daddy's favourite place for fucking my twenty-month-old brother and for watching hardcore child porn. On this occasion Daddy was engrossed in "Poppers Training for Babyfuckers", the latest video release from Jocks'N'Tots, his favourite nepi studio. Keeping pace with the instructions on the screen, Daddy was huffing industrial-strength poppers while gently pumping his beer-can cock into little Matt's overstretched arsehole. Although he wanted to, Daddy refrained from pounding his baby son hard. He had been edging for nearly two hours, and any abrupt movement would cause him to ejaculate explosively inside the infant. Meanwhile I was kneeling between his legs on ball-licking duty. Daddy likes to have a warm wet tongue caress the sensitive underside of his balls while he is fucking a small child. The booming soundtrack of the video filled the room. The hypnotic techno beat swelled at regular intervals as a husky masculine voice intoned, "Sweet... tight... tiny... BABY HOLES!" This would usher the anthemic chorus, repeating "BABY HOLES!" over and over again. The music would then subside underneath the real-life sounds of an intensely aroused pedo having a noisy orgasm inside a baby. The whimpering and moaning of the child and the slapping of flesh on flesh would be drowned by the vocal celebrations of the man as he let himself go and blew his wad inside the infant. "Ungh... Mmm... Newborn slut... Mmm... Oh... Oh... So fucking tight... Mmm... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh God!... CREAMING THIS TINY BABY!... Ungh... Ungh... Phew... Hell yeah!" On the screen the images succeeded each other at an incredibly fast pace. An astonishingly depraved scene of infant molestation would barely have a couple of seconds to sear itself onto Daddy's retina before it was succeeded by an even more arousing picture of adult men having sexual intercourse with babies. * A crowd of men swarms eagerly around the changing table in the facilities of a supermarket. All the men have their trousers around their ankles. * A huge scrotum fills the foreground as a massively endowed pedo sodomizes a six-month-old girl. The hand of a second man appears from above, smearing the baby's deliciously chubby labia with lube. The second abuser's swollen glans, as big as an apple, starts to press hard against the infant's tiny cunthole. * A doctor and a male nurse, wearing nothing but surgical masks, spit-roast a tiny toddler boy in a hospital theatre. Sitting in a corner, fully dressed, the tot's father masturbates frantically. * A large teddy bear rests against the side of a cot. A twelve-inch cock appears between the bars, dripping a gooey string of precum. A hungry naked baby boy crawls excitedly towards the erect prick. * A group of beefy fratboys, glowing pink from the showers, relax and joke with each other on the benches of a dressing room. Each jock has his enormous erection stuffed to the hilt in a kindergartener's bottom. * The close-up of the arse and cunt of the six-month-old girl returns to fill the screen. Both meaty pricks are now buried balls-deep in the infant. The men's huge testicles rub on each other. The swollen members start to throb a the same time, and thick waves of creamy semen spurt from the baby's overflowing holes. I was enjoying this video--a lot. I pumped my meat discreetly, looking forward to sloppy seconds in my baby brother's bum. Of course, it helped that Daddy kept giving me little sniffs of the poppers in order to keep my ball-licking nice and enthusiastic. The sweet fumes made my teenage dong feel like a thoroughbred stallion's prick being sucked by a dozen cute cherubs. However, when I saw the missed call from Alistair, I knew that the night could get even better--so, giving Daddy's perineum one last long lick, I grabbed my phone and ran into the corridor, quickly pressing the redial button. "Oh, Brad, you're there! It's Alistair. There's been a change of plans." "Yes?" I asked, expectantly. "Aaron's called a meeting of Pornstar Academy," Alistair explained. "It's in an hour's time." "An hour? Shit, I don't know if I can get a ticket that quick. My Dad's fucking the baby right now, and I don't know how long he will be." "I see. Sorry, mate." Alistair's voice sounded sympathetic. "I know it's short notice, but you know Aaron." "Can't you do anything?" I asked in a pleading voice. "Look," answered Alistair, "I'll be outside your door in five with my ticket. I'll wait for half an hour. If you can make it, we'll walk to the Humphreys Library together." "Cheers, Alistair." My voice was full of uncertainty. "Wish me luck!" Pornstar Academy is a secret society composed of the best-looking babyfuckers in Senior School--although Alistair, who doesn't count himself as a pedo, also attends in order to be with Aaron. There was a time when many of the older boys used to joke that they wanted to be pornstars in toddler skin flicks. Aaron has turned this dream into a serious professional aspiration. He is evangelical about the importance of infant pornography as an expanding industry. "If you really mean to have a career as a professional babyfucker," he will admonish, "you have to train and practise." This was the origin of Pornstar Academy. Candidates are admitted to Academy meetings on two conditions. First, Aaron has to think that the hopeful stud is hot enough to go pro with a top studio like Jocks'N'Tots. Second, you have to bring a "ticket", that is, you have to bring a child no older than three, preferably a boy, to be used in baby-fucking practice. There is no justification for the preference for little boys, other than the fact that Aaron likes them better than little girls. This meant that I now had a problem. Since the founding of Pornstar Academy little Matty had been my ticket, but now Daddy was fucking him several times a day, and it had become really difficult to smuggle the baby out of the house for Academy meetings. I walked backed to the family room, deep in thought. When I opened the door, however, my heart leapt for joy. Daddy was gone. Little Matt was asleep on the sofa, sucking his thumb. His baby face was splattered with cum and a steady trickle of semen seeped from his tiny anal rosebud. Daddy had simply busted his nut in the baby and left me to clean up. I had a ticket! I quickly wrapped Matt in a blanket and, taking him with me, I ran downstairs. Alistair was already waiting outside. "Phwoar!" I exclaimed when I saw him. "Aaron's gonna be happy. You look fucking edible!" The rugby star blushed and smiled bashfully. Breaking his habit of wearing a primly ironed school uniform, he had come straight from rugby practice without changing, anxious to respond to his owner's summons. He was dirty and smelled intensely of sweat and testosterone. His tight shirt was bulging in all the right places. His powerful thighs and superb buttocks filled his shorts to perfection. And under the perspiration-soaked fabric, his epically massive prick--a mouthwatering seven inches at rest--was silhouetted in fine detail down to the juicy fat knob with its obscenely raised corona. His floppy ash-brown hair was sexily tousled from the scrum, and a streak of mud across his right cheek gave him an uncharacteristically rakish look. I felt weak at the knees. Matty was glad to see Alistair too and gave him a cute wave of his pudgy little hand. "Oh hello, little Matty!" The hung stud greeted the tot sweetly. "Hang on... What's that on your hair? Oh it's spunk!? Bloody hell, Brad, he's all messy! Look at him!" "Sorry, my dad's spent the evening popperbating to this insanely hot nepi flick from Jocks'N'Tots, and he just used the baby as his fleshjack. He nutted only a few minutes ago, when I was ringing you back. It must have been pints because he filled Matty's arse but he also managed to flood his mouth and drench his face and hair. Those Jocks'N'Tots poppers are something else!" "Popperth? What'th that?" Alistair's ticket had been following our conversation with rapt attention. The criminally cute little child--about three, I guessed--was holding Alistair's hand possessively, and obviously felt that little Matty was receiving way too much attention from his babysitter. "Hello there!" I breathed huskily, losing control of my voice. I had intended to give the sexy tot a cheerful greeting, but my croak betrayed my lust for his pretty mouth, which I immediately pictured nursing on Alistair's enormous babybottle. "How old are you, big boy?" "I'm Tom!" the tot shouted, while holding up three stubby fingers. "And I'm not weally a big boy becauthe I thtill have a baby-thitter. But I'm not a lickle baby like HIM!" he protested pointing at Matty. The tot's sweet innocence was turning me on. I was freeballing in my basket shorts, and as my babyfucking equipment started to swell, the contours of my fat shaft and even fatter knob became visible under the flimsy fabric, just inches away from the three-year-old's oh-so-fuckable face. Little Tom fixed his curious eyes on my growing bulge, but made sure to stand very close to Alistair, who placed a protective hand on his little head. "Alithtair ith my bethtetht fwend in the whole wowld!" "Are you sure?" I teased the toddler. "Better than your daddy?" The little child thought for a couple of seconds, and then piped up brightly, "Yeth! Alithtair ith my betht fwend, but Daddy ith my lover. Daddy feedth me milk with hith dickie and he putth it in my booty becauthe I'm hith thpethial boy. Hith VEWY thpethial boy. But Alithtair doethn't, tho he ith only my fwend." I chuckled, amazed at Alistair's self-restraint, but completely understanding why Tom's daddy felt driven to splooge in his little son's mouth and arse. I was sure that ejaculating inside this three-year-old child was a very "thpethial" experience indeed. "I wanna fuck him!" I informed Alistair, mouthing the words soundlessly above the tot's head. Alistair, however, looked conflicted. He knew that he needed to bring a toddler in order to attend Pornstar Academy, and he would not dream of missing a meeting since Aaron would be there. But Alistair never touched his ticket. Of course, he was honoured that Aaron always got round to penetrating the child, since being fucked by Aaron was a supreme blessing to be received with humble gratitude. But sometimes Alistair looked distinctly uncomfortable about the rest of us porking his tiny protegs. As we walked the short distance to the Humphreys Library in silence, I wondered what was weighing on Alistair's mind. The meetings of Pornstar Academy are held in the store room of the Humphreys Library. The store room has the advantage that we can arrange furniture in the most comfortable way for fucking babies, and we can set up props for re-enacting scenes from nepi flicks. We have made a particular study of the greatest hits of Jocks'N'Tots, although of course we cannot match the resources of a big international childporn company. Aaron has a complete set of keys, and comes and goes as he pleases in the Humphreys Library. When we asked how he had managed it, he looked puzzled. "Oh? It was just a matter of giving someone a little sniff of my armpit." When we got to the store room, Patrick Palmer, the school's top basket player, and Maurice "Beer-can" FitzJames, the captain of the rowing team, were already naked. Maurice's nickname honours the unrivalled girth of his splendid prick. An avid but choosy nepiophile with an exclusive preference for male tots between one and two years of age, Maurice delights in reminding all Academy members that every single one of his tiny sex partners has been unable to encircle his obscenely fat cock even when trying with both little hands. "Aren't babies funny creatures?" he'll chuckle. "When they try to put their little hands around my thick dong, they always fail, but when I try to stuff it into their supertight little arses, I always succeed." As Alistair and I walked into the room with our tickets, we overheard Patrick and Maurice discussing a philosophy assignment due the following Friday. "I don't understand why--ungh--why Mr Roberts makes such a fuss about the Presocratics," complained Maurice. "They were--mmm yes--bonkers as far as I'm concerned." "Mmmpffff. Do Heraclitus," responded Patrick. "Heraclitus--oh my fucking God--sounds like a really modern thinker." Kneeling on all fours between the two jocks, also stark naked, was little Linus, a stunningly cute fourteen-month-old blond tot, on duty as Maurice's ticket. Little Linus is Maurice's cousin, and lucky Maurice is welcome to borrow the infant for a night of hot nepi sex whenever his uncle is out fucking new babies at one of the regular orgies held by Aaron's dad in the pediatric hospital. Patrick had his left hand pressed against the back of little Linus's head and was using his right hand to massage his swollen knob through the tyke's throat. Everyone agrees that Patrick has an excellent face-fucking technique, ensuring that his glans gets plenty of intense stimulation inside the baby's throat while the tot's tiny tongue and lips work on his massive shaft. At the other end Maurice was squatting on his haunches behind the baby, longdicking the one-year-old arse with firm athletic strokes. Poor Linus's plump little buttocks were glowing bright red as the muscular teenager's crotch slapped loudly on the toddler's rump. Maurice loves to squat when he takes a toddler from behind doggy-style. He says sodomizing a baby feels more "porkish", more "ruttish", if you do it squatting, and it gives you excellent muscle definition in your thighs and calves too. When Maurice caught sight of us, he interrupted his conversation with Patrick and withdrew his extraordinarily fat prick from the toddler's bottom. He stood up and walked over to greet us. He moved with a slow quiet swagger, aware that the sight of his magnificent body gladdened everyone's eyes. As he raised his forearm to wipe off the sweat that had gathered on his brow while he fucked the baby, the graceful oscillation of his slender hips was perfectly balanced by the tilt of his superbly muscular broad shoulders, developed to a peak of masculine perfection through daily rowing practice. It was poetry in motion, and even straight Alistair, the MILF anal destroyer, broke into a smile as we were all bathed in the radiance of Maurice's beauty. Only the sheer obscenity of his engorged prick, sleek and streaked with white, swinging meatily before him as he walked, added a contrasting animal note to this vision of divine flawlessness. Understandably, all the members of the rowing team are madly in love with their captain, and the hope of impressing him drives them to ever greater heights of athletic achievement. Maurice does not like sex with anyone older than two, but he is aware of the need to maintain the bond of brotherhood within the rowing team, so now and then, when a rower performs a particularly deserving feat, Maurice will graciously allow the lucky boy to suck his legendary fat prick. In that way, rowing excellence in our school is measured by the number of times that Maurice has ejaculated in your mouth. I'm proud to say that Maurice has creamed my grateful tongue twice, but my record is unlikely to improve this year as I am concentrating on my swimming rather than on rowing. Needless to say, the rowers love Maurice, but they do not dare to love Aaron, to whom the only proper and acceptable attitude is humble religious worship. Only Alistair, sanctified in his title of "buddy", is allowed to love Aaron. The rest of us are not good enough, and we know it, although that does not stop some of the little boys in Preparatory from occasionally writing the blasphemy "I love Aaron" on their pencil cases. Maurice's face was lit by a smile of unalloyed joy when he saw that I was carrying little Matty on my arm. "Well hello, little Matty!" beamed Maurice sunnily. "Where have you been, little cowboy?" Matty gurgled in delight and leaned towards Maurice, stretching his little arms toward the naked athlete. My baby brother turned impatiently towards me, whining at me for not putting him in the strong arms of his big friend, and then turned round again to blow a kiss to the hung teenager. He did so with charmingly clumsy movements, first holding his open hand to his toddler mouth, and then showing the palm to Maurice with a squeal of pleasure. "May I?" asked Maurice politely. Carrying little Matt tenderly in his superbly muscled arms, Maurice walked to an easy chair nearby and sat down. The teenage athlete held the baby under the armpits for a second, allowing his chubby little legs to dangle and kick playfully in the air, and then, with a single firm movement, he drove his superbly thick eleven-incher deep into the bowels of my little brother. Consumed by nepi passion, Maurice closed his eyes and moaned as he gave his tiny toddler lover a frenzied French kiss. As he snogged the baby and ground his massive erection deep into the little body, the excited nepi's hands roamed over Matty's blond curls, soft back, and plump buttocks. Maurice grunted with excitement as he felt his fingers become drenched in my father's semen, which was sploshing out of baby Matt's tight arse through the force of the rower's powerful sodomy. "Oh Matty," sighed Maurice passionately as he smeared his own enormous balls with the creamy sperm splashing out of my baby brother's well-fucked bottom. Coming up for air, he turned towards me and in a dreamy voice he confessed, "I adore your little brother. He holds my heart in his little hand." It sounds romantic, but I know it won't last: in as little as four months' time Matty will be too old for Maurice. At length, the first transports of Maurice's teenage infatuation with the tiny child abated a little, and he started to do what Matty loved him for. In charming babytalk, Maurice took Matty to a world of fantasy play, while his astonishingly fat shaft rubbed past the tiny tyke's prostate and his swollen knob penetrated deeper and deeper into the pint-sized body, giving the infant the feeling of being full of "big boy". Maurice held little Matty's diminutive cocklet between his thumb and his index finger, nicely lubricated with my daddy's sperm. Although just one inch long, Matty's infant pricklet was hard as a nail, and Maurice wanked it expertly, intent on giving his lover a babygasm and on feeling the tot's anal ring spasm with pleasure around his throbbing nepi dong. "You're my own little cowboy, aren't you? You like riding my big horsey prick, don't you, baby buddy? Yes, you do, you do, you do. Giddy up! Giddy up! Oh God, you sweet baby fuck! Mmmmm." Maurice interrupted his chatter to French-kiss Matty again while he kept thrusting his pulsating cock into the babbling tot. "Who's a little astronaut? You are! Ungh. Oh yessssss. You are! You're a little astronaut! You're going to the Moon on my big meat rocket! Ungh. Ungh." Charmed as I was by this scene, I nevertheless had to attend to my own needs. "I need to cum," I told Patrick while I quickly got rid of my clothes. "Otherwise I'll cream myself as soon as I set eyes on Aaron." "Like Mr Rogers?" laughed Patrick, who had taken Maurice's place and was imitating his ruttish squatting technique as he powerfucked fourteen-month-old Linus. "Mm yeah. Any new babies?" I asked. "I'd like to fuck a very little one if possible." "Ungh. You can have my ticket, you horned perv," replied Patrick, pointing to a Moses basket lying on a desk. "He's just nine months old." My nepi prick became hard as granite when I heard the fucktoy's age. "Nine months?" I whistled. "Fucking dream! But will it take me long to open him up, do you think? I'm in a bit of a rush." "Work's already been done, mate. Mmm. His brother has been whoring him out to Year Eleven. He's had about a dozen loads in his sweet newborn arse this afternoon. I got him--Fucking take it, Linus!--Sorry, I got him on a discount at the end of the day." Trembling with greed, I looked into the Moses basket, where an amazingly cute infant was lying stark naked on his tummy. A heady smell of teen sperm and sweat, mixed with the delicate scent of baby shampoo, rose from his tiny body. The sparse white-blond hairs on his little head were matted with teen spunk. His tiny arse was spectacular: plump and round and juicy and rosy, though streaked with Vaseline, baby bum cream, sperm, and everything that the twelve fifteen-year-olds had used to lubricate his supertight rosebud. The mouth-watering fucktoy looked like Kevin Williams at nine months of age. "Top-quality goods!" I enthused. "Cheers, Patrick! I'll pork his newborn arse on the fuck table." The fuck table is a contraption devised by Aaron, with a padded surface to lay the tot on, and a handle to raise or lower him to crotch level. Relatively small, it allows as many as four erect fuckers to thrust their pricks at the baby from all directions. I grabbed the nine-month-old child and laid him on his tummy, letting his little legs dangle in the air over the edge of the table. Eager to experience the ruttish sensations that Maurice values so highly, I lowered the table a bit so that I would have to bend my knees slightly while sodomizing the infant: at the right height, I would get the porkish feeling of a squatting powerfuck without tiring my legs unduly. In order to increase the exposure of the plump baby arse, I tilted the surface of the table forward, so that the nursling's supertight hole was raised toward my throbbing meat. This perverse sexual position caused the baby's sphincter to relax slightly, and a big creamy blob of Year Eleven semen appeared between his well-fucked buttocks. I stood behind my newborn sextoy with my knees slightly bent. I had my legs spread wide in order to allow my heavy balls to swing freely in the air during the fuck. With my swollen glans pressed against the blob of semen held between the baby's buttocks, I paused for a second to wallow in the insane depravity of what I was about to do. The heat of the infant's incomparably soft skin fired my engorged knob with pleasure. The baby was incredibly tiny in comparison with my muscled thighs. He would be my youngest ever fuck, and my pedo arousal was so extreme that my mouth tasted of metal. "I'm gonna pork you so good," I whispered to my prey. Grabbing his little chubby thighs in my hands, I opened his baby legs wide like a pair of compasses. With a vigorous thrust, I stuffed my ten-inch erection up to my balls into the newborn's rump. Then I immediately closed the tot's legs back again to increase the friction on my sex muscle. I held my pulsating erection deep inside the baby and I started to mash my crotch against his plump rosy arse with obscene circular motions. The nursling let out a single squeal but, exhausted, resigned himself to being sodomized again. A dozen fifteen-year-olds had ejaculated inside the infant's gut earlier that afternoon, and their testosterone-laden spunk splashed out, drenching my crotch and my balls. The intense smell of sperm filled my nostrils, hitting some deep part of my brain. Rivulets of semen started to flow down my powerful thighs, and would continue to do so all through the fuck. The baby's anal ring held the base of my shaft in an unbelievably tight grip while his insides, sloshing with the ballcream of twelve juvenile nepis, fit snugly around my pulsating prick like a masturbating glove. Again, I paused for a second so that the memory of what I was doing would be tattooed on my pedo brain forever. The thumping in my chest was so violent that I feared a heart attack. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and regain control of the fuck. With full deliberation, I was going to take every ounce of pleasure that could be squeezed from the experience of sodomizing a nine-month-old baby. Enjoying my complete mastery over my infant fucktoy, I slowly withdrew my oversized erection from his body, allowing the tight grip of his sphincter to skin my sleek veiny shaft deliciously. When the raised ridge of my glans overcame the resistance of the baby's anal rosebud and popped out for a second, the pleasure was overwhelming. "Oh you sweet newborn whore," I sighed. Then, without a pause, I stuffed my meat back into the nursling and started to longdick him with wide swinging motions of my hips, porking his bum at a rate of one thrust per second. My dong was whipping the creamy loads of a dozen hung fifteen-year-olds. I felt as if my prick was churning nepi butter inside the tiny tot. The loud sound of my heavy testicles slapping against the child's chubby little calves filled my ears. The anthemic strains of the soundtrack to my father's video played again in my head. I could again hear the verbal babyfucker noisily celebrating his deep penetration of a boy whose age in months could be numbered with a single digit. "Ungh... Mmm... Newborn slut... Mmm... Oh... Oh... So fucking tight... Mmm..." Only this time the lucky bastard was me. My head was filled with a fog of baby-fucking triumph. The energetic fuck made me break into a sweat, and droplets of perspiration started to rain from my rippling muscles onto the baby's back. I raised my right arm and, burying my face in my armpit, I inhaled the musky hypermale odour of my sweat. Lifting my eyes from the baby, I looked in the mirror covering one side of the room. I gasped: ardent sexual desire for my own magnificent body welled up inside me. My glistening muscles looked stunning as they rippled with the athletic rhythm of baby-fucking. I looked like a god, one of the radiant nepi deities in Aaron's divine cortege, my own dazzling beauty enhanced by the overpoweringly erotic addition of a newborn child stuck on my enormous dick. "I'm a nepi pornstar!" I shouted in ecstasy, and the room echoed with the whoops and cheers of all the members of the Academy. Patrick and Maurice rushed to high-five me before returning to their babyfucking stations. The noise attracted Alistair's attention, who walked up to the fuck table, still holding little Tom's hand. "What's got into you today? Way to go, man!" "You mutht weally like that lickle baby," commented little Tom gravely. "You're thcwewing him tho good!" Although he thought of himself as straight, Alistair could not remain unmoved by the flagrant display of teen lust that filled the room, or by the raunchy obscenity with which we communicated our depraved pleasure. The surface of our cockmeat sparked and crackled with pleasure, as if with electricity, as we pistoned our pricks in the babies' insides, and the charge jolted from beautiful teen pedo to beautiful teen pedo until each of us felt that he was simultaneously sodomizing all the toddlers in the room. My swinging scrotum had become synchronized with Patrick's and Maurice's, so that all those sweaty testicles simultaneously slapping on infant flesh made a loud clapping sound that seemed to applaud our babyfucking prowess. Not surprisingly, then, Alistair got hard as granite. His prick seemed to have swollen beyond its usual twelve inches, and in its alarmingly engorged state it looked both superb and bestial, like the potent organ of a prize white bull. Even as he continued to hold Tom's little hand in his own, he could no longer endure the constriction of his shorts, so he stood naked from the waist down, his heavy slab of meat swinging in front of him as it jutted forward from his crotch like a battering ram. I sensed that Alistair's defences were down. I smirked at him, taking care to buttfuck the nine-month-old baby in front of me in the most lecherous way possible. "Get naked," I urged him. "I wanna see your body." Unable to say no when someone asks him for something that is in his power, Alistair complied, peeling off his shirt. Sweat glistened on his bulging pecs and streamed in rivulets down the furrows of his beautifully moulded eight-pack. "Put your arms behind your head," I instructed. This posture had the effect of making Alistair's biceps bulge, while his beautiful armpits, exposed to everyone's admiring gaze, filled the room with the heady scent of perspiration and testosterone. Patrick moaned helplessly as the smell of Alistair's sweat invaded his nostrils and, slamming his throbbing member into the little baby between his squatting thighs, he creamed himself with excitement. At the same time my little brother Matt was seized by his fifth overwhelming babygasm, and the violent contractions of his baby anus around Maurice's rutting prick pushed the beautiful rower over the edge, causing a noisy ejaculation. "Fuck, Matty. Riding my horsey prick gives you the good tickles, eh, little cowboy slut? Ungh. Oh God mmmmm. Ungh. Fuck!! I'm a fucking nepi stud! I make little babies CUM!!!" As Patrick's and Maurice's orgasmic grunts diverted Alistair's attention, I leaned forward and licked the richly masculine sweat streaming between Alistair's pecs while I pistoned my slick prick into my nine-month-old fucktoy at an accelerated rate. Before the stud could react, I gave his hugely engorged meat a couple of firm strokes, which caused him to spurt jets of gooey precum on little Tom's toddler face. As if taking his cue from me, the innocent three-year-old grabbed Alistair's swollen cock and, standing on his tippy toes, prepared to nurse on his babysitter's enormous babybottle. The events of the evening had obviously revealed new possibilities to the toddler, who was now eager to fellate his big teenage friend with the same adoring devotion with which he fellated his horny daddy every morning and evening, unless the incestuous pedophile chose to bust his nut deep in his son's tiny arse instead. The aroused little child looked forward to a messy ejaculation that would not only fill his mouth and tummy, but would also soak his face and hair in a big boy's salty milk. The baby was desperate to suck the big boy essence from the enormous testicles that hung low in front of his face. However, the toddler was gently pushed away before his rosy lips could make contact with Alistair's dripping glans. "You don't have to, baby buddy," Alistair said full of affectionate concern. "You can save that for your dad." "Pleathe, Alithtair. I want to." "No, baby buddy. It's OK." The little child's face crumpled in heartbreak, his huge beautiful eyes welling up with tears. "Oh I thought you'd be my big bwother. I haven't got one. I thought you liked me. I thought I wath your bethtetht baby buddy." The toddler spoke with immense effort as his tiny three-year-old frame was raked with big sobs. The scene was so upsetting that I stopped sodomizing my newborn fucktoy for a second. "For God's sake, Alistair! This is cruel and inhuman. Take pity on the poor baby!" Alistair looked confused and guilty. He gave me a look of supplication, but finally surrendered. Spreading his legs wide so that his crotch would be lower and easier to reach, Alistair thrust his pulsating prick forward towards the toddler's tear-stained face. "Oh OK, baby buddy. I do love you, and you're my bestest buddy." Alistair paused, remembering the most important day of his life. Using Aaron's hallowed words, he whispered huskily to the small child who was begging to be allowed to fellate him. "Suck me, buddy. Suck my cock. Look into my eyes, buddy. Do me the way you do your daddy." Happiness returned to the small child as he opened his tiny jaws wide, straining to accommodate Alistair's excessively large glans in his warm, soft, moist mouth. Determined to show that he was a brave little boy and that he deserved the exalted status of "bethtetht buddy", Tom worked hard to admit more and more of Alistair's massive shaft in his tight throat. His little hands rose to play with the stud's heavy testicles, large as oranges, which hung like cherished toys in their snug bag. Above all, the tot's beautiful eyes remained constantly fixed on his big buddy's handsome face. Puppy love and hero worship flowed into the athlete through his eyes and through his prick, which was now quivering with the exquisite pleasure of giving nurse to a cute tot. There is no greater joy than rewarding a baby with the opportunity to express his unconditional love for you by sucking your sex muscle until it ejaculates nourishing daddymilk in his little mouth. Alistair learned this simple lesson that day. As his breast was filled with tender emotion, and as his magnificent dick sparked and crackled with pedo relish, he felt the need to open his heart. His eyes never strayed from the adoring eyes of the tiny tot who was pouring his little life into sucking the athlete's cockmeat as sexily as he could. Alistair could see that the baby was recalling all the lessons in cocksucking that he had learnt in his short life, since the day when his horny young dad, trembling with eagerness to commit nepi incest in the maternity ward, first took his newborn son from his wife's lactating tits and held the suckling mouth to his erect fatherly member. But while Alistair's eyes held steady, his speech wandered incoherently, sometimes addressed to Tom, sometimes to me. "Mmmmm. This is heaven! This is heaven and you're an angel, baby buddy. Oh fuck yes, deeper, Tom. Make love to my big boy meat. Ungh. Keep sucking, buddy. That's it! I'm your daddy now. Mmpfuck. I don't know what it is, Brad, but just lately I always seem to end up sexing babies when I'm with Aaron. And the thing is--ungh--I'm enjoying it--unnngh--I'm enjoying it sooooo much. Make it wet, buddy. Fuck yes, like that! But it's weird because--mmmpff--it's not really meant to be like that, is it? Like this amazing child--unnngh--he's got no business sucking big cocks so well at three years of age. Mmm, I'm so much bigger than your daddy, eh baby? But--fuck--I'm getting this nepi hunger down there, this need for babies that...--let me hold your little head a bit and pump it in, yessss, like that. This need for babies that builds in my cockshaft between my arsehole and my--oh sweet Jesus--my balls. Play with them, Tom! And--yes, yes I'm gonna cream your toddler mouth--and I think I know what it is. Oh I'm so close! It's the love, you know. Oh God. It's like Aaron. What I give Aaron, the love, the babies give it to me. Total. Love. Mmm, suck my babybottle! The love. Nurse on my daddymilk, baby! The love. Total. Aaron! Aaron!" Nothing could have prepared little Tom for the tsunami of sperm that spread through him. Alistair forgot himself and held the baby's little head pressed against his crotch all through his long ejaculation. As the twelve-inch prick spunked in the child's throat like a hosepipe out of control, semen welled up in his tummy and in his mouth, and started to splash out of the corners of his mouth and out of his little nostrils. The tot had not yet recovered when he found Alistair's flushed face in front of his, licking his cheeks and his eyes. Alistair thrust his big tongue greedily into the child's mouth, thirsty for sperm. "Daddymilk. It's so good. Big boys need it too." Life does not get better than this. The sexual drama between this godlike young man and his toddler lover had been a spectacle to beat all others. And I had had the privilege of witnessing it while my juicy dong pounded the pretty arse of tiny infant. Now, with my pulsating meat held tightly inside newborn flesh, I felt that I could at last let myself go, let the sperm flow, cream myself inside a nine-month-old baby. I had no needs left. Maurice and Patrick whooped and bellowed in stunned admiration. They held my arm and Alistair's up in the air as if we were victorious boxers. Alistair looked confused and overwhelmed, but this face radiated pure joy. "And tonight's Pornstar Academy Award goes tooooo... Alistair and Brad!" When Maurice made this announcement, the room was again filled with whoops, cheers, wolf-whistles, and high-fiving. I had to raise my voice above the din to get everyone's attention. "Alistair, guys, listen! What we've all experienced here tonight is the joy of communal pedophilia: the thrill of getting together with a bunch of hot guys to watch each other fucking small children. We've all been there, haven't we? You've got a tiny tot on your big dick, the babyflesh rubbing on your meat feels sooooo good, and there's a fullness under your balls telling you that you're about to nut in the child. So you look to your side and you see this fucking hot guy. He's got sweat streaming down his sculpted abs and his muscled back because he's going to town on an even younger baby than yours. He looks fucking hot pounding the baby like that--so hot that he clocks you eyefucking his tight buns. So he gives you this cheeky grin, like, 'You fancy me, dontcha?' And you just fall for him. And he knows it. So for a couple of minutes the two of you just carry on eyefucking each other while you pork the babies. And then he leans over and kisses you full on the lips, and you both lose it and cream the tots' arses." Patrick whooped. "You've got it, mate!" "Because, let's face it," I continued, "we work hard on our bodies: we go to the gym, we play games, we swim, we row. That's why we look like fucking gods. And that's what we're here on earth for." Alistair looked puzzled. "Brad, I don't understand. What do you mean?" "Look," I explained. "Think of this poor guy. He was in the office by 8am and he didn't leave till after 6. And even then he's had to bring his work home or his boss will have his arse. By 11pm his wife has given up on him and has gone to bed, all grumpy and bitter and shit. It's now past midnight and he's just finished the fucking report. At last he's able to click 'send', but he's feeling fucking frustrated with his shit life. So he does what every guy has to do in his situation. He makes sure that the wife is in bed, and then he goes back to his computer and he unzips. And there I am, on the screen. Naked and chilled as shit, with my fucking huge dong pounding the sweet little arse of a cute little boy--like little Tom here." At that point I tousled the tot's hair. The beaming three-year-old swelled with pride. "And I look fucking amazing. Fuc-king a-maaaazing. And the poor guy just feels sweet relief flowing into him as he strokes his meat watching me. So I'm just moaning with the thrill of fucking such a small child. And I'm looking into the camera too, so that the viewers can see what it's like to be a god fucking a baby with your big dick. And the guy sees that I'm like the college guys that he eyefucks on the train on his way to work--only better, like they're black-and-white and I'm Technicolour. And little Tom here is so tight on my cock that I lose it and start to nut in his baby arse. And as I nut I look into the camera and wink at the poor guy, and little Tom here flashes him a smile and gives him a wave of his little hand." "Oh yeth!" interrupted the child. "I alwayth thmile to nithe men like a good boy!" We all chuckled, but Alistair embraced the tot, sitting him on his lap and hugging him affectionately. He carried on hugging little Tom for the rest of the night. "So: the poor guy's eyes are bulging out of his sockets and he almost creams himself. But he thinks about it and about his shit life. 'Fuck it!', he tells himself, 'I've had enough.' And at last he goes upstairs meaning to do what he's been thinking about for a long time. He tiptoes into the nursery room and closes the door carefully behind him. He goes to the cot and lowers the barrier on one side. His hands are shaking, but he makes no noise. Lying there is his precious baby boy, the baby who unlike his wife never growls or complains at him. So he just whispers to him, 'Shhhh, it's only daddy', and he starts undoing the buttons of the babygrow. And he takes off the baby's nappy, and his heart is pounding in his mouth because the tiny child is sooooo sexy. And the poor guy thinks of me, and of my beautiful prick, and of how amazing I would look fucking his six-month-old son, and how I would do it like it's the most natural thing in the world--which is what it is: the most natural thing in the world. So he tells himself to go for it, and he dips his fingers deep in a jar of bum cream and smears his throbbing daddydick with it, to make it nice and slippy for his precious baby. And at last he lines up his dong with the baby's arse and he pushes and it's amazing and his head explodes because it's so good. And the poor guy can only do five or six thrusts because it's the best feeling he's ever had in his whole sorry life and soon he's coming buckets in the baby. And when he's done he's crying and sobbing not because he's sorry but because he's so happy and he feels so fucking great. And the next morning he's like a new man, and his wife falls in love with him again because he's standing tall and he won't take any more shit from his boss." Everyone was looking at me with wide eyes. The room was completely silent. "You see, guys? I've fucking saved this dude's life!! What he had before wasn't a life. Which is why being a pedo pornstar matters. Our careers matter, guys. We can change the world!" "Wow!" exclaimed Maurice. "That's deep, man. Shit, I think something important has happened here tonight." "Yes," confirmed Alistair, who looked deep in thought while he hugged little Tom. "And Aaron hasn't even arrived yet." *** *** *** A couple of days later I overheard a momentous conversation between Alistair and Aaron. Glowing from a hot shower, the two boys were sitting naked on a bench in the changing room. Alistair had his powerful arm wrapped protectively around Aaron's shoulders and was tenderly nuzzling the young god's ear and cheek. Aaron had melted dreamily into his buddy's embrace. He let his hand play absent-mindedly with Alistair's big dick and huge balls, and from time to time he raised his face to give Alistair's strong neck a loving lick. After exchanging silent caresses for many minutes, Alistair held Aaron's chin in his free hand and kissed his buddy's mouth with exquisite sweetness. "Aaron," he whispered, "I want a little baby boy to fuck." Aaron opened his eyes wide but remained serious: "You mean you've become normal? You're giving up those yucky adult women?" "No. I mean, yes. But I want him to be OUR little baby." "Alistair, you know I've always loved DP-ing tiny boys with you. Whatever you want, buddy!" "You don't understand. I want us to live together making love and fucking our little baby. I want you and the baby to be mine in the way I'm yours. Forever." Sensing an impending revelation, Aaron held his breath. "Aaron, will you marry me? And will you adopt a little baby boy with me?" Through tears of joy, Aaron's eyes sparkled beautifully, illuminating Alistair's adoring face with their radiance. "Oh buddy, yes. Yes. Yes." ************************** This story is pure fantasy. It is intended solely to assist masturbation or fantasy sex between consenting adults. I love feedback. Write to me, guys! <[email protected]> **************************

"A Little Fall of Rain" by Eagle1 (MF rom) I lived in San Francisco for few years, back when I was still relatively fresh out of law school and working for one of the citys premier law firms. On the particular day in question we had wrapped up some complex negotiations for one of the firms larger Silicon Valley clients. Everything had gone smoothly for a change. And I was unexpectedly left with a whole afternoon of unscheduled time. I decided, rather than spending it in the office billing someone as I ought to have done, to go out and enjoy the beautiful fall day. It was a rash decision for me, as I was of the more ambitious sort. But being one of the hardest working young associates in the firm and having plenty of billable hours for the month already, why shouldnt I treat myself to jaunt around town? So there I was, walking along Market Street from Powell near where the cable cars turned around to the busy hustle and bustle of the Embarcadero. On a whim, I decided to go into a little bookstore that I saw off one of the side streets. It was one of those stuffy kinds of places, where the books were all older than me, and covered with an inch of dust. I was browsing through the literature section looking at a copy of Lady Chatterleys Lover, and thinking he was probably a lucky man. But then again, I could be wrong, because I probably was never going to read it anyways. Give me the Cliff Notes please. It was at that moment I happened to look up and see a pair of the most beautiful green eyes Id ever seen looking back at mine. They belonged to a woman who was sitting in a chair across the way from me. When I caught her eye she immediately glanced back down at her book. Aside from the fact that she was a woman and I was a man, and that every first glance I take of a member of the opposite sex is to gauge my level of interest in having sex with her, I thought nothing much of our encounter at first. Harmless flirtation. Nothing more. I looked over at her again, and again she averted her eyes. My evaluation was that she was certainly a knockout. More than worth my trouble. Her long legs were exposed since the skirt of her suit had ridden up slightly. I could see up the length of her smooth thighs. She had unbuttoned her blouse ever so, revealing the top bit of her creamy round breasts. Just enough of a hint to make you really interested. This was topped off with a full head of auburn hair wrapped up in a twist just the way I like. Her shade of lipstick maybe a shade too red to be polite. It was a pretty attractive package altogether, I thought. Still, I didnt feel like hanging around a bookstore all day, when I could find other diversions elsewhere. And this knockout was maybe a little too shy for me. Now I have had my share of sexual adventures, but I find now that as an attorney I dont have as much time for picking up women as I did when I was in college or the Marines. The kinds of women you meet in my line of work tend to be looking for husbands, not casual sex. Of course Ive had a couple of steady girls and the occasional one-night stands as often as I can get them, but most of those girls arent as adventurous as the girls Id known when I was younger, mores the pity. After a moments reflection I thought Id hit the streets instead of trying to make something happen here. I could always head out to the bars and try and score a little action later. Having made up my mind to go wander on my way to somewhere else, I flashed this girl my patented winning smile and headed out the door. I didnt make it far before I stopped into a caf and to have a latte while I read over the Wall Street Journal. Relaxing, I was just getting into an article when someone bumped into me from behind. Excuse me, said a softly feminine voice, Im so clumsy. I looked up and saw that it was the girl from the bookstore. Oh, I said graciously, Im sure it was all my fault. Im always getting in the way. She gave me another shy smile, which encouraged me to continue. Are you alone? Why dont you sit down and join me? I asked, motioning to the empty seat. I think this girl had decided to take a chance on me. Therefore it was imperative to chat her up as much as I could. She was actually pretty friendly. It turned out that Rochelle, or Chelle as her friends called her, was here for some sort of business convention and had decided to skip the afternoon session. She was from New York and had never been in San Francisco before. How fortuitous, I told her, playing with words too big for me, Im playing hooky too. Well its a good thing we found one another then, huh? she smiled. We chatted about all sorts of things, from the Giants and the Yankees to the recent trends in the stock market. While I was entertained, I wasnt sure this was going to actually get past a casual if engaging conversation. Throughout the conversation I had been looking at her breasts and trying to make my glances seem more casual than they actually were. I was hoping it would turn her on more that turn her off. But, man, do I love it when a woman pleasantly surprises me. I had just passed some witty comment about California cuisine when she said causally out of no where, Speaking of waiters, it seems like all the guys in San Francisco are gay. I sat bolt upright. What did I just hear? She was looking past me at some of the people walking by. I wouldnt say all the men in San Francisco are gay, I stated, probably a little more emphatically than I needed to. Really? she sighed, I mean you hear stories about what a queer town this is, but wow. You know its just that Ive been here for two whole days and there hasnt been a single eligible man whos tried to go to bed with me. Well, I stammered in spite of myself, Im an eligible man, and Im here. She didnt give me a chance to say anything else; she just reached over and actually grabbed my cock through my pants. Just grabbed it. So much for being shy! I couldnt help getting hard. My, she said thoughtfully, You certainly are eligible! Um, I said before taking a sip of my latte for strength. I could help you out with youruhproblem. She seemed to be mulling the idea over, How do I know youre not gay? I mean you are good-looking and intelligent. Most of the men I know who are able to hold a half way decent conversation with your attributes are as queer as three dollar bills. Now, to give her credit, in San Francisco this probably is a valid question. I for one have several gay friends and I dont feel the least threatened in my sexuality. Well, I said reasonably, You could take me out for a test drive and see if I can manage to your expectations. It might worth a try, she was leaning in to me and by this point running her fingers over my chest. I thought it an opportune moment to move in for a kiss. Ive found a kiss can tell a woman everything she needs to know about a man. Her lips were so soft that my mouth lingered there for a while, reluctant to let go. My place or yours? she murmured. Which is closer? I asked, with a sense of urgency. Im just staying at a hotel by the Embarcadero, she said, Im probably closer. I kissed her again and it took me a couple minutes before I reluctantly broke away from her tongue. What are we waiting for? I asked. We quickly got up with a sudden necessity to be on our way. One thing that we hadnt noticed was how dark the sky had gotten. You see the problem with San Francisco in April is that, while its usually warm, it is often subject to unexpected showers. The overcast skies started to sprinkle. And neither of us had an umbrella. We took off down Market Street for the hotel at the best clip we could make, but we werent fast enough, and the faster we walked the heavier the rain came down. By the time we had made it to the safety of the hotel lobby I was thoroughly soaked in spite of my suit jacket. Her blouse had become pasted to her breasts finally allowing me a tantalizing view of her luscious cleavage. We made it into the elevator and pressed the button for her floor. But she couldnt help herself any longer. Chelle turned around to face me and melted into my arms, kissing me like it was going out of style. I just wanted to get my hands all over her, my manhood growing larger with each erotic impulse. I reached down to firmly take hold of her ass as she grabbed on to my neck to pull my mouth closer to hers, I hoisted her up as she wrapped her legs around my thighs. I moved my hands to every spot I could reach, nuzzling on her ears and taking in a deep breath of her beautiful hair. Her perfume was driving me crazy. It didnt taken her long to get her hair undone and it didnt take us long to get to her floor. As soon as the elevator doors parted she was off me and down the corridor to her room like a shot, with me in hot pursuit. Its probably a good thing the other guests didnt see us because I dont know what they would have thought. I caught up with her at the door to her room and we worked our way, entangled together, to her bed, barely remembering to shut the door behind us. She slipped back onto the bed taking off her jacket as I took off my suit jacket. She started to work her blouse buttons off in time with me, as I undid the buttons of my shirt. The need we had was incredibly erotic. In a few seconds I was standing in my undershirt and she was in her lacy black bra. I made a big show of taking off my soaking undershirt like I was in a strip show, trying to be as masculine as possible as I pulled it over my head, leaving myself bare chested. She stood up and took off her bra allowing her round firm tits to bounce out in front of her. I reached over to move my hands over them twirling my thumbs over her smooth pink nipples. She moaned and moved closer to me moving her hands over the muscles of my arms, chest and stomach before ending up at my belt. I moan as she squeezed my painful erection through my pants. And I reached my own hand down between her legs to give her vagina a suggestive squeeze through her panties. Oh, yes, she sighed, Take your pants off and let me see. She worked the leather belt till it was undone and unbuttoned my pants. Now the erection I had from the elevator had never abated and it was noticeably straining from behind my boxers as she let my pants slip down to my ankles. She directed me gently to sit on the edge of the bed and she moved down on her knees. She pulled down my boxers letting my full almost ten inch rod spring out to stand at attention. She took it in her hands and used her thumb to massage the underside of my mushroom head, which was now oozing glistening pre-cum. She played with me for a moment as I held my breath. Her tits hung from underneath her as her mouth went down on my cock working it in and out slowly. I leaned back moaning in ecstasy. Her tender ministrations werent being wasted. When I thought I couldnt possibly stand anymore I made her get on the bed. I slipped off her panties and went to work on her neatly trimmed pussy. My tongue touched every area of her nether regions, bringing her to the loudest climax Ive ever heard. I worked on her slit for time out of mind with an obedient tongue and eager fingers until I was rewarded to a flood of her tasty juices. The walls of her pussy were soon gripping my fingers tightly. Her pussy seemed like such a petite thing and I wondered if she would be able to take something as big as me inside her. I need you to fuck me, she moaned insistently. I moved up over her demanding body, my hard cock against her horny cunt. I slid my shaft around over her slit feeling the warm juices from her slit coating the underside of my dick as it passed. I love the softness of a woman. I think its the biggest turn on. The hardness of my body felt completely at home against her soft delicate breasts and moist hole. I moved the tip of my dick to her hold and met with little resistance as I pressed inside her. Chelle was unbelievably wet. Oh, damn, she sighed, That feels so good. I grunted my agreement and moved my cock out and in slowly adjusting my thrusts so as not to cause her any pain. My dick is pretty thick and wide, but I have never met a pussy I couldnt penetrate eventually. They are after all designed to squeeze out babies. My masculine needs were becoming more and more urgent and I was fast loosing my sense of interest in her comfort. I was in to about five inches, then seven. I gave a final mighty shove and felt my balls bash against her ass giving me the most pleasurable sensations as they did so. I had lost myself inside her. The walls of her cunt were undulating as they gripped me tightly and I only managed about fifteen minutes of thrusting before the pressure of my balls overpowered me. It had been a few weeks since Id been with a woman due to all those late nights spent at the firm. Jerking off never satisfied me like pussy. I just couldnt stop myself from cumming inside her, spilling my seed into her depths. I held myself within her as my dick began to slowly loose some of its hardness. Ten years ago I wouldve been able to maintain a perpetual erection for hours with hardly the need to think about it, but now I needed a minute to recover my stamina. But thankfully Chelle clearly wasnt through with me. She rolled me over, remaining on top of me, as my cock finally fell out of her pussy as it reached a limp five inches. I felt it hanging down next to my balls. Interesting tattoo, she said, referring to the eagle tattoo I wore on my shoulder. I got it when I was in the Marines, I said, We had just finished basic training and all the guys in my unit went to get one at the same time. Why the eagle? she asked. Cause it was my nickname in college, I said, My frat brothers always said I had an eagle eye. Or maybe because I listened to the Eagles too much. Who knows? My grin was infectious. Cute, she said, smiling back at me, Its sexy. So are you, I said in a more serious tone. The night was just getting started. She leaned in and kissed me firmly on the mouth. My dick stirred and rose to attention against her sexy ass. I moved my finger slowly down her spine until I reached her cheeks, where it remained for a moment massaging her soft flesh, before I slipped it into her snug cunt where I looked for the magic button that would send her into overdrive. Whatever it was her pussy was wet from our recent session of fucking. I moved all three of my fingers: index, middle, and ring insider her, stretching her out, while my thumb massaged her clit. After ten minutes of this, she had gone up and down a roller coaster of orgasms several times. I had her sticky cum on my fingers to prove it. Ready for round two? I inquired with a malicious grin. She pushed me back hard on the bed and sat up to straddle my thighs, while my rock-hard dick pressed insistently against her ass. She lifted herself up so that she could take my straining cock and positioned it for easy entry under her hole. Then all at one she let herself slide right down on it, stretching out that gorgeous snatch in one big gulp. I never felt as massive as I did right then, like I was going to break her apart. She started to wildly gyrate her hips on me, moving up and down, riding my prize stallion, and trying to break me. Up and down, up and down, her tits jiggled divinely before my eyes, as I fixated on her round nipples staring me back in the face. She ran her hands through her hair and I reached up to play with those perfect orbs. I couldnt get over how good the feeling of her pussy was on my dick. Not only was she tight, but she knew how to work the muscles of her cunt to grip me in every way. Suddenly she let out a rebel yell, and got up off me, leaving my dick out in the cold. I want you to fuck me in the ass, she cried out. She knelt down on the bed and I climbed up behind her to examine that ass. I placed my dick at her rosy shit hole and pressed in firmly. I was not really surprised, but satisfied nonetheless to find that her asshole was even tighter than her perfect pussy was. Fuck my ass! she cried insistently as I entered her. I respond by pushing firmly inside, slowly inch by inch, until I was balls deep to the hilt. She let out a cry of pain, but whenever I tried to slow down my monster to allow her time to adjust, she called out for more. This was obviously not the first time she had had this done to her, although it may have been the first time she had done it with anything as large. I looked down, watching my cock slid into her tanned ass over and over. Smiling, I gripped her hips a little tighter and thrust hard. She groaned as her asshole was stretched farther. I worked relentlessly. So big she breathed. I felt her at the very edge. I loved looking down at her beautiful ass and seeing it pressed tightly against me. I loved feeling every inch of my cock being held in a death grip by her snug little hole. I pulled back, nearly half way out of her. Ohhhhhhhh! was all Chelle let escape her lips as an orgasm exploded inside her. Her entire body tensed up and she had tears in her eyes. Her ass and pussy were pulsating and her heart was pounding. I slid back into her. She was helpless as I began to fuck her up her ass, slapping against it. I began to move a little faster as she got used to my size somewhat. She had trouble holding herself up on her arms as she took it in her shit hole even harder. My dick slap, slap, slapped hard against her ass, picking up the pace even more. Her ass cheeks shook each time I struck them. Holy shit, she cried, then, Oh, holy fuck. No more. I eased out of her ass, watching my dick slip out of her hole. She was as helpless as a doll as I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. She lay before me submissively, chest heaving. Her legs were wide open and her legs were spread apart. I grabbed her right ankle with my left hand and with my cock in my right. I placed myself at the shuddering lips of her hungry pussy. I pushed forward and easily slipped inside her warmth. Chelle moaned, arching her head back, as I entered her. I watched her pink pussy lips suck in more and more of my manhood until I was pressed against her neatly trimmed bush. I grabbed her other ankle with my other hand and now held both of her feet high in the air as I held myself inside her for a moment. Her green eyes were looking up at me lustfully. I pulled back, my hard cock gliding easily out of her tight, slick cunt. I slammed back into her, taking satisfaction in seeing her eyes close and hearing her moan. Then I began to fuck her, sliding my tool in and out of Chelle as I held her feet high in the air on either side of my face. Without breaking my stride, I kissed all over the bottom of her foot. I held her ankles tightly as I kissed her other one, thrusting my powerful rod into her needy hole. I brought her toes to my mouth, sucking the biggest three into my mouth as I looked down at her pussy. I watched her mound make my dick disappear over and over as I sucked on her foot. All she could do was watch, and moan, as I did whatever I wanted to her sexy body. With her legs up that high, my normally huge dick seemed even bigger as it banged the bottom of her pussy. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! she cried rhythmically, trying to keep the volume without much success. My thick pole pistoned in and out of her hungry pussy, bouncing her ass off the bed and creating still move velocity. I pulled her toes out of my mouth and brought her other foot over. I kissed that one all over, not slowing my pace. I sucked her big toe into my mouth, watching me cock pull out and push in the pink of her pussy lips. Oh my God! she gasped, feeling another incredible orgasm rise up inside her. I pulled her toe out of my mouth and pushed her feet even higher up so her knees were on either side of her head. I began to fuck her as hard as I could, like a jack hammer, my rock hard cock pounded in and out of her helpless cunt. Ohhhhh! she grunted, wincing as an orgasm washed over her. I saw the flood of white cum pour out around my thrusting dick. We had been fucking for almost an hour at this point and even though I had just came a while ago; I didnt think I could keep it back any longer. Nothing could nullify the amazing sight before me. I groaned, pumping in and out of her pulsating cunt. I jammed my long dick all the way inside Chelles vagina and held it there. Im cumming, I growled, grunting as my dick swelled even bigger in that small space, letting loose inside her. Moaning my cock jerked inside her, a long stream of hot cum fired into her defenseless womb. Then another thick wad of semen shot violently out the end of my dick and off the back of her convulsing pussy. Chelle couldnt move as I came, her feet were in the air above her head as a nine and a half inched shot a river of hot cum into her pussy. I trembled on top of her, releasing her ankles, and she was able to bring her legs down on either side of me as the last of my sperm trickled into her pussy. I collapsed onto her, kissing her cheeks breathlessly as she ran her hands up and down my back. She rubbed her crotch up against me, trying to milk every last drop of my cum as she turned to kiss me. Our lips smacked repeatedly as I softened inside her. She broke the kiss, squeezing me tight with all of her limbs. I was hardly softening, but this girl had me feeling stirred up just looking at her. Feel like another fuck? I asked giving her a lewd grin. She smiled up at me. I know you want it, I said, pulling out of her. My hand moved in to explore her nether regions for the third time. Her legs were spread wide and I had access to everything. She moved her leg to massage my thigh, clearly indicating her desire for more. I wasted no time in getting hard again with a few quick strokes of my hand. Then I slid my rod in between her pussy lips, pressing in that super tight twat, pushing my previous deposit of sperm around against my shaft as it oozed out, and coated my dick. I fucked her hard then. Harder than before. I fucked her like a porn star would fuck her. She tightened her pussy around my thick cock, my hard shaft twitching and snaking in and out of that soaking pussy. Oh yeah, she cried, Fuck harder, ram me, pound me! You like this hard dick dont you? I growled. Convulsions shook her pussy, milking my dick, as my loins surged. My cock moved lightning fast, like a piston inside her. I couldnt withstand the onslaught from my balls and after about five minutes I emptied yet a third round deep inside her hole. I fell down on the bed next to her in ecstasy from the most engaging sexual experiences Id had in months. I pulled her into my arms and we lay together, caressing and panting from our exertions, my dick absolutely limp with exhaustion. We cuddled. There is no other way to describe it. I just didnt want to let her go, but after a while we decided we had better get something to eat if we were going to keep up our strength. Chelle went into the bathroom to change and I put my suit back on. It was a little wrinkled, but it had dried out enough to make it semi-decent looking. When Chelle came out of the bathroom she had on a sexy black number, which clung smoothly to her curves, accentuating everything. I didnt know if I could make it to dinner, but I managed somehow. We went to the restaurant located on the top floor of the hotel that had such great views of the bay. I was giving my order to the waiter when I felt her toes rubbing against my crotch. After a couple botched attempts I stumbled through our order. The waiter patiently put up with us and went off to put our order in with the kitchens. If you keep that up, I said to her reaching down with my hand to massage her foot, Im not going to be able to wait until were done with dinner to get at you again! Good, she whispered leaning over the table, Because I want you right now. I didnt need any more of an excuse, my cock suddenly stiffening. Something quick, I said urgently. I got up and took her by the hand leading her into the mens restroom, checking first to see if it was occupied. We were having dinner a little on the early side, and the crowd was light. Coast clear. I headed for the handicapped stall at the end. Once inside I got my pants and boxers down around my ankles. I slipped her dress up and found to my delight that she hadnt bothered to put on a fresh pair of panties. What for? she asked when I mentioned the fact, I wasnt planning on wearing them that long anyways. I picked her up by the ass and leaned her against the wall of the stall, positioned her for my thick cock to have access. I plunged inside in my haste. What was left of my earlier three rounds of cum and hers was still leaking out from her cunt and running down my balls and thighs. And my balls clenched tightly, while she made throaty noises in time to my grunting with each meaty thrust up into her womb. The bathroom door opened and I could hear the voices of several young men enter the bathroom as they moved to the urinals. Chelle and I were making no effort to disguise the noises of our sex. Fuck you could smell it! As I thrust I could her them as they started to urinate, then one of the men realized what was going on behind them. They laughed and continued about their business, but they egged me on too. Give her some for me buddy, yelled one, raucously laughing. Fuck yeah, man! said another. But they didnt stick around, and I didnt want them to. I wanted Chelle all to myself. I felt that I couldnt hold out much longer. Her pussy was so good. For the fourth time I felt myself cum, shooting deep within her. When we left the bathroom, we couldnt help but notice the guys who were by this time boozing it up at the bar. They all leered at us as we passed and I felt irrationally proud to be with such an amazing woman. We finished our dinner at a leisurely pace, enjoying each others company. Back in the room, we took a shower together, unable to keep our hands to ourselves. She put her arms around my neck and stood on her toes, lips finding mine. My hands slid down her back to her soft ass, holding her ass cheeks as she kissed my mouth over and over. She sent her tongue eagerly into my mouth as I pulled her body against mine. Her tongue explored my mouth. She pulled back from me a little, bringing her hands down between our bodies and grabbing my long dick. I became fully hard in her hand instantly. She broke the kiss, smiling as she stroked me. I watched her as she slowly sank to her knees. She bent underneath me, her tongue snaking out and lapping underneath my ball sack. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth as her hand continued to stroke my cock. Then she released me in order to suck the other testicle into her mouth. Finally, after a few delicious minutes, she let that one fall out of her mouth as well. But I watched her pink tongue slowly lick at the base of my dick. It slowly trailed up my fuck pole until it reached the mushroom head of my dick. Her tongue trailed around my helmet sexily as her hand continued to jerk me off. Chelle opened her mouth and slowly slipped my dick inside. I groaned, feeling her warm mouth slowly sink down my cock. Then she took it in until I could myself touch the back of her throat. She began to slowly slide her lips up and down my dick as her hand expertly stroked me. Her lips glided eagerly up and down my shaft as her hand began to fondle my balls. The water poured over my back and shoulders as I watched my dick disappear and reappear into this womans pretty face over and over. Holy fuck indeed. I gently lifted her chin up, and my cock popped out of her mouth. She smiled up at me as she got to her feet. My lips crushed hers, and I forced her to the back of the shower tub, pressing my body against her. My hands were caressing her breasts as I began to kiss under her chin and down her neck. Both of us were breathing heavily as I kissed down her chest. Then I spun her around. I was so horny as I stood up behind her while she quivered and moaned in anticipation, trying to gain control of herself. Then I clubbed her ass with my thick cock slapping it a few times. Put it inside me! she gasped. I ran my thick cock down the crack of her ass as she bent over for me. Then I ran my head down her slit until it reached the entrance to her treasure. When I pushed forward, I could feel her tight, hot pussy stretch wide and open up for me. The shower beat down on my back as I pulled my dick out of her. I could see the pink lips of her pussy pull outwards along with my thick dick as I withdrew it. I put it back in position and pushed hard. She cried with pleasure as I forced more than half of my huge dick into her. I grabbed the soft sides of her ass and began to fuck her wet pussy using only half of my dick. Chelle purred, as I felt my cock nicely gliding in and out of her twat like that. Then I jammed my entire dick into her, pressing my loins hard against her ass. Oh yes she sighed. I loved how her hot pussy gripped my manhood, and I began to fuck her from behind. I slapped against her ass over and over, causing her cheeks to shake with every impact. She groaned as I slammed into her wet ass. I could feel yet another orgasm rising within her. Her tits were swinging back and forth to the same rhythm as my stiff dick. Chelle let out a long groan, and I felt her hurtle towards the edge. She gasped loudly as her orgasm washed over her. She was so incredible! All the while my long cock was still sliding in and out of her, my groin bouncing off her ass. Oh, fuck, she was just too hot, and seeing her all wet like this, seeing her beautiful ass made me want her even more. Do you want to go to the bedroom? I asked her softly. Chelle smiled, nodding. I pulled out of her and we kissed again, lips smacking, before we broke apart. My hard cock poked out in front of me as we toweled off lightly. Then she led me to the bed in the other room. Once there, I spun her around and pulled her close, kissing her soundly. My hands, again, latched onto her ass as my tongue explored her mouth. I was fully aroused. Just being around this woman had my skin tingling! Chelle was looking at me with those beautiful green eyes as I backed her up onto the bed. I lay between her legs, grinding my hard dick against her as we kissed passionately. I began to kiss down her neck and chest to her cleavage. My lips made their way down the slope of her breasts. Her nipple was rock hard, and I engulfed it with my mouth. She sighed as I sucked on her tit. Her hands ran through my short hair as my tongue manipulated her nipple. I kissed all around her nipple and she breathed heavily, watching to see what I would do next. I kissed her on the mouth as I took a breast in each of my large hands, squeezing them gently. My mouth trailed back down the slopes of her breasts and I sucked her other nipple inside, running my tongue lightly over it as I held it between my lips. She was breathing heavily, eyebrows raised as she looked down on me. Her hands held the back of my head, caressing my hair as I teased her tits with my mouth. I began to kiss down the smooth skin of her stomach. Her naked chest was heaving as her breathing grew heavier, as her beautiful pussy was exposed to me, surrounded by her neatly trimmed bush. She parted her legs, eyes locked on me as she surrendered herself to me completely. I raised her left foot, kissing over top of it. I kissed along her ankle and slowly up her leg. My tongue teased under her knee, and she opened her legs wider as my lips caressed up the inside of her soft thigh. I kissed the skin at the top of her leg, just beside her beautiful pussy. She caught her breath, watching me between her legs. I kissed the quivering lips of her pussy, and she gasped. She slid her feet up the bed as I slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, my tongue nudging her sensitive button. Her juices were flowing freely, and I loved the taste of her as I dipped my tongue between the folds of her beautiful cunt. As I ran my tongue along the roof of her cunt, I sucked her lips into my mouth, releasing them quickly as I slid my hands under Chelles soft ass, my mouth going nuts on her needy cunt. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh she sighed, over and over, her hands grabbing at the pillow above her head. She was writhing her crotch into my face as I lapped her up. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and it was all over. Oh, my God she gasped, wincing, humping her pussy up into my face, as n orgasm absolutely exploded within her. She was completely tensed up as she straightened her legs out behind me, cumming violently. My head was pleasantly trapped between her thighs; she was squeezing them so tightly. My hands squeezed her ass cheeks hard, licking her slit as fast as I could. I couldnt take it anymore! I smiled, watching her struggle for control, as I crawled quickly up the bed, eager to slide inside this amazing woman. My thick member was swinging back and forth as I made my way up to her. She opened her eyes, heart pounding as she smiled at me, wrapping her arms around my neck when I reached her. My lips covered hers, and she opened her mouth eagerly, allowing my tongue to dart inside. I raised my hips back, the head of my dick easily finding her sweltering entrance. Her hole gripped the tip of my cock, and I pushed forward, hard. My thick dick parted the lips of her vagina, and I slowly eased myself inside her. She moaned into my mouth as I groaned into hers. Inch by inch my raging hard boner entered her, until she was completely filled up. I broke the kiss, and she looked up at me. I closed my eyes then, but Im sure she could see the look of complete ecstasy on my face. Oh my God! I groaned, just holding myself deep inside her. Her hot pussy was gripping me so snugly. I felt so hard, so manly. I opened my eyes and looked down on her. She was so beautiful. She was nothing but need and lust. I maintained eye contact as I slowly slid out of her, then I slid back into her, just as slowly, and she arched her head slightly, let out a quiet cry of joy. I continued sliding in and out of her that way, truly making love to her for the very first time. My long dick was sliding all the way out of her hungry pussy before slowly easing back in. Our eyes remained locked on each other, and our breathing grew more laborious. Her feet began to caress the muscles of my legs, her hands played with my hair as entered her over and over, rhythmically. I bent to kiss her, and Chelle closed her eyes enraptured. We kissed passionately like that, our tongues exploring as I continued my thrusting softly into her. For the next few minutes, we kissed as an orgasm slowly built and built and built inside her. She was completely wired, just on the verge of exploding, when I suddenly pulled out of her. She looked up at me as I broke our kiss. Your turn, I said, smiling at her. I lay on my back beside her, holding my hard dick straight up in the air. Chelle beamed at me as she scrambled on top. She reached underneath her ass and held my thickness up in the air. She pressed her swollen lips against me, watching my reaction. I could feel her slowly open up for me and my face hid none of the pleasure. Ohhhhhhh she sighed, still watching me groaning beneath her. I closed my eyes as I felt my dick become engulfed in that warmth. In no time, she held me completely inside her. I felt so good, touching the back of her pussy like that that I reached up with both hands, grabbing onto her wonderful breasts. I kneaded them, rising up to kiss her cleavage. Chelle continued to hold my dick inside her as she watched my mouth engulf her hard nipple. As I kissed at her tits, she began to subtly raise and drop her ass on my thighs, pulling my dick a couple inches out of her before sucking me back inside hungrily. I continued to caress her soft mounds, my tongue alternating from one nipple to the other. I kissed up her chest and neck until my searching lips found hers. We kissed passionately again as she began to slide her pussy up more of my cock. I slid my tongue into her mouth as I ran my hands down her back to her ass. I grabbed onto her ass cheeks, humping my hips up off the bed and into her needy hole. Under the crack of her ass the pink lips of her pussy were being pulled outward by my long cock, before I slid back into her. Then she broke our kiss. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! she moaned as I slammed myself up into her even harder. Her cries broke off and she closed her eyes, wincing. Then she gasped, cumming, as she held still, my monster cock continuing to drive her hard. Her tits bounced up and down violently with each impact. I had her ass in a death grip, forcing her down on me over and over again. Faster and faster, not letting her orgasm subside. She collapsed on top of me and just went along for the ride, gasping. It took a few minutes, but just when she had recovered enough to resume the workload, I rolled us onto our sides. I was still inside her, still in between her legs. I slowed the pace, looking deep into her eyes. My hand caressed her smooth body, feeling every inch of her. I kissed her mouth softly as I slid my dick into her over and over. My mouth was on hers, kissing her over and over, our lips smacking loudly. My hand caressed her soft tits, and up and down her back. I squeezed her ass, and caressed her smooth leg. The whole time, I was easing in and out of her pussy. My hand grabbed her leg, holding it up in the air as I fucked her a little faster. She was completely mine. I was watching her expression, driving my cock into her harder, holding onto her leg as it flailed above me. I felt a strong urge to cum. We had been making love for over forty minutes, and I was starting to lose it. I felt an undeniable urge to give her my seed. My grip tightened on her leg as my dick shot in and out of her pussy faster. Her tits were bouncing up and down with every impact, and she was moaning softly. Im gonna cum! I grunted. I groaned, my dick jerking as I let go of her foot. Thick, hot cum shot forth, filling her. Then I involuntarily pulled out and, with the head of my cock now touching her bush, the next load that flowed out merely gathered in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I pulled back a little, cock still pulsating. My semen shot weakly out and onto the inside of her thigh. I groaned, the last of my ejaculate trickling out of me. That, too, went on her leg. She was gasping for breath, smiling at me, watching me cum. Her hand was caressing my hair as she kissed me lightly, over and over. So, tell me again about how gay men are in San Francisco, I said to her, as we laughed and rolled together in each others arms. We spent a long time making love on that bed. For a long time we would just lay entangled together stroking and licking each others bodies, sometimes fucking, sometimes stroking slowly and gently, making the most of every sensation. Finally in pleasant exhaustion, we crawled under the covers to sleep. In the night, she awoke several times to stroke my boner into life, so that she could continue to feed her horny needs. Ive never met such an insatiable woman. She seemed to need it even more than I did. In the wee hours of the morning we lay together as I held her in my arms, her head resting on my chest. I moved to run my fingers through her hair. This may have been a one-night stand, but I had never enjoyed a woman so thoroughly before in my life. This one had such a tight hole and a firm beautiful body. I knew I wanted to see her again and again. Chelle was the kind of woman you never get tired of. Of course she did live in New York, which was a problem. Before I knew what I was doing I had asked her if she wanted to marry me. It was completely spontaneous of course, so I wasnt really offended, or surprised, when she turned me down. I was more curious that a ladies man like me would even offer up such a prized possession as his bachelorhood while still so young. All that talk had gotten me stirred up again and my dick hardened against her thighs. We did the only thing we really could. We promised to see each other as often as our busy lives would allow. Her remaining on the East Coast and me on the Left. These past few years weve made do with that, looking forward to each other once or twice a year. Pulled together solely by the awesome power of our fucking. Even though she is now married and I have a girlfriend, our two weekends a year, one in San Francisco and the other in New York, is all it takes to remind me what I experience that strange day when the rain fell, and we got a little wet. * * * Copyright 2001, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. 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"Misbehaving: Day One" by Eagle1 (M/F, M/F) My morning wood slid unconsciously between her thighs and near the confines of her moist pussy. It was a pleasurable sensation that brought me out of my half sleep and into full awakening. "That's nice," murmured a gentle voice from the female figure lying beside me. Her naked body had curled up against mine at some point during the night, spooning me, and my arm was now placed protectively over her. The hand of that arm reached down to gently stroke the soft flesh of one of her breasts, fingers pleasantly surprised to find an ample amount to caress. My middle finger circled around the hardening flesh of her nipple. The work on this sensitive area provoked several long throaty moans. Meanwhile my dick was by now firmly wedged in the crack of her cunt and her warmth was radiating pleasantly around me. The stale smell of our sex from the night before was heightened as her juices began to flow again in anticipation of my cock filling her. Her musty scent coupled with the crusty remains of last night's efforts brought me to a higher level of excitement and my dick went from being merely hard to rigid steel. As it grew to its full length, engorged, it stood straight up and out from my body running parallel to the damp lips of her twat, but the tip of my johnson lost the entrance to her hole in the process. I pulled back my hand, which had thus far been feeling her up, and gently lifted her thigh, exposing her treasure to me explicitly. Soon she was lifting her leg on her own and I was able to reach down and feed the first few inches of my cock inside her hole. "Ummm," she purred next to me, "It feels so big and thick." My hand traveled up her side and slipped under her arm. I squeezed and rubbed her tits, and moans escaped her mouth as I played them like an instrument. "Oh," she cooed, "That feels great." She was velvety smooth and I was so worked up I just started pumping into her like a madman. Soon she had both hands on the headboard, steadying herself, her legs opened for me, and I was fucking her like crazy. "Oh, yeah," she cried, "Oh, yeah...that's it...fuck me...fuck me!" I kept on ramming her, and she spooned next to me, her tits hanging down in front of her jiggling. "Jesus you are so big," she continued, "Jesus fucking Christ." I could feel the insides of her cunt tighten, and then a rush of wetness overcame my cock. "Oh, shit," she cried, "I'm cumming...oh...yes...oh...yes...that's it...that's it!" That was enough for me. I shot my wad into her pussy as I continued to thrust. She inclined her head back and I leaned forward, kissing her slowly, sucking her tongue into my mouth. We lay on the bed quietly for a few moments, enjoying each other's company. I cradled her small body in my strong arms. I was on leave that weekend and it had been a while since I'd been with a woman. Or, judging from what might have happened the night before, since I remembered having been with a woman. Bits and pieces of last evening's drunken revelry came floating back to me as I lay there and I was still feeling randy as all get out from several weeks of not having had any tail. My dick kept responding to this girl, and to my delight, she took it in her hand, and gave me a few gentle strokes. In fact I had never fully softened. She proceeded to pull away from my embrace and moved down to the end of the bed so that she could suck my pride and joy into her mouth. From my vantage point I could feel the wetness of her mouth on my jock and I could see her head bobbing up and down over my shaft. Her warm mouth encased me, taking me in long deep strokes, sucking strongly. She started running her tongue up and down the shaft, stopping to suck my balls into her mouth. My cock was getting very hard in a hurry, swelling up to its full size, as she worked. She looked up at me for a second and I closed my eyes. Then she went back to work, reaching her hand down and fingering her cunt. Opening my eyes, I could see her hand rub her pussy through her legs, and then she started moaning. As she increased the pace on my cock, she increased the movement on her clit with her hand. She stuck two fingers up her cunt, while grabbing hold of my meat and pumping me with her hand and occasionally sucking me with her mouth. A loud moan escaped her, and she suddenly stopped and looked back at me. The girl was very aggressive, and she knew what she wanted. She moved forward to straddle me, positioning my mast underneath her so that she could sink down on my dick. She was so wet that I could hear a sloshing sound when she impaled herself. Then she was fucking me in no time, up and down she went, her moans started again and so did her pace. She was a fine bitch and she was doing all the work, so I just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her hot cunt smothering me. She leaned forward and those gorgeous tits looked so good I had to reach up and pull on her long dark nipples. Her tits floated in my face and I licked the end of her tits lightly at first and then started sucking them harder, alternating breasts. By this time, one of my hands was steadying her waist, and I was thrusting up her cunt at a frantic speed. I could feel the cum building up in my balls at the same time. I reached behind her with my other hand to spread her ass cheeks wide open and finger her asshole. "Oh, yes...oh, yes," she cried, in respect of the mounds of flesh pressed into my face, "That's it...suck my tits...suck harder." I could feel another rush of wetness spilling down my balls a second later like warm milk. She was like a fountain this one. "Jesus!" she panted, "I'm cumming! Oh, God...that's it.... Oh, God! Oh, God!" Her whole body tensed up and she sat straight up grinding her cunt against the base of my cock and triggering my own eruption. I shot my load furiously up her cunt all the while she was grinding out the last of her orgasm against me. She collapsed into my arms as we finished and I glanced out the window to see the pale early morning sun rise further in the pink and orange sky. My cock was still buried inside her and I wasn't even going soft, so I began to massage around her waist, trying to encourage her to start moving up and down on me again. Unfortunately the sudden, insistent ringing of my cell phone interrupted our increasing passion. Being a newly commissioned Second Lieutenant in the Marines did not make answering my phone an option. "Hello?" I said gruffly into the phone, "Mom?" I responded, hearing her voice on the other end. I sat bolt upright. "Hey...it's early...what's going on?" I asked. The girl, who I was still inside of, disentangled herself from me at the mention of my mother and got up to go to the bathroom. I followed her naked body with my eyes, regretting this lost opportunity as she walked into the other room. Meanwhile, I listened to my mother as she explained to me what I was going to do, how I was going to do it and when. It was made clear that I didn't have a choice in the matter. "Okay, bye," I said, hanging up when she was finished. The girl came back in, grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself in a sudden fit of modestly, leaving me exposed. "Sorry for the interruption," I said, lying naked and by now at half mast. I realized for the first time that I had no clue where I was or who I was with. "Ummm," I said, looking around me, "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm gonna need to take off soon." She looked a little crestfallen. "I thought you had leave for the whole weekend?" she asked, pouting. "I do, but I have an emergency," I said, "Though I do have a little time before I need to get back to base." "Good," she said, "Let's not waste it." As she climbed back into bed next to me, I figured I should probably wait until I was ready to leave before I asked this girl for her number...and her name. * * * Later that same day... My mother could always be counted on to think of everything and I had a car waiting for me at noon to take me from the base to the plane that would carry me to my duty assignment for the next couple days. I was to serve as an escort for the daughter of one of my mother's oldest and closest friends for her debut at the annual cotillion. Being born and raised a Southern man myself, I had a wholesome acceptance, or at least understanding, of the very traditional rituals surrounding a debutant. Ancient in origin and imported to the United States during colonial times, the cotillion is still the customary way in the South and in many other parts to present well to do young women to society. The Yankees among you can laugh if you want, but my mother had her own cotillion in New Orleans in the sixties and every other female member of my mother's family had been similarly introduced to society. Even so, it still kept me wondering why, on the occasion of one of these peculiar little rituals, I now found myself standing on the front porch of one Mr. Gregory Campbell and his wife, Mrs. Gregory Campbell (ne Christina Blair). I don't know what she and my mother had shared in the perfumed and often mystifying cloisters of upper crust New Orleans to make them so close, but they were very close indeed. In fact they were such good friends that my mother had been the maid of honor at her wedding many long years ago. She'd married Gregory Campbell who was born and bred of only the finest Southern stock and they had raised four children: three daughters and one son. Despite this closeness between our two families, I hadn't seen any of the Campbells since I was thirteen, in other words about nine years ago. I recalled one time they had descended upon our house like a plague of locusts devouring everything that stood in their way. The oldest girl, Elizabeth, had been fifteen at the time. She might have been the most beautiful girl I'd every seen, but she didn't have any time for those of use she viewed as mere children. The second oldest was a girl called Melanie, and she was a year younger than me. As I recall, she was as pure as the driven snow. It had been no use getting into any trouble with her. The other two were twins: Jeremy and Jenna, having been nine years old at the time, and little more than pests underfoot. Considering all that, I was especially surprised when my mother called me up to tell me that I was to be one of the escorts for young Jenna, who was now having her eighteenth birthday. A little old for a cotillion, I figured. But as I was going, a fully commissioned officer, I guess it wouldn't be too weird. You see, a debutant is often escorted to a cotillion by two men, one a civilian and the other a cadet at one of the various military academies. Thus an escort is expected to present a color guard for the girl, be in proper form the entire evening, polite, observe the rules of etiquette at all times and dance on command. How my mother had managed to get me leave for this assignment was something I'd never know. This wasn't exactly something I considered a great use of my time, plus I'd never hear the end of it from the other guys in my unit. I was the only man of my generation in my family carrying on a long and distinguished association with the armed forces. Apparently Jenna Campbell had asked for me specifically. I imagined she either didn't know or was too shy to seek out a cadet her own age from one of the various military schools who might have been a more suitable companion. With Mr. Campbell's well-placed defense contracts and connections with some very powerful people in Washington, DC, including one or two members of the Senate Armed Forces Committee, I found I had my leave approved. I may be many things, but in my short time in the service I'd learned to appreciate leave for what it was. So I kept my mouth shut and got my ass on the next available transport. After my flight and cab ride, there I was standing on the Campbells' porch, having changed with permission out of my usual uniform and into more comfortable civilian clothes. My duffle was at my feet and a hanging bag carrying my Dress Blues was slung over my left shoulder. I took a deep breath, rang the doorbell of this ornate Southern mansion and stood back, almost at attention, waiting for something to happen. I was not required to wait long. The door opened slowly and a tall (which is to say he and I could look one another in the eye) middle-aged man looked back at me. He had the look of a man who had once been a lion, but was now starting to show his age, if not still fit enough to have more than a hint of the old firmness he had had in his youth. "You must be Marc," he said smiling, extending a hand for me to shake, "It's been a long time." "Yes, sir, Mr. Campbell, almost ten years," I said grinning, "I suppose the haircut gives me away?" "Standard issue?" he asked, still shaking my hand, as I nodded yes. Finally he let go of it, and held open the door for me to enter, "Please come in, can I help with your bags?" "No, sir, thanks, I'm fine," I grabbed my duffel and entered into what could only be described as the foyer of the house. This room led into a large receiving room with a massive staircase curving up the middle going to the second floor. One side seemed to lead into a parlor and the other into a dining room. This place was huge. "Marc, you know my wife Chrissy of course," he said, referring to the woman who was coming into the hall through a side door to meet us. Ain't it funny how the mind plays tricks on us? I remembered this woman from her last trip to visit us and of course from pictures, but those didn't do her justice. And for a minute I really envied Mr. Campbell. Chrissy...Mrs. Campbell, I corrected myself...was a stunning woman for her age. By which I mean a woman in her mid to late forties. She was tall, though not as tall as her husband or me, and she had what appeared to be a gorgeous head of honey brown hair, twisted up on her head just the way I liked it. But what really got me going was her figure. Her body had filled out from the more willowy, as I remembered it, into a more voluptuous frame. Motherhood had been kind to her, giving her ample and generous curves. Yet she remained sleek, firm and tight enough to give a woman half her age a run for the money. "Marc," she said, in a throaty deep voice, smiling. Her body wasn't the only thing that had improved with age. She was originally from New Orleans, but her accent had changed over time in her new surrounding and had become softer and richer as it took on more of a drawl. My name came out sounding like "Maaaahk." "It was so good of you to come all the way down here, for our lil' old ball," she continued, giving me a hug, "How's your father? And Peter?" she continued, asking about my father and brother. I barely had time to set down my stuff before she swept me up in her arms. Not for the second time having to remember that she was a married woman twice my age, and my mother's closest and best friend. I got a whiff of her perfume, and I thought I might get hard if she didn't let me go. Thankfully she did. "They're both fine, ma'am," I said, a little embarrassed by how I was getting turned on by her, "They send their regards of course." "Oh, how sweet," she said, now putting her hand behind my back and ushering me forward, "Listen Marc, now that you're a man, you're really going to have to call me Chris. Have you eaten, yet?" "Yes, ma'am," I said, not quite able to call this woman by her Christian name yet, "I had some food on the plane." "Well if you want me to fix you something you just let me know. We'll be having dinner at seven o'clock." Suddenly Mr. Campbell interrupted, "Goodness, Chrissy, give the boy some breathing room, we've got him for three whole days, let him rest for a minute." "Marc," he said, turning his attention on me, "Why don't I show you your room?" Mrs. Campbell called to me behind us as I took my things and followed her husband up the stairs, "Marc, did you bring a swimsuit? Lizzy and Mel are swimming in the back, you might like to join them and relax this afternoon before dinner. Of course Jeremy is working and Jenna is in town getting her dress fitted, but I'm sure the girls would like to see you." "No, ma'am," I stopped looking back at her over the banister, "I didn't think I'd be near a pool." "No problem, dahlin," she said indulgently, then a little more sharply to her husband, "Greg, why don't you let Marc use one of yours?" "Sure, honey," he said waving her away. As soon as we were upstairs he turned to me and said, "I have too many damned women in this house boy, if you know what I mean. Never give a man any peace and quite." I grinned back at him to indicate that I was a man of the world and knew full well what he was talking about. "Well here's your room," he said indicating one of the first rooms off the hall, a very large room with a four-poster bed. It was obviously a guest room with all the frilly accompaniments that sort of thing usually entails. "Hope it's all right," he said. "Much better than I'm used to," I replied. "Chrissy and I are over there," he informed me, in his cursory fashion, and pointed out the others as well, "That's Jeremy's room. Lizzy there. Jenna there. And Mel at the end." "Okay, then," he continued going into his own room, after a second he came out with a pair of bathing trunks, which he tossed to me, "There you go. The girls will be by the pool. C'mon down once you've settled yourself in. Then after dinner you and I can have some time to talk mano-a-mano." "Yes, sir," I said and went in shutting the door as Mr. Campbell turned to go downstairs. Once I was out of sight, I sat on the bed and let out a sigh. Jesus, I thought, what the fuck had I gotten myself in for? I'd already encountered a mother I'd like to fuck, what the hell else was waiting for me? Fortunately I didn't have a lot to unpack, but I put my clothes in the wardrobe and put on Mr. Campbell's swim trunks. I was momentarily a little chilled sitting around in nothing but the trunks in the cool air-conditioning, but I knew it would feel good once I got out into the afternoon air by the pool. I found my way down to pool fairly easily, making my way through the dining room and kitchen. In the kitchen I passed the Campbell's cook, who happened to be black. She reminded me a little of Esther Rolle and she gave me a very disapproving frown as I tried to introduce myself and gestured to the French doors to indicate my way to the pool. I don't think she liked having me walk through her kitchen with nothing on but a pair of swim trunks, especially considering the bulge my junk made in the front. And I also got the feeling this woman could see right through me. The air outside was hot even for the late afternoon and sticky with humidity, but being bare-chested provided a measure of relief. I already felt drops of sweat forming on my back and forehead. I rounded the side of the house on the patio and came upon a large Olympic size swimming pool. A bikini clad girl lounged in a cabana chair next to the pool, apparently relaxing in the sun, and another was making laps. Both were sticky fingers good looking and I took a deep breath before I walked up to them. "Hey," I said. The girl doing laps caught sight of me and a look of pure pleasure beamed across her face. "Marc!" she hollered. This was Melanie of course. I remembered her. "Damn, girl," I said, as she flounced out of the pool to give me a big wet hug, "You've really grown up since I saw you last." I was referring to the fact that this girl was all tits and ass, scantily covered in a bikini top and bottom. She had a phenomenal body. Her tits bounced and shook back and forth as she ran up to me. And they were soft, plush and squeezed between us. "Isn't it great to see Marc again, Lizzy?" Mel asked her bored looking sister as she pulled away from me. Elizabeth looked at me from behind the black lenses of her designer shades. She lazily lifted her glasses up to give me a closer inspection. She said, "Hey, there." Despite the apparent indifference of her welcome, I noticed she took a second to give me a once over before putting her shades back into place. "Do you want to swim?" Mel asked me excitedly. She didn't give me a chance to reply, but dove headfirst into the water. I dove into the pool after her. The water was cool enough that my nuts shrank up into my sac, but the cool wetness felt good. We both surfaced around the same time, splashing up out of the water. Melanie was playful and her tits had a tendency to bob up and down in the water. A fact which I did not fail to notice and which, I think, Melanie did not fail to notice me noticing. I floated over to the edge of the pool close to Elizabeth and put my arms over the edge to rest. Melanie came near me, dangerously close, and I could see Elizabeth give her a quick discerning look. We all made small talk for a while. Mostly it was Melanie gushing with questions that I struggled to keep up with answers for. She was audibly blonde and her lips moved at a mind boggling pace. I found myself only answering some of her questions, and nodding for the rest of the time when it seemed appropriate, managing to feign interest. Considering the various directions in which she took the conversation, I assumed she was more interested in hearing herself talk than in hearing what I had to say anyway. And I was more interested in looking at her than I was in responding, so it seemed a fair trade. We managed to cover everything from my military training to the trials and tribulations of our families over the passing years. There were plenty of opportunities to reminisce and plenty of memories to laugh over. Melanie had a fun spunkiness that went well with her personality, and her amply built body. Big pouty lips and tits that just kept on going. Over on the chair, her sister Elizabeth occasionally chimed into the conversation, but generally gave off an aura of indifference to our presence. For all that it wasn't much different from the way she'd treated us as kids. Elizabeth looked good though. She'd been a bit of a teenage crush for me. She'd been more inclined to hang out with my older brother Peter while they ignored the rest of us. She lay back against the chair to take advantage of the warm solar rays. They beat against her chest and smooth stomach. Her breasts, while not as large as her younger sister's, were beautifully proportioned and rose up high and proud. Her nipples were hard and pointed through the fabric. From time to time she would cross or uncross her legs and I'd be able to catch a glimpse of the way her pussy lips pressed against the fabric of her suit. I had to be careful not to forget myself lest I found myself, between the two of these beautiful creatures, springing wood right there in the pool. We did a few more laps, splashing each other and enjoying the water. But finally I could sense that it was getting about that time and I wanted the chance for a shower before dinner. I got out of the pool, feeling the fabric of my suit sticking to my body. No doubt my package was plainly visible to all those who wanted to see. "Well, Marc," said Melanie joining me on the land, "It's great that you could make it. We're really gonna have some fun over the next couple days." Before I knew what she was doing, she had given me a big hug and planted a big kiss right on my lips, rather a little longer than was necessary too I might add. She pulled away with a giggle and dashed into the house. Elizabeth got up and took off her shades. As she walked by me to go into the house, she paused, looked straight at my cock, and said, "Very nice, Marc". I looked down and realized that, despite my best efforts, I had a hammer going in my trunks that could have driven nails into concrete. She walked away leaving me momentarily embarrassed and looking for a towel. * * * I'd made it to the shower without further incident, well wrapped in my towel. I attributed my lapse in control earlier at the pool to an unavoidable absence from women due to my recent officer's training course. Whatever the case a shower was required and the warm, soapy water felt good running along my aching muscles. I let the chlorine of the pool wash down the drain as I relaxed from the stress and strain of the day and my recent travel. I was still wet and damp when I turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat to reach for a towel. Just then the bathroom door opened. Oops, guess I forgot to lock it. A young man walked in; who I assumed was Jeremy, remembering the scrawny little kid I'd last seen so long ago. From the looks of things, he had not been expecting to find a bare ass naked man in the bathroom. It was obviously an awkward situation. "Uh," he said, momentarily stunned, "Sorry for barging in, I was looking for some deodorant." Despite everything, and his best efforts to look me in the eye, I caught him checking out my exposed package at least three times. What a little faggot! I was very used to taking showers with a bunch of naked Marines by this point, so I didn't pay any mind to the state of my undress. In fact, I was somewhat enjoying his discomfort and, rather than wrapping the towel around my waist, I gave him my hand instead, leaving the towel hanging in the other one. "Hi," I said, "I'm Marc." There was a pregnant pause while he shook my hand. "And you are?" I asked him when I realized he was just going to stand there stupidly. "Um...Jeremy...sorry." "It's been a long time," I said. "Definitely," he replied nodding. By now he'd managed at least to raise his gaze further up the rest of my muscled body, all the while attempting to stay trained on my eyes. I started to dry myself, allowing the towel to partially hide my dignity, waiting for him to make a move instead. "Right," he said stupidly, after another second, "Let me just get out of your way." "No rush," I said, "Take your time." Jeremy moved like I was a snake, coiled and ready to bite. He grabbed the deodorant off the shelf and hurriedly went back out through the door. Damn, what was is with this family? Each one was more entertaining than the next. * * * Dinner was a semi-formal affair in the Campbell household, particularly in light of having a special guest in the house. When I'd had a chance to get myself together, and put on a blazer, I found the whole family waiting for me downstairs. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am," I said to Mrs. Campbell as I joined them in living room. "Not to worry, Marc," she told me indulgently, then by way of introduction she continued, "You've seen the girls already. And you remember Jeremy and Jenna, of course. They were both away when you arrived earlier." Jeremy and I shook hands like the episode upstairs in the bathroom had not happened earlier. This time he was on a firmer footing with his family around him and I found his grip firm and reassuring. Like his father and me, he'd donned a blazer for dinner, although all of us wore our shirts open at the neck without a tie. I reflected that Jeremy was a handsome young man who filled out his blazer with the wiry build of a high school student, albeit one who was no stranger to sports and working out. Jenna on the other hand was as lovely as her older sisters, but had a freshness and innocence still clinging about her, very willowy and graceful with only a hint of Melanie's buxomness. She wore a long summery gown that hugged her graceful curves. She would no doubt look very graceful on my arm at the cotillion. We exchanged a pleasant embrace, with a kiss on the cheek that bespoke our Southern hospitality. We made our way to the dining room and I assisted Jenna with her chair as she sat down and then took my place next to her. Elizabeth was on the other side of me and Jeremy and Melanie were facing us on the other side. Mr. Campbell naturally sat at the head of the table and Mrs. Campbell sat opposite him. The Campbells were many things but poor was certainly not one of them. There were two women in uniforms serving us, including the cook that I'd run into earlier, and they brought out our food on silver platters. The china it was served on looked like it might have been Mrs. Campbell's finest looking china. And very expensive. I was clearly a guest of great honor. Certainly more than I deserved. "I just want to say how happy I am that you could come all this way to escort me at the cotillion Marc," said Jenna. "No problem," I replied, a creamy soup having been set in front of me, "I'm happy to do it." "I'm sure Marc doesn't mind getting away from life in the Marines," her father said. "No, sir," I said, smiling shyly, "And the food's much better." That got a chuckle from my audience. I figured it would be better to maintain as charming a disposition as possible. And we'd all started on our first course by this point. "May I ask, though, why you requested me for an escort? Surely you would have no trouble finding a willing cadet around." This question had been partly directed at Mr. Campbell, whom I knew to be well connected, and who I also knew had been educated at the Citadel. Jenna looked like she'd been about to reply when her father said, "Well, you know how it is Marc. And we wanted to make sure that our youngest girl had only the very best. With yourself being an officer and such an old family friend." Then after a pause, he added as an afterthought, "And you'll be able to keep an eye on Jenna with that Roberts boy. He's going to be her civilian escort." "Daddy!" said Jenna, embarrassed and irritated, "Dave is not my boyfriend." "I completely understand, sir," I said knowingly, trying to forestall what appeared to be an old argument I could see brewing in Jenna's eyes. I knew what her father was getting at or, at the very least, concerned about. Mr. Campbell looked like he was about to say something else critical of David Roberts, but his wife prevented him by asking me, "Do you have a girlfriend Marc?" "No, ma'am," I said, "Unfortunately I haven't had too much time lately with officer's training and receiving my commission." "Your mother will want to get you settled down now that Peter has gotten married. Having a good woman by your side will do wonders for a man." "Yes, ma'am," I said. My empty bowl of soup was taken away as the next course of steak and vegetables was brought out. "Do you play tennis Marc?" asked Mr. Campbell. "Yes, sir." "Good. You and Jeremy can play a few games down at the club in the morning and relax before the rehearsal tomorrow afternoon." "I'd like that very much, sir," I said, "Maybe someone can show me some of the sites around town?" "Yes, of course," said Mrs. Campbell breaking in, "Lizzy and Melanie can take you out tomorrow night." "Yeah," said Elizabeth, next to me, in a drawl as thick as molasses, "We can find all kinds of suitably diverting entertainments." Elizabeth's comment was not lost on me. But I was taken in by Melanie nodding enthusiastically in agreement form across the table. I managed to smile through it all, sensing a certain amount of tension in the room. The conversation meandered onto a number of topics as we finished the main course and went on to dessert. Mostly related to how my family was doing, my father's health, and my older brother's new wife. After dinner most of the family adjourned to the living room. Jenna had a date with self same David Roberts and went off to change. Lizzy and Jeremy seemed to be similarly engaged with other activities and excused themselves as well. So it appeared to now be my lot to have that little man to man word with Mr. Campbell. He ushered me into a wood paneled den that was so stereotypically masculine as to be laughable. "Scotch, Marc?" he asked and I nodded my assent while saying, "That'd be great, sir." "I don't trust a man who doesn't drink," he said. Not knowing if this was meant as a joke I just nodded and kept my mouth shut. "Cigar?" he asked. "That'd be great," I said, taking the one proffered. "Good man," he said fondly, watching me expertly prepare the cigar, lighting it and take a long puff. We sat down to enjoy the fine aroma, cigar in one hand, drink in the other. The scotch was of a very good quality and its smooth, smoky flavor filed my mouth as its warmth filled my stomach. I leaned back in my leather chair in the same manner as my host and meditated with him in silence on the masculine pursuits of savoring good scotch and an excellent cigar. Finally Mr. Campbell broke the silence by saying, "Jeremy's still too young to appreciate the finer things in life," he said, motioning to his drink as he said this, "And sometimes I get a little lonely in this house for a buddy to talk to while he's off at school or out with friends. I'm surrounded by women, Marc." "Well, sir," I said, "I usually have the opposite problem." "Call me Greg, Marc," he told me, laughing, "You must get to bang a hell of a lot of pussy wearing that uniform though." "I have no trouble getting laid, Greg," I said pointedly, by way of showing him that I was every bit his equal now that he'd given me permission to use his first name, "But you've got to find it to get it, if you know what I'm saying." He nodded, after a moment, I decided to test the waters and ventured saying, "But in fact I just started seeing a girl not that long ago." "Oh?" he said, "Your mother didn't mention anything to Chrissy." "Well my mother doesn't know yet. I only started seeing this chick after I woke up in her bed this morning." Mr. Campbell smiled broadly. But it was a very predatory look that he had in his eyes. "I have to say, Marc, I miss the days of chasing pussy. Sometimes when I see a pretty girl walk by, I think it's such a waste of an opportunity. But I'm lucky. I've got a fine, good looking woman to come home to. A lot of men my age can't say that." "You're a very lucky man," I said, agreeing with him and honestly meaning it, "I hope I'm as lucky as you are to have a woman like Mrs. Campbell when I've been settled and married for as long as you have." "So," he continued nodding at my last comment, "As I said at dinner, it's good that you're here to keep an eye on Jenna. She's a good girl, but I don't like this ne'er-do-well that she's going out with. His family is very well connected, in oil you know. But you know his type. Cocky little bastard. I don't want him banging my daughter. You being a Marine and four years his senior should keep him in line." "Right," I said, "Happy to do you the favor." "Good man," he said again, pausing before continuing, "I've escorted a few girls to cotillion myself in my day. You have to be a gentleman. I know you are and I know you'll protect her honor." We talked about a lot of things after that, sports and guns mostly, although he never again alluded to his daughter or her virginity. I didn't know what kind of girl she was like, but she seemed very sweet. Although I knew from personal experience that those kinds of girls were usually the ones most likely to party hard when you scratched the surface. To give Mr. Campbell some credit, he was easy to talk to and, despite our age difference, pretty good company actually. But when the clock struck midnight, I knew it was time to go to bed. I'd had a long day, but hadn't had a lot of sleep the night before thanks to that amazing girl who'd been balanced on my balls half the night and for most of this morning. And what with this unexpected trip, I was looking forward to a good night's rest. * * * I'd been asleep from the time my head hit the pillow. But at some point in the dark night I was aware of a tugging sensation in my boxers and a certain wet feeling down around my cock. I recognized that I had a nighttime boner and there was an incredibly erotic sensation running up and down its length. I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the darkened surroundings. A tiny fraction of moonlight shone in through the window illuminating my bare chest. The covers had been pulled aside and someone had pulled my cock and balls through the unbuttoned fly of my boxer shorts. Looking in that direction I couldn't actually see my cock, but instead saw a bobbing head, full of golden hair that was spread out all around my waist. Whoever it was they were attacking me with a serious determination. I reached my hand down to stroke that beautiful tawny hair, letting some of the silky strands run through my fingers. At my touch Melanie disengaged herself from my cock and looked at me, smiling. "I was hoping you'd wake up," she said. "I'm not dreaming?" I asked, still a little groggy with sleep. "Maybe you are," she said. "Well, if I am, I hope I never wake up." She leaned back to lick my cock from the underside of my balls all the way up my nearly ten inch shaft to the top of my engorged tip. Then she stroked me a couple times with her hand as she crawled up the length of my body, licking each brick of my abs, and sucking on my nipples as she made her way forward. When she finally got to my face she gave me a long series of kisses, closed mouth at first, but she quickly grew bolder and graduated to mingling her tongue with mine, as we explored the confines of each other's mouths. I reached behind her head, holding it gently, so that I could french the ever loving shit out of that gorgeous mouth of hers. A woman like this has to be kissed firmly, hard and often. Below, she let her damp pussy rub against my steel rod, slowly humping me, grinding her soft flesh against my harder flesh. I reached up and started rolling her nipples, pulling on them, kissing down her neck. Her tits were so beautiful, I leaned down and started kissing and licking her nipples, first the right and then the left. As my head moved closer, I started sucking on one of her tits, trying to suck the whole thing into my mouth, while playing with the other. Her nipple hardened under my touch, and my gentle cupping began to get harder, squeezing her tit in my hand. I was pinching and massaging and pulling. Melanie started gyrating her hips harder against me now, her ass grinding into my crotch, my cock getting harder with each circular movement. My left hand traveled down to her thigh, and I slowly ran it up to her crotch. I moved my hand over her box, rubbing a little harder. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. I continued to squeeze Melanie's tits, alternating from one to the other, pulling them away from her body and pinching and rolling her rock hard nipples in between my fingers. She pressed her body into mine, her skin feeling so hot against me it burned. I kissed her shoulder, working my way around it, finally coming to rest on her mouth, our tongues intertwined, my hands working harder and harder. My cock stood at full attention between Melanie's legs. She moved forward, and instead of it being sandwiched between my abs and her pussy, it now sprang up behind her, sticking out and up in front of me, pressing up against her ass. Melanie's hands immediately went to it, and she started rubbing me, her moans getting louder. "Oh, it's so big," she murmured, "So hard." She changed positions and, increasing the pace, frantically rubbed my cock against her cunt. I slowed her down and moved my hands down her back with my mouth licking and sucking every inch of her skin. "Oh...stop teasing me," I begged her, "Please!" "Let me do all the work baby," she cooed in my ear. Melanie feeling my pain finally spread her lips for me to enter at last. She pointed my dick at her hole, and I slid in, as she went down my pole, inch by burning inch. Then, once situated, she started rising up and down on my dick. Slowly at first, moving up and down, Melanie increased the pace and was soon bouncing up and down at a frantic pace. I reached up and grabbed her tits, pulling her forward onto my chest. She obliged and I started pumping her cunt wildly. "Oh, yes!" she cried, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Oh, she was good and tight. Her cunt muscles convulsed around my cock. Her hole was wet and juicy and warm! "Tell me when you have to cum, Marc," she instructed me like a school teacher. "Yes, baby," I said, willing to do anything for her at that moment. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide open in my firm grip, needing the leverage to push her up and down on my cock in order to keep on pumping into her wildly. My dick slid easily in and out of her, my balls started to ache and I knew after about ten minutes or so that I was going to have to cum real soon. I told her so and she got up off of me, pulling me out of her in the process. She immediately adjusted position further down so that she could work me with her mouth. Sucking where she had recently been fucking. She sucked and licked, using her hands to occasionally jack me off. I was feeling the final pressure start to build in my nuts as I neared the point of no return. "Oh, fuck," I grunted, "Get ready!" I pushed her face down into my lap and I thrust myself into her mouth a couple times, finally shooting a load deep down the back of her throat. Our passion subsided and, momentarily satisfied; she crawled up into my arms as the last remaining drops of cum spilled out onto my boxers. I realized that I'd never taken them off. After a few blissful seconds of afterglow, I fell asleep with her in my arms. (To be continued...) * * * Copyright (C) 2006, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. 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"Freshmen: First Day" by Eagle1 (m/f, m/f, college) It was a hot day outside, and the gulf air was hot and sticky and humid. I felt my cotton shirt clinging to me with sweat, which had soaked through my clothes and made my jeans feel like they were made out of lead. I glanced at the cloudy sky overhead and wished it would rain, if only so that some of the humidity might evaporate. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and stepped back to watch Cheryl pick up her box, a box that was resting where she had set it, teetering on the step in front of the dorm. Howre you doing? I asked, Have you got it? I walked over behind her in case she lost her grip and needed some help. She was the only person I knew from high school and we were both a long way from home. And I hadnt expected that any of my high school classmates would be at the same college as me. I was back in the city of my birth: New Orleans. Cheryl was far away from Colorado, the only place shed ever lived. I was still scratching my head wondering why she had wanted to come down here anyway. Yeah, she replied, tired, Could you get the door for me? She nodded her head in the direction of the entryway door just beyond her. Her hair was a dark auburn and what wasnt plastered to her forehead with sweat fell down from her forehead into her eyes. She spit air, trying to get her hair out of her eyes. Got it, I said, as I balanced the box I was carrying on my knee and deftly opened the door, using my body to prop it open. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Cheryl and I had never been what you might call close. Meaning that she was one of those cute, brainy girls in high school who had not been an easy lay, or even a moderately difficult lay. And, consequently, had never shared my bed, or the back of my truck, or any other spot, nor shown any inclination to do so. But, as her mom had called mine, and mine had suggested to me, in terms that left no room for doubt, that it since we were going to the same school it would be the neighborly thing for me to drive down south with her and help her unpack, we now found ourselves in this situation. And truthfully it could have been worse. My roommate and I were on the college football team, but Id met him and he seemed pretty straight laced and I had a worrying feeling that he wouldnt be any fun at all. Why hed chosen to come to the city of sin was beyond me. It was probably the football scholarship. All I was thinking of is that after this was over I could head across campus and get my stuff put away too. And then maybe grab some chow. I sighed, wiped off some more sweat and felt the freedom of being alive. Things were going to be good here in the homeland of my ancestors. Id already seen about ten girls that I wouldnt mind getting to know better in the biblical sense, and this was just the first day. So I let a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. I was a football player. Id been working out since the age of thirteen and I was well built and good looking. I dated a little bit in high school, but Id slept around a lot more. And I do I mean a lot more. My life had mostly been about scoring chicks, and not about relationships. I dated three girls; Id had sex with more than seventy. I considered it an even trade, even if it made me come across as a macho jerk sometimes. My gang was all about the numbers and I, in particular, like to satisfy my urges in bed and not with my right fist. College was definitely going to be an opportunity to improve my numbers with a whole new kind of woman. I came out of my daydream when Cheryl brushed by me. Of course moving away from home was still a little hard mentally. But it would be an interesting challenge. I followed Cheryl to the top of the stairs and turned and walked down the hallway, stopping at the third door on the right. We laid the boxes to rest on the floor next to the door and she fished her room key out from her pocket. Oh! came a loud voice from the room in a big, warm greeting, as the door opened. It must be one of her roommates. Hi! the voice said again, You must be Cheryl. The girl was very pretty and she propped the door open flashing a beaming smile. Im Lara. Sabines out getting her photo ID. Do you need some help? Hey Lara, said Cheryl, smiling back at her, Thanks, but Ive already got Marc here helping me. If you could just get the door, well be done in a hurry. She entered the room and I followed along behind with a nod and a smile for Lara. Hey, I said putting the box down, Im Marc. A drop of sweat had beaded up on the tip of my nose, and I blew it off with a quick breath from my mouth. Lara, she replied, checking me out, Pleased to meet you. The room was well-lit by the sun streaming in through the windows, but it showed just how dusty the place was. There were two rooms off the main room, one on either side and each with its own door. Sabine and I put our stuff in the room on the left, said Lara, So the other ones all yours. Thanks, said Cheryl. I followed Cheryl into her room with my box; it was definitely a cozy arrangement! At least there was another window on the left, but only one. She plopped the box down on the stained mattress in one corner of the room and I did likewise with my box. You can just pile stuff in the common room, if you guys want, called Lara, Thats what we did. Good idea, I said, surveying what we had to work with. I smiled as I passed Lara, going for another box. She certainly wasnt too hard on the eyes, I thought. She stood about five feet, five inches or so and she had a cute face with pale blue eyes and a reddish tint to her hair. She winked at me as I passedor did she? By the time I made it out to the hall, I smiled as I skipped down the stairs two at a time. * * * Later that night I found myself juggling a small box in my left arm while trying to rub my eyes with my right hand. I took the time to examine the night sky. After a full day of moving, both my stuff and Cheryls, I was pretty tired. I reoriented myself to the campus lay out. I was looking for Cheryls dorm. Somehow, one of her boxes had gotten in with my stuff, and I was pretty sure that she would need its contents sooner rather than later. It was marked clothing, after all. And it probably contained lingerie. I realized, if I had been more of a pervert, I might have been tempted to go through it. Then again this was Cheryl we were talking about. I saw the door to Cheryls room was closed, as I entered her hallway. But as I neared it I heard the muffled, but unmistakable sound, of a CD emanating from behind the closed door. I knocked loudly, and was pleased when Lara answered the door. She had changed her clothes from earlier that day. Now, she was wearing cut off jeans and a flimsy white t-shirt. Hey, Handsome! Youre Cheryls friend Marc, right? she jokingly asked me grinning, Long time no see! She opened the door wide for me to enter. Yeah, I said, getting to the point, This is Cheryls. It must have got in with my boxes by mistake and I thought shed want it. Hold on a sec, Lara said as she went over and muted the stereo, Okay, well, Cheryls not here. She went off with Sabine to that freshman mixer. I thought itd be lame, so I decided to stay home. I shifted on my feet with the box cradled in both hands now. Laras hair and figure were quite nice and I felt a stirring in my jeans. Ill just put this in her room, okay? I offered. She waved me into the room with a big grin. I placed the box in the corner and noticed Cheryl had already put up a few pictures. I was surprised to see a picture from our junior prom, with her standing next to me with another of my friends. It was an informal pose and I didnt remember the picture being taken. I was pulled out of my contemplation by a hand on my shoulder. Hey, Lara asked, Is that you and Cheryl in high school? She was looking over my right shoulder, her breath gently beating against my back. Yeah, I offered softly and without elaboration. Lara moved a bit closer to my back, You two were cute together, what happened? Oh, we were never going out, I said, dismissing her notion right away. Really, said Lara, You dating anyone now? I thought I was picking up some flirtatious vibes, but when I turned around; my eyes nearly fell out of my head. Lara had removed her shirt and was now clad in just a blue bikini top and her jean cutoffs were partially unzipped revealing a matching blue bottom. Uh, not at this time, I said hesitatingly, Im not really the dating type. Love em and leave em, huh? Lara inquired. Something like that, I replied. Her lips were very full and inviting. And I instinctively knew that she wanted to be kissed. I had to lean down to make up the height differential, but I was rewarded for the slight effort as her lips pressed to mine. Her tongue darted into and out of my mouth, and her hand began to rub the front of my jeans. Her search ended when her palm found my bulging tool. As we continued to lock lips, Lara guided me backwards to Cheryls bed. And I obeyed and lay back on it. Lara leaned in on top of me; her hands had now thoroughly worked my cock into a frenzy by massaging it through my jeans. She undid my button fly and pulled my jeans south. My manhood tented my plaid boxers, straining the cotton fabric obscenely. Now I am a big boy all over. When I graduated high school I was six foot, three inches tall and weighed over two hundred twenty pounds of shredded, ripped muscle. I had no problem getting a place on the college team and a full football scholarship. I was also extremely well hung, and Lara soon found that out when she mercifully unleashed my straining hard on into the humid air of the room. She took in my thick, full almost ten inches of dick and purred, but said nothing else, as her hands circled my significant girth and pumped me like a piston, her mouth sucking the top of my rod. I was out of my mind with unexpected pleasure. My hands reached around her back and untied her bikini top. It fell lightly onto my chest. I moved my hands so they were between me and Lara and took in the view of her breasts. They hung low, with hard pink nipples. I groped her tits with mounting excitement as she slid her hands over my erect shaft. Lara gurgled around my cock. She was responding to a squeeze of her sensitive nibbles. I could tell my stick shift was being driven by an expert. She worked my head between her thumb and forefinger and spread my pre-cum along the shaft for lubrication. Just as I felt my balls tingle, she released my johnson and sat back on the bed. Lara finished the removal of her threadbare jean shorts, and then wriggled out of her blue bikini bottoms. I quickly pulled off my shirt, boxers and jeans, just to make things equal and to let her take in the muscular torso that accompanied my championship dick. Our bodies meshed back together. I reached down and began to finger Laras moist tunnel. She rewarded me with a good long squeeze of my cock. I began to pump my index finger into a well-lubricated hole, while my thumb sawed her engorged clit. Her moans of pleasure told me I was hitting all the right spots. With startling ferociousness, Lara shifted her weight and sank her face into my crotch. I had to strain a bit to keep up with her movements, but I nearly lost consciousness when her mouth hit my cock. She concentrated her first kisses onto the very tip, pushing her tongue tip into my slit and rimming the whole head with admirable precision. I nearly blew my load right then and there. I had never received a blowjob quite like this one. Lara, however, was very into it. She worked her way down my shaft, licking the sensitive skin along the underside and occasionally teasing my tingling flesh with her front teeth. I reciprocated as best I could by adding my middle finger to my index fingers invasion of her steaming hot hole. My finger pumping matched her frenetic licking until we both were about to let loose. I was the first to succumb. My dick jumped and, before I could help it, squirted cum into the back of her throat. Lara swallowed like a trooper and even managed to suction a little more of my seed out. Through it all I soldiered on as my fingers continued their assault of her cunt. She released her mouth from my cock and moaned. I jammed a third finger into her slit, and she went off like a firecracker; screaming with pleasure. The force of her orgasm drove her into my chest. I gently stroked her hair, still basking in the rush of feeling from the incredible blowjob she had just administered to me. She moved over to my side and kissed me on the cheek. Thanks, I said, meaning it. Cheryl doesnt know what shes missing, she breathed. I stared at the ceiling, but Lara, recovering, was now striding confidently out of the room, going to take a shower. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had a serene, sly smile on her face. I followed her to the door with my eyes, the swaying in her ass, firm yet feminine, and the gentle, playful jiggling of her breasts brought back the tingling in my balls. But I continued to lay there, savoring the feeling and thinking things through. I thought for a second and then came to the conclusion that I was thinking too much. I got up and went for my wallet in my jeans pocket. Inside was a condom that I kept stocked for just such an occasion. My rod had never fully subsided from the blowjob and with a few strokes it was primed again. I took the Trojan Magnum XL rubber out of its gold foil wrapper and slid it down my shaft, getting a nice, snug fit. I heard the water running and got up and went in the shower with Lara. I thought at first she was startled to see me, but then I happily learned that she wasnt. Bout time, she said, smiling. She put her arms around my neck and stood on her toes, lips finding mine. My hands slid down her back to her soft ass, holding her ass cheeks as she kissed my mouth over and over. She sent her tongue eagerly into my mouth as I pulled her body against mine. My covered dick slid against her stomach as her tongue explored my mouth. She pulled back from me a little, bringing her hands down between our bodies and grabbing my long, thick cock. My hands caressed her breasts as I began to kiss under her chin and down her neck. We were both breathing heavily as I made my way down her chest. My lips brushed against her wet skin as I brought a hand down between her legs. I ran my fingers over her and she parted her legs slightly. As my lips engulfed the nipple of her breast, my fingers could feel the soaking wetness of her slit. Lara lifted her left leg and placed a foot on the side of the tub, giving herself to me. I briefly stared at her beautiful pussy. Her pink lips were swollen and quivering, surrounded by neatly trimmed curls of her pubic hair. I placed my mouth over her cunt and slipped my tongue inside her. She sighed, running her hand back behind my head, guiding me. My tongue twirled around inside her, tasting her. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, running my tongue up and down them as she squirmed above me. My hands were gripping her ass tightly as I released the lips of her cunt. I slowly licked up her slit to her sensitive clit, and she gasped. Her hand was pushing my head into her a little harder now, as I was now in an area where she wanted me to stay. Her chest was heaving as she breathed laboriously. My tongue teased over her clit, running up and down over it lightly. I sucked her tiny button into my mouth, running my tongue back and forth over it rapidly, forcing the helpless girl over the edge. She moaned and called out, wincing as an orgasm washed over her. She rubbed her pussy against my face as she came. Then I stopped, pulling my head back, and got to my feet. She was panting, still trying to recover as my lips found hers. She kissed me back breathlessly, sloppily. She needed me, I could tell. I spun her around roughly. My cock twitching to be inside this girl, her ass bent naked over before me. I had spun her around to jam my cock into her, but now I found myself helplessly sinking to my knees again behind her. She was no doubt caught by surprise so when she felt my lips kissing her ass cheeks. I used my hands to spread her cheeks apart, massaging them as I kissed all over each of her cheeks. I could see her tight little asshole, and her swollen pussy underneath, and my kisses went closer and closer to her crack. I kissed her slit, and she gasped again. I buried my face in her ass as my tongue slid back into her cunt, tasting her once more. Lara now had her left foot in the tub and her right foot on the edge of the tub as she gave herself to me completely. My tongue relentlessly licked at her slit, and she squirmed, toes curling. I kissed her pussy one more time before slowly licking at the skin that was between her pussy and her asshole. She sighed, my tongue teasing her. My tongue circled her tight asshole as my hands spread her ass wide apart. I forced my tongue into her asshole, and Lara was caught off guard. She made no move to stop me. I began to slide my tongue in and out of her asshole as my hands caressed her ass. I ran my one hand underneath her, rubbing her slit as I tongued her asshole. She moaned and sighed softly. She began to rub her pussy against my hand as I licked the inside of her hole over and over. Still rubbing her clit with my fingers, I ran my tongue back down to her slit and licked at it. She was leaning forward with her hands on the edge of the tub as I ate her out from behind, my fingers manipulating her clitoris. My mouth engulfed her pussy, my hand being replaced by my tongue on her clit. She cried out. But I was too horny to keep licking her. I didnt want my condom to go to waste, so I stood up behind her while she quivered and moaned, trying to regain control of herself. I let my fat cock club her ass cheek, slapping at her a few times. Put it in! she gasped insistently. I ran my thick cock down the crack of her ass as she bent over further for me. I ran the head down her slit until it reached the entrance to her treasure. I pushed forward, I could feel her tight, hot pussy stretch wide and allowing the first couple of inches of my dick to penetrate inside. She moaned. While the shower beat down on my back, I pulled my dick out of her. I could see the pink lips of her pussy pull outwards along with my thick cock as I withdrew it. I put it back in position and pushed hard. She cried as I forced more than half of my huge dick into her. I grabbed the soft sides of her tanned ass and began to fuck her wet pussy using only half of my dick. She needed to get used to my size. Then Lara purred. My cock felt so nice gliding in and out of her twat like that. Then I jammed my entire cock into her, pressing my groin hard against her ass. I loved how her hot pussy gripped my manhood, and I began to really fuck her from behind. I slapped against her ass over and over, causing her cheeks to shake with every impact. She moaned with each stroke of my long rod slamming into her needy cunt over and over again. The rhythmic slapping went on as my groin hit against her wet ass. Her tits were swinging back and forth to the rhythm as my stiff rod filled her hole faster and faster. She let out a long moan. Her cunt was pulsating around my cock as I continued to jackhammer into her. But then after what must have been twenty minutes, I felt myself losing it. This chick was just too hot, and seeing her all wet like this, seeing her beautiful assthat was all it took. I grunted, and then managed crudely, Can I cum on your face? Yes! she gasped, smiling. My long cock slid all the way out of her horny pussy, and she scrambled onto her knees before me. I pulled off my rubber and stroked my long, nearly ten inches of dick directly in front of her. That oh, so beautiful face smiling up at me. Then I groaned, prick jerking in my hand. A long, thick stream of semen sprayed out the end and splashed on Laras face, the stream hitting from the bottom of her forehead, across her right eye to her cheek. She was barely able to blink in time before the hot fluid hit her face. She now had just one eye open as my dick spasmed again. This time my cum shot underneath her eye on her upper cheek. I was cumming faster now, but with less force as I covered her tanned cheeks with my sticky substance. She eagerly grabbed my cock in her small hand and stroked it. Some more jizz appeared on the tip of my cock and she licked it off. With our initial lust sated, Lara wiped my magnificent load of cream off her face. We stood up and exchanged a few kisses before I grabbed a towel from the wall and wrapped it around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom as Lara started toweling off and I realized that I was stiffening up again. Fuck it was like my dick was made out of steel and the musky odor of our sex in the place was so hot. I walked back in to Cheryls room to check out the picture of us taken at prom while I waited for Lara to come out, and hopefully the opportunity of another fuck or a blowjob. Just them I froze at the sound of the door opening. Cheryl was coming in, sighing with exhaustion but humming softly to herself. Would she walk into her own room to find me standing in front of her bed, naked, very aroused, and wrapped in a towel? So, naturally, I just stood there for a few minutes, not relaxing. I slowly walked to the door of her room and peeked around the corner. There were three shirts on the floor. Two I assumed belonged to Lara and Cheryl. The third belonged to a tall, leggy black woman, probably Sabine, who was draping herself across the couch. And she was not wearing a bra. Droplets of sweat gleamed as they formed on her small, but very firm breasts, and on her little cone-shaped nipples. Occasionally a drop would start to fall down her ebony skin. She ran her hand lazily along her incredibly long, slim torso and legs. Cheryl was also not only topless but had stripped down to just her panties. Cheryl sidled up to Sabine, coming to rest on the couch next to Sabines head. Her left hand gently stroked Sabines forehead. Cmon, she whispered seductively, Lets get to my room and close the door before our roommate comes out of the shower. I dont know if I can wait that long, baby, cooed Sabine in return. She ran her long fingers up Cheryls thigh to her crotch and slipped her hand under Cheryls panties. This was better than HBO or Showtime. Cheryl squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. But we only just met, she murmured between breaths. But its been so long since I. Her last words were cut off by another gasp; with the agility of a veteran, Sabine had flipped Cheryl on her stomach, wrapped one of Cheryls legs around the other side of her head. Sabines head was bobbing up and down, and she was making slurping, guttural noises. Cheryls eyes were still squeezed shut, and she was whimpering rhythmically. Cheryl started to fondle herself: cupping her own breasts and stroking forward to pinch her own nipples, faster and faster, stopping now and then to reach down to her crotch, lubricating her hands with a mixture of Sabines saliva and her own now freely flowing pussy juice. I was getting very absorbed in the feast before my eyes. Very absorbed in an uplifting kind of way. Sabines dark, firm ass bobbed in front of me. Suddenly I was overcome by the desire to climb on top of her and ride her like a bitch in heat. In fact I was so absorbed that I didnt realize I was now standing in the doorway until Lara came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Cheryl! exclaimed Lara surprised. Lara? she asked momentarily startled. Then her eyes really popped open when she saw me standing there naked, wrapped in a towel that was tented with a massive erection. Marc? she asked dumbfounded. OHHHH, FUCK! she cried out, looking first at me, then at Lara, then quickly at me again, then even more quickly at Sabine. Scrambling wildly, she slid out from underneath her dyke pussy-diving companion like a teenager about to shoot off without a rubber. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! she exclaimed, naked as the day of her birth. Her panties were somewhere in a corner of the room now, and she felt guiltily exposed to the entire world. She was naked, I was naked, Lara was naked and so was Sabine. Yep, everyone was pretty much bare-assed and from the look on Cheryls face, she was finding the whole situation very, very wrong. One thing that was clear was that Cheryl was gonna bolt out the door. Cheryl, wait! called Lara, still standing in the bathroom doorway holding a toothbrush clamped between the thumb and forefinger of her hand, and the toothpaste coated the sides of her mouth and made her voice sound funny. She dropped the toothbrush suddenly when the bath towel she was wearing promptly fell off. Her breasts fell out and bobbed noticeably as she quickly stooped to catch the towel around herself again. An incredible blush, having started on her nose and slightly freckled cheeks, spread like wildfire to the tops of those incredible tits, and I noticed it all. My dick, which had been going limp, got even harder when she covered up again. Suddenly I remembered where I was and clumsily tried to obscure my raging boner with both hands. Cheryl was at the hallway door in a flash, having snatched her raincoat off the floor near the couch and flung it over her body. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes turned almost as red as Laras blush. Oh, shit! said Lara, a worried frown clouding her face. She looked at me, and I looked back sheepishly, embarrassed more for her than for me. Lara looked back at Sabine, who had sat up on the sofa and held the knuckles of her right hand to her forehead, resting her elbow on the arm of the couch. She was still brazenly naked, and although she had plainly wiped Cheryls juices off her mouth, there was a faint sheen of sweat across her breasts and neck, and her breathing was irregular. She looked up and wrinkled her brow at Lara, who tied the towel more tightly around her body. Shit is right, sister, said Sabine with a stupid, shit-eating grin on her face and she laughed lightly. Well it seemed like the party was over for one night, so I grabbed my boxers off the floor in Cheryls room and put them on. I had to squeeze my dick into the resisting fabric. I darted back into the main room. Ill go get her, I said, looking at Lara intently, not understanding myself. I guess it was because we knew each other, but no one else here did. No, replied Lara, walking quickly toward me. She passed me and retreated into Cheryls room. Id better do it. God only knows what she thinks of you right now. God only knows what shed do to you. This is definitely not a job for a man. Lara picked up a few articles of her own clothing off the floor and hastily threw them on Cheryls bed. The towel came off, and she bent over to grab her jeans. I stole a look at her firm, ripe ass and the sides of her breasts, which were the only parts showing. I looked away, back into the main room, and Sabine rose from the couch and looked toward me. Look, dont worry about it. Its probably my fault anyway, said Sabine, a wry smile on her face. She wrinkled her brow and smoothed back her hair, completely oblivious, apparently, to the fact that she was completely nude. As her arms moved up and back, I saw her breasts slowly stretch from slightly sagging, to round, then pulled up at the sides, and then sort of squared off in front of the armpits as both arms leaned into a stretch behind her. Sabine shut her eyes and crunched her eyebrows, and then she quickly opened her eyes widely and looked straight at me. The effect was mesmerizing. Her dark brown nipples, hard and erect in the coolness of the main room, were unlike any I had ever seen before, and it wasnt just the color. She kept her gorgeous eyes fixated on me as she bent and picked up her shirt. Her breasts almost stayed completely still, they were so firm and tight. In a simple, graceful move, Sabine slipped the t-shirt over her head and pulled it down just past her cunt. Yeah, whats up with that? asked Lara, returning from Cheryls bedroom with her shirt scrunched up in both hands over her head. I caught one last glimpse of her bouncing breasts as she moved quickly into the room again before the shirt covered them up defiantly once again. Her blush had faded, and now her eyes were tightened slightly in slits as she looked at Sabine, as if trying to comprehend. Look, I just gave her a little booze at the mixer, we started dancing in a big group, and she kissed me, said Sabine, closing her eyes tightly while she said the words. When she opened them again, they were staring straight at Lara. Its weird, but she got all up on me, and she just leaned in and planted a pretty good one right on my lips. Lara looked at me questioningly. Hell, I said, shrugging and offering what little I knew, Its not like we ever went out or anything. Which might actually explain why we never went out. I shot a glance back toward Sabine and grinned quickly, stupidly. Suddenly I felt really, really dumb. Well, whichever one it is, pissed at you, pissed at me, pissed at him, or just plain embarrassed, sighed Lara, I guess Ill find out soon enough. She grabbed a torn jean jacket off a chair just inside her own bedroom and walked toward the hallway. Just tell the cops its me if they find somebody at the bottom of the lake with her eyes clawed out. With a crooked smile toward me first and then Sabine, she left. Be good, Marc! she cried from the stairwell, just before the door to the hallway swung shut. Her voice carried with it a note of distinct sarcasm, and I wondered how to take it. So I left my position and slumped into the couch, deep in thought. I ran a hand through my hair, staring out the window into the night. In front of me, Sabine gracefully fished her pants off the floor and slipped them on, buckling only the bottom of two belts on her slacks and leaving the fly open. So who the hell are you, besides Marc? said Sabine in a tone that seemed to me to be neither playful nor fully sarcastic. Yo! Romeo! Is there anything I should know about you, I said, she pressed firmly, looking at me intently, bending over and holding her knees. Cheryl know you or something? Yeah, I replied. I sank back further into the couch. Sabine was grinning again. Her teeth were perfect. They looked so smooth. Sabine pushed the hair out of her eyes again, but this time only with one hand and while bending over. Her breasts hung against the shirt, but I couldnt see down the neck. Her hair, done in an assortment of narrow braids, clicked together at the ends where little yellow clasps kept the thin braids from falling out. The sound was soothing somehow. We never dated or anything, I said, If thats what youre asking. We just went to high school together. But she was in love with you? said Sabine, straightening herself out and then she sat down at the other end of the couch, reclining against the arm and looking right at me. I cant image why, I said, scratching myself through my boxers. I had sunk deep enough into the sofa that my bare skin didnt feel too cold in the now-chilly room. I was finally starting to feel relaxed again. Sabine slid nearer to me. Yes? I asked in a whisper after a long pause. There was something about Sabine that really put me on edge. Suddenly I felt my stomach turn inside out, and the blood rushed to my thighs, my cock swelling uncontrollably, and it poked out the top of my boxers. With one quick motion I shoved it back down between my legs before it burst out through the fabric. I should have put on my jeans. Baby, sighed Sabine, furrowing her brow teasingly, Have you got yourself all hot and bothered? She smiled warmly and looked down at my crotch, then back up at my face. Dont make fun, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front of me and turning away. My dick wanted to jump out and proclaim its ardent lust for Sabine and her tight boobs, beautiful teeth, and enchanting eyes, but I knew she was just playing around with me. Hey now, cried Sabine, giving my leg a little shove and withdrawing her hand, What, do you think? Im a lesbian? You think I dont like guys? I paused, reconsidering, but she didnt let me interject. Look, she scolded, voice rising, Just cause I like girls too doesnt mean I dont like dicks, asshole! She glared at me reprovingly, then straightened her back and looked down at me with a closed-lip smile, I think you need convincing. Things began to move in the same kind of slow-motion that occurs whenever adrenaline rushes to your brain before an argument or a fight, or in the midst of a nasty accident that you see happening just before you cant possibly stop it. I looked up toward Sabine. She pulled her hair back from her head just as she had done twice before, and my eyes fell to her chest. Minutes passed, it seemed. Her breasts rose and stretched through the fabric, and I looked back at her face, which maintained the closed-lip smile, but I saw a sparkle in her eyes. She held her arms above her head for what seemed like infinity and took a deep breath, letting it sigh out of her lungs. She pursed her lips, and their fullness, already shocking, was enhanced even more. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly, wanted to feel them kissing me, lingering over my face, my neck, my chest, my dick. Take it off. I want to see how much you want this, said Sabine, still stretching her arms back behind her head, as she glanced toward my crotch and then back up to my face. She shook her head and her hair clacked together entrancingly. I grabbed my boxers, working them quickly off my hips and down to the ground. My mouth was dry, and I looked down and saw my dick beating slowly to the rhythm of my heart, rising quickly into the air. I looked back at her and felt like I had lost the power of speech. I hadnt even felt this turned on with Lara! Wow, man, she said, Youre hung like a brother. Bigger, I assured her. Yes, you are. This is gonna be fun! Sabine winked at me, smiled a wide, toothy smile, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. As the fabric left her body, it clung to her breasts and pulled them quickly up, and they snapped back into place and jiggled slightly. I felt saliva reenter my mouth and control return to my face, and I breathed deeply and let it out in slow pants. Somehow having seen them confined beneath the shirt, I appreciated her breasts a great deal more now. Sabine grinned and stretched her arms for me again. They were perfectly shaped for her body, not too big or too small, and the graceful lines describing the slopes of the undersides of her breasts back to her armpits were exquisitely formed. While stretching, she suddenly leaned forward and almost hit me right in the face with her chest, bringing her arms back around and taking my head in both hands. She growled in my left ear and bit it almost too hard, and I sat up away from the back of the couch, pushing her up with me. Her knees came around on either side of my hips, and my hands encircled her body and rubbed the flesh on her back. My fingers fanned out and stroked her warm, supple skin, feeling the ridges of her spine and following the upside-down ledges of her shoulder blades down and around to the spaces just behind and to the side of her tits. Her tongue splashed all over my ear, and her hot breath lit me up. I slid my hands, thumbs first, to her chest and enclosed both breasts in my fingers. My thumbs and second fingers squeezed and pinched her nipples, floating over the tight, hard flesh and then retreating to the skin around her nipples. Her pants-covered crotch rubbed back and forth against my dick, which had by now filled up completely and stood at attention. She crushed my lusty tool, first pushing it back against my abs, then forward and down towards my thighs. Her lips found mine, and she bit my lower lip and pulled it slightly away from my jaw. My hand left her breasts and slid down to her ass, where I felt the pocket ridges and seams catch at my fingernails. I slammed her ass harder onto my crotch with each rocking motion she made, intensifying the brutal treatment my willing rod was receiving. It was getting beat up, and I fucking loved it. Sabine slipped down to my neck and sucked and bit until I felt the blood rush in hot, itching torrents to the spot where she labored. Her hot breath smoked over my skin, and I felt delirious with lust. Sabine slipped her knees back and down to the floor, and she grabbed my cock in both hands, stroking it between her palms. I groaned and Sabine bent forward, slipping my dick between her breasts and pressing it into her modest cleavage, angled up so that the sensitive underside was rubbing against her skin the most. She paused and held my johnson motionless, staring at me with her mouth slightly open and her breathing deep but regular. I let out a long, low moan, shivering in delight and at the sudden coolness I was experiencing in her absence. I felt myself throb, and a small stream of glistening precum pushed out the end and ran down. Got a condom? asked Sabine. She began to rub my dick with one hand while keeping it flat against her chest with the other. I looked down at her and swore that her breasts had swollen by a little amount; when she rubbed me, they swayed back and forth. I was mesmerized by their motion and had to concentrate when I suddenly felt an internal pulling in my dick. With relief, I headed off the ejaculation and sighed. Suddenly I remembered the question. Fuck! I said, blowing air in exasperation, remembering that it was already gone and I hadnt had a chance to go to the drug store yet and renew my supply. I felt the blood begin slowly to leave my cock as I sighed with dejection, Of course youre not on the pill? Nope, she replied. She looked down and saw the rigidity of my shaft lessen slightly; it bent further back as she hugged it to her chest. Hey, hey baby, she sang, pulling her eyebrows up and together, Dont you go anywhere on me. I thought for sure Larad have given you an extra. Huh? Shes got some fucking condoms, Marc! Didnt you use one before? Sabine let my cock fall out of her hand and got up, breasts swaying ever so slightly, I know she has a whole box of em right in her closet, and she told me about em, in case I ever needed one or something. I kinda thought she was bragging. I guess not. I heard her rummaging through Laras closet. My dick, while still thick, had dwindled in size a little. My noticing it made it shrink a little more. What the hell am I doing? I muttered to myself, Christ! Two roommates in one night? I was gonna get a dangerous reputation before I even deserved it. Sabine came back with one of those familiar foil squares in one hand. She circled around behind me and insinuating both arms under mine. She traced circles on my broad chest with one edge of the condom and slowly rubbed her breasts against my back. I got one. Were okay, she cooed in my ear, shaking her head back, her locks clacked together again. What do I have to do, beg? whispered Sabine, sensing some indecision. I felt the points of her nipples pressing into my back. I felt the exact spots of the contact, and she began to run her fingernails up and down my chest, down all the way to my crotch and back up again. My hands slowly met hers and covered them on their circulating paths around my body. Her right hand stole down to my balls and cupped them, and the tingling spread from my balls all the way up my spine and burst into my head, eliciting a shiver. Sabines left hand joined her right and curled around my expanding cock, slowly jacking up and down on the hot rod. The condom must have gone into a pants pocket or something. My hands left the backs of hers and traveled back behind my head, where I grasped hers and bent around to find her lips. I opened my mouth and met hers in an engaging kiss that soon evolved into some major frenching. Sabine smacked her lips against mine and continued to pull on my dick until I completely lost control and spun around in place, grabbing both breasts and savagely fondling them. She groaned loudly but was almost completely muffled by my mouth. Her hands ran up and down my back as I continued stroking her breasts and palming the nipples, pushing her tits apart, then together, then both up. When I lowered my head to her chest and tried to suck in her left nipple, she pushed me away and backed toward the couch. She stood smirking, biting her lower lip. She ran her hands through her hair again, and I almost passed out. My dick swelled even higher than usual as I watched her breasts get pulled up and then out again. Get in that fucking bedroom, asshole, growled Sabine in mid-stroke, her arms still extended above her head. My knees were about to buckle beneath me, so I slowly turned around and looked into the dark bedroom that was Sabines and Laras. I started to shuffle inside, looking over my shoulder at Sabine, who kept her arms raised while following me, and then dropped them quickly. I stepped through and into the darkness, and Sabine switched on the light and quickly closed the bedroom door. Get on the bed, she commanded, pointing to the bed just to the left of the door. The other one must be Laras. I lay down obediently, my raging hard-on pointing straight up into the air. Sabine slipped the condom packet out of her back pocket, threw it on my chest, and then fumbled with the fastened belt buckle on her pants. I picked up the foil and looked at it, almost completely missing the show in front of me. Sabine had undone her pants, and she pulled them off her hips and let them slump to the floor. Naked, she was breathtaking in the clear light of the bedroom, and I gasped, but she didnt let me have a good look. The vision of her smooth, brown body with its beautiful curves, dark hair on her mound, and hair in braids reaching past her shoulders imprinted itself in my brain. I swallowed hard again. She quickly kneeled over me, grabbed my dick and held it right in front of her cunt, which was already dribbling juices down one thigh. Gimme that thing, she said, nodding at the foil wrapper. I fumbled with the package and finally tore it open, handing the rolled-up rubber to her. She jacked me quickly, running her fingers up and down my instrument, playing it hard, and her breasts heaved. It was a normal size condom made for an average sized man, not one of the extra large ones I preferred for comfort. My dick was well on its way to being twice the length and width of an average dude. It was so tight that when she placed the roll on the head of my dick, I thought Id cum right then and there, and I to struggle for control. She rolled the condom down my dick and pulled the tip out a little when she was done, just like youre supposed to. And I was actually about to say something, having fought off another orgasm, when Sabine suddenly reared up and slipped my condom-clad dick right into her cunt. I watched it disappear into her depths in one long dive, and my breath caught. I felt the pull of the latex as I slid inside. She was so hot; I thought I wouldnt be able to last more than a minute. Sabine bent forward in a quick motion and hit the pillow on either side of my head with her elbows. Her face hovered slightly above mine. Her dark brown eyes swallowed me up, and I stared deeply into them. Relax, she sighed, shaking her head, like I was a virgin on prom night or something, Let me do the work on that big donkey dick of yours. She smiled and began a long, slow grind. The pleasure of the motion boiled up, and as she reached the base of my dick, her clitoris was forced back into her pubic bone and rubbed between it and my soft flesh. Sabine moaned, closing her eyes and mashing her breasts against my chest. I moved my hands up to her ass, and I stroked and fondled both cheeks lovingly. When she pulled herself back off me, I let up on the pressure, and when she thrust forward again, I pushed her further down onto my dick. The feeling was sensational. I was buried in the tightest, warmest, smoothest place I thought Id ever felt, and the condom was actually helping me keep from shooting off. Sabine grunted, sliding her pelvis up and then back down again more quickly than before. She bit her lip and hovered about a foot from my face. Damn, she moaned, increasing the speed with which she sheathed and unsheathed my dick in her vagina, This is the biggest dick I ever had! When she started to pick up speed, I shifted my hands from her ass to her tits. They swayed up and down ever so slightly with the fucking, and I lazily stroked them in and out of reach as they went up and away from me and then back down again with her movements. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and opened them again, staring right into hers. I grabbed her nipples and pinched them. She closed her eyes for a second but opened them again, still not looking at me. I pinched again, harder, and she moaned and closed her eyes, but still kept her gaze fixated on some object to my left and over my shoulder. I used my fingernails, and I literally gouged her nipples, starting softly and then building the pressure until her moan grew into a low wail. She shoved her pelvis onto me, and I felt the tightness increase and my cock throb in response. She was looking straight into my eyes now, and her motions slowed but picked up tremendously in intensity. It was like she was taking me in all the way up to my ass or something. I felt like my whole body was a giant piston inside her cunt, and I suddenly had to concentrate on something else to keep from spraying. I scrunched up my lower body, trying to slide my head down to her chest, and she obliged me, riding higher up and bending my dick flatter against my belly. My mouth found her nipple, and I bit her harder than I intended to. The pulling sensation was reaching a critical level, and I lost myself in passion. Sabine cried out in ecstasy and unexpectedly shifted into double-time on my dick. Pumping like a mad dog, she heaved her pelvis up and down on me in such a fashion that my breath was crushed out of me, and I wheezed on her breasts while I continued to chew and lick her right nipple. She quickly forced my other hand over to her left nipple, and I began to twist and pull it as well. We were drenched in sweat, and Sabine was near exploding. The perspiration dribbled off her forehead and onto the pillow directly below her. Her pubic bone dug into the soft flesh above my dick, and I almost cried out in pain as her thrusts became more and more powerful. Yet the pain somehow turned me on so much that my dick swelled and pulsed inside her tight cunt. Sabine let out the wail of a warrior, intensifying her efforts to an incredible degree. The whole bed was shaking and creaking, and I could barely manage a breath in between being squished by her pistoning body. Her breasts jiggled back and forth, her nipples almost felt as hard as my teeth, and her clit had sunk back away from her hole. She bawled after a deep breath, and her thrusts gradually lost their strength. I felt my entire body wet; my crotch felt like it was underwater, and her cunt felt entirely new. It was suddenly looser, which was saying something, and my dick continued to sway in and out and around inside. I backed off from her nipples with my teeth and merely sucked them between lip and tongue and made little circles. She had come, and come buckets, and my dick felt like it was going to explode. Need . . . something . . . else? gasped Sabine, riding out the last of her orgasm atop me. Her face was limp, like the rest of her body, but she suddenly came back to life and began to rub her crotch against mine again, but with less vigor. Ah, I groaned. I buried my face in her cleavage, and she reached down and clamped her breasts around my face. Sabine pushed herself onto me exceptionally hard, and my dick suddenly clenched up and began its lightning-fast climb to orgasm. My eyes shot open, and I started moaning. Deep inside her, my dick began its spasming, releasing semen inside the rubber. I had held it for as long as I could. The feeling was incredible, and my pumping seemed like it lasted for a whole minute. When I was finally done, I crumpled back onto the blanket. Sabine slipped my dick out of her dripping cunt, holding onto the open end of the rubber, which had miraculously held out, and rolled off me. She pulled me up so that I could rest my head on the pillow, and she laid her head back into the depression between my shoulder and neck. Whew, was all that I could manage to mutter and I closed my eyes in utter satisfaction. Its been one hell of a first day. * * * Copyright 2005, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.

"Lady In Red" by Eagle1 (MF, M+/F+, orgy) You remember what it was like in high school right? You worked so hard for just one fuck, but everything was always so awkward. Most high school girls put up a fight for every little feel. Youd spend so much time and money romancing a girl and then all you got at the end of the evening was a good night kiss. How many nights did you spend jerking off thinking about some goddess who sat two rows ahead of you in math class, who teased you mercilessly on date, but who wouldnt ever close the deal? Of course some guys were luckier than others. While the chess club only got to beat their meat for four years, the jocks usually could always score off one of the more obliging cheerleaders or maybe one of the preppy wannabe sluts. You know the type: some hot little bitch that couldnt wait to get your pants down and suck you off as long as you were on one of the sports teams. But even that usually only amounted to a blowjob. Maybe shed jerk you off after practice. Sweaty nights in the backs of cars were few and far between. Whatever you got though: kiss, suck or fuck, youd still made the most out of it, bragging about some lay to the rest of your posse, trying to one up their own adventures. Most of those girls I knew in high school were worried about their reputations. But there were enough exceptions to fill my dance card during those years. I remember this one time with a girl up against the wall behind the bleachers in the gym, she was tight, but hell, you know what I mean, man. Even now, as many times as I got laid in high school, I still get hard just thinking about all that unused snatch. Then I went to college! That was a whole other story altogether. It seemed like once you got to college, women were just lining up. There were no more of those stuck up, uptight, frigid types either. These women were smart, beautiful members of the sexual revolution. This was the real world. Youd cross the quad, flash a handsome smile, and it didnt seem like you had to do anything more than snap your fingers at them before youd be in their beds in no time. Hell, you didnt even have to ask. These chicks would come up to you and give you their numbers! And the best part? They didnt expect you to make any pretense of love either. Those were the days! Those were the nights. And one of those nights was one I remember from a little bash that was thrown by my fraternity to celebrate some college event. Itd been quite a party and there were quite a few people there. I made my rounds, it was expected. Then I saw her. Id seen this girl around. She was fine. Youd never forget that face. Or that ass. She was a little Latina filly in a red dress that was so high, and so low, it showed off just about enough to make you crazy. She had long, black hair and a deep tan on her smooth skin. I kept seeing her all night. First at the bar, then in the kitchen, and finally on the dance floor. My buddy Doug said her name was Theresa. But she went by Resa for short. I could tell she was into me. She had to be because she kept running into me! I wasnt even trying to make it happen. On the dance floor she came right up to me and ground her ass against my package. She had to know what she was doing to me. But I couldnt seem to get her alone for five seconds. She was more slippery than a greased weasel. Late in the evening the party started to wind down a bit, but Resa and I still hadnt managed to connect at all, despite sharing some very close encounters. I figured she was trying to avoid direct contact with me enough to keep my curiosity going strong. And by that point my curiosity wasnt all that was going strong, if you know what I mean. After I had lost track of her for awhile for the third time after grinding with her on the dance floor, I decided to head upstairs to see what was going on. My frat had a den upstairs in the house where we could smoke and hang out. There were a group of people in there playing drinking games. Seems like most everyone else in the house had started hooking up by then or had given up and gone home. I hadnt really been playing the scene like I would have been if Resa hadnt attracted so much of my attention. So I was getting pretty horny and would be more than a little pissed if I missed out on getting laid because of some phantom vision in a red dress. But there she was in the den. She was giving my frat brother, Doug, the biggest, longest, wettest kiss Id seen in a while. There was plenty of tongue action going on and everyone was cheering them. I felt an irrational pang of jealousy. Five minutes, man! Jamie, my other frat brother and former roommate, told him. Hey, dude, come up for air already! There were three girls and four guys in the room. I already mentioned Jamie and Doug. Another of my brothers who was there was Kelly the Red, so named because of his flaming red hair. The fourth guy I didnt know at the time, but whose name I later learned was Ian. The girls were Resa, Amy and Brenda. I knew Amy and Brenda. They were two sorority sisters from a neighboring house. I hadnt fucked them before, but Id always wondered what it might be like. I called them the titty sisters, for the very obvious reason that they both had two of the biggest pairs Ive seen outside of porn magazines. It turned out that Ian was Brendas boyfriend from back home. With no better prospects, I decided to join them. Turns out they were playing spin the bottle. Whoever spun the empty bottle had to take a drink from another very full bottle of beer and whoever the empty bottle landed on had to pull a dare from the hat, perform it, and then take their turn to spin. Doug took his drink and then spun the bottle. It landed on Ian. Ian pulled out a slip of paper that said he had to take off his shirt, which he did with about as much show as he could manage. He made a big deal out of it and the girls made a lot of noise. Ian took a drink. It was pretty obvious that we were all more than a little drunk. Ian spun the bottle pretty hard and it landed on Resa. The slip of paper said she had to give him a lap dance. I held my breath for a minute. At least whoever had come up with these dares had put a little thought into them, made them interesting. Resa was a consummate performer. She started moving real slow and sexy like and there wasnt even any music playing. She gave him a thorough going over. I couldnt get a real good view, but Doug was into it. He and Kelly kept nudging each other. It was obvious that Ian was hard. I looked over at Brenda, but she was just getting into the action too, enjoying the show. Brenda was giving Ian these sexy, longing looks, and making little playful gestures with her tongue. When Resa finally finished she got up nonchalantly and took her swig and spun the bottle. I had started eyeing Brenda and didnt even realize at first that the bottle had landed on me. Hey man, pay attention, said Kelly as he gave me a playful punch in the arm. After realizing what had happened, I reached into the hat and took out a piece of paper. It says: Spend seven minutes in heaven with the person who spun the bottle, I read. Doug started to laugh! And Jamie hollered. Dude, fuck yeah, lucky bastard! You can use the closet, Kelly said, motioning to the door across the room. I looked up at Resa. She only waited a second to get to her feet, heading for the closet. She gave me this come hither look. I just grinned and looked at the guys. See you in seven minutes, I said, as the catcalls followed me to the closet. Resa opened the door to the closet, and then went inside. I followed her and shut the door behind me. The light was dim, but I could see well enough. Well hurry up, she said smugly, Were on the clock. I got on my knees immediately and slid my hands up behind her long luscious thighs, pulling up her dress. She wasnt wearing any underwear and her pussy was beautifully shaved. It doesnt get any better than this, I thought, as I moved my lips to her pussy and started licking and sucking, moving my tongue over every nook and cranny. Man, she was getting so wet and heat emanated from her body in waves. I could feel her warmth on my face and her musky smell was all over the enclosed space. I set to work on her nether regions with a vengeance and she started moaning loudly. Man, it was so hot! I just wanted more and more of the taste of her. I could hear the muffled cheering from outside. Resa was very worked up and she came suddenly. There just was no other word to describe the onslaught from her pussy. She arched her back and held my face to her pussy as she finished. I stood up when she was done and pulled her dress up and over her head, so that all she had on was a lacy black bra. I expertly moved my hand to her back to undo the clasp. She was feeling the same urgency I was and she moved her hands over my chest and down my back, groping to get under my shirt. She quickly had the buttons undone and my chest naked. I had taken my hand and started cupping and stroking her gorgeous breast as I moved my tongue down to suck on her nipple. Her moans got louder. My breathing got heavier. The noise outside increased. I cant imagine what everyone else outside was thinking. Resa and I were so busy we were knocking stuff around everywhere without a care. I knew I had to have her and my cock felt like steel. Her hands were all over me. I reached behind her to cup her ass, pulling her close. Oh, your muscles, she sighed, feeling me, a sense of urgency in her voice, You are so hard all over. Darlin, I groaned in turn, I wanna fuck you. Oh, she moaned, Go ahead. I want you right now. I quickly pulled my emergency condom out of my wallet, which along with two others I kept for situations like this as she reached down to help me with my belt. Once it was loose my jeans fell to the floor. I pushed my boxers down too. I still had on my shoes, but I was in way too big a hurry to worry about them and get my jeans all the way off. I slipped the condom on. I grabbing her firmly by her ass and lifted her up to take better advantage of the situation. Using the back wall of the closet to pin her up against, and to keep my balance, I positioned her over my throbbing dick. I hope youre ready for the big time darlin! I said. Hurry up! she said impatiently, Ive waited all night for that fucking cock! I didnt need a further invitation. I knew where her hole was and I slid her down my nearly ten inch flagpole, gravity doing most of the work for us. What a fucking salute! I needed a second just to catch my breath. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, and with an intense heat. It was so velvety smooth. My animal lust kicked in and I started moving her up and down on my prick like there was no tomorrow. She had some incredible control and she really knew how to work the muscles in her cunt. Her tits were crushed against my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples imprinted on my chest. Come on baby, she whispered in my ear, Fuck me harder. I didnt think I could get any harder! I was having trouble getting the leverage, and I was getting a workout just keeping her in the air. Just then the closet door opened. Your seven minutes are up already! I heard Kelly say. I wasnt stopping for anyone. This Latina slut was going to get the ride of her life. Man, I said to him, Cant you see Im in the middle of something? Kelly just laughed, I can see that, man. I just thought maybe you two wanted to join the rest of us. I turned my head to get a better look and realized that Kelly was standing there buck-ass naked. Well alright, man, I laughed, Well be with you in a minute! I kept pumping into Resa and she was in full swing. I think she was cumming again from the moist, wet feeling I felt on my balls. Her moans went into overdrive and her fingers gripped the muscles of my back. I thought now would be the time to finish the bitch off. I went into overdrive, from merely hard thrusting to the rhythm of a jack hammer. I was, as Jamie would have put it, like a hamster in heat. Resas pussy was flexing in response and her juices were now flooding down my balls to my thighs. Understandably as it is a pretty intense experience to be fucked by an almost ten inch dick. You ready for me to cum, bitch? I snarled at her. My balls were churning and I let loose, my cum squirting up in the condom buried deep inside her. I kept thrusting to make the most of the sensation. And damn it all I think the bitch was even cumming again! When I finally finished, I continued to hold her up for a minute as we kissed full on the mouth. Kissing after sex is so fucking hot. My dick had gotten softer and it pulled out of her as I lifted her up and off of me, setting her gently on the ground. I threw the used condom on the floor. Resa smiled at me, gave me a sexy little flick of her tongue, and walked out of the closet into the den. I took a second to take off the rest of my clothes and followed her to see what was going on. When I stepped outside I saw that Doug, Kelly and Jamie were all standing around Amy. And Amy was on her hands and knees giving Doug one hell of a blowjob. Kelly and Jamie were both holding their dicks, slowly stroking them. I turned my head and saw Ian on top of his girl Brenda, really nailing it to her on top of the couch. Resa didnt waste any time. She walked over to Jamie and pulled him to her by grabbing on to his pecker. She got on her knees and started to suck him off. Hey, man, I called over to him, You should try that hole, its tight. He just let his head fall back and said, Oh, yeah, man. I was more interested in Brenda at that point. My cock sprang back like it had a life of its own. It had the right idea. Ian had started to groan louder and in a couple seconds he came in his girls pussy grunting. He just stood there and I was feeling the need to fuck. I went over to him and muscled him off Brenda, his dick made a slurping sound as it was pulled out. He just looked at me stunned. Although we were the same height, my frame was much thicker than his, densely packed with muscle from eight intense years of working out. I made one tough looking customer and I knew he didnt want to mess with me. Looking down I surveyed his little dick and wondered how it kept a girl like Brenda satisfied. Hey pencil dick, I asked him, motioning to the armchair, Why dont you go over there and amuse yourself? Turning back to Brenda, I said, Are you ready for a little more action, darlin? Want to feel some real meat in your pussy? She smiled traitorously at me, Bring it on stud! Ian didnt make a move. I sat down on the couch and she got down on her knees right away and started sucking my dick. I like a suck as much as the next guy, but I was in the mood for a little tighter, wetter action. I fucking love sloppy seconds. Maybe its the fact that Im a country boy at heart or that I was brought up to share. I just dont know, but I love used cunt. When I do a virgin, she always seems to have some pain taking all my nearly ten inches of big, thick dick. Find a used fuck hole and you never have any problems! Still feels tight, but goes in like a well oiled machine after a few strokes. Get on your knees bitch! I ordered her. Ian eyed me wearily. Give your boyfriend a blowjob, I told her. Ian apparently didnt need any more excuse. He moved off that armchair so fast I thought I saw smoke. He was in front of her and soon she was sucking on his hardening dick. Okay, darlin, hold on! I instructed Brenda. I wanted her bareback, so that I could feel all that warm pussy juice and wet cum. I slid myself inside her damp, wet and waiting hole. She was not as tight as Resa, but considering that she had just been fucked by Ians little pencil dick, she was feeling none too bad around my cock. I was going to give her a good stretching to remember my passing. Ian said to me, Man, you know shes never fucked anyone but me before. Strangely, however, he didnt seem too bothered anymore. Probably because his dick was in her mouth. I know its been my experience that Ill agree to just about anything while Im getting a blowjob. Ian was probably no different. Theres a first time for everything, I told him, pulling out momentarily to survey my handiwork. Shes had the man, now its time to have the legend. Quit talking, she told me, pausing for a second from servicing her boyfriend. She was wet and still juicing, cum and pussy juice all mixing together. I pushed inside her again, my dick getting well oiled in the process. I slid in and out of her pussy a couple more times and decided to go all the way. Ians cum had my dick really lubed, so I pulled out and positioned myself against the tender cheeks of her ass. My tip was wedged against the bud of her asshole. In retrospect I probably could have been gentler, but with the amount of alcohol I drank that night I was feeling a little mean. I pressed against her. The head of my cock felt so big and thick against her tight sphincter. I pressed and pressed and pressed and then I was in. I pushed some more and pushed and shoved, her whole body shaking, as I forced myself further into her. She opened her eyes in pain and surprise and tried to scream out but whatever came out was muffled around Ians prick. And then my thighs were pressed fully against her ass, lost in my own masculine power, and feeling really, really big insider her really, really tight space. I groaned and grunted, Oh babyyoure so fucking tight! I needed to tell her. She deserved to know. She was so tight that it was actually hurting slightly; her virgin ass was stretched like never before. I withdrew a bit and then suddenly pushed deeper. Then I withdrew, and thrust deeper, and deeper, and suddenly, my balls were slapping against her pussy. I was all the way in, filling her insides to the hilt, totally stuffing her. Ian looked over at me and said, Whoa, dude! You ass fucking her man? The bitch never let me do that before. I just ignored him, lost in my own little world. I looked over to see Resa moving up and down on top of Jamies dick. Amy meanwhile was servicing both Kelly and Doug in a classic double penetration: one filling up either end of her. I began to thrust slowly, real slow, to get her used to it. Then I built up the tempo, and began to thrust faster and faster and faster. Within a few minutes I was pistoning in and out happily, balls slapping against her pussy, and she was pushing back on me! Yee haw! I crowed, slapping her ass a few times. It felt really good now. I began to stroke her pussy as I pumped into her, my thick fingers strumming her clit, playing with it. Brendas pussy began to undulate in an orgasm. She came and came. I was more than obliging, playing with her, stimulating her to the best orgasm of her young life. I could feel that little tingle in my balls telling me that I wasnt going to be too far behind her. As she continued cumming, in perfect timing, I came too. Our bodies tensed and shuddered together and we were locked for that moment. I felt so big inside her, and that sense of fullness just overwhelmed my senses. I pumped my load deep into her ass. Catching my breath, I shrank and pulled out from her gaping hole with a popping sound. Looking down, her asshole gaped open, but it slowly shank back to its usual size. She was panting around Ians cock, as her sucking of him returned to a more leisurely pace. This party was in full swing now. I walked across the room, passing Resa, who was by now being nailed by both Kelly and Doug. I went up to Jamie who was fucking Amys pussy. His eyes had that glazed look that told me he was nearly there, so I started to stroke my dick in anticipation. After a couple minutes he pulled out of her and said, All yours man. I didnt wait long to take up the invitation. I wanted to see if she was like I had imagined her to be. I knelt down over her and slipped into her waiting pussy. I pushed my dick forward with a gentle thrust of my hips and the pink lips of her horny pussy parted for me and allowed the head of my thick shaft inside. She had been so well lubed by Jamie, Kelly and Doug that it was pretty much like slipping on a satin glove. I let her silky, wet hole contain me as I moved in inch by inch, stroking in and out, slowly trying to get every bit of sensation out of her as I could. Man! she groaned, arching her head back and closing her eyes. I was in complete heaven; the top portion of my cock was engulfed in Amys warm insides. I pushed harder, squeezing a full half of my dick inside her. Even as wet as she was, I had to stop as her tightness would not allow me in any further. She was that tight, and I was that big. She opened her eyes, looking up at me lustfully. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. I felt her run both hands down my back until they locked onto my bare ass. She pulled me forward, needing more of me inside. I could feel my rod keep sliding a little further into her pussy, as it was slowly enveloped. Oh, fuck! she sighed, wriggling her pussy upwards, gobbling up the last of my dick. I held myself inside her, grunting, relishing the sensation of my entire cock buried in her oven. She gently ran her toes up and down my legs. Her cunt was stretched to the limit! I began to slowly slide my manhood in and out of her tightness, using long strokes. My lips were on hers, kissing her urgently as we made love. My tongue shot into her mouth as my shaft shot into her tunnel. As I moved in and out of her a little faster, her hands grabbed at my ass, urging me onward. She moaned into my mouth, an orgasm quickly rising within her. Her tongue shot eagerly into my mouth. I couldnt get enough of her. I could have given her my cock all damn night long! I broke our kiss, holding myself up on my arms. Looking down between us, I saw my raised hips, and slid most of my dick out of her body. I could see my slick rod when I looked down between my legs. Her chest was heaving, breasts jiggling like some divine Venus. Then I thrust hard, sliding my cock home. She cried loudly. I began to drill into her, my long dick jabbing in and out of her needy hole as fast as I could manage. She was losing it; the sensations overwhelming me too. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! she hollered, suddenly cumming, drenching my dick and the carpet. I was really groaning. She raised her feet up into the air, prolonging the sensation as I hammered in and out of her helpless body. I looked down at her quivering flesh. Her eyebrows were raised in ecstasy, and her eyes were closed. She was amazing! I continued fucking her as she recovered from her incredible orgasm. But decided to catch her off guard and prolong our pleasure. I slipped my cock out of her soaking wet pussy with an audible slurping noise. Kneeling between her legs, I grabbed her head roughly, raising her into a seated position. My cock was an inch from her face, and Amy had no choice but to take it. She grabbed me and shoved me into her mouth, sliding her lips down my shaft hungrily. Her own pussy taste coated my dick. She slid her lips up and down sloppily, sucked loudly without missing a beat. I placed my hand underneath her chin and raised her head up. My cock popped out of her mouth and she looked up at me. I grabbed her by the shoulders and gently urged her onto her hands and knees. I intended to take her doggie style, but when I saw that beautiful ass sticking up at me, I couldnt help myself. I had to kiss it. I kissed her right cheek, and then kissed her left one. I began to lick and shower kisses all over her smooth white ass as she knelt helplessly before me. My lips trailed closer and closer to the crack of her ass, and my hands grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them. I spread her cheeks wide, exposing the swollen pink lips of her pussy to me. Then I buried my face in her gorgeous ass, my tongue sliding into her pussy again and again. I was staring right at her tight little asshole as my tongue tasted her delicious juices. Amy moaned. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, my hands still caressing her ass, spreading it as wide as I could. I loved looking at that tight little asshole, and the more I looked at it, the more I wanted it. Amy was still on her hands and knees, breasts hanging beneath her, panting as she felt me lap at her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and I could feel yet another orgasm begin to stir within her. I let my tongue leave her slit and slowly lick up the skin between her pussy and her asshole. My tongue slowly circled the rim of her asshole. I kissed her pussy again, and she gasped. Then I slowly licked up the skin to her asshole and dipped my tongue inside. Oh, Marc, she whispered, overcome by the sensation. She was at my mercy, one hundred percent. I circled my tongue around just inside her asshole, my hands spreading her cheeks. I slid my tongue further into her ass, burying my face in her crack as I worshipped her beautiful body. I could take it no longer. I pulled my face back, giving her ass one more kiss before getting on my knees behind her. She was panting, her legs subtly opening wider as she anticipated being entered once more. I grabbed my fat cock in my hand and slapped her playfully on the ass with it. This may be the only time I would have the chance to do this with her, and I was taking full advantage of it! I slowly ran the head of my dick down the crack of her ass. She sucked in her breath when she felt my probing member touch the sensitive lips of her treasure. I rubbed it hard against her slit, up and down, up and down. Amy was squirming, unable to take much more. Put it in! she whined. How could I argue? I pushed forward, and the head of my cock forced the petals of her pussy wide open and I slipped inside. Amy was so wet that I sank my entire dick inside her in one hard thrust. She cried out, arching her head back. I went in so deep! I had her hips in a tight grip, pressing my groin hard against her ass. I was relishing the feeling of having her warmth completely surrounding me. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! she moaned loudly, filling the room. The rhythmic slapping noises filled the room as I slammed my long, fat cock deep inside her over and over. Her cheeks rippled with each impact as I fucked her as hard as I could. My hands gripped her hips hard, preventing her from being driven right through the wall. I was banging off the back of her cunt. At the same time, my balls felt so good slapping against her clit. Our fucking had gotten the attention of the others as Kelly and Doug started cheering me on. Yeah, man, one of them said, Fuck her harder! Go, man, go! said the other. I smiled just as Amy moaned with another orgasm overtaking her. I continued fucking her mercilessly as she came all around me. Her tits were swinging back and forth to the rhythm. I didnt think that I would last much longer if the current state of affairs continued. I would cum soon, and there was nothing I could do to put it off. Amy was just too incredible! I wanted to cum all over beautiful body. I looked up at the guys and had an idea. Want a little four-way, guys? I asked. They looked at each other and then at me. I could see yes written in their eyes. I slid my long cock out of Amys body and she found herself being flipped over helplessly in the air until she was on top of me. I lifted her up until the tip of my cock was barely in her, then I slammed her back down on me. Now she was slowly riding up and down on my python. But her pussy still held me deeply inside her tight cunt. I dug my fingers into the cheeks of her ass, which were sticky with her cum. Amy started playing with her tits as she rode me. I felt someones cock brush against my leg. I saw Jamie stroking his cock in one hand. Suddenly, in one quick jab he had pushed his cock deep in her ass. She gasped in response, her back arched and her beasts rose up towards the waiting hands of Doug. Jamies strokes grew long and hard. Kelly appeared beside me and moved his mouth over her breast, sucking on her nipple. I brought my hand down towards her slit to play with her clit while my cock thrust inside her, getting into a rhythm with Jamies. Kelly sucked and nibbled away at her like a hungry baby. Doug climbed up over the fray and made her take his cock in her lips. I looked up to see his balls swinging free as his cock entered her mouth. Jamie finished his business and pulled dirty cock from her hole. Suddenly in a flash Ian was there to finally get a taste of ass as he pressed his mushroom tip to her asshole and planted his engorged member deep into her ass next to my cock in her cunt. He began to wildly thrust, but after five strokes he was pumping his cum far inside her along with Jamies. Oh, God, Amy moaned pulling away from Doug. Sensing my opportunity, being the only person left inside her, I flipped her onto her back and thrust into her fast and deep. Her feet were bouncing off my ass as I pounded her into the floor. The men watched us as my ass flexed over and over again, forcing my cock deep inside her. Each pulling on his cock. Oh, God, I cried finally, Im gonna cum! I grunted a couple time, closed my eyes as my member glided in and out of her hungry pussy over and over again. Oh, yes! she moaned, smiling up at me. I could feel myself lose it and pulled out just in time to fire a long, thick stream of hot cum out the end of my cock all over her stomach and pussy. It dripped in thick ropes of white. I grunted as my dick twitched, unleashing the last few jets. We were both out of breath. Things got really hazy after that point. Jamie, Ian and I sat around drinking beers for a while. Resa had left by that point and before the night was through Amy and Brenda got into a little lesbian action, to which Doug and I joined in at the end. It was like being trapped in some weird porn flick, seeing my frat brother Doug sitting on the couch, while Brenda eased herself up and down onto his dick. They were both facing me. Her eyes were closed, but Doug looked me right in the eye with this crooked little smile. All the while Amy was giving a good, hard ride. Meanwhile, Ian had totally lightened up into a cool guy. Finally in the early hours of the morning, I decided to go to bed. I hadnt sat around jerking off with another guy since I was twelve and discovered my brothers collection of dirty magazines. I had had the sense to lock my room before the party started, so I didnt have to kick anyone out. When my head hit the pillow I was out. I didnt remember anything else for some time But at some point I dreamt about something warm and wet down near my crotch. I imagined this girl named Sherry that I had meet at a party last weekend. We had gone back to her place and fucked, I think she was in my English Lit class. Oh, I was getting into this wet dream. When I reached down to give my boner a stroke, I felt silky hair instead. Half asleep I realized that the good feeling on my dick wasnt just a dream. I awoke fully and looked down. Some chick was going down on me while I was sleep! I grabbed her gently by her black hair and pulled her head up so that I could look into her eyes. It was Resa. She gave me a smile. She was so hot; I couldnt believe Id only screwed her once last night. I pulled her up so I could kiss her mouth. I wanted to feel all over her body. I wanted to lick every inch of her flesh. My left hand moved gently down her back to cup her lovely ass. My right hand worked away at her tits, and I rolled her over so that I could get on top, my mouth moving to suck on her nipples. I rolled her over again and mounted her doggie style like the slut she was. I positioned my tool near her entrance and rubbed it around the engorged flesh, massaging her clit, making her really wet. She started rocking a little, trying to take me inside her. She moaned, and finally I slipped into heaven. She was still well greased from earlier, and I knew she had probably taken Jamie, Ian, Doug, and Kelly each at least once. Normal men might have been bothered by that, but it just turned me on knowing that it was my thick dick shed come back for more of. I rolled her over and lay on top of her, pressing my naked body against hers, my cock deep inside her. I cherished the feel of her hot pussy gripping my cock. We kissed passionately, loudly, as I began to slide in and out of her slowly. Our lips were smacking and we ere kissing frantically. She moaned into my mouth, running her hands up and down my broad back as I slid my long dick in and out of her hole. I broke the kiss and raised myself up on my arms. I began to fuck her harder, watching her tits jiggle beneath me. She closed her eyes and ran her legs along mine. The bed was loud and it was squeaking to our rhythm as my headboard thumped against the wall. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh! she groaned rhythmically, almost drowned out by the loud squeaking of the bed. It continued to squeak as I drove her into it with my thrusts. She stretched her legs above me, as I continued to piston in and out of her horny cunt. She cried, cumming hard, giving my neighbors a real show. Her wet pussy gripped my naked pole as I fucked her through an intense orgasm. Then I slid my thick dick out of her wet pussy and lay on my back. Resa was pretty quick to straddle me. She eagerly grabbed my long cock in her hand and jammed it into her accommodating pussy. She moaned as her hungry twat slid down my pole. I grabbed her beautiful ass and helped her bounce up and down on my shaft. Her tits were bouncing in front of my face and I let go of her ass and grabbed her tits. I sucked on her nipples as her pussy gobbled up my cock over and over again. My cock pulled her pink pussy lips out slightly, before shoving them back in, over and over again. She was gasping for breath. The bed was squeaking. I was totally enraptured and could no longer contain my lust. I rolled her onto her back and got between her legs, my dick found her pussy and she sucked me right back in. There was just something about this girl. Her lips found mine as I pounded her hard on the bed. She moaned into my mouth, raising her feet in the air. My bed springs were screeching loudly and pounding hard against the wall, drowning out all other sounds. Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Then she was cumming again, moaning in my ear all the way. She was still so tight I wanted to last as long as possible, so for the longest time, whenever I felt myself cumming, I would pull out and wait for the urge to pass. We fucked slowly for minutes and minutes, until well over an hour had passed. But finally my fucking was reaching a crescendo and in a last fit of urgency, I couldnt wait any longer. I pounded her helplessly hard on her bed, jamming my entire cock into her vagina. I moaned cumming hard inside her. A steady river of hot semen shot into her defenseless pussy. After a few minutes, I pulled my dick out of her juicy hole. I held her tightly in my arms as we watched it soften together. Some time later we fell asleep in each others arms. When I woke up in the afternoon she was long gone. I hadnt really expected her to stick around. It wasnt really my style and I dont really think it was hers either. I saw her only a couple times after that, but I never had a chance to get with her again. I heard she transferred to another school. * * * Copyright 2001, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. 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"Glory Daze: Everybody's Hero" by Eagle1 (mm, high school, 1st) (For John, without whose suggestion this story would never have been written.) That night, Toby was everybody's hero. He was golden. Nobody could touch him. The ball kept sailing towards him with remarkable alacrity, thrown by the powerful arm of our quarterback. And each time he somehow managed to evade the defensive lines of the opposing team with an ease that bordered on miraculous. I swear I'd never seen anything like it. It was as if God himself had arranged the players on the field, all to contrive a clear path for Toby to charge down the field like a victorious general. He made touch down after blessed touch down. We had so many points on the board; we were unbeatable before the first half of the game was over. Toby was literally carried off the field on our shoulders. It was like I hadn't even been there. Ordinarily I was one of the stars on the field, but I may as well have just sat on the bench the whole game for all the use I'd been. I didn't mind though. I recognized it was Toby's time. And I was prouder of him that night than if he'd been my own brother. He could have had anyone he wanted. It turned out though that the only person he wanted was me. "Great game man," I said to him later in the locker room after we'd showered. Usually I have plenty of opportunities to talk with Toby, but he remained a bit of a loner. Off the field you might take Toby for one of the grungy stoner types, with his tattoos and blue, spiked hair. He had a way about him that just didn't fit our home town. But on the field he was a competent player who earned the respect of the fans and his fellow players alike. Toby was widely admired. However, because of his reputation as something of a fag, or at least a bisexual, most of the guys gave him a lot of space. Not that anyone would have said anything to his face. Toby would have kicked the shit out of anybody who had the balls to cast any aspersions his way anyway. It's just that no one wanted to be considered guilty by association. Except me, of course. I didn't care one way or the other. Damn all if I couldn't hang around with whomever I wanted to. I liked Toby. He was a good friend. And I dared anyone to question my sexuality. Everyone knew I'd deflowered half the girls in my grade. I was one of the few people who knew for a fact Toby liked boys as well as girls. But it didn't make him a bad guy. And it didn't make me a bad guy if I'd sucked his cock one drunken night a month ago when we'd been banging chicks together in a hotel room. Or again a few weeks later at the apartment of Toby's friend, Brett. Shit happens, as they say. "It wasn't bad, man," he said, with a sense of satisfaction and pride thick in his voice, "Not bad at all." He was standing at his locker next to me getting dressed. After he took off his towel he was as naked as a jay bird, and I don't mind saying that it was one of the few times in my life having a naked man next to me was an intensely erotic experience. Toby glowed with an internal light, and I bathed in the rays he cast off. "Going out with Katie tonight?" he asked me with a touch of macho bravado, "Taking her out for a victory lap?" As he said it he mimed a hip thrusting, fucking motion in the crudest possible manner. Ordinarily I would have laughed, and said something equally crude, but instead I just groaned. "You haven't heard then?" I replied, with a pained tone, "She dumped my ass this morning." The memory was still somewhat painful. Katie was one of the few women I'd ever actually tried to date, rather than merely have lots of casual sex with. We'd gone out for slightly less than a month, but I had known for most of that time that we were doomed to failure. I had too much of a roving eye, and Katie was too jealous to allow that to go on. Some women view men as a kind of repair project, and therein lay the principal attraction. She thought she could change me. But she was wrong. And I wasn't about to act like some pussy whipped asshole just to get some when she was in the mood. Not me. No sir. The only thing that really smarted about the way it went down was that Katie had dumped me before I'd dumped her. And she'd been real mean about it too. Fortunately, my reputation was too solidly cemented with most of the girls at school for that to be much of a worry. I might take a small hit with some of the younger girls, but I'd get through it. I was just surprised Toby hadn't heard about it before now. Or maybe he had? "No worries, man," he said, stepping into his tighty whities and pulling them up over his ass. I couldn't help but watch, out of the corner of my eye, as he did so. And I thought, not for the first time, what an amazingly sculpted ass it was. He had a firm, hard body like my own, built from hours spent in the gym. His figure reminded me of one of those statutes you saw in museums of ancient Greek heroes carved from snowy white marble. Except that unlike that cold white stone, Toby's tanned body radiated an intoxicating outward warmth. I could feel his heat in the close proximity of our positions. "I'm sure you'll find something to occupy your time at Jameson's," he continued, by now pulling up a pair of tight, ripped blue jeans. "Not sure if I feel up for it," I said abruptly, surprising myself. "Well," he said, "I'm not going. You can come over to my place and hang if you want." It wasn't unusual for Toby to skip a party like Frank's. It was a little too crowded for him, and maybe a step or two upscale. Toby seemed to find enjoyment in the company of a much rougher, less popular crowd of people. And it wasn't unusual for him to find his women by trolling through the bars that he was too young to legitimately be found in. "Oh, man," I said to him, "You know you're going to deprive your fans of their hero tonight." "They'll get over it," he said matter of factly, and then clapping a hand on my shoulder, "I've got a buddy in need. That comes first." "Thanks, man," I said, not wanting to let the mood get too serious, "I'm really touched. I think I might cry." Toby broke into a huge smile and started laughing then. The mood was back to the kind of masculine camaraderie that you'd expect to find in a locker room. "C'mon dude," he said finally, as we finished getting dressed, "There's a couple six packs at home with our names on them." We snuck out of the school by a side door to avoid the rest of the guys who were heading off to Frank Jameson's place for the usual Friday night party, and I followed Toby in my truck back to his house. Despite his preferred choice of apparel, Toby's parents were not poor. His father was a doctor. And they lived in a very nice home on the edge of town not far from my own. I imagined they did lay awake at nights wondering how their son had turned out the way he had. As we went inside the house, Toby was all swagger. "My parents aren't home," he said, throwing off his jacket and heading for the fridge. He grabbed a beer and tossed it over to me. Taking another for himself. "Bottoms up," he intoned, as we both took a swig and settled in to the business at hand. We were just a couple of dudes hanging out together in the typical uniform of our age group: jeans and t-shirts. There was a lot to occupy two football heroes who had decided to forgo the weekly party. There were video games that needed playing, movies that needed watching, weed that needed smoking, and the angst filled music of youth that needed listening to. But after that, sometime during the early hours of the morning, I came back to myself, from that brief descent into youthful indolence, to find that I was sitting together with Toby on his couch in his living room, with our respective choices of reading material arrayed on the coffee table before us. The remains of our evening's excess lay scattered around us, including beer bottles, a few half eaten bags of chips and an empty pizza container. Toby had picked up a comic book after putting down Sports Illustrated and I was looking through a copy of that month's Playboy. The centerfold had the most amazing tits. I was genuinely trying to read the articles, but the weight of the day had limited my attention span and my eyes kept floating back to the pussy shots on the pages. I don't care if they were airbrushed, they were a thing of beauty, and, as my father often said, true beauty is a joy eternal. It had given me a boner that I was absent mindedly rubbing through my jeans. "She's hot," said Toby's deep voice from beside me, "Don't you think?" "Yeah," I mumbled in response, feeling suddenly uncomfortable sitting next him. A guy with whom I'd shared something very unexpected, and very confusing, several times before. I put the magazine down and got up to hide my obvious masculine excitement, abruptly shy. I walked over to the wall of the living room, which was adorned with a variety of pictures showing Toby and his parents in scenes of familial togetherness. They were quite something. In most Toby was a young boy in poses such as standing holding a fish he'd caught with his father or playing at the beach. He was a tender, blond haired child. There was just a hint of the man that he would later become. The last picture I glanced at, which was obviously a school photo from junior high, showed a rather thoughtful young man of about twelve. The changes of adolescence had not yet taken hold, but there was the same handsome face and strong jaw that I knew was boring holes into my back even then from across the room. He had an incredible gentleness about him and I felt a wave of fraternal affection for Toby wash over me right then, although different than the affection I felt for my own brother, Peter. For Toby I also felt something akin to desire. I sensed, more than heard, Toby come up behind me. He had crossed the room as quietly as a panther on the prowl. I was nervous and I needed to break the tension, so I asked him, "Cute kid. What the hell happened to you?" "Dunno," he murmured very close to me, "Bad influences I guess." Toby was not quite as tall as I was, but I felt his breath near my ear as he said it. I don't know what I expected, but I knew that if I turned around just then he would be right there in my face, waiting for me. Unexpectedly however, disturbing my thoughts, he playfully grabbed me in a classic wrestling move, knocked my legs out from underneath me, and tried to pin me face down on the soft carpet, with himself over me in the top position. I was temporarily winded by the move as the breath had been knocked from my lungs when I hit the floor. We were just a couple of guys horsing around. "Dude," I asked him finally, my face near the floor, "Do you really want to mess with someone who was an all state wrestling finalist two years in a row?" Toby just laughed his response, but he tried to hold me there all the same. He should have known that when it came to the wrestling mat, or in this case the floor, I was definitely the boss. He struggled vainly, but I had superior skills and strength. After a few minutes of rough housing, we came to rest there, with me on the top and him underneath looking serenely up at me. He was totally pinned at my mercy. And I think he wanted it that way. Toby had the eyes of an angel. A face that was beatific. His lashes were long enough for a supermodel. His lips were so tender I wanted to kiss them. In my own mind it was settled then. Having decided to take the chance, I relaxed and let myself sink in towards his waiting body for a kiss. I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I knew it was something I'd been waiting for since we had been together in the locker room earlier that night. I wanted to lose myself in Toby. Before I knew it, there was nothing but the unification of our mouths and the mingling of our tongues. We broke away for a second and he murmured, half groaning, "God, I want this." I smiled at him then. I wanted it too. I really did. "Just you wait," I said in response. Getting up on my knees for a moment, I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, revealing my broad, muscled chest and torso to Toby. When I had flung the shirt across the room, I knelt there over him, and he raised himself up on his elbows to fully take in the view. With a lascivious, but satisfied grin as crooked as ever they come, he ran the fingers of one hand across my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles. It was the lightest touch imaginable, but it burned me like a fire. I needed him completely at that moment, beyond any doubt. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his lips answered mine back. He was hungry and I could feel it call to my own unsatisfied hunger. Before I could go further, he grabbed my wrist firmly and broke our kiss. "Stop, Marc," he said softly, yet firmly. I rested my forehead on his momentarily, but our lips had parted from each other. I was reluctant to move away from him, but I gently pulled back. He got up into a sitting position and peeled off his own t-shirt. It was a gesture that matched my earlier one. But this time I got to drink in the firm outlines of his body, taut and rippling with muscle and youthful vigor. My eyes lingered momentarily on the dragon that wrapped around his left, upper arm. I needed to close my eyes for a second, to concentrate on calming down and controlling my impulses. Timing as they say is everything, and tonight I wanted to take my time. When I opened my eyes again, Toby was looking back at me quizzically. "There are so many things that I want to do to you, Toby," I told him trying to explain, "And with you." He answered me with that crooked smile again and his expression softened. My throat was dry, but I wet my lips in anticipation. Nervous in a way I'd never been before, not even when I'd lost my virginity to a woman. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. With sure, swift fingers he undid my jeans as I kissed him again and he freed my cock from my boxers. I felt the chill of the air on my throbbing meat. But Toby wasted no time, so eager was he to get it out. I could feel the softness of the skin of his hand as he enticed my dick with his fingers; his firm, skilled fist began to slowly stroke me to an impending orgasm. He now lay again beneath me and I pulled his knee up against my leg, sliding my hand up the back of his upper thigh as far I could. He immediately rocked his hips to meet my fingertips as they grazed along the crease where his leg became his ass, and groaned into my lips, as I found a particularly sensitive spot. He increased the pace and pressure of his hand on my cock, forcing me to return his groan with a groan of my own. It became impossible for me to keep myself from matching the rhythm of his strokes with my own thrusts. I felt a tingling spread from my balls outward, down the insides of my thighs and up into my abs. We lay like that for a very long time, Toby bringing me near orgasm time and again as he kept the wave breaking before it reached the shore. "I want you to take me," he said finally as he nuzzled my ear. I got up off him for a minute, standing up. And he stood up too. I drank in his muscled body, broad shoulders and narrow waist. His jeans still hung against his hips, sagging and baggy. I could see the outline of his cock tent the denim. But I didn't wait. I let mine fall to the floor, followed by my boxers. He moved achingly away from me and led me upstairs to his parent's broad king size bed, with my stiff cock pointing at him like a compass. I followed the muscles of his upper back with my eyes, and they bunched as he moved, directing my gaze down to his still covered ass, which was firm, tight and round. We didn't wait to hit the bed. I came up behind Toby and he leaned back against me as my lips descended to his flesh. They opened and closed against the crook of his neck. His head tilted, letting me continue sucking and nibbling at his shoulder, my hand moved around to his chest, pulling his body tight against mine. My cock pressed up against his jean covered ass. But I wanted to get closer. Still nuzzling him, I reached around and undid his jeans, pushing them down as I did so. The thin white cotton fabric was all that separated us and Toby pulled that down for me, eager in his haste to let me have my way. My cock was now wedged in the crack between his firm, round ass cheeks. I could feel the muscles bunch as he anticipated my moves and I knew my cock had found a home. I was nestled there. He reached back and held my hips, while grinding his ass against me. We groaned together, finally being able to feel skin against skin, having waited a long time. I found his nipple with a hand and teased it, squeezing and pinching until it was as hard, like his dick. I licked behind his ear, nibbled on his ear lobe. "Lie down," I whispered. He stepped out of his jeans and the underwear that lay in a pile around his ankles. He smiled at me and turned around, facing me, before his ass made contact with the bed. His cock stuck up above him and I climbed onto the bed over him, still dominate, my legs fitting nicely between his. I leaned over him on one arm as I ran a free hand over his chest in a lazily motion. He leaned into me and just as quick our tongues where merging together in each other's mouths as our cocks rubbed against each other below. My slick precum was erupting out of the end of my prick and mixing with his. Behind my back I could feel his hand, his fingers running up and down my shoulder blades, massaging the muscle and pulling me gently in towards him. "Fuck!" he said to me, "You feel so good, Marc." I slid lower on the bed, finally having the chance to spend time with his chest. My tongue traveled slowly from his neck. His scent was deeply masculine and intoxicating. I licked across the muscle to his nipple, feeling it harden against my tongue. I bit down on him as I would a woman, going from nipple to nipple, back and forth, letting neither soften. He arched against me in pleasure, writhing under my weight. But I needed to kiss him again. I caught a look of lust and excitement in his eyes. And I pressed my lips tightly against his. Toby opened his mouth as my tongue slid in, his tongue stabbing against mine. We played back and forth, letting the other take over for a time, but for only seconds, neither of us willing to let the other have complete control. Then I soon found Toby's tongue wandering over my chest while I slid up his body, taking his fingers into my mouth. Switching from one to another, I sucked and licked until they were all wet. I groaned as his teeth sunk down onto my nipple. In reply, my body arched, pushing hard against him. Before I realized what he was doing, Toby was on top of me. He pinned me beneath him, his gaze still locked onto mine. "My turn," he murmured aggressively. I was very excited. I arched beneath him, panting in anticipation. He bent his knees so that he knelt above me and worked all the way down my body with his tongue. I'd never had any woman do that to me before. He didn't linger for long in any one particular spot, and avoided my engorged dick altogether, instead spending time licking and sucking the skin of my inner thighs. I wanted him to suck me, but I didn't want to rush him either. He took hold of my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach, then crawled up my body to position himself over me. He took time exploring all the bumps and groves of my back, starting with my shoulders and the nape of my neck. Testing the waters, he settled his hips against mine, letting his dick rest snuggly into my crack. I was nervous and excited at the same time and I wasn't sure what I would do if Toby decided to take that part of me just then. I don't think I could have made him stop. I'm not sure if I would have wanted him to. Holding very still, he whispered into my ear, perhaps misreading my sudden tension, "Take it easy, Marc, I won't do anything you don't want me to do." He slid down my body enough that his cock dangled between my legs and continued exploring my back, searching for more sensitive areas. I relaxed and began enjoying the pleasure he was giving me. I panted loudly as he sucked on my back near my ass, grinding my cock into the mattress as I clutched his parent's headboard. Moving further down, Toby's tongue traced the length of the underside of my left ass cheek. Then moving back and forth between them, he occasionally worked his tongue between my legs and into a very sensitive area near the bottom of my ass crack, while gliding his sure fingers along the break between the cheeks. I'd never experienced anything like this before. I wanted something, but unsure of what, I got on my hands and knees on the mattress and spread my legs for balance. "Please stop teasing me," I begged him. He had no such intention. He spread my ass cheeks with both of his hands, dipping his tongue back between my legs and running it along my crack from the bottom to the top, pausing only to pay special attention to my asshole before completing his trip. I grunted my pleasure, and thrust my dick in the empty air. I was being fucked. I'd never been fucked before. I was the one who did the fucking. It was a strange and amazing feeling. But then he started to suck my asshole. Holy shit, I was groaning like an engine. Purring like a kitten. I was totally thrashing under his overpowering attentions. He probed my sphincter to test my tightness and resistance. I was involuntarily resisting him because he couldn't make his tongue stiff enough to get past the incredibly tight outer ring of the muscle in my asshole. This was a new experience for me and I wasn't sure how to relax further. Straightening up, he pushed on my hips, rolling me onto my side and then to my back. I looked at Toby questioningly as he moved between my legs. Leaning over me, bracing himself to either side of my shoulders, he tested me again. Then he moved up over me slowly, giving me a chance to pull away, but even though he'd been rimming me only a moment ago, I reached up and pulled him down to me, kissing him hard and eagerly as he sought entrance to my mouth. I clutched his hips and pulled them down while rocking mine. I had him lying on top of me, cradling his hips between us as we ground against each other's bodies. Abs on abs and our aching cocks rubbing together. I almost lost myself in how perfectly we were moving together. Soon, he slid lower and rubbed his shaft just under my balls. But he kept moving down my body. He placed kisses down the length of my torso until he settled his chest between my legs, propping himself up with his arm next to my thigh. He kissed and licked along the groove between my hip and leg, and coated two of his fingers from pool of our precum around my cock. He then started licking and sucking along the underside of my shaft which produced the desired effect. I rocked my hips up, sank my hands into his hair and gripped his head, pushing it down. I was pulling on his hair, trying to force him to take me into his mouth, so desperate to cum. Toby resisted as he slid slick fingers into my crack and found my asshole. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned, "Oh, God...Fuck, man." Toby began deep throating my shaft as he pushed his index finger past the resistance of my tight hole. It was easy enough to distract me; all he had to do was run his tongue over the mushroom head of my nearly ten inch dick while he loosened me up for a second finger. I grew accustomed to this invasion, this new sensation, and relaxed around his finger faster than I'd expected. The pain quickly turned to pleasure. By the time he slipped his middle finger in next to his index finger, I was thrusting my ass up, wanting more. Using his free hand to untangle my fingers from his blue hair, he lifted his head and raised himself a little higher on his arm. I just made a series of unintelligible grunts as he worked his fingertips over my prostate in a circular motion. My hips bucked against his hand, my neck and chest arched up from the bed while my legs spread further apart and I gripped the headboard with my right hand. My eyes were open, but they had glazed over completely. Then it was upon me faster than even I'd thought possible. A blast of thick, white cum like cannon fire shot out the end of my dick, without either his hand or mine touching it, to land at the top of my six-pack. Holy fuck, I thought, a long, loud groan escaping my lips. My hips continued to buck into the empty air as I shot stream after stream onto my abs. Then just as suddenly, overcome, I collapsed fully back up the bed, limply. I lay there chest heaving, my body trembling and jerking. He moved up next to me, lying on his side and propped his head on his palm while watching me slowly recover. When I stopped shaking and could breathe again, I saw Toby alongside me, grinning. I know I had a silly grin on my face, having just come down from a very intense orgasm. "That was fucking incredible!" I told him, meaning every word. I rubbed some cum absent-mindedly over my chest before wiping it off with a tissue. I reached around behind him, pulling him to me, and giving him the best kiss I knew how to give. Toby's thick, hard dick, while not in league with my own, nevertheless lay pressing against my leg, and I knew it was only fair for me to get him off. But how best to do it? Pressing a hand against his chest, I pushed him back, and moved on top of him, my ass resting on his thighs. Running my hands down his chest from his neck, I watched his cock jerk and leak. Sucking on his nipples, I let a hand wander over his abs and around his dick. I squeezed it and stroked him back and forth, feeling his length and girth. Our bodies rubbed together as I sucked and licked down the center of his chest. Taking small nibbles on the skin just below his ribs, his body jerked and I realized he must be ticklish. "I want to get you off," I told him. My teeth tugged playfully on the sides of his thighs causing him to wiggle and allowing me to slide a hand under him to cup his muscular ass. Feeling the hair along the crack, my fingers probed deeper. His cock jerked when the rough flat of my tongue raked over the soft head, taking with it all the precum that he had been leaking. I felt the moist heat of his ass and my cock began hardening again, wanting to sink into him. His fingers ran through my hair, encouraging me to take in more. My lips wrapped tightly around him, slowly sucking him in. He was close to cumming, and I knew I could finish him off, but I wanted to explore more. I really wanted to fuck him, and I could imagine how hot and sweet his ass would feel, but I wasn't sure how he'd feel about it. I rolled him over onto his stomach. I lay my body over his, my hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks. The muscles beneath his neck and upper shoulders tightened, responding to my mouth. When my teeth sank in, he moaned and squirmed underneath me, wiggling his sexy ass against my cock. I slipped a hand under him, pinching a nipple and rolling it in my fingers. Licking and caressing his body with my hands, I made my way lower; eventually my mouth reached his rounded ass muscles. As I sucked and nibbled on his ass, my hand reached between his legs, fondling his balls. They felt so hard I thought if I squeezed them, he would cum. I took a moment to admire him, the beautiful form of his body. His shoulders broad and the way his back tapered down to his ass, covered with the lightest dusting of hair. Pulling up on his hips, I continued to lick while I spread his cheeks wide, giving me a perfect view of his hole. I breathed it in, taking in his scent. I pressed my face there, my tongue moving across his skin. He squirmed and groaned. I ran my hands over his ass, caressingly while keeping his cheeks spread wide open. Then took his cock in my hand and began jerking him off. Soon his dick was fucking my hand as my tongue was fucking his hole. When I thought Toby was close to cumming I made my move. I tugged his dick backwards until my mouth could suck him, while at the same time pushing a finger into his hot hole. His ass pushed back on my fingers, which in turn slid his cock deeper into my mouth. He grunted and began shooting his creamy load. I continued rubbing the tight walls of his ass and sucking his cum until he had no more left in him. Swallowing the last of it, I lay beside Toby, softly kissing the back of his neck as we relaxed. He draped a leg over both of mine, letting his palm glide up my sweaty chest to cup my face. I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. I kissed him lightly, a tender expression of the warmth I felt for him. "You are so fucking hot, Marc," he told me then, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. "You too," I responded sincerely. He teased me by ruffling my hair with his hand; I had to laugh as he settled his head on my shoulder. What I wanted to do now was relax and enjoy the afterglow. I lazily played with the sparse patch of hair growing on his pecs. I let my eyes close as my thoughts wandered. I woke so slowly that it took several minutes for me even to realize that I'd fallen asleep. I heard the spray of the shower running in Toby's parent's master bathroom, and realized somewhat stupidly that Toby must be taking a shower. Then it hit me again who it was, why I was here, and what had just happened. A stupid grin spread across my face. Stretching mightily, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was a little after four o'clock in the morning, which meant that I hadn't slept too long. The shower turned off and after a few moments Toby came back into the bedroom. He wore a towel around his waist. "Hey," I said as he came into the room. He smiled at me in surprise, not expecting me to be awake. I noticed his dick was soon managing to make a tent against the heavy fabric of the towel. Even from so far away I wanted nothing more that to rip the towel off him, and suck his cock until he couldn't stand anymore. I had a primal need at that particular moment and I shot up out of the bed with an athletic grace. Toby didn't even try to resist me. I pushed him against the wall, my hands roughly stroked through his hair, my mouth seeking his lips. His wet tongue finding mine. My body blossomed heat. I bucked against him, trying to feel his entire delicious body pressed to mine. I wanted him naked. The towel had to go. And so it did, falling away between us. Toby started to laugh against my mouth. His rocking hips shook against mine, the lump of his boner provided friction to my straining cock. His hands, still damp from the shower, found their way around my back to dig into the muscles there. Toby gave me a big kiss. I loved the way his soft lips manipulated my skin, sending shockwaves to my hard dick. Moving in unison, we prodded each other back toward the bed. Not realizing where I was going, the back of my legs met with the mattress and I fell backward onto the bed. Toby was quickly on top of me. His impatient tongue traced my chest, around my pecs, my armpits, orbiting each chiseled muscle on my abdomen. I was on fire. My skin burned and shivered, tingling as my muscles contracted beneath his marvelous tongue. Toby worked his way back up my chest, fingers reaching before him like a climber on a wall. I couldn't help but cry out, "Shit, dude. That feels so good. Oh, Toby. Shit, fuck, damn." His teeth felt great, just pinching, drawing my skin into his mouth and getting it warm and wet. He prodded and poked me with his hot tongue then licked onwards. It just felt so fucking amazing. But finally he worked himself up to my face. "The best is yet to come," he whispered in my ear, before sucking on my ear. He thumbed my nipples causing them to stiffen and burn. Jolts of pleasure shot over my skin in a wave of heat. My cock burned and swelled, stretching even more to its full length, almost ten inches; I had fucking porn star action going on. And there was so much passion as his lips nuzzled my neck. My groans were muffled against his hair. My dick trembled and I tried to rub my burning rod against his. It wasn't nearly enough. I lost control. I couldn't help it. I pulled Toby to me, loving how hot his flesh felt in my fist. We kissed hard and fast, sweaty muscles slipping against each other, creating a temperature that seemed destined for our cocks. His head tilted away from my mouth, groaning for me to fuck him. He kissed me hard, our mouths open. Our hot tongues played and tasted each other. I was breathing hard and staring at his hot body. Those long, thick arms, broad chest and his finely muscled abs were driving me crazy. His blue dyed hair was luminous under the soft light of the lamp; his cock and his balls lay large and heavy between his legs. It pulsed, raw, curving up in front of him, a thick vein feeding it. I reached over to the bedside chest of drawers and took some of his parent's lube that was lying on there. Then I pushed Toby back onto the bed, and then climbed astride him. In the back of his throat, deeply, he began to make a strange, purring noise of pleasure. Behind me I fest the fingers of his hand trace the curves of my ass as I groaned my pleasured response, enjoying the sensation. But all too soon we were positioned so that my cock and balls were flat on his chest. "Fuck man," I whispered overcome. "I know," he responded softly, "This is so fucking hot, me and you...." As he leaned forward, my long dick was positioned dangerously close to his lips and he brushed them against my knob, eagerly opening his mouth after a moment to receive the feast, treating my meat as lovingly as a last supper. I caressed his hair softly, lovingly. Was I selfish? Was he? What was going on anyway? At that moment all thoughts of pussy fled my mind and I allowed his tongue to lick the surface of my engorged dick, watching him intently all the while, the way his head tilted up, and his eyes settled their gaze on mine, gleaming. Knowingly. His tongue worked between my muscular thighs; my balls rubbing against the stubble on his chin. When he sucked me off for a bit, I lay against him as sweat ran from our bodies. The bed began to squeal as we rubbed our glistening bodies against each other. We groaned, swearing and calling out for more. My knee went between Toby's thighs which forced apart his legs, and I pushed my hand into the gap it created, sweaty fingers finding their way behind his balls to stroke lightly across his asshole. I teased the hot skin with a bead of sweat that had dribbled between his clenched cheeks. He jerked involuntarily against me, pressing his hard, wet dick into the knotted muscles of my stomach. I reached between us with my left hand and grasped him tightly until he begged for freedom. My own body was on fire. I rubbed my massive cock against Toby's side, engorged beyond reason, demanding attention, even though Toby's mouth had temporarily sated it before. It's just that I hadn't yet cum inside him. Everywhere we touched burned and we were sweating as if we had a fever. I maintained my grip around his long shaft as I licked a line over and between his nipples. I stopped to tease each hard point with my teeth before giving them a light suck. Toby moaned like a woman when I did that. I would have liked to spend more time, but I was too frantic with thoughts of cock to bother. I grinned at him. This was so strange. I was scared about what we were doing, about where this was taking us. About these feelings. But whatever it was, there was too much going on. Too much to turn back now. There was going to be a heartache tonight one way or another. I finally decided to use the lubricant on my hand. My lubed fingers carefully orbited his asshole, making sure that everything was as moistened as possible. I didn't want to hurt him. He was expecting something great and I wanted this to be the best damn fuck he ever had. I put some of the cold liquid on his hole as well. I pushed the tip of my finger into his tight, hot hole to make sure he was well lubed. I pulled out, re-coated my finger and pressed further in. His sphincter was like a hard knot around my finger. I thrust it in and out, then in and out again, trying to loosen his opening. He felt me there. I continued impaling his hot asshole, now with two, then with three fingers. He thrust his dick in the air, writhing on the bed, moaning more and more. "Oh, shit man," he begged groaning, "Fuck me. What are you waiting for? Fuck me." I looked down at my huge dick. The anticipation had me swollen to maximum length and thickness and I knew I'd be a lot for him to handle. I was a lot for anyone to handle. Precum leaked down my shaft and onto the sheets below. I though I might explode right then. But I used the lube anyway and prepared myself. We kissed and held each other for a brief few tender seconds before I pushed Toby back onto the bed. Then I picked up his sweaty legs and looped them over my arms so that his knees hooked over my elbows. His asshole was totally exposed to my cock. I saw that he had closed his eyes, waiting for me. I thrust really hard, but hardly moved at all. He was so fucking tight. I was afraid I was stretching him so far I might seriously hurt him. I slipped back almost all the way out, so that his muscle was stretched less. I tried to thrust back in. I met the same barrier about three inches inside. "Push harder," he said between gritted teeth, obviously in some pain. I thrust in and out, desperately trying to loosen him up, never feeling an ass this tight before. But it wasn't working and I finally pulled out telling him so. Toby was frustrated, sitting up, and pulling me roughly against him. He kissed savagely down my neck. He grazed along my jaw and cheeks. When his lips finally got to my mouth, they pushed brutally against mine. I groaned into his mouth and raised my face to the ceiling as he sucked my lower lip. "You have to fuck me," he said desperately, "You just have to. I want this so bad." Toby put more lube on his hands and massaged my boner until it was shining like the top of the Chrysler Building. Suspecting that another position might help, I suggested that Toby climb astride me, and he readily agreed. I lay down on the edge of the bed, and Toby climbed astride my legs and lowered his ass until he just brushed the top of my cock. He stabilized himself with one sweaty hand on my left shoulder. His eyes focused on mine, a grin on his face. I ran my hands down his back, tracing the bulges of his muscles, though I applied no downward pressure to his body, just resting my hands lightly on his hips. This time his tight hole spread open far more easily than last time. Suddenly, Toby just dropped down on me, as if he could no longer support himself in that position. It drove my shaft deep into him. He cried out and gasped. I enjoyed the tight, warm sheath suddenly covering my dick. "Shit," I swore. I drew my hands up his back, rubbing him, trying to help him relax. I kissed him slowly, and then fast, trying to let him know how this felt. I reached down to his neglected cock, burning hot against me. His shaft had precum all over it. I took some and used it to jerk him steadily. Toby lifted himself up, nearly completely off my cock, and slammed himself down again. He gasped as he did it again. Suddenly, though still incredibly tight, it became easier for me to fuck him. He felt slippery and hot. I rocked my thighs upwards as he shot down my pole. My fingers were between his cheeks, both pulling him open and helping to control our thrusting. He started to thrust forwards a little. "Oh, darlin," I moaned and slapped his ass. He responded by ramming himself down as my cock rose to meet him. As he drew off me, I bucked my chest forwards to brush his. He grabbed the hollow behind my neck and pulled my face to his. We kissed and I pounded his ass, for how long I don't know. I don't think we stopped to think. We both went insane, grunting and talking dirty, and sharing sweat. After a bit, I rolled Toby over, still deep in his hot asshole, and lay on top of him on the bed. His muscled body was heavy in my arms. His legs automatically gripped my hips, holding me tightly inside him. Finally, our hips were pressed completely against each other. I was also free to ram him as hard as I wanted. I drove in faster, knowing that my thick cock was stretching his narrow hole open. It provoked me to fuck him harder and harder, drawing grunts from his mouth. I wanted him to never again to as tight. My cock literally battered him like a ram. Toby gave me no warning he was about to cum. He didn't shake or cry out in preparation, perhaps he didn't even realize. When he did cry out, he had already beginning to shoot his load. I felt him spasm around my cock, his hot ass muscle clamping hard on my significant girth. His cock jumped between us, thick, white cum shooting mainly on our chests. My already tight balls couldn't take it anymore. I felt the need rush through my body, channeled to my dick. In the first release my balls sort of clenched hard causing cum to spurt from my shuddering cock. The spasms rocked me. I cried out, my toes curling at the same time. I felt his ass vibrate around me. Hot cum shot deep inside him. Still, my cock spasmed again, forcing cum down around my length. I trembled, and started to grunt, but Toby grabbed my head and forced our lips together. I gasped in and out of his mouth. My eyes clouded over momentarily with the intensity of my release. Suddenly, my muscles lost all power. I went limp, fastened to Toby by the cum on our chests and my softening cock. I lay against him for what seemed like hours before I removed my softened shaft from his hole. A trickle of cum followed after me. Toby slumped against me, sweaty, and seemed unable to move. "Fuck!" said Toby suddenly, "You've cum too soon." I laughed against him. That was not something I'd been accused of doing too often. "If you were fucking a hole that tight, you would've too," I responded, grabbed his hair, and forcing his lips to meet mine. "Just you wait," he whispered, pulling away, and smiled devilishly. I didn't necessarily want to let him have the last word on the subject, but I thought that actions spoke louder than words, so I got up and went to the shower. I turned it on, stepping into the warming spray. Toby was close behind. His body so close to mine that it pushed me all the way under the shower spray. The steam was rising, making the lights look hazy. I looked down. We were both now rock hard. Toby wrapped his arms behind my back, enveloping me in a hot, wet hug. There was no friction at all between our bodies. I loved how I could feel his muscles tense and release beneath the skin, as I'm sure he was feeling mine do. Our cocks touched, slippery and hot, pressed in against our abs. He groaned. We pressed firmly against each other, bodies straining hard, lips, tongues, teeth, everything. Getting as close as possible to each other's flesh. I slammed Toby against one of the walls and grabbed his thick cock, stroking as hard as I could. I could hear his breathing hiss in and out in shallow breaths. His head rolled backwards, eyes to the ceiling, and then dropped to lean against my right shoulder. His mouth pulled hard on the flesh above my shoulder. He bit down a little, then harder, still sucking the skin in his mouth. It was enough to make me release his shaft, as I fought the waves of pleasure rippling through me. I bent my head and sucked his nipple into my mouth. My hands stroked his cock a little more gently, mimicking the way he was treating my own dick. I got a bit of a shock when I looked down. I kept rubbing his head between my thumb and forefinger, the other hand around his base. He was so wet and hot. I fiddled with his foreskin, stretching it out and pulling it back. My fingertips manipulated the underside of his cock. We were both groaning by then. The water supplied a steady hot stream rippling onto our bodies, bouncing and dripping off onto other parts. The water smoothed our skin and lubricated our bodies. It made me completely hot all over. I went back to Toby's chest, which took some of my attention away from his cock. But not for long. Soon I was down on my knees, avoiding his cock and probing his crack with my tongue. He tasted like musk and cum. From the way he was standing, even though his legs were quite far apart, I couldn't get my mouth to his hole. The fingers of my left hand could, however. I allowed my wet fingertips to massage the rim of his tight hole, while my tongue retreated to his balls. I sucked his sac a little. At the same time, I could feel myself growing hotter and harder. My cock burned against my wet abs. I was so caught up in what I was doing. Still, I did feel his hands on my head, pulling my hair and directing my hand and mouth to his dripping, sizzling cock. I pulled back after a few attempts and mouthed down each side of his cock, plucking him hard with my lips. The hot water ensured that he was always warm and wet. "Oh, man!" he groaned, "Suck my cock, Marc." My mouth slurped over the tip of his head. I sucked a little of him in, then bobbed back, each time taking a little more. He was thick. My tongue pressed his shaft hard against the roof of my mouth in rhythmic waves. I sucked in, swallowed some more. His head was completely slippery. My moans caused his cock to vibrate in my mouth. I can only imagine how good that felt. I loved his hot, huge cock, and the noises of appreciation he made as he fucked my face, faster and faster. His balls slapped against my chin, his shaft burnt friction against my lips. At the same time, I forced two wet fingers into his tight asshole, fucking him back in an erratic motion. We didn't keep it up long. I didn't want Toby to cum before he'd fucked my ass. It was something I needed to experience. I finally withdrew him from my mouth. "You gotta fuck me, man," I said deeply passionate. I didn't think that I would really be able to do it, or that the thought of it would really turn me on like this. God, I was wrong. Toby's reply was something feral. He drew me from my knees and rammed me against the wall, thrusting at me with his hips, so our boners battered against each other. All I could do was moan into his mouth. He left me breathing heavy for a minute as he stepped out of the shower. I slumped against the wall; my slick hair dripping water into my eyes. The sight of his body was slightly obscured as I blinked the water away. Still, what I did saw was just as arousing as the clear view I'd had earlier. His blue hair, wet with water, lay against his scalp. His shoulders and back muscles flexed powerfully beneath his tanned skin, and his muscular ass, rounded and clenched as he moved. Then he leant over to pull something from the floor and I saw his balls bob between his legs. His cheeks parted, exposing the hole I recently fucked. I still couldn't believe that my thick fucking rod had fit so snuggly in there. He returned carrying the bottle of lube in his hand. He opened the bottle and squirted some on his red bulging cock and balls. He turned me around and did my ass as well. His fingers were fantastic, not too light, nor hard enough to be painful, just enough to penetrate. At the same time, I felt his cock pressing against me. "Oh, man!" I groaned with desire, "Fuck me, please!" I felt his lubricated palms pressed into my ass muscles, swirling up my back and then down again so that his fingertips flicked over the sensitive place between my balls and asshole. He allowed one hand to linger between my legs, lightly brushing the smooth skin of my balls. The other hand reached for more lubricant. I groaned. One of his fingers had slipped between my cheeks, guiding more of the lubricant down to my sensitive hole. He used one hand to hold my cheeks apart while he squirted more lubricant directly over my tight hole. Then I heard the bottle dropping to the floor. His fingertip pressed into me. The tip of my prick slid against the shower wall. His finger continued to thrust into my hot, tight hole. Everything he touched filled me with an insane kind of pleasure, and I couldn't control the movement my body made in response. I pushed back slightly, forcing his second knuckle inside me. "Oh, God!" I murmured, "Please fuck me hard...." Toby impaled me with a second finger, circling the two inside my hole. I writhed and moaned like a bitch in heat. His other hand pulled my hips back, so that I was supporting myself on my arms and my hips and back were angled. I felt a sense of loss as my cock left the wall. Suddenly I felt this huge, hot thing, stretching my hole. Jolts of pain shot through my body. My body tensed, face creased, lips bitten so I would not scream. Toby thrust further into me and the pain just increased. A high pitched moan escaped from my mouth. In that moment I felt incredible sympathy for every girl I'd ever fucked up the ass. This was like some kind of torture. I felt Toby's fingertips brush across my chest; the other hand stroked my cock. I moaned as pleasure started to mingle with pain. I must be relaxing a little. But then I experienced sudden pain as his thick head slid past my tight exit. He was stretching me wide around his shaft as he slipped inside. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned in my ear. Sounds like something I would have said, I thought, half laughing through the pain. I rolled my head back, so that I could almost see his face behind me in the corner of my eye. The change of position caused the water to run past my shoulder and down to my cock. It took time, but I began to relax. He thrust in and out to loosen me a little more. His hand continued to play my cock, shooting waves of pleasure through my body, until I was shaking back against his chest, pulling myself up almost straight then moving down again. Slowly, I began to realize that most of the pain had passed. I could feel his hot, thick head and shaft moving easily inside me. "Nearly there," he whispered to me. His pace increased. I started to move against him, thrusting down as he pressed up, forcing more of him into me. The friction of his throbbing cock rubbing against every sensitive place in my tight hole made me moan. My own cock was neglected now that Toby's hands had moved to my hips. I didn't need his touch there anymore; the pressure of his burning cock inside me was enough to keep me unbelievably aroused. "Harder," I grunted. I pushed my ass down to impale myself further as Toby's huge rod thrust back and forth inside me. I felt his balls slapping mine as he upped the tempo. Then I felt a blaze of intense pleasure as I felt him rub against my prostate, making me weak in the knees. Oblivious he pierced deep inside me, causing me to moan with pain and pleasure. Toby then pulled out almost completely before returning to that point, the pain receding as his thick dick massaged my insides with pleasure. My cock expanded and my balls felt tight. We were both speaking insanely to the other, lost in intense passion, our words making no sense. He groaned on and on as his dick rammed into me. We were going faster and faster. Toby grunted. He slowed our thrusting right down, rotating his hips so that his cock ground against every surface in my tight hole. I countered by squeezing myself closed, and tilting my hips to crush his cock. "Shit, dude," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum." I released my muscles and started to move fast against him, fucking myself on his cock. His hands flinched and trembled on the thick, sweaty muscles above my hips. I could tell by the way his cock seemed to expand and vibrate in my ass that he was close to the edge. Toby's wet hand grabbed my shaft and started to jack me hard. The assault on both my hole and my cock had me hot and quivering all over. Violent shockwaves shot through me. I convulsed in pleasure. My skin prickled with cold despite the hot water pounding off my back. Toby pushed into me and held his whole length within. He began to jerk in my hole. His cock blew a load inside me. The intensity of the explosion forced cum deep inside me. It was so hot, shooting through me. He pulled back a little, his cock still blasting and quaking. I felt cum press down around his shaft, lubricating to reduce the friction of his movement. "Oh, man!" he gasped, "Oh, fuck!" His fingers slipped around my shaft, squeezing hard and releasing me with each wave of his orgasm. I couldn't help but cry out, I was so close. "Toby," I groaned. Oh, my God. I had another man's cum inside me. What had happened? He had started to ream me again, spreading warm cum as he went. My knees were beginning to bend. I could hardly take the trembling fire that was shooting through my groin. He forced me to stand upright, causing my ass to tighten around him. His long cock completely filled me at this sharp angle. The shower water shot at my tensed face. Toby walked me backwards, balls swinging against mine, so that the water was aimed at my trembling cock. I gasped as both of his hands began to play my long length. I writhed, forcing his dick to move inside me, contacting every sensitive nerve inside my tight hole. I rolled my head back and growled. His hot mouth and tongue stroked my sensitive neck. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned. His fingers worked my flesh harder. I couldn't stop myself even if I'd wanted to. The water caused my sensitive cock to throb. His hands pushed me further, seemingly milking the cum right out of me. And his cock was still wedged up my ass, adding an incredibly pleasant sensation. I gasped. My body jolted as cum pulsed out of my cock. Thick juice blasted out, quickly washed away by the shower's streaming water. Toby continued to rub me, using watery cum as a lubricant. He slowly humped his prick in and out of my hole all the while. Toby slowed and finally stopped altogether. He wrapped his arms around my chest and his head slumped over my left shoulder. Both of our cocks had begun to soften. I could feel less pressure in my ass now. He kissed my cheek and started to pull from me. His cock finally was removed from my asshole with a satisfying slurping noise as it withdrew. There was no going back from this, whatever the cost. The memory of that fuck in the shower would be with me to the end of my days. Toby and I instinctively pulled one another back up the bed, exhausted to the very core of our beings. We lay there for many long minutes, him snuggling in my arms, as sleep began to overtake us. Finally he softly murmured, "Thank you." "For what?" I asked him sleepily. "For everything. For fucking me. For letting me fuck you." "I guess this officially means I'm a God damn bisexual," I said softly, then after a moment, "Promise me that this won't get weird tomorrow. This was fun, but I like chicks too much, if you follow me." "Yeah," he said, "Me too." "Okay," I said. "Okay," he replied, his head resting on my chest. Then after a minute he asked me, "Marc?" "Yes?" I replied. "You know you're my best friend dude," he told me, "And I love you." "I love you too, dude," I answered, knowing it was a true statement. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel him smiling. I was smiling also. There was nothing more that needed to be said, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep. * * * Copyright (C) 2006, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.

"Glory Daze: One Distraction Too Many" by Eagle1 (mff, high school) You! yelled Coach. Yeah, you, he added pointing to make sure I knew it was me he was talking to, Drop and give me fifty! Now! he added in his steely baritone when he saw me hesitate. I was on my hands in seconds after that, loudly counting out with every pushup. I dont give a good god damn what you pansy asses do on your own time, but you better listen to me when I tell you I wont take any shit this year! Coach shouted in his usual blunt manner, deciding to take this moment to let us know, yet again, his opinion on the subject of sex, and the relationship between men and women in general, when it came to his football team, Dont fuck with me. And no sampling the merchandise! Stop smirking at me Jameson. You know what Im talking about. You wanna make doe eyes with the little misses upstairs, fine, but do it on your own time. For the next hour you belong to me! The response from the twenty guys running laps that morning was a resounding Yes, Sir! Coach was a real hard ass, but since he was the winningest coach in the history of our school he practically got away with murder. I needed to be careful it wasnt my murder. This was the start of football season and we were in a heavy rotation of training. He would typically warm us up in the gym before we headed off to the weight room for our workouts. The girls liked to watch us. Our gym was set up so that the one big gym (that was usually used for basketball) could be separated into two smaller courts for practices. One set of stadium bleachers was pushed back against the wall most of the time and the bleachers on the other side were actually located above the main floor like a mezzanine. A smaller practice court was located up there behind them, which the ladies teams usually used. Since it opened to a balcony overlooking our gym, right over the entrance to the hallway leading to the weight rooms, the girls would often come down and watch us work out. Or the flirty ones would at any rate. When I finished my fifty pushups, I stood up to complete my laps as was expected of me. The other guys were just wrapping up and most were walking off to the weight room. I glanced up at the girl whod given me so much trouble. She was still standing there. Brenda Parker stared down into my eyes, a smirk playing on the edges of her lips. Finally, she moved away from the balcony to go back to her own practice court. I winked back at her before she turned away and I started my last five laps around the gym. Steve caught up with me, midway through his last lap. You see her checking me out, man? I asked him, panting. Who? he asked between breaths. The ice queen! No fucking way man. On my honor dude, I told him. I nodded to Steve in acknowledgement, winded and trying to reserve my breath for the jog. The ice queen was the way most guys referred to the oh so virginal visage of Miss Parker. None of my posse would admit to having scored with her, because we all knew the cold shoulder is all any guy ever got when they asked her out. Strangely enough though, Todd Bryerson, the QB of the football team from the neighboring town, had admitted to me over beers one night last summer that she was a real hell raiser. Apparently a girl on his cheerleading squad was Brendas cousin or some relation. To hear Todd tell it, shed given him a cockstand like hed never had before during an awesome threesome out back of Millers Woods. I could believe that. At least about the boner at any rate. One look was all it took. Brenda is nearly as tall as I am. And I stand six feet, three inches tall. She had a long, lean body. The body a tennis star might have, just toned and slightly muscular, especially through the legs, with the tan to prove shed spent her days in the summer sunshine. Her ass was firm and round and she sported a perky pair of breasts that were like firm round apples. She often wore these tight fitting blouses to class that showed them off to their best advantage. Steve took a deep breath and followed his last comment, Well, good luck dude. Think you can go where no mans gone before? You know me, I wheezed, gasping for air. Yeah, he said, laughing as he broke into a fast walk, and slapped me on the back at the same time, I do know you. Youre our last hope, Obi Wan. If you cant do it, it cant be done. With that sentiment he jogged off to the weight room. Most of the guys were already down the hallway with Coach barking orders at their heels. May the Force be with you too! I said, calling after him as I continued on with my laps. Skinner, our assistant coach, nodded to me as he too, took off down the hall. Coming to join us anytime soon, Marc my man? he said. Jesus Christ, I said, really winded by now, Ill be there when I get there! I still had two laps to go. Skinner laughed at me, but his gaze too went thoughtfully up to the balcony, which was now empty. Knowing him the way I did, his thoughts had also been on the nubile young flesh that had been standing there earlier. All the guys were aware that the girls watched, although with Coach, as I had just learned the hard way, if Id had any previous doubts, it was an unwritten taboo that we werent supposed to acknowledge the eyes that watched our sweaty bodies every afternoon in the gym. Every day it was the same. Wed finish our warm up routines and then strut back to the weight room, never acknowledging, but constantly aware of each eye giving us the once over. And we privately jostled and competed for the ones we were hoping to get lucky with. Coach gave em a real show too, putting all of us through the paces: running, pushups, and sit ups. He made sure we got all worked up and had the blood pumping. Sweat pouring out of our bodies. I think he thought pent up sexual energy was good for winning. My last lap seemed to take forever, but I finished the last few feet from a slow jog to a quick walk and finally stopping at the water fountain near the exit. I splashed some water onto my sweat-covered face and pulled off my shirt to let the cool air at my overheated body. With one more drink from the fountain, I set off down the hall to the weight room, shirt in hand, to start the workout I was already late for. I could already hear the clang of weights and the guys joshing around from the open door ahead. About half way down the hall though I heard a giggle. The noise echoing softly in the empty hall, mixing with the raucous noise of the iron plates on the weight benches. I looked ahead to see if it was one of the guys, but realized instinctively that it couldnt be. None of them would have soundedwellso like a girl. A secondary corridor met up in a t-junction about five feet ahead. A break in the lockers along the edge of the hallway that led off to the equipment storage rooms. Coming up to the entrance to the hallway, I saw none other than the ice queen herself, defrosting against a locker. She hadnt changed her clothes and she was wearing her tight team t-shirt and the short pleated tennis skirt that all the members of the girls tennis team wore. Looking all innocent she leaned back against the lockers, her two hands between her ass and the cold metal. Hey, darlin I said, smiling at her, Funny place for you to be hanging round. I get around, she said friendly, but nonchalant. I bet, I replied. Like the stud I am, or at least try to be, I moved in close to her body. She didnt get shy or move away like she normally did. The sound of the metal plates from the weights reminded me that my presence was required elsewhere, but I couldnt resist taking this opportunity in hand. With my free hand I propped myself against the locker in front of her, blocking her there. My face was dangerously close to hers as I leaned into her. I saw you in the gym earlier, I told her. That so? she asked, smiling shyly. Yeah, I said. Were you checking me out? I asked boldly. What do you think I was looking at? she countered in return. Probably my ass, I said, sounding all self-assured, I have a pretty decent ass, you know. Maybe I was, she replied indifferently. Did you like what you saw? I asked my lips brushing against her cheek for a moment. Mmmm, maybe she murmured softly, as she reached up to stroke my free arm right where my bicep met the shoulder muscles, Listen Marc, I was wondering. I didnt let her continue though; my mouth had been pressed so close to hers, my nose had been brushing against the edge of her cheek. Having found no resistance, I continued until my mouth was nuzzling in her neck. My other hand dropped the shirt I was holding and once empty instinctively moved in to take her breast in the palm of my hand, gently squeezing it through the material of her shirt as I felt her up. Yes? I murmured. Oh, that feels so good, she sighed, her train of thought having been derailed for a moment. Since her mouth was shut for a minute it seemed such a waste it just being so unoccupied. I cupped her neck with my free hand, bringing her mouth up to meet mine. Her lips were sweet, with just a hint of salty sweat from her earlier workout. In fact her whole body was covered in a soft sheen of moisture. Maybe it was from excitement? When I broke away from her mouth to go back to her neck, it gave her another opportunity to speak. I was talking to Jen Franklin the other day, she said, intermittently interrupted by my insistent kissing on her neck and shoulder, growing more familiar against her skin. She told me you guys went out a couple time last year, she continued. I grunted my acknowledgement. My tongue was probed the delicate edges of her earlobe. My hand slipped from the cushion of her breast, down her waist and over her ass, coping a hell of a feel as I went. I would have told her anything shed wanted to hear at that point as long as she didnt make me stop. I couldnt believe the luck I was having. Well she and Heather Marshall and, oh, thats niceoh, right there, she breathed into my ear, as I found a sensitive spot. Heather Marshall, I thought, the bitch that blew the whole basketball team last year? Where was she going with this? Id first slipped it to Heather at a Halloween party last year, but she was a pretty well used hole anyway, so I didnt count it among my major achievements. She and I fucked a couple times since then. Mostly when I was in too much of a hurry to find a better hole. What the hell did all this have to do with me? Feeling really emboldened I decided to get my hands under Brendas skirt before she changed her mind. Just then two things happened at pretty much the same time. First Brenda said, Is it true, what they say? That youre the thickest guy at school? As if that wasnt enough to get my attention, I had been slipping my hand up the length of her thigh and under the hem of her skirt. My hand stopped as she spoke, my fingers curling into the flesh of her ass and her moist pussy lips. She wasnt wearing any panties. I pulled back and lifted her skirt. Her little pussy was neatly clipped and glistening with damp. Well what have we got here? I asked Brenda, my thoughts clearly on her cunt lips. My finger slipped into that twat before I even realized what I was doing. Damn fine instinct. Her pussy enveloped my index and middle fingers as they quested around her moist hot flesh. Without saying a word she reached down and pushed her hand into my gym shorts, pushing them down so that she could get her fingers around my stiff cock. My thumb massaged the clit that poked out from between her lips, all stiff and swollen. It certainly feels big, she said, cock in hand. Do you want to find out just how big? I asked. Not here, she murmured. Suddenly she let go of my cock, leaving me breathless. Taking hold of my hand under her skirt she deftly maneuvered around me and headed off down the side hall to the equipment rooms. The door was unlocked and she led us in. It was a matter of seconds before we were crushed against each other, surrounded by towels and sports equipment. I got on my knees on the cold floor, between her legs, my hands pressed against her thighs, pinning her against the shelf. My tongue traced the elegant shape of her pussy and caressed the insides of her thigh muscles, teasing her. Her smell was strong, and getting stronger. I wanted to taste her. Stiffening my tongue I gently stuck it in between her lips. I looked up at her face, as her hips jerked to my touch. Her head had rolled back as my ministrations became more insistent. She started to purr like an engine running. And then, after some persistence, I was treated to the first flood of her cum. I drank from her like a cup, savoring the sweet nectar. My tongue flat against her pussy lips and I lapped up and down, parting her fleshy lips, capturing every drop. My lips found the engorged clit and I wrapped my tongue around it too, sucking. She let out a long low moan of pleasure, her hands against my hair, pressing me into her. Then she cried out for more. I got my tongue into a long round tube, and slipped into her as far as I could go, trying to fuck her slit with my mouth. Her hands went from my head to play with her tits. She jerked her body and arched her back as another wave of orgasm hit her, bathing my face in her satisfying pussy fluids. She stroked every conceivable part of her body in pleasure as the last jolt of it racked through her body. I looked up at her smiling face and knew that it was soon to be my turn. This time she wasnt going to be deterred by the exposure of the hallway. I stood up to face her and she brought my face to hers. Her tongue cat-like lapped up her own juices from where they coated my mouth and chin. My turn, I said to her. Hastily, I pulled off her t-shirt and with one practiced hand removed her sports bra. Her little firm tits spilled out down her chest, and she pushed her skirt to the floor. I neatly stepped out of my own shorts, and we stood there like Adam and Eve, naked as the day we were born, except for the presence of our tennis shoes. All this time we thought you were a good girl, I said, I shouldve believed Bryerson when he said you were the biggest slut in three counties. She smiled at me, grabbing my cock at the same time, Now listen, stud, I wouldnt go that far. At least not in this county! I gasped as she gave my meat an experimental tug. And I should have listened to Julie Shafer sooner, she went on coyly, She said you were good, and the biggest guy on the football team. She pushed me back onto a bench that was up near the end of a shelf. I sat down, her fingers still working my dick. She should know, I stated, looking into her eyes, She fucked us all last year. After a pause to savor her ministrations, I added, So what stopped you anyway? This girl was making miracles happen with just her thumb, which was firmly planted under the front of my mushroom tip, and her forefinger, massaging a really sensitive spot. You think I just want to spread it around here? So you and the other guys can compare notes with Bryerson and the rest of the Spartans? Ohhh, damn, I groaned, Im gonna need to cum soon if you keep that shit up. Not yet, she said, Thats the best part. Climbing up onto me, she sat down on my lap, straddling me on the bench. My cock was now free from her hand and it poked up into the empty air between us, alone and desperate for attention. She placed her hands on my shoulders for balance and ground her pussy against my lap. Her lips rubbed against the underside of my cock again and again, but came no closer to the action I was nearly frantic for. My right hand snaked down to jerk my cock, all the while holding it as close to her pussy as I could get. I want to feel you from the inside, I begged her, Please! She was getting off on her control and I could feel her pussy flood with dampness again as its moisture seeped out to cover my shaft, dripping down towards my balls. I took her firmly by her lower back and forced her closer to me. Now her pussy was pressing firmly against my shaft. Its not nice to tease the animals, I murmured. A sudden surge of testosterone filled me with male urgency, as my balls filled with cum. I needed release soon or I was going to have a hell of a pair of blue balls. Sensing my need, she took my cock from my hand and pressed the tip gently inside her pussy opening. I leaned back on the bench, watching her position herself above me and on me. Then I felt the magnificent sensation of penetrating those full, rich lips as my engorged dick, at nearly ten inches of solid, thick meat, slid inch by incredible inch up that nice, narrow passage. She still felt amazingly tight for a slut who had taken on as many men as Bryerson had claimed. And judging from her reaction to me she was obviously a size fiend. Oh, yeah, baby, she said in my ear, Oh, thats right. Yeah, you bastard, stuff that big cock inside my little cunt. Stretch me out. Oh God, bitch I growled at her in response, still forcing my way inside, Youre so tight, youre the tightest cunt Ive ever had. I was lying to her, but not by much. Her own weight brought her to bear all the way down. What seemed like an eternity actually only took a few seconds. But soon my little man was buried in her steamy fissure. Youre so big, stud, she moaned enticingly. She started to move her ass up and down on my cock, pumping me, at first slowly and then faster and faster. Tell me how much you like it, I begged. Brenda worked herself up into a complete frenzy. She ground up and down, milking me, pulling up to the end of my tip and then sitting back down hard. I grabbed her ass to help her control her movements. Then I began to match her movements with my own careful thrusting. The intense pleasure of her pussy throbbed around me. You bad boy! she cried out, Youre so hard. Youre breaking me apart. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! We had both broken out in sweat, glistening from our exertion in the stuffy, unventilated room. But nothing was stopping this girl as she slammed up and down on top of my prick. I watched her damp breasts bounce up and down in front of my face. Taking one in hand, I buried my face in her chest, tugging and stroking the soft flesh with my lips and teeth. Then I felt that magic feeling in my balls. All this excitement had diminished my staying power beyond belief. Fortunately, I mustve been working the special spot inside Brenda, because she started to cum again, and I felt her convulsions on my cock at the same time I watch the white liquid pour out down my shaft. Oh, god, Marc! she screamed in pleasure, Oh, yeah, right there. Thats it, yeah, right there. I cumming inside you, I said just as quickly, unable to hold back any longer, Jesus Fucking Christ, Brenda, Im cumming. She was still being hit with the last pulses of her orgasm, as I felt my balls let loose and my load begin to spurt out inside her cunt. My cock thrust inside her until the last remaining drops came out. When her orgasm was also finished she came to rest on my lap, my cock still lodged inside her. I was a teenage buck and I didnt feel the least bit tired. Looking into her eyes, I felt myself start to stiffen up again inside her before Id even gone soft. I was ready for another round. What changed your mind? I asked her, after catching my breath, Whyd you bring me in here? Maybe I just couldnt help myself, that tight ass and all, she said, Or maybe its just that Heather wanted to watch us fuck. What? I said, know that I sounded lame. Hey Marc, said Heather coming out from around a set of shelves filled with big, round basketballs. Heather wasnt wearing a stitch of clothes on her body. And I knew its curves pretty well, as most of my posse did. She was on my top ten list, and with good reason. She had the biggest jugs of any girl at the school. Great big mounds that hung down even with the best bra she could find. Breasts hanging down even now, giving those basketballs a run for their money in size and shape. I hope you dont mind, she said, her finger buried in her cunt, But Bren here was getting anxious for a good cock, and I told her she didnt have to leave home for it. Weve got some of the best right here in town. You know I dont mind, baby, I said, grinning from ear to ear, I can always get it up for you! Feels like youre up right now! said Brenda, Maybe Heather wants a turn too? Grudgingly, I let Brenda get up off my boner, exposing me to the cold air. But before I could get lonesome, Heather came up to me and knelt down on her knees before me. She took what she could of my significant length into her mouth and alternated sucking with licking up the juices that coated my monster from its earlier journey. Brenda soon joined her and took turns sucking and licking my nearly ten inch shaft and my big, hairy balls. I felt like the king of the fucking world with these two chicks, both so fucking hot, servicing me like the stud I am. Fuck you two are so hot! I told them, willing them on. But instead they backed away from me for a moment, leaving my cock momentarily unattended. My face reflected my anguish, but Brenda just smiled. Then the girls prepared to give me a show worth paying for. What do you want us to do, Marc? Brenda asked me, while looking longingly at Heather. I want you to eat her out, I said on a whim. At the thought, my cock strained even harder in the empty air. Brenda seemed to favor the idea and leaned her body over Heather and began to rub her mouth around Heathers breasts, as she pushed her to the floor, licking and sucking her nipples lightly. Heather moaned, and Brenda moved down her prone body, slowly kissing the insides of Heathers thighs. Heather was squirming in pleasure beneath Brenda, who turned to look at me. Do you want me to lick her pussy? she asked seductively. Very much, I stuttered. Christ, Brenda, do it! moaned Heather, For fucks sake, suck me! I cant stand it. Brenda licked Heathers swollen clit, and knew exactly how to do it. It wasnt long before Heather started to buck beneath Brenda. Oh, yes! Like that! she yelled, Oh Lord, Im going to cum. Heather came profoundly with a load moan and closed her eyes, throwing her head back. Did you like that Marc? purred Brenda. You bet your sweet ass! I said, now stroking my iron hard cock. I felt like I could have punched a hole through sheet metal right then. Good, said Brenda, as Heather laughed in delight recovering from her orgasm. I think youve been a good boy so far, said Brenda, rubbing her breasts, And I think its time you got to have some more fun. Heather took her partners hint and moved over to me, kissing her way down my stiff abdominal muscles to my waiting dick. Finally she took my cock in her mouth and used her right hand to jack off the parts that wouldnt fit inside her oral orifice. At the same time, Brenda quickly moved down between Heathers open thighs. And, as she was blowing me, Heather spread her legs wide to allow Brenda complete access. Brendas tongue sought out Heathers clit again, and began a hard ramming action with her tongue. It stimulated Heather into even more creative work on my cock. Brenda continued to stick her tongue out, flicking Heathers clit, sucking it in and starting the whole orgasmic process inside Heather all over again. This technique was sure to put Heather over the top in no time, and as her pleasure grew, the work on my cock became more intense. Her mouth was like a Hoover. Oh, fuck yeah! I groaned loudly, Christ, baby! Work it baby, work it! Heather pulled away for a minute to tell me, Your cock tastes so good Marc. I dont know why we dont do this more often. I dont know why either, I said dreamily, But dont stop! I continued, pushing her head back down onto my pole. By this time Brenda had decided shed eaten enough of Heather, so she began to cheer Heather on. Oh, yeah girl, she said, her finger replacing the stimulation in Heathers pussy that shed begun with her tongue, Cmon Heather. Doesnt Marcs big cock taste so good? I bet it feels real nice in your mouth. Heather was and always has been nothing but an easy lay for me. So I felt no compunction at all about using her in this way. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and held it firmly on both sides. Gently, I started to guide her head back and forth along my cock. Then I started to slowly move my hips forward and back, feeding Heather my prick. Thats it Marc, fuck her mouth, enticed Brenda as I started to pick up the pace. Soon I was holding Heather still while I moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I started to fuck her mouth faster now, my cock pistoning in and out of her face. This girl could really take a good face fucking, I thought, as I drove my cock in and out of her open throat. Every once and a while, my cock would slip out of her mouth and slide across her cheek leaving a trail of her saliva and my pre-cum as it went. Since I could only get the first half of my cock in her mouth, I wasnt experiencing the kind of pleasure I felt in the velvet glove of a pussy. Let some men enjoy a good blowjob or a tight little ass, both of which I do, believe me, but I am, have always been, and probably always will be, a pussy man first and foremost. I need your pussy, I grunted, sounding desperate, as I pulled out of her mouth. Brenda knew just the thing. She had Heather lay down on the bench and, while she straddled Heathers face, she pulled Heathers legs back so that Heathers pussy and ass were completely exposed to my waiting dick. Heather went to work immediately slurping up Brendas juices. Seeing clearly what was expected of me I came over at once. I saw that precious cunt waiting for me. It was glistening with the pussy juices of Heathers cum. I saw the lips folded there, pulled back just enough to expose the hole of her vagina and it looked so moist and inviting, like a second home. I felt like such a man then, glad that God had seen fit to grace me with a cock and balls. Proud that it was so big it could give a woman an orgasm just by looking at it. I left my teenage manhood swell. I was in season, rutting like a bull. That pink hole filled all my thoughts and I just couldnt withstand my need and excitement. In a frenzy of desire I plunged my length directly into that inviting cunt, watching my hard inches melt inside. She was so warm. She felt so good. Heather Marshalls cunt was also not a new experience for me. She was so easy that shed been used by the entire basketball team, the football team, and probably the baseball and wrestling teams too. She had a comfortable looseness, even around my considerably wide girth, and I knew that there were no worries about cumming early the way Brendas cunt had forced me too. Even as I reached my hilt, balls slapping against her ass and rubbing against the cold floor, I felt my immediate lust cool into a more sedate pleasure. So there we were positioned with me sliding in and out of Heather, and Brenda squatting over Heathers mouth. I was able to lean in and make out with Brenda while I fucked the shit out of Heathers hole. It was so fucking good being there, feeling Heathers moist juices lubricate my dick in her fiery little oven. My hands cupped Brendas tits, and I finally broke my lips away from hers as I brought mouth down to suck all the glistening salty sweat from off of her pert little tits. Brenda was moaning uncontrollably from the work that Heather was putting into sucking out her cunt, and I moved my tongue over both Brendas nipples to stimulate her further. Her tits were really sensitive and I was being extra sloppy as I sucked on each one, leaving a nice amount of saliva to coat her tits. Suddenly something occurred to me that I wanted to do. I requested that Brenda move further forward until she was all the way over Heathers face. I pulled myself out of Heather and moved over her so that I was close to Brenda, so close in fact that if she turned her head we were face to face. My cock was now nestled in the amply valley of Heathers cleavage and I started to rub my cock there, my tip coming close to where Brendas cunt was being worked by Heathers mouth. Brenda screamed with another orgasm and Heather continued to eat out that tight little fuck hole, while my big, slippery dick rubbed between those tits. Heather, finally getting the idea, moved her hands up to her tits and squeezed them together for me. Feeling my cue, I forced my cock into the tight tunnel of flesh that she was creating for me. It slid in easily with all the pussy juice and sweat. I was now pumping my cock between Heathers tits as she held them together, trapping me in there. My cock was totally enveloped in her tit-flesh as I titty fucked her, except for the end of my dick which was too long to be wholly enveloped by Heather on a forward thrust. The time came out near her face and pushed ever so into Brendas cunt; getting lapped on by Heathers wandering tongue for its troubles. Oh, damn Marc! called out Heather, taking a momentary pause for breath, Fuck I love your hard cock between my tits. Do you like how it feels between my tits, Marc baby? Damn, bitch, I love it between your fucking tits, I grunted, almost to myself, Christ, they feel so hot and soft around my cock. I pushed Brenda off of Heather then, and I pulled my prick out from its confines in those tits and forced it into Heathers mouth, as far as it would go. I fucked her face for about a minute and then moved my cock back to her tits. I placed my dick between that tender flesh again and Heather wrapped the soft skin around my throbbing member. I was really fucking them now, thinking of nothing but my cock and this sluts tits. And Brenda was now playing tonsil hockey with me again, as she moved her cunt back near Heathers mouth in an effort to get her to lick it again. Brenda reached down and started fingering her own cunt, since Heather had gotten so caught up in the titty fucking she was playing more with her own nipples and ignoring Brendas cunt even though it was right in her face. My cock continued to slip into and out of those tits. My balls slapped against the skin. Finally, I needed to cum. Im gonna cum on your tits! I groaned, suddenly shooting a big load as I continued thrusting. When I was finished I was still hard. I didnt need any rest. Whos next? I asked grinning. Youre still hard? queried Brenda skeptically. Hell, said Heather lazily underneath us, I told you Marc can go all night. Damn straight! I crowed proudly, stroking my dick. I was harder than steel. Harder even than before. And it was soon clear that the girls werent through by a long shot either. I felt big and bad and strong. I had all the staying power in the world, with one girl in my arms and the other underneath me. Fucking Christ! Brenda said, finally looking down, If thats the case then I need that cock inside me again. She got up and in turn made me get off of Heather. Brenda pushed me down onto the waiting bench again, so that I was laying there, my johnson standing straight, tall and proud. Then she moved over towards me and took my cock in her hand, which was cool against my burning flesh. With a hold of my cock, she lowered herself down onto me. I was anticipating the feeling of being inside her tight pussy again and when she rubbed my head on her pussy lips before I slipped inside I almost thought Id lose control and squirt like a virgin. Then she lowered herself down further until I was totally enveloped in her tight cunt again. She started to move up and down on my cock, fucking me like the whore she was. I leaned back on the bench and enjoyed the ride. Heather, not to be left out though, moved over to us and got between Brendas legs. She started to lick Brendas pussy as it was fucking my prick. Every once and a while moving her tongue against my naked flesh or down around my exposed balls too. Brenda began to groan with delight again. Repeatedly, in her animated fucking, she would let me slip from her cunt and Heather would take me into her mouth, tasting her friends nasty juices on my rod. All too soon though I would find myself putting my cock back into Brendas warm pussy and she would continue to ride me like a bronco. Finally, I sat straight up on the bench, and when Heather moved in behind Brenda, I began to play with her tits. Brenda put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself in the adjusted position, and really started to fuck me with her own momentum, daring her to make me cum inside her cunt again. Her pussy was pounding down onto my cock. I just couldnt get over how tight she felt, taking into account all the guys shed likely fucked. I could feel the cum start to boil in my balls again and knew what was coming up. Heather somehow seemed to sense it too and she crawled up to me and whispered into my ear, Cum in my mouth Marc, I want to taste you. You better get down there then, I said, as I suddenly felt a wave of urgency pass through me, Fuck, I think Im going to cum right now. Heather wasted no time in making her way over to the action and waited for her prize. As close as I was now, I started to buck my hips up into Brendas snatch like a madman. Here it cums, I roared, as Brenda pulled herself off my cock, Heather took me into her throat immediately. My blast of cum of cum was epic and it went straight down Heathers throat. She pulled me out of her mouth and started to jerk me off onto her gorgeous face. My cum sprayed all over her face and tits, making her look like a porn star. She managed to squeeze all the seed from my dick, milking it hard. Brenda got onto her knees and took me into her mouth, tasting my cum also. She sucked off whatever remaining juice was on my prick. Then she looked over at Heather and they started to make out, engaged in a very sensual kiss, sharing my juice between them. It was intensely erotic. They continued to swap my load. I made my way over to them and noticed that there was still a good amount of cum on Heathers tits. Brenda moved her head to Heathers chest and started to lick my spunk off those tits, tasting a mixture of sweat and semen. Lick her tits clean Brenda, I instructed. We better get you hard again, because we are far from being done here, Brenda cooed softly to me, while complying with my request. I moved over to the bench again and sat down. Both girls soon crawled over to me and started to suck my cock again, getting me ready for the next round. I knew at that age that I was still good for an all night bang, so they had me hard again in only a few seconds. I rose to my feet and told them both to lie face down on the floor. As they both did so, I watched as their tits pressed against the floor. I jerked my cock off as I watched them lay there, wiggling their little asses up at me. Both girls were giving me a perfect view of their pink snatches. And they both had their asses slightly raised into the air. I moved over to them and straddled Brendas ass. I placed my cock between her legs and slid my cock into her tight cunt. Oh, Lord, I couldnt get enough of how tight she felt. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the floor by her shoulders. I started to fuck her sweet cunt, feeling my prick melt into her pussy. Just when she really started going and moaning, I pulled out and moved over to Heather and entered her the same way. I shoved my cock all the way in as hard as I could on the first thrust. She screamed out in pleasure, as groaned in response. I pulled my cock out of Heathers cunt and laid it between the crack of her ass. I took each cheek and squeezed them around my cock, fucking them as I had just fucked her tits earlier. Shit, youre such a little slut Heather. You want me to stick my hard dick into your little ass? Dont you? I asked her, forcefully, Youd like it if I fucked you up you ass, wouldnt you? Yes, Marc! Please fuck my ass! But I said nothing more. Just moved away and slapped her exposed cheeks. I moved over to Brenda again and inserted my cock into her cunt. I started to fuck her again. However, with her, I slid a finger up her ass as I was pounding her pussy. If I thought her pussy was tight, I found her ass so tight I could barely get my finger into it. I pulled it out and sucked it, making it wet with my saliva. I then put it back into her ass and it slid in much easier this time. I was now fucking Brendas cunt with my cock and her ass with my finger. It was the fucking bomb. I was now able to slide two fingers into her tight little asshole. I looked over at Heather and said, Start fingering your ass, and get it ready for my cock. She immediately moved her hand to her ass and started to work one of her fingers in and out. I continued to let Heather finger her ass a little longer and then I pulled out of Brenda and moved back to Heather. She had by far the largest, roundest ass of the two. Even if it was no less sexy than Brendas. I positioned myself over her ass and placed the head of my very sloppy cock at her asshole. Heather reached around and spread her ass cheeks as far apart as they would go. I slowly eased my hard on into her tiny asshole. Shed been used by me here before too, but the feeling of that tight muscle around my big cock was still outstanding. I had my head in her anal passage and started to force more of it into her, inch by tender inch. Oh, yeah! she moaned, Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard. I now pushed my cock in all the way and had my balls resting on her pussy lips. Fuck! You like taking it up the ass, dont you bitch? I asked her. Jesus! Fuck yes! Now fuck it you bastard, she begged, Fuck my ass! I started to pump my cock in and out of her asshole. The feeling was amazing. I had fucked my share of bitches up the ass, but this felt different somehow. I was now fucking her ass hard, letting my cock piston in and out. Heather was screaming in pleasure as I drove my cock into her behind. I planted both my hands on the floor by her head and fucked her ass just like she wanted me too. I pulled my dick out of her ass and moved over to Brenda, who awaited my anal assault. As I moved inside Brenda I said, Thats it. Oh, yeah! Youre asshole is so fucking tight. Better than your pussy even. Bryerson said you like it in the ass. I could tell she really enjoyed the way I talked to her, as dirty as possible, calling her all kinds of nasty names. I started to really pound her ass and she started to buck her ass back at me, obviously well used in this hole too, trying to take me deeper in. I pulled out of her and moved back to Heather and inserted my cock back into her ass, which was now so nice and loose that I could really hammer her. I could not believe how much these sluts liked getting fucked up their asses. This whole experience was incredible to me. After a few minutes I moved back over to Brenda and started to fuck her ass again. She was now reaching under her pelvis, fingering her sopping wet cunt. I continued fucking Brendas ass until she was screaming in another orgasm. I was pounding her ass, making my balls slap again and again against her soaking wet cunt. After her orgasm subsided, I got up on my feet and stood there. Both girls then crawled over to me and knelt in front of me. Heather took my cock into her mouth and started to finger herself while she gave me head. She was just using her mouth to fuck me, no hands. She let me slip from her mouth and Brenda took my dirty cock deep into her throat in one motion. She too was using no hands to suck me. On impulse I grasped both the girls heads and turned them so they were facing each other. I moved their lips together and started to slide my cock between their mouths. They started to lap at my prick with their tongues as I fucked their lips. Brenda then moved her head forward and let my cock slide into her mouth. I fucked her mouth for a few moments and then she let it slip out and Heather took it into her mouth. I continued to fuck her throat for a while and switched back to Brendas. I took turns fucking their faces, switching back and forth between their mouths. Remembering my earlier enjoyment, I said, I want to cum between your tits. Both girls got down on their backs and placed themselves at a good position for me to get my cock between their tits so I could fuck them. Make your tits nice and wet for me, my little darlins, I said to them, Make them nice and slick, so I can fuck em real good. Both girls reached down to their wet cunts, got their hands nice and wet, and then started to rub the pussy juices all over their breasts. Their tits were now shining in the dim light and were ready to be fucked. I positioned myself in front of Brendas pert pair first, and she enveloped me between them. Not as well as Heather, but sufficient to the task. I started to move my hips up and down, feeling my cock slide so easily between her hot, slippery tits. The mixture of her sweat, cunt juice, and my pre-cum made an unreal lubricant and let me fuck her tits so well and I pumped my cock into the fleshy vessel she had created for me. Then I moved myself over in front of Heather. She had her hands on either side of her tits all ready and was awaiting me. I put my cock between her breasts and she squeezed them together, trapping me once again. Fuck, your tits are so amazing, I groaned in ecstasy, I could bone these tits all day. I could slide my dick between your big titties all fucking day! I was in heaven. And I was with two gorgeous little sluts who loved what I was giving them. Heather bent her head downwards so she could start licking and sucking on the end of my cock as it peeked out of the front of her tits. I moved back over to Brenda and put my cock back between her tits. Oh, my turn again, she moaned excitedly and squeezed her tits together so hard that I thought my cock was going to get crushed. I started pumping again, making her tits heave a little. As I started pumping up and down, she started to move her chest up and down, so that she was now jerking me off with her big tits. The sensation was amazing. I continued fucking her tits for a little while and then moved back over to Heather who was now rubbing more of her sweet pussy juice on her tits. This time she forced her tits together before I got in there and shaped them so that I could go straight in. I started to rub my cock on her nipples and that almost drove her crazy. Then I slid my cock straight into her tit flesh. In no time I was pumping forward and back, forward and back, tickling her tits with my curly pubic hairs. The friction was causing so much heat between her tits; it was like an oven in there. Heather started to shudder and she exploded in an orgasm. I fucked her tits for another minute and then moved back over to Brenda. I leaned over to her tits and spat out a big gob of saliva into my hand, rubbing it onto those tits. I started to spread it around with the head of my cock. Come on baby, Brenda told me, I want you to cum on my tits. Once again, with the hots I had for Brenda, I knew that I was on the verge of blowing a massive load and sped up my humping in earnest. Fuck, Im gonna cum, I grunted. As my cock pumped between Brendas tits I shot a load that struck the bottom of her chin. Brenda bent forward a bit and opened her mouth taking the next shot straight into her mouth. By now, Heather had her face down by her friends tits and was inches away from my pumping cock. I was still fucking Brendas tits and I shot another gob out of the end of my cock. This one hit Heather on the lips and in no time she had her tongue out to lick them clean. Fuck! I exclaimed loudly, feeling momentarily exhausted, with my dick rapidly deflating. I fell back onto the floor between them, letting them nuzzle up to my broad, muscled chest. That was amazing, I breathed, I cant believe how hot you both are. Shit, I wish we had time to go all afternoon. Then it occurred to me that I was late. I mean I was wicked late. Fuck! I said realizing my error. I didnt even know how much fucking time had passed. Shit! I said, now in a hurry. Grabbing my shorts from where theyd landed. The girls laughed at my antics, made more comical in my haste. Well have to do this again sometime! called Brenda after me, all smiles. Id like that, I replied, making my way to the door, But next time, lets do it after school. By the time I retrieved my stuff and got to the gym the workout was over, and the guys had hit the showers. When Id made it to the locker room, I knew I was in deep shit up to my ears. Where the fuck exactly have you been? asked Coach, in a low tone that brooked no argument or bullshit, And itd better impress me. Figuring the truth was all I had to work with, I thought, what the hell, here goes nothing. I just got laid by two girls in the equipment room, I ventured. And I suppose you think thats funny, said Coach, not really meaning it as a question. I think I probably paled at that point. You are in so much fucking trouble, he told me, I cant believe youd lay a line of bullshit like that on me. I dont even want to hear anymore about it. You know youre the best damn fullback I got, but I swear by the good Lord Almighty youll be running laps for a week. Well discuss your punishment later. Now take your fucking ass and go shower. He didnt need to tell me twice and I was out of his sight. Secretly, I think that Coach liked me; even though he carried on that my antics caused him grief. And I was relieved that I got off so lightly, although I knew that Id be made an example of publicly. All that I could live with considering the reason for the punishment. Pushing through the guys in the locker room, Steve was the first person I made for. When he saw me, he looked puzzled, perhaps partly by my disappearance and partly by the ear-to-ear grin that was plastered across my face. What the fuck? he asked, Where the fuck you been? Coach is pissed. Hell, I know, I replied, nonchalantly, I just came from his office. So why the fuck are you smiling? My grin got bigger if that was at all possible. Steve, my man, let me tell you all about it. And that, as they say, is all he wrote. * * * Copyright 2002, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. 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"Boys Will Be Boys" by Eagle1 (m+M/f, gangbang, teens, mf, high school) Boys Will Be Boys by Eagle1 I love football. I love the rush. I love playing in the crisp, cool autumn weather. I love the roar of the crowd on a Friday night. I love tackling another player, and smashing him flat on the ground. I love getting a hold of the ball and running down the field to the adulation of a whole stadium full of rabid fans. I love the game. Ive played football since I was a freshman in high school. It was the first sport I lettered in and the one I hold above all others. My dedication showed in that I was the only freshman at my school to be picked for the varsity squad after first year summer tryouts. And while the game has many finer points to love, as with all sports, one of the best parts is of course the cheerleaders. What could be better than playing the game all the while knowing that some of the most beautiful girls in school would be cheering you on? Doing their sexy little routines. Their tits bouncing up and down while they cheered. Their asses shaking in those tight little outfits. Their short skirts riding up their thighs. The lucky players had a cheerleader of their own for after the game. And I was often a very, very lucky player indeed. Man, there is nothing better than winning a hard fought game and then a quick fuck right after the game with some tight little bitch in the back of a car, so horny that you cant even wait to get your clothes off. There were plenty of girls who didnt want anything more from a young jock than to just help him relieve some of that post game tension. And the coaches quietly looked the other way of course, because it gave us players something to focus all our left over pent up energy on. Yes, I love football. But I didnt love practice nearly as much. We had a game that Friday night, as we did most Fridays. But before the big game we had practices. This was the one inevitable evil that I could think of. And the Coach was a hard man. He always put us through all our paces, making everything especially rough, a real workout. And this practice had been no exception to the general rule, in fact maybe a little worse. If I had spent more time concentrating on the game, rather than on the cheerleaders doing their routines across the field, I didnt think I would be feeling it quite as much as I was about then. My muscles ached. Coach had made some of us run extra laps in full gear. Ostensibly to make sure our stamina was up to mad dashes across the field, but truthfully because we needed to be reminded who was boss. Most of the players had left the field earlier, except for those lucky guys like me who were sent running around the field a couple times. When we were finally finished we went into the locker room and started stripping off our uniforms and gear, joking around as usual. A lot of the guys had already showered at this point and were getting ready to leave or had left. The simple fact is that in a locker room guys razz each other. It is common and it is the accepted and expected practice. If you dont engage to show you can take it, you just wind up making it harder on yourself. Thats what a lot of shy guys dont understand. I walked up to my locker as I heard one of the junior linebackers say to another, Hey, man, I heard you laid Jen Franklin the other night. Is her pussy really as tight as Nick says it is? Man, its better! came the wholehearted reply. Fuck you know McFarland? responded someone else from further down the line, who made a crude hand gesture as he said, The only action you ever got was with your own right hand. Funny, man, said McFarland, not taking it seriously, Thats not what your mother told me last night when I had my dick in her loose pussy and she was calling my name like a whore. The whole aisle erupted in general laughter. Having reached my locker, I opened it and started taking off my gear. My locker was near my friend Gregs. He was laughing at some joke with our other friend Steve, whose locker was across the aisle. They were both just back from their showers. Steve said to no one in particular, Did you see that new red-headed girl in Chem? I was naked by this point and wrapping a towel around my waist in order to head to the showers. Naw, man, I asked Whats she like? Big hooters, man, said Greg, making gestures to indicate their size. Yeah, you think you can get some of that, man? Steve asked him, knowing Gregs type. Dont know, Greg pondered, She gives me a woody whenever I look at her, man. I feel like Im gonna break my desk apart its so hard. He paused thinking it over, Yeah, I think Ill have to try her tight ass out. Not if I get in there first, I said jokingly and I gave him a playful shove as I turned to go to the showers. You had to go outside the area where the lockers themselves were and down a short hallway to get to the actual showers. I stopped to talk to a few guys along the way. I was pretty popular and on friendly terms with most of the other guys. When I finally made my way down to the showers there were some guys still under the running water. I put my towel on the rack outside the door and walked inside with a nod to one of the guys. It was a big open room with a bunch of shower heads. I picked one that was a couple away from the next closest guy and I started soaping down my body, closing my eyes as I let the feel of the warm water pulse over my aching muscles. Calgon take me away. The spray felt damn good and I swear I was about a million miles away when Frank Jamesons voice pulled me out of my daydream. Harry, you fag! he shouted over the spray, Get away from me man! What the fuck are you doing with that boner? It wasnt that I particularly wanted to look. I mean Id seen plenty of boners before, mostly in porn videos, but I still looked involuntarily over to confirm what the hell Jameson was hollering about. Sure enough Harrys prick was standing up at attention. Oh, man, I thought, hed catch hell for that. But then I looked up at his face. He wasnt looking at us. I glanced in the direction of his gaze and saw a sweet young thing standing in the doorway. Naked that is. And female. Very female. Her name was Julie Shafer. She was one of the cheerleaders I had been watching earlier when I should have been paying more attention to the Coach. You see, later on that night, we would learn that Julie was on some kind of dare from the other cheerleaders. But at that moment she all we knew was that she looked like Venus silhouetted in the doorway. Her hand supporting her lithe body against the frame of the opening. At that point we didnt really care why she was there. Her full, round tits were hanging in front of her, nipples large, hard and pointing out sharply in front of her. Her long strawberry blonde hair was up in a twist, but a lock of it had escaped and hung ever so invitingly against her cheek, stuck somewhat to her forehead by the humidity of the room. My eyes traveled down her frame to take in her revealed outline and the gorgeous shape of her firm round ass and luscious thighs. But the highlight of the whole experience was that delicate pink pussy, clearly visible, nestled in its neatly shaven home. She put her free arm on her hip and sort of lounged nonchalantly. I felt my manhood rise to the occasion. Hey boys, she said, Looks like I made a wrong turn somewhere back there. Wow! said someone stupidly. Well, you boys, she said looking around her smiling, What a way to welcome a lady! I took my eyes off her for a moment and, looking around, noticed we were now all sporting boners. A little unsure of how to handle the scene developing in front of us, and being of the same pack mentality, we moved inadvertently closer together. Julie moved away from the doorway and started slinking towards us, immersing herself into the shower spray, reached up and loosen her blonde locks as she strutted. Her firm breasts rode high and proud in front of her. Her long hair spilled down her back as she got as wet as the rest of us. She paused about halfway between the door and the closest man of us, modeling a little for us, moving her hands through her wet hair as the water hit upon her chest and ran down her skin in rivulets until it hit her cunt lips and then proceeded on down her long silky legs. I didnt come all the way over here from the ladies locker room for nothing, she said with laughter in her voice, Whos going to be first? Clearly that was an invitation to party. We looked around at each other, each of us strangely hesitant to engage her on the offer considering all of our earlier bragging. Harry Duchene bravely stepped forward, and we patted him on the back, urging him on. He was a cocky son of a bitch anyways and we watched him walk over to her. She knelt down in front of him without any preliminaries and took his cock into her mouth, grabbing him by the balls at the same time. That was what broke the spell holding the rest of us in check. Josh Reardon and Bill Howard moved in closer and pressed their dicks into Julies face. She couldnt take all three of them in her mouth at the same time, and Harry was insistent she work on him first, so she did the only thing a girl in that position could do, she reached up with each available hand and started jacking Josh and Bill off. After a couple minutes of watching all this though, Jameson clearly had other ideas. Ideas which I shared. Guys, lets get this show on the road. Get her on her knees, he said to those who would listen, rubbing his hands together to mime anticipation. Every man in the place wanted to get a feel of that sweet body and a few were actually trying. Those of us who hadnt moved fast enough or werent close enough to get a front row seat moved our hands up and down our dicks as spectators. Jameson was insistent. At his urging, they finally got her down on her knees. Harry wasted no time in moving back in front of her face so that he could continue to receive his blowjob. She needed to lean on her hands and arms; otherwise Im sure that Josh and Bill would have liked to have had their hand jobs continued. Now they were relegated to the same frustrated condition as the rest of us, although they continued to stand near her in case any orifice became vacant. There wasnt an immediate chance of that, with Harry in her mouth and Jameson positioned behind her. Jameson wasted no time in sinking to his knees, moving in behind her, and without hesitation slipping his wet prick into her pussy. Oh, man, he said, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of her for a moment, Shes just as tight as I hoped. He thrust his modest prick in and out of her pussy, hammering at her cunt. After a few moments Harry grunted and came into her pretty mouth. He moved away and Josh wasted no time in getting into position in front of her. He was so eager to get sucked that he grabbed her hair forcefully shoving his prick down her throat and started fucking her face. He was very wound up and it took him only four thrusts before he was shooting his load into her mouth. Jameson in turn gave one mighty thrust at about the same time and pulled out of her pussy, shooting his load against the outside of her ass and pussy lips. I was getting ready to take over from Jameson, having waited long enough, but Bill Howard, who was closer, slipped into position in front of me, replacing my man Jameson. He started to work away on her, pecking at her pussy with his tiny little dick. Another guy took up Reardons place in her mouth, which left three of us who still hadnt gotten a piece of anything yet. Hurry up, I said to Bill, putting a hand on his shoulder to urge him to finish, Or some of us are going to need to take a cold shower instead of a warm one. Randy and Todd and I were the only ones left and we stood around looking at each other expectantly. Randy and Todd were both linebackers, each weighing in at around an impressive two hundred fifty pounds. But at six feet, three inches tall, I weighed in at a cool two hundred pounds of pure, dense teenage muscle. I was also the atypical alpha male in the room. No one there had anything on my thick almost ten inches of cock. When Id been in junior high, Id been teased mercilessly for being well hung. Now that we were all older though my buddies had become the most envious mother fuckers on the planet because they knew my dick was part of the reason why I got laid so much. Watching all this action had me real boned up and I was horny as hell. Id missed my chances earlier, but I couldnt wait much longer. This was too much. I wanted some pussy now one way or the other. So I muscled Bill off of Julie while he was still thrusting into her. He didnt even have time to protest. I moved in behind her, lifting her ass up so that I could get my steel hard cock into that moist, slick pussy. I felt like I could cut a diamond I was so hard. I moved into her slowly savoring that tightness. She was so wet from the stimulation that she had gotten from Jameson and she was breathing heavily. I watched myself as I pushed forward, forcing my fat cock to squeeze further inside her tight lips. I slid inside until about four inches was filling her tight hole. Ohhhhhh... she moaned around the guys dick in her mouth. I backed out of her then, just before sliding my entire cock into this girls needy hole. Ohhhh God! she cried, taking the dick in her mouth out for a moment, really feeling me fill her up more fully than the first two dicks shed just had. I began to slide in and out of her. The guy in her mouth finished then and Randy moved in to take his place. He may not have had the longest equipment, but like me he was thick as a tree trunk and he forced himself down Julies throat. The sight of it was so hot that I pumped again and again, my horse balls slapping against her. I had my rhythm down. Ohhh! she cried out, momentarily pulling Randy out of her mouth, Ohhh, God! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Randy quickly stuck his log back inside her. Meanwhile my long, thick cock pulled her pink pussy lips outward each time I withdrew. Her cunt was so fucking wet! And so tight around my dick! She was writhing, moaning on the floor helplessly as I screwed her hard, her orgasm rising. Suddenly, Julie stopped moaning around Randys dick and all that could be heard over the shower spray was my dick slapping into her as I fucked her. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! she suddenly hollered around Randy, cumming hard. Feeling her pussy walls vibrating around my dick made me totally lose it. I pulled my huge, throbbing meat out of her warm vagina and a huge wad of my cum shot into the air just as my head pulled out of her lips. It shot over her naked body and onto her upper back. I groaned, leaning forward as more cum shot out. It landed on her right ass cheek, and more shot onto her left. I was like a fire hose and the remainder of the white cream firing out of my dick was aimed for her pussy itself, creating a nice cream pie for the next guy. She was so fucking hot, that I groaned again, getting out from between her legs as I moved out of the way for Todd who was waiting patiently. Like Randy, he had a thick bull cock, though not as thick as Randys and certainly not in my league. Meanwhile Bill was clearly feeling the urgency too much to be angry with me. When Randy finished with Julies mouth Bill put his dick in there. She must have found his tiny dick a relief after having to deep throat Randys big monster. Todd and Bill finished dropping their loads in short order. At this point all of the guys had either fucked her or gotten a blowjob. But things were really only just getting started. Jameson was feeling insatiable, as were we all. He moved Julie down onto the wet floor, so that she lay flat on her back in the pooling water from the shower spray, and he became the first to go for seconds as he climbed on top of her. My dick was like iron and I wanted nothing more than to fuck this girl again too. Therefore, even though I knew that time was passing quickly, my excruciating need made everything feel like slow motion. Frank, positioned prone over this waiting girl missionary style, started fucking into her cunt deliberately. None of us wanted to risk leaving a load in her pussy, so when he was nearly there Jameson pulled out and dumped his second load on her stomach. The water quickly began to wash his semen down the drain along with that of mine and the other guys whod taken turns fucking her orifices earlier, that is to say those of us who hadnt cum in her mouth. The empty place in her pussy was quickly replaced in succession by Harry and Josh, neither having any staying power for serious fucking, so there wasnt long to wait for another turn. When Josh was finished I realized that Id have my best chance. Walking over to her, stroking my boner as I went, I helped Julie up to her knees. She brought her hand down and stroked my cock as she kissed it tenderly. The water poured off her back and shoulders and my hard cock remained inches from her smiling face as she continued to stroke me, looking at it. Then she shoved it eagerly into her mouth, as much as she could take inside all at once. I groaned as her warmth engulfed me. I placed my hand on her wet hair, watching her lips glide up and down my shaft. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and held it straight up as she lapped at my balls hungrily, sucking them inside her mouth. Her hand stroked my cock as she licked all over my sack and my shaft. Then she stood up in front of me, smiling her beautiful smile. Fuck me again Marc she whispered erotically. Happy to oblige, I told her, as I turned to the roomful of guys wanking their dicks and said, Let me show you how its done gents. I slipped my arms around her soft, wet body, hands grabbing her ass. I kissed her hard, tongue sliding into her mouth. We were both breathing heavily into each others mouths, pressing our wet bodies against one another. I broke the kiss and Julie was helpless as I spun her around. She bent over in front of me in the shower, arms resting against one of the ledges on the shower wall. I almost came just at the sight of her amazing ass bent over in front of me, soaking wet. Julie parted her legs, giving as much of herself to me as she could. As bad as I was dying to shove my cock into her, I found the strength of will to kneel behind her. I kissed each of her ass cheeks, my hands grabbing them and squeezing them, spreading them apart. I could see her asshole as my hands held her cheeks apart. Then I kissed along the crack of her beautiful ass, kissing down towards her cunt. I lapped at and kissed her furrowed pussy lips and she gasped. I sucked the swollen lips of her cunt into my mouth, running my tongue up and down them as I sucked gently. Julie brought her hand down between her legs and began to play with her clit as I tongued her pussy slit. I let the sensitive lips slip out of my mouth and I licked up the inside of her cunt towards her ass, tasting her delicious juices. Oh she sighed, pussy on fire. I licked up to her ass, running my tongue around the entrance to her asshole. This girl got even wetter. I slid my tongue into her asshole. Oh, yes she whispered, her fingers rubbing her clit harder. Squeezing her ass tightly, I began to slide my tongue around her anus, rimming all over the tight hole. Oh, God, she moaned out of clenched teeth, Im gonna cumIm gonna cumOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! She clearly was cumming. Her entire body was wracked in orgasm; I could see her body pulsating. I kissed each of her ass cheeks again as she recovered, gasping for breath. Then I stood up behind her, my cock now as hard as ever. Slowly I ran the tip of my cock down the crack of her ass, Julie stayed bent over in front of me. Then I placed the mushroom head of my dick against the swollen, inflamed lips of her cunt. I pushed forward and her lips parted easily for me, so stretched by her earlier fucking that they allowed me to slide all the way inside in one long stroke. Oh, God! she moaned loudly as my cock slid deep into her. She pressed her ass back against me in response, trying to get me as deep in her as possible. I grabbed the sides of her ass and began to fuck her. I immediately began to screw her hard, there was no stopping me. My dick slid in and out of her horny pussy using long hard strokes. I was staring down at her beautiful ass as I fucked her, her ass cheeks were shaking with each impact. Our sex making a constant slap, slap, slapping noise as my groin connected loudly against her. And she felt good. Her cunt was so hot, so warm around my thrusting rod as I fucked her with as much intensity as I was worth. This girl was capable of multiple orgasms and I hoped our audience was taking notes as she came again from the thorough screwing I giving her! Ohhhhhohhhhhohhhhh she moaned repeatedly, cumming again. Her cunt spasmed violently around my driving cock! Still I fucked her doggy style right there in the shower with God and several other witnesses taking in my slapping hard dick pushing and pulling against her ass. Oh, God! she cried out, recovering, Fuck me up the ass! I didnt need to be told twice. I had been staring at her ass the entire time, desperately wanting to be in there. I slid my cock out of her slick pussy and ran the mushroom head up the crack of her sexy ass. It stopped at the entrance to her asshole. I pushed forward, but her ass wouldnt give. I pushed harder, trying to squeeze the head inside her tight hole. Still no luck. I looked at the shower, hoping a bottle of shampoo or body wash was available. Now I was in luck! Sure enough there it was. I reached over and grabbed it, scrambling to get it open. I poured some onto my cock, rubbing it all over the head and shaft. I put the bottle back as I prepared to try again. I placed my now lubed up cock at the entrance to her asshole again. Then I pushed forward and watched my hard dick slowly slide into Julies asshole. Oh, fuck! she moaned with pleasure and pain, Oh, my God! My cock was halfway up her ass. I slid partway out and than rammed it back in, this time jamming my entire dick into her rectum. She moaned in pain. I grabbed the sides of her ass and held it against me. I looked down at her ass, loving how it looked with my cock disappearing into her tight asshole. I began to fuck her, gentle at first so as not to hurt her. In and out of her asshole I went, over and over. In no time at all, she relaxed and was actually ramming her ass backwards to meet my thrusts. She was moaning loudly as her ass got fucked, and she was losing control again. I slid my hand around to the front of her body, my fingers finding her clit as I fucked her ass. As soon as my fingers rubbed her clit her orgasm exploded. OHHHHHHH GOD! she cried out so loud I figured the whole building must have heard her, OHHHHHHHH GOD! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHH FUCK! She came as hard as ever, actually gasping for breath, heart pounding, her ass and cunt convulsing. I let out a groan, she was so fine. Oh, God, I groaned against her, I need your pussy. We wasted no time. As I pulled out she climbed into my waiting arms and I lifted her like a feather. She hung on to me wrapping her sexy legs around my waist and I leaned back against the shower wall, lifting her by the legs up and down onto my big shaft as we went. Give me some of that ass, Randy begged, coming over to us. He moved up behind her, grabbed onto her ass, and then he started fingering her in her freshly fucked asshole. I pulled my dick out of her pussy to accommodate him and in the process my soldier became wedged between Julies stomach and my six-pack. We were so wet in the spray of the shower that I was able to continue thrusting between our bodies, rubbing in the friction created as our damp bodies pressed together. Randy continued to slide his finger in and out of her ass, but then finally pulled it out and replaced it by wedging his thick cock into the rosebud of her ass instead. We were of the same general height, so I was able to easily reposition myself back inside her pussy. I could feel our thick cocks moving in rhythm together, one in each hole. Harry came over to us and I adjusted Julies legs to get them up as high as possible. Harry eager for any action moved his hand between my chest and Julies in order to grab onto her breast. He started trying to thrust his cock closer towards us desperately. Luckily for him, Randy had little staying power. Unlike me who had more practice with women, most of my buddies in the locker room were not that experienced, either that or the excitement was too much for them. When Randy pulled away Harry slipped in behind him, filling up the void left in her ass. I could only keep thrusting because I was pinned against the wall. Julies dazed eyes looked back at me, a mix of pleasure and pain, moaning and groaning. Fuck I needed her pussy so badly. I rammed into her hard, the warmth of her vagina engulfing me on each thrust. I was voracious. Harry quickly lost it and pulled out of her ass. If anyone else wanted the opportunity to try it, I didnt give them the option. Pulling away from the wall, my lips found hers and I began to kiss her, but we were forced to break the kiss as I began to fuck her really hard, bouncing in and out of her cunt, faster and faster. But I was finally losing it. Her huge breasts were bouncing violently up and down between with each time I rocked her down on my dick. Her feet were flailing behind my thrusting ass. My cock jack hammered in and out of her helpless body. Oh, God, I groaned, Im cumming! Oh, yes Marc, she moaned excitedly, Cum inside me! I cant get enough of your cock! I couldnt have pulled out if Id wanted to; I pumped her a few more times before I lost it. I slid my dick inside her all the way and held it there buried deeply. A long thick stream of cum fired out the top of my dick and into her pussy. I groaned, shooting out more semen into her womb, and she held me close to her, ensuring that she would get all of it. We kissed softly for a minute, as the showers continued to run around us. One of the other guys had gone to get those players who were still in the locker room. Steve and Greg came in ready to fuck. As I pulled her off my dick I saw that even Assistant Coach Skinner had came into the shower. He was only just out of college and so not much more than six or seven years older than the rest of us. But even being a figure of authority, he clearly had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. I dont know if this was what Julie or her friends had in mind when she taken the bet to come in here, but there was no stopping it now. In addition to those of us already in the showers, seven more guys had just shown up who had still been in the locker room. The guys helped off of me and went to work on her. We all trailed behind as she was carried into the locker room itself. We were all dripping wet, leaving a trail of water behind us. All the new guys took turns fucking her, making it a competition as they gave each other high fives for particularly powerful performances. When Bill, the runt of the litter, finally got a chance to slip back into her pussy, he was sorely disappointed, What the fuck did you guys do? Shes so loose; its like fucking the Grand Canyon. Someone helpfully suggested that Bill fuck her up the ass instead and that helped him create enough friction to cum. We all wanted to continue fucking her as long as we could. I fucked her pussy at least two more times between rounds of other guys, but didnt cum, preferring to prolong the experience. But some of the guys were expected home, so they fucked her pussy at least once for good measure, some not even taking off their clothes, and left. Of all of us, Skinner was the most patient and the most careful, preferring to watch as his horny players had their wicked way with Julie. Finally after everyone had left except for Steve and me, he finally made his move, reaching over to Julie and grabbing her breast. She giggled almost drunkenly. Skinner had one leg between hers on one of the benches, his arms pinned hers down. His face was merely inches from hers as he looked at her silently for an instant. She looked up at him, and her breathing deepened. He slowly bent to kiss her. His lips touched hers and, pecking her softly. His cock hanging outside his pants grew noticeably harder when Julie parted her lips, allowing his tongue entry. His tongue touched hers, exploring her mouth as they kissed for the first time. He released her arms and her small hand held the back of his head as they kissed. She was writhing her crotch into his thigh as their kiss grew more urgent. Skinner caressed up and down the side of her small body, running his hand over her leg and the side of her ass as they made out. His hand slid down between her legs. He began to gently rub her pussy and she kissed him with more intensity, her own small hand sliding down his body. Her hand found his dick as his finger gently caressed up and down the moist lips of her cunt, all the while sucking her upper lip into his mouth. He dipped a finger into her tight hole. Oh... she moaned, breaking the kiss temporarily. He pushed his finger all the way inside her. He began to slide it in and out of her. In turn Julies fingers circled his cock as he fucked her pussy with his finger. He still had on his shirt and jeans. Skinner had been a college man and I knew there was plenty I could yet learn from his technique. I watched it intensely. Of the many dicks that Julie had taken that evening, mine was by far the biggest, longest and thickest, although a couple other guys were also pretty thick. By contrast Skinner was long and thin. Could he make her cum? In answer Skinner pulled his hand out of her pussy. He stepped away and shed his clothes. When he was finished he slid his hand up her smooth leg as he bent to kiss her once more. Their lips smacked loudly as his hand found the warmth of her pussy and began to rub. His fingers began to caress her puckered lips with his digits. She was incredibly juicy, her lips were so slick. His finger found her clit and he began to tease it, rubbing it gently. She moaned into his mouth, her hand diving back towards his dick. Unable to take much more, she eased him onto his side on the bench, gradually rolling him onto his back so that she was straddling him. I groaned as I watched. Her hand gripped his shaft, stroking it expertly as she stared at it. He watched Julie bend towards his dick. Her tongue snaked out and licked the top of his helmet, and he gasped. Still stroking him, she slowly licked down to the base. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth, and his hands went down and held the sides of her head, holding her down there. With a loud slurp she released his ball, and licked back up his pole. Staring at him with her beautiful blue eyes, she eased his cock into her hungry mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft. She expertly took his entire dick into her warm mouth, holding it there for an instant, before sliding her lips back up to the top. Then Julie began to bob her head up and down Skinners prick, expertly slurping hungrily on it. Skinner gently held her hair back out of her face as she gave him amazing head, we could now see her pretty face much better. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and she looked at him, smiling. She crawled towards him on the bench. She pressed crotch against his shaft and she began to rub herself against him as her searching lips found his. They kissed sloppily as they ground together. He boldly slid his hands up her back. From behind, we could see up her short legs to her ass. My gaze trailed further up her body, up her back. His hands caressed her breasts, squeezed them, feeling her hard nipples as he kissed all around her chest. She was breathing heavily, watching his tongue lick around her nipple. Then he sucked it into his mouth. Trying not to take her tits away from his mouth, Julie raised her ass a little. Her hot, wet pussy was now pressed against his shaft, and she began to rub herself against him. They were both gasping for breath as her lips again found his, and her tongue darted inside his mouth. She reached underneath her, breaking the kiss. Her small hand raised his cock up into the air and she pressed her hungry slit against his head. Her eyes glazed over as she slowly eased his dick inside her welcoming hole until he was halfway inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her tightness stretching around his manhood. Skinners hands slid down to her soft ass, squeezing and spreading her white ass cheeks. Inadvertently, he allowed me to have the perfect view of Julies pink cunt lips stretching outward around the mid point of his cock. She slid her pussy off of most of his dick, before slamming her ass down on his lap, driving his entire rod into her needy twat. Oh, yes! she moaned a little louder. Skinner began to thrust his hips up into the air. She began to ride him, sliding his meat in and out of her. He pulled her down on him, his mouth finding hers and they locked into a kiss. I had an amazing view of the Assistant Coachs dick ramming upwards into Julies eager cunt, over and over. He began to stroke my dick, watching them. Skinner had a good grip of her ass cheeks and was spreading them as if he was trying to give us a show. She moaned into his mouth and it was clear she was cumming soon. Forced to break the kiss, her moans carried across the room. Skinner did all the work for her, slamming his hard dick upwards into her and as she finally settled down, he slowed. He gently eased her off of him, and I could hear the noise his cock made when it slipped out of her wet twat. Skinner rolled her over onto her back, and Julie obediently lay on the bench with her legs spread wide, invitingly. Skinner bent down between her legs and immediately began lightly licking her sensitive slit. Oh... she sighed. He slid his hands under her ass, holding her soft ass cheeks as he slid his tongue into her steamy hole, tasting her juices. He gently sucked her lips into his mouth, running his tongue over them softly but quickly. She squirmed beneath him, her hand reaching between her legs and holding his head there. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the intense feelings that he was giving her. Skinner released the lips of her cunt, and slowly licked his way up to her clitoris. Oh, God she groaned as pure pleasure shot up her spine. His tongue teased around her tiny button, nudging at times but never truly focusing on it. He held her clit between his lips, and his tongue danced over it rapidly. She moaned a little louder, writhing her pussy up into his face. He began to run his tongue lightly up and down her clit relentlessly, driving her towards the edge. She was losing it, a big orgasm coming on. Oh, God! she finally moaned as the intensity wore off a little. Skinner kissed her twat one last time before kissing his way up her stomach. He briefly stopped at her tits, kissing and sucking at her nipples, before continuing on up her chest. He kissed up her neck and her mouth quickly found his and they kissed passionately. As if with a mind of its own, his hard dick found the entrance to her treasure and he slid inside her warmth in one eager stroke. She grunted into his mouth as her pussy was filled up. Once more, he was sheathed in Julies warmth. Skinner sent his tongue into her mouth as he slowly slid most of his long dick out of her. He slid back into her hard. She grunted and her hands clawed at his back, as her feet caressed up and down his legs. He began to fuck her at a steady pace, kissing her lustfully as his pole drilled in and out of her. I watched Julie raise her feet in the air. I could see the pink bottoms of her feet; her short legs spread wide, my buddys ass thrusting faster and faster. I watched Skinner break the kiss, and could now hear her moans loader without his mouth to muffle them. Her tits were bouncing up and down with every thrust, and I knew he was ready to cum at the sight. I stroked my cock a few more times and stifled a moan as it spasmed in my hand, shooting cum onto the floor, and on my hand. Skinner continued to pound into her harder and harder. Her feet were flailing helplessly behind him; her eyes were closed, wincing in ecstasy. Ohhhhhhhh, God! she cried as pleasure exploded within her and her entire body was engulfed in flames as her orgasm overtook her. Her legs were outstretched; her hands were clawing at him. Skinner was losing it as well, increasing the pace further. Im cumming! he grunted, thrusting a few more times. He slid his entire penis far inside her, holding himself there. Julie wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight. He moaned, dick spasming inside her. Skinner lay on top of Julie, softening inside her, for a few minutes, kissing. Their lips smacked loudly as they caught their breath. He got off of her, sliding out of her sloppy cunt. I think maybe someone needs to take this lady home, he said warmly. I volunteered eagerly. Julie went back to her locker room and I put on the rest of my clothes too. We met at my truck. When we got inside she said, Thanks, Marc. It was nice of you to give me a ride home. Thats okay, I replied, My motives are completely selfish. I just wanted to fuck you again without all the other guys around. I thought she would resist my coarse advances, but she didnt seem surprised and readily agreed to the idea. Knowing her from around the school, I was a little shocked at what a cocksucking slut she had turned out to be. Her pussy had to be sore from all the lays she had just received. But she had the stamina of a porn star. We pulled into a quiet wooded parking spot where a lot of the high school kids went to make out. Julie wasted no time. Taking off her seatbelt, she moved over to straddle me in the drivers seat, resting her back against the steering wheel. I felt up her skirt, eager to get her panties off. However, when my finger brushed against the soft lips of her vagina, they were moistened from the soaking wetness of her still sopping snatch. It was readily apparent that she hadnt bothered to put any panties on. Thats when I started to feel the testosterone fueled urgency of a teenage male right in his prime. I could jerk off up to five times a night easy, as my big balls produced a lot of cum. I could certainly fuck as much or more, having gone nine times during the course of one particularly eventful night once. We groped each other with youthful need. I unzipped my pants, grabbing for my cock so I could work it through the front hole in my boxers. I moved her shirt up to reach for her tits and Julie pulled my shirt over my head at the same time so that she could run her hands across my chest, licking and sucking my nipples also. I urgently jostled her, pushing my pants down to free up my cock. Then she grabbed my dick in one hand and placed it at the entrance to her treasure, guiding herself down onto my throbbing rod. There was a low squishing noise as I sank inside her, filling up her sloppy hole. I couldnt get as much leverage as I wanted to in order to thrust, but I got her in a rhythm of moving her hips up and down. Baby, I breathed in her ear, Did you like getting fucked by all those guys? Yeah, but not as much as I like making love to you Marc, she moaned in response, You have the best cock of the lot. After a minute of moaning, she sighed and said, That bitch Heather Marshall gave everyone on the basketball team a blowjob last year. I wanted to prove that I could beat her. My cock was starting to swell in her pussy at the thought. But dont you worry about getting knocked up? I asked, grunting with some effort. I was wicked excited and the pressure was building in my balls. No, she replied, in between moans, Im not stupid, Im on the pill. I thought it was so funny that women thought of getting laid as much as men did. The motives of the opposite sex were still something of a mystery to me at that point in my young life, even though I got laid with alarming frequency. And ever since I had popped my cherry I had been pussy hungry like every other guy that age, but since I hadnt ever had a steady girlfriend Id never had to deal all that much with the female psyche. I was just a guy. It was all about sex and sports. But mostly sex. The windows had really started fogging up. Julie put a hand on the window to steady herself, and as I watched it left a mark as she moved her hand from the pane of glass to my shoulder. Her other hand moved across my smooth chest, playing with one of my nipples and then up my shoulders to move her fingers to play with the gold chain I wore around my neck. Im gonna cum, I finally told her, unable to take any more. I started groaning, my thrusting becoming very uneven. My balls actually hurt as they tried to squeeze out a last round of cum. Finally, though, I let loose the last few drops I had left in my balls for that night. We didnt speak much as we put our clothes back on. Both our passions were spent for the evening. So I took her the rest of the way home. But I thought to myself that the bitch had tasted too good on my hard dick for this to be the last of it. I knew wed have to find another night together. When I got home my brother wanted to know what had taken me so long. If it hadnt been for all the marks of the sex I had on me I dont think hed have believed a word of it. * * * Copyright 2001, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.

"Glory Daze: Satisfaction" by Eagle1 (mf, high school, rom) Most jocks would never be caught dead in the library. However, anyone who knew me knew I was about as far from being a typical jock as you could be. I lettered in three sports, and played others, but I was comfortable hanging with folks outside my usual clique, which was refreshing in itself. Sometimes I actually found the library to be a refuge from the rush of school life. And, being a history buff, most of my buddies knew that they could usually find me hidden away in the stacks on those days that there was no practice. Im not embarrassed to admit it either. I can be a bit of a geek. Now on that particular Thursday though, I wasnt there for pleasure reading. I did have a paper due the following Monday. And wed had football practice every afternoon that week. So I had put off the paper knowing full well that it would consume all my free time this upcoming weekend. The back stacks were littered with stepstools that shorter students could use to reach the upper shelves. Due to my tendency to get engrossed in my reading material once I pull it off the shelf, I usually parked my ass on one of the available stools and looked over the book before I took it back to my table or checked it out. The stools are only about a foot and a half off the floor, so when I sit on them it tends to mask my six feet, three inches of height so that people wandering around usually cant see me through the gaps in the shelves. As usual what had been meant as a quick glance had turned into a much longer read. I hadnt realized until I heard the hushed voices that Id become engrossed in a book about the French Revolution and had lost all track of track of time. There were two people talking on the other side of the shelves. Because I was sitting on a stool, it allowed me to overhear their conversation in the next aisle over. I could just see from my perspective how the curve of their jeans wrapped over their firm round backsides. And from the shape of each ass I knew that they were of the feminine persuasion. Obviously their backs were to me as they examined the books on the shelf. Realizing my advantage in the situation, I leaned forward to get a better look, all the while trying not to make too much noise. Fuck! said the first girl in exasperation, taking me by surprise, Where the hell is this stupid book? I need it for class. Well I think its supposed to be right here, said the other girl calmly, I dont know why they have to use the Dewey Decimal System anyway. Youd think there was an easier way. Some stupid fuck probably just put it in the wrong place. You dont understand, the other girl continued sounding frantic in a voice tinged with hysteria, I need that book for Kaufmans class or Im completely fucked. Look, Ali, replied the other girl, trying to sound rational, Its going to be okay. What the hell is going on? Are you on the rag or something? Youve been a total bitch all day. Duh, I thought to myself stupidly. Of course thats why they sounded so familiar. That was Ali. As in Ali the homecoming queen. Ali the quarterbacks girlfriend. The quarterback being Todd. The man who was co-captain of the football team. And a teammate of mine. That Todd. Right. Got it. I noticed Ali paused before responding. Its Todd, she said matter-of-factly, as if that answered everything. Shithead Todd? said the other girl, who could only be Nicole, Alis best friend in the world and Mike Andersons girlfriend. Nicole and Ali had been inseparable as long as I knew them. Whats he done now? Nicole asked concerned. God, Ali said, sounding fraught and irritated, I feel so stupid. Tell me about it? prompted Nicole soothingly. I had inched close enough so that I could kinda see their faces through the shelf if I looked up. Ali looked about ready to cry, and she had raised her hand to her face, pushing back the strands of her incredibly long chestnut hair out of her eyes. Last night, she started hesitatingly and softly, You knowI thought Id surprise him. I could see Nicole give a nod of encouragement. Ali continued as she said, My parents are in Tampa, at that conference right? So I figured we could get together at my place. I figured itd be nothing to get lucky! Whatd he do? A tone of irritation sounded in Nicoles voice as if shed heard these charges read before. Nothing! said Ali loudly and with anger, Thats the whole fucking point! Jesus, I was practically fucking naked! Begging him to screw me! And he just sat there like I was a fucking cow or something. Hes a stupid fuck, Nicole told her sympathetically. The game was on, right? Ali went on, But like nothing I could do would get him to fuck me. I blew him during halftime, but he just left afterwards. She had clearly started to cry and Nicole wrapped her arms comfortingly around her friend. Am I so fucking vile? Ali asked her pulling away and wiping her eyes, I mean the sight of me in a bra and panties isnt enough to get him hard? Well I knew it would have gotten me hard. This conversation was a real eye opener. I cant imagine what Todd had been thinking. Maybe hes queer? asked Nicole, but even she sounded unconvinced. No way! said Ali, Hes fucked me before! But lately, hes just not interested. Im getting desperate. His dick was so good. So thick! Not like Ben at all. Okay, I thought to myself, enough is enough. This conversation was taking me to a weird place. I knew both Todd and Ben. It was one thing to be one of the guys talking about doing the girls in the locker room, but this was an insiders perspective that Id never heard before. I wasnt so stupid that I hadnt realized girls must talk about guys equipment and performance and all, but Id just never heard it first hand. Despite my curiosity, I decided I did not want to get trapped there listening to this conversation all of study period. I got up off my stool and both of the girls instantly realized they werent alone as they heard the scrap of the stool against the floor and the heavy tread of my footfalls as I walked around the shelf to their location. Whos there? asked Nicole, impatiently, just before I rounded into their row. Oh, its you Marc! she said, catching sight of me, Didnt expect to see you here. Eavesdropping. She added the last bit with a pointed edge and her look would have killed me stone dead if itd been a weapon. Ummm, sorry, I said, blushing, clearly knowing Id been caught without an excuse, I was in the next row reading. I stumbled over my words trying to think of something to say. I caught Alis eye for a minute. They were puffy and red. She looked away without looking back at me. Look, I gotta run, I said, handing Ali the book Id been reading. But maybe thisll help with your paper. Theres a lot of good stuff in there. Well anyway, Ill catch you guys later. I started to walk back out the aisle, but then paused inextricably. Hey Ali, I told her, I cant speak for Todd, but for what its worth there isnt a straight guy at this school who wouldnt give his left nut to be with you for one night. I have no idea why I said that. Ali was one of those girls that you dated, and I wasnt the dating kind. I would have been a good boyfriend for any girl, but I was hard to catch. So I settled for being the good, fun loving guy who banged the chicks but never got tied down by any of them. But it meant I never had any real intimacy with any of them either. I started to walk away. Wait a sec, Marc! Ali called after me as I reached the end of the row. What can I do for you? I asked, turning back to her. Are you going to Jamesons party Friday night? Well, I said, not wanting to commit to the party which all my teammates would be going to, I got the game Friday, and practice on Saturday, and I still havent finished this paper. Nicole looked at Ali for a minute, who had suddenly gone all shy, as if egging her on. I turned to leave again. Then Nicole decided to take matters into her own hands. Oh, cmon, Marc, she interjected in that guilty pleading tone Id heard her use on her boyfriend Mike plenty of times, Practice isnt that early, and you and Ali can work on your papers after practice on Saturday. Youll ace it anyway. You always do. Ali gave her a look. Of course Nicole was right. I didnt need that much time to write a good paper. Okay, I said, wondering exactly what was doing, Ill see you guys there. I flashed them my winning smile before I left. * * * That conversation had really got me thinking. Ali and Todd had seemed joined at the hip for months, which seemed like forever in high school time. Ali was a year older than me and she had been dating Ben since I was a freshman. Since I was the only freshman at the school who had made it onto varsity, Id gotten to know the older kids right away. Ben had been one of my fellow varsity football players before he graduated. When he and Ali had broken up most people assumed it had more to do with Todd having been made quarterback of the team when hed moved from the freshman squad to varsity his sophomore year. And some people had viewed Ali as a social climber, using the status of her boyfriend to increase her own status. But she and Todd had been one of those sorts of couples that drive the rest of us crazy. They always looked so perfect together. Todd hadnt mentioned that anything had been going on between them, then again why would he? It would have been open season on Ali. Notwithstanding that she was homecoming queen that year, which is mostly a bitchy popularity contest; Ali was by far one of the hottest girls in the whole school. She was perfectly proportioned from head to toe, and standing at about the height of my shoulder, she would have fit perfectly against my broad chest. But she was so delicate looking, Id be afraid Id break her if I held her too tight. Clearly the lady was supermodel material; the kind of woman that a guy is lucky to get a chance at once in a lifetime. My accidental meeting with Nicole and Ali was in my thoughts all the next day. We had Kaufmans aforementioned history class together as well as English Lit, so I kept running into her. Todd and I didnt have any classes together though. But I finally got a chance to corner him in the locker room before the game that Friday night. Todd, I asked him with a punch on the shoulder, Howya doing, dude? Long time no see. We were both half dressed for the game. He probably wasnt sure what to make of me. He was in my circle of friends as such, and we joshed around with each other and all, but Steve and Greg were the buddies I usually hung around with. Everyone in school knew they were my best mates, even if our posse included a much broader group of guys who played sports or generally indulged our sexual appetites. Todd had been pretty steady with Ali this past year, so the rest of us didnt really give it much thought when he didnt usually join us in our playful and frequent pursuit of the opposite sex. Whats up, man? he replied warmly with a nod. Saw Ali, the other day, I told him, She said you guys were going to Jamesons tonight. Yeah, said Todd, She said she didnt want to go last weekend, yesterday she changed her mind. Chicks, right? I nodded like I knew exactly what he was talking about. Yeah, man, I said, Tell me about it. We laughed. It was kinda stupid, but I laughed because he obviously thought it was funny. Dude, he asked me with a lascivious grin, You got something going on for tonight? No, man, I said earnestly enough, returning his shit eating grin, But maybe I can get laid tonight. Therell be a lot of pussy there to choose from. We continued putting on our equipment when I decided to venture a little further. Hey, man, I asked him, You got Ali all bagged up and ready to go tonight or what? Shit, shes tight, dude. Youre one lucky son of a gun. He suddenly grabbed my shoulder and I thought maybe Id said something he didnt want to hear. Instead of clocking me, he pulled me closer to him in a conspiratorial huddle. He asked me in a low voice, Sometimes, dude, I just get a little tired of fucking the same old hole, ya know? I mean Im sure you know what Im talking about. Youre a fucking stud, man. You get more ass than a toilet seat. I hear you guys talking, man. Fuck, I bet youve never even needed to fuck the same hole more than once. No one around here has fucked as many chicks as you have. A guys gotta get it while he can, right? Am I wasting my time with just one girl? As a matter of fact Todd was both right and wrong. I had fucked more girls than any other guy in school, but I also frequently went back for seconds if the girl was willing. But at that moment I looked at him seriously and said, Hey, man, I tell you one thing, I may get around, but if I had a sweet little body like Alis waiting for me, Id give her more than just a blowjob, ya know? Shes not the kind of girl you find just anywhere. She needs special attention. He gave me a funny look, like he wasnt sure what I was talking about. Fortunately I was saved by the fact that the game was about to start. Neither of us said anymore about it. Instead we headed out to the field. * * * The game was short and sweet, the best kind. We totally kicked the other teams ass. A good game gets my blood up, and I was feeling pretty pumped up from all the excitement. It didnt take a lot of coaxing from Steve and Greg to get me to decide to go to the party. I mean what the fuck else were we going to do on a Friday night anyway. So we hit the road in Steves pick-up truck and headed off to join the rest of the kids at Jamesons. It didnt take long to get there. And immediately after walking in the door it was easy to see that this party was going to be just like every other party of its kind. Too many of the same old crowd hanging around getting drunk of the beer that they managed to steal. I held back the impulse to yawn, and then suddenly Jameson was there giving us an enthusiastic greeting and telling us that since his parents and sister where gone to look at colleges back east, we could have our run of the place. He gave me a knowing wink, figuring Id take him up on his offer before the night was over. Jameson knew me pretty well and Id deflowered many a girl in his house. Fuck, Id probably had more sex in his house than his stuffy parents did. The stereo was cranked up and an impromptu bar had been set up in the kitchen. There were no surprises. Everyone was familiar on sight, so Steve, Greg and I decided to split up and see what our chances were for the evenings fun, and finding a willing score. I wandered through the kitchen and picked up a beer along the way and wound around the familiar layout of Jamesons downstairs living room until I stumbled on Ali and Todd. They were on the couch in the big family room that went off from the back of the house. They seemed pretty intimate so I was going to just turn around and join up with the bump and grind outside near the pool. But just then Nicole, who was sitting across the coffee table from them, spied me. Hey, Marc! she called over the racket. I thought for a minute of pretending that I hadnt heard her, but then thought the better of it. I looked over at her. She and Ali looked over at me and smiled. Todd was engrossed in a conversation with Mike, clearly reliving some memorable moment from the nights game. They waved at me and I returned the gesture with a macho nod of the head. Nicole motioned for me to come over. Be right back, I called to them and pointed to my beer, holding the bottle upside down to signal that it was empty. Ali frowned at me, but I headed off to the kitchen. I was suddenly very self-conscious and I didnt really want to be put in some sort of awkward position between Todd and Ali. I considered them both friends, such as they were. I had thought I had escaped to the safe haven of the kitchen, but Ali appeared a few minutes later at the doorway. Hey, she said softly, ignoring the story that a drunken classmate was telling to some girl on the other side of the kitchen island, Youre not trying to run away from us are you? Well, I started, really at a loss for what I wanted to say, About the other day. Dont worry about it, she told me. Okay, I said, not sounding convinced. So, she asked me, changing the subject, Do you want to dance? What about Todd? I responded. Oh, dont worry about him. Hes talking sports with Mike; itll be hours before he comes back to this planet. Besides, she paused, thinking it over, He doesnt like to dance. She moved closer to me than was comfortable for two friends of the opposite sex, and I caught a whiff of her perfume. Any willpower that I might have had rapidly disappeared when she put her hand on my forearm, the clothed tips of her breasts brushing against my chest. Well, I like to dance, I said firmly, trying very hard not to kiss the lips that were dangerously close to my own. If I had just inclined my head even a few inches I would have been past the point of no return. Good, she said, with satisfaction, Cmon. She led me by the hand out the back double doors to the Jameson family pool. Our classmates danced around the edge, while some others indulged in a late night swim. The music was rough and it had a good beat. Ali danced a little shyly at first, but when she saw that I had not trouble getting into the rhythm, she moved in closer, and after a while not afraid to grind against me. I couldnt suppress the male reaction of my body. She must have felt my thickening cock as our thighs pressed together from dance to dance. Even through a couple of the slow songs, I didnt loose my boner. If she saw it or felt it she made no comment and we moved together for what felt like hours. During the last song she pulled me in real close to her like a lover and whispered in my ear, Marc, can we go somewhere and talk? If you want, I murmured back to her, completely under her spell. She and I went back into the house. We headed upstairs to look for a secluded place. I knew them all. The first door I opened was Jamesons sisters bedroom, and the sweaty couple grunting in the bed made it perfectly obvious that it was occupied. Our next try was just as fruitless. This room I knew to be Jamesons and whoever was in there, probably Jameson himself, had taken the precaution of locking the door. Their impassioned noises made it clear that they were as occupied as the last couple had been. The only room left then belonged to Jamesons parents. Score! It was empty. I led the way inside. Still not sure at this point what was going to happen. What did you want to talk about? I asked her. I turned around in time to see her lock the door behind us. Its been so long, she said, facing me. She came right up into my arms and snuggled against me. It felt so natural to have her there that I pulled her to me tightly, my body responding as it had earlier. She leaned up to kiss my face, and then I just went for it, throwing caution to the winds. I obliged her by putting my hand on her cheek and quickly bringing her face close to mine. I lowered my head to her lips, kissing her squarely on her luscious mouth. It was an easy kiss, exploratory, her body very close to mine. Her lips separated reluctantly from mine. I looked at her briefly again and then moved back in for another kiss, this time much harder than the last. Her mouth opened allowing me to snake my tongue into hers. She returned the favor, kissing me back passionately, as our tongues explored each others mouths. Then my hands slid up her back and into her beautiful, long, dark hair, our tongues exploring each others mouths thoroughly. Her arms went around my neck, holding me close to her face as we sat back against the bed. Our lips were now making loud smacking noises, as our breath came heavier and heavier into each others mouths. I broke away from her embrace for a moment, catching my breath. Are you sure you want to do this? I asked her. You heard me the other day, she said huskily, If Todd wont give me what I want, then Ill look for it elsewhere. I figured, well, with what I heard about you that youd be a good choice. Besides I know you Marc. Youre a good guy. You wouldnt hurt me. Whatve you heard about me? I asked her laughing, Do I have a reputation or something? Girls talk too you know, she replied smugly. Well that much was obvious. Since I figured I knew where she wanted this show to end, my usual cockiness was coming on strong. So tell me what you want, I said my hands reaching down behind her to squeeze those tender ass checks, and which in turn pulled her closer to the bulge in my jeans. She was breathing heavily onto my neck and didnt seem to be wrestling with any great reluctance as she said, I want you, not Todd. Be careful what you wish for, I said, softly, You just might get it. There was no battle going on in mind or in my jeans. I wanted to get inside her badly. But if Ali was wrestling with guilt or anything else, there was no apparent conflict in her attitude towards me. I looked into her eyes, and swallowed hard. We were safely locked away in Jamesons parents room, Id been here before. I knew the drill, and I didnt expect any interruptions. Ali looked fine. And I was dying to touch all over her body. I wanted to lick her like a cat. But this was so wrong. This was a buddys girlfriend! Ali ran a hand down my chest slowly, and I remembered my earlier conversation with Todd. I thought if he didnt appreciate her, I certainly did. When Alis hand reached the bulge in my jeans, gently rubbing over it, I sighed into her mouth. That was it. That was all it took. Fuck Todd! If he could let a prime piece of ass like this get away from him, then the dumb fuck deserved to be missing out on her pussy. A man needed to protect his woman and give her the satisfaction she needed. I wasnt going to feel guilty that this precious creature wanted, no needed, a piece of me. More determined now than ever, I let my hand up the front of her sexy body until it found the mound of her soft breast and I squeezed it gently. Oh, mmmmm was the response I got for my troubles, as Ali moaned in pleasure. She was very turned on now. I knew her pussy must have been aching to be touched, to be filled. Her agile fingers undid the button on my jeans and tugged down my zipper, her tongue raced around in the back of my mouth. By this point I was very excited, and very hard, having had a boner off and on for over an hour. I knew I was going to be spared the agony of blue balls tonight as her hand slipped beyond the elastic waistband of my boxers and I felt her cherry red fingernails glide through my pubic hair. I moved my hands down her body until they ended up between her covered legs. Without much effort her little hand found my nearly ten inches of iron hard dick and her fingers gripped it eagerly. She stroked me slowly, still kissing me as I rubbed her clit and crotch under the thin material of her panties. I could feel the incredible warmth radiating from her pussy through the fabric. In that second I knew how badly she needed my cock in there. And, suddenly, as she stroked my tip, I came in her hand inside my boxer shorts, just like that kid in American Pie. Id been so turned on by her tight body all night that Id come prematurely like I was a virgin, rather than acting like the prize stallion she and I both knew and hoped I was. My actions were so unlike me; a guy who had scored by that time with over forty of the most prime and eligible pussies at school. Oops, she said, pulling her hand out of my pants and up to her lips. She licked the white cream off of her coated fingertips. Im sorry, I said, embarrassed. My face was turning three shades of crimson. I could feel it. Well, she said, encouragingly, Todd used to call me a prick tease. I bet youre good for a least another round. Without waiting to find out, she pulled my slightly softened dick out of my creamed underwear, and stroked it insistently, as she leaned in to kiss me again. I moaned and felt renewed vigor in my meat. Damn, she breathed, Its true what they say. And you are way bigger than Ben or Todd! They dont call me hammer for nothing, I groaned softly, leaning in to kiss her again. But I pulled away from her mouth to cover her cheek and neck with my warm lips, nuzzling her earlobe as my fingers went to work on her panties under her skirt. My lips found hers again, and my tongue slid back into the mouth of my buddys girl, as my hand slipped into her panties. I could feel the curls of her nicely trimmed pubic hair as my fingertips ran through it searching for her opening gate. When I felt her hot, silky wetness I knew Id found the hole that I was looking for. Damn, she moaned, breaking away from our kiss briefly, letting her head fall back in pleasure, before kissing me again and with even more force than before. By this time I was harder than Id been the last time I came. Her hand squeezed my shaft again, but this time I knew Id regained control. My fingers moved in time into her hungry slit, as she beat me off. Then I slowly began to, ever so lightly, run a finger up and down her cunt lips and I sucked hard on her tongue. I knew how to please a woman by this point. I sensed she needed to be fucked, and she needed it so badly that she didnt care Todd was downstairs in the same house. The fact that he was in the living room beneath us was an incredible turn on for me actually. I dipped my fingers repeatedly into her tight box, as her warm pussy gripped me tightly up to the second knuckle of my middle finger. Meanwhile her small hand was stroking me quickly now, almost daring me to cum again, and Id begun humping upwards slightly into her palm, unable to control myself. Ali was breathing so heavily, I worried she might hyperventilate or something. She was gasping every time my big finger went in and out of her cunt. God, if she liked that, wait till she got a load of my cock. Then she broke our kiss, and looked at me like a jungle cat. Can I suck your cock? she asked me, in the sexiest voice Id ever heard. I wanted to answer with something smart, but my brain had stopped working and so had my voice, for all that came out of me was a groan and an enthusiastic nod. Moving my hand out of her panties, I watched her bend over towards my lap, holding my dick straight up in the air. She examined it for a moment, smiling, taking in the shape and size. I happen to lean a little to the left, but that doesnt diminish the overall size and length of the presentation for someone viewing me naked for the first time. There werent any other guys in school white or black with a dick that big. And I watched her tongue quickly, eagerly, lick from the bottom of up to the top of the shaft up to the top; I closed my eyes and gave out a long contented sigh enjoying the feeling she was bringing me. My hand reached out to grab on to her long, beautiful hair, wrapping it around my fist as Alis tongue licked all around my mushroom tip, more slowly this time. Suddenly, I was in heaven as I felt her mouth engulf the first five inches of my cock instantly. I groaned again, squeezing her hair as she began to willingly bob her head up and down on my spike right there on Jamesons parents bed. Her blowjob was fucking amazing; she clearly had had a lot of practice with Ben and then Todd. What a dumb shit Todd was! My ears were filled with the sounds of the smacking of her lips as she slurped up and down my length. She could probably be heard in the hallway. Her hand cradled my balls, holding them gently as her lips glided up and down my mighty shaft. She tried again and again to take it all the way in her mouth and then pulled out, moving slightly further down each time, stuffing more and more in, over and over, not missing a beat. It only took her about five minutes, and she maintained a fast pace the entire time. I knew I was losing it. Jesus Christ! I groaned, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking hard on my dick, slurping loudly I gripped her hair tightly, unable to stop myself, and then I moaned even more loudly, holding her head down on my manhood as the flood gates opened. I came. I came all over. A stream of cum fired deep into her mouth. Ali swallowed most of the load as she forced my dick out of her mouth. She held the tip of my cock against her cheek, stroking me. More cum than Id ever thought possible spurted out me, which she rubbed all over her cheek like the girls in the porn flicks do. She actually purred like a kitten, rubbing the end of my dick all over her chin and mouth, gathering my cum onto her face as the remaining drops dribbled out. When it was finished Ali looked up at me. Fuck, her pretty face had my cum all over it! Like a facial. Thick and white, it was spotted across her gorgeous face as her hand gently squeezed a little more from the piss slit at the top of my dick. Smiling, not taking her eyes off of me, her tongue snaked out and gathered my semen off the end of my dick and scooped it into her mouth. Finally, for effect, she released me, licking the jizz from around her mouth as she grabbed for some tissues on an end table near the bed. She wiped her face off, smiling. Was that good for you? she asked. All I could do was nod my agreement. Now I think its my turn, she ordered. She got up off the bed and began taking off her clothing. She started by pushing her skirt down over her silky ass. Then her skimpy panties were fully exposed to my eyes. I was really enjoying the view, but it only got better as her sandals and stockings came off too. I realized for the first time that her toenails were painted to match the color of her fingernails. This was awesome. Ali was putting on her own private strip show just for me, and piece after piece of clothing was hitting the floor. My horny dick never had a chance to go back down! I stopped her before she took off her panties. I wanted to savor all of this. Really enjoy the moment. I wanted to eat her out through her panties for a while, and prolong the opportunity to see her wonderful pink pussy. Which was now much easier for me, since Id already come twice by this time. As I contemplated my options, Ali lay down on the bed next to me wearing only her panties and I watched her spread her thighs in invitation. What kind of man am I to refuse such a polite request? Her eyes fixed on mine as I went down between her open thighs. I broke our gaze so I could examine my working environment. I heard Ali gasp when she felt my lips brush her inner thigh. I love how soft the skin of a womans thigh feels against my lips, and Im sure my five oclock shadow tickled her skin. Her smell was strong and I knew she was very aroused. I kissed ever closer to her greedy little pussy, gently kissing the tops of her legs, immediately beside the fabric of her panties. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Then with more force I kissed her pussy lips over her panties, feeling how swollen those lips were. I slid my hands under her gorgeous ass, moving them in between her flesh and the material of her panties, in order to hold her crotch up to my face. Then I sucked her cunt into my mouth through her underwear and Ali gasped again, louder this time, tingles firing through her body. She placed a hand on the back of my head, holding it between her legs as I licked at her sensitive spots. Soon she was writhing that horny pussy into my face as my tongue teased her, never touching her bare skin. Her entire body was generating electricity, and I knew she desperately needed me to touch her without interference from her panties. The material was now sopping wet with her sticky juices, and I caught her taste as my stimulation continued. Desperately needing more, she moved her hand between her legs and her fingers touched the side of her panties. Slowly she pushed them aside, gradually revealing her most private area to me. Beautiful, swollen, pink pussy lips emerged, framed by curls of her hair. If I hadnt recovered from that most excellent blowjob earlier, I was making up for it now! I pushed my jeans and spoiled underwear down around my knees. My cock was now dangerously close to being at full attention and it was waving painfully in the air. But I continued gently kissing her sensitive lips. Finally, though, she caught her breath. Then I kissed them once more, slowly running my tongue from her bottom up to her top, while nudging her clit on the way by. Fuck! she sighed, softly. I could taste her delicious juices again and again as I collected them with my lapping tongue. Grabbing the sides of her panties, I tugged them down and she raised her ass off the bed to allow me access. I threw them on the floor, staring at the exposed woman before me as she opened her legs again. This is what Im talking about, I said, to no one in particular. I buried my face once more between her thighs, my tongue, hungry, sliding into her. I pushed it in as far as I could go, wiggling it, teasing her. Ali was writhing her crotch into my face as I tongued her. Grabbing her ass with my hands, I spread her lips with my thumbs, exposing the pink of her vagina. Then I licked all over everything I could expose, purposefully avoiding her clitoris. Then I sucked her lips into my mouth, running my tongue over her sensitive skin as I held it between my lips. She moaned again, her eyes closed, allowing an orgasm to approach. I stopped, quite suddenly, and to her dismay I pulled back, looking at her. Get on your hands and knees, I commanded, I want to eat you out from behind. Your ass is so beautiful I want to see it. My smile was all it took, and she was up on her hands and knees right there on the bed. Her ass was bent over right in front of me, creamy white skin begging to be touched. My cock twitched at the sight. Then I kissed her ass, all over each cheek, hands squeezing and spreading her flesh as I kissed it. The pink of her pussy lips glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, and I kissed them again, finally, causing her to gasp with pleasure. My tongue once more back in her love tunnel, my face buried in the crack of her ass. I was able to suck her clitoris into my mouth, and this set her off. She cried and she moaned as she felt her sensitive clit finally being manipulated. Her heart was pounding and she raced towards heaven. My tongue tickled over her clit lightly as fast as I could move it, still holding it between my lips. She was rocking her ass into my face, gasping for breath. She whined, cumming hard. Her pussy was convulsing around my tongue as I began to lap up her creamy juices. Damn, I was holding the sides of her ass tightly, tasting her yummy sauce as she came violently. As she recovered, my continued licking prolonged her pleasure. Finally, I released her from the sexual hold I had on her. My cock was at full attention, my jeans and underwear were down at my knees, so I kicked them off and I knelt behind her. Christ almighty, I couldnt take it anymore! That gorgeous white ass was sticking up at me, and her feet were spread far apart on the bed. Alis pussy was tingling like mad, her breath came in gasps. I knew that she so wanted this! This is what the whole evening had been about. I ran the head of my cock down the crack of her ass, slowly. My dick twitched again and again as it felt the moist warmth emanating from her slit, and then I slowly ran my mushroom tip up and down her crack. She shuddered. Ohhhhhhhhh she cried out when she suddenly felt me fill up her empty space. Ive never met a pussy yet that can take my cock in one thrust. Its just too big to do that comfortably. But with rocking thrusts, I drilled inside her until, with one last mighty push, my cock was sheathed inside her. By that time my massive girth was sliding firmly into her well-moistened hole. I grabbed her sexy ass with both of my hands, and I pressed her against my crotch, making sure every inch of my fat cock was inside her twat, balls banging against her, grinding her down against me. Then she came again, right there. I felt her juices coating my dick and spilling out around my cock. It was the perfect excess lube. With her cum moistening my way I pounded into her greasy pussy like a jackhammer. The friction from my cock drying up her sloppy cunt, as some of her grease spilled onto my balls and thighs. Shed come like a bucket of water, but she was still so tight around me. I heard people in the hallway as sexual partners for the evening did their dance. Id fucked many a girl in Jamesons house, including his older sister, although he didnt know that. The springs on this deluxe king size bed werent enough to keep down the noise from our fucking. Flip me over Marc, she moaned, I want to watch you fuck me. I got beneath her, and she impaled me from the top. Ali was kissing all over my face, and I met every one, as my pace changed with her hips now in control. Her tongue poured into mine and she began to raise and drop her ass onto my lap quickly, a rhythmic slapping sound accompanying the motion each time as flesh hit flesh. My rod flew in and out of her fantastic hole, and I grabbed her ass to guide her. Her naked titties were bobbing up and down in my face and I couldnt help myself. I reached up to grab them and play with them, cock and pussy be damned. Finally without guidance, my meat fell out of her tunnel, and I turned her over onto her side, sliding back into her waiting hole within seconds. Now we were spooning on top of the covers. The way her walls were undulating around my cock, I figured she was heading for another orgasm. I growled into her ear, as my hungry dick moved harder, further and faster into her. My fingers played with her nipples at the same time like she was a fine instrument. Shit, I was thrusting for dear life, fucking through yet another of her orgasms. I kissed up her neck and rolled her back on top of me, my hands once again latching onto her ass and helping her ride me. My lips found hers and breathlessly she kissed me back. As she calmed down a little, I gently sat up, holding her up above me with one arm, keeping myself deep inside her. I lay her down on the other end of the bed, lying on top of her, keeping my cock inside her cunt the entire time. She was kissing my face as I laid her down on the bed like a babe. Then I began to fuck her hard in earnest. I could hear her moan in my ears as my pistoning hammer continued unabated in and out of her wanting hole. I thrust harder and harder, for minutes at a time. Finally, I couldnt take anymore of my incessant jack hammering in that tight space and I ground my teeth together in an ecstasy close to agony. I glanced at the nightstand. It had been over thirty minutes of relentless fucking, judging from the time on the clock. This was some of the best fucking Id had in my young life. Im cumming again baby, I told her groaning. All she could do in response was moan, another of her own orgasms well on its way, when I slid deep into her, holding my cock inside her. She cried in pleasure, and I felt the particular undulations in her pussy walls that told me shed just cum again, the pulsating working my dick hard around my iron flesh. The juice just dripped onto my balls as they rested against her ass having no where else to go. Then my cock spasmed too, just seconds later, held there inside her, being milked of every last drop of cum my balls had produced that day. Ali rubbed her cunt around my steely flesh as it was held still inside her, streams of my semen leaking into her. I wondered how many times Todd and Ben had partaken of this very same pleasure before me. Finally the last of my load was shot up inside her willing womb. Her boyfriends buddy had just committed a venal sin inside her. And man was it worth it! We slowly recovered and I collapsed onto her, her breasts mashed against my chest, my cock softening dramatically, until it slid out of her well-fucked pussy with a long low slurping noise. I rolled off of her then, realizing the gravity of what wed done and knowing at least half of our social circle was still outside boozing it up. It occurred to me then looking at the double door, that Jamesons parents had a balcony off their bedroom with a staircase rising up to it. A person could easily get away without being seen, provided there was no one near the garage. That was so good, I told her, and meaning it, But I think wed better get out of here if you dont want us to be the talk of the whole school Monday morning. She smiled at me mischievously. Why dont you use the back deck? I suggested, And Ill go out the way we came in. She was reading my mind already and I lay on the bed as I watched her get up and get dressed. There are few things sexier than watching a woman you just fucked get up and put her clothes on. I gave her about a three minute head start and I checked the clock. It read 11:12. Surely Todd would be beside himself at this point wondering what had happened to his girl? I tugged on my jeans and shirt. And when I opened the door the upstairs was actually pretty quiet. Jamesons bedroom door was cracked open and pushing it a little further, it looked like he had his dick buried in someone. Seeing more than enough, I took off for the stairs. Thats when I ran, quite literally, into Todd coming out of the bathroom. Sorry, man, he said, zipping up his fly. No problem, I replied, and then I asked him, Good party? I could smell the beer on his breath and knew he was way past sobriety. Shit, yeah, he grinned, Melissa Connors, just gave me head in the bathroom. What? I asked him stupidly. Well, Ali disappeared about an hour ago, then Nicole disappeared too. We figured they went home, then suddenly switching subjects he said, Hey was that you in the bedroom, man? Uh, well, yeah, I said. Todds grin grew even broader, as he mistook my sheepish reply for false modesty. Well, score dude! he said enthusiastically, punching me in the shoulder, I could hear you nailing that pussy in the hall, man. Listen, dude, I gotta jet. If you see Ali, tell her I took off and Ill call her tomorrow. If the stupid bitch cant stand by her man at a party then shes no fucking good anyway. I kept my mouth shut, realizing that to defend Alis honor at this point would just get me into trouble. Besides shed just banged the shit out of me while her boyfriend was getting head from some girl down the hall. So people in glass houses should throw stones or whatever. What a weird world. Dude, I asked him, You got a ride? Dont worry, man, said Todd heading down the stairs, Im covered. Melissas gonna give me a ride home. Then he started to laugh at himself, and then made a drunken attempt at a joke, Or maybe shell give me a ride at home? Okay, my man, I said laughing, more at him that with him, Dont have too good a time. Id fucked Melissa a few times last year, and I knew that if Todd wanted it, she would definitely let him get lucky. People were openly making out at this point and it was clear that the party was wrapping up as a few couples hooked up for the night and the rest of us just headed home. Of course Greg and Steve took off without me, probably to the bars to score some chicks. Which was cool with me considering they mustve figured Id found some girl to shack up with for the night anyway. I figured I could just crash at Jamesons that night and catch a ride with him to practice in the morning. Suddenly Ali and Nicole came out of the kitchen. Need a lift? asked Nicole, jiggling her car keys at me and giving my crotch a thorough, and not too subtle, once over. Well, I said, I guess I could. That settled it. We were off in a flash. Ali and Nicole acted pretty much like nothing had happened that evening, although Ali managed to avoid my eyes. Nicole made small talk about what a lame party she thought it was. She was just finishing up her thoughts on it as she pulled up to my door, saying, Jesus, fucking Mike in the Jamesons laundry room is getting pretty dull. But I think the smell of Jamesons sisters dirty undies turns Mike on. Hey, I got an idea, maybe you can throw a little party at your house one of these days Marc? Thatd be pretty cool. She winked at me in the rearview mirror. Right, I said, as I got out of the car, and wondering what exactly she meant by that comment, Anytime. Be careful what you wish for, said Nicole, smirking. The comment had an eerily familiar ring to, and then she added, Cause sometimes you just might get it. Right, again, I smiled, and then to Ali in particular, I added, Thanks for the ride. See you later Marc, said Ali suddenly, sitting in the passenger seat. She rolled the window down and looked at me for the first time since our journey home began, Were still going to study tomorrow afternoon right? Finish that big paper? Sure, I said, leaning towards the window, My parents are out of town and my brothers at college, so well have the place to ourselves. Great, she said, Call you later. Then she and Nicole looked at one another and giggled. They sounded like they were in junior high. Then Nicole hit the accelerator, and I took a step back as Nicoles car peeled off down my driveway to the main road, kicking up dirt and dust in its wake. I wasnt sure what was going to happen. Hell, I wasnt sure what exactly had just happened in the last couple hours. It felt like Id just stepped out of a dream or something. And I realized Id just been used for my cock by the homecoming queen so she could satisfy an itch. Me, the kind of jock who usually does the screwing and then does the leaving afterwards. For the first time I felt the other shoe drop, and even though I might have been a little bit in love, and feeling used, I think I liked it. She was a girl who could fuck me anytime. Jesus, I thought to myself, laughing out loud as I headed up to my front door. Women! Whats a guy to do? * * * Copyright 2002, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.

Abigail and I By JSR THIS IS AN ADULT FANTASY The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. My name is David, and I was 14 years old, when my family moved to a new town. The street that we moved to was about two blocks long, and in a neighborhood that had been settled by Dutch immigrants, who had fled Holland, just before Hitler invaded. For the most part, they were nice people. They welcomed us to the neighborhood, and we settled in nicely. Some of their broken English was a problem, but not so much with the kids, as most of them spoke very good English. One family who lived across the street and 3 doors down from us, never, ever spoke to us. It was summer time, and I became friends with a boy about my age, who lived a couple of doors down from us. One day he and I were shooting hoops in his driveway. He had a hoop over the big door to their garage, and the driveway was concrete. We had been at it for about an hour, when a girl I did not know stopped by and asked if his sister was home. He said, Yes, she is in the house. The girl then went to the front door. When she had gone, I asked Bob, Who is that? I have not seen her around. His answer was, Thats Abigail. Her mom will not let her be around any of the kids except for Janice, my sister. They also send her to a private school, so that she does not become like most of the American kids. I asked, If she does not like Americans, why did they come here? It does not make much since to me. Bob answered, She was ok, until she found out that the Allies had bombed her home in Holland. She did not blame the Germans, but only the Americans. I replied, I am sorry it happened, but we did not start that war. Abigail seemed to be a nice girl, and I would not mind getting to know her. Bob said, I agree with you, but you would have to be invisible for her to talk with you and not be seen by her mom. We continued shooting hoops for a while, then I went home. That evening at supper time, I told mom and dad what I had learned about Abigail and her family. Mom said, I guess there is just a little more that you havent heard yet. It seems like she has an older sister, who married an American, without her parents permission, and she is determined not to let that happen to Abigail. They want to still live by the rules of the old country, and expect their daughters to do so as well. A few days later, I went over to see if Bob wanted to shoot some hoops. He was just going into the garage when I got there. He just motioned for me to come in after him. Once in the garage, I saw that there were several kids there. Bob, Janice, Bill and his sister Karen and I also saw Abigail, then there was me. I looked at Bob and said, What is going on? Did I miss something, I should not have? Bob said, This is Janices party, ask her. Janice said, We are going to teach Abigail how to play Truth or Dare. I said, I have heard of the game, but I do not know how it is played either. Janice said. We sit in a circle, boy girl, boy girl, boy girl. I will start. I will ask some one Truth or Dare If that person says Truth, I ask a question. If they answer truthfully, they then ask the question to some one else. However, if they do not answer honestly, and some one can prove it, they must take all their clothing off for the rest of the game. If they say Dare, I dare them to do something, and if they dont, the same penalty is applied. I was setting between Janice and Karen, so I was looking directly at Abigail. She kept her head down, but would occasionally look at me and quickly lower her head again. I thought I detected a smile when she did. Janice said to Abigail, Truth or Dare? Abigail replied, Truth. Janice thought for a few seconds, and said, How old are you? Bob said, Pretty lame question! and Janice said, For her first time playing, and very first question, I wanted her to see that it is really easy to play. Abigail answered, I will be 14 next week. Oh, a birthday girl. Do we get to spank you next week on your birthday? Abigail just smiled. Janice then said, Abigail, now you pick someone and ask them Truth or Dare. Abigail said to Karen, Truth or Dare? Karen replied, Truth. Abigail then asked Karen, Do you have a boyfriend? to which Karen said, Yes. Karen then looked at me and said, David, none of us know much about you, and I can think up a lot of questions that should be answered. Truth or Dare? I said, I am not very mysterious, so I will take a Dare. I could see Karen, switching gears, and then she finally said, I Dare you to kiss Abigail on the lips. I stood up and walked over to Abigail, and took her hands and pulled her up to a standing position. I then kissed her. I had my lips slightly open and let my tongue play with her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and started using her tongue. It felt great, until Karen said, Ok, you two, it was not intended to become a make out session. I walked over to Bob and whispered to him, Any limits on what we can give as a dare? He whispered back, She did not set any limits, so what ever you are thinking of, go for it. Back in my spot, I turned to Janice and said, Truth or Dare? She answered, Dare. I thought for a minute, and said, Janice, I dare you to remove your blouse and bra, and let the guys kiss each of your nipples. Janice turned three shades of red, and looked at her brother. He said, You never set any limits on what a dare could be, so start removing your blouse and bra. Once Janice had her blouse off, and was unfastening her bra, I was first in line. Once her bra was off, she looked at me and said, No touching with the hands. Mouth only. I smiled at her and put my lips on her left nipple, and sucked it into my mouth, all the while using my tongue to stimulate her nipple. Once it started getting excited, I switched to the other one. Bob was next in line and while he was working on his sisters nipples, I whispered to Bill, Take your time, I have gotten her motor started, by the time Bob is done, she will be as horny as a two pecker-ed Billy Goat. Abigail was watching, and was smiling. She looked beautiful. I think that she was really enjoying the sexy playing we were doing. About the time that Bill had finished teasing Janices nipples, Abigail looked at her watch and said, I have to get going. Mom will be home soon and I had better be there looking like I am bored to death. I had a lot of fun. Bye now. She then left, and the game broke up. However, Janice was still nude to the waist, and seemed to be in no hurry to cover up. My guess is that she was probably about a 28B, and they were nicely proportioned. Since I was now a 5th wheel, I decided to go home and read some more in my Si-Fi book. It was one of Isaac Asimovs Foundation Series. The other four tried to talk me into staying, but I kept saying no. I was setting in a lounge chair on the back porch reading, when mom and dad came home from work. Mom asked me what I had been doing all day, and I gave them a very censored version of the game we had played, and told them that I had finally met the girl that was not allowed to talk to us. I just told them that she was very pretty, and seemed to be smart. A couple of days later, I got up about 9am, had breakfast, and went to the back porch to read. While I was reading Abigail came by, and stopped to talk with me. She said that she was walking over to her aunts house, but she couldnt talk to me very long, as her mom would be checking up to see what time she got to her aunts house. I said, I sure am glad that my parents trust me, and I am not tied to the house. I feel sorry for you. She said, Its not always that bad, like today. Once I check in at Aunt Hildas, I can do pretty much what I want, until it is time to go home again. Would you care to walk with me? Aunt Hilda would love to meet some of my friends. I told her to give me a few minutes so I could get some better clothing on, as I did not want her aunt to see me in cutoff jeans and a t-shirt. Abigail said, No, come just as you are. I dont want you to be anything but yourself. You will see that Aunt Hilda would know that you had cleaned up just to impress her. She likes to see people the way they really are. Ok, I said, I just do not want to embarrass you. As we were walking, she took hold of my hand, and said, David, I really liked playing that game the other day. I was very surprised when you dared Janice to take off her blouse and bra, and even more surprised that she did it. I thought that she looked very nice that way. I said, I really surprised myself. I did not think that I had the guts to say what I did. However, I loved the surprised look not only on her face, but on yours as well. You seemed to light up the whole garage with your smile. I was really afraid that you would think badly of me when I did it. Your approval meant a lot to me. She stopped and turned toward me, and said, I loved it when you had to kiss me. Will you please do it now? I pulled her close and started french kissing her, and she responded in kind. While we were kissing, someone was clearing their throat, but I just ignored it. After a minute or two, two arms were shoved between us, and forced us to separate. Abigail moved back and said, I should have known your voice, Aunt Hilda. This is the boy I have been telling you about. His name is David. David, this is my Aunt Hilda. She was my fathers baby sister. I got a strange look on my face and said, was? Abigail said, Yes, was, my father died a couple of years ago. That is one of the reasons that mom makes me stay so close. However she trusts Aunt Hilda to make me toe the line, but we have our own way of doing things, when mom is not around. Hilda looked me over, and kissed me on the cheek, saying, Abby, I approve of him, at least for now. Lets go in and have some coffee and talk for a while. You do drink coffee, David? I said, Yes mam, I drink a lot of coffee, especially when I am studying. Davy, if I may call you that, I am not mam, you may call me Hilda, just as Abby does. You may also call her Abby, when not where her mom can hear it. We sat and talked for about half an hour, then Hilda said, Lets go swimming. I replied, I do not have a bathing suit, and where would we swim, anyways? Hilda said, You do not need a bathing suit, and I have a pool in the back yard. It is fenced in so the neighborhood cannot see in. Abby and I swim there nude all the time, and so can you. I must have gotten red in the face, or maybe all over, as Hilda said, You are old enough to know what a womans body looks like, and it is time for Abby to learn what a man looks like. In the old country, young people of your age would be starting to look for their life partners. While she was talking, both she and Abby were removing their clothing. Once Hilda was nude, she proceed to undress me. I was really embarrassed, and my whole body turned red. Hilda laughed and said, Maybe that will heat the water a little. The three of us jumped into the pool, at the same time, making a lot of noise. After about a half an hour, Hilda climbed out of the pool, and laid on a lounge chair with her feet facing the pool. She laid there with her legs spread, and from the pool, I could see her pussy lips were slightly open. I stood there in the pool, neck deep in the water looking at her. Suddenly I felt something grab my cock, and pull down on it. It caused me to fall over, and I saw Abby holding onto it. She put her finger up to her lips to indicate silence, and she pulled me to the shallow end of the pool and sat on one of the lower steps. She whispered in my ear, One of these days, I want that thing inside of me, but not for a while yet. She then took my hand and put it between her legs and put my thumb in a certain spot, and whispered, rub that spot lightly for a little while, and I will play with your cock and balls to make you feel good. While we were playing with each other, Hilda got up and went into the house. About half an hour later, she yelled out the door, that she had lunch ready. We stood up in the pool, and I pulled Abby to me, and kissed her. When we started to get out of the pool, Abby said, I loved the way my nipples felt when you just kissed me. They rubbed on your chest and it felt so erotic. We went in and had sandwiches, and a soft drink. Hilda asked me to tell about myself. Between bites, I gave a short history of my young life. Hilda said that I seem to have led an interesting life so far, to which I replied, Mostly school which is ok, but otherwise pretty boring. After lunch, we went back out by the pool, and laid on the lounge chairs to get some sun. Abby and I had just laid down, when Hilda came out with some sun screen. She gave it to Abby and told her to put it on me. Once Abby had covered me, including my cock and balls, she said to me, Now it is your turn to put it on me and Hilda, and make sure you cover every part of us, like I did for you. Hilda said, David, come and do me first. I went over to her and started putting the sun screen on her legs and rubbing it in. as I got near her crotch, she said, Dont be shy, put it all over me. As if to let me know it was ok, she took hold of my wrist and moved my hand to her pussy. She then said, One of these days I think I will have some one shave my pubic hair, is there any volunteers? I got red in the face, and she said, You are so cute when you blush, and your whole body turns red. I continued to rub her pussy with the sun screen, to make sure I had it all covered, then I moved up to her torso. Again when I got near her tits, she said, Make sure you get under my tits, and all around them. The nipples will burn, so make sure they are protected. Once I had her arms and neck done, Hilda said, Now go do Abby the same way. Make sure that you get every little crack and crevice covered. Once you have her front done, come back over here and I will roll over so you can do my back. While I was doing Abbys front, I said to myself, Am I lucky or what, this is every boys dream, and I get to do two very beautiful girls. When I got to Abbys pussy, she widened her legs as far as she could, and as I was putting the oil on her, she took hold of my hand and made sure that I got some on her clit, and in her slot. When I got to her tits, she whispered to me, Play with them a little if you want. Your hands feel so good on my skin. While I was massacring her tits, I leaned down and kissed her lips. When I broke the kiss, she sighed, contently, it was loud enough that Hilda looked over at us, and smiled. She seemed to be very pleased. Once I had done both of the girls backs, I laid down and went to sleep. I was awaken by the sound of the telephone ringing. Hilda had an outside ringer, so that she could hear the phone in the yard. She went in and answered the phone. When she came back out, she said, Sorry to break this up, but that was your mom, Abby. She said that you should start back for home as soon as you can get dressed. She did not say why. Hilda then turned to me and said, You can stay a while if you like. I asked her what time it was, and she said about 3:30. I said, I should be going, also, Mom and dad will be home shortly after we get back. I have enjoyed spending the time with you and Abby. Hilda then said, Come back whenever you want. I am almost always home during the day. Walking home, Abby said, Aunt Hilda really likes you. I asked, What makes you say that? She answered, She has had boys over when I have been there before, but this is the first time we have swam nude, with a stranger there. Next she was very definitely letting you play with her pussy and tits, and I have never seen her do anything like that before. Lastly, she even let you play with me, and seemed to be enjoying watching you play with my body. I said, I think that your aunt is a super person, and I did enjoy playing with her pussy and tits, but I enjoyed it more when I was playing with yours. She stopped walking, and turned me toward her, and then she kissed me. She said, I enjoyed playing with you also, and I loved it when you kissed me knowing that Hilda could see you doing it. At my house, I started kissing her, and she responded with equal passion. After a couple of minutes she broke the kiss and said, Let me cool down for a minute, and then I have to go. Must not let mom see me all excited, or she will suspect something. We talked for about 5 minutes, and then she left, making sure that she went in a direction so that her mom would not know she had been here. I was still standing there watching her go, when mom and dad got home. Mom asked me, Why are you staring in that direction? I replied, without thinking, I was just watching my girl friend leaving. Mom jumped on that statement rather quickly, and asked, When did you get a girlfriend, and who is it? Someone we know? I replied, Just today, and no, you have never met her. What is her name? asked mom. I was so shook up that I blurted out Abby. Are you talking about Abigail? The girl across the street? mom asked. The cat was out of the bag, so I told mom and dad about the day, leaving out the part about swimming in the nude, and putting the sun tan oil on the two women. I then told them to please do not say anything to anyone. I do not want to get Abby in any kind of trouble with her mom. Dad replied, Her mom should know about it. You should not keep it secret from her. I answered, Her Aunt Hilda, told me to keep it secret from Abbys mom. She said she would break the news to her when it was safe for Abby. Dad thought for a moment and then he said, Son, be cool, and keep your pecker in your pants. We dont want her aunt to have to tell her mom that she is pregnant. I got red in the face again, and stammered, I would have to get to first base, before that can happen. Dad replied, DO NOT go beyond second base, and everything will be great. I looked at both of them, and said, Thank You. Mon said, for what? I replied, for being supportive of me and being the best parents I could ever have. I did not see Abby for a few days, she just was not out and around. I went over to Bobs and we were shooting hoops, when Janice, Bill and Karen came around. Janice said, Lets all go in the garage, and we can play Truth or Dare again. I said, You guys can play without me. Equal numbers of boys and girls works better. Janice pleaded with me to stay, but I said, Maybe the postman has left my new book, and I want to get started reading it. Maybe next time I will stay. At home, I brought in the mail, and my book was there. I put mom and dads mail where they want it, and started opening my package. I heard a knock on the back door, so I laid the book on the kitchen table, and went to see who was there. Abby was standing in front of the back door. I opened it and pulled her inside. I immediately kissed her, and she kissed me back. My cock got as hard as a brick. After a couple minutes, I asked her, Why are you here? Where have you been, I have missed seeing you. She replied, I am here to see you. I have been out of town with mom. I have missed you also. I think that about covers your questions. Where does your mom think you are? I asked. Abby answered, Aunt Hilda, and I are going to the mall, and then to a movie. Mom will not expect me back for quite a while. I will call Hilda, when I am ready to go home, and she will call mom and tell her that I am on my way. Mean while, you and I have the day to ourselves. I said, I just received a new SiFi book in todays mail. I was going to read it, but now, I think we will do something else. Abby said, Why dont we read it together, and then I can learn about SF. If you want to do that, let me go get the first book in this series. Other wise you will loose a lot of the story, by not knowing what is being talked about. I went to the book case and got the book Foundation. I said to Abby, This is the first book in the series, and it sets the tone for the whole series. Abby said, Let me read it to you, and when I have a question, you can answer it. That way I will learn more about SF and how things progress. Abby was a very good reader, and even managed to put the emphasis on a lot of the statements. She asked some very good questions, and said that she was enjoying the story, along with my comments. We stopped long enough to make some sandwiches, for lunch, then she continued to read out loud to me. We were about half way through the book, when I noticed the time. I said to her, Abby, I think you should call Hilda. Mom and dad will be home in about an hour. She got a sad look on her face and said, I wish I did not have to go. I have not had this much fun reading, ever. When Abby got hold of Hilda, she was told that she should NOT leave my house for at least half an hour, and should probably not leave in less than 45 minutes. Abby and I went out on the back porch and were kissing, when mom and dad drove in. I waited until mom and dad had gotten out of the car, before I stopped kissing her. I introduced Abby to them, and mom said, I hope you mom approves of my son. Abby said, She would not approve, even if he was GOD himself. So, she does not know. I hate to deceive her, but she left me no choice. Aunt Hilda, approves, and wants David to come to see her sometime, so they can talk, with out me there. Sometimes I wish she was my mom. It was nice to meet you, but I need to hurry home now, before mom gets riled up. I waited a week, and then one morning, I walked over to Hildas house. I rang the bell and waited several minutes. I was just about to leave, when Hilda came to the door. When she saw it was me, she opened the door, and pulled me inside, and closed the door. She said, David, that is the last time you will ever ring that door bell. You are family here, and family just opens the door and walks in. If the door is locked, I am not here. As she led me through the house, I said, Abby told me that you wanted to talk to me, with out her around, so I came over to see what you wanted. By the time I finished saying that, we were in her bedroom. She then stripped off her clothing, and said, I hurried up and dressed when I heard the bell. Now I can be comfortable. You should undress also, and we will go out by the pool. Once we were at the pool, in the lounge chairs, Hilda asked, David, I know how Abby feels about you, but I need to know how you feel about her. Bare in mind that I will not tell you what she has said, and I will not tell her what you tell me. I replied, Just what do you want to know? What do you think of her as a person?, Is she your girlfriend?, These are the types of things I need to know. I am going out on a limb, to help her, but I want it to be the right person for her, Know what I mean? She is a wonderful person, she is bright, and seems to like many of the same things that I do. I do consider her my girlfriend, and I think that she considers me to be her boyfriend. I cannot tell the future, but my guess is that given a chance, we will be together for a long long time. Hilda said, Now for the really difficult questions. First, what do you know about sex?, and there is no reason for you to be blushing. My reply was, I know the basics, but have never had any practice. Is that what you were looking for? Yes, that is exactly the answer I was looking for. Now for one even more personal, Are you willing to let an older lady teach you how to pleasure your girlfriend? Hilda, are you asking me if I would let you teach me sex? Did I even mention myself? she asked. No, but you are here with me and both of us are naked. You have already let me play with you and Abbys pussys, and tits. It stands to reason that you would be volunteering to be the teacher. Well, that proves that Abby is right, you are very smart, and intelligent. To answer your question, Yes, not today, but if you want, I will teach you so that when the time comes, you will know how to make her really happy, and how to give her great orgasms. It will take several sessions over a period of several weeks, and you must NOT LET ANYONE know what we do. You must agree to that, and it means even Abby must not know either. I replied, I dont know of any kid my age that would turn down that offer, and especially with such a beautiful woman. Hilda replied, You are not a Kid anymore, you are a young man, and I thank you for the compliment. Is there a day of the week, between now and the time school starts, that is best for you? I thought for a moment, and said Wednesdays would be good. Hilda said, Ok, since this is Monday, we can start this week. I want you here by 8:30 every Wed. morning, until school starts. Can you make it that early? Mom and dad are usually gone by 6:30, so I can easily be here by 8:30. If I rode my bicycle, I could make it by 7:30. Hilda answered, No, 8:30 is better for me, and if you ride your bicycle, it will let people know that I have a visitor, which we dont want. When you get here, come right in, and lock the door behind you. That way if someone comes, they will think I am out. I guess that makes since, I said. Is there anything I need to bring with me? Just that lovely cock and body, is all you will need. she answered. She then said, I love it when you blush, your whole body turns red, even your cock. We will spend most of the time out here by the pool, like we are now. I said, If there is nothing else, I should be going, I have some things to get done before mom and dad get home, and it will take me a while. I started to get up, and Hilda said, Just relax for a minute or two. I will be right back. She then went into the house. Hilda returned a few minutes later, carrying my clothing. She smiled and said, Now you can stay a few minutes longer. Get dressed, and then I will continue. Once I was dressed, Hilda said, For the next few minutes, I want you to pretend that I am Abby. I want you to act with me just as you would with her. That way, I will have a better idea as to what to teach first. Is that all right with you? I stood there for a few seconds, and then I grabbed Hilda and started french kissing her. I made sure that I got a good feel of her tits on my chest. I broke our kiss and said, Abby, I hate to go, I could kiss you like this all day, but I do have some responsibilities to take care of. I then took hold of her again and kept kissing her as we moved toward the door. At the door, Hilda broke the kiss, and moved away from me a few inches. She then said, Well we can skip teaching you to kiss. I see why Abby likes to kiss you. I could take that all day myself. Now go before I keep you here all afternoon. On Wednesday morning, I made sure I was at Hildas at 0830. I closed and locked the door after I entered her house. I immediately went to her room to take off my clothing. She was not there, but I was sure she was at the pool, waiting for me, so I went there. As I entered the back yard, I saw Hilda, lying on a sheet, in the center of the yard. She motioned me over, and said, This will be our class room for most of your lessons. I would rather not have the sheet, but we do not want grass stains over our bodies. I went over to her, laid down beside her and said, Abby, what are you going to teach me today? Hilda replied, Very good. Pretending I am Abby teaching you, will help you by putting you in the correct frame of mind. I am going to give you blow jobs, today. This will give you some experience with them, and you can teach it to Abby, if things get to intense. That way you will have a safe way to get some relief, and not experience blue balls. I replied, I have heard that expression, but I am not sure just what it means. She answered, When a man/boy gets sexually excited, and gets a hard on. If it is not taken care of, in a timely manner, his balls start hurting. Most boys/men will then masturbate, to relieve the stress. However, if a girl/woman is available, and one who knows how to give blow jobs, it will safely take care of the problem, without them having intercourse. So you are telling me that a blow job, is a substitute for fucking? I said. In plain language, yes it is. However it can be almost as satisfying as intercourse if done correctly. She then proceeded to tell me what to watch for so I could direct Abby when the time came. Between then and 1230, she gave me 3 blow jobs, and they really felt great. Before I left, she made sure to mention that I could not tell anyone what we were doing, including Abby. As I was going out the door, she said, I hope to see you and Abby before I see you next Wednesday. I smiled at her and shook my head, yes. All the way home I kept thinking about the BJs that Hilda had given me. I could really see that they felt much better than me jacking off. To bad I could not have Abby give me one every time I saw her, but that would be out of line. In the weeks that followed, Hilda taught me how to give her an orgasm, by playing with her tits. Then she taught me to play with her clitoris, and how to eat pussy, to an orgasm. Then just before school started, she said, David, this Saturday, I want you to take me to a movie. I asked her why, and she replied, so that you can demonstrate that you really know what I have been teaching you. It will be a real date, and I want you to show me how much you have learned. Be aware, that if you go to fast, or to clumsy, I will get upset, like a young girl might be. Then you will have to start all over again to get me back in the right frame of mind. I said, Kind of like a final exam, then. She replied, Exactly, except that you will have a second chance, to do it right. Saturday, I told mom and dad, that I would be going to a friends house. I would be late getting home, and if it was to late, I would stay there overnight. They said, Ok, and I dressed like it was just an ordinary evening. I then walked over to Hildas house. The door was locked, but I knew that she was expecting me, so I waited for a few minutes. I was about to leave, when a BMW convert. Pulled up in front of the house. Hilda was driving, so I got in. When she pulled away from the curb, she said, I thought I would be back before you got here. Did you wait long? I replied, Only about 5 minutes. This is a beautiful car. Wow, I never expected to ride in one of these. She said, Well, not many people know that I own this. I keep it in a garage a couple of blocks from here. Even Abby does not know that I have it. Hilda drove us to a small town about 20 miles from ours. For such a small town, they had a theater complex with five screens. We picked a film that neither one of us was particularly interested in. We went in, and found seats in the center of the back row. When the film started, there were about half a dozen teen age kids in the front row, but the rest of the seating was empty. Once the lights had dimmed, and the picture had started, I put my arm around Hilda, and drew her close to me. I kissed her lips, and started unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was open, I pulled it aside so that her bra was showing. Then I reached into the top of each cup, and pulled her breasts out. At that point, I started kissing her nipples and gently pulling on them, while I rolled them between my forefinger and my thumb. A few minutes later, it appeared that her body was trembling all over. I reached down and unzipped her skirt. I then pulled it away from her front. Then I reached into the top of her panties, and started playing with her clitoris. I could feel her wetness as I stuck a finger into her slit. As it approached her birth canal, it was apparent that she had at least one or more orgasms, with my playing with her tits, and she was now having another as I played with her clitoris. I took my index finger and put it inside her pussy, feeling around, trying to find the g spot that she had told me about. The way she was squirming, I am not sure if I found it or not. She had another orgasm, and said, Honey, you just got an A++ on your final exam. Now I think I should go to the ladies room, and clean up some before a crowd gets in there. Wait about 5 minutes, and I will meet you by the front door. She then buttoned her blouse, and I pulled the zipper on her skirt up. Five minutes after she left, I got up and went into the lobby to wait for her. She came out of the rest room, just as one of the other movies let out. She was next to me when some guy grabbed her arm and said in a loud voice, Sandra, I have the money now. She looked at him and said, Let go of me, and I am not Sandra. He looked at her with a wild expression on his face, and said, Listen you little fucking whore, At that moment, I dont know where it came from, but my fist hit him in the jaw, and he fell to the floor. Hilda took hold of me and almost dragged me out the door. We ran to the car and left before anyone could see where we went. Hilda was crying, and would not answer my questions. About halfway back to our town, she stopped in a small roadside park, and sat there crying for about 10 more minutes. When she stopped, she said, I guess I owe you an explanation. I replied, No, you dont OWE me an explanation, but I would like to know what was going on. She said, I will tell you the honest truth, but promise me that you will not tell Abby. I replied, I wont tell her, if you dont want me to. However, if it is important enough, you should tell her yourself. Hilda said, I am not that much older than she is, so we (the family) have withheld some things that happened in Holland, from her. First off when the Germans got there when I was 16 years old. They decreed that at 16, all girls had to register with the local commandant. Then if they were pretty, they were assigned to service the officers. The others were then given to the enlisted men for their amusement. I was made the bedroom girl for a captain, who was a fat pig. It was my duty to be ready to fuck him at any time he wanted it, and he did not use any condoms. One day he was talking to me, and asked me about my boyfriend in school. I made the mistake of telling him the name of the boy I liked. It happened to be a Jew. When I told him the boys name, he immediately sent me to what he called retraining. It was nothing more than teaching me sex positions, and some very sick other things. The training lasted about 3 weeks, and I was fucked every night by at least two enlisted men. Once the school was over, I was taken home and my family was told that it was mandatory that any German soldier who wanted, was to sleep with me, and if I got pregnant, the baby would be sent back to Germany. Then I was to get pregnant again. My first baby was born, and sent to Germany. However, before I got pregnant again, we managed to escape. We have always told Abby that we escaped before the Germans got there. Once in this country, I had no skills, so Dad became my manager, and I started whoring. Once we had saved a little money, I started looking for nicer people. I became a Call Girl. Once we had worn out our welcome in that city, we came here, but when the opportunity for me to make a lot of money came, I went back to being a Call Girl, but at extremely high prices. Currently, I am the most expensive fuck in the state. The man at the theater, was one who bought my services, but did not have the money. Dad threatened to kill him, and told him that if he ever tried to come near me again, he had better have the cash on him. This is the first time I have seen him since then. So far, Abby has not questioned how I can have such a nice house, and come and go as I please without any visible means of support. As of right now, I promise you that I have quit for good. I have enough money so I never have to work again. Please dont hate me, and dont tell Abby. Now I will take you home. You will still be welcome in my house, but some things will change, but I dont know just what at this point. I replied, Hilda, I am sorry for what has happened to you. I will not judge you, because I have not lived through those kind of things. I do think that you are wrong in not letting Abby know what happened to you. Now, dont take me to my house, but to yours. I think that you need to have some company tonight, and I will try to help you as much as I can. Hilda never said a word, but leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then drove out of the little park. We never stopped, until we reached her home. There, she gave me the key to the house and said, I will take the car to the garage, and be right back. I replied, Hilda, I am not leaving your side, tonight. I will go with you to the garage, and walk back with you. She got a weak smile on her face, and nodded her head. When we entered her house, I noted that it was still a little early, so I called home. I told dad that I had stopped by to see Hilda on the way home, and that she was having a problem. I said that I would stay with her until morning and then call Abby to take over. He said, I dont know what the problem is, but if your mom or I can help, let us know. In the mean time as I told you before, KEEP YOUR PECKER IN YOUR PANTS. See you in the morning. We both sleep nude, and I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. I awoke a couple of times during the night, and she was still curled up next to me. The third time I awoke, I went to the bathroom, and saw a straight razor lying on the sink. I shook my head, and muttered, I hope she changed her mind. When I awoke in the morning, Hilda was still curled up next to me, with her arm over my shoulders. I started to move to get out from under her arm, when she said, David, Thank you for taking care of me last night. If it wasnt for you, I might have done something bad. I replied, If you really wanted to do it, you could have use the razor that you got out after I went to sleep. She asked, How do you know about that, I put it away a while ago. I replied, I saw it when I went to take a piss early this morning. I have been watching for those things, but decided that if you really wanted to commit suicide, there was no way I could really stop you. But, you did, She replied. I know that you went with me last night to put the car away, as you had guessed what I was going to do. Then, when I got the razor out, I was going to wait until after you were gone from here, however I decided that I could not put Abby through your trial. My Trial? For what? She replied, You would have been the prime suspect in my murder, as you and I were seen together last night, and you spent the night here. They would probably say that you had killed me for some reason, and Abby would be lost without you. I could not do that to her, or you. I said, Sandra, do you trust me enough to do something that I know you do not want to do? You called me Sandra, does that mean that you want me to tell Abby about it? I replied, Not only Abby, but her mom, and my parents. It is time to let you heal, and that can only be done by letting these people know the truth. She replied, It will be hard for me to do, but I will do it for you and Abbys sake. Call your parents and see if they can be here by 1000. Then I will call Abby and her mom. Once everyone was there, Hilda said, This meeting was called at Davids request. I will say a few words, and then turn it over to him. First, Marguerite, David is Abigails boy friend. He has insisted that you be told that. I have allowed them to meet here, but only when I was here. There has been no improper things happening, between them. Now David, you are up. I said, First of all, Marguerite, what do you want me to call you? She replied, I guess my name is fine. Marguerite, I have always wanted for you to know of our relationship, but for whatever reason, I was told not to let you know, by both Abigail, and Aunt Hilda. My parents also said I should let you know, and now you do. I hope you approve, because I really like her a lot. Now for all of you. Something happened last night that made me aware of certain facts, that all of you should know. First, Aunt Hilda wanted to talk to me, privately, and we went to a movie, where we could sit and talk without interruption. When we were leaving the theater, a man grabbed her arm and yelled Sandra, I have the money now. She shook his hand off of her arm and said, I am not Sandra He then said please excuse my language, Listen you little fucking whore Without even thinking, I threw a punch to his jaw, and he went down to the floor. We then hurried out and left. When she had calmed down a little, Aunt Hilda told me a story, and I want her to tell the four of you. Marguerite, you probably know most of it, but still you should hear it again. Aunt Hilda, your turn in the barrel. Hilda told them the story almost word for word as she had told it to me the night before. Once she was done, she said very quietly, If it had not been for David, this morning the police would have been looking for my next of kin. Twice last night he kept me alive, with no more than his presence. One thing he told me was that I should not be ashamed of what happened to me, but should remember that things in war time have to be done that maybe we hate, but have to do anyway. Marguerite stood up and hugged Hilda, and said, Yes I knew most of that story. I have always felt sorry for you, and maybe that is why I let you be so close to Abby. And yes I know that everyone but me calls her Abby. It is all right. Young man, I want to thank you for what you have done for Hilda, and also for helping my daughter to become a good American. You are welcome in our home at any time, and she can see you anytime she is not at school, or have other duties. Your parents are also welcome in our home. You have made me see that Bombing our home was probably the best thing that you could do to defeat Germany. Thank you for that. Four years later, Abby and I got married. Hilda gave her home to us for a wedding present, and she moved back with Marguerite (she kept the BMW). 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How I Inherited a Nudest Camp, and Became Rich By JSR ***** The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg,bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF, ***** I was 22 and my wife was 19 when we got married. She was a virgin, and had never done anything sexual except kiss, which she was very good at. I am just an average joe, 5ft 7in and 140 pounds. Nothing great to look at, so it was a great surprise when Sandy started dating me. She is 5ft 4in, 103 pounds. She is a c cup, which looks huge on her frame. She was one of the most popular girls in her school, where as when I was in school, the girls stayed away from me in droves. Sandy dressed very conservatively. I once told her that she should come into the modern world, and stop dressing like a 13 year old that was trying to hide her newly forming assets. I got a good job after high school, and saved a good portion of it. I was able to put a good down payment on a nice house on a medium sized lake. We are just far enough south that I have never seen ice on the water, and I have lived in this area all of my life. We moved in the week after we were married. On week days, there was only one other family who would be around, and they lived on the other side of the lake. Most of the 'homes' were more like a week end get away than a real house. In the winter time, even the week ends there were seldom anyone but the two families. We had never met the family across the lake. I had never went to visit them, and they had never came to visit us. We were like ships that pass in the night. We knew they were there, but never bothered to get to know them. The first summer there, Sandy would wear what I called 'her grandmothers bathing suit'. It looked like it came out of a photo of 1901. Then she would go to a tanning salon to get her tan. I kept kidding her about it, and telling her about wasting money to do what the sun would do for free. By the end of the summer I had her wearing a 2 piece suit, but it still covered most of her torso. As the cooler winter weather started setting in, I came home from work one day and found Sandy inside, wearing just her panties and a bra. This took me completely by surprise. It was the first time outside of the bedroom that I had seen her not completely dressed. Whats going on, I ask? She answered, Don't you like what you see? I said, I love it, but you have never dress like this before. She answered, I was talking to mom this morning, about some of your comments about the way I dress, and she told me that I should always dress and do what the man of the house tells me to do, even if it means going out in public totally nude. So I am trying to loosen up like you want me to do. Three cheers for you mom, I said. The door bell rang and Sandy said, That is probably Dad and Mom they are coming for dinner. Answer it please, while I finish cooking. I opened the door, and let them in. I took Melvin's hat and coat, and then took Maryann's coat. Once I had hung them up, I did a double take, as Maryann was nude. Melvin said, It's ok I told her to come this way. We will explain when Sandy is here to hear it also. We went into the living room and sat down. A minute of so later, Sandy came in from the kitchen and said, Supper will be ready in a few minutes. She then looked at her mom and said, Mom why are you nude? Maryann said, When we were talking on the phone earlier, and I told you that if Jack told you to go outside nude, that you should do so. Well you father heard that, and told me that I should come here nude. So here we are. I said, Sandy, take off your bra and panties. We don't want Maryann to feel like the lone ranger. She looked at me kinda funny, then took them off. I saw her dad hide a smile. Apparently he thought it was a good idea. A few minutes later, Sandy and Maryann went into the kitchen to finish up getting the meal ready. I said to Melvin, What was that smile I saw you hide, when I told Sandy to take off her bra and panties? You got to see her since she is grown? That too, but I smiled in that you told her to do it and not ask her. Both Sandy and Maryann are somewhat submissive, and telling either one to do something, they most likely will do it, where as if you ask them to do something, they might find an argument against doing it. Once we had eaten, and the table cleared, we decided to go outside. It was just getting dark, and there was supposed to be a meteor shower. Since it was a balmy evening, we all went out nude, and laid in the grass to watch the sky. About half an hour after I laid down, I felt someone between my legs, and suddenly I was getting a blow job. At first I thought it was Sandy, but then I noticed that it was different from how she normally gave them to me. I raised my head, and saw that Maryann was blowing me, and I looked at Melvin, and saw that Sandy was giving her dad a blow job. I thought to my self, I wonder who's idea this was, but it sure was a nice one. I laid back down and watched the meteor shower (which was spectacular), while I enjoyed my mother in law giving me a blow job. After her parents had left for the night, I ask Sandy, Who's idea was the blow jobs, and why did you do your dad and your mom do me? It was mom's. She said she wanted to see if you tasted as good as you look, and said I should find out how dad taste, so I had something to compare you with. I ask, Well what are the results, did she like my taste, and did you like the taste of your dad? Mom loved the way you tasted, and I think that you and dad taste quite a bit alike, she answered. I decided that I would see just how submissive Sandy was. I would start with little things and work my way up to see just how far I could go with her. Since she had never let me fuck her ass, I decided to start with that. As we were getting ready for bed, I told her, Go get the KY jelly. She ask, Why do we need that? I answered, Because I told you to. With that, she went to the bathroom and got the jar and brought it to me. Score one little mark. I had her lay face down on the bed, and spread her legs. I put some KY on my right index finger, and started applying it to her ass hole. She started to say something, but I interrupted her by saying, Yes, I am going to fuck your ass. Now be a good wife and relax, so it will be easier on you. With that I stuck my finger into her ass, and started working it around to loosen up her sepulcher muscles. I slowly worked up to three fingers in her, then I put KY on my cock and more on her asshole. I then put my cock up to her ass, and slowly started putting pressure on it. It took a few minutes to get the head into her, and she was trying to let me in. Once I had the head in her, I waited a minute or so for her to get used to it, then slowly pushed my cock in until I was fully inserted into her ass. At this point, I again stopped to enable her to get adjusted to this intrusion of her poop chute. Once she had adjusted to this intrusion, I started fucking her slowly, and increased my speed until I was pounding her very hard. After a minute or so, she had her first orgasm from anal fucking. Before I was ready to cum, she had several more orgasms. When I finally shot my load deep into her intestines, she had one of the biggest orgasms that she had ever had. I laid on her back and just let my cock work its self out of her, while playing with her tits. I ask her, Now was that as bad as you thought it would be? She answered, No, if I had know how good it could feel, we would have done it a long time ago. It's not as good as vaginal sex, but it will be a nice alternative. I said, Good, now when I have recharged, I am going to fuck your pussy so hard that you will cry uncle before I let you up. Which I did. In the morning, Sandy was complaining that she was still sore from our session. I then said, You will go without clothing of any kind today, and that should make it easier on you. I will see you nude when I come home from work. When I got home from work, Sandy met me at the door, nude. I said to myself, I guess her dad was correct. I haven't had to discuss anything since I started telling her what to do, instead of asking her to do it. I started telling her once a week that she had to be nude all day, and after a few weeks, I told her that she was to be nude at all times in the house. She just said, Ok. When her parents visited us again, her dad and I were alone and he ask about her being nude this time, and I told him, I just told her that she was to be nude at all times in the house, and she just answered 'OK'. He replied, Now why didn't I think of that a long time ago. I must remember to tell that to Maryann. One Friday evening, Maryann and Melvin came for the week end. On Saturday morning, after breakfast, Melvin said, Everyone grab your shoes, we are going for a walk. Maryann and Sandy started for the bedroom, and Melvin ask, Where are you two going? Sandy said, To get dressed. Melvin said, I said grab your shoes, not your dresses. Both of them stopped and looked at him, then put their shoes on. Sandy looked at me with a question on her face. I smiled at her and put on my shoes, so she did likewise. Maryann seemed reluctant to put on her shoes, but finally got them on. Outside, the temp was about 65 deg. And there was a light warm breeze blowing. It was very comfortable. Melvin said, Show me the property lines, I want to check on something. I replied these are approximately 1 acre lots. I showed him the boundary line on one side of the house, and then the back. Next we went to the other side. I said, The fourth boundary is of course the lake front. Who owns the property on either side of you, ask Melvin? I answered, As far as I know, the realtor, but he may just be the agent for the owner, why? Just a crazy idea I have. I will tell you about it later. We then walked over to our nearest neighbor's property. There was an old, small two wheeled sleeping trailer, and a lot of trash. We walked to another neighbor's property and it had a small log cabin on it with an outhouse behind it. Again it was not very well kept. I told Melvin, I checked out several of the properties around here and selected the one we have, because of the open space between us and these places. Unfortunately, some one could buy those two lots and be just like these, said Melvin. I replied, That is the only thing that worries me. I am planning on buying them in the future if I can, to stop that from happening. From there we walked down to the lake, and back to our property. The ladies then got out some lawn chairs and we sat in the sun, for a while. It felt really good. Watching Sandy, I could tell that she was beginning to enjoy being nude. Since I had started making her go nude, her outfits, when leaving home, were becoming more relieving, and she looked fantastic, in them. One day, I came home and Sandra was dressed to go out. I ask her why she was dressed, and she said, Our attorney called and wants to see us as soon as we can get to his office. I said, His office will be closed before we can get there. No, she said, He is staying until we can get there, but to make it as soon as we can. At the Attorney's office, his secretary met us at the door and said, Go right in to his office. I will join you after I lock up. In his office, he said, As soon as my secretary gets here, we will begin. He then went to a file cabinet and selected a file, then returned to his desk with it. I sat wondering, just what was going on, until a few seconds later when his secretary came in. Once she was seated, he said, Darla is here as a witness, and to take notes as necessary. Now I was getting concerned that there was something wrong with our property, that might make us loose it. It was the only dealing we had with this attorney. The attorney, said, Do you remember Roger Hornsby? I thought for a minute and said, I think that was the realtor who sold us our house. Right, he said. Now I have some good news and bad news for you, which would you like to hear first? I said, Give us the bad news first, then we can leave feeling better with the good news. Excellent choice, he said. The bad news is that Roger passed away last night. It was in his sleep, and he went peaceably. I said, I am sorry to hear that. He was a very nice fellow, and I thought he was very honest with us. However, I fail to see why that would concern us. Is there some type of problem with our home in this? No, he said, But that is what brings the good news. He thought a great deal of the two of you, and three months ago, came to me to have his will made out. You are here because you are an heir to him, according to his wishes. I will now read the will. Please do not say anything until I have finished reading it. Then we will discuss it. After reading the legal mambo jumbo that begins most wills, he paused and then started reading again. Since my wife and two children were killed in an auto crash 30 years ago, I have no heirs. I am the last of my family, and there for make the following provisions. 1. Jack and Sandra Keesler, who bought an acre lot from me on Lock port road. I hereby give to them the one acre lots that are on either side of theirs. They had indicated to me that they would like to have them at a later date, so I am giving them the two lots #14 and #16. One quarter of my money will be given to them in a trust fund, not to be used until their children start attending collage, then only the interest is to be used. Upon each child's graduation from collage, that child will receive 1/x amount of the principal. X is to be the number of total children that the couple have. 2. The remainder of the estate will be given to the nearest Military Retirement Home, to be used for building new accommodations. Do either of you have any questions? Sandra sat there shaking her head in amazement, while I was trying to make any sense of this. I finally said, We hardly knew this man, why would he do this for us? He told me that he was gratified to find a young couple who reminded him of he and his wife, when they were young. To put things in prospective, you have just hit the Lottery Jackpot, with out buying a ticket. I will be getting in touch with you after the will is probated. At that point you are essentially rich. Congratulations. On the way home, we decided to stop and see Melvin and Maryann. I ask Melvin if he remembered what we had talked about when we walked around the area of our house. He replied, Do you mean about someone buying the empty lots next to you? I answered, Yes that is the one. Well someone now owns them. Bad luck, he said. I said, You will never believe who now owns those lots. Not even a wild guess, he said. I said to Sandra, You tell him. She said, We do. How in the world did you ever manage that? I know you don't have the money to buy one of them let alone both of them. I answered, We did not buy them, but they were given to us free and clear. Melvin then said, I don't believe that. No one gives away such prime property for nothing. Sandra said, He died and left them to us in his will. We just came from our attorney's office and heard the will being read. It just has to be probated and then we own them. Melvin shook his head and said, Must be a mistake, NO ONE in our family has ever been given anything. We will find out for sure, in a week or so. That's when the Probate court will see it, I said. In the mean time, I am going to have a surveyor come out and survey all three lots, and put in corner stakes. That way we will know for sure just where our lot is, and where the other two lots stop as well. Later, at home, Sandra ask, What will we do with the extra lots? Maybe, put in a garden? I answered, On one lot, maybe a garden, but I am thinking about putting a privacy fence up by the road across all three lots, with a gate for the driveway, and a walk gate by the mail box. I came home from work a few weeks later, and I noticed a car parked beside the road just up the street from our driveway. As I pulled in, the car started moving, and pulled into the driveway behind me. I got out of the car and went back to see what the person wanted. As I approached the car, a man got out, and ask me, Are you the owner of this property? I replied in the affirmative. He then said, Do you have a few minutes, I would like to talk to you. I replied, Sure, lets go around in back where we have some chairs. Then we can sit and talk. I led the way around the house, and I ask to him to sit, and then ask if he wanted a coffee. He said yes, just black. I went to the door and yelled to Sandra, Please bring out two coffee's, my usual, and one just black. I sat next to the stranger and said, Now what is it you want to talk about? Just then Sandra came out with the coffee. She had 3 cups on a tray, and had arranged them so the her breasts were laying on the tray, with a cup on each end of the tray, and one in the middle between her breasts. She walked to our guest, and said, Yours is in the middle. He took his cup, and she came over to me and indicated mine. She then went to another chair and sat down. Our guest smiled at Sandra, and said, Let me introduce myself. I am Gordon Samsong. Now I know that that probably does not mean anything to you, so I will tell you about myself, then I will explain why I am here. Is that all right? I replied, Sure, I am quite curious as to why you are here. I would like to buy your property. I am in the process of buying all the land around this lake. I intend to put in a large area for people, like you, that practice nudism, and need a safe place to be with others who do also. I looked at him and said, That's quite a nice idea, but this land is not for sale. However we may be able to come up with something that both of us can live with. Let me think things over, and I will give you a call sometime next week. Here is my card with my phone number on it. I will look forward to hearing from you. We shook hands and he left. I said to Sandra, That is quite an ambitious plan. I am going to do a little investigation and see what I can find out about him. After supper, I started researching on the internet for Gordon Samsong. I found 8 listed, but only 2 were in our general area. The first one I looked at was the nephew, once removed, of the Governor, so I ruled him out. The second one was listed as the owner of a small fast food restaurant. I figured that that had to be the one. The only personal data on him was he was orphaned at age 6 months, and that his wife was dead. I was now sure that I had the right person. Next I started reviewing the latest property sales, and who bought them. I found that in the past year, he had bought almost all the land around our lake. Now I knew I had the right person. Further inquiries, failed to find any more information on him. I then called Melvin, and ask him if he had heard about someone named Gordon Samsong. He said no, but that he would see if he could find out anything. I gave him what information I had, so that he would get the right Gordon. Melvin came back with essentially the same information that I had found, except that he said there was a rumor that the man was filthy rich, but no one had ever been able to substantiate that. I thanked Melvin for his efforts and told him that when I had things figured out, I would let him know what was going on. I kept looking, but found nothing else on Gordon. He called me a week later, and said, I think I have it figured out how we can do business. May I come out and explain my idea to you? I said, I will always listen to good ideas, so come on Saturday morning, and I will meet with you. I will be there at 9:10 sharp, he said. Gordon pulled into our driveway at exactly 9:10, Saturday morning. Sandra was gone. She and Maryann had gone shopping about an hour earlier. We shook hands, and Gordon said, Such a nice day, mind if we set in your back yard? I replied, It is very pleasant out there this morning, as I led the way around the house. Once we were there, Gordon said, I was hoping to see your lovely wife out here. I replied, She and her mom went shopping this morning. Oh, yes, with Maryann, Gordon replied. He then said, as he sat down Yes, I know about your family. I have done a through investigation on you. I said, As we did on you, but there is not much out there about you. Well, when you never do anything, no one is interested in saying anything about you, and I have never done anything interesting, he answered. What I did find out, pretty much confirms what you told us. There are rumors that you are very wealthy, but no one seems to know that for sure, I said. I live so that those rumors are quickly dispelled. I know that some of them have come from me buying all the land around this lake, but I have said that I am buying it for someone else, so that it could be bought cheaper. What happens when they find out that you bought it for your own project? That is part of what we are going to discuss this morning. Here is what I want you to know. I am forming a company, NC, INC. It is that company that will own the land. Now, first off, I did finally get the property across the lake. I had to pay 3 times what it was worth, but in the long run that is a cheap price. After my investigation of you and your family, it is my pleasure to ask you to be 1/3 owner, and CEO of the company. If you accept, I will offer another 1/3 to your father in law. Assuming that you both accept, I will become know only as the Financial Backer. The three of us will work together to build what we talked about before. Your wife, and Maryann will also be given a position in the company, with a lucrative salary. How does this sound so far? I said, I assume that this is predicated on me selling to the company? Actually, NO. Your property will still be yours alone. We will fence it in, with some gates for you to walk thru. We will put a locked gate to your dock, but the people will have a 4ft. Wide path along the shore to go beyond your place. This way the law that allows people to walk around the shore of a lake will be honored, and you will still own your own land. I hope this meets your approval, he said. I said, It is an interesting proposal. Can you write it out, with all the details you have told me, along with estimated salaries of all concerned. Also, what is to be my involvement in the building and structure of the organization, and the campground? He opened his brief case, and pulled out a bunch of papers. Gordon then said, Here it is in black and white, and I have signed and had my signature notarized. There is a place for you, Sandra, Melvin and Maryann to sign if you all agree. This document will then be used for the company charter. If you all sign, please have your signatures notarized, to make it legal. I will now take my leave, so you can study it, and either present it to the others, or reject it. Call me and let me know what the joint decision is at the earliest convenient time. I said, Just a couple of thoughts, before you leave. The first three things that would have to be done after all the old buildings etc. have been removed. 1. A power substation would be needed, 2. A water tower would be needed, and 3 a privacy fence would be needed to completely surround the property, including mine. Give that some thought, while we mull over what you have proposed. That's the kind of thinking that I was hoping to get out of you, and I see where you are coming from. Thank you. Goodby, he said as he headed for his car. That evening we went to see Melvin and Maryann. I had Sandra travel nude. She scrunched down in the seat so no one could see her tits, but several truck drivers had an excellent view of them, and also of her pussy. Once at Melvin's place, she had to walk from the sidewalk up to the house with just her shoes on, but she did not make a fuss about it. I think she was getting use to the idea that she was to show off to everyone. I had Sandra read the paperwork that Gordon had left, before we went to her parents house. The first thing I did after we got there, was to have both Melvin and Maryann read it. Then we discussed it for a couple of hours. We could all see pro's and con's, but it appeared that the Pro's out weighed the con's. We all agreed that we would all go to a notary, and sign it the next day. Sandra and I were getting ready to head for home, when Melvin said, I think that now that we are partners, we should be sharing everything. Jack you and Maryann take our bedroom tonight, and Sandy and I will take her old room. Both Maryann and Sandy said, WHAT? I said, Now Sandy, you know that you have always wanted to fuck your dad, now you are going to do so. Melvin said, Maryann, Now is your chance to have Jack's big cock inside you. You told me that you would like to see what Sandra sees in him. Now you will. Mother and daughter looked at each other and both shrugged their shoulders, then Maryann took my hand and lead me to her bedroom, while Father and daughter went to her old room. Once we were alone, I said, Maryann, you seemed to take this quite easily, may I ask why? She answered, I know Sandra has wanted him for a long time, and he has wanted her. I am curious as to how your large cock will fit into me, and how it will feel, so I did not object much. I hope that you will not be disappointed in me (pun intended). I said, That all makes since to me. But tonight, I want you to be the aggressor. Next time I will fuck you silly. You assume that there will be a next time? Yes, I think this will happen many times in the future. For one I would like to give you a baby, as well as Sandra, and I know she wants her father to give her one also. Once we get started on the project I foresee us together a lot. You really want to give me a baby? Why? Lets just say I am a horny young man and you turn me on almost as much as your daughter does. I kissed her and my cock was pushing against her pussy. It was as hard as I had ever seen it. She reached down and moved it down somewhat, and it went between her legs, pushing up against her pussy now. We continued kissing for a few minutes, and then she said, I am dripping, put that big fucker in me! as she fell back on the bed. I was more than happy to oblige her. I fucked her in missionary position, then in doggy position. The last thing I remember that night was after she gave me a blow job, I put it back inside of her, and went to sleep. I awoke in the morning, with her giving me a blow job. She said, Melvin loves to wake up this way. I hope you like it. I said, The only thing better than a good blow job, is a nice tight cunt like yours and Sandra's. We got up and showered together. She treated me more like a husband, than a son in law. I really enjoyed myself that night, and I think she did also. Talk at the breakfast table quickly turned to sex. Maryann said, Melvin, I want another baby, and I want Jack to be the father. After he and Sandra have a baby, I think that you should give her one also. Sandra yelled MOTHER! and Melvin said, Sounds like a plan to me, Jack do you see anything wrong about it? I said, Suits me fine, your wife is a very good piece of ass, and from the smile that was on Sandra's face this morning, I would say that she would be willing also. Sandra turned bright red. Even her tits were red. She said, Don't I have anything to say about this? Maryann said, Sandra, If Jack says it is all right, then NO you do not. It is like everything else that you do, Jack is in charge, and you will do as he says, just as I will do as your father tells me. Sandra turned to Melvin and said, Well then, Why Wait, lets get started. Melvin chuckled and said, Sandra, I would love to start now, but your first baby should be by your husband. I will make the second one, just as he will give your mother her second one. Sandra then looked at me and said, Well, are you going to say anything? I replied, It looks like everyone is happy with what was said, You will go off of the pill today, and we will make a baby as soon as we can. Sandra sat down with a dejected look on her face. I walked over to her and started foundling her tits, and she immediately started smiling, and said, You always know just how to make me do what you want. If you really want this, then I will have one of Dad's kids, and you can give me a little brother or sister. The four of us got dressed after breakfast, and found us a Notary, and signed the papers. We then drove to our house, and I called Gordon and said that we had the papers ready. He answered, I will be there in two hours, then we can get things organized. We were all in our birthday suits, when Gordon arrived. Once introductions were made, Gordon ask, Mind if I join you? I kind of feel out of place being the only one wearing clothing. Sandra said, By all means, since we are going to start a nudist camp, I suppose we should all get use to being nude. Gordon said, Thank you. and then removed his clothing. Once everyone was comfortable, the formalities, of electing officers of the board of directors was done. I was elected Chairman of the Board, and Chief Operating Officer. Melvin was elected as Vice Chair, and Planning Officer. Gordon was elected to be the Financial Officer. Maryann was the Secretary for the Board and Sandra was elected to be a board member. Once this was done, I said, I think the first order of business is to see what of the old buildings, etc. have been razed, and how the clearing is going. I hope we do not have to remove to many large trees, as they will help shade, and also give some atmosphere to the place. Gordon said, I checked on it this morning. If you noticed, the house across the lake is gone, and it has been cleaned up. Even the foundations are gone. From there they will be working around lot by lot until it is all done. I estimate that it will take about 3 weeks for them to finish. I ask, At what cost to the board? Gordon chuckled and said, None. I contracted them to do it before the board was set. I will pay all of that from my own pocket. I will be setting up a bank account for us tomorrow. It will initially have 5 Million deposited in it, with at least 1 Million a month until we get going, then I will increase the amount as needed. We need to get a surveyor to lay out the lots, so that we know how many we will have of each kind. Then have an electrician tell us how big the Power Sub Station will need to be. Also we will need to know about what the water and sewage demands will be. Can anyone think of anything else that is a must be done before we start on the camp its self? Yes, said Gordon, You forgot the 12 ft privacy fence that must surround the area. I said, Yes, but it cannot go up until the surveyor is done, the power company is done, and the water Tower, and sewage piping have be brought onto the property. Another thing, said Gordon, I think it best that the two of you keep your current jobs, until we start construction inside the fence. No since in loosing that income for you, and you will still be getting the small amount we talked about. Of coarse that amount will increase as we start opening some of the areas for use. Melvin spoke up and ask, Has anyone given thought about selling memberships? Gordon said, I am not sure how that would work, explain it to me please. Melvin said, For example, a motor home lot for a given fee could be used anytime by the member who has it. It would be a yearly fee, based on the day/week/month charge for that spot. Another way would be the same, but the member would have to take any available spot. There are several other variations, but now is not the time to go into detail on that, but it should be in the planning, if we eventually want to offer them. Sandra spoke up and said, I would imagine that with all the nude people, there is going to be a lot of sexual activities going on. Either outright, or in private. What should our policy on that be? Gordon said, I have thought about that a lot. I have been to camps where sex is forbidden, except for man and wife, and I have been to camps where there are a variety of restrictions. While I do not want to have a lot of restrictions on our customers, some basic restrictions are going to be necessary. Off the top of my head, I would say, NO sexual activity by people under the age of 16. Over 16 consenting activity would be all right, if the parents approve. Over 18, as long as it is consensual, and not public, should be all right. One thing though UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES should Condoms be allowed. I have seen camps where they are, and cleaning up after them costs a tremendous amount of time and money. Maryann said, I think that that should be our policy, just as you stated it. We are not here for telling adults they cannot fuck, and we will not clean up after them. Any one found using condoms, or trowing them around should be banned from the camp. As the weeks passed, we could see the camp slowly being organized, and some work completed. I fucked Maryann every time we went to their house, and also when they come to ours. Many times I spent the night with her, and we fucked most of the night. After about 3 months, she became pregnant. Sandra was very happy. First because she would have a sibling, and also because I would be able to spend more time fucking her. Her dad held off fucking her, so that her first baby would be mine. Once the position of the power substation, the water tower, and the sewage piping into the property was determined, the privacy fence was started. By the time it was complete, with 5 gates, Maryann had twin boys. On the boys 8 month birthday, Sandra gave birth to our daughter. A month later, Sandra was pregnant with her father's child. The construction was continuing on the camp, and the administration building was completed shortly after. Work on the first motor home pads was started, and Sandra got adds put in all the nudest magazines that we could find, advertising that we would be opening in the very near future. One magazine that featured open sex in its pages, the add said that private sex was approved for the new camp, with some regulations that would be available at sign up time. All the adds also said that memberships would be available in the near future. It also stated that employees were also needed. Inquiries were to be sent to NC, INC. Maryann decided she wanted another child, so Melvin and I kept her in bed most of the time. She said she got so sore from being fucked that she had to take a week off from it to recuperate. A month later, she was pregnant again. She was speculating on who the father was, and we told her it did not matter, it was hers and Melvin's baby, just as the others were. We had an addition put on the house, which tripled the size, and Melvin, Maryann and family moved in with us. One day after a board meeting, Gordon said to Melvin and I, It must be nice to have such a loving family. I never had any children, and my wife died young. I miss her so much. Melvin ask him, Gordon, just how old are you anyway? He answered, I am 78, and have lived alone for the past 30 years. Melvin then took his hand and put it in Maryann's and said, Maryann, take him to our room and show him what a loving wife will do for her husband. Maryann, looked at Melvin, and he smiled at her and shook his head yes. She then led Gordon to their room. Gordon said later, That is the first time I have fucked a woman since my wife died. I want to thank you for the opportunity. Melvin said, What are friends for, if not to help each other out. Now that we have the first motor home site ready, we put out the word in the nudest magazines, that we were open for business for motor homes only, and that travel trailers and then tent camping would be available soon. When the magazines were published, within a week we had 10 inquiries for motor home spots. We sent personal letters back to those ten people, and three weeks later we had reservations for the first 7 motor home spots. When the first group of travel trailer lots were finished, we sent letters out to those who had ask about them. Then again when the first group of tent sights were ready to open. Since this was a year round campground, many of the people seeing what we had, and what we were doing, requested information on memberships. They all seemed to want to all know the rules about sex in our camp. We printed up cards telling what the different memberships would cost per year, and another with our preliminary rules about sexual activities allowed in the camp. At the top of each card, was a disclaimer saying that the rules could be changed if it was warranted, but in all cases (on the sexual card) No one was to bother the workmen, and was not to have sex in their presence. Maryann became pregnant again. She wanted to go on the pill again, but Melvin told her that she was to continue to have babies as long as the Dr. said it was safe for her to do so. After the baby boy was born, we figured that it must have been fathered by Gordon, due to the similarity with his features. Sandra, did not want anymore children, but I told her, as her dad had told her mom, that she would have as many as nature would allow. Once the construction was no longer near our house, I started fucking her in the back yard. She was a little shook up the first time I did, but once she felt the open air caressing her she started loosening up, and I made it a practice to fuck her in the back yard at least once a week, and sometimes more. Once Maryann gave birth to the child that we thought was Gordon's, they started joining us in the back yard. Maryann just loved being fucked out of doors in the open. I think that she was a repressed exhibitionist. However I must say that I and Sandra really enjoyed fucking out of doors also. Once the camp had opened about half of the spots that we had planned on, Gordon moved in his own motor home, and became a permanent resident. He said it reminded him of growing up in an orphanage, where there was not much clothing for the kids. A year after the camp was completed, the camp phone operator got a 911 call from Gordon's phone number. A lady said that she thought that Gordon had a heart attack and died while he was fucking her. The operator called the outside 911 and explained what she was told. When the ambulance got there, they said that he had had a massive stroke that killed him. They said that any strenuous activity would have killed him. No charges were filed, but the lady said she would never be back to our camp, because of the incident. It took 3 years before Gordon's will was probated. He left his share (1/3) of the campground to me, and all of his money and investments to Sandra. His cash was worth $20,000,000 and his investments were worth another $15,000.000. It is estimated that the campground is now worth about $100,000,000. In honor of Gordon's memory, The campground rules on sex, now state that any one over the age of 10 is allowed sex with any other consenting person. We used the age of 10, because Gordon told us that at the orphanage that he grew up in, that was the age of that most of the boys started fucking the girls. Comments and suggestions are always welcome: [email protected]

Being Given a Company and a Wife By JSR It was a Friday evening. I had graduated from High School three weeks previously. I started a summer job the following Monday. It was now my 18th birthday. All of my friends were away for the summer, and my parents had given me a used car for my birthday, and left on vacation. I was bored, so I decided to walk to a bar down the street, treat myself to a beer, while I figured out what I wanted to do for the week end. It was early, so the bar was almost empty. I took a seat at the bar, and ordered a beer. The bartender knew me and being a wise ass, carded me, knowing that it was my 18th birthday, then brought me the beer. I was about half way through my beer, when a young lady came in and sat next to me, which surprised me due to all the empty seats at the bar. I did not say anything, but took a good look at her. She appeared to be somewhere my age, had nice tits (I could see about all of them except the nipples), her skirt was very short, and legs like Betty Grable. She also smelled of very expensive perfume. I was impressed. I took another swallow of my beer, and she ask my name. I said I am Bruce, and you are? Corrie she answered. We made small talk for a while, and when she saw that my beer was about empty, she ordered another one for me, and a scotch and soda for her. After the second beer, I decide to take a walk, and told her so. She ask, mind if I join you, it's always nicer to walk with someone. If you want to, I replied, I am going to walk to the park down the street. As we left the bar, she placed her arm in mine, and we began walking toward the park. She kept up an almost constant chatter all the way to the park, talking about nothing in particular. There were not many people in the park, and I found an unoccupied bench, and sat down. Corrie sat as close to me as she could get. I noticed that her ring finger was white where she had worn a ring, so I thought that maybe she had just been divorced, but did not say anything about that. I turned and looked at her, and said, What is a lady like you doing in this neighborhood, with a young guy like me? Before she could say anything I continued, You look and act like you come from money, and should be in a fashion magazine. I am only 18, and I guess that you are about 22. She answered, Actually I am only 20, and these are the first nice cloths I have ever had. I was lonely and wanted some company. If you don't like me, I will leave. No, don't leave, unless you want to. I am just not the sort of guy that nice looking girls seem to want. She stood up and turned to face me, then she pulled me up onto my feet, and kissed me. Not a peak on the cheek, but full on the mouth. I started giving her some tongue, and she took one of my hands and put it on top of one of her tits, with my fingers being pushed down to her nipple. It only took an instant before my cock was rock hard, and pushing against her short skirt. The palm of my hand was over her nipple, and I was lightly squeezing her tit. She reached down and touched my cock through my pants, and said, I have an apartment near by, where we can take care of this, as she squeezed my cock. Now that got my attention, but being a little leery, ask, You are not a hooker, are you? She answered, No, just a girl who needs company for a while tonight. I said, We will have to stop at the drug store, as I do not have any condoms. Not needed she answered, I am on the pill. As she led the way toward her apartment. As we walked toward her apartment, she explained that she was new in town, and had just started a job. This was the only apartment that she could afford on her salary. She also told me that she usually worked till 10pm, but that her days off rotated, so each week she would be off on different days. Her apartment, was the second floor of a small two story house, with an outside stairway, so she could come and go without bothering the people in the downstairs apartment. At the landing outside her door, she handed me the key, and I unlocked the door. I let her enter first, and she turned on a light. The apartment had a small living room, a very tiny kitchen and a bathroom just large enough for a stool and a shower. The kitchen sink had to be used for both the bathroom and the kitchen. The bedroom had enough room for a bed and a night stand, with a small cloths closet. After I closed the door behind me, I turned around, Corrie puled me to her and started kissing me again. I unbuttoned her blouse, and notice that her bra hooked in front, so I also unhooked it. When she felt the bra unhook, she backed off, and took off the blouse and bra. Then she pulled my polo shirt over my head, and threw it on the couch, along with her bra and blouse. I slid her skirt down, and she did not have any panties on. She unfastened my belt and unzipped my fly. My pants fell to my ankles and she pulled down my briefs. I stepped out of them, and she lead me to the bed. As we got to the bed, she said, You are in charge, do to me what you will, I like it hard and ruff, I will take it in my mouth, ass, or pussy, or all three if you want. Make my tits hurt, pull the nipples off if you can eat me or do it all, just do it. I threw her down on the bed, and spread her legs wide open, and rammed my cock into her pussy without any preparation. The harder I rammed her, the better she liked it. It took about 5 minutes, before I came, boy did I cum. Her canal was just getting to where it was beginning to lubricate itself, when I did. I kept inside of her until it came out on it's own. Mean while I was stretching and pulling her nipples to the point where her back was coming up off of the bed. Once my cock came out of her, I sat on her upper chest, and had her give me a blow job, while I reached behind me and continued to pull her nipples and stretch her tits as far as I could. Once she had me hard again, I rolled her over and put her on her hands and knees. Then I rammed into her again doggy style, while I milked her tits like she was a cow. This time her canal was lubricated, and I was able to get further inside of her. I lasted about 10 minutes this time, and gave her another big load of baby juice. Again when I pulled out, I had her suck me again. When I got hard this time, I rolled her over again and spread her ass open. Since she said she liked it rough, I put my cock head at her rectal opening and pushed about 4 times really hard, and my dick head popped into her ass. I then put all my force behind a mighty shove, and was balls deep inside her ass. I stroked her so hard that her head was hitting the headboard on every stroke, its a wonder that it did not give her a headache. I cam in her ass, but the volume of cum was down from the first two times. One I had cum in her ass, I just laid on top of her, reached under and grabbed her nipples again and started squeezing and pulling them again, until her ass pushed my cock out. I then told her that I needed her to clean my cock. She said not after where I just was. I said I did not mean a blow job, just use a wash cloth, which she did. Then I laid on the bed sucking her nipples for quite a while. Corrie said, That was great, a lot better than I expected. I answered, when is your next day off? I will expect to see you then, and do more with and to you then. Her answer was, Be here Thursday no earlier than 6pm, and I will be ready for you. I got dressed, leaned over and kissed her, and said I will be here at 6:30 on Thursday, be nude and ready for me. I stopped at the bar on the way home, for another beer. My friendly bartender, ask how I made out, and I told him that I scored a TD. She was hotter than a $2 pistol. She did not have the look of a hooker, he said. Nope, new in town and was trying to get to know some people. I answered. Monday, break time at work, the guys were talking about what they did over the weekend. The boss (Sam) said that he went out of town golfing, and left his wife at home. Some of the single guys were talking about the broads that they had picked up, and they ask me what I had done. I said, I had a quick birthday party on Friday evening, and spent the rest of the weekend just loafing around. John, said, Davy, with all the broads running around this town, and you were alone? What are you, Queer? I said, John, read it anyway you want to, and no I am not Queer, are you? That got a big laugh from everyone. Thursday evening at 6:30 I arrived at Corrie's apartment. I knocked on the door, and heard someone say come in, which I ignored, and knocked again, with the same result. The fourth time I knocked, Corrie came to the door in a robe, and said, Didn't you hear me say come in? I told her that I expected her to come to the door dressed as I had instructed, last week. She answered I am suppose to answer the door nude? Yes, when you are expecting me I answered. Boy, you really do take charge, I like that, now come in and fuck my brains out. After a repeat of the previous Friday night, we laid on the bed talking, and I ask her just how kinky do you like to get? She answered, If you can think of it, I will do, or at least try to do it. I said, I will try to come up with something different each week, as long as we continue to see each other. Corrie answered, I have no intention of seeing anyone else, as long as we get along together. Our meeting the following week was on Monday. Being an electronic enthusiast, I had modified small diameter TV probe, on a 10 foot cord, similar to the ones on the police shows, that they slide under a door to see into a room. It was attached to a monitor, and recording device, all powered by batteries in the monitor. I showed it to Corrie, and she ask what we were going to use it for? I said, It will attach to the head of my cock, and the light in the end, will allow us to see what my cock sees inside of your pussy. Once I am fully inside you, if I am not at your cervix, I can slide it forward, so that we can see just what it looks like. What do you think of that? She said, Really kinky, lets try it and see. I turned the monitor on, and told Corrie, Just watch the monitor, and you will see just what my cock would see if it were an eye. On my knees, on the foot of the bed and between her widely spread legs, I attached the probe to the underside of my cock, using the foreskin to hold it in place. While it would take some pressure to make it release, I had designed the attachment so that it would easily release as it was pushed forward. Going in, the backward pressure would hold it in place. On the monitor Corrie was watching as the probe picked up part of the bed, and then as I was attaching it, she saw her legs spread, and her vagina in front of the camera. As I approached her pussy, the picture became just of her slit. Then I took one hand and spread her pussy lips, and she got her first look at what she looked like. As my cock entered her hole, the screen got black and once my cock head was inside of her, the light allowed her to see the membranes of her pussy. Just forward of the cock head, could be seen, and as my cock and probe pushed further into her, she could see the walls opening up to take my cock. When my cock was balls deep into her, she said that there appeared to be room for some more inside of her, so I took the probe, and slowly pushed it forward. I had her turn the monitor so that I could see it. Now, with out my cock there, the walls opened just enough for the probe to keep advancing. About two inches more into her, I could see the small opening through her cervix, and kept pushing it forward, until it was at that opening. I said, We are at your cervix, now, and I am going to try to push it through, into your womb. It took a little twisting and turning and pushing, but the probe finally started thought the cervix, into her womb. Once inside her womb, I pushed a button, on the monitor, and the light tripled in intensity. Seeing nothing on the monitor, I kept pushing into her, until I saw two smaller openings on opposite sides of the top of her womb. Corrie, had not said anything for a while, so I ask her, How does it feel with the probe inside your womb? Her answer was, I feel a little discomfort, but I really do not feel the probe since it went past my cervix. I do feel the cable as it goes through the cervix, but it does not hurt. I twist and turn the probe to get a very good look at her cervix, knowing I can see it all later, I give the monitor back to her and tell her, Tell me what you want me to do with the probe now? Her answer was, Pull it back to just in front of your cock, and then fuck me, then we can see the cum as it squirts into me. I pulled the probe back to just outside of the cervix. Then I started stroking slow and deeply into her, with the length of the probe rubbing on the bottom of my cock. At first it was chafing a little, but then her pussy started releasing its juice, and the chafing was released. Just as I was about to cum, I stuck a finger into her ass hole. She squealed and we both came at the same time. Once I had slipped out of her, I pushed the probe back inside of her womb to see what the effect of cumming in her did to her womb. We saw a few goblets of cum moving around (probably looking for the microscopic egg). I told her next time, we would do the same thing, but with her giving me a blow job, and maybe even get to see the cum in her stomach. We had went very slowly with the video probe, that we did not have much time for anything else. I had her use her tongue to clean up my cock, then told her that she was to stand in the window with her legs wide apart until I was out of sight. As I opened the door to leave, Corrie said, Next week it will have to be on Thursday. Ok, I replied. On Tuesday, my boss ask me to come to dinner at his house, on Friday. It took me a minute to realize that this would be a week before I was to meet Corrie again, so I accepted, asking if there was anything I should bring. He said, No, my wife is a very good cook, and enjoys cooking for people. That is why at least every two weeks, I invite one of the workers and family, to dinner. In your case, since you are single, it will be just the three of us, unless you have someone special you would like to bring. No, no one special, I will be by myself. Friday, I arrived at Sam's house at the appointed time. Sam answered the door and invited me in. In the living room, he ask what I wanted to drink, and I answered Beer will be fine. He said, I have to go pick up a few things that Corrie forgot to get at the market, so you go into the kitchen and introduce your self, and the beer is in the fridge. I will be back in half an hour. As he left, I said to myself, It cannot be my Corrie, but it is not that common a name. I thought for a couple of minutes, and decided to get the beer. I went to the kitchen, and there she was. No mistakes, it was my Corrie, who doesn't know anyone in town and works strange hours. She did not notice me come in, so I said, Hello, Corrie, how is dinner coming? as I moved to the fridge to get myself a beer. At the sound of my voice, Corrie stopped, and dropped the knife she was chopping veggies with. She turned toward the sound of my voice, and turned beet red. Bruce, what are you doing here? she ask. Your husband invited me to dinner, I answered, at least I must assume that Sam is your husband, and he is my boss. Please do not give me away, pretend that we have just met. I will explain everything at our next meeting. Please, I beg of you, she said, as she started crying. Corrie, I said, I will not give you away, but your explanation next week had better be really good. Oh, thank you, and you will not regret it, I promise. By the time that Sam got back, Corrie, was over crying, and was looking fabulous. Sam came in and said, I see that the two of you seem to be getting along very well. What do you think of my wife, Bruce, he ask? I replied, You have a very beautiful wife, Sam, I appreciate being ask over, to meet her. You must be very jealous of her. I need to find someone of her stature to be with. My lord, and Bruce, dinner is ready to be served, please be seated, Corrie said. Where do you want me to sit, I ask? Sam said, Sit next to Corrie, she seems to like you better than any of the other employees that have been here. I thought to myself, Sam you do not know what you are asking of me, I have had a hard time not putting my hands on her already. Corrie proved to be an excellent cook, the meal was delicious. Sam and I talked about things at the plant. While I had not realized it, I found that Sam was also the owner of the company. After eating, while Corrie was cleaning up the dining room, Sam and I retired to the living room, and Sam ask me, How come you haven't found yourself a nice girl to date? I replied, I keep looking, but I have not found one who is attracted to me. Same problem I had in High School. I talk to them with no problem, but when it comes time to ask them out, almost all say NO, and those that don't, arent anything I am interested in for more than a one night stand. What about Corrie, Sam ask? I replied, If I could find someone like her, I would be in heaven, but sadly she is taken, by my boss. Putting aside that I am your boss, and she is my wife, if she were to ask you to go to the bedroom with her, what would you do, he ask? That's a no brain-er, I replied, of course I would. And if she ask me to come with the two of you? Sam, are you asking me if I would like a threesome with you and Corrie, I ask? Corrie stuck her head into the room and said, Will you two just quit talking and come to the bedroom and fuck the shit out of me? She then started undressing as she went up the stairs. Sam said, I think she just answered your question, lets get going. By the time we got to the bedroom, Corrie was nude and laying in the center of the bed, with her legs spread wide open. As we undressed, she said, Bruce, your choice, if you want my pussy, with me on top, then Sam get my ass hole. If you want me doggy style, then Sam gets a blow job. After that it is up to the two of you as to what you do to me. I looked at Sam, and he said, It's your choice. I looked at Corrie, and said, Get up so I can lay down, and shove your pussy over my cock and to the bottom in one stroke. As we got into position, I grabbed her nipples and started squeezing them. Once she had me totally inside of her, I used her nipples to pull her down on top of me, so that Sam could enter her rectum. Sam wasted no time getting behind her and was inside her ass in about 3 strokes. When Sam would pull out until just the head of his cock was inside of her, which at the same time pulled her off of my cock a short ways. When he slammed back into her, it drove her back so the base of my cock was at her pussy entrance. I kept pulling her nipples toward my head, and it forced her head near mine. She then put a lip lock on me and started using a lot of tongue. With her impaled on two cocks, a tongue and me pulling on her nipples, it did not take very long before she had an orgasm. She had three more before Sam came in her ass, and a very hard one as I came in her pussy. We all three just collapsed on top of each other and laid there until Sam and I both had come out of her. Once we did, the cum started running out of her pussy and ass. We laid there for a few minutes, and Sam said, Bruce, I want you to fuck her face, and make sure that your cock is all the way to the base, inside of her, I will be eating her pussy while you do that. I put her head over the edge of the bed so I could get a better angle into her mouth. Sam was on the other side of the bed with his head buried between her legs. I put my cock to her lips, and she opened her mouth. I slowly slid my cock in until it hit the back of her mouth, then I lifted her head a little to line up her throat with my cock. Then I jammed it into her and down her throat. I kept it there for few seconds, then pulled out just enough for her to get some air again in her lungs, and then rammed it back into her throat again. I would keep it in just long enough that she would start choking for air and then pull it back out and let her take another breath. All the time, she would be using her tongue as best as she could to lick my cock. The slow rhythm to my strokes kept me from cumming to soon. With Sam doing a good job of eating her pussy, in no time she was having another great orgasm. That also caused her throat muscles to contract and started getting me ready to cum. I was able to hold my cumming until her orgasm was almost over, and then I rammed back into her and let fly with a big load of cum. I held my cock there until every last drop of cum was out, and then pulled out of her mouth. I had been inside blocking her breathing just long enough that she passed out about the same time I pulled out of her mouth. Once we made sure that Carrie was ok, Sam said, I would like to see that video you took inside of Corrie while you fucked her last time. I said, How do you know about that? He said, I have had that apartment wired for a long time, just do not tell her. Lets go down stairs and talk. She will probably be out for a few minutes, and my even go to sleep before she comes down. We left our clothing there, and went to the living room. Sam then said, This is what is happening, and may explain a lot for you. A few months ago, Corrie caught me with another woman. I got out of it by saying I was auditioning women so we could have a threesome. She still did not like it, but let it go. Several weeks ago, she told me that she was going to audition some men for a threesome. After using my excuse, I could not really say no, so I did not say anything. Sense I knew about the apartment, she owns the building, and rents out the bottom floor. Then when she gets mad at me she will go there, so I bugged the place, to see what she did. The first couple of weeks, she did not find anyone that she liked, so she would go back there, and stay until very late, and come in with her clothing slightly mussed up, to make it look like she had been with someone. Then a few weeks ago, she came home and was a real mess, her make up was smeared and it was obvious that she had dressed in a hurry. That was the night she ran into you. I said, That night I noticed that her ring finger was lighter, like a wedding ring had been removed, it should have warned me. She quit wearing the ring after she caught me, but would put it back on if we had visitors, or we went out together. I was impressed with the way that she handled herself, and the way that you were being cautious. When you ask her how kinky she liked it, she said something to the effect that anything you could come up with would be ok by her. Then this week hearing the tapes, I knew I had to see that video you made. I like you, and you do a great job at the plant, I think that we can have a great relationship in the future. He then whispered, I hear her moving around, so this conversation did not happen, she will be here shortly. A couple of minutes later, Corrie came downstairs, still nude, and ask, What happened, and why are you two down here? Sam looked at me and ask, Do you want to tell her? I said, Corrie, when I came in your throat, it blocked you air just long enough for you to faint, just as I was pulling out. We check to make sure that you were ok, and then came down here to let you rest up for a while. Oh, she said, I knew that it was strange that no one was there when I opened my eyes. I did not realize I had been out. I looked at the clock and said, I should get dressed and go home, as it is quite late. I started for the stairs, and Corrie took hold of my arm, and went up with me. As I was getting dressed, she said, Friday night is still on, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. She then gave me a real passionate kiss. Then took my arm as we descended the stairs. At the front door, Sam, turned to me and said, Go ahead and give Corrie, a goodby kiss, and remember next Friday's meeting will be here, and do not forget to bring the tape. At that statement, Corrie, broke our kiss and looked at Sam with a puzzled look on her face, and said, What meeting and what tape? Sam laughed and said, The meeting that you and Bruce have planned for Friday, and the tape of your insides as he was fucking you. Corrie got red in the face, knowing that he knew to much to be guessing. She started to deny everything, but Sam said, Corrie, I have everything on tape that happened in your apartment, and yes I have know about the apartment for a long time. Every thing is going to be all right. Just give it a few days, and you will see. She looked at me as if to say, what did you tell him, and I just shook my head no, and left. Monday, just before lunch, I got a note to meet Sam in his office as soon as possible. I tided up my desk, and put all my personal effects in a box. This is ax time. I will be unemployed in a few minutes. I slowly made my way to his office. His secretary had left for lunch, so I knocked on his door. Bruce, come in, said Sam. Entering his office, I saw Sam sitting at his desk, with a big smile on his face. He gestured toward a chair right in front of the desk, and said, Why the long face? I know you think I called you here to fire you, cheer up that's not going to happen. For some reason that did not relieve my anguish. I sat as he requested. Bruce, he said, you have worked with everyone in the office, and as far as I can see, you did a good job. If I were to replace any one of them with you, could you keep that job going? I answered, Probably not as well as they would, but yes, I could do the job. One job I could not do, is the Shop Foreman's. Is one of them leaving? No, but I might be shortly, and don't worry about the Shop, that is a different kettle of fish, and he reports directly to me. I gave him a strange look, and he said, For quite a while now, I have been bored with this job. I am thinking about making someone a GM, and running the place for me. I feel that that person should be you. What are you going to do, I ask? I am thinking of starting a new business. Not one that will conflict with this one, but I have yet to select what it will be. Why isn't one of the other who have been here longer, getting the chance to move up, instead of me, I ask? Each of them, are good at their own job, but could not work in any of the other ones. The GM, need to know how to run each of the areas, which none of them can do. Please keep this under your hat, and you, I and Corrie, will discuss it on Friday. Now go and enjoy your lunch. The rest of the week, I was on pins and needles. Surely something would change before Friday, but nothing else was said. Friday evening, I was so nervous that I had to back to the house to get the probe, and recording. I was almost late getting to Sam's house. Sam had been watching for me, as he opened the door just as I stepped onto the porch. The first thing he ask was, Did you bring the probe, and the recording? Yes, I replied, and handed them to him. Corrie has supper almost ready, so lets go directly to the dining room, He said. While Corrie was finishing putting things on the table, Sam watched part of the video, and was muttering to himself, this is amazing. When Corrie had everything ready, she walked up to me and gave me a big kiss, and sat beside me. Sam put the video down and we started to eat. Sam then said, While I am talking, you two keep your questions to you selves, and after I finish, ask them. First; Starting on Tuesday, Bruce, you will become GM of the company. Second: On Wednesday, I will be leaving to check on another small company I think I want to take over. Three: since this house is owned by the company, The first of the month, Bruce, you will move in. Once I have established myself in this other business, I will First: File for divorce, with a nice settlement given to Corrie. Second: The day the divorce is final, I will sign the paper work making Bruce the sole owner of this company. Third: shortly there after, I will give Corrie's hand to you in marriage. How does that sound to the two of you? I said, I don't think that I heard you correctly. You heard correctly, said Sam. Corrie said, Why the divorce, and why are you giving me to Bruce? Sam said, I am 10 years older than you, and our marriage was a mistake. You need someone near your own age, and Bruce and you are in love. I can tell, and I approve. You both deserve the best and each of you are getting the best there is. I said, Sam, I appreciate all of this, but why me? I am a nobody, who just happened to find a job with you, and then accidentally fell in love with your wife. Sam replied, You work hard and you learn fast, that alone is enough. But when you fell in love with Corrie, that cemented my decision to let the company go, as I knew that she would be well taken care of. After we had eaten, we were watching something on TV, and Corrie had her head in my lap, half asleep. Sam said, I think it is about time for you two to try the other experiment with this contraption, and you need to show me how it is used, as well. I said, Sam, I will need to remove my pants and undershorts, I hope it will not offend you. Do what you need to do, said Sam. I removed them, and told Corrie to give me a hand job to get me a little hard. Once I started to stiffen up, I showed Sam how to clip the probe to the underside of my cock. Then turned the monitor on. I told Corrie, to slowly bring her lips up to the end of my cock, and Sam watched on the monitor. Wow, he said, that shows up her mouth and teeth very well. She stuck my cock into her mouth, and started sucking and tonguing me, and I got hard almost immediately. She slowly stuck my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Sam was glued to the monitor. As I reached the back of her mouth, she got up on her knees, so that she was more lined up with my cock, and I said to her, get ready I am going into your throat. She nodded that she was ready, and I shove my cock in as far as I could. I could feel her gagging a little, and I started feeding the probe slowly into her throat. After it was in about 2 inches, I pulled out of her just enough that she could breathe, and kept feeding the probe down her pipe into her stomach. I told Sam to let me know when it just reached the opening to her stomach, and held the probe there. Then I told Carrie, to make me cum. It seemed like it was taking a very long time for me to cum, so I took one of her hands and put it on my scrotum. She started to fingering my balls and playing with them. Now I could feel the cum starting to get ready for it's trip. Not where it was suppose to be, but toward Corrie's stomach. Corrie could feel it surge trying to start, so she pulled my cock back into her throat. Just as I started to cum in her, she passed out from lack of oxygen. Then my cum was draining down her tube toward her stomach. The monitor showed the stringy white slime going into her stomach, and I pulled out of her mouth so she could breathe again. She was out for about 5 minutes, long enough that I got the probe out of her before she awoke. Sam was amazed at what he saw, and it was recorded. He ask me if it could be made and sold at a reasonable cost. I told him that I had about fifty dollars in it, but that parts bought in bulk would lower the cost to maybe forty-five dollars. Sam said, I can think of a lot of uses for this, not counting the porno ones like you did. Sam also said; Corrie, if you do not object, we could use these two video's as advertisements, for these in porno shops. Why would you need my approval, Corrie ask? Because in each case, your face is very visible. We could remake them and make sure that your face is not seen, but that would be your choice. Corrie looked at me and said, What do you think? I said, I have no problem with it either way. You are a beautiful woman and when you become my wife, then I might have a word or two, but until then, it is between you and Sam. Sam said, As far as I am concerned, from this moment on, the two of you are man and wife. It is just a formality for me to get the divorce, and for you two to get married, so your opinion is needed, not mine. I said, Then, Corrie, I don't care if the whole world knows that it is you. With the right promotion we might get to go to the porno convention in Las Vegas in a year or two. Corrie looked at Sam and said, Use them as they are, and if we need more, maybe it could be adapted to see what my ass looks like as well. Monday, Sam made the announcement to the office and plant that I was the GM, pending becoming the sole owner of the company. The first of the month, mom and dad were helping me move my things from their home to my new one. On the first trip, I introduced Corrie, as the housekeeper. On the way back for another load mom said; and I suppose that you are NOT sleeping with her? I answered, Mom, I would not insult your intelligence by saying that. Of course, I will be sleeping with her, and when her divorce is final, she will become your daughter in law. That is how I was given a company, and a wife all at once. Corrie and I now have 3 children, and have been to the Las Vegas porno convention twice now. Sam sends us a check now and then for royalties on the probe assembly. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. [email protected]

Our Introduction to Swinging part II By JSR I have been ask to add to my original story, so this is that addition. If you have not read the original, I suggest you do so before reading this one. When we last left Jan and Ted, they had just completed their initiation in to the Anonymous Swingers Club. Their next door neighbors, Chris and David, had invited them to join. Shortly after the initiation, both Chris and Jan were pregnant. While Chris was probably knocked up by Ted, before the initiation of he and Jan, Jan could have been knocked up at the initiation, or by David, before hand. These are guesses, and only time will tell. Jan will continue to tell the story from here on. The day after mine and Ted's initiation, we were both very sore. I slept until about 11AM, and Ted said that he got up at about 10AM. We were both so worn out, that when David and Chris dropped us of at home, we both disrobed and went straight to bed. Ted had gotten his shower and cleaned up while I was still sleeping. He heard me starting to wake up, and brought me a cup of hot coffee. After my coffee, I took my shower. In the shower, I took the hand held shower head, and used it to force warm water up inside my pussy, to clean out the last traces of cum, that had not yet made the journey out of my womb and pussy. The sheet under where I had slept, was soaked with cum, that had drained out of my pussy. Afterward, I stood and let the water just flow over my head and tits, and on down to my ass and pussy. It was very relaxing, and took some of the soreness out of my body. My back, legs, ass and pussy felt like they had been through a meat grinder. I did not even stop to towel off, I just went to the kitchen dripping wet. I needed more coffee and some food inside of me. I looked at Ted, and he had a hard on. I said, my are you the randy one this morning. He answered, no that is the Viagra. I woke up with a hard on and it has not went down yet. Maybe we should take you to the emergency room, I said. Ted looked up and said no I would be too embarrassed to tell anyone that I had taken the Viagra, especially since I would not have done so if I hadn't wanted to empress all the women last night. That, you surely did, I replied. After we ate, we were going to walk over to Chris and David's. We made it as far as the lounge chairs by the pool, then we both were so tired we had to sit down. A few minutes later David stuck his head out a window and yelled for us to come in. Ted yelled back that we had exhausted ourselves getting this far, and that they should come out. They came out, and we started talking about the night before. David told us that he was concentrating on watching Ted, and almost lost his first turn with me. Chris, said that if I had taken another 5 guys, she would have been next for Ted. She was a little disappointed that she did not get to fuck Ted. It was her first time as a participant in an initiation. She said that the women, were short changed, as it takes to much time for a man to recover, and very few women get to work on the new man. Chris looked at me and said; Jan I do not know how you did it, I barely made it through the list one time, and you had two full runs, plus a few more. I looked at Chris and said, I was surprised when I heard how many I had taken. I know I am not going to try to pull a train again any time soon, I can hardly walk, and pore Ted still has his hard on from last night. Chris looked at Teds cock and said I think it is going down, but very slowly. She reached over to touch it, and Ted grabbed her hand and said no, no, its to sore. David reached over to play with my nipples, and I told him, normally I would let you do anything to me, but I like Ted am to sore all over to let you do it. I will not even let Ted touch me today. Give me a couple of days. Both Chris and David, smiled and said, we know, we have just been teasing you two. It hasn't been that long since we went through the same initiation. Chris then said one thing I found that helped, was to get in the pool and let the water work magic on you. It seemed to take away the soreness. With that I hobbled over to the pool and slowly went down the ladder in the shallow end. I sat on a ledge in the pool, which kept the water up to my neck. Everyone moved their chairs over close to me, so we could continue our talking. About 10 days later, Ted and David were at work, Chris, was out shopping, and I was cleaning house, when the doorbell rang. It was the Sheriff, in uniform. He ask if he could come in, and of course I let him. Once inside, he ask if there was someplace we could talk without any interruptions? Interruptions? I ask. He said no phone, no TV, and if Chris comes over she cannot interrupt us. I said yes we have room in the basement where we sometimes go. There is a TV, but no phone. Will that TV play a DVD; he ask? Yes, I answered. Good, lets go there and lock the door after we get in. Now I was getting a little nervous, but I led him down to the room, and locked the door after we entered. I turned on all the lights, and he said, I see that you are getting a little excited. Do not fear, I am not going to hurt you or do anything that you do not want me to. I have some questions to ask, and a couple of videos to show you. I sat on the couch, and he sat on a chair facing me. He was looking me over, as I was nude, as always in the house. He said, first as you know at your initiation, I did not get to sample you, I had to host the show. Are you open to me sampling you now? Sheriff, I said. He interrupted me and said my friends call me Mike. Mike I continued, normally I would have no objections, but I am still sore from the initiation, and I won't even let Ted fuck me yet. No problem Mike said, I just thought I would ask. I will try to get the board to set up the next meeting where I will have that opportunity. I appreciate your understanding, Mike, and that eased my mind considerably. Mike said; you were afraid that I would force you to submit, weren't you? Yes I answered. That would be counter productive. My mission is to increase membership, and that would have cost us a couple of members or more. He handed me a DVD and ask me to play it. It turned out to be a film of Ted's initiation. The mike must have been very close to him as I could hear him whispering to the girls, and the women. Once the film was over, I as Mike why he was choosing to show it to me? He said first, it is for you and Ted, do with it what you want. Second I need to ask you some questions about it, and your, and Ted's attitude. All right I said, have at it. The club is trying to increase membership. We would like to use this film as a way of showing perspective members what the man's initiation is like. Do you see any problems with that? No I said, it is my guess that if you show it to someone, you are pretty sure that they will join, or you would not show it to them, as it would disclose to them some of the members, especially Ted and I, because you can be heard saying our names. Mike then ask; what about a case where someone who did not like one or both of you were being considered, would it bother you that they would have ammunition to use against you? First, I said, we do not have any enemies that I know of, and second if there were, they would have to disclose their own involvement, in order to use it against us. Mike then said, what about the case of maybe Ted's boss. If he seen this, would he be able to use it against you without disclosing what he knew? I suppose that is possible, but if so my brother would be kicked out of our family, he is Ted's boss. Besides my brother has wanted to fuck me since were were 12.The worst that he would do is to fuck me, then his wife would divorce him. Mike said you fucked all those men and would deny your brother that same chance? No I said, if he were a member, I would fuck him like any other member, but he has always tried to get me to fuck him in front of our parents and his wife, and I will not do that to our parents, or his wife. Besides if they were members, Ted would get to fuck his wife, and he would do it in a heart beat, but not unless my brother knew he was doing it. I take it then that your brother would not approve of Ted fucking his wife? Thats right he gets upset if he thinks Ted is looking at he a little to long. She is a lovely woman, and Ted would do her in an instant, if my brother would loosen up. Mike said all right, now lets look at the other video. Keep in mind that if we use Ted's video, we will also use this one. This video, was of me, and my initiation. Again everything that I said was audible. I heard myself gasping, and screaming as I was cumming. The joy on my face made it look like I was having a great time, which I did. Now and then the camera would pan down and you could see the cum coming out of me as a cock was withdrawn, and some would squirt out of me as a dick was inserted into my pussy. The last scene, was where I passed out, to end the initiation. Wow I said, that was fabulous. I knew that I enjoyed it, but that shows it so good. Ted will love to see this one. What about perspective women, Mike ask? If they love sex, with more than just their husbands, they will love it. It shows just how much joy I had. Mike then ask, how would you feel if it were shown to perspective members? If that does not convince a woman to join, I do not think anything would. The only people I would have a problem with seeing that is my parents, and that is just because we do not think of our parents in that way. However, I suspect that in the not to far future, it will be shown to most of my family. Yes you have permission to use both films. I hope that they will convince some people who are on the fence to join. Mike said now I have one unrelated piece of business to talk to you about. This is really a personal matter, but if you and Ted agree, it would help me tremendously. We will help you all we can I said. Waite until you have heard what I have to say, before you commit yourself. Do you remember last year when the man and woman were killed by a drunk driver over in the next county? It was in all the papers for a bout a month. I seem to recall something about it, but I did not pay much attention to it. That was my brother and his wife. I have custody of their daughter, will be 16 shortly. Sorry to hear that Mike, I said. Thank you, but when you hear what I have to say you may wish I had never told you about it. Mike continued; when the will was read, it was a joint will signed by both my brother and his wife. It was read in the judge's chambers, because it was so unusual. My niece was not allowed to be there, by statements that were in the will. After reading the will, which gave me custody of Judy, all of the property of my brother and his wife were to be sold, and the money used for her care. However there was a part of the will that makes it impossible for my wife and I to continue raising her. In the will, her mother certifies that she was not my brothers child, although he did not know it until the will was written. The will specifically states that after she turns 16, she is never to be allowed to wear clothing. In a private letter to me in a sealed envelope by the judge, I received the following instructions from my brother. It says that she is to be pregnant, be fore her 17 birthday. After her first child is born, she is to be immediately impregnated again, and kept pregnant. In other words she is to be a fuck slave. With the setup that you and Ted have here, and with Dave and Chris as next door friends, I feel that you can make my brothers wishes come true. You can put her up for membership in the club, and the next new man can take her cherry, or Ted or Dave could do it first, and then she could have the same pleasure that you had. You are kidding, are you not; I said? No I am not, but let me go to the car, and I will bring in some documentation for you to read, Mike said. Mike went to his car, and when he came back in a few minutes later, Ted was with him. He told Ted that we were having a conversation in the basement, and that he should join us as soon as he had taken his clothing off. When Ted joined us, Mike quickly told him the story about Judy. Then he opened an envelope and handed me the contents. Neatly arranged was the teller that Mike's brother, wrote to him, a letter that Mike wrote to the judge, and the answer that the judge wrote back to Mike. What the judge told Mike was that since he was the sheriff, he could not carry out this assignment. He went on to say that if Mike could find a family who would follow his brothers instructions, that he (the judge) would create a sealed order stating the family had been given by judicial order, the right to follow the mothers and step fathers wishes concerning their daughter. I looked at Ted as I handed the paper work to him. I said this would give you and Dave this 16 year old to keep pregnant, and all of her medical bills would be payed for by the estate. Ted read everything, and ask Mike, is this for real? Mike then pulled out another packet of papers. Everything was spelled out, all it needed was the couples names, and signatures. I ask Mike it says she is never to wear clothing, how do we get her to doctor appointments, and other things that are necessary to be out in public. His answer was call me and I will put her in the cruiser and take her. No one will challenge me. And if you wish, you can drive her. No one can arrest you in this town for nudity. There are no laws on the books about nudity, or any other blue laws. Mike, said Jan, if you want, it is legal for you to go anywhere in town nude. While it is not done, by most, it is not illegal, and no piece officer will say anything, except maybe whistle his approval. Dam, I said I wish I had known that a long time ago. Ted said who would witness our signatures? Why not get David and Chris over here. Since I assume he is going to be getting some pleasure from her also. I went up stairs and called Chris. I told her to bring David and come down to the basement lounge, as soon as possible. While we were waiting for Chris and David, I ask Mike if there was any likelihood that she would try to run away. He said I do not think so, but it might be safer to lock her in a room where she cannot go out a window. In a day or so, she will come around. Also I will come here every day for a few weeks until she completely understands that this is her home now. As to school, her mom home schooled her and she already has a high school diploma. When David and Chris arrived, we outlined what was going on, and ask if they would witness our signatures. Once that was done, Mike said I will turn this into the judge in the morning, and I will bring Judy over as soon as he says that the sealed court order is ready. It might take a day or two, so this will give you time to make some plans. Before he left, I told him to clear it with the board, that we will want to have her a member as soon as possible. He said should I tell them she is a virgin, or is she to have the full treatment. I said the full treatment. I will guarantee that by the time she is to be initiated, she will no longer be a virgin. David and Chris were looking at us like we were crazy. I said to them just think a 17 year old for you to fuck when ever you want, and with the intentions of getting her pregnant, and no responsibility on your part. Then Chris and I can use her for a maid, dishwasher, baby sitter or a plaything, and it is all legal. Three days later, about 11am, Mike came to the door, with Judy. Judy was standing there nude, trying to cover her pussy and ass, with her hands, and her tits were bouncing around. They were nicely shaped and I guessed that they were about a D cup. I opened the door and Mike told Judy to go in, she did and Mike followed her in. I let them to the living room. All the windows were open and the drapes pulled back. It gave us a nice view of the yard and street in front of the house. Once we were sitting in the living room, Mike told Judy, this is Jan., and this is to be your new home. By why Uncle Mike she ask? Because Aunt May and I cannot take care of you anymore. Aunt May is dying, and I need to take care of her. Jan and her husband Ted, are good friends, and will take care of you. You saw the judge this morning, and he told you that he had approved it. Then why did you not let me get dressed, and bring clothing with me? Mike told her this was your fathers wish, that you were to become a nudist, and a nudist has no use for clothing, so bringing clothing would have accomplished nothing. When you are nude a while, you will wonder why clothing was ever necessary, look at Jan, she is as nude as the day she was born, and it does not bother her. I moved over near her on the couch, and placed a hand on hers. I said quietly, you and I will become great friends, and I know that when you get to know Ted, you will love him, as I do. Your Uncle Mike will come around now and then to check up on you. I know he loves you very much and hates to let you go, but his wife must come first. About this time Chris came in, and I said Judy this is Chris she lives next door, and she also is a nudist. She is one of my very best friends, and I hope that you will become her friend also. Mike spoke up and said, I have to be leaving now I have work to do. Judy make me proud of you. See you later girls, and then he left. I took Judy up and showed her, her room, right next to the upstairs bathroom. I told her to make herself comfortable, and came back down and join Chris and I when she was ready. Chris and I were in the kitchen drinking coffee, when she came back down stairs. She seemed more comfortable than before. I ask if she wanted coffee? She said I would rather have a coke. I am sorry I said the only thing we have now is coffee, tea and orange juice, we will have to get some coke when we go to the store. I guess I will have coffee then she said. I said the cups are in the cupboard over the sink, if you need milk or sugar, they are in the cupboard to the left. She got her coffee and sat on one of the bar stools. I could tell that she was about to make Ted very happy. We talked small talk for a while and then Chris ask Judy if she was still a virgin? Judy's face got red, and she said in a weak voice, yes. Chris looked at her and said, sweetie, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I then looked Judy in the eyes and said if it bothers you that much, I would be willing to bet that Ted would be willing to take care of that problem for you. Judy then said, you would let your husband fuck me? Chris said, why wouldn't she, she lets him fuck me, and my husband fucks her. Wow, are you people for real; she ask? I said Judy, not only are we nudists we are swingers, do you know what that means? I think it means that you fuck other men, and your husbands, fuck other women at the same time. Right on, Judy I said. When do you do it, and where, Judy ask? Chris said sometimes here and sometimes in our home, and sometimes in the yard by the pool. I said Chris don't forget also in the pool. Yea, said Chris, David really loved it that time he took you in the pool with me and Ted watching. It was totally different than anything I had done before, I said, and I enjoyed it. It made Ted so jealous that he fucked you. Judy said I think you are making this up. I said, Judy by this time tomorrow, you will know that we are telling the truth. Any woman worth her salt, loves to fuck, it is the most enjoyable thing that I have ever done. I will tell you what, Judy, when Ted comes home I will tell him that you want him to take your cherry. Then we will see if I am joking. She said if he does, I will live with you forever. I waited a few minutes, and then told them that I had a phone call to make, and looked at Chris and nodded toward Judy. She then started another conversation with Judy, while I called Ted. When he answered, I said our new ward is ready, are you? When he ask? When you get home, I am going to tell you the cherries need to be picked. That is your sign to pick that one, after supper. All right he said. I hope the tree is not to hard to climb. I said no ladder needed, and hung up. Chris looked at me when I returned to the kitchen. I nodded yes, and then she said that she had to go home to start supper, and left. Judy said, was all that talk just for me, or do you really fuck her husband? I said it is for real. Would you like to help me make supper, or would you like to explore the house, since it is your first day here? She said I would like to explore the house if you don't mind. I said just do not go outside. Why she ask, there are things you need to know about the neighborhood before you get to rambunctious. And I want you in here when Ted gets home. That should be in a few minutes. She said, I guess I might as well help you then. I told her to set the table for the three of us and indicated where she would find the table settings. I told her to set 3 wine glasses, she looked at me and said are you going to let me drink wine? Just a little I answered. I wanted her to be a little tipsy before she had her cherry taken. While she was setting the table, she said I know why I am here, I said oh, she said yes Uncle Mike told me that when Aunt May dies, he will come and get me and take me home. Thats nice I said. I heard Ted coming in, so I went to greet him. I whispered in his ear that the cherry was ready and willing. I also let him know about letting her have some wine to get her a little tipsy before he started. He smiled and said good plan. He removed his clothing, and we started toward the dining room. Judy came to meet us. She stuck out her hand, and said I am Judy and you must be Ted. Ted ignored her hand, and pulled her to him and hugged her, getting a nice feel of her tits against his chest, and his dick immediately became hard and pushed between her legs. Her face got red, and she started stammering. Ted turned her around and started her walking toward the dining room, and playfully slapped her ass. Talking at supper, Ted ask Judy, why she turned red when he had hugged her. She said it is the first time a man hugged me while we were both naked. Are you uncomfortable being naked he ask? No she said, but it is the first time I have been naked in the presents of a man, I guess I will have to get use to it. Yes, you will, I said, and also nude women, as well. One thing you will learn, is that all of our men friends are going to lust after you. Why she ask? Ted said, look at yourself, you have large well shaped tits, your face is beautiful, you have long shapely legs, and your pussy looks absolutely eatable. Any man can not resist looking at someone who looks like you do. During supper, I kept filling Judy's wine glass, and she kept drinking it. By the time the meal was over, she was quite tipsy. Ted told her come with me, Jan will join us when she has finished cleaning up. He then took her hand and lead her out the back door, and over to David and Chris's pool. He put her on one of the lounge chairs, and let the back down. He sat beside her for a minute and said; Judy, I think it is time for us to get really acquainted with each others bodies. In her near drunken state, she said I am ready for what ever you and Jan want to do. He stood up and told her to spread her legs as far as she could. Judy, did so, and said, why do you want me to do this? Ted knelt down between her legs and said, because I am going to take your cherry. I do not have any cherries she said drunkenly. At just about that time Ted put his dick up to her pussy and said open wide. Without thinking, she opened her mouth like she was expecting something to eat or drink. He moved his cock head to the right position, and then laid down on her. She giggled, and said, you just smashed my tits, and giggled again. Just at that time, Ted pushed his cock into her, and hit her hymen. He readjusted himself and then drove his cock into her maidenhead. He stopped his thrust, just as the tip of his cock touched her cervix. She yelled when she felt her hymen break, and was suddenly sober again. Now she felt his cock inside of her. She realized what he had done. He quickly covered her mouth with his and started french kissing her. She was trying to say something, but he was not going to let her, until she calmed down. He started slowly pulling out of her, until just his cock head was still inside, then stated back in. She calmed down, and he let her speak. She said, why are you fucking me? I was a virgin. He said because you are a beautiful young woman, and I wanted you. What about Jan she ask? She knew I brought you out here to fuck you, and when I am finished David is going to fuck you also. But what if I get pregnant? The idea of fucking, is to get the female pregnant, as well as having a good time for both of us. Don't I have anything to say about it? No, from now on you will fuck me, David, or anyone that Jan and I tell you to. All this time he was continuing to thrust in and out of her. Her body was responding to his and she was fucking him back, but was not aware that she was. David came out of the house, and sat on a near by chair, and watched Judy's first fuck. His cock was very hard as he watched the beautiful girl being pounded by Ted. He was about to jack off, when Ted saw him. Ted said David don't do that, you are next. Ted kept plunging in and out of Judy, and getting faster and faster. Judy, beginning to enjoy herself, urged him on, saying it feels so much better than I thought it would. Ted told her that he was about ready to cum in her, and made one last hard plunge. The head of his cock just opened her cervix a small amount, just as his blast of cum started. He could feel it rising in his balls, and then moving down his cock in ever increasing speed, until it blasted out into her womb. He laid down on her and waited until his dick went back to normal, and came out of her. Once Ted's cock came out of her, he lifter her ass into the air, to keep most of the cum inside of her. He then told David, your turn. I will keep as much cum as I can inside of her until you are able to plug her hole, then she is all yours. David then quickly moved into position. As Ted let her ass down, David quickly stuck his cock into her, now well lubricated pussy. David took it slow and easy on Judy, so that Ted would have time to recharge his batteries. He knew that as soon as he was done, Ted would want to go back into that tight cunt hole, and he was hopping to get a second chance in her as well. Chris was now sitting beside Judy, encouraging her, and telling her how good she was doing for the first time. I was still in the house. As I was getting ready to go out to the festivities, the phone rang. It was Mike. I gave him an update, and he told me that the board did not want to schedule another initiation, as we had just finished ours. He did say however that Judy would be allowed to go with us for the next meeting, and would be in the same room and Chris and I, so that she would not be with all people she did not know. And she would be required to preform just as the rest of us were. I told everyone what Mike had said, and Judy ask what we were talking about. I told her that Ted and David were not only fucking, but that they were preparing her for her first appearance at a swingers club. She said; what if I do not want to go? I said you do not have that choice. You will go and have a good time. At least you will know more about it than we did when we were initiated. Your initiation will take place at a later date. How do you know that I will like it, she ask? Again I said you have no choice, so just accept it, and try to be prepared. Judy then ask, as Ted was still pumping into her pussy, what should I expect to do? I said you will be fucked, and that is all I can tell you until you become a member, then all about the club will be revealed to you. I can tell you that there will be at least one other person there that you know. She ask who that was, and I told her that she would find out when she got there. She was gasping as we talked, because Ted was pumping her pussy and playing with her tits. Her body was responding to him like he was playing a fiddle. He told her he was going to cum in her again, and then he lunged into so that his cock head was totally inside her uterus. Again he sprayed her with so much cum, that it was forcing Davids cum out even though he was still totally inside of her. If she was in her fertile period, she would surely be pregnant by night fall. Once Ted had cum, David quickly plunged her hole with his cock and started pumping her again. She was having orgasm after orgasm. By the time David finished, both of them were worn out, so they started making Judy give them blow jobs, while keeping her ass in the air. They were determined that she should get pregnant before she went to the ASC (Anomalous Swingers Club). She was learning a lot in a short time, and I am sure that she would hardly be able to walk, when it was time to go in for the night. Then I got an idea. I told Judy that I wanted her to go down the street to the grocery store that was 2 blocks down, and get a half galleon of milk that we would need for breakfast. She said but I can't go without any clothing. I said do you remember when we were talking to Mike this afternoon, and he told me that there were no laws in this town that said that you could not be arrested for being nude in public? Judy said; yes he did say that. Just tell the clerk that it is for us, and when he asks for a password, tell him today's password is safety that will tell him that you really are getting it for us. All right she said as she waddled across the lawn to the sidewalk. Ted said, I am afraid she just might skip out on us. Chris said, you did not spend enough time looking at her face, that girl was having the time of her life. She liked it so much that if she was still living with Mike, she would ask to move here. I agree, I said. She might as well start acting like one of the family, and I also wanted to test the reaction to her being nude in public, both hers, and others. Especially since she very obviously has just been fucked. I suspect that Mike will get a call from someone, and if there is no problems, I fully intend to start going nude at all times myself. We opened the gate so we could watch for her. It probably looked strange to our neighbors, with the 4 of us sitting just outside of the gate, and none of us had a stitch of clothing on. About 15 minutes later, she came back carrying the milk, and was being followed by at least 6 boys. Of course they were watching her every move, and staring at her tits when they bounced. She was walking much better than she was when she left, so it was probably working the soreness out of her pelvic area. Ted started fucking her of a morning when he got up, and then right after he got home from work, in the evenings. David would take her after supper each night. Mike called and gave us our numbers for the get together. I ask him who would be in the room with me, and he said, you know that I cannot reveal that. I will tell you, though, that I am quite sure you will like your first group with the club. I said I really liked the initiation, if is half as exciting as that then I will be overjoyed. At the meeting place, which was different than the initiation place, I had Judy give the attendant her number first. As she was being lead to her room, Ted and I both told her to have fun, and make us proud of her. Then Ted gave them his number and was lead away. A few minutes later I gave my number, and was escorted to my room. When I entered I was in for a big surprise. There I saw Ted, Judy, Mike and Chris. One by one three more men showed up, so we had 3 women and 6 men. Judy came over to me and ask what she should do, and I said what ever any of the men tell you to do. The men caucused and then Mike and one other man came over to me and said which one of us do you want in your pussy, and which in you ass. I said flip a coin. I saw that Ted was with Chris, and that Judy had two men that I did not know. I heard Judy tell one of them, I am new at this, so you will have to explain to me what you meant. I was to busy getting fucked in my ass and pussy to pay attention to what Chris and Judy were doing. Mike won the coin toss, so he got my pussy, first and when both of them had cum inside me, they switched. Mike had a very large diameter cock, short in length, but he made up for that by his great gyrations inside of me. I came twice with him in my pussy, and my ass was on fire, when the guy came in there, I thought he was going to blow my intestines up into my stomach. When they switched, Mike could not get in to my ass very far, but he stretched my opening to where I was afraid that it was going to tear, but once inside, it felt good. The other guy, now in my pussy was stroking in when Mike was coming out. I think that my body was being suspended in the air by their cocks. Once they were done with me, they moved to Chris, her two guys moved Judy and Judy's two came to me. One of the guys had me give him a blow job, and the other ate my pussy. Then they switched. Both of them were covered in pussy juice from both me and Judy. Then they switched again, and this time I had Ted and another guy. The guy laid down on the floor, with his dick up in the air, I got between his legs and started deep thronging him, while keeping my ass in the air, and Ted fucked me like a dog. Then they switched. When every woman had been had by every man, they ask if we wanted to continue, or had we had enough. I said I am ready for what every you guys want, Chris said that good with me, Judy started to say something, and I said she will do whatever you want to do to her. When I said that she frowned, but shook her head yes. This time I had all three of the men that I did not know. One in each of my holes, mouth, ass and pussy. Again they did a round robin, and I had each one in every hole. Then the other three took over. With the same routine. I noted for the first round that Chris was not having anything, and that Judy had her three. On the second round, Chris and I had three each, and on the third round Judy and Chris were the ones. After this was over, we were again ask if we wanted to continue, I spoke up and said absolutely. This time the guys put there heads together and said that they wanted to try something unusual. All three of us women said as one, what do you want to try? Ted looked at me and said, we want to see if all six of us can be in, or on you at one time, he was speaking to me. I said if you can figure it out go for it. One guy laid on the floor and said impale your ass on my cock, and then lay back onto my chest. It wasn't to hard to get his cock into my ass at this time, but when I tried to lay back it put quite a strain on his cock. Finally one of the guys put some pillows under his ass, and that helped. He put his arms around my stomach and pulled me back to him. He still had quite a strain on his cock. The second guy was Ted, and he drove his cock into my pussy and then leaned forward onto my hips. Man number three, came up to my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. Number 4 and 5 each took one side of me and started sucking my nipples. All at once I felt number 6, he had his head between my legs and was trying to eat my pussy while Ted was fucking me. They all started moving at once. My pussy and ass were on fire with desire, both my nipples were being sucked, bitten and generally mauled, and then there was the cock in my mouth. Judy and Chris just stood there and watched. I heard Chris tell Judy that she had never seen this before, but it sure looks like fun. I was in seventh heaven. The sensations I had were indescribable, and I had one big continuous orgasm. The three that were inside me all came at about the same time. Getting a belly full of cum, my pussy full of cum and my ass full of cum at one time, set off one tremendous orgasm. I was out of it and did not even know when they pulled out of me. When I came to, only Mike, Ted and the guy who had his cock up my ass were still there, of course Judy and Chris were still there as well. Everyone wanted to know if I was all right. I said I am great I loved that. Mike ask if I would ever do it again, and I said in a heart beat, it was fantastic for me. But I feel sorry for the guy in my ass, it must have hurt his cock to have it bent back and all that weight on me pushing it further. The guy said yes, and I would do it again with you. Your are a fantastically sexual lady. Mike then ask, if at one of the initiations, if we need a little more show, would you be willing to do it on stage with anyone who I pick out of the audience? I said tell me when and where and I will be ready, and Judy is going to train for that also. What I did not tell them was that my tits and nipples hurt from being bitten and abused, it was still a great turn on and was worth the little pain in the tits. On the way home Judy and Ted were talking about it, and Ted ask; are you sure that you want to do that again, as a show? You know that he will select the biggest cocks in the crowd. I said yes and if I can get Judy trained, we will both do it on stage together. Judy said I don't know that looked pretty hard to me. It is I told her, but it is the men who have the hard part. All I had to do is let them in and they did everything else. When all three of them came at once and the cum was flowing into me, I felt like I was flying. Judy once I teach you some tricks, you will be able to do it and then you will see how great it is. The next week I had a doctors appointment, and I took Judy with me. Just out of curiosity, I as for a pregnancy test for each of us. I found that I was 6 weeks pregnant, and Judy was classified as questionable, but probably. We will find out in 2 weeks. When we told Chris the news, she said that she was 3 months pregnant. It is going to be interesting to see if we can identify the biological fathers. Comment are always welcome; [email protected]

Our HALLOWEEN Initiation part 2 By JSR The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. If you have not read Our Halloween Initiation, I suggest that you do so, before reading this, as it is a continuation of the first one. This is Ellie. I will be narrating this part of the story. Once the initiation was over, I was strapped to Simon, with his Viagra hard cock deep inside of me. We were kept that way until his cock reduced to normal and slipped out of me. At that point, we were released, but were not allowed to go to sleep. Ophelia had me demonstrate several of the spells I had learned, and one that I had to create. The spell I created, I used on Ophelia. It caused her tits to float so they did not touch her chest, except where they grew on her. Once they were floating, her nipples stuck out about an inch from the rest of her tits. If someone touched either of her nipples, a small amount of milk would flow out. This surprised her, because I had told her I was working on something else. Several of the other witches tried to make them go back to normal, but could not. Try as they would, they could not see how I had accomplished it without touching her at all. I of course would not explain how I did it. It was my spell and I was going to keep it. I could do other things with it with just slight changes in the chant (like making a cock stay hard for at least an hour) and it was so easy to create, that I am surprised that no one had done it before. That evening, Ophelia was at our house, to see that we did not go to sleep, and to make sure we handed out treats to the children who were trick or treating. We were very tired when at midnight, Ophelia left, saying You are now officially members of the Coven. You can go to sleep now. Needless to say, we were both asleep before we hit the bed. The next few weeks went smoothly. Simon was working everyday, and I was studying spells, with Ophelia. I had one that I wanted to try, but I did not want her to know what it was, so I tried it on myself, and it worked perfectly. I could now put my hand on my stomach area, and could tell that I was pregnant with 4 kids, even before the doctor confirmed the pregnancy. He at that time did not know it would be a multiple birth, but I did. I also was able to determine who the fathers were, and the sex of the unborn. I was going to have two boys and two girls. Each one had a different father. The fathers would be Damion, Mike Rider, Simon, and the fourth father would be the 15 year old (Billy Harold) that had only fucked me at the initiation. This spell was working even better that I had intended. I did not tell Ophelia how I knew, but I did tell her the results. She of course did not believe me, saying, Not even a doctor can tell at this point that it will be a multiple birth, let alone the sex of the kids. I smiled and said, Ophelia, remember what I just told you, and we will see if I am right. I did however share some of the more every day type spells with her. She told many of the other witches that I was getting better at spell casting and formulating, than most everyone in the Coven. I think that she was beginning to see me as a rival for the head Witch of the Coven. I really did not have anything like that in mind. I was just trying to learn, and develop my powers. Simon was mostly just at home to relax, before going back to work each morning. His work was becoming very demanding of his time. I also never told him what I had discovered about my pregnancy. I did not want to rub it into him, because he had been determined that he should father the first one, and I was not sure how he would react to there being four, and only one was his. Also I have never heard about a multiple birth, with even two fathers, let alone four. After a couple of weeks, I finally went to the Dr. to have my pregnancy confirmed. He did so, and advised me to come in at least every two weeks for a while, as my vaginal area did not look quite right to him, and he wanted to make sure there was no problems. I only told everyone that I was indeed pregnant. Only Ophelia, knew of my other ideals about it, and she kept quiet about it. I really do not think that she believed me, but was tolerating me to be nice. Simon, was happy about my pregnancy, but would have been more excited if he knew that it was his kid that was going to be living with us. We got settled into a routine. Simon would leave for work about 7AM, and I would spend the day working with Ophelia on spells, or we would just have a bull session with some of the other ladies. Now and then we would go to town, and I would always drop in to see Simon when we were there. The first Monday in February, Simon left for work like normal. Before he left, he commented on the atmosphere, and how funny it felt. Not like normal. Then he left, saying, I might be late tonight. However, I noted that he did not call me that day, which he did frequently would do. When he did not show up for supper, I said to myself, another one of those long days. He will be cranky when he gets home. At 8PM, I was watching something on the TV, just to pass the time. There was a knock on the door. That was unusual in that all of our neighbors, would just open the door and yell to see if anyone was home. At the door, I saw a man in a uniform standing there. When I opened the door, the policeman got a strange look on his face, when he seen me answer the door in the nude. He composed himself, and ask if I was Mrs. Cornpown, and I answered in the affirmative. He then said, I am Sergeant Kirkpatrick, from the County Sheriffs Office. May I come in and talk to you? I answered, Sure come on in, but I do not see how I can help the Sheriffs office. I led him into the living room and turned off the TV. He said, I am sorry to interrupt your program, but this is important. No problem, I answered, I am just killing time until my husband gets home. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Dont worry about me being nude, we are nudists here in NudWitch. As he sat, he said, I am sorry if I starred at you. I am just not use to seeing people answer the door nude, even though I knew that this was a nudest area. What can I do for you Sergeant? Have you been watching the news today at all? he asked. I answered No, I havent. Should I have? No it is better that you havent. I am here with some very sad news for you. There is no easy way for me to tell you, that your husband, Simon, was killed this morning in a very freak accident. Officer, I said, Thats not the least bit funny. Did Simon put you up to this? It sounds like one of his type of jokes. He replied, No this is not a joke, I would never be a party to such a sick joke. I am very serious. I said, In that case, I think I am going to need some moral support. Please wait until I get my neighbors over before you continue. At that point, I picked up the phone and called Ophelia. I just told her that I needed her and Damion over, just as quickly as they could get here, and to please leave all the children at home, just hurry. It took Damion and Ophelia about 10 minutes to get here. I heard them come in the back door, and yelled that we were in the living room. I was sitting in the center of the couch, and told them, I want one of you on each side of me and as close as you can. This is Sergeant Kirkpatrick, from the County Sheriffs Office. He has some bad news for me. Sergeant, this is Ophelia and Damion. They live next door, and are our close friends. Now please tell me what happened. Sgt. Kirkpatrick This morning, about 7:30am, I received a call that there had been an accident on Highway 23, about 4 miles from town. I proceeded to that location. There was a car overturned on the South bound side of the road. It was apparent that the car had rolled over several times, and it had been traveling North. The vehicle was engulfed in flames and I could not get near it. Some one had called the fire department, and they got there about 10 minutes after I did. I can tell you for sure, that no one in the vehicle was alive by the time I got there. It appeared that the fuel tank had exploded shortly after the vehicle stopped rolling. There were no other vehicles involved that I could tell. No other tire tracks or indications of any kind. After the fire was put out, it was impossible to identify the occupant. I was writing up my report when a man got out of his car and asked to speak to me. I said, I am very busy, can it wait? He replied, It is about the vehicle you are inspecting. At that point I asked him if he knew who was in it, and he said no, but I saw the accident. I drove home and called your office, then came back. No one will believe what I saw, but I swear I saw just what I am about to tell you. The man then said, I was on my way to work, and that vehicle was about mile in front of me. We were both doing the speed limit. There was a large Black Cloud over the area, similar to what is there now, but much darker. I heard a crack of Thunder, and saw a lightning bolt go through the open top of the convertable. The man slumped over immediately and the steering wheel must have cranked hard, as the vehicle then started turning, and rolling at the same time. I am sure he was dead when the lightning hit him. At that point, I stopped, saw I could do nothing. I then got back into my vehicle and returned home. There I called your office, and then the fire department. I waited a few minutes to fill my wife in and to call my office to tell them why I would be late, then came back to see if I could help in any way. I asked the man, Do you have any idea of who it might have been? He replied, I see this car now and then on my way to work, but I have no idea who owns or drives it. I can only tell you what I saw, and to point out that it definitely was not suicide. The vin number on the vehicle was completely destroyed, so we could not find out from that. When the vehicle was lifted onto the flat bed, we still had no idea who was in it. We spent the rest of the morning trying to discover who had been in the vehicle. This after noon, 15 of us went to the crash site, and looked for anything at all that might help. We found about 15 pieces of metal that looked like came from a license plate. We took them back to the lab, and it took most of the afternoon to put the puzzle together. We finally got all but the last letter of the plate. Then we had to comb the records to find all the plates that started with those numbers and letters. Luck was with us, in that there was only one plate with those numbers, in that order that had been sold, and that was to Simon Cornpown. I am sorry to be the bearer of this bad news, but I want you to know that all you have to do is ask, and I will help you through all the legal paperwork that you are going to be subject to. Ophelia When the officer finished, Ellie was a basket case, with good reason. Both Damion and I were shocked to say the least. As the officer was leaving, Ellie said, Officer, thank you for telling me. It is hard for me to believe, and I know it must be one of the most difficult things that your job requires. If there are things that my father cannot get done for me, I just might call on you, and thank you for the offer. I then called Ellies parents, and filled them in on what happened. I then asked if they could come and stay with her for a while. She needed family around her now, not noisy neighbors. The were there within the hour. After explaining to Ellies parents what had happened, Damion and I went home. Ellie After Ophelia and Damion left, Dad got a note book and started listing things that needed to be done, and mom just sat and held me, and just tried to make me feel better. Once Dad had finished, he said, This list is probably not complete, but will give us a place to start. First, have you notified Simons family? I shook my head no, and said, Will you please call them? Their number is in the index next to the telephone. Dad then got up and went to the phone. The next morning, Simons parents came out to get the latest on his death. Not being nudists, they did not stay very long, but hugged me, even though I was nude. I thought I saw his father smile when my tits pushed against him. I know that he put his hand on my ass cheek, and squeezed it slightly. When they had left, Dad (Roger) said, Mom will stay with you, and I will go back to town. I want to check with the Sheriffs dept. for any new developments, and try to expedite the death certificate. The sooner that we get it, the sooner I can get the finances going again. However I will tell you now that when the smoke clears, you will be a pretty well off lady. It took three weeks before we could have a closed casket funeral. The only thing left of the body was the bones. DNA did prove that it was Simon. Dad and Mom (Shelia) said that they thought they should move in with me to help me through the pregnancy, and help take care of the child later (I had not told them about the multiple births that I was expecting.) I said, That might be a problem. Dad asked Why? We are nudists just like you are. I answered, Not quite. I am also a witch, and if you want any friends here, you two would have to become a witch and a warlock, just as Simon and I did. Mom said, We can learn, just as you did. Yes. I answered, but I am not sure that you would like the initiation. It is very different and that is all I can tell you about it. Dad said, If you and Simon could do it, so can we. Talk to Ophelia, before you make up your mind. She is the Executive Witch, and has all the power here. I said, I will go over and have her come here to talk to you, and I will take care of her children while she does. I then left to go see Ophelia. Shelia Ophelia walked into the house like she owned it. She said, I understand that the two of you are thinking about joining our Coven. I am here to give you what information I can, and to answer those questions that I can without giving you any of our secrets. Is that acceptable? Roger said, Ophelia, we know next to nothing about witchcraft, so you may have to explain things in words of one syllable. However, we are both fairly quick on the uptake. Please start with the requirements, and then give us some examples if you can. Lets start with the obvious. You are both nudest. And over 12 years old. For information all of our children must be 12 before they can join the Coven. Everyone who joins, must take the initiation on Halloween. In your cases, that is not a problem, but a child who is 12 after November 14th must wait until the following year to become a member. This is just information that you need to know if you do join. Any one 12 or above who has been through the initiation, is considered as an adult in our society. Any questions so far? I asked her, Why 12?, and not 14 or 16? Her answer was, These days, boys and girls are starting through puberty at about 10 or 11, so we want them to have the same rights as the adults do. Roger, and I just nodded, so she continued. This brings me to one of the most difficult things for most people to understand. That is The boys and girls who have been through the initiation, are sexually available for any one who has also been through it. However, it must be conceptual between the two partners, and age is no factor in it. A 12 year old boy who wants his mother or his aunt or his sister can have them, if they also consent to let him. By the same token if a 50 year old man wants a 13 year old girl, and she consents, then there is no problem. This one thing has kept several people out of our Coven. Another thing, NO one in the Coven is allowed any form of birth control. Roger then said, You are telling us that free love is not only permissible, but actively practiced? What if the 12 year old girl gets pregnant from the 50 year old man? Ophelia said, The baby would be the responsibility of the girl, with the help of her family. It happens now and then and no one thinks anything about it. If a married woman gets pregnant from one of the boys, or men, then she and her husband are the parents. The other thing is that the two of you would have to take classes that I give for perspective members, which include pre 12 year olds. In those classes, you will have to learn basic spells, and how to make some of your own. You would also have to learn the how the Coven works. I might also say that your daughter is one of the best witches I have ever trained, and if some of her spells work as she says they will, she will be the next Executive Witch. Also, anyone who has not taken the initiation, is not allowed into the Coven House. Any questions? Roger said, That is a lot to digest. We will talk it over, and also with Ellie. We will let you know our decision within a week. Is that acceptable? Take your time. There is plenty of time to learn everything, and still make this years initiation. I will go home now and let you talk it over. I will send Ellie home in a few minutes. I need to talk to her about something before she leaves my house. Ellie returned about half an hour later. She was smiling, and seemed to be in very good spirits. I asked her if everything was all right, and she answered, Everything is great. Now what did you two think about Ophelias information? Roger said to Ellie, For the most part, I thought it was pretty straight forward, but I do have a couple of questions for you. 1. What about this free love, and 2. what do we have to do to get ready for the initiation? Ellie answered him this way. Dad, the initiation is secret. Only those who have been through it will ever know what it is. There is nothing you can do directly that will help you. As to what you are calling free love, let me answer that one a little later. Mom, do you have any questions? I answered, For the most part, I see nothing to stop us. I am concerned, as your dad is, about the free love. I am also not sure about learning to cast spells, and to make new ones. This is a strange concept to me. Ellie Mom how do you bake such good pies and cakes? I follow a recipe, she answered. Spell casting and preparation, is just like that. You follow a recipe, and instead of putting it in an oven, you say the right words, in the right order, and your spell is cast. It is really simple for the ones you will have to learn. Before we continue, let me ask the two of you a question that has bothered me for several years. I mean no criticism by this question. The question is why am I an only child, when it is very apparent that you both love kids? Dad said, I will let your mother answer that for you, but it is a very good question. Mom answered, We wanted more kids, but it was not to be. Both of us were examined, and it was determined that there was nothing physically wrong with either of us. We have never been on any kind of birth control. That is the only answer I can give you. I said, Have you read any studies about couples like you? Dad answered, I have not heard of any, have you? I answered, Yes and the opinion of the experts say that you are trying to hard. They say that each of the couple, should relax, have sex with someone who is not trying to get you/make you pregnant. Studies show that when this happens, the couple usually conceive within a short time. This free love as you call it, just may be the answer to your problem. Another thing, Dad, is that you have never thought of me as a female. I would have loved for you to make love to me when I was growing up. I know that society says it is wrong, but they are mistaken. For one, it would have shown that you really did love me as a young woman, and it just might have been the relaxing agent for you and mom, and if you two do become part of our society here, I will expect you to correct that over site. I do not however want to compete with mom for your affection, and she should also be free to be with some of the men/boys here. I am sure that mom would have loved to have had her dad fuck her, when she was growing up, even though she may not want to admit it. Mom said, As a mater of fact, Your grandfather and I had a 3 year love affair, when I was 15. it was not until I met your father that we quit. My mom was fully aware of it, and approved. I would not have said anything if you and your father had been fucking. What was good for the goose, would have been good for the gander as well. Now you and your father both know. He has never heard about that before. Dad said, Shelia, I did know, your mom told me about it before we were married. I just thought of it as a bad thing that you did once, and forgave you for it. It was all I could do to keep from fucking Ellie, she was such a sexy teenager. I said, That, Dad is all the more reason that you two should embrace free love. You know that mom has done it in the past, and that I and Simon have been involved with it here. I do not see it as any kind of a barrier. Dad then said, I guess we can give it a try. But if either of us does not like it, we will leave the group, and never be back to this house. I replied, Do not start with a negative attitude, or you will never overcome your objections. You both need a positive attitude, or you are bound to fail. I love both of you, and I want you both to be happy. However, if you leave, I will still be here. Simon and I love this place, and I will not leave. My memories of him are here. I also want to impress upon you that the free love will not start unless and until you have your initiation. Until then, you are both just visitors here. This is a law of the Coven. The next morning, both of them went to Ophelias house and started their training. A week later, I checked with Ophelia, to see how they were doing. She said that mom was doing great, and that she would be almost as good at spell casting as I am, and that dad was struggling a little, but he will be better than Simon was. A month later, my Dr. confirmed that I was going to have two boys and two girls. I asked him to put that in writing, because my family would not believe me if I just told them that. He wrote a letter that said, To the family of Mrs. Ellie Cornpown. This is to notify you that the sonogram I preformed on her this morning, shows that she is going to have 4 babies (two boys and two girls). Signed Dr. Throckmorton I took the letter directly to Ophelias house, as she and mom and dad were there having class. I gave the letter to Ophelia, and asked her to read it aloud for mom and dad to hear, which she did. Dad said, I am flabbergasted! No one in our family, or Simons has ever had a multiple birth, let alone 4 at one time. Ophelia said, Even more surprising, is that Ellie told me, when she could not have been even two weeks pregnant, that she was going to have 2 boys and 2 girls. I asked her how she could know that she was even pregnant that quick and she said she had invented a spell that not only told her she was indeed pregnant, but that she would have the 2 boys and 2 girls. She also told me more, but until the kids are born, there is no need to say more. Mom asked, What do you mean? I replied, The rest of it cannot be proven or dis proven, until after the babies are born, so lets just forget about it for now. Ophelia said, Ellie, I am sorry I brought that up, and you are right. We will forget about it for now. Three weeks later, Ophelia came to me and asked me to be at the Council meeting the next evening. I had never been to one, so I said I would come for the experience of seeing how the Coven was governed. She said, After the meeting, the Executive committee will meet, and I want you there. When they clear the room, I want you to stay seated, and I will explain to the committee that I want you there. I will not tell you anything more. You will have to be there. OK I said. Ophelia also added, When you come into the Council room, I want you to walk with your head held high, shoulders back, your milk laden tits high and proud, and your pregnant belly prominently displayed. Why do you want me to be on display? I asked. She answered, Because you are a beautiful woman, and everyone should see you as a proud witch. I went to the meeting, and tried to display myself the way Ophelia wanted me to. When the meeting was nearly over, Ophelia said, There will be a meeting of the Executive committee after this meeting. I would appreciate it if all of you with the exception of the committee and Witch Ellie Cornpown would clear the room quickly. Thank you for attending this meeting. Meeting Adjourned. It took about 5 minutes before the doors could be closed, and the Executive Committee could get down to business. The Executive Committee had 3 witches, their warlocks and Ophelia (Executive Witch) and Damion (Executive Warlock). I was setting there looking around trying to get a clue as to why I was there, when Ophelia called the meeting to order. The addenda is short, and unless there is a lot of comments, we should not be long. Ellie does not know why she is here, so do not ask her. With your approval we will dispense with the reading of minutes of the last meeting, and add this meeting to those minutes. There was no comments, so she said, The minutes of this meeting will be added to those of the last meeting, with the notation that this is a special meeting called by the Executive Witch. Ophelia said, The Executive Warlock and I have spent several days discussing this subject (I will mention it in a minute), and I have been thinking about it for several weeks. We have here with us tonight the most powerful witch that I have ever seen or heard of. Her power far exceeds mine. As such, I propose to make the following changes to this committee: First, I will step down to Assistant Executive Witch, and Second, Witch Ellie Cornpown be elevated to Executive Witch. Third, Damion be moved to Assistant Executive Warlock, and Ellie to name her own Executive Warlock. Since her husband is now deceased, she should appoint someone who she can communicate with, and like to have in her bed. Is there any discussion? I immediately stood up and asked, Ophelia, why are you doing this to me? Her answer was, I am not doing it to, I am doing it for you. You are by far the most powerful witch in this Coven, and as such should be the leader. I will help you all I can, and Damion will help who ever you take as your Warlock. Anything further? One of the committee members said, Ophelia, give us an example of this power. Ophelia said, How many times has a witch or warlock tried to create a spell that would tell when someone is pregnant, before the medical profession can? She did. She also told me the number children in her womb (4) and their sex (2 of each) before them Medical people could even determine that she was pregnant. Her spell also told her something that the medical people cannot even hope to figure out. That part will have to wait until the 2 girls and 2 boys that the meds have confirmed are born, but I have no doubt that she is right on that point as well. Another committee member spoke up and said, Thats quite impressive, even if the rest of the results are proven wrong, Ellie, what do you think of this idea? I said, First, I have no experience in this. Second, Ophelia is doing a great job as far as I can tell, so why change? Ophelia said, Ellie, I have had this job for 8 years now, and until you and Simon came here, I was the most powerful one here, however, the rules state that if someone comes in that is more powerful, that that person should become Executive Witch. You are that person. I know you and know that you will do a great job, and I will be here to help you. This will also give you the power to change the initiation ceremony in any way you wish, just in time for your parents to go through it. I said, That is a poor reason to change the ceremony, and I would object to making it fit given individuals. If it were to change, it would be for other reasons. One member said, I move we make the change as Ophelia has outlined. Damion said, I second the motion. Ophelia asked, Is there any more discussion? A few seconds later she said, Those in favor say aye. Every one said Aye. Ophelia then said, The Ayes have it. Congratulations Ellie you are now the Executive Witch of NudWitch. I will work with you and help you get into things, and will try to be your right hand witch. I just shook my head and said OK, but I think you people are wrong. Leaving the meeting, Ophelia said, Come this way a minute I want to show you something. I followed her to an office, and she said, This is now your office. I only used it when we had dignitaries here, which is not very often. I prefer to work from my house, you can do it either way. I replied, I would prefer to work from my home as well. However with Mom and Dad there, will it be a problem? No, she said, you can work around that. We walked back to my house, and I asked Ophelia if Billy Harold had a girl friend, or was he still single? She said To the best of my knowledge, he has no steady girl friend. Why? I said, if you remember, I told you that he is the father of one of my kids. Since he is not attached, I was thinking of having him move in as my warlock. She thought for a while and said, That will work until you find someone nearer to your own age. When we got to the house, Ophelia told mom and dad that I was now the head cheese, so treat me right. Dad said, OK, can we now forget about the initiation? I replied, No such luck, Dad, you still have to go through it. I said to mom and dad, As Executive Witch, I need an Executive Warlock, and for a while there is a boy who is unattached, who I intend to appoint as my warlock. I hope you do not mind, as he is only 15, but a very nice boy. His name is Billy Harold It will give him some experience in dealing with people older and younger than himself. You mean you will be sleeping with a 15 year old boy? asked dad. Mom spoke up and said, Remember, dear, if he is 12, and has been through the initiation, here he is considered an adult, and given all the privileges of an adult. Also, dont forget that after we have our initiation, you will be able to fuck the 12 year old girls that have been through it as well, so it evens out. Besides she is an adult and if she wants to fuck someone, we really have nothing to say about it. The next morning, I walked to the Harold home, knocked on the door, and then walked into the kitchen. The family was having breakfast, and I apologized for disturbing their meal. I said, Last night, the Executive Committee appointed me as Executive Witch, with the blessing of Ophelia, who will become my assistant. John Harold said, I am happy for you, but why does that bring you here? I replied, I am sure that you know that my husband was killed a few months ago. I am here to ask Billy to be my Warlock, until I find a permanent one. Katherine Harold said, But he is only 15. I said, Yes, but would you rather that I take your husband, or someone elses, or an unattached male of our Coven? Also, Billy is the only one who can say yes or no, as he is an adult under the Coven rules. As to how long this will be, I can only say that it might be a few days, weeks, or it could be a lifetime, if we get along good enough for both of us to want to be together permanently. However it is my guess that it will be a few months. If you are dead set against this, I suggest that the three of you discuss it and let me know by noon. Should I leave while you talk, or can I just sit here quietly and listen? Katherine said, Just sit and listen. I want to hear from Billy before I say anything. Billy said, I am honored that the EW would want me for her warlock. I remember when I fucked her at the initiation last year. She smiled at me, which was hard for her to do with her mouth held open like it was. I will go willingly if you and dad do not object. Even if it only lasts a short time, I will be happy to be fucking such a beautiful lady. John said, Billy, do us proud. When she has her child, I want you to get her pregnant right away and keep her pregnant, like a good witch should be. Billy said, I will get my school books, and school clothing, and be right with you, Mrs. Cornpown. I said, Billy, my name is Ellie. That is what you should call me, or if you come up with some other endearing name, but never call me Mrs. Cornpown. That part of my life is dead. Ellie, I will be right back. It will only take me a couple of minutes to get my things. I said, John, Katherine, I will take good care of him. I like him. Your family is always welcome to come and see us. John said, We will, but not until after your parents have been initiated. Very good. They will be in this years initiation. A few minutes later, Billy and I walked back to my (our) house, and I introduced him to my parents, saying we will be in our bedroom for a while please do not disturb. In our room, I told Bill, I need you to suck my nipples. My milk supply is starting to seep out. One of your jobs is to suck my nipples, and keep them from leaking. You are to do it no matter where we are, or who we are with. If you see a drop of milk form on either one of them, you will immediately suck them. I laid on the bed, on my back and Bill laid beside me on his stomach and put his head on my left nipple and started gently sucking. I thought I was in heaven it felt so good. After a few minutes, I had him switch to the right one. I was feeling much better after I had some of the milk out. After I had rested for a while, with Bill laying there just smiling at me, I asked him, Do you have any idea as to why I picked you for my warlock? He answered, No, but I am glad you did. I said At you parents house you mentioned that you remembered fucking me at my initiation. Well I remembered you as well, and one of the four babies I am carrying is yours. Since you are the only one of the 4 fathers that is not married, I felt that you should get the job of helping me with them. However, until I tell you differently, you can NOT tell anyone what I just told you. You and I are the only ones to know this. Do you understand? Yes mam he answered. I said, with a little crossness in my voice, Mam? What did I tell you to call me? He answered, I am to call you Ellie, I am sorry but I just for got. It will not happen again, Ellie. Please forgive me. I said, I am not really angry with you, but I wanted to empress upon you to remember what I say, and I will try very hard to remember what you say, and what you like. It will take both of us a little time to remember. Now as to my parents, you can call them Roger and Shelia. Since they have not been initiated yet, you will tell them nothing about the Coven. If they ask you a direct question, and you do not know how to answer, tell them to ask me. Now I want you to kiss me, and play with my nipples and my clit. Make me cum, and then I will give you a great blow job. Once the babies are born, then you can start fucking me. Quite frankly I loved the way you did me at the initiation. You have the makings of a great lover. Thank you, El for those kind words. I will try to live up to them, and I will be glad to give you the pleasure that you want, even if I do not get anything in return. The next few weeks went by fast. Bill was with me whenever he was not in school. He kept my tits partly empty of milk so they did not leak, and while he was sucking my nipples he always had his hand playing with my clit. We did not care who was around, it felt good to me and we did it. Every night, and sometimes in the daytime, I would give Bill a blow job. I taught him how to deep throat me, and how to keep it in my throat until just before I would pass out. There was no doubt that I was falling in love with this 15 year old boy. One day in July, my water broke. Dad and Mom took me to the hospital, after I had to explain to Bill that he could not go, and why. When I went into the labor room, I told the nurses that I wanted them to mark the kids in the order that they were born, so I could give them appropriate names later. They were born in the order of a boy, the two girls, and then the second boy. All were very healthy, and I was very proud that I had delivered them without any medication. After spending time with each baby, I named them for body parts, and their father. The first boy was named Asshole Damion Cornpown. The first girl was named Brest Simona Cornpown. The second girl was named Cunt Billie Cornpown, and the second boy was named Dick Mike Cornpown. The hospital was not happy with the names I gave the kids, but I said, They are named the way my late husband would have wanted, and thats the way it will be. They finally gave in and put those names on the birth certificates. My parents were upset about the names I had given the kids, but I said, I intended to continue first names alphabetically body parts, and middle names after their fathers. When they came to pick me and the kids up at the hospital, they brought Bill along, but made him wait in the car. I was brought down and put in the back seat with Bill, and then the kids were handed one to mom, two to me, and one to Bill. Once we were under way, Bill asked, Do you know which one is mine? I said, Sweets take a good look at them and see if you can tell. He looked at the three that we had in the back seat, very closely, and then asked mom to let him see the one she had. He looked at her and said, She looks just like my baby sister. She must by mine. I said, Very good honey, that is Cunt Billie Cornpown, your daughter. Mom gave me a dirty look, and said, We need to have a private talk when we get home. I just said, OK mom. I looked at Bill and smiled. He smiled back, and gave me a thumbs up gesture. He then asked me the names of the other three, and I said, The one you are holding is Asshole Damion, and these are Brest Simona and Dick Mike. Bill smiled and whispered to me, You are going to have to tell me about these names. They are great, but very different. At home, I took the kids to the nursery. I told Bill to spend some time with them, so he could get to know our children, and then mom and I went to the kitchen to have some coffee, and to talk. I know what she was going to say, but I had to let her get out of her system. Mom took a sip of her coffee, and then looked at me and said, What ever possessed you to give the kids those terrible names? I replied, The names are not terrible. However they are unusual. I want them to grow up knowing that nothing is taboo. For instance take Asshole. He will be called that even if his name was something else, so for him it will be no big deal. Cunt, will know that her cunt or pussy is not a bad word, but her name. No word or idea should be taboo for these kids. I knew you would not approve, but it is my decision to make, and I made it. And what about the other two names? mom asked, with a smirk on her face. Knowing that smirk was an admission of defeat, I said, Breast will think nothing about talking about her breasts, and Dick will just be neutral as many men named Richard are called Dick, even now. I am going over to see Ophelia, and do some studying. I think your dad is there now, said mom. I replied, Ok, I am going to check to see how Bill is getting along with the babies. In the nursery, Bill was just watching the kids, and smiling. I asked him what was making him so happy, and he said, My daughter and our other kids. I love seeing them. I will be glad when they get a little bigger so I can play with them. I kissed him lovingly on the lips and said, Let them sleep. I want to try something with you, but you cannot tell anyone about what we will be doing. I am working on a new spell, and I want to test it on you. He answered, I am your warlock, do with me what you want. I said, I want you to stay in our room, until I find out how the spell will work, and I do not want anyone to know about it. I will put the spell on you now, and you must go immediately to our room. I will come in a little later to check on it. With that I silently made the ritual signs, and then said, go now. I will be in later. Half an hour later, I entered the bedroom. Bill was sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around his cock. I asked him, What is wrong Bill? You seem distracted. He said, I dont know what happened. I came in here and a few minutes later, my cock got hard, and now about every 3 minutes, I have an orgasm, and I can not seem to stop it. I made a silent gesture, and his cock returned to its normal state. I said to him, My spell works, just as I wanted it to. Say nothing to anyone about it. I will let people know about it at the right time. He replied, Lover, I should have known that you did it to me. The next three months went by rapidly. Mom and Dad were ready for their initiation. I with Ophelias help, made some changes in the routine. She was not happy with the changes, but I had not told her why I wanted the changes. I did ask her to start the proceedings by telling everyone about the spell that let me know I was pregnant, how many kids, their sexs, and who the fathers were. The evening of 30 October, I gave dad a drink of lemon aid, that had enough Viagra in it to keep an elephant hard for a day, a compound that would make his sperm 10 times more powerful than normal, and the knock out drops that would put him under my command. I then took moms drink up to her. Hers had an aphrodisiac, that would keep her horny for several hours. It also contained a compound that would make her egg 10 times more likely to be germinated, and also the knock out drops. By this time, Dad was powerless, and I went down and put a dog collar on him, with a leash. Back upstairs, I put one on mom as well, and lead her on all fours, down stairs. There I got dads leash and put him on all fours, and lead them out of the house. They were of course naked. Dads cock was getting hard as he went along. Moms tits were almost touching the ground under her, and now and then a blade of grass would touch a nipple and I could see her react, like maybe a man had lightly touched it. We stopped at Ophelias house, and she checked them over and approved of their condition. The two of us then walked the dogs to the Coven House. Once inside, I took dad to a room, and Ophelia took mom to another one. Ophelia placed mom in a chair, just as Damion had done to me the year before. She could not move, her mouth was clamped open. Her legs were spread as wide as possible, and secured to the chair. Her hands and arms were secured to the chair as well, and a tight clamp was placed on each nipple. The clamps were then tied together with a heavy string, around her neck, which pulled her tits up under her chin. Another string was tied to the clamps and pulled around behind her causing her tits to be smashed against her chest, and the clamps had to hurt, as they were heavy duty alligator clips. Next, her hair was put in a pony tail, and pulled back and tied to the back of the chair so that her head could not move. I placed dad in a chair, with no arms. I took his hands and placed them behind his back, and tied them so that he had to lean against them. His head was then locked into place so he could not turn, or move it. His mouth was also clamped open so that he could not talk. Next his legs were spread as far apart as possible, and tied so they formed a v shape with his crotch, leaving that area freely accessible. He was then moved out onto the stage, behind the curtain, but close to the edge. Mom was kept in her room for the time being. She would regain the ability to hear and see before she was to be moved onto the stage. Dad would regain those abilities while on stage, shortly after we started. At ten minutes to midnight, Ophelia went through the center of the curtain to the front of the stage. She asked for quiet, and then said, Before the fun begins, I need to clear up a mistaken idea that many of you have. Ellie did not undermine my authority. I think we all agree that the most powerful witch should be Executive Witch, and Ellie is much more powerful than I. I have a recording I want to play for you. It was what first brought my attention to the fact that she is in fact the most powerful witch I have ever seen. She then played a tape of Ellie telling her that she was pregnant, with 2 boys and 2 girls, and the names of the fathers. Once the tape was over, she stated, This tape was made 2 days after her initiation last year. That is why she is now the Executive Witch. She has made a few changes to the ceremony, but I think you will enjoy it. Ophelia went back through the curtain, and then the curtain opened, with Roger sitting facing the audience. Ellie was whispering into his ear, and then stood up and said, Greetings, my fellow witches and warlocks. I hope you enjoy tonights program. When the curtain opened, I was finishing an enchantment, and you will see the results within a minute or two. As you can plainly see Roger has a very big cock and it is very hard. In a few seconds, it will spurt out three short shots of cum. About that time the first spurt went up from his cock into the air. There was a murmur from the audience. Ellie continued, Every two minutes, until I give the cancel command, this will continue. Since Roger is my father, I like most daughters would have loved to have him fuck me when I was a teenager. Now, I am going to make that happen, and with luck I will have his child. Ellie then backed between his legs, facing the audience. She took hold of his cock and forced it into her pussy, and sat down on it, until it was fully inside of her. She then said, I will set with his cock inside my womb for a few minutes, I hope you enjoy seeing me fucking my dad. When the cum starts dripping out of me, I will go to the next part of this program. It took about 8 minutes before cum could be seen dripping out of Ellies cunt. She then stood up and said, Gentlemen, please bring out our next attraction. Damion picked up Karen Cross, who was still not awake yet, which was deliberate. Ellie said, Karen Cross, will be 12 in two days, so she is making her debut tonight. She is a true virgin. I will be placing her on Rogers cock and getting it inside of her. Once her hymen is broken, I will carefully insert his cock as far into her as I think she can take. Karen was starting to wake up, but was still groggy. Ellie put Karens pussy lips at her dads cock, and very slowly pushed down on her shoulders. She could see that Karen was gritting her teeth, and she quietly whispered to her, are you all right? Karen gritted her teeth and nodded her head yes. The head of Rogers cock was about halfway into her pussy lips when it touched her hymen. Karen again gritted her teeth, and shook her head yes, so Ellie put a lot of pressure on her shoulders, and all of a sudden, Karen dropped about 4 inches as his cock entered her, and came to rest on her cervix opening. Karen shook her head yes, to indicate that she was ok, and Ellie let go of her, and moved so that the audience could see that Roger was indeed inside of her. Ellie said, Since this is her first time, we are going to leave her on him until she requests to be taken off, as she can not get off of him with out help. While she is getting her first cock massage, you witches should be getting lined up in age order, youngest first, for your time with him. Dont worry he will cum every 3 minutes, until I stop the spell, so you will all get a chance for him to make a baby in you. Karen was wiggling around on Rogers cock, and suddenly she dropped another 3 inches, as her cervix opened up and his cock was fully inside of her womb. She got at least 2 full shots of sperm inside her uterus, before she was removed from him. While the witches were lining up and sitting on Rogers cock, Karen was placed in a chair, with her legs spread as wide as possible, and tied into place. Her torso was tied to the chair and her hands were fixed at her sides. Once she was in position, Ellie told the guys to line up in age order, but put Bill in front of the few that were younger than him. He was to get to fuck her first, after Roger. When one of the young men said something, he said, Privilege of being Executive Warlock. No one else questioned it. While the witches were impaling themselves on Rogers cock, the warlocks were fucking Karen, like there was no tomorrow. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree each time a new cock entered her. Once all the witches had finished with Roger, and the warlocks were finished with Karen, Karen was again placed on Rogers cock, but this time, she was tied in place. She could move up and down a bout an inch or two, but could not get his cock out of her pussy, not that she wanted to. Now Shelias chair was moved to center stage. She had not been able to see what had gone on prior to that time, but now she could see Karen tied onto her husbands lap, and his cock inside of her. She tried to say something, but the clamps on her mouth would not let her, just as Roger has been unable to utter a word, either. Now all the warlocks were again in age order, but Bill was in age position also. Each one deep throat-ed her and came in her mouth and/or throat. Bill used her mouth as a pussy and fucked her really good. Once all of them had used her mouth as a pussy, they again lined up on her to fuck her. When Bills turn came he not only fucked her, he played with her clit while doing so, and you could see her face light up as he did. Once everyone had fucked Shelia, Karen was again taken off of Roger. This time, she was tied to Bill, with his cock inside of her. Shelia was then put on Rogers cock and tied into place, with him still spurting cum every three minutes into her. I then said, Witches, I want the three youngest of you to come up here. Once they were on stage, I said, I want each of you to select the warlock that you would like to give you a baby, but it cannot be your warlock, but anyone else who is not already engaged. It can be your dad, brother, cousin, or any other. Warlocks, if you are selected, you WILL be with that witch for the rest of tonight. I kept bringing them up three at a time. Someone said that I was not in the age order, and I replied, Ophelia and I will be the last two to select, and I will take whoever is the last warlock without a partner for tonight. I did go over to dad and remove the spell so that he was not producing so much cum. It was getting quite messy below his chair. I ended up with Bills dad, one I had only fucked at my initiation. He said to me, When you took Bill, I figured that you only fucked the young ones. Now I see that you are one of the biggest sluts in NudWitch. I said to him, I hope you are right. I love to fuck, anyone, and I wouldnt mind it every warlock here got me pregnant. And by the way, I am very fertile tonight, so do your best. Two days later I went to each witch, starting with mom and asked if they wanted me to find out if they were pregnant, and if so, the sex and father of the child. Mom said, Just for giggles and grins, tell me what you think. I used my spell on her, and said, Yes you are pregnant with my little brother, and his father is Damion. I want you to remember that, and see if I am correct. Ophelia is pregnant with Bills dad daughter, Karen is pregnant with dads son, and Bills daughter. Some did not want to know, and others did, and I told them. I my self was again pregnant, this time it was just 2 girls, one was dads, and the other was Bills dads. I can hardly wait for next years initiations. Comments and suggestions are always welcome [email protected]

The Guy Coffin Story TEACHER by JSR Sandra and I left her parents house, and headed for mine. We were both still nude, and she was clinging to me all the way. She said, I am apprehensive about meeting your family this way. I said, No problem, most likely they will all be asleep when we get there. After all it is now 2PM. However, when we got to the house, I noted that there were lights on downstairs. I said, Looks like I was wrong, someone is still up. We will leave your clothing in the car, and take care of it tomorrow. We then entered the front door, and was almost immediately surrounded by Mable, Alma, Gloria and Sally, all wanting to know why I was so late, and why was Sandra with me. I said, Go into the living room and give us a minute, then I will tell you everything. Once they were in the living room, Sandra ask, You are not going to tell them everything, are you? I said, All except that you and I can read minds. Trust me! Once we entered the living room, I had Sandra stand next to me, and I said, I suppose you have all guessed that this is Sandra. She will be with us for at least a week. Her parents, are swingers, and wanted her out of the house so that they could host a swingers party. And to answer your next questions, NO I have not fucked Sandra. You will treat her like she is one of the family, and I know that we will all get along very well. Sandra, this is my family/harem. Welcome to our home, and I sincerely hope that you will enjoy your visit. Now she and I are open to any questions. Sandra interrupted me, and said, Guy has told me of way this house functions. I have no intentions of changing your life style, and I hope I can fit in with all of you. I know all of the name, but please each one as you ask a question of me, tell me your name, so I can match names and people together. Mable said, I am Mable, the woman of the house. I have no questions yet, but may later. Sandra said, Thank you Mable, I know that you are Guy's mother. Alma then said, I am Alma, I take care of the finances for the harem. Since there are two families represented here, I prefer to call our group a harem. I also may have questions later. Alma, I understand that you are quite the financial wizard, maybe I can learn from you. Your are Sallies mother, and Mables best friend. I also understand that you are carrying Guy's first child. Congratulations. Gloria then said, I am Gloria. Do you love my brother? That is all it takes to be welcome in this family. Again Sandra said, Thank you Gloria. You are as lovely as you mother, Mable. And yes I truly do love Guy. Sally then said, I guess that you now know that I am Sally. With you here, am I going to loose my spot as Guy's girlfriend? Sally, Sandra said, Outside of this compound, I want you to continue to be Guy's girlfriend. Here, I just want to be a member of the family, and may someday want to marry Guy. I hope that we can be friends. You are also as lovely as you mom. I should be so lucky to look like any of you. Sally said, Sandra, you are every bit as lovely as Mable and Alma. Guy has the best looking harem in the world, and you complement it very well. Since no one ask, I will tell you why I am here. First, I wanted to meet this family. Guy has been very lacking in talking about it. Second, I am trying to see if I can fit into this unusual family/harem. And third my parents are swingers, and sent me here to get me out of the way. They want to have some swingers parties at our house, but I was always an obstacle. By coming here, I kill two birds with one stone. I am out of their way, and I get to see first hand how this family works. My family is also nudists, so this is no a problem for me. I truly think I can fit in, and will grow to love all of you as you love each other. Please be a little tolerant of me until I learn all the rules. Sally spoke up and said, It might get a little awkward, with me being his official girlfriend, and you being his actual girlfriend, but I am sure we can work it out. I then said, Sally, whenever I go out here in town, you will be with me. When Sandra and I go out, we go out of town so no one knows us, and it does not create a problem. As far as bedrooms, Sandra can take mine, or one of the empty ones. She is not yet on the pill, so will not be in the rotation list yet. Beside she is only going to be here for a week. Gloria, you are now on the list, and I will be be taking your cherry tonight. Sally, your cherry gets taken tomorrow night, after we get back from the movies. We have to keep up our dating even more with Sandra here I said. Now I think it is time for all of us to go to bed. Sally will you help Sandra pick a room, and get her stuff put in it? Mable, and Alma, good night. Gloria, I will be in your room in a few minutes, so get ready for me. I am going to take a shower, and everyone should be settled in for the night by the time I get done. I then kissed Alma, Mable, Gloria, and Sally. When it came to Sandra, we made out for several minutes before I would let her go. After my shower, the house was quiet, and the only light on was in Glorias room. I slowly walked to her room, trying to give her time to get ready for her big night. I entered the room, and she was laying on the bed with her legs spread so that I could see her pussy. I left the light on, and went strait to the bed. She ask, Are you going to turn the light off? I said, No, I want to see you and your reactions while I am making love to you. Also, I think you might want to see what I am doing to you, as well as feel what I am doing. I had Gloria lay on her side, and I laid down beside her, so that we could do a '69'. As she started working my cock, I put my head between her legs, and started kissing and licking her slit, making sure that I hit her clit as well and her vaginal opening. I kept eating her pussy as she sucked my cock. It took no time at all before she was having an orgasm. It was a small one, but by the time she had my cock ready to cum, she had 2 more, each one stronger than the last. I told her that I was going to cum, and she pulled my cock completely into her mouth and throat. I fired several blasts of cum into her stomach. She had been holding her breath while I was cumming in her throat, and when I puled out of her mouth, she was gasping for breath. I ask her why she did that and she said, I wanted to deep throat you, in payment for you taking my cherry. I said, I haven't taken it yet! Gloria replied, No but you are about to. I have always heard about having my pussy eaten, but you give it a whole new meaning. That was great, now please make a woman of me. I warned her that it might hurt for a short time, so I would take it slow and easy. She said, NO, not slow and easy, Fast and Hard, I can take it. I ask Are you sure? She said, Yes, get it over with fast. So I put my cock at the entrance to her vagina, and said, OK here it comes fast and hard. With that I shoved it into her as hard as I could. My momentum kept me plunging forward, until I was completely inside of her. She let out a loud cry, and then was all right. Mable and Sandra heard her cry, and came to see if she was all right. By the time they had reached the door, I was stroking at a fairly fast pace. Mable said, Did you have to hurt her? Gloria, between gasps, said, I told him to do it fast and hard, and he sure did. It feels great now. Go back to bed. Sandra ask, Gloria, do you mind if I stay and watch? I have never seen it done before? Gloria said, If Guy doesnt car, then neither do I. I replied, I left the lights on so you could if you wanted to. Gloria was shouting, Faster, harder, I won't break, Fuck me a baby, brother, I want it. She then had a very heavy orgasm, just as I was getting ready to cum in her. I shot several heavy spurts into her womb. I just laid on top of her for a while, her eyes had rolled back up into her head. About the time my cock came out of her, she had come to. Sandra was standing by her head looking concerned. When Gloria opened her eyes, she saw the look on Sandras face, and said, When your turn comes, I hope he sends you to heaven like he just did to me. Sandra then said to me, Will you sleep with me and hold me? I said, I usually sleep with the one I fuck, but if Gloria doesnt mind, I will. Gloria said, Normally I would, but since this is her first night here, I think it would help her immensely to have you at her side tonight. But next time, I want you all night. Sandra and I went to 'her' room. In bed, I held her, with her nipples boring holes in my chest, and we both went to sleep. When I awoke, Sandra was giving me a blow job. When she saw that I was awake, she said, Good morning. This is a thank you for making me feel welcome. I hope that Gloria is not put out, for you leaving her last night. I replied, Not this time, but if it happens again, she will be furious. I hope you like your breakfast. All of my ladies seem to like give me a morning blow job, and it is a great way for me to start my day. Just remember that today, I have to spend most of it with Sally, and keep up the pretense that she is my girlfriend. Since this was Saturday, Sally and I went to the mall, where a lot of the kids spent their day. I had her wear a short, short skirt, crotchless panties, no bra and a blouse that had an extremely low neckline. Most of her breasts could be seen, and the nipples were just barely hidden. A sudden move, left or right would temporally expose a nipple. Three of her girlfriends joined us, and we found our way to Fredricks of Hollywood's shop. There the girls looked at some very sexy clothing, and Sally decided to buy a bra that allowed her nipples to stick through. Then she bought a very sheer blouse in the same color as the bra. The girls with her ask if she where she would wear such a combination, and she said, To school, where else? You would not dare, they said. See if I don't on Monday, she answered. When the girls boyfriends showed up, the first thing they noticed was the very short skirt, and the crotchless panties that Sally was wearing, and began kidding their girlfriends. All three of the girls ended up buying similar panties, and the boys made them promise that they would wear them to school. After a light lunch at the mall, we all ended up at The Dinner. When we entered, our favorite waitress was there, and brought a large soda with two straws, when she came to our table. While Sally and I were sucking on the straws, I would reach over and pull her tits out of her blouse. The girls sitting with us would blush, and their boyfriends would try to get them to unbutton their blouses. One of the girls finally let her boyfriend unbutton her blouse, then he pulled one boob out of her bra. She looked at Sally and said, Why should Sally be the only one having fun, as she pulled the other boob out. I looked at her and smile, and said, Nice tits, and your nipples are already hard. Welcome to the emancipated group. While the other girls would not let their boobs be seen, they were allowing their boyfriends to play with them for the first time. All of the boys were in seventh heaven, and everyone agreed that it felt good. The girls were smiling, so everyone was happy. When we got home that evening, the four ladies were playing cards, so I said, You all know that this is Sallies night, so we will adjourn to her room next door. See you all in the morning. With that Sally and I went to her room for the night. Entering her room, I ask, Lights on or off? She said, On so I can see what you are doing to me. Then I ask, Curtains open or closed? She said, What difference does that make? I answered, So the people across the street can see us or not. She said, Open. I then ask, Hard and fast, or slow and easy? She answered, Slow and easy at first. I then said, Ok we will start with the 69 position, to get both of us ready. She said, I am ready now. I answered, Not mentally ready, physically ready. I laid beside her and turned her on her side facing me, then I laid down with my cock in her face, and said, Give me a blow job, and lift your one leg, so I can get my face on your pussy. I put my mouth on her pussy and started licking her up and down. She started cumming almost immediately, and tasted delicious. I kept eating her pussy, until she had made me cum, and she had swallowed it all. Then I started kissing her higher and higher. When I got to her tits, I spent quite a bit of time licking and sucking her nipples, before I continued kissing up to her mouth. I then french kissed her, and had her direct my cock to her vaginal opening. I slowly entered her, and had my cock head just about fully into her, when I touched her hymen. This sent a violent shiver up her body. I slowly put more pressure on her hymen, and she told me that it hurt quite a bit. I said, It feels like your hymen is quite thick. It will probably hurt a lot when it breaks, so be prepared. It will only hurt for a short time, and I will take it slow until you are adjusted to me. She answered, Do what ever it takes, but get the dammed thing out of the way. I kept slowly pushing on her hymen, but it was not moving, so I said, I am going to have to hit it hard so I can break it, sorry, it will hurt a lot for a minute or so. I then pulled back to where just my cock head was about half way into her, then I dropped my full weight onto her. Her hymen stopped me for just a second or two, and she screamed as it broke. By the time I could get stopped, I was almost all the way inside of her. I said, When you are ready, let me know, I will just stay like this until you say it is ok to go further. She was crying, and said, It really hurt bad, but it is now easing off, go ahead and fuck me. At that, I slowly pushed the rest of my cock inside of her, and as I bottomed out, I felt my cock touch her cervix. Holding still for a few seconds, I then started pulling out of her. She cried and said, Don't take it out. I said, Just getting it ready to start stroking in and out of you, don't worry. I started pumping at a very slow rate, so as to not irritate her broken hymen to much, but about every other stroke I would speed up just a tad. After about 3 minutes, I was up to a normal speed, and kept it pretty regular for a time. Her body was responding quickly and she had 3 orgasms before I began to pound her very hard. When I was getting ready to cum, I started pounding her fast and ferrous for the last few seconds, then I stopped with my cock against her cervix, and shot 5 or 6 heavy loads into her uterus. Oh, that feels so good, Sally said. I laid on top of her and was letting my cock come out on its own, when she said, I am so sleepy, I can't keep my eyes open. I said, Go to sleep, when my cock is recharged, I will fuck you again, and it will probably wake you up. I think she was asleep before I had finished saying that. About an hour later, I put my cock back into her, and started fucking her again. She woke up and said,That feels heavenly. and went back to sleep. She did not have an orgasm this time, and again I gave here several shots of cum. I went to sleep still on top of her. A couple of hours later I awoke with a hard on. I figured it was a piss hard on, but decided to go ahead and fuck her. This time she did not wake up, and I only had a small amount of cum to put inside of her. I then went to the bathroom, and spent several minutes until I could piss. In the morning, Sally woke up and was giving me a blow job, which awoke me. Once she had finished, she ask me if I had fucked her after the first time. I said, Yes the second time, you awoke enough to know I was fucking you, but the third time, you did not even know I was in the room. Monday, as the 4 of us were biking to school, Sandra said, This is the first day of the new semester, I wounder what our new US History teacher will be like. I answered, Probably a 60 year old man with a mustache, horned rimmed glasses, and limps with both legs. Every one laughed at that, but agreed he/she would be a pain. The period just before lunch was US History. Sandra and I sat in our usual seats, like we did not associate with each other. There was no teacher in the class, and the bell rang for class to start. The door opened, and the principal entered, and said that our new teacher was outside, and he wanted to say a few words before we met her. I thought an old maid with buck teeth. He said that this was her first teaching job, and we should be on our best behavior. Help her all you can, and please be nice to her, do not treat her like you did Mr. Calvin. We all laughed, and he walked to the door and opened it and motioned for her to come in. When she entered the room, you could have heard a pin drop. She was drop dead gorgeous. She looked to be about 25. I couldn't see why we had not seen her as the centerfold in Playboy or Hustler. Either one would have sold out all the copies in an hour. This is Miss Lynda Fortune, and she is our new history teacher. Miss Fortune, they are all yours, and good luck. As the principal left the room, she said, As the principal just said, my name is Miss Fortune. This is my first teaching job. I graduated last fall, and this was the first opening for a history teacher, so I guess you are stuck with me. Every one snickered. I will try to learn all of your names as quickly as I can, but for the first few days, when ever I call on you, or you ask a question, please state your name first, then your answer, or question. Do that for me and it will help me to remember who is who. She spent the rest of the class learning names, and where we were in our studies. All of us boys had a hard time concentrating. We were looking at her big boobs, and her small waist. Her legs were also great to see. The next couple of days, she gave us some tests so that she could assess each individual, and see how we stacked up against the evaluations of our former teacher. Once she had graded the tests, she passed them back to each of us with written information on them as to how she perceived our progress. On mine, she had written When I saw in the grade book that you had a perfect 100% on all tests, I was frankly suspicious, however you have also aced each test that I have given. I want to see you after class tomorrow. When I checked with Sandra, she had a similar note on hers. After class the next day, both Sandra and I stayed behind to see what Miss Fortune wanted. When the last student had left the room, she ask me to close the door. Then she had both Sandra and I to sit right in front of her desk. Once everyone was where she wanted us, Miss Fortune said, I was talking to the principal, about grading papers, and ask if it were permissible for me to have a student help me grade them. His answer was, Yes. He did however tell me it should be the one student that has the best grades. There in lies my quandary. Both of you have a 100% average, so I must figure out which of you is to help, if you are so inclined. I spoke up and said, Why not each one of us take a different week, and alternate helping you with this task. Miss Fortune said, Now why did I not think about that! Sandra spoke up and said, Just let Guy do it all, I have other things on my mind, and would rather not do it. I hope you understand that it has nothing to do with either one of you. I gave her a strange look, and she nodded her head yes. Miss Fortune said, Well Sandra if you would rather not do it, that's all right, so I will ask Guy, will you be willing to help me out? Sandra was slowly nodding her head yes, so I said, I would be honored to help you in anyway I can. When do you want me to start? She answered, How about tomorrow, It will take up part of your lunch time, but I can always have the staff bring us a lunch here while we work. Is that agreeable with you? I answered, Fine by me. And thank you for asking me. At home, when I had a chance to talk to Sandra, with out anyone else around, I ask her, Why did you not want to take that job helping Miss Fortune? She answered, I looked into her mind, and she was hoping that you would take it. She seems to be attracted to you, and from the looks of her, she would make an excellent addition to our harem. You will have to be careful how you proceed, but I think she is doable. I take it then that you intend to say with us? Yes, but we will have to convince my parents to let me do so. That may take some doing. A short time later the phone rang, and it was for Sandra. She picked up the receiver and said, hello. Oh hi mom. Is everything all right? You do? What did dad say? It was his idea? This is a sudden change from usual, are you sure? Ok I will give you a call. Tell dad I love him, and you to. Bye bye. We went back up to her room, and she said, Mom and dad have decided that I should stay here for as long as I want to, or as long as your mom will let me. Very strange behavior for them. I must have had a shit eating grin on my face, as she looked up at me, she suddenly put her hands over her mouth, and shook her head. She reached out to me and whispered, I forgot that you can also read minds, and you can also plant ideas in heads from a distance. You engineered this, didn't you? I said, Is it not want you wanted? I said I would never read your mind unless you ask me to, but I did not say anything about your parents. With that, she pulled me to her and started kissing me. I said, Look out, I might just for get that you are not on the pill yet. By the way when is your appointment? She said, Tomorrow after school. Mom has already talked to the Dr. so she will not question my asking for them. Good, now back to the other conversation, let me take the lead in getting this done, I will take it very easy this semester, but next fall, I will start working her into the group. I will try to do it without planting any suggestions in her mind, but I will if I have to. I want to see that body very much, and she can also give us kids, and home school them for us. Yes dear, I won't interfere, and will let you handle it. By the way how are things going with you and Miss Fortune? I answered, Lynda and I are getting along very well, and she seems to be pleased with my work. Oh, so it is now Lynda, and not Miss Fortune? I said, She felt that since we were working as colleagues, that I should call her Lynda, but only when we are alone. Great, Ill bet you are in her pants before the semester is over, said Sandra. I doubt that, I said, but defiantly before the end of the first semester of next year. A month later, the morning I told Sandra, You are now included in the rotation, this is your day. Sandra said, You did not have to wait, I would not have worried if I had gotten pregnant. I answered, While you are in school, I will not have you thrown out, because you are pregnant. Now, I will say that next year, the last month of school, you can throw away the pills, because I intend to have you pregnant as soon as possible after school is out. She ask, What about Gloria and Sally? I said, They stay on the pill until the end of their senior year. It was about this time that Alma came in and said, My water broke a few minutes ago, it's time to go to the hospital. I said, sorry but you all are going to have a very natural child birth. We will try to find a midwife to come here to help, but that is all. Alma said, You said that before, and I thought you were kidding, but knowing you I do have one on call, so here is her number. I will be in my room, if I can get up the stairs again. Sandra said, Guy, call the number, and I will her get back to her room, and stay until the midwife gets here. I called the number, and she said it would take her about 20 minutes to get here. I told her it was ok as she had a woman with her now. An hour and a half, my son Albert was born. He was a little chunky but otherwise was pretty good looking. Hopefully he would loose the chunkiness as he grew. Of course all of the other wives were jealous of Alma, for having the first baby, but they all loved him. I told Alma, and the rest, that all the babies were to be breast fed for as long as they wanted to suck a tit, and I would be having my share of mothers milk as well. Alma said, You want to use us as cows? My tits will stay at L cups for a long time then, and girls, you can all expect to go up a cup size or two. Mable said, My tits are already at a J cup size. We are going to have trouble getting bra's large enough, but what fun we will have. I have always wanted to nurse a baby in public, and now it seems like I have no choice, but I have learned to love showing off my body to others. Our master is the greatest, and we all will be better women for having him. Mable was about 6 weeks from her due date. Sally was upset, saying, It isn't fair, he won't let me, Gloria, or Sandra have a baby. I wish I had never given my pledge! Mable spoke up and said, Sally, he is doing it for your own good. What would happen to you if he let you have a baby, then something happened to him. If you did not finish school, do you know the consequences? I'll tell you, You would have a hard time until you could find (if you could find) a man that would take you and someone else's baby? You might never find such a man. Now I think that you should first apologize to our master, then individually to each of your sister wives. Sally turned to me and said, Master, I am sorry, I was just blowing off steam, I know that you are looking out for our welfare, and I appreciate it. Please for give me. I answered, Sally, I think I know how you feel, but as Mable said, it is for your welfare that I hold back, but when the time comes, I will be more than happy to see you pregnant with our child. You see even though Alma is Alberts mother, he belongs to all of us, to care for and to teach him as he grows up. When you do have a baby, the same rules will apply and all of us will take care of him/her the same way. Sally then went to each of the four other females, and apologized to them, saying that she had been out of line and would not recant her oath. Just before school was out, Mable gave birth to twins, even though they were a boy and a girl, they looked identical. Other than their sex organs, I could not tell them apart. They were named Betty and Bill. I said in a joking manner, We need more girls, the boys will have to take turns, unless we do! Both Alma and Mable said, Well the man determines the sex so you had better tell those balls of yours to start producing male sperm. We all had a big laugh over that. Near the end of school, I ask Lynda what she had planned for the summer, and she said that she was going to take her dream trip, and go surfing in Hawaii. I said, I will miss working for you, I have enjoyed our conversations as well. She said, Don't let anyone know, but I was able to get you and Sandra in my World History class next year, so we can work together again. The last day of class, Lynda ask me to stay for a couple of minutes. When the last student had left, she went to the door, shut it and locked it. When she came back to where I was standing she put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, with lots of tongue. She said, I have been wanting to do that for a while now, I hope you enjoyed it, please do not let anyone know, or I could loose my job. I said Lynda, I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now, but I did not want to put your job in jeopardy. She said, It feels like you would also like to give me something else as well. Maybe next year! I smiled and said, That would be heaven, I have a hard time keeping my hard on from showing in this class. She laughed and said, I have noticed that. Have a great summer, and we have a lot to look forward to this fall. She then kissed me again, and said, Wipe the lipstick off of your mouth before you go into the hall. When we all got home from school, all five of the ladies were there, along with the three babies, and me. Alma ask, Have you given any thought as to what the harem is going to do this summer? I said, Yes, I have it all worked out. Reservations have been made, and all we have to do now is to show up day after tomorrow. Everyone wanted to know where we were going and were all talking at once. I took a whistle out of a drawer on the end table and blew it loudly. That silenced everyone, and I said, We are going to the Shady Acres Dude Ranch. Sandra gave me a dirty look and ask, Have you ever been there? No, I said, but I have it on good authority that it is a place we will like. She said, You know that you have to be a member to get in, or be with someone who is a member. Alma said, You seem to know about it, will you tells us what you know? She answered, There is horseback riding, swimming, and hiking. Like the name says, most of the area is tree covered so they call it Shady Acres. It is very exclusive, and only 100 people can be there at one time. Since you are not members, I would like to know how you could get reservations. I said, First, why don't you tell us how you know so much about it. Sandra looked at everyone, and said, Guy knows that my family are nudists, and my dad is a member..YOU didn't.did you? I smiled and ask, I didn't what? She said You got together with my parents, and went behind my back to find out about it. I said, I did talk to your mom and ask where they usually went on vacation, and she told me. I told her that that sounded interesting, and she ask if my family might want to go. She also said that you always seemed to enjoy being there. I said that we would be interested, and that there would be 5 females, one man (me) and three babies. She said, I will add Mac and myself and make the reservations for 6, 2 and three. I talked to her three days ago, and they have rented a large limo to take us all there. All we have to bring is ourselves. The limo will be here about 8am day after tomorrow. She did say to bring plenty of diapers and food for the babies. When I told her that they are being breast fed, she thought that was great. Sandra said, But now they will know what we are doing. I said, Sandra, my love, They have known from the start. I was just told not to let you know that they did, but now it makes no difference, as they will be with us. You are a rat, but I love you very much, said Sandra, as she smiled and kissed me. I said, Right now, I need some milk, which of you two ladies is going to give me a nipple? Mable said, It will have to be Alma, as both of mine are in use. Our twins are very hungry for some reason, today. I sat next to Alma, and put a nipple in my mouth and started sucking. I was getting addicted to mothers milk. I took about of the milk from that nipple, and then reached over to Mable, and picked up Betty and put her on that nipple, while I took her place on Mables now free nipple. Each of the three girls also sampled the milk from both of the mothers. I looked at Mable and ask, Why did you stop Gloria and I from nursing? She answered, Your dad did not think it was proper to nurse you in public. Actually I think he did not want anyone to see my tits, and used that as an excuse. I then ask Alma, Why did you stop Sally from nursing? She said, I listened to my mother and she said it should be stopped when the baby was big enough to drink from a glass. You probably don't remember, but Sally nursed until she was 3 years old, but I very seldom let her nurse when you were around, because of your father. If he had not been around, I would have also let you and/or Gloria nurse as well. There is nothing I like better than the feel of some one sucking my nipples and drinking my milk, with the exception of a good fucking. When we were alone for a few minutes, Sandra said, You know that you will have to allow dad to fuck all of us! I said I had assumed as much, since I will be fucking your mother. I also understand that any consenting female over 16 is fare game. It sounds like a lot of fun, and you girls will have the chance to have other guys fuck you. That will give you a good comparison as to how good or bad I am. I would not normally let other guys fuck you girls, but a vacation like this does not come around very often. I do not plan on joining the club, but thought it might be a treat for you girls, to try someone different. It could change some minds about the harem. I hope not but it could happen. And to answer your unasked question, NO I did not use my power to get them to agree. To the vacation, nor getting you to live here. In reality it was your mothers suggestion, and your dad agreed, so that their activities would not corrupt you, but of course my activities have corrupted you any way. I do love you very much, and I still plan on us getting married right after graduation. Sandra said, I am glad to hear that, I thought you might be trying to get rid of me, or one/both girls. I know that they will not leave the harem, just as I will never leave you voluntarily. Thank you, my love for understanding. Mable and Alma, will probably not understand, but they will get over it. Having my babies, ties them to me, and eventually you, Gloria and Sally will be tied to me by the same process. I really love all five of you, and if I can get Lynda in we will have a teacher, and more children. I will have to be looking around for a nurse, said Sandra. What for, I ask? Silly, to take care of your pregnant wives, and fixing up the kids skinned up knees, etc. And of course to have more babies. I said, I am going to be so tired of fucking, that I won't be able to move. Exactly my idea, said Sandra, we will put you in a bed, and then take turns making you fuck us all day. I said, Lots of luck on that one, no man could survive that, not with even just the 5 of you now. Everyone was ready when Mac and Dora showed up for the drive to the Dude Ranch. It was late afternoon when we arrived. The following day, was spent seeing all of the activities that were available. Alma and Mable oped to stay at the pool, because of the babies. The other 6 of us went horseback riding among the many trees. After about 3 hours of this, the four women decided that they should be riding side saddle, as the leather saddles, was chafing their pussies. Also, Mac and I would take turns having one of the ladies ride with us, facing us with our cocks inside of them. Their bouncing tits really felt good rubbing my chest. They thought it was a little uncomfortable, but kept asking for more, which we obliged. Some days we would all just wander around in the forest, of foot. When ever we found a good clearing, we would spend some time there fucking the girls. We also found a clearing with a stream running through it, and spent some time in the water. Other days we would all go our separate ways, and find other people to fuck. We found that a fair percentage of the unattached females, were there just for the fucking they could get, and some of them even said that they wanted to get pregnant, and were fucking as many men as they could, so no one would be known as the father of their child. Those that wanted me to use condoms, I stayed away, I hate using them. This camp was pretty laid back, and almost anything was ok, except forcing yourself onto some one. Several times I had a threesome with another guy, and a girl. Twice I had a threesome with two girls. I did of course take time each day to get my mothers milk from Alma and Mable. I was always careful not to take to much, as the kids were almost drinking them dry each day. Everyone had a great time, and the month went very fast. On the way home Mac ask me if I was going to join, and I said, It was a great time, but I don't think that it is for us, so I will pass on that invitation. Then in front of everyone, he ask me, When are you going to get my little girl pregnant? I answered, Not until she has finished High School, and then I will be keeping her pregnant, as often as I can. Good, he said, If you hadn't come along when you did, I would have had her pregnant by now, but I can understand why you want to wait. He then turned to her and said, My sweet child, you have chosen a very honorable man, but when you start, I want a lot of grand kids. Her answer was, Thank you, daddy, and I fully intend to have as many kids as Guy can give me. Continued in CheerLeader

Bobs Story 11 By JSR The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. The SAP program was going great in the Red Line School System, then Bob got a call from Pat in Cleartown. She needed to see him ASAP. Since she sounded a little frantic, PC went with him to see her. In her office, she was setting on a chair beside the desk. Her 7 months pregnant belly was keeping her from being able to set at the desk properly. When Bob and PC walked in, she was almost in tears. She looked up and said, Thank God you are here. Yesterday morning, my baby doctor told me I would not be aloud to work any more, until after the baby was 6 weeks old. I dont know what to do. PC asked her, Have you let anyone see just how the programs is scheduled to progress? Only my parents, She replied. I felt that since Bob knew them, and got along with them that it would be ok. All right, other than that, how is everything? It has been a while since I read your last report, said PC. It has been going very well. Almost no complaints from students or parents. A couple of teachers quit, because of it, but they were replaced almost at once. Dad called in a couple of retired teachers that wanted to be useful again. Both are working out very well. However since the Dr. told me I had to quit work for 5 to 8 months, who can take my place? cried Pat. Bob said, Let me think about it for a few minutes. You two talk, and I am going to take a short walk, so I can think without distractions. Once outside the office, Bob searched for a specific mind. When he found it, he carefully did some prying into that persons ideals, and checked for anything that might interfere with his idea. Once he had confirmed his idea, he sent a mental command for that person to come to Pats office within the next half an hour, and to be nude when entering the office. He then went back to the office, and said, Your temporary replacement will be here in about 20 minutes. And NO I am not going to tell you who it is. It will surprise you, when he/she gets here. PC looked at Bob with a question in her face, and he just shook his head no. Half an hour later, Caroline entered Pats office, as nude as the rest of them. Bob, looked at her and said, Caroline, glad you could make it. I suppose you know what Pats problem is, and I have picked you to be her temporary replacement, with her giving the directions that are needed. That should make her Dr. much happier. I would have had Joe do it, but he cannot be Principal, and run this program at the same time. Caroline said, I am honored that you remembered me. Pat and I will make a good team. Do I get a bracelet? PC said, Caroline, I am Angora (PC) Benson. Which would you prefer, an Adult sponsor, or a Workers bracelet? Caroline answered, I am glad to meet you PC, I have heard a lot about you. What is the difference in the two bracelets? PC replied, The Adult sponsor, is a helper, and strong supporter of the program. It can be taken off if you quit the program, when Pat is ready to resume work. The worker one, means that it cannot be taken off, and you will go to your grave nude. By all means, give me the Worker one, said Caroline. I will want my grandchild to know that I support her/him as I have supported Pat. On the drive back, PC said, I seen how you used this mind power to get Caroline to come and help out. It is going to be very useful when I learn more about how to use it. Does it take a lot of practice? Bob replied, Not a lot, but mostly you must formulate what you want to happen, before you make any adjustments or suggestions to the individual. Since I knew Caroline, it was easy, as she would do anything for Pat, Joe, or me for that matter. To start, you should probably try changing the behavior of Amos or Andy. Just small changes so you can learn how they affect the person you are working with. Also, you should not make changes that cannot be reversed, if it does not work out the way you want it to. That evening, Bob was having supper with PC and family. The phone rang, and Sarge picked it up. She looked at PC and said, It sounds like a computer voice, and wants to speak to SAP1. PC said, I will take it in my room. Hang up when you hear me pick up my phone, please. A minute or two later, Nancy put the phone back on the hook. She said, I guess it was for Mom. I know the program at school is called SAP, but why would someone want to be called SAP1? Bob said, Nancy, it is a code name for you mom. It makes it harder for someone who is not in the program to know who she is. My guess it is SAP4 calling with some information/instructions for your mom and/or me. A few minutes later, PC came back to the table. She simply said, Later, I will need to talk to you, Bob, before you leave to go home. Bob said, After we are done eating. I want to stop by and see Sarah Jane, before I go home tonight. PC asked, Is she pregnant yet? Or are you loosing your touch? Bob answered, Since last week, she is. She will be 6 months along for graduation. Nancy said, Bob, I want to be 8 months along for my graduation next year, and if you can time it right, I want to deliver a couple of days after graduation. Bob laughed, and said, You dont want much, do you. Maybe you can specify the exact hour that you will deliver, and put me into a real bind trying to satisfy you. Nancy said, If I thought it was possible, I would specify the exact minute, but we both know I cannot do that. Just do your best, which I know is very good. Bob then said, PC lets go to your room for that talk. Nancy, DO NOT try to listen in on this conversation. If you need to know anything about it, your mom or I will tell you. Once in her room, PC pulled Bob to her and kissed him. He asked her why she did, and she said, It is to congratulate you. You are now my boss, instead of me being your boss. This will take place when you go to see SAP4, as soon as the arrangements can be made, which will take a while. Bob asked her, Why are you being demoted, and why would it take a while to make transportation ready? PC said, I am not being demoted. You are being promoted above me, and I am glad that you are. It will be easier on me not to do the traveling. I would assume that we will still be a team, like we are now. As to the travel taking time to arrange, it gets very complicated. It is like we are spies, and making it look like we are going somewhere, but are really going somewhere else. Does that make sense? It makes some sense, but not much, Bob answered. PC said, When you leave here, you will check into the airline under your own name. They will give you an envelope, which you will not open until you are on the plane. In it, will be another ticket maybe air or maybe train, or bus. There will also be a new ID which you will use to check in for the next leg. You may do this several times before you reach your final destination. The return trip will be handled the same way. I do not know the final destination. It changes each time. At the final city, you will get a package telling you where to go for your hotel, and there you will get another one with just a name. That person will call you at the hotel and tell you what to do from there on. Bob said, Sure does sound like a spy running around. Is it really necessary? She answered, I guess it is. If this program fails, it is you and I that will have to take all the blame. They are trying to keep it out of the political arena, so we are expendable, but if it does not fail, we will get only part of the praise. I believe it was set up this way due to political pressure. Bob asked, Do you know who it is that you have been talking to? Is it someone I would know? And why havent you said before, who it is? She answered, Yes, I recognized the first person I saw, but I was warned several times to never reveal that persons name or position. The next person I saw, I have never seen or heard of, and is only known to me as SAP2. It is my understanding that you will be seeing some one higher yet, but I have no idea who it will be. Once the arrangements have been made, I will be contacted with the information for your first leg of the trip. From then on, it will be as I indicated before. My guess is that it will be about 2 months before graduation before you will be traveling, but that is only a guess. Bob said, I guess only time will tell. I need to be going now. I dont want it to be to late when I get to Sarah Janes house. I havent seen her for a couple of days now, so I am sure that she is wondering why I havent. PC said, Surly she keeps track of you. NO, Bob said, We never use our power to spy on each other, and you should not use yours to spy on Nancy, Me, or SJ or BS. When Bob pulled up into Sarah Janes driveway, there was a strange vehicle there. He wondered who it belonged to, as he had never seen it before. He entered the house and went to the living room. There was SJ, BS, E, George, and another lady that Bob did not know. Sarah Jane got up and rushed over to him and kissed him. I missed you, she said. George got up and went over to Bob and shook his hand, and said, Bob, Congratulations, of becoming engaged to Sarah Jane. I could not ask for a better son in law. Now I want you to meet my mistress. This lady is Kim Clark. Since you are not only engaged to my daughter, but my wife is also you mistress, we decided that she should join the family. So now you have 4 ladies in this house to fuck. And YES I have told her about you and that you are allowed to fuck any lady in the house. Bob went over to Kim and kissed her on the mouth and said, Welcome to this screwed up family, which I turned into a house of pleasure for George and myself. Kim said, George has told me all about you, and E, SJ and BS have all told me how good you make them feel. I can hardly wait until I get a chance to see that for myself, assuming that you want to. Kim was a natural blond, about 54 tall. She appeared to be about 30, and had tits that were almost perfect cones, with no sag. Her nipples were about of an inch wide and 1 in long. She shaved her pussy hair into an exclamation point. Her skin was almost pure white, indicating that she was not out side a lot. E said, Kim has worked as my nurse since she graduated from nursing school, and I think of her more like a sister than any thing else, so who better for George to be fucking, than my sister. Kind of like you, with Bobby Sue. Bob said, I am always happy to have another lovely woman to fuck. Kim you will find that I could sleep with a different woman every night of the month, and not have anyone of them more than once in that month. However, Sarah Jane is the exception. I love her dearly, and she will always come first. E, Bobby Sue, PC, Nancy are all next in line. I guess I will have to add you to the list. By the way I love the way your tits stick out in a cone shape. It is very sexy. Sarah Jane hit Bob on the shoulder, and said, and mine are not? Bob answered, Yours are very sexy and contain the milk I love to partake of. She smiled and said, You always know just what to say to make me happy. Bob said, I just stopped by to fill you in on what is happening. PC and I had to go to Cleartown. Pat had a mini crisis. We got it taken care of. When we got back PC received a phone call from SAP HQ. It seems that I have been promoted above PC, and she now reports to me. I will be having to do some traveling shortly. I do not have any particulars at this time, so dont know when and where I am going, nor how long I will be gone. It should be before school is out, and I am hopeful that I will be back for graduation. If not, I would appreciate it if one of you would video tape Sarah Janes portion of the ceremony for me. I want to see her pregnant belly as she gets her diploma. E said, Dont worry, I will tape the whole ceremony so that you can also see all the other nude girls getting their diplomas, as well. Bob said, I havent been home much lately, so I need to go see mom, dad, and Tom. With that, he took SJ in his arms and pulled her to him. He sucked each nipple for a second or two, then kissed her passionately. By the time he had finished kissing Sarah Jane, George had all of the others lined up for him to kiss and hug. Bobby Sue asked him to suck her nipples a little, which he did. E took his hand and pushed his fingers into her pussy while she kissed him. Kim knelt down and gave him a quick blow job, and said, Come back when you can spend some more time with me. George shook his hand and said, You will love her blow jobs. She is great. Bob left for home. There, he found that his dad was gone, but mom and his brother/son was taking a bath. He joined them in the bath tub. It was a tight squeeze, but he was able to get in, setting between his moms legs, and his brother now 2 years old was sitting on his cock. While Karen washed his back, he washed the baby, then she washed his chest and stomach. Then Karen and Bob changed positions, and he washed her back, and then her tits and stomach. Once the three of them were clean, Karen said, Tom needs to go to bed, and then we can talk. Bob took Tom up and put him in bed. He put his arms up, and Bob put his arms around him and hugged him. He, then kissed him good night and turned out the light. The house was dark except for Karens room, so Bob went there. Karen was laying on top of the bed, and she was still nude. Bob laid down beside her. She reached over and started playing with his cock, and said, Your Dad will not be home tonight. You can sleep with me, and let your wonderful cock fill my pussy with cum. I would like for you to give me another baby. Bob said, Mom, you know I will do what ever you want. If you want another baby, then we will have one. However I want you to be on top and impale yourself on me. Do what you want, this time I am your whore, and you are the master. Just let me suck your nipples while you fuck me. This may be our last chance for a while. After school is out, PC and I will be moving to another school district, where we will be to far away to drive each day. Karen gave him a blow job, but would not let him cum. She then got on her knees, and opened her pussy and slid down onto his cock until she had him fully inside of her. Bob reached up and pulled her down so that he could suck her nipples, while she raised her ass up and down to fuck him. Once he had cum in her, she laid on him and kept his cock inside of her until it was shriveled. With her weight on him, it could not come out of her pussy, and she went to sleep with it in her, but flaccid. Bob laid there and sucked her nipples as she softly snored. He finally put his nose between her tits, and went to sleep also. When Bob awoke the next morning, his morning hard on was now fully back inside of Karen. He laid still and when she awoke she started fucking him again. He said, There should be more mothers like you. If there were, there would never be any reason for anyone to get raped. He then kissed her, and rolled them over so that he was on top of her. He started pounding her like there was no tomorrow. This time when he was ready to cum, he forced his cock to her cervix opening, and all of the cum went into her womb. Even after his cock went soft, he kept it in her until he was sure she was pregnant. He then slowly came out of her, and said, Mark this date on the calendar, nine months from today. Our baby girl will be born that day. Karen laughed and said, Ok mister, but if I am not pregnant, I will tell Sarah Jane that you are shooting blanks and she will dump you. Bob said, Mom, I could be wrong, but so far, I have a 100% record of predicting the date and sex of the babies. Now who are we going to get to take the credit for this one? Karen said, Take me over to John and Lindas. I will get John to fuck me, and I will let Linda know that she is to let Dad know that John fucked me while he was gone. He will be father of both of our kids, as far as you dad knows. Actually he is over fucking Anita and Molly Kingsley. Mom, Bob said, I am glad you mentioned Anita. I may have a job for her. However, if I do, and she takes it, she will have to move with SJ and I, and go to a different school next year. Karen said, What do you mean move? Bob said, PC and I will be transferred to another school district to bring into the SAP program, but it will be to far away for us to drive each day. I will know more sometime around this years graduation, which will not give us much time. If it happens, I will try to delay the starting date until at least after Sarah Jane and I get married. Why would you need Anita? Karen asked. I will need her talents for finding out peoples secrets, for one thing. Another is that she will be helping us with training the students in her grade. Having someone who has already been in the program, will help the other students progress faster. If she goes with you, it will make your dad find someone else. You probably dont know it, but he has been fucking Anita and Molly for quite a while now. Molly thinks that he will get her pregnant, and wants Anita to get pregnant also. said Karen. I can take care of that problem with Anita, I know she would like that, and if Molly doesnt object I can give her one as well. I will have to take some time to explore that possibility. said Bob. Bob then said, Get Tom ready, and we will go see Linda. Since Dad will be next door, he will probably come over when he sees I am there. That would be a good time for you and John to be fucking. If he does not come over, I will go over there, and just say I saw the car there and wanted to let him know that you are next door. If he goes to see John then he will know that John is the father again. That will give me time to talk to Molly and Anita. When Bob and Karen got to John and Lindas, Little Karen was with her grandparents for a few days. Linda took Tom and told John that he should be fucking Karen while he had the chance. Bob then whispered to Linda what was going on, and said, I need to talk to Anita, and possibly Molly. I will be next door if I am needed. He then walked over to Mollys house. His dads car was there, so he knocked on the door, and Anita answered. She jumped into his arms, and said, Bob, where have you been? We have missed you. She then kissed his lips and said, Your dad and my mom are in her bedroom, so you and I can do what ever we want to do. Bob said, Anita, first of all, I understand that your mom wants dad to give both of you babies. Is that right? Anita said, Well she wants one, but I make him use a condom, but dont tell mom, because she does want me to have one, but I want to wait for you to give me one. Bob said, When they are through, tell dad that mom and Tom are with Linda and John. I will go out side for a while, as I want to talk to you and your mom without anyone else around, and that includes dad and your brothers. Tell dad that I went for a walk. I will be near the road that goes through the Forrest. Come and get me when you and your mom are alone. If the boys come in, have your mom give them something to do that will take them away from the house for an hour or so. Anita said, Did you know that they put up a fence around that whole area? I heard a rumor about that, so I thought I would go look and see for myself. This is a good time to do it. It will keep me out of the way when Dad and your mom come out of the bedroom, said Bob. Bob walked to where the path lead through the woods, and there was an eight foot high chain link fence on both sides of the road, with a re-enforced chain link gate across the path. The sign on the gate said Private Property No one admitted without prior authorization. Fence is electrified. DO NOT TOUCH He picked up a small stick, and threw it against the fence, and sure enough, it was electrified. He was turning around, when Anita arrived and took his hand. She said, Your dad went to see Karen, Tom, Linda and John. He said for you to come over there when you are finished with your business. As they walked, Bob said to Anita, I have a job for you, if you want it, and your mom will allow you to take it. I will explain when we talk to your mom. Now what is this you were saying about wanting to wait for me to give you a baby? She answered Mom wants me to have a baby and quit school. I dont want to quit school, but I would like YOUR baby inside of me. Anita, maybe you can answer a question for me. Why is it that a lot of girls want to have my baby, and not someone elses? Bob asked her. Anita thought for a moment and said, You are nice looking, you talk to girls as though they are people, and not sex objects, you look like the all American poster boy, and you are very sexy, even though I know you do not try to be. That is what I think, some other girls may think differently, but I know this is true about you. All my friends are envious that I even know you, let alone have spent time with you. By now they had reached Mollys house. Inside, Molly was making lunch. Anita asked where the boys were, and Molly said, They are at the park, and will be all day, why? Anita said, Bob wants to talk to you and me alone. He said something about a job for me, and he wont say anything about it unless you are here. Bob said, Molly lets go sit in the living room so we can talk in comfort, and I will tell you both what is on my mind. Molly handed a plate with several sandwiches on it to Anita, and said OK as she went to the living room. There she seated herself on the couch. Anita offered a sandwich to Bob, and then to Molly, and took one herself. Bob said, Molly, I think that you know that I am in charge of the SAP program that is going on at the school. First let me ask you, How do you feel about the program, and can you see anything that needs changing? Molly said, I think it is a good program. I can go to the mailbox outside, and not worry about putting on clothing. I can let people see me nude, which I prefer, without offending them. I am all for that part of the program. The only problem that I have with the program is the possibility of some of the kids getting STDs. That worries me sick. Molly, did you not read all the literature that was sent home? Each child, the first day of school is given a shot which makes him/her safe from STDs for the whole school year. If that child during the summer break contracts an STD it will show up, and the school nurse will take charge of that child until it is cured. Molly said, I must have missed that. Then I am whole hardheartedly in favor of the program. Molly how would you feel if I offered Anita a job within the program. Before you answer, let me say that she would have to move with Sarah Jane and I to another school district, and she would still be a student, but one who teaches other students, and helps them to overcome their inhibitions. She would receive her education free, that is all materials would be supplied for her to use, and she would receive a small salary, so that she would have spending money. She would be living with me and Sarah Jane, PC, Nancy, Bobby Sue, Amos, Andy and possibly a couple of others. You would have to sign a Notarized letter giving me the authority seek medical help if needed, and that I am her guardian. Molly sat and ate her sandwich while thinking. Anita was on pins and needles waiting for her answer. Bob sat and ate his sandwich, and smiled. This time he broke his habit and looked at Mollys thoughts. She was concentrating on two things at once, but all he was interested in was her thoughts about Anita. It was looking good. He would not however tell her to accept the offer, much as he would like to do so. Anita choked on her sandwich, and Bob immediately went to her and got her throat cleared. Molly seeing his quick action smiled, and when he sat down again, she said, Bob I will do it with one condition. Bob said, And what Molly is that condition? Molly said, If you get me pregnant, before school is out, Anita is yours to do with as you wish, for ever. She will be welcome here at any time, but she will belong to you. If you wish her to get pregnant, she will. If you wish for her to marry some one, she will. She will be your personal property. Molly, do you mean that you would give her to me for giving you a baby, and that she should be my slave? No, Molly said, Not a slave, a second, or third wife. I know you, and I know that you will never willingly hurt her. I know that you will do what is best for her, and I may never be able to do that. So give me that baby and she is yours. Anita said, Mom, I thought you wanted his dad to give you a baby? Now you have changed your mind? You know I will do whatever you say, but this is mixed up. Molly said, Baby, I figured out that Jim can never give me a baby. Bob correct me if I am wrong, but I think that he is sterile. Bob said, Yes Molly, Dad is sterile, and has been for many years. If you want a baby that badly, I will give you one with no strings attached. Yes I want another baby, but I will not let you give me one, unless you take Anita as your daughter/wife/sister or what ever, but you must take her. I want her to be happy, and I know that you will make her happy. Bob looked at Anita and said, Anita, is that acceptable to you? I do not want to break up this family, but sometimes exceptions need to be made, however in this case it is up to you. If you want the job, and can accept what you mom outlined, then I will get her pregnant. If not, I will not try. It is your decision. Only you can say yes or no at this point. Anita thought for a few minutes. She then got up and went to the center of the room and motioned for both Bob and Molly to come to her. She then took Mollys hand and put it into Bobs and said, Bob, please give my mom a baby so I can go with you. I will do as mom said, and I will be your slave/mistress/second wife, or anything you want me to be. Sarah Jane will be my boss as well. And I will love being able to teach the other kids some of the things I have learned from you. Molly then led Bob into her bedroom. An hour later they came out, and Bob said, Molly, in two weeks take a pregnancy test. I think it will be + then let me know, if it is not then we will work on it some more, until it is. When it is + then I will start teaching Anita what she will have to know for her new job. Anita ran to Bob and kissed him. She then took hold of his flaccid cock and said, Big boy, I hope you have not let me down. Bob said, Now I must go back to see mom and dad. I also want to see little Karen. I havent seen her in quite a while. Keep in touch. Molly said, Dont worry, I will let you know how things are going. I might even lie to you and say it did not work, so I can have that nice baby maker inside of me again. No I did not really mean that. That would hurt Anita if I lied and I wont do that to her, or you. Bob knew that she was pregnant with twins, but he would not tell her. He left and went next door to see how Karen was making out with John. When he entered the house, Karen and John were at the table and drinking coffee. Mom just nodded her head yes, so he knew that dad new that John had fucked her. He asked where Dad and Linda were, and John said, He is fucking her brains out. Since you dont come around much any more, she has to take what she can get. I dont seem to be able to satisfy her any more, but your mom does not complain, so maybe it is not me but her. Mom smiled and said, I am easy to please. I just need a cock in me now and then. However, you need to start being more aggressive and possessive with her. Now and then chain her to the bed. Make her beg for your cock, and then give it to her in a different hole than she is expecting. Leave her tied up all day when you leave for work, and tell Karen not to let her loose. Believe me she will love it. Change your love making every time so that she does not get bored. John said, I know she likes that now and then, so maybe I am at fault for not giving into her fantasies now and then. Bob said, Have you ever looked at the toys that she has? She has one dildo that is double ended, and about 18 inches long. It is flexible in the center. Tie her up and then put one end into her pussy and the other into her ass, and make her stay that way all day. At the same time put close pins on her nipples, and take a fresh battery and put it into her vibrator, then tape it in place so that it is in good contact with her clit. After a day like that, she will be so worn out from all the orgasms that she will love your cock inside of her, and when you cum in her she will cum so hard she will pass out. Be inventive never fuck her the same way twice in a row. A few minutes later, Jim and Linda came down from the bedroom. Linda said, Bob, did you fuck Molly a little wile ago? I heard her screaming, wanting more, and harder. Bob said, Now Linda, you know I never fuck and tell. So just use your imagination. I was hoping to see Little Karen today. I havent seen her in quite a while, tell her I asked about her. Mom, are you ready to go? And where is Tom? Linda said, Tom is sleeping in Karens room, I will go get him. Back at their home, Bob told Jim about having to move for his job. Jim said, Then I guess that Tom will get your room then. That will give mom and I a little more privacy, but how are you going to get by without mom to keep your room clean? Bob said, Dont forget that Sarah Jane, PC, Nancy, Bobby Sue, and Anita will be with me, so I guess things will be clean enough. Jim looked shocked, and said, Anita? Why is she going with you? Is Molly going as well? Bob said, No Molly is not going. I have offered Anita a job, and she will be working while attending school. Molly and I have come to an agreement so that she will be able to be with us, and help with some of the teaching. Jim said, You have always been closer to Karen, why didnt you ask her? Bob replied, I would have, but she was not home. Also she has a better home life than Anita. I dont think that John and Linda would let her go. Karen said, As you know, not everything is as it seams. Why do you think that Little Karen spends so much time with her grandparents? You might want to ask, just to see what would happen, that is if you can use her to help teach. I will give that some more thought, said Bob. The phone rang. Bob being closest to it answered it. It was Nancy. She said, Bob, get here as soon as you can we need you fast. then she hung up. Bob said, Something is wrong, that was Nancy. She said they needed me as soon as possible. I am not sure what is going on, but Nancy would not have called like that unless there is a major problem. I will let you know as soon as I can. Bob was usually a very careful driver, but he raced to PCs house. He parked in front of the house and ran to the door. Amos opened the door and said Moms room quick. In PCs room, Andy was sitting crying, and Nancy was trying to help PC get up. Bob took one look at the scene and called 911. He told them that there was a pregnant lady who looked like she was going to give birth any second, and he needed help immediately. He told PC to lay back down and that the medics would be here shortly. He then told Nancy to call George and alert him that PC was going to have a baby very quickly. Five minutes later, the ambulance got there, and George was there before they got PC into it. He jumped into the ambulance and rode with her to the hospital. Bob took Nancy, Amos and Andy to the hospital. An hour later, George came out and took them to his office. He closed the door, and said, The good news is that PC will be all right, and she gave birth to 5 girls. The bad news is that two of the babies died, and PC will never be able to have any more children. I would not normally tell this to the children of the patient, but I know all of you and want you to know the truth. Bob, I know what you think of PC and the kids, and I am sure that you are the father of the babies. NO she did not tell me, but I know you. DO not blame yourself. There is nothing you could have done to stop this from happening. She loves all of you very much, and Bob she said not for you to blame yourself. She will recover in a few weeks, and be her old self again. She wants Nancy, Amos and Andy to each name one of the girls, and Bob she wants you to take care of the family while she is laid up. She needs to sleep now, so please go home and get some rest. Bob you can see her in the morning. The rest of you can see her after school tomorrow afternoon. On the way home, the kids were trying out names for the baby girls, asking Bob what he thought of the names they came up with. Nancy asked, Bob would you object if we gave the girls your last name, since you are the father, and are like a father to us? Bob thought for a while, and said, On two conditions. First they must all have the middle name of Angora, to honor their mother. Second they all must have their initials identical. But why all the same initials? asked Andy. Andy, it is just something that I want, I cannot explain why, because I do not know why. I just want it that way. Nancy said, Then there initials would be ?AC. Now all we have to do is find the first one. Bob then said, One that your Marine might have liked, would be SAC, for Second Armored Cavalry. Think you can come up with three girls names that start with S? Amos said, Well, there is Sarah, Shirley, Susan, Sandy, Sharon, Selma, Shasta, just to start with. Bob said, Nice group of names, but Sarah is out. One Sarah in the family is enough. Nancy said, I will pick the name Sandy Angora Cooky. Andy said, Then I will pick the name Susan Angora Cooky. Amos then said, I guess I will pick Shasta, Angora Cooky. Now are we going to let mom say which one gets which name? Or do we have to tell her which one we want to be named what? Bob said, Let mom decide, using the three names you have picked out. That way all of us will have had a hand in deciding the names of our three newest family members. When I see her in the morning, I will give her the names. Back at PCs home, Bob called his parents and told them what had happened, and that he would be staying with the kids until PC was home. He then wrote out a note, that said, Principal Macklin: I will be replacing Angora Benson at the meeting at 11:00 this morning. I will explain why, when I see you. He signed it, Bob Cooky. He then put it in an envelope and gave it to Nancy to give to the Principal when she got to school in the morning. Bob dropped the kids off at school, and headed for the hospital. It was a little early, but he went straight to her room. As he was walking down the hall, Kim Clark spoke to him. She said, Bob, you are here early, but since you know George, I guess I will let you go in. She then leaned over and gave him a kiss, and said, I am very sorry about what happened. It is just one of those things, that no one can explain why. PC was awake when he entered the room. He went to the bed and kissed her and asked how she was feeling. She said, Empty right now, I just got through feeding the girls, and they sucked my nipples dry. He said, Hungry little devils. Nothing left for me? I have the names that the kids want the girls named. It is up to you as to which girl gets which name, but here they are: Nancys name is Sandy Angora Cooky. Andy said, Susan Angora Cooky, and Amos choose Shasta Angora Cooky PC said, I am surprised at a last name of Cooky, and not Benson, but it is appropriate. It means that you are taking responsibility for them, and I love you for doing so. I am not sure about the Angora middle name for all three of them. Bob said, Since I am taking responsibility for them, so should you. I also requested that they all have the same initials. See if you can guess what that stands for. PC thought for a while and said, I do not have a clue. What does it mean? Bob answered, Think of your Marine, it might come to you. Again PC could not solve the riddle, so Bob said, Wasnt he in the Second Armored Calvary? She started crying, and said through her sobbing, You, you are so thoughtful, it is no wonder all of us girls are in love with you. Even though I know that Sarah Jane is your one true love, I feel as though you are also my husband. Our little band of people is almost like the Free Love groups of the 1960s and 70s. Bob said, While I have a chance to talk to you with no one around, We have added one more person to our staff. I think you have heard me talk about Anita? I talked to her mom, and she is getting a notarized letter, giving me full parental right with her, so she will be going with us when we move. There is also an outside chance that my friends daughter (Little Karen) will also be going with us, but I havent yet been able to talk to her about it. With these two already in the program, they will be able to help teach the other kids about it, and teach them what they need to learn. I think we can bring them up to speed quicker this way. We will have 4 or 5 classes covered with in grade teachers who know what they need teach. We can then spend more time with the other grades that are completely new. PC said, You are thinking way ahead of me. I am sure they made the right decision when they promoted you over me. We are a good team, but you seem to be the leader without trying to step on my toes. What else is going on? Bob replied, Since you are much better than I am at writing, I would like for you to put together a paper, outlining what we are teaching in each grade. By doing this, we can give a copy to the teachers so that they will know what they have to teach. This may give us more time to take care of problems, and let the teachers teach. Also, I intend to take a copy with me to my meeting with SAP10. I should have thought about that, after all, I am a teacher. As soon as I can get a laptop here, I will start putting it together. said PC. Bob replied, No wait until you go home. I dont want you to work while you are here. Healing, and feeding the girls, will take most of your time. Now since I am going to your meeting with the Principal, what can you tell me about it? There seems to be a problem disciplining a female student. She carries mace with her and when anyone tries to disrobe her, she maces them. So far she has maced 3 teachers. She is new to the school district, so she has not had any training in SAP. We need to get to her, and see if we can correct the problem without suspending her from school. This is one that you could work your magic on, and avoid problems, PC responded. Hopefully, we can fix this without my magic. Is she going to be at the meeting? Or is it just a planning session? Bob asked. I am not sure, he did not say if she would be there or not, said PC. Bob kissed PC and said, I guess I had better get going. I dont want the principal to discipline me for being late. PC laughed as he went out the door. The school parking lot was full, and Bob had to park 4 blocks away. He thought on his way to the principals office that he should try to get a private parking spot here, like the rest of the staff. Bob was let into the principals office, by his secretary. Bob walked up to the desk and said, I thought I recognized that name. When I was a student here, you were a Mechanical Arts teacher. Principal Macklyn looked up and said, Now I know why your name sounded familiar to me. The wonder boy in person. I still havent figured out how you graduated, between your junior and senior years. Now they tell me that you have also graduated from the CC, the same way. Tell me where are the bodies buried. Bob laughed, and said, No bodies, just tests. Now tell me about this girl you are having problems with. Macklyn said, She transferred in at the end of last week. She started on Thursday, and before noon she had maced one teacher and one fellow student. She said that she would not disrobe for her parents, so why should she be made to do it at school. Then on Friday, she maced 2 more teachers, and another student. I was going to suspend her, but Angora talked me into this meeting, and to let the girl be in clothing, until we could work things out. Is she available for me to talk to, in private? Bob asked. Yes, he said, She is in the teachers lounge. I have put an off limits sign on the door, and locked it so you will not be disturbed. I hope you can work this out, as it is giving some of our students the wrong idea. Some are now questioning that it applies to everyone. Let me have the key, and I will go see her. What is her name, and what grade is she in? Bob asked. Her name is Penny Marshall and she is in the 11th grade. Bob asked What is her parents names? Macklyn pulled out her file, and said, Her dad is Elmer Marshall, and her mom is Kris Talbet Marshall, why? Bob replied, Her mother is my mothers cousin. I did not know that they moved into this area. That should hopefully make things easier. Bob went to the teachers lounge and unlocked the door. Upon entering, he saw the girl sitting near a window reading a text book. He closed and locked the door behind him, and put the key in his sock. He said, Penny, we need to talk. At the sound of his voice, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a can of mace. He said, No need for the mace. As you can see I am still here at the door. So that you know who I am, I am Bob Cooky. Does that name mean anything to you? She thought for a short time and shook her head no. Bob said, Your mom has a cousin named Karen Cooky, and I am her son Bob. That makes us second cousins. Now please put the mace down, so we can talk like civilized people. I am going to walk over near you, and sit in one of the chairs. I will not come any closer to you than you are comfortable with. OK? He was about 15 feet from her, when she said, Thats close enough. Bob took the closest chair to him and sat down. Penny said, The information that you know, could have been taken from my records. Now prove to me just who you are. Since I know very little about that side of the family, why dont you ask me questions that I should know about the family? said Bob. She said, Do you know why your mom and mine do not get along? Bob replied, Probably the same reason that moms whole family disowned her, before I was born, said Bob. Bob replied, Because of my dad. Why did that cause the split? she asked. Bob thought for a moment, and said, If you had asked me that question 3 years ago, I would not have been able to answer it. Now I am only guessing. Every one turned their backs on mom, because they knew dad was sterile, and mom got pregnant with me. She went outside of her marriage to get pregnant, and that angered them. Mom and Dad moved here before I was born, so other than what mom has told me, I know almost nothing about her family. Penny looked at Bob, and slowly put the mace back into her back pack. She said, I could tell that, that was very hard for you to say, but you are absolutely right. I know you are who you say you are, because no one would admit to that to someone outside of the family. Now please tell me why you are here, and what is going on in this school? Also, will you tell me who your real dad is? Penny, may I come over there and sit beside you? It will be easier to talk, Bob asked. She nodded her head yes, so Bob slowly walked over to her. He bent over and kissed her on the cheek, then sat down beside her. As far as to who my real dad is, you will have to ask mom. It is her story to tell, not mine. Penny asked him, Why did you just kiss me? He replied, I always kiss female family members, and also very pretty girls, so you win in both cases. She snickered, and said, Well the family thing is ok, but I am not a pretty girl by a long shot. Bob replied, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Never forget that. Now as to why I am here today. I am the man in charge to the program that you are having trouble with. I hope that before we leave this room, we can come to an understanding of what is expected of you, here. I run a program for the government. Dont bother to ask which one, as I cannot tell you. The program is called SAP (Sexual Application Program). This school was picked to be the first one to run the program. The ultimate goal is for loosing up the moral and legal codes about nudity and sex. We start in Kindergarten and first grade. There the kids just have to be nude at all times, even going to the store, or shopping. Everyplace. In the second grade they are taught about their genitals, and the genitals of the opposite sex. Each year they are taught more and more about sex, and in the 6th grade, they start learning to give and receive blow jobs, and eating pussy. By the ninth grade they are learning techniques of fucking. Many girls at graduation, will be getting their diplomas with visibly pregnant bellies. As a matter of fact my future wife is pregnant and will be about 7 months along for her graduation this year. We will be married the Sunday after graduation. Another thing, no one in my moms position will be chastised for going outside of marriage to have kids. Unwed mothers will no longer be treated like second class citizens. Now while the program is new, I am sure that you have noticed the bracelets that the students are wearing, similar to mine, but a different color. This signifies that they are in the program and required to be nude (shoes and socks authorized). Any where in the country, the Blue Laws do not apply if one is wearing the bracelet. However if you wear the bracelet and clothing, then you ARE in violation of the law. This in a nut shell is the basics of the program. What do you think about it now? Penny said, I think I understand the program objectives, but why do we have to be nude? Bob replied, It takes the mystery out of everyones minds. You as a girl, do not have to wonder how big a boys cock is, and the boys will know just how big your tits are, and what your pussy looks like. With that no longer a mystery, there will be fewer rapes, and sex crimes. An other way of looking at it is: we are born without clothing, and have to be taught to wear them when we are young, so what good is clothing: really. Now we know that in some jobs, clothing protects us from harm, and that is perfectly permissible. However many jobs clothing either gets in the way, or can cause harmful problems for people. So if your job can be safely done with out clothing, then you should not wear them. Another thing, take your tits: you wear a bra to: 1. hide them from view, 2. to make them seem larger than they are, and 3. to shape them somewhat. Guess what.Men like to see them, and do not care that they are not perfect. Babies only want to suck the milk out of them and dont care what they look like, and that is what they are for. Penny replied, What about boys cocks? Bob said, You tell me. You can see mine, and you can see my balls as well. Does it turn you on, does it turn you off. Maybe it makes you want to suck it, or what? I dont mind seeing yours, as it is flaccid. But those guys that have hard ons, seem to be saying let me fuck you, and that does not seem right to me. said Penny. Bob replied, There are two reasons that the boys cocks are hard. First, which you probably dont see very often is that after sleeping all night, most men wake up with what is called the morning wood. This is because they need to piss. It is one of those strange things in nature, that a boy cannot piss with a hard on, so at night he get one so he does not piss in bed. While it can happen in the day time, it is not a normal happening. The other reason is that when a man only sees a nude woman now and then, his body gets him ready to fuck. When a beautiful girls like yourself comes by, it can excite his hormones and cause an erection. It should be a compliment to any girls that causes him to get the hard on, however, the more he sees pussies, he gets fewer hard ons. Now it takes more actual sexual stimulation for him to get a hard on. In other words, the more I show my tits and pussy to boys, the less they will want to fuck me? asked Penny. No, Bob said, They will still want to fuck you, but will probably not get a hard on until they touch your body in some sexual manner. Penny said, Still, I am not convinced that I should be nude, all the time. Bob said, If you will trust me, I will take you to see a lady friend of mine. Have a talk with her. She knows all about the program, and she may be able to convince you. She is a teacher, and has 6 kids. Maybe she could be more effective than I have been. Penny said, Ok as long as I do not have to get nude to go see her. You can take your back pack, but you will have to leave it in the back seat of my car. You will not be allowed to take it when we see her. Once you see where she is, you will understand, Bob replied. When they stopped at the hospital, Penny said, Is your friend ill? Bob replied, I guess you might say that. She gave birth to 5 girls early yesterday morning, but two of them died. She is one of my very best friends. Bob took her to PCs room. When they walked in, Bob went to introduce Penny to her, but PC said, Penny Marshall, it that really you? Penny said, Bob you did not tell me it was going to be PC Benson, one of the best teachers I have ever had. Bob said, PC, this is our problem child. I have talked to her, but I think that you might be able to get her under control easier than I can. I certainly did not know that you two knew each other. I am going to go talk to George for a while. You talk to Penny. PC said, Bob, I will talk to Penny, but before you go, you should wait a few minutes. They are bringing the girls in to be fed, and I want to let you know which girl got which name. Penny got a puzzled look on her face, and PC said, Penny, Bob must not have told you, but the girls are his and mine. Two nurses brought the three infants in. One was put on each of PCs nipples to feed, and they handed the third one to Bob. Once the nurses had left, PC said, Bob the one you are holding is Susan Angora Cooky. The one on my left tit, is Sandy Angora Cooky, and the one on my right nipple is Shasta Angora Cooky. She then looked at Penny and said, Penny, will you do something strange for me? Penny said, PC, you know I would do anything for you. PC then said, I want you to take off your blouse, and bra. Then I want you to take Susan and let her suck your nipple. I know that she will not get any nourishment, but I want you to experience the joy of having your nipples sucked. But, Bob will see me Penny said. PC replied, Yes, he will, and he will put Susan into your arms and place her mouth on your nipple. You just said that you would do anything for me. Now please do this. I have a very good reason for it. Penny got read in the face, but she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and took it off. Taking off her bra, she frowned at Bob, who was watching her every movement. She unhooked it, and slid the straps over her arms, but held the cups over her tits. PC said, Penny, Susan cannot suck your nipples through your bra, remove it please. Penny slowly pulled her bra off of her tits, and then just threw it on top of her blouse. Bob looked at her nice tits and said, Penny, your tits are very lovely. I think that Susan is going to enjoy herself. He then put Susan into Pennies arms and place her mouth on her right nipple. Susan started sucking at once. Bob said, Penny, thank you. I will go talk to George and be back in a little while. Please ask your questions of PC, and listen carefully to her answers. PC said, Are you really going to see George, or is this an excuse to go fuck Kim? Bob replied, Use your imagination. However there is not much privacy in this hospital. Be back in half an hour of maybe a little later than that. An hour later, Bob came back to PCs room. Penny was completely nude, and now had Shasta sucking one nipple and Sandy on her other nipple. Pennies face was glowing. She looked at Bob when he entered the room, and smiled, and turned and spread her legs so that he could see her pussy. PC mentally told Bob, She is almost ready, however you are going to have to convince her that incest in not wrong, I told her that she should have her brother who is in the 6th grade, to teach her how to give blow jobs, and that he should practice eating pussy on her. Bob said, PC, I think you should call the nurse, and have them take the girls back to the nursery. Then the three of us will have a chat. PC called, and five minutes later, the nurses came for the babies. The three of them talked for half an hour. Penny agreed to accept the SAP program, and quit fighting it. She said, Tomorrow, I will be a model for the program. I will probably have a fight with my parents, about it, but I will win. Bob said, Penny, next I want to take you to meet my mom. Maybe between the two of you, you can start to heal the rift between your mom and mine. Then, we will go see your mom and dad, and I will try to get them on board with the program. I really do not want you to have to fight with them. There are things I can do to force them, but I dont want to do that either. PC said, Penny, believe Bob. He is very persuasive when he wants to be. With you, he was trying to be kind, helpful and not forceful. However, he can get pretty nasty if he has to. With luck, he will not have to be to hard on them. Penny said, Bob, after what you have said to me, and PC confirmed, I will try first to talk to them, with you there, and hopefully you will not have to say much. However, if they are to hard on me, then I would like for you to step in and do what ever is necessary. Bob replied, Penny, I appreciate what you said, and we will try that approach. If you need me to say anything, then just ask me to fill in, or give information that you do not have. Now say good by to PC for a while, and we will go to my house next. Bob stopped on the way home and got something for both Penny and himself to eat. By the time they got to his house, Tom was getting up from his nap. Bob said to Penny, This is my mom, and my brother Tom. He turned to Karen and said, Mom, this is your cousin Kris Talbet Marshalls daughter Penny. They just moved here last week. I have her with me because she was having a problem with the SAP program. We just came from seeing PC and the girls. She knew PC before PC came here. Karen said, Penny, I do not know what your mom has told you about me, but as you can see, I am just a normal housewife. Granted that most of they today are not nude, but I am an Adult sponsor of Bobs program. Penny said, Mom just has not forgiven you for going outside of your marriage to have Bob, and she will freak out about Tom. I have asked Bob, to tell me about his father, but he said that you would have to tell me. He seems to be very family oriented, and thinks a great deal of you and his father. Karen laughed, and said, I hope so. If I tell you the story, you must NOT let anyone else know it, and that includes your mom. The only reason I will tell you is because you seem to be very reasonable, when given facts. Penny said, If that is your wish, then I will not let anyone else know what you tell me. Karen then said, I wanted my baby to have the genes of the family I married into. So when Jim told me that I should find a donor, so I could have the baby I wanted, I decided I would. However, I told him that I would not let him know who that person was. He agreed, and to this day he does not know who it was. It was his father. However he made me agree that if I had a girl, that he would be the one to take her cherry. But if it was a boy, I was to get pregnant with that boys baby when he was old enough. Penny said, Are you telling me that Tom, then is Bobs baby? Karen said, Yes, that is a fact, and I want another one by my son. Penny replied, But that is Incest, and that is wrong. Karen answered, What makes it wrong? People breed dogs and other animals mother and son, father and daughter, and brother and sister. So why would it be wrong for humans? Penny looked at Bob, and he smiled and shook his head yes. Then he said, Penny, mom is right, you know. If you are one of those who thinks that this will cause birth defects, studies have shown that the percentage of defects in incest babies is no larger that it is in the general population. Penny said, PC told me that you could charm the panties off a NUN, and never tell a lie. So, I guess I will have to believe you. Now you just have to convince my mom and dad not to cause me trouble in school by forcing me to break the rules, and the laws. Karen said, Penny, if you and Bob can convince your parents to let you stay in this school system and be a model SAP student, I will let you tell them the story of Bobs father, and they can let the rest of the family know. Will Bob and Penny be able to convince her parents? What will happen when Bob goes to meet with SAP10? Be sure to read the next chapter of Bobs Story Comments and Suggestions are always welcome [email protected]

Bobs Story 4 Sarah Jane by JSR The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. It was almost summer break from school, so I had to have Anita work hard and fast, before she lost the kids to talk to. Since she had a way of getting people to tell her things that they would never tell anyone else, I was going to use her as my spy, to get a lead on some families that might be willing to join our group. I supplied her with a mini tape recorder, so she could tape conversations without the other person knowing it. She was to look for kids that might be interested in sex with either their siblings, or their parents, or both. She would have to be very careful not to get caught by the teachers, and not to let the kids know just what she was up to. While she was doing this, I was slowly moving equipment into the woods, in the clearing I had found. With the dense forest around, it would be like being on a desert island. The woods would muffle all of the sounds that we might make, so no one would be the wiser. No one, not even dad and John knew what I was doing, and Anita only knew what she was to try to find. At the same time, I had to keep up with my school work, and keeping mom, Linda, and Karen filled with cum. To say I was busy, would be an under statement. During this time, I started hearing a voice in my head. I could not understand the words, but the voice seemed to be female, and was slowly getting louder. Occasionally, I would make out a word or two. I began to think that I might be going crazy, but I kept on trucking. Anita came to me one evening, and said, I have several possibilities, and one that sounds to good to be true. I want you to listen to this tape. She had 4 good leads on the tape, but the 5th one was outstanding, if it were true. On the tape, a girl, Sarah Jane Parker made the statement that her mom told her that she had an agreement with their dad, that once she and her sister lost their virginity, that her dad would then be free to fuck both girls, and at that point their mom would be free to fuck any man she so desired. I kissed Anita, and fucked her on the spot. She was in seventh heaven, as she always loved to have a cock in her pussy. Her mom did not care, and let her older brothers fuck her all the time. I set up a scheme where I sent letters to the five families, and also a few to people who had no children, that were in the same area. The extra's were to make it seem like the area was being blanketed, and not just the five families. The letters said that right after school was out, there would be a special camp that their children were invited to attend. There would be no cost to the families, and all the kids had to bring was themselves. All invitations accepted were to be sent to a POB in the next town, so it would be very hard to trace. They had 5 days to get their reservations in, with the names of the children who would be attending, along with their ages. All five of the families responded, and there were 5 girls and 5 boys, ages from 13, down to 8 years old. An even number worked out great, until a few days before I had scheduled a pick up of the kids. The voice in my head started making sense to me, and finally the voice said, I am Sarah Jane Parker, I have been hearing you for the past year, and I have just been able to get a good broadcast from your mind. You and I must meet. I will be at your camp, so I think that you might want to include another girl. I know what you are planning, and I approve of it. I don't know why, but I decided then to include Little Karen in the scheme, so I would have someone with some knowledge, to help me to teach the kids. Three days after school was out, I had a large van hired to pick up everyone, and drive out of the city. At that time, I would tell the driver where to go to drop us off. He would not be needed for the return to the city. He would drop us off at a farm on the far side of the woods, where my retreat was located. That farm was owned by John's brother, and he agreed not to ask any questions. I was sitting in the van waiting for the kids to load, when two girls got on. The oldest one sat beside me, and had her sister set behind us. Once she sat down, she said, Hi Bob. It is nice to finally meet you. I looked at her and said, Well you seem to know me, but I don't know you. How is that? She answered, You know everyone on this trip, even though you have never seen any of us before. How long will this ride take? I said, I am here to go to camp, I don't know how long the ride is. She said, We both know that you are in charge of this outing, so please do not try to make me think otherwise. Once we got started, I turned to the girl, and said, You have me figured out right. I stood up and got everyone's attention, and said, I am Bob. I am in charge of this outing. We will be going to a farm, where we will get out of the van. From there we will have about an hours walk to get to the camp. I will give further instructions at the farm. Enjoy the ride. I sat back down and said, Now you know for sure that you were right, do you mind telling me who you are, and how you seem to know so much about me? She said, I am Sarah Jane Parker. The girl behind us is Bobby Sue Parker. I am 12 years old, and she is 10. I will tell you more when we are alone. Little pitchers have big ears. As we were riding, I kept looking around at the traffic, and Sarah Jane said, Don't worry, we are not being followed. I responded with, What makes you think I am worried about being followed? She said, You are as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockers. You keep looking at the traffic behind and around us, so you must be worried about something. I said, Maybe I am just a nervous person, like Don Knotts. At the farm, I told everyone to make sure that nothing fell out of their pockets, and not to leave anything in the van, as we would not be using it when we went home in a few days. Once the van had departed, we headed for the path in the woods. At the start of the path, I said, This forest is very dense. Do not wonder off the path, a few feet off of the path, and you may never find your way back. Also, you may remove any article of clothing that makes you more comfortable, but you will have to carry it with you. With no wind it gets very warm on this path. I said, Sarah, please bring up the rear. Try to keep the kids moving and not lag behind. She said, First, my name is Sarah Jane. Two words, but one name. Please remember that. I will bring up the rear, but please keep Bobby Sue with you. I asked Bobby Sue, Is your sister always that blunt when she talks to people? Not usually, but she seems to be taken with you for some reason. I know she has never seen you before, but like you said, she seems to know a lot about you. I do not understand it either. Will you tell me something about the camp? I have never been to one before. I replied, You will find out soon enough, and at the same time the others do. I am sure that from what I know of you kids, you will all enjoy it. I turned around and looked behind me, while I kept walking backwards. I saw that the group was spread out a little further than I wanted, but Sarah Jane was keeping them moving so I was not worried. Then I noticed that Sarah Jane and several of the other boys and girls had take their shirts off and were nude to the waist. Since non of the girls were growing tits yet, it was like looking at the young girls before they were told they had to keep their chests covered. The boys did not seem to be paying any attention to them either. About 45 minutes later, we came to my entrance to the camp. I had everyone join hands, and said, Keep hold of the person in front of you, and behind you. You can get lost very easily in here, and we will be winding around in different directions. If you loose contact with the person ahead of you, Yell very loudly, and we will stop and back up til we find you. I had found a longer route to get to the camp, and I took them on it, because it would be harder for them to memorize the route. Once we were out of the trees, I said, You cannot see the camp because of the tall grass. Several rules before we continue on. 1. There is a small pond at the camp. It is our drinking water. NOTHING gets put into the water except to take some out for drinking or cooking. If some one pees in the water, we will all be drinking their piss, so DO NOT put anything in the water. 2. There is a tent off to the right side of the camp, by its self. That is the latrine. The sides are up on the tent because it gets to hot inside with them down. There is room for 3 people at one time in that tent. 3. Individual tents have names taped on the front. Find the one with your name on it, and that is your bedroom. Everything else will be done out in the open. Are there any questions? Kelly Smith said, Do you mean that if I am going potty, a boy can come in and sit beside me to go potty at the same time? I said, Yes that is true. One thing for each of you to think about.. Here, there are no boys and girls, just campers. You will be seeing each other at all times. I will continue this after we get settled so follow me and we will be there in about 5 minutes. When we got to the tents, I said, First find your tent. Put everything you do not need on your bed, and we will have a meeting in half an hour by the fire pit. At the meeting, the first thing I did, was have each kid stand up, give his/her name, and what he/she thought the camp was going to teach them. I really got some strange answers to that question, and no one was even close. I did not have Karen say anything, and Bobby Sue said, What about that girl over there? She hasn't said who she is. I said, I will introduce her. She is Karen Jackson. She along with me are the staff for this camp. Now I am going to start interviewing each of you, in age order. I will be in the tent over there (pointing to my office tent). Karen will be in charge here until I have interviewed all of you then we will start some activities. Sarah Jane, will you please come with me, as you are the oldest, I will start with you. When we got to the office tent, I said, Will you please tell me just what your game is? How do you know me and seem to know what I am thinking? Are you a mind reader? Yes, as a matter of fact, I can read your mind, at least some of it. Let me tell you a story, and then maybe we can become friends once you understand where I am coming from. I said, Just tell me the story, then I can decide what to think. She said, This starts when I was about 5. I noticed that I could tell what mom and/or dad were going to say before they said it. They both thought I was making it up, but I really could. As I got older, I found that I could also tell what Bobby Sue was thinking as well. I was ridiculed enough by mom and dad at an earlier age, that I never again mentioned it to any one. One day, dad came home and I said to him 'Congratulations on being the new head of the pediatrics.' He said, 'How did you find out? I just was told before I left the hospital.' I just said I guessed, because your face was so happy and I knew it had to be something big. As I got older, I have kept searching for others who might be able to do the same things. Then about two years ago, I started getting power bursts, but they did not last very long. Now and then they would last for a few minutes, then I started hearing chanting. I kept trying to identify who or what I was hearing. Slowly I was able to hear someone chanting that I had heard before in a stage show. It appeared that someone was trying to hypnotize someone. I kept track of this 'voice' and it began to get stronger. I tried to contact it, but to no avail. Eventually, I was able to tune into that voice easily, and then I started getting data. It was you, and you were practicing hypnotism routines. In the few years that I have been 'listening' Yours is the only other mind I have been able to detect transmitting, and you are very powerful. More so than myself. Hearing you talk about your ACS group, I decided to take advantage of my power to get into the program. Now before you say anything, what I let Anita record, was the truth. My sister and I are here for that reason. Also, I want to help you develop your mental powers. While you think you have been hypnotizing people, what you are doing is putting them to sleep, and then implanting your ideas into their brain. I can not do that, at least not yet. Maybe you can teach me how to do it, while I teach you to use your power more efficiently. How can I be sure that you are telling the truth? It is very hard to believe. She said, Why don't you interview the others, and I will try to think of a way to prove to you that I am for real? Sounds like a way out for you, but for some reason, I have something inside of me that says to believe you, so lets do that. The next two people were 12 year old boys, and they said that they were from broken homes, and lived with their mothers. Both had fantasies about fucking their moms, and would appreciate any help they could get. I had them take off their clothing and go back to the others. Next came Bobby Sue. I ask her why she was here, and she said, Sarah Jane convinced mom and dad to let us come. From the talk at the tents, it seems like we are here to learn to fuck our families. I asked her, Would you like to fuck you dad? She said, Only if he wants me, and mom said that after I loose my virginity, he will fuck me, and the same for Sarah Jane. I said, Ok, I want you to take off all your clothing, and carry it back to the camp. But you must carry it so that your pussy is showing to anyone looking at you. Are you willing to do that? She said, Sarah Jane did not have to do that. I said, I have not finished with her interview. She and I have some more talking to do. However the two boys who were here ahead of you went back nude, with their cocks on display for all you girls to see, so it is only fair for you to show your pussy to them. Also for the rest of the camp you and everyone else including the staff, will be nude, at all times. Put that way, I guess I don't have any choice, but to make me feel better, will you please take my clothing off of me. That way I am not disrobing, but am being disrobed, and I will feel better about it. I said, Bobby Sue that is a cop out. Please disrobe. If I have to take your clothing off of you, then I will fuck you right here and now in front of everyone. She very slowly took off her clothing, with her back to me. Once she was nude, I said, Bobby Sue, please turn around so I can see your pussy and chest. Put your clothing on the ground first. I could tell that she was a little shy about it, so I said, Don't you ever go nude at home? She said, Yes but that is family, and I don't really know you or the others. I said, Come over here. I put my hands on her nipples and played with them a little. I could see her relax somewhat, then I put my hand on her pussy and she clamped her legs together, with my hand trapped between them. I said, I am going to put a finger into your pussy. If I put something else there, it will be my cock. It is your choice this time. She slowly opened her legs and I put my finger into her pussy and pushed it in until I could feel her hymen. She gave a quick start, and I said, Is that the first time something or someone touched your hymen? She answered, Is that what you touched? It hurt a little when you did. I said, When you loose your virginity, that is what is broken. It never grows back, and the hurt is gone in a few seconds. Now you can pick up your clothing and proudly show your beautiful pussy to every one down there. I continued the interviews, and although none of them knew why they were here, they all left the interview with a positive attitude. The boys walked with their cocks on display proudly, and the girls let everyone who wanted to examine their pussies. They were getting into the swing of things. Once the last one was down at the camp, Sarah Jane came back up and said, Shall we finish my interview now? She was the only one besides myself and Karen who had any clothing on. I yelled at Karen and said, It's time. She then removed all of her clothing and let those boys and girls that wanted to to finger her pussy. I said to Sarah Jane, I still am not sure what to think about you. You seem genuine, but logic tells me that no one can read minds. She said, Concentrate on me, and see if you can get an idea of what I am thinking. I will make it real easy for you with what I am thinking. I looked into her eyes, and thought to my self, what is she seeing. Suddenly I saw myself staring at Sarah Jane, I was seeing myself with her eyes. I then thought, I wonder what she hears, that I don't. A few seconds later, I could hear a bird that was behind her, that I did not even know was there. I thought to myself, what is she thinking, then it hit me, she is asking me to fuck her right now. That thought was no sooner in my head until I felt her move toward me, and I felt my lips press against hers, but it was what she was feeling, not what I was. Then I blacked out. When I came to, she said I was out for about a minute. I asked, Did I really see through your eyes, hear with your ears, and feel my lips from your senses? She said, Tell me what you saw, heard and felt. I told her that I saw my ugly face looking at her, I heard a bird sing behind her, and I felt my lips touching hers, but it was like I was her, watching me. She said, The only thing wrong with what you said, is that you have a rather nice face, not an ugly one. Other than that that is exactly what I saw and felt and heard. I said, It's time to go down and get lessons started. She answered, Not until you remove your clothing, and I will do the same. Also I want you to teach me, and no one else. You are to take both mine and Bobby Sues virginity. I answered, Yours I definitely will. Bobby Sue, maybe. On the way down to the tent area, I noted that the interviews had taken longer than I had expected, so I had Sarah Jane help Karen get the evening meal ready. The rest of us sat nude and talked about what we wanted after the camp was over. Mostly it was to fuck mom or dad, sister or brother, and some were going to go after their cousins, after they had their primary fucked. I also told them that I wanted them to pick different partners for each phase of training. That way they would all be experienced with several partners. After we ate, I said, Any one who needs to piss or shit, now is the time to do it, before we get started on this evenings lesson. Kelly Smith started toward the latrine, and so did a couple of guys. She then decided that she could hold it in. I saw what was happening, and took her hand and said, Everyone follow me. At the latrine, I put her on the open hole, and said, I told you before we are all campers, not boys and girls. Now while you are going, take hold of my cock and I am going to piss in between your legs while you are. This should get you over this shyness. If you don't guide my stream, I will probably piss all over you, and I don't think you want that. Kelly, very gingerly took hold of my cock with two fingers and I started pissing. She got flustered, and some of it hit her pussy. She almost passed out, but she finally finished peeing, and when I was done I told her to shake my cock a couple of times to get the last drops out. I then took some TP and wiped her pussy for her. I said, Now every time you need to piss, some boy will be with you to do as I did, and he will wipe your pussy for you, until you no longer worry about being seen on the toilet. She said, Please don't do that, I will be all right now. I have learned my lesson. I replied, Ok but if I hear anyone say that you haven't, every time you go, a boy will go with you. Back at the tents, I said, That was a rather harsh lesson. However, If you are shy around the opposite sex, you will never be a good lover to anyone. Now for tonights lesson, Karen and I are going to show you two things. First Karen is going to show how to give blow jobs. Any one want to volunteer to be the first one getting a blow job? Since every boy raised his hand, I told Karen to just pick one. She picked the oldest boy, and when someone ask why, she said, I think he might be producing sperm, and I want to show you girls how to suck and swallow sperm. Never spit it out, it is full of protein, and many ladies say it is good for their complexion. She then asked him if he did produce sperm, and he said, Just a little. She said ok, and proceeded to lick his cock, and was also instructing the girls on what she was doing and why. She also told them that since it was his first blow job, he would cum pretty fast, and as he got used to them, he would be able to hold off cumming for a while, and that made giving a blow job more fun. When he did cum, there was hardly anything to see, so Karen asked me to let her give me one so she could show the girls about swallowing, and how to deep throat. One of the girls said, Thats gross. Karen said, Once you have done it a couple of times, most girls like it. If you and your boyfriend are somewhere that he can't fuck you, you either suck his cock so he gets some relief, or he takes you home and you never see him again. And the same thing will happen if you don't know what you are doing, and happen to bit his cock. That would be very painful for him, and could cause serious damage to his manhood. Once she had answered all the questions, I told the kids to pare up and for the girls to try sucking cock. One of the girls said, Why do we have to give him relief, what about us? I said, the next lesson will be about the guys sucking your pussy. If you want a guy to suck your pussy, you need to be able to suck his cock. Sarah Jane came over to me and said, Let me practice on you. I said, Actually that is why I had Karen come, so I could also participate in some of the activities. I then said, I am going to lay on the ground, and I want you to lay on top of me, to give me a blow job, I will at the same time eat your pussy. That is called a 69 position. Sarah Jane did a nice job for her first time, and I filled her mouth to overflowing with cum. I said, If we were laying on our sides, it would have been easier for you to get all of my cum, however a good cocksucker will use their tongue and/or fingers to get any spillage. She said, That has a rather nice taste to it. Also, I really enjoyed your tongue on my clit, and in my pussy that is the best I have ever felt. I answered, I am going to use you when I demonstrate to the boys how to eat pussy, by the time I finish with you, you will be begging me to fuck you. Promises, promises, she said. After the girls had practiced on a couple of different boys, I said, Enough for now. Now it is time for the boys to gather around Sarah Jane. I am going to show you how to eat pussy. This is the equivalent of a girl giving a guy a blow job. There are a couple of things to think about. The first is her clit. This is at the top of her slit, it usually hides behind a little hood. I had Sarah Jane spread her legs as wide as possible, so I could show the boys, and some of the girls what I was talking about. This is very sensitive, and had a great affect on the ladies. The slit its self is sensitive but not as much as the clit. Dragging your tongue down and up in it is also very good. Then there is the hole that goes into her inner parts. Here the tongue also helps to stimulate her. Putting your mouth over her slit and sucking can also drive some girls wild. Putting it all together, you can make her cum with out fucking her. If you make her cum a few times this way, when you put your cock into her fuck hole, you can have her withering in ecstasy. Sometimes you can even make her pass out with the overload of pleasure. Now I am going to eat Sarah Jane's pussy so you can see what it does to her, and remember this is her first time getting a good eating. I started eating her and in a few minutes, she was withering, and breathing very hard. She would buck her hips up, and she came twice. She had a very sweet tasting cum, and I had it all over my face. I told the guys that they could use their fingers on her to get some and try it, and that kept her cumming even more with the guys fingering her pussy to get a taste. Once she came down to reality, the girls all wanted to know how it felt, and she said, It is indescribable. Have one of the guys do it to you it is great. The girls then pared off with the boys again and this time they got their pussies eaten for the first time. Sarah Jane said to me, I know I shouldn't ask favors, but could you do that to Bobby Sue? I want her to experience the best, and you are the best. I said, If my plan is successful then I will be fucking her as well as you and some others. She said, No I mean here. I want her to experience what I just did. I said, Why don't your just read my mind? She answered, I think it would be better if you read mine. Right now I am to worn out to try to read anyone's mind. I said, You may practice everything you learned today, as long as both partners agree. Sleep with whom you want. Togetherness is a good thing, and will teach you that your partner has needs that you should be willing to take care of for them. I am going to sleep in my office, if you need anything, you know where I will be. It was nearly dark when I got to my office. With no lights, the kids settled down pretty quickly, but I could hear them talking and giving encouragement to each other. A few minutes later, Sarah Jane showed up at my tent, and I ask her, Is there a problem? She answered, No, I took some time to see that Bobby Sue was doing all right, then I came. I said, Why did you come here? You said that we could sleep with anyone we wanted, and I want to sleep with you, so here I am. Is that all right? I said Why not read my mind? She said, I try not to read minds, unless there is something I want to know from that person. I am trying to give you a chance to develop your powers, instead of reading minds for you. The questions I just answered for you, you could have read from my mind very easily. You need the practice. I looked into her eyes, and said, Yes, I will fuck you right now, and a couple of times more tonight. As far as Bobby Sue is concerned, it will depend on what happens in the next day or so. Now will you please lie down, give me a blow job and I will eat you before I fuck you. Nice job, she said, That was exactly what I was thinking about, and I am ready to suck your cock, while you eat my pussy. This blow job was much better than the first one, but she still had much to learn. Before I fucked her, I had her whole body just quivering in anticipation with my eating her pussy. When I felt that she was totally under my control, I started kissing up her torso, until I got to her navel. There I stopped to tongue fuck her navel, for a few seconds, then continued up her stomach to where her tits would eventually be. I spent a few minutes sucking and nipping her nipples with my teeth. I kissed on up to her throat, and then locked lips with her. At this point she had her hand on my cock trying to put it into her pussy. I raised my hips up, and she got it to the entrance. At that point, I slowly slipped my cock head into her spreading her pussy lips further than they had ever been in her short life. My cock head was not completely inside of her when it touched her hymen. I felt her shudder a small amount, and still holding my kiss, I rammed my cock into her hymen and on through until I bottomed out. I hit her cervix just as my balls hit her ass. I was not quite totally inside of her, but as tight as her pussy was I knew it would take a couple of times to loosen her up. I broke our kiss and asked Did it hurt bad? I hope not, as I do not want to hurt you. She answered, It happened so fast, that you were all the way inside of me before I even felt anything. There is a small amount of pain, but not much. You can now fuck me and do to me anything sexually that you want to. She then put her arms around me and pulled me down onto her and started kissing me again. I slowly started pumping in and out of her, bringing my cock head out to where it was just inside of her, and then plunging back fully into her. I very slowly started speeding up, until I was ramming into her very hard and fast. She started relaxing, and her pussy muscles started working on milking my cock. I told her I was about to cum, and she said, NO not yet, a little more first, I think I am going to have an orgasm, and I want you in me when I do. I held off as long as I could and when I hit bottom again, I let loose with a larger than normal ejaculation. Just as I did, she had her orgasm, and we collapsed with me still fully inside of her. I told her to relax and go to sleep, and that I was going to sleep on top of her with my cock inside of her. I went to sleep almost immediately. I awoke a couple of hours later. My cock had come out of her as it returned to normal size, but I was still on top of her. She looked like an angel with the full moon shining down on her. She started moving in her sleep, and my cock immediately got hard again. I slowly raised up and positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly entered her. When I was completely in her, I moved my hips in little circular motions, and it was only a few seconds later, that she woke up. I smiled at her and said, This is number two for tonight. If you enjoy me as much as I am enjoying your body, we will have some great times together. She smiled at me and said, Never take it out of me. I love you being inside of me. as she drifted back to sleep. I laid back down on her with my cock still fully inside of her, and I went back to sleep. I awoke in the morning, laying on my back. Sarah Jane was trying to get my limp cock inside of her as she sat on top of me. I smiled up at her and said, Until it gets hard, you will never get it in your tight pussy. Give me a blow job and it will get hard enough for you to impale yourself on it, and then you can ride me like a cowgirl. I had not notice, but several of the kids had gathered around and were watching us. Bobby Sue was with the group and she was smiling. I looked at her and I could tell she was thinking, 'Now sis will be able to fuck dad. Maybe before we leave here I will be able to also.' Once Sarah Jane got my cock hard, she was able to guide it into her pussy, and slid down until it was completely inside of her. The last half inch was inside of her for the first time, and I could feel that my cock head was part way into her cervix opening. She was raising up and dropping down on me and it seemed like she was trying to force my cock head into her womb. By now all the kids were gathered around and watching. They were cheering her on, not knowing that she had lost her virginity a few hours earlier. When she finally just sat on me with my cock still inside of her, I said to the kids, You have just seen what is known as 'girl on top', or the cowgirl position. Today is the day you all have been waiting for. The lesson and practice for today is to have each girl loose her virginity. Using the lessons that you have already learned, will make it very enjoyable to you girls as well as for the boys. Just ask Sarah Jane how she feels and what she thinks of fucking. After breakfast, I told Sarah Jane to help Karen with showing the kids what to do, saying to her, I want some time to see what I can do with this mind reading thing, so I will be up here if I am needed. I lightly touched the minds of all the kids, and had no problem identifying who was who. Sarah Jane looked up toward me when I touched her mind, which I took to mean that she felt me probing her. When I got to Bobby Sue, she was still fretting about none of the boys had been able to get past her hymen. She seemed to be really upset, so I planted a suggestion in her mind that she should come up and see me, and explain her problem. A few minutes later, I saw Bobby Sue walking slowly toward my office. When she got there, she said, Bob, I am sorry to interrupt what you are doing, but I have a bad problem and I thought you might be able to help me. I said, I am here as not only as a teacher of sex, but to try to solve any problems you kids are having. I will be glad to hear what you have to say. She got real shy, and said, I am not use to talking about sex with guys, and hardly ever even with mom and Sarah Jane. I said, Bobby Sue, I really do understand how you feel, but I cannot help you if you won't tell me the problem. Do not think of me as a boy, but maybe as a doctor that you are talking to about that problem. She got a shy smile on her face, and said, OK doctor, I have this problem down there. I spoke up and said, By down there, I take it you mean with your pussy, is that correct? Yes, mmmmmy my pussy. I said, What is the nature of this problem? She got really quiet for a minute, and then blurted out Non of the boys can break my hymen, so I can never have my dad fuck me. and she started crying. I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, letting my cock rise between her legs. I kissed her on the nose, and said, Bobby Sue, do not worry. The doctor will fix everything for you. She said, between sniffles, You are going to help me? I said, Of course I will. You are one of my girls, and I will see what the problem is and we will fix it. Now be a good girl and lay down on my bed on your back. Spread your legs as wide as you can get them. I got between her legs, and said, I am going to see if I can do it the easy way. I am going to put my cock inside of you and see if I can break it that way. Ok she sniffled. I put my cock head to her pussy and pushed until it was part way inside of her. I ask if she felt any pain, and she said, no. I pushed in a little more until I could feel her hymen, and stopped. I then asked if there was any pain. She said, No pain, but I could feel you hitting something. I said, That is your hymen. I am going to keep on pushing until you tell me to stop. If the pain gets to bad, I will stop and we will do it another way. OK? She answered, You are the doctor. I kept putting more and more pressure on her hymen, but it did not seem to even slightly bend. It got to the point where the pressure was pushing her whole body. I could see she was in pain, but was determined to not let me know. I told her, Your hymen is extremely thick. With out seriously hurting you, we cannot break it the normal way. How much do you trust me? What do you mean? she asked. I said, I am going to have to use a knife to puncture your hymen. Do you trust me to use a knife in your pussy? Bare in mind that I have never done this before, but I have heard about it. While Bobby Sue was thinking about it, I mentally called Sarah Jane, and instructed her to quietly slip away and come and see me immediately. Bobby Sue was still thinking about what to answer, when Sarah Jane got there. I let Bobby Sue tell her what the problem was, and that she was torn between not letting me do it, and the idea that if she did not, then she could never fuck dad. Sarah Jane said, Bobby Sue, I would trust Bob to do anything to me, and my advice is to let him do it. I will hold your hand, and help you endure the pain as much as I can. Bobby Sue said, Show me the knife please. I got my penknife and opened the blade. I said, It is extremely sharp. It depends on how thick your hymen really is as to how much it might hurt. That is all I can tell you about it. Once I get a cut through it and the pain subsides, then I will try again with my cock to force it to disintegrate. She thought for a minute or two, and said, Doctor, I trust what my sister has said, and I also trust you to do your best. Please get that nasty thing out of my pussy so I can enjoy what I saw Sara Jane enjoy this morning. Don't worry if I cry, just do what you have to do. I had an alcohol lamp, which I opened and put the knife in it for a few seconds. I said to the girls, We do not want to have to worry about an infection, and the alcohol will sterilize the knife. I said, The hard part now is for you to keep your legs spread as wide as possible no matter what. Otherwise I will not be able to get the knife in position. Can you do that or do you want me to make something that will not let you close up? Sarah Jane said, If you can make something to hold her open, it would be better. I looked around and found a limb from a tree that was thick enough that she could not bend it, and tied one end to her left knee. I then kept forcing her legs further and further apart until I could see into her pussy a short way. At that point I tied the other knee to the limb. I stuck a finger into her pussy until it touched her hymen. I then slid the knife along side of my finger until it was touching her hymen. I very slowly put pressure on the point of the knife. Sarah Jane kept her hand over Bobby Sues mouth so she could not make to much noise. I kept increasing the pressure on the knife, and it slowly started cutting through her hymen. Once it was through, I said, I am going to try to cut a slit so that my cock will later be able to push through. You are doing a great job Bobby Sue, and I am sorry for your pain. I got a small slit cut, but was hesitant to make it to big for fear of cutting something I should not. I carefully pulled the knife out along with my finger. I succeeded in making a small slice in my finger, but it probably did not hurt anywhere as much as she was going through. Once I had the knife out and put away so no one could be cut on it, I said, We will wait until you are feeling better, before we continue. So I will take the brace off of your legs. Bobby Sue screamed NO, don't take it off. I want you to enter me now and get it over with. I looked at Sarah Jane, and she just shrugged her shoulders. I said, Are you really sure that you want me to do this? I am sure there will be a lot of pain. She said, Do it now, before I stop it forever. Sarah Jane shook her head yes, and mentally told me 'do not stop until you are fully inside of her. Otherwise I am afraid she will never be fucked.' Sarah Jane took hold of my cock and stroked it a few times to get it real hard, and then I got between Bobby Sues pussy and the brace on her knees. I started to say something, but Sarah Jane shook her head no and indicated to go ahead. Which I did. I put the head of my cock into the open portion of her pussy and pushed it until it hit her hymen. At that point I put my full weight behind my lunge into her. She would have screamed, but Sarah Jane had her hand over her mouth and stopped it. I was tight against her cervix, and still had some to go, but that was good enough for now. I let it set for a minute, and then started pumping slowly in and out of her. After a few full strokes into her, I saw her face change from red crying to neutral, and after a few more strokes she was smiling. Just before I came, I came down on her so hard I forced my cock into her womb. My whole load of cum was sent directly into her baby making compartment. If she were a little older, she would be pregnant. Once I lost my hard on, I took off the knee stick. Then I laid down on top of her and kissed her and told her how much I admired her guts, and that I appreciated her willingness to let me help her become a normal non virgin. She put her arms around me and pulled me tight, and said, if you were not Sarah Jane's boyfriend, I would want you for mine. I told Sarah Jane to stay with her, while I went to tell the rest of the kids what had happened. Once I had explained Bobby Sues problem to them, I said that it has been corrected, but that they should be very gentle with her. By the time I got back to her, she was up and moving around. I said, any time you are ready, you can go join the rest. Use your own judgment as to when you want to resume training. she answered me by saying, I might as well start now, so none of them miss out on anything because of me. She then went back to the kids to resume practice. I said to Sarah Jane, Your sister has a lot of guts to go back this fast. I know that it had to hurt her when I practically raped her, to get her open. Sarah Jane said, She has always had a high tolerance for pain, but you are right. I don't think I could have gone back this soon. Before dark, I checked on the kids, and everyone was having a great time. Even Bobby Sue was looking good and being fucked when I looked in on her. I told the kids that in the morning, there would be one quick lesson, but no practicing, and then we would be taking them home, one family at a time. Bobby Sue, insisted that she wanted to spend the night with me, and that Sarah Jane should be in the tent so the others would have a chance to fuck her, and she would be able to fuck me. Sarah Jane was not to pleased with this, but I told her that she should join the rest of them, and not be thought of as the teachers pet. She reluctantly did. Bobby Sue then went to my office (bedroom) while Sarah Jane went to where Bobby Sue had been sleeping. I quietly said to one of the boys, With out her knowing, try to get the boys to all fuck her tonight. I know some of you want to, so here is your chance. When I got to my tent, Bobby Sue was waiting on the cot with her legs spread wide, and her arms stretched out in a come here jester. I looked down on her and said, Are you sure you want me inside of you again this soon? She smiled and said, I am not trying to take you away from Sarah Jane, I just want to show you how much I appreciate what you have done for me. I know that she will understand, when she gets one of the others inside of her. Please fuck me all night. I did not need a second invitation. This time I made love to her, kissing and sucking her face, nipples and her pussy before I entered her. I made slow passionate love to her, and she returned my love in kind. Departure day came fast. After the kids had eaten, I called them all together for one last lesson. I said, This lesson will not take much time, because none of you girls have tit, yet. I just want to say that kissing and sucking on nipples both male and female, is also an erogenous zone. You might want to try it on each other for a few minutes. Fifteen minutes later, I called for the Smith kids and had them dress. I told Karen to take them two blocks from their home, and then return for the next family. As the kids were getting ready to go, I mentally instructed them that they could not talk about what went on at camp, and to tell their parents that I would be coming in the next few days to talk to them. The kids were also told that they would not remember where the camp was, nor would they remember leaving the camp, but from the point that Karen released them, they would remember getting off of a bus. When Karen returned, I had the Cooper kids ready, and they had been given the same instructions. I was sending out the kids that lived the farthest away, first. The Parker kids I would take out at the same time that Karen took the forth group, and I would take them home. Also at this time I mentally told Karen that she could not talk about camp, and would not remember how to get back to it again. By the time we got to the Parker house, we were getting very hungry. It was mid afternoon, so Sarah Jane, made some sandwiches, and said, This should hold us till mom has supper ready. She should be home in an hour or so. She gets home about an hour before dad does. Also, we should all shed our clothing, before she gets here. I asked Why would I want to be nude when your mom comes home? I would think that would set her off, seeing her two daughters nude and with a stranger she had never seen before. Bobby Sue said, It is against the rules for us to wear clothing in the house. If mom sees us in clothing, she will tell dad, and then he will punish us. I said, I can understand that, but won't they object to me being nude also. They might jump to the conclusion that we have been fucking. Sarah Jane laughed, and said, Well for the past three days, we have been. I said, Yes, but don't you think they might think we were doing it here? Sarah Jane then said, All kidding aside, the rule is if our guest is wearing clothing, then we must, and will get a lecture later. If our guest is nude, then nothing is ever said. We were sitting on the living room couch with a girl on either side of me, watching some Doctor advice show, when the kitchen door opened and their mom came in. She was nude, as they all normally changed in the garage before entering the house. I was definitely not prepared for what I saw. She was about 5ft 8in. Her waist looked to be about 26 but her tits stood out like headlights on a car. They did not sag a millimeter. They must have been about 40DD's from my perspective. Her hair was shoulder length, and a beautiful red (natural) color. Her pubic hair was also bright red, and shaved into the shape of a small heart. Her skin was extremely fair. She looked like she had just stepped off of a wedding cake. I immediately thought of Ronda Fleming, but she was much better looking, and had a better body for my money. I turned my head to look else where, and she said, I don't mind if you look at me. I actually like for people to see me this way. Sarah Jane said, Mom this is Bob. He was the councilor at camp, and he is here to talk to both you and dad. She walked over to me and took my hand, and said, I am Eloise Parker, but my friends call me 'E', and you should also. George will be home in just about an hour, but he may have to go back to the hospital later. I asked, Is he ill? Sarah Jane said, I guess I forgot to tell you that dad and mom are pediatrics doctors. E said, I am going to fix supper. Now no more playing house, until after you talk to your dad. Bobby Sue said, What??? E answered, I can see both of you are ready for him. Just cool it for a while. With that she went into the kitchen. Bobby Sue said, I wonder what she meant? Sarah Jane said, She just said that she knows we have been fucked and we have to wait for dad to do it again. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, and I shook my head yes to indicate that I had read that in their moms mind. I also saw in there something that got me a little excited. She liked the way I looked, and the size of my cock. Setting between the two girls, I had an arm around each one, and was playing with a nipple on each one, while mindlessly watching the TV. I was also thinking of how to tell their parents about the camp. Sarah Jane, must have been reading my mind, as she mentally told me to start at the beginning, and tell them the exact truth. To be continued Comments and suggestions are always welcome [email protected]

Bob's Story 6 By JSR The Counselor The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. Sarah Jane and I were talking, and I said, I would like to find a family of 4. Two males and 2 females, that we could try some experiments on. She asked, Why a family of 4, and what experiments? I answered, A family with 2 of each sex, so I could use one as a test subject, and the other as a standard. None of the tests would physically hurt the people, and it would help me to learn the extent of my powers, and maybe I would learn enough to teach you how to use some of the powers I have. However, the people involved should NOT know what I am doing, and just think that we are just good friends of theirs. They should also be people that we do not currently know, as they might get suspicious of what we are doing. Sarah Jane said, Good luck finding them. Between the two of us, we know almost every family in town. The first day of school, was a half day. We had a welcoming assembly, and then got our class schedules. It was very hectic! Everyone was chasing around trying to find where their class rooms were, and then we all went home. The next day (Thursday) would be our first day of actual classes. My schedule called for me to be in Biology for the first class of the day. I was seated, and just as the bell rang, someone from the office came in with a list of 5 people who were wanted in the office immediately. My name was on the list. We were told to bring our belongings with us. There were quite a few kids there when we got there, and each of us was told to get in a certain line and wait for our turn to talk to a counselor. I was last in my line, so I had to wait for about an hour before I could go in. Once inside the councilors office, I noted that it was not my usual councilor. There was a lady behind the desk, and my councilor was a man. I said, There must be some mistake, my councilor is Mr. Lavine. The lady said, I am Mrs. Benson. Some students have had their councilors changed, and you are one of them. I asked, Why the change? The school has had an influx of a large number of transfer students. The change was made so that I as a new councilor would have both new and old students in my group. Of the people who changed, I was given several of the top students, and you are the TOP in the school. That is one reason I held you for last. I wanted to see what the more average students were like before I met you. While she was speaking, I looked around the room, and spotted a picture of her, a girl about my age, and two boys probably about 10. I asked if it was her family and she said it was. I then asked where her husband was, and she said that he had died as a marine in the middle east. I gave her my condolences, and said, You must be very proud of him. Being a marine is a tough, but important job. She answered, Yes we are very proud of him, but we miss him very much. Now lets get down to our task of changing your schedule. While she was going over what we had to change and why, I was using part of my brain to scan hers. She was new to the area, and was normally a science teacher, but the only opening that they had was as a councilor, and she needed the job, so she took it. Her brain cells, seemed like they were all light up and I detected a slight interest that was not confined to my school work. Once we had my schedule changed to something that I could agree with, I said, Mrs. Benson, tell me something about your daughter, she appears in the picture to be about my age, and I like the way she looks. She said, She is a year younger than you are. I would ask you to come to the house and talk with her, but I cannot do that because you are a student and I should not have you in my house. I replied, Mrs. Benson, I would beg to differ with you. As a teacher it would be improper for you to invite me to your home. However as a councilor, it would not be out of bounds to talk to me at your home, especially since your children would be present. She answered, I will check with the principal and ask him for a ruling on that. If he agrees with you, I will be glad to introduce my daughter, and sons to you. If he disagrees with you, then the invitation will not be forthcoming. I said, Fair enough. And by the way, she is as beautiful as her mom. and I left the room. I knew it would take her time to get up to speed on the people she was to council, so did not worry about not hearing from her. After three weeks, I began to think that she did not get permission to let me meet her daughter. However, that afternoon, I got a message to see her after my last class. On reporting to her office, Mrs. Benson said, The principal agreed with your assessment of the situation, and said as long as I and/or my sons were there it would be all right for you to come our home. Would you like to come over on Saturday morning? I have talked to Sergeant about you and she said that it would be all right with her if you came to talk with her. I asked, Sergeant? That is a strange name for a girl. Mrs. Benson said, Her dad called her that, and it stuck. Her real name is Nancy. Oh I said, He must have thought she ruled the house then. No, he felt that she was a know it all, and that put her in the Sergeant class she stated. I laughed and said, I guess that makes us about the same. My parents think I know everything. What time Saturday should I arrive? Anytime after 8AM. We should be finished with breakfast by then. The boys (twins) will also be going to their swimming lessons about 9. I said, Mrs. Benson, you are a doll, and thank you for the invitation. She smiled and said, Thank you for the complement, and I will see you on Saturday. Walking Sarah Jane home that day, I said to her, I think I have found the perfect family to experiment with. She asked me, Who? I said, Have you met Mrs. Benson the new councilor? No, she answered. I said, She is my councilor, and she has a daughter a year older than you, and twin boys that are a year younger than you. She has obtained permission to have me at her home. I suggested that I wanted to get to know her daughter, and that got me in. Once I have met the family I will be able to start some experiments, and with twin boys, it will give me a great opportunity to make some changes in one and see how it works out. I will not make any permanent changes in any of them, because I will eventually take the changes out, unless there is a great BIG reason not to do so. The big green Jealousy monster suddenly appeared in Sarah Jane's voice. I said to her, Sarah Jane, no need to be jealous of someone you don't know. Remember if it was not for you, I would not know that I had these powers. You are, if you don't know it, my girl friend. You know I love fucking all the ladies and girls, but you are the only one I have a great respect for. She said, Thank you Bob for telling me that, if I had been thinking, I would have know it already. I said, When the time is right, I will see about getting permission for you to be involved also. Saturday morning, I was there at exactly 8AM. Mrs. Benson answered the door, and said, I said after 8AM, and you are exactly 15 seconds after. I guess you are eager to see Sergeant. I answered, Well it is not everyday that I get invited to see a lovely young lady, and her beautiful mother. She answered, If you think flattery will get you anywhere, with me, think again. It just might work on Sergeant though. I kind of snickered, as I read her mind. She was kind of excited that someone of my age would use flattery as a way to get to her. She invited me into the house, and led me to the living room, where Nancy or Sergeant was watching a video. She turned off the TV and said, Sergeant this is Bob. He wanted to meet you, and talk to you for a while. I said, I understand that you are called Sergeant, but your name is Nancy. Which do you prefer to be called? She thought for a moment, and said, You may call me Sarge. I said, Sarge, I am very happy to meet you. You are a very beautiful girl. She blushed and I continued, I see that you take after your mom in the looks department. She looked at her mom and said, See there mom, someone else thinks you are beautiful. I just wish you would dress like you use to do for dad. I said, Mrs. Benson, I think that if you don't mind, I could use a glass of water. Sarge said, I'll get it for you, and mom does he have to be so formal? Let him call you PC, like dad always did. She then went to get me the water. I said to Mrs. Benson, What does PC stand for? She said, My mom loved cats, and she named me Angora, which is a breed of cat. My Husband shortened it to PC to stand for pussy cat. Here in this house, and ONLY in this house you may call me PC. Any other place, you must call me Mrs. Benson. I replied, PC it is then. And I will be careful to call you Mrs. Benson when not here. I do understand why, and I mean no disrespect by calling you PC. She said, All right then, it is settled. Now I will go get the twins, so you can meet them before they go to practice. Sarge came back with the water, which I drank straight down. For some reason I was very thirsty. I told her that I would be calling her mom PC, and that she went to get the twins for me to meet before they go to practice. Sarge said, They are a little goofy, but not to bad, for little brothers. PC and the twins came into the room, and she introduced them to me as Amos and Andy. I asked her, From the old, old radio show? She said, I am surprised that you would know about that show, but yes, their father did name them for that. I said, How do you tell them apart? They are absolutely identical. She said, After you get to know them, it is easy. They have distinctly different personalities. She continued, I will be taking them to practice, and then going shopping. I will then go pick them up before I come home. Sergeant, is not to go out anywhere. So if you leave, make sure the doors are locked as you do. Other wise I will see you when we get back. I said, PC, I will make sure that she is safe, and I did not have any intentions of going anywhere today. I just want to get to know her, and the rest of the family. I sat and talked to Sarge, while I was probing her mind. I was not looking for anything in particular, so it was just a gentle probe to see how she thought. I did find one thing. She did not like to read, or do homework. It showed in her getting C- grades. I asked her Why do you get so low of grades? You seem smart enough to me, to be getting much better grades. She said, I hate to read, it is so boring. I asked her, Isn't there something that you are interested in, that you could read about? She answered, Only ScFi, and I get to see most of the ScFi movies that come out. I replied, That's great, but if you read the books, they are usually much better than the movies. You should start reading them. I'll bet you would enjoy reading them. She asked, What do you read, besides text books? I answered, A few years ago, I got interested in hypnotism, and started reading everything I could find on the subject. About a year ago, I hypnotized my first person. I can now hypnotize almost anyone. I learned that just by reading. Sarge said, I wish I could do something like that. It might get mom off of my back. I said, I can try to hypnotize you and see if it could help you do something like that, if you would like. She said, Can you really hypnotize someone? I replied, So far I have only found one person I could not hypnotize, so we can try if you like. She said, It is worth a try. What do you need for me to do? Just shut off the TV, we are not watching it anyway. Close the drapes so that it is not so bright in the room, and sit on the couch. When she had done these things, I said, Sit next to me, and concentrate on my voice. Other than that, you have to do nothing. I began one of my hypnotic routines, and in about a minute, she was asleep waiting for my instructions. I found a place in her brain that I could use to change her liking to read, and instilled a desire to learn and to read everyday. I then did some looking around, and decided to give her a curiosity about her brothers, and a desire to see them (with out them knowing it) undressed. I wanted to see just how far she would go in that direction. I also had her show me her tits, and I played with them for a few minutes before I had her put her bra and blouse back on. I then had her wake up. Sarge said, I must have fallen asleep. I hope I did not miss anything, or did you just give up on me? I answered, No I did not give up on you. I think that in the next few days, you will be reading a lot more and retaining what you read and hear. Your teachers will be amazed at your improvement. We sat and talked about school work for a little while, and then PC and the boys came back. PC asked, What have you been doing? No mischief, I hope. Sarge replied, Bob hypnotized me, and thinks that I will now do better in school. I sure hope he is right. We will see said PC. Bob, will you come with me, I want to talk to you in private? From the tone of her voice, I could tell it was a command, and not a request, so I said, Lead on. PC lead me to her bedroom, and closed the door after we entered. She said, I want to talk to you about this nonsense of hypnotizing Nancy. I said, PC, it is not nonsense. I can hypnotize almost anyone. So far, I have only found one person that I could not. If you would like, I can see if I can put you under, and then you will know I am telling the truth. She said, And just how to you propose to do it, and how would I know what you had me do or say if I were to actually be hypnotized? I answered, if you have a video camera, we can set it up and record everything that we do and say, then when I bring you out of the trance, you can watch the tape and see just what we did. She said, I do not think that you can do it, so yes I will get the camera, and it will prove that you are lying. I replied, Get the camera, and we will see what happens. There are some people that cannot be hypnotized, but I do not think that you are one of them. PC went to find the camera, and came back with it and a tripod. She asked, Where do you want me to be? I need to know so I can set the camera to catch what is going on. I said, Place it where you can get that love seat totally in the picture. We will sit on it, after you pull the shades down and turn off the lights. This works better in a low light setting. Are you sure that you are not trying to seduce me? I answered, If I were, I would have had you on the bed, but then maybe next time as I gave a low laugh. She said, In your dreams!!! Once the camera was set up, she lowered the light, but made sure that there was enough light for the camera to get good pictures. She then started the camera, and sat on the loveseat. I sat down beside her, and said, Just listen to the tone of my voice. Concentrate on what I am saying, and how I am saying it. I then started on of the 'I can't be hypnotized' routines. It took about 3 minutes before I was sure that she was 'under'. I asked her to tell me her name, and she said, My name is Angora Benson, but most people call me PC. I then asked, How many children do you have, and what is their names? She answered, I have 3 kids, Nancy, and the twins, Amos and Andy. I then asked, How old are you. She answered, 33. Where is your husband? He was a Marine, and died in the middle east, two years ago. At this point, I decided to go for broke, and said, PC, it is near bed time, you should take off your blouse and bra. She stood up and proceeded to unbutton her blouse, and pulled it out of her skirt. She then took it to the closet and hung it on a hangar. Returning, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then removed it and put it on the chair beside the bed. I then told her to set back on the loveseat, which she did. I said to her, Pretend that I am you late husband, and tell me what you want me to do to you. She said, Jack, I need you to fuck me, but please play with my tits, It will help me get ready for your cock to enter my pussy. When you play with them, I get so wet that you can slide into me very easily. I then started kissing her nipples, and squeezing her breasts. I played with her tits for about 5 minutes, and then said, PC, when I clap my hands, you will wake up. I then clapped my hands, and PC came awake, and said, See, I told you that you were faking. I said, PC, look at yourself, before you say anything more. She looked down and saw that her tits were wet and her blouse and bra were gone. She got red in the face, and I said, PC, if I were a scoundrel I would have raped you, and I am sure I would have enjoyed it. Now lets rewind the tape, and you will see just what happened while you were hypnotized. She started looking for her bra and blouse, and I said, You hung your blouse on a hangar and put it in the closet. You bra, you laid on a chair on the other side of the bed. By the way, You have a very nice set of tits, and your nipples are divine. She looked at me in frustration, and said, Since you have already been sucking my nipples, I guess it it a little late to hide them from you. Lets watch the tape on the tv down stairs. I said, Do you want the kids to see what I was doing with you? She said, Good point. I will set it up on this tv. Once she had the tape loaded, we watched the tape, and she said, I cannot believe that I willingly took off my blouse and bra in front of you and acted like it was normal. I also do not understand why I said some of the things on the tape that I did. Please do not say anything to the kids, nor anyone else, PLEASE. I said, Mrs. Benson, I am not that kind of a person. This is just between you and me. However, I would like to become a regular visitor here. I like Sarge, and I would like to get to know Amos and Andy. I would also like to get to know you better. Remember, I had to have you do something that you would not have willingly done, had you not been hypnotized. If I had been the kind of person that you were expecting me to be, I would not have stopped where I did. I am a normal guy, and to see you nude would have been very exciting for me. However if I had done that, you would have thrown me out of the house and never aloud me to come back. PC said, Bob, every thing you just said sounded very sincere. I appreciate it that you stopped where you did. There has been no harm done, and you can still call me PC here. You may come back anytime. Now, did you really do something that will make Nancy do better in school? Yes, I think you will see a big change in her study habits, and grades. I want to monitor her progress to see just where I might tweak her to do better. It is about time for me to leave, so I will go say good by to Sarge, and the boys, before I go. PC started following me out, and I said, PC, I love seeing your tits, but are you going to let the boys and Sarge see them also? She pulled me to her and kissed me on the mouth and said, A stranger has seen them and sucked them, so I guess my family might as well see them. Just don't say anything or I could loose my job. PC, I do not kiss and tell. What happens in this house, stays in this house. I then said goodby to the boys and Sarge, while all three of them stared at PC's tits. She said, I will explain to them after you are gone. Come back any weekend. Upon leaving, I headed toward Sarah Jane's home. The door was not locked, so I let myself in, and removed my clothing. I then headed for E's bedroom. E was laid out on the top of her bed, nude as usual. I entered, and walked over to her. She looked up and smiled at me. I bent down and kissed her very pregnant stomach, and said, Kids, daddy is here. Then I bent further down and kissed her pussy. She said, Bob, you sure know how to make me feel great. I said, I think I have a problem with Sarah Jane, and I wanted to talk to you about it. What is the problem? she asked. I replied, I have detected some of the little green eyed monster in her lately. I think it is unwarranted, but maybe as her mom, you might be able to help me to understand what her problem is. Don't forget that she is a couple of years younger than you, and she still sees things more as a child than as an adult, or even as a teen aged girl. Still, I will talk to her and see if I can find out what is going on. In the mean time, why don't you got to Bobby Sues room and talk to her. I will go there when I finish talking to SJ. I went to see Bobby Sue, and she was happy to see me. Since she was being home schooled, so no one would know that she is pregnant, she was starved for company, that was not family. She was setting in an easy chair, reading when I entered her room. She started to get up, and I said, No, Bobby Sue, just set. I will come to you. When I reached her chair, she said, Bob, I am so glad to see someone besides my family. Thank you for coming. I replied, I am glad to be appreciated. How are you doing, with the pregnancy, and with your school work? She said, Sarah Jane is very jealous of my big tits Hers are about the size of a small orange now. I leaned over and kissed her on each nipple, and she said, You can suck on them if you want, I am anxious to know how it will feel when the baby starts sucking them. I said, I would love to, but I will have to make it quick. You mom will be here and maybe SJ will be with her, very soon. With that, I sucked on each of her nipples for a couple of minutes, and then I also kissed her pussy. She was smiling like she was trying to light up Times Square. I pulled up a chair and sat next to her. I asked, Do you have any feelings about which one of us knocked you up? She frowned, and said, No, but I sure hope it was you. It would be great knowing that you not only knocked me up, but mom as well. However, SJ would like to think that it was someone else, that did both mom and me, but we know for sure that you did knock mom up. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door, and then it slowly opened. E, and SJ entered. E said, Bob, SJ has something to say, but would rather it be with just the two of you. I looked at SJ and said, SJ, I have no secrets from your family, just say what you want to say. I will listen to anything you say before I make any comment. Sarah Jane looked at Bobby Sue, and said, Ok, but I hope what I say does not upset her, or mom. I said, If it does, I will take full responsibility for that. However, I cannot see that what you are going to say should bother them at all, but possibly might bother me. She continued, Ok, then here it is. I thought that you and I had a very special relationship. You have gotten mom pregnant, and might even be the father of Bobby Sues child. Yet here I am, without being pregnant. It appears to me that you don't want me to get pregnant, and I want your child very badly. I looked at her and then said, You really want to drop out of school, just to have my baby? I do not think that is a wise move. I will say this, If you want it that badly, you will have to convince you mom and dad of it. If they tell me it is all right for you to get pregnant, then I will fuck you every day until you are. While I like getting women pregnant, I have special feelings for you that make me want to wait, until you are out of school. E, will you say what you feel about this? E thought for a few minutes, and said, SJ, Bob is right. You should finish your education first. However, if you can convince you father, then I will go along with it, but you will have to be very sure. Talk to your sister, about some of the things that go along with pregnancy, before you make up your mind, and before you talk to you father. I said, Another thing you should consider, is that with the ACS group, I will always be fucking other women, including your mom, and sister. I will not become your exclusive cock hound. I have a feeling that my working with Mrs. Benson and her family is part of what has you feeling left out. Be aware that I am trying to bring that family into the ACS. And just so that you know, as of yet, I have not fucked anyone in that family. However it is just a matter of a few weeks at most, until I do. I also fully expect that if I do get you pregnant, that when the baby is old enough, it will also be included, just as I expect you mom's twins, and your sisters child to be added at the appropriate time. E then said, SJ, I think you should go to your room and think about what Bob has said, before you make the decision to ask/not ask your father about it. I said, Listen to you mom. If you want, I will stay here until you have decided what way you are going to go. SJ, said, Please stay. I will let you know before you leave the house what we are going to do. She then left the room. Bobby Sue said, You know that she is very much in love with you! I think I know you well enough to believe that you will do what ever she decides. I just hope that she decides to wait until she graduates. I said to myself, SJ, I know that you are reading my mind. I want you to know that I really do have special feelings for you, and I want to wait until we can do things the way most people do. As I said, I will abide by your decision, but I beg you to wait until after you graduate. Or maybe I should say that I want to see you graduate with a very large belly and tits that will poke my eyes out. I then asked E, Have you said anything to George about how you could get pregnant, since he told you that you had a problem, and then he got the Vasectomy? She answered, He told me that he was afraid I would have a boy, and then I would be fucking the kid. He wanted to fuck the girls, but would have been jealous of the boy(s). I asked him how he felt about me having your kids, and he said that he had gotten over his hang up, and he is glad that I am going to have more kids, and that he is happy that they will be yours. I also told him that when ever I feel like it, I will be going out with other men. He agreed, and said, since we are in the ACS group, I guess we both will be seeing others, both at meetings and other places. I then said, You are saying then that we have an open marriage? He said, yes, as long as we both come back here afterward, no going off for a few days. Overnight is all right though, for both of us. While E was answering, I put up a mental shield so that SJ could not read my mind, and then I also tried to put up on on E and Bobby Sue. I wanted to say some things to them, without SJ knowing. I was not sure that it would work, but I had to see. After the shields? Were up, I said to E, Is it ok if I take SJ home with me, and have her spend the night? I will see that she is home in time to get ready for school on Monday morning. E said, If she wants to go with you, you have my permission to take her. But I think you should bring her home Sunday night, so that she can get her things and go to school like normal. You are welcome to spend Sunday night with her here, or with me or Bobby Joe as you like. If she agrees, then I will bring her home when she wants to come, be it Sunday night or Monday morning. I then took down all the shields, and said (in my mind) SJ please come back down and talk with us. I looked at E, and said, I think that Sarah Jane will be down shortly. E then asked me, How would you know that? I replied, It is just a hunch that I have. SJ came down a few minutes later, and said, I want to apologize to Bob, Bobby Sue, and to you, mom, for my earlier outburst. I have just been letting my imagination get the better of me. Please forgive me. E said, You do not owe me or Bobby Joe an apology, but you definitely need to apologize to Bob. Sarah Jane said, Bob, please forgive me, I know I was wrong, and I do not want to alienate you. I replied, Thank you for the apology, altho it was not really necessary. I now have a question for you. How would you like to go home with me, and spend the day tomorrow at my house. I will bring you back Sunday night, or Monday morning, as you wish, so that you have time to get ready for school. Sarah Jane, started jumping up and down, and said, You can bring me back after school on Monday, I will take what I need for school, and that will give me an excuse to go back to your house after school, to pick up my clothing. With that she came over and kissed me. I asked E, Is that acceptable with you? She answered, If it is all right with you and your parents. No problem, I answered. SJ got her things together, and we left for my house. On the way, SJ said, Bob, do not think I am complaining, but there was a brief time at home that I could not read your mind, and mom or Bobby Sue. Am I loosing my ability? I answered, No, you are not loosing your ability. I was testing to see if I could shield someone else's mind from being read. Apparently I succeed. I shielded E and Bobby Sue for a short time, just for the test. That is when I asked if you could go with me. I have always known that your powers exceed those of mine, but you amaze me sometimes with what you can do. You are getting more powerful as you learn about what you can do I said, Now as to Mrs. Benson and family, I will tell you that eventually they will be part of the ACS group. I have already started sowing the seeds. I started with Nancy (Sarge), she will start going nude at home. When her mom complains, she will do what she has to do, but will be nude again a little later. Since she has two brothers, they will probably follow her lead. I will be going back next Saturday, and see how things are going. So far, I have not done anything to Mrs. Benson, nor the boys. I figure the boys seeing their older sister nude, will get them started doing the same thing, once Mrs. Benson gives up the battle. Sarah Jane, said, You mean PC, don't you? I said, Yes but for now it is a name I can only use at their house. Also anything I do to them, or have them do, must not get out in the open. We do not want Mrs. Benson to loose her job. At home, mom and dad were watching an old tv show. I told them that Sarah Jane was going to be here all day tomorrow, and would come back after school to pick up her other clothing. Mom said with a smile, Sarah Jane, If you do not look out, this boy will have you pregnant. SJ said, No, he has refused to do that already, so I will have to wait about 3 more years. Mom looked at her and said, Good for the two of you. Finish your education first. Dad just sat there and smiled, remembering when he had fucked SJ at the last ACS meeting. I said, We will put her things in my closet. Then I think that I will take a shower, and go to bed. SJ you can stay here with mom and dad for a while, or go with me. She said, You probably need me to wash your back and things, so I will go with you. Dad said, You two behave yourselves in the shower, Don't fall over and break something. He was laughing as he said it. I adjusted the shower to the right temp., and got in, pulling SJ with me. Once under the spray, I started kissing her. My cock was rubbing against her slit. After a few minutes, I turned her around and started soaping her back. Once I had her back fully soaped, I reached around her and started soaping her chest. I noticed that her nipples were larger than they had been, and her apple sized tits, were now about the size of a small grapefruit I asked, Are your tits growing again? She said, I think so, they are a little sore, and seem to be bigger than they were a couple of days ago. I continued soaping her down her stomach and to her pussy. I rubbed her clit with soap, and then the inside of her slit. She was squirming while I did that, then I continued down to her feet. I then turned her around and said, Your turn to soap me. I handed her the soap. Since I was facing her, she started with my chest, and when she got down to my cock, she got on her knees, and began giving me a blow job. Shortly before I was ready to blow, I took hold of her head and started fucking her face. I got pretty rough, and was forcing my cock down her throat. When I was ready to cum, I made her deep throat me and kept my cock in her throat until I had finished cumming. She could hardly talk for a few minutes. She said, a short time later, That is the first time you have forced me, and I liked it. From now on, make me deep throat you when I give you blow jobs. We continued washing each other. When it was time for me to rinse her pussy, I took my cock and rubbed it against the soap in her slit, and then started pushing the head into her. Once I got my cock buried in her, I lifter her legs and had her put them around me and locked her ankles together. She had her arms around my neck, holding us close. I put my hands under her ass, and grabbed her ass cheeks, and used them to pull her on and off of my cock. She kissed me and said, You never cease to amaze me with different positions. No wonder I love you so much. I answered, I love your willingness to do anything that I want. You are a great fuck. Once we had finished in the shower, we dried each other off, and then went down stairs, hand in hand. As we entered the living room, mom said, We know you had fun in the shower, and so do all the neighbors. Try to tone down somewhat, the neighbors do not need to know what you two are doing. Dad laughed, and said, Well might as well let them know, sooner or later they will figure it out anyway. We sat and talked to mom and dad until bedtime. Once in my room, Sarah Jane said,Please forgive me for the way I have been acting the past few days. I know I was wrong. I will try to make it up to you, by making myself your slave. From now on, I will do as you say, without question, and I will also get a slave collar to wear. I said, Don't do or say anything that you might regret later. Sleep on what you have just said, and see how you feel later. SJ then kissed me and said, You will be a wonderful master for me, I just know it. She laid on the bed, and I laid down beside her, with my head at her feet. I said, It is 69 time. She said, I don't understand. Just suck my cock and open your legs. I am going to eat your pussy while you suck my cock. That is called the 69 position. She answered, Yes master. On Monday, I walked SJ home after school. E was in the living room when we came in. She said to me, How come you don't have a car? It would save you legs a lot of wear. I answered, Several reasons, starting with I like to walk, I do not have a job, so I can not afford to buy a car, and third, my dad does not have enough to buy one for me. E said, Those are pretty good reasons. Do you have a drivers license? I answered, Yes, I do drive dad's car now and then. E then said, How about if I loan you my car? I cannot drive it for some time, and it might as well be used by someone. I replied, I would not ask that of you. If I have an accident, I could not afford to get it fixed. She answered, It is fully insured, so that is not a problem. I replied, That's fine, but I would not feel right doing so. She then said, How about I let you take it when you and SJ are going somewhere? Then you could take her to the Drive In movies, or other places that the two of you want to go. I said, That would be very kind of you, and I will think about it. E then said, It is not kindness, I do not want my daughter to have to walk everywhere, and the father of my twins should be driving, and not walking. About that time, George came in, and said, I heard part of that conversation, and I agree with E. I will not take no for an answer. That car is yours, until E says she wants it back. With that, he threw his set of keys to her car at me. I threw them back at him and said, I cannot afford to even buy gas for the car, so I cannot use it. George then threw the keys back at me and said, All gas and maintenance on the car will be done at Kelleys Service station. It will be put on my bill. Now no more of this nonsense. I said, I will never be able to repay you for this. E said, No one is asking you to. We are giving you because we like you, and consider you part of the family. I just shook my head and said, I really do not deserve friends like you. I do appreciate what you are doing for me, and I know it is because I like Sarah Jane. E said, SJ has nothing to do with this, except as your girlfriend. We would have done it for you anyway. You will be the father of my twins, and I want you to look good, even thought no one but those of us here will ever know. I owe it to you for what you have done for me. Almost every Saturday, SJ and I would go to see Sarge and her family. I had SJ working with the boys, getting them ready to start fucking their mom and sister. Meanwhile, I was working with Sarge and PC. With Sarge I was slowly getting her to be nude at home even thought her mom did not like it. I also told SJ to start teaching the boys to be nude at home. I tried not to make any adjustments to PC's mind, hoping that the influence of her children would change her. The Saturday before Christmas, when SJ and I arrived at the Benson home, we were pleasantly surprised to see the whole family nude. I looked at PC and said, What gives? Everyone is nude this morning. She smiled and said, I cannot seam to counteract what you and Sarah Jane have been teaching the kids, so I opted to join them. Now I want you to tell me why you have been doing this. Sarah Jane said, PC, there are a couple of reasons that we did this. First, We believe that your family will benefit from this experience. PC said, Benefit? In what way? SJ said, By breaking down some ridiculous taboos you will enjoy your family more, and the second reason is because we want your family to join the ACS group. PC asked, I have heard rumors about an organization called the ACS group, but know nothing about it. Also, what taboo's are you talking about? I answered, PC the taboo's are that nudity is bad, and harmful, and that incest is bad for everyone involved. I will go into that some more a little later. The ACS group is Adult, Child, Swingers group. PC got red in the face and seemed to have lost her voice. I continued. Loving your family members, with sex, is NOT harmful to them, as long as it is consensual, which is what we believe we are teaching your kids. Your boys should be allowed to fuck Sarge, and yourself, and everyone enjoy it. You should not repress their feelings for you or their sister. Also you and they should be able to express their feelings with other of like mind, which is the ACS group. I never have hear about such a group before, said PC. I said to her, There are several of your other students that are in the group, and while I cannot tell you who they are, I will say that you know a few of the parents that belong to the group. She asked me, Why are you interested in my family joining? Because, I detect that you could use the distraction of being fucked. You seem to be out of sorts, and I think it is because you are horny. I would love to take care of that problem for you, but it has to be your decision. SJ would help with your boys, and I will also help with Sarge. PC said, I take it that your and Sarah Jane's parents are also involved? Yes, I said, My father, myself and one other man is on the board of directors. Since I am, I have the ability to accept or reject a family that might want to join. PC then asked, What are the rules? And what would we have to do if we join? I replied, There are 10 rules, more may be added later, but to date we have not had to add to the originals. These are the rules 1. Membership.. A father and daughter, A mother and son, a couple with one or more children. All children must be at minimum 6 years and one day. 2. All sex will be heterosexual. 3. All sex will be consensual. 4. At all meetings, the first thing, everyone will get nude. 5. Boys who are still to young to get hard on's will be given oral sex, and taught how to give oral sex to the girls/women. 6. Birth control will be the responsibility of the parent(s) for their children and women. 7. NO condoms. They are a mess to police up, and they are not fool proof to stop pregnancys. 8. NO one is invited to the group without the consent of at least 2 of the 3 board members. 9. No one outside of the members are to know of our existence. 10. At meetings, there will be no incest. At home we encourage it, but at meetings, you should be with other people, otherwise it would be just family groups doing themselves, which they could do at home anyway. Like I said, we may add more later, but for now these are working very well. Sarah Jane said, If you really want to join, I suggest that you ask Bob to fuck you here in front of your family. That way, they will know that you are serious. PC said, I thought you were Bob's girlfriend. Yet you tell me I need to ask him to fuck me? And if I do, are you going to get jealous? SJ replied, I am indeed his girlfriend, and NO I will not get jealous watching him fuck you. I will probably be teaching one of the boys to fuck me. I also suggest that you have Bob take Sarge's virginity as well. PC said, You are right, I am horny as hell. Bob will you fuck me here in front of my family? I answered, Yes, and I will also take Sarge's cherry a little later. Sarge spoke up and said, Don't I get anything to say about this arrangement? PC said, Yes, say what you want to. It might possibly change my mind. Sarge said, Thank you, mom. Bob, please take my cherry before you fuck mom. That way she will not be able to change her mind, and Sarah Jane, you should start teaching my brothers, so they will know what to do with mom and me later. That afternoon, I fucked all three girls, and SJ, PC and Sarge were also fucked by both boys. I then said to PC and family, You are now members of the ACS group. Remember, no one must know that you are members, and you cannot tell anyone who the other members are. PC, I will tell you that SJ's parents are both Doctors. Her father is head of the pediatrics department at the hospital, and her mom is on maternity leave from the same unit. You will meet the rest of the group, which includes my mom and dad at the meeting next weekend. PC said, I may need the services of SJ's parents, as today was my optimum time to conceive. Since both boys are not yet producing sperm, Bob, you may be a father. I said, PC, Welcome to the group. SJ's mom is pregnant with my twins, Her sister may or may not be having my child. And at least two others in the group have or are pregnant with my kids. I Sincerely hope you are. I love to get ladies pregnant. In my way of thinking, there is nothing prettier, than a pregnant lady. PC said, Are you sure that you are not my late husband? You and he seemed to have the same way of looking at things. Comments and Suggestions are always welcome [email protected]

The Guy Coffin Story CheerLeader by JSR Sandra and I returned for our last year of high school. As expected, we both had Lynda Fortune for our World History teacher. The first day of class, I was again ask to be her helper, which I was happy to do. Several of the people in the class, had been in our class last year, and there were some snickers, and one ever blurted out Teachers Pet. One of the students in this class was Kami Whitbee. She was the Head Cheer Leader. At lunch, she came and sat with me. I was surprised, as she had always avoided me. While she was a very beautiful girl, she had the personality of a wet dish rag, and the intelligence of an eight year old. After a small amount of chit chat, she said, When you grade my papers, if I get at least a C, I can be very grateful. I ask, What do you mean by grateful? Whatever you want it to mean, she said. There were no others sitting near to us, so I said, How about if I give you a D, you give me a blow job, and if I give you a C, you fuck me? And in any case, my sister and her girlfriend Sally must make the squad, for me to even consider falsely grading your papers. The next thing is what is your boyfriend, the star quarterback, going to do if you start seeing me? She answered, You guarantee that I get nothing lower than a D, they are on the squad. Don't worry about Jack, he will do as I say, or I will cut him completely off. Give me a B, and I will fuck you, and a C will get you a blow job. I said, No way. If I give you a B, that you do not deserve, there would be to much controversy, and either you would be accused of cheating, or I would be accused of falsifying grades. Your reputation, is academically to bad, and there would be an investigation. Go with my original offer, or nothing. I figured that I might get a blow job now and then from her, but nothing else. I also said, The day that you see the grade on your paper, you will do your part, after cheer leading practice, and in that room, with who ever is there. Kami said, You want a blow job, or to fuck me with the other cheer leaders watching? I said, Exactly. Even in front of your sister, and her friend? Yep, I answered. The air head thought about it for a while, and said, Well if you don't care if they see us, then I guess I don't either. You have a deal. She then got up and left. As she walked away, I planted in her mind that she could not tell any one about the arrangement. In Lynda's class, Kami, decided to sit beside of me. I was not sure I liked it, but Sandra, said, Good, that way maybe people will not realize that we are together, and figure that maybe you and Kami are an item. It will also help remove any suspicions about you and Lynda away. I decided that it might be good in that way, so I did not say or do anything. When the first quiz came, I moved around in my seat, so that Kami could not see my answers. I could tell she was not happy with that, but I had a deal with her, and giving her the answers was not part of it. After class, Lynda and I graded the papers, and I made sure that I had Kami's. She had missed a D by one question, so when Lynda was not looking, I changed one answer, and gave her a D. Once we had all the papers graded, we still had about 30 minutes left, so I said to Lynda, How was you vacation to Hawaii? She walked to the door, and locked it, and said, It was very good, but I missed you. She then came to where I was standing, and embraced me, and we started making out. As we were, my hand that was around her, started unbuttoning her blouse (it was one that buttoned up the back). She just held our kiss, until I unhooked her bra. She then broke our kiss, and said, You must have missed me also, but we must be careful. I said, Lynda, I need you badly. She answered, I need you also, but not today, I am having my period. When the time is right, I will let you know. With that, she unzipped my pants, and went to her knees. She pulled my cock out and gave me the first blow job, I had had from her. When we were done, she had me fasten her bra and button her blouse. I deliberately left one of the buttons unbuttoned, so that from behind, someone could see her bra. As far as I could determine, she did not notice it, and her mind did not indicate that she knew what I had done. When I handed out the papers, the next day, I mouthed to Kami, During cheer leading today. B. J. She nodded her head very slightly in a yes motion, as I moved on to the next person. After school, I went to the cheer practice room, (making sure that all the girls were there) and locked the door after I had entered. Everyone looked up as I entered. I walked up to Kami and said, I am here for what you owe me. Get ready! She looked at me, and then at the girls. I shook my head yes, and she very slowly started undressing. The girls mostly gasped at seeing their leader undressing in front of a guy. Of course Gloria and Sally, were grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Once she was nude, I said, Girls, gather round. Your leader lost a bet, and must give me a blow job in front of all of you. Now Kami, please get started. Kami then opened my fly, and took my belt loose, lowered my pants, and then my shorts. The girls were chanting do it, do it. Kami gave me a strange look, and then proceeded to give a blow job. When I was about to cum, she started to pull off of me, but I told her Blow jobs are not complete, until you eat all of my cum. If you pull off now, you will have to to it again in a few minutes. Swallow my cum now and it is over. She got red in the face, and almost choked, but she got all of it. After she was done, I stood there with my cock hanging out, and said to the girls, We have a reoccurring bet and depending on how badly she looses, determines her punishment, so expect to see her nude, and my cock quite a bit this semester. I then told Kami that she had to remain nude until practice was over, and I stayed to watch it. Seeing her jumping around doing the cheers without anything on, was very nice. Her large tits bouncing up and down, and back and forth was extremely rewarding. I am sure that they ached by the time she got home. Lynda and I, the next week kept up our noon make out sessions, and on Friday, she ask me if I could come to her house, to help her move some furniture, but not to let anyone know where I was going. I said with a big grin, Sure, can't have the administration know that you are employing one of your students She smiled and said, Right, see you about 10am then. At 10am, I arrived at Lynda's apartment, riding my bike. She said, Good, I was afraid that you would drive, and the neighbors would see a strange car here, but this way we can put the bike in the hall way and no one will know I have a visitor. Once the bike was stored in the hall way, Lynda lead me to her bedroom, and said, I need to move the bed to the left, so that I can get in/out from either side. We moved it to where she was happy, and she said, It looks good, lets try it, as she undressed. Not being to much of a dim wit, I started undressing as well. She looked at me undressing and said, Young man, just what do you think you are doing? I answered, Preparing to meet you halfway. And just where is half way? The center of the bed, I answered. She said first on on the bed dude gets to be on the bottom. No fair, I said, you got a head start. Tough titty, she answered. I said, I don't think so, they look very soft to me. You seem to have a good answer for everything, as she laid on the center of the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and then rolled over next to Lynda. As I was kissing her, she took hold of my cock, and pulled me on top of her. As she did, she guided my cock to her opening, and said, Shove it in, I like it hard and fast sometimes, and I need you so badly, this is one of those times. I have dreamed of this since I took over your class last year. I said, So have I. Sometimes dreams do come true. I spent most of the day there, most of the time with my cock inside her pussy. We did take time out to eat something, as neither one of us had eaten breakfast. She was fantastic, and she said that she loved the way we worked together, both in and out of bed. Just as I was leaving, she said, You are aware that we cannot let this get out, or I would loose my job? I said, I am the essence of discretion. No one will hear a thing from me. I then left for home on my bike, taking a round about route, making sure that no one was following me. No one was, but then I really did not think there would be. Everyone was waiting for me at home, wanting to know how things went. I started out by telling them about moving the bed, and then the sleeper sofa in the living room. Finally Alma with her pregnant belly said, Yes, Yes, Now tell us if you fucked her or not, and how many times. I put on a surprised look and said, You mean I was suppose to fuck her to? Why in Heavens name would I do that? I thought they were going to get a rope and hang me. Finally I said, Yes, she is a great fuck, and will make a good addition to the harem. By the time school is out, she will be with us, but she does not know anything about it yet. Sally spoke up and ask, What is going on between you and Kami? I said, We made an arrangement, and it got you and Gloria on the cheer team. It went further, but I can not give you the details. Needless to say, she will be giving me blow jobs, and fucking me for at least this semester. And all of this will take place in front of all the cheer squad, that was part of the deal. She will be changing the way things work on the squad, and the way some of the cheers will be done. She does not know about that yet, so do not say anything to her about what happened, or is going to happen. I don't want you two to make waves, just do as she tells you, unless you get other instructions from me. Also if you have any ideas about new routines, run them by me before you say anything to her. In the next couple of weeks, I got another blow job from Kami, and I fucked her once. Both in front of the whole cheer squad. While she did not like them to watch her, she did not make much fuss. She was afraid that I would stop helping her grades. What she did not know was that after she left school, I was following her, and taking notes. Several evenings during this time, I saw Jack sneak into her bedroom through a window. Now, I had her where I wanted her. I saw Kami in the hall before school, and I handed her a note. It said, Kami, You will invite me to your home for supper, tomorrow night. You will make sure that I meet your parents, and that I see inside your room. If you fail to do this, there will be repercussions that you will be grounded at the minimum, and maybe ever harsher punishment. Destroy this note after you read it. signed You Know Who. Lynda and I were playing it cool at school. Unless we really did have papers to grade, we only met 3 times a week at lunch. This particular day, I was in the lunch room sitting in a corner where I could see everyone, when Kami came to sit with me. She whispered, I destroyed the note. What is going on? I said, You and I are going to have a private talk in your room. Use the excuse that I am there to help you study your World History. You will arrange for us to be alone in your room, and your parents cannot hear us. Other wise I have information I know that your parents will not like. The disclosure of this information, to your parents, will ruin your social life for the rest of the year, and maybe for longer than that. Kami ask, What information? I said, The only thing I will tell you is that it concerns Jack and some other people. But why for supper. she ask? Because I want to get to know your parents a little. You can tell them that I live across town and if I wait to have supper at home, we will not have time to study. What if they have other plans? Then what do I do? I said, Then you had better make sure that they don't. This is a one time offer. What time do you usually eat? Kami said, About 5:30. Then I will be there at 5:15. I also want you to wear a dress, and NO under ware. Again not negotiable. I then got up and left. I found a pay phone, and called Mable, and told her I would not be home until late. She said, Do not make it to late, this my night, and I need it badly. I said, I won't be later than 10pm. So we will still have plenty of time before you have to feed the babies. After school, I followed Kami again. This time she went to Jack's house and was inside for a couple of minutes, and when she came out, she was as mad as a stirred up hornet's nest. She then stopped at a strip joint, and was inside for only about 5 minutes before she came out crying. She then went and sat in a park, until she had her emotions under control. Then she went home. It was about 4:30pm. I road around the neighborhood for a while, and at 5:15 I went to the door, and knocked. Her dad (Sam) opened the door and ask, Are you Guy? I answered, Yes sir. He said, Come in. We are in a hurry tonight, as my wife and I have to go to a dinner meeting. You and Kami can fix something when you get hungry. My name is Sam, and my wife is Lucile. We would like to know a little about you before we leave you here with Kami alone. I hope you can understand that. Yes sir, I answered. I believe I can. What can I tell you to ease your mind? Well for one thing, this is the first year that we have heard Kami even mention you, why do you think that is? Sir, I said, This is the first year we have been in the same classroom together. I am kind of know as an egghead, and I travel in different circles mostly than Kami does. That is pretty much what Kami has told us, so we will leave you two alone to study. We will be back late, so we probably will not see you before you leave. Good by. And thanks for helping our daughter. As they were shutting the door, Kami came down the stairs, and said, What do you want to eat? You, I answered. I then said, If you are hungry, then fix something, else not, because I am not right now, maybe later. She said, Later, we have the whole house to ourselves, now. I said, To your room please. We went up the stairs, and she pointed out the bathroom, saying In case you need it. In her room, I looked around at all the junk she had there, and also out the window. I could see how Jack could easily get into her room undetected. After inspecting the room for a minute or two, I said, You have a dress on, now show me that that is all you are wearing. She unbuttoned the top of the dress, and pulled her arms out of it and let it fall to the floor, reveling her nude body. It looked even better than it did in the cheer practice room. I said, Very good, I like a person who can follow instructions correctly. Now I want you to undress me, and be careful doing it. Show some finesse. Once she had me nude, I ask, Do you have a cell phone with a camera on it? Yes, she answered. I said, Give it to me. She disappeared for a few minutes, and returned with it. I had her pose in quite a few different positions, and made sure I had good shots of her tits and pussy, and her face. I also took a longer shot so that all three showed up in the same picture. I then told her, I am going to fuck you, and take pictures of it. You will pose as I ask, or the information goes to your dad. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? She shook her head yes, and I said, I cannot hear your head rattle, speak your answers to me. (she did not know that I had a recorder in my pants pocket, that was recording everything) I had her lay on the bed on her back, and as I put my cock to her pussy lips, I took another picture of that. I then handed the camera to her and said, Take a picture looking down between your tits, and of my cock as it enters your pussy. She got red in the face, but she did it. I then fucked her hard and fast. She was dry to start with, because I purposely did not work her up to it. However after I had made about 5 strokes into her, she started secreting pussy juice, and once it started it came out in a small river. The look on her face told me that she was enjoying it a lot. She kept cumming in one continuous orgasm. When she felt me about to cum, she said, Pull out, I did not have my pill today. I answered, You seem to be making a lot of mistakes, but you take your chances. I will not pull out. Then I dumped about 6 large spurts of cum deep inside of her. As I laid on top of her with my cock still inside, she started crying, If I get pregnant, what will I tell mom and dad? I said, First it is highly unlikely that you are now pregnant. Second, Jack takes the blame if you are. Third, you are now my slut, and at cheer practice from now on, you will beg me to fuck you in the ass, pussy and mouth every time I show up. I continued, You are also going to change some of your routines to what I tell you to do. The first change that will be made is that every game one of the girls will appear without her panties, and do the routines. You will be the first one to do it. She sobbed, How will we get away with it? I said, You will think of something, but check with me before you do it. You will start having the girls practicing in the nude. She ask, Even your sister and her friend? Even them I said. In case you have forgotten, Sally is my girlfriend. Next, you will be open to new routines from the girls. I have a feeling they might come up with something new and innovative. Another thing, You will not wear a bra when doing the cheers at a game. But, all that jumping around will make them come out of my top, she said. Then I suggest you find a solution to that problem. Now turn over and lie on your stomach. Why she ask? I said, Because I am horny again, and this time I am going to fuck your ass. No one has ever done that to me, you can't she said. I said, Cunt you are my bitch, you will do as you are told, or daddy get some pictures. You wouldnt do that she said. Are you willing to bet your future on it, I ask? Noooo, she said as she turned over. I said Is there a lubricant in the bathroom, or somewhere in the house? She answered, There is some KY jelly in a drawer in my mom's room. I said Then the both of us will go to get it. I want to see that room also. In the room, I looked over a typical bedroom, except that there seemed to be some restraints on the wall by the bed. I ask Kami what they are for, and she said, Dad sometimes locks mom or me in them for punishment. What kind of punishment, I ask? She said, I don't know why he does it to mom, but for me it is when he thinks I have done something I shouldn't. Like what, I ask? The last time he locked me in them, was a couple of years ago, when he thought that I had allowed a boy to play with my tits. I ask, And did you allow it, or was it an accident? She smiled and said, I did not know that dad was home, and I let the guy play with my tits, tired to make it look accidental. I guess I did not fool dad. I ask, Do you know where he keeps the keys? She said, Yes, mom found them one day, and told me where he hid them, so the last time he had her locked up, I let her out, and then locked her back up before he got home. I said, Show me the keys. She took me to the hiding place, and I picked them up and said, Lets go back into their room. In the room, I had her lay face down on the bed, and locked her in place. I then got the KY jelly and put it on my cock and made it very slick. Then I took a finger and started putting it in and on her ass hole. She was begging me, Please don't do this. She was also sobbing, and I said, I told you, you are my slut and I will do to as I please. Once I had lubed her ass, I put my cock to it, and started pressing into her. She was squirming, trying to stop me, but I kept the pressure up and eventually I got the head of my cock past the sepulcher muscles. Now the going was a little easier, but she was crying real tears. I was determined not to let that stop me, and kept pushing until I had my cock fully inside of her ass. Then I started slowly pulling out of her. I could hear her breathing a little easier, and she said Good, please take it all the way out. Once I was back to where there was just my dick head inside of her, I started back in again. Now I was paying no attention to her, and started ramming into her hard and fast. Once I felt my cum starting to build, I made one last hard shove, and my balls were tight against her ass. I stayed there for a second, and my load started emptying into her poop chute. I stayed inside of her for as long as I could before her system forced my cock out of her ass. I then looked down at Kami, and she was out cold. A couple of minutes later, I had her released from the shackles, and she started coming to. I ask her how she felt and she said, Wonderful. That was great. I never thought that it could be pleasant, but after you got inside of me, it really made me cum. Now I am going to have to make up this bed before mom and dad gets back. I hope they don't notice the different sheets on the bed. After she had made the bed, we returned to her room. I then fucked her again, and said, I have to go now, but you never know when I will return. What about dad, she ask? I ask her, Does he know when Jack is here? What do you know about that, she ask? Just part of the information I have that you do not want your parents to find out, so slut, do as I tell you and I will not let them know. Also at school, you will continue to avoid me, except in the cheer practice room. There you will obey anything I tell you to do, and you will have the other girls do as I say also. She ask Are you going to fuck them also? It depends on how I feel at the time, but of course, Gloria is out of the running, as she is my sister, she is safe. (it sounded good for her, but Gloria was getting a lot of cock at home.) I rode around the neighborhood until I saw Kami's parents come home, and I saw the light on in her room. I then sneaked into the yard, and up to her open window. She looked up just as I stepped into her room, and put her finger up to her lips to indicate no talking. She then come over to me and whispered, What are you doing back here? I said quietly, Just here to let you know that I can get in with them here, and I am going to fuck you again while I am here and they are here. I could shout, and they would come running, she whispered. I whispered back, and said, And just what would you tell them when I start talking about what I know? She answered, Ok you win, I will be your slut, and do what ever you want, in private, but not in front of other people. I raised my voice slightly and said, You will do what I tell you even if the whole school is watching, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? She put her fingers to her lips and whispered, Ok anything you say, anytime and any place. Now will you fuck my ass again, I really loved that. She got on the bed and on her hands and knees, and wiggled her ass. I took off my pants and shorts, and noticed that her ass was still open a little, so I just put my cock up to it and shoved. Her head hit the headboard, and made some noise. We waited for a few minutes and heard nothing outside the door, so I again shoved my cock into her ass, and it slid in with just a little resistance. I kept fucking her ass until I could not hold it any longer and about 5 ropes of cum flooded her ass. I pulled out of her and she was out again. I wiped my cock on her bedspread, and put my clothing on and left out the window, for home. On my way home, I decided to try something I had never attempted before. I would do an in depth analysis of Kami's mind. At home, I told the family that I had a problem I had to work out, and that tonights rotation, would be put back one day, and then the normal schedule would resume. I went to bed, and laid in a dark room, so I could concentrate. I searched for Kami, and she was sleeping. I started probing into her memories first. She seemed to have an unhappy childhood. I saw many times she was disappointed at things her parents had given her, or had her do. She started rebelling against them at an early age. While her intelligence was average, her ego was over the top. Further checking into her mind, resulted in me finding out that she believed that she, and only she knew what was right, but she had decided to play like she was trying to conform, while making plans to upset everyone. She even thought that she was controlling me, by giving me sex. I would keep her from flunking out of school, by 'fixing' her grades. Now I was getting the picture of the real Kami. She thought she could do no wrong, and anyone who said she was wrong had to be destroyed in one way or another. One thing I checked on was her memory of what happened at the strip club that I had seen her enter, and come out crying. She had tried to get a part time job as a stripper, or waitress, but was told to come back when she was 18. That was a month away. She thought that since it was so close they would hire her anyway. I then started scanning minds at the strip club, until I found the manager. I looked at his recall of her talking to him. He had thought that she was very beautiful (which she is), and he could use her in the back (private) room, if she was of age. I then probed his mind to see what the private room was all about. What I found was very interesting! The girls in the back room, would dance one at a time, then there was a game played. This game, consisted of two wheels. The first wheel contained the following entries: Blow Job, Ass Fuck, Pussy Fuck, Two men, Three men, and gang bang. The second wheel had of: $0,$1, $10, $100, and $1,000. The entries were scattered, and there was only 1 $0, 2 $1, 5 $10, 20 $100, and 30 $1000. The MC would spin the first wheel, and what ever it landed on the girl would preform that task. The second wheel would spin and what ever $ amount it landed on, a man would have to pay for her to do that task. The girl would get 25% of what ever the patron had to pay. She could make from $0 to $250 depending on what space it landed on, and had to preform what ever act the first wheel landed on for that patron. The girls in the back room had to sigh a contract saying that they could not work out front, or for any other strip club, and they had to be available for at least 2 nights a week, for at least 5 hours. I now had an idea of how I could see that she had her cum up-pence (pun intended)! I then went back to Kami's mind, and planted the command that after school on her 18th birthday, she would again go to that strip club and apply. Also, that she would sign any contract that they wanted. Until then, I would keep having her fuck me in front of the cheer squad, and I would sneak into her room now and then and fuck her with her parents home. In the mean time, I was still meeting Lynda at her home on the week ends, and usually stayed overnight with her. The one week end I missed, was because Alma had my second baby from her. It was another boy and we named him Christopher. I now had 3 sons and one daughter. Both Alma and Mable were giving the family a lot of mothers milk. Their production of it, had not slowed down due to the kids still sucking their tits as well as the adults. On the day of her 18th birthday, Kami came to school dressed like a queen. Since she was running for home coming queen, most of the kids and faculty thought she was just advertising for their votes, by dressing that way. However, she had dressed that way, to empress the manager of the strip club, after she left school that day. When Kami entered the strip club, she went directly to the managers office, produced her birth certificate, and said, I am now 18, I want to be a stripper, here at this club. The manager looked at her birth certificate, and said, Do you know what this job en tales? Just taking my clothing off to music, and teasing the men a little. It is more than that, lets go for a walk, and I will show you what your job would be if I hire you. They went to the back room, and he showed her the stage, and the dressing rooms. Then he took her to his desk in the room, and showed her the wheels. He said, After you strip totally nude, there will be a patron standing here. He will spin this first wheel, and what ever it lands on, will be what you preform next. Then he will spin the second wheel, and that is what he will pay for what the first wheel indicted of that fee, you get 25%. That is how you will get paid. There is no set salary, just what you get from the wheel, and tips. Then he has the option of paying to have you do that, or he can pass to the next one. Once someone agrees, you will take him into the back room, and do that act. If no one wants to pay for you to do that act, you will serve drinks until it is time for your next striptease, and then we start all over again with the wheels. You will work 2 days a week, for 5 hours. They went back to his office to talk about the job, and once they were sitting, he ask, Do you still want the job? She said, I have a question or two. Do I have the option to say no to any of those tasks? NO, he said. Ok, then do I have the option of accepting, or refusing anyone? Again he said, NO. She thought for a few minutes, and because I had planted her answer in her head, she finally said, After careful thought, I think I am beautiful enough that any man would pay $1000 to fuck me, so yes I will accept the job. When can I start? He said, Here is your contract, please read it before you sign it. It says mostly just what I have told you, and it is a legal document. You will be considered a consultant, and you will pay your own taxes, etc. With out even looking at the document, she signed, and ask again, When can I start? He looked at his watch, and said, This shift starts in 10 minutes, is that soon enough? She answered, That will be great. Then go out this door and turn left, to the end of the hall. That is the costume room. Maggie will help you pick out some for tonight. By the way, what do you want your stage name to be? Kami thought for a minute, and said, I think that my name is exotic enough, so lets just use Kami. Are you sure? Most of our performers like to have a separate stage name. No, Kami is good enough. Once you are ready, stay in the ready room. There you can hear what the announcer (me) says, and when you hear 'Now for the first time on any stage' go to the marks on the floor behind the curtain. When you here your name, the curtain will rise and the music will start. You will then dance to 2 tunes. At the end of the first one, you must be nude to the waist, and at the end of the second one you must be totally nude. Good luck. What neither one of them knew, is that I had instructed the manager, to make sure the Price wheel never went above $10 for the first 5 times she danced. After that to let the wheel go where it would. The first time she danced, the position wheel stopped on pussy, and the price wheel stopped on $0, so she had to fuck the guy and did not get anything for it except a pussy full of cum. The next time it stopped on B. J. and $10, so this time she got $2.50 for giving a blow job. The next time it landed on 2 guys, and again $10. This time she had to take a cock in her pussy and ass at one time, and again got $2.50 for it. She got another B.J. and $1, and she got $.25 for that one. On the fifth time, the wheel landed on ass, and again $1. For her first 5 customers she had a grand total of $8. However on the 6th and final customer for the night, she landed on 2 guys again, but this time she got $100, for which she would get $25. She was a little unhappy though, for the two guys were Huge black men, and their cocks were so big she could not get them in easily. The one in her ass, did finally get his all the way in, but the one in her pussy could only get of it in. When they paid her for the evening, she complained about the small amount that she got, and was told, You just had bad luck with the price wheel. Saturday night it might be kinder to you. Also Saturday night if you want, you can work until 2AM. Kami said, All right, I will be back on Saturday. What time do I start then? If you want, you can start at 3PM and work until 2AM. All right I will be here at 3PM on Saturday, she said. In school, the next day, Kami looked like she was worn out. At cheer practice, she let one of the other girls lead the group, but told them that they had to practice nude. So as they were practicing, I fucked her ass. She again went out for a minute or so, and the girls became alarmed, but I told them that she did it all the time when she got ass fucked. After practice, one of the girls ask, Why did we have to practice nude? Kami, in a really nasty voice said, Because I fucken told you to!! And from now on, all practices except before a game will be in the nude. If you don't like it, then quit. This was to one of her best friends. I could tell that she was starting to act the way she was, and not how she was expected. I found out that one of her dad's friends was having a bachelor party on Saturday evening, so I put it into his head to move it to the club where Kami was working. And that they should enjoy the back room activities. I made sure to instruct him that his wife and daughter should not know where the party was being held. I also made sure that all of the 18 year old students at school were made aware that there was a new very beautiful dancer in the back room of that strip club. Kami told her mom that she was going jogging in the park and would be home later, when she left home about 2:30pm, as she started for work. The high school boys and the stag party were to show up about 6PM, so I made sure I was there by 5:30. I found a spot in the shadows where I could see everything, but unless you were almost on top of me, no one would see me. This was going to be fun to watch. Kami had just finished her routine, and went into the back room with a couple of guys, when both of my groups showed up. The boys got a table as close to the stage as they could, and the stag party was sitting almost next to them. It was about an hour before Kami came out for her next number, and when she did all the guys instantly recognized her and started shouting at her. This alerted her father he had not heard her name when she was announced. He started to get up, and his buddies pulled him down and I gave him a command to cool it for a while. Kami did a very nice dance routine, and was nude waiting for the position wheel to spin, and was trying to see who had been shouting at her. With out realizing what he was doing, he had spun the wheel, and it landed on pussy. They then had him spin the price wheel and it landed on $100. His buddies not knowing it was his daughter, pushed him to her, saying wife will never know. I was now scanning both their minds, and I planted in his head, she wants to work like this, I will take advantage of it and fuck her. In her mind I planted I'll let him fuck me, and then tell mom, where he was when he did it. The fireworks was going to hit the fan and our head cheer leader was going to come up short. By the time I got to school on Monday, it was all over the school about Kami dancing nude and then fucking her dad, and where it had happened. Kami did not show up at school on Monday. I scanned her mind, and found that her mom had kicked both her and her dad out of the house. She had slept in the car and her dad had slept in the garage. Tuesday, Kami was in school, but very subdued. In first period, the intercom came on and told Kami to report to the principal's office immediately. I scanned the people in the principals office, and it was complete chaos. Once she was there, the questions started. Was she or was she not dancing at a strip joint. Yes, she said, almost in tears. Did you strip naked? She answered Yes. Did you or did you not take a man into another room and have vaginal sex with him? Now she was crying and whispered, Yes. The principal said, We did not hear that answer, speak up so we can hear you. Yes she said, louder. Was that man your father? She hung her head and stared at the floor and shook her head yes. Again the principal said, Speak up. She said in a loud voice, Yes, he was. Now the principal ask Why would you do that? She said, Because he was paying for my service, it was just a job to me. The principal said, Wait in the outer office, we will call you back when we are ready. Once she was outside and the door shut, the principal said, What are we going to do with her? One of the administration said jokingly, We could all just fuck her and forget it. The principal said, a little less humor, and more thinking, please. One of the females said, We could just suspend her for the rest of the year, and if she wants to come back, she would have to start the senior year over again, but in any case, she must be removed from the cheer leaders position, and the squad. Another teacher said, If we let her stay in school, every boy in this school will be trying to get into her pants, she must be expelled. After about an hour of debate, they came to the conclusion that she should be expelled, and not permitted to return. A formal letter was written specifying what she had done, and that she had been give a chance to explain her position. The last sentence said, It was the voted 100% by the administration that she is expelled, and cannot ever apply for readmission to this school. It was signed by every member. Two weeks later, Kami and her dad left town. Her mother stayed and kept the house. I was now free to again work on my gaining Lynda into my harem. Continued in Nurse.

Bob's Story 5 E Parker by JSR The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. Bobby Sue, Sarah Jane, and I were setting, nude in their living room while their mom (E) was in the kitchen fixing supper. Their dad was due home at anytime. I had an arm around each girl, playing with their nipples, when E (her name is Eloise, but she preferred to be called just E)came in and said, Supper is ready, and your dad is at the table, waiting for you. Entering the dining room, E indicated that I should set opposite of George (her husband), and she sat next to Bobby Sue, around the corner of the table from me. Sarah Jane was on the other side from her mom and sister. George got up and walked around to where I was, and offered his hand, and said, Welcome to our home. I understand that you are here to give us some information about the camp that the girls attended. Thank you, sir, and yes I am here for that reason, I replied. As George walked back to his chair, he said, Here, I am just plane George. At my office, I am Dr. Parker. Also, Mrs. Parker, here is just E, and at the office she is also Dr. E Parker. We are simple people, with simple tastes. During the meal, we talked about the weather, some sports, and general chit chat. Once the meal was over, and the girls had cleared the table, George told them I want you here for this discussion, so do not run off to your friends homes yet. He looked at me and said, Bob, the ball is in your court. I said, Before we start, I think it appropriate, that I tell you something about myself. First, I will be 15, two days after school starts. My parents are Jim and Karen Cooky. Dad works as a Master electrician, and mom is a housewife. I have no siblings. For the past two years, my greatest passion has been studying hypnotism. I have had some success in hypnotizing, but not a great deal. I said, Now I will tell you a story, which will lead up to what you want to know, but by telling you this story, you will see where I am coming from. George said, All right, that sounds reasonable, go ahead. Mom and dad have some friends, John and Linda. They have a 7 year old daughter named Karen, so when you hear me say Karen, I am talking about my mom, but if I say Little Karen, I am talking about John and Linda's daughter. We go back and forth with the adults playing cards. Because of the age difference, Little Karen and I were not very close. I was most of the time studying hypnotism, with my face in a book, and Little Karen was usually playing with her friends, when we were at their house, or just watching TV at ours. One evening at our house, just before they left, John pulled me aside and asked me, 'Can you really hypnotize someone?' I said, 'I know all of the procedures, but I have never had anyone to try it on, so I am not sure if I can or not.' That was all that was said. The next time we got together, it was at their home. When we got there, John said to me, 'Karen is in her room. I have told her that you are going to join her, and for her to do just as you ask her to. Now here is your chance to see if you can hypnotize someone. She is expecting you so just walk into her room, and tell her what you want her to do. I then went to her room, and talked to her and said Listen to my voice, and concentrate on the words. I did an enchantment, and she appeared to be in a trance, so I said, 'Karen, it is bed time, please take your clothing off and put your pajamas on.' She then stood up, and took off her clothing, and walked to the closet and got out her night gown, and put it on just as if she was alone. I then gave her some instructions, one of which was the phrase Karen unpick your nose (which would put her back into a trance immediately) and woke her up. Then I said, 'I am sorry I was so boring that I put you to sleep, I will go down stairs and let you go back to sleep.' Down stairs, John looked at me and I nodded my head yes, then I went and watched TV until the card game was over. He said, I know that this does not seem relevant, but shortly you will see the connection. When we were getting ready to leave, John asked dad if I could stay the week end, as he had a project that I could help with. Dad said sure no problem. Linda fixed me a bed on the sofa, and when I woke up in the morning, John took me out for breakfast, so we could talk. I told him what had happened with Little Karen the night before. He said, 'Great, she won't even let me see her in her underwear, and she showed you everything. I think this will work out. I ask him what would work out, and he said 'No here, we will talk on the way home.' On the way home, he asked me if I knew what swingers were, and I said, I think that is married couples that exchange partners now and then. He confirmed that and said that he and Linda were swingers, but that their group broke up. He indicated that he would love to have mom and dad join them, but so far any mention of it was treated as a joke. So, he said, I was thinking that if you could get Karen to let you fuck her, it would open her up so I could get my larger cock inside of her. I said, I don't know how to do that, and he said that Linda would teach me, then I could be with Little Karen a few times, so that she would be ok with his bigger cock. He also said, that I should try hypnotizing Big Karen, and also Jim. With them, you could just let them realize that we are not joking when we talk about swinging. Back at Jim's house, Linda was in the living room nude, and said, as I came in, 'are you ready for your lessons? Karen is at her grandmothers house for the week end, so we will have no distractions and you can learn how to please a woman, and how I can please you.' she then took my hand and lead me to her bedroom. Excuse some of the language I am about to use, but it is the words I was taught. She first taught me to eat pussy, then she gave me a blow job. Next she had me sucking on her tits, and also fucking her. We spent the rest of the weekend in her bed, getting up to eat, and use the bathroom. I must have fucked her 10 to 20 times. George said, I think I can see where this is heading. Don't worry about your language, we have heard it all before, and I am sure that our daughters have heard it as well. Please continue. The following week, I decided to try to hypnotize mom. She was in her bedroom putting laundry away, and I walked in and said 'can I talk to you?' she sat on the bed and patted beside her self for me to sit. She was wearing a halter top that was a little loose on her, and a pair of short shorts, that let some of her panties show. I started one of my enchantments, and in a short time, she was under. I asked her to take off her top, as it was not hiding anything, and she immediately took it off. She was not wearing a bra, and I saw her tits for the first time since I was a baby. I asked her if she had ever thought of fucking someone other than dad. She got a funny look on her face and said, just his dad. I asked her what she meant, and she told me that they found out that dad was sterile, and she wanted a baby so bad, that dad said for her to find a donor, and he would not object. She worried about it and finally decided to talk to my grandfather. My grandma had died before mom and dad married. She said that she felt that if grandpa would give her a baby, then it would be all right because it was the right family, and no one would ever know. I asked her if he wanted anything in return, and she said that if she had a girl, that grandpa would give her her first baby, and if she had a boy, that she would have her son give her a baby. I was like WOW I just found out that my grandpa is my father, and that makes dad, my brother. I ended the session by telling her that she would remember her promise to grandpa, and would start fucking me after school, before dad got home. I also told her that the next time that they got together with Jim and Linda, she would invite Jim to fuck her, and tell dad to fuck Linda. At the next get together, mom told John that she would like to fuck him and told dad to take Linda. John told me, you go and take Little Karen, we will make it the whole family. Some how I talked Little Karen into it without having to hypnotize her. A few days later, dad, John and I were talking, and we decided to form the ACS group. The letters stand for Adult, Children, Swingers group. I am chairman of the group, with dad and John as the other board members. I came up with an idea to see if we could find more families to join us. One of Little Karen's friends is a girl that can talk any one into telling her their deepest secrets. In the mean time I talked to the girls mother who is a widow, with two sons and a daughter. She decided to join us so we now have three families. Any way, the culmination of my idea was the letter you received about the girls going to camp, due to the information that my spies came up with. Four other families got those notices, and all 5 families sent their children. I will let your daughters tell you about it, but I will give you the basics. We were camped in a private place I discovered, and it is next to impossible to find unless you know it is there. The things we taught were girls giving the boys blow jobs, and the boys eating pussy. We tried to express that tenderness, was more important than just animal lust. The kids were nude all the time, and every girls there lost her virginity. And every boy there had his cock inside of at least 2 different girls. The object of the camp was to get the kids involved and have them try to talk parents into joining our group. Now I think it is best if the girls tell you what they think, and how they feel. George said, Before the girls start I have one question, that is Who took the girls virginity? I answered, I can only speak for your girls, and I took both of them, the other kids were back and forth and I have no idea who did what to whom, except to say that all the girls were satisfied, and so were the boys. Sarah Jane spoke up and said, Daddy, can I tell you from my perspective, what happened? Or would you rather that Bobby Sue tell you? He said, Since you are the oldest, yes you can tell the story, but I want to hear also what Bobby Sue has to say when you are done. Sarah Jane said, He is the best teacher I have had. He was very patience with us. He never raised his voice, and he was very professional. I did talk him into letting me be partners with him, because Karen, his helper wanted to be part of the group as well as teaching. That made one to many girls, and I reasoned that since I was the oldest, it would be easier for him to teach me, and maybe less problems for the others. I am glad I did. We get along very well, and unless you say otherwise, I plan on asking him to come over to see me again and again. When he took my virginity, he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, and was extremely careful not to hurt me in any way. I will let Bobby Sue tell you about herself, what happened that he had both of us. Bobby Sue said, I was having a great time until the time for us to loose our cherries. Every boy tried, but could not break my hymen. I was crying when I went to Bob and ask him if there was something wrong with me that no one could do it. He then tried, and could not do it. But rather than just give up, he used his finger to find out what the problem was. Once he decided that my hymen was much thicker than normal, he said that he could fix it, but that both I and Sarah Jane would have to approve what he was going to do. We both approved his method, and he proceeded. Sarah Jane held me and Bob took his pocket knife with a razor sharp blade out. He took alcohol from a lamp and sterilized the knife. He then put a finger in me and down to my hymen. He then slowly moved the knife down beside his finger being careful not to touch anything but his finger while he lowered the knife. Once he had it touching my hymen, he put some pressure on it and slowly forced the point through. Once it was thru, he then slowly sawed as slit in the hymen. He then carefully withdrew the knife keeping it against his finger. In doing so, he did not cut me anywhere else, but he did cut his finger, and it bled for a while. He is my hero. Once I had calmed down, he then put his cock inside of me and finished the job. I felt his cum flowing into me, and I thought I had died and went to heaven. George looked at his watch, and said, I have to go, Mrs. Kellerman should be getting to the hospital about now. By the time I get there she should be about ready to deliver. He looked at Sarah Jane, and said, When I get back, I will come directly to your room, and sleep with you. He looked at me and said, If you have nothing pressing, I am sure that E will keep you entertained tonight. He then went to the garage to change and leave for the hospital. I would be a fool to turn down such an offer. She is a real beauty. She is about 5ft 8in. Her waist looked to be about 26 but her tits stood out like headlights on a car. They did not sag a millimeter. They must have been about 40DD's from my perspective. Her hair was shoulder length, and a beautiful red (natural) color. Her pubic hair was also bright red, and shaved into the shape of a small heart. Her skin was extremely fair. She looked like she had just stepped off of a wedding cake. I immediately thought of Ronda Fleming, but she was much better looking, and had a better body for my money. The four of us watched TV, but I paid more attention to the ladies than the TV. About 10pm, E said, Sarah Jane, you should go to bed and get some sleep. I don't think you will sleep much when you dad gets home. I think that he will be wanting you Bobby Sue tomorrow night, so get a lot of rest also. She turned to me and said, Our bedroom is this way. Then she took my hand and lead me to it. We were sitting on the bed talking, and I said, E tell me about this agreement that you and George have concerning the girls. It seems like a strange one to me. She said, Please do not let the girls know about this, but when we were first married, we talked about kids. We came to an agreement that any boys we had, I would start teaching them sex at about 5 or 6. At that time I would teach them to eat my pussy and give them blow jobs, and progress from there as they matured. George would teach any girls starting at the same ages, by teaching them to give him blow jobs, he would eat their pussies, and when they had vaginas big enough, he would start fucking them. When Bobby Sue was 5, and no other children seemed to be coming along, I said to George, This is unfair, you get to play with the girls and I get left out. He then said that he would forgo the girls until they had lost their cherries, and then he would start fucking them. I said, yes, but I am still left out even then. His answer was, when I start fucking the girls, you can find a boy(s)/man(men) and do as you please, just as long as you do not cut me off, and I will not cut you off. I had a strange feeling about your letter, and I convinced George to let the girls go, and I am very happy that I did. Now are we going to talk, or are you going to fuck me? Who could turn down that invitation from such a good looking sexy lady? I started kissing her, and she immediately put her tongue in my mouth. As we kissed I could feel my cock pressing against her. It was getting very hard, and very fast. I moved down a small amount and took her right nipple and put it in front of my mouth. I then took her left nipple and stuck it in my ear, and said, I am sorry operator, I can not hear you please talk louder. It gave E the giggles. I then started kissing her chest and on down to her stomach, and then down to her clit. Pausing at her clit, I licked it for a few seconds, and it came out from behind its hood. I then was able to catch it with my teeth and held on to it and tongued it. It started E shivering with delight. I released her clit, and started licking inside of her slit, from her clit to her hole. She started producing fluid almost immediately. It was really good tasting. I put my mouth over her slit and started gently sucking her, and the fluid started increasing in volume. By now she was bucking her hips, and she took hold of my head and pushed on it as if trying to get it inside of her slit. Once she had a hard orgasm, I kissed my way back to her lips, and at this point, she took my cock and guided it to her pussy hole. As I slid into her well lubricated innards, I could only think of how good it felt to be inside a beautiful woman. Once I was fully inside of her, she said, Just let it stay there for a minute, before you start fucking me. I knew from seeing George, that we had about the same size cocks. She said, I think that you are a tad longer than George. I think I feel your cock barely touching my cervix. I answered, Then I will ram my cock into you with full force and see it it really does touch your cervix. Ok, she said. I pulled out until just my cock head was inside of her, and then rammed into as hard as I could. When our bodies made contact, the force caused me to push into her a little further, and she said, Oh, yes I could feel my cervix trying to open to let you in. I hope that you get a little longer in the next year or so. I would love to feel a cock in my womb. I said, With Sarah Jane, my cock head was fully inside her womb, and with Bobby Sue, I had about an inch more inside her womb. I would love to cum inside of your womb also, but I guess not this time. Now just fuck the living daylights out of me, she said. I took it easy at first, and continually got faster and faster. When I was about to cum, I told her, and she said, I am going to cum also. I rammed extremely hard into her and stopped. My cock pumped a large volume of cum into the opening to her womb. Once my cock started to downsize, I started to pull it out of her. She said, NO leave it in, stay on top of me and lets go to sleep. Maybe it will go back inside of me when it decides I am still here for it. I laid on top of her, and decided to see what I could find in her mind. Looking at some of her memories, I saw that she had been told by George that she was the problem that they could not have more kids. It had hit her hard to learn that. While I was probing I noticed a flash of light in her brain. I followed it to its source, and I was very surprised, when another flash occurred, even brighter than the first. My investigation revealed that two of her eggs had come down together, and both of them were fertilized. She was now pregnant with twins, and they were mine. I smiled and slowly fell asleep. NOTE: two days after I wrote this passage, several articles appeared on the internet about the spark of life had been photographed. I was awake before E, and when she awoke, I said, Good morning mama. She looked at me with a strange look, and I said, You are pregnant with our twins. She laughed and said, No luck mister. I cannot have kids anymore. I asked her, Who told you that? Her answer was, George did an exam of me 5 years ago, and said that there was a problem in my ovaries and that I could not have anymore kids. I said, That is strange. But, do me a favor, in two weeks take an EPT and see what it says. E answered, You buy one and bring it here so you can see for yourself that it is negative. I said, Your on. But what do I get if it says you are positive? In that case, you get to say, 'I told you so', and I get to tell George that he lied to me. Maybe George made an honest mistake? I said. No he is to good at his job to make that kind of mistake. I said, Don't say anything to him until we see if I am right, and if I am, then we will try to find out what happened. That sounds reasonable, if I am right then nothing will be said. If you are right, I might have to hit him with the frying pan. I then asked E if Sarah Jane had anything pressing on for today. She said Not as far as I know, go wake her up and ask her. You might as well wake up George at the same time. I went to Sarah Jane's room, and opened the door. She was sitting on top of George riding his cock. When she saw me, she got red in the face, and her thoughts were, my boyfriend just caught me fucking my dad. I said, Continue the fun. I came to see if you had anything pressing on for today, and to wake George up, but I can see, that you have already done that. Sarah Jane said, When we are thru, I will take a shower, and then we can talk about what is going on today. I said, Fine, I will be with either your sister, or your mom, and Good Morning George, I hope I taught her so that you both enjoy yourselves. Oh by the way, E said to tell you that she had a late appointment today, so she would not be home to fix supper. You should pick up pizza for tonight. I found E, just as she was getting ready to go into the garage. She said, Don't for get our deal, and let me know if Sarah Jane will not be here for supper, and/or the night. I put my arm around E and pulled her to me and kissed her on the mouth. Her nipples were boring holes in my chest. She pulled away, and said, Bob, I would love to stay and make out with you, but I have patients that need to be seen. She then went into the garage to put her work clothing on. I found Bobby Sue in the living room, watching some kids program. I stood in front of her and said, Your choice, watch the little kids program, or I can play with your nipples and pussy while you wait for your dad and Sarah Jane to get finished. She used the remote and shut the TV off, and said, I don't want mom and Sarah Jane to get mad at me for letting you play with me. I said, Your mom is gone, and Sarah Jane will be going with me, after she and your father get through fucking. I see no harm in you and I having a good time down here. Bobby Sue then took hold of my hand, and stuck my fingers in her pussy and said, You might get me ready for daddy. I said, I can do that, but I hope I can keep from fucking you myself. You know you are a very good piece of ass. Thank you, I think she answered. I was sucking her nipples, when Sarah Jane came down. She said, I can't leave you two alone for a second, without you doing something sexy. I could tell from her determiner, that she was joking, but Bobby Sue thought she was serious. I said, Bobby Sue, Your sister was joking, she trusts you. How do you know that? she said. I read her body language, and it tells me that she could never get mad at you I answered. I then said, Sarah Jane and I are going to walk to my house, do you want to come along? She said, No, I think I will go to Sandra's house and see what she is doing. You are welcome to come, I said. Bobby Sue just shook her head no, so Sarah Jane and I went to the garage, and got dressed. Once outside, I said to Sarah Jane, Actually I am glad that she did not come, we need to talk, and it is something that she does not need to know about at least for now. I said, First of all, I got your mom pregnant with twins, last night. I then explained how I had determined that. Then I told her how her father had said that she could not have any more kids, due to a problem with her ovaries. I then ask her to probe her dad's mind and see what she could find. My guess would be that he did not want to have any boys, so she would not be able to fuck them. I would also think that he is either secretly feeding her contraceptive pills or maybe he had a vasectomy, which would be harder for her to detect. I also said, I do Not want to cause trouble for your parents. I like both of them very much. However, something will have to be said, when she starts showing her baby bump in a few months. Sarah Jane said, Very strange, but I have a feeling that you are right. I will see what I can find out from dads mind. By the time this discussion was over, we were nearly to my house. We entered the house, and I mentally told Sarah Jane, to hold my hand and follow me, as I entered mom and dad's bedroom. Mom was lying nude on the bed, with her 8month pregnant belly rising above her. I moved over next to her and leaned down and kissed her very large baby bump, and said, Hello my child. Mom and I love you. That woke mom up. I put my free hand on her cunt and lightly fingered her. She sighed and said, Hi daddy, who is your friend? Karen, I said, This is Sarah Jane. She and her family have joined our ACS group. I stopped by to see how you are before we go see the next family that may be invited to join. How are you doing? As well as can be expected, but I will be glad when this next month is over, and the kid is here. she answered. I bent over Karen and put a nipple in my mouth. I sucked some milk out, and said, That tastes so good. Sarah Jane, try the other one and see how you like it. Sarah Jane looked at mom and asked, Is it all right if I do? Mom said, Yes, just be gentle. A little milk out of my tits makes me feel a whole lot better. We spent a couple of hours with mom, and then had to go. We had a meeting with the Calhoon family. By the time we walked to their house, it was just time for our meeting. The Calhoon's had twins, a son and a daughter, both of whom attended the camp. They were 10 years old. After introductions, I said, We are here to talk to you about the camp that your twins attended a few days ago. We will start by asking you if you have any questions that you want answered first, then we will tell you about the camp, and what the kids learned. Sam Calhoon (the father) said, We are curious as to why our kids were selected to go to a 'free' camp, and what the curriculum was. Sarah Jane said, I was also selected to go the camp, and I can assure you that it was on the up and up. My sister also attended. I then said, Certain things that your children disclosed, about your family was the criteria for being asked. I will get to that in a few minutes. Any other questions? Sam said, Just present what you want, then we will be more able to ask questions. I said, Very well, but I will start with a few questions of my own. First, I said, I have information, that you and your wife sometimes visit a night club that is know for its devotion to the 'swingers'. Is that information correct? Sam said, I don't know the relevance, of that question, but Yes we have visited that club, and more than a few times. My next question was, Are either of you aware that your children want to have sex with you, and Hester? Hester spoke up and said, Where did you hear that? And how do you know it is true. They have never said anything like that to me. I said, These are the reasons that your family was one of those chosen to have your children go to the camp. Now, I think it appropriate that your own kids tell you what they were taught and why. Ken, I think we should start with you. Please tell your parents what you were taught, and why. The first thing, was to be comfortable around people, with no clothing on. We were nude the whole time in camp. It was very enjoyable, and I would like to do that here as well. Susan said, We even learned to use the bathroom with others at the same time. Sometimes I was next to a girl and sometimes a boy when using the bathroom. Ken said, Next, the girls were taught how to give blow jobs to us boys. And then we were taught how to eat the girls pussies. Both were great. After that, we learned to actually fuck the girls. Before camp was over, I had fucked every girl there at least once and some several times. Susan said, I really liked having a cock inside of me, even Ken's. Now I want you dad, to fuck me, and I know Ken wants to fuck mom. Sam looked at Sarah Jane and asked, Is there anything else that we should know that went on at camp? She answered, No they have covered it very well. I said, Now that brings me to the real reason for the camp. I am a member of ACS group. This name stands for Adult, Children, Swingers group. I used this camp to see how the kids would react in a sexual situation. I am here to offer your family membership in our group. Let me just say that, we think your family would make a good addition to our group, and that your family should enjoy the group. We talked for a few minutes and Sam looked at Hester, and she shook her head yes. He then said, I think it is unanimous, we will join. Can you give me a list of the rules? I handed him a list of rules which read: 1. Membership.. A father and daughter, A mother and son, a couple with one or more children. All children must be at minimum 6 years and one day. 2. All sex will be heterosexual. 3. All sex will be consensual. 4. At all meetings, the first thing, everyone will get nude. 5. Boys who are still to young to get hard on's will be given oral sex, and taught how to give oral sex to the girls/women. 6. Birth control will be the responsibility of the parent(s) for their children and women. 7. NO condoms. They are a mess to police up, and they are not fool proof to stop pregnancys. 8. NO one is invited to the group without the consent of at least 2 of the 3 of the board members. 9. No one outside of the members are to know of our existence. 10. While we condone and encourage incest at home, it is inappropriate at meetings. This is where you should be enjoying the other members, and doing your family at home. I said, There may be other rules in the future, but for now this is what we are working with. After reading the rules out loud for his family, Sam said, Good rules, and not to much overkill. I said, Welcome to the ACS group. You will get notification of when and where the next meeting will be. However it probably will not be until after school starts, because it will be starting shortly as you probably already know. Sarah Jane and I will leave you now, unless you have more questions. After leaving the Calhoon home, Sarah Jane and I walked to her house. It was nearly time for E to get home from work. The two of us were setting on the sofa, talking when E came in. She said, Sarah Jane, I just called Bobby Sue in from the pool. I want the two of you to prepare supper tonight, as the pizza place was closed for repairs. Sarah Jane said, But mom, I have a guest. E said, All the more reason for you to show your ability to cook. I will entertain Bob, while you two girls cook. Sarah Jane said, Ok mom, but don't wear him out to much. I want to have him fuck me before he goes home. Don't worry, by the time supper is over, he will be ready to go again, and if Bob wants to, he can spend the night with you. In her room, E said, I still do not believe I am pregnant, and never with twins. However lets give it another shot. I could use some of your great cum inside of me. I have had a very tiring day, and I think that a good fucking will improve my mood. Just take me, no love making, fuck me like a whore. Well, I could hardly turn down that invitation. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Then I jumped on the bed, between her legs, and rammed my cock into her dry pussy. Once I was fully inside of her, I started pounding her like there was no tomorrow. While I was pounding her pussy, I put one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked it for a moment, then I started using my teeth to pull the nipple. I then lightly chewed on the nipple until it was raw, and then I changed to the other one and repeated while still pumping into her as hard as I could. It was so hard that all around her pussy was red from the force of me hitting her as I bottomed out in her. Once I blew my load inside of her, she said, I really needed that, Now stay inside me until the girls say it is time to eat. I said, sorry about being carried away on your nipples, they must hurt badly. She said, A little, but then I asked for it, so don't worry about it. They will be ok by morning. She then proceeded to french kiss me, which excited my cock, and it never went down until Bobby Sue came and said, George is waiting for you two to come down so we can eat. E said, Sense when do you call your dad George? Bobby Sue said, Sense Sarah Jane, dad and I decided that if we were to use first names at the ACS meetings, that we should also do it all the time. Oh, why was I not in on this discussion? E asked. Because you were busy getting fucked by Bob, and we did not want to interrupt you. I snickered and said, E I think that they got you on that one. Bobby Sue, tell them we will be down in a few minutes. Ok, Bob. Pull you cock out of E pretty soon, because I am hungry. Then she went out of the room. I said to E, Since you are pregnant with twins, I guess I don't think we can go for triplets, so lets go, as I pulled mu cock out of her pussy. E said, Since my period should have started yesterday, it is possible that I am pregnant, but there is no way you could know that I am going to have twins, and I do not believe that at all. I said, We shall see. Now lets go down to eat before Bobby Sue starves to death. I kissed her and then pulled her up onto her feet. She put her head on my shoulder and said, If I am pregnant, I hope it is yours. When we entered the dining room, George said, It is about time you two quit playing house, we are starving here. I sure hope that you enjoyed yourselves. E said, We did, now why wasn't I consulted on this decision for the girls to call me E and you George? George said, You were busy, and I made the decision, with the consent of the girls. It makes sense for them not to have to worry about calling us the wrong thing by having two names for us. Now set down so we can eat. While we were eating, George asked, Bob, what is on your agenda for this afternoon? I answered, Sarah Jane, and I have two more families to talk to about the ACS, and I want to finish that up today if possible. Why is Sarah Jane needed? asked E. I answered, A couple of reasons. First, she was one of the campers, and can tell them from that perspective, about the camp, and also I like having her around. So, Lover boy, you are going to ditch me this afternoon in favor of my daughter? asked E. Sorry sweet heart, but you cannot help me on this one. You will have to be content to be with your husband for a while. On another subject, Have the two of you (indicating E and George) noticed something a little different with Bobby Sue lately? They both shook their heads no, so I said, Sarah Jane will you and Bobby Sue stand next to each other. Once they were standing together, I said, Do you see anything strange here? They both said, No. I then said, Maybe because you see them all the time you don't notice what I see. Sarah Jane is two years older than Bobby Sue, but Bobby Sue has larger nipples, and there is some swelling of her chest in the tit area. Unless I miss my guess, She is pregnant and developing faster than Sarah Jane. E said, I guess I should get a second EPT for next week then. George asked, EPT for whom, and why next week? E answered, Bob thinks I am pregnant with twins, and I am going to show him I am not. So if I get two EPT's we can see if he is right about Bobby Sue as well. George said, According to your calendar, Your period should have started yesterday, and obviously it did not, otherwise you two would not have had the sex you had today. Therefore, it kind of supports his contention that you are pregnant. Now George, you know that sometimes I am late, and this is just one of those times. We will know for sure when you use the EPT, and also about Bobby Sue. Now Bobby Sue, who do you think could possibly be the father? George asked. She answered, If I am pregnant, it could be you, Bob, or any of the boys at camp, they all fucked me more than once, except for Bob, and you. I guess it really does not make much difference. Pregnant is pregnant, regardless of who impregnated you. I do hope that it was either Bob or me. After we ate, Sarah Jane and I went to the Smith house. In talking to Dick and Audry, we could tell where Kelly got her phobia about being seen in the bathroom from, and we toned down our approach. While Sarah Jane was talking to them, I was mentally telling them that after we left their house, they would never remember our visit, nor their children going to the camp. I also instructed the kids that they would remember their lessons, but would not remember where they had learned them. Next we went to the Colter family. Mike and April were very nice, but said that they would rather not participate. I then gave the family the same instructions that I had given the Smith family. At the Wilson home, we were very surprised to learn that they would love to join, but that Warren had received notice that he was being transferred to another state. Here, I instructed the parents to continue teaching sex to the kids, and for the kids to forget about the camp. Our last family, the Tilden's were already involved in another swingers club, so decided not to join ours. Here, I again removed all memory of our visit from the parents, and also left the lessons in Edwards head, but not where or how he learned them. Once we had left the Tilden house, I asked Sarah Jane, Do you think that your parents would mind if you spent the night at my house? She answered, No, but once we get there, I should call them and let them know where I am. Good I said, I need to spend some time with my parents, and I know they would like to get to know you better. Are you trying to tell me something, as if I didn't know? Did you forget that I can read your mind, almost faster than you can think? Of course I am going to sleep with you tonight in your bed, instead of in mine. It was almost dark, so I put my arm around her, pulled her to me, and then as we walked, I unbuttoned her blouse so that the slight breeze would show her chest. The air hitting her nipples caused them to become very hard. She said, Yes if you asked me to. She read my thoughts about maybe having her take her blouse completely off, but I did not want to take the chance of someone seeing it and calling the authorities. Once we got home, she called E and told her that she would be staying the night with me, and that since she was Karen's Dr. that there was a big chance that she would have to got to the hospital sometime tonight, as it looked like Karen was about to have her baby. About an hour later, Karen's water broke, and Sarah Jane called E and told her that we were on the way to the hospital, and that she should meet us there. Late that night, Karen gave birth to my first child, a boy that she named Thomas, after my grandfather/father. She told Jim that she was honoring his dad by giving him that name. Jim never said a word, as he did not know that his father was also my father. E, when she was alone with Sarah Jane and I, confirmed that both she and Bobby Sue were pregnant. While we knew that E was pregnant by me, we still had no real clue as to who the father of Bobby Sues baby was. More later Comments and suggestions are always welcome; [email protected]

A Boaters Paradise by JSR While some elements of this story are real, for the most part, it is completely fiction. As an adult, for the first few years, I (Jim) lived by myself, and developed the habit of not wearing clothing in the house, nor outside if I could do it with out causing an uproar by the neighbors. I had a privacy fence around the back yard, and only those in the apartment buildings across the street could see into my back yard. I was about 30 when I met my wife (Karen). She almost always dressed like she stepped out of the 1900's. Dark colors, long skirts and blouses that you could hide a truck under. But she had a great personality. When you could see her figure, it was pretty good. 5 ft. 6 in. 34D 24 30. I kept after her and after we were married, she loosened up somewhat. Her dresses started getting shorter (up to her knees) and instead of drab colors she brightened up somewhat (still dull to me, but much better than she had been). Her blouses became a little more form fitting, at least now you could tell that she had tits. She was not to thrilled about my nudist habit, around the house, but she tolerated it. It took me 3 months of working on her to convince her that she did not need to wear a nightgown to bed. Since there was just the two of us in the house, she finally gave in, and quit wearing anything to bed. Made me very happy. Sure made fucking her easier, and more often, since she did not have to move the nightgown out of the way, and also, I could play with her tits, as they were no longer covered. This lasted for a few years until our son was born (Tom), then I had to fight the nightgown battle all over again. She did not want our infant son to see her nude. I ask her what difference does it make, he is to little to know what he is seeing, and also he is sucking your nipples to get his food, so he sees them all the time. It still took a while for her to see things clearly. Two years later when our daughter (Sarah) was born, this time she demanded that I wear clothing around the house, so that it would not traumatize our baby. Again I pointed out to her that it would be at least 2-3 years before she would even know the difference. She very reluctantly gave in. By the our daughter was 3, my wife had forgotten all about the issue, as all 4 of us were nude most of the time at home. By now, my wife had learned how great it felt to be nude, and she even ventured out into the back yard with me sometimes. What does all this have to do with boating, you ask? In it's self, nothing, but is just background material for what comes later. All this time, my wife was taking classes to finish her teaching degree. We had decided to home school the kids, and she finished her degree the spring before our son started school, so the timing was perfect. My father, my brother and I had started a business, when I had graduated from high school, and when I was 40, a conglomerate, bought us out. We each received 10 million in cash. I invested 9 million, and used the other one, to do a little traveling and scouting. I bought a large houseboat. It had 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, living room and kitchen, and a lot of storage space, below decks, and on the upper deck. It had two helm stations, and it also was equipped with bow and stern thrusters. It would cruse at 10 knots, and was a dream to handle. It also had the latest GPS and radar installations. The GPS had all the charts in it for all of the US waters. Unlike most houseboats, this one had a small keel, which made a big difference handling it in the wind. The autopilot was linked to the GPS, and it literally followed the sailing lines on the charts. Since my wife was home schooling the kids, we could go most anywhere we wanted, in US waters, at any time of year. Our first year, we toured Lake Michigan, both the east and west coasts. Then headed down the Illinois river, to the Mississippi. We took our time, and spent most of the winter cruising to New Orleans, and then back north. We stopped whenever we would see something of interest, and/or places that would help the kids with their schooling. Once the spring weather broke, we headed back to Lake Michigan, then up to Lake Superior. From there we went to the other great lakes. Most of the time we were cruising in the Great Lakes, we were nude, except when we would pull into port. As fall approached, we again headed for the Mississippi river, but this time we turned left and entered the Ohio river. Then we went up the Tennessee river to Kentucky Lake. We stayed on Kentucky Lake that winter. We had a nice mild winter and met a lot of nice people. Many of the people we talked to, said that they traveled like we did, nude, except in port. Once spring was in full bloom, we went back to the Ohio River and headed east. We spent this summer exploring the rivers east of the Tennessee, then back to Kentucky Lake for another winter. This winter was a little colder than the previous on had been. So we decided to take the Tennessee river south, to get into warmer weather. Karen was getting a little (quite a lot) tired of living on the boat, and was making noises like a disgruntled wife. I was getting the feeling that a divorce could enter the picture, if I was not careful. We were someplace, just north of Pickwick dam and saw a small river heading west. We decided to see where it went, and headed up the river. There was nothing on the charts, about this river, so we had to take it slow, to make sure that we had enough depth to travel in. About two miles up the river, there was a sharp bend to the left, and the river narrowed to about 30 yards wide. As we made the turn, we saw a small marina, and decided to stop for fuel and to see where we were. I saw that the marina had a radio tower, so I called, and ask if they had fuel, I still had plenty, but I do not like to get to low, in case of emergencys. They answered, and said that they did, and ask how much water we drew. I told them that we needed minimum of 3.3 feet. The dock master said we have just 4 feet at the fuel dock, so come on in. As we entered their channel, we saw a sign that said clothing optional area. It looked pretty old so we did not pay to much attention to it, and we all put on clothing. When we got to the fuel dock, we threw a line to the dock master and he got us tied up. While we were fueling, he said it's getting a little late to be traveling on this river, I suggest you stay the night. There is a good restaurant on the property. One word of warning though, this is a clothing optional marina, so you might see nude or semi nude people wandering around. I said you don't know how great that sounds. We put clothing on as we entered you channel. We saw the sign, but it was so old and in such bad shape, we did not believe it. Also, we have never heard of a clothing optional marina. He told us that his granddad had started a nudest camp here when he was a young man, and had bought up a lot of property. We own all the land on this side of the river all the way to the Tennessee. When my dad took over, he did some research and found that we also own, in this area, the property on the other side of the river, a half mile north of the river and from this bend west about 200 yards. He found that since we owned the marsh land from the shore to the river, he had this channel dredged out and he put in a small marina, that is part of the nudist camp. In my life, I have expanded the marina to twice what my dad had. Your kids will have a great inheritance, I said. No he said, my only son was killed in Vietnam, and my wife is dead. I have been thinking of trying to sell, but I want to sell all the properly as one sale, but no one sees to want it all, just bits and pieces. I ask him what he wanted for the place, and he said million. I ask how much land there was, and he said in excess of 200 acres. That sounds interesting, I said. If you have a plat map, I would like to see it in the morning. He said all I have is the drawing that the surveyor gave my dad. Good enough, I said. My wife then ask how do we get to the restaurant? He said keep your shoes on, and follow the path from the head of this dock. It leads right to the restaurant. As we were walking toward the restaurant, several people going the other direction passed us. After they were out of ear shot, my wife said, I am not to sure about this. Its one thing to have you and the kids see me, but these other people keep staring at me. I said nonsense, they are just looking at you as we pass them. You are just not use to seeing other people nude. Just forget that they are nude, and enjoy the walk. The kids were having a ball. Our son was looking at all the pussies, and our daughter was looking at all the cocks. My wife had blinders on, and I was watching everyone. All the customers were nude except two women, one had on a pair of bright red panties that you could see through, and the other had on blue panties and a bra. All the wait staff had on see through aprons. I ask one of the ladies about it, and she said that they could not be nude to serve food, but with the see through clothing, we are essentially nude, and it also protects us from spills. Are you required to be nude to work here, I ask? It depends on the job you do. For instance, I would not want to run the meat slicer, nude, I might loose a nipple or more. Also the maintenance people could get hurt easier with out clothing. If your job can be done safely in the nude, then it is required. If you get to the office, all the staff there have to be nude, at all times. Our waitress, she said my name is Holli, and I will be your server. She had very obviously died her hair blond. I ask her why she died her hair blond, when she would look better with her natural bright red hair. She got a puzzled look on her face and said how did you know my hair was red? I said you did, you pussy hair is bright red, so I assume that either you died it, or more likely you died you hair. With your skin tone, you would look a lot prettier, with the red hair, than as a blond. The restaurant had very good food, and reasonably priced. After we ate, I ask the waitress how do we pay for the food? She said that you sign a chit, with your boat name on it. It will be added to your bill, when you leave the marina. What about your tip, I ask? I will have my name on the chit, and you can add what ever tip you want on to the bill. I will get it all my tips with my next paycheck. It was getting dark when we headed back to the boat. There were lights along the path so it was easy to follow. As we were passing an area that was close to the campsites, we heard a woman who was obviously having a great orgasm. My wife said what was that? Sarah (age 13) said, it sounds like she got fucked good. Where did you pick up that idea from; my wife ask? From you, she said. What? Her mom questioned. We hear you and dad when you fuck, and sometimes you are very loud. My wife got red in the face and said Well, I never, and then let it drop. I smiled at the kids and said you are smarter than mom thought you are. It took me 2 weeks to convince her to let me fuck her again. She was so shook up about the kids hearing us. I told her to just chalk it up to sex education training. Then I dropped a bomb on her, I said that she should be teaching Tom (age 15) about sex, and that I should be teaching our daughter. I thought she was going to have a heart attack. As we were getting into bed, she ask if I was serious about maybe buying the marina. I said yes if it checks out, and we can afford it. It would make a great home base for us. She then said that if we bought the marina, she would stay here while I and the kids cruised. She said that she could be content living on the boat, tied to the dock, but she was fed up with all the traveling. She also ask me about this idea of teaching sex to the kids, and I told her that she could teach Tom how to please a woman, which I could not teach him, and I could teach Sarah how to please a man, better than she could. She reluctantly agreed that it was true, and maybe we should also use the hands on approach. I ask what she meant by hands on, and she said I will let Tom fuck me to teach him, and you fuck Sarah, to teach her. That shocked the shit out of me, but I readily agreed to do it, on the condition that Tom was not to use a condom, and that Sarah was not to be put on birth control, nor would I use a condom with her. Why, Karen ask? I said let nature take it's course. Wouldn't you just love to have Tom's kid, and I certainly would love for Sarah to have my kid. You are serious, she said. Dam right I am. Think about us, I have never used a condom with you, and you have never taken any birth control measures, so why should our kids do any different? Karen thought for a while, and then said, I hate to admit it, but you are right, so we will do it your way. The following day, I was talking to the Kent (owner of the area), and in looking at the surveyors report, I found that there was closer to 500 acres (or more) that was in the tract. When I pointed this out to the owner, he said, no problem, same price, I do not really need the money, and I have no one to give it to, so I will settle for what I told you before. Kent and I toured the area several times, and I pointed out were improvements could be made, if we could get the permits. He said that the company name of the Bare Campground and Marina, had permits to dredge all they needed for the life of the company. Also the company could build what was needed, as long as it was built to the state codes. So what you are really buying is the company name Bare Campground and Marina. However if you change the name, the permits are null and void. I ask him what he was going to do, if I bought the company? He said I am not sure, I haven't thought much about it. I ask if I do buy it, is it possible that you could manage it for me? He said, I will have to give that some thought. One thing I suggest, even if I do not buy it, is that you put a sign up at the entrance to the river, it should say something like Bare Campground and Marina 2 miles, and an arrow pointing this way. The sign could be made in the shape of and painted to look like a womans ass and legs, like she was bent over at the waist, nude of course. It should also say marina water depth 4 ft. This should bring in a few people who are not local, and start giving the marina a following. He said, I'll tell you what, if you give me 100 thousand, and a life time job, where I keep of the profits each week, and a place to live, the place is yours. I said I don't like to look a gift horse in the mouth, but that is a lot less than your asking price. He answered, I don't need all that money and there is no one to leave it to. This way I can still live here, and run the place, and you can worry about the improvements that you would like to make. I said; you have a deal, do you want a check or cash? He said I prefer cash, I do not trust banks, and I am in no hurry to have you get it for me. Just pay it when it is convenient for you. We shook hands and he said that we could go to town tomorrow to sign the papers, to transfer ownership. I went back to the boat, and called the family together. I informed them that effective tomorrow, we own this marina and campground. We will still do some traveling, but that this would be our home base. Karen then said, I also have an announcement to make. Effective tonight, I will be sleeping with Tom, and Sarah will be sleeping with dad. I gave her a puzzled look, and she just smiled back. Tom ask what was going on, and Sarah clapped her hands and said oh goody goody. Karen then said, I am going to teach Tom how to sexually please a woman, and dad is going to teach Sarah how to sexually please a man. Tom said questioningly you mean I am going to fuck mom? Karen said eventually, yes. She then looked at Sarah and said, eventually dad will fuck you, but both of you have a lot to learn before that happens. That evening, at bed time, Karen told Tom, when you are ready for bed, I will be in your room. She then turned to Sarah and said, Sarah, from now on, when you are ready for bed, you will go to your fathers bed. About an hour later, I decided it was time for me to go to bed, everyone else was already in their rooms. As I entered my room, the lights were still on, and Sarah was laying on top of the bed reading a magazine. I ask why she wasn't in bed yet, and she said; Dad, I don't know which side of the bed you want me on. I said looking from the foot of the bed, I want you on the right side, and take off that ludicrous night shirt. She said, but I always wear it to bed. I said; lesson number 1. never wear anything to bed. That keeps you and your partner separated, and in bed you and your partner, should be as one. Yes daddy, she said as she removed the shirt. I said, it cannot be that you are shy around me, and I see you everyday nude, so why should you hide yourself from me at night? I am sorry daddy, I just did not think, I guess. No problem baby, you are here to learn, and it is my job to teach you. We will be going slowly, and only one lesson per night, and that is tonights lesson. I pulled back the covers, and laid down. Sarah then hopped back on the bed and laid beside me. Daddy, can I cuddle up to you? She ask. I laid my left arm out and said yes, and as she scooted over next to me, I wrapped my arm around her, and pulled her close to me, then I tenderly kissed her lips and said; Good night Sarah. She sighed and said good night Daddy, as I turned the light out. Her nipples pressed into my side, and for the first time, I felt her slowly maturing tits. It took all of my strength not to start playing with her body. At breakfast, Karen ask Sarah, what she and I did last night. Sarah said Daddy taught me that I should never wear anything to bed, when I have a man in bed with me, because it hides me and creates a barrier between us. Karen then said, yes he taught me that many years ago. What else did you do? Daddy said only one lesson a night, so I cuddled up to him, he put his arm around me, and we went to sleep. Karen then looked at me and said you were very restrained. I am surprised. I said go slowly with these lessons, there is no big hurry in teaching them, as long as they are taught. I then ask Tom, what did you and mom do last night? He got red in the face and said that she had let him suck her nipples, and play with her tits. How did you like it I ask? It was great he said, only I wish she had milk for me to taste. Did she tell you why there was no milk? I ask. Tom said, no I did not think to ask. I nodded my head in Karen's direction and said very good, you might want to tell him now, as both of them should know the answer to that one. Karen then said, kids, the answer is that a woman has to be pregnant before the breasts start producing milk, then the breasts will get larger, and the nipples will get very tender. She looked at Sarah and said, honey, your nipples are probably sore quit a bid, as you are just starting to develop your breasts. Other than that, your body is ready for you to get pregnant. That is why you started having your periods 3 months ago. Tom said, do I really need to know about this? And Karen said, yes you should know. Sooner or later you are going to have to deal with this female problem, with me, your sister, and any girl that you date. I looked at Tom and said, that is why your mom is teaching you, she can tell you things about the female body that you need to know, that I cannot explain to you. By the same reasoning, that is why I am teaching your sister, because I can teach her things about the male body that you mom has no direct knowledge of. Kent and I are going into town this morning, to sign the transfer of this marina and campground into my name, so I will be getting dressed shortly. Sarah ask, can I go to? I ask her if all her chores were done, and she said yes. Then I said ask you mom if she has anything else that she wants you to do. Karen thought for a few moments, and said no she can go, but I do have things the I will need Tom to help me with. Daddy, what should I wear, she ask? I said why don't you go ask Kent, he will know more of what is appropriate, than I do. Sarah came back a few minutes later and said; Kent said that most anything would be all right. I ask if my bikini would do, and he said, only if you want the guys to stare at you. Mom is it all right if I wear my bikini? Yes dear, you might as well learn now that men are going to stare at you for the rest of your life, and the bigger your tits get, the more they will stare. I put on my suit, and Sarah put on her bikini. Then we went to find Kent. He looked at me and said; you are a little over dressed, and told Sarah that every man in town would be looking at the prettiest girl in 3 counties. She blushed, then broke out in a big smile. It appeared that my little mink was going to be a man killer. It was a small town, population about 5,000. They had a nice courthouse, and the people were very friendly. After our business was over, Kent gave us a tour of the town. There was a Walmart, and a couple of other grocery stores. There was also a good hardware store, several clothing stores, and 3 restaurants. At the local office for the telephone co., I had them add a DSL internet connection to the office phone, then I picked up the DSL modem. At Walmart, I picked up a wireless modem. When Kent ask me about those items, I told him that I could do a lot of work over the internet, and it would save a lot of time, and in some cases money. For instance, I could have my bank transfer the money to a local bank that I needed to pay him, and to the contractors who would be doing work on the marina. Back at the marina, I sent Sarah back to the boat, and Kent and I headed for the restaurant. There, I was introduced to Glen the manager. Kent told him that I was the new owner of the place, but that he (the manager) would still report to himself. I ask Glen if Holli was at work yet, and he said no she does not come in until about 3PM. I told him to send her down to see me as soon as she come in, and he answered in the affirmative. On the way back to the marina office, Kent ask why I wanted to see Holli, and I said, I think she would be the perfect person to model for the signs, and she just might be a good hostess to greet, the boaters when they come in. Shortly after three PM, Holli came down to see me. I told her that I would like to take some pictures of her, and use them as the model for the new signs that I wanted to make. What kind of pictures, and where would they be used; she ask? I said that there would be two signs at the junction of this river, and the Tennessee river, with arrows pointing toward the marina. I said for these two, I would like a picture of her bending over at the waist, and the pictures would be of her legs and her ass. I explained that that would be appropriate for the bare part of the name. These signs would only show the back of her legs, and her ass. The other sign, I said, would be here at the waterway entrance to the marina, and it would be a full frontal nude of her, with one hand stretched out forward, and would be inviting the boaters in with words something like, welcome to Bare Campground and Marina. You will have complete approval, or disapproval of the pictures that I select to be used. They will be in full color, and hopefully the signs will be also. Why me? She ask. Because I like the way you look, and as I told you last night, if you went back to your natural hair color, you could be a Playboy centerfold. I also would want you to be here on the dock to greet the boaters who come in. I will set up an office somewhere near here, and you would be in charge of signing in and out the guests. You did not know that my dad was a sign painter? She ask. No I did not, I said. Would he make the signs, that I just described, even though they were of you? Try and stop him she said. He keeps trying to get me to pose for him. It will make his day, just to be ask. I got my camera (digital). I had Holli stand on the dock facing away from me, and had her spread her legs to the width of her shoulders. Then I had her bend forward and grab her ankles with her hands. I took several shots of her ass and legs, and made sure that her pussy could be seen between her legs. I then had her stand up, facing me. She stood with one foot a little forward of the other, and again at shoulder with. I had her extend one arm. Again I took several shots at different angles, making sure that her tits and pussy were in each one. I told her to take a break, and to be back in half an hour. I then printed out the pictures in full color, and numbered each one on the back. I chose two of the rear shots, and 2 of the frontal ones. I wrote the numbers down and waited for Holli to come back. I gave her the pictures and told her to choose two of each. She looked at them for quite a while, and then she choose the four she liked best. I showed her the numbers of the ones I had chosen and we both had chosen the same four. I ask her if her father would be home, and she said yes he works from the house. Lets go see him then I said. We took all of the pictures with us. At her home, she introduced me to her father (Elliot), and explained what we were doing. He looked at all the pictures, and said they are all good, but these two are the best, and indicated two of the four that we had chosen. I explained what the signs would be for and why I wanted those particular shots. I said that the two signs to be made from the rear shots, would have to be about twice her size, in order to show up at any distance. How detailed do you want them he ask? Life like, I said. He said at twice her size, in this shot, at 50ft. Her pussy will still be visible, I said thats great, and how visible will the marina name be? He said at 200 feet it will be very visible, and the shape of the sign will be very recognizable. Fantastic, I said. Now the other one, should be life size, and I want her natural hair color on it, and as close as you can I want her skin tone to be duplicated on all the signs. We need the word Welcome on this sign, can you put it like a crown on her head? How long do you think it will take to get them done? In two weeks I can have the two done, the third one will take about another 2 weeks. Fantastic I said. Call me when they are ready. Elliot said, you haven't ask about the cost. I said I expect to pay your normal price for something that takes you that long to produce. On the way back, I told Holli, that starting immediately, if she wanted it, she had a job checking people into the marina, and that eventually, she would also be checking campers in also. It depends on what it pays, she said. I make a good living at the restaurant, with my tips. I ask her what her salary was, and what she averaged a week in tips. She told me and I said, you will get a raise 10% higher than that total. I also told her that many boaters tip the dock workers, so there would be the possibility of more in tips. We stopped at the restaurant on the way back so she could pick up her things, and I told Glen that she was being given a higher paying job at the marina, and he should try to get a replacement for her, as soon as possible. He complained that I was taking his best worker, and I told him that from now on the better workers will be considered for different jobs as openings occur. I took Holli down to the dock and had Kent show her how to check boaters in, she ask what she should wear on this job, and Kent looked at her and said, just you tits and pussy is all you need, and I will guarantee that you will get some great tips. Kent and I then started looking at the dredging equipment. We discussed where we could put the dirt that we dredged up, and decided that we could use it to fill in several low spots, and increase the camping area. We then could build a sea wall on the other shore of the river, and put the rest of the materials there, when the water had soaked all out of it, that shoreline could then be useful for something. That night at supper, Karen said that she wanted me to have a house built. I ask why, and she told me that she was tired of living on the boat, and wanted solid ground under her feet again. I looked at her and ask; is this your way of asking for a divorce? She said no I do not want a divorce. I just want to live in a house again. And the next time you and the kids go sailing off for the summer, I will stay here in the house. I then ask her where do you want the house built? She said there is enough room around here to put it, where it will not interfere with the marina, or the campground. I said then it is not the nudity here that you object to? No she said, I just do not want to live on a boat anymore. I will talk to Kent in the morning and see what we can figure out. In the meantime, do you want to go to a hotel in town? No she said, there, I would not be able to keep up the lessons for the kids. I will stay here until the house I ready. That night, when we went to bed, I taught Sarah how to french kiss. It did not take much, as she was a natural at it. She wanted to learn more but I told her again that we would take it one step at a time. I wanted to make sure that I got to enjoy my daughter, for as long as possible. I talked to Kent the next morning, and we started scouting for a good place for the house. Not to far from the dock office, I saw what looked like it had been a road at one time, and I ask Kent about it. He said that there were a lot of old roads like that on the property, that had been logging trails before his granddad had bought the land. I said if we were to build the house on the other side of this old road, could we then divert all the traffic coming to the campground around to this road? Yes, but why he ask? I said that that way, Holli could also check in the campers as well as the boaters. We could put up an office with all windows in it so that the campers would see her or who ever was on duty, and know they were in the right place. Also driving further down through the woods would deter more sightseers. And again the gate people now have to be fully clothed, however, down here they would be nude, and work with or for Holli. We decided that we would use the road to bring in building materials for the house and if it worked out, after the house was built, we could change the entrance to just before the house driveway. It would still be close enough to the docks for one person to handle the current traffic. Each night I continued Sarah's sex lessons. We started each night with her reviewing what she had been taught, then I would add something else. The night I taught her to give blow jobs, I was leaking precum before we even started. I had her put some on her finger, and then suck it off, then I ask her how she liked it. She said it was all right but I need more to be sure, so I told her to use her tongue and lick it off my dick head. That tastes better she said. She was still holding my dick in her hand, and I said that I was going to cum very soon. She ask what that meant, and I told her that if she stroked my cock a little that she would see what happens. When her hand touched my dick it was like an electric current, and I came instantly. She had her face down close to see what I had meant, and got a lot of cum all over her face and down her chest. I then told her to lick it off and taste it. She said that it tasted very good, but a little salty. She used her finger to clean the cum off of her, and licked her finger clean. Then we got started with the blow job. She got into it immediately, and when I was ready to cum again, I pulled her head down so that my cock was in her throat. I shot my wad down her throat and let loose of her. I said have you ever heard of deep throat? Yes but I do not know what it means. You do now, I said, you just did a deep throat on me, and you mom cannot do it. It was getting near to Sarah's 14th birthday, so I slowed down her lessons. I decided that for her birthday, I would take her cherry. Karen, ask me what I was going to do for Sarah's birthday, and I told her that I planned on taking her cherry for her birthday. Karen said, I would like to see that. I said have you taken Tom's cherry yet? She said no. I said then lets have a party here in the living room. For Sarah's birthday, she and I will watch while you take Tom's cherry, and then I will take hers, while you and Tom watch. Karen said that sounds like a strange present to me, but then we always were strange, so lets plan on it. The day of Sarah's birthday, none of us said anything, and all day long she was asking if we knew what day it was. Knowing she wanted us to say her birthday, we just kept saying that it was Tuesday. By the time supper came she was about to explode. We were all at the table when she came in. As she sat down, we all jumped up and said Happy Birthday Sarah. She said that she had thought we had all forgotten. I said no we just wanted to tease you a little. Karen said, and after we eat and get the dishes done, we will give you your presents in the living room. While Karen and Sarah were cleaning up the kitchen, Tom and I placed a couple of blankets on the floor of the living room. When Karen and Sarah entered the living room, Sarah looked all around and said, I don't see any presents. Karen told her, the presents are here, you just don't recognize them as such yet. Karen said Sarah, what have you been studying the last few days, or should I say nights? Daddy has been teaching me about sex, she said. Then Ted spoke up and said, mine and mom's present to you, is for you to see me fuck her for the first time. Sarah looked at Karen and said, are you and Ted going to show me how it's done? Yes baby, we are. With that Karen got on the floor and said to Ted, join me and show your sister all that you have learned, then you have mine and dads permission to fuck me. Ted did a good job of making love to his mother, taking his time and making sure that she was responding to him. When she told him it was time, she spread her legs as far as she could, and he put them up on his shoulders, she took hold of his cock and pulled it into her pussy lips and guided it into her hole. He slowly pushed his cock into his mother for the first time, he reached with one hand and started playing with her clit. Karen responded, by moving her hips up into him. Once he reached bottom, he stopped, and let her birth canal adjust to him, being in it. He took his other hand and was pinching and pulling on her nipples. He slowly started pumping in and out of her, and slowly increased his speed. Being his first time, he did not last to long before he said momma, I am about to cum. Do you want it inside of you or do you want me to pull out? A man never pulls out before he cums inside his woman, she answered, as she played with his balls, hoping to get a really big load from him. Ted lay on top of his mother, and apologized for not lasting long enough for her to have an orgasm. She said we will just keep practicing until you learn how, so do not worry about it now. Just lay here on me and let you cock come out when it is ready. In the mean time, Sarah, do you have any questions for me to answer? Does it hurt when he entered you she ask? Karen said no, but it will when your dad enters you for the first time. Your hymen will have to be broken, and depending on how thick it is, it will hurt. The thicker it is the more it will hurt, but the hurt will go away fast, and then it is pure enjoyment. Also there will be some blood when the hymen is broken, but not a lot. Also, you are a little smaller than I am, so when you dad hits bottom, his cock will be inside your womb. When your cervix opens to let him in, it will probably hurt a little, but when you feel his sperm hitting the walls of your uterus, it will be heaven for you. Karen said, Ted you are getting hard again, and are still in me, so lets go again, and give Sarah a good show. This time Ted lasted long enough to give Karen a small orgasm, and Sarah said wow, will that happen to me? She was told that it sometimes takes a long time before a woman has her first orgasm, but if her man is any good at all, she will have a lot of them from that point on. This time Ted's cock decided it had, had enough, and quickly shriveled so that it came out of his mom fairly quickly. Karen then kept her legs open and told Sarah to look and see what she looked like after being fucked. Ted's cum was slowly seeping out of her cunt. Sarah then looked at me and said, that was a nice present from mom and Ted, but daddy, where is yours? I said Sarah, my lovely daughter, if you will look between my legs, that is your present. Sarah got red in the face and said, Are you going to fuck me for my birthday? I said no dear, I am not going to fuck you, I am going to make love to you, and you will enjoy that much more than if I just fucked you. Sarah laid down on the other blanket, and said I am ready for your gift, daddy. I laid down beside her, and started french kissing her. She responded very well and her tongue was really working in my mouth. While I was kissing her, I was using one hand to play with her nipples, pinching them and also pulling on them. Her tits, were growing, and now were the size of a small apple. I massaged them, and then I pulled off of kissing her, and started sucking her nipples. She squealed with delight. I worked my way down to her pussy and covered it with my mouth. As I did, she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking and licking it. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and was licking up and down and making sure that I hit her clit. I dropped a load of cum into her mouth, and she swallowed most of it, before it became to much for her mouth to handle. With my tongue moving inside of her pussy, I reached under her and started fingering her ass. She was still sucking my cock, and it was getting hard again. I could feel that she was about to have an orgasm, and I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and turned around and kissed her. When I broke the kiss, I asked if she was ready to the main event. She shook her head yes. I said then spread your legs as far apart as you can. I took my cock and got it wet and slippery with her pussy juices. Then I put the head at her pussy opening. I slowly pushed it in toward her birth canal. About half of my cock head entered before I hit the hymen. I looked into her eyes and ask are you ready? Again she shook her head yes. I said, this is going to hurt for a short time, I will be as gentle as I can. Please do it, daddy, she said. I looked at Karen, and she shook her head yes. I put a little more pressure against her hymen, and slowly kept increasing it. Suddenly, I broke through, and I could not stop myself. I ended up completely buried into her, with my cock head inside her uterus. I could feel her cervix pushing against my cock, and the head was trapped inside her uterus, until I shrank enough for it to come out. I could move my cock inside her about an inch or two, but no more. I laid on her this way for a minute or two, and ask her if I had hurt her. She said not until my cock hit her cervix, then there was momentary pain as my cock head opened her cervix enough to pass through. I slid in and out of her limited by the amount of my cock that I had in her womb. I then told her to put her arms around my neck and hold on, as I got to my knees and then up onto my feet. Now my cock was buried in her and was holding her body up. I walked around for a few minutes so she could feel my cock moving as we walked. I walked over to Karen and said, this surprises me. She smiled and said, it could be the Viagra that I ground up and put in your milk at supper. I looked at her with surprise on my face, and she said I wanted to make sure that she had you inside her for a long time. It is her fertile time of the month, and this way I hope we can give her the baby she wants from you. I opened my mouth to say something, and she said do not worry, I am planning on getting with Tom. Not only that, but I think that you should get Holli pregnant also, she sure has the hots for you also. I said, then find my sandals and put them on my feet, and I am going for a walk with Sarah stuck with me inside her, and let all the people in the marina and campground know that she is going to have my baby. I then walked outside, with Sarah's legs around my waist, and locked together with her heels, and her arms around my neck. This walking then made my cock move inside her as I took steps. Before we left the boat, I had cum inside her uterus, several times. On our walk, I came inside her several more times, and she said it felt like I was blowing up her stomach like a balloon, with all the cum trapped inside her womb. We were out walking for about an hour, and I had been inside her for about 1 hours, when we went back to the boat. I laid down on my back and let her ride my cock, while I played with her nipples and her budding tits. Again I came in her a few more times. About an hour later, I felt my cock starting to go down, so I had her lay on my stomach, and rolled over so that I was on top of her. I had Karen place two pillows under Sarah's ass, and after I was able to pull out of her, we had her on the pillows to try to keep as much cum inside of her as possible. However I suspected that as much cum as I had pumped into her womb, that she was already pregnant. While Sarah and I had been out walking, Tom had fucked his mom again. She told me that he lasted longer this time and if he kept it up he was going to be a great lover. At bed time, I did not plan on fucking Sarah again, as I figured that she would be very sore from all the abuse of having my cock inside of her for over 2 hours. Sarah, though had other ideals, and said that she wanted to see what it was like to have me fuck her in the ass. So instead of her getting any rest, I lubed her ass with about half a jar of KY jelly, and then slowly forced my dick into her ass. Once the head was in, I stopped to let her adjust, and she said, just ram in into me, like you did with my pussy. So I got a good grip on her tits and rammed my cock home in one stroke. It was hard, because she was so tight. Once fully inside of her ass, my balls were against her pussy. Then I started pumping hard and fast and my balls kept slapping her pussy. When I cam in her, she said it felt good, but I liked it better in my pussy, and my womb. I pulled out of her ass, cleaned my cock and then slid it into her pussy again, this time I deliberately forced it into her womb. I kissed her and said I am going to sleep with it inside you, it will come out sometime when it gets soft. She was asleep before I was, and I was still hard inside her when my lights went out. I awoke about an hour later than usual, Sarah was still sleeping, but her hand was holding my cock. I got up without waking her. Karen and Holli were setting at the table, having coffee. When Karen saw me, she poured me a coffee, and said that I should talk to Holli about what was said last night, then she took her coffee and left the boat. I ask Holli if she knew what Karen was talking about. She said I am not sure. I said the only mention of you last night was that she said that I should talk to you about something, but did not say what. Holli said, she and I did have a discussion yesterday, about your summer cruising. What about it I ask? I ask her what your plans were for your summer cruise, and she said to ask you, as she was not going. At that point, I jokingly said, maybe I should go with you to help with the kids. Now it makes sense to me, I said. When you said that, she got the impression that you wanted to have my baby. That is apparently what she thought we should talk about. Holli got a little red in the face, and said, I did not mean that when I said it. But now that I know that she would not care, I really wouldn't mind fucking you, even if it did get me pregnant. I said, you know what went on here last night, don't you? What do you mean, she ask? You haven't heard the rumors this morning? No I came directly here, and have not talked to anyone. The fact is, Holli, that yesterday was Sarah's 14th birthday, and my present to her was what she has wanted for a couple of years. She wants to have my baby, and since yesterday was her fertile time, I took her cherry. Unknown to me, Karen had put ground up Viagra, in my OJ. My cock was stuck in her womb for over 2 hours, and I came in her at least 15 times, and the sperm was trapped in her womb. It is very likely that she is pregnant, this morning. Holli said, I had not heard that, but I understand that getting her pregnant, would be your priority. But if she is pregnant, then on the cruise, you could give me a baby also. I said, then it is settled, you will be going with me and the kids this summer. We had quite a few of the renovations finished at the marina and campground, by the time we had our first customers, drawn in by our signs. When Holli checked them in, they all looked at her and ask if she was the model for the signs. She of course said yes, and they all wanted pictures of her and wanted her to autograph them. That gave me an idea. I had some post cards made up. On one, the sign by the Tennessee river was on one half of the card, and a picture of Holli in that pose was on the other half. A second card had the welcome sign on one half, and Holli in that pose on the other. Then Holli would sign them for the customers. We sold out of the first printing in a month. We figured that Sarah was about 2 months pregnant, when we left on the cruise. Karen had ask Tom to stay with her, so it was just Sarah, Holli and me. As we left the dock, the two girls came to me and said that they had been talking, and they felt that all three of us should sleep together, and that they would take turns pleasuring me, be it by fucking of giving me blow jobs. I said what ever the two of you work out is fine with me. Our cruise lasted for about 3 months, by the time we got back. Sarah was 5 months pregnant. Her belly was very defiantly that of a pregnant woman. We figured that Holli was from 2 to 3 months pregnant, as she had not had a period, since before we had left on the cruise. Karen and Tom were on the dock waiting when we got in, with the news that Karen was 2 months pregnant with Tom's baby. Tom and Karen moved all of their belongings to the house, Holli moved all of hers to the boat. When word got around that we were back, about once a week, some young wife, or teenaged daughter, would seek me out, wanting me to father a child for them. Some I did, mostly the teenaged girls, but now and then one of the older ladies (20-30 age group). I never know for sure that these women get pregnant, but the word has it that I have a lot of kids, around that husbands, and/or boyfriends were unable to produce. This is a paradise for boaters. Come and visit us, and be sure to bring your 13 year old or older daughters, and/or your young wife. Comments are always welcome; [email protected]

Teaching the Children 2017 Part II By JSR This story is an adult fantasy. The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be violated or abused. This story is written as adult entertainment, and should be read by only those over 18 years old. This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc. Rape, Oral. Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb, MMF, Mff, MFF. The children continued practicing their lessons in love making, every day for at least an hour. Bill and I were there to help, as needed. They had not yet been allowed to fuck. The end of our two weeks, came faster than we were ready for, but all good things have to end sometime. Betty and Holly, returned to the clinic for their last check up. The incisions had healed very well and the rings were doing well, now all we needed is for lactation to start, to see how well that would work, with these special implants. Before we left, we exchanged information with Bill and Lila, and arranged to be at the camp, together, next year. We also left it open, as to whether we would get together, once all got home. Bill and Lila still had another week at the camp. Everyone was nude except me, for the trip home. I had to have on shorts so that I could get out of the car to pump gas, and get snacks. We made the trip slower than we did coming. Everyone was a little down because of the end of the vacation, so no showing off occurred, on the way home. When we got home, there were three vehicles in the driveway. One I recognized as George and Pat's car. The other two looked familiar to me, but I could not place them. Seeing 6 adults and 2 kids on the porch, jogged my memory, and I realized that the other two cars belonged to two of the men I worked with, who had also been at the wedding. George said that they had only been there a few minutes, and that my friends had just arrived. Sam and his wife and their 9 year old daughter, said welcome home, and Greg and his wife, along with their 7 year old daughter came up and gave all of us a big hug. We went inside, and my family removed their clothing. I expected George and Pat to do so, but was surprised when Sam and his family also removed theirs. Greg's wife ask if they were required to do so, and I said that for guests, clothing was optional. Greg then told his wife and daughter, take off the clothing and be sociable. Sam and Greg, then said, we came to see you before school starts this year, we want to know more about how you work it, and about how you life philosophy, about schooling works. We are thinking of maybe bringing our kid's here if it is feasible, and we like your program. I said, first of all, the tutor, will have to give you the price. He teaches all the required classes. The classes that he doesnt teach, are taught either by me, Betty, or Holly. Once Holly graduates, then she will take the place of the tutor. One of the wives spoke up and ask, what classes that are not taught by the tutor, do you teach? I said, we teach the real life classes of love, sex, honestly, respect and anything else that we feel the kids need. Right now, I continued, the classes are here in the house. If we get more kids that the house can comfortably handle, then I will build a school house here on the property. You said love and sex? Exactly what do you mean by that. I answered, we teach each sex how to pleasure the opposite sex, what they like, what is not liked by some, and how love interacts with sex. I will add, that we use practicable demonstrations of these subjects, and individual practice of most. The two wives looked at each other and I could see a question in their eyes. I ask what is the question you seem to have? Exactly what sex classes are taught, that need practice? I said, I think that I will let Ken answer that question, seeing as how he has just been through some the past week. Ken please tell the ladies what classes you have been taking while we were gone. Ken said first the girls were taught how to give blow jobs. I heard the ladies gasp. Then Ken said they practiced on dad, their dad and me. The next day, the lesson was on.... dad what was that word? Cunnilingus, I said. Cunnilingus, Ken said, I was taught how to do it, and then I, dad and Bill did it to the girls, so they would know how it felt. The next day, then we put the two together, and learned how to do 69. Is that what you wanted, Dad? Yes, son that was very good. One of the women spoke up and said; you taught your son how to eat pussy? And let him practice on a little girl? Yes I said, and we taught the girls to give blow jobs, and let them practice on Ken, me and their dad. By the way their mom and dad did demonstrations for them also. The general philosophy is always answer their questions as honest as you can for their age. Never tell an untruth, and let them practice what they have learned. Kids who learn this way very seldom have problems. They know that fucking will create babies. They also are taught what precautions are available, to keep from getting pregnant. Both of my friends, said that sounds like a good program. Both of the wives were a little skeptical about it. I said I have a week yet before I have to let the tutor know how many kids will be in his class this year. I suggest that you think it over and let me know later, what you decide. On Tuesday, at work Sam came up to me and said, Much as I want to send Julie, and Larry to your classes, my wife is dead set against it, so you can count us out. No problem, I answered, you have to keep the little lady happy. Later that day, Greg told me. Our two girls and our son will be attending your school. I sure hope it works well. I had a very hard time convincing the wife to let them attend. I replied, So far, it has worked very good for my family. Sams wife will not let their kids attend. That evening as I got home, I noticed a sign across the road from the house. I stopped and read it. The sign said, This 40 acres is for sale. I drove around the block, and there was a farmhouse that was for sale, with 40 acres. I figured that it must be the property that backed up to mine. I then went home to think about that. I thought about it for a while, and decided that I would call Bill and Lila. I seemed to remember him saying that he would like to move into this area. I had Betty find their phone number, and I called. Bill? This is Lee. Bill answered, Yes, Lee, what can I do for you? I answered, Did you tell me that you wanted to move closer to town? I said that we were thinking about it, he replied. I said, There is 40 acres across the street from me that just went up for sale. I was thinking that if you were interested in it, that I would buy 10 acres on my end. The house is on the next road over. By doing that, I would have more room to build a place to teach the kids. Hold on a minute. Lilas cell is ringing, and she is gone. I will be right back. About three minutes later, Bill came back on the phone, and said, Your call was great timing. First, yes I am interested in that property, and will be over that way in a few days to look at it. Second, that call was for me. Albert, the owner of NUDE Acres, was on Lilas phone because mine was busy. I had been talking to him about your teaching. He asked me to get hold of you and see if you would go down and talk to him about holding classes there. I replied, Sounds like you and/or Lila liked what I taught the girls and Ken. Yes, we did, and the girls loved it. They want to go to the next step with you teaching. he replied. By the way, how are the implants doing? Lilia and the girls were thinking of maybe trying them. Both Betty and Holly are doing well. We will not really know for sure until one of them gives birth, but so far they love them, and Kenny has a ball playing with them. I replied. Is Albert going to be there Saturday? If he is, I will go talk to him then. Bill replied, Yes, he will be there, and I will pick you up about 0530, and go with you. See you Saturday morning. Bye. Saturday morning, Bill drove us to Nude Acres. Albert was busy when we got there, so we just walked around looking at all the girls and women. Both of us had big hardons. It was about an hour before Albert had time to talk to us. Albert said, I have a couple of ideas that I want to talk over with you, but first, Lee, how did you and your family like your stay here? I replied, We had a great time, and are planning on coming back next year. Good, good, he said. How is the implants that the ladies had done, working out for them? So far they work good, however we will know more when one of them drops the kid so it can test how good they work. I replied. Then Albert asked, I have heard that you gave some sex classes while you were here. Is that True? Yes, I did, I replied. Bill spoke up and said, He taught my daughters, and his son. My wife and I were impressed by the way he taught them, and his hands on approach. We watched, and also helped some in the teaching. I said, Bill, do not forget that Betty and Holly both helped with the teaching. While I can tell the girls about some things, it also takes females to show the girls the practical applications, and to help them to understand just what I say. How far do the practical applications go? Albert asked. I replied, However far the parents want. I ask them just how far do you want me to go with the teaching. Some want only for me to teach blow jobs, to their girls, and some want the training to go to full vaginal penetration. I always ask the parents before training starts. As far as the boys go, depends on how far I am going to be taking the girls. If I am only to teach the girls blow jobs, the boys then only learn cunnilingus. If I am to stop short of penetration, the boys will get to play with the girls tits, assuming they have some development. However before anything else, I teach kissing. It is a must where sex and romance are involved. Also, if there is more than one boy and girl, they trade partners every day so that they get use to the idea that everyone does things a little differently. One other thing, I DO NOT teach the use of condoms. I do not believe in birth control. If any of the female students or their parents are afraid of them getting pregnant, they should put them on the pill before classes start. One other question, What is the youngest, and oldest ages that you will teach? Albert asked. I replied, The kids should be at least 8 years old, and I will teach anyone older than that up to and including adults. You would be surprised at how many adults, have no real idea how good sex can be if done right. That includes both men and women. However, with adults (13 and older), I will have to go to full penetration, to enable me to teach it right. Albert said, The reason I am asking these questions, is I would like for you to teach my kids. Running this camp, I and my wife do not have time to teach them. If I like the results of your classes, I will offer you a full time job here. You would be teaching any of the patrons, that would want your services, and you would be on a salary, with no rent or food costs. Bill said, I take it then that your prices would be raised to compensate for his salary? Albert said, Due to inflation and our added costs, that is going to happen even if Lee does not take the job. However, You know that I will not gouge anyone. It will be a fair increase, and my profits will be at about the same level as they are now. How old are your children? I asked. Albert said, Allison just turned 13, Bobby is 11, and April is 10. I said, With Allison I would be going to full penetration. How far do you want the other two to be taught? He answered, Full penetration, by you with both girls, and Bobby to do so as well, but after you have taken both of their cherries, Has either of the girls started having periods, yet? Albert said, Allison has. I replied, You do know that with full penetration, there is a chance that she will become pregnant. Albert said, If it happens, it happens. Do not worry about that. Last question, When do you want me to start? Albert said, Can you start today and tomorrow, and then come back next weekend to continue? I said, Bill, you drove, you will have to answer that one. He answered, You stay, I will come back this tomorrow evening to pick you up. I will also call and tell Betty where you are and why. With that Bill left. Albert said, You can use the cabin that you had before. It is empty right now. I will send the kids up there. I replied, Bill, it would be a good idea if you came with them, and introduced us. At that point you should tell them what is going to happen, and give them a pep talk, so that they are not blind sided and think that I am a pervert. Good idea! Albert said. I walked to the cabin. Inside I looked around, and it looked as if it had not been used since we left. I heard Albert talking to the kids as they approached the cabin. Once they were inside, Allison said, Dad, why are we here? You normally tell us to stay away from the cabins. He said, This is Lee. You might remember him, as he was in this cabin two weeks ago, with his wife, sister in law, and his son. Each of the kids came over to me and shook my hand and said, Hi, Lee, I am (and gave me their names). I responded with Hi Albert then said, Lee is here to teach the three of you something about life. You will stay here with him this week end, and also next week end. Allison said, What is he going to teach us? We have classes all week, and need to relax on the week ends. She was apparently the spokes person for the three of them. He is going to give you three, some classes on SEX education. Alison said, But dad, I have already had sex ed at school. Albert continued, Yes, but Lee will be giving you not only the theory, that you learned, but will also be teaching how to actually do it. I expect all three of you to listen to him, and do as he tells you. He will not have you do anything that will hurt you. He has my full confidence, and if any of you misbehave he has my permission to spank you. Sunday night, I expect each of you to tell me and your mom just what you have learned. IS THAT CLEAR? Each of them said, Yes, dad. He then said, Lee, they are all yours for the week end. I said, Thanks, Albert, I think. He smiled and said, Have a good time kids, and learn what he tells you. He then left. I said. Lets sit down, and get acquainted. I sat on a kitchen chair, and said, Allison, tell me about yourself. She said, like what? I replied, Your age, where you go to school, how you like being here at the camp. Things like that. She said, I am 13, almost 14. I go to the county middle school. I have grown up in this camp, so it is a normal way of life to me. I hate having to wear clothing when I go to school. Very good, I said, I turned to Bobby and said, Please answer the same question. He said, I am eleven, I am in the 6th grade, and go to the county elementary school. Like Ali said, we have lived here all of our lives, so it is natural for us to like to be nude. All right, I replied, Now April, it is your turn. April said, I am 10, and I am in the 5th grade at the same school as Bobby. I then said, I am 28, married, and have a 7 year old son, and my wife is pregnant, and will have a baby in about 2 months. If you know Bill and Lila, I taught these lessons to their children when my family was here a couple of weeks ago. Your parents felt that they would like for me to teach you three as well, so here is what you will be learning: You girls will start off learning to give blow jobs to your brother and me. Allison said, OH, yucky I said, I will get back to that in a minute. Next Bobby will learn to eat your pussies. Now Bobby said, OH, yuck. I just smiled and said. You will also be taught how to properly kiss the opposite sex. Bobby will be taught how to play with your nipples, and you girls will be taught how to play with his cock and balls. NOW as to the yucky comments. Once you learn how to do those things properly, you find a great deal of pleasure in doing it, and your partner, will also enjoy it very much. To start, Bobby, I want you to kiss Allison on the lips like she is your girl friend. Do I have to? he complained. Yes, but I will do it first to show you how it should be done. I got up and went over to Allison. I pulled her to a standing position, and put my lips up to hers, then I used my tongue to open her lips and thrust it inside of her mouth. I kept her tight against me and it took a few seconds before she started responding to me. I held the kiss for about 30 seconds, and then released her. She caught her breath and said, No one has ever kissed me like that. I really like kissing you. I said, Good, now Bobby will kiss you. You should try to do to him, what I did to you. While you are doing that, I will be kissing April. I then pulled April to her feet and lifted her up to me and kissed her with a lot of tongue. She responded immediately. For a young girl she was an excellent kisser, and she enjoyed being kissed. When I broke our kiss, I asked, Did someone show you how to do that? She said, No that was my first time. I said, I will bet the boys will love to be kissing you soon. Bobby wasnt doing to well with Ali. I think that mostly he was embarrassed to be kissing his sister. I then told him to kiss April and see if he could do a better job with her, as she was almost the same size has him, where Ali was a little taller. Again, I told April to Kiss Bobby just like you did me. I then went back to Ali and kissed her again, while rubbing my chest on her very small breasts. This time she was fully into it, and when we broke the kiss she asked me, What was you doing, that I got all tingly between my legs. I said, Two things, the kiss was getting you a little sexually excited, and when I started rubbing your nipples with my chest, it multiplied the sensation. Even though there is no known link between your nipples, and your clit, many women say that rubbing their nipples makes their clit feel like it is being played with. Wow, she said, That is a couple of things they never mentioned in sex ed. I replied, In the public schools, they are not allowed to teach some sexual things. It is to bad, as you just found out, it is a lot more pleasurable, than you thought it would be. I told her that I would be right back, and went into the bathroom. I was taking a piss, when Allison walked in. She stood and watched me pee, and then asked, How does pee cause babies? I smiled at her and said, It doesn't. During sex, sperm comes out of a cock, and it is entirely different than pee. I said, If I was to masturbate, a white stick fluid would come out of my cock. That white fluid contains millions, and millions of sperm, which would be looking for your egg, if I put it inside of you. They never told us how the sperm got to the egg to fertilize it. I replied, We will be getting to that part later, so lets leave it for now. Be assured, that I will teach that to you as well. Out in the living room, Bobby and April were still kissing. I asked April how Bobby was doing, and she said, Much better, but he needs more practice. Allison turned to me and said, I need more practice also, please. I pulled her to me and started kissing her and rubbing her nipples with my chest again. In about 5 minutes, she broke the kiss, and said, I think I just peed myself. I looked at her legs, and said, No, you just had a small orgasm. Look at your legs. That does not look like pee, but it does look like pussy juice. She got red in the face, and tried to hide her face behind her hands. I pulled her hands away, and said, When you have an orgasm, it I nothing to be ashamed of. It just means that you are having a good time with sex. I said, Now we are going to change gears. It is time to start teaching you two girls how to give blow jobs. Giving a blow job is NOT yucky When done right, it is very pleasurable for both the male and female. Part of my job is to teach you girls how to do it, and Bobby how to tell you what you are doing wrong if it hurts him. Since there are two girls and only on of Bobby, Allison, you being the biggest of the girls, will work with me, and April will work with Bobby. It would be better if I had a lady to show you how, but hopefully I can tell you, and At that moment, a voice said, I hope I am on time. The kids looked up and saw their mom, Anita. She said, Albert told me that you might need a woman to help teach the girls how to give blow jobs. Am I on time? Allison looked at her mom and said, Mom, do you mean to tell us that you give blow jobs, and if you do, isnt it yucky? She looked at Allison, and said, Anything dealing with sex is not yucky. And yes, I give your father a blow job every now and then. Lee, if you dont mind, I would like to give you one, so the kids can see how it is done, and the pleasure that both you and I will get out of it. I replied, I was just telling the kids that I needed a woman who knew how, as I could only tell them from my perspective, and the girls need to hear it from a female. Please do use my cock for your demonstration. I will try to tell them what you are doing, as you do it. She took hold of my cock and it immediately started to get hard. I told the girls to notice how it responded to her touch. She then started slowly stroking up and down and told the girls to watch closely. Once it was hard, she then took her tongue and started licking up and down on it. I told them that they should treat it like a lolly pop. Next she pulled my foreskin back to expose the head, and then put her tongue to my slit. I told them that it was my pee hole, but that it also was where my semen would be coming out of. She then put it into her mouth and continued licking with her tongue. I did caution the girls not to let their teeth scrape, as it could cause damage to my cock. While she was licking and sucking my cock she reached down to my balls and was carefully playing with them. Again, I let the girls know what was going on, and told them that when playing with a mans balls, to be very careful as to much pressure could be very painful to a man. When she felt that I was ready to cum, she pulled off and told the girls, When he cums, I will hold it in my mouth, and I will give each of you some in your mouth. You will use your tongue and taste it and swish it around in your mouth. You will then swallow it. Allison asked, Do we have to? Anita said, Yes, if you spit it out, I will spank you here in front of Lee. Do you understand me? Yes, mommy she answered. Anita then went back to giving me a blow job. I told her that I was ready to cum, and she indicated for me to let it loose. She pulled back so that just my head was in her mouth, and I came and filled her mouth with cum. She kept her lips tight on my cock as she puled off of it. I told the two girls to lie down and open their mouths as wide as they could. Anita then bent over and allowed some of my cum to partly fill their mouths. She then swallowed the rest of my cum. April, said, A strange taste, but not to bad. I guess it wont hurt to swallow it. Allison, said, Much better than I thought, I might even get to like it. I said, Good. Now Allison, I want you to do that to your brother. He probably is not producing sperm yet, but he can still enjoy having you eat his cock. After you are done with him, then April can try and see if she can get my cock into her mouth. If she can, she can practice on me. Anita stayed and gave advice to Allison, and Bobby. Allison did a fair job on Bobby, and as yet he was not producing cum. However he did have a small amount of precum. April got about 2 inches of my cock into her mouth, and her tongue felt really good playing with me. I did not cum in her, because I had just dropped my load into her mothers mouth. I then told the three kids that they were done for today, but to be back at 0900 in the morning. Anita told the kids to go ahead, that she wanted to talk to be for a while. When the kids were gone, Anita said, I need your help. So far without knowing it, you have been helping me. I am doing a study, for a Major University. It is about the sexuality of young girls growing up. My two girls are the first two, and there will be several more in the coming weeks. If you agree to do so, I will have a standard questionnaire made out for each girl, for you to answer. I will also be asking for a verbal evaluation as well. I asked, Just what is this study about? She replied, There is a theory that girls are getting pregnant younger and younger. This study is to try and prove that. Therefore, I NEED you to get both of my daughters pregnant, and any of the others in the study. You will not be responsible for the kids in any way, except as the donor of the sperm. I said, You are offering me a job of impregnating these young girls, including your own two? In a nut shell, yes. I then asked, What about the possibility that once they take the classes, that someone like a father, brother or someone else gets them pregnant? She replied, That is possible, but each time you fuck them, you are to ask if anyone else has done so. Since most of these girls will be learning from you, I really think that they will be attached to you, and will tell you if that happens. Again, that would be reported as it is also one of the questions on the individual questionnaire. Just remember, with the girls in the study, you will try very hard to get them pregnant, starting with my two daughters. I want them pregnant as soon as you can get started fucking them. Any idea when that will be? I replied, If, I cut things short with Bobby, and not teach him about penetration, I can start tomorrow. If you were to tell Bobby that you want him to wait for further lessons, until I am more established, then I will not have to worry about him trying to fuck them. Also, have April come about 0800, and Allison to come at 1300. That way I can have time to recharge between doing them. Anita replied, I will do that. I have somethings that Bobby can do, and tell him that they have to be taken care of first, and that his lessons will continue at a later date. Now, just for fun, how about using that cock of yours to make my pussy feel better? I replied, I never turn down a chance to fuck a new woman. I gave her the full treatment: kissing, sucking tits, eating pussy, and then fucking her. She said, If that is what you are teaching the kids, My girls will be in 7th heaven, when the time comes for them to get boyfriends. I replied, I teach them everything I did with you. By the way, you sure know how to use your pussy muscles to suck off my cock. She replied, It makes both of us feel better, and have bigger orgasms. She then left for the office. I called my boss, and quit my job (I only worked so I had something to do). I then called my attorney. I told him to put the house up for sale, and to send a moving company to move everything to my new address. (Albert had a house at the edge of the camp, which he let me have rent free). Next I called Bill and told him that if he could, to pick up Betty, Holly and Ken, and bring them to the resort. He asked me, Whats up?, and I answered, I will tell all of you when you get here. Bring Lila as well. She will want to hear this first hand. Okay, he said. April arrived at 0801 the next morning. She knocked on the door, and I let her in, saying, April, you do not need to knock on the door. Just open it and come in. She replied, I was taught to knock before I enter someone else place. I asked, Do you knock on the door before you enter your classroom at school? She said, No. Well, I replied, This is also a classroom, so there is no need to knock. I will remember, she said. Your parents know what I am going to teach you today, and if you have any questions after you leave here, you can ask them, or wait until the next class and ask me. Is that all right with you? Yes, Lee, she answered. I then said, I am going to start by kissing you. Then I will continue to make love to you. You should respond as your body tells you to. Nothing we do should embarrass you. If something hurts you, please tell me, and if I know something will give you some displeasure, I will tell you. April nodded her head that she understood what I had told her. I took hold of her and sat her on my lap, where I started kissing her, and using a lot of tongue. I could tell she was enjoying it immensely. As I was kissing her, I was using one hand to play with her nipples. They got hard as rocks almost at once. I picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down, still holding our kiss. I broke the kiss so that I could get on the bed with her, and then started kissing her neck and throat. She was beaming! I kept at this for a short time, and then continued kissing down to her nipples and made sure that I sucked each one for a short time. I then continued down her stomach, to her belly button, and then on down to her clitoris. I spread her legs, so that I could bet my face in between them. I could feel her muscles tighten up as I tongued her clitoris. Her face got a funny look on it, and as she relaxed, I could tell she was feeling very good. I then started moving my tongue into her slit, and licking the bottom of it slowly up and down. At the bottom, I would stick my tongue in her hole, as far as I could, and then start licking back up to her clitoris. I would play with her clitoris for a short time and then return to licking her slit. April was now holding both hands on the back of my head and pushing my face into her pussy as hard as she could. I said, April, what I am going to do now, will cause some discomfort. I am going to put my cock into your pussy. Some discomfort should occur, because you have not had something this big inside of you. Also, Your Maidenhead, will have to be broken. That will cause some pain. Once it is broken, I will stop, and wait for your pain to go away, before I continue to force my BIG cock into your small opening. Do you understand what I have just said? She replied, between gasps, Yes. Be as gentle as you can, and I will be all right. I am now starting to put my cock head into your slit, and will slowly continue to force it into you, until I feel your cherry. Then I will do what I have to do to break it. With that, I slowly forced my cock head into her slit, and to the opening to her vagina. My head was about of the way into her when I felt it touch her cherry. She gave a short gasp, but did not cry out. I then said, Here is where the pain will come. When I push against your cherry, and when it breaks. Once it breaks I will stop, until you tell me you are ready to continue. I then started putting more and more pressure on my cock. Suddenly, her cherry broke, and before I could stop, my head was at her cervix. I laid there with my weight on my elbows and knees. It took about 5 minutes, before April said, I feel better now. Please continue. I slowly withdrew my cock until just the head was still inside of her, and then slowly reentered her love canal. This time, I stopped just as I got to her cervix. I then again started my withdrawal. I did this slowly for about 5 times, before I started speeding up. Her tunnel was very tight, and I could not get to much speed, in fear of hurting her. When I was ready to cum, I told her so. She asked, What does that mean? I answered, It means that I am about to unload millions of sperm into your pussy, which makes it possible that you could get pregnant. However, I really do not think your system is developed enough for that to happen. April hugged me and said, It would be neat, though, if I was the only 5th grader in the school that was pregnant. Ill bet I would be the envy of all the girls, and the boys would buzz around me trying to be the next one to fuck me. I smiled and said, I think that the girls already envy you, and the boys are probably to shy to talk to such a good looking young lady. Not me, I am just a nobody. But if I were pregnant, my tits would start growing. Then everyone would notice me. she replied. I said, Dont wish for too much, sweetheart. You may find it is not as good as you thought it might be. I would hate to see you badly disappointed. Now put a couple of pillows under your ass and lie back down. It will help you to relax better. Half an hour later, I told April, You should get up now, and go wash your pussy. Then we will go get some lunch, so I can be back here before your sister gets here for her lesson. I got back about 15 minutes before Allison showed up. She was 10 minutes late. I gave her a hard time about being late for class. She almost cried. I felt bad that I had made such a fuss over her being late, but I also wanted her to know that being on time is a requirement, in the real world, and that, there late could cause a lot of problems for her. I then told her that she was to start by giving me a blow job. I would critique that, before going to the next part of her training. She was not as hesitant as she had been the day before, but still was not really into doing it. She did however do a nice job of it. Not as good as April had done, but better than she did the day before. She said something about practice, and I told her to practice on Bobby, or her dad. She said that she would think about that. I then sat down and had her sit on my lap, so we could talk. She said, It is hard for me to think of blow jobs other than yucky, even though I know that they are really pleasant. All of my friends think they are yucky and say so quite often. I said, Did it ever occur to you that they might just not want any competition? That maybe they are giving blow jobs to some of the guys that you like? No, she said, that never entered my mind. I responded, That is just a guess, and they may not even know what it is like to give a blow job, so I would not worry to much what they say. With that, I started kissing her. It was time for me to make love to her and teach her how a real man gets his woman ready for sex. She is a little bigger than April, which made it easier on me. When I got to her nipples, they were larger than Aprils, and the swelling under them was more pronounced, even though from a small distance it could not be seen. With her setting on my lap, I kept kissing her, playing with her nipples, and kissing her neck, nipples and stomach. About 10 minutes later, I picked her up and took her to the bed. There, I laid her down, spread her legs, and started eating her pussy. Her face turned red, and she said, I cant believe you are doing that. I replied, You gave me a blow job, Now I am returning the favor. Lie back and enjoy it. When my tongue hit her clitoris, I thought she was going to jump off of the bed. It was like an electric shock when my tongue touched that little nub. She immediately started pushing my head into her crotch. When I started licking from her clitoris to her love canal, she went into a frenzy. Her breathing suddenly became very ragged and her legs started squeezing my head, trying to push it as close to her as possible. She was seeping small amounts of pussy juice from her vagina. I unlocked her legs from around my head, and said, Allison, I am now going to take your cherry. Are you ready? Do what ever you want, just keep that sensation up it is fantastic. I raised up, and moved so that my cock was at her pussy. I then moved it up and down in what pussy juice that was there, to help moisturize it. I moved the head so that it was directly over her entry, and pushed down until the head was starting to enter her. I asked if she was ready, and she nodded her head yes. I pushed until I hit her hymen. I gave one quick short shove, and her hymen discriminated. She cried out, and then said, That hurt, but by the time I could say anything, it quit hurting. I smiled and slowly pushed my cock into her love tunnel. I had most of it into her when I hit her cervix. At that point, I let it set for a few seconds. Then I slowly pulled it out until just the head was inside of her. I slowly began sawing in and out of her, and I slowly sped up. Once I was going good, my cock was hitting her cervix every stroke and she was pulling my hair. It seemed like she was trying to pull all of me inside of her. When it was time for me to cum, I told her I was about to cum in her. She answered, I dont care what you do, just keep up what you are doing. It feels so great. I made my last two thrusts as hard as I could, and her cervix opened and my cock was in her womb, when I came. I could feel the back splash as the cum hit the wall of her womb and bounced back at my cock. Once I had finished cumming, I laid on top of her, to keep the sperm in her, and also to relax and let my cock get back to normal. When my cock slowly slid out of her pussy, I stuffed a couple of pillows under her ass and told her to lay there for a while. When she asked Why? I replied. So that my cum will have a chance to see if you have an egg ready to fertilize. If so, maybe one of them will find it. Okay, she muttered. After an hour, I let Allison go home. I then filled out the paperwork on both girls, for Anita, then I took it to the office, where she was working at the moment. She looked at it for a few moments, and said, A good chance that Allison could be pregnant. April is just a guess, but I hope she is. It would be a good indication of my theory being right. Anita said, I have another item I am working on now. My only cousin, just died, along with her husband. I am the only living relative that their daughter has. She is not quite 6 yet. I am trying to sort out what to do with her, here. I asked, What seems to be your problem? She replied, We just do not have enough room for her. I thought for a little while and said, How about we take her. She can sleep with Ken. Then on her sixth birthday, Have Ken take her cherry. He is still not real big, and could do so without hurting her to much. She then would become a part of your study, with Ken being the designated cum source. I could help him fill out the paperwork, and it would make him happy as well, that he had his own girl to fuck. Excellent idea, Anita said. Lets set it up that way. She will be here tomorrow, so you might want to talk to Ken today about it. I found Ken at the beach. He was having a good time with several of the girls. I could tell that they had been giving him blow jobs, and he was happy as a lark. I called him and said, I hate to spoil your fun, son, but I need to have a private conversation with you. Lets go to our house. Okay, dad, but I was having a great time. Girls, see you later. At the house, I told Ken to get Betty and Holly, as I wanted them to hear what I was going to say. He yelled MOM, Aunt Holly, Dad wants to talk to us. Betty and Holly entered the room, and Betty went to Ken and said, Ken, that is the first time you have ever called me mom. Whats up? Are you in trouble? Ken answered, No trouble that I know of. I just think it is time that I started showing you two the respect that I have for you. Thank you SON, she replied. Holly said, Ken, thank you for including me in the family. I then said, I am going to be talking to Ken, but I want both of you to hear what I am going to say, and NO Ken is not in trouble. I do want the two of you to answer just one question I have. Is Ken producing sperm, or is he still only producing precum? Betty said, Thats a strange question to ask his mom, and aunt. But I guess since he does fuck us, we should know. I havent really checked, but from the volume I feel entering me, I would say it is sperm. Holly what do you think? Holly said, The last blow job I gave him, he gave me a mouth full of sperm. Again, as Betty said, its a strange question for us to answer. I said, My teaching sex to the kids, has lead me to this job I have with Anita. By the way, this discussion does not leave this room. I will only say that right now, I have the job of getting both Allison and April pregnant. I wont go into details, but in a nut shell, that is what I am doing now. As to Ken, He is now going to be working in a similar way. Anita had a cousin, whos family all died, except for a daughter. This daughter is not quite 6 years old. She is going to come and live with us, and will sleep with Ken. Ken, until the night of her 6th birthday, you will not do anything with her except to hug, and or kiss her. The night of her 6th birthday, you will take her cherry, and continually fuck her each night. There will be a form for you to fill out each day, but she cannot know about it. You can give the form to me and I will take care of it. Any questions you have about the form, I will answer. Any questions? Betty said, Six is a little young to be getting fucked! I replied, This study is for a major university. They are paying the bills, so they call the shots. I looked at Ken and said, Think of it this way, where else could you and I be paid to fuck preteen aged girls? Life could not be better than this. Comments and Suggestions are always welcome: [email protected]

They Finally Told the Truth to Me. By JSR Inc, MF, Mf This story really began long before my wife died. She passed away at age 48. She developed a fast acting cancer, and was dead within 6 weeks of it being detected. I, our son, his estranged wife, and our two grand children were devastated. I had been very lucky with my investments, and was able to retire a year after she died. It helped that we also had a large insurance policy on her. While I am not rich, I can live comfortably on what I have coming in each month. My son had moved 500 miles away, due to his job. He was making a decent living. He was able to pay the monthly bills. However, Janice, my grand daughter, was born shortly after they moved, and when Elsie, my daughter in law, got out of the hospital, she filed for and received a legal separation. Not a divorce, but as close to it as you can get. It made her free to do as she wanted, and John could say nothing about it. But neither one was free to remarry. They so share custody of Bill, their son, who was 3 years older than Janice. Toni and I were devastated, but there was nothing that we could do about it. When Janice was three years old, we started going and picking her and Bill up and bringing them back to our home for two weeks each summer. This continued until Janice was 9. At that time, we started bringing them down one at a time, so we could spend more time with each one of them. This worked out very well, and we became even closer to the grand kids that we had been. Both of them looked forward to coming down each year. After Toni was buried, Else ask, Do you still want the kids to come down this summer? I answered, Yes, I want to keep as much of a normal life as I have had. She would want me to still take the kids. She only tolerated them, because I wanted them down. She loved them dearly, but she was never good around children, even when Clint was small, our only arguments were about how she treated him. She felt that children were just small adults and should do as she said, regardless of what they wanted. Just before she and the kids left for home, she palmed me a note. I just put it into my pocket, and forgot about it. Clint left with them, as they had all come down together, they split the cost of the trip, and made it easier on both of them. It is remarkable to me that they get along so well, but can't live together. Anyway, the next day I was getting ready to do the laundry, and I found the note in my pocket. I opened it and it read, Dad, this time when you come up to get Bill, instead of staying with Clint, please come and stay with us. Let me know for sure, and when you are going to cum (her spelling, not mine). It was signed, With all my love, Elsie. This really surprised me, in that in all the other years since they had split up, she had never invited us to stay with her and the kids. Not knowing what to say, I called Clint and ask him if he knew what she was up to. He said, I don't know she has said nothing to me about it. I then ask him, If I do, will you get upset? You know I love her like a daughter, but you are my son, and you come first. His answer was, I say do it. We will never find out what she is up to if you don't. I said, That's what I thought also, but I wanted to know how you felt about. That means that I will not see you on that trip, but I will let you know what happens. Two weeks before I was to go to pick up Bill, I called Elsie. I said, I think I will take you up on your offer, and spend two days with you before Bill and I leave to come back here. Is there something that you have in mind? Or is it just being part of the family again? She answered, Actually it is both, but I will tell you about it when you get here. Thank you for being so willing. I said, Elsie, you know I have always tried to treat you like the daughter I never had. To me, you and Clint were made for each other, and I have never understood what happened. She just said, Things change. I have to go now, Janice is having a fit. Bye, Love you. then she hung up the phone. I then called Clint, and told him word for word what Elsie had said. He said, I am not sure what is going on, but if there is a problem with Janice or Bill, she has not said anything to me, and she usually does, as I do most of the discipline. Well, I guess we will know in a couple of weeks. With Bill here, I may not be able to call you, but I will let you know as soon as I can, after I see what is going on. On the appointed morning, I got up early so I could be on the road about dawn. I would stop after an hour or so, for breakfast. I always like to start early, so that it is not to late when I get where I am going. About 5pm, I stopped for gas, and I called Elsie, and said that I was going to find a place to eat, and after I had eaten, I would be there in about another hour. She ask, If you drive straight through after you get you gas, what time would you get here? I thought for minute, and said, It would probably take me an hour to an hour and a half from now. Why? She said, Do that, and I will have a nice dinner waiting when you get here. The kids are getting worried that you will not get here until after they are in bed asleep. I answered, I guess I can do that, it's been a long time since I ate one of your meals. The gas pump shut off about that time, and I said, Look for me shortly. I will be on my way in about a minute. Love you. I hung up the payphone and paid for the gas, and was out the door in about 30 seconds. I arrived at their home about an hour and 10 minutes later. Both Bill and Janice were waiting outside when I arrived. They practically drug me into the house. Once inside, Elsie came over and gave me a big kiss on the lips, something she had never done before. I did not say anything, but I enjoyed it greatly. I might say at this time, that Elsie was several pounds overweight, and had been since I had known her. Clint always did like them a little heavy. However she had a very beautiful face, and a very good personality. She had me sit at the head of the table, with the kids on either side, and her facing me. Several times while we ate, she would lean over and I could see that she was not wearing a bra, and the top three buttons on her blouse were not fastened. I had never seen her that casually dressed. After the meal, she had the kids do the dishes, and she and I went into the living room. I sat on the couch, and she sat down beside me. She said, After the kids go to bed, I want to have a talk with you. She then laid her head on my shoulder, and said, Thanks, Dad for coming to stay with us this time. I really appreciate it. I looked at her and smiled and said, You are my favorite daughter in law, and I am glad to make you happy. She giggled and said, I am your only daughter in law, silly. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and said, Well you don't have any competition there. About that time the kids came in and Janice jumped onto my lap and Bill sat beside me. I felt really great, three of my four most favorite people treating me like I was somebody special. Janice had just had her 11th birthday a couple months ago, and Bill would be having his 14th birthday in another 3 months. Elsie, was 32. After a while, Elsie told Bill to go take his shower, and then go to bed. He said What about Janice? Elsie said, She is going to use the shower in my bedroom, and then she is going to bed also. Oh Poo, said Janice, but she got up and went to take her shower. Bill did like wise, but since his bedroom was also downstairs, he gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and hugged me and said, Good night grandpa. Elsie said, Stay here, I am going to check on Janice, and I will be right back. A few minutes later, she came out of her room, wearing a shear nightgown. The light in her bed room made it appear that she had nothing on. She came back to the couch and sat beside me. A few minutes later, Janice came out totally nude. Elsie said, What have I told you about coming out of the bathroom with nothing on? Her answer was, But mom, I wanted to show grandpa something. She then walked over to me and took my hands and put them on her little nipples, and said, Grandpa, I want you to see and feel, my tits are growing. Someday I will have big ones like mom. With that she rubbed her nipples with my hands, and I could feel some puffy growth, barely enough to feel. I said, Sweetie, they feel very nice, but do you think you should be showing them to and letting me feel them? She said, Yes and when I start growing hair on my pussy, I want you to see that too. Elsie, grabbed her arm and pulled her away and said, Enough, get to bed NOW, and swatted her little behind. Janice started to cry, and I said, Don't cry like a baby, she did not hit you that hard. Please do as your mother told you. I will see you in the morning. Elsie said, I will be in to check on you, after I check on Bill. She then went down stairs. Five minutes later, she came back up and checked on Janice. Then she laid on the couch with her head in my lap. She said, Bill wanted to pack his stuff tonight, and I told him that he had all day tomorrow to do that. Janice is still upset that she could not let you play with her nipples My cock was starting to get hard, and I felt her move her head, as it was resting on my cock. I said, You said something about you had something to talk to me about, care to share it now? Elsie said, I am going to tell you a story. Please do not say anything until after I have finished. Then we can discuss what I have said. Is that all right with you? I answered, If that is what you want, ok go ahead, I will not say anything until you tell me you are finished. She said, You have always wondered why Clint and I parted. It was because of you and his mother. Now I am not saying either of you did anything directly to cause the break up. In fact you really had nothing to do with it. I started to say something, but she shook her head no, before she continued. Clint told me that when he was a young teenager, while you were working night, Toni started teaching him about sex, with practical demonstrations. He told me that eventually Toni got pregnant. He wanted her to keep the kid, but she was afraid that you would leave her if she did, so she got you to take her to the hospital, for a 'routine cleaning'. He was very upset that she did that, but he could not say anything without letting you know that it was his kid. I then told him that I thought that it would be best then if I had your kid, kind of like he fucked your wife and knocked her up, and you would fuck his wife and knock me up. He did not like that idea at all saying that it would not be fair to his mom. I ask him, why not and he said you did not know about it, and she would have to tell him. When we moved away, I told him that until I had your baby, we were through. He did not like that but we decided that if we just got a legal separation, that someday, we could get back together again. I still want to have your baby. And if I do, I will get back with Clint. Now you can say what you think of me, as a slut, or what ever, I will take what you say to heart. I said, That is quite a confession. However it has some holes in it. First of all, I knew that Toni was going to teach him with hands on experience. We had discussed that several times, so it is not shocking to me. She never told me about it, but I knew it was being done. Second, she had 3 more abortions after his. I know as I took her back to the hospital for the same 'routine cleaning' three times after that, and even though I never let her know, I knew that she had those 4 abortions, and I know at least 3 of the fathers, now that I know who the first one belonged to. I do not blame him, or her, for that one, but the other three, hurt me deeply. I paused for a few seconds, and Elsie started to say something, and shook my head no, and then continued. The other three, were the result of our one time talk about swinging. We agreed that we would do it, but it had to be together. That is, she could not go get laid whenever she want to, nor could I, but that we would be together when it happened. She brought a friend over one evening, with her boyfriend. She told me before hand that they were primed and ready for some fun and games. We had a nice meal, and then went to the pool (we had one at that time). I took off my clothing in front of them and jumped into the pool, the guy did also, and shortly Toni did the same. Her friend who was primed and ready jumped in in her bra and panties. Her boyfriend got her bra off of her, but could not get her panties off. He then took Toni to the shallow end of the pool, she put her arms on the side of the pool, and opened her legs. He then moved up to her and started fucking her in the pool. A while later we all went back into the house, and he and Toni climbed into our bed to fuck. I was in the living room trying to talk the 'friend' into fucking me. I ask her that knowing that she was ask to come to a swinging event, why she came if she had no intention for going through with it? Her answer was I thought she was joking. I then sat on the couch next to her, and put my arm around her, and tried to play with her tits. She got up took her clothing and said 'when he get through fucking your wife, tell him I am in the car.' I went into the bedroom, took my clothing off, and said. I guess we will have to both take her at once. Toni told me to get out of the bedroom and let her fuck him. I then said, After that, she started going out with the 'girls' once a week. Something that she had never done before, and I knew she was seeing some guy. One night I got home from work about 15 minutes early and I saw a good friends truck in the driveway, but there were no lights on in the living room. I entered the house and saw that the bedroom door was shut, so I turned the living room lights on and then the TV. When they heard the TV, they knew I was home. The next thing I saw was my 'friend' with his clothing in his hand heading out the door. A minute or so later, Toni came out of the bedroom with just her bathrobe on. When she sat down she said, 'please don't be mad, it just sort of happened. He came over to see you and I was in my bathrobe and you know what a slick tong he has. He had me in the bedroom before I knew what was happening. I just ask her one question. I ask her 'Did you enjoy it?' She said, 'we just got started, so nothing really happened.' however I could see his cum running down her leg. We got by this incident, but she continued to find guys, no matter what shift I worked. I felt that it was partly my fault, so I stayed with her. Now you can say what you want. With that she stood up, took my hand and said, lets go make a baby, and it will not be aborted. In the bedroom, as she was undressing me, I ask, Are you sure that this is what you want? Her answer was, Dad, I was never more sure in my life. It will be doing to Clint, what he did to you, and it should heal the problems between us. I pulled her nightgown off of her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Her magnificent tits looked as good as I had ever imagined. I said, Once you get on the bed, there will be no turning back. She then backed up to the bed, sat down and rolled into the center of it and laid with her legs open and her hands inviting me to come to her. I laid on the bed next to her, and started french kissing her, using a lot of tongue. After a few minutes, I started kissing her neck and shoulders. Then I proceeded down her chest, stopping to kiss and tease each nipple. I lightly bit the nipples and pulled them out until they pulled out of my teeth. Then I did it again. After a few of these, I continued kissing down her stomach, and when my head got to her hips, I put one knee on each side of her, and it put my cock very close to her mouth. She said, You need to move your cock, it is trying to get into my mouth. I answered, That is exactly where it is suppose to go. I want you to give me a blow job while I work down here on you. No, she said. I said, When you got on the bed, you gave me dominion over you, and you will give me a blow job. I can't, she said, I don't know how. I replied, Just lick it like a lolly pop, and then take it into your mouth and keep licking it all over. You will then lightly suck on it. When I cum, you will swallow it. She said, I will try. I said jokingly, There is no try, there is only do or do not. She said, Now you sound just like your son. I replied, No, he sounds like me. Then I started sucking on her clit. It was still hiding behind it's hood, but with my tongue licking it and a little suction on it, it finally started to come out of hiding, and she had her first orgasm of the night. I continued playing with her clit until she had two more orgasms, then I started licking inside of her slit, from her clit to her vaginal opening. I began to think that she might bite my cock off, she was putting a lot of teeth pressure on it when she came. I finally told her that I was going to cum, and for her to be ready to swallow all the cum, and if any escaped her mouth, she was to lick it up and swallow it as well. My cock never softened up. So I now turned around and then had her get on her knees, with her head down resting on her arms. I then started fucking her dogie style. I entered her slowly, so that she could adjust to me, and then started increasing my speed, until my balls were slapping her on her clit every time I hit bottom. Since she had just emptied my balls, I was able to keep stroking her for about 10 minutes, before I hit bottom and stayed there. About half a second after I hit bottom, I shot one of the biggest loads I have ever had. She squealed with delight, feeling my cum force its way into her womb. We laid there with my cock blocking the sperm in her, until my cock slowly retracted to its normal size, and popped out of her pussy. She pulled me close, and said, If you wake up during the night, I want you to fuck me again even if I am asleep. Just force it into me and make sure I get another load in me. I am sure that we will make a baby tonight as it is my most fertile time. She then said good night, and turned the light out. I awoke a couple of hours later, and had a hard on. I rolled her over onto her back, and got between her legs, and shoved my cock into her pussy as hard and fast as I could. I knew it was hard because I needed to pee, but I thought I might as well take advantage of the situation. After fucking her for about 20 minutes, I did get to the point where my system changed its mind, and I blew another load into her. I then went to the bathroom and spent half an hour before I could pee. In the morning, I was awaken by the kids. Elsie had sent them in to get me up for breakfast. They both wanted to know where she had slept, and she said, the couch was just to hard for grandpa, so he slept in my bed. She never really answered their question, but they thought she had. Elsie was wearing the same nightgown that she had worn the night before. Evidently she wore it often around the kids, as they did not seem to think it strange that their mom was almost naked in front of them and me. Knowing I would be there all day, they went out to play. Bill was told that he had to pack after lunch, as we would be leaving early in the morning. After they went out, I ask Elsie about the nightgown, and she said, Most of the time, I never put anything on until after they leave for school. They see me nude a lot, and I hope that you will also. Now I think that we should have another go at making that baby before they get back. It was almost an exact repeat of last night, except that she took my cock into her mouth without saying anything, and did a better job this time. After we were finished we both showered together, and played with, and washed each other. More fun than I have had in a long time. That evening Janice, did a repeat of the previous evening, in that she came out nude to make sure that I could see that her tits were getting bigger. We put the kids to bed early, so that Bill would be fresh for the morning, and we spent another evening fucking. In the morning, we let Janice sleep, while Bill and I loaded the car. Once we were ready to go, we went back inside to say good by to Elsie, and she and Janice were both standing nude waiting for us to hug them goodby. Both of them made sure that I felt their tits rubbing against me. The drive home was uneventful. For two weeks Bill and I had a great time, swimming, fishing and just hanging out. Bill never complained. He was always up for whatever I had planned for the day. Elsie called once to talk to Bill, and Janice had to talk to me. All she wanted to talk about was how her tits were growing and how she wanted me to see them as they grew. When I took Bill home, I dropped him off at home, and told Elsie that I had to talk to Clint before I took Janice back with me. I then headed to Clint's place. When I got to Clint's place, he was chomping at the bit, wanting to know why Elsie suddenly invited me to stay with her. I said, Let me relax for a few minutes, and I will let you know. I need a drink, do you have any JB on hand? He said, You know I keep some just for you, then he brought me about 3 fingers of it, which I downed in one swallow. Once I had relaxed a short time, I pulled a tape recorder out of my pocket, and said, She did not know that I recorded this, but it will explain exactly what she wanted. I then turned the tape on for us to listen to. I ask him not to ask questions, until we had heard the whole thing. Once the tape stopped, Clint was red in the face, and sweating. I ask him if he knew that I had known that he was fucking his mom, and he said, No, I did not know that you knew, and I also did not know that you knew that she aborted the baby. Did you know about the other three abortions, I ask? No, he answered. One more question, I said, Is it true that you two split up because you would not let her have my kid? He answered, Yes, because I knew mom would find out about it sooner or later, and blame me for everything. I said, As you heard on the tape, I knew about you and your mom, in fact I encouraged for her to teach you. If you had been a girl, I would have been the one teaching you. You are not just making that up, to make me feel better, he ask? I said, No it is the truth. Where do we go from here, he ask? I said, After you get off of work tomorrow, meet me at her house, and the three of us will talk about where we go from here. In the mean time, you think of where you think this should go, as will I. In the morning, Clint left for work, and I headed to Elsie's. By the time I got there, the kids were at the swimming pool next door. I could hear them yelling with their friends. Elsie opened the door dress in a casual house dress. When she saw it was me, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside and kissed me. As she was kissing me, I unbuttoned her dress, and was not surprised that she was nude underneath. Her dress was dropped to the floor, and she led me to her bedroom. She got on the bed in the dogie position and said, Get your clothing off and fuck me please. I was more than happy to accommodate her. Once I had my cock fully inside of her, she said. Please make my tits happy, pinch, and pull them until the hurt. I want to cum when you do and that will help. Being the type that tries to accommodate, I grabbed both nipples and pinched them very hard, and pulled on them like they were the reigns of a horse. I pulled and pinched and after her nipples were raw, I grabbed hold of her tit flesh and started squeezing as hard as I could. She was having an orgasm every few seconds. When I told her I was ready to cum, she said, Keep squeezing my tits, like you are, but even harder. I must have squirted at least 8 times into her womb. We collapsed onto the bed, and laid there until my cock slipped out of her. She then turned around and started giving me a blow job, saying, One more time, before the kids get home. This time we got into the missionary position, so I could kiss her and again mall her tits, while she played with my balls. It had been so long since I had my balls played with, that I came immediately, but she would not let me stop there, she kept pulling me tight into her, and with her playing with my balls, I came again three or four more times. Once I was out of her, she laid there with a smirk on her face, and I ask her, What are you so happy about? Her answer was, I did a home pregnancy test last night and congratulations, you will be a father again in about 9 months. I then ask, Does that mean that you and Clint will be getting back together? She said, I guess that it will be up to him. I said, He is coming here after work today. I told him last night what was happening, so you can tell him your news, in front of me, and we will see what happens. We both got into the shower, and played with and washed each other. We dried each other as well, and I said, I don't know to many men get to fuck and clean up their daughter in laws. She said, I hope we can do it more in the future, with Clint's approval, and maybe the two of you can make a sandwich out of me now and then. I ask her, Do you like being fucked in the ass? She said, I have never done it, but with the two of you, I will do anything. I want both of you to be very happy, and sexually satisfied. Shortly the kids came home for lunch, and I told Janice that she should get her things packed, as we would be leaving in the morning. She and Elsie disappeared into her room, and a little while later emerged with her suitcase ready to go. I had her put it in the car, and then for the afternoon the 4 of us played board games, waiting until Clint arrived after work. Elsie had supper almost ready, when Clint arrived. He ask if he could use her shower, and said that he had brought clean clothing to put on after he cleaned up. She said, By the time you get showered and dressed, supper should be on the table. After we had finished supper, the kids were put to cleaning up the table and kitchen. Clint told Elsie, We need to talk, in your room with the door closed. The kids should not hear this conversation. Dad, will you keep the kids occupied while we talk? I said, Sure, take your time. I smiled a little thinking that they might end the conversation with his cock buried inside of her pussy. When they finished their talk it was about time for the kids to go to bed. Clint kissed them good night, and told Janice to have a good time with grandpa. He then left to go home. Once the kids were in bed, Elsie said, Dad, why did you tape our first conversation? I answered, I did not know just what you wanted, and since Clint was not privy to it, I felt I needed some backup for what might transpire. If it offended you, I am sorry, but I think it helped me explaining things to Clint. Elsie said, No I am not offended. In fact I agree it was a very good idea. It made our conversation tonight go a lot smoother that I had imagined. Very good, I said, and just what was the conversation, and the outcome? Apparently, you did not tell him that we had fucked. He was very surprised when I told him I was pregnant with your baby. He was a little upset at first, but when I told him that he was welcome back as my husband, and bed mate, he settled down somewhat. While he was fuming, I removed my clothing and started stripping him. Once he realized what was going on, he ask, You really want me to fuck you now? I told him Yes, what better way of saying it was ok to get pregnant by your father, and I do intend to fuck him again in the future. Hopefully with you either present and/or with your consent. She continued, By the time you are ready to bring Janice home, we should be in a larger place, together. I also told him that you would be sleeping with me again tonight, and he said I guess it is ok now. I know that mom cannot be hurt by it. Early the next morning, Janice and I were on the road home. After the long drive, we ate at a restaurant, then went home. Shortly after we got home, a thunderstorm came up. I Put Janice to bed, in the spare bedroom, and went to bed. I normally sleep with an old bathing suit when the kids are here, but nude when they are not. This night I was tired, and forgot to put the bathing suit on. About midnight there was a very loud crash of thunder. It woke me up, but I rapidly went back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, Janice was in bed with me, snuggled up to me and was nude. She woke up as I was trying to get out of bed. She smiled at me and said, Good morning, Grandpa. I answered, Good morning, and just what do you think you are doing in my bed, without any clothing on? She said, I was afraid of the thunderstorm, and came in here for protection. I did not stop to put my panties on, and I notice that you did not have anything on either. I said, Young Lady, it is not proper for you to be nude in front of a man, meaning me, your dad, and your brother. I know you are proud of your body, but it is not proper for you to show yourself to everyone. I don't show it to everyone, she said, I only show it to mom, dad, brother and you. Mom and dad seem to think it is ok for me to do so. I replied, I guess that if you parents let you do it, I guess I will have to accept it. I do like seeing you, but I want you to be very selective as to who does see you, like this. Now, put your bathing suit on, and after breakfast, you can go to the pool with the other kids. I fixed breakfast, and Janice appeared with just her bottoms on, and I said, Where is your top? She said, I don't need one yet. I answered, Yes you do, now put it on, or you do not go to the pool. She said, Ok but I still do not need one yet. She then went and put it on. The first week she was with me, we spared like that almost every day, and whenever she would wake up at night, she would crawl naked into bed with me, then cuddle up to me. On Monday of the second week, Elsie called and ask if I could keep Janice another week. She explained that she would be moving, and it would be better if there was one less kid trying to help. I said, No problem, but I do have a question. Janice wants to be nude all the time in the house, and to sleep with me nude at night. She said that you allow her to do that at home. It is a constant battle, so I thought that I might see what you have to say. Elsie said, Right now, I would say to indulge her. It won't be long before she will want to be doing it with boys her own age, then she will leave you alone, as an 'old fogy'. Also we will talk about it when she gets home. Is that satisfactory? I answered, I guess that will work, for now. Another week with Janice nude and sleeping with me was driving me crazy. It was all I could do not to fuck her. Near the end of the week, she started playing with my cock. I tied not to cum, but it was useless. The little mink didn't realize how close to being raped she was. The first time I spurted cum, she ask what that was and I told her that it is what makes babies when injected into a woman's pussy. She thought about it for a second and ask how such a large thing could be put into her little pussy. I told her that she was to little yet, but that in the near future, her body would change, and then it will allow a man's cock to slide into her. I also told her that she should be asking these questions of her mother, and not her grandfather. Her answer was, She always tells me to talk to you when I want to know something about my or my brothers bodies. I answered, I will talk to her and see what she says about it, when we take you home. Ok she answered. It was about 8pm when I finally got Janice home. It was the same house that Elsie and Clint had lived in before the separation, which surprised me. I ask about how it came about, and was told, When we have our talk tomorrow, you will know everything, but not tonight. The kids will be spending a couple of days with my mother, and we will be able to talk without interruption. I had a good nights sleep. I did not have to worry about Janice, with her mom and dad there. It was not that I did not appreciate her, but one not yet fully into puberty, could get me in a lot of trouble, especially since she was my granddaughter. After a good nights sleep, I felt better. Elsie's mom picked the kids up and took them for the day. Once they were gone, Clint and Elsie were ready to talk to me. Clint said, Most of this I think you know, but at the time, I did not know that you knew, and there fore did not say anything, because Mom told me that you would be quite upset if you knew. I loved mom very much and tried not to say anything that would upset her. Not that I don't love you the same way, but you never put pressure on me to keep something secret. Anyway this whole mess started on my 14th birthday. If you remember, you were working evenings, and it was a Saturday. We had my party at lunch time, before you went to work. About dark, mom put on some music, and started dancing. I was a little upset, as she had turned off my movie, but as she danced, she started stripping. By the time the song was over, she was nude in front of me for the first time, but not for the last time. She said, that I should never tell you that she was teaching me, as she would be using the hands on, and demonstration method, which you would never approve. Once I had confirmed that I would not tell you, she said that if you ever said anything about sex to me, I was to play dumb and let you 'teach' me. Again after I had greed, she said that this lesson was dancing, and that she would be nude, so that I could see her bodies reaction to the dancing. I could feel her nipples getting hard as we danced, and she seemed to get short of breath. She then started kissing me on the mouth and then showed me how to french kiss. Now her breathing was getting very rapid, and she said that it was enough for tonight. He continued, A couple of days later, I came home from school and she was laid out on the couch. She told me to take off my school clothing and come to her with nothing on. This day, she had me sit in your chair, and she got between my legs and gave me a blow job, my first. She said that I should hold off as long as I could, but when I did cum, I was to unload it all in her mouth. That amazed me that she would swallow my cum, but she said it was quite tasty. The next thing she taught me, he said, Was to make her cum, by just playing with her nipples and clit. I complained that she was getting all the enjoyment out of this, and she said that by learning how to pleasure her, it would make what I wanted, much better, and that we would get to it in due time. She was always stressing that I should never tell you about it, saying that you would not approve. But from the conversation you had with Elsie, I understand that she was lying to me, so that she could control me. Once we finally got to me fucking her, she seemed to be happier that I had seen her in a while. I guess I was doing a good job. But again she stressed that no one especially dad was to know what was going on between us. He paused for a short time, then continued. When I was 15, mom confided in me that I had gotten her pregnant. I ask what dad would say, and she said that he will never find out, that she had a plan to take care of that problem. I ask her what about me, it is my kid also? She said that I was to young to worry about a kid, and to leave it to her. A couple of weeks later, you took her for a 'routine cleaning', which was really an abortion. I was shook up, but she assured me that you did not know it was anything but a routine thing women went through now and then. I interjected at this point, I knew at the time it was an abortion, but did not say anything, I was just wondering who the father had been. I knew she was fucking someone, but did not know who. Clint then said, Shortly after that, you went back on to second shift, and your friend Ken stopped by one evening to see you, and when he found that you were at work, mom sent me to my room, and I heard her say, 'now we can do what you ask me about a few weeks ago.' I then heard the sliding door to your room close. For the next month, once a week Ken would stop by and they would disappear into your room. Then I heard mom tell you that she needed to go in for another 'cleaning' session. I guess that Ken got her pregnant as well. After that he only came around when he knew you were home. Not long after that, mom took a night and went 'out with the girls' and again a few weeks later, you again had to take her for 'cleaning' session. I don't know who the father was this time, but as you know, she opted to have her tubes tied at the same time, thus she would not have to worry about getting pregnant again. All this time, she was still fucking me at least once a week, and did until I moved out of the house. She never forgave me for doing that, but I needed some space, and wanted a place where I could bring a girlfriend home with out problems. I noted that you never said anything for or against the idea, so I assumed that you approved. At this point, I interjected, I had no problem with you moving out. You were about the same age that I was when I got my own place. For a while your mom started letting me fuck her again, because she was lonesome, I think. Clint said, When I went to mom and told her that Elsie and I were going to get married, she had a fit. She brought up all kinds of objections, none of which were valid. Elsie then said, Once when we were alone, she told me that it would never last, and that he would leave me high and dry. I answered her with, if that happens, it will be because of you. He continued, As you know mom was almost civil to Elsie after we were married, and when Bill was born, she fawned over him when you were around, but if you were not there, she would hardly look at him. When we found out that Elsie was pregnant with Janice, I started looking for a better job, and found it here. We bought the house before we moved. Just before we moved, mom came to us and gave her ultimatum, either we split up, or she was going to charge me with rape, and incest. We put our heads together, and told her that after we moved, and the baby was born, we would split up. We got a copy of a friends legal separation papers (which was on onion skin paper), figured out what we had to change to make it look real, then typed a new one, with an onion skin carbon copy. We had our friend sign it and it looked very real. That is what you and mom saw. We then got separate places and lived as single people so that mom would never find out. As we got together several times a year, we devised a plan that if you were to pass on, we would just move back together and let her try to do what she said. However, if she went first, we would first of all let Elsie get pregnant by you, to make up for me getting mom pregnant. Then we would move back together as a family again. So what you are telling me is that the past 11 years have been a lie, because of your mom? If you had called her bluff, she would have backed down in an instant, because she knew I would never let her pull that off, I said. Elsie said, Yes you would have helped us, but we did not know that you knew Clint was fucking his mom, and she had us convinced that she would carry through with her threats. I love you as much or more than my own father. I certainly would not have given myself to him to impregnate, like I did you, and I would do it a gain with you if I felt it necessary. I said, Elsie, I love you like the daughter I have never had. I just hope that Clint understands what happened between us. Clint said, Dad, I was the one who talked her into it. And I am happy to say that we will all be better off now that everything is out in the open. Not quite, I said, There is still the matter of your daughter wanting to be nude around me all the time, and even sleeping in my bed nude. You know I love her to death, but she can drive me to distraction, and I might just forget how old she is some night. Then what will she say, and how would you ever forgive me? Elsie said, Blame me for that. When she ask why I let you sleep with me, I said, so I can have his baby. She said, that she wanted to have your baby also, and if she was to sleep nude in your bed, could she have a baby. I said no, you are not old enough to have a baby. She said, then I will sleep with him until I am. I can only guess that, that is why she is doing it. You know how willful she can be. I answered, What do I do now? Continued??? 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The bartender peered out the darkened window next to him, reacting to the headlights coming down the long path to the compound. He smiled when he saw the small Acura pull into it's assigned slot. Only members of the club had assigned parking spaces, and Andrew Miller was more than a regular customer, he was a part of the place. Reggie remembered the first time the young man had come into the club with his father and grandfather. It wasn't uncommon for regular customers to introduce their sons to the girls in the club in order to make them into men. Most regulars would become members after a while, gaining access to a separate part of the house, and a slightly more 'select' menu to choose from. The burly man wiped out a pint glass, pulling fresh beer from the tap and set it in front of the corner stool to his right. Five seconds later he saw the door swing open and a young gentleman walk through the door. Drew Miller was an enigma in his time, always dressed impeccibly, cordial, nice, honorable, and above all, good to everyone who worked at the Ranch. After Drew's first time, Reggie had expected he'd seen the last of the young man. Four years later, on his eighteenth birthday, he'd come through the door and re-introduced himself to Alanah, the manager. Since that day, every friday and sometimes saturday would find him either in the members area, or relaxing with a drink in at the bar with Reggie. "Evening Reginald, how are you tonight?" "Excellent young sir. May I inquire after your own family?" Drew smiled and sat down and looked around. "Don't drink alone Reg, care to join me?" Reggie smiled, "Not tonight young sir, but thanks. I believe you have something scheduled for tonight that will allow you some company though..." He let the sentence trail off for effect. Alanah had informed him that Mr. Miller would be involved tonight with something special. Drew raised his eyebrows and drawled in his native Texan twang, "Whaddya mean Reg? I just came in for a few beers.." A hand rested lightly on his right shoulder, causing him to turn to face Alanah. "If you'll come with me sir?" Drew shrugged, winked at Reggie, and took his beer. He and Alanah walked past the end of the bar and up the stairs to the right. The carpets were thick, and the furnishings done well, without being tacky. Along the long hallway were many sitting areas for clients and girls to get comfortable before adjourning to rooms spaced evenly along the way. Drew admired the gentle sway to Alanah's stride, purposeful and seductive at the same time. Her long blonde hair fell in cascading sheets of gold behind her, moving in counterpoint to the rhythm of her swaying hips. She stopped in front of the member's area, punched in a keycode and opened the door for him. "Your room has been prepared and your companion will be joining you shortly, Mr. Miller. We hope that you will be pleased at our presumption, but we always try to keep the clients happy" she finished with a devilish smile, mostly succeeding at sounding businesslike. Alanah had been one of the girls until the former manager found out she had a masters in business and put her in charge. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, smiling at her. "You'll always be my first Alanah..." he said as he stroked a strand of her hair. He walked through the door, hearing it shut behind him. The area was mostly quiet with the doors open except for the last one on the right, his own. He wanted to get away for the long fourth of july weekend, so he decided to stay the whole time at the Ranch. He drank down most of the beer before opening the door, his prior experiences lately had prepared him for anything. Opening the door, he saw that his bed was in it's place in the middle of the room and candles had been placed in open spaces around the room, on shelves, bookcases, and tables. The effect was soothing and beautiful. There were no windows in the room, but several small pictures and drawings complemented the color and decor of the room. He put the glass down on the bedside table and turned to look at the cd collection on the desk next to the bed. Being a member of the club had it's perks - good music, good liquor, and great women. He didn't have long to wait as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway, stopping in front of his door, accompanied by a soft knock. He went to the door, and opened it saying, "Come on in..." His smile widened as he beheld a beautiful dark-haired asian woman staring back at him. She was dressed in an emerald green teddy, her long straight black hair framing her face. She had straight cut bangs, gold earrings, and wore high heels, making her taller than the average asian woman. "Must be new" he thought to himself as he smiled at the dark beauty smiling back at him. "May I come in?" she asked in a sultry husky voice, her hand moved up to her shapely hip. "Please" he said as he stood aside, allowing her room. She crossed into the room, leaving him to close the door. "What's your name darlin?" he said as he shut the door, locking it. "My name is Kiko, and to answer your next question, yes, I am new. I have heard quite a bit about you Mr. Andrew Miller, and wanted to meet you very badly." Her smile turned devilish as she inhaled deeply, causing her already large chest to become even more pronounced. "Is that right" he said charmingly. "Mmmmm yes, that is right" she purred as she lay down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Drew kicked off his boots and lay down next to her, observing the fact that she was very curvy for an asian woman. She had large creamy breasts, wide hips and a small waist, "And it's all for me...." he thought as she moved closer, putting her free hand on his chest. They lay facing one another, each with a hand propping their head up from the bed, the other hand beginning to explore. She reached around his neck and pulled him in for a deep wet kiss. He drowned in the sweet taste of her soft supple red lips as she rolled him over onto his back, sliding on top of him. Her breasts mashed together as he brought his hands up to her lower back, her legs straddling to either side of his hips. She drew his lips apart with her tongue, darting and playing with his tongue and lips as her hands undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off him slowly. His bare chest was lightly hairy, his pectoral muscles flexing as he moved his arms out of the sleeves. She sat up and undid the back of the teddy, revealing a dark green bra and panties barely encasing her luscious flesh. The bra was lacy, her wide nipples already erect poking out of the material. A satisfied grin crossed his face as he watched her breasts sway from side to side. Putting her hands down on his chest, she pushed her breasts together, eyeing him. "You like my big tits baby?" she asked in an innocent school girl voice that he found decidely erotic. He licked his lips in anticipation and she moved her arms back and forth, mashing her boobs together. The motion of her arms had inched both breasts slightly upwards until her nipples began to poke over the top of the low cups. Her smile was dazzling as she reached behind her to unhook the bra. Before she could unhook the clasp, the fabric stretched enough to allow one creamy breast and then the other pop out of the fabric. She pulled the bra off and tossed it on the floor, cupping her fleshy globes with her hands, her nipples stiffening even more. He ran a hand from her soft hip up her side, causing her to shudder. Her hand moved over his, pushing it up into her firm, warm breast. He ran his finger around her dark areola, coming close to, but not touching her nipple. Her breath hitched each time he came close to it, sighing in a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. As his one hand massaged the warm flesh contained within it, Drew reached up with his other hand to compliment her other perfect breast. Teasing her for a minute or two, he ran his thumbs finally across her nipples, eliciting a loud gasp from her. She reacted by pushing his hands across her nipples again, grinding her now moist crotch into his jeans. "Oh god baby, you are getting me so hot! Are you always this much of a tease??" He chuckled, grasping her nipples and pulling on them saying, "Always at first, always at first..." Her hips continued to buck, a look of frustration crossing her aroused face. "Too many clothes in the way" she muttered moving off his legs and to his side. She pulled the buckle open and opened his pants, reaching in for his thick penis. As she moved his boxers down, it sprang out on it's own, slapping down onto his stomach. She grinned wickedly, her eyes riveted to the fleshy monster as she grabbed jeans and underwear, pulling them over his hips. He rose his hips off the bed while flexing the muscles in his groin, sending blood into his cock causing it to swell and expand. "Mmmmm, so it IS true!" she gasped as his long penis filled with blood and began to harden. Already stretching to his belly button, it began to widen as it filled with blood. Drew smiled as his rapidly hardening cock was surrounded by her hands and groaned deeply as his member rubbed against the soft flesh of her breasts. They were large, round, soft, and as she stuck his cock between them, warm. "No implants here!" he thought to himself as she pushed her warm flesh all around his hard cock. The head stuck out of the top as she began to move up and down on it. She sucked the head into her mouth and rubbed her chest up and down the length as sweat began to collect around his cock. Her tits got slippery with sweat and saliva, increasing the friction and pushing him closer to the edge. She bobbed her head down each time his tool slid between her tits, catching the end with her tongue, licking it like a lollipop. A boiling began in his nuts as he realized that this incredible woman was about to give him the fastest orgasm of his life. His stuttered warning was met by her releasing her tits and cramming most of his whole 10 inch cock down her throat. As her full lips passed over the head and began their decent to his balls, he blew his load. Arching his back shoved his meat down her throat to the hilt, her lips resting in his pubic hair. He felt the sperm boiling out of his cock and down her throat, the muscles in her throat pulsing as she simulated swallowing. Her head continued to bob up and down on his deflating cock, sucking every last drop of semen from his body. She made sounds of delight as her mouth milked him dry. At last she raised her head, and licked her smiling lips, a devilish glint lighting her eyes. "It IS you then..." she whispered. "Huh?" he grunted. He was having trouble focusing on Kiko and what she was saying. He had been with most of the women in the club, but this woman had made him come in record time and harder than he had ever remembered. His whole body felt weak as she sat up on her knees, her firm breasts standing out before her. "How the fuck did you drop me down your throat like that? Why am I so fuzzy? Jesus, I feel like I am going to pass out." He weakly tried to reach a hand up to stroke her breast, but she caught his hand and pushed it behind him. He felt something cold and metallic wrap around his wrist, right before he heard the click of the handcuff securing his right arm to the headboard. Before he could move, she reached over for his other limp arm and shackled the other to the other corner of the bed. As he struggled lamely with his hands, she pinned his legs down and tied them to the end of the bed, leaving him spread eagle. "What's your ultimate fantasy?" she whispered as she straddled his hips, the silk of her panties sliding against his limp cock. "Being tied up!" he answered a little too quickly in a thick slur. She leaned down and planted a deep wet kiss on his lips, sending an erotic electric shock rushing through his body as her lips left his. His eyes opened wide as she leaned back, cupping her full breasts and playing with them. He began to get nervous as she said, "No...that's not it..." He was feeling fuzzy, but he was damn sure he was not going to tell her what his ultimate fantasy was. He was distracted from thinking by strange rushes of heat pulsing through his body. Her grin turned wicked as she rubbed her warm, firm breasts on his hairy musclular chest. "Not telling?" She licked her lips, tasting his seed on them. "Well then, we'll just have to figure it out then, eh??" She responded by putting a nipple in his mouth. He began to suck on it and was rewarded as a trickle of sweet warm liquid splashed into his mouth. He pulled back, "Is that breast milk??" He felt weird and aroused at the same time. She smiled sweetly, saying, "It's mother's milk yes, but it's a special kind. I don't have a kid, nor am I pregnant." He thought he heard a whispered, "Yet", but as fuzzy as he was feeling, he wasn't sure. She groped her tit, squeezing it, sending another warm rush of liquid into his mouth. He drank it greedily, feeling it slide down the back of his throat and down into his stomach, setting his body on fire as it passed. She let him fill his mouth twice from each breast before sitting up. His chest grew hot as she squeezed her big tits together, causing fluid to rush from her nipples onto his skin. He could feel the wetness of her moist panties as she carelessly reached down and ripped them from her ass, smearing her hot cunt juice all over his now, throbbing hot cock. There was dark and lusty look in her eyes as she rubbed the warm breast milk into his skin with her strong hands. His nipples began to burn in a kinky erotic way, like someone had poured hot wax on them. She ran her fingers over his nipples, pinching them roughly as they got hard and erect. Drew had never remembered his nipples being quite so long or sensitive, but was even more surprised as Kiko pulled on them, they seemed to rise off his chest. As she pulled more, he felt the muscles in his chest soften and firm in different ways. He closed his eyes focusing on the erotic feelings now burning in his nipples, warm rushes of pleasure crashing along his body in waves. As she stopped pulling, and began to caress his skin, he opened his eyes to see a pair of very large breasts where his chest used to be. He pulled on the handcuffs shackling his hands to the headboard. "What the hell are you doing??" he shouted in a voice that was higher than his own. Kiko ignored him as he tried to thrash back and forth, his hands and feet held fast to the bed. She moved down his body, grasping his now rigid cock. "Where the hell did I get tits?" he thought as Kiko wrapped her hands around his cock, sliding them up and down his slippery shaft. Her stroking his cock caused his thoughts to rush to the center of pleasure, his rockhard penis. It seemed that with each heartbeat, it would swell even further until the skin felt like it was burning. The whole length of his cock was turgid and purple, slick with her juices, the head an angry mushroom cap that swelled angrily as the blood rushed into it. Her left hand continued to stroke his long cock, while her right hand moved his balls on either side of the huge shaft. She began to run one long fingernail up and down along the the base of his shaft, a strange tingling following the path of her finger. The tingling turned to an icy kind of burn as she began sliding her finger up and down from the base, harder with each pass. He felt his balls contract and fire as the skin at the base of his cock between his balls separated and Kiko's finger penetrated the base of his cock, bringing with it the most powerful orgasmic rush he had ever felt. "Oh jesus yes! Oh MY GOD!!!" squealed a high pitched feminine voice. "Who the hell was that" he thought momentarily as Kiko slid her fingers into his body, sperm shooting out of the purple head of his cock all over his tits and chin. It was sticky and sweet and it cooled his burning skin momentarily. As the waves of orgasm began to subside, he opened his eyes. Kiko had slid her fingers out of his body and sat on the bed licking them. She grinned as she reached down with her other hand to her crotch and slowly stroked herself. Drew laid there amazed as a stubby cock sprang from her bush. He watched in facination as it grew wider and longer. Kiko laid back on the bed and stroked her 9 inch cock as she slid her fingers into an opening in the base of her cock. "JESUS, you got both!!" a voice moaned. "JESUS! What have you done to me?" Drew wailed as he realized the high pitched voice was his own, and that his cock was getting hard just watching this exotic asian hermaphrodite get herself off in front of him. He fought against the handcuffs as she rolled over and licked her lips. She climbed between his legs, putting one hand next him on the bed. The other hand was fumbling around at her crotch when he felt something warm and fleshy bump against the base of his cock. She lowered her body till her breasts mashed against his own. She leaned in and whispered, "Here I come baby..." as the head of her cock slid along the opening of his pussy. His back arched at the pleasure that burst from his crotch. He had a warm, wet pussy, and this big titted woman was slowly sliding her big, fat, juicy, warm, pulsating cock into it. He grew lightheaded from the rush of erotic pleasure emanating from his cunt. He rose higher and higher as she inched it slowly all the way into his pussy. "You like that Annie? You like Kiko's big fat cock in your pussy, don't you baby? Mmmm hmmmm, you sure are tight, but I am going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow." She pulled back until just the head was inside him, and slid right back in to the hilt. Come began leaking from his own huge cock, splashing his belly button. She pulled out and pushed back in a bit faster, picking up the pace. His whole body on fire, every nerve was concentrated on his crotch and the big cock sliding in and out of his soaking wet pussy. "Oh god, fuck me Kiko, slam your big dick in my pussy baby!" he moaned as his own breasts began to rock back and forth in time with Kiko's firm tits. Kiko stopped briefly to untie his legs, pulling them up onto her shoulders. He could feel her rock hard nipples on the backs of his knees as she began slamming into him deeper and deeper. He moaned incessantly as her thrusts became harder and faster, his own cock erupting in huge ropy jets of come all over his tits. Kiko threw his legs open and pounded into his pussy with hard brutal strokes, each one sending a jet of semen shooting from his own dick over his tits and face. She thrust a final time into him, sending molten lava into his body, setting every nerve aflame. His orgasm turned from a rushing jet shooting from his penis, to an internal explosion that started from his groin and radiated outwards. He screamed a high pitched wail of ecstacy as his body arched in response to the orgasm flooding his body. Normally it was a rush from every direction inside his body and out through his cock. "This must be what women feel.." he thought through the orgasmic energy that flooded his body. Kiko's movements became slower and slower as her cock withered and spilled out of Drew's pussy. She collapsed ontop of him, their mingled breasts slick with sweat, milk, and semen. With a last vestige of energy, Kiko leaned up, grabbed the small key from the table drawer, unlocked his hands and collapsed back onto him. He felt the world rush away from him as he passed out. His last thought was how different he felt in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Chapter 2. Reality began to creep its way into his consciousness as he stretched in bed. He vaguely remembered the night before and decided it had to have been a dream until he ran a small hand over his large breasts. Groaning, he heard the shower going, and a female voice humming softly. "Kiko?" he said in a decidedly feminine voice. "Get in the shower babe, and get clean. Then i'll explain..." she called from inside the standup shower. He pushed the last of the fogginess from his brain and pulled the sheet down. Where a fairly muscular legs should have been, there was a shapely hairless pair. The only thing that wasn't womanly about them was the fact that a flacid penis was between the lovely legs. Well manicured hands ran along them, making their way around the bottom of the hardening penis. He felt along the base of his cock and sure enough, he felt the outer labia of a vagina, his scrotum on either side of the opening. Taking a deep breath in caused his large breasts to display prominently in front of him, the pearly white skin capped by thick pink nipples. Drew/Annie inched to the side of the bed, his tits jiggling with every movement. Standing up, they jutted out proudly, standing up on their own with just a hint of sag from the full weight of them. Just looking at them was making his cock stir and his pussy moisten. He shook his head, feeling long hair on his back. "Figures" he thought. He walked into the bathroom, pointedly ignoring the mirror, and stood in front of the toilet. He let loose a torrent of urine, his bladder feeling better by the minute. As he sighed a high pitched sigh, he stole a look in the mirror. A beautiful red-haired woman stared back at him, a look of confusion on her face. He shook his penis and flushed, moving closer to the mirror. Looking into the mirror he saw a woman with long waves of red hair trailing down her back, almost to her shapely round ass. She turned from side to side, displaying creamy white breasts, and a red patch of hair at her crotch, surrounding the only thing that was male, his penis. Long slim legs led down to dainty feet that turned around, displaying a firm full ass. Annie giggled, then chuckled even louder at the high pitch. "Am I Drew? Am I Annie?" Drew/Annie wondered. "Kiko?" "Yeah babe..." "Is this permanent?" "Depends..." "On what?" "On what you want. Do you want to be Drew, or do you want to be Annie? Before you answer, let me offer you this. Be Annie for the weekend, and decide on Sunday night." "Wow...This is so weird." "Heh, yeah. I know what you mean. It makes it easier if you think of yourself as a woman, trust me." Kiko opened the door to the glass shower and beckoned Annie to join her inside. Annie looked at Kiko's lush curves, glistening with the water and suds. Annie opened her mouth to ask a question, but Kiko silenced her with a kiss. Kiko hugged her tightly, their large breasts making it impossible to touch with most of their bodies, but Annie felt her own stiff penis brush against Kiko's hardened cock. The touch sent another erotic shock through her body as her hands played across Kiko's ass, their tongues lazily making circles in their intertwined mouths. As Annie explored Kiko's mouth with her tongue and her ass with her hands, she began to understand why Kiko suggested thinking as a woman. It made more sense, feeling and looking so much like a woman. She made up her mind to be Annie for the next few days. Kiko broke off the kiss and pushed Annie's head under the shower. Kiko put shampoo in her hands and gently worked it into her long red hair. Her fingers massaged the shampoo into Annie's scalp as she worked the shampoo into every inch of her hair. Annie relaxed, letting the warm water rush over her head, taking the shampoo, sweat, come, and milk from her skin. Opening her eyes, she looked at Kiko. She was the most amazingly beautiful woman she had ever seen, and she had done something that could not be possible. Growing up, Drew had always played with himself and as he grew older, realized that his ass was really sensitive. He thought he might have been gay until one day at a comic shop. His ultimate fantasy had caught his attention when he was 15 and had read his first japanese erotic comic. It was a story about an exaggerated hermaphrodite, or the slang term, a DickGirl. It was about a woman with exaggerated features, including a foot long dick the size of a lead pipe. His fantasy was never that extreme, but the thought of being with a woman with a penis had always intrigued him. He had looked at pictures of naked men, but it had never done anything for him. He had even found some transvestites with breasts, but no luck there either. It was the combination of lush womanhood, combined with a thick long cock that got him off everytime in the shower. He was and always would be, a Tit man. Tit fucking and pussy licking were his two favorite past times, but he had always enjoyed playing with the few women in the club who liked to use toys. His ass had always been sensitive to dildo's, but the only time the thought of it turned him on was when a girl was at the end of it, not a guy. He had never considered what it would be like to BE the dickgirl, he simply wanted to be with a woman who had a nice long penis, and have her screw his ass with it. Kiko had obviously taken his fantasy one step further. She pushed her long wavy red hair back and moved from under the water. Kiko took her place and began lathering up her own hair. Annie looked from at her brilliant green eyes, to her long nippled breasts, to the dark hair surrounding her long hard cock. Not only was her ultimate fantasy right in front of her, she WAS Annie's ultimate fantasy. She grabbed the soap and worked up some lather in her hands, applying it to Kiko's large breasts, running her hands around, under and over the darker woman's chest, up around her neck and down her sides. As she pulled her out from under the water, she soaped her hands up and ran them up and down her back and over her ass. She kissed Kiko softly, running her hands around on Kiko's chest, their breasts mingling and getting soapy together. Annie ran her hand down around Kiko's hip, sliding her soapy hand down the length of her cock and bringing it back up again. The deep moan from Kiko told Annie that the slow movements up and down her cock were appreciated. "Oh Annie..." Kiko whispered as Annie moved her back into the water, rinsing the soap from her shoulders, the bubbles washing over her breasts, stomach, and cock. Annie turned around and used the soap on her hands to lather up her ass. Using one hand to hold her cheeks apart, she ran her fingers down over her puckered anus. Shooting a lusty gaze over her shoulder at Kiko, she cooed as she slid a finger slowling into her own asshole. Kiko grabbed her own penis and began to stroke it, the head getting redder by the minute. Slipping a second finger inside herself, she felt the muscles around her asshole loosen slightly. As she worked her fingers in and out of herself, she let go of her cheek, and grabbed her dick. The combination of fingering her ass and jacking off had been one of Drew's favorite shower techniques. As Annie however, the combination took on another level as she felt her pussy begin to leak lubrication as the folds of her labia began to swell. "Oh my god..., stick it in me right now Kik...oh my god Ssssssssssssssssssssss" she hissed through her teeth as she began to feel an itch at the base of her dick. She closed her eyes and began to plunge her fingers deeper in her ass and pick up the pace of her hand over her cock. She felt a tongue on her cunt lips, licking up and down, pausing to push itself inside her as it became too much and she began to spurt semen all over the glass door. Her head spun as her cock began to empty itself, Kiko catching her as she went limp. "Pretty intense, eh babe?" Annie could only nod, the orgasm shooting out of her and spreading throughout her whole body at the same time. "God that was hot..." Kiko growled, her big tits shaking as she pounded her cock for all it was worth. Instantly hot herself, Annie grabbed Kiko's hand to stop her. "Don't waste it..." she murmured as she struggled to stand. She leaned her body against the wall and bent over slightly, offering Kiko a better view of her goodies. "Get it slick in my cunt, and then pound my asshole. I need it Kiko..." Annie reached back and spread her labia apart, Kiko's rock hard cock entering her brutally a moment later. "UNGH!!! Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" Annie growled, goading Kiko on. "Faster babe, light my fire...Mmmmm hot hard cock!" Kiko had grabbed her by the hips and was slamming her cock into Annie's pussy with abandon. Looking back over her shoulder, Annie could see the devilish grin on Kiko's face as she slowed down and pulled her cock out. Annie reached back and held her cheeks apart, affording Kiko with easy access to her ass. Taking a deep breath to relax, Annie expected Kiko to pummel into her. The touch, when it came, was gentle and teasing. She ran her cock over Annie's asshole until it unfolded like a flower. Annie's own cunt juice fairly dripped from Kiko's dick as she rubbed it around on the outside of her ass. Pushing gently, Kiko slowly guided her cock into Annie's asshole, the head popping in suddenly to Annie's delight. "Ooooooooo that feels good. Push it in slowly babe..." Kiko suited actions to words, pushing in an inch, pulling out an inch, pushing in two inches, pulling out an inch, pushing in two more, and so on. The heat that began as an itch in her bowels was fanned to a flame by the time Annie felt Kiko's balls resting next to her own. Incapable of speech from the overpowering erotic rush, she moved her hips back and forth goading Kiko to finally pick up speed and depth. Kiko's hard cock began to plunge in and out of Annie's sensitive asshole, causing the redhead to scream at the top of her lungs. Come began erupting from Annie's cock as Kiko grabbed Annie by the hips and continued barreling in and out of her tender ass. "Gonna fuck your ass good Annie, Kiko's gonna fuck you good" she began chanting. "Fuck me fuck me, ohohOHHHHOOOOOOOOOOH YEAH BABY....Fuck my ass good, I need it, I want it...Gooooooood....Come in my ass baby, come in my tender ass..." Plunging to the hilt of Annie's ass, Kiko began to match Annie's wailing as she unleased a torrent of come into her ass. Her own pussy was swollen and red, fluid dripping from it as she ravaged Annie's ass through her own orgasm. She continued, slowing in pace until her semi soft penis slipped from Annie's butt. Annie fell to her knees, panting. Every inch of her body was on fire with sensitivity. She could feel the copious amounts of come dripping from her swollen red anus. Tightening suddenly, her asshole closed, and she rolled over to sit down. Standing over her was Kiko in all her glory, a brilliant smile on her face. Hands on hips, wet black hair plastered to her skull and shoulders, her tanned skin glistened with the water from the shower. She winked suddenly, "You need to do that to me sometime, but not right now. Lets get you rinsed off so we can talk." She reached down and easily lifted Annie right off her feet. Pushing the red head under the shower, she soaped her up once more, being careful of her ass, and cleaned her up. She rinsed off herself and turned off the shower. Holding out a robe for Annie, she put one on herself as the younger woman laced hers up. Arms around each other, the pair made there way from the bathroom. Kiko lead her to the bed, pushing her into a lying position with little difficulty. Annie's breathing was still fairly ragged, but she was getting it under control. Strangely enough, her ass was a bit sore, but it wasn't torn up like she had expected. Kiko had been lifting her off her feet for the last several strokes, sending her to an orgasm the likes of which she had never known. She had plastered the walls with her come, but it was the feminine orgasm that had rocked her body. She could feel the juices from her pussy keeping it slick and hot, her cock beginning to stir once more even in her exhausted state. Kiko was using the phone while all these thoughts passed through Annie's addled brain. She turned and smiled at Annie saying, "Be right back. Close your eyes for a few." Not having the strength to resist, Annie closed her eyes and floated for a while. Hearing the door close, she cracked open an eye. Kiko stood there with a tray in one hand, locking the door once more. The smells emanating from the tray pushed Annie into a semi-upright position, her elbows propping her up to see what Kiko had. "Lay down now, I'm going to feed you." Annie pulled a few pillows behind her, smiling at the breakfast foods arrayed on the tray. Kiko pulled a few grapes from the sprig, popping one in Annie's mouth before eating one herself. "What happened last night should not be possible, I will start with that. You were born with a gift that is very rare, and very special." Kiko picked up a ripe strawberry and fed it to the reclining redhead. Juice threatened to run down Annie's cheek until Kiko bent and licked it up. As Annie chewed and snuggled further into the bed, Kiko continued. "There have never been very many of us, so to find a new one is pretty rare. We try to keep our ears into off beat places, mostly stuff having to do with transvestites and hermaphrodites. Actually I got lucky with this place. One of the girls is a friend of mine from way back and was letting me stay here. I was going to head back home when I asked her if there were any male patrons who really enjoyed the girls with strapon's more than most. She dropped your name immediately as not only one of the one's who most requested it, but one of the most popular patrons..." She let the last statement hang in the air as she munched on a strawberry herself. Annie looked confused. "Me? I admit I really enjoy being here, I almost feel at home here, but one of the most popular patrons?" Kiko smiled, spearing a piece of melon. She fed it to Annie as she said, "Yeah, Alannah really spoke highly of you, and most of the girls would save themselves from the general floor until you came and chose." "Wait, Alannah is your friend?" Kiko simply smiled. "Wow, what a first she was..." Annie said dreamily. Kiko chuckled. "She was my first too as kids." Annie's jaw dropped. "You're a GUY???" Kiko put down the bowl of fruit, drinking from a glass of orange juice. She smiled and stood up, letting her robe fall till it was exposing her torso, but covering her waist. Her tanned skin shone in the lamplight, her eyes becoming lustful. "Do I look like a man?" she queried, throwing her shoulders back so her large breasts stood out. Annie's crotch was hard instantly. Before she could answer, Kiko dropped her robe completely, revealing her long thick rod, purple veins showing on the sides. She spread her legs and Annie could see her balls move to the side and her labia begin to swell as it filled with blood. She closed her eyes and Annie blinked several times as she sat up. Kiko seemed to be shimmering, standing before her. Before her eyes, Kiko's chest got smaller to the point of flatness, her nipples shrunk, her penis got shorter and the curves that had been so prevalent before were gone. Before her stood a fairly skinny, somewhat graying, smiling japanese man. He bowed formally from the waist and said, "My name is Kaneko Tanaka, it's nice to meet you Drew." Annie's world swam before her eyes as she laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. Everything was spinning too fast for her to realize what was going on. He felt Kiko/Kaneko move the tray of food off the bed and after a few minutes, she opened her eyes. Standing at the end of the bed was the person she had known as Kiko, robed once more. The kindly smile was understanding. "You know what I am feeling right now, don't you?" Annie asked. He smiled, nodding. "Yes, I do. 'Oh my god, I just slept with another guy!!!' or something to that effect, yes?" Annie nodded. "Think about it again for a moment. 10 minutes ago, you were about to jump all over me, yes?" Annie nodded again, somewhat dazed. "You've never been faces with being with a man before because that was something you never wanted to explore, yes?" Annie nodded. "I'm not really gay, am I?" He chuckled, "No, lets just say you have no real sexual preference anymore. Do you want to try an experiment?" Annie paused momentarily, "Will it be any weirder than anything else you have done to me?" She giggled as she finished. He smiled. "No, it's well within your ability. I want you to close your eyes, and take several deep breaths." Annie breathed in and out, loosening her robe as she warmed up. "Now, I want you to concentrate on Annie, but I want you to concentrate on what Annie would be like as a whole woman, not as you are now." She cracked open one eye, he chuckled. "Here, trust me, and hold my hand" She took it and held it, it was warm and reassuring. She breathed in and out and pictured what she had seen in the mirror, except without the penis and scrotum. As she breathed more slowly, she felt a tingling in her groin. He squeezed her hand in reassurance and she continued. She felt several muscles retracting and other things moving around inside her. She waited a few heartbeats longer before opening her eyes. She sat up and pulled open her robe, letting out a squeal. "Holy Shit!" Her vagina was a work of art with a light dusting of red hair in a triangle shape over pouty red lips. She reached her fingers down, brushing along the outside, sending an erotic jolt through her system. "Ooooh that is a LOT more sensitive" she whispered sexily. She looked over at him, and he looked totally different. "What did you change?" she said in confusion, wondering why he looked more handsome. Kaneka smiled, "Nothing, your perspective changed to suit your body type. As you get more experienced with controlling your body, you will be able to change your perspective as well." He sat down on the end of the bed, his gaze lingering on her ripe breasts. "Now that you are thinking from a different perspective, what do think is good in a man, what turns you on? Before it was Kiko. Who is the fully male counterpart to your fully female?" Annie moved up the bed and spread her robe open, licking her finger. "Oooo, this is different alright. Mmmm" she cooed as her fingers found the opening of her labia and she spread them. "I want a big man...a big, broadshouldered, muscled football player type of guy..." she purred as she began to stroke a finger in and out of her sensitive vagina. As she spoke, Kaneka began to blur and change. "Go on..." he urged. Her long tongue flicked out over her nipple as she pushed her left breast toward her mouth. "Nice tight abs, big pecs, arms strong enough to lift me up with no problem. And Black...Oooooh, I want a big strong black man with a nice thick cock. Mmmm Hmmmmm, oooh you are lookin fine now baby..." One hand was now thumbing her clit with abandon as her fingers worked themselves in and out of her cunt. Before her was a bald, muscled, young black stud with a cock the size of a lead pipe. His hands flexed open and closed as he stopped blurring and gazed down on the sexy buxom sexkitten on the bed. He reached for her and picked her up easily. He laid himself down on the bed and turned her around like she weighed nothing, settling her pussy on his outstretched toungue. She gasped, shouting, "Ooooh lick my cunt. Lick my fucking cunt...yessssss...." She grinded her crotch down onto his lips and tongue until she noticed the 10 inch black rod in front of her. She licked her lips as she lowered herself towards it, reaching out and taking hold of it with one hand. Her fingers didn't even wrap themselves all the way around it. "Mmmm big fat beefy cock, and it's alllll ooohhhh, right there baby..." she gasped as he ran his tongue over her clit over and over. "It's all for me...." she wailed as he shoved a thick finger roughly into her cunt. She bathed the head of his cock with her tongue and full lips, running her tongue up and down the shaft for a few minutes. She could feel his fingers and tongue bringing her quickly to climax. As she rose higher and higher, she loosened her throat muscles more and more, somehow taking his massive cock into her mouth and down her throat. Having a throatful of hot black cock in her, as well as his amazingly talented tongue brought her over the edge. She screamed around his dick as her legs clamped around his ears. Momentarily dizzy by the feelings exploding from her crotch, and her need for breath caused her to fall off his cock and onto her side. Her skin tingled and buzzed as she felt herself moved over onto her back. She looked up in a daze to see him moving around and inside her legs. She felt the head of his huge dick at the opening to her pussy, her legs opened further on their own behalf. "Stick it in me baby" she heard herself say. She could not believe how hot she was for this big black cock to be in her, but she began rocking her hips to move his meat inside her. "Give it! Don't be nice, slam that shit into me now!" "OOOHHHHHHH" she screamed as he chuckled, throwing his hips forward. She felt pierced all the way to her throat it was so big. She thought that she might rip something for being so brutal, but her muscles seemed to relax until he was inside her, and then tighten around him to make the fit snug and tight. She felt her own juices flood around his cock and spill out onto his balls as he grabbed an ankle in each hand and speared her cunt rapidly with his throbbing cock. "Oh baby, don't stop!" she screamed as he slammed into her from different angles, the head of his cock pushing her cervix back until it was simply bumping it. "God I love dick...I love your hot black dick fuckin my pussy....OoooOOhhh Yeah! More more mmmmmm" The walls of her cunt were sizzling with the friction of his thick bumpy shaft. He pushed her legs back further and put more of his weight into each stroke, his cock pistoning into her with wild abandon. She moaned loudly, trying to spread her legs more to take more of him inside her. She grabbed her nipples and started tugging on them, sending jolts of erotic tingling through her body. Her clit was being hit less from the position he was in kneeling before her, so she pulled him down by his neck, her tongue finding it's way into his mouth. Thier full lips mashed and sucked together while their tongues danced around one another. His shift in position caused her to gasp, "Oh my god, don't stop..." before she jammed her tongue down her throat. His long cock dragged along her clit, driving her mad. She ground her hips into his generating even more pleasure for her on her cervix and for him in the depth he plunged into her. His thrusts became more urgent as her orgasm began, the peak of their collective orgasm elliciting a primal scream from both of their throats. The slap from their skin connecting continued quickly until their orgasms spent themselves and his soft prick slid out of her, juices spilling out all over the bed. He rolled onto his side, threw an arm around her, and fell asleep 2 seconds after her. Chapter The two of them were having lunch as Kiko and Annie with Alannah, reminiscing about old times growing up as well as the time that Annie had spent as a patron. They had finshed off most of the food and the wine before all of them sat back satisfied. Alannah poured herself another glass and sat in the easy chair, watching the two of them lounge on the bed. Alannah had known Kiko/Kaneka since childhood, but had never believed any of this was possible. Seeing the large black stud turn into Kaneka and then Kiko had convinced her that there was something here that was beyond all comprehension. After Kiko had explained that the two of them were different and that they had a gift for service, Alannah had gotten an idea. "Annie.." she said softly. Annie smiled and said little, her gaze one of contentment, but she looked at Alannah to tell her she had heard her. "Kiko said that you both had gifts to help people with fantasies, and things like that, right?" Annie nodded, not understanding much more than the fact that Kiko said that her body would respond accordingly when the gift was needed. She felt a slight stirring in her groin as Alannah sat up. "Would you help me with a customer? It was a pretty unique request and I hate to disappoint him, and seeing Kaneka when I came in...." Annie's pussy was changing somehow, with her doing anything. "Whoa...Kiko, what's happenening?" Kiko smiled at Alannah. "Well, I think your body is already saying yes" she smiled at Annie, resting her hand on her shoulder. "What does it feel like" she said, motioning to Alannah to be quiet for a moment. Annie closed her eyes, 'feeling' what was changing. Her cervix had moved WAY back and the walls of her pussy had moved quite a bit apart. She began describing the changes in her pussy when she felt her ass widen, and her breasts grow. She looked down over her enlarged chest and watched as her legs got longer. Kiko moved off the bed and walked to the closet. "Alannah, help her up, will you?" She opened the closet as Alannah took Annie's now large hand. Annie stood with some difficulty, noting that she was a LOT taller. She looked into the mirror and saw an absolute amazon. She must have towered over 6.5 feet, her breasts were the size of watermelons and her hips flared out obscenely. She let the small robe fall from her shoulders and turned to the side to admire the changes. Her ass was rounded and flush and giggled when she moved her hips. Her waist was wasp thin, "Good for grabbing" she chuckled to herself. She looked at Alannah, who's jaw had dropped. She opened and closed it like a gaping fish until Kiko came and closed it for her. "Let me guess" she said softly. "You've got a large man who none of the girls can take, and...." she paused as she went behind Annie and spanked her ass, making it jiggle. He looked at the expression on Annie's face, and saw domination. Her grin was one of satisfaction as Annie hefted her enormous tits and let them drop. "Got someone huge who wants a dom, eh Alannah?" Alannah smiled and simply nodded. The new Annie said, "Give me the phone and dial his number..." She could feel herself getting wet at the prospect already, warming quickly to her role. Alannah was astonished to find herself instantly obeying the tone in her voice, dialing the number from memory. Mr. Jenniford was a longtime client who was into watching women together, mostly because he could only masturbate and watch. His cock was just too big for anyone in the club to take and she knew he was always looking for what Annie had just become. The phone rang twice before a woman picked it up. Alannah spoke into the receiver, "Is Richard Jenniford there please? This is Alannah Dikilner" "One moment please" came the reply. A minute later a warm voice came on the line. "Alannah my dear, how are you?" "Dick, call my cell please." was all she said and hung up. She didn't have to wait long until it buzzed on her hip. "Hi Dick, someone wants to speak with you. Are you alone?" She waited for him to reply with a yes before handing it to Annie. Annie took a deep breath and felt herself drop down several more levels into her role. "Do you know who I am?" The voice on the other end of the line stammered a bit before replying, "No, no I don't." "Is that how you address me, worm?" "Oh Mistress! Please forgive this lowly worm, I beg your forgiveness..." "You are not forgiven, and I will see you here very soon, will I not?" she demanded, looking at Alannah. Alannah screwed up her face in thought, finally mouthing, "thirty minutes, tops" "Oh yes mistress, yes you will" "You will be here in twenty minutes, or I will leave. Go, now!" and she hung up. Annie turned to look at Kiko and Alannah. Find me appropriate garb, a dark room, and all of the tools I will need. Go, Now!" she said as she turned and went into the bathroom. "Kiko!" she called before the woman could leave. "Yes mistress?" Kiko responded, her cock sticking out between the opening of her robe. "Thanks Kiko..." Annie said softly, closing the door. She heard Kiko pelt down the hallway after Alannah. A shower and fifteen minutes later found Annie in the bedroom of the dungeon. It was dark, full of nice little torture toys

Brat Pack Ch3 Life returned to normal(if you wanted to call my life normal) in the following weeks. I was hyperaware of all of Sam's friends whenever they would come over the house. Everyone behaved themselves, but there was so much chemistry floating between me and Candy and Lake that you could almost taste it. All I had to do was close my eyes and I could relive Candy and Lake bobbing up and down on me, learning(and teaching) things that they would never have gotten from the guys who oogled them all the time. I think they appreciated that I loved them mentally as well as physically. Our afterschool coffee sessions were becoming a regular philosophical jaunt. Some of their other friends would come with them, but mostly it was just the seven of us - Me, Sam, Candy, Lake, Christy, Kitty, and Amanda. Thoughts of the rest of Sam's friends floated in the back of my mind as the year turned. Sam came to me to let me know who was next. Her friend Amanda's birthday was in a few weeks, and she wanted to give her a surprise party at the house. At first, I thought she would come on to me slightly as she did when she told me it was Lake's turn, but there was a hesitancy to her demeanor that put me on guard. "Sam, what's up?" "It's Amanda, Dunk. Her birthday is coming up and she's really nervous all of a sudden." "Weren't Candy and Lake when it was there turn?" I was trying not to sound pompous or arrogant. I was genuinely concerned. "Not like this Dunk, there's something wrong. She and Bobby just broke up and she won't tell any of us what happened." She hesitated, and I think I read her mind. "Go easy, Go slow..." I said, smiling slightly. She beamed at me and just hugged me. All lustful thoughts of her and me together flew away in the closeness I felt in that hug. It was times like these that made losing my family a little less painful because there was someone still here loving me. "I love you peanut..." I whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She just hugged me harder and kissed my cheek. The night of the party approached, and Lake and Candy came over to help me set up the place. Kitty and Sam were at a movie with Amanda, and Christy was picking up some last minute things at the store. I had hoped to catch a quick kiss or fondle here or there, but I wasn't going to make the first move. Both of them were undressing me with their eyes, but their hands stayed off me. I guess they were serious about taking turns. Wouldn't have minded jumping into bed with both of them at once, but it just wasn't in the cards. The phone rang once, cutting off midring. That was Sam's signal that they were leaving the movie. We had about 15 minutes until they got here. Christy walked in a few seconds after the call. "I heard the ring, was that Sam?" she inquired. I just nodded, rushing to put everything out on the table. Christy ran into the kitchen and dumped the bags in front of Candy, who pulled out the steaks and other things I would be cooking for dinner. I put the last of the snacks out, hearing giggling in the kitchen. Before I could go in and ask what they were doing, Candy bolted from the kitchen, grinning wickedly at me as she ran up the stairs. I almost got a crick in my neck watching her chest heave with each step. I closed my eyes and shook my head, turning back to the kitchen. Lake stood there in the doorway to the kitchen smiling, shaking her head at me. Christy came out with a platter of veggies and dip. As she bent over at the waist to put them on the table, I drank in her form. She was taller than the rest, probably around 5'10" or so. Her firey red hair was almost always tied back in a braid behind her head. She was the only one of them that was not a cheerleader, built for volleyball all the way. She had long shapely legs that went up and made an amazing ass out of themselves. Tonight she was in a pair of skintight jeans and I swear I could see her muscles flex underneath the fabric as she moved. When she stood up, her ass rippled and she tured her baby-blues on me smiling. Her tee-shirt looked like one I wore 20 years ago, but the word "Bitch!" ran it's way across her perky melons. Her pearly white skin was dusted with freckles, especially across her nose. She knew I was checking her out since I was just standing there like a dope with a hardon and a slack look on my face. She grinned and spanked me across my butt as she passed. "Get back to work, slacker!@" she chuckled as she went back into the kitchen. Visions of Christy's long shapely legs wrapping themselves around my back danced through my head as I went outside to light the bbq. I lit it turning the flame low and closed the cover. I wanted it to char off anything stuck to the grill. I'd leave that for the time being and wait to welcome Amanda. As I stepped through the door, Christy and Lake flanked Candy who was holding a black coat. The three of them were smiling as Lake and Christy walked around Candy and began pulling off my shirt. Not one to ask stupid questions, I just grinned and allowed them to divest me. Clad only in a pair of jeans, my mind raced with what was to come. Lake folded my shirt over one arm, putting a hand on my chest. She gazed up into my eyes as she snaked her free arm around my neck. My thoughts were lustfull as she pulled me down to her ear. "Be careful, she's fragile." she whispered as she lightly kissed my cheek. Christy had an unreadible expression and just nodded. Candy was smiling as she held out the coat and I realized it was my old tux coat that I had worn for the party 5 years ago. I moved towards her, taking her face in my hands, I gave her a soft kiss. She smiled as I turned around, helping me into my coat. We heard the car door close in the drive way, we all raced to the living room. The lights had been turned down as I waited by the front door. Lake, Christy and Candy all waited behind me as we heard keys hit the path and Sam say, "Shit, I dropped my keys." I turned the handle and opened the door, standing in the doorway sketching a cheesy bow. Amanda was directly in front of me. Her mouth was a big O of surprise as I said, "Good Eeeeeeevening Ladies...." in the cheesy voice I had used at Sam's party. Candy, Lake and Christy jumped out from behind me and yelled with Sam and Kitty "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!" I stepped out of the way as the five of them mobbed Amanda with hugs and kisses. She was laughing and crying all at the same time. It was so very sweet to see. I didn't want them standing outside all night, so I waited until they stopped giggling and screaming, and bowed saying "Pleeeeese make yourselves commmforrrrtahbul..." "Thanks Jeeves!" "Thanks Jeeves!" "Yeah! Thanks Jeevies, great spread." Kitty was always one to outdo everyone... Sam and Lake and Christy all thanked me leaving me at the door with Amanda. Her tears were dry, but she positvely glowed. I reached out slowly and took her hand, bringing it toward my lips. I bowed over her hand as I looked up into her dark brown eyes. "Happy Birthday Amanda..." I said softly, brushing her knuckles with my lips. She sighed and smiled at me. "Thanks Dunk, I needed this party more than you know." she smiled, but it was tinged with a bit of sadness. I would make it my mission to find out what that was all about and do my best to fix it. I could see what Sam had been referring to in her eyes. There was some pain there, but right now she was happy. I kept her hand in mine as I closed the door. I pulled her hand over my arm and stuck my nose in the air. "This way, if you puhleeze." She giggled and allowed me to escort her into the living room. We walked in a regal stately march, I hammed it up all the way. My favorite chair was a leather overstuffed number with an ottoman. The stool was pulled up right in front of the chair as I stopped just to the left of the chair, announcing in a BAD british accent, "My Lady Amanda, Countess of Aaaaaaah!". They all looked at me as I had lost my mind, Amanda saying "Aaaa?" inquringly. As soon as she began speaking, I stepped behind her, swept her up into my arms and launched her through the air into the chair. She screamed "AAAaaaaaaaah!!!" as she sailed through the air. She landed with a yelp, her ass right in the middle of the chair. She sat back cackling as I hooked a thumb at her saying "See? Aaaaahhhh!" Kitty fell on the floor snorting as the rest of them erupted in peals of laughter. I turned smartly, whipping out the tails behind me, heading towards the patio. I closed the screen behind me as I went outside, and opened the grill. Smoke billowed up as I took out the tool to scrape off the excess crud. I really should start using the grill more often I thought to myself as I finished and hooked the tool back in it's place hanging underneath. One of the girls had put out a big tupperware container with the marinated steaks in it. I pulled off the top, picked up the long fork, and flipped them over a few times in the marinate. It smelled pretty good as I turned up the grill and dropped them both onto the fire. The flames sizzled for a minute or two, and then died back down to normal. The screen opened behind me, and I knew it was Sam before she could speak. She came up next to me and handed over another plate, this one holding foil wrapped baked potatoes. She leaned up and gave me another kiss on the cheek, and dropped my iced tea on the table next to the grill. As she opened the door to go back inside, I turned around slightly to catch a glimpse of her fine posterior. She paused in the doorway and shook it, grinning at me wickedly. I sighed, mentally damping the thoughts I had running through my head and began humming "They say it's your birthday" over and over. They all came out a few minutes later and set up the porch table. The weather was so nice outside, it seemed a crime to eat inside. The view from the porch down the side of the mountain I lived on was particularly fine tonight. The sun was setting right behind where the girls were putting out the plates and salad and drinks. Kitty and Lake were sitting down already chatting about something, Christy and Candy coming to join them. Once the steaks were done and the potatoes were ready, I pulled one steak off and cut it up into long strips, putting them on the potato plate. I did the same with the other steak and put the potatoes around the outside. I put the platter in the middle of the table, and grabbed the drink that Sam handed me. I remained standing as I held out my glass to Amanda, smiling at her. "To Amanda, our lovely Countess of the evening. May this night be always in your memory." The double meaning was not lost on the group, as Amanda smiled and the others cried "Hear Hear!!" With that we all proceeded to eat and talk and eat and talk and laugh, and eat....well you get the idea. I pretended to be interested in something Sam was talking to Candy about, but I was checking out Amanda in my peripheral vision. She wasn't saying much and was looking at me repeatedly. Everytime I would look away, she would stare at me until I looked back. I could tell she was really nervous about tonight and I wanted to make her more relaxed. I was sitting next to Christy, so I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Meet me in the kitchen in a few." I waited until everyone was done and started clearing the plates. As they all started to get up, I said "Ahem!", mock glaring at them. "Yu vill NOT du my job of der cleaning, thenk yu! SIT!!" They all giggled and I nodded, "Gud!" I winked at Sam and picked up the platter and most of the plates. I opened the door with my toes(yeah, martial arts give you good balance alright) and brought it all into the kitchen. I pretended to bang around for a minute or two, before going back out. I put a sheepish expression on as I asked, "Vill you help me Christy vit someding?" They all rolled their eyes as Christy chuckled, getting up from the table. She picked up a few plates and followed me inside. As soon as we got past their view, I led her into the kitchen. "I wanted to make this quick." I began. She nodded so I went on. "There is something seriously wrong, and she is agitated as hell Chris..." "Yeah, it's worse than before. She still won't tell us what is going on." "What's Bobby like Chris?" I asked, a bad feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. "Typical jock, I am so glad she broke up wit.....Wait a minute, you don't think he..." she gasped. "Yeah, maybe. Look here's how I think we should do this." I started, and told her my plan. I would wait until everyone was done with dessert and find some excuse to get out of the house for a while. I would give Amanda an 'out' so she wouldn't feel as awkward about leaving if she didn't feel up to our night together. Christy said she would update Sam and they'd all talk it out. I told her I would have my cell phone and we went back out to the porch. Amanda was laughing about something, but it seemed a bit forced. I decided that now was as good a time as any. "Hey guys," I began with a tone of sadness. "Gotta run out for a few hours and take care of some stuff for Cendecorp." They were my main client and I had been doing consulting for quite a while. A collective "Awww!", and did I detect a not of disappointment on Amanda's face? Hmmm, I wonder if I WAS right. Needed to see it through so I just nodded. "Take a swim, just don't trash the house Sammie" I said as I walked over to Amanda. She stood, trembling a little. I took her hand again and bowed over it once more. I said "Happy Birthday Princess" and brushed the back of her hand with another featherlight kiss. She was trembling, but she smiled brilliantly at me. Her emotions were in an uproar, and it was time to go. She brought her hand to her mouth as I waved, going through the door. I popped upstairs to change my shirt and slip on some shoes, and went back downstairs. They were all gathered around her on the porch, but she was staring at me through the window. I held up two fingers, and kissed them, blowing her a kiss. She smiled again as I turned and headed out the door. As I sat in my car, I realized I didn't know where to go. The night was so nice, I thought I would take a drive up the coast. I pulled the top down on my mustang, backed out of the driveway full of cars and made my way off into the night. It was almost fully dark, but the temperature was pretty high for California in April. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 6:30pm. I lost myself in the humm of the engine and the lights along the highway, thinking about how lucky I was with all that I had, and what I could do to share some of that with Amanda. I had a bad feeling that Bobby had forced himself on Amanda when she wasn't ready, and I did NOT want to make it worse by attempting something tonight that she was mentally not ready for. I stopped at a gas station, overlooking the Pacific ocean. I filled up the tank and drank in the sea air. I thought I had been gone long enough, so I started back home. The wind had whipped through my hair, pulling all of the care and stress away with it. I turned up the block to my house, and saw when I pulled in the driveway that only Sam's car was there. Feeling a bit disappointed that she had left after all, I pulled the top back up and locked up the car. I went into the house through the garage, expecting to find Sam sitting in the kitchen. I was surprised to see Amanda sitting there by herself, sipping a drink. Her lean gymnast body was taut as a bowstring. When I walked in, she stood up and walked over towards me. Her short china doll haircut framed her pale skin, reddened around her eyes from crying. She looked both pitiful and beautiful at that moment, and I had to stop myself from gathering her up in my arms for comfort. I hooked my keys on the ring by the door, sticking my hands in my pockets and waited for her to speak. She stopped a few paces from me and dropped her gaze. When she spoke, it was just above a whisper. "You were right, he forced me." was all she said. As she tentatively looked at me, I could keep the look of pure rage off of my face. She gasped in fear saying, "No! no... Please. I know what you want to do." I doubt she knew the lengths I wanted to go to pounding this piece of worthless scum into a pulp. I controlled myself with difficulty as she went on, "I want to put it behind me, I want to forget about it. I want...." Seeing her on the verge of losing control once more, I let my rage subside. I slowly walked up to her, putting my hand out tentatively. After a second, she took it and squeezed it hard. "What do you want Princess..." I whispered. "I want...." she began. I tucked one hand under her chin and raised her face to look at me. As I gazed into her eyes, I smiled gently. "Tell me Amanda, what do you want.." It came out in a rush, "I want you show me how a man is supposed to treat a woman....Not...not a whore!" as she collapsed in my arms crying. I gathered her sitting across my lap and sat down cradling her whispering "It's okay, I'm here." over and over into her ear until she stopped sobbing. She turned her face to within inches of mine, her look pleading. "Will you Duncan, please?" I touched her cheek with one hand as I angled slowly in for a kiss. She leaned into me, her lips meeting mine. I could taste the salt from her tears, and vowed to myself to help her find joy... I was in no rush to move, I put one hand behind her neck and simply sat there kissing her, softly and slowly. Her lips were hard at first, but as she relaxed more, her lips grew softer and her kisses grew deeper. She put her hands on my chest and clutched my shirt to her as her tongue slowly opened her lips and our kissing got wetter and longer. We played with the tips of our tongues for a while until her hands slid around my back pulling me closer. Her exploring tongue got more active, at one point I just sucked on it like a small penis. She "Mmmmmmm"ed deep in her throat. Determined to let her set the pace, I shifted her slightly off of my growing member. Picking her up was fairly easy because she was so small. Her eyes were closed as I moved to pull her more onto my thigh and off my penis, but she had other ideas. She shifted her position from across my lap to sitting directly on it. As she sat down, she pulled her legs around my back and put her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her back, one down lower on her back, one up just below her neck. She left some space between our chests, and continued kissing me deeply. She began running her hands through my hair as she slowly but surely pulled in closer. I felt her nipples first, and they were rock hard. What surprised me most was the width of them. Amanda has a gymnast's physique. She is about 5'3", and from the legs that were encircling me, very strong. Her boobs were firm and the nickle width nipples were poking me in the chest like two hard fingers. She brushed them against my chest back and forth several times, her breath catching in her throat with each contact. By now, the steel pipe in my pants was at full attention, but I wasn't going to rush anything, especially with Amanda. Candy had been so active, Lake so aggressive, but Amanda was setting her own pace. I didn't move, except to run up and down her back with my hands, just stimulating the skin, not making any moves whatsoever. Her hips began to move, tentatively at first, but then with more energy. She seemed to be relaxing more and more. She folded her knees under her so they to either side of my hips and started rocking back and forth in earnest. I just sat there enjoying her kisses and the pelvic shuffle she was doing all over my groin. I brushed my hand over her ass, eliciting a strong moan as her eyes shot open. When she didn't pull back, I did it again. Her eyes half closed, giving her that sultry lusty look as she smiled around our dancing tongues. Jamming her tongue in my mouth, she started jerking her hips faster and faster over my jean clad penis. I slid both hands down to the globes of her ass and let her movements direct where I would touch with my fingertips. It must have driven her wild because she broke off the kiss, threw her head back and jammed her pelvis down into my crotch, humping wildly. She moaned loud and incoherently, throwing her head from side to side. She looked DAMN sexy coming like that. If this was the reaction I had from her grinding my panties on my jeans, I couldn't wait to see her come having my monster sheathed inside her. She fell against my chest, breathing heavily. I let her catch her breath, holding her close. As her eyes came back into focus she flashed her pearly whites at me. "Oh Duncan....WOW!" She began giggling madly and only stopped to kiss me again. Again, I let her set the direction and the pace. She had her hands on either side of my head, trying to jam as much of her tongue into my mouth as possible. She rose off her knees, and pushed me onto my back. She sat up and stated undoing the buttons on my shirt, exposing my chest. She licked her lips as she undid the last one an slowly pulled my shirt open. My hands slid around her ass, caressing her globes lightly. The skin on her ass must be really sensitive, because she closed her eyes and moaned again, her hips beginning to move. She grimaced opening her eyes. "Lets get off the floor, my knees are starting to hurt." As she began to get up, I hugged her close around my waist and pushed myself off the floor with my arm that wasn't holding her to me. She giggled as I pulled her in close, locking her legs around my waist. I stood up and sat her down on the counter, kissing her neck, eliciting a sexy Mmmmmmmm. Okay, now I knew I had a tactile woman on my hands. There are many types of women, Candy liked depth, Lake liked it hard and fast. Amanda was one of those women who touch drove them nuts. The sensitivity on the skin could be used to arouse and delight the person, and I planned on using it tonight. I kissed my way down to her collar bone, my hands alternating clutching one ass cheek and then the other. "Ohhh Duncan....this feels so oh oh nice...mmmmmmmmm" she whispered. "You don't have to whisper sweetie," i said into her neck as she tipped her head back, "it's just you and me tonight." "Take me upstairs Duncan, please take me..." she said, lust adding volume to her words. When I didn't immediately move, she pushed me back and dropped off the counter. The skirt that had been riding up over her hips was slightly off, and the look in her eyes was fairly wild at this point. I didn't question her when she grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the kitchen. I had thought to direct her into the living room, but she had other ideas. She moved to the stairs and I came up behind her holding her hand. Seeing her intent was my room, I swept her up in my arms making her squeal and took the stairs two by two. I realized this might have scared her, so when we got to the top, I began to put her down. She clung to me, shaking her head. She whispered, "Don't let go" as she closed her eyes and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, her desparate need gone with her orgasm, she gave me the impression that I needed to slow down again. She kept her arms around my neck as I opened the door to my room and went inside. The room had been changed in the two hours since I had left. My bed had been moved to the center of the room, and the plain wrought iron canopy was draped with silk. Candles were lit all around the room, giving the whole place a romantic cast. I knew this was mostly Sam's work, you could see her signature on everything from the bottle of champagne set on a low table by the fireplace(yeah, I have one in my room) with the couch cushions spread around it in a semi-circle to the placement of the candles and the robes set out on the bed. I normally don't enjoy having scripted sex(I dated a woman once who had a pattern and couldn't come if you broke it - whacko chica!), but I had a feeling that Amanda would feel more at ease knowing what came when and all that. I set her down by the fire and she kneeled down at the low table picking up the two champagne flutes. I kneeled down next to her and picked up the bottle, my eyes never leaving hers. She was trembling slightly, but the smile on her face and the lack of sadness in her eyes told me it was in anticipation, not nerves. The cork popping out of the bottle surprised us both, but she managed to catch most of the initial fizz and I poured out for both of us. I had thought to say something corny, or heartfelt, but as we knelt down facing one another, she put a small hand to my lips. She just smiled and held out her glass. I tinked mine to hers and took a long pull of the champagne. Doing the same, she put her glass on the table, reaching out and taking mine as well. I sat back on my feet and waited for her to make the next move. She turned back with a smile and knelt right in front of me once more. Her movements were hesitant at first, but she pushed the opened shirt off my shoulders, exposing my chest and arms. She drank in the muscled tan skin, lightly dusted with light brown hair. Her small hands moved over my skin, touching very lightly, raising goosebumps as I became supersensitive. I had never been with someone so gentle, and it was getting me aroused. The arousal was slow to build, like a fire lit from within, and stoked slowly to burn hotter. She looked at my face from time to time, but continued running her hands around my body. My dick began to twitch slightly from being ignored, it was almost painful in it's hardness. She glanced down and saw the outline of it through my pants. Her mouth opened with a slight gasp, and her hands moved down my chest, past my stomach right onto my member. Her feather light touch was maddening, making it harder than I thought possible. I shifted slightly, causing tip to poke out of the top of my pants. Fingers still brushing back and forth over it's length, she licked her lips. Leaning into me, she licked first one nipple, than the other. Her warm breath and lazy tongue caused my nipples to stiffen and I hissed a breath between my teeth. My body was on fire and I needed release. She seemed to think of that for as she took my nipple between her teeth and softly bit it, she undid the buttons on my jeans, releasing my throbbing penis. I looked down past her tongue dancing on my nipple to see her small hand fish my prick out of my underwear. I knew she was small, but seeing her hand making it only 3/4 of the way around the width of my cock made me realize just how tiny she was. She jacked it up and down a couple of times, making me moan deeply. I knew it wouldn't be long now thanks to the electricity running through my skin. The head of my member was a deep purple, and it was bloated larger than ever before. I could feel the individual veins as she ran her hand lightly around the shaft turning her wrist so that she could encircle it with each pass. Her other hand reached into my underwear, helping me shift my pants off my hips. I reached down with both hands and pulled them all the way off, her lips never leaving my chest, hand still pumping my rock hard penis. She leaned up suddenly, kissed me deeply with her tongue, and then ran her tongue from my neck down to my crotch. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh" I cried loudly as a shock hit me right in the base of my scrotum. "Ohh aMANda...." She smiled, coming back up to my neck, doing it again, this time getting closer to the base of my member. It was hard, purple and twitching. Instead of coming back up for a third pass, she ran her tongue up the side of my penis, put the head in her mouth for a suck or two, and ran her tongue down the other side to bathe my balls in her saliva. I clutched her shoulders crying, "Com come coming.....ing....uhg nnnnnnngggghhhhhh" her head shot up in surprise as I blasted off. Long hot ropy strings of come shot out and splattered me in the chest. I managed to keep most of it on me and only hit her with a drop or two. I fell back in a partial faint. I had never come so hard in my life from such tenderness and slow love making. I blinked my eyes several times as she smiled at me. She took a rag from somewhere and mopped up the mess on my chest. It seemed like she did have everything in hand, literally:). After she finished cleaning me up, not that I could really move anyway, she stood up in front of the fire. Taking a quick sip from her glass, she took a step closer to the fire and reached up and undid the first three buttons on her white shirt. She slowly reached down and undid the buttons at her wrists, and slid the whole thing over her head, her hair spilling back into place as she let the shirt fall from her hands next to her. The black bra was all sexy lace, and it matched the color of her hair, setting off the mounds of her creamy white breasts perfectly. She crinkled her button nose cooing at me. I grinned happily, feeling my spent member begin to twitch once more. She slid her thumbs inside her black skirt and began to push it down slowly. I could see the tops of her matching black panties as she slowly moved the fabric over her hips. She bent forward, bending down to push it over the swell of her ass, exposing some excellent cleavage. As the skirt finally cleared her ass and fell into a puddle at her feet, I realized that she wasn't wearing panties at all, it was a garterbelt and stockings. Her black bush was exposed, wet and just waiting for the right man to worship it. Standing in front of the fire was Amanda in all of her glory, and I saw the goddess once more. All three girls were so different, but so similar. In ancient religions, the goddess was worshiped in many forms, and had many faces. Seeing Amanda clad in black stockings and lace, her skin glowing, her nipples hard and erect, I knew that I faced the goddess once more. I felt like a priest, worshipping her. As I moved up to kneel in front of her, she put her hands on my head, running her fingers through my hair. The look in her eyes was smouldering lust as she moved my head slowly towards her dripping sex. As my head moved in closer, I could smell her in the air, and it was potent. Not smelly, or dirty, just magical. Her sex oozed a sensuality that I just had to taste. I kissed in the bush above the opening, eliciting a strong moan. The taste of her skin alone was enough to make my prick swell up fully with blood and pulse. I reached my hands around her stocking clad legs, caressing the skin behind her knees. Her breathing was getting heavy as her hands pushed my face down lower. Rather than tease her, I ran my tongue through her slippery folds, flicking my tongue at the end where I thought her clit would be. I was rewarded with a loud "OOOOOHHHH!" I ran my hands up the backs of her legs as my tongue began another pass upward from the base of her lips to the top of her clit. I did this a few times until her moans were constant and my hands were cupping the rounded globes of her ass. I slid my hand under the garter and clutched them as I darted my tongue across her clit. Her hands pushed my face into her pussy as she screamed in ecstacy. She stood there trembling as I ran my tongue lazily up and down the folds of her silky vagina. The lips were slightly swollen now and she was still dripping wet. I ran my hands up her back, slowly pulling her down into my lap, kissing her belly button, the swell between her breasts, her neck, finding her mouth once more. Her tongue darted inside my mouth, tasting her nectar on my lips and cheeks. With my hands under her ass, I slid the lips of her pussy down along my erect penis. Her back arched as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I pulled her up and down along it's hard length, letting her get it all slicked up and feel the veins in the outside of it. Her hips bucked forward when I reached the bottom of my cock, sliding up to the tip, the friction sending sparks through her clit. When she reached the head, she shifted her hips forward once more, placing the purple mushroom cap of my dick at the entrance to her slit. The outside of my cock was bathed in her juice as she began to move painfully slowly down onto my penis. I could feel the head part her lips as her mouth opened and she gasped into my open mouth. I licked around her lips as she uttered small "oh oh oh oh ohmigod, oh oh oh oh ohmyGOD" over and over. At this point the only the head was inside her and she bobbed up and down, the muscles in her wet pussy stretching to fit. Her eyes were screwed shut in concentration as she bobbed up and down on the head of my 9 inch penis. I ran my hands around her ass clutching it gently. Her muscles twitched inside her, hugging my cock as she took another inch or two. I was about a third of the way in and her burning, rippling pussy was making it hard to hold back from slamming her down onto me. As she bobbed up and down on me it occurred to me that part of it was getting used to the size, and part of it was her pace. She liked things slow. No banging for this girl...woman....goddess. She liked it slow and easy. She opened her eyes and looked at me with that smouldering lustful look and slowly but surely bobbed the rest of the way down my throbbing penis. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Duncan....." she purred. I could feel it in her throat it was so primal. She wrapped her legs around my waist, rubbing my hips with the fabric of her nylons. It was sexy as hell and made my dick twitch inside her. She let go of my neck and reached behind her, undoing the clasp on her lacy bra. I shifted my hips a bit and reached around behind her pulling the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She managed to keep the cups on after taking the straps off, and slowly let it slide off of her chest, squeezing my dick at the same time with her well muscled vagina. Candy's tits were big, and soft. Lake's were a little smaller, but firmer and her nipples were pretty sensitive. Amanda on the other hand, had firm, high globes topped with those thick nipples I had felt before. They were a little more than a handful and the areola covered a large part around her thick nipples. I couldn't wait to taste them. As she began moving her hips, I licked my lips and slid one hand behind her back to support her. I leaned her back as I slid my other hand under her ass, pulling her up slightly. As I ran my tongue around her left nipple, I slid her slowly down onto my cock. She moaned loudly, saying "Again...." Suiting actions to words, I licked her nipple a bit harder, and slid her down my cock again. She moaned even louder, "OoooOhhhhh, Again.." This went on for several minutes, her head thrown back, her mouth wide. When I got to the point where I had my penis resting on the entrance to her slit, and her nipple sucked hard in my mouth, I held her hips up in place and shot my hips up into her, my dick sheathing in her velvet again and again. I could feel the tickle in the base of my cock as I heard her scream "Don't stop, don't ooohhhhhhh, Duncan, don't stop......Please!!!!!" I buried my cock in her slit over and over as she ground her hips down onto my throbbing cock. I thrust one last time as I came inside her, bathing her vaginal walls with my hot sperm. I am not sure what it was, or why it kept happening, but as my shrinking member slid out of her, I passed out enfolding the goddess in my embrace. She had shown me three faces so far, and I was her willing priest.

Chapter 2 I could hear Sam banging around in the kitchen as I finished toweling dry. Thoughts of last nights encounter rattled around in my brain making me get hard once more. I dampened the erotic images of the young nubile sex goddess I had shared the night with and thought about other things. I had some proposals to get finished up today as well as some work around the house. Sam had complained that the door to her room was squeaking a lot, so I thought I would take a look at that today. "Dunnnnnk! You awake yet?" Sam was obviously cooking something healthy and vile, so I figured I would get it over with and get on with my day. I went downstairs to see what weirdness she had come up with and was met by the smell of bacon and eggs. Closing my eyes and just sighing with contentment, I murmured, "I must be in a dream. I hear Sam, and I smell bacon and eggs. Something is wrong here" I smiled and opened one eye a bit to see her dishing out the eggs onto a plate and mock threaten me with the pan. "Sit down and eat your grease old man, you probably need it" she quipped putting the pan in the sink as I went to the fridge and grabbed the OJ. I took two short glasses from the cabinet next to the fridge and sat at the table. Sam ran some water in the pan and scooped up the two plates and put them on the table. She sat down and stared down at her plate, waiting for me to say something. I could tell she was nervous and I wasn't sure how to broach the subject of last night so I decided to just break it open. "Candy came to see me yesterday" was all I said as I reached for the salt and put a little on my eggs. I tasted it and took a bite of my bacon before looking at her for some reaction. She was still staring down at her plate, but I noticed right away that she was flushed and that her nipples were rock hard and sticking straight out. "Sam...." I prompted. She let out a breath I doubt she knew she was holding and slowly looked at me. "Dunk....do you....do you hate me?" she whispered. I dropped my fork and grabbed her hand, squeezing it saying, "No no....not at all Sam, I love you, you know that. I was a little surprised that's all. Flattered too." The last part being said under my breath mostly to myself, but she giggled so I guess she heard me. It was like opening up a dam she started talking so fast about how all of her friends had always had a crush on me, and how they had joked around as girls that the perfect man was this and that and would do this and that, until Candy blurted out that they kept talking about was me, and blah blah blah. I realized not for the first time how lucky I was to have a daughter like Sam. Not that she was my blood daughter, but she sure felt like one and I loved her like one. "Sammy...Are you sure this is what they all want? Don't get me wrong," I said as she started to protest. "I am flattered beyond belief, but don't they want to wait?" It was my turn to get a little nervous, so I jumped back into my breakfast as she grew more confident, putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her clasped hands. She was stunningly beautiful and it surprised me to see that Sam was becoming a woman really quickly. Thoughts of Candy started to intrude, but I forced myself to concentrate on what she was saying. "They all love you Dunk, not just because of what you have done for me, but for how you treat them. We're not used to being asked what we think, or have our opinions valued. You invite them over to have coffee and talk philosophy when most guys want to just stare at our boobs and talk about farts or something retarded." I chuckled and tried not to glance down at her magnificent chest. "Newsflash kiddo....when men get older, the conversations change, but the view sure doesn't." She reached out and smacked my arm, knowing I was mostly kidding, but the motion did the most wonderful jiggle to her chest. I found the thoughts of Candy threatening to intrude but with Sam as the principle player and not her friend. I think she caught where I was looking because her face flushed even deeper. The interesting thing is that she pulled her arms off the table and sat back, giving me an even better view of her ripe bosom. Her nipples stood out even more than before which I had not thought possible. I dropped my gaze down to my plate once more and tried to change the subject to something safe. Unfortunately, she beat me to the punch. "Do you want to know who's next Duncan?" I looked up at her quickly, the tone in her voice sending an electric shock straight to my groin. Having her call me Duncan had more of an effect on me that I would have ever guessed. I tried to swallow the mouthful, but my whole mouth had dried up. I simply nodded instead. "You've had your Candy, now it's time for some Chocolate....." she purred. I could swear she was getting into the role of madam for some weird reason. Her eyes positively glowed as she picked up a piece of bacon and slowly put it in her mouth, chewing slowly and sensously. The tent in my pants really pushed out. I realized she was talking about her friend Lake. Lake was half jamaican, half japanese, and all beautiful. Her dad was from Jamaica originally before he came to america and joined the navy. Being stationed in Tokyo, he had met and married Lake's mom, Kiku, who was a looker herself. Lake inherited the best of both worlds, long thick straight black hair, mocha skin, a petite body and full lips. All in all a very nice treat. I guess she could see the thoughts rolling around in my head because she chuckled sexily. I didn't know you could be sexy and laugh at the same time, but her whole personality seemed to take on this sensual husky sort of tone that was turning me on like I couldn't believe. We sat and stared at one another for a while, her nipples and my dick getting harder by the minute. She licked the grease off one finger and stood up suddenly, shaking her head. I came out of my own trance and smiled at her. She picked up her plate and put it in the sink as I sat there pondering. "Hey babe?" as I called her every once in a while. It seemed that the connotation had changed for her as well because she closed her eyes, smiled and sighed. It seems that she was as turned on as me. "Yeah Duncan" she breathed. She was leaning against the sink as I picked up my dishes and walked over to wash my own. She just turned and looked at me over her shoulder instead of moving, so I reached around her to put my dishes in the sink. She stuck her hands in the soapy water with mine and pulled forward suddenly, making my dick ride up into the back of her shorts. Her ass muscles tensed as I heard her sharp intake of breath. "Mmmmmm, that feels nice. We should wash dishes more often together, the 'soap' is so wet and slippery." I moved forward and ground my crotch into her ass. She wiggled for a minute and spun quickly in my arms to face me. She threw her arms around my waist and pulled me in close. Her mouth was up against my right ear as she whispered, "Have your chocolate first Duncan...." As she trailed her tongue inside my ear and kissed it, she slipped out of my arms and ran up the stairs. I heard the door to her room slam and I whipped down my shorts and beat off right into the sink. It took less than a minute of waxing my purple member to blow my wad into the sink and partially on the counter. When I had cleaned up and put the dishes away and reclothed myself, Sam came back into the kitchen. Gone was the sultry sex kitten and in her place was the bouncy teen I knew and loved. She chattered on and off about school, and cheering and how the football season was almost at an end, and how she was trying to see who she wanted to go to Prom with.... I let her chatter on and responded where I knew I was supposed to. I wondered at the change, but after noticing the flush in her cheeks as she returned to the kitchen, I had a feeling that she'd been taking care of herself upstairs. Life continued as usual until a few weeks later. I had been working out in the backyard for about an hour doing my form for the test I would be taking in a weeks time. I was testing for my blue belt in Tae Kwon Do and I was determined to show the teachers that I REALLY knew my stuff. I wanted to begin teaching some classes for them and testing time was a good change to display my talents. The day was fairly warm and the yard was fairly secluded so I took off the uniform top and practiced in my gi pants and belt. After finishing the sparring combinations and unarmed form, I moved onto my armed forms. I had talked the head Master into allowing me to study weapons early after showing aptitude in simple unarmed forms. I was practicing a double sword form and was finally beginning to feel more comfortable with them. I had done the form 5 times and was in the midst of a 6th when I closed my eyes and stepped through. I felt freer, more fluid then ever before. I would sneak a peek every once in a while to see that I was not straying off track. As I completed the last maneuver, a double block followed by a flying strike, I bowed and 'sheathed' my swords. Hard to do when you are only wearing the equivalent of pajama pants. To my surprise, I heard clapping from the side of the house. There standing under the back porch, partially hidden, were Sam and her friends. Candy winked and Sam waved. Kitty and Christy were smiling and waving as well, but my gaze was drawn to Lake. She stood off a little apart and her face was calm, a slight curve at the corners of her lips belying a smile. I heard Sam say "We're going to the Beach Dunk, we'll see you tonight or tomorrow", but I was staring at Lake. I realized that they were leaving without her and I heard a collective giggle that made Lake smile in earnest. "Hey Lake, aren't you going?" I inquired walking over towards her. I had a feeling that today might be her birthday. She shook her head and picked up a bag from her feet. I had thought she was being pretty obvious with her advances, but saw that it was an equipment bag and that she was wearing a ghi like I was. As she made her way over to to the bench where I had put my stuff, I noticed the three gold stripes on her BLACK belt. She was a damn 3rd degree black belt. "Shit, Lake! Why didn't you tell me you were into martial arts?" I shouted with mock indignation. She smiled and dropped her bag next to mine. She pulled her thick black hair into a ponytail and fastened it with a band from her wrist. I had always noticed how beautiful her skin was, but I hadn't noticed the almond shape to her green eyes, nor how they crinkled as she smiled. "Sorry Dunk." she said as I propped my swords up against the bench and took a long pull on my water bottle. "I know I should have said something, just never did I guess. Didn't think you'd want to get your ass kicked by a girl..." she teased. I chuckled and knocked back another swig of water. "So.." I said. "You gonna kick my ass, or just stare at me chugging?" She got serious and I saw a nervous young woman instead of a confident martial artist. It made me change my tack immediately. "Lake...is today your birthday?" She dropped her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, it is." I let out a deep breath and tried to figure this out. My eyes alighted on her gym bag. "So...what's in the bag?" Her head jerked up and she looked at me with a quizzical look. "It's my sparring equipment and my sword. My other stuff is up in Sam's room alrea....." she blushed and looked anywhere but me. It gave me an idea. "Did you just come from class?" She nodded. "Cool, what style?" She smiled and we started chatting about her style Chi Ti Nua and how it differed from mine, and how we both agreed that while TKD was a good style to learn, there wasn't much past black belt, and how this and that, and she relaxed into the confident young woman I had begun speaking with only 10 minutes before. "I'll make you a deal baby...." I began, and as she dropped her gaze I continued quickly. "Why don't you teach me some of that fancy swordwork I know you can do with that thing, and we'll see where we go from there..." I was referring to the shining sword she had pulled out to show me. It was crafted really well, and light as all hell. She looked at me and nodded, not without a small giggle. I already loved the way her white teeth flashed from behind those full lips. Her dark green eyes flashed as she picked up her sword and walked to the middle of the lawn. The black material of her top was fairly loose, but her pants were nice and tight as she walked barefoot and started stretching. I took a last sip of water and picked up my longer sword and moved to join her. She laid the sword at her feet and twisted at the waist several times. She looked at me as I walked over and slid slowly into a full split. My jaw dropped in awe, but she just giggled again. "I've been studying a long time. I could stay in this position all day long" I sighed and mimed fainting. She caught my thought and giggled again. I loved to hear it, it was childlike and had an ethereal quality to it as well. I admired her taught form as she stretched back and mashed her well formed, perky tits into her jersey top. Ignoring the rising member in my pants I did a few stretches of my own, but I was still pretty warm, and by looking at this dark skinned goddess, I was getting warmer every minute. We began by going through my sword form. She was familiar with it since most schools teach the same basic weapons forms. She made a few comments on how I could relax in certain places to make it feel more fluid and flow more easily. We ran through it a few more times and she pronounced herself satisfied. "Dunk, do you want to try something?" she asked. "Sure, what do you have in mind" I said non-committaly. I was finding out quickly that she was fairly confident if we took things slowly. She had casually brushed her chest against me several times as she corrected a position and some of her heavy breathing was not just from the forms. "I want to try doing a dual form. We start out together, but end up opposed. Your part is exactly the same, but on the 11th move, make sure your block is sure, and from that point on, expect contact. I won't put anything behind it, but I want to see try sparring." Nodding my head excitedly, I took the beginning position. I had always wanted to see the form used practically and I think I understood what she would do. As she said, we began together, this time a lot more slowly than before. As I swept around and pivoted striking behind me, I did the slide block into position. Even expecting it, I got startled by the loud clang in front of me. Lake smiled wickedly and called "On" and we moved into the next position, she retreating, me advancing. Another slide advance step, strike and my sword connected lightly onto hers. "Good, keep going" We kept it up to the end of the form, our swordguards locked, stances tight. She grinned wickedly and said "Yes! That was awesome! Can we do it again?!? Please?!" I nodded just as excited and moved back into the starting position. We went through the form again. And again. Our grins getting wider with each strike, with each parry and strike. My blood was coursing through my body, energizing and turning me on like never before. I had never known lust before from working out, and from the look in her eye and the expression on her face, I could tell it wasn't just me. "My god Lake, this is amazing..." I gasped breathing heavily. She grunted something, but I could tell she was barely keeping control. Her strikes were a lot harder, and we were speeding up towards the end. Our movements were precise and together. I could feel the blood coursing through my body, especially in my groin. The sheen of sweat had soaked her top completely through and was making it stick to her body. Finishing the form once more, she pulled back with her sword and dropped it on the ground. I did the same and took her hand pulling her into the house. As soon as the door shut behind us she dove at me. Her arms and legs wrapped around my body, she bore me to the floor, our mouths finding one another's. Moaning deep in my chest and she in her throat we mashed our lips together, our tongues wrestling for one another. She pulled back for a breath and just stared at me. She leaned back and peeled off her top. She was wearing a jogging bra underneath her jersey, and it was fairly tight. As she untied and ripped off her belt, she got off me and knelt next to me. I had thought to take it slow and easy with her but she obviously had other ideas. I stood up and untied my belt and whipped off my underwear and pants, exposing my throbbing cock. I knelt down next to her and she practically dove onto my cock. Like Candy, she surprised me with her expertise. She gobbled down 3/4 of the shaft and used her nails to gently squeeze my balls. I moaned deep and loudly and she began humming, her head bobbing up and down fairly quickly. If I hadn't been so turned on before, I wouldn't be this close, but watching her ponytail swish back and forth and feeling her full dark lips on my member brought me to the brink. "Lake baby...oooooohhhhh baby. Look out, I'm...ooooh, I'm gonnnnna cum baby..." She pulled her head up and jammed her tongue in my mouth. I moaned deeply as she whipped my dick up and down with her hand at subsonic speed. She unlocked her lips from mine and whispered, "Come for me Duncan, come for Lake. Pleeeeeeeese" I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me tightly as I sprayed ropes of hot come in the air. My hips jerked with each shot and she pulled away from my lips to watch it hit the ground. As I finished, she pushed me backwards into one of the soft chairs. She stood in front of me and slid out of her pants and underwear and reached for her jogging bra. She smiled and pulled the tight fabric up, spilling her boobs out one by one. The bra must have really controlled them, because they were a lot bigger than I had at first thought. They jiggled slightly as she pulled her top off. She finished by pulling the band out of her hair, letting it fall. Sweat covered her lithe brown body, her breath coming in heavy gasps. She seemed unsure once more, so I took over. I reached out and held her hand, pulling her down on top of me. As I gazed into her dark eyes, her thick hair fell in front of her eyes. I reached up and cupped her cheek, caressing it gently. Her dark skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she was trembling all over. Her hips had started little motions back and forth, stirring my member back to life. I decided it was her turn. I pulled her arms down around my neck, my hands reaching back and clutching her muscled ass. Her more than ample boobs mashed between us as I massaged her ass. She began to relax again as our tongues played together, her hips beginning to make bigger circles around on my lap. I could feel the hardness trapped between the lips of her pussy, which was dripping wet. As she began to moan, I decided I wanted to do some serious pussy licking. I shifted forward suddenly, pulling her legs around my waist. Sitting up, I hugged her tighter and stood. My dick was under her ass and getting harder by the minute. I knew that having come would give me a lot more control and I was going to make this the night of her life. A beanbag chair was directly in front of me, so I slowly lowered her into it, laying on top of her kissing her deeply. Our tongues twined together, I sucked on her bottom lip. She let out a small gasp as I sucked it in and out of my mouth. Her eyes were closed and her body totally relaxed. I let off her lip and began kissing her neck. She began to squirm a bit as I made my way down between her breasts. I was still laying between her legs, and my stomach was riding right between the folds of her pussy. I was slowly moving down, leaving a wet trail from her drenched pussy along my stomach. I paused to suck one of the coal black nipples into my mouth, her hands coming up and pressing me into her ample bosom. She was definitely not as endowed as Candy, and not as soft either. I reached out my left hand to stroke and caress her other tit and noticed that they were soft, but very firm. I pinched her nipple between my teeth and she arched her body with a loud moan. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhh..." Being a tit man, I knew how caress and tease her. I knew I would come back to them so I kissed my way down to her belly button. Not many people know, but a woman's belly button can be an erogneous zone, and Lake proved me right. She hissed a breath between clenched teeth and pulled me in closer to her belly. Her hips had started a circling motion on my bicep and were picking up speed. Rather than tease her by kissing around the area, I dove right onto her bush, licking furiously. As her hips shot forward onto my mouth, I pulled her thick bush apart to expose her dark brown pussy. It was wet and slightly swollen. I used to fingers to pull apart the lips and slathered my tongue all over her clit. She screamed suddenly and my face was bathed in the sweetest liquid I had ever tasted. I looked up momentarily and saw that her head was thrown back her lips and eyes wide open. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, causing her to thrash back and forth. Her hands were wild, grabbing at me pulling me forward..."Innn...please....while I am coming..oh oh oooooooooo.." I scrambled forward and put my dick at the opening of her ebony slit. She grabbed me around the neck and rolled me over onto my back. Her eyes and mouth were still wide open as she literally dropped her weight onto me, planting her hands on my chest with a deep grunt. I barreled into her tight pussy in one quick shot. I blew past her hymen as bounced down onto me. Like Candy, I bottomed out just as I nudged her cervix. I had never felt a pussy so tight and so hot. I could feel her massaging my dick with the muscles of her vaginal walls. Her face was screwed up with a mixture of pain and pleasure, so I waited for her muscles to adjust to the size of me. The contractions of the walls of her sheath were speeding up, I knew she was adjusting well. Her face began to relax and her lips formed an O of pleasure instead of pain. She licked her lips several times and began humping up and down. "Fuck me Duncan, fuck me now" I needed no other prompting. I could feel the heat venting from her cunt. I had thought to be gentle, but our blood was up and needed to be salved. I realized that for the second time, I was inside an 18 year old goddess and planned to make the most of it. As I lay on my back on the floor, I raised my hips slightly to increase the friction I would soon put on her clit. I reached my hands around behind her and grabbed her ass, raising it up slowly. I lowered her back down and began a rhythm, moving her farther up my cock with each stroke. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lip and Oooh'd sexily. I could tell she was really starting get more and more comfortable. She alternated squeezing my cock as it was sliding out of her pussy, and loosening it as I ploughed back into her slit. My lap was soon a puddle of our juices as I leaned forward and alternated licking one nipple than another for a few minutes. She began to shudder when I captured one between my teeth and picked up the pace of our lovemaking. I rocked my hips back and forth and switched to her other nipple. Her breasts weren't half as big as Candy's, but it enough to make most women jealous. The dark hard nipples were surrounded by areola that were black as coal. Her light brown skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and it was trembling from pent up emotion. Her eyes were opened now and a sexy smile played about her full lips. "Ooooh Duncan, man are you good....don't stop please I am in love with your cock baby!!" I decided to change the scenery. I sat up and pulled her legs around my waist and started to stand up. Whatever I did to her clit by moving set her off, because she started babbling incoherently and slamming up and down on my dick. I had thought I would move into the other room, but her mindblowing orgasm interrupted that idea. I just smiled and rocked my hips forward to prolong her orgasm, her brown hips quivering with the afteraffects of her release. My lap was soaked, and I was still hard as hell. I put my hands under her ass as her eyes came back into focus and a languid sexy smile crossed her face. "I am never going to be the same Duncan, never. Oh oh....oh that's nice, don't stop that" she said as I shifted my hips in circles, darting my member into her pussy. I thought a nice slow pace would do for a while. If it was possible, she got wetter and mashed her firm tits against my chest, her green eyes sparkled with delight. "It's your birthday baby." I whispered. "Anything you want is yours for the asking..." The rocking motion going on in my lap was still languid and slow, but I was withdrawing and thrusting deeper. I leaned into her neck and sucked on her collarbone lightly, her arms wrapped around my neck pulling me into it. She sighed deeply as she shifted her hips forward, allowing my hips to rub her clit more. Small "Mmmmm" sounds resonated through her throat where I kissed and sucked around her dark skinned neck. "Duncan?" she asked languidly. "Mmmmmm." "You said anything right..." there was no hesitation now with my jamacian/asian princess. I was with a sex kitten now. "MmmmmHmmmmm, you name it, it's yours." "Would you..." she began and started to tense up, I lifted her ass quickly and dropped her down on my turgid member. "Don't tense up, relax" I murmured between licks and kisses. By this point I had pulled my legs to an indian style position and she was riding my cock slowly and rhythmically. "I said anything and I meant it, just ask." I put one hand on the small of her back and angled her so I could put more of my cock in her and suck her nipples at the same time. "Uh oh oh mmmmm, I like when you suck my nipples Duncan....Mmmmm this pace is soooo nice" she had the husky sex voice thing with a little jamaican twang to it that turned me on even more if possible. "Duncan, I want...ooooo, I want you to do some more of this later....Duncan?" "Yeah baby" I answered, running my tongue around her rock hard nipple. "I want you to fuck me in the ass Duncan, I want to be buttfucked oh oh oh ohoooooooooo" I put my hands back under her ass and pogo'd her on my member as she came again. Talking about it must have turned her on to the point of no return. "In the ass?" I thought to myself. "Never been there before, but I don't want to disappoint the lady." As her eyes came back into focus, I grinned wickedly. I heard her catch her breath when she realized I would go for it. I decided to take her up on her offer before she had a chance to back down. It was obviously something she wanted, but felt weird about. I slid my hands from the rounded globes of her dark skinned ass to her crack and began to slowly run my fingers along the cleft between her cheeks. She shuddered, making the muscles in her pussy twitch. I was still hard, still encased in a warm dark pussy, and playing with the ass of an 18 year old girl who just asked me to fuck her in the ass. I was in heaven. I stuck my tounge out and licked around her nipple as I inched my way down the crack in her ass. My touch was light, but my intent was obvious. I was purposefully moving toward her anus, stimulating the skin on her ass cheeks and turning her on. She moaned suddenly and started rocking back and forth on my cock. Her pussy was wetter than ever and the motions caused my fingers to brush across her puckered anus. I pulled one hand to the small of her back, thrust my hips forward, and rubbed my index finger across her butthole at the same time. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, hissing her pleasure between her full brown lips. I could tell she was trying to help because the more I played with her asshole, the softer and looser it got. I was imagining the things that she practiced with because she obviously did not have a virgin asshole. Probably a carrot or a candle, but I really didn't care because at that moment, my index finger slid in to the hilt and she jammed her hips down on my cock and finger moaning, "Ohhh, OOHHHHH!!! That feels soooooo gooooood, mmmmmmmm" She rolled her hips around, causing my cock and finger to move in and out of her cunt and ass. I pressed my second finger up against the ring of her ass and pushed that in with a lot more resistance. Her face contorted a bit, but she seemed to compensate. "I can't wait, take me now Duncan, take my ass and fuck me, fuck me fuck me" her voice matched the motions of her hips. I reached over and grabbed my pants, wiping my fingers off on them. I took her by the hips and pried her off my painfully rock hard member. She shifted to her hands and knees, her knees on the beanbag chair, her ass pointed right at me. She flung the hair away from her face and looked back at me with that ComeFuckMe look. I reached forward and wiped up all of the moisture from her pussy, and it was quite a bit. I slathered the handful of girlcome all over my prick to make sure it was nice and lubed. I played with her clit for a minute more and wiped all of the rest of her come back onto her asshole. It was puckered and brown and I was going to fuck it. "Stop teasing me, I need it in my ass!!" Kneeling behind her, I pulled her cheeks apart and put the purpled head of my cock at the entrance to her ass. She pushed back as I pushed forward and after some initial resistance, I slipped into her warm ass. A startled "Oh!" was followed by a longer languid "ooooooohhhhhhh" as I slid in deeper and deeper. "Nnnnnggghhhh, ohmigod ohmigod, Nnnnnggggggh" was all she said as I bottomed out in her ass. Her ring flexed around my cock as she shook her head back and forth. I slowly withdrew until just the head of my dick was in her ass, and was surprised to see that I was slick, but from lube, not anything else. Realizing that it wasn't going to be messy, I slid back in slowly, my hands no longer holding her cheeks apart, I grabbed her hips and settled on my knees behind her. She was silent except for the occassional Oh oh oh oh I would hear. "Are you okay?" I whispered as I kept the nice easy slow rhythm. Her head was limp between her shoulders, her hair hanging down over her face. She nodded, murmuring "Mmmm hmmmm....Ohhhhhhhhh, dun...Dun...Duncan....Ohhhh, it's so much bet...better than I thoughtttttt nnnnnggggghhhhh." I moved my hands from her hips to her swaying titties. My big white dick was buried in the chocolate asshole of an 18 year old cheerleader. Now I knew I was in heaven. It was time to pick up the pace. Reaching under and cupping her pendulous breasts, I tweaked her nipples, causing her hips to shoot back, forcing me deeper into her ass. I cupped her big tits and pulled her up and back against me. She settled her head against my shoulder as I massaged her tits and pinched her nipples. Her hands moved back to my hips, pushing them back farther on the backstroke until the head was half out and then let go and I slammed all the way back in. By the scream she let out, I could tell that she was having orgasm after orgasm. She did it twice more before falling forward and bucking her hips back into my dick. I had had just about enough and I wanted to dump my load in my Jamaican Venus. I leaned down and whispered "Hold on to something Lake...." She nodded and dropped her chest to the floor, her ass still wrapped around my cock. I grabbed the fleshy globes and started fucking her with gusto. Every time our hips met, she cried out "Yes, yes oooooooo". I could feel the familiar itch at the back of my balls so I sped up even more. I could see her fingers on her clit whipping her pussy into a frenzy. Slamming into her ass I felt my cock swell even bigger as she screamed "Yes, yes, come in my butthole, ooooOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" It was too much for me as come shot out of my cock like a rocket. I roared my pleasure as I emptied my seed into her asshole. Her ring tightened on my cock, squeezing it for all it was worth before relaxing. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. After a minute or two, my spent cock slipped out of her ass, and I rolled over to lie next to her. She looked at me and smiled, rolling her eyes. "Youu...*huff* *huff* are going to have to marry me, because I am ruined.." She finished cackling. I chuckled and pulled her in close to me. "Lake....you are ama....amazing...." She put her head on my shoulder, I cupped her tit in one hand, and we fell asleep right on the floor.

Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus bb, tb ws, scat, oral, anal, lac (incidental), incest By Antonio Green [email protected] This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and a boy and his infant (then toddler) brother including watersports and scat scenes. It also will contain recollections of forced incest and boy prostitution. But the basis of the story is love -- love between brothers, love between boys, and love among boys and a man. If any of this offends you, do not read this story. If this is illegal where you live, do not read this story. If you are underage, do not read this story (come back when you're old enough). But if you'd like to read a well-written story by a professional writer, enjoy. And please do not print this story on a public computer and leave it in the printer (as was done with Chapter 1). In this chapter, Danny and Brian open their arms to a man who is learning to love them both and who they both love. Chapter 10: Expanding Horizons From Chapter 9: Danny sat up and pierced Dr. Jameson with an unblinking stare. "I've got a question, then. I know Brian likes bigger..." He paused a moment to find the right word. "He likes bigger cocks, you know, penises, in him. I don't mind. It sounds sexy and I want him to be super happy. Can he have a bigger friend, you know, um, fuck him?" Danny was both proud and a little embarrassed about using the big boy words with an adult. Dr. Jameson knew he would not be able to stop a voracious boy like Brian. "Well," Dr. Jameson answered, "I gave both you the shots your mom wanted. And Brian's anus is stronger than before he got hurt this time. So it's okay any time he wants. Same warning about pain, though. It will be painful the first few times. So take it easy. And make sure the bigger friend is careful and loving." "Got it!" Danny said. "Now my last question. Are you careful and loving?" Dr. Jameson threw up both hands. "Whoa, boy. We can't do that. I'm his doctor. There's no way I could do anything..." Brian and Danny threw their arms around the doctor. "Please. Please," they begged as if they'd planned this. "You're the perfect person, Dr. Jameson," Danny said once he relinquished his grip on the man. "You know Brian's probably going to do it with someone bigger. He hated the abuse. But he loved the sex. He told me. So if you're his first, you can make sure he's okay and everything. Please." "This is the other reason I tried to act so cool when I was treating you, Brian. I think you're really sexy. You both are. And I'm a boy lover, so treating you was a challenge. You have no idea how hard seeing you naked got me, even as torn up as you were. Damn! Let me go talk to your mother." Now on to Chapter 10 As soon as Dr. Jameson left the room, Brian turned to Danny and said, "Quick, get the boner pills." Danny scurried to the small stash of items Brian had brought in his pack that fateful -- wonderfully fateful -- Tuesday when his life had changed so completely. No one was sure what to call that day. Debra felt using the word "rape" was too harsh, too painful, too full of bad memories for Brian. It certainly was for her, and the one time she'd used it around Danny, her 9-year old son burst into uncontrollable tears. So when the subject came up in a quiet discussion of what to call that day, Danny gave the best, most loving suggestion. "It's easy," he said. "We call it the day Brian came home." &#8232; Danny knew exactly where the Cialis they called their boner pills was. He'd hidden them in the back of his closet along with three butt plugs and a sounding kit Brian had stolen from his father that morning. Danny felt funny hiding things from his Mama, but Brian begged him not to tell. And Brian felt really awful that he'd stashed away a dozen tabs of Ecstasy so that even Danny couldn't find them. He loved the way they made him so horny feeling, a great way to deal with the pain and humiliation he'd endured so many years. But now, even knowing that type of pain and humiliation was a thing of the past, he didn't want to give up the powerful sexual-fullness the drug produced in his body. This was the first time since Brian came home that either of them had used Cialis. They both had chubbies just thinking about having sex with each other and with the doctor they both were learning to love. Danny held the orange triangle in his hand. "I'm going to go get a drink of water." "You don't need water," Brian responded. "Yeah, I do," Danny said. "I hate swallowing pills without it." Brian leered at him. "You can have all the liquid you need to wash it down right here." He rubbed his crotch obscenely through his sweat pants. Brian giggled. "Wash down the boner pill with Poopoo Daddy's piss. Sounds like fun." He climbed between Brian's legs, pulled off his pants, popped the pill in his mouth, then swooped down on Brian's chubbing up cock. "Let me know when it's down," Brian warned. "I don't want to waste it. I got other plans for it." When Danny had swallowed the pill and about a half cup or Brian's warm, bitter piss, Danny raised his hand but kept his mouth on the hardening dick. "My turn," Brian said. He swung around, undid Danny's jeans, and pulled them off, his four inch steel pipe still in his little lover's mouth. He popped the pill in. He could have swallowed it with no trouble, but he wasn't going to give up AN opportunity to drink Danny's pee. Danny's penis a hard little nail before Brian engulfed it. He was still able to piss with a hard on, so he let loose and flooded Brian's mouth. He hadn't realized how bad he needed to pee. Pills swallowed, the boys stripped naked, cuddled, and kissed. "You taste like pee," Danny said. "You too," Brian answered. "Hey, I want Dr. Jameson to do stuff to both of us. He's probably too big for you, but maybe you can suck him off. You're so good at it. But I really want him to fuck me. So we gotta trick him into taking a boner pill." "Why?" "When you start wet cumming it takes a long time to reload. And someone as old as him takes a long time getting hard again. That's why these pills are cool." "What pills?" Dr. Jameson stood in the doorway, his voice edging toward anger. Brian tried to hide the plastic pill bottle, but Danny didn't want any secrets. He took it from Brian's hand and offered it to the doctor. Jameson examined the bottle, shook the contents out, and examined them closely as well. "Well, they look like real Cialis," he said. "Not something boys your age should know about let alone be taking. But they won't hurt you. Have you taken them before?" Once again, Brian defaulted to deceit and tried to sputter out something to cover their actions. Danny broke him off mid-lie. "Yes, we've done it before. We just took one, too. They make us so hard for so long. It's wonderful. And we want you to take one cuz, well..." "I heard. Because I'm an old man and can't keep it up anymore." The boys laughed, embarrassed they'd been caught. "Well, my two young, horny, naked, and incredibly beautiful boys, I do want to `do stuff' with both of you. Brian's right on a number of accounts. First, I am not going to enter you, Danny. You are too young and it'll hurt too much. Maybe some other time. We'll see. Second, if Brian really wants it and it isn't too painful, I want to enter him. Shit, I want to fuck him. Third, it does take an old man like me awhile to get hard again after we cum, so a pill like Cialis is a real benefit. Fourth, Cialis will last too long for me today. If I took one of those, I would never leave. I'd be here all night, and I have to get back home." The boys looked disappointed when they heard the news. "That means you're only going to sex one of us," Danny said. "Do Brian. He needs it most." "Hold up there, Danny. I hadn't gotten to number five." Dr. Jameson reached into his medical bag and brought out a bottle of little blue pills. "These are Viagra. They take longer to work and don't last as long as Cialis." He popped one into his mouth and swallowed. "But with these, I'll be able to get back to work and not have a hard on around my patients, none of whom are as sexy as the two of you. Viagra may take longer to work, but I don't have to use them to make me hard like the men who usually take them worry about. Your sexy bodies and your beautiful erections have me hard as a rock right now. I just want to take it to keep me hard longer. Like your Cialis." "So Mama said it was okay for you to, you know, fuck me?" Brian asked. "With her blessing. It didn't take much convincing on my part. She knows you're going to get some man to fuck you. She knows she couldn't stop you. She agreed with you, Danny. It should be someone who cares the first few times. If it's okay with you, though Brian, I want Danny to fuck you first. That should loosen you up a little. Then I want him to blow me. That way, I'll last more than 10 seconds when I get in you. If I don't do that, I'm not even sure I'll last that long." As he finished, Dr. Jameson began taking off his sport jacket, but he wasn't able to finish. Two naked boys, boners pointing to heaven, rushed him, knocked him on the bed, and began bombarding him with kisses. Busy hands clumsily undressed him until he was naked save for his boxers. "Is that pee, Dr. Jameson?" Danny asked poking at a four inch wet spot that sullied the front of the boxers right at the tip of the doctor's six and a half inch cock. "Calling me `Dr. Jameson' seems a little formal since I'm about to molest the two of you. Call me Paul. And that's precum. Why don't you explain it to Danny, Brian." "You've seen mine, Danny. Only I don't get a lot. When guys get older, they make more. Dr. Jameson -- I mean Paul -- makes a lot." "Can we see it, Dr. P," Danny asked. "Can we see your, um, penis?" "Dr. P. I like that. And yes, pull my boxers off you little sex fiends." Danny had only ever seen photos and videos of grown men's cocks before. While some of the ones he'd seen on video were larger than Dr. P's, in person, the man's cock still looked huge to the young boy. A steady stream of viscid fluid seeped from the deep purple, almost two inch, uncircumcised cockhead. "Wow!" Danny took a deep breath. "It is SO big. Isn't it Brian. Isn't it like the biggest dickie you've ever seen?" "Not the biggest, sweetheart," Brian answered. "But it's the prettiest man's `dickie' I've ever seen. And it's gonna be a challenge getting the `dickie's' head in my hole." "Can I taste the dribbles, Dr. P?" Danny asked. "No wait. Brian. Why don't you do it?" "No, baby. Precum's a real treat. You try it," Brian whispered. Danny leaned over and licked the puddle that had formed on the man's belly. Then he slurped the strand that was stretching from the cockhead, making a sound like he was sucking up noodles from chicken soup. "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got cummy in my tummy," he sang, reverting to the little boy childishness he loved to assume with Brian. "Brian, help me out, okay?" Brian moved in position and began tongue bathing Dr. Dr. P's six and a half, thick, uncircumcised rod. The man's cock drooled steadily. Although self-described as gay, Dr. Jameson was more a boy lover than man lover. Until this moment, however, as an adult he had never been with a boy, let alone two, sexy ones. The closest he'd gotten was a small, girlish looking 18-year old who looked 14. Until right now, he'd had to satisfy his urges with fantasies. But now he was on a king sized bed with a gorgeous red headed 13-year old and his petite 9-year old lover. And he was there with their Mama's blessing to do anything the boys wanted. "Hey, guys," Dr. P said, panting, "I'd like to get this on film so I can have something to remember when I get lonely." "Lonely?" Brian laughed. "You mean horny, don't you? Yeah, we'd love it. Right, Danny? Where's your camera?" "In my van. I'll be right back." Dr. P stood up and started to pull his pants on. Danny stopped him. "You don't have to do that. Your van's in the garage. Why don't we all go down and get your camera?" Jameson felt awkward walking through the house with two naked boys, himself equally bare and all sporting erections. But he was not in charge here. These two gamins were figuratively leading him by his penis, and as they left the boys' room, Danny was literally doing so as well. Passing the living room, all three looked in to see Debra Peters nursing little Timmy. She waved. They all waved back, Danny and Brian enthusiastically, Dr. Jameson sheepishly. The doctor couldn't believe the dream he was currently living. Here, a 9-year old boy with a tight grip on his erection had just waved at his mother as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And that mother knew they were all going to have sex in a short time. Most natural thing in the world? Maybe, he mused to himself, it was. Maybe the condemnation of man-boy love was unnatural. In the garage, Dr. P pulled out three tripods and three video cameras. He'd already used one of the cameras three weeks prior to document Brian's injuries in the event legal action was necessary. Ostensibly, that's why he owned the cameras and tripods: in case they were needed for medical or legal reasons. In fact he had used them for this reason. But mostly they'd been used to document hot sexual play -- but always between men. Until this day. "Oh wow! Cool!" Brian said. "This is gonna be great. I thought it'd be a regular camera but you're gonna do the whole thing. You are so cool, Dr. P." He hugged the man around the waist. The three very erect, very excited males trudged single file on their way back up to Danny and Brian's room. Dr. P lead the way, trailed by Brian and then Danny, each lugging a tripod with video cam. In the front hallway, they met up with Debra, She had just finished nursing Timmy and was carrying him up to his crib in her room. "Oh my," she said, "you all look so cute walking single file like a mother duck and her two horny little ducklings." With her free hand she tweaked the tip of Danny's erection and then Brian's. This was the first time she'd touched Danny's penis since he was a little boy and the first time ever for Brian. Both boys looked at her goggle-eyed. "Paul, I'm glad to see you're going to film the fun you're going to have. I'm glad I suggested it. In this way, the boys can enjoy what you're about to do when you're not here." There was something she hadn't told Jameson when she first suggested the filming. She trusted him. Immensely. Completely. But she knew that nothing truly bad would happen if the three of them were filmed. "I have a favor to ask all three of you. I have an appointment in town, but I don't want to take Timmy. I don't want to interfere with your fun, but can we roll his crib into your room, Danny. He'll sleep a long time and shouldn't be a bother." "You don't mind him being there when we're ... you know ... doing stuff?" Danny asked. "If he wakes up, all he'll see is three people loving each other. Worse could happen." Debra kissed Brian gently on his bright red hair. Debra Peters knew exactly what she was doing. She knew instinctually that Danny and Brian had brought Timmy into their simpler sex play. She knew they wanted him to widen their circle of two as he got older. As she said, worse things could happen. Five minutes later, the cameras were all set up around the king sized bed. Paul and Debra had rolled the crib into a corner of the room not covered by the cameras. Debra kissed her two boys and was about to leave when Brian caught her gently by the arm. He squinched up his face and asked quietly, "Can I have some before you go. Just a little. It makes me feel so good." "Me too!" Danny squealed. "Okay. But no filming." Paul Jameson watched from a short distance as the two boy suckled at Debra's milk-laden breasts. It was an incredibly beautiful, incredibly loving, incredibly sexy scene. He knew both boys got a strong sexual charge from the act. The drop of precum on Brian's red cock tip indicated that. But he knew they were both getting so much more. As they finished and Debra pulled her blouse around her breasts, the doctor asked, "You really enjoy that, don't you, Debra?" Her smile was her answer. "How long are you going to nurse Timmy?" "I haven't decided yet. I might not stop. My other two boys seem to enjoy it. And except for breast leakage, which nursing bras take care of, there's no downside for me. But time to go!" Before Debra was out the bedroom door, the two boys knocked Jameson onto the bed and were alternately deep kissing him, eager, small tongues digging into his eager mouth. "Wow!" Dr. P said. "If your Mama's milk tastes half as good as your two mouths, I can see why you like it so much." Debra waved goodbye one last time as the two boys rustled around on the huge bed, both snuggling between the man's muscular thighs. They began licking his cock at the same time, one on each side of the iron hard instrument. Dr. P reveled in the moist sexiness of the two tongues bathing him when suddenly only one tongue remained. Then it, to, stopped licking his cock. A brief shifting on the bed, and then a soft, moist mouth touched his purple cockhead. At the exact same time, as if choreographed by the two sexy boys, another, smaller tongue began circling around his asscheeks, slowly drawing closer and closer to the tight hole at the center. Dr. P lifted his head to watch red-haired Brian slowly forcing his mouth down over his cock. The boy's red lips were stretched wide as they reached the flared corona, forcing the tight foreskin down beneath it. A small, white blond head moved between his legs, bounced around as if dancing to unheard music. Just when Dr. P thought the feelings roiling though his groin couldn't get any more intense, Brian touched his young partner's shoulder and the feelings ratcheted up to an even higher level. With that quick touch, Brian pushed a good three inches down on Dr. P's drooling prick, and Danny stabbed his tongue against the man's tight asshole. "Stop, boys. Stop now. I don't want to cum yet." A smiling Danny lifted his head from between Dr. P's legs. Brian pulled his mouth up an inch and plunged down the full six and a half inches of thick, steely cock. The man's broad glans rested in Brian's throat, squeezed by three swallows. Then the boy pulled off. Saliva strung from his lips to the throbbing cockhead. Brian sat on his knees while catching his breath. Danny was bouncing on his tummy like a little kid at Christmas, pushing his little two inch nail against the sheets. "You smell so good back there, Dr. P. It's all sweaty. But" he continued, "it doesn't smell like poop. And it doesn't taste like it." "Sorry, sweet boy, I try to wipe well. You like poop smell?" Danny smiled. "I LOVE it." "How about you, Brian?" Brian nodded his head vigorously. "We both love it," the older boy said. "And the way poopy holes taste, too." "Well if you like the smell, you might want to get your heads back down there fast," Dr. P told them. Just as Brian and Danny got their heads near the man's hole, he let go a huge fart, stimulated by the tonguing his hole had received. But rimming-stimulated farts are often without much smell, this one was quite the contrary. As the brown, tight-ringed hole fluttered, a strong, shit-tinged stench erupted and filled the air. Both boys inhaled deeply allowing the stinking gas to spread throughout their mouths and throat. The lingering fetid taste was wonderful. Danny dived down to clamp his lips around Dr. P's hole. His tongue licked and probed the man's tight hole in hopes of tasting any errant pieces of poop that might have escaped. Just as the reek was fading, Dr. P let slip another fart, this one even ranker. Danny's cheeks bulged with the explosion of intestinal gas. His eyes widened in surprise as the heavy taste of the nasty fart filled his mouth, tingling his taste buds. Then the smell wafted to his nose through the back of his mouth. It was so strong, so shit-tinged that he got light headed almost, but not quite, nauseated. Instead, he shivered from enjoyment. "Hey boys, I got a confession to make," Dr. P said. "Your Mama told me some of the things she thinks you're doing. Some of the messy things. I don't do any real messy stuff now. A little pee stuff with friends but that's it. But now my confession: I used to think about nasty, sorry, not nasty, messy stuff when I was a kid, too." Danny was enthralled. "Yeah. It IS nasty. I like nasty. What'd you do?" he asked. "It's kind of embarrassing. I'm a doctor, after all. But when I was between 11 and 14, if I was alone at home sometimes I peed my pants. That's not all. I pooped them, too, sometimes. Like I said, kind of embarrassing." "No. It's cool!" Brian said. "I done that too. I love the feeling of full pants. But Danny hasn't tried. Yet. You wanna do it today?" "Sounds like fun," Dr. P said. "But I don't think today." "Someday?" Danny asked. Dr. P's answer was to smile and gently push both boys back onto the bed. Without saying a word, he arranged Danny with his head pointing to the foot of the bed. He placed Brian in the other direction with his legs draped over Danny's, their perineums pressing together. He pulled Brian's ball sack from between their groins. When he tried to pull Danny's small balls up, all he got hold of was tight skin, no balls. "Your boy balls seem to have retreated inside your body, Danny. They do this a lot?" "When I get really, you know, excited. Horny. Then they jump up inside me." Dr. P stared at the two, extremely hard boy penises. Each was pointed toward its possessor's chin. Brian's 4-inch penis lay flat, the sheathed cockhead tight against his taut abdomen and dripping precum. Danny's 2-incher angled upward slightly, leaving a half inch gap between his light purple peepee head and his slightly round tummy. "You know, guys," Dr. P said taking a deep, audible breath, "the first boy penis I saw in person since I've grown up was Brian's. The only other ones I've seen were in photos and movies. I have to tell you both, you have the two most beautiful penises I have ever seen. Man or boy. They are gorgeous. "I love that you aren't circumcised, Brian. Your skin is just tight enough to accentuate your perfectly formed glans ... cockhead. And you, Danny, you were perfectly circumcised. Your little glans looks almost like an arrowhead. They're beautiful enough to kiss." Dr. P pulled the two hard rods together with thumb and forefinger. He'd first seen Brian's penis when he stitched him up three weeks earlier. It looked like a pretty typical flaccid, uncircumcised penis for a 13-year old. Soft, it was just about two inches. When it erected -- the first time when he was delivering an enema -- it was a comfortable four inches. Dr. P had read far too many stories on erotic web sites where 13-year olds sported 8 or 9 inch monsters. Being a medical man, he knew that was impossible. Brian was perfect in every way. But when Danny's small, little boy cock was pressed beside Brian's, the older boy looked very big in comparison. Almost twice as wide and a good two inches longer, the comparison was stunning. Dr. P next did what he'd done with some of his men partners, something he'd dreamed about doing with boys but never thought he'd be able to. He leaned over and began tongue bathing the two spring-hard boy cocks at the same time. . He spent a full minute kissing and licking up and down the outside of both penises. The boys were panting from the feelings enwrapping their groins. His lips paused briefly at Brian's tip, then his tongue dipped into the drooling pisshole. From there he licked down and paid attention to Danny's hard, pointed cockhead. Finally, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He pushed his mouth down, completely engulfing both boys' cocks at the same time. Danny squeaked and shivered and at once his cocklet throbbed in a dry cum. As he often did, he shot a few squirts of piss into the man's mouth, squirts that were immediately swallowed. But he didn't pull out. He fuckeed his dickie in and out of Dr. P's mouth, rubbing the underside of it against the underside of Brian's penis. Danny had never had a man in his life, and now he had one -- as well as his lover whom he was stimulating with his frantic thrusts. Having cum once, Danny could concentrate on the delicious feelings surrounding him. His lovers cock was rubbing his peepee's sweet spot. The man's saliva was dribbling on his tummy. A large, masculine hand slipped underneath his rear -- underneath Brian's as well. Something from that hand -- had he been able to see, Danny would have known it was Dr. P's thumb -- was prodding his hole. Brian could feel the same prodding, but for him it came from the man's little finger. This wonderful double suck went on for at least 10 minutes, Dr. P bringing Brian to the edge several times and then slowing down. Finally, Brian knew he would explode if he felt any more. He pulled abruptly out and pushed Dr. P's head away. "No, no more!" he gasped. "Don't wanna cum yet." Dr. P continued sucking Danny but reached over with his free hand an squeezed Brian's balls just hard enough to halt the impending orgasm. "Ow!" Brian yelled, arching his back. When he caught his breath, he said, "Thank you." Just at that moment, Danny spasmed again and shot several large sprays of piss into the man's mouth during his orgasm. Then he collapsed, worn out from his second intense orgasm in 10 minutes. "Mmmm. Your urine tastes good, Danny," Dr. P said. Brian swung around and clamped his mouth over the man's to taste his little lover's urine. When he'd had his taste, he pulled away and said, "It's the best fucking piss I've ever tasted, Doc." Then he turned to Danny and asked, "Wanna taste?" Danny sensed what Brian was going to do. He opened his mouth like a hungry little chick. Brian swished the saliva around in his mouth for a few seconds and then let a long, frothy wad of spit drip slowly into Danny's mouth. "Baby wants more," Danny said. Both he and Brian realized they might be taking a chance with Dr. Jameson, but they both sensed that the man wanted to be a part of their nastiness. Brian hocked deep into his throat and came up with a snotty loogey. He stuck out his tongue so the other two could see the slimy, yellowish wad. "Yes. Yes. Baby wants loogey. Baby wants snotties," Danny chanted. Brian hocked up more, mixed in in his mouth, then spat it forcefully at the 9-year old's upper lip. It stuck there then slowly dripped into the little boy's open mouth.Danny licked off what remained. Dr. P gently moved Brian aside and he, too, hocked deep into his throat. He spat his own slimy, dark loogey into the eager boy's mouth. He then closer, covered one nostril then the other. Each time, he blew his snot into the open maw beneath him. Brian was amazed that this symbol of health and cleanliness could be so nasty. So he did the only thing he could imagine doing. He followed suit, blowing his own snot into Danny's mouth. The three quickly moved into position to share deep tongue kisses with each other in turn, passing the slimy mess back and forth. When they were done, all three collapsed to the bed, breathless. After catching his breath, Dr. P positioned the boys on their tummies, knees pulled up underneath them, giving him easy access to their holes. "That was a lot of fun, boys. I've wanted to do something like that with beautiful boys like you for years. But you're first ones ever. Now, I do want to do what we set out to do. If you remember, that was to fuck Brian. So I want to get you ready.' Danny immediately piped up, "Can you do me, too. Brian's done it before and I LOVE getting fucked!" Danny also loved using the nasty, big boy words. Oh man," Dr. P moaned, "there's nothing I'd like more than fucking both of you gorgeous boys. But I'm not sure you're ready for it, Danny. I know I won't cause any damage, but I don't want to hurt you. You know, cause you pain." "That's just what Brian said," Danny countered. "And I took him fine. You gotta do me. Please. Please. Please." "He's right," Brian said, "He took it okay. A little poopies, maybe, and a little blood. But it was so sweet being in him. And he fucking loved it." "I'll think about it, guys. But now let's get you ready, Brian," Dr. P knelt behind and between the boys' legs. "Even if I only do Brian, I want to make you both feel good now. Both of you, pull your cheeks apart for me." He was greeted by two breathtaking sights. In the three weeks of having nothing but bowel movements pass through it, Brian's anus had lost much of its red puffiness. It was tight, wrinkled, and only slightly discolored from the seven years of abuse it had received. The only major reminder of the abuse was white, rice-sized scar tissue from the stitches that had repaired the boy's rectum. It was like his asshole was virgin once again. And since he'd just recently had those stitches removed, the entire area around the pucker was spotlessly clean. Danny's boy hole presented a different sight. And smell. It was obvious the youngster hadn't wiped after his last BM. Twin, brown shit tracks ran down either side of his butt crack. His hole was caked with dried feces and reddened from not having been wiped. The smell, pure, deep, dank shit smell, wafted back toward the doctor and hardened his firm cock even more. Saving best for last, Dr. P dove into Brian's crack and licked decreasing circles around the taut cheeks, coming closer, closer to the pinkish-brown pucker. Periodically he'd stab his tongue at one of freckles spattering the boy's cheeks. The licking tickled the boy slightly, and as much as he tried, Brian wasn't able to suppress his giggles. Finally at the center of his quest, Dr. P slobbered on the boy's tight pucker, then jabbed his tongue in hard. Pushing steadily, the thick tongue finally breached the tight sphincter. Dr. P was rewarded with what he'd hoped was there. While Brian's crack and hole were spotless, his rectum wasn't. Soft, warm shit sat right at the end of the 13-year old's intestine, soft because of the stool softener he'd been taking. The doctor slowly pushed his tongue onward, careful not to push the shit back upward but allowing it to settle farther and farther along his tongue. Saliva moistened the mass, allowing it to pool on his tongue then slide down his throat. Then he was out and starting a similar tongue bath of the smaller, more delicate boy on the right. This time, though, the cheeks he bathed weren't clean. They were foul and reeked. Dr. P was determined to clean the retched filth from the boy's ass and spent a good ten minutes doing so until every single streak, smear, and fleck of brown was washed from the child's exterior. Danny's sphincter gave more easily to the man's probing tongue. He'd obviously been fucked frequently over the past few weeks. Dr. P thought it was sweet that even though Brian could not enjoy anal play, he was willingly giving it to his little lover. Once inside Danny rectum, the doctor's tongue met a similar barrier as it had met in Brian's. Only this barrier -- another warm mass of boyshit -- was firmer. The man loved the taste that pooled on his tongue. Then Danny's boy hole started to twitch and his rectal muscles started to contract and relax regularly. Was the boy trying to shit? Dr. P wasn't sure he was ready for that quite yet. If ever. Seeing him shit interested the man. Maybe even holding it or, god forbid, licking it. But actually having a boy -- this boy -- shit in his mouth? Then Dr. P made a startling self-discovery. He wished he could suck out the entire piece of shit and swallow it whole. But not now. That's not what Danny was doing. With a giggle, the boy farted loudly, blowback from the rimming and his own rumbling tummy gas. Dr. P could feel a few wet spatters hit his face around his mouth. The doctor lifted his mouth away from the delights it was enjoying. "Oooooo, poopy face," Danny cried, pointing to the brown spatters. Both boys turned around to face the doctor. Danny leaned forward, tongue out, ready to lick his wet fart tracks off the man's face. "No you don't, Poopoo Baby," Brian said, gently pushing Danny away. "Since it's your poopoo, it's Poopoo Daddy's job to clean it up." He leaned forward and began licking the shit spatters off Dr. P's face. The man loved the feeling. He loved the idea that he was participating in this depth of filth with two beautiful boys. He loved that they had let him into the world of Poopoo Daddy and Poopoo Baby. When his face was clean, and then some, the doctor turned to the white-blond haired boy and said, "Danny, in my bag there's a blue and white tube in a plastic bag. Can you bring you bring the bag here?" "KY!" Danny chirped. "Sure. I know what that is." The tube looked a little different from the one Brian had used with Danny over the last few weeks. The end had a 3-inch black tube with a bright yellow cover. Dr. P removed the cover and dropped it back into the bag. The tube was covered with small holes. "Why's that on it?" Brian asked. He'd seen KY tubes for seven years and he'd never seen one like this. "It's so I can get the lubricant deeper inside you." "Fingers work for that." "Yes, but this will make the entire process easier, less painful." "I don't mind a little pain, Dr.P" Brian continued. "Maybe not. But I do. I know it will hurt some, but I want to minimize your pain," the doctor responded. "This will almost be like your first time. Well, if you're like the men I've fixed up." "You mean I'm like a virgin again? Like I got my boy cherry back?" "Sort of." Dr. P could read a mixture of emotions cross Brian's face. "But I don't want to be the one to break your cherry, darling. That should be your lover's job. I want Danny to go first. Plus it'll open you up a little for me. Okay, let me grease you up." Dr. P squeezed the tube. KY oozed through the tiny holes. He spread the jelly liberally on two fingers and then spread it evenly around the tip. "It's going to be easier if you get on your tummy and pull your legs in. You know, kind of like a doggy," Dr. P directed Brian. The red haired boy shook his head. "No, sir. I want to watch Danny's face. And when you do it, I want to see yours. You're way different from all the others." Using his middle finger, the man carefully pressed against the recently healed boy hole, rubbing in tiny, almost imperceptible circles. The anus was tight and resisted the finger's entrance then slowly loosened. The finger edged in a fingertip's length. Brian's face twisted in discomfort. And in spite of being fueled by Cialis, the boy lost his boner. "Does it hurt too much, honey?" the man asked. Brian shook his head emphatically. "Help him out, Danny. Brian, bear down like you have to poop." Danny scooted beside his lover, gave him a long, deep tongue kiss, then lay his head on Brian's tummy. He licked the softened penis, then sucked it into his mouth. The effect on Brian was perfect. He drew in a deep breath, his body shook, and his sphincter relaxed. Dr. P's finger slipped in all the way, edging next to the soft mass sitting just inside the opening. "Okay baby, I'm going to keep my finger in and slip the tip of the lubricant in next to it. We have to keep it out of the fecal mass inside you. If we don't the holes get plugged. "Fecal mass?" Brian laughed. "You mean boy shit, don't you?" "Yes, wonderful, soft, stinky, beautiful Brian boy shit. Do you want to get rid of it before Danny fucks you?" "No way, dude. I hella want Danny to fuck my shit!" Dr. P kept squeezing the tube of KY, filling the rectum with a good quarter of its contents. This was far more lube than the man normally used, of course, but he wanted the rectum well-greased. He slowly withdrew the tube, keeping his finger inside. "How you feeling, honey?" "Full. Like I'm gonna poop all over your arm. Horny. Hurts a little. But it's cool." As Brian was talking, the man was slowly, carefully inserting a second finger. Brian could feel the stretching but it didn't hurt much. "You feel loose enough for a virgin boy, honey," Dr. P said. "Do you think you're ready for Danny?" "Virgin boy? Wow! It's been seven years since I lost my cherry. But it does feel tight. And I can't wait to get your your sweet dickie poking at my shit hole, Danny. I got a surprise for you!" "Bet I know what it is, Poopoo Daddy," Danny replied getting into position between Brian's legs. "I bet you got my second favoritest thing in the world waiting for me." "What's that, Danny?" Dr. P asked. "Poopoo Daddy poopoo. Brian's poop. That's what." "What's most favorite?" Danny laughed. "Brian, of course. My Poopoo Daddy!" Brian lifted his knees to his chest as Danny scooted closer, his iron-hard two incher pointing skyward. Dr. P slowly removed his fingers and was about to wipe the slick, jelly and poop smears on the towel he'd slipped beneath the thirteen year old. Before he could, though, Danny grabbed them and sucked them into his mouth. "You like the taste?" the doctor asked. "I don't like KY," Danny answered. "But I love Brian's poop. I guess I'm kinda weird or crazy." "No way, sweetheart. Lots of gay men like poop. You're just a little young, I guess. If you're ready to enter Brian, let me get you situated." Danny giggled. "I think it's funny how you say `enter.' I'm going to FUCK my boyfriend. FUCK his shitter." Each time he said the forbidden word, he yelled it. He then scooted even closer, letting Dr. P bend his boner into place. "Ready, Brian," Dr. P asked? "Fuck yeah. I was born ready!" Dr. P mentally acknowledged that there was probably a great deal of truth to the boy's glib statement. He suspected correctly that Brian's father had probably been sexualizing his younger son from a very young age, much like Danny was doing with Timmy. The difference, though, was that Brian's father -- Michael Sr. -- hadn't cared about his infant son's pleasure when he sexed with him. When he sucked the infant's little penis, he'd nip the foreskin with his teeth or chew roughly on the flaccid little tube. He'd finger fuck him brutally, causing the infant to yowl, the cries ignored by the infant's cranked-up mother. The infant was just 2 weeks old when the man first started having his son suck him. Within a month, he was shoving his cock into the infant's throat, frequently causing Brian to pass out. The lack of oxygen may, in fact, have accounted for the older boy's poor performance in school. Not content to contain the abuse to himself, when Brian passed his third month, the senior O'Herlihy introduced his elder son to the pleasures of abusing his infant brother. He first encouraged five-year old Michael Jr. to feed his hard little boy dickie into the infant's suckling lips. Since Michael had been sexed early as well, he pumped the tiny mouth until he got his feeling. Next he taught the boy to finger fuck his infant brother's hole, then having Brian suck the finger clean. One day ramped up on crank himself, Michael Sr. put a naked Brian on the older boy's bed. He then told the older brother to piss on the little guy, then had him turn and shit on the piss-soaked, shivering naked infant's body. The senior O'Herlihy was so turned on by the sight before him, he climbed on the bed, pushed Michael Jr.'s face into the pile of soft boy shit on Brian's tummy, and brutally raped the 5 year old for the first time. Michael Jr. never forgave Brian for that day, for the brutal rape. But Dr. P didn't know any of these details. He would have been shocked and sickened had he known. But he would not have been surprised. He just knew that the thirteen year old was a very sexy, very sexed up young man who wanted, no needed, to be used hard sexually. Dr. P gently pushed Danny's back, scooting him forward an inch more. With his left hand, the man pulled the teen boy's skinny cheeks apart. With a free finger of the other hand, the hand that had bent the hard, little pecker down, he aimed Danny's cock tip at Brian's hole. "Go slowly, Danny." The last thing Danny wanted to do was go slowly. He'd been on the receiving end of Brian's hard four inches for the last three weeks, starting two days after Brian "came home" and recovered enough to feel horny again. A natural bottom, Danny loved feeling his lover plow his poop chute, something he'd been experiencing at least three times a day. But he also knew how much Brian loved to be fucked, and Danny loved fucking him, sharing something so special with another bottom. So he didn't want to take it easy, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Brian. He slowly pushed forward through the light grasp of the man. His acorn-sized cocklet tip tingled as it pushed against the tight, greasy sphincter. Danny had never felt the older boy's hole so tight before. In the few times he'd fucked Brian, his pricklet slipped in easily. This time, though, he could feel the muscular ring very slowly part as he pushed forward more. Danny's little purple arrowhead tip pushed through the anal sphincter. Brian gasped. "You okay, honey?" Dr. P asked. "Yeah. Hurts a little. But feels so good too," Brian responded. Danny kept pushing, feeling the tight ring squeezing his shaft almost painfully. He pushed forward and could feel the warm soft mass inside the older boy's rectum envelope his spearhead. When Danny bottomed out his two inches he whispered to his lover, "You're so tight, Brian. It's awesome. I love you. I so fuckin' love you." "I can really feel you in me, Poopoo Baby," Brian said. "You feel so good. So big. Go faster. Please. Fuck me harder!" Danny looked at Dr. P quizzically. "Yes, Danny," the man answered the unvoiced question. "You can go faster. I did a good job and you're not going to injure him." That was all the permission Danny needed. He pulled and pushed like a madman. Several times his prick slipped out but his timing was so fast that it poked back in immediately. Within three minutes, his balls tightened. A deep, hot pressure built inside them, and his rod started jerking. He could feel, truly feel, liquid squirt through the spasming piss slit. Not stopping his fucking, Danny called out, "I think I cummed. I think I cummed." "No honey," Dr. P advised, you're still too young. You haven't grown in the right places." "It was really wet. I felt it." Danny's cocklet kept thrusting and retreating. "I think you're one of those rare boys who squirt urine when they cum, Danny. I used to do it before I started wet cumming. Feels good doesn't it?" "Well then, I just peed into your poop, Poopoo Daddy." Danny rode Brian's tight ass for another ten minutes, mashing into Brian's shit and piss-cumming three more times. Dr. P watched Brian's rising excitement closely. Every time he sensed the bigger boy approaching orgasm, he'd give a quick and mildly painful tweak to the teen's almond-sized balls. Finally, worn out, Danny collapsed onto Brian's chest. After a couple of minutes, the older boy started kissing all over Danny's face softly, romantically. "I love you so much it hurts, Danny." "I love you too, Brian." The tears running down Danny's face were wet testimony to the truth of his words. "Now, you ready for Dr. P? I know you need it. I want to help." "Yeah, I'm so ready. Hope you don't mind, baby. I need a big one in me. First I need a favor." "What?" "Get your mouth down there. I got something for you." "You going to poop in my mouth?" "Not poop. Just do it." Danny scooted down between Brian's legs and clamped his lips around Brian's revitalized poop hole. Dr. P watched closely as Brian shifted in the bed slightly, strained, and then farted. The sound and smell were muffled by Danny's lips, but enough wafted to the man's nose to know that Danny was tasting some nasty, fetid stink. "Here it comes, baby," Brian called out as he strained some more. Three good sized squirts of shit-flavored piss splashed into the younger boy's mouth. A few weeks earlier, before the brutal rape, Brian probably would have evacuated his bowels, but the repairs Dr. P had made on Brian's asshole kept it tight enough that only the piss and a few tiny flecks of poop made their way into Danny's mouth. He swallowed eagerly then sucked hard at Brian's hole. His lover rewarded him with two more squirts, the last of Danny's "piss-cum." Danny unclamped his lips from his lover's asshole and slid up on Brian's chest. He pressed his lips against Brian's and forced the spit warmed poopy-piss into the boy's mouth. There wasn't much, but what there was Brian slurped down eagerly. "I got more if you want. My bladder is super full," Danny said sitting closer so his Cialis-fueled, poo-streaked boner poked right at Brian's lips. "Yeah, I do. But maybe Dr. P wants some first." Dr. P looked at the two-inch boner, streaked in brown, eager to be swallowed and cleaned. "I'd love it," the man said. "But I don't want to spoil your guys fun." Danny answered by shifting around on the bed and then kneeling, bringing his boner within inches of the man's face. "It's poopy, Dr. P," the boy said, "and filled with yummy boy pee. And it's all yours." It had been years since Dr. P was a young boy and had engaged in truly nasty play. Sure, he loved cleaning men's cocks after they'd plowed his ass. And he engaged in minor water sports play. But he hadn't licked poop off a boy's cock since he was 14 and told himself that he'd have to stop behavior he'd enjoyed for six years, servicing boys in the neighborhood. Six years of licking dirty ass cracks and pooper holes of boys both younger and older than him. Six years of drinking boy piss. Six years of being on the receiving end of horny boy cocks. Six years of licking dirty boy cocks that had plowed his asshole. Then his parents moved. He finally let the guilt that had started building in him after his forbidden activities get the better of him. He stopped playing with younger boys at that point. Stopped playing with boys of any age. Not until his sophomore year in college did he finally give in to the growing realization that he was gay. But since that time he'd never touched a boy. And he'd certainly never returned to enjoying the brown, nasty filth that had coated the kid-sized peckers he'd let fuck him as a boy. Now, though, Dr. P was presented with two hard inches of straining boycock. Two hard inches streaked with the feces of the boy's older lover. Two hard inches that also promised a squirt or two of warm, bitter, boy-piss. He couldn't resist. He grasped the little boner and licked its length, cleaning it carefully of all the Brian poop until it glimmered with his spit. His tongue traveled down and slurped at the wrinkled scrotum, drawn tightly upward. It probed the tight scrotal skin, jostling the kidney bean-sized balls hiding within. The balls were about to shrink back into Danny's inguinal canal when Dr. P's lips captured them, preventing them from disappearing inside the nine-year olds abdomen. In one quick movement, the man slipped the steel-hard peepee into his mouth. He would have said "penis" in the office, examining the boy. But here, in Danny and Brian's bedroom, sucking on this center of the little gay fairly's boyhood, "pee-pee" seemed so much more appropriate. The man had dreamed of sucking on a pee-pee for so long, and now he was doing it, removing the last shadowy taste of Brian's rectum -- no, not rectum, the older boy's asshole, shit chute, boy pussy. Dr. P felt he should experience at least some guilt for having sunk into such depravity, but he felt none, only joy, excitement, and an incredible need to fuck both of these beautiful boys. As Dr. P came to grips with the depths and joy of his perversity, Danny's body stiffened. The boy had never had his peepee in a man's mouth before this day. It somehow felt so different, warmer, wetter than Brian's mouth. The man's early afternoon stubble softly scratching his belly added to the boy's incredible horniness. Suddenly, the little fairy started shaking and squirted three, four, five shots of boy piss into the sucking doctor's mouth, a shot with each powerful orgasmic spasm that shook his body. "Fucking shit!" the boy hollered. "Fucking fucking fucking shitty piss and shit!" The intensity of his orgasm knocked out all Danny's bladder control. He couldn't have held his piss if he'd wanted. But he didn't want to. As his piss pipe started spewing he grabbed Dr. P by the back of the head and jammed his two-inch dicklet in as far as it would go. Dr. P started gulping as fast as the boy's prick spewed hot, acrid piss into his mouth. Just at the point he felt he couldn't keep up, Danny pulled his cocklet out of the man's mouth and grabbed it tightly. Even with his quick timing, though, he managed to spray Dr. P's face and chest. "Sorry, Doctor Daddy," Danny giggled. "I didn't mean to wee-wee on you." Scuttling around on the bed, he poked his boner between Brian's lips. "Your turn Poopoo Daddy. Drink my peepee, weewee, whiz, tinkle, titi, pissy piss." During his recuperation, Brian had regularly drunk Danny's piss. But he wasn't ready for the explosive force of urine that erupted from the skinny boy's skinny piss pipe. He gulped fast but couldn't keep up. Urine flowed from his lips around Danny's hard on. It flowed from his nose. And it flowed down his throat. Finally the spate of piss slowed and dribbled to a stop. As Danny pulled away from the older boy's face, Dr. P pushed in and clamped his mouth against Brian's. Brian had hoped to share Danny's piss, so he held as much as he could in his mouth when his young lover pulled his penis out. He thought he'd be sharing with the other boy, and was surprised when it was Dr. P's eager mouth and tongue that was slurping on the piss in his mouth. Man and teenager swapped the piss back and forth, diluting it with their spit until little of the salty, acrid taste remained. When nothing but the memory of Danny's piss remained, they separated. Brian laughed then said, "You said to call you Dr. P. Danny called you Dr. Daddy. And since you loved Danny's piss. So I think we should call you Dr. Peepee Daddy! But now I so fucking need you, Dr. Peepee Daddy. I really do! Do it now." Danny threw his arms around Dr. P's neck, hugged him tightly, and chimed in, "Yeah! Fuck him, Dr. Peepee Daddy. Fuck him hard. He told me he really wanted you to. I was jealous at first, but I know he wants it so bad. So I do too! Please, please fuck my Poopoo Daddy!" [email protected]

Our Papa, Our Pimp By Antonio Green [email protected] M+/b+, prostitution, anal, oral, ws, nc, forced, extreme cbt, extreme bdsm, enema (incidental) This story is entirely fiction. It will contain scenes of sexual acts between men and boys and between boys and boys, some rough and/or abusive. It will also contain some scenes involving urination, If reading this type of story is illegal where you reside, or if you are under the age of majority where you reside, or if anything in this story offends you DO NOT READ THIS STORY. However, if you enjoy reading a well-written story of this type and it's legal to do so, enjoy! One more thing: Please do NOT print this story out on a public computer (like in the library). If you do, take it with you! Synopsis: Brayden (12) has "helped" his papa Bill Allred (30s) and uncle Tony Allred improve their quality of life through prostitution. Now it's brother Riley's (9) turn to help out. They are part of a special "scouting" group and while selling door-to-door to raise funds, they get more than they bargained for. Chapter 8 - Ascent from Hell From Chapter 7: "Time to show these little fags what a real fucking's like," Master Ralph continues. "Get `em up on the racks." Riley finally lifts his head and looks at me, eyes wide, forlorn, scared, pleading. Racks. He's seen the video of my first time on a rack quite a few times. I know from the way his peepee would harden -- even as a 6 year old -- that something about rack fucking thrilled him. But I know it also scared him. Scares him. Now we're going to be rack fucked. He's going to get a big -- no I don't mean big, I mean huge -- cock shoved up his almost cherry boy cunt while strapped to a rack. And who knows what else these monsters are going to do to us. Now on to Chapter 8 Master Don lifts me to my feet by my hair and drags me over to Riley. "Take the little freak to that rack over there." He points to a metal rack that's like 8 feet high and 8 feet wide. It's got straps and wires and hoses dangling from in. There's a platform attached to the back of it. Another rack just like it faces it about 8 feet away. I lift Riley up but he can't stand on his own, so I sorta drag-carry him. He's really tiny and light, but it's hard. When I get there I let Riley slump down. He bangs his head, but not very hard. Just as Riley flops down on the floor, a buzzer goes off. Master Ralph looks up toward the ceiling. I'd been so busy looking around at all the torture stuff when I came in I didn't see a bank of 15 large, high-def monitors attached at ceiling height at one end of the room. All but two were dark. Familiar faces stare out of those two -- Papa from one and Uncle Tony from the other. Each is sitting in a large, comfy looking chair in a room I don't recognize. Doesn't look like home. And both Papa and Uncle Tony has a small boy in front of him, sitting on their laps. They look about 7 or 8, but I couldn't really tell very well. The one on Papa's lap has a pale, pale white skin with long black hair. The other boy looks Mexican. Tears stream down both little faces. "I forgot to tell you," Master Ralph said to Riley and me. "We've got 100 people watching in right now, 96 men and 4 women. They all paid really well to see you two whores and to tell us what to do. And we got these two. I think you recognize them. They didn't pay to watch. They're getting paid. Pretty well, too. Any of the men and women can buzz in and give suggestions for what we do for you. Let me tell you, some are pretty nasty guys. "So, Bill and Tony what you want us to do?" My Papa speaks first, "How about some good ball stretching before you rack the brats." Doesn't surprise me that he'd want that. Papa loves torturing balls. Then my Uncle Tony, the man I thought really loves and cares about me, squeaks out, his voice thick with lust, "Why don't you use the fish hooks on one of them. Make Brayden do it to Riley?" I can't believe Uncle Tony's turned like this. "Fuck, yeah, Tony!" my Papa cheers. Just at that point, both boys on the screen shriek out in pain. Papa says, "Double ball squeeze. Sweet, ain't it?" The shrieking continues unabated. "The sweetest," Master Matts says. "Except what we're about to do." Then Master Ralph brings over a large tray like you see in hospital shows on TV. But it doesn't have hospital stuff in it. It's got metal cock rings, leather ball stretchers, weights, and other torture stuff I've had done on me before. But one thing really freaks me. And there's huge, curved fish hooks. Thick, barbed, and NASTY looking. One of my clients wanted to use one on me once, but I wouldn't let him. I remember what Master Ralph said about me having to give Riley pain. I know I liked peeing in his nose. And fucking him was awesome. But I do NOT want to do this to him. It won't be hurting him in sex, which I just discovered I like to do. It'll be just hurting him. No fucking way. Master Ralph says, "Show Riley the fish hooks." I do, of course. "There's five of them, Riley-girl," he continues. "One for each of your little girly tits. One for each of your useless balls. And one for that tiny, teeny little stump you call a dick." Riley's so frightened he can't speak. He just shakes his head frantically, begging with his eyes. "We sharpened them so they're real sharp. That way they'll pierce your skin nice and easy. It'll hurt like a mofo, but it'll be easy. And like I said before, your loving brother's gonna do it to you. Ain't you cock breath?" I don't know what to do. The electric cord's been disconnected from Riley's collar, but Master Ralph has it in his hand, sort of waving it around so we both can see it. "Please don't" Riley whispers. "Please. Please Please." Master Ralph looks directly at one of the more distant cameras. Hmm. Any of you boy fuckers can ring in on this. What should we do? Several more buzzes and the monitors snap alive. Most of the suggestions are "do it anyway." But then my Papa and Uncle Tony buzz back in. "Hey, Dude," my Papa says, "I know how your set up is, but can you keep our monitor live so our whores can see what we're doing to these little brats? And Tony's got a great idea." "Tell you what, Riley," Uncle Tony says. "We'll make you a deal. If you don't want to get pierced in all these great places, they won't." Riley slumps in relief. "Only you gotta pay a price. Know what that price is?" Head shake. "You're gonna trade with Brayden. You pierce him. You okay with that?" FUCK! I can't believe the words coming out of my uncle's mouth. Riley looks at me with the most sunken, devastated expression I think I've ever seen. Hell, I don't want to pierce him. But there's no way in hell I want him to do me. Riley breathes more than says, "Okay." Tears streams down his face. For an instant, I hate him. Hate his pukey little guts. Then that hatred melts as I realize he's got no more choice than I do. I grab his hands tightly. "Do it fast, Riley. I know you gotta do it, so I forgive you. If I yell for you to stop, don't. Just do it as quick as you can." I lean over and kiss his sweat wet hair. Another buzzer. This time a good looking black man appears on one of the monitors. He's lying naked on a bed. He's got a fragile looking white boy -- maybe 11 or 12 -- sucking on him. The boy's got about six inches of a wrist thick double ended dildo sticking out his ass. I've had one just like it in me when a client had me and Markie do a contest to see who could get the most in. That one was two feet long and I won! And we got butt to butt. This one looks just like it and if it's as long as the one Markie and me used, this kid's got more up him than I ever did. The black man speaks in a deep, deep voice. "How about the cha-cha-cha game we talked about. I think the boys will like that one." He reaches around and pushes on the end of the dildo farther up the poor skinny kid's ass. The boy lifts his head off the huge, black cock and screams, "No more! No more! It doesn't fit! It doesn't fit" That doesn't stop the man and he shoves the remaining few inches all the way in. Poop squishes out and smears the man's hand. When Markie and me did it, we'd been cleaned out completely to make room for it. Not this poor kid. He musta been full inside. The man looks at his poopy hand briefly then takes it and shoves the boy's head down over his thick, hard cock -- all the fucking way. You can see the boy gagging silently. Master Ralph signals to one of the other guys. He brings over a glass bottle and some plastic gloves. Master Ralph puts on the gloves. "Since your little sissy brother won't let you do him, we got a special surprise," Master Ralph's chuckling. He shows the bottle to me. Habanero hot sauce. He uncaps the bottle, and spreads a drop all over one of the fish hooks and hands it to Riley. Riley grasps it carefully on the hole, careful to avoid the hot sauce. "One of his tits. Don't matter which one. Do it behind the nipple." Riley's gasping with silent weeping. I know he can't see good. He takes the fish hook and pokes it blindly near my nipple. A tiny drop of blood forms at the point. It hurts but not that much, just like a bug bite. "That won't do," Master Ralph says. He grabs my left tit and squeezes it so my nipple sticks out. "See the round part. Pierce him behind that." He takes Riley's hand and guides it to where he wants my tit pierced. He applies a little pressure and the hook's barbed tip breaks the skin. Now that hurts -- a lot. But I've had worse. Master releases Riley's hand. "Now, you do it ass sucker." Riley starts pushing on his own. Slowly. Way too slowly. It's hurting more and Riley's slow progress makes it shear torture, "Faster, Riley. Please faster," I urge. Riley gasps, "I'm trying, Bray-Bray. I'm trying." But he's slowed down even more. Now the thickest part of the barb's in and blood is flowing from where it's gone in. Riley hasn't poked it back out. I grab his hand and push it as hard as I can. The fish hook jabs back out through my skin. I yell in pain. Riley just yells. "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," he cries. "Push it to that hole in the fish hook," Master Jim says. Riley complies. Suddenly I get it why. Doing that has wiped the habanero sauce off the shaft of the hook and into my pierce wound. "Mother fucker!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "It burns. It burns. It burns so fucking much. Mother fucker!" I swat out blindly at Riley and hit him in the face with the back of my hand. Hard. He wails even more. "Oh man. I'm so sorry. Ow. Ow. I didn't mean to do that baby bro. I'm so sorry." I'm in such agony I can barely see, but I do see Riley with a second, hot sauce smeared fish hook. He squeezes my right tit hard and jabs the hook in as hard and fast as he can. He's pissed at me but it's better this way. Faster. He jabs it through and jerks it back and forth wiping off the hot sauce. Both my boy titties are on fire. I can barely stand the pain. But I grab Riley's head and pull his mouth against mine and search inside his mouth with my tongue. He calms down and pushes his tongue into my mouth. We tongue wrestle just like we do almost every night in bed. He mumbles something into my mouth. "What you say?" "I'm sorry Brayden. I shouldn'ta been so mean." "I shouldn't have hit you. You're my little bro and I gotta take care of you." The burning is fading. Still there but now just a dull heat in the background. I lean over to kiss Riley again when I hear my Papa call out, "Break up this love fest. We want to see the ball piercing." "Yeah!" my uncle yells, "pierce the faggot's balls!" God how I hate the man now. I don't like my Papa, but he's been mean to me like forever. But Uncle Tony? He's a fucking traitor. Master Don pushes Riley and me apart. Master Ralph hands Riley another hot sauce smeared fish hook. He grabs my sack and pulls it taut so both my balls are bunched together. It feels like a slow kick to the balls. I feel like I'm going to puke but I hold it back. "Do it as fast as you can, Riley," I urge. "You really got to push hard, though." Riley takes a deep breath and gently grasps my almond sized right nut. Well, small almond. Another deep breath. This one held. The point of the hook pierces my ball sack and immediately pokes against the hard tissue of my ball. Time seems to stand still but I know he's trying to go fast. Then the pain. Unbelievable, searing, gut twisting pain. Hard pulling through my tiny ball. It feels like someone's crushing my testicle under his heel. I can't hold my guts any longer and I puke all over Riley. "It's okay, Bray-Bray. I got it through," Riley whispers. The hot sauce is taking effect. It burns, but not so much in my testicle. More like in my entire lower parts. And my tummy. I need time to recuperate but Riley needs to get his torture over. He grabs my left nut and the pain starts all over again. Then, blackness. The darkness slowly fades into the bright lights of the torture room. I'm coughing and sputtering from the smelling salts have brought me around to searing pain in both my tortured nuts. My entire scrotum is on fire. My gut aches and my rear end is moist. From the smell I can tell I've soiled myself with what little I had inside. "Little baby pooped himself," a woman's voice calls out from one of the monitors. Unconsciously I swipe my hand back there to see how bad it is. Just clear-ish fluid. Nothing really poopy. Just that awful fishy-poopy smell fills the air around me. Through the fading haze I see a woman who could be one of my schoolmate's moms. Except she's naked and has a naked child's head pressed into her privates. I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl, but it's got short hair and the body looks like a boy's shape. I guess maybe 5 or 6. "Let's get on with the entertainment," the woman says. "I paid good money to see these boys tortured. So give me my money's worth!" Master Ralph smiles and say, "I'm not going to have Riley do the last piercing. There's too much chance he'll rip off your puny pricklet. Don't want to do that. Yet. We got plans for that stupid little girl clit you piss with. I think you'll like it." He motions Master Matts over. The big German pulls me up by my hair. Master Jim takes hold of it and keeps me standing on shaky legs. The German grabs my dink in the middle. I look down. How the fuck could I still be hard? So very, very hard. After all that pain. I glance at Riley. His two-inches are super hard as well. Neither of us has lost a bit of bone. Whatever they shot into us is really good. Like super Cialis. There's no way I woulda stayed hard with just Cialis with all the pain. Master Matts roughly pushes my skin back from my dink head. Then he pinches it to open my peehole. I don't want to watch but for some reason I can't look away. Thank goodness there's not hot sauce on the fish hook. Riley has scooted a little closer too. The steadicam is is catching everything. Master Matts slowly inserts the barbed point of the fish hook into my pee hole and slowly works its way down my shaft. The barb scratches me inside but it's not too bad. When he's about halfway down my shaft he changes the angle and slowly starts piercing the shaft. It doesn't hurt that much. Really it doesn't. Nowhere near as much as the ball piercing. In fact, I kinda like it. Like it so much that just as the big nasty barb pierces through my shaft, I shiver and scream in an incredible orgasm. Bright red then violet pain. I shake all over and slump down. Master Jim keeps his iron grip on my hair. My body weight yanks me down. He jerks my body around by my hair, making it feel like I'm being scalped. This pain -- the pain of my hair being roughly jerked around -- is yellow like the piss thats squirting out two places from my dick. Two wonderful piss holes. Great soaring, shit fucking pain. Somehow everything up to now is worth it. "Would you look at the little cunt whore I made," my Papa says from the monitor. "Pain freak. I shoulda been doing this stuff to him when he was a baby." Uncle Tony chimes in, "You were, Bill. Remember? Not as bad, but you used to get the little poopoo baby screaming good. You stopped when you were afraid he'd be able to tell someone." "Fuck, bro, you're right. Sorry I stopped, now. Fuck. I'm so horny now. This stuff you guys gave us is awesome." This last is directed at Master Ralph and the other men in the room. "I'm gonna try out its lasting power. Tony, you want to join me a dry fuck?" "Shit yeah, man. I'm about to bust a nut. But I want to wait until the boys are on the racks. Okay?" "Can't wait, man. This little brat on my lap is gonna feel it good." With that my Papa lifts pale skinned little boy up at arms length. He's facing out so I can clearly see the tear streaked face and the red, red eyes. He's been bawling a long time, for sure. Then Papa reaches his muscled, tatted arm right around the little dude's chest, real tight like. Papa grabs his precum dripping cock and lines it up with what's got to be the little guys anus. He lifts the boy up a little more then plunges him down with one solid shove. Papa's fat 7 inches must be buried all the way to his pubes. The little guy's eyes open wide but nothing happens for maybe 10 seconds. Then he opens his mouth as wide as it'll open and lets go a silent scream. His head is whipping back and forth wildly. Then the scream breaks through the pain. It trumpets from the monitor and echoes throughout the room. I watch horrified, fascinated, as Papa is pumping him up and down like a big jack-off doll. Suddenly another chorus of screams from the torture room joins the little boy's. I spin my head to see Riley clawing at his junk. "Get it off me. Get it off," he's now screaming. "It's ripping me up!" While I was watching my Papa rape the little guy on the screen, Master Ralph had attached a combo ball stretcher/cock ring onto Riley's tiny equipment. I recognize the type. I've had them on me. They're made small for us small boys. The ball strap squeezes real tight. And it's got sharp little points on the inside. Not big enough to cause any serious damage, but sharp enough to hurt like a motherfucker. Master Don lifts Riley's arms up and Master Jim is attaching two leather cuffs to each upper arm. As I gawk, I can feel the same thing being done to me. The cuffs aren't so bad. They're kind of padded. When I've been strung up with the kind that aren't padded they cut into my circulation and hurt worse than these. These aren't gonna be so bad. For me at least. I don't think Riley's going to like what's going to happen next. A buzzer sounds and another monitor jumps to life. The sounds from Papa and Uncle Tony's monitors soften a little bit but you can still hear the poor little guy yowling. Two men on the new are spit roasting a boy about my age on a gym mat. You know what that is, don't you? Spit roasting? One's got his cock up the boy's pussy. The others got his down the boy's throat. All the way. The boy's struggling weakly and turning blue. The man fucking him is driving into so hard that the the cock in his mouth is being slammed relentlessly into his throat. I figure the boy kid's a goner. "Let's get on with it," the man fucking the boy says. "I wanna see these two whores swinging and screaming." "Fuck yeah!" the other man yells, pulling his cock out of the kid's throat. It's gotta be at least 7 thick inches. The boy collapses onto his head gasping for air then pukes onto the mat. The man lifts him by his hair and rams his hard cock back into the kid's throat. "Shit, I love this stuff you gave us, Ralph. I haven't lost my hardon for 3 hours and it takes forever to cum. Once I do, though, I'm ready to go again right away." Master Ralph laughs. "Yeah it's good shit, ain't it. We all took it too. These poor, little brats ain't gonna get a rest for a long, long time." Almost as if on cue, Riley and me are both grabbed by our hair and dragged underneath the two racks. Ropes are attached to the cuffs around our upper arms and we're pulled in unison so that we're just on tiptoes, facing each other. Riley's stunned but silent. Not so the little guy that Papa's raping. The monitor's sound has been turned up a little bit so that his screams are like background music. Next thing I know, Master Matts is attaching weights to the fish hooks in my nipples. He then snips them, getting them swinging. I try not to yell. I fail. But my shouts can barely be heard over Riley's. Master Jim has attached weights to his titty clamps and has them swinging as hard as mine are. I know what's coming next. I gulp down my pain and set my teeth. No more yelling from me. I'll be fucked if I'm going to add to the chorus of screams filling the room. I'm right. Next Master Matts puts weights on my balls and then on the hook that pierces my penis. He coddles the weights gently, holding them up so I can't feel the weight. Master Jim does the same for Riley. Master Matts and Master Jim look at each other, nod, and then roughly toss the weights down. The iron taste of blood fills my mouth. I'm biting my lip so hard to keep from yelling out. Riley doesn't even try to hold back. He's writhing in pain, but his movements make all the weights swing. Finally, Riley quiets down. His head's slumped on his chest. The only sounds in the room are the sobs and pleading of the boy impaled on my Papa's cock. For the first time I hear him speak. "Pweeze no moah. Pweeze no moah. It huhts. It huhts. Pweeze stop." Then the pulleys. Master Ralph has taken Master Matts' place and Master Don replaces Master Jim. They're pulling both me and Riley up roughly, making sure the trip is jerky and the weights dangling from us swing around. Riley's head jerks upward as if he just woke up. Remarkably, he's not yelling. His dink is super hard. In fact, it's never lost one ounce of hardness. Mine neither. It looks like Riley's deliberately bouncing and jerking around. Fuck! Why's he doing that? It's gotta hurt so much more that way. Then he starts shaking and jerking. I know the pain in his balls, in his dink must be tremendous. He opens his mouth and yowls. But it's not a cry of pain. He's orgasming. He's cumming. Little dude is cumming from the pain. My little bro-little sis is cumming hard from all the pain surging through his body. I'd like to cum like Riley, but it's not enough yet. Not enough pain.I try jerking around as I'm pulled upward. My tits are being stretched and pulled by the weights. My balls are on fire from being swung around on the brutal fish hooks. My dickie feels like it's ripping. I swing and jerk harder. Nothing yet. Then the ride upward stops. Rough hands attach the cuffs to the top of the rack. Must be Master Matts doing it. Master Jim is doing the same to Riley. He's hanging limp now, wiped out by the pain-induced orgasm that wracked his body. I've stopped jerking around, too. While Master Matts finishes his task, Master Ralph ties rough rope around my ankles then ties my legs to the side bars of the rack spreading my legs apart as far as they'll stretch and then some. I've been turned into a wishbone. I glance up. Riley's been similarly stretched and tied. His head remains slumped onto his chest. Next, Master Ralph reaches up to my tits. He strings long, thin nylon cords through the holes in both fish hooks. He attaches cords to the holes in the hooks piercing my balls and my dink. I don't like where this is going. He hands the cords to Master Don. Master Don attaches the cords to Riley. My titty hooks to Riley's titty clamps. My ball hooks to rings on Riley's ball stretcher. He pulls the cords taut so that there's no play in them at all. Then tying them off, he pulls so Riley's and my tits and balls are pulled straight out from our bodies. With our legs tied to the rack, it feels like we're about to have the tender parts ripped off. Searing, red pain shoots through my pierced parts. Riley jerks his head up, his eyes bug out, and he chokes back a scream. One last cord to be tied. This one Master Ralph has the honor of doing. He yanks the cord that's tied to the hook in my penis, pulling my erection down so it points at the ground and not at the heavens. Keeping the cord as tight as he can so the fish hook feels like it's going rip right through my penis flesh, he wraps it around Riley's tiny boy dink. Knot after knot squeeze his tiny bonerette, cutting off the circulation. "Keep him up there long enough," my Papa pants continuing to sodomize the little tyke's bloody anus, "and he'll get his wish to be a girl." Uncle Tony laughs. "Yeah, Ralph, if you cut if off and cook it, save some for me. Course, it's so tiny, you probably won't have much to share." He lifts the little Mexican kid from his lap, lowers the recliner he's sitting in and puts the kid in doggy. The boy collapses, so Uncle Tony lifts him back up. Another collapse. Uncle Tony jabs two fingers in the boy hole and lifts the beautiful brown boy back into doggy. Yes, trussed and tied as I am, I can see just how beautiful he is. I wish he were my brother. I wish both boys were my brothers. &#8232;The tyke knows what's coming. "No! No! No me jodas. No me jodas no mas." I know enough Spanish to know the boy's screaming, "Don't fuck me anymore." Uncle Tony turns the kid around, still impaled on his fingers, to show the bloody, poopy mess that surrounds his kiddy cunt. "Blood and shit. The best fucking lube for fucking' a no-longer-virgin Mexi-whore's cunt." Uncle Tony yanks him back around, props him back up in doggy, and counts to three. On three he rams his cock into the little brown boy's brown eye. His voice joins the screams of the boy near by who my Papa is raping brutally. That chorus is increased by Riley's and my howls as we're each simultaneously rammed by steel hard cocks. I'm hoping Riley has some of the lube left in his gut from when I fucked him. All that I've got is blood and a little poop from the butt plug they'd ripped out of me. Okay, I gotta tell you. I love being fucked hard. Brutally in fact. But the cords on my tits, balls, and dink take all the pain away from my ass where I want it. Rough hands grab me around the waist. Rough hands grab Riley around his waist. It's like watching my own brutal rape in a mirror that shrinks everything like a Fun House mirror. Like they've planned what they're going to do, our fuckers start slamming into us. In three good thrusts, my fucker -- don't know and don't care which of the rapist masters it is -- has his thick rod all the way inside my shitter. A couple of more thrusts and Riley's filled all the way too. I can tell by the way he looks and the way the bleary man behind him moves. Then the really hard fucking begins. They're timing it perfectly. Every slam into me is matched by one into Ri-Ri. Every time they jam into us, Riley and me are pulled apart, ripping at my hooks, yanking at his bound-up boy parts. His normally teeny ball sack looks stretched to like 4 or 5 inches. Blood is dripping from my titties and my balls. My dink piercing is flowing strong. I don't know how long I've been raped and tortured, but it feels like hours. Probably more like 20 or 30 minutes. Riley hasn't stopped screaming the entire time. Neither have the two little guys being raped by Papa and Uncle Tony. My throat is raw, so I guess I've been howling too. Fuck! That stuff they took makes them last forever. I try concentrating on squeezing my ass and rectum on my rapist's cock. "The little fuck whore trying to make me cum," my rapist yells. It's Matts. I can tell by his accent. He grabs the cords attached to me and pulls them upward so my body arches forward. Riley's too. Even eight feet way, I can see his penis being stretched unbelievably forward. My pain is excruciating, worse than anything I've felt before. I can feel the hook in my penis ripping through flesh. Then a jam, thrust, pull out, jam in again, slam. And a bear hug that keep me from breathing. He's cumming in me. The brute raping Riley slams a bit more and then he, too, seems to be filling my little brother's colon with his jizz. Matts takes a few hard breaths then relaxes his grip on me. Now I'm filling up inside. My guts are being flooded with his piss. Master Jim -- now I can see he's my brother's torturer -- yells, "You pissin' in him too?" Then abruptly, all the monitors darken. A few seconds later, the room goes black as well. Suddenly a loud bang and the pain I feel sharpens and courses all through my body. Matts rips his cock out of me and the piss inside gushes out, splashing on the floor. Through the darkness I can hear a similar flood from eight feet away. I'm sure Riley's been freed of the cock that was raping him, too. I can hear the voices of our captors yelling and then the sound of struggles and electric bug zappers from all around the room. I hang there waiting for whatever fate awaits us. I know it can't be good. Then, amid the sounds of struggle, the tension on my titties, my balls, and -- thank gawd -- my penis is gone. The lights come on. Our four torturers are all on their bellies on the floor. Handcuffed. Two appear to be unconscious. Seven other men are moving deliberately around the room. I recognize four. Scout Master Chris, Scout Master Tim, and Scout Master Nick and Darrell, my beautiful big, black man from my deflowering almost four years ago. He's wearing the uniform of our local police and so are three other men I don't recognize. Scout Masters Chris and Darrell come to my rack. Scout Masters Tim and Nick go to Riley. Tears pour down Riley's cheeks, but they're happy tears. I can tell. I know Riley. Scout Master Chris -- no, not Scout Master Chris, "Daddy" -- holds my legs gently while Darrell unties them. Working together, they lower me gently until I'm lying on the ground. I can't imagine anything as gentle as how they lowered me except for how gently Scout Masters Nick and Tim lowered Riley. Daddy and Darrell kneel beside me and kiss me gently. It's then I realize I'm crying as hard as Riley is. There's another man kneeling beside me now. He's opened a backpack and shoots something in my arm. The scene around Riley mirrors mine almost exactly. Kisses. Shots. Care. Love. I drift off to sleep. Epilogue It's been almost four days since Daddy and the other guys rescued Riley and me. I've been in bed the whole time. Can't even get up to poop. Explain this to me, will ya? I've played lots and lots of pee and poop games with my clients. So why do I get embarrassed using a bed pan? Even when it's my beloved, freaky brother Taylor. Well, I don't pee in the bedpan. I pee through a tube in my dink. I'll do that until all the stitches there can come out. Dr. Jones said that will be another week. But I get to get up today and walk around. They warn me I'll be hella wobbly. But Riley will be there for me. It's funny. My sissy boy/sissy girl brother got better faster than me. Seems like the hook through my dink wasn't clean and I got a bad infection from it. But I'm better now. And living with Daddy, Riley, Taylor... Wait a minute, I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's what happened. Scout Master Nick was supposed to pick Riley and me up from our sales trip. Just like I said. But my asshole Uncle Tony called and told him he'd pick us up. Scout Master Nick wasn't really happy with that, but he was my uncle and I'd always talked nice about him. So Scout Master Nick felt he had to agree. Nick went back to the Scout House and told Daddy about the call but also told him about how it didn't feel right. So daddy got the Scout Masters together to look for us. When they got to the house we got kidnapped at, my asshole Papa's car was outside. They watched for about 30 minutes and nobody came out with us. Daddy knew there was a problem. So they drove a little bit away and called some friends of theirs. Cops. Can you believe it! Like Daddy says, when you've got the money he's got, you get all sorts of useful friends. He also called a couple of doctors he knows. Dr. Jones and Dr. Jones. Yeah, right. The cops picked the locks. They used infrared sensors to find where we were. Only they spotted two places in the McMansion where there were people. Two small images and four large ones downstairs. And it was obvious that what was happening wasn't good. But they got images of two big and two small people upstairs. So two cops went up there. One other cop -- turns out a woman cop! -- was responsible for cutting power to the place. And the big group -- the Scout Masters, Darrel, and the other three cops attacked the basement when the lights went out. Most of the rest you know. The doctors came in as soon as the coast was clear and took care of me and Riley. Oops. Sorry, Riley and me. I know you can guess who the other men upstairs were. Yeah, my asshole Papa and asshole Uncle Tony. Only asshole's too good a word for them cuz assholes are fun. Turns out they'd got paid a FUCK LOT OF MONEY for us to be tortured. And you know what? They got paid for the guys to kill us. Same with the two boys they were raping on screen upstairs. Those two kids. Antonio and Teddy. Antonio was an 8 year street kid from Mexico. No folks. Teddy. Well it's real sad. He's 9 but so underfed he looks 6. His mom sold him for a week's worth of dope. So remember how I said I kinda wished they were my brothers? Well, they are! Daddy's adopted them. And Riley. And me. Yippee! Daddy says that Papa and Uncle Tony won't ever bother me again. They and our torturers will go on trial in a couple of years. If they survive jail, that is. One last thing. Well, two. Riley decided he likes his dick too much to become a girl. He's also decided he likes the stuff I like. If it's not too hard, that is. Even the brown room stuff. So now I got a real Daddy who's not real like my Papa but real because he loves me. I still get to play at all the great games I really love to play at the Scout house. I still can have clients if I want, and I do. Riley's starting to feel pretty good about who he is -- a sissy boy who likes to play at being a girl. We both have decided to keep taking the puberty suppression stuff for now. Maybe when I get older I'll want hairy balls and a huge dick. For the next few years, I think I'll like being a little boy down there. Will Riley and I live happily ever after like in the fairy tales? Who know? But I'm happy right now and that's what's important. That's it for now. I'll be writing more about my borther and me. Keep looking. Okay? [email protected]

Brayden's First Brown Room Adventure Part 4 By Antonio Green [email protected] (Mb (multi), bb (multi), incest, scat, ws, B&D, enema, drugs) From Part 3 Deandre's father looked back at me and smiled. "I had a different idea for my shit, young man. But you are welcome to that one piece but no more." I mashed the ball around in my mouth for a couple of minutes, softening it even more. Part of me wanted to swallow it whole, but I didn't want to choke on it so I started chewing. Now that was a first for me! I'd never actually chewed up a solid piece of shit. I guessed I really was a poop-loving little shit-eating faggot. And proud of it! I chewed and swallowed everything in my mouth. There really wasn't that much, but I wanted more. Marcus moved off me, Gavin still attached by the man's big, black hose. Almost everyone stood around me at that point. Everyone except Scout Master Tim who was manning the cameras and Gavin's daddy who was still up inside me. And there was one other person standing there, someone who must have come in without me seeing him. Scout Master Chris! Now onto Part 4 "Brayden, I hope you know how much I love you," he said. "However scat play isn't really my thing. But I could tell from the monitors in the viewing room how much you love it. So, I don't want to get any on me, but I have a birthday present for you." Scout Master Chris pulled a huge, clear plastic bag stuffed full of poop. Some were hard looking turds, some was really soft looking. And everything in between. "This is Markie's, David's, Donnie's, Taylor's and mine from the past week. Plus all the scouts and scout masters while they were here. We have a special way to keep it cold and then warming it up when it's ready to use. In that way, it's like it just came out of someone's asshole. It's a special present for my special shit boy." Markie, David, and Donnie. The three boy whores who were with me during my first pain lessons. I loved them as much as anything. And Taylor, Scout Master Chris's son with the weird, skinny long dick. And Scout Master Chris. The only thing that would have been better would be to have them here right now. But I'd never told them I was a poopoo freak, so I wasn't sure if they'd want to be. Scout Master Chris seemed to read my mind like he could do all the time. "The boys would have loved to be here with you today, but they're all at an important client's ranch. Have to keep the rancher, the ranch hands, and the animals happy, you know." "Me, Daddy! Me, Daddy!" Gavin was calling out, almost in tears. "Let me do it!" I wasn't sure what they would be doing but the little seven-year really wanted to be the one to do it. "There's enough for all of you," his father responded. "But don't you and Daniel have something to give Brayden first?" "YAY! Yeth, Daddy." Marcus moved so that Gavin--still firmly attached to his cock--was right next to my face. Daniel--still attached to his daddy, stood next to them. "Open your mouth, poopoo baby," Daniel said. As soon as I did, Marcus pulled Gavin off his cock abruptly. Gavin screamed. The sudden removal of the huge cock pulled pink rectal tissue out with it. As soon as Marcus's cock was out of the screaming little boy, Gavin's hole began releasing its contents. Marcus dangled the piss and poop spewing hole inches over my mouth. It came out so fast I had to squint my eyes to keep it out. But I kept my mouth open and caught as much as I could. That wasn't one fourth of what Gavin had to give because it was spraying so wildly. I wished I could drink it all. I loved the salty, poopy taste. But I probably would have drowned if Marcus had put him right on my mouth. Marcus must have pissed a ton in the little guy, but finally it stopped. I licked Gavin's hole clean of the few poop smears that stuck to it. Marcus put the tyke down and Gavin ran to his daddy. "Me now, Daddy. You fuck me now. Pwease." "Right after Daniel and Deandre feed Brayden. Okay, dear?" Daniel was already in place, his asshole, puffier and more bruised than when I first saw it, perched right over my mouth. "I won't let it out as fast, Braydie. Try to drink it all." Daniel lowered the final inches until my mouth sealed tightly around his hole. Mouth open, I pushed hard on his tummy. He rewarded me with a quick gush of wet, chocolate-poopy piss. He had far better control of his hole than Gavin, so he was able to get most of it into my mouth and down into my gullet. Except for one time. Right after feeding me a normal sized poopy-pee squirt he giggled then pressed his ass as hard against my mouth as he could and let go a flood. There was so much that I couldn't keep up with it. It flowed freely from my nose, but his cheeks and hole were sealed so tightly, nothing escaped my mouth. Still sealed to him, I sneezed, spraying his peepee-poopoo-caca mixture out my nose. He stopped just in time to keep me from throwing up. After letting my throat and nose come back to something like normal, Daniel finished feeding me carefully so I could swallow most of it. My stomach was bloated with piss, nasty, stinking peepee-poopoo piss. I didn't know if I could take much more piss or shit. Then Daniel moved off me and Deandre took his place. He squatted about a foot above my mouth. "Open wide, pretty white boy," he said. "You ever felched before?" I shook my head. I had no idea what he was talking about. But being a good whore boy, I opened wide. I expected that maybe felching was drinking pee from a butt hole like I'd just done. I watched with interest as Deandre strained. A loud fart erupted from his quivering hole. A little fishy smelling. Then a long, thick, light brown strand oozed from his hole and dripped directly into my mouth. I closed my mouth quickly to savor the taste. So this was felching: eating cum from a fucked asshole. I loved it and loved the taste of Scout Master Tim's cum mixed with Deandre's ass juices. Yummer. Yummers. Another fart, this one a gurgler and a larger, wetter wad of poopy cum drooled from Deandre's hole. I was so busy enjoying the first taste that I hadn't opened my mouth again. This wad spread over my nose, mouth, and chin. Not wanting to miss a drop, I opened my mouth once again and began scraping it into my mouth. Yet another gurgly fart and even more felch drooled into my mouth. I couldn't believe how much was oozing from Deandre's puffy, brown hole. Then I remembered whose it was. Scout Master Tim always delivered a good amount of jizz when he came. So I was able to enjoy even more. Finally, Deandre seemed to relax and the gooey present stopped. Then he grunted. His hole opened up and a spray of mucousy, very wet poo erupted from the hole, completely covering my face in its stench. "That's what we call fuck-poop, Braydie," Daniel informed me from the side. "You ever been fucked and then it's diarrhea time? Doesn't happen with us much, but I guess Scout Master Tim must really jiggled Deandre's insides when he fucked him." I giggled. "Yeah. A couple of times with this one client. I had to run to the pot or I'd a shit all over him." "Shame to waste it," Deandre said, and let go another spate of post-fuck diarrhea all over my face. "Bwayden's too pwetty to be all poopy faced," Gavin said. He kissed my poop covered lips, sucking the diarrhea off. Licked a few swipes off my cheeks, then began wiping it away with his HAIR. With his beautiful, long, girly red hair. As he did, his daddy came up behind him--his dick well-caca-smeared--and rammed it up the boy's hole. "YOW!" Gavin screamed and jerked in pained surprise. "Owie, Daddy. Owie. Owie. Make it owie in me moh hahdeh." Then it struck me. Gavin's daddy had been firmly planted in my hole and now he was in his son's. I'd lost track of my own anus in the last few minutes. I glanced down. Scout Master Nick was kneeling at my hole, the two longer pieces of Marcus's light brown poop nestled in one palm. His other hand was down between my legs. "Gavin's father plugged you before he moved away," Scout Master Nick said. "I'm going to unplug you. Try to keep everything in you. It's going to be hard, Brayden. But you're a good Boy Slut Scout and a good little boy whore, so I know you can do it." I expected my unplugging to be rough, but Scout Master Nick took his time and slowly eased the plug out. As its tapered length eased out of me, I squeezed my poopoo hole as tight around it as I could. My poor hole! It had had its share of pounding today so it hurt to squeeze it. But I like hurt stuff and this wasn't anything compared to what I.d enjoyed just a couple of days earlier from my Uncle Tony and four of his buddies. Finally the butt plug eased out. Just a tiny bit of the pee inside my pooper leaked out, just enough to wet my crack. "You're a good boy, Brayden," Scout Master Nick said. "You didn't lose much at all. How you feel in there?"&#8232; "Full," I answered. "Really full and sloshy. But I can still take your cock in there. I want it. Put it in me, okay?" "In a few minutes, but we got other things for you first." Other things? What could he mean? Then I could feel him pushing something soft and firm at the same time into my hole. I lifted my head to look. The smaller of the two remaining pieces on Marcus's light brown poop. He was slowly slipping its 4 inches into me to join Gavin's monster turd and all the piss inside me. It was pretty wide, but I'd had a lot of wide stuff inside me including some magnificently wide cocks. So it felt good stretching open my poo hole but it didn't hurt at all (damn it!) When Scout Master Chris pushed it all the way in, I could feel my hole close around his finger which he kept inside me for a moment, wiggling it around. "Fuck man, you're totally pissy in there. Before this is over, I so fucking want a taste." As he pulled his finger out, not a drop! I kept everything in. Then he began pushing the larger, slightly thicker piece of Marcus poop into my hole, I laid my head down and closed my eyes to enjoy the slow expansion of my hole as it entered. I stunk something awful and I loved the stink. Pee. Poop. Cum. As I lay in my dreaminess, a pair of hands touched my tummy. Then another touched my chest. And another pair touched my lower abdomen. Warm. Sticky. Even stinkier. The hands rubbed all over me, spreading the stinky stickiness around. One of the hands started rubbing all over my neck and face. And now my legs as the thick, soft, firm Marcus turd was slowly pushed into me. Finally, the six or seven inch piece of shit popped in, but it wasn't pushed in by Scout Master Nick's finger. It was pushed in by something thicker, much thicker. I was overcome with all the new feelings, new excitement so I had to look. I opened my eyes and lifted my head. As I thought, Scout Master Nick was pushing the poop pice into my asshole with his cock. I was being double fucked as it were by a man's cock and another man's turd. My gut was so full of piss, cock, poop, and cum. I cramped for an instant, then the feeling passed and I was overcome with an incredibly powerful need to cum. I looked to my left. Daniel was kneeling beside me, smearing poo from the large clear plastic bag Scout Master Chris had brought. Smearing it on my lower abdomen with one hand--avoiding my iron hard dickie--on on my chest with the other hand. Gavin went back and forth painting my tummy and then smearing the mess on himself: face, chest, tummy, dickie. Deandre was doing my chest and face and neck. And every so often, he'd reach over and spread the thick brown mess on Daniel's body, on his face, nipples, hard hard super fucking stinking hard twelve year old cocklet. Then Daniel would return the favor to Deandre. Or to Gavin. "There's so fucking much shit," my 12-year old host proclaimed. "We've never, ever had this much to play with before. It's fucking awesome! Hey, Braydie. How you like being a total poopoo baby. You're gonna be darker than Deandre even!" Then he started laughing and couldn't stop. The laughter was catching. Deandre began then Gavin, all laughing at my being painted with massive quantities of poop. Poopoo. Poopies. Caca. Shit. Dookie. Doodoo. I started laughing just as hard, but the laughter didn't lessen my urgent need to cum. Now! I scooped up a thick handful of poo from my belly and began jacking wildly on my peg. All this time, Scout Master Nick was pounding his cock into the mess in my rectum. Push and pull. Push and pull. I could feel how squishy I was down there every time he slammed into me. Now the funny thing is Scout Master Nick was usually the scout leader who was most gentle with me. Not now. Not now at all. Maybe the poopiness was making him hotter, but he was really jamming his cock into me. Every time he bottomed out in my bottom, I'd squirt out a little of the pee from inside my ass. Poopy pee so it stunk. "Not gonna last long," he screamed as he began really slamming into me. "Gonna cum right now!" With those words, he scooped up some of the dookie I'd been painted with and forced it into my mouth. He jerked his cock out of my hole--and I lost a big squirt of poopy pee from my gut--and began jerking himself with the shit that remained on his hand. "Eat that shit, shit faggot motherfucker cocksucker!" Scout Master Nick screamed. Then his cock erupted and he spattered its load all over my tummy. He seemed to cum forever, and seeing his cock shooting its load on me made me cum with my poopoo dickie jerking. I looked down at my tummy. A big wad of pearly white spunk splattered near my belly button. More kept splashing out all over my poopifed lower parts. It looked beautiful, all gIittery and glisteny lying against the deep brown coating of shit. I kept jerking on myself while Scout Master Nick kept up his poopy pud pounding. Once again, the stuff they'd given us was doing its job. My big-O would peak and almost take me over the final edge, only to pull back a tiny bit then climb again. While we were both cumming for what felt like forever, Scout Master Nick continued smearing my face with the shit from my chest and tummy, pushing large wads into my mouth. I gladly mashed it around, chewed, and swallowed it. "MOTHERFUCKER! I can't take it anymore!" Daniel yelled. He pushed Scout Master Nick's hand away from my face and jumped on the bed, straddling my head. He jammed his poopoo covered dick into my mouth and began violently fucking me face, scraping poop into my mouth as he did. I was cumming. Scout Master Nick was cumming. And now sweet Daniel was cumming in my mouth, but instead of jizzing down my throat, his dick delivered the only thing it could give anymore. He pissed. Hot. Bitter. Strong. Salty boy piss mixing with the doodoo in my mouth and sliding down my throat in a gooey mass. I felt my tummy turn over and began to retch. I tied to force it back, but I couldn't. Vomit erupted from my mouth. Only it wasn't really puke. It was a bunch of recently swallowed poop, softened and diluted with Daniel piss. Wow! It was like I was pooping out of my mouth. The poopy barf--or was it barfy poop--squirted violently out of my mouth around Daniel's still thrusting dick. Some went out my nose. It all smeared my face and Daniel's pubic area. Smeared it bad. Daniel eased down from his orgasm and eaed his dick out of my mouth. His face, chest, tummy, lower belly, and dickie had already been smeared with masses of poo of varying colors and consistency, poo from us poop freaks here and poo from Scout Master Chris's massive, wonderful, filthy poop collection--poop he and our buddies had smeared all over him. But his face and dick glistened with my recent oral offering. "MMM," Daniel moaned, "poopoo puke." Daniel leaned forward and licked the `poopoo puke' that was smeared around my face. Then his tongue, his delicate, sweet, wonderful tongue pressed into in my mouth. One time a couple of years ago, my Papa made me eat some creamed Brussels sprouts. I couldn't swallow them at first but he made me by squeezing my balls really hard. This was before I learned how much I loved pain, so I did what he made me do. After getting them all down, I couldn't stop it. They all came up and I puked them on my plate. Papa was NOT happy. He made me eat the puke. I cried and cried, but I had to or he'd cut my balls off. Or at least he said he would. I ate it all and then promptly barfed it out. I don't know how many times we went through this. Finally, he just beat me. Since that time, I've hated the smell of puke. Hated the thought of puke. But now Daniel was feeding me back the poopy-pissy puke I'd just recently disgorged. For an instant, I panicked. Would I throw it back up like I'd done with Papa? No. I could tell that now this was different. What Daniel was feeding back into my craw wasn't nasty Brussels sprouts. It was nasty poo and pee. It was his and other boys' poo I loved. And as nasty as it was, I was nastier. All too soon, he'd cleaned my face. He looked up at his daddy and chirped eagerly, "Daddy! The poopinator. Get the poopinator. Get two of them!" He then offered me his dark brown, glistening dickie area. "Cwean your poopy-pukey off me pwease, Bwadie?" he said, deliberately trying to sound like a little boy, like Gavin. I had no idea what Daniel meant by the poopinator, but I sure as heck knew what he wanted me to do. So I licked his hard four incher and all around it, cleaning it off my poopoo-vomit as well as the poop he'd been jacking off with earlier. Of course, I'd already sucked off most of the poo when he'd been fucking my mouth. But his lower tummy area was filthy, nasty, yucky, and oh so delicious to lick clean. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dale carrying two strange looking objects. These were obviously the `poopinators' that Daniel was talking about. I pulled away from Daniel's pubis to get a better look. The entire thing was clear, rubbery plastic, about 9 inches long. (I measured the whole thing later). One end was tapered a little bit like a really thick, 6" long butt plug but it had two hoses with a pump-up thingy on them like you see on a blood pressure machine. The whole thing, other than the tapered part, was 3" in diameter. The other end of the poopinator was like a really wide hose, and it was capped off. At its smallest, the tapered part was 2". And the largest part of the taper was a full 4". I had a good idea where it was going and I wasn't sure if I wanted it up inside me. Dale handed Scout Master Nick--who was still between my legs--one of the objects. Daniel swung around on his knees so that his dirty butt cheeks were close to my face. "Ready, Nick?" Dale asked the man at my hole, sliding next to my head so that he could have access to his son's asshole. Scooping up a wad of shit, Daniel's daddy lubed the tapered end of the poopinator. I began feeling pressure at my hole just as Dale began pushing the end of the object into his son's anus. The opening of the tapered end was rounded but it hurt my hole as Scout Master Nick began pushing. Daniel sucked air as his daddy pushed it forward, so I knew it hurt him, too. But soon, the openings of the two poopinators had forced their way into our rectums. I could feel some of my fullness ease up. The plastic hose sticking out of Daniel's anus was clear. So I peaked around his cute body. I could see that part of my poopinator was filled with dark brown, thick gooey, liquidy stuff. The piss inside my intestine mixed with poop, both mine and other poop that'd been forced into me. I was relieved to have the discomfort and fullness ease up but I kind of missed it too. My relief wouldn't last long, though. The men continued pushing forward slowly, steadily, so that the business ends of the devices were stretching both our holes. I couldn't believe how wide Daniel's little pucker stretched. I'd had big, fat dildos and big fat cocks in mine, and the poopinator still hurt going in. Finally, Daniel's device had made it all the way to the part where the taper ended. Just like on a butt plug, there was a slight indentation whose purpose was to keep the poopinator in place. A moment after Daniel's device was in place, mine sank in as well. Then the real torture. (Well, not that bad, really). Dale began pumping the bulb that was attached to Daniel's poopinator. Scout Master Nick began pumping mine. The tapered part of the device--the part buried in my rectum--began to inflate and stretch my inners something fierce. From Daniel's grunting, he was feeling the same mixture of pain, fullness, and discomfort I was. While the part of the poopinators inside us was still being pumped up, Daniel called out, "Daddy, Daddy, hook us up. Get us started." Dale, Daniel's daddy, signaled to Deandre and Gavin who up to this point had continued smearing feces (in Deandre's words) all over the two of us and each other. The two poo-covered kids disappeared for a moment then returned, Deandre to Dale and Gavin to Scout Master Nick. Each of the caca boys carried what looked gigantic plastic hypodermic syringes about two feet long. What should have been the pointy needle ends weren't pointy. They were as wide as the hose parts of the poopinators. The back end had a big plunger thingy. And I bet you know what they were filled with. Poopoo. Lots and lots of poopoo. "Hook us up!" Daniel called out again. Scout Master Nick attached the end of the poopoo-filled tube to my poopinator hose end and handed the plunger end to Gavin. Dale hooked up his poopoo-filled tube to his son's poopinator and handed that plunger end to a kneeling Deandre. The tubes were so large and full neither boy could have held one on his own. "There's over a gallon of nasty, sick, fuckety-fuck fuck dookie poopoo caca shitty-shit in here, Brayden," Daniel told me. "It's from me and Gavin and Deandre and our daddies and some guys you don't even know. There's even some from Gavin's two-year old brother. Are you ready to be super poopinated? It's hella great!" Now don't forget Daniel was kneeling over my face so I could see exactly what was going on. So once we were `hooked up,' Daniel yelled out, "Poopinate us!" I could see Deandre pushing the plunger on his poopinator. Although I couldn't really see it, I could feel Gavin's efforts inside my rectum. As Daniel's poopinator plunger moved slowly down the tube, my gut was filling up. Filling up with gobs and gobs of shit. Boy shit and man shit. I was already pretty will stuffed with piss, with Marcus's two turds, and with Gavin's super turd. Now this! It was like a giant poopoo enema. My tummy was swelling and I was cramping like a motherfucker. Daniel's tummy was beginning to bulge as well. Gavin began singing in his high, clear, little boy voice a song that sounded like the "Oscar Meyer Wiener" song... "I love to poopinate my good friend Brayden That is what I really love to do-oo-oo. I push the poopinator's big long handle And fill him up with tons of stinky poo" When he finished, he gave a huge shove to the handle. It's a good thing Scout Master Nick was holding on tight because if he hadn't been, Gavin would have shoved a bunch more of the actual tubing into me. As it was, the shove pushed my aching hole in, causing me to yelp But the little seven-year old's pressure on the plunger did send a huge glump of poop into me. Now THAT had me really yelling. I was cramping something fierce like I've never cramped before, so hard I thought I might puke again. I was sure my tummy was going to explode. For real. "Help your poopoo buddy out, Gavin," Scout Master Chris said from beside me. My face must have shown how bad I hurt. So still pushing the plunger and filling me up even more, Gavin grasped my stiffy and began jerking it with poo he scraped up from my tummy. That was enough to take my mind off the pain and fullness while he finished pushing all his nasty load into me. Daniel grunted every time Deandre pushed the plunger on his poopinator, but he didn't seem like he was experiencing the same level of discomfort I was. Made sense. His poop chute hadn't been previously stuffed like mine had. Soon after Gavin finished filling me, Deandre's plunger also bottomed out. Daniel was full. "Now what?" I wondered. Daniel stood up very gingerly and scuttle-walked toward my feet. Still holding onto my poopinator, Scout Master Nick and Gavin moved out of the way so that Daniel could slide in between my legs. He looped his thin, tan legs over mine and lay down. "That was awesome, Deandre," he said. "I love being poopinated. But now the real fun with Brayden begins." Scout Master Nick and Dale worked on our poopinators. I couldn't quite tell what they were doing, but they both pumped up the second bulbs on the devices. I expected the inside part to get bigger or smaller, but I couldn't feel anything. Dale later explained that the pumping closed up the poopinator so that nothing inside us boys could come out when they worked on the next part of the process. What was the next part of the process? When Dale and Scout Master Nick had finished the pumping, they disconnected the plunger things. They moved Daniel and me closer and then attached a short length of clear plastic tubing to both of our poopinators. It fit perfectly and the men maneuvered us so that Daniel and I were connected by the wide tubes that ran between us. We were about six inches apart at this point, pretty much poopinator to poopinator. The tube connecting the two parts in our butts had a small little tube sticking up from it. The purpose? I had no idea but I would soon. Anyway, once we were hooked up together, as Daniel called it, the men released the bulbs they'd just pumped up. Have you ever had to go potty really bad and held it for a long time? Then just as you start to squat over the toilet your butt just lets it all go in one big whoosh? That's what it felt like. My butt just opened up. A bunch of poop whooshed out. But the only place it could go was into the tube connecting Daniel and me. Same thing happened for him I guess cuz he made a funny noise that sounded a lot like the funny noise I made. "Okay, Brayden," he panted, "start pushing like you've gotta take a huge dump. Push hard." I did. I could feel a mass of wet poop pushing out my hole. Daniel grunted and moaned louder than before. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he screamed. "Fill me up poopy baby. Fill me with your pissy shit-shit." Now I knew what was going on. As I was pushing the poop out of me, I was pushing it into him. "Don't stop, motherfucker. This hella kills. Don't stop." I don't know if I could if I wanted to. Finally letting out the mass of shit that's been stuffed inside me felt so good, too sexy to stop. Have you ever had a poop that gave you a cum? I have a couple of times. Barely touched myself and little Brayden was jumping around. They're great and I knew I was ready for one right then. So I grabbed my poopoo smeared little dink and started jerking on it as I forced more and more poop out of my gut and into Daniel. I could hear Daniel begging me to keep filling him. I could hear Deandre and the men around me cheering me on. And clearest of all that was Gavin's sweet, high voice. I did a poopy on the kitchen floor I did a poopy by the bathroom door I did a poopy on my messy bed I did a poopy in the flower shed And I love to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I do the poopy dance I did a poopy on my Daddy's bed I did a poopy on on Brayden's head I did a poopy on a dinner plate I ate that poopy and it tasted great And I love to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I do the poopy dance I did a poopy in my friend Daniel's hand Then he poopied in my own small hand I rubbed the poopy on his rock hard dick He rubbed his poopy on my little stick And I love to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I do the poopy dance My big friend fucked me with his poopy cock He fucked me hard and my bed did rock Then Daddy fucked me up my poopy ass He squirted in me and gave me gas And I love to do my poopies in my underpants And every time I do one I do the poopy dance Gavin's song had everyone laughing along with their cheering me and Daniel. Gavin's daddy told me one time later when I was at their home (and yes, we had a filthy, sexy time) that Gavin has this thing where he can make up songs right on the spot. He's also got what's known as eidetic memory which means he remembers almost everything. But for him it's really strong with music and tunes. So Gavin's cheering. The other guys are cheering and laughing. And I'm pushing poopoo as hard as I can and jerking myself. Then Daniel yells, "Stop it! I'm gonna burst!" I didn't. I kept pushing and jacking and suddenly Daniel screamed really loud, "I'm cumming motherfucker. I'm cumming fucking damn it shit fucker asshole poopoo eating cocksucker!" And I'm cumming too. Only when my spasms started, I stopped pushing the poop out. For a brief moment, a very brief one, I felt like I wasn't so completely stuffed with shit. It felt like I still needed to shit, but not as urgent as a couple of minutes earlier. Then Daniel had the upper hand. He was still swearing like a fucking trucker, but he was now the one pushing. I was filling back up again. Filling and filling and filling until I was as full as before. Then he pushed even more and I was going to explode pissy, poop Brayden insides all over. I could even taste poopoo in my mouth--not like before from eating it, but like it was coming right up my gullet. And I was still cumming and it sounded like Daniel was too. I didn't think I could take any more shit pushed inside me so I tried to push back. No luck. It was still snaking in me. I pushed again. Still no luck. Then everything slowed, then stopped and slowly reversed from inside me. It's like a tug-o-war between Daniel and me only it's a poopoo-push-o-war. Back and forth we went. I slowly came down from my cum and then Daniel came down from his. His daddy told us we'd cum without stopping for at least 3 minutes. We shoulda been exhausted, but the sexiness, all the poopoo play, and the drugs kept us going. Now we were hysterical, laughing and forcing the shit that had been forced into us earlier back and forth between us. Then it started raining--raining Daniel piss. "Sorry, Brayden. I can't help it," he pleaded. Only he could help it. He was holding his dickie and aiming it right at me. I tried to piss but only ended up pushing harder. No piss from Brayden! But Deandre and Gavin decided to join in the fun and they both started pissing on Daniel, then on me, and then on each other. Finally, Daniel cried, "No more. You win. I'm exhausted. I can't push no more poop. You win." I could feel all the pressure in my butt release. I was going to take my victory over this beautiful, shit-covered boy with a few more pushes, filling him back up so that his tummy puffed up like mine was. But I, too, was tired, so I couldn't do too much. I think we were both pretty equal with how full we were. Only I knew that Gavin's super turd was till inside me. Scout Master Nick knelt beside me and said, "There's one more part to the poopinator play, Brayden. Hang in there." Then Dale connected a small hose to the little tube sticking out of the big one connecting Daniel and me. Water! Warm, almost hot water flowed into the bigger tube and forced most of the filthy contents into each of us. It was like getting an enema from a firehose. Thank god it didn't last long. Then Dale and Scout Master Nick pumped the second bulb up so that both poopinators closed up. They then disconnected the large tubing that had connected Daniel's and my poopinators. Having done this before, Daniel knew what to do. He stood up, belly distended and grimacing in cramps. I stood up as well. When I did, the cramps overtook me. Daniel beckoned to Deandre and Gavin. "Come on shit fuckers," he said menacingly. "Down!" He pointed to the space between us. Gavin and Deandre complied, kneeling between us. "Turn around, Brayden," he directed me. It was nauseatingly painful to move, but I managed to turn around. Daniel backed up to me and pressed his back all the way down to his butt cheeks against my back and butt cheeks. "Okay, Daddy. Let's give these two shit-eating, cocksucking, pig fuckers what they deserve." I know it sounds funny for me to say, but even though Daniel sounded angry, he also sounded like he was playing. In love and playing at the same time. Scout Master Nick and Dale worked in tandem at the first bulbs they'd blown up earlier. I could feel the plug inside me deflate. As soon as they were small enough to pull out without hurting us, the men yanked them out in unison. For the briefest of moments nothing happened. And then at the same time, Daniel and I erupted from our butt holes. Great gushes of poopoo and peepee gushed from us, spraying on the two boys underneath our assholes. Deandre and Gavin had their heads up, mouths open like little birdies waiting to be fed. Only they weren't being fed worms. They were being fed shit and lots of it. The major part of the flow slowed then stopped. Daniel took a deep breath then shot out five more splatters of peepee-poopoo. I did the same, but I was only able to get out four. At last we were both pretty empty, except I still had one major thing left inside me. Gavin's super turd. It felt like it was right at my hole, ready to come out. And Gavin knew it. He got up on his knees and planted his lips against my hole. "Wet me have my supa tood back, pwease, Bwayden" he lisped around my cheeks. I strained. My hole was very loose from all the abuse it had taken. So the monster pushed out easily. I looked over my shoulder to watch this incredibly cute seven-year old, red headed boy (whose red hair was now closer to brown). As I strained, his cheeks bulged and he pulled back a little so we could all watch. The dark brown, three inch thick turd inched its way into his mouth. He shifted a little and tilted his head back. "Look at that!" I cried. "The little shit eater's deep throating the super turd!" When it had all passed through my asshole, Gavin had a good five or six inches in his mouth and partly down his throat. He stood up, turned me around and pulled me down to his eye level. I knew what he wanted. I took the end of the monster turd in my own mouth and pushed it in until Gavin and I were lip to lip. We were kissing around this massive piece of shit he'd produced in his guts. He pulled back so that only the very end was in his mouth. I did the same. Without saying a word, we simultaneously began chewing. Chewing and swallowing. And moving ever closer until our lips touched once more. When we were finally done eating, we let our tongues explore each other's mouths, cleaning bits of poop out of each other's teeth. I was--at last--a completely perverted, shit eater. So was my little buddy. When we parted, the men and boys surrounding us started cheering for us. Daniel pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. "Happy birthday, Poopoo Baby," he said quietly. "You're one of us, now. You've now got three poopy caca doodoo boyfriends. We love you, you know." We were all pooped and fucked out. It was time for a rest. Everyone--except Scout Master Chris who had to go back to the office--lay down. Us boys on the shitty, filthy, dirty mattress, the men on one of the clean ones. &#8232;Scout Master Tim passed among us and gave each of us two pills: another Cialis and one I didn't recognize but thought was probably that great sex pill that was even better than Ecstasy. (I was right!) "These will take effect in about an hour," he told us. "By then you should be rested and ready for more play. Until then, take a nap." We did as he suggested. By the time us boys woke up, all the poopies on us had dried and was crusty. And we were hungry. So started the second part of Daniel and my special poopoo party. But that's a story for another time.

It Started in Water -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may not repost this without the expressed permission of the author. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- It Started in Water (m/f,exh) by Harry Perry ([email protected]) *** This is a partially true story which never went as far in real life. I went skinny-dipping and got caught by a 13-year old. *** My parents took my brother and me on a trip across the country to visit our grandparents in Hemet, California. We lived in New York at the time, and so this was an especially big trip for us. The drive was long and very enjoyable, even at our young age. Being only ten, my sex life was non-existent. This isn't surprising for most because ten is an awfully early age to even be considering it. For me it was different because I was horny at the age of four. Anyway, that's the earliest I can remember playing with my hard-on and enjoying it. When we arrived in Hemet, we stayed in a motel at the edge of town that had a small pool, as all motels do in California, with a great curving slide. My brother, who was five at the time, and I got into our bathing suits as soon as we arrived and headed straight for the pool. It was over 100 degrees outside, and we couldn't wait to cool off in the inviting light blue water. After a while, we went over to Gram and Gramp's house and visited for a few hours. Marc and I were a little bored as there was little conversation that interested us, so we went out into a field behind the house and romped around until Mom and Dad came out to take us back to the motel. For some reason, jet lag or whatever, I passed out in the car, and Mom and Dad decided to let me sleep in the motel while they took Marc out to dinner with them. Since I had been munching constantly during the day, they weren't concerned about me going hungry, besides, we had munchies in our room. They were going to meet Gram and Gramp, and so I knew they would be gone for a few hours. By the time they had showered and changed for dinner, I was wide awake, but I pretended to be sleeping so that they would leave and not consider taking me along. I was all excited about being left alone in the motel where I could watch TV or even go for another swim by myself. It wasn't ten minutes after hearing the car drive away before I was up and had the TV going. I found some old R-rated movie that I normally wouldn't be allowed to watch. My parents were very strict about my watching TV since my grades in school were nothing to brag about. Mom, Dad and Marc wouldn't be back for at least another hour and probably two, and that meant I had lots of time. The movie turned out to be pretty boring except for one scene that got me thinking. In it, the main starlet was swimming naked in her boyfriend's pool. Of course in those days, we didn't see anything on the TV, it was just implied, but it got me all turned on anyway. Since my parents like to eat dinner at 10 PM, and it was then about 10:30 and dark outside, I thought about sneaking out to the pool to go skinny-dipping. My little hard-on jumped to full erection just imagining what it would be like. The light in the pool had been turned off for the night, and there was no way anybody would know I was there. Just how daring are you?' I asked myself as I stripped naked. The idea of going outside completely naked made my heart throb in my chest. My mind wandered to different things that I wanted to do while outside to turn myself on even more. I considered different ways of exposing myself, and my little penis stood as erect as it ever had. I let my fingers feel its warmth and stiffness as I grabbed a towel. I turned off all the lights in the room and slowly opened the door. No one was outside, and the parking lot was even empty in front of the motel. There was no moon, and it was completely dark except for a few streaks of light from the neon lights in front of the motel. I thought about wrapping the towel around me, but the thrill of walking naked and completely exposed across the parking lot got me even more excited. My little hairless penis was standing at full erection as I stepped into the parking lot that separated me from the pool. I threw the towel over my shoulder and paraded as proud as I could to the gate in the fence that surrounded the pool. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to feel the cool night air against my naked body. The lukewarm breeze blew into my face and cooled my sweating cock and balls, reminding me of how exposed I was. Just as my hand touched the handle to open the gate, a car drove up and pulled into the parking lot. As quick as I could, I pulled the towel off my shoulder and wrapped it around my waist, hoping no one had noticed. My bald little cock was still hard and created a little point in the towel in front of me, but at least it was covered. The car pulled in front of one of the rooms, and three people got out. They were talking and laughing about something, but didn't seem to notice me. I stood very still, not getting into the water, waiting to see what they were going to do. I could tell there was one woman and a man, but I couldn't tell what the third person was. When they finally entered their room, I let out a little sigh of relief and proceeded to get into the pool. Flopping my towel over the back of one of the chairs, I lowered myself into the cool water. The outside air had dropped to about 80 degrees, and the water felt just a little bit cooler. I felt the water as it rose to cover my balls and still erect cock. God it felt sexy! After lowering myself all the way into the water, I quietly paddled around the pool, enjoying the feel of the water as it swirled around my cock and balls. Never before had I felt so sexually stimulated, but being as young as I was, I had no idea how to take it further. I just thrilled to the feel of warm liquid swirling around my highly stimulated groin. Suddenly, the door to the motel room where the three people had just entered opened. This shadowy figure stood there with the light from the room behind her. I could just make out the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing dark hair, I didn't know how old, though. "I'm going to go out and sit by the pool for a while," she said. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Is that okay?" "Sure, go ahead," came a response from inside the room. "Just don't make it too late." Oh, shit!' I thought. How am I going to get out of this one? Maybe if I'm real quiet and I stay in the water, she will never notice I'm here. Hopefully, she won't stay long, and I can go back to my room before Mom and Dad get back.' Very quietly, I glided into a corner on the deep end hoping that it was dark enough that this girl wouldn't notice. My cock started to soften from the nervous feelings I had of being caught. After she sat down in the chair that had my towel over the back, she said, "Hi, whoever you are. I know you're there, so don't try to hide." I didn't answer her, wondering how she knew I was there. Maybe she was just testing and wasn't really sure there was someone in the water. Hell, she had to know someone was there. She had a dozen chairs to choose from, but weaved through them to find the one with my towel on it. "I saw you getting into the pool," she tried again, "so you can come out from the corner." "Hi," I said quietly, almost hoping she wouldn't hear me. "What are you doing?" "Uh, just swimming around." At this point, I knew there was no point in hiding in the corner anymore, and I didn't want her to be suspicious, thinking I was doing something wrong, so I treaded water gently until I was about at the center of the pool. "So, what's your name," she asked politely. "Uh, Kevin," I said, wondering how old this girl was. "What's yours?" "Carla," she replied. "Why don't you come on over here where I can see you?" "Uh, okay," I said, wondering just exactly when she saw me getting into the pool. Did she know that I didn't have a suit on? Is that why she was baiting me? I slowly paddled over to where I could touch the bottom and half walked, half floated around while talking to her. We talked for a few minutes about the weather, the night sky and other things. I did find out that she was 13 years old (an older girl, I thought) and also on vacation to visit family. She was from Northern California (a California girl to boot). I couldn't see her very well, but I could tell Carla was a very slender girl and quite well developed for her age. She was wearing some kind of dark dress that appeared to cling to her body, and she had long, straight dark hair that went quite a ways past her shoulders. It appeared that she had been out for a formal dinner or something with her parents. While we talked, I continued to swim/walk around the pool, never allowing my lower body to come near enough to the surface that she would be able to figure out I didn't have my suit on. It was an incredible turn on to be talking to this older girl while I was stark naked, and my penis grew back to its solid state. Here I was, standing in front of a girl I didn't even know with a full erection, and she didn't know it. I had such a strong urge to let her see me just to find out what she would do, but I was afraid she would go tell her parents, and I'd get into trouble. As time went on, though, I took bigger and bigger risks. I felt confident that she couldn't see into the water, but I wasn't absolutely sure. I figured she would say something if she noticed. My risks were pretty minor. Things like getting closer and closer to her while always facing her and occasionally allowing the water level to get below my belt line, just above my hard-on. I wondered if she could see my little pecker through the dark water as close to the surface as I allowed it to get. "So," she said after we'd been talking for a while, "aren't you getting cold? Why don't you come on out and sit with me for a while?" "No, thanks, I'm just fine," I told her. "Well, I'd like to see you better," she pushed. "Well, I can't," I said, lowering my voice. "Why not?" "Well - because I'm not wearing a bathing suit," I confessed, feeling a little more comfortable with her now that we had talked. Also, the thought of her knowing just excited me even more. "What!" she exclaimed, "I don't believe you!" Even in the dark, I could make out a big grin stretch across her soft face. I think it excited her, too. "Well, I am." "Prove it," she dared me. "Uh, how?" I asked her. "I'm not going to show you!" "Well, why not?" She leaned forward, trying to see through the water. "Uh, I don't know," a bit of modesty came over me, and I wasn't quite ready to expose myself to a total stranger. Of course the thought of doing it also excited me. "Well then, I don't believe you," she continued in a haughty tone. "I bet you're just trying to make fun of me." Suddenly, I got an idea. "Okay," I said, "come over here." I was standing at the side of the pool closest to where Carla was sitting. She got up, and I noticed for the first time how nice her figure was in the soft light of the stars. She had grown some fairly nice breasts for her age, and her long dark hair, glistening in the faint light, separated over her shoulders so half spilled over her breasts and the rest went down her back. "Okay, now what?" she said as she crouched down in front of me. At that distance, I could see that she was wearing a tight black evening dress that was cut fairly short for a 13-year old girl. None of the girls in my home town ever wore anything that short or that tight. She made sure to keep her knees together so that I couldn't see up inside. Of course in the dark, I wouldn't have been able to see anything anyway, but I was still disappointed. "Here, give me your hand," I instructed her, thinking I could run her hand over my hips and let her feel that there was no bathing suit. She leaned way over, and I pulled her hand into the water near my left hip. As she leaned further forward and her hand touched the top of my thigh, I noticed her cleavage was just inches from my face. I was absolutely amazed at how well developed she was and how soft, yet firm, her breasts looked. This was the first time I'd ever been that close to a real girl's breasts, so I was eager to see as much as I could. The dress was too tight to open and allow me anything more than a deep cleavage shot, but at my age, that was more than any boy could ask for. My cock was as hard as it had ever been as I directed her hand and felt it lightly slide up my thigh. It felt so exciting to feel her fingers touching me in such an intimate area. She pulled back as if she couldn't reach my side, and I had to forcibly keep her hand on my hip. Just as her fingers reached my belt line, she purposely jerked her arm from my grip and slid it to the right, feeling my pelvic bone and abdomen. Normally, I would have pulled away out of embarrassment, but for some reason, I was so turned on by her touch that I just stayed still, staring at her tits, as she continued to roam with her fingers. Her fingers stayed at my belt line, and she felt around just below my bellybutton. I think she expected me to pull away and was considering whether she should go for more. Suddenly, she moved her touch downward, and I felt her fingers straddle my rock hard penis. Carla's fingers continued down, and she started pushing my little pole down with the crotch of her fingers. Jerking back away from her, I said, "Uh - I think you believe me now, huh?" She took her hand out of the water, but remained squatting in front of me. "Yeah, I guess." She sounded disappointed. "Why did you pull away?" "Well..." I hesitated. I really didn't know why I had pulled away. I was kind of embarrassed that she was feeling me while she was completely dressed. In the past when I was really young, the other girls and I had gotten naked together, so I wasn't showing them anything that they didn't show me. This was different. I felt so exposed, and she was completely dressed. The strange thing was, it seemed to turn me on even more even though I was nervous. I felt like I had taken a big risk with her, but she hadn't risked anything with me, yet. My cock was just dying to explode, and yet I was too young to know how to make that happen. "What's wrong?" Carla was still leaning over. "Did you get tired of looking at my tits?" Wow!' I thought. She knew I was staring at her tits, and she didn't mind.' To hide my embarrassment and to give me a few seconds to think, I did a little backward twisting dive and swam underwater to the other side of the pool. Intentionally, I made sure that my ass came out of the water as I cut through the surface. Hopefully, she would notice. When my head came out of the water again, she was standing up and walking away. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I guess I'll go back in," she said. "Why?" I was heartsick thinking she was going to leave. "There's no reason to stay," she said, obviously expecting me to offer something. I obliged. "What reason would make you want to stay?" "Well..." she acted like she was thinking, "how about you get out of the pool and sit beside me for a while?" "But I'm naked!" I cried, even though the thought of sitting with her while I was completely naked turned me on even more. "Yeah, I know," she said with a wicked smile. "Well, I can't get out in front of you!" "Okay, then, I'm leaving." "Okay, okay," I said, "on one condition." "Yea, what?" "You get naked, too." "I can't do that," she said. "My parents might catch me, and then I'd be dead. Now, either get out of the pool, or I go back to my room." This was a difficult ultimatum for me. I didn't want her to leave, but I wasn't comfortable being the only one naked. On the other hand, my cock was throbbing with excitement over the prospect of her looking at it and being the object of her complete attention. "See ya!" she said as she turned on her heel and started walking. When she reached the gate, she hesitated and turned to give me one more chance. "I'll tell you what," she said, "you come out and sit beside me for a while, and we'll work something out that I guarantee you'll like." "Yeah, like what?" I demanded. "I don't know, yet, but I promise I'll make it worthwhile," she said convincingly. "Well, okay, but it better be worth it," I said as I slowly made my way to the shallow end of the pool. Carla immediately turned around and pulled another chair up right beside the one she had been sitting in. Then she took my towel and put it on the bottom of her seat and sat on it. Obviously, she didn't want me to have any way of covering myself. As I approached the one step at the end of the pool which would be the point of no return and I would have to raise up so she could see everything, I hesitated again. There she was, sitting in the chair staring at me, obviously not wanting to miss anything. I was still as hard as a rock, and my cock bent upward with excitement, like it was trying to break the surface of the water to expose itself to her. "Come on!" Carla demanded, "Get out of the pool! I want to see your - your - you know, - thingy!" I couldn't believe she was being so outspoken about wanting to see my cock. Most girls always acted disinterested before, even averting their eyes as if they didn't want to see it. "So tell me," she teased, "is it all hard? Does it turn you on to be here with me when you're all naked? Come on, let me see." Finally, I told myself to just go for it. What could happen? She already knew I was naked, and she had even felt my cock, even if it was for just an instant. I took the next step and raised myself to where the water just lapped at my shins. I made no effort to cover myself, even though there was an inner urge to do so. I decided I should act like I've done this before and that I was proud of myself. Carla didn't say a word, she just stared at my erection. I continued to get out of the pool and strolled over to the chair beside her. The entire way, her eyes remained fixed without blinking at my solid cock as it bounced with each step. When I turned to sit in the chair beside her, I made a point of turning toward her so that her view was never obstructed. As I dropped into the chair, she leaned forward so that she could continue to stare at my cock. This was such a turn on, I was just dying to do more. What more could I do that would enhance this feeling? I didn't know. All I knew was that I wanted to touch it or have it touched. "Okay, so what are you going to do for me?" I asked after Carla had stared at my throbbing cock for a few seconds. Slowly, Carla reached out with one hand as if she wanted to touch my curved pole. Just as she got to where she could grab it, I pushed her hand away, letting her open hand brush against its stiffness as it passed. "Huh, uh," I said. "You said you would do something that I would like." As I said this, I slouched down in the chair so my cock stood up even straighter. I was really enjoying her interest in my hard-on. Coming out of her daze, Carla adjusted herself and reached under her dress from the bottom. Rocking from side to side, she pulled her panties out from underneath. Sliding them down her long slender legs, I watched as she struggled to get them past her high heeled shoes. All I could see of her panties was that they were a dark lace of some kind. When she finally got them off, she held them up in the dim light letting me see how shear they were. At this point, I could see they were a very thin black lace, and they didn't look like they would cover anything since you could see right through them. "Would you like these?" she asked. Seeing my eyes widen at her suggestion, she knew the answer and dropped them in my lap so that they landed right on my cock. Immediately, and before I could do anything, Carla reached down and grabbed the panties, making sure to cop a feel of my cock in the process. "Whoops!" she said sarcastically and then handed them to me. "Thanks," I said as I took her panties. I spent a few seconds feeling how thin they were and looking through them before setting them beside my chair so she couldn't reach them. While my head was turned to set the panties down, Carla took advantage of the moment and wrapped her hand around my penis and squeezed it. "Hey!" I cried, "what are you doing?" I didn't move or do anything to make her let go, I just acted like it bothered me. Actually, I liked the feeling of her warm hand on my little tool, and I even pushed my pelvis forward a little to feel it slide deeper into her fist. "It feels so hard," she said as I felt her grip tighten. "How do you make it do that?" "Do what?" I asked. "Make it hard and stand up like that?" "Uh, I don't know," I failed to explain. "It just feels really good, and then it gets hard." "Would you stand in front of me?" she asked tentatively. "Uh...," I hesitated, "...what for?" "Because I want to see it better," she said without hesitating. I couldn't believe how frank she was. "I've never seen one before." I really didn't want her to let go, but there was a part of me that thought what a turn on it would be to stand with my penis in front of her and allow her to examine me as much as she wanted, but I also saw this as an opportunity. "Okay, if you pull your dress up above your waist," I propositioned. "I want to see your - uh - muff." Without hesitation, Carla looked over her shoulder to see if her parents were watching and then started rocking back and forth again, never standing up, and pulled her dress up over her hips. Now she was sitting there on her bare bottom with her tight little dress scrunched up around her waist, exposing her pussy to me. Oh, this was more than I had ever imagined, and I leaned forward so I could see better. Her dark pussy hair made a tangled triangle at the top of her thighs, but she was so young, yet, that her pubic hair was very sparse, and I could see her pale white skin beneath its softness. Then, to my surprise, Carla let go of me and turned on the chair, lifting one leg so that it hung over the arm next to me. In this position, she had laid herself open to me for an even better view of her pussy. I could see her light pink lips slightly parted at the bottom of her thin dark fur, and I thought I was going to explode. "There," she finally said, "do you like that?" "Uh - yeah..." I stuttered as I stared at what she was showing me. Then, to my even greater surprise, she reached down with both hands and spread her lips to provide me a view of her glimmering pink insides. I leaned even closer, smelling a sweet, musky odor, and noticed a small white bump in the pink folds at the top of her crack. "What's that?" I asked as I reached over to touch the little bump. "Ah!" she stopped my hand as I had stopped hers before. "Stand up, first. Then I'll let you touch that." Right away, I stood up and pushed my pelvis toward her face. My penis was so hard it was turning red and throbbed in front of me. Carla watched it for a moment as it bounced barely a foot in front of her nose. Then she reached up and very lightly ran her fingers all over my little pole, like she was afraid she might hurt it or something. I continued to stand there as she felt the tiny sack under my hard-on and the small bumps where my balls were still held against my torso. Her fingers again wandered around my penis, pushing it up against my abdomen and then feeling the small red circumcised cap on the end. Having her pay so much attention to my hard-on was driving me insane. She had no idea what her fondling was doing to me. All the while, she remained in her seated position with one leg thrown over the arm of the chair. Her pussy lips remained open almost as wide as she had spread them for me. I could see that little whitish bump pressing its way from between her lips and grew even more curious what it was. "Can I kiss it?" Carla asked as she looked up at my face. I really didn't understand what that would do for her but nodded anyway. Carla let go of my little flag pole and leaned forward, blocking my view of her open crotch. She grabbed my ass cheeks as she wrapped her mouth around the tip of my cock. I was surprised at how soft her lips felt as they pressed against the tip. She didn't move for a long time, like she was frozen in front of me. Then, in an instant, she sucked my cock all the way into her mouth. Her fingers dug into my ass, locking me from pulling away. She obviously thought I was going to try and get her to stop, but she didn't know how unbelievably good it felt. I just stood there as she pushed my cock against the roof of her mouth and massaged the bottom of it with her tongue. Oh, God! If only I was old enough to cum. I didn't even know that was what was supposed to happen. After a few minutes of enjoying her tongue and lips playing with my hard-on, she finally pulled away and stared at the little tool. She ran her fingers up and down it, squeezing it a little harder than before. Finally, she pulled away and sat back in her chair to expose her pussy to me once again. "Okay," she said, "now you can touch it." She pushed her pelvis forward in the chair and spread her legs as wide as she could in that position. I looked down at that wonderful little slit that was still spread open and squatted down so my face was just a few inches away. I put my hand on her abdomen, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of her young body. Then, as lightly as I could, I let my fingers slide into that dark triangle that I so desired to touch. I was amazed at how soft that curly tangle felt. It looked like it should feel like steel wool, but it was as soft as a kitten's fur. I dropped my fingers just an inch lower and found the top of her crack where I could see that little whitish-pink button waiting for me. I lowered my fingers that little bit more and, as lightly as I could, felt the little bump peeking through her slit. Just as I touched it and felt its slippery softness, Carla jerked back in her chair and thrust her hips forward. In shock, I pulled my hand back, afraid that I had hurt her. "Ohhh! Don't stop! Touch it again!" Carla demanded. "Hurry! Touch me...." I put my hand back into her muff and rested my index finger on her open slit. Then I gently ran the tip of my finger in tiny circles on the little bump that felt like a tiny bone covered in Vaseline. Immediately, Carla tensed up, her hands grabbed my wrist and held me from pulling away again. Her breath became very fast and short, like she was running a race. "Carla! Time to come in!" came a female voice from the doorway in the motel. Carla immediately dropped her leg on the ground, pushed my hand away and turned away from the door, making sure to hide her exposed lower half from her parents. I threw myself into the chair beside her, putting her between her parents and me. "Okay, Mom, I'll be right in," she called out, sounding a little irritated. "NOW!" her mom demanded. "Okay, okay, I said I would be right in!" The mother stood in the doorway and watched to see if Carla got up. Carla couldn't move without it being obvious in the light from the room that she had her dress hiked up. "MoOOoommm!" Carla whined, "can I just have a minute to say goodnight to my friend?" "Okay, just ONE minute!" her mother said with force. The door closed, and I realized that my little hard-on had grown completely soft and was all shrunken up. We both whispered our fears that her mother might have seen but agreed that if she had, we would have been in big trouble. Carla stood up and pulled her dress down. Then she brushed the front of it and her butt to make sure it looked okay. "God, I hope your mom didn't see me!" I whispered to Carla, still not convinced. "You know I was in front of you, and she just had to notice." "Well, maybe she did," Carla whispered back, "but don't worry about it. I'm sure she wasn't upset, or she would've said something." She looked down at my crotch and noticed that I wasn't hard anymore. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "What?" I asked wondering what horrible thing had happened. "What happened?" she said, pointing to my limp dick. "I got scared," I explained. "It just went soft." "And that's what happens? You mean it isn't hard all the time?" she asked. "Of course not!" I said with surprise as I stood up beside her. Didn't she know?' I wondered. She stared at my little penis hanging between my legs. "Make it hard again," she demanded. "I can't just make it hard.' I've got to be turned on," I tried to explain while I reached down and pushed its rubbery head around in my groin. Then Carla reached down and started pulling on it, like stretching it was going to make it hard again. To my surprised, it started to grow. Just feeling her touch me again was what it needed. "What do you mean, don't worry about it?" I said with concern, still wondering if her mother had seen me. "What?" Carla looked at me quizzically. "You said your mom probably saw me, and I shouldn't worry about it," I reminded her. "Oh, we all saw you when we drove up," she informed me. "Anyway, I did, and I assume Mom and Dad did." "But you couldn't tell that I was naked, could you?" I asked, hoping she was going to agree. "Well, I could," Carla said with a big smile on her face as she continued to squeeze and pull on my little cock. "You mean you knew all along?" I asked as I stood up beside her. "Of course," she replied. "I was just trying to figure out how to get you to come out of the water so I could see more closely. I've never seen a boy's - thingy before, you know." "But how did you know I was naked?" "I could see your little thingy sticking out. It was really obvious as we drove up. At least I noticed it." By this time, with all of her manipulations, my little tool was standing at full erection again. Her eyes were again focused on it, totally mesmerized. Just at this moment, the door opened again, and a shadow appeared in the light. Carla grabbed my arms and twirled me around so that she stood between me and the figure. "Coming, Mother!" she said in an angry voice. Then she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me against her body as she gave me a warm kiss on the mouth. I had kissed girls before, but never like that. As our mouths were pressed together, she used her tongue to pry my mouth open. In spite of how gross it seemed to me at the time, I allowed her tongue to enter my mouth, and it seemed to send tingles right down to my cock, making it jump with excitement. Carla felt it jerk as it was pressed against the inside of her thigh and whispered, "Oooh, that feels good." Her hand dropped down between my legs, and she pressed the palm against my cock and balls. Then, with a quick shove, Carla pushed me back into the pool, turned on her heel, and walked back to the motel. I fell into the cool liquid, making a huge splash, but managed to keep my head above water as I watched her disappear into the light. I have no idea how long that episode took, but after Carla was gone, I jumped out of the pool, wrapped the towel around me and went back to the room. I dried myself off, put on my pajamas and climbed into bed. My mind was spinning with how horny I was and what a wonderful time I had just had. I fell asleep after a little while, only to dream about Carla all night long. I never saw Carla again, but I think she was the guiding light to my sexuality for all time. Ever since then, the idea of exhibiting myself to others and having them get turned on is my greatest pleasure, right along side of having others expose themselves to me.

Jenny's Slumber Party -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may not repost this without the expressed permission of the author. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Jenny's Slumber Party (m/f+,exh) by Harry Perry ([email protected]) *** My girlfriend Jenny loves sex and flirting. She's very open-minded and has a few friends with whom she wants to share me. Our first adventure into sharing is pretty wild. See "At the Park" for part 2. I must admit that this series was written a number of years ago. I find it a bit childish, but it's still fun. *** When I was in middle school, my self confidence was really high. I had no problem getting girl friends but they were still pretty nave, and all we ever did was heavy kissing and minor petting. One particular girlfriend that I had when I was 14, almost 15, really liked showing me off to her friends. She was the first girlfriend since reaching puberty that went all the way with me. Even though I was her first, too, for some reason, she talked about having me have sex with her girlfriends. She seemed to want to show off to her friends what she got to sleep with and what she was doing with me. Jenny went to a different middle school than I did. We met during the summer at the local Boys and Girls Club and would both be going to the same high school. As a matter of fact, we'd be going to school together the very next year. It was interesting because we really didn't live that far away from each other, it just had something to do with the way they divided the school districts. The first time Jenny shared me was on one particular night when her parents were out of town for the weekend and trusted her to take care of herself for the one night they would be gone. If they only knew just how she took advantage of this trust. She called three of her best looking girl friends and invited them over for a slumber party. As a surprise to them, she made arrangements with me to come over at about 11 pm, after she'd had plenty of time to get her friends comfortable with the idea of having a boy drop by. She planned on breaking into her parent's liquor cabinet to get them nice and warmed up. Never did she even hint to her girl friends anything sexual was going to happen except, maybe, a little teasing. At first, she didn't tell me anything except to be there, and so I really didn't know what to expect. I figured the evening might turn into a super tease and only hoped it might become more. I knew Jenny would take care of me sometime during the evening, but I didn't know what would develop with her girl friends. I was wondering if she was going to make love to me in front of them or something wilder. When Jenny asked me to wear the pair of white bikini thongs that she had gotten me a few months earlier, I guessed she was going to show off my body to her friends, but that was about it. For the fun of it and for an added thrill, that's all I wore when I left my house. It was plenty warm outside, so I wasn't worried about getting cold. Part of the turn on was to see if I could sneak out of the house, walk the half mile or so and get to Jenny's house without getting caught. "I'm going to prepare the girls for your arrival," Jenny told me. "We're going to have a little fashion show, and I hope they'll be all warmed up and wearing really sexy lingerie when you show up. Just sneak in the back door and come on up and... maybe, if you're lucky, they'll have on something really hot." Her smile went from ear to ear. I got there about a half an hour early, figuring I might catch them preparing for their little "fashion show" before I entered their den. I didn't know if I'd like her friends even though she had promised me they'd be cute. Well, she was right, they were. I snuck in the back door and tiptoed up the stairs to Jenny's bedroom. I'd been there often enough when her parents were home that I knew just how to get around without putting my weight on the steps that creaked. I could hear their voices carrying down the hall, telling each other stories and giggling. As I got close to Jenny's room, I had to hold myself against the wall, out of the light shining from the wide open door, to keep from being seen. Fortunately, it was dark in the hallway, and Jenny must have had every light in her room on. Wow, what a sight I saw. Due to the position of the lights in her room, one wall of the hallway was brightly lit while the other was dark. I maneuvered myself so that I was against the wall that was still dark to avoid being seen. This allowed me to see about half of Jenny's bedroom, but I couldn't see her bed. One of the girls was modeling her lingerie for the others to see. She was standing in front of the mirror which was in the part of the room I could see best. I couldn't believe what she was wearing. It had to be the sexiest outfit I've ever seen, and there wasn't a girl that I knew that could have made it look any better. The girl looked long and thin and practically naked in her sexy lingerie. From behind, it looked as if she was wearing just a backless halter and lace stockings. From in front, it was a skin-tight, almost completely transparent, black halter and stockings with a tiny G-string. The two pieces (stockings and halter) were stretched to their limits making it appear like the attaching straps were close to breaking. Her young breasts were firm enough to push the material away from her chest, stretching it even further and making it even more transparent. Her nipples were so hard they looked like little buttons in the middle of the bra area of the halter. The tiny, black G-string covered her pussy, but she couldn't have worn a smaller one. As a matter of fact, I didn't know they made G-strings that small. At an angle, the only evidence that she had anything covering that part of her body was the thin black line that hooked over her hip bone, drooping sharply down her pelvis. Her back was completely bare down to the top of the stockings, leaving her smooth, round ass exposed. The only thing which broke the perfection of her pure, muscular, light tan back was the thin black string holding the top across her chest. Then there was the thin black string of her G-string looping over her round and firm buttocks, pulled down at her crack by the string between her cheeks. She had long wavy blond hair pulled back with one of those crescent spring loaded combs. Her thick ringlets splayed down her back to just above the top hem of the halter. Her face was that of a really young girl. My guess was she was no older than nine or ten, but I knew Jenny wouldn't invite a girl that young to something like this. "I'm afraid it doesn't show enough," the girl said as she adjusted the G-string. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, I watched as she lowered the minute triangle of material another half an inch and brought the bottom tight by pulling the string up her ass. "I want to tease him until he can't stand it." "Don't worry, honey," I heard one of the other girls say, "in that outfit, you'll be lucky if he doesn't rape you." A titter went around the room. She twisted and turned in front of the mirror for about another minute making minor adjustments to her halter top and G-string. When she finally turned to sit on the bed with the other girls, I swear that she had lowered the front so that a tiny bit of her feminine crack showed. My cock jumped at the thought that she did that on purpose. "If that doesn't get him, this will," another girl said as she stepped up to the mirror. "Jesus!" I thought, "this is another killer looking girl, and she might as well be naked for what her outfit is worth." The new girl was wearing a white two-piece which contrasted well with her soft tan body. The top was made from a two inch wide lace band which wrapped around her chest just below her breasts. Rising from the lace band were two triangular pieces of transparent sheer cloth completely surrounding her fine round breasts. When she brushed her long, straight, blond hair over her shoulders, she gave me a full view of her silver dollar sized, brown areolas through the sheer cloth in the mirror. As she inspected her top in the mirror, she pinched her nipples through the wispy material and rolled them between her thumb and fingers. "I've gotta make these nice and hard for him," she said as she squeezed her fingers. "I wouldn't worry about it," I heard Jenny say from the bed, "you've never had trouble getting them hard before." Again a little titter went around the room. "Shit," the fourth girl, who I had yet to see, exclaimed, "they've been hard as little rocks all night!" The girl at the mirror's attention then turned to the little skirt which almost covered her lower torso. Another two inch lace band clung to her slender waist and dipped to a V under her bellybutton. Hanging from the band was a short pleated skirt made from the same sheer material which covered her tits. The skirt was so short in back that half of her ass hung out below it. In the mirror, I could see right through the material in front where her dark triangle of pussy hair protected her wonderful honey pot. "I can't believe you two," the yet-to-be-seen girl said. "You have left nothing to the imagination!" "I know," the girl at the mirror replied, "but it turns me on knowing I'm dressed like this for a complete stranger. Shit, just standing here in front of the mirror is getting me wet." She turned to face her friends on the bed, lifted her skirt in front and lightly slid her finger between her pussy lips. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, "I'm soaked. I can't believe how wet I get. Here, see for yourself." I watched as she walked toward the bed holding her skirt up to allow any of her friends to check for themselves. I had to see if any of them would take her up on her offer, so I moved to the other side of the hall. I was standing in the light, but I tried to stay low and on the edge of the darkness. I could now see the other three girls sitting on the bed. Jenny was sitting with her back against the wall at the head of her bed and, if I moved quickly, I'm sure she would have seen me. She was so involved with her friends, though, my slow creeping didn't catch her attention. Jenny was a cute Clairol blond with dark brown eyes. She had her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, which she had hanging down her right shoulder. It appeared as though she had just taken a shower because she was just wearing a towel and was brushing her wet hair. She was awfully sexy looking with the towel tied in the front between her tits. The towel opened just below her breasts and widened all the way to her right hip, revealing the fact that she had nothing on under it. To Jenny's left was the blond with the wavy hair who had been at the mirror earlier. To her right was a redhead, the girl I hadn't seen yet. This latter girl had such light red hair that it was almost blond, but, in all the bright light, it was clearly red. She had it cut short but it was thick and soft looking. The redhead was wearing a light blue lace teddy that was so tight, it had to have been painted on. There was an interesting pattern in the lace which ran over her hips and across her chest. Everywhere else, the lace was so fine I could see right through it. The front of the teddy dropped to a low V between a reasonably deep cleavage. Once, when she adjusted herself, I could swear that her pussy hair was completely visible through the lace, but it was so light, and I wasn't close enough to be sure. "Are you kidding?" the girl in black asked with a laugh. "I'm not going to touch you there," the redhead said, turning her face away and giggling. "Why not?" the blond in the two piece asked while walking to the opposite side of the bed. "I want you to see just how wet I get." Jenny was the best! She leaned right over the girl on her left and stuck her finger into the muff of the one standing. Being as bold as she was, she didn't even pull her finger back right away, either. The girl in the two-piece spread her thighs a little and pushed her hips forward to give Jenny better access. From my position in the hallway, I was looking at the girl's back as she offered herself to the others, and I couldn't see what Jenny was actually doing. I could only see the expressions on the faces of the girls on the bed. They were clearly expressing shock and disbelief, but I sensed a lustful desire in their eyes, too. "Shit, Judy," the blond to Jenny's left wearing the black exclaimed, "you've gotta see this! Jenny's got her fingers all the way up Mindy's puss!" The redhead turned back and watched as Jenny slid her fingers in and out of Mindy's vagina. I could see Jenny staring at what she was doing as her arm moved slightly up and down. "Geez, stop that," Judy cried as she gave Jenny a really hard push. "Can't you wait for your boyfriend to get here and let him do that?" Jenny lost her balance and had to pull her fingers from Mindy's cunt to catch herself before she fell all the way onto the floor. "Besides," Judy continued, "girls shouldn't do that to each other!" As Jenny pulled herself back into her position on the bed, she said to Mindy, "You're right, you are really wet!" Then, turning to the blond on her left she said, "Maria, you've got to check that out because I don't even get that wet!" Mindy walked a little closer to Maria, still holding her little skirt up in front and pushed her hips forward. I could see Maria staring at Mindy's bush, and she licked her lips as her hand slowly stretched out to touch it. Again, Mindy spread her thighs apart just a little to provide better access, and Maria let her fingers slide between Mindy's love lips. As her fingers slid in, she exclaimed, "Wow, you ARE wet!" Even though Maria had learned what she wanted, she didn't pull her hand back right away, either. As a matter of fact, she seemed to become even more interested and continued her examination. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but it appeared as though she was playing with Mindy's lips and inspecting them. Suddenly, Mindy jerked her head back and thrust her hips forward as a staccato moan emanated from her throat. Immediately, Maria pulled her hand back with a look of surprise on her face. "Oh! Don't stop," Mindy cried as she started rubbing herself. "Jesus Christ!" Judy moaned. "You are such a slut!" I guessed that Maria had flicked Mindy's clit and instigated an orgasm. "God!" I thought, "they're getting each other off, too!" Just seeing these girls dressed like that in front of each other gave me a raging hard-on, but to be willing to expose themselves like that in front of each other just amazed me. Guys would never do that. To make it worse, they were fingering each other and giving each other orgasms. Shit! I could see this was going to be a horny night and I hoped an orgasm or ten would be in the offing for me. "I wonder where Trevor is?" I suddenly heard Jenny say. "He should be here any second now." This reminded me that I needed to enter the room. Unfortunately, being turned on like I was made things difficult to hide. I didn't want to come walking in to meet these girls with my raging hard-on tightening the little pouch that contained them. Hell, I had to enjoy a little foreplay and leave a little to the imagination. Besides, I didn't want them to know I'd been watching for the past twenty minutes. Suddenly, I wished I had worn a bit more than just the thongs. My cock was pressing so hard against the white pouch that I could see through the material, even in the shadows. I was sure this was why Jenny wanted me to wear them, but I had to let her decide when it was appropriate to flaunt my wares. I tried to move things around, but I wasn't successful. Now I just had this hard sausage shaped bulge running up toward my right hip. Realizing there wasn't anything I could do to hide my state, I stepped into the light. "Did I hear my name?" I asked innocently. The girls all leaped off the bed, squealing with excitement and surrounded me. They were all bouncing up and down and tugging at me, pulling me over to the bed to sit with them. I could smell the distinct odor of wine on their breath, and I wondered just how much they had imbibed. Once again, I was amazed at how immodest they were. Three of them were essentially naked and in front of a guy they had never met before; the wine had clearly lowered their sense of modesty, presuming they had any before. They didn't seem to mind at all that their great little bodies were completely exposed to me. As a matter of fact, they seemed to be really enjoying letting me see it all. They even pushed their chests out and made a point of rubbing against me as they maneuvered me to the bed. I took my position at the foot of the bed, and the girls sat in front of me while Jenny slid up beside me. Immediately, Jenny bent forward and turned her head to stare at my crotch. "Ooooh, looky what we have here," she cooed as she reached over and ran her fingertips up and down the outline of my raging tool. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and one of the girls reached over and pushed my knee down so that she could see better. The girls all stared at my hard-on, giggled, looked at each other and giggled again. "So, just how long were you standing out there, anyway?" Mindy asked with a little blush. "Not very long." "Well, how long?" she pressed as she let her eyes jump from my eyes to my hard-on. She was clearly concerned that I saw what Jenny and Maria had done to her and suspected that it had something to do with my obvious excitement. "Uh ... why don't you introduce us?" I tried to change the subject. "Oh, yeah," Jenny said as she turned to tell me the names of the girls. I pretended I didn't know already as Jenny went around the room. While she did, I wanted to take the opportunity to really check out their sexy nightgowns further and the great little bodies that were barely covered. As she started to introduce Mindy, I interrupted her. "How about each of you stand up and show me your great looking outfits as she introduces you?" "Good idea," Jenny said. "After all, we picked these out just for you." Jenny continued to introduce Mindy who leaped off the bed and spun around twice for me. Her spinning caused her little white skirt to rise up and show me everything underneath. Then she stood there, first pushing her chest out and then her hips, obviously proud of her little body. Mindy was a magnificent looking girl with long, straight blond hair that came down to about her waist. She obviously got a lot of sun or colored her hair because of how dark her pussy hair was. Her eyes were light brown, and her two front teeth had a very sexy little split between them. Her nose was a little wide but straight. Her body was perfect. She had curves in all the right places. Her pert little breasts completely filled the triangles of the sheer material so it looked like it was spray-painted on. Her nipples stood like stones on the end of the silver dollar sized light brown areolas. God, how I wanted to massage them. As my eyes descended down her trim waist, I lingered at her perfect bellybutton. The waist band of her little skirt outlined her stomach muscles, which were just barely perceptible. Even though the skirt was pretty transparent, it was just filmy enough to hide the details of her pussy, showing only a triangle of dark brown. My cock jerked as I noticed I could just see the bottom of her swollen pink lips below its bottom seam. Mindy giggled when she saw the movement in my thong and raised her hand up to cover her mouth. Judy had been sitting next to Mindy and slowly climbed off the bed to stand in front of us while Mindy returned to the bed. At first, Judy held her arms in such a way as to hide her breasts and crotch. She didn't move much and seemed as modest as she was embarrassed of her modesty and slowly lowered her arms to her side. She had a somewhat round face with beautiful dark blue eyes. Her smile was wide with very thin lips. She had put on a little lipstick and eyeliner, obviously for my arrival. Her light blue teddy appeared to reveal quite a bit more than I had noticed before. The pattern that had appeared to be quite opaque wasn't. I could see her breasts clearly and appreciated their firmness as they pushed the teddy from her chest. Just below the lace hem on her chest, I could see her pretty pink areolas through the mesh with tiny nipples sticking out. Even though she appeared to be shy, she didn't seem to mind a total stranger seeing her practically naked body, even when it was visibly turned on. Her pussy hair was so thin and light it was hard to make out through the teddy, but it was there, just above the crack of her sex canal. The girls made her turn around a couple of times so we could see her from behind. She spun around in a very awkward manner, like she wasn't used to being admired. I'm glad she did, though, because it revealed the fact that her teddy didn't come all the way around in back. There was a thong running up her ass that split into four strings. One pair created a rounded V that outlined her beautiful ass cheeks and held the edges of the teddy tight against her waist. The other two blue strings stretched up from the crack of her ass to wrap over her shoulders and hold the teddy up in front. A final string crossed the middle of her back, disappearing under either arm to hold the front tight across her breasts. Her ass was firm and round with large dimples on either side, and her back looked muscular and strong. Now this was a true hard-body. My arms ached to hold her next to me, and I wanted to feel her firm body against mine. Then Jenny introduced Maria who jumped off the bed and slapped Judy on the ass as she took her place at the foot of the bed. Judy's bare butt cheek jiggled seductively from the attack, but I think I was the only one to notice. Maria kept her back to us for a moment, letting me admire her bare back and ass as she checked herself in the mirror. I couldn't believe she was fully aware of how exposed she was. She looked so young and innocent, yet she appeared to have absolutely no modesty. Maria had a very young face with green eyes and a little button nose. She had a lot of hair that was very full and wavy. It was pulled back with combs so that it was like a horse's mane on the back of her head. When she turned back to face us, I was not disappointed, even though I'd checked her out earlier without her knowing. Maria's long blond hair hung loosely down either side of her head, covering her breasts. The stretched material opened in a large oval to frame her flat stomach, centered with her long thin bellybutton. Stretching down over her hip bone, it became a thin strip that was attached to the tops of her stockings. Her long legs were completely covered by the black lace ending just a fraction of an inch below her crotch. She pushed her hips forward to get my eyes to focus on her groin and tiny G-string. There couldn't have been an inch of material coming up from between her legs. The minuscule black triangle didn't completely cover what it was intended to cover as a good half inch of her pussy slit was exposed above it. Not a lick of pubic hair could be seen. Maria was so skinny that her mons veneris seemed to bulge out, giving the impression that her pussy was begging to be touched. After giving me a good minute to stare at her, Maria threw her hair back over her shoulders and let me see her tits under the transparent lace. The two glands made cone-shaped mounds topped by cone-shaped areolas. As I stared, she passed her hands over the points to make sure that the nipples were sufficiently hard. My cock was so hard and begging to be touched that I had to reach down and do something to it. I tried to touch myself without being too obvious. I pressed the heel of my hand into the stiff shaft as I leaned forward, pretending to try and get a closer look. The grin that crossed Maria's face told me that she had noticed the trouble I was having with my groin and was proud to be the cause of it. I wondered if she was all tease or if I was going to get a piece of her sometime during the night. I reached out and pulled her closer, again focusing my attention on the tiny G-string which exposed so much. Maria, seeing my interest, again pushed her hips toward me. I reached out with my finger and gently touched the folds of her lips that exposed themselves above the black glossy cloth. Immediately, Maria jerked back and covered herself with her hands, a bright red blush filling her cute face. She climbed onto the bed, crossing her legs to hide herself and tried to get us to turn our attention away from her. "Shit, what's wrong with her?" Judy asked. "I mean, she knew how much she was showing. Why is she so embarrassed now?" Maria turned her glowing face away and said, "Nothing, let's talk about something else." "I thought she knew, too," Mindy added. "What she didn't know," I said quietly, "was ..." "Never mind!" Maria interrupted. "Can't we talk about something else?" "... her clit was sticking out," I finished. The girls all laughed and chided her, which only made Maria even more red with embarrassment. "So, what were you talking about before I got here?" I asked, trying to start some kind of conversation as I stared at these beauties. I was so turned on with the view of the three honeys in front of me, I had no problem maintaining the object of their attention. Of course, watching them stare at it didn't hurt, either. "Oh ...," Judy looked around at the other girls, "... when you arrived, we were checking ourselves out for you, but before that, we were talking about boys. What else?" All the girls looked at each other and giggled. "What's so funny?" I figured this was a good topic to get things warmed up. Since Jenny was my girlfriend and comfortable with me, she explained. "We were talking about what prudes boys are," she said. "They're all talk and no action!" All the girls giggled again. "I told them that you were the only boy I know that isn't one." "What are you talking about?" I argued. "It seems to me that girls are the biggest prudes!" "Huh uh!" the girls came back. "Boys are!" "I don't believe it!" I challenged. "Give me an example!" The girls looked at each other and seemed to hesitate. Then Maria said, "Well ... whenever we want to play with guys, they get all embarrassed." "Yeah," Judy added, "we want to check them out as much as they like checking us out, and we can't see anything unless we get them turned on." "Yeah," Mindy continued, "you should see how we dress at school. We wear clothes that show the guys just about everything ..." "... with you," Judy interrupted, "they DO see everything!" The other girls giggled, and Mindy slapped Judy playfully and mumbled, "Oh, they do not!". "But," Mindy tried to finish, "the best we get from the guys are some tight jeans, and if we manage to get them excited, they cover themselves and run away!" "Yeah," Jenny got into the argument, "it's not fair!" "Shit!" I argued. "It's not that way at my school! There are only a couple of girls who dress sexy. All the rest cover themselves up completely and keep their arms crossed in front of their chests all the time. The guys are constantly trying to get them to open up but ... nothing!" "But that doesn't mean the guys aren't prudes," Maria pointed out. "Just because they want to check out the girls doesn't mean they are willing to show anything!" "Maybe if the guys were more open, the girls might be more willing," Judy added. "Yeah," Mindy chimed in, "look at us!" Like I hadn't been all this time! "We've never met you, but we still dressed in our sexiest nighties." The girls all pushed their chests out and made sure my view was unencumbered. Even Maria was getting over her earlier embarrassment and let her legs relax a little. "And you have to admit, we're not hiding much!" "Well, you're right about that!" I agreed. "And a sexier lot I've never seen." The girls all looked down at their little outfits and adjusted them, obviously proud of themselves. "But I did my best to be sexy for you, too!" I added. "Shit, I'm only wearing this thong. I couldn't wear anything less without being completely naked." They all looked at my still stiff rod clearly visible through my white thong, smiled and agreed. "That's true, here," Maria acknowledged, "but would you be willing to dress that sexy in public, like at a beach?" "Yeah," Mindy added, "or would you cover yourself in public if you got a hard-on?" "Well, this is all I wore over here," I pointed out, "and since I walked all the way from my house ...." "You mean you left your house and walked over here with nothing else on?" Judy asked. "That's right!" "Also," Jenny sided with me for a moment, "I've seen what he wears in public, and he DOES dress sexy. That's why I love him so much." She wrapped her hands around my arm and hugged her face to my shoulder. "Hey!" Mindy interrupted, "how come you didn't get off the bed and show us YOUR outfit?" The girls all agreed that I should show them my thong, and Jenny pushed me off the bed. As I picked myself off the floor, I took a quick look in the mirror and realized that my thong wasn't hiding much at all. My prick was pressing so hard against the thin white material that I could almost see the veins along its shaft. Since these babes were so uninhibited for me, I figured I'd just let them see what they wanted to see. Standing as straight and tall as I could, I turned around and let them look. Even Jenny's eyes were riveted to the pulsing bulge I displayed. "Holy shit!" Mindy exclaimed as she crawled across the bed to get a closer look. "What'd I tell ya," Jenny commented. Maria silently used her finger to beckon me closer as she let one leg drop to the floor. She had completely forgotten her embarrassment and was again exposing her clitoris to me. Even Judy adjusted herself to look over Mindy and get a little closer. I was surprised that a girl as shy as this would show this much interest. I mean, girls are supposed to at least pretend they're not interested. While staring at Maria's clit peeking out from those soft pink folds, I stepped closer, putting my cock within inches of Mindy's face and within reach of Maria. The latter, figuring she had just as much right to touch the object of her desire as I had with her earlier, reached out and placed the flat of her hand on my straining pecker. Unlike her, I stood still and didn't pull away. Slowly, she closed her hand around it and felt its full length, stopping to outline the crown with her fingernail. "You girls are a lot of talk," I said, now seeing my chance to really get things going, "but let's see some action!" "Like how?" Mindy asked, already squirming. "Like," I challenged them, "let's see just how gutsy you are in public. I dare you to go with me out to the park right now, dressed the way you are." Judy wasn't too keen on the idea. I could tell she was the most shy of the group, but she didn't want to admit it after our little argument. She wouldn't give a reason for her reservations, but I guessed it was because she wasn't quite this overt, and her teddy was pretty revealing. The other three girls were determined to prove me wrong. I think they also figured we were pretty safe, going out at midnight, of not being caught. Jenny jumped off the bed and said, "Let me go put something sexy on and then, let's go!" "Huh uh!" I said with a big shit-eating grin. "You go dressed the way you are. That's the agreement." This would be a real stretch for even Jenny since the towel didn't cover her completely. Standing there in front of us, we could see that it came down to just below her waist, her pussy clearly exposed below the towel. "But all I have on is this little towel," she whined, lifting one corner enough to expose everything from her bellybutton down and then dropping it again. "I know," my grin got even wider. "Well, can I put on a little bigger towel?" she asked hopefully. "I mean, this towel is pretty small." I knew the towel was small, and that only turned me on even more. She had chosen a smaller towel intentionally to be a little flirt. Now she was going to have to pay. "Nope," I said, figuring this would make her chicken out. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), Jenny shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well ... okay then ... if I have to." I could tell by her tone she was putting on an act for the other girls. She really liked the idea of exhibiting herself. That was all it took, and the girls all leaped off the bed and headed for the door. I got so excited by the idea of getting these practically naked girls to go outside with me, I flew off the bed and followed them down the stairs. Judy was the only one behind me, mumbling something about getting caught. As we stumbled down the stairs, the girls made a point of checking out the sausage throbbing in the front of my thong. I tried to keep it in control, but it wasn't easy. Each of them made a point of grabbing it or running their hand across it as they passed. Jenny didn't seem to mind the attention I was receiving from the other girls, and I could swear was encouraging it. I took advantage of Maria's hesitation while she grabbed at my crotch by filling my hand with her bare ass as she passed. As I expected, it felt so firm and ripe, yet smooth and soft. She squealed and jumped away in playful innocence. It was almost midnight as we went out the front door. We were taking quite a risk walking out on the street this way because it wasn't really so late that no one would be around. Mindy was the biggest flirt of the group followed close behind by Jenny. They both just loved showing off their bodies. Mindy paraded herself down the street like she was completely dressed, making sure to face the street whenever a car would go by, pushing her chest out and skipping, making her little skirt flip up. Jenny played with Mindy by mimicking her and trying to be more of a tease, but not quite willing to go as far. The two of them played off of each other, and I just enjoyed the show. The other girls just walked and tried to stay in the shadows. Even though they wanted to exhibit themselves, there were some concerns about getting caught and what might happen. Judy was the most nervous, looking everywhere and worried someone might see us. Whenever we came to a street light, Mindy and Jenny would intentionally walk directly under it. The other girls stayed in the shadows or walked on the other side of the street. One time, Mindy even twirled around the base of the lamppost, letting her blond hair whip out and flicking it as she came around. Under the light, I could see through her sheer white nightgown as if it weren't there at all. I caught a glimpse of her dark triangle of pussy hair and her pert little nipples which looked like tiny brown disks on her small breasts. God, what a tease. At one point along our walk down the street, we came upon a couple walking the other way. Mindy walked in front of us just as proud as she could be and even said "hi" to the couple. The guy was dumbfounded and just stared at her while the woman eyed Mindy with disgust. The guy was so focused on Mindy, he almost missed the rest of us. Maria kind of hid behind Jenny as we passed the couple even though she walked straight and tall (probably just trying not to be obviously modest). The guy only realized how exposed she was when he looked back and saw her from behind. His girlfriend slapped his head forward so he didn't get a really good look. I don't think he even picked up on Jenny's exposure. About a block later, we came upon a guy walking by himself, and the girls really had fun with him. Mindy looked back at me to make sure I was there, I presume to protect her or because she was showing off, and then went prancing up to the poor unsuspecting man. She introduced herself to him and asked him what he was doing out so late. He said something about coming home from a friend's house and that he had gotten tired. Mindy walked around him like an animal stalks its prey, inspecting the guy from top to bottom. He had to keep turning his head to follow her as she eyed him. It seemed like he just couldn't believe his eyes and was trying to figure out if this girl was really as naked as she appeared. Since they weren't standing in the light, he probably just couldn't be sure. When Mindy again stood in front of our poor unsuspecting gentleman, Jenny walked up behind her and ran her hand up Mindy's ass, pulling the little skirt up with it. Mindy squealed and pushed the skirt down while turning around to see who was behind her. When she saw it was Jenny, she giggled and gave Jenny a little push before turning back to the guy. "I'd like to introduce you to a really good friend of mine," Mindy said to the wide-eyed guy. "This is Jenny, and would you believe, she is completely naked underneath this towel." Then she turned to Jenny and said, "Jenny, this is my new friend, John." Jenny reached her hand out to shake. She acted as if she were completely dressed, and Mindy hadn't said what she just said. "I'm very pleased to meet you, John." Then, as John shook her hand in a dazed look, Jenny said, "Mindy's telling you the truth." After their hands parted, Jenny added, "Did you know that Mindy's outfit is completely see-through, and she has nothing on underneath?" I was laughing my ass off listening to this straight forward conversation, as if they were talking about the weather or something. I knew they were trying to get him turned on and wanted to see if they could get a rise out of him - especially in his pants. John knew I was near and looked at me periodically as if he wondered just how far he was allowed to go with these two. I could see the bulge forming in his pants, but I just stood there with Judy and Maria under each arm and shook my head grinning. Judy and Maria were just watching their two friends in awe. "I kind of wondered if my eyes were failing me," John said bending a little to peer at Mindy's tits through her sheer top. Jenny reached over and squeezed Mindy's left breast, diddling her nipple through the soft material. "Pretty nice, huh," Jenny said to John. "Here, check it out yourself." Mindy even pushed her chest out to offer it to him. John glanced at me as he wrapped his hand over her breast. Mindy just stood still while John felt her up. She glanced over to me to make sure I was still watching and grinned. "You should check THIS out," Mindy said to John without pulling away from his kneading. She reached over to Jenny and lifted the corner of her towel, completely exposing the lower half of Jenny's torso. John almost fell over as he looked at my honey's hot naked body. Jenny didn't move and let the guy stare at her dark triangle of pubic hair for a few seconds. His hand dropped from massaging Mindy's breast and started to go for Jenny's pussy, but, just before he touched my girlfriend, Jenny pulled the towel from Mindy's hand and let it drop. "You know, Mindy," Jenny said, "I think we should go." "What do you mean?" John begged with a look of panic on his face. Mindy put her arm around John's waist and hugged him to her side as she said, "Oh, not yet, Jenny. We're just starting to have fun!" "Yeah!" John put his arm around Mindy. "Don't go yet!" Then he looked over to the three of us still watching him. I didn't react. "Well," Jenny continued, staring at the straining bulge in his pants, "I don't think we can take this any farther, and we're not being fair to John." "Why not!" John argued. "Why don't you two gorgeous girls come on over to my place for a while?" "Oh, we couldn't do that," Mindy said, running her hands over John's body. "We've got a party to go to." "Dressed like that?" "Yeah," Jenny went on. "We'd invite you to join us, but it's a very private party." "And, besides," Mindy added, "you're a little over dressed." All the girls giggled. "Well, it's been real nice meeting you," Jenny said extending her hand. John continued to try and convince the girls to go to his place, obviously thinking he was going to get more than just a tease. He took Jenny's hand and said, "Is this all I'm going to get, a handshake?" "I'm afraid so," Mindy said, staring directly at his bulge, "but it sure was fun." Jenny took both of John's hands in hers and held them. Then she pulled him closer for a kiss, guiding one hand under her towel to her crotch. She gave him a nice kiss on the lips and then pulled herself away, pushing his hand down from between her legs. "Come on, Mindy, let's go," Jenny said as she pranced back over to us. "Okay," Mindy said as she wrapped her hands around John's neck to give him a big kiss. "Thanks for the show." As their lips parted, John asked, "What show?" Mindy didn't even respond, just looked down at his pants, placed her open palm against the raging tool that pressed against his slacks, gave it a good squeeze and then turned away. "Bye, honey," she said without turning back. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "Come on, let's go!" We all continued down the street, leaving poor John standing alone and wondering what just happened. "Oh, God! What a rush!" Mindy said as we walked hand in hand down the sidewalk. "I can't believe how much that turned me on! Did you enjoy it?" Then she looked down at the still straining member in the pouch of my thong. "I guess so," she said, answering her own question. Mindy trotted off ahead of the group again, and Jenny took her place at my side. Rather than take my hand, though, Jenny just reached over and gave my cock a squeeze. "God! You are fun to play with," she said. "It was so much fun teasing that guy, knowing you were there to protect us in case a problem developed." Then she pulled my head down to hers and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks," she whispered. "Say, Jenny," Maria called. "Did you let him cop a feel under your towel?" "Oh, yeah!" Jenny bounced over to Maria and Judy. "I kinda felt sorry for the poor guy. We were teasing him like crazy, and I knew he wasn't going to get any. He probably had enough to beat off with, but I wanted to give him just a little more. So, I let him feel my pussy. I thought he could smell me when he got home." "Shit, Jenny," Judy shook her head. "I can't believe you two. One of these days, you're gonna take things too far." "But I'm gonna have a lot of fun until then," Jenny snapped back. Then she turned to Maria and said quietly, "What I didn't expect was that he stuck his finger up inside. Shit, I almost had an orgasm right there. I was so wet, his fingers just slid in before I could stop him." Maria giggled, and Mindy bounced back to join them. "Hell," Mindy told them, "he had his other hand on my bare ass the entire time I was standing next to him. I kept feeling his fingers dig deeper and deeper between my cheeks. I didn't stop him because I wanted to see how far he was going to go. When you were kissing him, he actually pushed his finger right into my ass hole, and I had this unbelievable orgasm." "Jesus, Mindy," Judy scolded, "you are always having orgasms! I've never known anybody who cums as often as you do! Sometimes I think you're just imagining them." "Oh, you're just jealous!" Mindy shot back.

The Visitors by QuantumLeap (a former pen name) Part XVI The next few days passed quickly. I rarely saw my wife or Spike. The bedroom door was closed when I left for work, and they returned to our home together, very late at night. When they arrived, he always led her silently by me, retiring to their room and locking the door. She was always dressed in her best clothes, presented to her customers as the elegant lady that Spike promised, bringing a price that few of the most selective callgirls could demand. Her face was always downcast, ashamed to look at me as he tugged at her reluctant hand, towing her after him like a worrisome possession. Occasional glimpses of her expression revealed her nightly exhaustion, the dark circles beneath her tired eyes framed by the drying semen in her matted hair. I had been virtually ignored the entire week. Spike had now excluded me from every detail of their secretive comings and goings. Now, only he watched as she serviced the select group of men able to afford her. As I viewed the nightly surrender on her worn face, I felt her slipping away from me, a little at a time, until I feared that Spike would own her completely. Friday evening I returned to find the house again empty. Pouring myself a needed scotch, I peered through the kitchen window, watching the inviting rippling of the crystal water in the oval pool. I had argued against it when we built the house, not caring much for the water myself. My wife got her way, having been a swimmer in high school and college, and used the pool daily. She loved the water almost as much as I loved watching her in it, although the approaching fall weather left fewer and fewer opportunities for me to enjoy her agile body gliding over the ice-blue surface. It was then that I noticed the figures by the side of the pool. Legs and arms intertwined, mouths sloppily sucking at each other, they wrestled together on the smooth tile. My wife wore only the yellow bottom of her most daring bikini, her firm, tanned breasts flattened between her and the boy. He looked to be about eighteen, all waist and legs, his lean body twisting and straining beside her. As he rolled over her, I saw her hand working gently inside his red surfer trunks, teasing and stroking him under the loose material. Their bodies glistened in the late afternoon sun, heavily oiled with lotion from the now overturned bottle. "Ain't love beautiful!" Spike joked, startling me from behind as I watched in disbelief. "Eric's dad has BIG bucks, and a wicked sense of humor! He paid extra, so a few of his buddies will be showin' up soon. We're havin' a pool party, and you're the cook. Get the ground beef we bought today and make us some burgers. I'll bet these guys will be workin' up some huge fuckin' appetites!" Camcorder in hand, he strolled outside and headed for the busy couple. He stopped ten feet in front of them, kneeling to get the best angle as he taped my wife with her young customer. Averting my eyes from the degrading spectacle, I turned to the refrigerator to prepare the meal. Just as I had finished shaping the five pounds of beef into a huge pile of burgers, Spike strolled into the kitchen, followed by my wife and her companion. My eyes were drawn to the shared fist between them, fingers interlaced, her thumb moving slowly and gently over Eric's trembling hand. He glanced repeatedly at her exposed, bouncing breasts, the front of his trunks stained from the pre-cum of his still-erect penis. They followed Spike into the family room, where I soon heard the thudding beat of some unfamiliar hard rock blaring from my stereo. Spike returned to the kitchen, ordering me to "Fire up the grill, the others will be here soon!" My wife and the boy remained in the other room, their laughter occasionally rising above the irritating music. As I lowered each burger to the steaming surface, I couldn't help thinking that it would be fuel for those who would use my wife later this evening. Had Spike already given her the drugs, or was she truly excited by this young, eager boy? How many more would show up to sample her body, and in what ways would she be expected to satisfy them? Each hiss from the raw meat was a mocking reply as it met the hot grill, small voices ripping at my frayed mind. Spike appeared beside me as I worked, opening a handful of the familiar capsules, pouring the contents over one of the remaining patties. Kneading the powder into the meat, then reshaping it, he replied, "Guess who gets this one? Just make sure you keep it separate from the others and see that she eats it. We don't want to disappoint anyone, do we!" I placed it on the far corner of the grill, disgusted at having to feed my wife the powerful drugs that would turn her into an insatiable slut for this evening's entertainment. Soon I heard the laughter and cheers of the others as they burst from the door onto the tile deck. The boy's four friends carried two coolers to the side of the pool, each filled with assorted brands of their favorite beer. My wife and Eric followed them, stopping as she was surrounded by the small crowd. They joked with her, boldly commenting on what parts of her body were their favorites. She seemed to enjoy the attention as her eyes devoured every inch of the five well-muscled bodies. "Let's eat!" Spike shouted, as the rowdy group closed in on my topless wife. Opening more beer on the way, they headed for the grill, the smell of the freshly seared meat distracting them for the moment. I loaded the food onto the plastic plates as they passed by, making sure to give my wife her special portion. She ignored me, talking to the others as I gave her the drug-laced meat. They devoured the meal in gulps, most returning for seconds and thirds. I wasn't sure if they knew she was my wife, but I suspected they did by the sly looks and grins they shot me as they returned to the grill for more. Soon, half the beer was gone and the five grew impatient, becoming more aggressive, fondling and kissing my wife as their inhibitions melted away. The sun had slipped over the horizon unnoticed as everyone's attention was fixed on my wife, preoccupied with the fantasies she evoked in each boy's hopeful imagination. The fall night air delivered a sudden chill, again ignored by the excited teenagers. Spike strolled to the middle of the group, then led my wife to the far end of the pool. He spoke quietly to her for a minute, then returned to a nearby chair to watch. After a long look at the leering boys, she slowly lowered the tiny yellow thong over her trim legs, stepping out of it as it fell onto the cool tile. They gasped, speechless for the first time tonight as they stared at her wet, swollen vagina, slick and pink, ripples of light flashing over her from the water below. Carefully, she eased herself over the edge onto the inflated raft floating below her. Stretching her excited body over the length of it, she paddled to the center of the pool, hands and arms dipping into the warm liquid. The surface of the pool glowed from submerged lights burning under the heated water. The bobbing raft was transparent, displaying her as though suspended on an undulating plane, six feet above the pool bottom. A smoky mist rose around her as the warm water met the cold night air, capturing the rippling luminescence, isolating it from the surrounding darkness. Eyes closed, head arched backward, she placed both hands between her parted thighs. Opening herself to their hungry gaze, she spread her flowing liquids over the fleshy folds, fingers rolling and stroking the sensitive lips and hood. She began to pant, short little cries and moans escaping her, causing small clouds of breath to condense in the crisp air above her. Unexpectedly sobered by the fantastic scene before them, they watched in stunned silence, with only an occasional "Jesus!" or "My God!" drifting quietly into the night air. Frantic fingers finally coaxed the orgasm from her, hips rising and thrusting, head rolling from side to side as her wanton moans blended with the music, its slowing rhythms matching her gasping recovery. Spike stood, smiling proudly, more than satisfied with her performance. He watched the stunned boys as they gaped at the sleek, breathless vision floating before them. "I believe she wants some company, guys," he called, waiting for them to respond. Glancing at each other for just seconds, they stripped off the dripping trunks and entered the pool, quickly surrounding her, pulling the raft to the shallow end. She rolled off the raft as they overturned it, finding herself suspended by five pairs of exploring hands. I stood by helplessly as they held her, their stiff, bobbing cocks just visible under inches of the clear water. Each of her hands found smooth, hard torsos to her left and right, enjoying the response she brought to them as she ran her eager fingers over their lean chests and abdominals. Eric eased past her submerged legs and entered the open space between them. Her hands disappeared below the water, reaching for his erection, pulling him closer to her glowing, pink slit. He began to thrust instinctively as she rubbed him against her pouting labia, trying to find her flowing entrance. Once found, he filled her at once, plunging into her with adolescent abandon. She tried to draw him nearer, to run her hands over his young body, to see the lust in his eyes as he fucked her, but he resisted, standing between her straining thighs, ramming her repeatedly, possessed by the urgent need that now controlled him. He came very quickly, the muscles of his arched back tensing as he released the hot semen deep inside her. Far from being satisfied, she pleaded with him as he pressed against her. "Please, no, not now, not yet!" The others laughed as Eric pulled away from her, grinning from ear to ear. A second boy took his place at once, now eager to hear her beg him for more as he worked the head of his penis inside her. She moaned softly as he pumped his rigid young cock into her, splashing small waves of water onto her belly and breasts. He also orgasmed in minutes, throwing his head back and howling like a wolf in heat as his strong hands dug into the hard flesh of her upper thighs. Again disappointed, she cried, "Oh God, no!" as his cock fell from her burning pussy. Each of the others waded between her spread legs, always masturbating into her, never satisfying the drug-induced lust that continued to torture her. Tiny, white snakes of semen rose to the surface of the water, dancing and twisting in the currents that flowed past her still- hungry body. I shook with rage and disgust as my wife begged them for more. She promised them everything from blowjobs to anal sex, clutching at them as they left the pool, humiliated as they joked and laughed at her. Tired and very drunk, they gathered their belongings, stopping to thank Spike on their way out. As they left, everyone turned to take one last look at my wife. She stood at the edge of the pool, staring at them. Her wet, naked body was silhouetted against the blue glow from the lighted pool behind her. The swollen features of her genitals were visible in the small space between her slim thighs. Tiny, sparkling droplets of water clung to her skin as she panted, incredulous, watching them wave goodbye. Spike showed the boys to the door, then returned to the pool, looking slowly up and down her wet, trembling body. Extending a bony hand, he covered her crotch, slipping two fingers inside her. Her eyes closed at once, moaning softly as she anticipated any relief he could offer. She opened her eyes suddenly, surprised as he began to lead her to the house using the two fingers, now digging into the engorged wall of her vagina. Looking back at me with his sickening grin, he motioned for me to follow them. Once inside, he towed her to the bedroom. I followed them, stopping just inside the open door. "Get on the bed, bitch," he ordered. She climbed onto the king-sized bed, displaying her swollen genitals as she crawled to the center. "On your back!" he spat. She rolled onto her back, eyes tearing with uncertainty as his instructions hit her like hammer blows. "Tie her," he ordered, shoving two lengths of cord at me as I watched from the door. I took the rope, using it to tie each of her delicate wrists to the heavy posts at the head of the bed. Spike now loomed over her at the foot of the bed, taking in her bound, raging body. "Do you wanna get fucked?" he demanded. She studied him nervously, pausing for a dangerously long time before giving him her answer. "DO YOU WANNA GET FUCKED, YOU LITTLE SLUT?" he shrieked. "Yes, please," she answered quickly, terrified at his building rage. "Yeah, I thought so. Well, wifey, since those five guys couldn't satisfy ya, I thought I'd let some of MY friends have a shot at ya." I saw her face freeze, horror replacing apprehension, as she looked past him at the wavering surface of the large mirror. He stepped aside just as the creature burst from the silvery surface, making its way to the foot of the bed. The all too familiar red eyes were fixed on her, paralyzing her with its gaze. The misshapen mass of oozing flesh and appendages snorted and grunted as it studied its victim, the huge, pulsing phallus leaking vile fluids from the gaping opening in the bulbous head. Her terrified screams began at once as the monster climbed onto the bed and worked its way between her thrashing legs. I looked on in horror as the immense, gnarled organ disappeared inside her, the demon's bulk pinning her helplessly to the bed. Her cries increased to a frightening intensity as the abhorrent beast washed her face with its thick, sticky tongue, dripping strings of yellow saliva into her open mouth. A second creature penetrated the mirror's surface and stood by the bed, waiting to taste her warm flesh. Turning to study me with glowing eyes, it reached for me with a scaly, clawed hand. Panic-stricken, I backed away quickly, just as a third monster squeezed through the portal. Inching away from the creature's advances, I stumbled and fell backwards through the open bedroom door. I crashed to the floor just before the door slammed shut, my wife's shrieks continuing as a growing number of creatures filled the dark room to foul her helpless body. Her screams continued throughout the night. I waited, trembling, in the guestroom for the hoard of fiends to finish, then to come for me, perhaps ending this nightmare, once and for all. - Part XVII - I returned to our bedroom door soon after hearing my wife's screams slowly fade. As I neared the closed door, I found her shrieks had become quiet sobs, her continuous crying just audible over the creatures' disgusting grunting and growling. Collapsing onto the floor against a nearby wall, I was assaulted by the relentless sounds of her torture for the rest of the night. I fought unimaginable levels of helplessness and rage as my mind was filled with images of what must be taking place in our room. As dawn approached, I was wrenched from a light sleep by my wife's sudden, horrifying scream. It pierced the quiet morning, jolting me to my feet, as it continued to echo through the house. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped, replaced with a dead, eerie silence. I ran to the door, watching in disbelief as it slowly opened ahead of me. The hinges groaned a sinister invitation as it slowed to a stop. Entering the dim, stale smelling room, I was shocked to find it completely deserted. The furniture was not just overturned, it was slashed, gouged, and broken into pieces. The carpet and bedding were sopping wet, the smell of sweat and semen wafting by me as I surveyed the damage. The only object left intact was the large mirror, rising grotesquely from the piles of rubble. A week passed, then two. My wife had vanished without a trace, taken by the demons to a place I remembered all too well. I had tried to smash the full-length mirror, but each time I entered our bedroom, the smooth surface began to distort and ripple, many pairs of glowing eyes warning me from the other side. I was resigned to the despair I felt, living from day to day, helpless and defeated. Two months later, I received the first email. --------------------------------------------------- Friend, We can help. Look for your wife in the Grotto. --------------------------------------------------- The header included a cryptic address, containing symbols unlike any I had ever seen. Was this a trap set by Spike or one of the other demons? Was it possible that someone, somewhere, knew of the creatures, that they walked among us, using us as they wished? I had to find out. The Grotto was not the pleasant sounding place its name implied. Located on the west side of town near an abandoned industrial site, it had become a collection of biker bars, pawn shops, and adult book stores. It was an area frequented by drug dealers, prostitutes, and all varieties of the most unsavory characters the city had to offer. Arriving thirty minutes later, I cruised the main drag, looking for some clue to my wife's whereabouts. It was a Saturday night, and the streets were crowded with hookers and their prospective clients. A small group of "ladies of the evening" strutted and posed in their scanty outfits as they hovered near a gathering of leather-clad thugs. The largest of the group climbed off his bike and took one of the women by the hand, leading her to the closest alley. As my headlights flashed across them, I was stunned to see my wife's face, almost unrecognizable under the heavy makeup. She strolled willingly beside him, headed for the dark alley. The black, leather halter barely concealed her breasts, pushing them up and over the front of the skin-tight top. A long expanse of bare waist led to a tiny, black, leather skirt, just covering the bottom of her firm ass. Her hips swayed as she skillfully maneuvered on the four-inch heels. The once long and luxurious black hair was now cropped short and slicked back over her head, exaggerating the bright blue eyeshadow and red lipstick. Shaken at the sight of what she had become, I continued down the street, pulling over a few blocks away. I circled the block on foot, entering the alley from the opposite end. Halfway into the alley, I saw them. She was bent at the waist, holding the dumpster for support. The tiny skirt was pulled up, exposing her to him as he pumped his huge cock into her. The biker towered over her as he worked, arching her head backwards as he grasped her by the hair. Each of his savage thrusts jolted her compact body, crushing her large breasts against the side of the rusty container. Her eyes were closed, her face expressionless, showing neither excitement nor disgust, as she allowed him to use her cunt for as long as he wished. Then, with a loud grunt, he came, spewing his cum into her as he rode her like a mindless animal. When he finished, he shoved her to the ground, throwing a fistful of bills at her before returning to his gang. She just sat there, breathing hard, staring at the far wall of the alley. Finally, she collected the money, crawling to recover it on her hands and knees. I watched her from behind as the tiny skirt remained gathered around her waist. Her gaping labia were slick with the biker's semen, thick globs dripping from the reddened slit as she scrambled for the scattered bills. As I walked toward her, she turned, crawling in my direction to snag the last bill. She looked up from the pavement, surprised to see someone standing so close. Slowly raising her head to look into my eyes, she stared at me, her face showing the horror and humiliation of her new life. The meager halter failed to contain her breasts, which now spilled out over the top, both dark nipples pointing toward the damp cement beneath her. "Oh,...nooo!" she sobbed, still looking up from below me. "H-how did you f-find me?" she asked, now crying openly. I reached down, pulling her up into my arms, allowing her to cry harder as I tried to comfort her. We stood in the dark alley, holding each other, each of us struggling with the onslaught of emotions that suddenly overwhelmed us. "We're going home now," I promised. "No...you don't understand...I can't," she sobbed. "Why not?" "They're watching me. They did horrible things to me. I just can't go through that again! They make me give them the money I earn. They said my torture would be worse if I didn't cooperate. Please, we can't stay here; they'll see us. I have a room. We can go there." I followed her out of the alley, fighting the rage from yet another humiliating situation brought about by the disgusting creatures. The bikers whistled and fondled her as we passed, assuming I was one of her customers. She pushed their hands away halfheartedly, smiling coyly as she led me into a nearby stairway. Climbing the steep stairs to the third floor, she produced a key from her small, leather purse and opened one of the doors lining the narrow hall, leading me inside. The room was small, sparsely furnished, and smelled like dirty laundry. Peeling wallpaper provided a depressing backdrop behind the simple table and chair and the single unmade bed in the opposite corner. A small clothes rack hung from the wall, containing a row of outfits so revealing that at first glance, it was difficult to tell how they should be worn. She lowered herself carefully to the bed, sighing as she dangled her bare legs over the side. I winced as I noticed the biker's cum still leaking from her, the tiny skirt unable to hide her reddened slit as she sat facing me. "So, how did you know I was here," she asked. "I really can't-or, um, shouldn't tell you that now," I answered, believing she was safer not knowing. "Just get in the car and come home," I demanded. "I told you, I can't. They're watching you too. They see every move we make. Oh, God! What are we going to do?" She began to cry again, the tears melting her makeup into a pitiful mask of blue and black streaks. Suddenly, we heard the doorknob rattle, then the furious pounding from the other side of the door. "I told ya to keep the fuckin' door unlocked, bitch!" Horrified, she jumped to her feet, shaking as she stared at the door. "Oh, God...it's Spike! Hurry, hide in there," she whispered, pointing to the bathroom door. I bolted across the room, closing the door behind me just as she let Spike in. I watched through a small crack in the rickety door as he circled her, inspecting his investment. "So, you're cryin' again, huh? Won't you ever learn? Jesus, you're harder to train than my fuckin' dog! OK, let's go over this one more time. If you don't start showin' me that you like your new life, we'll take a little trip back to "my place" for some extra training." "Now, what are you?" "I'm your whore, Spike." "Good. Do you like being my whore?" "Yes, Spike." "OK. Who do ya love, baby?" Her hands went to his belly, sliding up under the t-shirt to his scrawny chest as she answered. "I love you, Spike." "Show me!" Shaking with rage, I watched her kneel in front of him, pulling the punk's jeans to the floor. She closed her mouth around his thin, white cock, capturing it as it bobbed inches from her tear-streaked face. As he buried inch after inch of it into her throat, she raised both hands to his pale, hairless scrotum, gently teasing his balls with her gentle fingers. She licked and sucked hungrily on the purple, rubbery head, leaving thick strings of saliva when she paused briefly to catch her breath. Soon, he began to thrust harder, stomach tensing, as the demon spurted the vile contents of his body into her. She closed her mouth tightly around him, not allowing a drop to escape as she pumped the thin, hard shaft with both hands. Swallowing desperately, she milked every drop from him, knowing that his disappointment would bring unbearable torture. He watched her lick and suck his shrinking erection, knowing she would not stop until he gave his permission. "Alright, alright, that's enough," he said, grinning with satisfaction. Turning away from her, he hiked the torn jeans to his waist, now looking through the only window onto the busy street below. "Strip," he ordered, his attention still focused on the passing riffraff as they prowled the sidewalks beneath him. Visibly shaken, she rose slowly to her feet, hesitating just a little too long. Turning to watch her, Spike exploded. "I said, get your fuckin' clothes off, bitch! We've got work to do! NOW!" Deliberately, mechanically, she shrugged the leather halter from her shoulders, then peeled the tiny skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked and dazed, wearing only the black heels, afraid to imagine what he had in mind. He strolled to the rack of outfits on the far wall, removing a particularly tiny item from its hanger. Returning to her, he fastened the narrow leather collar around her neck, then attached the six-foot leash to it, tugging several times to test its strength. "Let's go," he ordered, as he led her by the leash, disappearing through the door into the hallway beyond. After several minutes, I opened the door, hurrying across the dreary room to the window. Shaking with anger and disgust, tears clouding my eyes, I watched him parade her, naked, into the street. Whistles and cheers rose in a sudden chorus as the bikers spotted them, the outrageous display quickly drawing a small crowd. As a sea of leather surrounded them, an imposing figure drifted from the growing circle of bystanders to where Spike offered her to the highest bidder. She sauntered boldly to face my wife, stopping two feet in front of her. Well over six feet tall, she smiled cruelly at my wife, eyes roving over her firm, naked body. Her resemblance to my wife was uncanny. Except for her towering height, the hard, slim physique and black, cropped hair made them a perverse match, silencing the circle of anxious spectators. I continued to watch from the window as Spike spoke to my wife while removing her leash, grinning excitedly at the stunning, statuesque beauty. My wife went to her knees, reaching for the zipper at the side of the lesbian's skin-tight pants. Then, with a few firm tugs, she peeled the soft leather down over her long, muscular legs, pulling it over both six-inch heels. Kneeling before her, she placed a hand on each sculptured thigh, then slowly traced a path to her moist slit. Parting the meaty labia with both hands, she leaned forward, burying her mouth in the slick valley between her shaking fingers. Her mouth and throat pulsed rhythmically as she worked her tongue along the wet, swollen inner lips, then plunging into her warm depths, finally circling the hardened clit with the tip. Her customer grasped her hair with both hands, guiding her mouth, forcing her face against her sopping cunt, while my wife struggled to please her. The scene below was almost surreal; my wife worked feverishly between the beautiful dom's legs while the street filled with an ever increasing crowd of eager onlookers. Spike was in his glory as he watched his new possession, now defeated, willingly perform the ultimate act of submission, a public display of her obedience. Eyes closed, full lips parted, the panting amazon soon shared her orgasm with her audience as she gyrated wildly against my wife's face, now soaked with her juices. The crowd's "oohs" and "ahhs" quickly turned to outbursts of cheers and applause as they watched her cum, using my wife's wet, aching face until the violent orgasm finally subsided. She backed away from my wife as she recovered the leather pants, then returned to Spike, handing him the money, retrieved from the small pocket. After planting a quick kiss on his pale cheek, she turned and disappeared into the cheering crowd, proud of her performance. Spike returned to my wife, still kneeling on the street, her face shiny with the secretions of her latest customer. Reaching down, he fastened the leash to her collar, then, with a sudden jerk, pulled her to her feet. The crowd parted as she followed him, many of its members bidding for the next chance to sample her, begging Spike for her submission to their depraved fantasies. He led her through the frenzied crowd, domination and profit buoying him to new heights of satisfaction; he, the proverbial piper, she, the intoxicating lure that attracted the vermin that followed them. - Part XVIII - I turned away from the grimy window, shaking and defeated, after watching Spike lead my naked wife through the crowd below. He towed her down the middle of the busy street, putting her on public display, a fantasy come true for every degenerate in sight. Anger and frustration overwhelmed me as I descended the narrow stairway. I exited the building unnoticed, the bikers now distracted by the show Spike provided several blocks away. Entering the adjacent alley, I jogged to the next street, desperately needing to escape the humiliation and helplessness of the situation. My pulse raced as I ran, my mind preoccupied by what I had just witnessed. The alley seemed endless, as though I had entered another reality. I drifted as if in slow motion as I tried to force my legs to move faster and faster. The shrill squeal of tires jolted me, stopping me in my tracks as the silver Mercedes appeared suddenly in my path. I stood three feet from the now motionless car, panting and gasping for breath. The heavily tinted rear window descended just enough to reveal part of the occupant's face, hidden behind large, tortoise-shell rimmed dark glasses. "Get in," she said, urgently. I hesitated, remembering the last time I was ordered to take a ride in a large, black limousine. Immediately understanding my reluctance, the shadowed face moved to within inches of the half-open window, quickly uttering the familiar words. "Friend, we can help." The door opened slightly as I reached for the handle, inviting me inside. The driver pulled away quickly as I settled into the leather seat, the force of the sudden acceleration pressing on my heaving chest. She eyed me quietly as I caught my breath, waiting for me to recover. Removing the dark glasses, she replaced them with an untinted pair, revealing her striking green eyes. The impeccable auburn hair was pulled back tightly, giving her a "bookish" appearance. An expensive tweed jacket and white silk blouse beneath it said she was all business, a woman who knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it. My attention was drawn to the long expanse of smooth, white thigh freely displayed from under the brief skirt. Soon we had circled the block and were headed back toward the noisy crowd that surrounded Spike and my wife. The driver slowed as we passed, allowing us to see through a gap in the spectators. She was spread-eagled on the hood of a large car. A disgustingly obese biker stood between her legs, holding her slim hips in his vise-like grip as his monstrous body pounded her repeatedly. Each time his hips slammed into her, bulging rolls of fat covering his tattooed body continued to shake and quiver. Spike sat propped against the windshield, her head in his lap. Her face glistened as he smoothed a thick coating of cum over it, stopping occasionally to allow her to suck his fingers clean. Her hair was completely drenched with the thick, white goo, deposited there by the mob of bikers, now satisfied just to spew their cum onto her face as Spike spread it over her trembling lips. Body shaking, mind slipping over the edge of reason, I reached for the door. A firm hand grasped my wrist, retrieving me from the potentially fatal mistake. "Not now," she said, her strong but sympathetic eyes holding me as the driver accelerated past the disgusting scene into the night. Releasing her grip, she adjusted her skirt as she crossed her legs, revealing more distracting flesh. "My name is Alyssa. I've been designated your primary contact. I'm a member of a group working desperately to fight the creatures that have taken control of you and your wife. We need your help, if you're up to it." I nodded my head at once, still trying to absorb her words as she continued in her sober, business-like manner. "My husband and I were also once slaves of these creatures, as were many of our group's members. He was a physicist, responsible for most of our understanding of the demons and their world. I was his assistant." "Was?" I asked, expecting the worst from her answer. "They killed him. His death was long and painful. I was forced to watch him bleed to death as they stripped the skin from his body." "I'm sorry," I muttered, wondering how she could possibly have the strength to continue her pursuit. "I've vowed to eradicate these creatures from our world, to use his discoveries so that his death was not meaningless. I'll send them back to hell, or die trying." "What can I do?" I asked, the words "die trying" still ringing in my ears. "We've learned to control the portals they use to enter and leave our world. We'll return later tonight - with a little surprise for Spike." We drove into the city, finally stopping at a bustling Italian restaurant with chairs and tables arranged under a bright green awning over an open patio. We talked over heaping plates of pasta. I asked endless questions; she answered them in a straightforward, emotionless way, careful, I realized, to use terms I could easily understand. "These creatures exist in a reality that is very different from ours. Do you know anything about quantum mechanics?" she asked, her eyes searching for a connection. "Ah, no, not much," I answered, vaguely recalling the phrase from my college chemistry. "Wave-particle duality?" she continued. "Um, kind of," I lied. "Light behaves as either a wave or a particle, depending on the experiment used to observe it. To our common sense, it can't exist in both forms, but it does. This suggests that light is something so different from our everyday reality that we can't yet comprehend exactly what it is. They fall into the same category. It doesn't matter whether you call their home 'hell' or another dimension. What does matter is that my husband found a bridge from our world to theirs, and that we can use it against them." She continued to elaborate on the discoveries of her late husband, often losing me as she attempted to keep the complexities of their work from sounding like alchemy. I grew to admire her intelligence and resolve, trying to imagine the loss she must have suffered, having shared such a common bond with him. Her eyes seemed to give me strength as she peered through the large glasses, her empathy comforting me, preparing me for the still unknown tasks ahead of us later that night. The Mercedes sliced smoothly through the night as we returned to the Grotto. During the long drive back, Alyssa explained her plan and what was required of me. Slowing to a stop, the driver pulled to the curb just a few doors away from my wife's building. The street was nearly deserted as we entered the decaying structure and climbed the stairs to my wife's room. Alyssa carefully inched the door open and peered inside. Glancing back at me and nodding, she opened the door and entered the room, motioning for me to follow. She was asleep on the bed, her naked body showing the consequences of the bikers' abuse. Strands of matted hair were glued to her face, the remnants of dried semen clinging to her eyelashes and lips. Dark bruises were beginning to appear on the insides of her thighs and over her hips and stomach, painful reminders of the crowd's endless violation of her helpless body. Alyssa walked quickly to the bed, reaching out to place a hand on her bare shoulder. My wife's eyes opened slowly, looking up at her; then, rolling onto her back, she spread her legs, waiting for her newest customer to take her turn. Alyssa smiled at her, shaking her head as she helped her to her feet. My wife's confusion turned to relief as she saw me arrive beside her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she collapsed into my waiting arms. We explained Alyssa's plan as she dressed, her face reflecting pure terror as we unveiled the steps necessary to rid her of Spike's cruelty. She knew our failure would result in her return to Spike's world, where she would be tortured by demons whose brutality exceeded her present suffering tenfold. Alyssa tried to reassure her, but her attempts made little difference as my wife reluctantly followed us out of the dismal room. We descended the stairs to the ground floor, then down a darker flight of stairs to the basement. Alyssa led us through several brick archways to a small room containing the laboring furnace, rumbling and leaking steam as it struggled to provide the aging building with a supply of heat and hot water. To the side of the roaring beast, fixed to the stone foundation, was a large mirror, reflecting our images back at us as we stared into the potential doorway to the creatures' abode. Alyssa walked directly to the mirror, expertly connecting several clips to the top and bottom edges, then attaching thin wires from the clips to the small box she had placed nearby. She returned to me, handing me the remote unit. Gazing at me intensely with her penetrating green eyes, she replied, "Let's do it!" I ushered my wife behind the furnace, where we watched through the maze of twisting pipes rising from the hissing boiler. Alyssa stood before the mirror, watching her reflection from a dangerously short distance. She removed the jacket, then, slowly, began to unbutton the silk blouse, finally discarding it on the floor beneath her. Her white, rounded breasts hung invitingly, the large dark nipples a stark contrast to the ivory flesh as we gaped at her reflection. Quickly removing the short skirt and lace panties, she stood naked before the now rippling surface of the full-length mirror. Both delicate arms rose behind her head as her fingers worked to free the tight knot of thick hair, allowing it to cascade about the soft skin of her naked shoulders. Shaking the mane of auburn hair free, she brought both hands to the long slit between her parted thighs, slowly separating the outer labia to present the wet, pink folds of her vulva to glowing eyes on the opposite side of the mirror. A single finger from her right hand entered the wet center, then moved slowly along the hooded clitoris, causing it to swell and glisten as waves of liquid flowed from within her. Her neck arched gracefully backward as a low "Ummmm" escaped her supple throat. Her slim body swayed as her hips rocked to meet her probing fingers, causing my cock to stir and thicken as I watched beside my trembling wife. Suddenly a pair of bony hands extended through the wavering surface of the mirror, reaching for her inviting body as she writhed in self- induced heat. Slowly, arms, shoulders, head, and torso passed through the portal's shimmering plane. Spike pushed through his familiar entry to our world, fascinated by this exquisite new prey, offering her willing body as she masturbated for him. Alyssa's eyes met mine just as she shouted, "Now!" I hit the remote switch just as Spike was halfway through the portal. The flowing surface pulsed once, then settled back to a solid, flat pane of glass, trapping the monster between our world and his. He screamed in agony as his body was severed, green liquid spewing over the mirror's surface. "Nooo! Mother, please, help me! Aghhhh..." His screams stopped suddenly as the visible portion of his body dropped from the mirror to the floor, a puddle of thick, green slime flowing from the gaping wound. My wife began to cry hysterically as she approached his limp body from behind the furnace. The horror was nearly unbearable as she realized the creature that had sold her to an endless parade of abusive customers was the same alien infant she had given birth to in the monster's lair. Alyssa ran to the mirror, then looked back at me, pointing at the control in my shaking hand. "Open it, hurry!" she shouted. Quickly flipping the switch in the opposite direction, I watched the mirror shift and waver as the portal again opened. She thrust her head and shoulders through the surface, then, lean white muscles straining, she pulled the lower half of the demon's body back through the mirror, allowing it to fall to floor with a dull thud. She shook the green slime from her hands and arms, noticing our surprised expressions. "We can't leave body parts behind - they attract the creatures to the portal, then lead them here, to us." She stood facing us, back to the mirror, her slim, naked body surrounded by the oozing fragments of her latest conquest. She seemed oblivious to her striking nakedness, reveling in the satisfaction of her gruesome kill. My eyes widened in horror as I saw the huge figure squeeze through the open portal behind her. I activated the control again, hoping to repeat the plan that had left Spike a neatly severed corpse. I was too late! The immense monster loomed before us, now even larger and more sinister than when he last ejected us from his domain in a furious rage. Alyssa saw the fear that now paralyzed us, then turned slowly, looking into the glowing red eyes of the giant demon. Surveying the carnage before him, his gaze traveled from Alyssa to me, then finally to my wife. Smiling slightly, he eyed her from head to foot, amused by the outrageously revealing outfit from Spike's collection. "Come here, my dear," he ordered. My wife hesitated, shaking violently as she stood beside me. The red in his eyes intensified, causing her to gasp as he invaded her. Surrendering to him, she paced across the room, stopping so close to him that her breasts brushed his bulging chest with every deep breath. Sensing her terror, he replied, "Ahh, you expect retaliation for your part in the senseless destruction of your son. Life comes very cheaply to us, my dear. Many others have grown to take this one's place in the short time since his birth." Now grinning widely, he continued. "Judging by your appearance, he has served us well!" "Strip for me. I've always enjoyed watching your body respond as it swells and drips with desire for me. I'm sure you've missed my special talents." She discarded the scraps of clothing, now standing inches from the monster, totally naked and under his control. Raising both hands to her nipples, he chuckled as he pulled and twisted them, hearing the low moan escape her trembling throat. "Yes, I knew you would be easy." His huge hands traveled over her shoulders and neck, finally grasping her head in his powerful grip. Pulling her mouth to his, he kissed her brutally, mauling her lips and tongue as he held her helpless body. We watched her shudder several times, then saw her hands enter his heavy robe, finally caressing his meaty cock with greedy fingers. She fell to her knees as he released her, fingers still dancing over his rigid penis, now coaxed from the opening of his parted robe. Turning his attention to Alyssa, his evil grin widened as he recognized her face, then her body, as she stood defiantly before him. "Before I kill you, show us one last time how you used to cum for me." Her body spasmed, face wincing as he invaded her mind with his unheard words. She began to breathe deeply, thrusting her small, firm breasts forward, hardening nipples rising from the smooth white globes. Her long, narrow slit opened immediately, revealing wet, pulsing folds of flesh, now dripping freely as she fought the lust he created. Her entire body shook with uncontrollable desire, swaying breasts quivering as her thighs glistened with juices that flowed from the gaping hole between her legs. "God damn you," she uttered, just seconds before the massive orgasm descended on her. A long moan escaped her as her body twisted and jerked helplessly, cumming and surrendering to his will. The monster watched with satisfaction until she collapsed to her knees, exhausted from the crushing spasms. As she struggled to recover, his grin evaporated, replaced with a somber stare. "I should have destroyed you when I took your husband," he toned menacingly through clenched teeth. "Did you know that I keep his skull in my collection, as a trophy?" "Fuck you!" she spat, glaring at him with unbridled loathing. "Fuck that," he replied, his anger rising. Thin red beams of light jumped from his eyes to hers, causing her to cry out as the pain stabbed at her. She turned suddenly toward the furnace. The lean muscles of her thighs and calves hardened as she fought his hold over her. Haltingly, step after step, she approached the steam-filled stub of pipe that jutted from the scalding boiler. Now inches from the blistering surface, she released a frightening "Noooo!" as he commanded her to take the sizzling phallus inside her. She screamed in agony as he forced her closer, the sensitive tissues of her exposed genitals inflamed from the scorching heat. Without warning, the large mirror began to vibrate, threatening to shake itself loose from the stone foundation. For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes as he glanced first at the mirror, then back at Alyssa. "What have you done?" he roared, as he began to lose his control over her. She turned to face him, returning a look of hatred and satisfaction that, for an instant, froze the beast where he stood. He turned and ran toward the mirror as its surface softened and flowed. Dragging my wife by the neck, he leaped into the portal, pulling her through it after him to the safety of his own world. Seconds later, a blinding, blue-white glow burst from the mirror, causing my eyes to ache as I shielded them with both hands. I heard Alyssa's cry as her body collided with mine, landing on top of me against the far wall. Immediately the mirror exploded, sending a shower of glass across the room. Razor sharp fragments rained down on us as we lay against the wall, keeping our backs to the deadly storm. I raised my head slowly as the last of the knifelike shards fell around us, sounding oddly like the music of many wind chimes caught in a sudden breeze. The weight of Alyssa's body pressed against me as I looked cautiously about the room, echoes of the falling glass still ringing in my ears. Her head lay motionless on my chest as scores of tiny cuts over her lean back and buttocks oozed trickles of blood into the curves and valleys of her ivory body. Just as I was about to wake her, she was suddenly looking at me, those determined emerald eyes causing my slowing pulse to quicken slightly. "You OK?" she asked. "I think so," I croaked, trying to put aside the effect her self-assured beauty was having on me. Her lips formed a warm smile that tried to melt away any restraint that I had tried to muster. She lifted her weight off me, standing, then helping me to my feet. I saw her wince as the fire from the many cuts over her back found her, now overcoming the adrenaline rush that had numbed the biting wounds. "Did you...do that?" I asked. "Well, not alone. Thirty minutes ago, over a hundred members of our group each opened a portal and placed a device developed by my husband on the other side. I placed mine when I recovered the remains of Spike's body." "I didn't notice," I replied. "You, or anyone else, weren't supposed to. The devices 'tunnel' energy from our reality to theirs, releasing it in a synchronized burst. It's not quite like combining matter and antimatter, but the chain reaction is thought to cause massive damage on the other side." "My wife...is she..." "I'm very sorry. We're not sure if the creatures really 'die', or just retreat to a reality we don't yet understand; but a human wouldn't have had a chance on the other side of the portal. She was an unexpected variable; I had no idea he would take her back." Without warning, the pain and anger engulfed me, crushing me as I began to cry. They had finally won. My wife had been tortured and humiliated for months, then was taken from me just as we found new hope for our future together. Now she was gone, taken by the monster in one last cruel attempt at revenge. I felt Alyssa's arms around me as I stood there in shock and despair, then felt her gentle sobs as her tears wetted my shirt. Were her tears for her murdered husband, my lost wife, or sympathy for me? Maybe there wasn't just one reason why either of us cried. Maybe we cried for everyone. Maybe it was just the pain. We parted company soon after leaving the Grotto. Riding together in her car, we watched silently as the yawning door of the dilapidated building shrank, eventually fading from sight. We sat quietly during the ride to my home, neither of us speaking a word, our thoughts occupied with the awful past and our uncertain futures. As the car finally pulled to a stop in front of my house, I glanced at her tear-streaked face, then, looking away, mumbled, "I, um, ah, ..." I felt her hand land gently on my arm, stopping me in mid stammer. "I'm sorry about your wife. If I could have done anything to save her, I would have. Try to put this behind you. It won't be easy, but you can do it. I did. I must go now." Smiling with great effort, she squeezed my arm firmly, then released me as the door opened. "Have a good life," she offered warmly, as she placed the large dark glasses over her reddened eyes. I climbed from the car, then turned back, looking into a face that now appeared as it did the first time we met, half hidden behind the smoky lenses. "Will they be back?" I asked. She looked at me for a long time before answering. "We'll watch and wait. Time will tell." She reached for the door, closing it with a soft thud, leaving me staring at the tinted window. As the car pulled from the curb, the window lowered a few inches, allowing a narrow shaft of daylight into the dark interior. She looked back as the car picked up speed, the dark lenses hiding pools of tears rising in those unforgettable green eyes. - Epilogue - I've struggled to put the past events behind me as Alyssa suggested. As the weeks and months drag on, the pain is slowly beginning to fade, although I'm sure the effect the past has had on me will be long- lasting. Looking into any mirror fills me with gnawing anxiety, and I will always search for a slight gleam of red in the eyes of anyone I meet. I reported my wife as "missing" soon after the incident. The authorities asked all the typical questions; I answered in half-truths and lies, knowing the real story would probably put me in prison or a mental hospital. After a week or two, they stopped asking, telling me they would keep the case open, but "not to hold my breath". I didn't. Three months later I would open my door to find those pleading, green eyes looking back at me as the late afternoon sun spread a brilliant halo about her glistening hair. "Can I come in? Can we talk?" Alyssa asked. The ambivalence I felt at the first sight of her was unnerving. The excitement of her warm smile brought with it a flood of memories I had only just started to forget. We spent the day talking, finally making plans to see each other again. We became close friends, then, after a long time, devoted lovers. As I hover over her tonight, she reaches up to me, chasing away bits of the past that still leak through the walls I've built against it. Adjusting her long body under mine, she raises her narrow hips to meet me, welcoming the last inch of my erection inside. Her hands move over my shoulders and chest, skilled fingers dancing, electrified, over the surface of my skin. Withdrawing slowly, I pause, then begin to fill her again at the same even pace, hearing her quiet moan when I'm again tight against her. Those maddening fingers trail over my stomach, continuing down, entering the small space between us when I again pull away. Lightly, delicately, she caresses my tightening sac, returning me inside her as she tugs at me. I'm lost in the pleasure she gives me, taken to another place as my orgasm beckons. A slight twinge in my groin startles me, then a long steady ache from my scrotum shakes me from my impending release. Blinding pain suddenly engulfs me. I look for the source in confusion, finding her grinning face staring up at me with red glowing eyes. Now panic-stricken, I claw at the sheets, trying to escape the demon as it clutches me tightly, its deep laughter pouring from her exquisite mouth. I break free, landing on my back; now paralyzed, I'm unable to escape. I begin to scream as it approaches me, now closing in on its helpless prey. Opening my eyes one last time, I hear the echoes of my own terror hanging in the air about me. Soft hands cradle me, and a gentle "Shhh" floats down from Alyssa's worried face, waking me from the hideous dream, a nightmare that will be a part of us for the rest of our lives. THE END

FOR LOVE OF FRANCE An Entertainment in several parts by James Anderton The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. Prologue: "Francoise Chambet, Ex Model. Ex wife, and soon to be Ex Publisher." The thoughts wouldn't leave her. Here she was, two years into the war, and now the Boche have murdered her editor. It had been bad enough when her husband Gilles had been killed at the beginning of the war, but at least he had died fighting, and had also left her his fortune and publishing business. Life had been tough. At first, as Nazi censorship took hold, all pretence at objectivity became futile, and Francoise had decided to give up. Let the Boche publish their own lies. It had been Bernard who had persuaded her otherwise. "Run the paper for them, but use your contacts to help the Maquis" he had said. So she did. And now, probably by accident, she was alone. The air raid had been precise, the old police station reduced to rubble, her Editor-Brother killed by allied bombs as he cultivated his contacts in the local Military headquarters., leaving her staring at the flickering flames wondering what on earth she should do. Somehow she had to find a way of keeping the information flowing. She looked sullenly around the huge room she was sitting in. Memories of the five years she had shared with Gilles before the war came flooding back. In her mind the room took on it's previous glamour. She remembered how the Chateau used to be the social centre of the district. "That's it" she thought bitterly to herself. If society is to be run by the Germans, then I will offer them the premises from which to do it. ========================================== Part 1: "Hierein!" Ernst Hartmann sat behind his huge oak desk, revelling in the space afforded him in his new, if temporary office. At One metre 80, he was not amongst the tallest of men, but he was tall enough, good looking, and exuded that indefinable authority that made people accept his orders without question. The allies had done him a favour, wiping out much of the hierarchy and elevating him to Regional Head of the Gestapo. From here, he would be more able to effect schemes that not only served his masters, but also allowed him to practice being one. The young woman dressed in full military uniform stood stiffly to attention in front of the desk. "Corporal Monika Glasneck at your service Sir" she shouted. "At ease! Corporal." I will call you Monika in private, you will call me Sir! Understood?" "Yes sir". She adjusted her stance, dropping the salute, resting both hands clasped together in the small of her back, feet slightly apart, heels closer together than toes. "Well then, Monika, tell me about yourself" "Yes Sir!" Her heels clicked, despite being "At Ease". "I am 22 years old, married, from Dresden, Sir. I joined the Hitler Youth at 16, joined the Administrative Corps two years ago after I married. My husband was posted to North Africa so I volunteered for special duties, and was posted here as secretary to Colonel Grauhof, Sir!" Although not overly well developed, her chest swelled with pride as she yelled her CV. Hartmann stood up, and walked leisurely around the desk. He stood behind Monika, legs slightly akimbo, tapping his stick gently against his leg. "What do you know of your assignment?" "I am to provide secretarial services to the Colonel, but am covertly assigned to your section, Sir! My orders are to follow your orders, Sir" "And did they teach you to take orders, Monika?" "Yes Sir, without questioning, Sir" Hartmann stroked his cane against the seam of her stocking. She stood still, not flinching as he ran it between her knees. He tapped the cane gently between them, encouraging her to spread her stance. She did so, immediately, unquestioningly. "Were you not taught to put your stockings on properly? Your seams are not straight" "Sorry, Sir", she replied, knowing full well she was being tested. Her seams were immaculate. They always were. Hartmann smiled to himself. He had been told that having a compliant obedient indoctrinated little bitch like this one was a perk of rank, but he never expected to get the opportunity to savour it so swiftly. I can't let you out like that Monika, can I? I will straighten them for you. Bend over and place your hands on my desk". "Yes sir". Keeping her feet where they were, she leaned forward, extended her arms and leaned forward until she almost lost her balance. She felt Hartmann's stick climb higher between her legs, lifting the hem of her skirt above her stocking tops. She heard his intake of breath as her best silk knickers came into view. Despite her curious situation, she felt strangely aroused by her position. She could feel the juices lubricating her innards, and when the stick stopped its movement, withdrew, and let the hem of her regulation skirt fall back, she felt the sharp pang of disappointment. Any such feeling was short-lived, however. Almost immediately she felt a cool waft of air as Hartmann lifted her skirt high over her back, leaving her exposed to his gaze. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him bend over and smooth the tops of her stockings with a gentle stroking motion of his hands. He stood up, moved beside her, placed one hand firmly on her bottom, leaned over mimicking her own stance, and whispered in her ear. "Your knickers are wet. Did you know?" "Yes Sir" she stuttered whilst maintaining the Military discipline she knew was expected of her. She was less sure when she felt his hand ingratiate itself into her pants, drawing them down around her knees. He stood up, moving away behind her, leaving her confused but still strangely excited. The stick returned! This time higher up her inside thigh. She shivered as it wormed its way into her slit, pausing when it teased her clit. A couple of gentle prods was all it took to have her on the verge of orgasm, the tension unbearable. Still it did not stop. A short pause, and on it went, pushing and prodding up her crack until it rested gently against the bud of her arsehole. "I think you have been well trained, Corporal Glasnek. I look forward to taking full advantage." She felt the point of the stick twist lightly in her bottom as, with a slight push, she felt it ease past her entrance, penetrating to the point of discomfort. "You also have a nice arse, he muttered, did your husband use it?" "No Sir" "Then I might also enjoy introducing you to the pleasures of Sodomy." "Thank you, sir" she replied nervously, not sure how to respond to his disdain. She had no time to worry about it. The rustling of his trousers as he unfastened his buttons was followed immediately by the soft PLOP as he withdrew his stick. She was ready for anything, but still the single thrust of his enormous penis into her vagina took her by surprise. She rocked forward on her hands, forced against the desk, painfully squashing her breasts against the cool woodwork. She thought, fleetingly, of the gentle wooing from her husband that had left her so unmoved, before being overwhelmed by the crashing orgasm that ripped through her body as he drove relentlessly into her. Her juices flowed. Copious quantities ran down the inside of her legs as he pounded on and on and on. She had never experienced such pleasure in all her young life. When his orgasm came, her own state of excitement was so high that she hardly noticed his dick twitching in her pussy. She felt him withdraw, and leaned, exhausted as he tidied himself up, oblivious to the gooey mess running down her legs. "Attention!" The command snapped her from her reverie. She snapped upright, clipped her heels, and assumed her previous military bearing. Her skirt fell back over her bottom, her knickers fell to her feet. "You have done well, Corporal! I am sure you will serve the Fuerher well. Report to me daily. You are dismissed." Monika's chest swelled with pride as she stepped out of her knickers, spun on her heels, and marched briskly out of his office, eager to do whatever the domineering officer required in the name of the fatherland. Behind her, Hartmann picked up her discarded underwear and smiled to himself, pondering the times to come. Part 2 Colonel Jacob Grauhof sat smiling grimly to himself behind his new desk. Nothing had seemed to be going right. Weeks of careful planning and persuasion had convinced the Editor of the local paper to support his programme for maintaining order, only for the damned RAF to kill him in a speculative raid on the local Police Station. Then Himmler's puppet Hartmann had turned up, making life difficult, and accusing him of being stupid to select the Police Station as his headquarters in the first place. Suddenly, there he was, sitting in the shabby lounge of a hurriedly appropriated Hotel, waiting to see the owner of the local paper, knowing that he had objected to Bernard's editorial stance. It could have been a difficult day. A soft knock on the door announced the entry of the lovely Corporal Glasneck. "The Owner of "Le Tribune" is here to see you sir." Grauhof felt the disdain in her voice as she swivelled on her lovely ankles and swayed back to the doorway. He knew she was going to make him pay for his earlier clumsy attempt at seduction. Things were definitely not going well! His mournful reverie was interrupted. A low swishing sound and the clicking of feminine heels caused him to look up into the frank confident gaze of one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. "Colonel Grauhof!, I am Madame Chambet, Owner of Le Tribune. I believe you wished to see me". Part 3 The room was cold and dank. The girl stood in the middle, between two soldiers. No-one had said anything to her since they had picked her up outside the farm three hours or more ago. They had made it sound like an invitation, but it clearly was not one she could turn down. It had been hot then, a fine summer's evening, but now the chill in this cellar was cold on her bare arms and legs. A light summer dress was inappropriate garb for such a place. The bang of the door startled her as a tall German Officer strode briskly into the room. "Good evening Fraulein Gilbert. Isobel, isn't it?" His smile, disarmingly warm, caused her to relax a little. Perhaps this was routine after all. "I have a little matter to resolve, and I am told that you are able to help me resolve it" "If I can, I will" "Good", he smiled again, "that is exactly what I would want...," he paused before adding "..and expect". The veiled threat was not lost on Isobel, as she realised that this was no ordinary soldier standing before her. "And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" She stammered, attempting to demonstrate a confidence she did not feel. "Herr Ernst Hauptmann, at your service, Fraulein", his heels clicked quietly as he leaned forward in a slight bow. "I am head of the Gestapo here, and I need to find your brother". "I expect he will be at home, by now" Isobel blurted out as the seriousness of both her and her brother Gerard's situation became clear to her. Hauptmann closed the gap between them and raised his hand. As he spoke, the menace in his voice grew, and he slowly drew his knuckles down her cheek until he lightly held her chin between thumb and forefinger. Isobel felt as if the room had just cooled by another five degrees, as she struggled to break his gaze. "We both know, liebtschen, that your brother has not been home for two weeks. You and I both know he is leader of the local resistance cell, and will soon be called to account. Isobel shook her head in apparent disbelief, as Hartmann continued, his voice dropping to a whisper as he moved his head closer and hissed into her ear. "You, my pretty one, know where he is, and you can either tell me the easy way, or not. Either way, you will tell me all you know." Isobel moved to step backwards as she protested her ignorance of any such activities. She got no further than half a step before she found her two escorts closing down her retreat. Strong arms gripped her elbows as Hartmann leered into her face. "So, we do it the hard way, eh?" His grip on her chin loosened, and, tracing his index finger down the length of her throat, began to gently stroke up and down her cleavage. "Please tell me, where has your brother been during the last two weeks?" Isobel stared at him, like a frightened rabbit in a car's headlights. "I don't know", she muttered, "I don't know". Hartmans eyes never left hers, as he repeated his question. Whilst doing so, his fingers flipped open the top button of her dress, revealing the lacy top of her slip. Two more repeats of the question, followed, each meeting the same response, her dress unbuttoned to the waist. "I think you can see where this is leading, little one". She began to struggle, but only succeeded in dislodging one shoulder of her dress, which fell down her arm revealing the lacy strap of her slip, and the swell of her breast. Hartmann's fingers continued to release her buttons until the whole of her dress flapped loosely. A slight relaxation of the escorts grip on her elbows and suddenly her dress was round her ankles, leaving her standing shivering in the cold dank air. Isobel glanced sideways at her captors. The look of lust in their eyes confirmed to her that even if she told Hatmann what she knew, she would never get out of here unharmed. Her resolve stiffened, she would not betray Gerard! Hartmann was experienced. He had been here before, and knew that even total degradation and pain would not be enough to loosen the girls tongue. He had seen it before, that steely look was only too familiar to him. Fortunately, he was also experienced enough to know how to deal with it, but that could wait. First, he and the troopers might have a little fun. He reached out, stroking her breast through her slip, with the back of his hand. He no longer felt the need to question the girl, telling her that he would stop when she agreed to co-operate was enough. He knew she was probably cold, but the shivering was definitely fear induced. All the better!. A quick tug on the front of her slip was enough to leave her standing in her knickers and stockings, her breasts firm and well formed, her nipples standing out erect in the chill of the cellar. Isobel knew there was no turning back, but even she did not expect the next move. Hartmann's hand returned to her breast. "Please", he said gently, "kneel down"! She ignored him, looking him straight in the eye with a defiant stare. His fingers began to gently roll her left nipple, stimulating it until it began to tingle. "Please", he repeated, his eyes never leaving hers, "kneel down". She continued to ignore him as the grip of his fingers tightened. Swiftly what had been irritating became painful, until his fingers were tightly squeezing her tender flesh. Tears began welling in her eyes as she felt her resolve weakening. His grip changed slightly, still squeezing hard, he began to pull downwards, extending her nipple before dragging her slowly to the floor as she submitted to the pain. "Good", he whispered, still maintaining the incongruously placid tone of voice. "I see you are beginning to understand". " Please open your mouth". She looked quizzically at him, not really understanding what he meant. "Come on now, don't disappoint me again"! She parted her lips and formed a small "O". "Wider", she complied, feeling stupid kneeling here on the cold floor, her nipple burning with pain, and her mouth open for no apparent reason. Hartmann nodded almost imperceptably at the guards holding her arms, and she felt the release her. For a moment, she held out the hope of an end to her torment, but it was rudely shattered by the sound of belts being loosened and trousers being removed behind her. "Keep it open"! Hartmann growled at her as she relaxed her gape, allowing her mouth to close slightly to relieve the tension in her jaw. As he spoke, one of the guards, now naked moved to join him in front of her. His penis, already erect, jutted in front of him as he positioned himself in front of her face. She clamped her jaw shut, determined to resist. Hartmanns tone didn't change. "Please open your mouth" "you must do as I demand" "Never", she hissed through gritted teeth. "Then so be it!". As he spoke, she heard the hiss of the second guards belt a split second before it struck her. The strap laid a streak of pain across the bottom of her shoulder blade, before the buckle slipped around her torso to deliver a shaft of searing agony to the underside of her right breast. She screamed, long, and loud. As her mouth opened her scream was cut short by the thrust of the guards penis, straight in to the back of her throat. Her attempt to close her mouth was thwarted by the sheer size of the organ between her lips, and she almost threw up as she gagged on its length. As she surreptitiously glanced sideways, she saw Hartmann looking down on her with sardonic smile playing on his lips. She had no time to respond however, as the guard grabbed a handfull of her hair, tilted her head back, and began to thrust in and out of her mouth. As his penis was withdrawn she attempted to expel it further and bite down. A second lash from the belt reminded her of her folly. Her scream of pain muffled by the guards organ was still loud enough to attract attention from elsewhere. The old woman cleaner hustles her younger colleague through the door. "Quickly girl! Tell Gerard they have Isobel, tell him Hartmann is interrogating her, .... tell him to be careful, and get away!" Across town, Grauhof's smile widened as he remembered first his surprise, and then his delight at the realisation that the owner was a truly beautiful woman. His delight had been further enhanced by her request that he help her find a suitable editorial replacement. He chuckled to himself as he remembered his telephone call to the hated Hartmann asking if he wanted to take advantage of the situation. It was a favour he had yet to call in. Now, here he was, installed in the most wonderful building, an office the size of a football pitch, in probably the most elegant local headquarters in the Army. It was no surprise that General Rauenberger had decided to bring forward his visit. If only Madam Chambet's hospitality had extended to catering for his more personal needs .----- Part 4 The corridor was dark and cold. Even so, Gerard Gilbert was sweating, the cold clammy sort of sweat that fear brings on. Clutching his pistol, he followed the faint whimperings he could hear in the distance. He was surprised at the lack of guards, especially since Hartmann was supposed to be in the building. Only the Gestapo would be arrogant enough to assume that no rescue attempt would be made. He was still looking for the trap when he found himself standing outside the cell where the noise originated. The door was slightly ajar, and a slight push opened it enough for him to peer inside. He almost threw up at the sight that greeted him. A girl, Isobel?, was tied face down over and upturned chair. Her rump thrust into the air, covered in blood, faeces and white sticky stuff which could only be semen. Both feet hung limply from the ends of her legs, both ankles clearly smashed. It was all he could do to stop himself rushing into the room to comfort her, but at the critical point his sense returned as his gaze took in the rest of the room. Two German troopers, clearly drunk, sat slumped in chairs across a small table covered in playingcards. A noise behind him caused him to whirl around, finger tightening on the trigger as he found himself pushing the barrel of his pistol into the chest of his old friend Margaret the cleaner. Holding a finger to his lips to silence her, he gesticulated to her to wait, and, taking his courage in both hands, dived into the small cell, spraying bullets from his pistol as he did so. His first two caught one of the gaurds full in the chest killing him instantly, but the second was quicker. He grabbed his machine pistol and sent an arc of fire across the room before Gerard's bullet took him between the eyes. Gerard paused, lying full length on the floor to get his breath back, and his wits together. Gathering himself, he turned to Isobel. The guards bullets had drawn a line of small holes across her lower back. Choking back the tears, he cradled his beloved sister as the life ebbed from her body. "He, ...He ... He's gone to see Francoise with the General", she whispered through the pain. "he knows ............ about..... you" Gerard stared, tears rolling silently down his cheeks as she gasped her last, horrified at the loss of his lovely sister, his grief slowly turning to rage as the meaning sunk in. Francoise was in danger, she had to be warned. He looked up to find Margaret staring blankly at him, and the carnage in the room. "Please", he sobbed, "Look after her". "Please make sure she gets home." Part 5 Francoise was puzzled. The phone call she had just received worried her more for what was not said, than had been. "Be careful, Haartman and the General are on their way to see you. Gerard will get to you as soon as he can. She was still wondering what the message meant when she heard the roar of motor vehicles on the drive. Within minutes, Haartman, Grauhof, and a tall distinguished-looking officer she didn't recognise, marched into the room. "Heil Hitler!" squeaked Grauhof, clearly trying, and failing, to be at his most authoritative. Francoise' discomfort level rose, as General Rauenberger was introduced. "To what do we owe this honour?", Herr General" she asked, in as clear a voice as she could manage. "I'm sorry, Madame Chambet, but I am here on official business. It has been brought to my attention that the local Maquis have gained access to some very sensitive information, and the only common feature of the events is this Chateau, and the hospitality that goes on here". "I do hope you're not blaming my girls, General". "Indeed I am, Madame, and I have no intention of allowing it to continue." Desperation clutched at Francoise' breast. Mustering as much dignity as she could, she launched into an ill-judged display of indignance. "How dare you"!" I lend you my house, provide you and your troops with all the comforts you need and this is the thanks I get? You disgust me! You need me and my newspaper to keep the population under control .... Its me and my newspaper that hold the power .....". She stopped! aware that she had gone too far. As the General turned purple with rage, Haartman closed the distance between himself and her, and cracked her with an open handed slap across the cheek. Instinctively she tried to hit him back, but his hand caught hers in mid flight. She stared at Haartman, the look in his eyes was all to familiar. She had embarrassed him in front of his superiors, and he was livid. For a split second, she thought he would kill her on the spot, but then his expression softened. He smiled, knowingly, but it slowly degenerated into a leer. "Power Eh?" "I'll show you power." "Take off your dress!" "Don't be silly!" "I said take off your dress." Francoise stared him down. "You may force me, but you will take no pleasure from that!". "You are quite correct, my dear". Francoise spun round to see the General himself approaching her. "It would only demonstrate power if you offered yourself to him." "Cochon!" spat Francoise, mustering courage she didn't feel. I would never lower myself!" "Ah, but you misunderstand the nature of true power, my dear". We do not need to harm you. You will willingly do everything asked of you if I require it." As he spoke, he rang the service bell. Instantly, Marcel the family servant appeared at his elbow. "Yes?, herr General" General Rauenberger ignored him and addressed the guards on either side of the doorway. "Take this man and shoot him!" "Oh, and give his daughter to the troops for the night". The colour drained from Francoise's face. "No!, Please!, you can't do that, he has done nothing, and Justine is only 14 years old". "Perhaps there is something that can be done, but that rather depends on you doesn't it". Ice cold shivers ran down her back as she realised whar was in store for her. For an instant she felt she knew how a mouse felt when caught in a trap. There was no way out, she would have to play for time and hope to think of something. "Very well, let him go" General Raauenberg dismissed the servant with a slow wave of his hand and walked slowly across to the most comfortable chair in the room. "Please, Gentlemen, be seated." Hartmann and Grauhof sat at either end of the sofa, leaving the two guards standing by the door, and Francoise in the middle of the carpet. "Close the door on your way out" Rauenberg ordered the guards, "and you madame, show us what you have to offer in exchange for your servants' lives". Francoise stood, her legs shaking, wondering where to start. She knew what they would do to her, but she also hoped that Gerard would be along to rescue her. She had to make this last as long as possible before they tired of her and killed her. She raised her hand, and unfastened the top button of her dress. Haartman smiled, and gestured that he wanted more. Slowly, she started with the next. Colonel Grauhof couldn't believe his luck. For months he had been trying to make progress with this bitch, and now she was offering herself on a plate. The General certainly knew how to get what he wanted. Part 6 Hartmann was getting impatient. This teasing had to stop. "Get on with it, or I'll bring that old fool back in here". He stood up, started pacing slowly up and down, slapping his stick against his leg. " I think you had better do as he says", scoffed the General, "or he may decide not to let you make your offer". "To hell with any offer, we all know why you are here, so get that dress off now!" Francoise struggled quickly out of the frock, letting it fall in a puddle at her feet. She stood, shivering in her chemise, wishing that she could just vanish into thin air. "Lets see your arse". "Turn around". She did so, facing the only vacant armchair in the room. Hartmann walked past her, turned the chair around, and without ceremony pushed her over it's back. Francoise struggled to stand back upright, his hold on the back of her neck keeping her breasts crushed against the coarse fabric. "Tie her hands!" instructed the General, and her struggle subsided as thin ropes were attached from her wrists to each of the front feet of the chair. Although her legs were free, she could not get enough movement to change her position, and she resigned herself to her capture. The General moved behind her. His hand smoothed a path over her lower back, down under her chemise, and into the waistband of her knickers. Slowly he drew them down her legs until they nestled across her knees. "Open your legs" he commanded". She couldn't. The embarrassment was too much. The swish of Hartmanns stick was followed by streaks of fire, spreading from the cheek of her buttock through every nerve in her body. He had not held back, and when the second one landed on her other cheek, any feeling of embarrassment was swept away on a wave of agony. Slowly she parted her legs, stretching he pants across her knees, presenting the most appetising view of her rear to the old arsebandit Rauenberg. Tears flowed down Francoise' cheeks, more from the humiliation than the pain, but however wide she tried to spread her legs between the restraining panties, Hartmann was unmoved. Blow after blow struck her tender behind, raising bright scarlet welts across the white, previously unblemished skin. "Enough" I want to see her put to better use than that. "Grauhof! See how well she sucks dick". "Jawohl Herr General" Grauhof couldn't believe his luck. He rushed around the chair, opening his flies in a most unseemly rush and placed himself in front of the weeping Madame Chambet. She looked up at him through her tears. his little dick was only half the size of Gerard, and she almost laughed at the thought. Grahof kneeled on the seat of the armchair, his dick pushing insistently at the lovely lips of Madame Chambet. Hartmann called the General to one side and began a low-pitched, animated conversation,whilst Grauhor made himself comfortable. "Open wide, liebschen," he muttered. He had desperately wished for this moment, but he was taking no pleasure from the way she was being forced to behave. "Let me in, don't give them an excuse to hurt you more". Francoise could hardly believe she heard him, his voice so low she was sure Hartmann hadn't heard. "Help me, please?" she crooned, working his dick into her mouth as gently as she could. Perhaps he could prove to be useful if she humoured him. She began to lick his shaft up and down, taking it full length without effort into her mouth. Almost immediately she heard him gasp, and felt his muscles tense. His orgasm was immediate, and unspectacular, just like everything else about him, but as he recovered his composure, he patted her head like a dog. "Thank you, Madame, I have waited a long time for that". and then, under his breath, " I will do what I can. Part 7 Monica Glasneck sat at her desk outside Grauhof's new office. She was enjoying every minute of her new assignment. Hartmann was incredible. He was cold, aloof, and arrogant, but when he demanded her attention she creamed her pants at the thought of serving him. The sex was spectacular, the secretarial work for Grauhof dull and undemanding. Her thoughts drifted off as she anticipated her next session, bent to his demands, his prick pistoning in and out of her arse. Her hand slipped beneathy her skirt, searching out her sex ..... Click!! she froze as the press of cold steel against her temple woke her from her reverie. "Do exactly as I say fraulein". "Stand up, hands on your head" "Over to the door". Inside, Hartmann and Rauenberg had takn matters into their own hands. Ignoring Grauhofs protestations to leave francoise alone, Hartmann now sat in the armchair, naked. His huge penis standing stiffly from his lap. Francoise in front of him, her hands untied, her hair wrapped around Rauenbergs hand dragging her towards Hartmann. He dragged the helpless woman up to the chair, pushed her knees apart and slid her onto Hartmanns lap. Francoise began to struggle, but only succeeded in centering the end of his dick on it's intended target. The bulbous head of his organ pushed relentlessly at her cunt as she moaned her resistance. She screamed as it pushed past her clenched muscles and rammed up her vagina. As his thrusting increased in tempo, she began to respond. Slowly, at first, then with ever-increasing gusto, she began to ride his dick. All sense of shame left her as she began to buck up and down on his huge organ. "God," she thought, "this man is incredible". Her breathing began to quicken, and soon she was clinging to him, gasping into his neck as the waves of pleasure flooded through her. She could not believe how abandonded she felt. As Hartmann slowed, to get a second breath, she suddenly became aware of Rauenberg behind her. At first, she thought he was trying to get his penis into her cunt alongside Hartmann as he waggled his somewhat lesser organ along her crack, but as his dick became slick with her juices, she felt him move higher, and begin to push insistently at her virgin arsehole. "No!, No! she yelped, "not there". Rauenberg ignored her frantic wriggling to get off Hartmanns dick, and thrust home. Francoise screamed in agony as the pain of her stretched arse seared through her. It did her no good. Rauenberg ignored her screaming and began to rock backward and forwards, ploughing up and down her arsehole. At the same time, Hartmann reciprocated, and as the pain began to ease in her rear end, Francoise found herself once again overcome by lust. As the heat built, she could feel her pulse begin to race, amd as the thrusing got faster and faster, she finally came with a scream loud enough to waken the dead. Outside the door, Gerard heard her scream, and, pushing the secretary before him, burst into the room. The sight which greeted Gerard was worse than he could possibly imagine. His beautiful Francoise lay, face down on top of a naked Hartmann, whilst Rauenberg, still clothed, but with his uniform trousers round his ankles, was lodged firmly up the backside of the prone young editor. "Stand still, or I kill the girl" he yelled in horror. Hartmann struggled to get up, but Francoise, realising how dangerous the situation was, kept him pinned firmly below her. Rauenberg, however, had no intention of doing as he was told. He turned, realised that Gerard was alone, and smiled. "Go on the", shoot her!" Gerard hesitated, unsure what to do. In the moment of confusion, Rauenberg rolled on to the floor, grabbed his pistol and fired. The shot ripped through Monica Glasneck, killing her stone dead. The impact and sudden weight of the girl caused Gerard to fall backwards as Rauenbergs second shot whistled over his shoulder. "Put the gun down, General" Rauenberg whirled around to see the source of the instruction, preparing to shoot as he did so. The shot which echoed around the room, hwever, came not from Rauenbergs gun, but that of Colonel Grauhof. Rauenberg's look of amazement remained on his face as the bullet hit him straight between the eyes. "You will die for this!" Hartmann shouted, as fear and panic competed in his mind. Grauhof, however remained calm, as though in a daze. "You, sir, are a disgrace " he intoned, drawing a shaking Francoise off Hartmanns torso. "You will never exercise that sort of power again", and , so saying put a single bullet into his head. "The Gun, if you please, Drop it". He gestured to Gerard who placed the weapon on the ground. Francoise struggled to her feet, and slowly began to dress, trying to regain as much composure as she could under the threat of certain death. She followed Grauhof's prompting gesture, and stood close to Gerard, both awaiting their fate. "Go!, both of you, before the guards come. Hurry!" Francoise looked unbelievingly at Gerard not knowing what to do. "I can deal with this" Grauhof growled, "now get off to your rooms before you get caught.Don't leave the building". Needing no second bidding, they ran for the door and headed for safety. Part 8 Six months later........ Gerard and Francoise Gilbert looked down from their drawing room window as the German column headed for the gates with unseemly haste. Allied troops were in the village, and it was only a matter of time before they reached the Chateau. The last six months had been difficult. Grauhof had to find an explanation for the death of such a high profile General, and the SS had taken reprisals against the locals who had taken the blame. On the other hand, Grauhof began to hand over information vital to the allies as the inevitability of defeat dawned on him. Francoise had promised to speak up for him if he was captured, but both of them knew that was an unlikely outcome. Gerard looked down at his new wife, as the first British trucks rolled through the gate. "Lets hope this occupation is less arduous than the last........... THE END The stories of James Anderton can be found at www.storiesonline.net and on the ASSTR website. Copyright James Anderton 2001 Please don't post on paid websites, and please make appropriate attribution on free ones. Thanks James

ITS ALL ABOUT IMAGE - A POWER BROKER STORY An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. ------------------------------------------------- Previous stories in the POWER BROKER Series are: A Crude Business The Ambassador's wife Vengeance Ambition Also by James Anderton For Love of France -------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE: AUTUMN 1987 - ENGLAND Smoke drifted lazily into the air from the end of Gerald Knebworthy's huge Cigar. Before him, a select group of his brightest students, all mellowed by several glasses of good brandy, eager to share with him the conclusions of their private project. It had started as a post-grad joke, three years ago- "Write a business plan to create an organisation which will be the most powerful organisation in the world within 30 years". Paul Hegarty rose to his feet. "As Managing Director Designate", he started with a big grin, "I will introduce you to The GODS Corporation, Global Organisation for the Destruction of Society, bringer of pestilence to the world's major powers". His audience chuckled, as he launched into his presentation. "First, what sort of enterprise? Political?, Industrial?, Financial? ......". Knebworthy sat forward in his seat. The guys had delivered .... "... only criminal certain enough, .......need a real business plan ...." Knebworthy's mouth fell open. The plan being proposed was exactly the proposition he had come up with, but in a level of detail he had only dreamed about. "....need seed capital, Rashchid's father could........ operating cash from drugs? prostitution?..." Knebworthy smiled to himself. This was going to work if they all bought into it. "...all-pervasive power is essential ... political .... financial ..... violence .... coercion ...." "What about the competition? You don't think people like the Mafia will just let you take over their path do you?" Knebworthy smiled to himself. Typical of Dan Hegarty to put his brother on the spot. "No, of course not bro. We need new suppliers, new customers, niches, like these......" Two hours later, Knebworthy, the newly elected CEO of GDS Ltd (GODS had sounded too pretentious when they discussed going "legit") dismissed his board and set them loose on the world. ========================== ITS ALL ABOUT IMAGE - A POWER BROKER STORY LONDON - 1989 All business receptions were the same these days. The drinks always flowed, each host desperate to provide the most innovative cocktail. Platesful of fingerfood were just as boring. They were either raw vegetables to demonstrate health awareness, or the most implausible concoctions to demonstrate creativity. In either case, she always passed. As founder and head of Ames-Rassmussen, Ingeborg Rasmussen knew the score. PR was about contacts. People respected her. She would have preferred liked to respected, but few of her clients ever got to know her. She always succeeded, and though no one could accuse her of being stand-offish, her cool exterior helped to calm ragged nerves, exude confidence and always helped smooth the path to a contract. She was fighting boredom as usual, her welcoming smile pasted to her face as she swanned her way around the crowd, glad handing here, small snippets of ego-building complements there. One of her A-list propects, Henry Jeavons MP was standing in the corner, facing into the room, deep in conversation with a tall man whose back prevented her catching Jeavon's eye. She moved closer. Jeavons looked up and spotted her approach. "Inge, my dear, how lovely to see you." "And you, Mr Jeavons. I didn't know you would be here today, it's really a pleasant surprise." "Indeed it is for me too. May I introduce my friend Mr Paul Hegarty?" Inge looked up into the bronzed face and bright blue eyes of the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He literally took her breath away. Speechless, she tried to compose herself and offered her hand. He ignored it, but smiled and offered her a drink. "No thank you. I wave a glass, but rarely drink on duty." "Then I will get you one another time when you are not." It was a statement, not a request. "Excuse me, I can see you need to talk." With that, he turned away and joined the group of people to his left, exchanging friendly greetings with all, and more intimate ones with a few, mainly good-looking ladies. Inge was astonished. She was truly annoyed that he had moved away so quickly. Men didn't do that to her. Several times over the next couple of hours she found herself searching for his face. Each time she found it, he was deep in animated conversation with a vivacious woman. Eventually she tried again and failed. He had gone without saying goodbye. Then, she thought to herself, why should he say goodbye, they had only spoken a couple of sentences. ========================== The plan was simple but different. Providing hookers to influential people was a staple diet for organised crime, and if GDS were to expand it's own influence it would have to be in that market. The other issue was the market itself. Paul's plan was audatious in the extreme. The vice trade operated by supplying young women and boys to people willing to pay. GDS already had enough income from prostitution, several projects were already reaping benefits. The GDS objective was power. The most powerful people could afford a hundred street hookers, where was the attraction of that. What they would really appreciate was fucking a recognisable somebody, especially if they were also married to a famous face. It would appeal to the egotistical side that all such people had to their character. An experience was not enough, it had to be truly memorable. What better than sleeping with a film star or top model. "Sonia could do it." "No. Sonia's needed elsewhere looking after our coke business. And besides, we need a completely legitimate business to act as cover. I think we need someone from outside. Someone with a track record in business. I want this to be a professional operation - quite different from traditional escort agency stuff. Can you imagine it. 10k for a dirty weekend with Madonna, or Britney Spears?" "I suspect you would have to promise marriage and untold riches to get women like that." "Maybe so, but they all have weaknesses, buttons to push. It's just a matter of finding the right ones. Anyway, to return to the matter in hand, I've had a headhunter looking for a candidate for us, and they've come up with three we should look at." Dan Hegarty looked at the three plain green folders his brother passed to him and began to read. "Looks like we have two certainties bro, let's get these two in." Paul looked across at him with a faint smile on his face. "Why only two? What's wrong with the third?" "Well, this one runs her own catering company, is still in her mid thirties, good enough looking, and has a penchant for having sex at parties. Sounds like the perfect choice - we could even use the catering company as cover." "True." "This second one looks an even better proposition. She has experience of the gambling business, ran her own Casino in Vegas, is still only in her early forties and looks the part. Very Tidy!" "Also True. So why not the third? She runs the biggest PR Agency in London for gods sake, and she's only twenty eight." "Well, frankly she looks too much of a challenge. She is stunning to look at, I'll grant you. but she has a reputation. I've met her. She is completely work focussed, only interested in making money and has no interest in sex. They don't call her the Ice Maiden for nothing. "Let's interview any of the three that exhibits interest. You take the Caterer and Gambler, and I'll tackle the Ice Maiden. Set the interviews for three weeks time, and lets issue the invites in two. That should be long enough for us to figure out whether or not they would be interested." "OK Paul, but I'm gonna have more fun than you. Enjoy the Ice Maiden." Paul smiled to himself as Dan left. A bit of brotherly rivalry was good for the soul. Reaching into his desk drawer, he extracted a single sheet of paper and replaced it where it had been earlier - in the Ice Maiden's file. Unknown to Dan, Paul had already started doing his homework. What Dan didn't know, he wouldn't miss......." ========================= Inge sat on the bench in the Public Library. She had passed Paul Hegarty in the street outside, and on impulse followed him in. She now had the problem of how to attract his attention. The last thing she wanted to do was walk up and ask him to shag her. A film came into her head. Angie dickenson dropping her glove in "Dressed to kill". Her intended lover had picked it up, followed her out to her taxi, got in the back with her and given her the big one. It might work for her. Paul knew she was ready by the way she followed him inside. He was in no hurry. If she was prepared to go to this trouble to be near him, she would make the next move as well. As she stood up from the bench and headed for the door, her car keys rattled across the library floor. She made no move to retrieve them even though she must have been alerted by the noise. Pauls next move was obvious. Pretending not to hear her keys fall wasn't easy. To Inge, it sounded like someone had kicked over a dustbin, but no-one looked up from their books. When she got to the door, she risked a surreptitious look backwards. Her keys were missing ...... and so was he. So far so good. The walk to her car seemed interminable, she moved deliberately neither dawdling too much in case it became too obvious, nor rushing to get it over with. At the car door she stopped and went through an elaborate pretense of failing to find her keys. Her sigh of reief when he appeared from nowhere and dangled them in front of her was nothing to do with finding her keys. Her plan seemed to be working perfectly. Steeling herself she swivelled to face her saviour. "Thank you! Oh, it's Mr Hegarty isn't it?" she gushed. "Indeed, Ms Rassmussen?" He leaned across her to open the door. The smell of his cologne drifted to her nose as his face passed within inches of hers. She had to force herself not to close the gap and kiss it. "Please!" he said, indicating her seat with an extravagent wave of his hand. She sat, knees primly together, feet on the kerb, and looked up at him with what she hoped was a "come hither" look. "I think I shall take you to lunch to buy that drink I offered" Not knowing how to repond to such a direct instruction from a man she hardly knew, she decided to stall for time and swung her legs into the car. Or at least she would have done had he not deftly stood on the toe of one shoe. The effect was humiliating for Inge. One leg travelled as intended into the footwell of the car. The other remained pinned to the pavement, splaying her legs, causing her dress to ride up her thighs, and giving any passers-by an uninterrupted view of her stocking tops and Janet Reger camiknickers. If she expected him to take advantage of the situation she was disappointed. His eyes never left hers. Over his shoulder, she could see a couple of youths nudging each other at the show she was being forced to put on. She felt the colour rise to her cheeks as one of the boys made wanking gestures to his mate. Still Paul's eyes never left hers. "... be there at twelve thirty. I may be late, but wait....." She snapped out of her reverie as she felt his foot innocuously slide off hers, releasing her leg to swiftly join it's partner. Looking down, she read the card he had put in her hand. She knew the Cafe Parisienne. She would not be late. ========================= THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!..... The bass drummed through his head, the flashing lights drilling into his eyeballs. "This is definitely not my scene, must be getting old," he mused. In truth, Dan Hegarty was in his element. He had always been a party animal and exuded the natural aura of someone used to scoring in such an environment. He leaned casually against the door frame, his eyes scanning the room with apparent boredom. He caught the eye of several winsome and interested women before finally spotting his target. Claire Brady was small but, in the words of a similarly vertically challenged well known comedian, perfectly formed. She sported a short bob of bright auburn hair, streaked with dark red which, coupled with her small pointed features gave her an attractive pixie-like appearance. He knew from her file that she was married, but the absence of a wedding ring suggested that wouldn't be an issue. For a brief second their eyes met across the floor. He smiled, holding eye contact until he forced her to avert her gaze, noting with satisfaction the small smile she allowed herself as she turned away. Now it was just a matter of time. Two hours later, she allowed herself to be led by the hand into an upstairs bedroom. She loved parties. The music, drink, sometimes other substances, all heightened her anticipation for her real turn-on - Sex. She had married too early in life,at 19. Fortunately she had chosen well. Her husband, Rick, was more interested in his Rugby and Golf pals, but was comfortably well-off. His small inheritance removed any fear that he, or she, would ever need money but she needed her own life. As Ricks interests focussed more on the lads, she found herself doing more of the girlie things with her own mates, clubbing, parties, getting drunk, gambling and eventually, screwing around. A chance encounter with an alcoholic businessman led to her biggest gamble, buying out his small catering company. Although providing the funds, Rick could never understand her need to have purpose in her life. He was a misogynistic bastard at heart. Sure, her business was struggling, but the time to worry about that was tomorrow. Tonight she had other priorities. As the door closed behind them, he took her in his arms and kissed her. She could feel his surprise as she mashed her lips against his, and ran her hand across the front of his trousers in response. He lifted her by the waist, raising her off the floor. Turning around, he carried her over to the bed and lowered her, none too gently onto it. They both smiled at each other as he slowly removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. His trousers fell to the floor, leaving him standing in a pair of boxers, every inch the conquering male. He flipped her legs up, grasped her tiny knickers and pulled them off. If the speed of their removal surprised her, it was nothing to the shock of his next action. He swiftly knelt down, thrust his face between her stocking tops, and coverd her already damp sex with his mouth. The sensation was fantastic. Immediately his tongue began to tease her clitoris, and the suction created by his mouth forced her to juice up more than she ever thought possible. A long moan burst from her throat as she pushed her hips at his thrusting tongue. He stood up, gave her no time to recover, pulled her down the bed until her legs, splayed, hung off the end on either side of him, lowered himself on to her and thrust deep into her cunt. "OOphh Give it to me, give it to me...." She couldn't think of anything else to say. He began to pound in to her, the end of his huge dick bumping against her cervix, until first one, then a second climax coursed through her jerking torso. She bit her lip to stifle her cry of delight, drawing blood as her teeth sank into her engorged lower lip. Her long moan of pleasure slowly turned into panting gratitude as he brought her to a shuddering finish. "God", she thought to herself, "I just love this!" ========================== Vanessa Draper was nervous. She was a beautiful girl. Short, dark, small delicate features set off by a pair of the largest dark blue eyes you have ever seen. She was the sort of girl who could stop traffic. She didn't ought to be nervous, but she was. Three years ago, she would have expected to be nervous. Then she was straight out of drama school, one of hundreds of budding starlets looking for her big break. It had come in the most unexpected fashion. She had been invited to join the audience in a television pop music show by a friend and had been spotted by a scout looking for new talent. An audition, an interview, and she landed a small part in a new soap opera "City Slickers" centred on the City of London, or "the square mile" as it was known. The lure of the wheeling and dealing in the world's greatest financial centre proved irresistable, and the soap took off big time. At the same time, Vanessa proved not only to be the most beautiful actress in the cast, but also to have that indefineable quality that makes the camera love you. Her role grew. Vanessa was the Soap Star of the moment. Still, she was nervous. When Inge had told her about the interview, she had been pretty blase about it. Now, as she sat outside the hotel room waiting to meet them, it was a different matter. The door opened and one of the most recognisable faces in Hollywood appeared. "Miss Draper? we can see you now". ========================== Twelve-thirty he had said. It was now One-thirty. Much as she wanted to see him, she had a meeting at two. Taking a last look around, and seeing no Mr Hegarty, she gathered her bag, paid the bill for the coffee she had been nursing, stood up, and made her way to the door. Across the street, Paul Hegarty noted her leaving with quiet amusement. He had spent the last hour leaning on the corner waiting to test her commitment. It was time to turn the screw. He pushed off the wall and strode purposefully across the street, every inch a committed host late for a lunch date. He arrived a split second after she had closed the door behind her, and set off back to the office, stuffing the receipt in her small bag. She looked up just as they collided. "Oh! It's you. I thought you had forgotten. I was just on my way back to the office." He smiled at her with condescention all over his face. "I told you I might be late. I also told you to wait didn't I." "Yes, you did." "In that case it only seems right that you be punished. Meet me here again tomorrow. Same time. Don't be late, oh!, he paused, make sure you leave your underwear in the office or you will never get your drink." Her mouth opened in astonishment, but he turned and was gone, leaving her looking like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing, but no words of indignation coming out. ========================== "Left a bit, a bit more, just a tad, that's it. Great!" Mike Levine was getting good at this. He was a brilliant photographer who had carved a serious career for himself in the glamour and Porn market. Mark Harrison, head of security at GDS had recruited him early on, and now, here he was exercising his not inconsiderable skills on a new venture. The house was a mansion. It had fourteen suites, several bedrooms, pool, Sauna, steam room, Snooker room, and a small cinema/theatre. Now, with the positioning of the final camera, all but two of the rooms were fully wired for film and sound. No-one but Mark, Mike himself, and Napoleon (Boney to his friends) Wiltshire, his trusty helper and stud, knew the location of the cameras, and it was going to stay that way. The mansion, deep in the Sussex countryside was owned by a wealthy Arab on behalf of GDS, but he had never been there. Officially, the house was leased to Hugo Challenor, famously wild man of the acting profession, who used the house simply as a location for one long round of parties for the rich and famous. In reality it was a GDS honey trap with Challenor the front man, Mark Harrison's creation for scandal generation. Of the two rooms not covered by cameras, one was the Loft appartment, whose use was restricted only to those people who had Paul Hegarty's personal approval. It was usually empty. The other was where Mike now made his way. A discrete security system limited access to a small room tucked away at the back of the house. No one would find it if they were not invited. Two of the four walls were covered in TV monitors and banks of recording equipment. From here, Mike Levine was master of his kingdom. Ruler of his technological empire, Mike had more than two hundred cameras at his disposal. Nothing would happen in this house without Mike knowing about it. He walked across to the main isolation box and powered up his control room. "We have lift off!" he muttered under his breath. "Let the games begin." ========================== Dan and Paul sat together in Paul's Canary Wharf office discussing the events of the past two weeks. "So why don't we interview Casino lady?" Dan looked slightly abashed as he answered. "Well, there were two reasons really." "Mmm" "The first was that I found a couple of names in her flat. I recognised one of them as Vegas Mafiosi, so that slowed me down for a start." "And the second?" "This is embarassing." "I don't care. Tell me." "OK", but don't laugh." Paul looked slightly bemused, but nodded his agreement, waiting for his brothers revelations. "Well, when we got back to her hotel room, she excused herself to get changed. That's when I looked round and noticed the names. She came back into the room and fell straight into my arms, so I had no trouble screwing her, quite the contrary in fact." "I'm all ears."Paul smiled. "Well I kissed her. When I ran my hands up to grab her arse, she starts panting. I'm not joking it sounded like a dog in heat. and it gets worse. I strip off and stick my dick up her cunt. She loves it, just like we expected she would, but suddenly I hear this noise. It sounds like someone had started up a buzz saw, a low quiet rattle with a background hum. I had never heard a noise like it. The next thing, the volume starts going up, and I realise its coming from her. I only poke her a couple of times before the hum becomes a full blooded wail, and by the time I get some speed up she's screaming at the top of her voice. The noise was fucking awful." "Is that it?" Paul started to chuckle as the story unfolded. "Not likely!" The screaming gets louder and louder. The guy next door starts banging on the wall. Then the guy on the other side starts banging on HIS wall shouting "Shut the fuck up" or something similar. Well I'd had enough by then, but she wouldn't shut up. She starts doing railway whistle impressions, and someone from the Hotel staff starts banging on the door telling her to shut up because she's disturbing the other guests. Paul by this time was helpless, tears of mirth running down his cheeks. "Anyway I thought if I got off her, she would quieten down. Fat Chance! While I'm struggling into my trousers, she's giving it the five finger shuffle. Whole fucking hand in up to the wrist. Honest Paul, any self respecting bloke would run a mile, and I did. I sprinted out the door and legged it fast. "Guess you decided not to invite her for seconds then? laughed Paul, regaining at least a vestige of control." "Too right" The two sat in silence trying their best to acquire sufficient dignity to sensibly discuss their options with the other two women. Dan had been completely won over by Claire Brady. He was sure that Paul would agree. She was up for it, and would be ideal. In the meantime, Pauls investment in Ingeborg Rassmussen had convinced him and he was coming to the same conclusion about her. It took them only a few minutes to make their decision. Do both!. Claire could run a catering company where the waitresses would offer the full service, and if Inge passed her final test, she could run the exclusive executive service as an extension to her PR Portfolio. "In that case, why don't you get Claire started. Saturday's party would be ideal. We will only need a few girls, and Sonja will be able to provide them. In the meantime, I will finish checking out our PR Lady." "OK! Consider it done. Are you going to the party?" "No. Leave that to the boys. I think it's best to keep our distance don't you?" "Yeah your right, but it's a pity eh?" ========================== It had been a long morning for Ingeborg Rassmussen. She sat behind her large desk staring into space. Her secretary had been so concerned she had cancelled Inge's appointments for the morning without being asked. She knew she had to decide now. It would take her exactly twenty minutes to reach the cafe once she left, so she had to make her mind up. She decided! She wouldn't be treated like that by any man. In a highly agitated state she went for a pee. Sitting in the confines of the toilet stall, the gushing of the warm liquid did nothing to put her mind at rest. She stared at the knickers lying in a heap around her ankles. In that moment she knew she would succumb. It was the second time that morning she had made such a decision. When she had dressed in the morning, she had decided to wear a loose jumper which disguised the fact that she had left off her bra. She didn't want anyone in the office noticing that she had removed it at lunchtime, they might rightly assume the worst. At least, as she stuffed her knickers in her bag, no-one would notice she had left them off. No-one, that is, but that damned Paul Hegarty. At 12.30am she was outside the cafe. In a reversal of yesterday's role, Paul came out as she approached. "Glad you could make it. Follow me!" She tailed behind him like some family pet until they reached a dark metallic green Porsche at the curb. He walked round to the passenger seat and held open the door. As she lowered herself into the seat it was impossible to hide her nakedness from him. This time he did not look into her eyes. He stood back and gave her legs an admiring gaze all the way from her slightly parted knees up to her womanhood itself. Without comment he closed the door, walked swiftly round to the driver's side and climbed in. He drove steadily into the city for the few minutes it took to reach a carpark at the base of a tall steel and glass tower. They entered the elevator, where he extracted a small key from his pocket and used it to operate an unmarked button at the top of the control panel. When he spoke, it was with his usual perfunctory manner. "Take off your blouse and skirt." She looked at him with an unspoken plea in her eyes. "Don't make me do this" was what she was thinking, but no words came out. As the elevator doors closed she slipped off her blouse, and dropped her skirt, leaving herself standing in nothing more than hold-up stockings and high heels. "Face the corner." She did so, as the elevator began it's journey skywards. Judging by the regular "pings" at each floor, they were about half way up when the lift came to a stop. "Stay!" She did so. Looking in the reflection of the polished steel panels she could see people moving past. None gave her a glance. As the door started to close, horror of horrors, a young woman hugging a bundle of files to her chest rushed into the confined space between her and Paul. "Good morning Janice." "Good morning Mr Hegarty." Inge couldn't believe it. Although the girl was looking intently at her bare arse, from the conversation you would not have known that Inge was there. Her face, by now, was the colour of beetroot with embarrassment and her relief was palpable when the elevator finally stopped, and Janice got out. At the next stop, Paul summoned her to get out herself. The door opened into the lobby of an opulent penthouse suite furnished in the finest timber and fabrics. As she looked around her, Paul stood behind, smiling. Any moment now her conversion from Ice-maiden businesswomen to his plaything would be complete. He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her across the plush carpet, through a door and into what turned out to be a bedroom, dominated by a huge bed at least two metres in any direction.Still without speaking, he stood her against the bed and pushed her gently until she knelt on the floor, bent over the end of the bed. He made no attempt at conversation as he removed his clothes, leaving Inge sweating with anticipation as she waited for the fucking she thought was coming. The blow, when it came, took her completely by surprise. The pain was incredible. He struck her across her buttock just once with the flat of his hand, causing her to scream in pain. As she cried out, she tensed herself waiting for the next one. Instead, he knelt beside her and gently began to massage the bright red imprint he had left on her white skin. "Next time I give you an instruction, you will know how to comply won't you." His words, whispered gently to her, seemed like a caress. "I will" she whispered through her tears in return. The thought of not doing so never crossed her mind. As his penis nudged gently at her opening, she could only regard the thought of it as reward. She knew how to behave for him, and the wonderful feeling as he slowly entered her would guarantee her subservience for as long as he wanted her. The slickness of her cunt eased his progress as the huge dick slowly found it's way deep inside her. Her muscles tightened as she responded to the beautiful invasion, alternately squeezing and relaxing as she warmed to his presence. He slowly wound up the pace. the heat in her groin began to affect the rest of her as she felt her arousal reaching bursting point. Faster and faster he began to pump in and out of her quim. Laying with her face in the bedcovers, Inge took a mouthful of fabric and bit down hard, fighting to contain the orgasm which was about to break. Still he speeded up. His rhythmical pounding asgainst her arse could be contained no longer. She felt like she would die.She couldn't breath, it was as though her lungs had shut down. All four limbs went in to spastic seizure, jerking uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, and he spent inside her. He was the perfect gentleman. Taking her gently by the hand, he led her to the shower, where they made slow languorous love together, each taking obvious pleasure in the ministrations of the other. Afterwards he dressed her, making his selection from a closet containing the most beautiful designer clothes. After a gourmet meal served en-suite, he drove her home, leaving her at the front door with a chaste kiss. "Come to my office tomorrow. 3.30pm." He didn't need to add "Don't be late." She knew she would be there. ========================== The proposition was simple. One of Paul's people would call the agency and book a celebrity to appear at a particular function providing an escort to a major player of some sort. Businessman, Politician, anyone wanting a high profile companion. Inge knew this was normal, what was the big deal. When Paul described what would be expected afterwards, she almost had apoplexy. "You can't ask Stars to do that! For gods sake it would be the end of their careers if it were to get out. There is no way any of my stars will agree to that." "Inge. I own you and your company don't I." "Yes!" "Then when I tell you something what do you do?" "What I am told." "Good girl. Now! Follow me." He led the way into a small room. A screen on one wall was faced by a small gathering of comfortable sofas and chairs. Paul indicated a chair, and Inge sat down, a puzzled expression on her face. At his signal, the lights dimmed, and a flickering image appeared on the screen. For a couple of minutes, Inge absorbed the atmosphere of the party she was watching. Although it was a real, spontaneous party, it was filmed by a professional, and would not have looked out of place in a television play. She recognised several of the attendees as actors, pop musicians, singers, and artists from her own books. The camera cut to an intimate discussion going on in one corner of the main room. A young arab was engaged in deep conversation with Vanessa Draper, one of Inge's most valued clients. The boy on the screen took Vanessa by the hand and led her from the room. Inge glanced sideways. Paul sat expressionless looking at Inge's reaction as the film unfolded. Quizzically she returned her gaze to the screen. Vanessa and the arab were in a new room, a small bedroom. Although the lights were dimmed, or even off, the film was crystal clear and showed the youth leaning against the wall waving a small polythene bag between his fingertips. Vanessa was laughing , playfully wrestling with him as she tried to grab the bag from his fingers. He raised his other hand and wagged his finger from side to side in silent admonishment. "Naughty! Naughty!" she heard clearly as they smiled at each other. "OK you win. You can have it." "Thank you Jamal, thank you." "Hey, not so fast. I will serve it to you." "Ok, I'll find a mirror." "You won't be needing that." As he spoke, he deftly flicked open his fly and exposed a long thin dick which sprang to attention as if on command. "See what an effect a beautiful naughty lady has on my dick?" "It's a very handsome dick," Vanessa giggled. Jamal slit the top of the bag with his fingernail, and before anything could be said, spread the white powder in a long thin line along his erect weapon. Vanessa burst out laughing and kneeled in front of him. "You are wicked, but if this is the price I pay, then pay I shall." Jamal had stopped laughing now, his face takng on a more serious look as the most beautiful actress on television lowered her head, placed her nose on the end of the line, and snorted the coke directly off his manhood. She raised her head as the rush hit her, before looking back at his tool. "You had better lick it off you naughty girl, before anyone sees it." "This is mine. No-one else is going to get any of it." Vanessa lowered her head and licked along the edge of his tool. Jamal's hand came up behing her and gently guided his dick into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she savoured the salty taste of him mingling with the sharpness of the coke, and she began to move her head backwards and forwards along its length. Jamal also closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall for support. As he came rapidly to a climax, Vanessa began to suck, drawing his watery sperm into her mouth and down her throat. "That was great, just what I needed," muttered Jamal. "Me too. See you in a couple of hours." Inge looked away from the screen as the clip finished. "OK! so one of my clients takes coke. They probably all do. It still doesn't mean that you will get her to do what you want." "Inge. Trust me. Jamal is the nephew of Sheikh al-Benarbia, Emir of Qualia. The Emir will not be pleased when he finds out about this." "It will still take more than the threat of public exposure of a coke snort to persuade someone like Vanessa." "Of course. What you .... and she doesn't know is that Jamal is only 14. The public can be unforgiving when it comes to paedophiles." ========================== The curtains were closed, the room darkened by the deep purple drapes. On the edge of the bed, Vanessa Draper sat staring at the wall. She couldn't believe how she had got herself into this situation. It wasn't unusual for Vanessa to act the part of a paid escort, but this was out of her control. There had always been serious money to be made for accompanying an upwardly mobile young businessman or budding new star to a public function. Sometimes it would be a simple case of self promotion for either or both of them. Of course, the public had no idea how these matches were made, and probably wouldn't care even if they did. Vanessa was therefore not suprised when Inge explained how a client had contracted Vanessa's presence to escort a wealthy Arab businessman to the premiere of the latest James Bond Film. Things had gone well. Sheikh Suleiman had come in person to collect her. As they climbed happily out of the cream Rolls Royce, flashguns popped, shutters whirred and the smiles were genuine enough. Vanessa was enjoying herself. Her host appeared the perfect gentleman, and a good time seemed assured. It was in the Rolls on the way back to her hotel that he had dropped the bombshell. "You will join me for a drink in my suite." It was a statement, not a question, and she naturally put it down to perhaps a misunderstanding with the language. "I don't think so, thank you. I'm tired. It has been a really nice evening, but I really must get back." "Please, watch this, then we will discuss the rest of the evening." He produced a compact disc from the armrest pocket slipped a player from the storage unit beneath the seat, and sat back as she watched the video unfold. "So you see, you will join me for a drink in my suite." "If you say so." The atmosphere in the car changed. Cool was an understatement. She knew that her career would be in tatters if the disc were to be made public, and whilst she knew she must do everything to prevent him going to the press, she was not sure that being fucked by him was a price she was prepared to pay. "I could call your bluff, you know." "I don't think so. Jamal is just a kid. You will go to jail. Just think where your life will be then." That had all been an hour ago. The Sheikh had entertained her with music, a couple of drinks, even a funny story or two, but now it was time for her performance. The Sheikh pushed open the bedroom door, and stood still for a while as his eyes got accustomed to the gloom. "You still have your clothes on. I thought I told you to take them off." Vanessa stood up and swiftly removed her dress, bra and pants. There was no point in playing for time, she had no choice. He was determined to make her fuck her way out of her predicament. He walked across in front of her and looked her in the eyes. His hands reached across and grabbed each of her breasts, fondling and twisting them slightly as he felt their weight. "Pity you don't have bigger tits." he murmured, more to himself than her. "Let me see your arse." He handled her like a piece of prime horseflesh. Professional, smooth, running his hands over her buttocks to test thei firmness. She stood still, humiliated by the whole experience. "Bend!" The instruction was clear, and she bent at the waist offering her bottom to his gaze. "Spread the cheeks." She began to really get worried now. Despite her fairly free attitude to sex, she was still an anal virgin, and she had a horrible suspicion where this was going. "No. I won't allow you to touch me there." "It doesn't have anything to do with you. Do It!" "No!" Sheikh Suleiman looked down at the perfect globes presented to him. For a moment he toyed with the idea of threatening once again to expose her to the authorities. "Fuck it!"he though to himself. "This has gone on long enough!" He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, and pushed her down on to the bed. She wriggled free, turned over and began to beat her fists into his arms and shoulders. Struggling, he managed to capture both her wrists in one hand, and slap her across the face with the other. Vanessa knew she could not get away. Her eyes filled with tears and she began to plead with him. "Please, don't rape me. Please, let me go. I'll do anything you want, but don't hurt me." The Sheikh was in no mood to negotiate. He let go of her wrists, grabbed her by the ankles and wrenched them apart. Then with a heave, he lifted them high, and pushed them over her shoulders, leaving her gasping for breath as her thighs pushed down on her breasts, forcing her deep into the mattress. Suleiman gathered her ankles in his left wrist, and spat on the middle finger of his right hand. Vanessa began to whimper, shaking her head in tiny movements, her knees tight against her cheeks. Suleiman was beginning to enjoy hmself now. He slowly rubbed the end of his fnger against the little rosebud of her arsehole. The effect was instant. Desperate to avoid it, Vanessa began to wriggle her arse. The movement only succeeded in helping his finger slide into it. Gripping her sphinctre muscles she desperately tried to force his invasive digit out, but there was no way he was going to let that happen. She felt his hand move away, and for a moment thought that he was going to stop. She couldn't have been more wrong. The end of his dick replace the finger. It was much bigger, and she was sure he would never get it in. She clenched herself with all the force she could muster to keep him from having his way with her. He leaned over, bending his head to hers, and whispered in her ear. "That's it sweetheart. Push! Stop me if you can. Make it difficult. Keep me out. Don't let me do it. Force me away." She responded. Gritting her teeth she resisted as hard as she could. Because of her position even drawing breath was difficult, but she managed somehow. Panic began to get the upper hand. She was keeping him at bay, but she was tired. "Come on girl! Push! Stop me! Harder!" Suddenly he thrust hard at her entrance. With a mammoth effort she managed to repel him, squeezing every last ounce of effort fom her tired muscles. When he withdrew and thrust a second time she had nothing left. Breath gushed from her body as his dick forced it's way into her rectum. Suddenly her sphinctre released its grip. With a small cry of triumph Suleiman thrust the whole 10 inches of his manhood deep into her bowels. Tears welled up in her eyes and a scream of pain filled the room. He stopped, fully inserted, and looked down into her big tearful eyes. "See! That wasn't so bad was it!" She could have hit him. Her arsehole ached from the stretching it was receiving. Her bowels were full of dick, making her feel like she needed a shit. How can he say it wasn't so bad? He started to withdraw, her rosebud closing behind him, then he pushed again. Her arse opened. Easier this time, out, in, out, in. With each stroke, the ache diminished. His rhythm contagious, she began to respond. As he felt her relax, he let go of her ankles and allowed he legs more freedom, lessening the pressure on her ribcage and allowing her to breathe more easily. Vanessa became confused. The heat generated by his body had turned sexual. Her arse still ached, but a sort of glow now extended round the front to her quim. The regularity of his thrusts was building the same sexual response in her that regular sex had in the past. As the heat built, her excitement grew, her breathing became shallow. Spears of pleasure caused her to hold her breath, clenching her teeth, then gasping great lungfuls of air as she let go. When he slipped a hand down between them, the touch of his fingers on her clitoris caused an instant climax. Her whole body was on fire. She threw her arms out as her whole being responded to the shards of pleasure coursing through her veins. She was still crying. Tears were still filling her eyes and running down past her ears onto the sheet below her, but now she didn't know whether they were tears of anger or joy. Suleiman smiled down at her. "See. I told you it wasn't so bad. ========================== "What am I going to say to her?" Inge thought to herself. She had heard nothing from Vanessa for nearly a week after her assignation with the Sheikh. The plan was to keep clients in the dark as far as her involvement was concerned but although Paul had reassured her that everything would be OK, she didn't feel in control. As a defense mechanism, she had thrown herself into her work, but she still couldn't get rid of the nagging doubt at the back of her mind. Vanessa had phoned this morning to arrange a meeting. She sounded chirpy enough, but Inge could tell much of that was "Front". As Sally, her secretary, showed Vanessa into the office, she had no idea what to expect. Vanessa sat down, an unsure smile on her lips. She didn't know how much of this stuff Inge knew. Did she know about the tape? Did she know about her after-the-show performance? Would there be a repeat demand? "How are you?" "I'm fine, you?" "I'm OK as well thanks" For fifteen or twenty minutes they politely discussed almost every aspect of Vanessas career. New scripts, contract negotiations for ten new episodes of "City Slickers", Personal appearances, clothes, hairstyles, almost anything, in fact to avoid having to discuss Vanessa'a night with the Sheikh. A discreet knock at the door broke the tension. Her secretary's head appeared around the door. I'm sorry Ms Rassmussen, but there's a gentleman from Olympian Films here. He says he needs to speak with you and Miss Draper. Before Inge had time to respond, a tall dark-suited man pushed gently passed Sally and advanced into the room. Smiling broadly, he advanced on Inge and profferred a well manicured hand. "Ms Rassmussen, It's a pleasure to meet you." He turned to Vanessa. "And the lovely Miss Draper." "Likewise." swooned Vanessa, bowled over by the charm of the good-looking visitor. "I'm sorry to intrude like this, without notice, but I dropped in to arrange an appointment with you both, and learned to my delight that you were both here today. Oh! I'm sorry, please let me intoduce myself. My name is Raschid Al-Benarbia, Chief financial officer of Olympian Films." Vanessa did a double take. Al-benarbia, where had she heard that name before? If Vanessa didn't immediately recognise the name, Inge certainly did. She shook hands gently and invited him to sit down. "What can we do for you? Mr Al-Benarbia?" "Please, call me Raschid. I'm here to impart some good news so let me not waste your time. As you know, a few weeks ago, Miss Draper attended an interview for a support role in our new adventure movie. As you also know, the movie is scheduled to start filming in three months. I need to know whether Miss Draper will be available given her other commitments." Inge glanced across at Vanessa who still seemed to be thinking about something else. "Our only unalterable commitment so far is the filming of ten episodes of her weekly soap. With six months already in the can already, they will be complete in eight weeks time, so availability should not be a problem." "Good! Then I should tell you Miss Draper that we were very impressed by your interview and your on-screen performances." He let the last statement hang in the air as though testing the atmosphere. Inge did not react at all. She still didn't want Vanessa to know that she had been party to the fit-up. "You should know, he continued, that Sheikh Suleiman was very impressed by the hospitality you extended to him. The publicity he gained from having you on his arm at the premiere has won him a number of contracts and he is very grateful." Desperate to change the direction of the conversation, Inge spoke up. "Can we take it then that Vanessa has got the part?" "Indeed not! Vanessa is a star. Our company can make much use of such a performer in the future. We have therefore decided to give Vanessa the female lead." Vanessa's mouth dropped open with a mixture of exultation, shock and fear. In an instant three thoughts raced into her mind. She had got the part, her sore arse was the price she had paid, and Al-Benarbia was the name of the little shit who had set her up with the coke-blowjob. Raschid continued. "I now have some further business to discuss with your agent, Miss Draper, if you would please excuse us. Welcome to the world of Hollywood." Vanessa gathered herself. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It also looked as though Inge knew nothing about the video, so she had best keep it that way. Within months she would be mixing with the elite of Los Angeles. What's a sore arse in that grand scheme of things? A performance was required. A broad smile passed over her lovely face, lighting up the office. "Thank you Mr Al-Benarbia. That is the best news I have ever had. I can't wait to hear the details when you have worked them out with Inge." With that she turned and strode out of the office leaving Inge and Raschid smiling knowingly at each other. When she had gone, Inge spoke quietly and urgently. "What now?" "Nothing. She's now the first filly in our "stable". We will use her when we need to - never too frequently - and she will become one of the biggest stars in Hollywood in return." "That's not fair, you know. You should leave her alone now, she has paid for her chance of fame." "Believe me dear, chance has nothing to do with it. GDS board members own 80 percent of Olympian films. If we want to make, or break, a star we can do it. No question. If people want to trade power to fuck a star like Vanessa, it's in our interest to make her as big a star as possible No?" The hardest job will be to keep it secret. These girls must never suspect that you are in on the scam. If word gets out, people will stop using your agency, and we will have to start again. Now let's get down to work. Get your files out. Lets see who's next.............. The End The stories of James Anderton can be found at www.storiesonline.net and on the ASSTR website (www.asstr.org). Copyright James Anderton 2002 Please don't post on paid websites, and please make appropriate attribution on free ones. Thanks James

BORDER TROUBLE - A POWER BROKER STORY == An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton. == The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex, violence, and beastiality. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, do not read any further. == Previous stories in the POWER BROKER Series are: A Crude Business The Ambassador's wife Vengeance Ambition It's all about image == Other stories include For Love of France ========================== BORDER TROUBLE - A POWER BROKER STORY An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton. EMIRATE OF QUALIA - January 1993 Sir Gerald Knebworthy stood at the podium on the stage at of the intimate Cinema/Theatre. The hum of the airconditioning barely audible as it fought with temperatures in the forties outside. His audience represented the core members of the secret cabal of leaders who wielded the real power behing GDS, a publicly quoted conglomerate which fronted an organisation determined to become the most powerful influence on the planet. The public face of GDS was represented by Paul Hegarty, MD of GDS, and his brother Dan, Director of operations. Raschid al-Benarbia, son of the Emir of Qualia, was chief Finance officer. Samantha Roberts, Director of Logistics, and Sonja Jenkins, Business Development Director were the only women present. The other men present were less publically accountable, Mark Harrison revelled in the title of Director of Security, but it was an honorary title. Much of Mark's work bordered on the illegal, and all of it was usually unethical. Samuel Mwamba - President of Gujanga, Major Ibo Ngoro - Head of the Gujangan Military, and the Emir himself were the other regulars present. Gujanga was the source of the Cocaine which had fuelled GDS's expansion, and the Emir had provided the seed capital for the venture. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! boomed Knebworthy, before adding as a humourous afterthought "and honorary gentlemen", nodding knowingly at the two ladies. "We have had a great year. I won't bore you with the figures, but the typed sheet before you lists the relevant non-public metrics which show continuing success in all our ventures. This year we have had a particularly stunning success, deposing the hated ruler of Zanoga, and taking a majority interest in the State Diamond Mining Company. I have therefore taken the liberty of inviting a new member of our inner circle, Colonel Jo-Jo Jones, President of Zanoga to give our keynote speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you - President Jones." ............... ============================= ZANOGA - Three years earlier. "This is it. It's dynamite. Are you sure about this?" The small, slight African sitting in the shadows nodded. "I've thought a lot about this Mr Gentry. The Emperor is a bad man. His Leopard battalion killed most of my family when he destroyed their village last year, and someone has to do this. It amazes me that he can run a country like this with only a couple of hundred troops." As editor of the only local newspaper still operating, Malcolm Gentry knew he could never publish the dossier in front of him. He would be dead within hours. The self-proclaimed Emperor of Zanoga made good use of those few troops, reigning by fear and terror. Gentry knew full well how dangerous "Emperor" Imonga could be. Two attempts had been made on his life, and both times whole tribes, hundreds of innocent people, had died gruesome and horrible deaths. He and Jonah were literally risking death by publishing. "Look, Jonah, the only way I can make this public is to send it overseas. Neither of us will get anything out of it, but we may be able to bring attention to what Imonga is doing." "I don't want anything for myself Mr Gentry. You do what you think best. Just make sure that Imonga doesn't find out that either of us is involved. Even though I have taken every precaution I can think of, we will be in grave danger when this gets out." As soon as his guest had left, Malcolm Gentry opened the thick file in front of him. For hours he read. Page after page of horror unfolded before him. The killing of political opponents, the rape and murder of nurses and nuns at the convent, the bombing of foreign investments, torture of village elders. By the time his wife interrupted him he was sitting in a daze, staring blankly at the folder. "Why don't you come to bed? You can deal with that in the morning." Rebecca whispered gently to him as she massaged his shoulders. Gentry wriggled as her thumbs pressed between his shoulder blades. "I have to get rid of it. I'm going to send it to Knebworthy, he'll know how to use it." "I'm sure you're right, my love." Rebecca wished she was as certain as her husband. Despite her confidence that Malcolm was right, Rebecca still found it difficult to trust that old letch. She had given in to him once, and although he never tried again, she knew that he could have his way with her whenever he wanted. Ever since he had fixed her "little problem" at University, she owed him, and he knew it. Malcolm lifted his face and kissed her full on the mouth as she bent across him. Her breast pressed gently against his arm as she responded to his affection, slipping her tongue along his lower lip and worming it's way tenderly into his mouth. He felt the stirring in his lap as she lowered her hand and lightly pressed against him. He pushed her gently away, and stood up, towering over her slight 5ft 3 frame, pulling her slowly to the bedroom. Her arms circled his waist and his, her shoulders as they stood in the dark, holding each other. "Make love to me!" she whispered, letting him go and lowering herself onto the bed. He leaned over her, supporting himself on one hand, whilst the other loosened the belt around her robe. He bent towards her, his lips nuzzling against her neck, sending little shivers up and down her spine. As his lips slid down her throat she leaned her head back and purred with pleasure, like a cat stretching in front of a fireplace. "Oooh that's lovely," she crooned as his lips found her nipple, sucking on it and pulling it into his mouth. His mouth travelled south, pausing over her navel to run little circles around her belly button before his hands gently parted her thighs to make space for his next move. She felt his tongue tickle her pubic hair as he readjusted his position, making her sex available to his face. When his tongue finally found it's mark, she shuddered with instant pleasure, her clitoris on fire. The rough skin of his tongue rasped against her bud, teasing against the evermore sensitive organ. Her head back, her throat tight, she began to roll her head from side to side as she tried to cope with the pleasure surging up from her groin. "Mmm please, " she murmured. He responded immediately. She felt his kisses on her skin returning up her body, followed by the gentle, insistent prodding of his dick against the folds of her sex. Her legs spread wider, involuntarily easing his passage as his dick slipped into her sopping pussy. She felt him tense, then he began to move. As the rhythm began to build, her legs slipped higher round his waist. Her breath shortened and they both began gasping in unison. As the heat built, Rebecca's grip around his back tightened, and her nails raked into his skin. "Yes! Yes!" The climax, when it hit them rolled on and on as they clung to each other like drowning men on a liferaft. He sucked on the lobe of her ear as she mewled encouragement into his, before both flopped, utterly spent, into each other. He eased his dead weight off her, rolling to the side, and looked lovingly at her. She, in turn lay shattered, sweat-dampened curls laying softly around her face as she gulped great lungfulls of air. "I love you." he whispered. "I know. I love you too" she responded. Two minutes later, they were asleep in each others arms, their problem temporarily forgotten. ========================== ARIBUNDI - GUJANGA 1991 Janine Lacroix sat nervously. Across the room, the secretary sat working at her desk surrepticiously glancing at the young white woman waiting to see her boss. Whites rarely came voluntarily to the office these days. Since the French left, and the President came into office, the white community kept it's distance. Everyone knew that white farmers generated most of the wealth of the country, and President Mwamba knew better than most. Unusually, he had encouraged the whites to stay, limiting his influence to ensuring better conditions for the black workers, but the whites could see what was going on in the rest of Africa and were unnerved by it. As a result, few made a point of getting involved, certainly not young white women. The telephone rang and was answered instantly in a hushed voice by the secretary. When she put it down, she had bad news for Janine. "I'm sorry, but the President can't see you today, something urgent requires his attention." "But I must see him! It's a matter of life and death. National security even!" The secretary shrugged her shoulders. "He's returned to the Palace. Maybe Major Ngoro is in. Do you want me to see?" Janine nodded furiously, anxious to get a hearing. She had driven all morning, and waited until early evening so there was no point in missing any opportunity now. Besides, Ngoro was responsible for security so maybe he could help directly. Janine could still hear the screams of her maid Rosy in her head. She couldn't let her workers down now. As the secretary set off on another bout of phone calls, Janine's head was filled with the images of last nights incursion. Her maid Daisy had woken her at two in the morning. "Missy! Miss Janine! They're back!" Janine had rolled out of bed clutched her rifle to her side and peered through the small gap in the shutters at the surreal site outside. About twenty black figures, many of them dressed in the ragged half-uniforms of the Zanogan War Veterans Association were milling about outside. As her eyes got used to the half-light she discerned the naked body of her maid, Rose. She was being carried on the back of one of the men, not as though on horseback, but back to back, her shoulders against his, his arms looped around her elbows, his hands clasped in front of him. The effect was to lift her feet off the ground, throwing her hips forward each time he bent at the waist. Two other veterans had an ankle each, lifting her legs apart in the air. Janine looked on in horror as first one, then another of the rabble dropped their pants, stepped between the legs of the most unfortunate girl, and fucked her with short rapid strokes. For a moment she raised her rifle to her shoulder and considered firing, but the urgent whisperings of Daisy brought her to her senses. "No Missy No. Go get help, we need help." Daisy had been right. There were too many of them, and she and Daisy would be no use suffering the same fate. sneaking across the yard, she had driven off as fast as her landrover could carry her. Now, sitting here in the capital, waiting to see the chief of the Army, she knew staying would have been disasterous. A shadow broke her thoughts, and she looked up to see the secretary standing in front of her. "Major Ngoro can see you, but he is in his appartment. Take the lift to the Penthouse. He'll see you there." Janine followed the girl around the corner to the elevator. When the door opened she was beckoned inside, whilst the girl leaned in and inserted a key into the top unmarked button. The door slid shut leaving her to make the short journey to the Penthouse alone. Janine could feel her knees shake as the doors hissed open. She stepped through into a huge plushly carpeted room. Beige and Brown everywhere, the whole room oozed class. She stepped up from the lift-well onto the main floor and gingerly moved forward into the room. "Take a seat, I'll be with you in a minute." Looking around, she decided to sit on one of the higher chairs, lowered herself on to it, and sat, knees primly together, her hands folded in her lap waiting to be interviewed. An unseen door opened, and a tall Black man dressed in a white robe, tied at the waist, strode into the room. His hair was wet, straight from the shower, and he was rubbing furiously at it with a towel. "Sorry about this, I have an important function in an hour. What can I do for you?" "Its very good of you to see me, sir,..." Janine realised she was rushing, gabbling even, over her thoughts and words. She took a deep breath and continued. "I, er we, need your help. I run a farm on the Zanoga border, and last year Zanogan war veterans came over and raided the farm. It was a short hit and run raid, but they killed my husband and two of our workers. When they left, we thought we had seen the last of them. Last night they came back. About two dozen of them. They broke into the servants house and kidnapped some of the young women. One of them was gangraped in front of the house. It was dreadful, hearing her scream, knowing there was nothing I could do." She stopped as the rambling sentence dried up on her lips. He had stopped rubbing his hair, and was looking at her with frank, undisguised interest. Her hands twisted together in her lap, her nerves ever more on show. Ngoro sat down in the armchair opposite her and looked his visitor up and down. He was impressed by what he saw. She was good looking, darkish skinned, slightly weatherbeaten, with dark brown hair falling in a tousled mess across her face. Her (mans?) safari suit did her no favours, but even so it was clear that she had a desireable figure hidden beneath it. Ngoro glanced down at his watch, concious of his need to leave. Did he have time to try to fuck her?, probably not. Across from him Janine saw the glance and assumed the worst. "Please, sir! I know you are in a hurry, but please hear me out." She found herself pouring out her story, pleading for protection from the invading Zanogans, struggling, she thought, to keep his attention. As she talked, she stood up and walked agitatedly about. "Please sir, we would do anything to help, the whole border region is being invaded by these animals, PLEASE!" As she stressed her last plea, she sank to her knees in front of him, desperation etched on her pretty features. As she clutched at his leg, his robe gaped. Ngoro looked down at her, a smile of amusement playing on his lips. He glanced meaningfully from her face to his crotch, where his tumescent dick was beginning to respond to his interest, and back again. For Janine, the meaning went unnoticed, but the dick did not. As it slowly uncurled from the gap in his robe, she was mesmerised by it. A snake charmer could not have been more successful. It grew in front of her eyes until it stood like an ebony flagpole jutting vertically skywards. Without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed the end. "Please!" she whimpered, licked it's end again and repeated her plea. Ngoro decided. This was something he did have time for. Gently, he placed his hand on the back of her head, with just enough pressure to prevent her lifting it, but not enough to imply force. Relief flooded through Janine at the unspoken agreement they had just reached. She hadn't blown a man for more than three years, but she knew this had to be the best ever. Lightly, she ran her tongue in small cicles around the bulb, then, gently licked her way down the length of his shaft. Ngoro leaned back in his chair and settled himself. Her tongue retraced it's steps before repeating the motion several times, each with a little more pressure, each taking a little less time. For Ngoro, the effect was unbearable, making him want to press her head down and cease the tickling.Just as he was about to do it, she gauged the time to be right, opened her lips, and took him deep into her mouth. He was huge, much bigger than her husband, and she found she had to stretch her gape to get him in. It was also too long. It was only half way when she felt it at the back of her throat. Fighting the impulse to retch, she slowly let it out before repeating the long slow suck. This time, his dick filled her throat making her gag and try to expel it. Still fighting her natural reaction, she slowed down and held the dick in her mouth, only then letting it slowly withdraw. Ngoro was enjoing this. Women were regularly available to him on demand, but young white ones were still a novelty. He had fucked many in his time, but few had shown Mrs Lacroix's oral talent. As she slowly increased the pace, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, all thought of his imminent appointment forgotten for the moment. She sucked, and as she did so, she rolled her tongue around the shaft in a most erotic motion, sending shivers through him at every turn. More rapidly now, she abandoned the tongue movement and, grasping the base of his cock with one hand, she began to pump his weapon in and out of her mouth with increasing gusto. With each thrust his excitement got that little bit higher. He fought to control his increasing lust, to delay the inevitable, to prolong the exquisite feelings coursing through his stiffening torso. Janine sensed the change of mood at once. From being a relaxed recipient of her attentions, Ngoro was getting worked up. His hips were now jerking, raising his arse to meet each bob of her head as she stepped up the pace. She felt his breathing change, holding his breath for what felt like minutes before exhaling with a gasp and sucking in another huge lungful. She speeded up. Quicker and quicker. The muscles in his legs tightened. Faster and faster, they tightened so much that his thrusting became one long push against her face. With a long, drawn out cry of satisfaction, he came!. Despite the signs, she was still taken by suprise by the strength of his orgasm, and she nearly choked as a flood of watery semen filled her mouth and throat. Resisting the temptation to spit it out, she swallowed, once, twice, three times. The amount of spunk was enormous. Ngoro's muscles relaxed. His body sank back into the chair, and his hand left the back of her head. He was shattered. "Fucking hell!" he thought to himself. "That should set me up for the rest of the evening." He looked down at the kneeling figure before him, reached across to the table beside his chair, and picked up his mobile phone. "Jambo Lieutenant Mkele. Ngoro here. I need you to do something. Yes .... Yes .... That's right,.... Send twenty of your best to escort my guest home. I want you to look after her. When you get to her farm, you may find Zanogan vets there. If so, kill all but one and send him back to deliver the bodies and a personal letter from me to Imonga..... Yes, ... pick the letter up here......Oh and..." He paused and asked a gasping Janine if she had a servants house they could use. When she nodded he continued. "... leave a couple of guards behind in case." He put down the phone, lifted a notepad, and scribbled a one liner to the Emperor. "Imonga, these men have embarrasseed you by invading my farms. Saved you the trouble. Ngoro" He read the note out loud as he wrote, then looked down at his grateful guest, still breathless from her excersions. "That should fix your problem. I will call on you later at the farm for a second instalment." ========================== Meanwhile, in OXFORD - ENGLAND "Things are starting to fall into place Sir Gerald." "Very good, Robert, but I still have a couple of questions." Robert Stewart looked from Sir Gerald to his guest and back. He had been blackmailed into this job, but actually he was beginning to really enjoy the intellectual challenge of it. "This unknown mole in Imonga's office has sent you details of all his personal bank accounts right?" "Yes Sir. They were actuslly scribbled on the back of a piece of paper in the file you received from Malcolm Gentry." "And do they check out?" "Yes Sir. 354 Million US Dollars in all." "Jesus!" exclaimed Sir Geralds guest. "Indeed, nodded Sir Gerald. And much of it will be coming to you. Eventually. Is that right?" "Yes Sir. but first I have to put it to use. 20 million we give away to Imonga's butcher, Kanapombe. It should be fun watching him explain that to his boss. Then we transfer all the rest into an anonymous holding account which we use to buy shares in the Zanogan Diamond mines. Any residue goes to Major Jones, here for rebuilding the economy after the coup." Josiah Jonasabimbwe Jones, known to everyone as Jo-Jo voiced the big unspoken question. "What do you think he will do when he finds out?" "Well he won't be happy. That's for sure. He uses the money to pay the Leopards, so the first he's likely to know about it is when his troops get pissed off. We have to make sure he never finds out about the shares, or Jo-Jo's involvement until too late." "Does the mole know about you?" asked Sir Gerald, glancing across at Jo-Jo. "Almost certainly not. I don't know who he is, and I'm sure he knows that I run the Zanogan Regular Army. Only Kanapombe and his Leopards are closer to Imonga than me, so the mole will probably see me as a threat." "OK, last question then. When?" "I can make the transfers on Tuesday, the day after his Leopards get their money. That gives us a month before he is likely to notice. I'll leave a few thousands in the account to stop it bouncing. If he makes any big purcheses, though, we may not have long at all." "Thats a risk we'll take. You'd better get off home Jo-Jo before he notices you missing. I'll call Sam and get his troops on the border just in case." "To Success! Gentlemen." Jo-Jo and Robert raised their glasses. "Success!" ========================== CENTRAL INTERROGATION CENTRE - ZANOGA - FEBRUARY 1992 If Jonah had been scared when the Leopards picked him up, it was nothing to the terror he felt now. He heard the door creak open and close. A new tormentor enter. "So this is him?" Jonah literally shit himself as he recognised the sibilant whisper of Emperor Imonga himself. "I see the little man has lost control." His podgy nose wrinkled in distaste as the light brown mark spread out from under the naked beaten and bloodied little man tied blindfolded to the chair. "Has he confessed?" "No sir." "Really? He is obviously more foolish than we assumed. Now little man. I suppose you think that your silence will be enough to protect you? It will not.For the past two weeks, every newspaper, in every country has carried stories and reports condemming me as some sort of animal. You are about to find out what sort of animal I can be. I know you provided the information, so a confession is really unnecessary. What I need is to know who you gave it to." Jonah cried silently to himself. He had been prepared for this. He had first read, and now experienced the fact that there comes a point in torture that the body becomes impervious to pain. They could do whatever they liked. he would not give them satisfaction. When Imonga struck him across the face, he hardly felt it. He felt as though his broken hands, bruised testicles and battered torso belonged to someone else. He would die with his secret. "Remove his blindfold." Jonah squeezed his eyes shut as the pain from the light raked through his head. As he managed to crack open his eyelids, he gradually made out the shape, fuzzy at first, of the Emperor standing before him. "You're right, you know. You will never tell me if we keep beating you." Jonah was confused. What did he mean? Would they let him go if he told them? Even if they would he could never do that. As the thoughts rattled around his aching brain, Imonga moved aside. Jonah was stunned. A young woman dressed in a simple shift dress stood between two soldiers in front of him. A gag prevented speech, but there was no mistaking the terror in the big brown eyes peering over the top of it. "Mmirymm," Jonah mumbled through swolen lips three times their normal size. "Thought you'd got your wife out of the country did you? No one is out of my reach, you see. Maybe now you would like to tell me who you informed?" Jonah shook his head rapidly from side to side, partly to refuse to tell, but also partly in disbelief that they had found Miriam. Imonga nodded at the two soldiers who dragged the unfortunate woman across to a large vertical wooden post holding up the roof. Jonah looked on in shock as they raised her hands high above her head and nailed them to the post. Miriams eyes rolled in her head as she screamed into her gag, whist Jonah used every ounce of energy he had to try to get out of his chair to reach her. Slowly, casually, Imonga walked over to the girl. He bent to one knee in front of her, and very slowly, very deliberately started to cut a slit up the front of her dress with a pair of scissors. Jonahs eyes closed tightly, then he heard himself scream as best he could. "OK! OK! Leave her alone." Imonga kept cutting, up past her crotch, to her waist. "A name. I need a name!" The scissors were between her breasts when Jonah screamed out. "Gentry" With a flourish, Imonga slashed upwards, curting through the neckline of the dress, allowing it to fall apart exposing Miriam to his full view. "Gentry, Gentry," mumbled Jonah, ashamed of himself at his betrayal. "Now now," hissed Imonga. "that was just a bit too easy wasn't it." As he said so, he stood to the side of Miriam, looked her straight between the eyes and without moving his gaze inserted two fingers straight up her quim. Miriam's wriggling simply served to ease his passage, leaving her impaled on his hand, tears of pain and embarrassment running down her face. "Gentry! it was Gentry" Jonah shouted, "Leave her alone." He withdrew his hand, but any comfort Jonah gained from that was soon dispelled as Imonga moved to caress her breast. He took a long brown nipple between his thunb and forefinger rolled it a couple of times, causing more squeaks of pain then pulled it from her body, stretching it out in front of her. Raising the scissors to her tit, he left Jonah in no doubt what his next move might be. "Why should I believe you? you said yourself you would never tell. Maybe you're making this up?" "Please, leave her, it was Gentry, honest I wouldn't lie That's my wife. Please it was Gentry. Gentry." The scissors clicked. Miriam jerked uncontrollably against the post so hard that she pulled her hands from the nails and fell in a heap on the floor, blood gushing from her missing nipple." "Gentry, gentry, gentry, gentry" There was no more sense to be got from Jonah. Quoting Gentry's name like a mantra he lay slumped almost unconscious in the chair, "I think I believe you now. Kill him." Imonga turned on his heel to leave. Glancing down at the whimpering Miriam he issued his last order of the day. Stitch her tit and give her to my Leopards!" ========================== OFFICE OF THE MERCURY DAILY - ZANOGA - APRIL 1992 It had been a quiet morning. Malcolm had gone out early to visit someone with a story to tell. Normally stories came to them. A constant streeam of people dribbling through the newspaper office with stories of bad medicine, dry wells, food shortages. The only common feature was that the Emperor always came out of it well. Saviour of the people. The Gentry's knew that their role was simply to stay in business. Real reporting was something that could be done when the next ruler came along. Rebecca glanced out of the door into the waiting room. The crowd of a few moments ago had thinned. The old lady with the fruit, the one with the washing, the old man with the stick, all gone without seeing her. Something was amiss. She was startled when a tall African with a distinctive bobble hat stepped through the door. "Good afternoon Mrs Gentry." Rebecca was surprised. Few Africans used her title, because few of them knew it. Her visitor sat down uninvited in the chair opposite her desk. Three more men appeared at the door. "My friends and I need to speak wid your husband. Can you call him please?" "He's not here just know, do you want to leave him a message?, I can get him to call you." A second man wearing a scruffy T-shirt smeered with rust and oil walked from the doorway, across the office, and opened the door to Malcolms inner sanctum. "Excuse me!" Rebecca stood up and followed him into Malcolms office. "Do you mind, that's private." "I'm sure it is." The hat said behind her. He pushed past and moved behind Malcolms desk. "Do you have a key for the drawer?" Rebecca stepped towards him, unaware that the other two visitors had taken up position behing her now guarding the inner office doorway. "Who do you think you are? You can't just come in here as though you own the place? "Mr Gentry is a very lucky man." "What do you mean?" "He has a fine office, a fine career, and a particularly fine woman." He glanced across at Rebecca with a look that sent shivers down her spine. This was getting dangerous. "I think we will wait for him." pronounced the Hat. He clearly had no intention of leaving. "Then I have work to do." Rebecca turned on her heels to find her way blocked by an enormous thug with dreadlocks hanging down in scruffy rat-tails to his shoulders.. Behind him, a small ferret of a man locked the office door. "I think it best if you wait with us." There was no doubt who the leader was. He wore his hat like a badge of office an the others clearly did what they were told. Rebecca stood still, not knowing what to do, but uncomfortably aware that she wished she were dressed differently. Her low scoopneck T-shirt worn bra-less showed too much cleavage, and her skirt, though not too short, was a couple of inches shorter that she would have liked. Trying desperately to look nonchalent, she jumped when Rasta reached over and ran his fingers in her shoulder-length hair. "Don't do that." "Its very pretty hair. you should be proud of it." "I am. now please let go." Rasta ignored her and continued to twirl his fingers. The ferret moved in front of her. Reaching down, he grasped the hem of her skirt, an started to raise it. "Wonder if this hair is the same colour?" Rebecca knocked his hand away. "Look! my husband will be back any moment, why don't you just go away and I'll let him know you want to see him. Rasta's hand left her hair and ran onto her shoulder. His other hand came around her waist and pulled her gently to him. His fingers rubbed slowly against the underside of her breast. "Naughty girl has gone native, boys, no bra." He announced it as though it was a major discovery, but no one needed to be told. Rebecca squeezed her hand between his hand and her breast, but all that did was push it up, emphasising her charms even more. The ferret resumed his attack. Still with no haste, he lifted the hem of her skirt giving them all a momentary view of her crisp white knickers. Rebecca used her spare hand to push her skirt down, and tried to wriggle free. Rasta tightened his grip. With one hand holding down her skirt, and the other trapped beneath Rasta's, Rebecca was completely defenceless when Oilyshirt walked across to join the fray. He stood in front of her and gazed into her eyes. Very slowly he raised his index finger in front of her face, then bent it into a crook. Without saying anything he hooked it into the neckline of her shirt and pulled out and down. "N0!" Her breast popped free and jiggled about as she squirmed to free herself from Rasta's grasp. Oily shirt closed his hand over her breast, ignoring her cry. "Nice tits." he said, and moved back to look at his handiwork. Rebecca blushed furiously. Being fondled was bad enough, but being left exposed like that was so embarrassing. "Stop it, let me go!" She struggled furiously against Rasta's firm grip. The Hat got up from his seat, moved round the desk, and parked himself against it's edge. "I think we need to see some respect." Rebecca stood horrified as he lowered his zip and a huge dick sprang out. "Who used to run this country?" "The British" Rebecca blurted out. "But you do now," she continued anticipating his next question. "Then show you're new masters how respectful you are!" Rebecca struggled once again to get free. As she did, the ferret succeeded in lifting her skirt all the way to her waist, and Rasta's other hand pulled her shirt down, baring both breasts. She had to take her eyes off the huge black snake. Trying to look the Hat in the eyes, she made one last depairing plea, but he simply pointed at his dick. Rebecca resigned herself to what she knew was coming. She tried to kneel, but Rasta kept a firm grip on her waist so she had to bend over. Shaking her head from side to side she did everything she could to keep her face away from the Hat's massive prick. Becoming impatient, he grasped a handful of her hair and pulled himself into her mouth, almost choking her in the process. The rustling of clothes around her went almost unnoticed as she concentrated on trying to draw breath. At first the pressure on her hair eased as The Hat began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth, but another hand grabbed it, pulling her head sideways and offering up another prick in it's place. She took it in and ran her lips up and down it's length a few times before returning to the Hat. Behind her, she felt Rasta let go of her waist and she used the opportunity to sink to her knees. Four dicks now waved in front of her face, as she moved furiously from one to another trying to keep each one satisfied. It suddenly dawned on her that her only hope was to fully satisfy the bastards, but she knew these were dangerous men. One false move and she was dead. The hat stepped back half a pace, and at the same time someone gave her a nudge in the small of her back, forcing her to let go of the two pricks she was holding, and put both hands on the floor in front of her to support her weight. In doing so, her teeth scraped along the Hat's penis with more than intended force. The crack of his hand across her face knocked her sideways. "Bitch! Bite me again and I'll pull you teeth out." Rebecca tried to mouth her apology, but before she could get more than a couple of words out, his dick was pushing at the back of her throat. Behind her, fingers began to pull at the gusset of her panties. She felt someone seperate the cheeks of her arse, exposing both holes to her assailants. A finger stroked her slit, up and down a couple of times before worming it's way into her cunt. She was still dry, and the ragged fingernail tore into the sensitive folds of her labia as he thrust his digit in and out. Behind her Rasta stood gazing admiringly at the perfect cheeks presented to him. Lubrication was needed, so he dribbled spittle onto her arse, allowing it to work it's way all the way down her crack before rubbing his finger in it, and pushing back up her tube. More spittle dousched his cock before he took up position, placed the bell-end of his prick against her, and pushed himself as far up her tunnel as he could. The pain took Rebecca's breath away, forcing her mouth open and allowing the Hat to get his dick right into the top of her windpipe. She gagged, coughing and spluttering as she tried to fill her lungs with air. In the back of her mind, warning voices told her to keep her mouth open, avoid contact with her teeth. She failed. She didn't bite, but she did nip his dick. She stopped absolutely still. There was a short moment where everything stopped whilst the Hat looked down his nose and glowered at her. He stood up, grabbed a handful of her hair, and dragged her screaming across to the table. Slamming her face down, he kicked her legs apart, and without any her pretence at subtlety rammed his dick straight up her arse. Rebecca screamed and slumped on the wooden surface, tears of pain running down her face. She screamed again as he rammed into a second time, and then a third. He pulled out, twisted her over and held her, stretched out on her back, legs splayed hanging over the edge of the table. He nodded to the ferret who advanced on her, dick standing to attention. She was focussing on the ceiling, so she was taken by suprise when he took his turn to ram himself deep into her vagina. Pain was all she could feel as they took turns fucking her with increasing venom, taking revenge on thirty years of colonial rule out of her frail, worn body. For more than an hour she lay there, constant pounding at her genitals forcing the breath out of her body. She thought when they backed off they were finished, but she was wrong. Rasta hauled her off the table, sat on the floor, and dragged her down to sit on his prick. He slapped her breasts, first one, then the other until she was sobbing with the ache in her tits. She fell forward, exhausted. When she had got her breath back she tried to sit up. Rasta held her down, his arms circling her, keeping her pinned to his body. Oily-shirt knelt behind her and teased her arsehole with his finger. "No!, Please. No!" Despite her words, all the fight had left her. As he slid his dick up her back passage, she slumped on Rasta's body and lay there, taking everything they gave her until they pushed her off in a sperm-covered heap on the floor. Without giving her time to cover herself, Rasta and the Ferret dragged her out of the office, down the stairs, and threw her, without ceremony into the back of an old Nissan Van parked outside and drove away. For an hour or so, she bounced around as the vehicle struggled along the bumpy track before she was dumped out of the back door, naked and bruised in the middle of the bush. She had no idea where she was. The sound of Lions and Hyaenas echoed across the landscape as she lay there, too tired to move, waiting her fate. She was unconscious when the tall Masai found her. ========================== THE EMPEROR'S PALACE - ZANOGA - MAY 1992 Jo-Jo stood to attention. Today was going to be the biggest day of his life, and keeping cool was essential. The Emperor sat at his desk, a worried look on his face. He had been visited yesterday by his paymaster who had told him that no money was available to pay the wages of his Leopards. Of course that couldn't be true, but the fact that the Paymaster had plucked up the courage to tell him meant that something was amiss. General Kanapombe was not in good humour either. It was he who would have to face the wrath of the Leopard battallion if money could not be found, but he knew that Imonga had access to hundreds of millions of dollars. A months wages would be no problem. He was more concerned with his "guest", standing forlornly between two soldiers in front of the Emperors desk. "We have incontrovertible evidence that Gentry is the spy, your Highness. We found this copy of the report in his house, and we have statements you witnessed from Jonah Majane and his wife." Gentry gathered himself, unsure whether or not to protest his innocence. He never got the chance. "May I have a word, your Highness? Jo-Jo interrupted. "What now?" Imonga was getting more agitated by the minute. Money troubles and that stupid report were testing his patience. "May we have a moment in private. sir? I have some important information to give you." "Anything you have to say, can be said here." Imonga was in no mood to take shit. He wanted answers. He pulled his pistol from the wistband of his uniform and admired it's gold plating. "Kanapombe will tell no-one, and Gentry will be going nowhere." Jo-Jo suspected this might happen, but the presence of Kanapombe represented the biggest of all threats. "I'm sorry to say this Sir, but the evidence is not as clear as General Kanapombe makes out." He now had their full attention. " I have a copy of the report that was sent to the London Times, and the acknowledgements from the Newspaper." He passed a thick bundle of papers onto the Emperors desk. "I'm not stupid, Major Jones. These have Fax headers on them. Stop pulling my chain and tell me. Who's machine were they sent from." "I'm afraid to say it's the General's Sir." If a Black African can go pale, Kanapombe went pale. He shouted his denial. "That's rubbish. My machine is in a locked private office, no-one has access." "Really? Then it's pretty clear who sent it." "NO! SIR!" Kanapombe screamed at the top of his voice. "You're a liar Jones, you faked that fax. It couldn't possibly have come from my machine." Imonga looked enquiringly at Jo-Jo. If that was all, it was hard to believe that Kanapombe would be so disloyal. At the same time, Imonga's demons were playing in his head. Paranoia was part of his make up. He suspected everyone, and Kanapombe was no exception. Jones passed another piece of paper across the Emperor's desk. Shock was etched in every line of Imongas face as he read the columns of figures. "Who do you bank with? General?" Kanapombe was sweating now. He knew he had done nothing wrong, but he had set up people often enough to recognise how dangerous this situation was. "Wittberg and Weil - Zurich" "Really?" "What is that?" "Its a record of a twenty million dollar transfer from my private bank account to a numbered account at Wittberg and Weil." Imonga's eyes narrowed with suspicion and hatred. Waving his gun about, he continued. "It appears that the account is held by a certain A.S. Kanapombe." The General made a lunge at Jo-Jo. Before he had taken one full pace, Imonga pulled the trigger. A look of sublime peace came over his face as Kanapombe fell on his face. He looked across first at Jo-Jo, the at Gentry. A second shot rang out, knocking Gentry onto his back, a small neat hole in the middle of his forehead. With the gun still smoking in his hand, and a vacant smile on his lips he giggled and turned back to Jo-Jo. "Fuck with me, and you're next......... General" ========================== "HIGHCREST" FARM - GUJANGA-ZANOGA BORDER - JULY 1992 Things just kept getting better for Ngoro. He lay on his back, naked, being woken from his long nights sleep by the gentle slurping of a beautiful young woman on his rampant cock. He could hear a telephone ringing somewhere in the far distance. It seemed to get closer as a young 18yr old blonde reached across him, squashing her naked breast into his face as she retrieved the phone. "Yes, Yes, He's here, I'll just get him." She handed the phone to a rapidly wakening Ngoro and rolled over out of his way. Her twin sister kept suckling. "Are you sure? Yes, I heard about Gentry and the General. They found his wife, yes, she's gone back to England. Knebworthy says he'll look after her. Lucky bugger. Him... not her." The blonde re-appeared carrying a breakfast tray. Seeing her sister hard at it made her put it down and join in. She came in behind him and licked him around the rim of his arse, pushing her tongue into the little brown orifice with tentative, short stabbing movements. "Look, I've got to go, but that's brilliant, Jo-Jo., or should I say "Emperor". He laughed as Jo-Jo told him the title had died with Imonga. Losing all that money was too much for the fool to handle. The same gun he had use on Gentry was turned on himself a week later when he found there was no way to retrieve his lost millions. With Jo-Jo's flair for organisation, the rest had been a formality. He sank back into the sumptuous bed and surrendered to his hostesses. As they brought him slowly to yet another climax, he pondered his new dilemma. Since he rescued Janine Lacroix' farm from the Zanogan Veterans, he had been the lucky recipient of a stream of lady admirers, married or otherwise, all keen to ensure that the Major understood how grateful they were for his protection. His dilemma ...... now Zanoga was back in the international fold?....." what could he do to keep his women, including the twins and their mother, keen to have him visit." He smiled to himself. Maybe he would just have to rely on his charisma........ ========================== EMIRATE OF QUALIA - JANUARY 1993 President Jo-Jo Jones sat down having given a full account of developments in Zanoga. He had received a sympathetic but uncritical hearing and a generous round of applause, but it was clear that people's minds were on other things. What those other things were became clear once he had sat down and Sir Gerald resumed the podium. "Ladies," he said looking pointedly at Sonja and Sam, "and Gentlemen. As you know, it has become something of a tradition that After-Dinner entertainment be provided to take your minds off the arduous business of running a multinational Business. Tonight is no exception. With kind permission of another of our companies, Talent agency Ames-Rassmussen, please welcome the most famous ballerina on the planet, star of the most prestigious Ballet company in the world, Tatiana Voronova." A ripple of applause echoed around the room, as Sir Gerald resumed his seat, and the curtain behind him slowly parted. A beautiful young woman wearing a silk kimono sat on the floor, resting against the cushion of a leather armchair and flicking lazily at the pages of a women's magazine. The room was decorated to look like a mid-nineteenth century European Drawing room. Expensive drapes covered fake windows at the back of the stage, an elegant Saluki lay supine on sumptuous carpet in front of a (simulated?) roaring fire , whilst the furniture reflected a lifestyle only dreamed of by most. A solo Spanish guitar played from the hidden speakers reinforcing the image of a Lady spending a restful evening at home, alone. She turned the page, revealing to the audience a photograph of a tanned naked Adonis of a man. Her hand drifted down the neckline of her kimono, gently caressing her breast and allowing the garment to fall open, revealing all to the expectant audience. As her hand cupped her mound, they saw her slip a single finger in the entrance to her womanhood as she began to masturbate. As if obeying an unspoken command, the Saluki raised himself from the carpet and stretched languidly before padding across the floor to nuzzle his mistress. Those members of the audience unfamiliar with Ames-Rassmussen wondered how such an elegant and famous person could be persuaded to behave like that before an audience, but those in the know were only too aware of what was to come. Tatiana placed a hand on each side of the dogs head as he looked up at her with his limpid, appealing gaze. Bending forward, she kissed him lightly on the nose, patted his head and returned to her magazine. The dog got down on his haunches, and with a quick look at his mistress, rolled over onto his back, head on one side, front feet in begging posture, rear legs splayed so far that they were almost horizontal on the carpet. Tatiana's hand returned to her mound, stroking herself, sending little murmers of pleasure through her body. Her other hand absentmindedly began to stroke the belly of the dog. The effect of even the most limited stroking was immediately apparent to the audience. The dogs sheath began to grow, reaching upward from its groin. As it did so, the bright pink penis, long and pencil thin stretched out into view. Tatiana glanced across at the effect her stroking was having. Whilst the audience sat mesmerised by the events unfolding in front of them, Tatiana lowered her face to the dog's belly, and without any preliminaries took the long thin member into her mouth. The dog didn't move at first. As the girl's head began to bob up and down, the dog stretched further before one leg started to jerk uncontrolably in a mock scratching movement. Tatiana withdrew her head, leaving the dogs dick sticking out at full stretch. She sat up, straddled the dog, and , being especially careful not to put her whole weight on it's abdomen, lowered herself onto it's dick with a long, drawn-out sigh. Almost unnoticed by the audience, the music changed. The quiet strains of Albeniz and Rodrigo died away to be replaced semlessly by the low pounding beat of Ravel's bolero. She began to bob up and down on the animals belly. As she did so, the only sign of increasing heat in the dog was in it's breathing. It's head hung to one side, the tongue so extended it reached the carpet as the dog's increased panting gained in volume and intensity. The audience, by this time were leaning forward in their seats. Straining to see every detail as the next act in the entertainment began. A second dog loped onto the stage. obviously someone had been stimulating the animal in the wings, because his long prick hung, unsheathed ready for action beneath his furry belly. This animal took station behind the bobbing woman who clearly had been expecting him. On cue, she slowed her see-saw motion, leaned forward and exposed her arse to the new arrival. As the pace of Bolero quickened, the dogs long tongue snaked out and covered her sex. This time it was the girl whose breathing quickened as the sandpaper-like appendage rasped against her clit, pushing her towards the orgasm the observers wanted to see. The dog also had his own agenda. He stopped lapping at her quim, climbed awkwardly along her back and began to hump himself against her arse. It took several attempts before the tip if his weapon found her rosette and forced its way past her resisting sphinctre. The cry of apparent pain from the girl seemed to spur both animals to further efforts. The dog underneath suddenly seemed to find space to hump her cunt from below, whilst above, the second dog kept perfect time with his kennelmate as he slammed into her arse. A long drawn-out moan of pleasure from the girl signalled her climax as both dogs shot their loads into her willing body, almost perfectly synchronised with the thumping climax of the music. Both dicks expanded into a knot, tying each weapon deep inside her. As both she and the dogs lay twitching, tied together in a bundle on the stage floor, the curtains closed, and the music died. Sir Gerald's voice boomed out, cutting across the animated conversation which greeted the end of the show. "Ahem. That concludes both our meeting and the formal entertainment. For those of you gentlemen, and ladies, who wish to take advantage of her, Tatiana will be made available throughout tomorrow. For the rest, thanks again for a most successful year. May next year be even better. Goodnight, and a safe journey home. THE END ========================================== The stories of James Anderton can be found at www.storiesonline.net and on the ASSTR website. http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/James_Anderton/ Copyright James Anderton 2002 Please don't post on paid websites, and please make appropriate attribution on free ones. Thanks James

Message-ID: <[email protected]> X-Original-To: [email protected] Delivered-To: [email protected] X-Original-Message-ID: <[email protected]> From: John Darts <[email protected]> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 10:07:05 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} The Shangri-La Islands Ch 3 (By: TheSearch4) Lines: 805 Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:10:02 -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/Year2009/59307> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <[email protected]> X-Story-Submission: <[email protected]> X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, RuiJorge This is a work of fiction and is to be read that way. It is somewhat science based and also religion based. So you should learn some of both areas when reading it. Is there sex? Yes, some, but if your looking for hard core, look else where. This, as all novels, is meant for entertainment. There will be just one chapter each week as much research is going into this as I write. Chapter 3 With all ready on the aircraft the stairs were let down and Hideki slowly walked down eyeing the military with complete disdain. Dana followed him and saw the man she knew she would fight. Hideki motioned for people to spread out, so the fighting area was clear of any but the contestants. He had wasted no breath on them so far. But you could see fear in some of the men's eyes when they looked toward him. Once people had moved back and cameras were in place, Dana moved forward like a cat. The man knew he had a real opponent. He took his position and bowed to her and she returned it. Then she just stood there waiting. The man was confused and finally he went for her and she was gone. She was now standing behind him. That was not possible unless he walked through her. He had never seen her go over his head and land behind him. Troops now were really fearful that this fighter would play with their best fighter, and then disgrace them. But they saw ten troopers standing with machineguns and it was no time to try to fight. This disgrace to any man of Japan was drawn out and their man never put a hand on the other fighter. She finally took his knee out and he lay rolling on the ground. Hideki was ready now. "Do you have any good fighters for mine? This has been enough of a warm up." The chance to redeem their face was extended. The general was now angry, but he knew he had better watch his mouth. This man who ever he was had a lot of power. "We have none better in this area, sir." "Should we wait for you to fly someone in worthy of my fighter?" The look on his face would have melted stone. "I am sorry sir, we have none better in this country." The media had caught that and they were shocked. But when Dana took off her mask they like to have dropped their teeth. It was a woman who had beaten their best fighter! One officer pulled his gun and was shot right between the eyes. "If you have any more fools here, let them line up to be shot so no innocent one gets hurt." The look now on Hideki's face said it all. The car was brought around, he and Dana go into it and drove off without any military people. There was total shock back behind them and no one had any idea what to do. It took little time to get to the palace area of the park and pull through the gates that were open for them. There were no guards or military people at all. "Dink, no one comes in the front of the building understand?" "It will be as you say, Dana." A group of servants came out and Dink opened the trunk for them to unload the treasures in there. They removed it and Hideki and Dana went into the palace. A camera had been set up to provide the media with a feed and sound in a meeting room. Palace staff ran the cameras and sound system. Once the gifts had been set up as Hideki wanted them he started to present them one at a time to the Emperor, along with the history of each. This took almost an hour and he was sure people were just blown away. Not one gift was less that 500 years old, with the oldest being over eleven hundred years old. They were all from the far distant past of the country's history. Hideki bowed deeply to the Emperor, and explained his relationship to him. They were very distant cousins. Which surprised the Emperor as he thought he knew all who were related. He was handed a book that went back ten thousand years, it showed families and their connections up to today. It made clear there were just six clans from the old Imperial line still living. He knew he had to act or lose forever the chance to help his people. "My people, I apologize for allowing the current government to exist, and for the one before that. The men now ruling you have removed my office from power. That will change today if you wish it. Japan will have an active Emperor and will be governed by the original rulers of our country in a fair and honorable manner. Business has proven not to be able to govern our people and have cheated them often. Now they will serve me, and if they fail you, they will be executed. But you must make that choice and I will follow your decision." This started a massive march to the palace to make that request. Aircraft tried to leave the island over the next few hours and were shot down by fighters over the city. Not one industrial leader who left, or tried to, survived the attempt. Discussions with the Emperor were very fruitful for Shangri-La, and a good relationship was set up. Hideki would come back and over see the school for the ruling class. They had found sixty three clan families spread over the islands. They would be the government and the Emperor would make the final decisions. The reason for the school being on one of the Shangri-La islands was so no family could teach the laws other than the right ones. The Emperor was to be beyond questioning. The agreement with John would help them pay for a lot of the changes to the system. Hideki had proven his worth, and was named the Minister of Education for Japan. He would listen to meetings and vote from his school on the islands. This was at least a start to making some changes in a world gone mad. The crash would never completely heal, but most of the people would find ways to survive now in Japan. Industry, who had made many promises and never kept them, was gone. This all had taken just a few hours time and had been very well planned by John. The respect Hideki now had for him was far above any he had ever had for anyone except his mother. The man knew just how to script a plan, so it flowed into actions by others. When they got to the airport their plane was sitting with no one but Dana's people around it. So getting things ready and taking off was really easy. John's car was locked down to the floor of the airplane and it had not one scratch. As the planes landed at the island's base, they went into the mountain and the runway went below water. Dana, Hideki and Dink were flown to the house by chopper. They all retired to John's office and briefed him on things that he could not see by the media feeds or at the aircraft. There was a lot of information passed and he was very pleased with how well they had done. "Hideki, I know you have work to do for Japan. But I need you to oversee the trade from here to there, also. We must be paid in ways that allow us to build up wealth, and not lose it. You must use your judgment in making those decisions. But it will allow you to guide Japan's dealings also." "I'll be honored, John, to assure you are not cheated, or placed where you could lose the money of the people. You need none of the wealth this nation has to live like a God. So I know it is not personal money I am working with." "True to a degree, I did finance many things here so the islands owe me for it. So that will need to be repaid and that means they have got to be paid to be able to do that." "Are you going to sell any of that gold you have?" "It really depends on what I am offered for it. I will not reduce my wealth to sell gold. But I would trade for gemstones or other precious metals. Maybe some for art if it is really good. So there are things I might be interested in." Hideki knew he had been given an opening and he would use it to John's advantage, if possible. He knew Japan needed some gold for money security. It was estimated John had about five trillion in gold and the monetary credit here on the Shangri-La Islands was backed by his gold for a small fee each year based on total money in the system. They used maybe a trillion of it and paid him 2.5 million a year in interest. That was a low cost way to insure your money value. John charged them just 1/4 of 1 percent for backing the money and took no salary for his work as the leader. Here he was the de-facto King and that was just how it was, as none wanted his job. People were happy they all had jobs. Some had their own business and others worked for government companies. The government was a corporation and everyone benefited from that, as no taxes were required to be paid. Services were paid for by corporate profits. John's real title was Chairman of the Board. The family all sat down now at the conference table and discussed the current business ventures of the corporation. They were sure things with the new agreements would help both countries. "I have one worry, daddy, and that is how will the Emperor change with him now having power?" Kelly ever the bright one knew that was going to happen. Hideki decided to answer her. "We have his three grand children coming here for school. There are altogether one hundred and seventy children coming here to study. I really can't believe any Emperor would risk the lives of all the ruling class children. Once we have trained them they will have bonds to these islands. You won't see them turning their back on us. But they will have their own beliefs and follow the correct laws." "Hideki, will I be allowed to learn there as well?" "Of course, I would expect you to want to do that. You already speak pretty good Japanese, but working with the other children it will get much better. I know one day your dad expects to you run things here, so building relationships with future leaders is a very good idea." That suited Kelly and she saw John was pleased. "I would like to work with you some more on my understanding of the history of Japan." He nodded and she knew he would help her. There were many questions she had no answers for. "Now we have the problem of dimensional shifts. I have found that Japan once was in this same problem. Once the islands moved far enough away from the shift point it stopped. So our goal right now is to find that shift point. I'm not sure all the islands make that shift any longer. I have Kendra looking back at old books to see if she can find me answers. But David has reported two attacks at night by some type underwater creature. It did no damage and was not large enough to do any. But if they had been in a small boat and not a ship it would have been bad. Both of those attacks were dead west of this island. We have had none reported in any other area around us so far." "We do have two islands dead west of us so was it inside the channel or outside it in deep water?" Dana had a map in front of her now. John pulled David's position reports out and pushed them over to her. She matched them up and smiled at him. "Both were on the deep water side of the islands. Each was a good fifty miles off the island's shore. We may be slipping out side the shift now for most of the islands. My guess is only time and tracking attacks will pinpoint the shift line. I'm not sure this island is within the shift area any longer. So we need to drop buoys that signal us every so many seconds around each island. Then if a shift comes just the ones involved will not transmit the signal. That is unless all islands are moved. That also says the satellite was moved as well." It seemed reasonable to John, and he could see no harm if the transmission was short and directed. They could use a satellite to pick up the signals and do some imaging as well. "I'll set it up with David to get the buoys out, and with Carlton to have satellite monitoring for them with imaging if one or more signals are lost." Once this was decided the meeting broke up. John just had no other way to track the problem. He knew that Dana's idea was his best bet. But what if really all the islands shifted then the buoys would do no good. He needed at least one someplace that did not shift. That afternoon David and Carlton came in and sat at the table where John was looking at a map of the islands and the area about one thousand miles around them. "I have a project I need both of you involved with. You know about the rumor that we have a shift of dimensions here, and sometimes we are in one and then we are in the other. So I want buoys made that have solar charging ability and send a signal up to a satellite every minute or so. It may take a hundred or more of these to cover all the areas around our islands. But we also need a few out where that shift should not happen as a balance. With some luck we might get proof of that happening and some pictures of it?" Both men considered this and saw it as reasonable to them. "I'll get the tech's into building what we need. David will need to plan how to seed each island to best prove if it shifts or not." Carlton now had dropped the planning in David's hands. "It'll take me and my staff a couple of days to get a plan ready for you to look at and approve. We might as well be looking for the ark as trying to find out if a shift happens or not. My worry is will the satellite also shift? We have lots of questions and no answers so far." David did have lots of questions and most were very good ones. Carlton headed back to set up the building of the needed equipment. He would have his tech's set up for two satellites to handle the pick ups of the signals. That way he could be sure to observe the shift if it happened. That to him was the big question, did it happen? John was still reading the book Kendra had shown him in the old worship center in the mountain. There was just so much he had to learn to start to understand this new living area of the islands. They seemed so idyllic and yet also so mysterious. The history was mixed with good and bad times and those were blamed on the shifts. Except they did not call them that, they were called the dark days or bright days. Much confusion was created between different writers in the many books. No two seemed to describe things the same way. It made it hard to see events as either the same or different from others. They did not use words others had before them. John's exasperation finally got the best of him and he called Kendra. She walked in carrying a coffee thermos and a piece of cake. "You took much longer to call for me than I expected." "I just got completely lost trying to understand what was the same and what was different." "All of us who have read those had the same problem. So a group working together has made a book that is a time line. I had to translate that to the calendar here for it to make sense to me or to you. It doesn't go into the detail much of the writings do, but shows the time, actions and problems the people had. They didn't try to explain why these happened, or what caused the events. But you do get a somewhat clearer picture of the shifts. I've added to it with things that happened during my life time." That seemed like it should help some. "Now what is the problem with it?" He had seen her concerned look. "It may or may not be completely accurate. It for sure is a better time line that the books give you. But it indicated that life has been here for right at one hundred thousand years." "It seems some of the science books show some type human on the planet for around six million years. So that number is not out of line, Kendra. The location here might not fit the scientists views, but time wise your number has some validity." Of course Kendra had no idea of the theories out there on man's start on earth. "That time just seems overly long, but if you say it isn't I will accept it." "Kendra, I really don't care about the length of time this has been said to be going on. I do care only if it is going on, and then what affect if any it has on us. If there were temples on the islands that explained this I would be traveling and visiting them. On this topic I will do whatever is required to understand and solve the problem. I do mean everything possible to be done by me or others." She understood his worries and knew he cared for his people. "There are many temples or shrines over the ten islands. I don't think any one person has ever seen them all, or even visited more than one or two, but you're the leader here and it is your right to do that. They all belong to you now." He was not sure she understood his position here. "I don't have anything I can do others can't, Kendra. There's a lot of responsibility on me to protect them, but they could travel to those temples or shrines as well as I can." She was smiling at him now like a child who was lost. "Once you purchased the islands from my brother, you had powers you did not know were there or included in the deal. He sold you not just the islands, but also his birthright. Your people may go to the other islands, but that doesn't mean they will ever see a temple or shrine. They could go to exactly where you did and not see a thing. I was quite surprised that all the ladies and Kelly could see the one here as that has never happened before. My brother could not see them as he did not fit our belief system. I had hoped you could. So the fact your entire family can was beyond my hopes." "There are some strong personalities in the family. But I would never trade any of them for another person. But the strange part is I am not a blood relative of any of the girls. I have accepted them as mine and treat them that way. But only the twins are mine." "They are very much your children. Blood often matters less than how minds fit together. Your family is the closest in how minds match that I have ever seen." It was Kendra's real feelings and it showed. She had never commented on the family, really. "Just what is your belief system, Kendra?" "I guess it is the very old version of Shintoism. The religions of Japan really came from here, as did many of their people thousands of years ago. But you also find a little of the Buddhist religion in ours. So our Kami fit into a lot of the Asian religions of today. You need to understand that Shinto itself means "the way of the gods." The Kami are the deities of the religion. There is much you will need to learn to be able to solve this mystery your facing now. Know that religion has a lot to do with the solution you will find." "It would seem that Hideki should be able to help me in understanding a lot of the Shinto religious beliefs. I know his mother had relatives that once were priests in the religion, and he was brought up in the religion as well." "He does have some knowledge, but in the new religion and not the old. Ours is much older than any Japan has today or had in the known past. So he would have to be willing to relearn his beliefs. Some can do that and others can't, as it is a real change in their belief system. He would have to be willing to make changes that fly in the face of things he was surely taught as a child. That's due to how much of Buddhism exists in the current religion of Japan. " "I assume it started to get mixed into the religion many years ago?" "Yes, in the 1100's is where it started to be precise. It became more confused in the mid to late 1500's. Today neither religion matches the old ones that started in Japan. It started as two different religions and ended up combined to a great degree into one." "Some way that just doesn't surprise me. Man has always been good at changing things to fit a model they liked better. Just accepting what exists is hard for most humans." John could think of so many good things that had been changed to adjust them for others to be happy. All he had to do was look at law changes over the years in the old USA. Many good laws had been made disasters by the multiple changes from congress. The stock market was hurt, as were banks by laws where the people making them knew nothing of the business. "You really need to talk with Hideki to see if he is willing to see things he may be uncomfortable with? It means he would have to teach his classes to the students based on the old ways and he may not wish to do that. It is the correct way, but not the current one now used." Kendra wanted John to see the problems. "I don't force people to make changes they are not comfortable with. Also I'm not sure we should teach the old ways except as maybe history to the students. It is important they find their own level of comfort with the religion. Not one dictated by us or some priest at a shrine." Hideki had walked into John's office and had been listening. "You have me completely curious as to what you two are into? I know our religion is nothing like it once was. My mother had an old book scroll she used to teach me the Shinto religion. She said it had come from one of her early ancestors. What I saw in Japan did not even resemble what that book taught me. Then I found three old scrolls at the school and read them and they were exactly like the old book scroll. If we are going to teach the religion then it must be correct." John wanted to temper Hideki's feelings. "Those children coming will not know what those scrolls say or if it is right. So you are going to have to teach them as a history and allow the children to make up their minds if they wish to see changes. It really is not for you to decide. Much of what they learn from them is going to be that half of what is now taught is Buddhist beliefs. As they were integrated into the Shinto religion they change much of the meanings. Shinto is the worship of nature and what is around you with many Kami's. Buddhism teaches an after life that the Shinto does not have and it has a central figure of worship. It also teaches a moral code which Shintoism does not have." Hideki had some decisions to make. John was right in his not pressing his feelings on his students. "I respect your wisdom and will follow what is right. Each child will get to decide what is the proper way to worship. " "Now, you and I need to work together, so I am better student of the old Shinto beliefs. We are stepping back into the old ways and I must learn them as will my family. The people don't have to change their beliefs, but we do if we wish to lead." That really caused questions for Hideki. "Why would you wish to go back into an old religious belief where it is not well documented, has no formal scriptures and no moral views? Yes, there are some written works from leading priests that do tell much of the spirit of the Kami and what is expected of man." "I know this is going to take a leap of faith, Hideki. But your religion started here on these islands. It went to your islands in sometime around the 500 BCE time period, and the people who took it were from the other dimension we are looking for. From what little I have learned many humans have left the other universe over time and come to this one. But it seems these islands were the port hole they could go through." That took some time to absorb and deal with. He knew these islands had some place in Japan's history, but not just where. "I need some time to consider this and digest it. It doesn't shock me, but leaves me with a lot to work out. So lets start this again tomorrow, and I will have a different outlook at that point." John just nodded his head and Hideki left the office. "Well what do you think, Kendra?" "You seem to be drawing a core group of people around you. That is good for you as it provides much input from different angles. Because it is not political it should work. My brother's idea was everything was political. It caused him many problems." "Here there are no political issues, as it is a corporation and not an elected government. The profits are for everyone's benefit and not just one or two people. My job is simply to assure all are treated fairly. That includes your people as well as the ones who came here from my country. That was held down to a minimum of the knowledge needed for the drilling, refining and natural gas being processed for LNG. We needed a lot of trained people. I also needed people to teach, run the schools and university here. Those skills your people did not have." "I can't argue with that and accept it as wise. The people are now using your computerized schools to teach their children. Some are also studying with them, and it is working. Even the men are using the computer system and learning much. It has changed the way education is looked at here by everyone. The ability of the system to translate from your English to our language helps." "The computer guys I have are very good and saw the need. They just developed the way to solve it and I didn't hear about it until later. That is how things should work." "What they did is very much appreciated by the people. Your giving each family a free computer and having them set up also was unexpected. That had to have cost a lot of money." "It did cost some money, and is so far well worth the investment. The men that are using it for farming are doing far better than before. We have been able to teach new methods and improve productivity. The tea, coffee and cacao beans are being produced now at levels we can export. Our quality is very high and in demand wherever it has been tried. That is why Japan wants to be able to trade in our products. There is also the fact we have stopped men for going fishing by using our boats. We have lost no one, the men are farming and making their families money to live on." "That has caused some talk and a few are not happy that they no longer fish." "If they would like to work on our larger boats I would never object. If they were considering going out to be killed then I would object. Any who feel less than a man ask them if they would like to train for our military defense force. There is not one girl they could possible whip right now. My security force is half female and damn good. Not one of them is over eighteen years old and some are fifteen. Now, Jackson is older, and he is the commander." Kendra was laughing at this idea. "That I will pass on to the people. You did hit the point of the complaint and countered it nicely. I think setting up some recruiting around the islands would bring you a few young men that are unhappy now." "Some men are sensitive about having a woman who is better than them in any way at all. I am not one of them. Each human has something they are good at. We should work to fit these things together to make us stronger and better. This was one of the issues I had to deal with back in America, also." "I have things I must get done today. So if you have no more questions I must get busy." She left after seeing John was lost in thought. Dana came in and started rubbing his neck and shoulders. "That feels nice, dear, and I am really tensed up." "Lets go to the pool, and hit the hot tub and then I'll work on you some." It didn't take any pushing to get him to follow her. The hot tub water and jets started to relax John. He was feeling the warmth soaking into his body and the water movement relaxing his tense muscles. The days leading up to this one had all been tense and stressful for him. "You seem lost lately and not yourself, dear?" Dana wanted to know what was eating at him. "I guess I do from your point of view. There is just so much that requires being done, and it all seems to be needed now. Then there is this shift thing which I'm not sure is happening now at all? We have two peoples we must integrate and make it work smoothly. So there I have a fine line I must walk. We had that problem with Japan and the corporation there. Now I have an even larger commitment to protect and educate the children of the ruling families. I guess I need answers, and just don't have them or people to ask?" She could see his problem now. "The first few days you came to bed with me and slept a good nights sleep. That way you got up feeling good, and ready for a day. I think your lack of sleep and being tired during the day is hurting your decision making abilities. As you once told me, there are limits to what a person can do and be effective." "Hideki has been teaching Leigh Anne to meditate and allow her mind to go free looking for answers. She says it is working for her and helps her see more of any concept she is dealing with. I may have to try that route, but I don't want you or any of the family at risk any more." She considered what she had felt back at the airport. "I never felt at any risk, husband. You had covered every risk that Hideki or I had, and the plan worked precisely. So going back now and picking it apart is of no value." He chuckled as she hit him once more with his own words. They got out of the hot tub and he was ready for her to work on him. They headed to their rooms and he positioned himself on the bed. As Dana started working the knots out he was mentally floating. Slowly much came into his sight and he knew he was breaking through the wall he had. She kept going for half and hour and rolled him over to finish up. He was there but not there also. His body responded to her every touch and she liked seeing that. They had not had sex in a few days and she knew she was going to use his body to help her satisfy her needs. Wherever his mind was, it was not here. She mounted him and slowly slipped him deep inside her. The feelings were intense and she took the time to allow each of them to play with her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sex was always good, but this reached into her mind as well as her body. She must have ridden him for at least an hour. But all at once he came so hard it sent her into an orbit she did not know was possible. John's eyes popped open and he liked to have sucked the room empty of air. "My God, girl, I have never felt anything like that before. Matter of fact I did not even know we were having sex?" That caused him to laugh. "I hope I'm pregnant once more. The strength of your climax just might have done the job. It seems I am in a fertile period and who knows here what happens?" "Hey, I have enough children, love. You tend to give me two at a time. I have two now to work with showing love and giving them equal time. That keeps me busy and I don't want to cheat them." "Just remember that fertility is now one of your Kami's. So show some respect, dear." She was now laughing at the look on his face. "How do you know where we are headed?" "It does not take a rocket scientist to see that. You have taken over a nation of mostly Shinto religious people. Yes there are a few Buddhists on these islands and they also use the Shinto form of worship. Knowing you, you would have to become able to function in their religion. Many of the older people here see you as an answer to the islands many problems of the past. You have shown knowledge they never expected, and you take time to listen to them. That has not existed in their lifetimes." "Where did you get this information?" "While you have been worrying yourself to death I have been visiting shrines. I asked, and Kendra gave me a guide. Of course, you have not seen Kelly around here, as she is working with me. We have plans to visit over one hundred shrines and temples on the ten islands. This island has twenty shrines or temples here. The smallest island has only three. But when we are done you will have a map of them all and a history. Kelly and I hope it helps you understand the islands better when we are done?" He was pleased with the help they were trying to give him. "I'll look forward to reading it and gaining some insight. But, how are you documenting them?" "We've taken digital pictures and they all have come out so far. Kelly was sure they would just vanish when we came out of the shrine. But that didn't happen, and she has printed each of them and put them in a folder. Every picture on the walls is now documented and each detail can be seen. I am there to talk to the older ladies as they don't open up with Kelly like they do with me." "I wonder why they talk freely with you?" "It seems I'm some what of a super hero to the older ladies. My easily winning the fight in Japan has made me someone they respect. A woman is finally being seen as a man's equal, or better. Your willingness to allow this has made you someone to follow at all costs. Kelly is seen as the future leader here, and not to be bothered by them." "That needs to be changed, and quickly, or it will be come the norm. We both need people to talk freely with us all. They are our eyes and ears out there and we need the information only they can provide." "I'll work with Kendra to find a way to take care of that." Dana would do whatever she could to help. Looking at the clock he knew he had one more meeting today. "David is coming in to discuss the placement of the buoys, if you would like to come discuss it? He thinks he may have found one place where it does not shift. Then if you don't mind, I'll just let you handle that and follow it for me? I don't need to know anything unless there is some movement." "I'll be happy to handle it, and there is a good working relationship between me and our military." They dressed and headed to John's office. Kendra had coffee and cookies that someone on the staff had made. David was waiting and enjoying the food and coffee. "It would have worked out if you had been even later. Now I'm going to have to share these." It sounded like the child had come out to play in him? "Life always has its downsides, David. Now if you would like, I'd be happy to fight you for the cookies?" Dana knew he was never going to accept. He was now laughing and enjoying his time here. "OK, people here is the current map and the suggested locations for the buoys." Dana looked over it closely and saw a couple of odd locations. "Why the two really odd locations close in to the islands?" "They are the locations of the last reported losses of people fishing. Each location is a bay with a small inlet going out to the ocean. Because of the tides people fish the bays, and don't go out of them to fish in the ocean. It seemed odd they would lose someone there with basically calm waters." "John said you had one you were sure was safe?" "It is the one sitting on that rock out towards Japan. The small island is just a large rock coming up from the bottom and is a good five hundred miles from our islands. There is a small beacon on it to make people aware of it and it is always checked by the Japanese navy. They get directional signals each day letting them know it is working. So the odds are good it never shifts." "That I wouldn't bet on as they know what that is. It may not be believed any more there, but it is accepted others do believe it. So knowing their reaction time to a loss of signal would tell us a lot." David knew how John thought, now. "They just completed a change of the light there. It took five days from the loss of signal for them to be at the light. So I think they do respond quickly to that light's needs. Their distance from us being just over 4100 nautical miles makes the time to the light a fast trip. It is critical for them to use it as a navigation point for ships coming here. By the way that mile is 6,000 feet long not 5,200, just for information, and is used by our missiles and satellites. But the GPS has improved the accuracy of those. We now can designate a spot with infrared laser from space and be dead on target." "Is our having a relay on that rock going to upset them?" "It might if they could tell it was there. That just will not be possible." David was sure of himself and they knew better than to argue with him. "I see no major issues with the current placements. I would like to see some in the waters between islands. These are all outside the islands in deep water. So it will tell us nothing about our island or the other large one. We also would learn nothing of how far the displacement goes without that coverage." Dana had her wants and knew what Kendra had told her. David looked at John. "Hey it is now her project and I'm just listening to this, David. There is more than enough work here for me and a large group of helpers I don't have. That problem comes with starting something new." "What's new? The technology we had before and the people are mostly from our area around the mines." "But I also brought in engineers, teachers and other technology based people who seemed to agree with us. We have had three arrests of people who changed their tunes when they got here. That's not really that bad, but how many more do we have?" "In the Navy I can assure you, none. You have captains and crews thankful for being here. They all saw the ship sinking back home and wanted no part of that. Here their rules are clear and direct. Everyone understands the laws." "Carlton says his people and those of General Zane are the same way. So my worry is the technical people and others living in the towns. Most of our farmers are locals or retired military. Once more, they are not my worry." "What do you see as their problem?" "For some reason people who are eating well, dressing nicely and having a basically good life feel guilty. The story is we should be giving away what we have to the poor of the world. What we did for the native population means nothing to those people. I am so tired of hearing about 'our' riches it is getting ridicules. They are 'my' riches, and not 'ours' in any way. If I gave every dime away, people would still have nothing. No government would be fixed, land farmed as it should be or a fair living made by those who got the money. The majority of the world is a taking group and gives nothing back at all. Here, I'm making my money work for everyone." The ideology actually worked. People had jobs and made good money here. Looking at the rest of the world, that was for sure not true. China was eating up each country they could. But their lack of a major Navy would slow them down in the Pacific. They would at some point try to build that Navy, he was sure. David was worried about the next day, week or month and not years from now. "Well, boss, things are going to get really bad over the next couple of years. China is going to attempt to reach out and control all countries in the Pacific below the equator. The power they could have is just going to be too much of a golden opportunity to not act. Where other countries have no ability now to place satellites in space, they do still have that ability. They will, I'm sure, come after ours or what they believe are US ones." "Then you'd better see that doesn't happen, David. The technical area for this is yours, and that makes it your problem. I would say a nice size accident at their main space launch site might slow things down for a time. They will run out of the money any government must have at some point. They also need minerals that they don't have, so there are a few ways to slow them down. As small as their Navy is, we could destroy ships as they are built. Their ships all run on oil based fuels. But remember when food, money, warmth, decent living conditions and clothing start to become short people will revolt. Those keys are what pushes the group to fight back." David could see it from the problems in the USA. "But with you taking over, those were no longer problems. So what happened?" "The US has always had more than others even in the older countries. The people's expectations were way too high for coming out of the problem that government gave us. No changes were acceptable to them from what they had before. It was mob rule, like what brought the government down by spending far too much. The people supported it and demanded it, so government spent it. When I said no they were ready to take what they wanted. Now I hope they have it. I know none of our old radio stations are still on the air." "It is no big surprise to you, I'm sure, but we are being looked for. That group of ships is from the west coast. The Hawaiian Islands are a new government, and will allow no US ships in there. They are selling pineapples and sugar to get what they need. All of that is being shipped this way." "It's a sure bet California does not have real money to buy from them. Some of the mining states may reopen mines to produce some silver and gold. That is the only way they can become solvent. Probably no one is looking where we found my gold, as coal mines just don't have gold seams." "But yours was well below the coal and I bet no one ever looked there before?" "It still doesn't fit the knowledge base the scientists believe in. So it can't happen again, since they don't know where mine came from. There is nothing to challenge their lack of knowledge. I know many think my gold was the US gold reserves, of which the US had little. Most of what was left was in banks in deep vaults. That the politicians took someway, I'm sure. I know many countries came in while New York was still functioning and removed their gold. But if any military group is looking, it's to take what we have." "I see a hard time finding what their charts say is not here. Our islands are not on Navy maps for this area of the Pacific. Why, is a complete mystery to me? But I have checked every map the Navy had for this area, and none have our island group." "Well Japan does and they are who we are trading with exclusively. So our not being on other's maps doesn't bother me at all." David left at this point to handle his assignment. -- John Old age is the most unexpected of things that can happen to a man. - Leon Trotsky <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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Chapter 7 The first meeting after the arrest of Kendra was to provide a lot of data. Carlton, David, Jackson, Kelly and Dana were there as well as John. For John it was learning time, he felt. Carlton started this, and was glad to go first. The DNA John wanted ran allows us to identify those from the other dimension. There are three major issues that show up in their blood. If you were given a transfusion from one of them it would kill you, and fast. It would cause liver and renal failure within ten minutes. We know this because it has happened three times in the past. DNA tests were not known until we came here." He waited to see what if there were any questions. With none coming, he continued, We have arrested fifty six more, based on the DNA matches. All were on this island. The group was the religious one that Kendra belonged to. So we are spending our time now looking for additional data. Each home has been searched, and we have found a lot of odd reptiles. The snakes we found had toxins in them that, once in contact with an open wound, would kill fast. Found in your foodstuffs were some toxins that, if one of you were sick, would have killed you. Nothing else has been found from all the stuff we tested. That pretty much answers the science side of my report." David was completely shocked. How did we miss this? You didn't miss anything David, I did. We were making decisions so fast it just never got covered. I should have followed that one and didn't do it. So the blame is mine." John wanted this stopped. Stop the pity party right now! These kinds of errors happen in big moves like we made. But we found it, and have hopefully fixed it. It does give us a lot of data for our project, and that's the important thing now." Kelly decided to break this up some. I now have Kendras background. She came from the small island, and it is said she lost her parents. She worked as a holy woman here for a number of years. She was never related to the King, and was hated by him. It was her pushing that caused him to sell the islands, and she most likely poisoned a lot of the food. The King took his own food but his crew, it seems, died first." The woman was a good liar and he had bought into her story. Well, she had me fooled and I accepted her lies." Daddy, she had us all fooled, and she was really good at not showing her real emotions. That is, until you started pushing her." David knew that Johns gut had acted up once more. If your gut keeps working we might solve this little issue. The general has started drugs being used to question the people arrested. He is using two of his native troops to work with him in the questioning. They really do hate these outsiders, while we are well accepted, as you have impressed the people. It is the first time they feel they really have a leader who cares about them." I do care, David, and will continue to do so. We're here at their sufferance, so it is just reasonable to be caring and giving with them. Yes, their King sold me the islands and his right to rule them. But that doesn't mean all the land and resources belong to us. They must be shared and used wisely for the good of us all." They said they have never been this well off before. The reason for it is your coming and ruling them so well. Honesty was always a virtue to them and it is a main part of our laws. They were promised one day a great leader would assume power here and make them very well off. It was up to them to be sure they stayed that way. So you have lots of people saving money, and educating their children. We have set up trust areas for native born people on every island. It should provide new land for them over the next hundred years." What happens if they dont stay on the land and want to, say, teach? This was a new area for John. We have a fund that will give them the money equal to the land value, so they can buy a home. It is well funded, and will continue for many years. The native born will do well here. Our people are buying their homes, and at low interest rates to boot. So those who were born here should have the advantage in buying a home." You guys did well structuring that. I completely approve of everything you said. I think they need to know you set it up." That is where your wrong, boss. We did exactly what we though you would do. So our question was always, how would John handle this? We made the decision, but using the logic you taught us. So the decisions were really yours in every way. The people need just one person to focus on and follow, and that's you. So dont confuse them with minor issues." David finished winded. But the people around the table were applauding his speech. OK ,I get the message and will back off. Now, do we have any more data on the other dimension? Yes, we know for a fact it has less oxygen than here, and are setting up buoys to measure the gases and any airborne particles. We do know exactly where a hole opens, and it happens at the full moon each time, two nights on either side of that moon phase." That's a nice start. Where did that information come from? The two books with the skin cover. I've had one man reading and doing a translation of it for us. He was completely shocked at the information. That area was a main fishing ground for most of the islands' small boats. He wondered just how many of the people from here are there now? I did a search and it seems they lost around three thousand fishermen each year. So you can see the decline of the population was caused by that job." How many have they lost since we came? None, as I stopped the fishing until we checked out the losses. Then I had a big factory boat that caught the fish and processed them. So small fleet fishing was just not profitable. That big boat is highly automated. A computer sorts the catch and rejects small fish and unusable ones. It brings in just what can be processed in one hour. The rest swim in a tank. The fish is scaled, gutted and fins removed before cutting it into steaks or frying size. Then our packers handle the fish to get packages of the right size before freezing it. Of course they also inspect every filet. Each type of fish is IDed before processing it. If the package says tuna that's what is in it." You seem to have the fishing down to a science. Now what about the fishing grounds that the people previously used? They're OK, but not the best we have. The reason the better areas were not fished, I think, was because of Japan's willingness to sink ships going there. Some of the fishermen admitted that after their ships were sunk. They sunk many ships from the islands. But company policy would not allow the ships to pick up survivors." David was upset with the policy of the companies in Japan. That I'll handle and quickly. The Emperor owes the people an apology, and repatriations if any of our people exist in Japan. He will pay for lost husbands. So get me a count as close as possible. I have a talk coming with him tomorrow." John knew just how he wished to play this. I see something you're not talking about? Yes, and I'm not going to discuss it yet. When you have an idea you dont discuss it like it has already happened. There are still issues for me to solve before I even open my mouth." John stood his ground, and David quickly got the point. He had once more gone too far. Dana bailed him out. How many of the company ships did we sink before they moved out of our waters? There were three, and we picked up every person on them. They were told to move off the ships in lifeboats, and then the ship was sunk. The crew was picked up and taken to a confinement camp. We returned them to the company once agreements were signed." David, you get me the data I need. Carlton, organize the warehouse items for inspection and let Kelly know when you're ready. Kelly, organize the people to come in and review the artifacts. Dana, try your best to make some progress with the girl as she, I think, is the key here? After they had left Shelby brought in coffee and a roll for him. This feels like old times, John. I love where we live now, and this place is like a palace to me." Just dont get into the idea that it is one. There are many apartments here, and some are used others are not. The families all connect here to the dining room. Part of this place is office work areas, and part living quarters. Once more the government is run from here, and not some office in the city. So we have space needs most would not have. I have had dinners here, and meetings with some foreign dignitaries. We dont accept many of those, and I dont look to bring many up here." I have noticed other than Japan, we dont see other foreign ships at all." We have a trade agreement with them. They buy and sell our goods to any nation interested. That way we dont have a lot of people coming here wanting what we have. It, I hope, will prevent fighting a war to keep these islands." Is that possible, John? We're all living like kings compared to most of the world. There is food, clothing, cars, farm equipment, electronics gear and almost anything you could want to buy. The nice thing is, you can afford to do that as you have work, and are being paid. Looking at the rest of the world, that is not the case any place else. The poor have almost nothing, and the middle class has little. Just the rich are surviving, and not as well as they would like. So they are always looking for places to assume power, and take over using their money. Most dont have a lot of gold or silver, so their money is often worthless outside their country." Shelby could see just how bad it was out there. Since you rescued me I have never missed a meal, or had any real wants that were not handled. We people tend to forget just how good life is here for us. I think we all need to be kicked in the butt every once in a while, to wake up and see what we have, and others wished for." That hit a note John liked. I pick up a few news feeds now days from countries that are a little better off. Places like Japan, China, Russia, India and the likes. It might be worth showing our people what life is like there? It definitely is hard, and millions are dying." I often wonder what happened after we left Johnstown? It got real ugly, and things have not gotten any better. There are no lighted cities anymore, and you can see bands of people roaming the countryside. Simply put, I believe it just reverted back to the jungle it was before." Shelby left and John started back to his planning. The trick was going to be getting everything he needed from Japan. He called his bank manager in Japan. Yes, John, what can I do for you? The man's English was very good, so that is what they used. I want to hire some people for very good jobs. But they would need to move here, and become citizens. They are mostly scientific and technology positions. As you know, we dont pay high wages here, but people live very well because of our gold standard." Money of any kind, with a long term job, is much wanted here. I assume you need people who speak english? For this, yes, and it would be good if they were educated in the US. I am sending you the list of openings and requirement. It will be on your fax connected to us. The people will be moved by the ships coming to pick up commodities. Use our permission from the Emperor for any who question what your doing." Hai, it will be done as you wish." He slipped back into Japanese. John hung up the phone and just sat back considering his real needs. His list of fifty well educated people with skills in several areas would help his people here. The fifty families would be easy to handle. He had his town built in much of the Japanese style of high fenced in yards and houses. Being home was a place just for family to enjoy, unless they invited others. So people from Japan would enjoy this city. The one difference was the gate for bringing your car into the walled area. It was really a garage, and you had to pass through the door to get into the yard. It did look like a gate, and when it opened it was a closed area for parking up to three vehicles. These people would add the knowledge on dimensions needed in the planning. The others were to help the space program with ways to launch without using rockets. So he was tasking in many different directions now. All of a sudden the noise level grew so loud he was shocked. He could feel the air vibrations in the office and hear a loud noise coming from outside just above the balcony. He knew it was a helicopter from the sounds the blades made. He walked out and looked up, and just twenty feet up was one of the slicks. Someone was dangling from a rope and harness while holding a smaller man who was struggling like mad to get free. Carlton walked in and saw John standing on the balcony. Five minutes ago that would have been very unsafe, boss." I assume there was a reason for the noise, and it most likely had the problem solved. So what happened? One of the searchers on the beach saw someone climbing on the side of the mountain. She called Jackson, and he went into a panic mode and started the ball rolling. He's trying to find out how anyone got to the top of the mountain and started coming down? Another chopper came in and one person swung out and dropped down, picked up a rifle and a pack, was hauled back into the machine and it left. That must have been the weapon and pack for that attacker. I have a bunch of sensors for Jackson to plant on the mountain around your home. Anything human will set them off, and for other life forms they will indicate what they picked up. Jackson needs some help, as nothing under human control is fool proof." After the household staff thing I dont think Ill argue with you. But I'll bet this has something to do with those arrests! Oh, I'm sure you're right. General Zane is getting lots of information for us now. The native boys have been very successful at questioning those arrested. They're not being gentle with them, and have scared them badly." That made John really wonder? OK, how do you scare them, they know they're under arrest? They threatened them with the same methods used in the other dimension. They would be skinned alive, and get to watch their skin made into a map. One of the female prisoners told one of the guards they didn't know how to question, and explained the way it is done there. Once the threats and tools were there, it went a lot faster." The idea of doing that to a human was repulsive to him. But the map and book covers now made sense. What a bunch of barbarians that culture is. The more we learn, the more I want to destroy it." I'm in agreement with you, but there are some good people there, also. They need protection and aid." Send me a transcript of the interrogation of this last intruder. Be sure to calm Jackson down, and keep him focused on planting the sensors in the ground out there." After Carlton left, John headed to the hot tub for some relaxation. He had almost fallen asleep when Dana and Kelly came in, showered off, then got into the tub. Well, husband, we leave you for a few minutes and there is all kinds of excitement." Did something happen? John just played it cool. You're at times a smart ass husband. But I know you were in your office and walked out on the balcony and watched it. Why does everyone want to kill you now? Maybe because I'm looking at going to that other universe and changing the power structure? Some way they know who I am, and are fighting back." Does that mean we become an armed fort? No, but it means security becomes much tighter. Now I need to call Carlton as I just had an idea hit me." He got out and dried off, dressed and headed to his office. Carlton, I need you to move security to the next level. I want every person checked for RFID seeds and everyone showing up at the LNG terminal and oil products loading area cleared one by one. Hand and eye scans are required. Do the same for people going out and hold any who have cheated getting in. Track their readings and see where they went. We just might be coming under attack." I'm on it, boss, and will let you know what we find." John headed to dinner and some relaxing time with the family. The dinner was a nice one as was normal for Mrs. Minch. Finally, she came in with a box and sat it beside Johns chair. I have no idea what this is, but it was in my kitchen. Whatever it is, it's not for cooking food, I know. The box was sealed so I opened it, and it looked like some kind of electronics item." That's fine, Greta, Ill handle it, and get Carlton to check it out." Once dinner was over John picked up the box and headed to his office with Kelly, Riko and Dana coming behind. He opened the box and lifted out some crude electronics assembly out. There were containers and chemical bottles inside as well. John picked his phone up. Carlton, you would be shocked at what your people missed finding here? Dont do this, John, we caught two people trying to go into the LNG terminal with small explosive devices. Now you say my people missed something at your home? Yep, they sure did, and Mrs. Minch found it. She said it for sure was nothing to cook with." Do I need any more people? I would suggest someone with a good knowledge of old communications equipment." The family looked over every piece of this device and made some discoveries. Then Carlton came in with his tech. Carlton, would you look at that, it is so old cant believe it exists. It uses a battery using vinegar as he acid solution." What kind of signal range does it have? The man considered this for a time. Maybe fifty miles at best. More likely thirty would be reasonable." John had listened to this. What about off the top of the mountain? From there I would say one hundred miles. But they would have to have a good big copper antenna to do that." They have five days a month they could possibly communicate, and use this equipment to do it. This island is the one they must have, as the rest are too rural to fit their needs. But I want them all to our west watching the shore at night, every night. Any heat signatures coming in are to be picked up and fast. We need to put together a signal we can send out over this and use it to misdirect them." Ill get the general started questioning to find out who was doing this. Then we'll get the information on how it was used, and what codes if any were involved. By the next opening of the dimension gate we'll have this running. Every citizen is being checked now for a seed matching with hand scans. It seems they knew enough to cut out a seed and use it to get on base. They taped it on their skin. We have two dead bodies out there someplace. So all security areas will also require a hand scan from now on." Take the equipment with you and set up a way to assure a good signal. I want to scare the hell out of them. Whatever bodies we have freeze them and one day we will place them in a boat for the dimension to shift and send them back." Carlton was laughing and it was infectious. Boss, we'll also tattoo their faces as that is a sacred area of the body for them." As long as it creates fear I really dont care. Two can play this game and I think we are smart enough to cause them a lot of things to worry about. So start some people on counter warfare and see where we need to go from there? People from there, once they have been sucked dry of information, are of no use to us. That is my decision on the policy. If they wish to attack me fine, but where my family is they made an error." They could see John was pissed. Boss, we'll get every drop of information we can from the prisoners and then decide how best to use them for psychological warfare." The girls had said nothing during this entire conversation. I for one dont want to know any more. So I'm leaving." Dana walked out of the office. Sorry, daddy, mom has no stomach at all for violence. Here is a woman who can tear you apart and she doesn't like fighting? We need to be sure the message sent is one they understand loud and clear." Kelly was now in her adult mode. John looked at Riko and had to ask? Little one, what do you think? We need to kill as many as we can or they will keep sending people to try to kill my daddy." That was firm and to the point. Well that makes the management side 100% in agreement." Carlton was now smiling as he said that. Take the stuff here with you, and rig what you need to pass on the information we want them to have." The two men boxed up the stuff there and the tech carried it out. Boss, it's going to be an interesting period in time. We have about 28 days until the next cycle where the gate opens. I have no idea how many we have here now, but we will get them, and fast." With that he left the room. Well, ladies, how about my reading to my favorite munchkins? Each grabbed a hand and pulled him to Kellys bedroom. The girls undressed and got into PJs and crawled into bed together. They seemed to sleep more together than in separate rooms now days. John read to them for a good hour before the eyes started closing. He put the book up, kissed them both and headed out to his room. I assume they're both asleep? That is for sure, dear. My two pissed off little girls finally calmed down some." I noticed Carlton was really on edge tonight." Well Ill have to take the blame for that. He and David are getting tired of my gut feelings being so accurate. When I left the tub after we talked I ask him to raise the alert level as we were going to get hit. He had just done that when two men were picked up trying to enter the LNG terminal with explosives." OK, what gave you that idea? Your comment about becoming an armed fort. If they cant attack here, where else would they do that? To be able to do that they had to kill two men that worked at the terminal and remove their seed RFID. But now the DNA, hand and eye scans dont match the seed number. We are going to have to double check everyone. Those who dont belong here must be weeded out, and quickly. As much as I dislike it, we are in a war." How is that possible? They have, over ten years, taken over thirty thousand people from these islands' fishing boats. Once we came, they have gotten no more. You heard Davids report this morning. I think that did get someone mad. Then my thinking about going there with a strong fleet worried them. We are far stronger than they are, and much better armed. Our religion here is a real one, and I dont think they have one there." Dana could see this was a war, and she was now in it also. We'll need to fight to win, as I could never accept the way they live. It seems living like we do does not please them, or the women we had working here would have left the their cause long ago." John snuggled into Dana and held her tight. They were like two peas in the same pod. That next morning they showered together and dressed for breakfast. It was the normal beautiful day here. Dana had said nothing since they got up, and John knew she was churning something over in her mind. Once in the dinning room Leigh Anne hugged John. My sick lady said I needed to come down and eat with my family. I've learned a lot about her's. It seems she's part of a royal family that ruled a small area in their dimension. They were taken over by what she called, the Graffs? I am not sure exactly who, or what they are yet, but I'll know more later. From what I understand, she was sent here with family money to buy food for their enemies. That was the demand placed on them to be kept alive. She said she had around 121,000 coins, and hoped to buy a couple shiploads of food." After eating a little she continued. She's told me a lot about her people, and much of the others around them. But most of their lands are ruled by what she calls bad people. In her estimate, the good are about one in ten." Take her out on your balcony and show her the aircraft carriers at anchor. See what she thinks of them. Tell her I am considering sending one of them, a few aircraft and a small defensive fleet to her dimension. Then see what she has to say. But make sure she knows if I go, a lot of bad people are going to die." Back in his office, he picked up the phone and called the Emperor. Good morning brother, I hope you're well? It's always nice to hear from you. I have buyers for all your LNG, at good returns for both of us. It seems China is in a war, and not getting any gas from the northern countries bordering Russia. So they and India are looking for the LNG in large quantities. Our deal calls for silver, gold, rice or other trade goods. One bad item supplied will cost them any more shipments. So gold and silver must be 99. 99 pure and food 100% high quality. Other trade goods must be agreed to well before the shipments, and tested here. You will get your many sizes of copper electrical wire for the aircraft, and other ship uses, that they were very willing to trade." Excellent news, and well negotiated by you and your people. Now I need your input on a new issue. As you know, there is another dimension here, and we have a gate near here between us and their world. They've started sending people through to kill me, and destroy our trade port. I believe it's time to show these barbarians just how bad an idea that was." Theyve tried to kill you? Yes, two different times now. Last night they tried to blow up the LNG port, one of your ships and the port storage tanks with explosives. So what they are doing will affect us both." This must be stopped, and fast." I'm considering sending one aircraft carrier, with a small fleet, into that dimension to fight. But I'll need additional officers and crewmen to do this. We dont have the people to handle staffing the full fleet." Call Admiral Suzuki, tell him what you need, and we'll delivery them to you. Do you need ships? That would be a problem for you, as there will be no place there to get fuel. We'll only send nuclear fueled craft, as they won't need additional fuel at all. Ships will not be the problem for us, having enough men to handle the fight, and women to feed, nurse, and clean for them, will be." As I said, tell Admiral Suzuki what you need, and we'll do it." Thank you brother, and I'll have Admiral David Weathers call and work it out. He will be commanding this mission, so he knows exactly what he'll need. Having been a Navy Seal, he does know how to fight." Now the Emperor was impressed with David's training. What does he know about ships? He has supervised the rebuilding of all our ships, led our fleet's command ship and over seen the training of our personnel. He graduated from Annapolis, and is, first of all, a complete Naval officer. But if you would like to send your ships, we would be happy to fill your tankers, and hope they can make it on what fuel they have? That stopped any more comment. I heard your looking for scientist and engineers." I have fifty jobs open for fulltime staff members. We're looking first for people who returned from the US, as your people dont accept them well." He knew the Emperor's bias here. Yes, that would be a good way to handle that problem. If they were citizens of the US, feel free to recruit as many as you wish." That was why I used the agreement you gave me, to exempt them from customs and passport needs." Now the Emperor was trapped in his own decisions. Who started the China Russian war? I guess I did, brother. They had troops heading to the Vietnamese border, and I had to stop it before they were fighting India. I did make sure Russia believes they started it, so does China. China has no more rocket launched nuclear devices, and few bombs. Their Navy is gone completely. So, all in all, we are much safer now than before." Brother, you are one brave and lucky man." I assure you luck had nothing to do with it. It was well planned and executed. We dont gamble like that, we knew what each action would do and how it would be seen. If you needed plate to build a ship, they could not supply it, because they cant make it anymore." The Emperor knew this man was smart, and one who had zero limits in todays world. If you need anything more just call me, brother." There was little the Emperor could do for him, really. But John appreciated the shield he provided. He called David and passed on the number and name of his contact in Japan. Look, David, this guy is going to try to assume control. Shut him down fast. If he won't follow instructions, advise him that I will be calling the Emperor, and demanding his firing." I get the feeling you think the military wants control? Yes, but for different reasons than you're thinking. Some leaders are seeing power possibilities if they can come out on top of the military. It would allow them to control the Emperor, and through him the people. They would become modern day Shoguns in Japan. That is not going to happen." How do we get the kind of people we really want? Youre going to take a carrier to Japan, and have our security people interview each proposed individual. My main worry is having good munitions staff for arming aircraft, deck crews and engine room people. Not only will we interview their offering, but we will also interview others who just come to the ship. Each person will have to supply their ID card and a hand scan at the interview. Anyone who tries to fool us will pay a major price." I see you're not going to play with them at all." Nope, and tell the Admiral for every time he tries to screw me I'll cut up one of his aircraft. When I run out of them, I'll start on ships. So if he wishes to deplete his country's ability to defend itself, just try to screw me." This guy must be bad news." His personal aircraft is always parked outside his window at the base. If he screws with you just call the techs, as they have his plane in the sights of one laser. They will cut it into pieces. But dont play with him, and damn well dont allow him to play with you. All business, and very professional, is the order of the day." The message is received loud and clear. Ill get ready to handle this turkey, and get that over with. But I'm worried he will do his best to screw us once we go to Japan to interview people." He will submit all personnel files to our bank manager. Those will be checked out by police and security people in Japan before we get them. Then our security people will also check the fingerprints and records. If the ink is not the same age as the file they are rejected with cause." My main worry is going to be the troops they give us." Remember what Dana did to their best fighter? Our troops can also do that to them, So they dont want to piss anyone off. We'll prove out each one in hand to hand fighting before they are accepted. But never tell the Admiral where this fleet is going, do you understand? OK, now what about females? Offer to bring wives and families for the time of the assignment. I'm having one ship fitted out with small cabins for families. We'll be using just one fifth of the standard crew so there is a lot of extra room on that ship." There I see some real trouble, people are going to fight over a woman." With no drinking on the ship it should be no problem. Japan has always been a feudal society, and some of that carries over even today. But they are the educated end of the races we will be seeing in that other dimension. My gut says that if you looked back a thousand or ten thousand years you will see Japan in that dimension." Now David better understood John's plan. You're going to turn people related to them, back on them." Some are going to choose to stay there as well, so hopefully they'll raise the education levels of the better people? It might one day open real trade. Now John was just thinking out loud. Boss, I have to get this done and off my plate before I get sick. Ill let you know if I have problems, and just how bad they were." David didn't like verbal confrontation, but he knew that was what he was going to have to do with this admiral. So he got with it and made the call. It took going through three secretaries before the Admiral come on the line. Hai." Cut the crap, Admiral, I dont have time for your silly games. Have I made myself clear? Do you know who you're talking with? Yes, the man whose plane I am cutting up outside your window. Once you're done watching that, then I'll tell you exactly what youre going to do. Have I made myself clear now? Why are you doing this? You could hear panic in the Admiral's voice. Because you dont follow your Emperors orders well. You are no Shogun, and there will never be one again in your country. What your seeing is exactly what happened to China. So screw with us, and watch your country become a non player in world affairs." What do you want? OK, keep playing the games. I will simply tell John of this and let him demand your termination by the Emperor. Good day, Admiral." Wait, I didn't mean it that way." Most assuredly you did mean it exactly that way. Having you lie to me just pisses me off, so I'm going to refuse to work with you. The Emperor will have to appoint someone more responsible to deal with me. Good day." David called John and spelled out the way it had gone. Of course John had expected it. I have the news media, in Tokyo, broadcasting the Admirals disrespect for the Emperors orders. People are being advised of the needs to be filled, and where to e-mail the resumes and files. They're all required to go in and have their hands scanned at the bank before being invited for an interview. I have people I know and trust who will check them out in Japan. So simply get your carrier out to sea, and you'll have people to interview when you get to Tokyo." I'd like to have a sub and two cruisers with me also, as we have no fighter aircraft on board." David, it's your Navy, so handle it. I assure you, if it gets screwed up you'll have your ass on the griddle." Sorry, boss, I know better." He hung up and started assembling his fleet to go to Japan. With twenty pilots who flew F/A 18E Super Hornets, and thirty six planes, he decided that the training time might be very helpful. So he ordered the pilots to the ship with twenty planes, once it was at sea and ready to recover. He flew out on one of the old slicks and was set on the deck. Moving to the bridge he watched, once in position, the twenty fighters come in and land. Each was sent below for refueling and inspection as soon as it landed. They had not been flown in some time and needed going over. It took some time to recover the twenty and get them below, but he now had teeth on this beast. The problem was lack of deck crew needed for complete flight operations. The Marine captain came on the bridge and saluted David. Sir, we have a one hundred and fifty man security detail ready to guard the ship." Fine, son, use fifty men per watch, and run four on,eight off watches. Later we may have to change that, with the people recruited in Japan. We'll just have to wait and see? Yes sir, I will see that is carried out." The young officer saluted once more and left the bridge. Well, David ,it looks like we have one squared away Marine." The captain was laughing now at the look on Davids face. God, I am going to my cabin and just relax. Let me know if we have weather or other problems in front of us." Will do David, just get your hyper drive in check for now. This trip is not one you wanted to take, I can see that. Ill send the mess boy to bring coffee, and see if you want anything to eat." It was not long before the knock on the door came, and a girl stepped into the main room. Boss, what can I get for you besides this coffee? What the hell are you doing here, Dink? I'm the one going to embarrass the troops who think they can fight. But I will also be your bodyguard on the trip. If we have any problem children, they might just wait until we sail to try to act up. But Ill be going with you once we are ready, as I speak the native language and can read it. So boss, you're stuck with me." Dink, I'm in no way, stuck, with you. I'm pleased youre here and going with us. We need all the skills we can get going into that dark dimension. How much do you know about it? Carlton let me read General Zanes reports. I have read the history, such as it is, on that dimension. I'll function as security officer for you once we leave our dimension. So I'll be recruiting people from all over the boat as eyes and ears while we are interviewing." Do you have a place to work from? I have an office, with my room behind it. No one comes into this area without passing security first. We'll be scanning and placing RFID seeds into everyone we accept. Their records will be in that room's computer. Our people I am not worried about, but the new ones worry me big time." How are you going to keep food and water supplies safe? We will, of course, scan everyone going into those areas, access will be limited to trusted people. The transport system for food going into the cooking areas has been automated, It won't take people to select and move boxes, frozen food or meats to the kitchen areas. All food will be cooked in our kitchens, and eaten in the dining halls. There will be two food lines, one for us, and one for the Japanese." If someone causes some suspicion can you track and watch them? Yes, and hear everything said in any area. Our book of rules says that anyone caught putting our people at risk will be turned loose with a boat and 6 days food and water. No trial, and no questions asked. This is going to be very dangerous and we dont need others making it any worse." Where have you been training for security? General Zane has that group, and I was assigned when I got here. My ability to quickly learn the native language, and how to read, it moved me up fast. I was moved to a native scouts team. Our team did a lot of the locating of those who came to our islands, and did not belong. We questioned them in the field first, and we broke many of them. They sent us to others that had come as well. My team rolled up over sixty of their agents on the outer islands. We were brought to the main island when the crap hit the fan with John." I had't heard about the people on the outer islands. Why? If it became open knowledge it would have caused killings, and driven some underground. No one knew we had the sixty. Our next stop was the main island, where we were finally ready to go after the leaders. But your job was the Navy, and sea protection. Carlton was responsible for the ports and technology areas. Had we known that the checks had not been run on Johns staff, that would have been done first. But the general was not here then." You dont have to defend yourself to me, Dink. I felt bad about the failure myself, as did Carlton. It was our failure, and not the generals." If you had run them it would have shown nothing, really. You would have gotten one or two, and that's it. Only the DNA test could prove who was from the other dimension. We were very close to knowing just how it worked when you got your break." Nope, it was not us, but John. His gut was acting up once more." We had found the difference in our captives, that made running a search on the main island a requirement. But Carlton beat us to it." It makes me feel better that security was almost there when we jumped in. Now how about having dinner with me down in the officer's mess? But I'm no officer." It's my Navy, so you are now. Let your people handle the enlisted ranks, and you follow the officers. I want you on my staff during this mission. So youre now a Lieutenant, JG and here is your rank insignia. Get your name and rank placed on all fatigues, and get new Naval uniforms. Ship's security will report to you, as will your own people." Sir, are you sure you want to do this? You know I'm not qualified to be a Naval officer. I'm a year away from having my degree." Dink, I need one person here I can trust completely, and you're it. We've been friends since that little incident in Johnstown. So humor me, and help me get through this nightmare." Now Dink was surprised at what she saw, David was scared to death of what was to come. The unknown had him completely worried. Boss, it's just that I didn't want to embarrass a friend, but if you'll guide me Ill do the best I can." That was all David could ask of her. Thanks, Dink, I really needed a friend. Now lets go eat, and dont worry about your fatigues right now. Strip off the insignia above your breast pocket and we'll go without anyone knowing your position." He handed her his knife, and she turned to the wall mirror to do the job. John was sitting at the dining table watching Shelby and Mrs. Minch talking about the house. Ladies, I did't design this, or ask for it to be built. It seems it was built on an old palace design used thousands of years ago. The whole royal family lived in just one palace. But they were far more like the school for the royal children than this one. That was an old palace used by a royal family once." Why did they build this one? Shelby was now in questioning mode. It was, it seems, Kendras idea and she sold it. She wanted one place the ruling family would be, and where she had access to them all. She had heard about my farm house, and knew she would not be needed in that type of living quarters." I hope she doesn't survive questioning." Oh no, I want her to survive, as she's going back with the fleet. They will all go back where they came from. Of course, they'll be in cages, and chained in place." That is at least one idea I can support." The thing that went wrong was, our life styles were very different from theirs. It caused confusion and no idea how to read us. The fact that my family was close knit was so different from their world, they didn't know how to deal with it. Here, people were not looking to undermine me like happened in their world. We all seemed headed in one direction, and at one goal. That caused mass confusion and finally they began to show their colors. That was when I started pushing Kendra over errors she had made with me." I'm just glad to be back here with you guys. I didn't like working in the city. We saw a lot of the Japanese ship's officers. They were not a nice group. They seem to feel we were all waiting to get into bed with them." That I will handle and fast, Shelby. I didn't know anything like that was happening here." It is, and some girls have been raped by them. By the time security is notified the ship is gone." Now John was angry and he was going to change this. I'll handle it right now." He went to his office desk, Kelly had followed him and sat beside the desk. Carlton, I want a notice put up that no crew members will be allowed off any ship. This is due to rapes committed by Japanese sailors here in port. Once we have all of them back here to punish, we'll look at once more allowing crews off ships. Send DNA prints for every rape victim to the Tokyo police with that notice as well." The anger was loud and clear. Will do, boss. That issue was on the agenda for the next meeting we were to have. I have two rapes we got word of today." No ship leaves port until we have the rapist/rapists, and I mean none leave. If one or more has gone they will be brought back at once. Trading with us is based on our trust and that has been broken. So advise Tokyo they are to send no more ships, as none will be allowed or loaded here." I will have it done in no time, boss." You're really mad and it shows big time, Daddy." I guess I am, and it is that damn idea they are better than the rest of the world, it is an attitude many men in Japan have. That, I believe, comes from the other dimension." You will have time to check that out later. Once David gets his reports back here you'll know more than most about that group." My dear, to accomplish that we still have lots of planning to get done."

Chapter 5 Dana was shaking his shoulder and he slowly came too. It was dark and the breeze coming in the window was nice and cool. I assume you heard from Carlton? Yes he said they would start in just fifteen minutes. That was just three minutes ago. He got up and washed his face and dressed. Is everyone else in bed? All but your shadow. She is in the office waiting for you and said she will sleep on the couch if she got too tired. The young lady is good company and I enjoy having her around when the stress is high on me. She keeps reminding me of the people I am ultimately protecting. Just watching her sleep keeps that in my mind. He hugged Dana and headed to his office. Kelly had the plasma screens set up to play the feeds from the satellites and they were also being recorded in the computer room here. John had a bank of eight plasma screens on the wall. They were 52 and high definition. Is the Emperor going to watch this? He is suppose to and I will call him and check later. I want him to know he is being protected and just how far we will go to do that. What are you going to do when things start not working? I have one hundred and sixty men now working on a shuttle that will take off and land here. It will have a large empty bay to take satellites up and bring some back for repairs. We will not use rockets to send it up or bring it back. We are using the old VASIMR project to start building our engines. It runs on hydrogen gas and we have a lot of that. She wondered how this could be possible? I dont see how we could build something that advanced here? We have the people and dont have others standing in their way. The question was never could the USA do this, but it was how could funding be arranged for it. We dont have that problem here with no public give aways and the corporation does have the money to fund it. Where did we get the scientists from? When the guys were leaving the states they got smart and offered many NASA scientists and their families a chance to come with them. So now we have a space lab? That was something Kelly has missed some way. A very good one and without any financial problems and where they get to built it all themselves. If they can build one at one tenth the size of the final ship and it works. Then Ill finance the full size ship and if that works they will build several of them. Being able to use a runway, magnetic propulsion or a new technology without a launch pad and explosive gasses makes a big difference. Just as he finished that comment a large explosion came on one screen. It was very bright and he guessed it was rocket fuel? He also saw one beam boring down into the ground on another screen and knew it had to be the storage site for nuclear weapons. That was going to be a very hot area for years to come. Once a few were cut open they would irradiate the rest to where no one could get near them. The docks could be seen and the many ships that were in different stages of being cut in half. Dry dock areas were also being destroyed. If it was a Navy ship it would be lost. It was like an army of ants attacking this area. Finally John saw Riko looking in the room. Come on little one your always welcome here. The smile was a million watt one and she ran in and jumped up on Johns lap. I thank you for letting me be here also. Mother said not to bother you as what was happening was important to Japan as well as here. If mother says anything tell her I invited you to come in. That is the truth and she will know it. But never fear my being mad at you, for coming to see me or spend time with me. That will never make me angry. The child hugged him and held on tightly. I thank you so much as I have never always been welcome anyplace. Kelly heard all of this and enjoyed her dads way of handling the girl. I have been in the same position Riko and John has always been true to his word. Here you will always be welcome no matter what he is doing or who is here. But I cannot interrupt him here. Little one youre no interruption to me at all. If the Emperor was here your welcome to come in and sit on my lap and listen. This is our world and we make the rules. They watched the work being done by the satellites for well over five hours. Finally the two girls went to the couch and curled up and went to sleep. Kelly was holding Riko and they looked so cute. John started typing in the major damage he had seen. Then sent and e-mail to the old man in Moscow with this attached. He would get out the places attacked and it would add credibility to the reports. This e-mail and list was printed for David and Carlton to read. The Emperor was watching and picked up on the first ring. What you have done John we could never have survived. China will be badly crippled for some time to come. Dont over estimate the damage it can almost all be repaired with money and some time. But Russia leaked the attack and now are claiming victories at many of the locations hit in the attacks. We know that the signals department from the Chinese Moscow embassy has been burning up with traffic since the announcement last night. So they will not be looking at you or us. What do you expect them to do? They will move their troops to the Russian and Chinese border. For the next year or so they will have many small battles with Russia. They will be trying to take the vast wealth the Russians have from them. It has been something they have wanted for a long time now. What wealth do they really have other than some oil and gas? Gold, gemstones, many type of ore deposits that are so large they would need no other suppliers. They have that kind of wealth and never developed it? Many companies in Japan did a lot of the ground work for finding exactly what they had. But to develop it that would have cost trillions of yen, euros, dollars or pounds they did not have. So they just did nothing and left it in the ground. They did not want to have an outside company making money from their resources. That was when they started taking over the gas and oil business. It would one day finance the other minerals extraction. But Putin was not interested in outsider having any control inside Russia. What do you see happening to that area of land? It well could become a waste land. Covered with nuclear residue and never be able to be used. Then where would the world find new minerals for our needs? In the oceans where there are more than man could use in thousands of years. We just must learn how to protect humans at the depths we would have to work. Learn to build new robotic tools and how to make them useful to us. Those are wise words John. I will start my technology people looking for ways to mine underwater. We need to know what type equipment is needed and what types of control areas. Remember there is also oil and gas deep underwater. So drilling and pumping it to areas where it can be recovered is something to consider. He knew here he had said enough. But that would cut you out of the profits you now make. I dont need those profits and am reinvesting them in other things. Understand your first priority is always food. People who are hungry cannot be government by any means. Then comes shelter and clothing. Once those are met it is easy to govern most people. You don't have the media the US did to stop your ability to direct your country I did. But the Internet is one more tool that can be badly used to cause political problems. You will find that education and jobs become the next priority for them. Money as long as basic needs are met is far down the list. Where do you get this information from? I minored in psychology and have followed much of it for many years. It always helps if you have an idea of what your opponent is thinking and how they might react? The man laughed and it must have been the first time in years, as it was very soft and almost forced. I see youre a worthy opponent when you do battle. That I dont know about as I do, what I do for my peoples safety. Placing them at risk is not an option I have. My job is to protect them and keep their families safe. But you took risks here when you came. I risked my wife and Hidekis safety for that. The military with them were volunteers and none were asked to go without knowing the risk they took. I was fair to them all and each had the chance to say no without it hurting their job security. This was not like in Japan and he needed to learn what could be applied. Here for anyone to say no to him would bring death. That had existed for thousands of years now. So he would listen to John and question him. Then consider if the idea could be used here and how to insert it? I know you dont think things like this will work there. But surprisingly they will with almost no difference. It all depends on honesty and honor. Honesty was not part of your culture, but honor was. You read my mind and cannot even see me? I did not read your mind. I do know your culture and the fact that people can change is not part of that. So just accept that is fact and go from there and things will work better for you. The connection was broken and John knew he had one confused man. This would not be a fast change, but it should slowly come into being. John spent time considering the many events of the past few hours. Kendra brought in breakfast and smiled at his two girls on the couch. I see your shadows are with you this morning? Yes the two have been up most of the night with me. They have only had about three hours sleep now. But some food and sending them to their beds seems like a good idea. I will get a nap later myself and that should help me. Kendra set up the table and brought in more food for the girls. John woke them and they slowly got to the table and ate looking starved. As they got food in them they did become more active. How much longer did the attack keep going after we fell asleep? Kelly wanted to know how much she missed? Just a couple of hours and it was mostly clean up actions. You saw all the major events and a lot of the secondary ones. You did miss my call to the Emperor and his shock at our abilities. Riko looked up and smiled. He will learn to trust your thinking some day. He is just like our old Emperors in that is does not see out in front of himself. John knew Riko had been reading a lot about the old Japanese history. She was seeing things like her mother did well out in front of her. So he just stored her observations for the future. Dana walked into his office and smiled. It looks like you had a party last night. John said I was always welcome in here. Riko quickly answered. Sugar he always means exactly what he says. You never have to guess is this time different from the last? It will always be the same and you can count on that. Riko beamed at Dana. Thank you for letting me enjoy him. It is so nice to have a man I trust and love. I would love to have had him for a daddy. But Kelly got there first. The child looked really sad now. Not to worry Riko I am sure he will take another daughter. You have to understand Leigh Anne is a daughter, but not by birth. She is a step daughter. Really? He treats her just as nice as he does Kelly. His girls are all treated that nice. Now I am sure your mother would have to approve of his becoming a father to you in law. But no matter what she says you will always be his girl. Dana hoped this helped Riko handle her need? She well knew how deeply Kelly ached for a father to love her. Riko after eating came around and sat on Johns lap. She looked up at him and just looked deeply into his eyes. It felt like she was walking around in his head. Thank you for saying that John. Kelly just had to ask? What did he say as I heard nothing. It was just in his thoughts and he said he loved me and meant it. Now Kelly smiled at John and knew this girl connected to him at a new level that she had just started to reach. Non-verbal communications worked for both of them. Kelly had only found that after they moved here. She would see if her new sister and she could also talk that way? John stepped in here and looked at his two weary looking children. Off to bed after a nice hot shower for both of you. When you wake you can come see if I am ready to get up. Dana had sat down and was drinking coffee from Johns pot. You know Riko has the same needs Kelly did. I am sure Kana does not see them or just ignores them as she had no father either. My dear you and Kana with Kelly and Riko are copies of each other. You both had the same bad times in different worlds and were both smart beyond others around you. Kanas and Rikos gifts are different from yours and Kellys. But between the two of you your very formidable ladies, with gifted children. Dana had not seen it this way, but it did make a lot of sense. The twos lives were very much alike and yet in different countries and cultures. Kelly and Riko were both very gifted girls. I see your point and will see how the two of us could combine to make life stronger for each. Here the culture is going to hurt how open Kana will be with me? Not really as I have asked you to sit with her and see how best to accommodate each other. It is for everyones good and not for any one person. Just be sure she knows what I am asking for and expecting from both of you. If she has questions she may come to me and discuss them. This is within the Emperors orders to her before she left. John always had the way to clear the path. As Dana left David and Carlton came in to the office. Well boss things went even better than we expected. We did take out every satellite the Chinese had in space and it will be two years at best before they can launch more into space. The troops heading to the border with Vietnam are now headed to the Russian border. The nuclear site is so contaminated they will take a couple hundred thousand years before going in there. It seems they had a few normal bombs stored there that went off. They do not now have a navy and Russia is sending ships down to keep them from building one. The Russian's are including an aircraft carrier with their fleet. So Russia is now at war with China? Not a declared one, but a war just the same. I have a couple of satellites over the border area and watching them. If Russia sets up a launch we will stop it from their spaceport. ICBM and intermediate missiles will be shot down on both sides. There is little we can do with short range or cruise missiles. But both sides have nuclear field gun shells and small bombs for use with aircraft. We both expect those could be used. If this get into a nuclear war it must be stopped at once by any means required. I am not talking about one or two bombs I am saying a complete destruction syndrome on both sides. If they start targeting civilians we must end this. If it means destroying their seat of government so be it. As long as politicians and military types want to fight let them wear each other down. If they start to hurt the civilians then take them out. John was willing to make the call required here. We hear you and will act in the civilians best interest. It will means some close calls where we may error on the side of safety. It is better to act that way than allow hundreds to die that were never involved. The discussion got into the how and where the lines were drawn. They also covered Johns guild lines for each type engagement. This was all formally documented and given to each man signed by John. As long as they stayed within the guild lines there was no problem at all. If things changed they needed to get with John fast. The system worked and well for the most part. John stayed out of their hair and just got involved when things changed. Those times required that new decisions be made. Once this all was final they left and John considered what he had opened up. Was it a sore or a bleeding ulcer? He knew the feelings ran deep between Russia and China, but just how deep? The losses between military groups did not worry him right now. But losses to civilian populations did. This was not the easy solution it had appeared to be. If things got out of hand it could contaminate a lot of the world with fall out. They had the two most aggressive countries now fighting each other. Would they show any common sense or not? Time would answer that, but there was the worry they simply did not care? The old man from the KBG called finally. Did you really do that much damage to the Chinese? Now if you mean was their military hurt badly, it was to some degree. They no longer have a navy or most of their nuclear weapons. If you get too active and start to use nuclear weapons I will also take out your side. So here balance is critical for both you and China. It is only if either side tries to go nuclear I will really hurt them badly. If you or China don't go nuclear then I will do nothing to help either side. How could you possible hurt us? The food youre eating now comes from the oil and gas your able to trade for it. So if you had no oil or gas production then you would get no food in trade. Some few minerals are still needed and the mines producing them bring in food as well. So damage to the equipment where it could not be fixed would stop production for months. Stopping your gas would also cut your electric production. I could take out your nuclear power plants and make them so no one could enter them, for hundreds of thousands of years. I see you have considered what steps you might have to take. Oh yes and I also have control of all your satellites that were loaded with nuclear bombs. Your military no longer has the ability to communicate with them. We have completely reprogrammed them and encrypted that. The man laughed and knew his country was held captive by John. Youre a much smarter man that I gave you credit for. But you have given me what I bargained for with you. You do know they have more to launch if needed? They will never leave the pad and that will be the last missile that ever tries to take off from there. I really hope they are stupid enough to try that. That could irradiate the entire launch site. The man could hear the coldness in Johns voice. Why are you so mad at my people? I am not mad at the people at all, just the leaders who never lead. Men who want power and never do one good thing for the people. It is them I detest and will see them fall from power. If you do get power once more and misuse it you will go the same way. Your job is to work for the people and make their lives better. Not to enrich yourself and make yours and your friends lives better. I hear what youre telling me and would agree. Also I agree that we need other countries industries to develop our wealth of minerals. But you need to be the court for deciding if governments have been unfair. No earth power will ever be back in space again. I am removing many satellites that are no longer working. We will control that one area and stop the arms race out there. Understand at your May Day parade I could easily fry you, standing on the balcony looking over it. Not one other person would be hurt. I will not cross you John. I will not trust you to live up to that Ivan. So every time you make a bad step be looking over your shoulder. If you prove you can be trusted then I will start to have some for you. John ended the call at this point. It was now after eleven and he was really tired. He headed off to his bathroom for a hot shower and then to bed for a nice nap. If he got three to four hours he would be in good shape for tonight. By 10 or 11 he would be sleepy once more. His body functioned on six to seven hours sleep and did well. Dana saw him heading to the bedroom and followed him. She waited for him to shower and come to bed. Then she started massaging him on the neck, shoulders and back. She knew this would drop him off to a deep solid sleep. It really took no time to get him fully asleep and resting nicely. Kana and Dana were off now to see another shrine Kelly had already photographed for the book. Kana had been very quiet today not agreeing or disagreeing with Johns request. But not talking with Dana as they needed to for them to be successful. Kana was sure she had some power here and did not have to follow Johns request. She was angry he had given her old home back to her. He had no right to interfere in her life. Dana did not change her personality at all. She showed Kana many things she knew she had never seen before. But nothing seemed to register with her. It was almost a sure bet Kana and John would clash tonight. Here she knew Kana would lose big and at a very bad cost to her. John would not accept her if she was going to fight his requests. The afternoon passed and she was glad to be heading back to their home. Kana was still not taking and you could see a slow boil happening. This was not good especially today with John being up last night. He was not going to be in a mood for being reasonable with someone completely unreasonable. Once home Kana left her and headed for Johns office. He had gotten up and showed and was feeling much better now. Kelly and Riko were sitting at his conference table drawing. Just who do you think you are ordering me to do anything? John looked at the woman and saw her anger and the decision to fight. First of all I asked and did not order. Second I am in no mood for a bunch of crap from you. So sit your ass down and listen well. You will be out of here in less than one hours time. Unless Riko wishes to go with you she will stay here. You can go back to your old home and will get a small allowance for food and small needs. I have set that home up so it cannot be sold without Rikos signature. You can shack up with any man or woman you would like to. Youre not going to live here in my home and treat me with no respect. Get packed and there will be a driver to take you to the ship in the harbor. Kana was shocked and knew she had screwed up. I am sorry for blowing up. Fine think about that while your at home and trying to survive. Here your time is over, as I had big plans for you with Dana to accomplish much for humans. Your desire is just like most of your peoples and that is small and narrow. You don't know how to give and not expect a return. You and your self pity just sicken me. Kana left the room with tears running down her face. He had been right she was small and did not care about others. She just had never known anyone as strong as he was. No one could run over him and survive that. That for sure was not true of her uncle the Emperor. A knock came at her door and she saw Riko looking angry. I knew you were going to screw this up and saw today coming. As much as you hate me and resent my birth, I am not going with you to be abused like in my past. So this is good bye mother. Riko left without another word. Jackson showed up and started having the bags carried to the car. We need to move quickly as the ship sails in just over one hour. You will not be allowed out of your cabin, so dont plan on jumping into the sea. John has said we will deliver you to your uncles guards at the dock in Tokyo. At that point his commitment has been met to your uncle. To John his word is as good as gold, he would never break his word to anyone. I am sure you were not raised that way as most were not. She finished her packing and was shocked at how much John had bought her. This was no small amount of clothing and other things a woman liked. But much of this could not be worn during fall, winter and early spring in Tokyo. Here it was always warm and nice. Home would not be that way at all. Then it hit home, just what she was leaving here. They walked down the hall to the elevator and she hoped John might stop them from going. That she knew was wishful thinking. Once at the dock she was escorted to a cabin and her bags placed inside. Then the door was locked and only the captain had the key. The ship was an oil tanker and it was filled riding low in the water. She heard the calls out on the deck and machinery being operated. It seemed like just minutes and she could feel movement and the engines sounds. Looking out the porthole she could see the city lights of the town moving by her. Finally she went to the bed and just curled up and fell asleep. The days exhaustion just finally knocked her out. She woke with her door being opened and a cart pushed in by a crewmember. The captain stood at the door and just watched her. The man left and the captain locked the door once more. Kana ate and saw a book placed on her table. It was a copy of a very old religious writing she had never seen before. She assumed John had sent it for her to read and understand. But once she started reading it she knew it was not John who sent it and wondered who did? Now her shame was increased even more. For it told of a woman just like she was and what it took to save that woman. That was giving her entire being to others to help them and anyway she could. Her reading of the book twice that day did not solve her problem. She knew what she had to do, but did not know what she had to do it with? That would have to wait until she got home. Everything cost money in Tokyo and she knew there would be a very small food allowance, as John had said. But she would need some electric power and charcoal for warming the bath and cooking. She would have to start a garden once more for food to make the money last. She hoped her tools were still there for her garden? Replacing things would be hard. Her hope that greenhouse still stood now was a prayer. Food production in winter was impossible without one. The next day she was woken by the man rolling another cart into her room and the captain once more at the door. She got up and washed and sat to eat another meal. They always brought enough food for the entire day each time. This time the book was on mans spirit and its abilities. Never before had she seen anything like this or read something close to it. It explained in detail how mans spirit was to be used for the good of all. She still did not know who had provided this wealth of information to her? But she made her mind up to use this knowledge for all who wished help. She now read both books each day so she would start to memorize them. The last day at sea she was given one more book with the cart. It was called the book of life. It spelled out what life would return for those who gave freely. There were no big promises or riches to be gained here. But peace and harmony were within reach if you followed the path to light. She sat and thought about this. To her view John walked that path in everything he did and for him it was natural. It would become natural for her as well. That last morning she was up before the cart was rolled into her room. This time there was a letter on her table. She opened it with great trepidation. It as expected was from John. You can thank or hate Hidehi for the books and learning you either got or dismissed. If you got it and the lesson stuck, then what happened was worth pain? Remember the only thing you own of value is your word. So that must be treated like the gold it really is. If people can count on your word you will be respected and loved by many. Money has little worth unless used for others good. Then it must be used sparingly. Enclosed inside was a large stack of yen. And the note went on. You will need warm clothing and to set things up at your home. Your greenhouse is working and the tools for the garden are there. There is seed and charcoal for your bath and cooking. Good luck on your trip into the service of man and learn well. May the Gods be with you in all you do. For some reason this note just thrilled her. He had taken her to task like he would a spoiled child. Then shown her love by giving her a way to atone. Her spirit grew and she became stronger as a human. As she left the ship the Emperors guards picked her up. She knew not to expect him to come so she handed the guard a note addressed to him. She was tired of the lie he had invented and she had lived. So it addressed him as father and spelled out her new life and the direction she was taking. It asked for nothing but to be left alone to follow her path to the light of peace and harmony. This she was sure would turn his world upside down. He had felt the facts covered so well it would never be found out. Now she offered him proof of the fact she had stated in her note. It was her DNA and his DNA comparison. In a country where science was the king of proof he just could not argue that. That morning John came in to eat breakfast with the family. Riko your mother is safely home and finally has told her father she knows. Riko looked blank and she just did not understand. Knows what John? Her father was the Emperor and not his brother who died years ago. She had DNA tests run here for hers and his. They proved without any doubt he was her father. At least I know why she was so explosive now. Man she was angry and I was so happy I was here and you were protecting me. I have been the one who took all her anger before. She hated how I was force on her and made me pay a price for that sin. Im sure she does no hate you little one. She may hate what happened but not the result. I dont like to say this, but she has told me she hated me. Because of me her life was ruined. So understand John I never want to go back or be with her again. Youre my daddy and I belong here with you. This is the only place I have felt wanted and loved. Both Kelly and Dana smiled at this. Kelly knew her need and she was happy to share John with her. This seven year old would be lost without John's steady hand. Little one as long as your willing to share me with Kelly, the twins and Leigh Anne your always welcome here. I was going to wait for this, but now is as good a time as any. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and handed her and envelope. She opened it fast and was yelling and jumping up and down. The papers she gave to Kelly and that brought a smile to her face. We are both adopted daughters and it is legal for both of us. Dana was quick to step in here. Then I say we need a party tonight to celebrate that. But Riko if John is your legal daddy I am your legal mother. So now you have two people who love you and care about you. The child ran to Dana and hugged her also. I did not expect to get a new mommy too. This is such a beautiful day in my life. Dana winked at John who was smiling now with the girls. It might be nice John if we all went out to dinner tonight to celebrate our new daughter. The restaurant down on the bay might be a nice place to do that. That got both girls going as neither had been out to dinner here. Eating and watching the bay would be a nice way to do something different. Let Jackson know what our plans are for tonight. Ask if he, Pam and Rhonda would like to join us? After breakfast and the excitement he headed off to the science hanger. The meeting was to understand Johns vision of how he wanted to use space. He walked into the hanger and saw it was set up to address the people. It was not set up for discussion. He called Carlton over and told him this just would not work. Set up a meeting room or bring tables and chairs out here. Quickly a meeting room was found that could hold them all and the meeting was moved there. It was a little filled up right now. He had a couple hundred people here to talk with. Once everyone was settled John stood and looked over this group. First of all I am not here to tell you how to do your job. You left that with the politicians you left behind. Second I will not tell you how to reach your goals and will do my best to get you what you need. The applause was loud and long. Now what part do I play? I am the moneyman and the one who will find the things needed when they dont seem to be available. Also I will tell you what I want to do in space. Then you tell me how we can do that? But look for the best way and not just the cheapest one. John looked at these people and hoped he had the one bright star he needed? Now I want a shuttle that can take off here on our runways or on a magnetic rail and fly into space. It must be able to deliver a payload of a satellite and place it in orbit or pick one up for repairs here or refueling in space. Build me one small test unit and then we will go full size and test it. We all need to be on the same page. So the job will be broken down into segments. Each will have a team leader and offer your best concepts. Then you must prove that out and build the test unit. The team leader will work with the other teams to meet their needs. It does no good to have part of a shuttle that works and part that does not. The applause was loud and people were cheering. They finally calmed down. OK now I want you to understand a few things. One person will never get this job done in any way. It is a team project and will be won by many groups working closely together. So there are no stars here, there are teams of smart people. If you think youre a star then just quit now and we will replace you fast. You say he cant do that. I have six thousand resumes from scientist in Japan asking to come here and work for me. If you had not shown up guess who would be working here now? There was dead silence now. I expect each group to spend money like it was their own money. If you waste it I will know and you will be brought before a panel to hear why you did that. You are accountable for the money you spend to every citizen here. This government is a corporation and the services here are paid for by profits. If you have noticed your pay, no taxes on income is made here. That is because the corporation pays for all services and invests in things like this project. Your money will never be worth less than its value in gold. So no inflation or deflation will happens here. Now just spend the money wisely and make good decisions. That is how a business grows and prospers. He talked with several different people and learned there was a pecking order already in place. Carlton break up this structure as it failed in the US. Give the team leader positions to the best qualified person. I could care about age, education or experience, here they must think well outside any box. If anyone fights you, move them to some boring engineering job out on a ship or someplace remote. Now Carlton was laughing. OK boss I get the idea. But the real idea will hit them when a team gets sacked and are replaced quickly. I have six teams working in Japan now. One working on each critical area of the shuttle project. Each team has contracts for long term employment. I purchased three small engineering firms in Tokyo and two other cities, each with a good metal working shop. Each team has been given two projects that are not related. So this is being keep under a lid and not able to be seen what we are doing. One is working on a hydrogen extraction technology and building a VASIMR engine to test the ability to use hydrogen as a jet fuel. That is a phase one project and has a completion date of two years. They will build prototypes to prove out their research? Yes and deliver them to us here. I talk with each group once a week and listen to their ideas. So finding answers will not be hard from the type people I am hearing from. They all think I am a wealthy industrialist in Japan. An old friend went to see each manager dressed as staff to the Emperor. He directed them to keep everything confidential on pain of death. So they all feel the Emperor has something to do with their work. Of course in his office are many pictures of him and the Emperor on the walls. So anyone coming to check him out would never challenge him. He is seen at the palace often and carries messages from me often. Sounds like we are pretty well insulated there. But what if we need them here? I have signed authorization for any citizen to leave Japan and come here without needing any forms signed or passport. My representative will take them and their families to the boat and see them off. Captains know to follow his instructions to the letter. I have been using Kelly sometimes to pass on my orders. They follow her directions now as well as mine. Her Japanese is almost as good as mine and there is no way to tell she is not a citizen now. They know she is your daughter? Yep, it took just one ass chewing to assure she was never given any problem handling my orders. That lesson was quickly passed to each of my people. I assure you Kelly will take over here and see us far into the future with her new sister Riko. If she warns you of a problem just know it will happen unless you act. She has a gift we must listen to Carlton. Especially without the communications that once existed. Always feel free to ask questions so you understand. Is she really that good? Yes and what she sees is often way before the event. She knows if we should trust someone or not. I do know where her gift comes from as her mother has it, but it is there and real. Her mother predicted the economic fall of Japan eight years before it happened. Now Carlton was impressed. Eight years before the event? She even predicted that it would start in the US and in the housing and mortgage markets. But it dealt mostly with Japan and its actions and reactions that cost it, its economy. Kana named names and predicted each action they took. It was frightening how she knew who would be involved and what they would do so far before it happened? So expect sometimes to feel fear when listening to Rikos predictions. But if she says it will happen unless something major changes it will. We have the ability to impact those events by making the changes needed. That was why you acted as soon as you did with China. Riko gave me their plan and I changed it for them. Many countries will have their people living safely for some time to come. Carlton looked at John and knew he was missing something right now. I dont see where much bad would have happened in that area. Who is the other power in that direction? China would have been into a war with India within a year. One that would have been a nuclear war as India has no lack of weapons. They dont have a great military or Navy and would use what they had to, to win. You have two countries where life does not mean a lot to either government. This Carlton now could see and agreed with that outlook. God that would be like two big babies fighting over nothing of value. How do we keep India busy? They are busy for now building a way to stop Islam from moving south into their land. They have troops at borders and are fighting any who come into those areas. But can they afford it? Oh yes, as they are still a third world country and did not depend on massive export or imports. The country still has a large economy just within it. That way they are much like China. The technology jobs were lost and a couple of large cities got hit hard. A lot of the US citizens of Indian background moved back there. It is now much like the old US one hundred years ago. Slow growing but very steady in that growth. Japan is selling them oil for food items they need. No money involved just a direct swap of goods. I have Japan now asking to trade some of the oil for gold as they are a producer of that metal from mines they operate. Why buy gold? Japan needs it to stabilize their currency. I need gold in Japan for the bank I purchased. Better it be gold purchased using oil or gas than out of my personal holdings. That costs the people money here for an investment there. As educational as this has been you had better get home. I will handle the head butting here. That will come after lunch and should be interesting as to who ends up counting pencils or watching pressure gages? Carlton now laughed at this. John headed home and to his office. He was sure that Dana, Kelly and Riko were out at one of the shrines. So it would at least be a time to relax some. That idea was blown away when he walked in and saw David with some man he did not know. OK David whats going on here? This gentleman was told to get his ship out of our waters and decided not to follow those instructions. We have almost fifty families under arrest on his boat. In checking them out they are all congressmen, senators or executive branch personnel. After tell him how you feel about liberals and their ilk he still wanted to come talk with you. Get him out of my office and home. If he refuses to leave, sink his boat and wish him luck. Dont ever bring anyone into my home I would not bring. Have I made myself clear now? David had known this was coming and smiled at the man. OK get out and Ill take you back to you ship. You have thirty minutes time to be moving out of our territorial waters. At that time you ship will be fired on and sunk. Are you clear about understanding this? But you cant do that. You just heard the only law here say do it. What you think means nothing here, so go back home and try to tell people there what to do. The man started to argue now and David just cold cocked him and knocked him out. Sorry boss, but I tried my best not to lose my temper and just could not hold back. I have no problem with that. Now take his propellers off that ship and tow him to some small island well away from here. Make sure they have seed and the island has fresh water. Once there make sure they have no engine to move that ship. Then they either work and produce or die and I really dont care which happens. The ship was checked and it is all adults on it. So we have no decisions that would need to be made for children. Good I think you can find islands open to be settled in Micronesia. They cant be where they could swim to another island and impose on the natives there. So make sure nothing is close with people on it. Done deal boss. I am sorry about bring him here, but it was either sink the ship or bring him. The words were for his benefit David, so dont take them personal. I was sure you had warned him about me. Now Ill get Jacksons people to help you get this pile of crap down to your means of transportation. Once his office was cleaned up and back to normal he called Kendra in. Lady you have been ignoring me. What is going on I should know about? The older woman smiled at him. She pushed her cart over and set up his lunch on the desk. Then she sat down. The people are worried about why no shift has happened since your take over. There just does not seem to be an answer for them on that question. Once I let them know that Kelly would one day take over here, the ladies are happy and men are not. These islands have always had male leaders and never a female. The men could all move someplace and live together and alone Kendra. Of course they would have no one to cook, clean, provide clothing, make sure they lived up to their word and guide them in the religion. Kendra was laughing hard now. That was well put. We have been running their lives from the start and they never knew that. But having to acknowledge a female as their leader is going to cause a problem for some. The young people all agree Kelly is a good choice. How do the young know about Kelly? She started a web site for the religion and has many of the pictures she took on it for them to see. It is causing many of our youth to go back to the religion today. Any who ask a valid question she will answer it for all to read. This has caused a big change in families and that relationship. It is a very good change from my point of view. John considered this input. I told Kelly to find places she could teach and lead, so I guess she has done that. Starting with the young was a good idea. Everyone reads her site now among our people. Most have never seen the inside of a shrine. Many did not know that shrines existed on any island. So her efforts have awoken a spirit not felt here for thousands of years. It has created pride people needed to feel. Riko has started to add a history of how Japan came from here and its people following much the same religion. She is still having some problems with our language, but getting much better at it. You do know her gift dont you? I had no idea she even has a gift. Riko sees things that are going to happen and impact wherever she is. She has helped me stop China from causing nuclear war. The gift is real and she can look at you and see if youre to be trusted? There is much yet for her to develop, but it will come in time. Now Kendra knew why she always felt love when around the two girls. Those two are truly diamonds in their early development. With some cutting and polishing they will shine. One day they will lead this nation to complete peace and tranquility. That was a complement far above any for Kendra to issue. One day it will be Kelly, Riko and the twins running things here. If I have done my job they will be ready to act as a group. Each will have an area of responsibility to handle. But Kelly will over see the whole of the government. There is just no reason not to use the best brain for that and hers is the best by far. That is really true John? Yes she cannot be measured for just how smart she is, because they have no test able to do that. She is smart beyond her age or any adult out there today. Kendra just shook her head and smiled. Now I know why the two of you are so close. You really are her daddy and in more than just that piece of paper she is so proud of. I am sure Riko will also become that close to you. She told me what you did for her and she was so pleased. I did it as much for tomorrow as my pleasure. The child needed love and that I can give her. But for her to become what she is capable of, she needs most of all a reason for pushing that hard. I am now her reason and she will move mountains for me. Kendra got his meaning and understood it. The girl would forever do what John would have asked of her. He was the love her life needed badly to be able to continue and grow. No man would ever take his place or be seen as his equal by either girl. It was going to be a problem for these two later in life, unless John had a plan? I need to get back to work. We are all off early today because of your going out tonight. So I am having dinner with friends. Enjoy your time with them. You deserve to have some time away from here and this mad house! He laughed at his comment. You think this is a mad house you dont know my friends. No, but I will and some of them next month. We are going to start native peoples meetings next month. Dana, Kelly, Riko and I will host them and you will make the choices of who gets invited. But over each two year period I want everyone to have been here at least once. I read that this used to be done many years ago and for some reason it stopped? That did sit Kendra back a ways. It has not been done since my grandfather stopped them. He was a non-believer. But for thousands of years it was done and I think it will be good to go back there. Well there is a good topic to discuss tonight. Let me know how your friends feel about turning the clock back? How do you know about turning the clock back? This was something just passed from one woman to another and never written down. Lets just say I know a lot more than you think Kendra. I told you I was going to revive the old religion. It is happening and people are coming forward faster than ever before. Belief travels on the winds and it travels fast here. Ill make you a bet, that the first friend you see asks you about turning the clock back. Kendra was now shaken and she did not know where John gained the knowledge he now had? She had been feeding him very small bits of information and never enough to jump to any conclusion. Now he was way out in front of her. May I ask how you came by all this knowledge? Yes you can ask, but I am not ready to tell you. Had you trusted me then you would not have to ask, as you would have given me the information yourself. But you did not trust me and held back way more than you should have. Now the key question is was that to hold the power to yourself? Or was it to safe guard the people? Once I am sure of my answer I will take the proper action with you. You do need to understand I am deeply hurt by your action. Kendra walked out of the office and she had tears in her eyes for the first time in years. She saw she had been wrong with John and he should have been fully briefed when he came here. At least as far as she could do that. Not doing that was an error on her part. But she had watched her father and brother who would have destroyed these islands. Neither man knew how to exercise power and handle the responsibility that came with it. Her oldest friend stopped her and looked in her eyes and asked. When do we turn the clock back? Now Kendra knew the size of her error. It may not be soon enough for me friend. I have errored badly and it may be too late. She headed down the hall and was finally alone in her rooms. She picked up the old book she had been given years ago from her mother and started to read. She just went to the last chapter and there she saw John. He was the one the book said to watch for. She just never stared to read the book until he moved in here. It was known her father and her brother were no good. But someday the right leader would come. Her lack of reading the book and her lack of understanding how soon it would happen caused her current problem. It was lazy and stupid not to know what was to come and be ready. Tonight she would offer her resignation to the other religious leaders. She had failed her task.

Chapter 18 That next day the teacher came into his office smiling. You have those girls so charged up they sucked every drop of knowledge out of me today. I will have to prepare much more work for them in the future. You do know everyone of those girls are dying to get into your bed dont you? That caused a red face to show on Hideki. I was told as much yesterday. But I must have failed to get the message across they are not slaves here and have free will. Oh you got that across well. Now they feel they need to earn the right to bed you. I was asked if I wanted you and then what they had to do to be allowed in your bed? He shook his head. What has these girls so wired on having sex with me? There are seven year olds I would rip open if I did something like that. I said that as well and was shown different. Unless your built like King Kong every girl in that room could handle you. It would be a pretty snug fit in a few, but not painful. They wish to be your harem and are willing to share you between each other. Now if they are rejected they will have no choice but to commit suicide. That is deeply programmed into them. I will repeat what you told all of us. We are in a different world and we must also change to fit it. Now he was bitten by his own words. OK I will see how I must handle this? No you still dont get the picture. Each girl was given to you by some well off family. They were all virgins, pretty as seen by their people and smart. The entire honor of that family is riding on their daughter bedding you and becoming allied with you. They do not wish to fight you and would become part of your people by their daughter becoming part of your family. It fits the old history of most of our world. You could before this is over have a few hundred girls as your household. Now his was scared and had no idea how to stop this. I am not sure I could handle having more women than I could remember their names. You accepted the job as Emperor here. As in China the Great Khans had hundreds of wives. Here you dont need eunuchs to over see your harem. When birth is given a simple DNA test will show it is or is not yours. If it is not yours the woman is cast out and publicly acknowledged as a whore. You will have many sons to fight for you and many daughters to give as brides to strengthen relationships. OK it is my problem and Ill deal with it. I wonder if my brother knew it was going to be like this? Of course he did and he did warn me. In the book he gave me he wrote, be warned that you are moving back several centuries in time. He had just never looked at it this way. Well boss it is your problem, I just wanted you to know what I learned. It was also important you know what a rejection would cause. That would have been unfair to you. The teacher left his office. He sat and sent Joji another e-mail and asked him for advice for the first time in their lives. Then he headed to lunch. The conversation was loud and the girls energized. It seems they liked the teacher in the mornings. He got a lot of good comments on what she started teaching them. He finished and went to check his computer before class. Joji had replied to both his e-mails. The first thanked him for finding the man. It asked what he felt the man might need that would not be there? Then he started on the difference in the culture. Much of what the teacher had said he did as well. But he added one more issue. Brother life is full of both good and bad things. Youre where what was given to you was a good thing and not a bad one. So embrace it and dont look back. What this world thinks means nothing in your world. This will start to build your country and it will be much stronger because of the girls. That is the old way of life that existed here at one time. Many a King had very young wives, which could not have children for many years after they married. It was only in the period of the Roman Catholic Church that this changed in countries where the church existed. In your world our belief of Shintoism lives and there are no prohibitions for young girls marrying or becoming concubines. I would suggest you marry each one and expect to have many girls given to you over the years. Keep your favorites close and enjoy the new young wives. Once they are pregnant you have done your part. But keep those that are good advisors close by. It was suggested that it might be wise to consider a moving troop on horseback to go get the man. It would allow him to show the girls to every tribal group. That would mean a closer tie to many mountain tribes. Recovery would be slower, but if he wore his old armor from Tokyo it would also be to his advantage. John had said it was nearly 1,000 years old and had belonged to an Emperor. Of course it had many things replaced to keep it up to date and in good shape to be used. Joji had been concise and to the point on how to handle this. Of all the people he listened to, it was his brother he trusted most. He had nothing to gain here from any advice given. So he looked at what was best to keep the peace and allow Hidekis world to grow. That also suited his world and John had instructed him to trust his brother in all things from that world. He sent off a note thanking him and making several suggestions of things they did not have here. It was now time to plan this grand parade into the mountains and see what came of it? He spent the first part of the afternoon explaining the computer. All functions were demonstrated and many questions answered. Now class I have been studying this problem of your being given to me. This was not something that was done during my life in my world. So it was very new to me and I was not sure how to handle it? But I have discussed it with my brother. His advice was here this is common so I must accept it. I will accept each of you into my household. But I need for your parents to see I have done this. So when we go after Snows brother we will do so by horse and with a troop of my men. There will be carts for many of you to ride in and several horses, so you can take turns riding. Snow looked worried. My brother cannot ride yet and I know he could never walk back here. I will have one medical cart to carry him. We will have medical people with us to treat sickness along the way. They will check out your brother and assure his comfort during travel. If you wish to you can ride with him and see he is well taken care of. So we need roads or at least nice grassy areas to pull the carts over. That will be no problem, as with us riding where people can see us the roads will be open to you. We can assure your not bothered or attacked by our people. But there are bandits out there and we dont control them. They attack our villages when the men are away often. Often they are hunted down, but some are so good they just cant be caught. They are the assassins and are hired by many different groups. I will understand if some attack comes. As for the assassins I am not worried as we are far better that they are due to technology. This trip will give you each a chance to see just how good my people are. We will leave in the morning and each of you have warm winter suits to wear. You will be six to a wagon and there will be five wagons. So six will also be riding at any time. You will be sleeping inside tents and in sleeping bags. So you will be warm with little or no clothing on while sleeping. If the area we are going through is your familys area then please make sure your riding a horse. That way youre easily seen, as you will be up front with me. Now go pack for this trip and we will have a celebration dinner tonight. He had a quick meeting in his office with the commander of his troops. They would have the ten wagons with horses and a troop of 250 men. A command post would be set up in one wagon for security for the group. One of the provision wagons at the rear would be electronically sending signals from the back while the command wagon saw in front. Tents would be provided for the girls and for Hideki. They would have two cooks and one servant from the castle traveling with them. It was decided to take crossbows for people sweeping their flanks. That way no noise would be picked up from shots. It was expected most kills would be at night. A lot of discussion went into the basic plan. A group of added troops would be moved by chopper into any point of severe attack. But Hideki did not expect it to be needed. Look this is a spur of the moment trip. Not one tribal group knows we are coming or passing through their land until it happens. The girls will show us the way and I want a wagon for gifts to be given to our new allies. We will use swords, bows and arrows, knifes and cooking pots for the women. I will need one gift master who speaks the old language to handle my orders on those items. If we were attacked by five thousand we would not lose that fight. We would get hurt I am sure, but they are way over matched to their current technology. Boss we cant afford to have you or our troops hurt in an early battle. We must build a feeling of invincibility. If we fail to do that then we will fight more battles than we need to. My main worry right now is our lack of fighting troops. I would prefer if you were taking more with you than just 250. I will take no more and if I get any more comment, I will find another job for you to handle. I am not your subject, but you are mine and will follow instructions. Is that understood? Yes sir, I am most sorry to have upset you. People this is not a democracy and I rule this land. So understand my word is law and it is back to the old ways. Now if you cant handle that then it is time to go back to Japan. Where the Emperors word is law once more. So you live that way here or live it there. The difference I am told is here youre a citizen and there youre a foreigner. The people my brother took into ITI are doing well and have a home one day in the Islands. You would never be hired by ITI as someone who quit here. Every person there saw the anger. They knew he meant exactly what he had said. So the opening was there for people to start bailing out. But they would be leaving for a very bad situation in Japan. You know none of us would leave here. I understand and accept that you have the final decision on anything we do. The mans eyes were looking down now. No I dont have the final decision on everything. I have been given thirty young girls I am expected to marry and to impregnate. In that I had no choice as it is custom here. We are going to have events we cant control because they are part of the history in this world. We are going to have to bend to some long held customs here. That fact hit the group and he saw they were now shocked he was going to allow this to happen. But some of those girls are not more than seven years old. A doctor spoke up. Yes and every girl is capable of the sexual act without damager to her body. I have checked them out and they were started on a training program to be sure they could complete their responsibility. Each is a virgin, smart as hell and beautiful in the ways this world judges beauty. We are here where this custom has existed for thousands of years. I have looked at our religion and at our laws. Our religion says nothing at all about this. Our laws say where any conflict exists the customs here should rule. Now they all were surprised. Are you saying all men should have multiple wives? Not at all as mine would cut my dick off some night while I was sleeping. But this is normal at the higher levels of government. Every girl Hideki was given was the daughter of a tribal chief and if she is accepted they bind their people and strength to Hideki. The girls he has gives him people and land over ten times our current size. They will pay him a tax of grains, vegetables and meat each year. His idea to provide nice gifts to those chiefs, will help us build that bond even closer. It recognizes them and as you know face is important. That shut them all up, as they had never considered much of what was said. This world would they were sure become more understandable to them. But stepping back in time was harder than moving forward they thought? Here Hideki had to give up his chance at a normal life to build a nation. He had to live in the pasts ways and never have what they felt was a normal life. When the people left his office he saw Snow coming with a piece of paper in her hands. She bowed to him and held out the paper. He looked at it and was pleased beyond belief. The child had done a beautiful job of making her first map. First Snow this is beautifully done. Please come here. She did and he kissed her and she was now beaming with a gorgeous smile. Thank you master I did so much enjoy that kiss. It is so much better coming from someone you love with all your heart. How good a rider are you? I have ridden since I was old enough to walk. My fathers horses are not nearly as large as yours. But they are sure footed animals and can go for days on little food and water. Many come to trade with him for horses. He will be your furthest outpost and will stop any who try to gain entry to the mountain passes to come this way. How many men does he have? This she had to think about for some time. Many more than we have here. My brother said for every one of you we needed twenty of us. That worried my father and he sent me to gain an ally. I am sure the force you take will be tested by bandits in the mountains. They must know how well you fight? If youre truly as good as my brother says the troops are you should not be hurt badly at all. But I have place three marks on my map and there is where I think they will try to attack you. Why those three places? It gives them high ground and is a place where many can hide. There are valleys for their horses to be grazing and not be heard. He walked over and looked at the overhead shots of these three places. She was right in her advice for each of these. She looked down and saw the trail she had drawn. How can you see from over the mountains? It is like a bird might see the land. We have metal birds that fly overhead and take pictures for us. Matter of fact wait and we will go look at these places. He got the commander of his chopper force and they took Snow and left to fly over all three places. It was easy to see how people could hide here and not be seen from the ground. I want a force of fifty men at each location well armed and with gunship support. We are going to hurt some mountain bandits badly. In looking around to see Snow he saw her with her face plastered to the plexiglas windows. Well dear what do you think of my metal bird? This is the most magical thing I have ever seen. I love looking down on the land like a bird would. When they got back to the castle she hugged him. Thank you so much for letting me come along. I will never forget that ride and no one would ever believe me if I told them. Here everyone would believe you as they have all ridden in one. Five of these will carry men to each of your three spots and put them on the ground. We will watch for the bandits to come and set up. When they think they are ready we will attack them from behind and kill as many as possible. Of course we will keep the bandits horses and give them to people who needs them. Do you know how much a horse is worth to a mountain tribesmen? I would say it is of high value? My father would give you much gold for them. I am taking him a stallion and five mares of our stock. So he will not come out poor on this. All the tribes need to be able to get to each other and to us when times are troubled. So all must have horses to have that ability. It was a wise decision and one where money was not what was driving Hidekis decisions. Money does not seem very important to you? Money dear is a tool. For it to have value it must be well used. Right now for me is a time to invest in my new people. Later it will come back to me often. She saw great wisdom in her masters comments. He was as young as her brother but as wise as her father. To be given to someone of such great knowledge and abilities was a dream come true. Master when are you going to allow me in your bed? I was considering tonight if that fits your feelings? There will never be a day that would not suit me. If it is my time of month I will still make sure your pleased. I belong to you completely and in every way. That was said with a completely honest face. He could tell she meant it in every possible way. They headed in to dinner and she sat with him at his table. It was the first time this had happened. So the rest of the children wondered what was going on? It was a mystery to most and to others a little older it said things were changing. After dinner she went to her room and brought her clothing for the next day and her bag. She was not leaving this man until she had to. It was her desire to have his first child. So she prayed to her Guardian Kami and lit incense to her. This followed what her mother had taught her. Hideki walked in the room and saw the incense being burned and knew she was praying. He guessed what it was for and was pleased it meant so much to her. He walked into the bathroom and turned the hot tub on. The sound brought Snow back to this world and she headed to the sounds. The large sunken tub was big and the water was moving around it. What is that? It is a hot tub and the water is very warm and it moves over your skin and relaxes you. Come we need to take a shower before we get into it. It is for relaxing and not for bathing. They showered off and Hideki enjoyed seeing her beautiful small body. Snow was just close to 4 feet tall and may be 70 pounds. She had very small perfectly shaped breasts. There could not be more than a mouth full at the most. There was no hair on her body except on her head and eyebrows. Her nipples were hard and her clit extended. So he knew she was having sexual feelings that said advanced female. There was no question in his mind she would rape him, if she did not get what she wanted so badly. There was a female tiger in her tank just screaming to get out. But he did not want to do anything that would hurt her. So he would talk things slow and easy to start with. She sat beside him in the tub and he placed his arm around her and played with her nipples. It was driving her nuts and he enjoyed seeing her like this. When are you going to just take me master? Never dear I dont just take a woman, I make love to her. For me to enjoy it the woman must enjoy it as well. I love seeing her explode with orgasms and feeling her body boiling with pleasure. He reached down and started stroking her clit until she just went off like he had never seen before. She shook and moaned and then just passed out. He ended up having to pick her limp body up and sit her in a chair to dry her. He carried her into the bedroom and laced her on the bed. Then started to eat her beautiful pussy. She woke with a start and then went off once more. He slid up and slowly inserted his cock into her. Every inch he got in just sent her off the deep end more. By the time he was buried in her she was bucking like a wild animal. Then she had a massive explosion and it brought him off as well. She milked him in ways he had never considered possible. He slowly withdrew from the girl, pulled her into his arms and covered them for a nights sleep. She had passed out three times that night from massive orgasms. Her pussy had grabbed his dick and held on for dear life. Yet he still had a hand on her breast and loved the feeling of it. The next morning he woke to a smiling face just staring at him. That was a night I will never forget. I never dreamed it would be so wonderful. Mother told me of the pain and the suffering I would just have to bear. But I felt none of what she told me? It is the difference between fucking and making love. You do know you passed out three times last night. Each happened at the end of a massive set of orgasms. I have never seen anyone cum so hard before. What does the word come mean? The word is cum and it is when your body reaches orgasm and you start pumping out fluids from your vaginal area or me from my cock. In my case it is what makes babies in a girl. She had this dreamy smile on her face. I sure hope you made one because I did feel loved. The way I feel I could do that forever and never be tired of it. They got up and showered together and then dress for breakfast. All the girls knew at once she had been fucked by the master. She just glowed now with a dreamy look on her face. There was jealousy with some and curiosity in others. But with the fears their mothers had created they had decided Snow had to be first. She had proven to be the bravest of them and the least afraid of sex. After breakfast they all went down and were placed in wagons. Their baggage was placed in the wagon with their tents. Snow and five other girls mounted a horse and held them until Hideki was mounted. They rode with him to the front of the column and started to lead it toward the mountains. It was a beautiful day and bright with sunshine. The cold air off the water would soon be behind them. It would still be cold, but without the biting of the wind. The travel that day was just through the lands held by Hidekis people. They camped at the base of the first mountain, they would start to cross the next day. It was not that high at just over 2,000 feet. But did cut off the vision of what was behind it to most of the land. The tents were placed in the center of the wagons pulled into a circle. They sat the camp up just as it would be in unknown territory. It was practice time doe the troops. The inside of the wagons had a light metal that used connectors inside to hold it in place. So no one could come under a wagon to get into the tent camp. It was electrically charged at night and would give a nasty shock if touched. The five tents for the girls and one large one for Hideki were the living quarters here. There was one large dinning tent and it had the needed kitchen for cooking large meals in short periods of time. The cooks and palace staff sleep in here at night. The girls tents and Hidekis had inside toilets and Hidekis had a hot tub for him to enjoy. He had stated all meetings would be held in the dinning tent. There was no reason to allow people to see how he lived personally. The idea of projecting a much harder personality was one he would embrace. That would start with the next morning. He had decided to take offense at any error made by these mountain people. It would cost some their lives, but created the respect for him he needed in the future. They had to fear him to build that respect. Hideki knew he would have to push himself in this, as it was just not his personality. He saw in Tokyo how well this persona worked and knew it would work here even better. Strength was the most valued item of anyone you bound your future to in this world. The next morning he got up and prepared for a hard day. After breakfast with the girls he retired to his tent and dressed in his armor. He had one of the troopers help him make the fastenings in the back. With his long and short sword he looked just like an 8th century CE war lord to anyone seeing him. You could see peoples spirits pick up when he walked out of the tent. His tent came down quickly and everything was stored. So they started to move out. Before midday they reached the first village and were greeted with kneeling people on both sides of the road heads touching the ground. When the chief saw Hideki he also dropped to his knees and bowed. Here he knew was a real man of power and one you must show great respect to. The girl whose father was kneeling rode up and nodded her head. Are you the chief who gave me this girl? Yes master she is my daughter. You have pleased me so rise and look at your new leader. The man rose and looked on the most terrifying facemask he had ever seen. Lord please do not be angry with my poor gift to you. But I did not know you were of such greatness. I, my lands and my people all belong to you. We will fight to the death at your command. That is well said and I hope you live up to it. For now I accept your word. Please present my gift to the chief. A trooper rode up and handed the man a fine sword and knife. He saw the mans wife then. Is that women your wife? Yes my lord she is the girls mother. Give her the gift I choose. The man rode to her and handed her a large pot made of a metal like she had never seen before. She fell to her knees once more and tears rolled down her old face. Give the chief the bow and arrows I chose as well. The presenter handed the man a bow with a pouch of arrows. Each tipped with a metal arrowhead and sharp as a razor. Lets see if you can shot an arrow as well as I have been told? The man stood and looked at the bow and then the arrows. They were perfect and had a metal tip with small knife edges on them. He pointed at a target a good one hundred yards away and took and arrow and pulled back the bow. When he let go the arrow flew like it had wings. He had never shot any arrow so far and hit a target, but today he had to attempt it. It landed dead center in the target and people sucked in their breath. Give him another 100 arrows and 1,000 replacement heads. That was beautiful shooting and I am pleased to have such a man fight for me. Now to show you some of my power. Watch your target and see it just fall apart. He aimed the rifle at the target and saw a knot in it and knew it would be a weak spot. He pulled the trigger three times quickly and the target was shredded into many pieces. People had never seen anything like this before. That if it hits a man will kill him instantly. There is no armor to protect you from this except ours. See the man standing out in front of you? Shoot him with your new arrows. The man instantly did as he was told. The arrow stuck in the mans chest and was pulled out by him. He was not hurt at all. People saw much magic in their minds here. Here was real power and a strong protector for them. I have many stops to make and must move forward. If you need help send a rider to me with this symbol and I will respond. A gold coin with script was handed to him. He knew it was solid gold and had great value. Everyone fell to the ground once more and stayed bowed until all is troops had passed. This played out at ten different villages that day. OK troops I expect an attack here tonight. So be ready and if it moves kill it before they can get close. We would like to have one prisoner if possible. Dont take risks getting one. I want to return with every man unhurt and none lost. Now get started getting this camp ready for a night fight. The camp was chosen well and it was below where he had fifty men planted. Whoever attacked would be between two of his forces. They of course did not know that. Each of the girls whose fathers and mothers had been rewarded came to Hideki and kissed him. They thanked him for his kindness to their families and pledged their lives as bond for the tribe. Snow knew he did not understand what the girls had done. If their tribe ever lets you down those girls will pay for it with their lives. You showed their familys great honor and they are now tightly bound to you. Any failure of their clan, family or themselves would demand they end their lives. Just too much face would have been lost. I was surprised at the greetings in each village. It was almost the same in each of them. They were watched by spies from the next village and reports sent back. You looked very much like one Emperor that ruled most of this world many years ago. The attack came after the moon came up. It did not take long before the attacking force of just over two hundred men were killed. Three had been taken prisoner by the force behind them. The ponies were assembled and tied together to be moved at the back of the procession. Hideki added the fifty men to his group. A group of ten troopers took 55 ponies and headed back to each village. They would drop off five at each stop. The three men were questioned and refused to answer any. Hideki stood and walked out and started to cut clothing off the men. He then started to make small cuts allowing blood to run. Finally one man told all he knew pleading for death. The rest also talked once they knew he would kill them in an honorable way. Well we now have had our first encounter with the assassins. They are not nearly as good as we are. But dont under estimate them ever. Without our technology we might well have lost this fight. They mounted and started to head for the next villages. The third day on the move was like the second. They were hit that night by an even larger force and lost no troops. The horse heard was now very large. So he sent fifteen men back to add to the horses given to the chiefs. Now each village would have ten animals and at least one stallion. They finally got to Snows village and had around fifty horses of the native type left. They set up their camp in a field and Then Hideki, Snow and his troops went into the village. All people were on their knees and heads on the ground before him. He pulled up to the man he knew was Snows father. Rise father in law and meet your ruler and son in law. Snows face beamed at this coming from Hideki. Please father and mother stand and meet my master. They stood and saw their daughter and she showed so much love for her master they were just shocked. With heads bowed they both stood. Please tell me where is Snows brother? Hideki asked the couple. He is at our home as he was unfit to meet such a great man. Snow take four troops and bring your brother to me. Yes master as you wish. She pointed to four men and they followed her to her old home. When she walked in she saw he was not doing well. Get the doctor and move fast. That came out as a command and it brought a smile to her brothers face. Little one you learn very quickly. But you must not make your master unhappy. My master brother is the brother of the man who beat you. He has come to take you back and assure you heal properly. That was requested by my masters brother and he loves his brother as I love mine. The doctor came rushing in with his bag and started checking him out at once. He asked a few questions and looked at the wounds. Who has been treating these wounds? We have an old man who treats any wounds here. He gave the man two shots and looked worried. The man has almost killed him Snow. Your brother has a very bad infection from whatever he is putting on the wound. I am sending him to the castle hospital and will go with him and treat him. She walked over and held up the bottle and her brother nodded his head. Here is what he has being put on the wound. You could clearly see mercury in the mixture. See that silver looking metal in here? It is killing your brother. It is very bad for any human and often causes death. This so called healer has been killing people here for years now. The chopper could be heard coming in to the clearing. Her brother was carried to it and he and the doctor loaded in. It lifted off and was gone while people just stared. No one had ever seen a bird like that and one that would carry people. This an was very powerful and one you had best never cross. Snow rode back and was really angry. She explained what the doctor said and iit made Hideki angry. He got down off his horse. Who has been treating him? The old man walked out and the look of hate was on his face. Hideki had his sword out and the mans head off before he could open his mouth. Why did you have a member of the assassins treating your son? He has been here for ten years now. I was told he had been badly injured in a battle. But he had good medical skills. Who told you that? The man was backing up fast. Hideki was there and had the mans head as well. I assume this piece of crap was the dog who suggested that? The skill he saw said this man was the very best with a sword he had ever seen. Yes he is the one. You do know you had two assassins living in your village? Snow cut the cloth on each and show their tattoo of rank. The breath being taken by the crowd it could be heard when each mans rank was shown. The troops surround the people and each man was required to prove he had no makings on his body. They found three more men and each lost his head. Now where did these men come from? Because we trade with many clans we pick up men from all over. All of these came from one group that is may be six days ride to our south. They are know as fierce fighters and there for taken in by many tribes. That is the band of the assassins then or they finished their work and moved on here to kill your son. I am sure some stupid leader offered gold for his death. When a fool makes a mistake he sacrifices someone else to absorb the blame. Your son was that sacrifice. Come with me to my dinning tent and lets talk. Snow spent time with her mother and the two were enjoying it so much. It was a very different girl that had came home to visit. She was no child and she was a complete woman. But Snows master had her being educated and that she would have loved to do. Her daughter took out a piece of paper and handed it to her mother. It was her daughters face and she smiled at this. Keep it mother and that way you will never forget what I looked like. Tears came to her mothers eyes. My daughter youre a good woman. Being able to see your smiling face each day will make me very happy. Knowing your being educated will also be a blessing from my Kami. Your new master is truly a great man, who understands that a woman can help a man in this world. I was lucky as your father does talk with me about business matters. Not many husbands would do that. We discuss each trip to be taken and what happened when he returns. My master discussed this trip with me and accepted the points where I told him we might be attacked. He never laughed at me and took it very serious. Our troops were ready and they did not lose one man. They killed over three hundred of the enemy, captured their horses and he has given horses to each ally to assure they can send us information. That might hurt your fathers business. Mother dont lie to me. We both know father never trades with the people we gave the horses to. They are not wealthy enough to afford his stock. All the mother could do was grin. He may want to now that he knows about the assassins. That had to be very bitter for him. My master has killed all who were in any village we came through since he found their mark. His men are handling the ones going towards the castle. He has decreed that no assassin is allowed in his territory. Any clan chief who fails to keep that will be executed, if one is found in his village. That is very harsh. The mother wanted to see how this was handled. I was told that if a man is given room to wiggle he would try to do that. If he knows wiggling will kill him he will not try it at all. Now I know he is truly smart. He said that no man was smart and if he considered himself smart he would soon see how dumb he was. Real intelligence questions everything all the time. Never assume anything or it would cause you much grief. The woman saw this world had never seen anyone like Snows master. He was going to rule much of this land and people would wonder how he did it? But she knew where he came from. She also knew it was not the Islands or Japan. He did not have the ego of men from either place and was much smarter. She had been to the Islands and to Japan as a child. It was part of her education and she absorbed it like a sponge. But she was not allowed to talk about that period of time. She still had a sister on the Islands or at least she thought she did?

Chapter 8 Police and company officials once docked at the old Yokosuka naval base met David. The rapes had played out on the news and people were up in arms at actions by a few sailors. The company was in deep trouble with the Emperor and the people. No new ships had been allowed into the Islands waters since the port had been closed and two men arrested there. The total count of seventeen rapes had been committed and DNA samples were taken for each case. So the key to the ID of the man was in police hands. All the men bowed deeply to David. He returned it, but not as deep. Yes may I be of help? Admiral we have found six of the men so far responsible for the rapes on your island. The testing is going on to find the rest. I understand your problem, but I am not here due to that and have my own mission to handle. So there is little I can do for you except act as a prison if needed. But youre over the entire Navy yes? That is true, but I dont run the ports and the harbor areas. That is handled completely by General Carlton Rider. Security and Island protection is by General Zane. Once your outside of our ports on the sea your under my people. We do not step into each others business, as we each have our own problems. You could see the disappointment on the faces. They had been sure they could cut some deal with David and be done with this. So sorry to have bothered you Admiral. The men left the bridge and now the captain was laughing. Boss you sure made that group unhappy. But I did notice you never used Johns name. Why not as he made the decision? They never used the Emperor and this visit never happened as far as they are concerned. It was an expected back room deal, like they used to get by with when business was running the country. You seem to know about these people? I was never here because my area was the Atlantic. I spent five years here on and off and know them well. Not nearly as well as John does. But they are an interesting people with a lot of side issues. Here is very much like the US 100 years ago in how people have status. That would help him once they had people on board from Japan. I will add that to my knowledge base for later. But I really need more data to run this ship with a mixed crew. Sit and talk with Dink, Ralph. She is a real expert and will be over all security on your ship. Dink is a Lt. JG so be sure others treat her with respect. The girl will also be serving me as aide, we go back a long way. The message was loud and clear Dink was someone not to piss off. Will do boss and she will be treated right by our people. Where did she get the name Dink? As small as she is her dad called her dinky duck for years and it was shortened to Dink. She has no problem with it so using that is fine for friends. The last guy that decided to have sex with her by force had his knee taken out. Then John had him castrated. There is not a man on this ship she cant whip and with ease. I get the message boss and she will have zero problems from our personnel. David left the bridge and went to Dinks office. Hey you look good in that uniform and I approve. I have been getting some flack over it from the crew. Just took care of that I think. But anyone who would like to take it personal can go to the fight training area. There you may whip their asses. That is no matter their rank. Dink smiled at this and knew he meant it. That will be the last resort. But the training and testing can also be watched. I am sure word will get out they dont want to piss me off. I have training rounds coming up with the Marine guard later today. None have had Danas course in fighting. David left and went to his cabin to check his interviewing schedules. The bank had done an outstanding job and the interviewers would be busy for the next eight days. He ordered food and sat back to think things through. Carlton during this time was checking every shoreline for hiding places for small boats coming from the other dimension. They found several lava tubes that had a good number of boats in them. These were sent back to the warehouse for identification. All in all they found over one hundred small boats. Each tube had been destroyed and now these places were not available for this act. Slowly troops were closing up holes here one at a time. They now had buoys out to advise of any humans approaching shorelines. These also advised of the reef just beyond them. Now troops would be waiting for people they knew were coming ashore. It was a good period for John. He had fifty families delivered to his aircraft in Tokyo and flew them to the islands. The A 380 aircraft had lots of room for the families on it. By using the flight time they accomplished the processing. It did not take long to get them documented, records were in place and they did the scans and DNA tests. It was just fifteen minutes for each person. With ten stations they handled the group of 253 people and children fast. Everyone had an ID card when they got off the plane. Each family was delivered to their homes and given instructions and maps for work locations. The homes had the needed basics and food was supplied to start. Because they accepted the new jobs they were given one thousand new credits as a bonus. This gave them a bank account to start with. Then each week their salary would be deposited. Not one had been employed when hired, as they were considered outsiders in Japan, as they had come from the US. Each one was glad to get here and knew they would be accepted by these people. They were far more like this group of people than their brothers in Japan. In all most of the projects were on track and coming along the right way. Planning had been done well and bases that needed covered were. The plan was headed the right direction. David was headed down to watch the training for the security crew. He had a couple of cocky officers with him, as he wanted to embarrass them today. They knew nothing about Dink except she had his ear. He had a seat just above the ring and close to the edge of the ropes. It was not ten feet between this balcony and the start of the ring. The early was truly instruction and then a few felt bold enough to try a fight. Those were stopped quickly and finally Dink offered any two a chance to try it. She broke no bones or did any long term damage. But the troops were getting the idea. One loud mouth started bad mouthing Dink and she had enough. OK buddy if youre so good I would be happy to put you in sick bay fast. So you make your mind up if that is what you want? If not get out of here. The man jumped into the ring and started moving after Dink. She kicked him in the balls and he doubled over. Finally he came up charging and got laid out on the mat face down. He jumped up and went after her once more and she took his leg out. Now he was screaming in pain when five more men jumped into the ring. It was automatic for David to jump in behind them. He and Dink took them out in no time at all. Thanks for the help boss. I sure did not expect that to happen. The man you sent to the sick bay, was the commander for the ones who came after you. We now have six less pilots. So I did not expect it either. But I am going to have their blood checked as I think alcohol had something to do with this? Security took all the men to the sick bay and they all had blood taken. They all had been out drinking and brought back a lot of sake which was not allowed on the ship. It was a rice wine that was very deceptive in how it attacks your thinking. These men would have one large hangover to survive as well. David climbed back to his seat and smiled at the men with him. Where is the hell did you learn to fight like that? Really I used to think I was good as a Seal. But Dink taught me just how wrong I was. She has made me twice as good with less energy expended. She could most likely handle the five, but I was pissed off. You were a Seal? These men were now impressed. Yes I had a team that went into all kinds of places we were not supposed to be. But General Rider was a green beanie and ran Delta Force. General Zane was his replacement later on and has the same kind of experience, as he ran all Special Forces personnel. Why all the Special Forces people? John said we are not going to fight major wars any more. Others may but not Shangri-La. So having a few good people who can go in and calm things down if required makes sense. A military has two reasons to exist. One is to defend your land and country from aggression. Second is to fight wars you start. We are not going to fight anyone for their land, so we dont need a big military. As a country we are far to small to support a large military. But I see John investing in technology. That he is and it cuts down the number of people needed to defend our islands. He just brought in 50 more families from Japan who were born and educated in the USA. They were offered a chance to use their abilities in Japan and then were turned away by the people. Slowly we will get many of those people moved to our islands. Why would they not use their knowledge and skills? It is a Japanese thing if your not born there and then educated there youre an outsider. Now you two have work to do and had better get to it. Yes sir. They were off like a shot now. But there was a new respect for the leadership of the islands and for Dink. David went to his cabin and watched the interviews on closed circuit TV. Many were quickly rejected as they were just looking for money and a job. Moving their families was not something they wanted. There was a small group that fit into the plan nicely. All spoke reasonable english and were competent ships crew or soldiers. Those who would serve as soldiers were sent to check their fighting skills. Dink had people waiting to assure they could learn the new ways. Each trainer was female it was critical that these men could handle that. Over the eight days David picked up fifteen thousand men. With families that would add right at fifty thousand to the islands people. He had two thousand in ships crews and the other thirteen thousand were soldiers for land fighting. These would be broken down in to companies of 100 men. Then 20 companies would become an army. David had been able to buy rifles small arms and ammunition while in Tokyo. So he was not unarmed for these troops. He had uniforms winter or summer, packs, canteens and good boots for everyone with spares for emergencies. Purchasing had bought good heavy coats just incase they were needed. Mortars, machine guns and small field guns were also purchased for field fighting. Far more ammunition that should be needed was also obtained. Buying this and paying in gold coins obtained good quality quickly. The government was happy to get gold for the extra arms and ammunition sold. They had some newer ideas they wanted to use for homeland defense now. So moving their existing weapons would allow them to upgrade their home defenses. David had found in the old base six Landing Craft Air Cushion, they were sitting parked on the shore. They would be great for landing troops, food, water and equipment. He had the engineers build a lifting platform for these on the side of the carrier. They would come onto the platform and be lifted to a hanger deck for storage, fueling or service. With the fuel the islands had they could be used later for ferries between islands. Anything flying over water at forty knots was worth having. These units were the ETF 40-B engine units and carry 60-75 tons depending on water action and air temperature. There were extra skirts and engines as well as many other parts. All of this was loaded on the carrier. These six units would save many lives David was sure. He had landed on one of these several times and knew just how safe troops were going in. Their main draw back was the need for 1,000 gallons and hour of jet fuel. They did have capacity for 5,000 gallons of jet fuel. But David knew he would help the force for landings and make it safer to deliver food, fuel and ammunition. Taking any wounded off the battlefield as needed for medical help. With automated machine guns on them and larger caliber field guns they would not be easy targets. He had a team of his officers now scouting the old base for any possible usable parts and weapons. There were many parts he could use stored in warehouses and much ammunition for his aircraft. The trip was worth it just for these gains. He left food found and pointed it out to locals so it would not go to waste. They in return started looking for things he might want and found many of these for him. The larger items they got officers and brought them to those things. Most had worked here and knew what would be of value to the large ship. The last days of the interview were the best. People were ready to make the move and wanted out of Japan. Most had technical degrees and some were medical personnel. David took as many of the US born as possible. Any who were not taken were told to keep in touch with the bank. That afternoon the ship was slowly towed from its berth. The cruisers had been waiting off shore for the finish of the interviews. They were kept there to protect the carrier and not be vulnerable to any attacks. No one knew how Japan would accept the news of ships being stopped from loading in the inlands? But people had been angry with the rapist and not with the islands. David knew he had a lot to do when he got home. One carrier was going to be modified to allow the LCACs to enter the carrier from behind it. That meant he would take two carriers and have lots more space for weapons, people, food and fuel for each type use. With two carriers, one cruiser, one fuel tanker and the LCACs he would be able to do more with less ships. Now his battle plan started to form. He called Carlton to advise what he had and needed. Look take one of the carriers and cut the back of the ship out. I want a landing ramp that my LCACs can run up to enter the ship and be refueled, stored or reloaded. It has to have room for at least 4 of these and I really would like all 6. Carlton knew these and liked them also. Ill get the techs working on it now. With two huge ships like the carriers I am pleased, as they are not an easy target for wooden ships. David your going back in time with this, to well over five hundred years ago. Not just the people, but weapons, technology and the way things are ruled. David had to think about this a second. You mean they are like at the point of Columbus was when he sailed for the Indies and got America? You got that faster than I did David. Their ships are not large and nothing will be metal at all. They still use rocks for anchors. I need to know as much as possible before I start building my final plan. We lucked out and got mostly ex US citizens. I am going to be adding about 50,000 to the population on the islands. Most are half Asian and half American on the children. John is really pissed at Japan right now. They invited the US Japanese back and then turned their backs on them. He really chewed on the Emperors tail and I heard it. He had me and three who had returned to us as scientist and they heard it as well. The Emperor was ready to cry when John got done. I told him all you had recovered off the naval base and he was ecstatic. So I will pass on this report and your requests. Now David had to adjust to fighting in a world of little technology and willing to lose thousands if needed to win. It was for sure a place where life meant little to those in power. He did wonder if they had gunpowder yet? It was not a major worry, but it would add problems for troops. If the weapons were as old fashion as they were in that period they had to be very close to have any effect. Of course ports would not be safe for large ships, so the LCACs would be the right tools. One question was did the enemy have cannons? As he went over the question Dink knocked at his door. Come in young lady and tell me what we have to fight with? I think we will have very good disciplined troops boss. They are picking up the fighting method we use quickly. We have been discussing the other dimension and what little I know has been passed on. I can give you a little more Dink. It is about the period of Columbuss discovery of America in technology. Now dont get the idea that means things will be easy. They for sure will not. In that period of time life meant nothing to those ruling the world. I get your meaning sir. I have been reading the history of the Navies during that period. But I also understand you can be killed with an arrow as easy as a bullet. So we need to get them ready for some of this type fighting. Our choice is stay back a good distance and fire weapons. I think we need some of those very small planes with cameras on them, to look behind hills and other places not easy to see. That was a good suggestion and David would use it. I agree Dink we do need them. But there just is not much we can plan for yet. Carlton and the General are pulling together a full picture of weapons, fighting abilities and what to expect. You can read it when I do so you know what to plan for security wise. Carlton is having one carrier modified to allow LCACs to enter it from the rear. All troops and security people will work off it. On that ship you will have control in my name. Ill be running air cover from here. Now you might want to think about that boss. I still know little about ships. But you do know about fighting and winning. That is going to be the main job of that ship and its people. Youre going to pick your own commanders and the officers for each company. They will be your people and reporting back to you on the ship. Security on the ship is also your job, as no one needs to come aboard and blow it up. Our officers would try to fight like its modern warfare and that is just not going to work. If I use them they will end up killing a lot of good troops. We dont need that and I will not allow it to happen. Can I pick some good advisors once we are home and use them to give me ideas and suggestions? Yes, but your to make the final decisions and take responsibility for them. That is the trade off for the people you want. Can you live with that? Sure I can, but I am not looking for officers to advise me. I want noncoms whose ass has been on the line. They often know more than the officers they served with. I dont know where you learned that, but it is fact. Back a few years ago I had two that saved my butt often. Who are you think about? Sgt Grinder and Debbie and Hidekis brother Joji who was a Sgt in the US Army. He gives me the Asian side of the issue as well. He is one I just pushed through the process to be sure he got chosen. He had no family, so he would have been rejected. I think most of our battles will be with Asian people in that dimension. Hideki does not know his brother is even alive. He was raised by a woman working for his mother and not at home. The difference was he had a different father. I like your choices and agree with them. It is nice you did what you did for Hideki and I am sure he will appreciate it. He really needs a brother now days. Well boss I need to start planning how we are going to structure and who the officers are? She headed for her office to start the planning. David called John. Boss I have something you need to prepare Hideki for. Dink found his brother who he has no idea is a brother. His mother farmed him out to a woman who worked for her to raise. They had two different fathers. So someone needs to prepare him for meeting this man. He is ex Army Rangers and will server as advisor to Dink on battle planning. Are you sure you want Dink doing that? I sure am boss as she will no go getting people killed because this is no modern war. Using a current officer is going to get a lot killed, because they just wont understand you cant fight there like you do here. That did make some reasonable sense to John. OK I will trust your judgment and back that. Knowing her I assume she wants Bill Grinder and Debbie? That she does and thinks they will jump on the chance. I am sure she is right. Now your carrier is being modified now for bringing aboard the LCACs. That was a sweet pick up and one I am glad you grabbed. We have a tanker being armed and it is double hauled so little chance of damage. I did steal some older piston driven ground attack fighters from India. They are brand new, but old technology. We will have a lot of ammunition belts and refills for them. They were happy to provide extra engines, parts and bombs for the aircraft. That carrier will not even have to use a catapult to get these in the air. We have one hundred either here or on the way. So you will have a good air wing for fighting. They are better than the jets for your needs. They will be a lot easier to work on and repair as well. The slower flying plane will allow strafing and help support ground troops. We have a whole new group learning to fly the ones we have now. None will be your jet jockeys. They are taking off and landing on one carrier sitting still in the harbor. Of course we are using tail hooks to stop them. That should be fun watching. To be honest I really like that idea. But I would like to have a few slicks to fly wounded back to be treated. Not everyone can wait for a LCAC to bring them back. Ill work on that for you as it would be a good way to handle that. We when this is over could use them here for many jobs. It does mean your back to two fuels. Yes but it is one type fuel on each ship. The slicks and the LCACs will be using the same fuel. Both are turbojet engine operated. I will need the extra tanks on the LCAC ship, as it will be burning the most fuel with the landing craft and slicks operating. That we will sit and workout before you go. I also want to hear what Dink has in the way of plans and ideas. In looking at her folder I see she is very close to completing her degree in history from the fall of Rome to the industrial revolution period. It fits her new job nicely. I know boss that is why she has it. In discussions she has impressed me with the errors she has seen in actions taken by many past leaders. There have been questions I just could not answer for her. So I talked with her advisor and he said she seems to naturally see things that should have been obvious to others? But until she explains it you just dont see it? She has also asked for small camera aircraft like the toys used for that. Those she can have and with lap tops to view what they see. I am sure knowing what your going into would help keep people alive. They will be set up for her and we will have techs teaching people how to use them. Come see me once you get in and lets talk. Will do boss and I feel comfortable right now with this fight. It for sure is not going to be a standard war, but it should be successful. David went to Dinks area and let her know about Johns requests. That she would get what she had asked for also. I am glad as I have put it into the plan outline for now. Right now Joji is working with me to set a general plan. We are assuming that the people will fight as Japan did five hundred years ago. It was a high point of the Samurai warriors and most of what I have heard seems very much like that period in time. For sure I cant argue with that. So your expecting bows, arrows and swords? Yes and the armor of the time. At least it will be that way with the more well ordered social structures. They will often try their best to infiltrate our camps and kill people at night. I expect poisons to be used where reasonable and every old trick that had been used in Japan tried here. It will be like stepping back in time. They will have to attack the carrier I am working from and will do so at some point. But having a woman as commander of our troops is going to highly piss them off. I do intend to show myself and offer to fight any leader. Now David was starting to see what he had created here. Dink had no fear and was sure she knew what was coming. It would be a man against woman battle in that dimension. The whole concept destroyed their entire system of beliefs. The code of bushido was the code of complete loyalty to a feudal lord. The Samurai warriors placed their lives on the line for their lords life, land, goods, family or honor. Rules were strict and the price for failure high. Here a woman was not held in as high a regard. They for sure did not fight like a man did. But those who did the farming and worked the fields were just like the animals to be tolerated. Many could be had for just a little food. They were the lowest step on the ladder. The carrier pulled into the harbor that next day and Dink was on the bridge to watch the event. A helicopter landed on the deck and John got out and went to the bridge. Well my leaders of this odd mission. Dink I read your report and expectations, I could not agree more with your conclusions. My best guess is your right on target and heading the right direction. The techs have created a few things for your people to help protect them. Remember the old riot shields? They have one that will take an arrow and cant be cut with any sword. My worry was clothing sir. My people will be vulnerable to attacks from people well concealed and they are going to be unprotected. They will have a body armor of sorts to protect them. But a Japanese sword is just not possible to stop with what we can produce. So they must stop that fighter first. We can limit wounds by arrows for them. The key word is limit not stop all. It is light and will help keep people alive. Joji walked up to Dink and just stood theyre saying nothing and listening. She looked around and smiled. John this is Joji and he is Hidekis half brother. John bowed to the younger man and you could see shock on his face. Good manors are not something I am short of Joji. I give your brother fits from time to time as I am always suggesting things to him he missed. In my life time I saw my brother may be ten times. He never seemed to feel any attachment to me so I have just dropped it. You do know your related to the Emperor through your mothers side of the family? I am now a citizen of the Shangri-La Islands and have no other connection to any country. Now I love working for Dink and enjoy her mind greatly. My entire skills are military and as an ex ranger I was pretty good at it. Given time one day this young man would be a very good commander. Colonel youre more than welcome here and we will do our best to respect your wishes. John handed him the golden birds of a colonels rank. Now General Dink here is your start for the coming fight. A set of two beautiful platinum stars was handed to her. I sure did not expect this John. She looked lost and John had more for her. Colonel William Grinder will meet you at your home, as will Colonel Debbie Grinder. So your staff is in place. The house you have has its own office and staff area. There is room for Joji to have a bedroom there as well. The native ladies have taken over your house and will see you and your people get fed, it is clean and you all have laundry done. Their husbands are keeping the garden nice for you as well as your hot tub running. John you sure make a girl feel welcome and important. But I am not what is important. It will be the people doing the real fighting. That is where my full concerns are right now. If I make a mistake it is their lives that will pay for it. Dink dont take this the wrong way. But your going to make mistakes and yes some will pay for it. But those are learning periods and you have to expect them. Life is just that way for us humans. So to expect perfection is not reasonable for us. We must understand there is a learning curve and you can prevent some issues early, but not all of them. I assure you there are things you just dont know right now and until you fight you wont know them. Then they will adjust and you will learn more. She knew John was right and she did not like that. But Joji was really impressed. Sir that was sound advice and well put. Many of the new troops are friends, so I have great worries as well. But I also know as they do we can only do so much. Your troops are being moved to a camp just outside of town. There are two cars at the house for you to go out there and over see some of the training. We have housing for families here and on other islands for after you leave. The pay for their spouse will be deposited each week for them to live on. But you have them processed and each has an ID card. So everyone is in good shape here now. That helped us greatly. Ninety percent has US records to use building their files. Those non-citizens educated in California we were not able to document properly. So we used Japans database. If they were out of the country when they said they were in school we accepted that if we had a customs entry document marked student. So some logic was used to cure some of our problems. We found even more after you sent them here. Every decision you made was proven out correct. So you do get an At A Boy for the work. Now I will give you, David and Joji a life off this ship if you would like one? We have a ton of bags and a lot of files to get to the house. I have a small boat coming to pick it all up and Joji and I. We will fill a small truck with the files we have right now. So thank but take the boss and keep him happy. She was smiling as she left the bridge with Joji right behind her. It took Dink and Joji a good two hours to over see getting their boxes loaded and then their clothing on the small boat. They went to the dock where the truck was and the crew loaded the truck. Someone had brought a staff car for the two of them to ride in. I have no idea where this house is or what it looks like Joji. So you get the same surprise I do. She laughed at her comment. As long as we can work someplace where I can see the outside I am happy. We will have better working areas and sleeping also on the new carrier. The whole VIP area David had will be ours for both living and working. But officers and troops will have one dinning hall to eat in. We will not have officers in one and enlisted in another. We will eat there as well to be seen and available. I get the feeling you want to set an example in this? Yes, one far different from the old military. Our military has been mostly Special Forces personnel and they operate differently. So we will operate as they do. That I know works and makes for tighter groups. Here seems to be our new home. You could see little from the outside as the wall blocked it off. But Dinks old native scouts security force were guarding the property. So she knew she was home. She shook hands with each of her troops and talked with them. Then retired into the garage to direct the unloading. She picked up her bag and headed for the house before anyone could stop her. As she walked through the garden she enjoyed the look and peace she felt. It was going to be a nice place to work from. The house was neither American nor Japanese style. It was much more like the Moorish construction in Spain. A home built around a central courtyard. It would be easy to protect and the windows were covered with decorative wrought iron bars as were the doors. No trees were close enough to allow access to the roof. This looks pretty secure Dink and in some ways more like a jail than a home. Joji was not sure he was going to like this? It is a Moorish style from Spain in the 12th to 14th centuries. The outside was built this way to protect the owners from attacks. Once inside they are beautiful and have a large landscaped courtyard in the middle. We will be eating outside most of the time Joji. Once she got in the front door Debbie grabbed her in a hug. Girl you do seem to get into trouble a lot. I am just going to have to keep a better eye on you. Now she was laughing. You can bet I did not ask for this. I even questioned the bosses mind in doing this and he when he explained made sense? The new Colonel stood behind his wife smiling at these two ladies. Well boss put your bag down and come with us as lunch is ready. Joji and Dink dropped their bags and followed William to the patio. A large table was set up with food and beverages for them all. The meal was fresh baked bread and large salads for each of them. This is incredible and I have never eaten a salad that tasted like this. Joji was impressed with the food. The woman who prepared the food has a son who worked for me. She is very good at doing things that are different to your taste buds. Just tasting the flavor I knew who fixed it. Now the group sat and discussed the plan put together so far. Dink gave them a view of what she expected and why. Joji filled them in on the history for the Samurai warriors and how good they were at fighting. The weapons they expected and the night attacks they knew would come. That does not sound like any fighting I have been in before. I fought in the Middle East and they would try to blow you up and dropping a mortar round on you was great fun. But to have assassins coming into the camp at night, which we never had to deal with. During WW II the Japanese used to try to slip in and kill troops to open up places to attack. I guess that is the closest to this method of fighting. Please note who did that and understand much of the population of Japan came from here many years ago. Joji wanted them to see the connection. I have to admit my brother is right Dink. In many ways I am finding out Japan has not changed much even today. Hideki came over and hugged Dink. Hideki this is your half brother Joji. We just got home and have not even had time to relax any. So lunch was ready when we arrived. Please have a seat and eat some with us. Hideki sat down and looked at Joji. Brother I am sure you have feelings that are not good ones for me. I did not know of our relationship at all. Mother said you were a distant relative, which is just one more lie she told me. I am finding our mother to be a liar, devious and someone that I should have feared. The lady used everyone she could to get what she wanted. I read Dinks and your report and she was every bit the type you will be fighting. I saw her may be a half dozens times. She used me to get what she wanted from the man I now know now was my father. He was a politician of some kind in Chicago. The hate I had caused me never to marry or even want to do that. Until I met Dink I was sure all females were like mother. She has given me a different outlook now. One I think is more healthy and fits the world better. Hideki saw how badly wounded his brother had been. Joji please dont close me out of your life. We still share a blood bond and one I would like to build on. I will not push you, as I have no right to do that. My father was a thief, liar and was killed trying to escape Japan before being punished. Him and mother were both well fitted together. I just hope I can escape their influence. Joji had no idea what to say to his brother. If they could get to know one another they might one day become friends. The man was no pushy Japanese like the ones he left behind. Hideki youre always welcome here and I will be glad if you stop by to discuss our plans. We need input and people who see just what we will be fighting. The history you have and your understanding of the warrior ways would be of help. Dink made sure this was stated openly. I would be happy to help any place I can Dink. But understand my opinion is just that an opinion and not to be confused with good information. The warlords you will be facing and fighting will do things differently. The Daimyos will not be the same as in old Japan. Their world has never changed much over the last ten thousand years. Now your forcing that change quickly and they will fight it to their last soldier. That view Hideki I have never looked at before. It is one more event we need to expect. This for being as far back in history as it is, is complex. They can afford to lose thousands and we dont want to lose one. The two different philosophies just are not able to be adjusted to each other. Now Dink had some things to think about. I think it will present a difficult problem for you to deal with. They have no mercy and relish the idea of killing their enemy. Matter of fact they dont know what the word mercy means, it just does not exist in their language? Joji had not picked up on that either. I knew it did not exist in the old Japanese language. But it also does not exist in these peoples? They are where we were spawn from Joji. Much of Japan and its people came from this dimension. I have been studying this for some time now. Millions of years ago the Japans home islands were actually here where we are now. Over time they drifted to where they are located today. Our islands are drifting and someday we will be out of the gate area. Right now the gate is at sea and about thirty miles from the closes island to it. Once there is a few hundred miles then it will be hard to find our islands. Now some things were making sense to him. Why are you studying the old world and the gate? Here I run the school for Japans children of the ruling class. The more I watch them the more I know they do not fit into this world. Where we were taught respect, honor and to care for others, in school they are not taught this in Japan. They are taught to win in school grades and events, that is critical to success. These are not real children as they are tools to their parents. That reminds me of mother. She did not see me often, but she did have me spanked for not doing better all the time. I used to hate report card times. Joji let his feelings show now and that was not normal for him at all. This is being slowly reversed with the children I now have. It will be a slow change, but the change will happen. The Emperor is a weak man and will not step in here as John sees this as right. Japan must come into this dimension and live as we all do today. They are not better than others and must learn that starting with the youth. It sounds like John is doing some teaching as well? Hideki laughed now. Yes brother he has gotten his point across. I dont know if you saw Dana and I when we landed at Tokyo airport to see the Emperor. But Dana is Johns wife and she did the fighting. I was the stage dummy standing behind her acting out a part. That was the start of change for Japan. Joji remembered it well and wondered who the man was. You looked very much like any Daimyo from the old stories. That was also the way it was explained to the people. They said Japan had lost its honor and this group would rebuild it once more. I have produced several different television programs to be used in Japan to change the views. A few I know have been played other have not yet. I have seen them and they do work. But I had no idea it was you doing these. You are seen at a very high standing in Japan. Someone who understands change and what is needed for Japan to survive, grow and prosper. Starting small businesses had helped many to improve their incomes. The large business that ran government did all they could to stop this. Patents are being check and given to the person or persons who created them. Most large companies just took them if the person worked for them. But the same group has run government for years now. They were powerful even before the military took over from them. But they did support the military as it made them money. You sound like your not really Japanese? I am not Japanese I am an islander and will always be. John and these islands have my complete loyalty. We were both born in America and educated there as well. So we dont fit into the social structure of Japan at all Joji. That the old school was here made it work for me to run it. But the school was run by people from the other dimension before. That kept their ideas and beliefs in the imperial line and stopped changes. The firmness Joji had seen and heard made him like this man. Then in that we are in agreement. As I told John I am a citizen of these islands and that will not change. But I owe Dink for that honor. Hideki looked at Dink questioning this? I took to Joji and helped him slide through as he was not married and had no family. The rule was married only you know. I just advised he came or I rejected my position. What he offered me in knowledge was just too much to let go. The decision was I would make all decisions on who was taken period. There are always exceptions to every rule and that is Johns comment Dink. So you make the right exception for your project. Now I have 186 children to get back to overseeing. Brother if you would like to see complete chaos come by the school one day. But only if you have a strong ability to fight off girls. They are all looking for husbands. Hideki left the patio and headed back to the school. That is not the brother I knew before Dink? That is the Hideki I know and have known since he came here. Dana sees him as a brother figure and he sees her as a sister he never had. But he did not know you were his brother either. So I am sure this day was a shock for him. I am going to have to think through the whole thing now. Much has changed and I am not sure how I should handle it? If you dont mind I would love to hit the hot tub for a time and think things out? Enjoy it a I need to bring Debbie and William into the picture. It is old data to you and would be a waste of time. So go ahead and relax some. Try to think how we can keep people alive at night during attacks we cant see? There is no attack we will not see Dink. I have ways to set up protective areas around every encampment. William knows the game and we will win it. Much of what we do will seem like magic to the people we are fighting. That causes fear and that is a major weapon for us. He is right and we can cause them to be scared of us. In this we need to take our time and work for good results. William and Joji were of the same mind on this. The day went well and that night Joji got the best nights sleep he had enjoyed in years. This move to the islands was a good one for him and he knew he had been lucky. Without Dinks help he would have been left in Japan, where he was not wanted. He showered that morning and dress in his field gear. His plan was to go check on the troops and assure they were starting training. Placing the gold eagles on his shirt was very different for him. When he got out to breakfast he saw Dink had been thinking the same way. Well boss we seem to have the same direction today. I just knew if I did not go check on the training things would not happen today. Yep we were both thinking the same thing. So sit and eat and we will get out there. Driving onto the base they saw no guards and did not like the lax attitude they saw right now. Dink called the General and just had to ask. Now why is my base completely unguarded and open for anyone to drive on? Damn Dink I figured you would handle your own installation. You do remember these troops are from Japan right? We have had lots of people from the other dimension we have picked up here right? They have been directing and feeding information to the people from Japan for thousands of yeas right? So why the hell would I allow them to stand guard here? General Zane started to laugh now. Damn Dink you learn fast girl. We have watched the camp all night and picked up a few trying to get in. You have no added guests today. Ill send native scouts to guard and patrol the base. But we will keep watching for people trying to contact your troops. Your a nice draw for those we have not yet caught. Thanks as I just freaked out with no one on the gates. You know me I like things done right and not like I saw today. You got no more by leaving the guards off the gates. True but I did get the call from you. So it was worth it to me. Have a good one Dink. The general just hung up. The base was well awake and active. You could see troops had been at it for some time now. People were pulled into classrooms and sat in front of TVs. Dink now had the podium and would speak to them all. People we were attempted to be contacted by agents of the other dimension last night. General Zane picked up several agents trying to come in here. They feel that their idea of being Japanese is the only way it should be. They have advised Japan of their ideas on proper treatment of outsiders. It has been the rules of Japan they have controlled for thousands of years. Now they wish to control you before you even get to their dimension. The leaders know when we get there change is going to happen unless they can stop it here. They exported their hate to our world and dont want tolerance sent back to them. This fight is going to be between two cultures that will never fit together. To them their way is the only way. It is either their way or your death they seek. So make up your mind where you stand and let your officers know if you stand with our enemy? You will be sent back to Japan on the next boat. That little bit of information sunk in fast. With the strong US born group the mood switched fast to being islanders. Now we need your help if any tries to discuss becoming an informant for the other side. Passing on information or helping them in any way is treason and is punishable by death. Security will carryout those executions with pride, as those people would sell you to our enemy. We will protect you the very best way we can. Now be sure to turn in anyone questionable for investigation, with DNA we will know if they are or are not from the other dimension. So those who came here from Japan have already been checked. Thank you and please complete your training here safely. Joji had been worried at first that many who just did not like someone would turn them in. But the DNA trick would stop that fast. How many did you find from Japan that were rejected for the DNA? We did not reject them Joji we arrested them. Leaving them in Japan to cause trouble just was not a good idea. They did not know the DNA would show us who they were. John has all employees for his businesses checked, to assure no one is working to cause failure. Everyone in Japan knows who owns those businesses, so he expects attacks there. But next week we will start this little journey and see what wait us. I am sure none of us has seen anything like what will be there. No matter how well we train Dink, it is going to be different there than we expected. Much of the information we have been given I am sure is wrong. They would know we would question people. So how much truth would you send your enemy? Dink could see and accept Jojis description. He, she was sure saw where her real problems would come from. So planning and training too much here, just would make things happen that should not have.

Message-ID: <[email protected]> X-Original-To: [email protected] Delivered-To: [email protected] X-Original-Message-ID: <[email protected]> From: John Darts <[email protected]> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2009 04:29:34 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} The Shangri-La Islands Ch 1 (By: TheSearch4) Lines: 658 Date: Thu, 06 Aug 2009 10:10:01 -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/Year2009/59274> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <[email protected]> X-Story-Submission: <[email protected]> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge This is a work of fiction and is to be read that way. It is somewhat science based and also religion based. So you should learn some of both areas when reading it. Is there sex? Yes, some, but if You're looking for hard core look else where. This, as all novels, is meant for entertainment. There will be just one chapter each week as much research is going into this as I write. The Shangri-La Islands By: TheSearch4 Chapter 1 The flight in the B-1B was not the most comfortable way to travel. It was a good way not to be seen, or shot at. He had just left the old United States and it was still a wild west shooting gallery. In trying to pull the south back together he ran into far too many weak people. A tremendous amount of damage had been inflicted on the people by the old system. They just had changed to where nothing satisfied them. Everyone wanted power, and to run others lives. They wanted laws, but just the ones they approved of. No one cared about there being no taxes to pay, or that they could change the laws by a two thirds vote of the people. They had been given power, but they had to work with others to make it happen. That was not acceptable to most. The fact that the country was financed on John's personal gold never was considered. It was theirs as far as most were concerned. He was not seen as owning the gold, the company that produced it, or having any right to it. It was seen as the government's gold and should be taken from him. That way the people got the benefits at zero cost to them or work they had to do. His military did not agree with this and helped him secure the Shangri-La Islands for them all to live on. They were the ones who moved many aircraft to the island and made sure good defensive tools were available for them. A couple of islands had hangers built inside the mountains and runways that were below the water until it was time to take off or land. They were raised and lowered by hydraulic rams. It kept most of his air force from being seen, as the ships they had coming would be hidden from view until scrapped. The aircraft carriers were just far too big to keep in service. He did allow some of the lesser warships to be seen as they patrolled the islands. If they were here they were nuclear powered or very small harbor boats. His boat yard was inside one mountain and well protected from anyone's seeing it. The islands were laid out with eight in somewhat of a circle around two central islands. The largest was one hundred sixty five miles long and just forty miles wide at it widest point. The smallest was thirty miles long by eighteen miles wide at it widest point. There was 52,360 square miles of land here not including the mountainsides. That made it just smaller than Alabama. The mountainsides grew tea, coffee and cocoa depending on the island. One island produced citrus fruit and others had some special crops grown only there. It was an almost idyllic place to live, but for the native population they got lazy, and it killed them off. The waters were so clear fishing was easy, as you could see the fish in the water. Over-fishing was not allowed here now, by law. The sea boundaries were patrolled and any fishing boats sent away. If any refused they were sunk. That happened to a couple of boats from Japan and when they protested, the oil products were cut off. Apologies were fast coming and fishermen warned to stay out of that zone. John's new home he had never seen, or even a drawing of it. It had been designed and built by the people and today would be his first sighting of the building. Dana, Kelly, Leigh Anne and he were all looking forward to seeing what they had to live in. The old house had been a big old farmhouse and nothing special to speak of. He lived in a pretty plain jane house. Of course, his furniture had been left to be destroyed after they were gone. His records, special family items and the likes were brought with them. The bomb bay had been packed with things John felt was critical to bring with them. Jackson had sent thousands of seedlings out for Christmas trees to be planted on the islands. There were some larger trees that had been balled and shipped to assure some larger tress were available. To have good size trees from the seedlings, they would need to grow six to seven years. So much was considered, and many decisions made, it was staggering when looked at one decision at a time. Over 36,500 individual decisions had been made to start the Shangri-La Islands. Some decisions were small ones and others major projects. If a project it only showed up once as a decision. Dana had been working with Jackson's dad for over a year. She had tried her dad's drug on him and slowly brought the man back from being a lost soul. It was a slow change and some of the doctors were amazed at her results. They never felt the man had any chance of getting better. Jackson and his dad had become good friends, and the man loved Pam and Rhonda as if they were his children. He had wanted to build the tree farm and run it as well. So that job had been set aside for him and Jackson had taken the job of head of security for John. He really liked working with him and respected him as well. David was running the Navy and Carlton was commander of all forces for the islands. General Zane was the land forces commander. It was the brains of those three men that would keep these islands free or lose them. With the way other countries were hurting for any trade items the oil here would be a target at some point. It did not matter that most thought it was just a small amount. As John and his family were driven to their residence, he was shocked to see his old Mercedes Benz S63 AMG sitting by the garage door looking ready to run. Dana was smiling at his shock. "Hey, we have a fuel tank here with a pump and gas for your pretty toy. It will be fun to drive a gas engine car once more. We have two electric vehicles and two motor scooters. They also are gas fired." The house was a good three hundred feet above the beach. Built into the side of the mountain, it was cut back into the rock of the volcano that had not erupted in known history. The geology had been checked and fit was found to be very solid and with no movement below the ground. So the house for John had been built here and his vaults were here as well. The freeze dried foods, gold and silver and much of the written works taken from libraries were stored here. But it's size was beyond any thing he could under stand? "OK Carlton, why the hell is this place so damn big?" Carlton was smiling now. "Well, boss, we had so many people adding ideas it just kind of grew. But really, it is several different homes. There is one for Leigh Anne and her children, one that one day is for Kelly and one for you and Dana. There is room for each of the twins to have a home here, also. You have cleaning staff and cooks who have smaller homes here. Leigh Anne has a studio for painting. And you have common areas here for entertainment, swimming and workouts. Your large dining room is a common room that can be entered from all living areas." It was really a nice way to handle many families in one location. "I'm sure glad I didn't have to design or build it." "Oh I forgot, Jackson, Pam and Rhonda live in that gate house you saw coming in here. He has twenty of his scouts that patrol the grounds and handle security." "The expense of running this will break me or the nation." Carlton was now really laughing. "Hate to tell you, boss, we are making so much money it is going to be thousands of years before we run out." They went into John's office and sat at his desk. "OK, now what about the money?" "We, as a nation, are far more productive than the best left out there. Our fishing boats are making money while not over-fishing our waters. The LNG, oil and refined fuels are doing well. We are catching the CO2 off the refining plant and using it for producing algae that is making bio oil." "I follow you so far." John was still waiting for the answer. "It's simple, boss, we have more money coming in from outside than we can spend inside. We get cars from Japan that are electric for our oil and gas, then sell them here to our people. So we make the full amount of that car's cost back as profit. We don't even mark it up when we sell it. The food, meats and the like we sell comes back the same way. It comes back as TV's and computers for example. We pay wages that are far less than Japan does its people, but ours are better off. The gold reserve makes that happen, as our currency is very stable. Japan is begging us to sell drugs to them that they used to buy from the EU and USA." John could see this was going to have to be closely watched. "We need an economic board to keep track of our economy and advise me on how to keep it healthy. Now, I would be willing to help Japan set up their own manufacturing for drugs. But that is not a good area for export as it could bring many lawsuits." That was one area he agreed completely with John. "I told the ships captain I would ask and report back." "Tell him I really need to sit down with one of his country's diplomats and workout a trade agreement with him. If they come to the table and are fair I will cut them some slack on pricing. If they are not fair and open, they will get no added benefits from me. So it is try to play the old games or decide to be open and honest." "Are you sure you want to be that blunt?" "Dead sure, Carlton, I was stationed there for a year. They don't need to know but I also learned their language. Not just living there, but also while in college. If they attempt to play with me I will cut their nuts off without blinking. I now have ten countries wanting to set up trading with us. So it is in their best interest to play honest and fair with me." "I'll find a way to get the point across to the captain." He got up and left the office. This was a new game, playing in the world and not within a country. But here in the islands all the people were of the same mind and believed the same way. The total population was now just at 527,832 people here on the ten islands. That included the few native born people as well. They accounted for may be 12% of the entire population. So no place was loaded with people and there was lots of room to grow. Of the population, twenty percent were military right now. That would change when the general got here with the carriers. At that time the force would come down to nine percent of population. The Navy would have a total of six thousand, the Air Force three thousand and the army forty thousand troops. They included national police and harbor control. There would be a force stationed on each island. So the military would not be as large as most nations, but with technology it really was not necessary. As John sat on a balcony off his office he could watch the ocean surf crashing on the beach. There was a reef off the beach and it cut down the size of any wave. But just sitting here felt nice and the weather was beautiful. An older woman who was very dark walked out and smiled at John. "I am Kendra, your housekeeper, sir." "First of all, Kendra, I am not sir, my name is John. Now that I have cleared that up, it is nice to meet you." The woman was chuckling now. "I met your wife and she sounded just like you." "None of us is anything special, dear. We are just people, and have responsibilities to handle for our nation. I expect you to treat us that way and as a friend, not just and employer, OK?" This was very new to her. "I'm not sure that is the right thing for me to do. You're the leader of all of us and we owe you respect." "This is my office, and I decide how I will be treated here by everyone. If you were a diplomat then I expect extreme respect. But as a friend I expect kindness and consideration for my wishes." The older woman smiled at John. "OK, I understand what you want and will do as you ask me. Now, if you will flip that switch on the rock wall, it will let you listen to the surf." He flipped it, and the waters sound was nice and soothing. "Thank you, Kendra, that makes it so nice hearing the water as I look at it. I love to hear Mother Nature talking to me like that. It just relaxes my mind to be able to think very clearly." "You sound more like a native that someone not born here." "The ocean speaks to people all over the world if they listen. It is not something that happens only here. I love to sit and watch it and listen to its song. When you do that, much new information will come into your mind. It is like you're being talked to inside your head." She smiled at this explanation and knew he was a very good man. "John, I knew I liked you when I saw you. My old nation was in bad shape because of bad leaders we had. Now I feel it is in good hands once more, and with the right leader." "I hope you're right, Kendra, as it worry's me. For our size we are small in population and have more riches than most countries. So we must be careful, as it will cause envy in some others. Most of the oil and gas we are pumping we sell, as we really don't need much. But that causes others to want what we have." She saw a man who understood people and greed. "It is always the greed man has to watch out for." "That my dear lady, is very true, and I see that existing outside these islands. Most of your people who were sucked into that are gone or dead. The fools that sold me the islands were headed to someplace they felt safer. I know they never made it and the gold was stolen from them. There are some rich people in China now." The old woman laughed and knew John was right. "I saw that attack in a dream I had. There was no way to know where the people attacking were from, but I saw the old king killed and tossed overboard." He saw a woman who had visions here, "How is it you have that type of sight?" "The old king was my brother and hated me. The women of our family all had the ability to see some things in the future and also in the past. It is not something we can use when we wish to. It just sometimes comes to us and we must then do what is right." "I hope you will share with me what you see that might affect this country. You can be sure I will always listen and act with great care. But there are times information is of more value if not acted on." "You have to be tied to here some way, John. I am hearing wisdom told of family going way back." "Well I have no way of knowing how that might be. But just keep me in mind when the dreams come, and the country is involved." After the woman left he went back to watching the water and thinking. Some way he felt at home here and he could not explain it in any way. So he was just not going to worry about it and let time provide answers. Kelly came out and was overawed at the view he had. "This is just so beautiful, I didn't know we had balconies off our rooms." "I would be willing to bet your room has one like this,too. But see the switch on the wall?" She looked and saw what he was pointing at. "Yes." "It'll allow you to hear the ocean as it crashes on the shore. So go see if I'm right and try the switch." She was off like a shot. "What was that rocket that went flying by me, John?" "Well, Leigh Anne, I think it was your sister. She didn't know the rooms had balconies and I showed her the switch to allow hearing the water." "I found it, and have enjoyed just sitting there thinking about the times at Myrtle Beach with you and mom. You did a lot of things to make me happy and I remember your burning your feet while helping me fly a kite. You kept right on going, and played miniature golf and did any thing I wanted. I know now it had to hurt, but you would never let it stop you." "My dear, you don't let a small issue stop events that are important to any young person. If you care about them you do what you have to do. Your mom laughed at me at night cooling the feet off on the balcony. She said I should just stop going and doing, and never understood why I didn't stop." "That was something I learned a lot of from you. Just don't quit for any reason. I just failed to apply it to our relationship, I guess, after I married?" Dana came out and joined them, and listened and did a little talking. But she knew she was seeing the same John Leigh Anne had seen as a young lady. He was honest and willing to explain anything asked of him. "Now John, I need to know what I can do to help you settle into this new country. It, I know, will not be easy, but it doesn't have to be a worry. So I would like to do something that contributes to the cause." Leigh Anne was happy to offer any help she could. "I need to find a way to discourage people from wanting to come here. So someone needs to find every bad thing about these islands, and any negatives on wild life or ocean life that we can use to put together a booklet warning people who come here of what they need to watch out for. If it's an old wives tale or just something used to scare kids. I need to know about it. Talk with Kendra and get her input and ideas. She will understand what I'm trying to do." Dana was confused and didn't get it? "I don't understand what you're doing?" Leigh Anne got it though. "This is about the most perfect place on earth. We have abundant fish and land for growing food. There is oil wealth we really don't need. So how do we keep people from wanting what we have? I would bet there are diamond pipes on the islands and most likely jade. Often where there were or are volcano's there is jade and diamonds." Dana had not considered the wealth and now saw the envy that could cause problems. "I see the point now, and we do need to make things sound as bad as possible. But what happened to the people who once populated these islands. Their numbers went way down and fast." "Those are things Kendra can tell you and explain. But I need as much information as we can get. We will not set up embassies in other countries and don't want theirs here. I am looking for another country to be the broker for us, and deal with others on money and goods for trade. As far as anyone else is concerned it is that country's goods. We will take a discount on what we sell to get someone else to handle it. That takes the light off us and shines it on the other country." "I see what you looking to do and can see why it might help us. For sure the world is dangerous and we don't need to be in a fighting war." Dana was now on board with the idea. Kendra announced that lunch was ready. The family all went in to see what was there. The dining room had several tables and one had been set up for them. It was set for six people to allow the children to eat with them. The meal was a nice fish with vegetables and salad. It was a very healthy meal and one everyone enjoyed. "Kendra, would you please spend some time with Leigh Anne, and answer some questions for her? She's doing a project for me and needs a lot of input." "I would be most happy to help anyway I can, John. But it will take a few days to give her all you wish to have." Kendra left them after her comment. "How did she know what you wanted? I know she knew exactly what you were asking her for." Dana was shocked at the way this had gone. "Kendra was the sister of the old king here. Her family has been here for many generations. In her religion I guess you would call her a holy woman. Sometimes she sees things before they happen and sometimes after they occur. She has no control of those events. But you're going to find from time to time she knows what is going on and can help you understand it. I will say this just once. Trust her in whatever she tells you." Everyone was somewhat shocked at his statement. This was very different from the sure man they knew. His suggesting they trust someone they had not known long was odd. But they knew not to challenge his judgment, as it was usually right. Leigh Anne went to the comfortable leather chair in her office and spent several hours reading the history of these islands. The many odd things said about them fascinated her. During WW II no one knew that these islands existed as nothing was ever mentioned. There were stories of ships going to the exact location they had been to before and not finding these islands. She knew that was not possible if they had been correct with their location before. Her knowledge from both high school and college said this was not reasonable. It was late now and she headed to her bathroom and a nice hot bath. The time she had spent gave her a good understanding of the islands and their history. So now relaxing, things she had read were running through her mind. Her one issue had been the lack of knowledge of these islands for so many years. The earliest she could find information for was from old whaling ships that got lost or damaged in storms. There were stories in ships logs that mentioned these islands and the aggressive people who lived here. Ships were fixed as best possible and they seemed to leave quickly. Next she found mention of them after WW II. It seems like they were not known before that time by most of the world. Many world maps today still did not show the islands. That was really odd to her thinking. People who did that type of work before the crash just did not leave things off maps. But she had found far more than half did not show the islands in any way. She had gotten satellite pictures from Carlton and studied them. All the islands were long and wide. They were not the normal small islands of the south pacific. The geology she read showed many types of rock and not just the common basalt. The day had floated by for her and she loved the studying she was doing. After the relaxing she got out of the tub and dried off, then headed to bed and some sleep. She found her room had the door to the balcony open and the sound system was playing the waters actions on the beach. It was so soothing and relaxing she slipped off quickly into a deep sleep. The sun coming in the doors of the balcony woke her gently. The new world around her was so nice and she enjoyed this place already. The smell of coffee hit her and when she walked out to the balcony there sat a cup and thermos for her. There were rolls and a very old scroll rolled up on two wooden rods. She first attacked the coffee and rolls. Then started to slowly open the scroll and was amazed at its details. There was a pictorial history that had to go back millions of years. Of course it was drawn and painted, but she could see the way the islands were formed. There must have been over one hundred pictures all looking from overhead. This hit her as not being possible for anyone without aircraft or satellites. As old as the scroll was they for sure did not have those then. She watched the people below working in the fields and just let her mind wander for now. John was sitting at his desk reading the reports on each island. Each day the commander of the island did a report for Carlton and when he got here, General Zane. It did give him a picture of each island and what people were doing. The rain fall year to date was kept and land reports made on growing conditions or crops progress. Kelly came in and her ten year old enthusiasm was infectious. Of course she was ten in body and twenty in mind. Her IQ just could not be measured. "Good morning, Daddy." "To what do I owe this visit today? You have been very quiet since we got here." She looked down and knew she had to talk. "You know what a dimension is right?" "Yes it is a construction where objects or individuals can be distinguished." It always amazed her at how much he knew and was able to use. "I am smart Daddy, but you just blow my mind away. Now, the thing I am seeing in my research is that we are at an intersection of a dimension. Earth had three dimensions that are known if you don't include time as one. In drawings there are four spatial dimensions. There are arguments for many new dimensions based on some mathematics. The string theory creates a real group of questions about that." "OK, I'm following you so far. But I'm not seeing the tie in to here?" "Dimensions can be in exactly the same place. That is according to the string theory and one that makes sense. We here could be in one world at one point and another the next minute. The islands seem to drift between the two worlds and I see no way to control this?" Kendra was standing behind her and smiling now. "Now that is a smart child. She found the truth in just four days of being here." Kelly now looked confused. "What do you mean the truth?" "We are in a position to alternate between two words and that happens often. It is nothing we can control and each world has dangers for us. It used to happen often and that has slowed over the years. We now spend more time here in this world than in the other. That is good as this one is far safer." This had sounded like something from a space novel. But Kendra had been very serious and kept eye contact as she spoke. "You have my full attention Kendra. So sit down and tell us about the two worlds." John needed information and fast. "No one knows how or why it happened. But a few tens of thousand years ago we started to find ourselves in a nicer climate. The islands had started in the other world. It is why our rock is so sound and the minerals so good here. The melted rock was not what is found on this world. But that seems to make no difference in our moving back and forth." "You're saying the two worlds occupy the same space in different dimensions?" "Yes, as they have to for us to migrate back and forth. But the dangers in the other world are more from the seas, as they are full of creatures we cannot fight and beat. Most of our people died fighting them or out fishing for food. We did not have the livestock you brought here or the large steel ships." Now he had two enemies to plan for and be able to fight. "What types of sea creatures are you talking about?" "That I just don't know as the men never returned to us where we could be told what happened? They went out and just never came back." "So there is nothing that points to any type sea creature?" "You need to read the books in the place of worship, or the shrine. Then you might see what we have missed." "I am not sure that my ability to read your old manuscripts is possible. You need to really think about this, as I would take Kelly, Dana and Leigh Anne with me if I went there. I need their abilities as well as my own, I think." "Finally a man who trusts a woman." Kelly looked at her with an odd expression. "Daddy trusts brains and not just the type head they are in. I don't know if you have met Jackson, Pam and Rhonda, but Daddy trusts them as well. Different people have different abilities and he defers to their knowledge when appropriate." Kendra now saw John was a very different leader. "I've never seen anyone act that way." "Kendra, I make the decisions, but many people I trust provide me with the information needed to make them happen. No one human has the ability or knowledge to make every decision needed by a country. So I use the best minds I have in each area, to find the right decision, hopefully. Often each only has a small piece of that decision, so I must try to assemble it from many pieces." "How did your people fall apart if leaders think that way?", Kendra asked. Kelly had to answer this. "They don't, and that is why the world the fell apart. It was the desire for power that killed the current countries and their greed. Our hope is to create a place where those can't hurt us." "It sure did suck my brother and his friends in and killed them." "They had so much and never saw what was here. For me I see it and am enjoying the beauty I see every place I go." John knew Kendra would look for his lack of honesty. "Kendra look all you wish, but what you see is what you get with me." The old woman chuckled now. "I am far too used to our peoples ways. You always had to look deep to see if honesty was coming out or pure hot air." "Kendra, one thing dad lives by is, his word is his bond. What you're talking about is a lie and dad hates any who lie. Anyone telling a lie here would lose their tongue. That is not just talk it would happen in a hospital and safely. But that includes us all, dad and family as well." Kelly wanted her to know the laws were not just lip service. "I have read the laws and could not believe how simple they were. But the punishment was something I couldn't believe either." John had to make her understand. "People who know the law and the punishment and know it will happen don't take those risks. Yes, I have had people shot for attempting to kill my people. Did I feel bad about it? Not at all, as they got what they tried to give. So I have no idea if that makes me a bad man under your beliefs or not. But I will not change if it does. My people come first and they must live by the laws they agreed to." "I have no problem with the laws or punishment. They don't make you good or bad under our beliefs. How they are enacted and used make that case. So far I have seen nothing anyone has done that would not be seen as good by any ancestor." They had been walking for some time, and finally walked into an opening on the side of the mountain. This was well below their home and on the other side of the mountain. It had been a good walk and everyone but Kendra had felt it. She reached up and put a match to a small pipe made of clay. It shot a flame around the room that was quickly lighting it well. There were many paintings on the walls and several books sitting at a table. John walked over and sat down pulling a book to him. He opened it and saw a beautiful picture of, he thought, this island. The words came slowly to him and he did understand them. But how, he had no idea? Kelly and Leigh Anne were also reading and Dana looking at the many pictures on the walls. Kendra sat back and watched in amazement, at so many that could read these books. She had expected one and may be two at best, But it seemed they all but Dana could read them and Dana had not yet tried. The books were very long ones and would take days to read them all. "Kendra, are these allowed to leave here?" John asked hoping they could. "Oh yes, that is allowed, for the right person or people. I was hiding them from my brother as he or his friends would never be allowed to come in here." "But I saw nothing that would have stopped us from coming in?" "The fact that there was an opening at all told me you were welcome. We could have gotten here and seen nothing but rock. Then I would have had to work with each of you to find the ones allowed in." "I see this is going to take days to get through the books and start to understand our new islands. So the books will stay in my study on the large table for us to read as we have time. Access will be limited to the three girls, Kendra and me. Do you see any problem with that, Kendra?" "You own the islands and all that is on them, John. So why are you asking me about what belongs to you?" "These books belong to you and your people, Kendra. They are not mine as property and I am just borrowing them to learn, so I can better understand your people and the islands. The books will be returned to your control as soon as we are done and have the needed knowledge." His caring just brought tears to the eyes of the old woman. "They are your books, John, and you need them close by to study as problems come up. You will find answers in them sometimes. But they do keep you grounded in what is truly important." "Your coming to us and bringing these ladies has made me happy. 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Chapter 6 That night Kendra told the story and admitted her shame. She offered to resign her position and that was refused. They reminded her who she was, and why she held that position. It was not something they could dismiss her from, or replace her. The mood for her was somber and she didn't enjoy what she normally did. Finally the evening ended, she went home and just crashed onto her bed. She was late getting up the next day and looked like she hadn't slept at all. As she pushed herself through the day she knew this had to be settled with John. Finally she walked into his office and closed the door behind her. She walked to his desk and head bowed, started,I ask forgiveness, and to be relieved from my position. A lazy person can't help you, and I was for sure lazy. If you agree, then I'll go to the shrine of the sun and spend my days in meditation and penitence. I can't release your from what you freely assumed yourself. You asked for your job and it was given based on your request. I didn't give it, so I can't release you from it. That would have to come from the person who gave you the job. Seeing as they are no longer among the living I see no way to get released. You have never trained someone to follow you, so you will serve until your have completed your task. Now go take a hot bath and get some sleep. It was what she knew would come. She already was old. Her father and brother had sucked her dry of much of her life force. Their schemes and lies were just more than most could have handled. It had killed her mother, and that was who she made the request of for the job. Now over forty years later she was just tired. But she knew John was right, and she had no one to go to and give up her burden. John watched Kendra go. He felt sorry for her, but she had chosen her own path and she had to walk it. No one could do it for her. She had confirmed five times she wished to travel this path. Now no one lived who could take her place. He sat on the balcony and looked over the ocean. The waves were coming in hard today. They crashed at the reef and then once more on the shore. A violent day for the water. He saw something now on the beach and it looked like some kind of wreckage. Going in he got his binoculars and looked while adjusting them. There was wood from some kind of boat and one body as well on the shore. Going in to his desk he called Carlton. My friend, you have a boat that crashed and at least one body on the beach my balcony looks out on. I think sending a chopper to check it out might be a good idea? On the way boss, and I'm going as well. This one interests me greatly as last night we lost three of our signals from the buoys. It didn't last long so we figured it might be an abnormality? But this changes how we want to look at that. As John watched he saw the two choppers land and men start collecting wreckage off the beach. The body was lifted into one chopper and it took off fast heading toward the hospital. Another chopper was now over the water looking for more wreckage or bodies. Then a large one sat down and it was quickly loaded with the collected junk from the beach. That would go to the hanger for review and identification if possible. This entire operation took no more than an hour. Two men were left going over the sand with metal detectors to find what they could. A truck had been pulled out to the dunes and left on the inland side. The men kept walking to a bucket and dropping things into it. Finally one man walked back to the truck and got another 5 gallon size bucket. They kept going for a good three hours and never slowed down adding whatever it was to the buckets. There now were a good dozen on the beach. When the two men tried to pick one up they just could not do it. John called Carlton and told him the problems his men were having. Shortly a chopper landed and Carlton got out. He pulled his phone out and called John. Boss, I guess trying to lift about a thousand pounds per bucket made it hard to do. If they had succeeded the bottoms would have fallen out. As it is we have about six tons of one ounce platinum coins here. I have enough coin bags to repackage these and then take them to the bank. If you wish I will drop a couple by for you and the girls to see. Just put a note in the bag I have about 3,750 credits of the platinum here at home and bring me three. I dont want anyone thinking I would take any of it. Tomorrow I'll transfer that amount of gold to the islands account to cover it. Boss, these are strange. I cant read the writing on them and the pictures are of nothing I ever saw. Bring them by and let me see them. Who was the person you sent to the hospital? I have no idea, boss, she never was awake and was barely breathing. Dr Michaels is working on her, and hopefully he will get us some answers. Tell him that Dana, the girls and I will be stopping by before we come home tonight. I dont expect the victim to be able to speak any language he knows. Your thinking she is from the other dimension? That is my best guess, Carlton. Do you know of any government that used platinum coins in our world? Guess if I had thought I would not have asked that stupid question. Oh well, that is what you get from military people, boss. I'm on my way with your three coins. John wondered what these were, and where they came from. And who was trying to escape with them? Carlton walked in and saw John in contemplation. I see we have a new mystery to solve now, right? No, it is by no means a new mystery, it is a very old one. I'm sure people with better minds than mine have tried to solve it. But it does fascinate me to no end. That I would take a bet on, no one with half as good a mind has worked on it before. Everyone before you has seen this as magic or with a religious context and that is not how you will see it. To you it is a simple science problem that we dont have answers for. You're right about no answers, but simple it is not. We're talking about physics we dont understand, or even know all the rules for. There are a lot of theories and few answers. Now I'm in the middle of it and have no idea what the rules are. He handed John the three coins and he had picked very good ones. This way every detail could be seen, and if you understood the language, read. I see they call their land Pampas for some reason. But it is written in a Japanese type script. I'll need to get these under a magnifier to see it well enough to read most of it. I'll have the maps and letters we found, at the hospital for you to pick up when you go there. John took digital shots of each coin and saved them on the computer. He could enlarge these and read everything on them. The girls came bounding into his office and both of the little ladies were on his lap. Dana just smiled at the picture. My three ladies, I have a small gift for you. There are three coins on my desk, you each get one of them. Anything you get from them, feelings wise or picture wise, I need to know. We had a shipwreck wash onto our beach and these came from it. I'm almost sure they came from the other dimension. But now I need to prove it. "They're so shiny and bright. Riko was pleased with this new item. They're platinum, and are worth 1,250 credits in our money. That is a lot of money here. Both of the young girls looked shocked now. I'll give mine back to you as soon as I cant feel anything, daddy. Riko was really looking scared. First of all it is yours, dear, and you should keep it, and use it to remember the day you became mine. This was found the same day as that happened. Matter of fact I saw the wreck and called Carlton to come and check it out. Rikos eyes were huge. Really, it is mine? Little one, if I tell you something then I mean exactly that. I'll never change my mind or see it in a different way. Kelly looked at Riko and smiled at her. You can always believe daddy, and he never will lie or fail to tell all the truth. If he says something, be it good or bad, it will happen. He never makes any promise he doesn't keep. So you can trust every word from him. If he says you can do something you're safe doing it. Now if he says you cant do something, if you do it he will find out and punish you. That I learned the hard way. Riko laughed at this admission. I'll never do what I am told not to. From as far back as I can remember I was spanked for doing anything wrong. Daddy never spanks you, he just makes you feel bad because you didn't listen to him. Not following his instructions is like lying to him. Now that I know it, I make sure I always follow instructions he gives me. This was a new area for Riko. I always got spanked, and it hurt. But your being upset with me would hurt even more. He hugged his girls and sent them off to clean up and get dressed to go out. What do you think of the coin? Dana had been looking hard at it and saw a few things she was sure John had seen as well. You didn't notice the writing? Yes, and it made little sense to me. But on the sides of the writing, it seems there is more writing? She handed him the coin. He placed it under a high magnification and saw what she had picked up. The rules are on many coins. You will just have to look for them. He called Carlton and asked him to count, and then bring all the coins to his office for examination. He explained what Dana had seen and he was able to read. It looks like a long job to try to find what the rules are? But dear, you will be working with me, as will the girls to find every one we can. I'll start Carlton looking at low tide for more coins. I'm sure we've missed a lot of them. It is possible they could be ones with the rules on them. The two headed back to their bedroom to shower and change. Once done they met the younger girls talking with Carlton in Johns office. Of you want to see something odd, look at this. He showed Carlton the printing on the side of the raised area of printing. That would have had to be done with a laser to be that small and yet readable. I have no idea how it was done, but we have to check every coin to find answers to my questions. You will need at low tide to start groups with metal detectors on the beach again. Have a group in the water to check out the sand below for any more coins. Finding all we can could be critical to us. It will be done, boss, and we'll keep at it until no more turn upl. We never got to the bank, so you'll have to live with my people's counts. John got the group ready and made sure Jackson had good security around the entryways. For sure he wanted no theft of over 180,000,000 credits from his home. They had two guards sitting in Johns office where the bags were stored. The question now was this the property of the young lady in the hospital or the country? Either way John decided to learn what he could from the coins. The table was a large one and Jackson, Pam and Rhonda we waiting for them. The girls liked Riko and she had been teaching them to speak Japanese. So all were well known to each other. Riko showed her coin to the girls and Jackson. Each really looked at it closely. This didn't come from here,, and not from our world, either. Rhonda was very clear in what she saw. Kelly explained the idea of dimension shifts, and two worlds occupying the same space in two different dimensions. It was quantum physics and something we really knew little about. But it says that matter can go from one place to another without moving through the intervening space. Just it is here now and there later. How it moved no one knows in this dimension. But Einstein did his best to disprove it or modify it and failed. That seems very complex, Kelly? Rhonda was now very interested. Look, here is just a bit of the problems. Once more the idea is based on the string theory. The quantum mechanics of strings implies these oscillations take on discrete vibrational modes, the spectrum of the theory. Each string can have one or more worlds that are connected to it like strings on a musical instrument produce different sounds as hand placement changes. God, that is complicated, and yet interesting. Rhonda was now determined to learn more about this idea. Dinner that night was a complete success. The group talked and laughed a lot at many of the stories. The way Pam and Rhonda felt about John was not lost on Riko, either. She knew he was loved by many, and yet she got a lot of time with him others didn't. Once dinner was over they headed to the hospital. The policeman motioned for John to park right out front, I have things to load in your car for you, sir. So John handed over his keys. He went in and it looked like a parade coming down the hall. Riko and John then Kelly and Dana marched to Johns pace. They saw the doctor looking with a smile towards them. John, you are right on time. She is talking now, and Ill be damned if I have any idea what she's saying? She's in room six, and please dont stay too long. They walked into room six and the girl smiled at them. She started speaking at once and every one knew what she was saying. John looked at Dana and nodded his head where it could not be noticed. Dana started to ask questions and slowly got a few answers. John just acted bored and like he understood nothing of what was said. The girls saw this and played the same game. John told Dana he was going to take the girls to get them something to drink. This Dana explained to the girl and she smiled at John. Once out of the room he looked at Riko. Give me your opinion? I saw no lies or deceit in her. What she said, she believed. But I dont think she knew that much. OK, Kelly, your opinion? I agree with Riko. But she was hiding something, I could see it. They walked into the doctors lounge and got a drink out of the cooler. As they drank they talked about how to find out what was being hidden. Dana would have to keep doing the questioning for now. Dr Michaels walked in and sat with them. She has broken ribs, one arm and one leg bone as well. Her blood work said she was malnourished and has a low iron count. I would estimate she is between sixteen and nineteen. She will be in here until she can be taken care of someplace where she can use a wheel chair. You can send her in two days to our home and she can stay with Leigh Anne for a time. But you will need to make house calls for her. I dont run ambulance service for anyone. The doctor laughed. I make house calls all the time now. Really, it is very effective at stopping the spread of any illness. With the nine clinics feeding us here with badly hurt people we stay pretty busy. Carlton gets them here fast, and we are always under the one hour window for treatment. The furthest clinic is just a twenty eight minute trip from here by air using a small jet. There is a chopper right there for any emergency where the jet is not available, but that takes a lot longer. We built the clinics at the small air fields on each island. Each island gets one flight each day to move people as needed. The clinic had both a chopper and small jet for emergency flights. We also have one ferry each day moving goods and people. We built a ship like the old Sea Shadow stealth ship the Navy built. It has a drive-in deck for cars and trucks, so it is much larger than the IX 529. We did mount a few missiles on it where they cant be seen. But no real weapons are used much as you cant shoot at what you cant see. It runs on a nuclear power plant and has good speed. It seems you have the islands well covered. But we do lack enough people to really use them properly. The doctor was very much into agriculture and followed it closely. Doc, if we had more people we would have to feed more people. It would require more jobs and it would expand the economy. So right now less is more. It's critical we adjust to our current size, then see what we need to continue to grow. We're not going to import people just to grow. Especially not ones from advanced countries, or ones from the third world who need a lot of education. What about the natives here? What about them? They're getting educated and trained to live a better life. The children are in school and most are smart as hell. I dont know if you have noticed, being here in town. But the oldest of that group is working at my home. Most out on the islands are under forty, because their fathers were lost out fishing. Many mothers killed themselves rather than live without a husband, as in their religion you marry just one time. That did sit the doctor back. That seems rather barbaric. You're just like the missionaries that went to Hawaii. If you dont understand it then change it. It just might be your value system is wrong, doc. I like the marry once and for life idea, myself. It sure would cut down on unwanted children. That could not be argued with and he knew it. OK, you have my ass on a pole now. I didn't think things through, and didn't have enough facts. It might be time for me to study their religion, that might help me understand some of their decisions. When you stop in to see the girl I'll give you a book that will help you. But it is very much like the very old Shinto religion of Japan. Not what is used today, but what existed twenty five hundred years ago. It's really that old? As best I can tell it is over ten thousand years old. I'd have to say it is the oldest known religion that still exists. It predates all others documented in history. Now he had a man very interested. How do you know so much about it? If I was going to rule their islands then I needed to be a part of their culture as well. For us, we have adopted their religious beliefs and are learning each day. A lot of what you see around you does not include shrines that exist here. Just to find them you must believe and then go looking for it. It is not a church and all are not welcome. The interest level was now very high. I'll tag along when they bring her to your home. That way I can pick the book up. You have me completely interested. If you do that I'll show you a lot more. So feel free to come along. They headed back to the room where Dana was sitting on the bed. Husband ,I have a lot of data for you. She said that in the girls language. Fine, we'll discuss it later tonight. The girls face showed she was surprised. Kelly and Riko both asked her how she was feeling? Now she was completely shocked. How is it you all speak my language? It is the language of our native people here. I am their leader and share their religion. The doctor says you need lots of sleep to start healing, so in two days he will bring you to my home to stay while you recover. Just feel free to eat all you want, as your body needs it badly. I'll send a woman down to handle the communications problem for you. Most here dont speak the native language. I am pleased that you are helping me. There were six others with me did any of them survive? You were the only one we found on the beach. She shuddered at this comment. Then the tears started to roll. Dana held her and calmed her down until she fell asleep. Once home they went to Johns office to the conference table. Both the girls and John waited for Dana to get her thoughts together. The girl is from the other dimension, she was coming here with money to buy food for her people. She said they had over 120,000 coins on their ship. But her country needed food badly and the coins were worth nothing without the food. There are a lot more coins down there, and they'll start to recover them tomorrow. But I need to know how much food, and how to get it to her people? Youre considering sending people into the other dimension? Yes. Tthe key word is considering. I have four aircraft carriers sitting out there with no place to go. The storage capacity for food would be more than we could possible accumulate quickly. With a good crew, weapons and aircraft for protection it should be a very safe platform. But I have a lot of questions she has to answer before I make that type of decision. I hope we dont have to do that. There is no reason I know of for feeling that way, but I do feel it? Dana was not one to feel fear or worry fast. If we do try it then I'll make it as safe as possible. Putting our people in high risk situations is not my normal choice. But we need answers, and a lot of them. In the morning we'll start on the coins and see what we find? The next morning everyone was working setting the table up for checking out the coins. This was going to be slow going and the ones with information were to be photographed in high resolution. But they needed lots of light and good magnification to be able to find the writing. Carlton came into the office and was pleased at how well John had set things up. I brought two more lighted magnifying glasses for you. Right now I have fifty people on the beach and in the water. They are using six underwater metal detectors to check the under water areas. We have placed grids with numbers, and each is being double searched all the way to the reef. Once that is done, we will suction the sand up on the beach and catch any coins picked up that way. We have a unit to run down the beach that will cut a foot off the surface and tumble it through a screen, returning anything fine enough back on the beach. There is no way we'll get all the coins, Carlton. It's just not possible in sand, or sand and water. Also, we dont know that they're all on this side of the reef? It's possible we have coins from several different shipwrecks. Only time will answer our questions. You said last night you had some other items for me to see? Carlton pulled out a satchel and handed it to John. This was opened quickly and John was surprised to find a map and some documents. None had been wet so the case must have floated into shore? Looking at the map, he saw the transfer point where the captain expected to be moved into this dimension. Or at least he thought that was what the large area was? This is going to take a lot of study. Do you have copies of this map? As it was the only thing in that case that made any sense to me, yes, I did run a copy on our computer. I wanted to study the land masses and see how much different theirs were than ours. Good, look for whether a carrier could navigate those water, and how best to protect ourselves. We might one day want to explore that dimension. It would be nice if we had at least looked at it that way. Boss, you're good at feeding us crap when you dont want to talk. But this sounds very serious to me, and if we do it it needs very good planning. So I want David in on it, and to start a file on ideas. John handed two of the coins that had been completely checked to Carlton. You and David each need to keep one of those. We know, so far, that most of it came from a nation that is short on food. The girl in the hospital told Dana a fantastic story last night. She speaks the old language so we can communicate with her. Over time we will learn much about the people and beliefs in that dimension. Then we'll make the decision to go and help? Turning this over in his mind, Carlton liked the way John was approaching it. Count me in, and I know David will also take a piece of this. But understand, he is going to want to lead the force going in. I happen to agree, one of us needs to do that. I was considering doing that myself, Carlton. No way is that boat going to float, boss. You cant use any electronics instruments there to find your location. The land masses are not where ours are. Solving those problems needs someone who is careful and with good navigation skills. We dont know that large rocks are not just below the surface. So watching to not rip the bottom out of a ship is needed. We just dont know what to expect, and will have to change how things are done often, I would guess? Those are issues the two of you need to discuss. I need a list of major question you two have. Those will be brought up to the girl, hopefully to get some answers. Then you're seriously considering this? That platinum, it seems, was coming here to try to buy food. What would you consider in that case, Carlton? The girl in the hospital seems pretty human to me. That he could not argue against and would not try to. OK, boss, you win, and we'll get your list together. With that Carlton left the office. Dana had watched this and listened to it all. Why did you tell him you were thinking of going? Because I have been considering it. But you saw how fast he shot that down and rightfully so. I just dont have the experience really needed. His comments let me know that one ship is just not going to work. We'll need good sonar, and the ability to map the oceans as we go. This is very much like mapping a new world, but using modern equipment. But I must keep in mind the dangers in the oceans there, whatever they are? She could see he was talking and thinking at the same time. So she just listened and watched. The map looked really different and the paper was a very thin and strong one. I'm not sure what the paper is, but you cant tear it. I'm not sure about other ways of destruction like fire, or cutting it up, but it is very strong. Dana had been watching his work with it. I hate to say this but it almost looks like some kind of skin? We could take a small piece and have it tested for DNA, and run a scan of materials. John looked closely and saw what Dana was seeing. He took a razor knife and cut off a small piece and placed it into and envelope for her to take and have checked. Once there is a DNA sample, use the rest for a GC/MS run. I think that a run in the Gas Chromatography and Mass Spectrometry machine will tell us more than the DNA. I'm off, and will take Kendra with me and drop her at the hospital. She can sit and talk with the girl, and get more information. Be careful what you tell Kendra. I dont want her offering the girl any hope of our doing anything right now. We need information for the time being. I have seen some stress between the two of you. Yes, it is called lack of trust, dear. When I really needed help and information she failed to provide it. Of course I found what I needed myself, but she and I had a discussion over her lack of help. I also made sure she knew I had solved that problem without her help. Dana could see he was still angry over that. So she just moved another direction for right now. I'll be sure she asks some of the questions I've heard here today. Then we can verify them when I question her. If the story is exactly same both times is most likely right. You will just have to look for small errors. Sounds good, dear, and I'll leave the test and that to you. Right now I have lots to read and hopefully start to understand? He sat at the table while the girls went over the coins. He started reading a journal from the case. It looked like it might be the ships log book, but he just didn't know, as much that you would expect was not there. Someways, this was closer to a diary than a log. Whoever wrote it was definitely a male, just from the way it was written. The man was not well educated, and used some very badly written words. Often misspelled and not easy to read, this was a work of labor for whoever wrote this. It was getting hard to follow his meaning. John walked out on the balconywhere he could see the people on the beach, and the ones in the water. Two were working the far side of the reef. Carlton did one thing really smart, he had a small barge with a V shaped set of plates off the far side. As water came at the reef the barge and plates parted it, so divers were not driven into the reef and possibly hurt. It would be like a boat cutting through the water, the way it worked. You could see things being pulled up onto the deck of the barge, unloaded and the container sent back down. He got his binoculars and looked at the pile of stuff on the barge. There was a lot of it, and he knew each item would have to be checked out. Part, he was willing to bet, was from long ago wrecks of the islands own fishing boats. A little may have come from this wreck. But the big prize would be from boats from the other dimension, that had not made it here intact. He hoped they would tell them a lot more about the other world. Kelly came out and saw John watching the people. I see you're looking for more information. Yes, and not getting much at the moment. But that will change in a couple of days as that stuff gets moved into our storage area. I want a group of native ladies to go through each item, and make some decision about where it came from. The stuff that belonged to boats from here needs to be given to them, and be added to a shrine for the lost men. Things that came from the other dimension, I want us to go through. Items that they dont know, we'll look at them and see if maybe they are from a culture here, or maybe one that moved long ago? Sounds like a lot of work. If you want Ill handle the first sort, and find the right ladies to help Riko and me. That way you dont have to get into it until we are dealing with the known artifacts. That sounds like a good idea to me, sweetheart. So that little project is yours and Rikos to handle. Once you have it down to a manageable level, I'll work with both of you to sort it out. Be sure you let Carlton know what your doing, and he gives you access to the storage location. John left and just walked about for a time, needing to think clearly, and be away from the coins and diary he was reading. The enormity of the problem, and the lack of knowledge, was just mind blowing. He was sure he knew how people felt, being told they were going to move people to the moon and they had not yet placed a man in space. They had a ton of questions and unknown issues just like he did now. To get this under control he needed a decision tree just for this project. That would be built off of a question list he would need to prepare. So the early questions needed to be thought out, and now. Each, he was sure, would bring more question, but just in one direction. His mind right now was scattered over a wide area, so he was not seeing things he needed to. Doing this right would require assigning people to areas of the project, then standing back and letting them handle it. So picking the right people would be his job for each area of responsibility. Then he would problem solve with each of them, and provide support where needed. He needed to not be tied to the work in any one area, and looking over the whole project. This would allow him some feelings of how things should go. Now at least he had a start to the project. Thinking about it, he decided to call it project Venture. It seemed some how appropriate for this project, here it was nothing ventured, nothing gained. There was just so much knowledge that had been lacking for so long that needed to be found, bits and pieces were just not answers. That was all ten thousand years had produced to this point. He called Jimmy and Tommy and asked them to come see him. Next he called David and asked him to come as well. Carlton would be here shortly and the group would sit down and work out the start of the plan. Carlton came into the office and sat before the desk. Boss, things are getting really odd. We have more platinum coins and a lot of gold ones from the other side of the reef. No one understands the language on any of them. I'm not surprised as I figured if this boat came, others had to as well, in the past. Your saying this is not all from the same boat? I dont think so, Carlton. Kelly, Riko and a group of ladies who are native here, will go through what you find and decide what is from the islands here. Those items will go to a shrine for the lost people. What is left over Dana, Riko, Kelly, Kendra and I'll go over and see what we feel is from the other dimension. All of those items need to be studied for what can be learned. When Jimmy, Tommy and David walked into the office, John took them out on the balcony where each was given a tablet and pen. OK, now I am going to send some of you into outer space. I am seriously considering sending a mission into the other dimension. That would be 1 aircraft carrier with some aircraft, 1 submarine and may be 2 Ticonderoga class missile cruisers, we have ten that have been converted to nuclear power. From what I have seen so far, there is no competition for that small fleet in that dimension. Any questions so far? Jimmy was confused,What do you need Tommy and me for? This is going to be a major project. I need a good decision tree and several people will need to be filling in their parts of that data. You guys will have to build me a tree like the one used to get the islands started. The closest I can come to how critical this is, would be the idea in the 60s to go to the moon. We had never placed a man in orbit around this planet or anything out there. We didn't have a good rocket to lift anything into space, so going to the moon was just a wild idea. Kennedy challenged the scientists, and if they failed, they would be embarrassed. I see where your thinking of going and can see some value in that. But how does it compare to the moon landing? Jimmy had to have data. Tell me all you know about the other dimension Jimmy? I didn't know there was another dimension until just a few minutes ago. We know it has existed for at least ten thousand years. Many of Japan's people came from that dimension. The religion of both Japan and here came from there as well. I see where you're headed, but dont understand why? In ten thousand years there is no firm history of that dimension. We do know many think it is evil. If you agree with that, then why are so many of the people who came here peaceful? Some say there are monsters in the seas, the same was said of the oceans in our dimension many years ago. So far, I'm dealing with old tales that have no basis in fact. So we need to find out what is, or is not, real. That is going to be a challenge, and a big one, as we are stepping out into the completely unknown. That statement shocked them all. How little was known, the lack of any real facts and the amount of knowledge lacking was big. David looked at John and smiled. I dont think I would send my family on that cruise. Now I see what your concerns are, and the many issues we need to examine. No one will be forced to do this on my side. It'll all be volunteers, and they must know it is possible they could be lost and never come back. Dana walked out on the balcony looking pale. The map is not on any paper, it is drawn on human skin. I ran every test I could and they all proved that was fact. John handed the map to David, who could not believe the difference between the current islands and what the map showed. But many of the islands out from the Shangri-La Islands were not shown at all. I need to have this map compared with current ones. You'll find it in the file called Project Venture. I got a very good scan of it and a few other maps found later. The landmasses on them are not like the ones in our dimension at all. It's like the two dimensions over the years formed quite differently. We dont match and, are not like what was projected by current science theories. Jimmy now was really shaken up. This is unreal, and like nothing I have ever been involved in. I'll be happy to run the decision tree for you, but I want nothing to do with this project outside of that. Maps on human skin I just cant handle. Come on, Tommy, we'll go back and start the tree for john and his people. It will be called Project Venture John. The two young men left and were not feeling well. I'm not so sure some of our own cultures didn't use skin as maps, so I cant take any stand on that issue. But the audacity of what your suggesting is bigger than the moon shot. We need some professors involved, and from a military point of view, a working group to start. If we're going to step into the unknown, it needs a lot of planning to have any chance of coming back? It's possible we could have to live out our lives there and that must be considered. Carlton was wistful right now and he saw many pitfalls. I'm going to offer the Emperor the chance to send people with ours. This impacts Japan as well as us, and they need to share the burden. David could see the logic, and liked the idea. That will make it less stressful for our population. I'd like to see half of the people from Japan, but it will have to be our ships, as theirs are not nuclear powered. Having the needed fuel is critical to any chance to come home. But with no assurance of coming back it will need to be a mixed crew. Carlton knew the hard part was going to be choosing the leader. How do we select the leader of this show? David looked at them both. I am leading it, and my wife is my navigator. She is very good at shooting stars and plotting our course when we sail. We are going well beyond what this map shows, and will have to make our own. With Silvias background in computer graphics, that'll make mapping easy. She can map the ocean floor from sonar scans, as well as the surface features, or lack of them. Then she needs to serve from day one on your group. Having a womans input may be very helpful, as men may want to be bold when that is not the best answer. John liked this idea. Silvia is no shrinking violet, and will say what she thinks. Some of our friends from Japan may have problems with that. That's my worry, and I'll handle it. The people who come here for this project will most likely stay after it is done. We will take mostly US trained scientists, and only those who speak good English for the military. It will be a joint venture under our control. You handle the recruiting, and we will start the planning. If decisions are needed, you will be invited to that meeting. For simple research and planning we will operate kind of open and free, just well documented on the tree. David and Carlton left the balcony. I see this is going to fly. In talking with Kendra, she is scared, and it shows as she tries to hide it. There is something there she is not talking about, John. But I think you need to find out what it is. Now as for the girl, she needs to be in a locked set of rooms without access to the outside. Per Kendra, she should not be allowed freedom here right now. I assume this was not explained to you? No, she just told me what I told you. But she seemed completely freaked out going into that hospital to sit with the girl. I am smelling something here I dont like, I need to find what it is. Dana left, and John walked down to the garage area and looked over the gardens here. He just could not put a finger on the reason he didn't trust Kendra any more. She was an odd duck, compared to the other native people. Kelly caught up with him. Something is eating you up and I'm willing to help, if you want? I would love to know when Kendra came here. The history of her and her brother would be of great interest. Your thinking they didn't come from this dimension? God, for her age Kelly could almost read Johns mind. I am starting to feel that way. She has held back far more than she should have, and not been completely truthful with us. I wont say she lied, but she evades telling the truth nicely. Thinking back over the many dealings Kelly had with her, she could see dad's point and it angered her. OK, I just never looked that closely before. But she has often, when asked a very direct question, avoided me or just failed to answer it. I'm going to place her in a room here for prisoners. There is nothing she can use to kill herself, so she will be safe. A few days of quiet and meditation should help her make the decision she must make on her own. There is water fed into that room, and breakfast will be sent in each day. She will see and hear no one until I decide to go talk with her. John knew without knowing why it was the right move? Tomorrow, I'll start tracing her and her family. How they became rulers here will be very interesting to me. We need to know how far back they go, and where their wealth came from. I'll need one of Carltons pilots for a helicopter to fly me where this leads me. But I should be able to give you a lot of data to question her at some point. John called Jackson and asked him to come up to the garage area. When he got there what John wanted was laid out and made clear to him. There was to be a guard on the door at all times. Any who came walking by were to be logged, and John advised at once. Yes there was some paranoia in his feelings. But he had never checked out the staff here. Once back in his office he had to know. Carlton, did anyone ever check out my staff here before they were hired? We checked out one woman who was to run your staff, and she was fine. She hired the rest and they were never checked. I dont know why, but it slipped through the cracks. I want everyone here picked up and checked out completely. They can't be together, and cant be able to commit suicide where they are held. Get someone over to the hospital and be sure the girl is safe from Kendra. Have her checked out for any possible problems including poisons. Get moving and fast. It didn't take five minutes and people were found, and being lead out of the house by security. A team of technicians started checking out every item in the kitchen, and opened bottles in bedrooms. All food and personal items were boxed and replaced with good items. Carlton came in and sat down in front of Johns desk. The IV that had just been started was being injected by Kendra when my woman walked in. We stopped the drip and have the syringe she was using. The lab is checking it out now for what it contains. Where did this come from? Dana was telling me Kendra was scared to death going into the hospital. That was just not normal for the woman. She has come close to lying to me and Kelly as well at different times. My instincts said she was not from this dimension and knew we would pick up on it sooner or later. She saw far too much in my home, and that was going to force her hand. We have removed every bit of food from the kitchen and replaced it. All personal items were also removed if opened and they will all be checked. I have engineers going over every bit of the water system and storage area. If it can be reached we are checking it. A bomb sniffing dog is being walked through the whole accommodations area, with one for drugs going right behind. We even pulled all the laundry detergents and softeners to check them for anything outside of normal. How are you checking them? The same lab Dana used on the skin map. They will run GC/MS on each and every item. That will be compared with the product that is a known good sample. If anything is found we will step up our checks. Our lab tech is going to take a sample of each family members blood, urine and hair so it will be checked as well. I get the idea you see the threat as I did? With what Kendra was doing at the hospital? Hell yes, she is a threat. Our lack of doing proper checks on each person working here is just inexcusable. That will never happen again, I assure you. What you have are people who can shed much light on the project. My gut tells me that other dimension is way behind us in development. It may be back five thousand years in our time scale. We are talking wood ships, and small ones at that. They were, I am sure, ships with sails. My guess is bows and arrows or spears are used to fight. We found rope and wooden blocks for pulleys, not much metal was used on any ship. They will bring you a lot more coins to be checked out later today. The rest will be at the port customs warehouse for Kelly and Riko. I'd say it will all be done in two more days. By the way, how many workers did we have here? I never knew that. You had seven, and two yard boys who lived with their mothers. We'll need to re-staff and that will take training time. Nope, Shelby and Mrs. Minch have agreed to return to work for you. The cooking is Mrs. Minchs, and the house staff is Shelbys. They are both moving into one of the apartments now and thrilled about this change. Shelby has missed Kelly and the twins, and Mrs. Minch misses the company you guys gave her. Well, that will start things back to normal. Did you search the people's rooms? Sure did, and found some very interesting things. There were two small snakes that no one here had ever seen before. The largest was maybe six inches long. The university has them now doing tests for venom and poisons. Not just its fangs, but the mouth and body as well. They are looking to see if any toxins are produced. We have several books for you to look at, and clothing like we have never seen before. That will all be at the warehouse for the checking of items. The books, after being checked out, will be on the computer for you to read. Just look in your project folder. I dont think you want those skin covered books here? Good call, Carlton, it kind of weirds me out having the map. But look at the covers under ultraviolet light, both inside and out, I picked up some really interesting things on the map that way. Those scans are in my folder also. Be sure the pages are paper as well and do them under the light. I dont know how they read what they wrote, but they did some writing that can't be seen normally? One more issue, does the girl have a guard on her room? As soon as her tests are done they are bringing her here. One of our security people speaks the native language, and she explained to the girl who saw this coming. It caused her to cry. But that woman is staying with her until she is brought here. Jackson walked in and smiled at John. This place is shutdown like an air tight flask and no one will be getting in. I have sixty scouts now, and we are running twenty per shift. Every inch of this place will be checked out and anything odd checked into. We, like Carlton suggested, are looking for any reptiles around here that should not be. If you or anyone sees a snake, frog, spider or other odd houseguest call us at once. We'll handle it and keep you safe. That seemed wise, and John would be sure the family followed that rule. Any other things we need to be aware of? If not, I would like to suggest that you run DNA samples on each of the people arrested. It would be interesting to see how their DNA compares to ours. In all the confusion, we haven't considered that, but it will be done tonight. I wonder if a significant difference is possible between them and us? The only way to find out is to run the tests. If it is different, we can then check every native born here for that difference, as we have his or her DNA print. They were never compared in any way. The DNA was just a sure way to identify. Now I have messed up your day, so you need to go get the million things done, John laughed. Carlton left with Jackson and John looked out to the shore where people were still working. This entire move had brought danger, and yet, some excitement. Kelly came out and sat with John. Daddy, we are done with the current platinum coins. We have ninety coins with additional writing on them. But there are only ten messages, and seem pretty cryptic to me? Dear, everything about this is cryptic to all of us. These people place no real value on life, from what I'm seeing so far. They are way less educated than we are, and seem almost barbaric in many ways. Then, why do we want to go there? It might be a good time to show power, and really cause them to fear us. If they knew we could hurt them badly, they might stop coming here. I'm sure many native people have been killed or taken by them. They both got up and headed to their baths to shower and get ready for dinner.

Marcie the Explorer (Mg, ped, cons) Edited by Lance Vargas I knew I should have called earlier, but I did not expect to get into town until much later. University travel took me to St. Louis, where my son lives, and I had planned on having dinner with him the next evening after I had settled into my hotel room. But here I was at 4pm, four hours earlier, and I knew I would feel guilty not letting him know I was here. Already I felt a small pang not telling him of this last-minute trip beforehand. So I rang him up. Voice mail picked up so I left him a message telling him what's up and asking if he had plans for the evening. My cell rang just a couple of minutes later. It was Josh. "Hey Dad," he began, "you're really in town?" I knew he would be surprised as I hadn't seen him since Christmas, not long after the divorce. Fortunately, he was able to spend the holidays with me with Jacob in tow. I made sure that Santa was over generous to my only grandchild. "Yes sir," I answered, "just touched down a few minutes ago, actually. On my way to the Marriott to check in." "You're seeing someone near the airport?" "No, this is where Prudence booked me. Actually have a project starting at Wash U." "Well, damn, Dad, I wish I would have known. You could have stayed here." "Yeah, I know, but this was so sudden..." "You could still stay here, you know, if you can cancel. Except..." "No, it's ok. And you probably already have plans." "Yeah, that's what I was going to say. Meghan and I are going out tonight..." "Meghan?" "Yeah, she's a friend of mine, and I've got tickets to a concert tonight." "You're dating already?" "Dad, come on. Yeah, of course. Anyway, I have Jacob for a couple of days, and I already have a sitter lined up for tonight..." "Wait! You're going to get a sitter for my grandson when I'm in town. I'm coming over." "Dad, wait, Meghan's daughter is here, too. The sitter will be taking care of both of them." "Oh, well, ok. No problem. Listen, I'll go check in and give you a call tomorrow. Maybe you and Jacob and I can have dinner tomorrow night." "Dad, why don't you just come over and stay here. The sitter's a great lady, and I know she wouldn't mind you being here." "I don't want to get in anyones way..." I said more to avoid meeting a "great lady" than to be nice. Josh has taken the opportunity to set me up with "women my age" for a couple of years, when in reality, I'm not the least bit interested in women my age. "Don't be silly. I can't wait to see you. I'm on my way home now too. Jacob, say hi to grandpa." I heard Jacob on the other end get excited as only a five-year-old can. And I got excited knowing I would see him in a few minutes, too. We hung up, and I steered the rental West. This would work out perfectly since he lived not far from the university, and I wouldn't have to contend with that much morning traffic. Before I reached his neighborhood my phone rang again. It was Josh. "Dad, I got a humongous favor to ask." "How humongous?" "My babysitter crapped out this evening, and I hate to ask this, but could you... would you mind terribly staying with Jacob and Marcie tonight? I'm only asking this because I got Jimmy Buffett tickets, and well... damn, I sound selfish." "Oh don't be silly," I interrupted. "I do anything for a few hours with my grandson. But what about your girlfriend's little girl?" "She'll be fine. I already talked to Meghan. And Marcie's very personable for a 7-year-old. You guys will get along just fine. And she loves Jacob like a little brother." "Whoa, sounds serious!" "Dad, you know what I mean. Anyway, I'll owe you big time for this. Man, I hate that you come to town and I ask you to do this." "Son, like I said. Don't feel bad about it. I really would love to do it." When I stepped out of the car on the driveway Jacob burst out of the house with his dad reprimanding him in the background. "Grandpa!" he screamed as he jumped in my arms. I got the biggest bear hug from that little fireball. I gave my son a one-armed hug while hoisting Jacob. Actually he was holding me tightly. We were sitting on the couch with a Guinness catching up when the doorbell rang. Meghan and Marcie had arrived with luggage. At that moment I realized it was a bit more serious than just dating. Meghan was gorgeous, of course. My son has an eye for the ladies, and it was apparent that Marcie would follow in her mother's footsteps except where her mother was a brunette, Marcie had a long blonde ponytail. She was cute as a button and could have been a child model. And Josh was right, she was very intelligent and could hold quite a conversation with adults, even this old adult. Meghan watched our interaction and later told Josh that Marcie was very comfortable with me, so it was ok for me to stay with her. Apparently, Meghan had reservations about this old grandpa watching kids. Not like I hadn't watched four of my own before. Finally Meghan seemed comfortable enough with me to open up a bit. "I would have never known you were Josh's dad, I swear," she said to me as we sat on the sofa together. "You don't think we favor one another?" I asked. "No, there's a strong resemblance, but you looked like you would be his older brother or something." I had to laugh, "Sweetheart, that's a line that I use on women to sell them something." "Oh, I'm serious. I didn't mean it as a line or being funny..." She was flustered. "Hah, I didn't mean to rattle you, but thank you for the compliment." She really was beautiful and even more so when she was blushing. "So if you're Jacob's grandpa I guess that means you'll be mine, too, right?" Marcie surprised me by jumping in my lap. "MARCIE!" cried her mother. "For tonight I'm your grandpa, too. OK?" I comforted the little girl. "Goodie!" And just like that she jumped off my lap seemingly satisfied with my answer. "I just don't know about her," Meghan tried to nervously explain. "She's a beautiful little girl. Don't even worry about it." "Thank you, but she can be a handful, just let me warn you. You'd be surprised at what comes out of her mouth sometimes." "I've survived Josh's two sisters, I think I still remember a thing or two about little girls." I chuckled. "Well you did a fantastic job with Josh. I've never met someone as kind and courteous as him. Not to mention good looking like his dad." She winked at me. "Twenty-five years ago I might have been in competition with him for such a pretty girl," I winked back. We talked for a bit more until it was time for them to get ready. They were leaving at eight and the kids would be heading for bed at 8:30. So my evening would be my own. Even though I would be alone I was happy to be here than in a hotel room without a doubt. The kids kissed and hugged their respective parents good night and I followed them to the door as they left. For just a brief moment I got a pang as I watched them leave. It reminded me of my wife and I going out when the kids were young. The heart will always grieve a lost love, and little things like that bring it to the surface again. SpongeBob was blaring, and I walked into the living room to see two little zombies focused on the big screen. "Anybody want a snack? I'm making popcorn." Neither one made a sound or even acknowledged my presence. But when I walked in with the big bowl they immediately parted on the sofa and let me sit between them. They almost literally dove into the bowl looking like two starved waifs who couldn't stuff enough popcorn into their mouths. Popcorn was flying everywhere. "You're going to have to clean up this mess," I warned. And in a heartbeat they were off the sofa picking up the popcorn that had spilled and popping it into their mouths. "Hey, that's dirty!" I reprimanded them. "No, it's not," said Jacob. "See?" And he popped another kernel into his mouth. Marcie was keeping up pretty good too. I lifted the bowl and asked if they had picked up everything. "Nope, one right here," Marcie said and she picked up one right in my crotch. The sudden motion and the feel of her hand there caused me to jump, but I hoped neither one noticed. "Sorry," she smiled as she chewed. She noticed. When I put up the empty bowl I told them "Bedtime in 10 minutes. If you brush your teeth now I'll let you stay up an extra five." Jacob hit pause on the remote, and they both vanished into the bathroom. Then it dawned on me, I didn't even know where Marcie was going to sleep? In Jacob's room? In the spare room where I was? And where was Meghan staying? I didn't ponder that question further. Jacob was back almost too quickly. "Let me see them teeth" I said. And he opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue. Yeah, he smelled like toothpaste but I knew that trick about swallowing a little bit. So I inspected his teeth closely. They passed. Marcie saw what I was doing and volunteered her open mouth for inspection as well. I told her it looks good to me. She then stuck out her tongue and licked the top of my finger that was on her chin. Then she winked at me. What a strange little girl. But I guess she was lonesome for attention. I never asked Josh about the father situation thinking that was none of my business right now. I sat on the sofa and they laid down next to me and each other facing the television. Then Marcie said to Jacob "Hey if you put your head like this you can see better." And she propped her head on my leg. I brushed her hair. Jacob imitated her, and I brushed his head as he lay against me too. It wasn't five minutes more before Jacob was out. Marcie continued watching tv. I finally whispered to her "Sweetheart, I'm going to put Jacob in his room." She lifted her head so I could get up, and I gently lifted Jacob. I put him in his bed and made sure he was covered. I walked back into the living room and announced, "I'm going to take a quick shower. Are you ok?" She just nodded at me and not even looked my way. I did make it a quick shower and in five minutes I was back the living room and ready for bed myself. "Where are you going to sleep?" I asked her. "I usually just sleep on the sofa right here, if that's ok." she answered. "Usually?" I thought. This is a lot more serious than I knew. "Well, ok, I'm going to sit in this chair...." and I made a motion toward the recliner. "No, please come back. I liked laying on you." She finally turned and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to sit back where I was before, and she firmly planted her head on my thigh again. She then grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels until she came across this teen show about high school witches or something. I wasn't keeping track since I was a bit tired myself. I mindlessly thumbed through the Readers Digest that was on the end table while the tv droned in the background. I was very comfortable with this little girl resting against me, and I thought she was falling asleep. Before I knew it I was dozing off, too, when all of a sudden I hear her say, "Your wee-wee is hard." "What?" was all I managed to choke out. I was embarrassed beyond belief to know that the stimulation of the back of her head against me caused me to get an erection, and my mind desperately looked for a way to get out of the situation. "I said your wee wee is hard. See?" And she reached back with her little hand and squeezed my solid penis directly. I stifled the huge reflex to jump from my seat, but reached and took her hand away from my penis. "Who told you about 'wee-wees' geting hard, and don't you know you shouldn't say that?" "Why not? It is hard, isn't it? Anyway, my Daddy told me about them getting hard. His did all the time." Before I could check myself, my curiosity blurted out "You felt your Daddy's wee-wee get hard?" "Oh yeah, a lot when I could see him. Before he went to jail and now I can't see him anymore." "Because he's in jail?" "No, not no more. But I'm not allowed to see him again." "Was it because you touched his wee-wee?" "Yeah, probably. Mommy got all upset and everything and I guess that started it all." So Dad's a pervert huh, I thought to myself. Poor little girl. She's probably scarred for life, and that asshole deserves to be sitting in jail. "Yours feels bigger than his," she exclaimed as she quickly squeezed me again. I jumped this time. "Marcie, you can't do that!" I yelled. "You'll get me in trouble too!" "Oh I would never tell anybody ever again." she explained. "That's not what I mean. It's not right for a little girl to touch a man or a boy right there." "Why not?" she turned over and rested on her elbows looking into my eyes. "Because it's just not right. That's a private area. Didn't your mother teach you about private areas?" "Oh yes, she did" And she immediately bounced up on her knees and pulled her panties down to show me. "MARCIE!" I yelled again. "Your private area is private! Do you now what that means? It means it's only for you and not to share with anyone." "But my Daddy really liked when I touched his wee-wee. He said it made it bigger and harder." This was going to be an uphill battle with this poor little girl with a warped sense of sexuality. But I was surprised at my prurient interest in wanting to listen to her talk more about it. "What did he do to you?" I asked carefully. "What do you mean?" she looked puzzled. "I mean did he touch you too? In your private place?" I grew bolder. "No, he never ever touched me right there. But he loved me and he kissed me and would hug me tight." She looked lost in a memory. I took the opportunity to sit back on the sofa. "I don't know why everybody got so mad," she continued. "He never hurt me at all. He loved me. He told me that." "When did you start touching him?" My prurient desires were driving my brain now. "I dunno. I guess when I was five. Daddy was living at his house and I would go and stay with him sometimes." "They were already split up?" "Huh? Oh yeah, Daddy moved out when I was three or four. I don't even remember. I don't remember him at our house really." "So he just made you touch his wee-wee?" "No, not at first. I mean it was an accident the first time. That was when Cheryl was at his house that time." "Who's Cheryl?" "That was his girlfriend then. She worked at Hooters I think. She had big boobies. I saw them in his bedroom and they didn't have any clothes on. When Daddy saw me he jumped out of bed and told me to go back to bed. He walked me to my room and I saw his wee-wee and it was hard and bouncing up and down when he walked. I asked him what it was and he told me it was his wee-wee. I remember I said that was a funny name and that it looked funny. I still think it's a funny name, but I don't think it looks funny anymore." "Did you wonder why it was hard and sticking out?" And as I asked his I felt my erection growing firmer again. "I thought it always stuck out then. But now I know it's when a man likes a girl that it sticks out. Do you like me?" she asked as she looked at the front of my shorts which were tenting out. "I do like you," I said. "Did you make it hard because you like me?" "I don't know. I think you just made it hard." "How did I do that?" "Well, just because you were talking about it, I guess. And when you touched it it did get harder." "Like this?" and she reached and gave me another squeeze. This time I didn't jump but enjoyed the sensation of her little hand against my erection. "Wow, it's very big. It feels much bigger than my Daddy's." "But it's been a while since you touched your Daddy's." "Yeah, but I remember. His wasn't that big. Can I see it?" she asked innocently. "Oh, I don't think I should do that. Touching was enough." "Please? I swear to God I won't tell anybody. Not anybody. Not even my Mommy." she pleaded. "Still, Darling, it's not right. You don't even know me or if I'm a bad man." I warned. "I know you and you're a good man! You didn't hurt me and I don't think you're going to hurt me, right?" "You are absolutely right. I would never hurt such a pretty little girl." I petted her pretty blonde hair. "Then can I see it?" she blurted excitedly. "Oh, Sweetie," I said with a strained voice. "Wait here." I ran to check on Jacob who was sleeping peacefully. Then I made sure that all doors were locked, window shades were pulled and glanced at the clock. 8:50. Safe. I sat back down on the sofa next to her and she looked at my crotch with her face in her palms resting on her elbows. With a sharp exhale I lifted my butt from the sofa and quickly pulled my shorts to my knees. My "wee-wee" immediately sprang back up, and I watched her face as her eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open. "Oh my god, I knew it was bigger than Daddy's!" she exclaimed. "It looks like it's breathing. Why is it all red on the end?" "Wasn't your Dad's red like that?" "No, his was the same color all over. Yours looks purple it's so red! Look how it bounces!" I swear I could have reached an orgasm just by her staring at my penis so intently. I also noticed that she was breathing hard, too. "You have a lot of hair, too! And on your legs, too. Wow, all over! My Daddy didn't have a lot of hair like that. Just a little bit right there," she said moving her hand beneath my shaft and touching my lower belly. "Can I?" she moved her hand over my penis. I couldn't answer. Her touch was so electrifying that the shock actually prevented me from having an orgasm right then. She had done this before because she knew where to touch. "It kind of looks like it's mad. I know it's bigger than my Daddy's now because his could fit in my mouth, and I know I couldn't put this in my mouth." The thought of what she said made me shudder. She performed oral sex on her dad. And my immediate thought was would she do it to me? "Why did you put your Dad's in your mouth?" I had to ask. "To milk him, Silly. That's one of the ways I would milk him. Daddy said that Mommy's milk comes out of her boobies but, Daddy's milk comes out of his wee wee," she explained so innocently. "And sometimes I would just milk him with my hands. That's my favorite way because I can see the milk come out." "Does this hurt?" she asked me innocently. "Not a bit." I managed to croak. "Do you want me to take off my clothes, too?" "Why? Do you want to take off your clothes?" I asked. "Daddy would make me take off my clothes so I didn't get any of his milk on them. But then he would make me drink it so it didn't matter. But I liked taking off my clothes with him." Just listening to her what she was saying was driving me insane. I called her father a pervert, and here I am enjoying the same pleasures he did. I must be perverted too. She released my penis long enough to shimmy out of her nightgown and panties, and sat next to me completely nude. "Do you want to take off your clothes too?" she asked. I thought about checking on Jacob again, but she grasped my erection again, which caused me to stay right where I was. I pulled off my t-shirt and stood up to take my shorts off completely. She stood up with me. "You have hair all over your chest too! Golly, look, your wee-wee reaches the top of my head." She came closer to me and put her hands on my chest digging her small fingers in my curly hair. But I immediately noticed she held the tip of my erection right between her eyebrows. Then she wrapped both arms around my legs and hugged me tightly, her face snuggled right up against my penis and scrotum. "Your sack is huge, too," she said from below. "I can see your balls; they're big too," and she nudged them with her chin. "Careful," I whispered. "I know." she said. "Do you want to see if I can put it in my mouth?" she asked as she grasped it once more. "If you want" is what I said. What I wanted to say is yes, oh yes, please just please put it in your mouth. I watched as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and placed her lips on my glans. The shining purple helmet against her lily white skin was almost shocking. She tried to fit as much of it in but was only able to mouth about half of the head. That was enough for her. She began moving her head back and forth and sucking on the end. I felt her other hand gently massaging my shaft back and forth. Before I could warn her or even say a word I felt my balls begin to churn and from deep within my depths an orgasm swelled. Even though I couldn't tell her I knew she was ready for what was to come because she braced herself by widening her stance and holding on tight to my shaft with both hands. My semen shot into her with such force that it should have knocked her back, but instead she forced more of me into her mouth and held on tightly. And that only caused me to shoot even more forcefully into her. I heard her sniff and cough, but she never moved her head. I emptied myself down her throat, and she never winced. Finally the feeling was too intense to let her touch me further, so I gently pushed her shoulders away, and her mouth separated from my glans. She breathed heavily. My erection subsided only slightly; I felt like a teenager again. "Oh, Marcie, wait. It's too sensitive to touch." I warned. It was as if she knew. And she kept her mouth away, but still held on to my shaft with both hands. "Your milk tastes very good," she finally said. "I'm glad," I answered. "I need to sit down, please." I leaned back towards the sofa and dropped back onto it causing her to release her grip. "Can I sit on you?" she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Of course you can. Come up here; just be careful." It was a shock when she jumped up on me, but instead of sitting in my lap she placed both legs on either side of my hips and placed my penis directly between her legs against my stomach. "I love you, you know." she said as she looked in my eyes. "Marcie. Remember, you can't tell anyone about what we did. And I love you, too." I said as sternly as I could. "Oh, I would never tell anyone. I promise! I never want to get you in trouble. You're getting hard again." She was right. I looked between us and saw my member again standing straight up. "I don't think I can swallow anymore." she almost cried. "Oh, Darling," I hugged her. "I would never make you do anything you don't want." And as I hugged her I rocked her back and forth, soon realizing the effect on me. But what I didn't realize was the effect on her. "That feels good," she cooed. "You like that?" I asked continuing to rock her back and forth across my penis. "Yes," she said, and I felt her hips begin to rock back and forth. "Hold on," I said, and I moved my butt down on the sofa and laid more horizontally. I held on to her little hips and moved her backwards and forwards across my erection. I watched her eyes close halfway as her little blonde head bobbed back and forth. She was lost in the moment as pleasure overtook her. "Oh, I can't do that anymore, it's starting to hurt." she cried. "Is it hurting or does it feel too good?" I asked. "I don't know, but I gotta stop." She backed away from my penis. The stimulation was apparently too much for her. "Can I do this?" she asked as the grabbed my erection in her hands again. "You can do whatever you'd like," I replied as I closed my eyes and rested my head. "It's been a long time since I did this," she said excitedly as she began to masturbate me. Again, she knew exactly what she was doing and how to do it because she was an expert at it. So gentle yet so forceful. I don't think I've had another adult give me such pleasure with their hands. And here a small child is coaxing another orgasm out of me. "I think he's ready," she said, and she was right because before I knew it I was spewing all over my chest. It was not as forceful as before, but it was prolific. It was all over me and her hands. Instead of avoiding the area she leaned down and hugged my chest tight. I looked down at her, and she looked at me. Then we kissed. I've never kissed a child like that before, and likely will never again. It was an adult kiss. It was a private kiss between lovers. It was also a kiss that a 50-year-old should never have with a 7-year-old. But it happened. She laid her head against my neck beneath my chin. I realized that what I was tasting was my own semen that was in her mouth. That was a first for me. Of course, this was a night of firsts for me. I glanced at the clock, and it was 9:30, and tomorrow was a school day. That sounded so strange to me that I just violated this small child, and now I was worried about her getting enough sleep so she would have a good day in school. "Marcie, you need to take a bath," I instructed her. I grabbed our clothes that had been strewn about and lead her to the bathroom. The tub was filled, and I gently picked her up and placed her in it. I then got in myself. I scrubbed her gently with a soapy washcloth paying particular attention to her chest and groin to insure that no semen remained. I then washed myself. She remained passive. I could tell she was tired. A put her gown back on, and now she was ready for bed. I tucked her into the bed in my room and kissed her goodnight. She sleepily told me she loved me again. I told her I loved her as well and to get some sleep. The sofa would be my bed this evening so I gathered an extra pillow and blanket from the hall closet. I didn't hear when Josh and Meghan came home, but when I awoke in the morning the girls were already gone. Josh explained they had gone home when they got back. He wanted to wake me up to go to bed but I looked comfortable where I was. Indeed I was. All of this happened a bit more than 10 years ago, but I was reminded of it recently. My project in St. Louis lasted for a few months so I had an opportunity to stay with my son on a few more occasions. And each time Marcie and I found time to be alone together. But with each successive visit the attachment became much more than physical for me. When Josh called one day and told in passing that he and Meghan decided to call things off I remember being literally heartsick. Jacob had a tough time losing his friend, but I had no idea how Marcie took the news that she would never see me again. What brought all of this back was when I paid a visit to Josh and his wife about a month ago. One morning I fetched the newspaper and saw this beautiful girl on the local sports page who was offered a softball scholarship at a local university. It was Marcie. Another article noted that her school had a game that afternoon and she was starting pitcher. I decided to take a chance and take in a ball game. I also decided that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to talk to her, but I would still like to see her - to see what type of person she had become. She was more beautiful than ever, and even more attractive than her mother was. But it was easy to see what the scouts saw in her. She was quite formidable on the mound - power with grace. It was a sight to see, and I soaked in every moment, of course, while thinking about our time 10 years ago. She pitched the entire game, and they trounced their opponent handily. My heart swelled as I watched her team rush the mound to embrace her and the celebration began. I sadly left my seat for the parking lot, but as I passed the dugout gate I heard a voice crying to me, "Grandpa, Grandpa?" as if questioning. Turning to look I saw it was Marcie breaking the embrace of one of her teammates as they were leaving the field. I smiled at her and said "Hello, Marcie." "Oh my god," she screamed and ran to embrace me in a not too gentle hug. Sitting and drinking a soda together in a small cafe I asked again if she didn't want to go and celebrate with her friends. She assured me she would rather be with me than anywhere else in the world right now. I felt flattered but also sad that I could not have been part of this girl's life except for those perverted acts I allowed. Apparently, she had other thoughts completely. She explained how sad she was that her mom and Josh never got together, but she and Jacob were still friends in school, even though he was a couple of years behind her. But she was very sad that she never saw me again. Neither of us addressed the elephant in the room until she said spoke up. "I never told anyone you know," she said with her head bowed somewhat and looking up at me. "You don't know how grateful I am for that. I probably would still be in jail," I murmured. "I'm sorry I did that; you have no idea how sorry I am." "Oh my god, I'm not sorry at all! You could have been a monster to me, but instead you were so gentle. That's all I remember was how good you were to me. I was a very lucky little girl. And just so you know, I've never done anything like that ever again." She paused, and I was wondering if I should say anything. "The reason...," she began and then stopped. "The reason I never did that again was because I was waiting for you. I know this sounds so silly coming from a little girl, but I told you I loved you and I meant it. I know now that you probably didn't mean it, too, but it was very special to me." My heart was in my throat. "Marcie, when I would tell you I loved you I really meant it then. Just like now." I abruptly shut up fearing I said too much. There was an awkward silence, and we both strained not to look at one another. Then Marcie looked at the table and played with the wrapper from her straw and said, "I got another scholarship offer today..." She paused for effect, "... from TCU." She kept her head low but looked upwards at me seeing the surprised look on my face. "In Fort Worth?" I asked stupidly wondering if there's another TCU. "Yeah," she half smiled. "I, uh, I live like a couple of blocks off campus, did you..." She cut me off with a nod of her head. "If you need a place to stay..." and I stopped myself. The offer was superfluous. She grabbed my hands across the table and looked at me. The door to the cafe opened and a man came in. We both glanced sideways, and she suddenly said, "I have to go. I'm sorry. My coach." We stood up and hugged as if we would never see each other again. So we quickly exchanged phone numbers "just in case," and I kissed her on the top of her head and told her goodbye. I watched her go talk to her coach, and I left without further fanfare. My heart was so heavy and conflicted that I didn't know what to think. I sat in my car for at least two minutes before driving away. The text message tone shook me out of my funk and I pulled over in a restaurant parking lot thinking Josh needed me to stop by a store on the way home. I sat and looked at the text on the screen. I felt my face flush and the gloom from my heart lift. I read it again and again: "I accepted TCU. See you soon!" --- Read all stories in Lance's library at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas

Annabelle Stays Over (Mg, hj, bj) Edited by Lance Vargas --- I was puzzled when I entered the kitchen door and heard Mom say "There he is now. Ask him." Mom was usually the only person home after school, so I wondered who was visiting since I didn't see a car on the curb. When I glanced in the kitchen I was surprised to see a small blonde head peering above the counter sitting on a barstool. I recognized her as our neighbor's kid that I saw every so often down the street. "Toy, this is Annabelle. Annabelle, Toy," Mom announced. I nodded my head and said "hey." Annabelle said "I know you! I see you when you cut the grass." I chuckled, "that's me," and I put my book bag in the corner and headed upstairs. "Wait, Toy, Annabelle wants to ask you something," Mom stopped me. "Huh?" was all I could manage to grunt. What would a five-year-old want to ask me? I've got things to do, enemies to frag, I'm a busy guy. "Annabelle has a question, if you don't mind," Mom said with raised eyebrows meaning "You better stay right there, young man, and listen." "Yes, Annabelle, what is your question?" I asked trying to muster as much patience as I could, which was not much after I had plans with my freedom having just been released from my senior classes for the day. It didn't help that she stuttered. I don't think it was a regular condition with her, but apparently my mood didn't make her comfortable. "I... I was wondering... I mean, I was talking to your mom... and I... I wanted to know...," she rattled on. It was excruciating. Mom, seeing as how my patience was waning and having given her enough of a chance completed the request, "She wants to know if she can sleep upstairs tonight so she can see her house from here." "What?" I asked more puzzled than ever now. "Annabelle will be staying with us for a couple of days, and she's never been in a two-story house before. We just went up to your room so she could look out of the window. She thought it was fun. So she wanted to know if she could sleep in your room OK?" The blank looked on my face made her continue, "I can fix up the sofa or she can sleep on the trundle." My unresponsiveness made her beg, "Please, Toy? Please?" Mom has this plaintive look that she knows is irresistible to me. I could never do anything against my mother, and she knows it, too. And she uses it whenever necessary. Why she thought this was necessary was unclear. "Yeah, sure, but, Mom, the sofa?" I whined. "Oh, I know, Sweetie. No, not the sofa then. Can she sleep on your trundle?" Another set of begging eyes. So, now I have to quickly run some scenarios through my head: what are the repercussions of having a child sleep in my room with me? What if she gets homesick? What if she pees in the bed? There goes my 1:00 a.m. fragging session. "How about just for tonight?" I offer. Annabelle smiled a huge smile and aggressively nodded her head. I had to admit she was a cutie. I mean, she was still a kid, but she was a cute kid. Her hair was curled like Goldilocks. "Thank you, Toy. That was sweet," Mom said wiping her hands on a towel. Annabelle jumped off of her stool, ran to me and hugged my leg not saying a word. Mom said "Awwww, the little sister you never had." "Yeah, I guess," I mumbled. "Can I go look out the window?" Annabelle asked? "Yes, but be careful going up the stairs," Mom shouted after the little one bolted from the room. "What's up?" I asked Mom as I dug in the cookie jar. "Well, her mother is having a 'procedure' done," Mom said in a voice that meant not to ask further. From what I've seen of her mother she could have any number of diseases or reasons to be in the hospital. If I had to guess it would be rehab. She's what we called a skank - bone thin, few teeth and looking like she hasn't been sober since she was 15. The grandmother lived there as well. I think it's really her house. She doesn't like people, I know that much. I remember a few years ago when I asked if she wanted her lawn mowed not only did she not say no, she told me to not come to her house again. I had no problem with that last request. "I offered to take Annabelle until they get things squared away," Mom said getting more cookies from the cabinet to refill the empty jar. "She likes cookies," Mom smiled. "So, you just went over there and asked if you could take her?" I mumbled with a mouthful of chocolate chips. "Well, yeah, when I saw the ambulance..." she began. "Ambulance?" I asked. "Quite a scene. Don't know what really happened, just a lot of people milling about wondering as I was," Mom explained. "The lights caught my eye, and I was worried so I walked down the block to see if I could help. That little girl looked like she was in shock watching her mother being wheeled out on the gurney. The grandma wanted to go in the ambulance, but they wouldn't allow Annabelle. So I volunteered right there. I went inside and packed a few things. Poor thing doesn't have much." "What about the father?" I asked knowing full well there was never a male around the house. "I'm sure her mom asks the same question. I wonder if she even knows who the father is. Oh, I shouldn't have said that," Mom said admonishing herself. "Toy," she stopped and looked sternly at me, "be nice. She needs nice people in her life." "I will, Mom, I will," I assured her. Poor little thing. I walked upstairs and saw her looking out of my bedroom window as I passed in the hall. I glanced at the "junk" room and wondered briefly how hard it would be to rehab it into the third bedroom it's supposed to be. I gave up on that thought pretty quickly knowing that I would have to move all the Christmas and Easter decorations as well as winter coats, skates, and all manner of junk that I just fling in there and quickly shut the door. Rumor is there's a bed in there somewhere, but I haven't seen it in the seven years Mom and I have been living here. In the bathroom I picked up all of my shaving stuff and cologne from the counter so it wouldn't get in her way. I quickly wiped down the lavatory and sprayed down the tub. This was standard procedure when company came. My bathroom becomes the guest bathroom even for a five-year-old. I figured I better pee before cleaning the commode, so I did. Then a quick wipe with the Lysol and brush, and I'm done. I cleaned up and left the bathroom. I walked into my room to see her sitting on my bed. "You pee loud," she exclaimed. I had to laugh at her bluntness. "You don't pee loud?, I asked. "Not like that!" she exclaimed. "Well, I had to pee real bad," I explained. "What's a trundle?" she asked. Lots of questions, this one. "Move," I instructed, "Watch," and I took her legs and moved them aside. I reached under the bed and pulled on the frame, and out came the trundle beneath. "Wow! It's a little bed," she squealed. "Do I have to sleep way down there?" "Not really, I can..." and I popped the latch beneath the rail and the bed lifted. "That's so cool!" she said excitedly. "But does it fall down?" "No, not until you release the latch," I told her. "But what if it gets undone by accident..." she said worriedly. "I can sleep on here and you can sleep on my bed," I offered. That seems to make her comfortable. I didn't mind sleeping on the trundle for a couple of nights, but I would probably put it in the low position so we wouldn't be even. There was something weird about that. I put the bed down and slipped it back underneath while Annabelle watched me. "Why do they call you Toy?" she asked innocently. "Oh, well, because my real name is Anthony but my older cousin called me Toy because she couldn't say Tony. I guess it stuck." I told her. "I thought it was because you had a lot of toys," she laughed and bounced on the bed. "Do you have a dad?" she asked. I tried to be as gentle as I could, "My dad died when I was very young. Younger than you, so I never really knew him." She seemed satisfied with this answer but didn't show a lot of compassion since she kept bouncing. So I asked her, "Do you have a dad?" "Nope," she said simply. "I never had a dad. That's what my Momma says. No dad. No boys allowed in our house! Ha ha! That's what Granny says." "Well, there's a boy and a girl in our house," I laughed with her. "I never stayed with a boy before," she said still bouncing. "Well, I never stayed with a girl before," I said. "You stay with your mom!" she shot back. "No, I mean a girl in my room. Like a pretty girl like you," I offered to make her feel more comfortable with me. She stopped jumping. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked quizzically. "Well, you are?" I said. "Your hair is very pretty." "Your mom did that for me this afternoon after my mom..." she began and stopped. There was a sad silence, so I broke it, "It looks very pretty. Just like your face." She began bouncing again like she was excited. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "No, not right now. I had one, but we broke up..." I explained. "Who would break up with you?" she blurted and then stopped as if thinking about what she said. "What?" I teased. "I mean... you're cute, too," she stammered. I laughed at her knowing that I embarrassed her. I went downstairs to watch some TV before dinner. Annabelle soon joined me and sat next to me on the sofa. "What's on?" she asked. "Don't know," I answered, "just turned it on." "K," was her only response. We watched some stupid Disney comedy for a while, and when Mom called us to dinner she found us both sprawled on the sofa with one of Annabelle's legs draped over mine. I hadn't even noticed. She scarfed down the pork chops and mashed potatoes. I envisioned her having a diet of McNuggets and frozen pizza in her home if she got even that. When it was time to get ready for bed she took her sweet time in the bathroom. I told Mom that I might have to use hers. Eventually Mom got worried and went up and knocked on the bathroom door to see if she was all right. Apparently, lounging in the tub was a luxury to her. When she emerged she wore a tattered t-shirt that probably belonged to her mom since it had a beer logo on it. I saw Mom's face when she saw it, and a look of concern flashed across it. I left for the bathroom as soon as she sat on the sofa. When I came downstairs after my bath Annabelle sat up on the sofa and looked at me. Actually, she looked at my boxer shorts, and I immediately regretted not putting on gym shorts. I just always slept in boxers, but at least I had the decency to slip on a t-shirt because normally I'm shirtless. She made me uncomfortable staring at my midsection so I made a motion to sit in Mom's La-Z-Boy, but I thought better of it and plopped down on the sofa. She had no shame. She stared at my crotch without interruption. I know the fly looked like it was gaping open, but there was no possible to way to see inside. Still I wondered if she was looking for a way to see inside. I deftly patted down my lap to break her concentration. It sort of worked, but she still stole glances toward it. "Want some popcorn?" I asked more in an attempt to leave the room than anything. "I guess," she answered. So I scooted off the sofa and headed to the kitchen to assemble the fixings. I hollered towards Mom's bedroom, "Mom, can we open a Coke?" She yelled through her door "OK." I went to the fridge to pull out a can, and when I turned around I almost ran right into Annabelle who was standing right there. She was now eye level with my waist, and I felt more uncomfortable than ever with her staring again. "I can help" she said never moving her eyes upwards. "I'm good," I replied, "Go sit down and I'll bring it to you." "No," she said. "I wanna stay in here with you." So I finished popping the corn, poured us a couple of glasses of Coke and put the bowl between us on the counter. She sat on one side and me on the other. She grabbed a handful at a time stuffing her mouth. "Slow down," I laughed. "Nobody's going to steal it from you!" She tried slowing down, but she couldn't help herself. She took a big swig of her drink and apparently drank too fast because she started coughing. I jumped from my seat and took the cup from her hand. I placed a hand on her back as a show of concern. She lowered her head and coughed a few more times. When her coughing jag subsided she kept her head down. I asked if she was ok. Then I noticed that the front of my boxers was definitely gaping open, and she was staring at no-woman's land. I quickly got back on my stool. She sat upright again and ate more slowly. It was only when I saw her staring downward again that I realized I was sitting spread-eagle on the stool, and she could probably see the family jewels from her vantage point. I closed my legs, but the damage was done. I began to get hard, and I hated myself for feeling that way because of a little kid staring at me. When we finished she wanted to help me with the dishes, but there was little she could do since she could barely reach the sink. Still she brought the bowls and glasses to me and stood by my side as I washed. I stayed press up against the counter to keep my bulge from showing, but there was little question I was excited. I stayed in the kitchen until the feeling subsided, and then we went back to the couch. Mom came out a little later to tell us good night. I went and met her in the hall and said I would probably sleep on the sofa. She asked why? I didn't have an answer. She asked me to sleep in my room for just one night with her in case she gets scared. I gave in as I always do with Mom. Annabelle went upstairs first. I went to the bathroom. When I came back to my bedroom I pulled out my trundle and saw Mom had already dressed it. Annabelle was already in bed. "Did you brush your teeth?" I asked sounding more like my Mom. "Oh, no, I forgot," she said quickly jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I got under the sheets and waited for her to return. "You not gonna make it higher?" she asked referring to the lowered trundle bed. "No, I like it like this," I said. "You ready for bed?" "Yeah, I guess," she sighed. I reached for the lamp and flipped it off. "It's dark," she sounded scared. "I'm right here if you need anything," I comforted her. That seemed to satisfy her. I tried my best to go to sleep, but I was just plain uncomfortable. Finally, I wrestled my t-shirt off. Much better. I awoke a while later because it was hot so I climbed out from under the sheets. The moon was shining through the window and lit up half the room. I raised up to see if Annabelle was all right in my bed. She was gently snoring. I put my head down and immediately fell back to sleep. I had no idea what time it was or how long I had been sleeping when something woke me. It felt as if I were having an erotic dream, but I had no memory of it. I woke with an erection as usual, but this felt different. It was only when my wandering mind coalesced into reality that I realized what was different. Annabelle. From the silhouette I could make out that she was kneeling on the floor besides my bed with one hand inside the fly of my shorts grasping my erection. I stifled my instinct to react knowing I would probably scare her and possibly scar her. Still I had to get her to stop before I got too excited. So I made a snort and moved myself over in the bed. It worked. She immediately removed her hand and kept completely still. Satisfied that I nipped that in the bud, I closed my eyes and tried to resume sleeping. But she would not be denied - her hands went back to the front of my boxers, and I felt her tugging on them. This had to stop! I was determined to teach her a lesson and tell her how inappropriate this was for a child to do such a thing to a 17-year-old boy. But then the snap came undone. I froze. I don't know why, but I didn't move a muscle. It didn't matter. I glanced down below my waist an saw the moonlight illuminating everything perfectly. The child moved the flaps apart and then reached in and moved my member out in the open. I felt her hands leave me. I imagined she was surveying what was before her. I assumed she had never seen a penis before and was just curious. Now that her curiosity was satisfied I expected her to jump back into bed and go to sleep. So it was a Ashock when I felt her hand surround my dick. Again, I stifled any reaction and wondered how far this would go. She picked it up until it stood 90 degrees. I felt the other hand go around it. She squeezed lightly. I was in anguish now. Yes, I was excited, but I felt horrible that it was a young kid doing this to me. If it were Cheryl or Jeri like I fantasized so many times before that would be one thing. But this was a little girl who didn't excite me in the least. Here I was, though, hard as a rock and about to leak as she handled my cock like it was a toy. She moved it around and touched everything. She felt the head and squeezed it a little bit. Then she would stop and look at my face. My head was in darkness so there was little she could see. She pulled on my dick I guess to see how long it was. Then she discovered my sack. This was something new. She pulled my fly further apart and reached between my legs to pull my balls out. She felt them softly, and I became afraid that she would hurt me. But she was very gentle. She want back to my dick and picked it up. Then she let it go and it slapped against my stomach. She looked at my face for a reaction. I did nothing. For the next 10 or 15 minutes she played with her new toy until she must have gotten sleepy because she finally crawled into bed leaving me completely exposed. I don't know what she was thinking about what I would think if I woke up with my dick and balls out of my pants. Maybe she didn't think about it. Shit, I was going to have blue balls bad now. I laid there sleepless for almost an hour before I sneaked into the bathroom and jacked off to relieve myself. I slept until the alarm. I got up quietly and sneaked downstair to fix breakfast. I always felt guilty when Mom gets up early to make breakfast for me, so I just grabbed some Pop Tarts and a glass of milk. I almost dropped all of it when I turned around to sit at the bar, and there was Annabelle rubbing her eyes. "G'morning," she croaked out. "Uh, hey," was all I could manage. "Why you getting up so early," she said squinting at the light. "I gotta go to school," I said putting my glass and plate on the counter. "Do you want something to eat?" "No, I'm not hungry," she replied. "Then why are you up so early?" I asked. "Just to be with you," she said. I scarfed down the pastries and milk and said "Gotta run." I bolted upstairs. I was already dressed and ready to head out by the time she got upstairs. I still had a half hour before Brian picked me up, and I had to decide if I wanted to wait outside or stay there with Annabelle. It was obvious she wasn't going back to bed despite me turning out the lights. "You go to school this early?" she asked realizing that even high school must not start so early. "No, not really," I replied. "But my friend gives a bunch of us rides, so we have to be ready when he gets here." "Did you sleep ok?" she dropped the bombshell. "Sure, yeah, I slept ok. You?" I asked. "Uh huh, I slept real good. I like sleeping in your room," she all but sang. I bet you do, I thought. I felt so weird with her sitting on my bed near where she molested me. But I mean I let her molest me. I let a kid touch my privates, and I did nothing to stop her. If I were honest with myself I would admit that I enjoyed it, but I wished she had finished. Yep, that's it! I wanted her to do it. And she did it. So now what? Do I talk to her about it? Do I ask her why she did it? Was she curious? Did she want to do it again? Did she want to do more? I figured my best bet would be not to say anything but let it play out and see where it goes. My decision was made that night when I again chose not to sleep on the sofa. But I wondered if that would have made a difference? This evening was different. Yes, she did stare at my crotch, but this time I wasn't so coy about hiding it. In fact, while we were watching TV I was thinking about what happened the night before and I started getting hard. I shifted myself to make the bulge as pronounced as I could. Bingo! She noticed. Boy, did she notice. Once glance was all it took, and she kept staring at it without being coy herself. I even scratched myself while pretending to look at the TV screen. I pushed my dick until it tented my boxers obscenely. Then I felt embarrassed for her. I kept yelling my thoughts "at least pretend you're looking at something else or look away every so often." But she had a laser glare directed on my crotch. Suddenly, my emotions turned from horniness to embarrassment to becoming somewhat creeped out. "Hey, want some popcorn?" I asked. She jumped in surprise as if she'd been busted doing something naughty, which she indeed had. "Uh, yeah," she stammered. I headed straight to the kitchen expecting her to follow, but she didn't this time. I didn't even ask Mom if we could have a Coke. I just grabbed one from the fridge. I put the bowl on the counter and called to her. She came in the kitchen slower than I expected. Did she feel like she was caught looking? Is she having second thoughts? I couldn't figure out what was going through her mind. We chatted a bit, and she ate slowly. I asked if she was tired, and she nodded her head. "Well, then maybe run upstairs and brush your teeth after this and we'll go to bed early," I offered. She didn't fuss; just finished her drink after a couple of more handfuls of popcorn. Then she hopped off of the stool and ran upstairs. I cleaned up and yelled to Mom that we were turning in early and told her good night. She popped her head out of her bedroom door and gave me a kiss. And then I scooted up the stairs myself. Annabelle was already in bed when I headed to the bathroom. I couldn't tell if she was sleeping already when I walked in the bedroom. I whispered, "Did you brush your teeth?" "Yes," she whispered back. "Good. Good night, Annabelle. Sweet dreams," I told her. She mumbled something like good night, I think. I laid awake for a long time afterwards wondering about her. I actually wondered if she would do anything or if she felt bad about what she did. That's probably it. She probably thought about what she did and realized it was not a good thing. That's probably why she was so quiet. I eventually fell asleep. Again, I felt as if I were dreaming, but the reality hit me hard and I had to quickly stifle the urge to jump as I felt the sheet being pulled down. Annabelle was on her knees next to the trundle slowly and gently pulling my sheet back. Within seconds my boxers were open, and I was exposed again. But this time it was different. Unlike the night before when she haphazardly handled by shaft, tonight she gripped it and began stroking me straight up and down. My mind was being blown. How in the world did she know how to do that? It didn't last long, though. The determined stimulation had a natural result - I began cumming like I never had before. I don't know if I grunted or moaned, but I know I raised my butt more than once in an attempt to gain maximum altitude for the spurts of semen rushing from my cock. I was so into my orgasm that I couldn't even see her reaction. But it was soon apparent that she knew what had happened as she released my softening cock and wiped her hands on the sheets. She crawled back into the bed leaving me soaking in my own cum. I was completely spent and had no energy to go and clean myself. So I fell asleep again only to be jarred sometimes later by the buzzing of the alarm. I hated bathing in the morning for one reason. "Did you forget to take a shower last night?" Mom asked standing in front of the stove flipping a pancake. "Yeah," I lied walking to the laundry room with my bed linens. "I'm going to put these to wash." She just chuckled probably thinking I had another wet dream. "My you're talkative this morning," Mom said as she placed another pancake in my plate. I just grunted a smile since I had a mouthful of pancake. Truth was I was mulling over the night's events in my head trying to make sense of it. Of course, I enjoyed what was happening to me, but I didn't like the idea of a little girl doing these things. I knew at some point I was going to have to talk to her, but I didn't know what the outcome would be. Would any grown-up believe that I was asleep during this? I doubt it. I kissed her on the cheek and said "Thanks, Mom," and when I turned to go brush my teeth I literally ran into Annabelle standing in the kitchen. I grabbed her before she fell backwards, and she stumbled forwards with her eyes squinted closed because of the harsh light. "Sorry," I said as I held her by the shoulders. Then I noticed the stains on her shirt, unmistakably dried semen. My mind went haywire trying to figure out how to spin the story. How did my semen get on her shirt? What was a reasonable answer? Simple. None. I let her go and took the stairs two at a time basically to get out of the kitchen. When I returned downstairs Annabelle was sitting on the sofa in the living room. I glanced at my watch aware that again I had another half hour for my ride. I decided to sit down and welcome conversation to hopefully learn what she was thinking. I plopped down in the easy chair trying to act relaxed. She was quiet for a second. "Did you sleep good?" she asked meekly. "I slept great!" I answered. "How 'bout you?" "Yeah, I slept good too." And she grew quiet. "I think I like you sleeping in my room. Makes me sleep even better than ever," I said more to get a reaction than as a statement. She just smiled and looked very content with herself. I was thinking she had become worried with what she had done, but seeing no ill effects she make be relaxing a bit. Without warning she just blurted, "Why are boy so different from girls?" Now, if I had the answer to that question I would run for king of the world, but I had to determine how and what she was asking. "Well," I began, "I really don't know. I know we just like trucks and dirt and loud noises and stuff, and you don't." "No, not like that I mean," she interrupted. "I mean why do they look different and have different parts." Parts? She wanted to talk about parts? I glanced back toward the kitchen to see if Mom was within earshot, but seeing her bedroom door closed I knew she was getting ready for her day. "Well, there's a lot of reasons, I guess." I didn't even know where to begin. "I mean, men have muscles so they could hunt and fish in the old days and then plow the fiels while women..." "No, no, I mean down 'there,'" she pointed to below her waist. Shit was getting serious now. Shouldn't an adult be fielding these questions and not some horny 17-year-old guy who was jacked off by this kid the night before? "Maybe you should ask..." and then I stopped short. Hell, I didn't want her asking Mom or anyone else that question. Supposed she said "Because I played with Toy's ding dong and it wasn't like mine." Oh, the shit would hit the fan. "Hey, look, I have to go to school in a little bit, but why don't we save this talk for when I get home. There's a lot of reasons boys and girls are built differently. OK?" That seemed to please her because she smiled widely and nodded her head. It didn't escape me that she was bunching her hands in between her legs and rocking ever so slightly. I had about six hours to think of a good answer to her question, but I seriously thought she would forget about it when I got home. Nope. No sooner had I come through the door she attached herself to me and asked "Can we talk about it now?" "Let me get a snack first and maybe we can take a walk," I offered. She nodded her head in agreement. I grabbed us each a handful of cookies after kissing Mom hello, and we walked out the back door. I saw Mom smile at me as we left as if she was proud of me taking time out of my senior year to pay attention to this little nobody. Yes, I felt like an asshole, but I didn't know what else to do. We walked down to the alley near the playground where we sat on some tires half-buried in the ground, and she asked the same question. "Well," I started trying to gather my thoughts from throughout the day, "you know, boy and girl animals are different from each other like to mostly make other animals, you know, animal babies." "I know that kinda, but like how do they do it?" she asked innocently. Do it? She wants me to talking about doing it? Well, here goes. "See, a man has a body part that fits inside a woman's body part..." "I don't understand," she cried. "Because you're too young to understand. It's really a grown up thing, and you'll learn all about it when you get older," I tried for an excuse. "OK, what's a penis?" she asked just as innocently as asking what a cookie was. I almost choked on the cookie in my mouth, "A penis? How do you know about a penis?" "I read about it. I read, you know," she said emphatically. "Well, a penis is a man's body part that helps make a baby," I tried making it as simple as possible. "It makes a seed that goes inside of a woman that makes a baby grow." It sounded so stupid to me even as I was saying it, but I was at a loss as to what else I could say. "How does it come out?" She was beginning to make sense of it. "Um, well, this is kind of grown up talk now. Maybe we shouldn't be talking about it," I offered. "No, please," she begged, "I really want to know. I'm kind of grown up. I know lots of things." That face. God, she was cute. I am such a perv and I'm going straight to hell for this I know. "Well, ok. You see, when a man and a woman like each other a whole lot," I couldn't believe I was saying that shit,"the woman makes the man excited. His penis becomes real hard and stiff, and the stuff only comes out then." "And he has to really like her? I mean he can't just do it except with a girl? Can he do it with anybody?" "He's really gotta like her in a special way to be with her like that. It would be really hard to do that without somebody you don't like. I think it would be impossible. And the woman has to excite him sometimes with her hands and sometimes with her mouth..." "Her mouth?" she said more to herself than to me. "And sometimes the man puts his penis inside of the girl, and that's how they make a baby," I said. "Inside? Where inside?" she asked innocently. "OK, I think that's enough. I told you more than you need to know already," I said. "You said you read, then you should read about it, ok?" Silence. I said too much - way too much. She sat there thinking very hard about everything I said. I broke her innocence. Not another word was spoken. So we walked back to the house in silence. She sat in front of the TV, and I went up to my room to do some homework. When I clicked on my computer I was a little surprised to see that some of my folders on my desktop had been opened, and a whole bunch of programs were running in the background. I hadn't been on my computer for a couple of days so I knew Annabelle had been playing on it. Instead of calling down to her I had another thought: being a teen-age boy in this day and age means knowing how to clear your browser history for the same reason I launder my own bed linens. Wow! Apparently, Miss Annabelle knew how to find just what she wanted on the Internet. Her spelling was atrocious, but Google figured out what she wanted pretty easily. Boys weenie. Boys hard weenie. Mans hard weenie. Mans hard dick. Quite a progression there. Each search lead to another I assumed. Looking further into the history I saw porntube videos that had been viewed including more than a few of a girl giving a guy a hand job. Well, that clears that up. But there were more. Blow jobs, full penetration, anal. It was all there. So basically, I was telling the little girl everything she already knew or at least had seen. Now what? Do I confront her? Do I just keep quiet? Do I just wait to see what's next for the evening? Yeah, that last one. I knew that's what I was going to do. I erased the history and finished my homework. After dinner Mom apologized to me and said Annabelle would be staying a few more days, but that she was going to have her sleep in her bedroom. I made up all kind of shit saying anything to keep her in my room. At least one more night. I don't know what convinced her, but she kisse me on my head saying that I was an angel and just the sweetest boy on earth. She promised that I would be rewarded later, and I was serious telling her that I didn't expect anything. Well, at least not from her. I was already in bed when Annabelle came out of the bathroom. I was shocked to see her dressed in this sheer teddy bear nightgown that came down to just above her butt. I never saw a sexy 5-year-old before, but here I was looking at one. "You like it?" she asked twirling around. "It looks very nice," I answered feeling myself getting a semi between my legs. She squealed and bounced into bed. I flipped off the lights and told her good night. After a couple of minutes of silence she asked "Can a boy's penee get excited by an ugly girl or a girl he doesn't like?" "What? No, he can't. Not really. He's got to like her and think she's pretty," I said sort of knowing where she was going. "OK," was all she said. I laid awake for an hour in anticipation of what would transpire this evening. The little girl had been sex educated by the Internet so it was anybody's guess what she would do with that information. Movement from above caused me to lay perfectly still, but my erection was hard as a rock. I wore my silk boxers this evening. I rarely wore them anymore as they had a habit of becoming unbuttoned quite easily. I saw her silhouette against the windows, and her nightie was so sheer I could see right through it. She gently made her way to the floor next to the trundle bed. Her MO was the same: pull down the sheet and unbutton my shorts. My shorts almost opened by themselves, and my erection forced its way out. Annabelle cautiously placed her hands around my dick and picked it up trying to examine it in the dim light. I felt her release me and get up from the floor. I wondered what she was up to. I saw her at the blinds trying to adjust them to let more moonlight in. The room suddenly became lighter. I shut my eyes quickly to avoid detection. She took her place at my side again and resumed her discovery. She stroked me ever so gently, and I wanted to moan so loudly, but I stifled myself. What happened next almost made me jump off the bed, and there was no way I could keep myself silenced. When she put the head of my dick in her mouth I groaned lowly. The noise didn't seem to faze her as she kept moving her mouth up and down. I felt her tongue exploring my glans, and I began to squirm at the stimulation. She had watched the right videos, that's for sure. I didn't see her as a young kid anymore, but as a real life sexy girl who was giving me immense pleasure. She released me from her mouth but held me upright. I heard her moving around and then felt get on the bed with me. I wondered what she was going to do. What she did blew my mind. She straddled me and placed my cock directly at her pussy. She wedged it between her legs and attempted to impale herself on it. She bounced up and down shaking me wildly. How she didn't expect to wake me I'll never know. Of course, there was no way this was going to work, but I knew I was going to cum any second. I glanced out of one eye, and I almost came right then. Her nightgown wasn't sheer. It wasn't there! Apparently she had taken it off in her bed before she came to meet me. This was her intention all along - to fuck me. I could tell she was getting a bit frustrated that she couldn't do it. So she bounced off the bed and put me back in her mouth. Two more sucks and I was gone. I came like a fire hydrant, and I heard her choking and snorting as I unloaded in her tiny mouth. Of course, I was wailing like a crazy man trying to keep it down, but it was impossible. I was also bucking up and down, but she was holding on. I finally said to her, "Are you ok?" She was sincerely shocked that I was awake and was muttering trying to make up an excuse. "It's ok," I said. "Are you all right? Annabelle, talk to me. Are you ok?" I heard her sniffling and begin to cry. I sat up and grabbed her. I hugged her tightly, and she cried a bit more but then settled down. Of course, holding a naked girl against my bare chest had an effect, and I found myself fully erect again. "I'm sorry, Toy. I'm sorry," she sniffled. I put a finger on her mouth, "Shhhhh." We held each other and rocked in bed for at least two minutes, which is a long time after what just happened. "Are you mad at me?" she asked. "Why would I be mad at you?" I asked back. "Well, because I played with your penee and sucked you and I tried to put you in me," she explained. "It's ok, I promise. You didn't hurt me. It felt real good. It really did." "Do you like me? I mean, you got hard and your stuff came out," she reasoned. "Of course, I like you. And I like what you did. You made me feel so good, like I never felt like that before." "But I couldn't get you inside of me. I tried," she was almost crying again. "Annabelle, you're way to young to do that. I could never put this inside of you until you get much older," I said pushing my hard dick against her butt. "Do you want me to suck you again," she asked. "No, not right now," I said. Then I had an idea, "Let me do this." I put her up on the bed. She was puzzled as to why I didn't want to hug her anymore, but I pushed on her shoulders laying her down on the bed. Then I spread her legs hanging over the side of the bed. I bent my head down and with the tip of my tongue I pushed it into the little cleft between her legs. "Noooo!" she jumped. "Shhhh," I said pushing her back down. "It's dirty," she cried. "No, it's not," I said and pushed deeper with my tongue. "It feels funny," she giggled. "Just lay back and enjoy," I cooed. I continued licking up and down, and every so often I would push into her tight opening. She would jump with each lick, but when I poked she would squeal slightly. After three or four minutes I felt her begin to pull my hair. I knew she was going out of control. I continued licking harder. "Toy..." she broke off. "Toy..." she said again. "Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" And she was gone. I pressed firmly, and she shook at pulled my hair harder until it really hurt. But I wasn't going to disturb her experience. I have to admit I was surprised that a five-year-old could experience an orgasm like that. She released my hair and let out a loud gasp. "Are you ok?" I asked. Silence. "Annabelle?" "Yeah," she panted. "I'm ok." She rolled over on her side. "What was that?" she asked. "That's how you made me feel a while ago, and last night." She sat up quickly. "You knew about last night?" I laughed. "We need to clean up," I said. "Get your gown, let's go to the bathroom." We both shielded our eyes at the bright light of the bathroom. "We need to be real quiet," I warned. "Mom's sleeping downstairs." "OK," she said looking at my erection in the glaring light. I knew I was going to have to relieve myself before going back to bed, so I told her, "Annabelle, I'm going to have to jack off real quick." "Huh?" she asked, and then she watched me as I lifted the toilet seat and begin to stroke myself. She was hypnotized. It didn't take long, especially with an audience, and I was emptying myself into the toilet. "That's a lot!" she said. I chuckled at her, and then told her I needed to pee. She watched that too, when my dick had become soft enough to do it. "I need to pee pee, too," she said and jumped on the toilet after I finished. She gave me the most naughty look as she spread her legs as I watched her pee. We washed out faces then washed our bottoms, got dressed and fumbled in the dark back to my bedroom. I knew we weren't going to go to sleep that quickly, and before long she asked, "If you really liked me why couldn't you go in me? I really like you too." "Annabelle, you're way to young to worry about that. Maybe when you're 8 or 9 you'll be able to do it," I explained. "But I am older!" she demanded. "No, I mean older than five," I said. "I'm eight and I'll be nine real soon!" she almost screamed. "What? How?," I sat upright. "I mean, you don't go to school; I thought you were little..." I stammered. "I'm just small for my age, and my grandma home schools me. She doesn't like me going to a regular school with boys and stuff," she explained. Well, I guess that explained a lot. Seeing as how we both had been naked and now laying on my bed it seems mixing with boys could get her into sticky situations. I wondered if she had done this before. "But I really wanted to do it with you," she cried. Truth was I wanted to do it with her, too. "What if we try some other time?" I asked. "OK," she said sounding half satisfied. "Toy, you made me feel real good. I like that. I hope we can do it again." "I hope so too, Darling." The next thing I knew my Mom knocking on the door. I had slept through the alarm. "Did you stay up late talking or what?" she asked. I wanted to say "or what," but instead I said I guess. When I came home from school that afternoon Annabelle was sitting on the sofa with a new backpack next to her. She did not look happy. "Grandma's coming to pick me up," she said sadly. My heart sank. I was losing my playmate. I knew she would be right down the street, but I knew she wouldn't be in my bedroom. "I'm going to miss you," I said as earnestly as I could. "I'm going to miss you, too," she said. And then she started to cry. I sat next to her and held her. Mom walked in cocking her head and smiling at us with a wistful look. "You're going to miss your little sister, huh Toy?" Mom asked. "A lot," was all I said. Her grandmother knocked loudly on the door. She was a stern woman who did not smile at me even when I said hello. She asked Annabelle where she got the backpack and if she stole it. I assured her that it was a gift for her. She did not respond. The bitch. My mother came to the door and said hello. The old lady did not give so much as a thank you, but grabbed the little girl by the shoulder and pointed her to the sidewalk. I watched the little girl follow the old woman down the street. I felt myself gasp as my heart leaped. Annabelle looked back at me and waved. I just weakly waved back. She was gone. Weeks went by before I even saw a glimpse of another person at her house. On my way home from the market one day, her mom was on the porch with a cup and a cigarette in her hand. She waved at me as I walked by, and I nodded my head. as my hands were full of grocery bags. "You Toy?" she called to me. I froze in fear afraid of what she was about to say. "Yes, ma'am," I said. "My little girl really likes you. Says you a good person and was nice to her when I was sick," she said. "Yeah, I guess," I replied weakly. "It be ok if she goes visit you sometimes? I mean when her grandma ain't here and I'm busy?" she asked. I didn't even want to venture a guess as to what she would be busy with, but again I answered, "I guess. Sure." "Good," she said turning to go inside. "Just be nice to her and don't hurt her. OK?" I was paralyzed. Did she mean what I thought she meant? "No, ma'am. I could never do that." She smiled, winked at me and then went inside. --- Read the rest of Vargas stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas/

Two Days One Summer (Mm, gay, mast, oral, anal) Edited by Lance Vargas When I was 15 I felt like I had a permanent erection. Living on a farm so far out of town I didn't have many, scratch that, read any opportunities to do anything about it with the opposite sex, so I mainly took care of things by hand, if you know what I mean. Summers were especially brutal because I didn't catch a glimpse of a girl for days at a time. For one thing I worked on the farm during the day and wasn't allowed to drive the truck into town at night. So Sundays at church were the only times I could see a girl, and I had to file away those moments for later jack off sessions. Yeah, it's probably a sin to jack off to a girl in her Sunday best, but you do what you gotta do. I drove the rice truck during harvest, which means I had a lot of down time waiting for the truck to fill before I drove the load to the grain bins. Even at the bins there was a lot of hurry up and wait as other trucks unloaded before me. There was only one or two other drivers my age waiting in the long line. Most of the others were black farm hands, old men and this old woman who looked more like a man than the old men. The men spent a lot of time waiting by playing cards in the shade of one of the trucks. I wasn't a card player, and they probably wouldn't let a kid like me in. So I usually just watched them play. Every so often they would start to tell jokes, dirty jokes. And it never failed that whenever they told a joke about sex I'd get a hard on. Like I said, it felt permanent. One day one of the old black guys saw me fiddling with my dick in my pants and laughed at me. He said I better hold on to it before it sneaks out of my pants. I didn't wear underwear, and I usually wore cut off blue jeans, so I wondered if he had really seen anything. I quit going to the card games after that. But I did remember all the sex jokes. Sometimes I'd try to masturbate myself in the truck while waiting. But I was always paranoid that somebody would come up to the truck without me seeing them first. I almost got busted by one of the other kid drivers. He jumped up on the running board on my side, and I quickly pulled my pants leg down. "What was that," he asked looking at my crotch. "I was brushing a spider off. This old truck is full of bugs," I quickly lied. He didn't say anything else, but just went on chatting about the farm, hunting and stuff - basically everything that I had no interest in. I want to turn the conversation to girls, but he never gave me a chance. The boy could talk. After about the third week of harvesting I had used up all my visual memories and was now making up stuff to jack off to. While waiting in the field it was easy to whack one out on the side of the truck away from the field. But sometimes the neighbor kids would come to the truck to play in the rice or just to chat. Of course they were all boys, so they were just a nuisance. And they were three or four years younger than me so I couldn't talk to them about girls because they thought all girls were crap. So my frustrations grew and grew. I knew I would be a virgin in my 30s. Damn, I thought, I didn't need to get laid. I just needed a girl to help me get my rocks off. One day as the rice cart was filling up my truck, the guy who drove the cart told me to take the load to the bins. I told him I wasn't filled yet. He said the farmer told him that the field was done and we'd be moving on. I didn't know what that meant until I got back from the bins an hour or so later. They were cleaning off the equipment and getting ready to leave. I was just told to follow them. I saw the farmer's wife pull up in a pickup truck which meant she usually had a cooler full of Cokes and probably chips and a candy bar, too. She was a very nice lady and reminded me a lot of my Mom. As I was drinking my Coke I heard the farmer tell his wife to follow us in the truck. Then he yelled "Let's go," and everybody got up. I didn't really know what was going on so I jumped behind the wheel of the truck and cranked it up. The farmer took off in the combine toward the highway followed by the rice cart. I got in line behind him, and the pickup truck followed me. I was surprised that we were leaving the farm knowing that we had at least another 80 acres to harvest. But I wasn't paid to do the thinking. I found out that we were going to help another farmer who had gotten hurt. We were going to harvest his field, about 30 acres, and then head back. I was given a slip of paper with the name McAllister on it. I guess that was the farmer's name. I wondered if he had a daughter. Yep, I got hard thinking about it. He didn't have a daughter. At least not that I knew. We never met anybody from their farm while we were there for a couple of days. But we did get a visitor. The field was just off a small back highway way off the beaten path. While I was sitting in the shade of the truck facing the road I watched a few trucks and cars pass by. Of course, there weren't a lot of them, but some. At least it kept me from getting bored. Every so often I'd see a woman driver, and yeah, I'd get a hard on thinking about her. Once I got to park the truck under some trees on the side of the field, and I was sitting on the running board in the shade watching the cars. I could see a convertible from far down the road, and I sat up and took notice because up to now it was mostly pickups and plain old sedans. When I saw the driver I really got excited. It was a pretty blonde with her hair blowing in the wind. She whizzed by so fast that my heart fluttered and my fantasies began. I became instantly hard and started rubbing myself. I imagined being in that car with her, or better her stopping to talk to me. She would wonder what I was doing, and I'd let the head of my dick sneak below the bottom of my cut-offs. I really didn't realize that I was doing just that when I saw this car pass and slow down. I didn't get a good look at the driver, but I did realize that my dick was in plain sight under my pants leg. I quickly pulled my pants leg down and watch this baby blue Chevy go on down the road. I was still lost in my fantasy with the blonde when I heard another car come by and begin to slow down. When I looked up I saw the Chevy pulling up next to the truck. Man, I'm in deep shit now, I thought. This guy had probably seen me with my dick hanging out of my pants and was probably a detective or a policeman or something. He got out of his car right away, but didn't look like he was in a hurry. He looked at the truck, and then looked at the combine and rice cart on the other side of the field. He was kind of a handome man, and I guess you could call him pretty or good looking. He wore nice clothes like white shirt and dress pants. I could see a jacket draped over the passenger seat. I figured he might be an insurance salesman or something. I was about to tell him that I didn't know nothing about this field or the McAllister guy who owned it, but he just walked up to me and said "Hello." I told him hi, and he put out his hand to shake mine. I shook hands with him and he told me his name was John. "Bud" I said still shaking his hand. I thought we shook a little bit longer than I was comfortable with but he finally let go. This guy was probably a salesman, but he was barking up the wrong tree because I couldn't afford to buy whatever he was selling. "Hot out here, ain't it?" he asked looking up at the tree. "Yeah, but it's kinda OK in the shade. You need a drink of water or something," I motioned toward the water cooler in the cab of the truck. "Nah, thanks," he said. "I pass by this road all the time. Never saw y'all out here before." "Yeah, we helping this farmer cut his rice 'cause he's sick," I told him. "So you man this truck by yourself?" he asked. "Yeah, been doing it since last year. Learned to drive it when I was 13." "So, 17, 18 now?" he looked me over. "Hah, 15. Nah, ain't near 18 yet." I laughed at him. "Well, you look older, so I was just wondering. I mean you got muscles and everything, and you got a tan all over." "Yeah, it's from sitting out here and shoveling the rice. When the cart fills up the truck I gotta shovel the rice to make it level." I was trying to explain how it all worked, but I don't think he was listening because he just kept looking at my cutoff blue jeans. Then I realized he was looking at my crotch. And I don't know why but seeing him look between my legs made my damn dick hard again. In fact, it started getting as hard as a rock. And I was really starting to get uncomfortable and tried to sit down to adjust myself. "So, how long y'all working today?" he asked, his eyes still on my pants. "I dunno," I mumbled, "I guess till we're finished." "Y'all finishing this field today?" "Nah, I don't think so. They only about half through," I got up to look at the combine to see where it was. "Yeah, they a little bit over halfway." And when I went to sit back down on the running board my goddam dick shot right out from under the leg of my pants. I know I turned 18 shades of red trying to grab it and tuck it back in. "God damn boy, you gotcha self a big one there, huh?" the stranger gushed. "I bet you make your girlfriend real, real happy with that thing." "Ain't got no damn girlfriend," I muttered trying to adjust myself, but really only making me harder. And the fact that the stranger saw it and commented on it made it even hard still. In fact, I don't remember ever being this hard before. "No girlfriend? Well, shit, them girls don't know what they're missing!" he laughed. "Big dick like that should be seeing a lot of action. Shit, I even know some guys that would like to get a hold of one like that. I bet you jack off all the time, huh?" "What you talking about? Ain't none of your business." I replied angrily. "Hey, hey, don't bust me down. I mean, I do all the time, too. I know what it's like to not have somebody bust my nut for me. Shit, I get tired of having to whack myself off all the time. I'm just saying it would ne nice to have somebody do it fo me." "Yeah, probably," I replied trying not to look at the guy. "Hey Bud, you probably can't wait till I leave so you can get you some relief, right." "Look, ain't none of your business...." "Just trying to help, man. Look, and if you want I can help you with that, too. I bet that big dick would feel real good in somebody else's hands." He smiled at me. "I ain't no queer," I snarled at him. "I ain't either!" he snapped. "It's just sometimes I need some relief, and I get it from whoever I can. If it's a guy or a girl, a hand's a hand. Know what I mean." I had to think about that one. I mean, I never thought about it before. Getting jacked off by a guy? Who the shit does that who's not a homo? But it's not like I'm gonna fuck him or anything. "It's not like I'm gonna fuck you," he said as if he was reading my mind. The look on my face must have told him what I was thinking because I was shocked. He slowly came forward and sat beside me on the running board. I froze. Then he gently placed his hand between my legs. "If you don't want me to just tell me," he said softly. I really didn't know what I wanted, but then I felt his hand begin to move up and down my zipper. And it felt good. Damn good. Too damn good. I swear I really wanted him to stop, but I couldn't say anything. He began to rub harder and then grip my hard on just a bit. He was jacking me off in my pants. I began to squirm because it was feeling so good. He pushed a little bit and grabbed it, then pushed it again, and grabbed some more. Then he pushed it all the way until it popped out of my pants again. "Well, looky there. Looks like he wants to come outside to play. There, that's a fine looking dick." he said. Then he touched it with his hand, skin on skin, and I moaned before I could catch myself. He began to stroke it up and down, and I thought I was going to pass out. "Feels good?" he asked. "Uh huh," was all I could manged to mutter between moans. "Well, it looks good, Bud. You got a big old dick that's gonna make some lucky girls real, real happy one day. Yeah, it's big, all right. Look at that big old head. Shit, they gonna have a problem getting is up inside their mouth much less their little pussies. Yeah, when this thing gets inside a pussy it's gonna tear them up." he went on and on, and I felt better and better. "Hey Bud," he commanded, "stand up. Let's do it right." I stood without thinking because my dick was doing all the thinking. When he took his hand off my dick I came to my senses for a second. I looked down and saw him unsnapping my pants and then unzipping them. "Step out," he ordered, and he eased my pants over my dick and dropped them to the ground. I was standing there in my t-shirt and tennis shoes, butt naked on bottom with my dick standing straight up. "There's this is going to go a whole lot easier." And he began to jack me off in earnest. My knees began to bend and I started to rock my hips back and forth. He smiled when he saw me do this and began to really pull all the way back. "Uh, uh man, I'm gonna shoot off. You better stop." I tried to warn him. He didn't even pause and kept on pumping, and I felt my balls begin to tighten. "Let it go, man. Let it go. I wanna see how far you can shoot. I wanna see you shoot your rocks off. Come on. Just let it go." "Uuuuugggggggggh!" I know my grunt sounded like a caveman, but my dick started to spasm, and it felt like his grip tightened. It felt like forever before the first shot came out, but then he pulled back all the way against my stomach, and I saw myself shoot about six feet away into the dirt. Then two or three more shots, each a little less forceful came out with him still pulling my dick all the way back. Then he began to jerk me again and I started to shoot all over again. The feeling was something so deep that I never felt that intensely before. I kept shooting off until I was shooting blanks. I felt myself going limp in his hand. I looked down and saw that I had gotten my stuff all over his hand. He let me go and just looked at me and smiled. "Feel better?" he joked. "Yeah, lots," I panted. "See, sometimes everybody needs a hand. Shit, like I told you I do too. Betcha tired, huh?" "Talk about," I laughed. "Yeah, I figured. Listen, you got me kinda riled up just watching you. You mind if I relieve myself, too?" I didn't really know what to say. I mean, he just jacked me off, so I guess he could jack himself off too. I hope he don't think I'm gonna jack him off because I'm not. "OK, then," he said and he began to unzip his pants. I expected him to whip his dick out, but instead he undid his belt and then unbuckled his pants. He let his pants drop to the ground and then unsnapped his boxers and let them drop as well. I know my mouth must have dropped open when I saw what sprang up from the dark hair around his crotch. It was the biggest, longest dick I ever seen in my life. It must have been almost a foot long and I doubt if I could wrap my hold hand around it. He could barely fit his. He hefted it up in his hand and began to rub the underside up and down. I was hypnotized watching him work that monster. It began to get bigger and bigger, and I swear it looked like it had muscles. I have veins on mine, but nothing like this. I could almost see the blood pumping in his veins, and I watched that big purple head disappear each time he pulled his hand up. It was as big as an apple, and his goddam dick looked like another arm. That's exactly what it looked like - an arm! But then I saw his nuts swinging underneath the hair, and they looked like a bull. I was wondering if this guy was part animal or something. Well, it didn't take him long because pretty soon he was grunting and grunting and then all of a sudden he pulled his dick all the way back. I watched intently as that first big drop flew out of his dick slit and hit the side of the truck. Then he just kept shooting and shooting, and I don't know what, but I just wanted to hold it. Yeah, I admit, I wanted to hold a man's dick. But I wanted to hold just his dick and nobody else's. It was huge and I wanted to know how it felt, how much it weighed. Shit, was I going queer? I wondered if maybe I was, and I kind of got worried, but then I just kept thinking that I just wanted to touch it, to feel it, to just hold it. But before I could do anything he shook it off and then pulled his boxers back up followed by his pants. "Hey, man, sorry about your truck," he smiled as he buckled his belt. "Boy, I needed that. Shit, it's been a long time." "Hey Bud," he looked at me, "glad you let me help you there. I could tell when I passed that you needed a hand. If you're around tomorrow maybe we could do it again. OK?" I nodded my head and watched him wave and head back to his car. I realized that my dick had gotten hard again watching him jack himself off. I began rubbing myself again, this time out in the open as my pants were still around my ankles. He got in his car and laughed at me, not mocking me, just chuckling. He looked at my hard on again and nodded his head. I stood up and began to jack myself again, knowing I probably couldn't shoot off again since I did so much before. He folded his arms on top of the steering wheel and put his chin on his arms watching me. I lost myself in his stare as I beat myself off until I shot off even again. This time wasn't as powerful, and it didn't feel as good as when he did. But a bad jack off is still better than no jack off at all, I thought. He waved in a salute as he started his car, put it in gear and drove off. I heard the rice cart approaching the truck, so I hurried and pulled my pants up and climbed up into the back of the truck. The cart driver hollered something at me, but I couldn't hear him above the noise of the motor. "What?" I mouthed at him cupping my ear. "Who was that?" he yelled pointing down the highway. "I don't know. He was just asking for directions." I lied. "What?" he yelled back. "Never mind" I hollered waving him off. That was the last load before I took off for the bins. When I returned the farmer's wife was back and took us all home for the night. I thought about that guy all night long. I jacked off four times that night just thinking about what happened. And I wondered again if I was turning queer. I grabbed a Penthouse magazine under my mattress and looked a the naked women. I still got horny for them, so I guess I wasn't turning queer all the way. --- Next morning we headed out for McAllister's field at 7:00. Most of the morning we greased the equipment and cleaned out straw and stuff. It was kind of cool, and I felt a little chill in my shorts. So I volunteered crawling up inside the combine to pull straw. It was a little warm in there. "I can see your nuts when you crawl in there," laughed Craig, the cart driver. "You're an asshole," I hollered back. He just laughed at me and walked back to his tractor. The farmer came around and told me that was all I needed to do. He made me go and check the oil and water in the truck. As I was under the hood I heard the combine start up, and glanced over to watch the farmer take the tarp off the hopper where the grain was stored before he emptied it into the cart. He pulled up to the truck and unloaded the grain he had left directly into the truck. He watched me as he unloaded, and I thought he might want me to get up there and shovel. So I made a motion to start up on the side, but he waved me off. Then he climbed down from the cab of the combine while it was still unloading. "Hey Bud, listen. You be careful when you talk to strangers around here. Craig said you was talking to a guy on the side of the road. You never know who you gonna run into on this highway," he instructed like a father. "Oh, I'll be careful," I told him. But in my heart I was hoping that one stranger came back today. I think his name was John. I wonder who he was and where he's from. Pretty soon the farmer's wife came by with lunch. After that things started up since the sun had a chance to dry up the field a bit. The combine took off first, and I was glad that Craig left in the cart because I was tired of listening to his bullshit. He'd been working for the farmer for longer than me and figure he knew more than I did. I didn't give a shit and he knew it. I was sitting back under the tree in the shade again thinking about the Penthouse girls I was looking at in the magazine last night. Of course, I was fiddling with myself again and playing with my dick underneath my pants leg. I heard the car pull up before I saw it. It shook me out of my thoughts, and all of a sudden my heart started beating so hard I could feel it in my chest. It was him. He waved from behind the wheel, and got out of the car. This time he was wearing a neck tie. I wondered what he did for a living. When I stood up to greet him my dick popped out from beneath my shorts. I didn't even try to hide it. "Well, somebody's saying hello," he laughed. "Looks like you're not shy today." "Hey John" I greeted him. "I'm glad you're back." "I bet you are. Looks like you are! Ha ha!" he laughed some more. I quickly glanced over the hood of the truck to see where the tractor and combine were. They were all the way to the other side of the field so I knew we were safe. "So, man, how you feeling today? Better, I hope." he smiled. "Oh yeah, I'm feeling better. But you know, I can always use a hand" I joked. "Yeah, I can see that. I can give you one if you want." I mustered up all my courage to say it: "I can give you a hand if you want it, too." He looked at me with the most gentle smile, "I would like that, yes. But you first." He sat down beside me just like yesterday, but this time he just put his hand directly on my dick. He was so soft and gentle and it felt so natural that I didn't even jump. He began to pump me up and down and it started to feel so good. "Here. Stand up." he instructed. I did as he said and he unbuckled and unzipped my shorts and let them fall to the ground. But he didn't stand up like yesterday. He sat on the truck while I stood in front of him. He watched my dick as he pumped it back and forth. "Damn, I think you're getting bigger than yesterday," he said. I felt proud and I believed I was bigger than yesterday, too. But nowhere as big as him. He pumped with one hand and began to massage my nuts with the other. I never had anybody touch my nuts before, and I don't remember if I ever touched them myself even. It felt fantastic and I let my head hang back and closed my eyes letting the feeling wash over me. But then I felt something different that shocked me out of my skin, and I literally jumped as I shot myself forward and saw him leaning forward with my dick in his mouth! Holy shit, now I was really queer. Or he was! Or one or maybe both of us is! Crap, it felt soooo damn good. He would suck about three or four inches into his mouth, and I felt his tongue tickling me just under my head. I had to put my hands on his head to steady myself. But then I realized my hips were going back and forth and I was fucking his mouth. He kept moaning and moaning and the vibrations on my dick were shooting right down to my toes. And when they hit the bottom I felt them crawling back up my legs. When I felt the tingling in my nuts it felt stronger than ever because he kept massaging my sack. "John, uh John, I'm gonna..." I was trying to tell him I was gonna shoot off, but it didn't look like he was listening. Instead he kept humming and moaning and I couldn't hold back any more. I started to shoot off RIGHT INSIDE OF HIS MOUTH! I was feeling way too good to feel bad about shooting off with his mouth around my dick. And he never missed a lick, and I mean a lick because I felt his tongue rubbing under my dickhead while I shot off. But pretty soon I couldn't take his tongue any more and I tried to push his head off and pull myself out of his mouth. But he grabbed by butt and pushed me into his face, and his tongue began licking all around my dick. I quit pushing back and he kept licking and sucking me even though I wasn't nearly as hard as I was. Then he began to pull on my butt cheeks and massaging them like he massaged my nuts. It all was feeling so damn good, and I could feel his fingers just moving together behind me. I didn't think I had that much feeling in my butt, but he sure made it feel good. His fingers met and he started rubbing me under my nuts, not my nuts, but just behind them. It kind of tickled, but it felt real good. I was lost in dreamland with this man sitting in front of me with my dick in his mouth. And he looked like he was enjoying it as much as I was. But what he did next almost shocked me out of my skin, as if putting his mouth on my dick wasn't shocking enough! He started playing with my asshole. Now my asshole is never something I thought would ever make me feel good. It just takes a shit, you know? But his fingers were playing around it, and man, I started to feel funny in my dick. Then he began poking my butthole with a finger, and the more he poked the more I felt it in the base of my dick. Pretty soon he pushed a little bit of his finger inside of me! I mean, inside of my asshole! I wanted to think it was gross, but my dick had other thoughts. It started to get hard. Then he started pumping his finger in and out, and each time it felt like he was getting deeper and deeper. It also felt like he was pressing a button inside of me, a pleasure button. And it felt good, damn good! I was hard before I even knew it. His finger was inside of my butt and my dick was in his mouth. I just couldn't figure it out, but I didn't want to figure on anything except shooting off again. He popped my dick out of his mouth and grabbed it with his other hand. I could see spit all over my dickhead, and he gripped it tight and began to jack it off. He was jacking me off with one hand and finger fucking my butt with the other, and I was out of control. All I could think about was shooting off, I watched my dick and just kept shouting "Oh oh oh oh oh!" And then before I could think of anything else I started shooting off again. He didn't even move out of the way! He let me shoot off all over his face! All over his fucking face! I couldn't even be grossed out because I kept shooting and shooting with his finger stuck all the way inside of me. It wasn't even pumping in and out, it was just pressing on the back of my sack from the inside. I never felt anything like that before! It was fucking wonderful! Soon, he popped his finger out of my butt and it smelled like shit. I could smell it when he pulled it out. I didn't care. I shot off. I got my rocks off, and his finger smelled like shit and he had shoot off all over his face. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face off, then he wiped his finger. When he stood up to put his handkerchief back in his pocket I saw the big bulge on the front of his pants. I don't know why I did it, but I reached out and touched it. I felt its sides, I felt how big it was. There's no way my hand would fit around that thing. "Take it out," he panted at me. I looked up at him and his eyes were closed. I sat down on the running board and began to unbuckle his belt. Then I unsnapped his pants, unzipped them and pulled them down. I reached my thumbs in the elastic of his boxers and tried pulling them down, but his big dick was stuck in the elastic. I had to unsnap them first, and then I was able to pull them down. I looked at that massive dick in front of me, and I could swear it was as long as my forearm. I tried putting my hand around it, but I couldn't even reach all the way around it. He moaned as I touched it and began to rub it underneath. I pulled his skin back over that big head that looked like an apple, like I said before, except it was deep purple. I used two hands to hold it and move it back and forth. "Oh shit you feel good," he groaned. He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed his dick toward me. I kept jacking him off. I was touching it. I wanted to touch it so bad yesterday and now I was feeling it. It not only looked huge it felt huge! It felt like it weighed ten pounds! I put both my hands together and began to jack him up and down faster. He grunted every time I pulled back toward his stomach. I watched the giant head begin to glisten in the sun. It was moist and looked more like an apple than even before. There was a little drop of dew or something near his dick slit. It grew and when I pulled the skin over it smeared all over his dick making it slick. The drop kept coming back, and I watched it intently until finally, and I don't even know why I did it, I licked it. I did! I licked it right off! "Holy Shit!" he cried. "You gonna make me crazy, Bud!" I felt like I had total control over him! It felt good, too! I licked him again, and he groaned even louder! So I licked and licked, and then I tried. I tried to put him in my mouth. There was no way! I tried stuffing him in my mouth, but could only get a part of that apple in. I made my lips crawl around it and made my tongue lick and lick and lick. Then I remembered what he did, and I reached down and felt his heavy balls in the palm of my hand. I lifted them up just a little bit, and I heard his growls get deeper. Hell, this was good! I started to very carefully massage his balls in my hand and at the same time I licked like crazy. I felt him pull away from me, but I kept the suction up on my mouth. "Bud, wait," he yelled and then pulled his dick out of my mouth holding it at the base. I put my other hand back with my other one and began to pump him back and forth as much as I could until he couldn't stand it. And it happened. That big dick began shooting off. It shot off so much that it must have gone nine feet! I swear it looked like somebody was shooting a water gun! I pointed it away from me and pumped and he kept shooting some more. I have no idea what I got so much pleasure watching this man shoot his dick off, but it made me horny as hell to see this. Finally, he told me to stop, that he was sore. So I let him go an watch his dick drop and swing between his legs. I just couldn't take my eyes off of it, it was hypnotizing. "Shit Bud, you are so damn good. I never came like that before," he said. "Came where?" I asked him. "Came - like had an orgasm, like shot off." he explained. Never heard anyone say something like that before, and I kinda thought it was funny. "Shit, boy, you hard again? You never gonna get soft until you get some pussy, huh?" "Yeah, probably," I chuckled. Without a word he pulled up his boxers and pants but didn't buckle or snap anything. He got up and walked awkwardly to his car. He reached in the passenger side window and opened his glove box. He was looking for something and found it. He came back holding what looked like a big tube of toothpaste. He dropped his pants and boxers and sat back down, his big dick hanging over the running board pointing to the ground. "Want some pussy?" he asked as he unscrewed the cap on the toothpaste. "Shit yeah," I laughed. "You got some?" "Kinda," he said squeezing the tube. What came out wasn't toothpaste. It was clear. He squeezed some in his hand, and then reached over to me with it. I pulled back, and he told me it was alright. "It's lube." Lube? Like for a tractor? What the shit do I need to lube my dick for? But he began to rub it all over my hard on. Up and down and all around, especially on my dick head. It felt good. Wasn't cold or anything and it didn't smell. It just felt good with his hand working it over. Then he let me go and picked up his big dick with his other hand. Then he began to rub that lube under his balls and in his asshole. I saw him put one and then two fingers in his ass. I couldn't believe it! I was wondering if I could put some lube in my asshole. Maybe it would feel good to. "Ready?" he said as he stood up. "Yeah," was all I said, not even sure of what I was ready for. "Then come here," he instructed motioning me closer to him, but he turned around to face the truck. I was trying to figure out what the hell he was doing, maybe gonna pee on the tire or something. Then he bent over and I could see his hairy ass in front of me, and thought he was looking for something. I was going to bend over and help him look and ask what he was looking for. But then he reached beneath his legs and grabbed my dickhead. I jumped I was so surprised! He began to pump me, and I just stood there letting him. Then he tried to pull me toward him, and I sort of stumbled before him a little bit. He pulled me even closer until my dick was touching him. Then he grabbed my balls gently, but pulled me even closer! What the shit was going on? But then I felt it. I felt him take my dickhead and put it right on his butthole. I mean right on his butthole! I wanted to back up, but he was rubbing by dickhead up and down and it felt too damn good. He leaned backward a little, then a little more and then I felt it! I felt my dick going up in his ass! I swear to god, my dick was going up inside of his asshole! Now I was really, really grossed out! But shit it felt better than anything, I mean anything I had ever felt before. Instead of wanting to pull out I grabbed him by his hips and tried to go deeper. "Not so fast, man. I'm tight and you're big!" he mumbled. Not as big as him, but I felt huge inside that tight asshole. I started to pump in and out when I slowed down a bit. "You like than 'man pussy?'" he asked. "SHIT YEAH!" I said riding up and down his asshole. Then all of a sudden I just started shaking. I think it started in my dickhead and traveled down the shaft until it bottomed out in my toes. Then it shot all the way up to my head, and I could feel myself wanting to shoot off real bad. "You gonna come?" he hollered back at me. I grunted, "Yeah, I think so," and desparately tried to hold off. Then all of a sudden I felt him clinch his asshole around my dick as if he was sucking me in, and it was all too much. I rammed into his butt as hard as I could holding his hips with all my might. I know I blacked out for a brief second because I could see lights flashing in my eyes. I think I let out a scream or something when I felt my dick start to pump all my white stuff up this guy's ass. I just kept humping away at him feeling like an animal. I didn't even think of him as a human being anymore, just a place to put my dick as deeply as possible. I must have shot off a half-dozen times, and some of those I don't think anything came out. My dick still felt hard even though I didn't have any more to go. But I just left it where it was while I tried to catch my breath. John was breathing pretty hard, too, and for a while I was wondering if I had hurt him. When I was finally able to say anything I asked if he was OK. "Yeah, man, I'm fine," he gasped, "how about you?" "I'm good, too. Real damn good," I panted back. "You were a wild man back there. You liked it a lot, huh?" He kinda laughed. "Yeah, man, I liked it a lot. A whole lot! Shit, I never felt nothing like that before!" Then he leaned forward a little bit, and as much as I hated it my dick started to slip out of his asshole. It finally came out with a pop, and it was covered with lube and my shoot off. I guess I expected it to look and smell like shit, but it didn't. But the smell was pretty bad anyway, like when we breed the bulls and stuff. He stood and turned around to look at me, and I guess I looked like shit myself, all sweaty with a slimy dick. His big dick was hard again, and he was holding it in his hand. I really didn't know what to think, because I knew I wasn't going to get hard again for a while, but if I did I'd want to shoot off again. So I didn't know if he wanted me to jack him off or what. Finally I asked, "Do you want to stick your dick in my ass?" knowing that he'd probably tear me apart. "Shit no, man, I can't do that," he laughed. "It would probably kill you. Nah, I only stick it in women because they can take it in their pussy better." "You ain't queer?" I just blurted out without thinking. I mean he jacked me off yesterday, sucked me today and just let me butt-fuck him, so I thought he was queer. "Hell no, I ain't queer!" He roared with laughter. "I just knew you were in bad shape, so I thought I'd help you out. You thought I was queer? Hah, my wife would get a laugh out of that." "You married?" I was puzzled? "Well, yeah, I'm married, but I ain't dead. I mean, I like pussy a lot, a lot more than my wife can give. And sometimes when I can't find pussy I find other ways to make myself feel good - like you just did." "You ever butt-fuck a guy?" "Hah, no way. Like I said, I'd probably kill a guy sticking this up his butt. But I like the way it feels when somebody butt fucks me. Remember how I stuck my finger up your butt? Yeah, like that, but a whole lot better." He kept jacking himself while he was talking, so I asked him if he wanted me to do that for him. "Nah, I'm gonna do it fast because I gotta go." And he started to really pump his big dick until it got harder and harder. And he looked at my dick and I started to stroke it, but with all the lube and having just shot off like a gallon I couldn't get hard. But he watched me play with myself, and all of a sudden he let out a grunt and I watched him shoot off over the truck, and then all over the tire. When he was finished he pulled his boxers and pants back up, tucked his shirt in and walked to his car. "See you later, Bud. Glad you liked it. Now go find a girl and get some real pussy. Trust me they feel real good." I hollered at him "Hey, ain't you coming back this way? I mean, this ain't our farm. We farm off of Highway 14 about seven miles from here." "Yeah, if I get out that way I'll look you up, ok?" I felt kind of heartbroken. I mean, I don't think I was queer, but it sure felt good how he made me feel, and I think I could use a little bit of it every day. So I watched as he got in his car and started it up. He put it in gear then pulled up a little bit until he could see me through the passenger window. He hollered at me, "You got a pretty dick, Bud. And it taste good. Maybe I'll come by and taste it again if it's OK with you." I shook my head as hard as I could still fiddling with my dick. Then he waved and took off. I watched the baby blue Chevy disappear down the highway before I realized that I was half naked standing by the road. I hurried and hitched my pants back up, and then climbed on the running board to see where the rice cart was. Everybody was still on the other side of the field, but before too long the cart started coming my way. After Craig had emptied his rice into my truck he put his tractor into idle and shouted at me "Who was that guy?" I sat on the rail of the truck bed and said "That was my friend John. He came by to say hi. We talked for a while." "Yeah, stayed for pretty long, huh?" "Well, ain't got nothing else to do. Might as well talk with a friend, huh?" He slammed his tractor into gear and yelled "Yeah, I guess," and then opened the throttle and headed back into the field. Later that afternoon I headed to the bins with the last load from the field. Tomorrow we would be back on our farm, and my fun on the side of the highway would be a nice memory. I kept waking up all night long thinking about John, and every time I did I had to jack off some more. I hardly got any sleep. I didn't know if I was turning queer or not, but I started to really miss him and the fun we had together. I know he was an older guy, oh yeah, and he was married too. So I know that there's nothing that would go on for a long time anyway, but I just wanted to have a few more days of fun. The next morning I could barely wake up. I finally got out in the barnyard at 7:00, and Craig gave me the evil eye, like "where you been?" I ignored him and went to get my grease gun to help lube the combine. "Your friend coming back today?" Craig asked in kind of a snippy voice. "Nah, probably not. He was just on his way somewhere when he stopped. Said he was surprised to see me right there." I lied my ass off. I didn't give a shit. Craig was an asshole, so I didn't care. Around eleven we headed for the fields right behind the tractor shed. It was only 15 acres so we probably wouldn't be here all day. It was close to my house and the farmer's house, and it was also close to the neighbor's kids which sucked. Sure enough, I'm sitting in the shade of the truck and three of the little brats come to sit with me. They started fighting over shit like sticks and rocks. I told them they had to leave because it was dangerous to sit under a truck like this, and it probably was. "Aw screw you, this ain't dangerous at all," they mocked me. I chased them off and they ran away. I was enjoying the solitude and thinking a lot about John. My dick of course was hard as a rock, and I fiddled with it while I had my cap over my eyes. "Hey there," came a voice that made me jump up at once. No, it wasn't John like I hoped. It was another kid from one of the houses, but he was not a brat like the others. He was a little bit older and pretty friendly. He was dressed almost like me in a t-shirt, cutt-off blue jeans and tennis shoes. "Hey," I hollered back. "I'm Bud." "Yeah, I'm Shane," he said. "Saw you driving the big truck. Is it hard?" I wondered if he was talking about driving the truck or something else. "Nah, driving's not hard," I replied. "So what, you 17, 18?" "Hah, nah, I'm just 13," he answered with a chuckle. "Well, you look bigger." I was puzzled - what was making me say these things? But then I looked down at his pants and I could swear he had a hard on. Man, my mind started to go crazy. "Wanna sit in the shade," I offered. "Yeah, sure," he said, and I scooted over as he bent over to sit down. That's when I could easily make out the outline of his dick in his pants. Yeah, he sure was hard. "Kinda nice under here, huh? Yeah, I just wait for the cart to fill me up, then I head out to the bins to unload. Wanna ride when I go?" I asked. "Hey, yeah, sure, that would be cool," he sounded excited. "Yeah, only thing missing here is girls, right?" I joked. "Shoot yeah, ain't a girl around here for miles. Sucks not to have girls around," he sighed. "Yeah, I know what you mean," and I glanced over at him as I began to rub and grab myself through my pants. "Been so long I'm about to dry up." He laughed and watched me rub myself. At first he didn't really do anything, but then he started to get comfortable and was finally rubbing himself just a little bit, almost so slow you couldn't really tell. But his hand was definitely over his dick. "You gotta girlfriend?" I asked point blank. "Nah, not really. I mean I like them, but I ain't got one that I go with or anything. I mean I'm only 13 and all, so I don't really get to do anything with them. But I'd like to!" he said excitedly. "Yeah, what would you like to do with them? You would kiss them?" I aksed "Shoot yeah," he replied. "Touch em? Touch their tits and stuff." "Aw man, if they'd let me!" "Maybe take their clothes off and see then naked?" "God damn, talk about! I'd love to see a naked girl in real life!" he gushed. "How about get them to suck on your dick, or maybe jack you off?" I was pushing it. "Awww, man, I'd go crazy for that." And he really started to rub himself. I could see his hard on outlined perfectly in his jeans. Didn't look to be too small. "Yeah, if they did that they'd probably let you fuck them, too. Ain't nothing like fucking a good hairy pussy," I imagined out loud. But he didn't know I ain't never fucked one either. Didn't matter because he was jacking himself off inside his pants. "Yeah man," I continued, "somtimes when I think about pussy I just gotta relieve myself, you know what I mean?" And with that I slipped my hard dick out from under my pants leg and began to jack off right in front of him. Now, I know there's no way I would have done anything like that before meeting John. My dick was my private territory and I didn't share it with anybody. But John taught me how to make myself feel good and let others make me feel good. Shane grabbed his dick and held on to it and just stared openly at mine. He didn't say anything for a few seconds but watched me rub my hand up and down my shaft. "God damn, you got a big one, man! Shit, that thing's huge! Look at the size of your head! How long is it?" The kid couldn't shut up. He just kept going on and on about my dick, and it made me feel better and better. "Shit it ain't all that big, but it does feel good being out in the open like this. I love jacking my dick outside. Ain't nothing like it." And I looked at him through the corner of my eyes to see what he would do. He rubbed himself a bit more and kept his eyes on my dick. Then he looked down at his crotch and started to fiddle a bit. When I finally turned my head and looked over I saw he had taken his whole dick out and was rubbing up and down too. I was surprised to see how big he was, too. Not too much smaller than mine, to tell you the truth. It was smooth and looked kind of pretty. And man, he was hard as a fucking rock! "See, told you that feels good, huh? Man, you got a nice size dick yourself." He looked at me excitedly and said "You think so? You think I'm big, too?" "Hell yeah you big. Look at that thing. Put it next to mine and compare." And I turned sideways to point my dick to him and he turned and put his right by mine. Yeah, he was a little smaller, but not by much. But when our dicks touched I swear I almost shot off! Shit that felt fantastic! I began to rub myself leaning sideways like that and kind of feeling him at the same time. Then I rubbed my dick on his dick just a little, kind of like it was by accident, but his hair tickled me. "Shit, this feels kind of good, huh?" I finally said. "Uh huh" was all he could manage to say. All of a sudden the little bastard started shooting off! Started shooting off all over my dick and stuff! I watched that little dick spasm and spurt, and the white stuff was all over the place. "Oh sorry, sorry, man," he grunted. But he kept pumping away and finally pulled on it to drain the last drop. "Man, I'm so sorry," he said. "I ain't never done nothing like that with nobody. Man that felt great!" "Well, you got your shit all over me" I acted like I was mad. "Look man, it's all over my dick and stuff." "I'm sorry, man, what do you want me to do. Clean it up? Here." And he leaned in to wipe it off with his hand. I held my hard dick out so he could wipe it off, and as he was doing it I kept pushing my dick into his hand. He would wipe and I would push. Finally, I really pushed it into his hand where he had no choice but to hold. it. Holy crap, the light bulbs started flashing in my head. It was just like being with John all over again. This kid was holding my dick, and I felt fantastic. "Well, go ahead," I said. And I turned back over on my back and let go of my dick, but his hand never left. "Shit it's big!" he said in awe. And he began to pump it up and down. I knew I wasn't going to last too long. I closed my eyes trying to think of something else so I could keep this feeling going. "Shane, Momma said you gotta... OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE Y'ALL DOING?" It was a girl's voice that sounded so far away at first and then pounded between my ears. I popped my eyes open and there stood a cute girl dressed almost identically to Shane and looked something like her. The boy and I both scrambled to cover up, but I know she saw everything. Still, I wasn't going to let myself hang out in front of a girl. "Oh, I, uh, look, Sherry, look, I uh, shit, look" Shane mumbled and stuttered not knowing what to do. She quickly turned around in place with her back to use and just screamed "What were you doing? Oh my god! What were you two doing?" "Just playing, I promise," Shane pleaded while buckling his pants. "I promise we were just playing around. It was nothing going on. Please don't tell Momma. Please. I'll do anything you want." When I finally came to some sort of sense I yelled at her above her screaming, "Who the hell are you?" "That's my sister," replied Shane. "I thought you said there was no girls around?" "She ain't no girl; she's my sister." "The hell she ain't! She's a girl all right," I said excitedly. "I was talking about big girls, pretty girls," Shane said disdainfully. "Well, she looks pretty big to me," I said looking at her chest, which looked like she had at least some small boobs. "And she looks pretty to me, too." Then she turned part way around to look at me. Her face still looked mad, but I could tell she wasn't as mad as she was letting on. "Yeah, what did Momma want?" Shane asked snapping his pants. "She said you gotta bring the peas to Miss Helen..." and before she could finished Shane yelled "Oh yeah!" and before he could finish dressing he ran off without another word. I finished buttoning my pants, and when I looked up she was standing in front of me facing me. "What were you two really doing?" she asked. "Like he said we were just messing around. Just guy stuff." I replied trying not to make a big deal out of it. "You a homo?" she blurted. "Oh hell no, I ain't no homo!" I yelled at her, but then quickly thinking how for the last three days I played with other guys' dicks, and then wondered if I were telling the truth. "But I saw Shane and he was touching..." she began. "Yeah, that's all. He just wanted to see mine cuz he heard it was big," I lied. "But he got one of his own." "Yeah, well I dont know." I trailed off. "Well, I'm glad you're not a homo," she said. "Why is that?" I asked. "Just 'cause. I mean," she started blushing, "I dunno." "How old are you?" I asked trying to change the subject. "Thirteen," she replied. "You?" "I'm fifteen. I'm Bud," I offered. "Sherry," she said. "I know." "I knew your name was Bud, too." she said as she gave me a little crooked smile. "What?" I was puzzled. "I'm so embarrassed." she put her face in her hands. "What? C'mon. It's ok. Tell me." I felt the butterflies in my stomach wondering what she was going to say." "I kinda been watching you from the house. I see you when you work in the morning. Sometimes when you shovel you don't wear a shirt. I kinda wanted to meet you, but I was afraid you'd think I was a little girl." "Well, I think you ain't no little girl, that's for sure. I think you're cute. I like you." I saw her blush. "Well, I gotta go home. Momma's gonna wonder what I been doing." And she started to go. "Hey, wait a minute. Which house is yours? Where do you live in case I might wanna come visit or something." "That white one way over there," she said as she pointed to a house about 200 feet down the gravel road. I looked at the house and then it was like I got punched in the stomach. There sitting by the house was a very familiar looking car. It was a blue Chevy! It was just like the Chevy I had seen the past couple of days when my "education" started. "Who... who's that car for? Who drives that Chevy over there?" I pointed crazily trying to keep my emotions together. "What car? Oh that one! That's Uncle John's car. He's visiting for a few days. You know him. He said he already met you. He's a great guy. He knows so much, and he teaches me a lot. He acts like my Daddy since I never knew my real one. I love when he comes to visit. He treats me like a princess. He's seen you before. I know you didn't know it. When he got here on Monday he saw you working on the combine and asked who you were. I kinda got stupid and told him that I didn't know. But he knew that I liked you. He can tell that kind of stuff. So we talked about you and stuff. He told me I should come and get to know you better." I know my mouth was hanging open as she was talking. I heard the cart pull up to the truck, but I didn't even make a move to go shovel. "Yeah, he said that he talked to you. Did he? That's what he said. I shouldn't even tell you this, but we talked a lot about you last night." "Yeah, yeah, I talked to him, I guess." My face started burning. "Well, I told him that I wanted to meet you, and he said I should go and talk to you. I told him I didn't think that I could do that, and he said you were just a boy and that you'd probably like to meet me too. " "I feel kind silly that I shocked you when I got here. I knew Shane was gonna try to do something with you. He's a little asshole and likes to play nasty with people, but mostly the little boys around the house. I knew when he was talking to you for a long time that he was going to want to play with you naked. He just likes that. Make me play with him too. It just feels weird with my brother though. "I'm glad we finally met," she said with a sly smile on her face. "Me too!" was all I could say. "Hey, you little asshole. Boss man ain't paying you to talk to your girlfriend all day. You better get up there and shovel that rice," Craig yelled at me as he came around the truck. "Fuck you," I shouted at him, and I turned toward Sherry. "Maybe I could see you later tonight? Would it be ok if I came over." "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "Uncle John would probably like to see you again anyway." I bet he would, I thought to myself as I touched her hand and then climbed up on the truck. I watched her skip to her house as I shoveled rice. Then I looked and saw John waiting at the gate for her. He waved at me, and I gave a weak wave back. This is gonna be weird, I thought. --- Read the rest of Vargas stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas/

Provisional Edited by Lance Vargas (EDITOR'S NOTE: I'm the kind of person who people feel like they can tell their story to. This story cost me two bottles of Dewar's and two evenings with the main figure in this story who felt very nervous about relating it. I've never had the opportunity to show somebody a story about them after I've completed it, but I wanted him to read it first. He said I made it sound a lot better than it really was, but I think he was pleased and relived some interesting times. Hope you enjoy.) Talk about the worst luck: not only have I spent the last three weeks away from my new bride, now they're making me spend another week in a tent! We had not even celebrated our six-month anniversary when the Scout Executive sent news to me through the training center that I was tagged to be the "provisional" scoutmaster for summer camp. "It's just a week," Dan told me. "What's another week?" To a newlywed a week is like asking a starving man to sit at the table but don't take a bite. I wondered to myself if undergoing this training at the Schiff Scout Reservation was the right career choice. Meg's father had been anxious for me to manage his carpet store. Yet here I was. I had never been a boy scout, and now I'm studying to be a professional scout district executive. Eight-hundred miles from home in the woods of New Jersey I thought about my lot in life. Meg and I had almost killed each other the night before I left trying to get as much sex in before the dry spell. Now that spell had been extended. Well, fortunately, Dan let me spend the first night back at home before I was to report to camp. There was no reason for Dan to ask why I was so tired that next morning. Sleep was sacrificed for the sake of my sanity. Let's just say Meg wasn't walking straight that morning either. I got there a few hours before the campers would arrive in the afternoon. Will, the camp director, showed me to my troop's site way out in Bunfuck, Egypt. We walked past other campsites with 10 or 20 tents each. Here was my little podunk place with five tents, including a large one for me. "Uh, Will, only four tents for the scouts?" I asked. He chuckled a bit and said, "If we get eight boys we'll be lucky. Mostly rich kids whose folks are trying to get rid of them for a little bit during the summer." The provisional troop is made up of scouts who come to camp without their troop. Either the troop hasn't planned to attend camp together or the boys have a schedule conflict. In either case, they're mine for a week. Lucky me, I thought. I inspected my tent. Not bad, big, single bed, desk, table and lamp, wooden palette for a floor. Actually, it was more than big enough for Meg to join me if there was a double cot available. Will said that if she were game she could join me in the tent. I was a bit removed from the boys' tents so I could have a bit of privacy. Meg already told me that Holiday Inn was the most roughing it she was interested in. An hour before check-in the early birds arrived. I came out of my tent and saw five boys inspecting the premises, each carrying a full backpack and a sleeping roll under their arm. Before walking over to introduce myself I just observed to see how this little social group would interact. Three of them looked to be friends and were checking out a tent together, even though the tents were meant for two. The two others were solo acts, and were favoring the tents on the end, away from the others. I finally introduced myself and found out they were all from separate troops, even the three I thought were together. I offered whatever assistance I could, which wasn't much, and told them where my tent was located and where first aid could be found. I reminded them of assembly in two hours and left them to set up their sites. I walked to the admin building to get coffee. When I returned to the campsite just over an hour later I called out to them to prepare for assembly. There was a great ruckus in the tent where the three scouts were bunking almost to the point that I was afraid it was going to come tumbling down. As I walked toward the tent I asked aloud if they needed any help. "Uh... no sir. We're OK." came one nervous little voice. "Jerry thought he saw a rat, but it was a leaf," another called out. I chuckled at that and went to my tent. We "marched" to assembly together as a troop; well a troop in name only. I had the three musketeers and the two lone wolves staggered behind me. This was going to be a wonderful week, I can see it coming, I thought to myself. Assembly, dinner, evening campfire and then it was time for turn-in. As the campsite grew quiet and the glow of flashlights in the tents went out one by one, I thought about sneaking out to the poker game I heard about in the commissioners' area. Instead I just stayed in my tent feeling sorry for myself and thinking about Meg. I fought the urge to sneak to the latrine and jack off so I slept with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night. Revellie sounded the next morning at 7:00 a.m., and I thought about walking around the campsite to gather the troops. But looking down at my boxers I figured one flagpole in camp is enough. It was going to be hard enough to make it to the latrine to take my morning piss without giving a show to all the woodland creatures. I heard some of the guys leaving their tents and called out that I would be at breakfast later. I heard a couple of replies, but mostly footsteps walking away. A cold shower is just what I needed to get me going on my way in a presentable fashion, so I stripped off my boxers and t-shirt and fitted myself into a pair of khaki shorts, grabbed my towel and headed to the latrine. The latrine is a free-standing toilet-shower area with an opening below and above the walls and a roof overhead. The floor is a concrete slab with a step-up into the single shower. The shower is separated from the urinals by a half-wall, otherwise it's open. I threw my towel over the shower wall, unzipped my shorts letting my hard dick fly free and tried to piss. I waited and waited to get soft enough to let it flow, but "junior" was having none of it. I slapped it, squeezed the head, wagged it about, but I could never get soft. I guess a quick hand job was the only way I was going to be able to piss this morning. I grabbed my dick at the base wondering, hoping that all the boys had left for breakfast. My question was answered as I pulled back on my shaft and heard a noise in the shower. My first reaction was to jerk my head in fear and cover myself, but instead knowing that I had been busted I just looked left over to the stall and there was Eric, one of the three musketeers. His head was poking from behind the half wall, eyes focused right on my dick. "God damn," was all he said. He was no more than 12 or 13, a cute little blonde boy with that bad boy smirk or smile, or whatever you call it. Now, I am a 100% heterosexual red-blooded American male who, given the opportunity outside of my monogamous relationship, would fuck any presentable woman making herself available to me. But here I was being gawked at by a pre-teen boy, and I felt myself getting harder and hornier than I can ever remember being. He came from behind the shower wall wearing a towel wrap and shower flip-flops, all the time having his eyes trained on my dick. I held it in my hand feeling it throb almost in pain aching for relief. He came closer and examined it closely from base to tip, even looking at my balls and sack. I have no idea what came over me, but I moved my legs letting my shorts drop to the floor and bending my knees to give him a better view of my package. I was nude from the ankles up. Then I did something I cannot believe would ever happen, I slowly released my grip on my dick and pulled my hand away letting it point almost straight up; then I turned it toward him silently offering it to him to feel. "It's so big," was all he whispered. And he reached over with his left hand and tried to circle his thumb and forefinger around my dick. My shaft did look huge in his little hand, but I could hardly register that at the moment. All I could do was moan loudly, almost doubling over with pleasure at another's touch on my organ. Somewhere through the fog invading my brain I hoped no one was left in camp, but I couldn't dwell on that at the moment. Eric had circled his whole hand around my girth and started to move up and down. I moaned even more leaning forward at the same time thrusting to push myself into his hand. He never let go through my movements. "Hold on," he said as he let go and moved around to my right side, grabbing my dick again with his right hand. His left hand reached under and fondled my sack feeling my balls. Not another word was spoken, but I groaned and moaned as the intense pleasure from my groin continued building. He never went fast just steady, going up and down and watching the tip spew pre-cum. He released my sack with his left hand and smeared the head of my dick with liquid as he pulled back tightly with his right. That was it! My knees started to shake, and I almost blacked out as my dick shot the first volley of semen on the wall about a foot above the urinal. He then jerked my dick again holding it tight against the base watching it shoot over and over. When it was through I started to piss, and still he held my dick pointing it in the urinal until I was finished. Coming to my senses I realized what had just happened in the last five minutes and I was totally confused. I looked at the kid who had now dropped his towel and was sporting a young hard-on of his own. I didn't know what to do, so I just smiled and winked at him, stepped out of my shorts and headed for the shower. When I finished showering he was gone. I got dressed and went to breakfast. - I didn't have to spend time with the troop during the morning courses so I didn't have to face my little jack-off friend right away. Still I couldn't think of anything else except what happened that morning, how good it felt and how much trouble I could be in if anyone found out. That last part weighed on my mind a lot. Nevertheless, I had enjoyed it and wanted more, even though I knew I could never let it happen again. I saw Eric at lunch, but he just smiled as he walked by with his tray to go sit with his friends. I think I smiled back, but I was so confused I didn't know what to think. Was I turning queer or becoming a child molestor? But he molested me! Yeah, like that would hold up in court. "Hey, Brad, how's Provisional?" Will said as he sat down beside me with his tray. "I had Provisional last year, you know, and it can be fun," he said. "Uh huh," I responded glancing over at him to see if he was joking or serious. He just went about pouring ketchup on his fries not giving a hint of anything. "It hasn't been too bad... yet," I joked. "I think I'll survive." "Yeah, you got some good kids in there, like that Eric," he went on. My eyes widened and I scanned his face looking for clues if he knew anything. Nothing showed. "This is his second year here, and he's made some good friends from last time. Good group." Will just kept babbling while I was caught up in my thoughts. Did he know anything? Was he suspicous? I picked up my tray and made some lame excuse for leaving early. "Just have fun with it, Brad. OK?" he called out to me. I didn't answer, but walked past where Eric was sitting with his friends. "Hey, Mr. Brad," one of them called out. "You going swimming with us this afternoon?" It was the oldest one; I couldn't remember his name. "Nah," I tried to respond jokingly, "didn't bring my trunks." "You don't need 'em," he shot back. "I thought you had a trunk." Then the three started to giggle like little girls. At first I thought he was talking immature gibberish, but I was already out of the mess hall when the realization of what he was saying hit me. Before I could register it fully I heard footsteps running up behind me. Eric. "Hey Mr. B, why don't you come swimming with us? We're going in the creek, not the pool. And it'll just be the three of us. Not a whole lot of guys," he huffed, trying to catch his breath. "No, really, Eric," I replied as casually as I could, "I really don't feel like swimming right now." For a split second I tried with all my might to muster enough courage to talk to him about what happened this morning and how it can never happen again. "Eric..." I started. But at that moment I heard others coming up behind us. I turned and looked and it was the other two, Eddy and Jerry. "Hey, y'all coming?" one of them asked. I opened my mouth to respond, but Eric cut in, "He's got some stuff to do." I saw one of them, I think it was Jerry, staring intently at my crotch. Even when I caught him looking his eyes caught mine for a split-second and returned below my waist. Nervously, I changed my position as if to leave. The kid chuckled a bit, turned and left with the others. Crap! Did Eric tell anybody about what happened this morning? Do they all know? How many in camp knew, I wondered. I headed to admin to hang around with the other execs mainly not to be alone but also to see if they knew anything. Pete, a young commissioner, but a veteran of five seasons, greeted me when I stepped up to the porch where he was sitting with a pile of papers on his lap. "Hey, Brad. How's it going? Provisional's a piece of cake, huh?" he asked while he shuffled through the pile "Yeah, not a whole lot of heavy lifting, but all in all I'd rather be home. Hell, I've been away almost a month," I replied feeling rather sorry for myself. "Well, after camp's over it'll be two months since I've been home. No use going home on Saturdays since we gotta get this whole thing set up for the next week," he said. "Yeah, it can really get to you sometimes being 'cooped' up in this big ole camp. But you get creative trying to release the pressure." I had no idea what he was talking about, and staring at his face didn't give me any clues either. "You got the 'Terrific Trio' this year, huh?" he asked, but before I could respond, Will came out of the hut onto the porch, and hearing trio he responded, "Oh yeah, those three are back. That's kind of cool." "What do you mean?" I asked, perhaps a little more interested than I should have been. "Well, those three came here in provisional last year," Will began, "Total strangers, but after the first day they became best buds and were always together. Funny, too, because they're from different troops at least 30 miles apart. Have no idea if they see each other anywhere else but here. " "Yeah, I noticed they were pretty chummy. Looks like a fun little group, too," I added trying hard not to give anything away. "Chummy's not what I'd call it," Will chuckled a bit, "and fun? You have no idea. They're nice boys, but get a little overexcited, like some boys do. You know what I mean." I didn't know what he meant, but I know how I took it to mean. I wondered how much Will knew? Did they have any episodes last year, or was this just one of those things. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't wrestle that image from my brain of Eric giving me a hand job in the latrine. It consumed my thoughts so much I figured I better leave before my subconscious blurted something out. "Well, let me go check on the guys," I said as I got up from the rocker and started down the steps. "Hey, Brad, loosen up and have fun. Really," Will advised. "Just go with the flow, and everybody will be happy. OK?" "Oh yeah, no problem, Will," I tossed over my shoulder, "it's all fun." I walked back to the campsite figuring that all of the boys would be engaged in afternoon activities, and a little peace and quiet might mean a nap. I opened the heavy canvas flaps to my tent to circulate some air. Definitely Army-issue, I thought. No zippers, heavy and huge. The scoutmasters were issued these big 8-man tents, primarily used for field offices. Although Spartan in look, the furnishings were just what you needed in camp. Pretty decent iron bed, no cot; a filing cabinet used as a bedside table and electric lamp on top with another outlet for a radio or something. A table/field desk combination and a couple of metal chairs. Even with all of that the tent was so huge it just swallowed up all of the furnishings making it almost look empty. Lying back on the bed I tried to push everything out of my mind when I heard a little voice at my tent flaps. "Hey Mr. B, you sleeping?" It was Eric standing there with wet hair and a towel. I sat up on my elbows. "You wanna go hiking with me? Just us. They got a cool trail on this side of camp where nobody goes," he pleaded. "Where's everybody? I asked. "They went to the pool. Creek's too cold, and I didn't wanna go." "Eric, I'm not up to hiking right now. Let me take a rain check, ok?" "OK, well..." he paused, "I'm gonna go to my tent and get out of my suit." He paused again looking at me. It seem like time stopped. What? He just stood there. Not a chance in hell I would respond to that any other way than to say "Ok." He turned and left with a furrowed brow. "Trouble, big trouble," I thought to myself. Hell, I couldn't stay in here with him out there. I got up from bed and left the campsite. When I was on the trail back to admin I turned and looked back at the campsite, Eric was at my tent again still in his suit, looking inside but not going in. Yep, T-R-O-U-B-L-E. I went down to the rifle range just to check out the other two scouts in the troop. Hell, almost forgot all about them. I chatted with the rangemaster for a bit watching the boys shoot paper targets. Getting bored with that I made the rounds of the other parts of camp, crafts, archery, orienteering and lashing. Dinner time is always big at camp; lots of songs, celebrations, noise, noise, noise. And it's always topped off with burnt weiners and beans on the first night. A rowdy game of "Capture the Flag" through the woods followed at dusk . And when all the scouts were successfully tired out from the day and evening sessions it was time to head off to the campsites and turn in. I gathered the troop and headed back not really engaging anyone in conversation, although the Three Musketeers chatted the whole way. The other two guys kept to themselves. After getting them all in their bunks the last thing I wanted to do was turn in myself while any of them were awake. So I headed back to admin where I knew the poker game was starting. "Hey Brad," Will said, "thought you would be having fun in the campsite." He chuckled as he dealt me in. "Yeah, right" was all I said. Only down $4.00 for the night, I decided 11:00 p.m. was a good time to hit the sack, knowing the camp was quiet. I returned to my tent and lowered the flaps. As I began to strip to my boxers I figured it was better to shower tonight than risk another morning like this morning. So I grabbed my towel and headed for the latrine. I returned to the tent and quickly slipped on a pair of clean boxers. It was still too warm for a blanket so I laid atop my bed to read for a while. When I reached for a magazine in the filing cabinet I was startled by the tent flap opening slightly. "Hey," a little voice piped in. It was Eric standing there in little white briefs. Before I could even say a word he came right into the tent up to my bed and quickly put his little hand in the fly of my boxers fishing for my dick. "I thought you might have missed me today," he said, as his hand found my cock and tried to maneuver it through the opening. I grabbed both of his wrists and said, "Listen. Eric, we can't do this. We need to talk about this. You can never do that again, do you understand? Not only is it wrong, it's dangerous. We could... I could get into so much trouble for this. It's crazy!" "No, it's not," he said as he wrestled against my hands but never releasing my dick. "Nobody's going to get in trouble. I promise." Even with my firm grip, he still managed to stroke my shaft causing me to get immediately hard. Damn, it felt so good. Why was I fighting this? I really needed it. But it was just so damn wrong. "Seriously, Eric, you gotta stop," I said almost pleading, but at the same time almost giving in. He got my dick free from my boxers and was stroking it up and down. My hands relaxed on his wrists, and he continued to stare and stroke. "Mr. B, you got the biggest dang dick I ever saw. It's even bigger than Eddy's, and his is huge." I couldn't even respond, the feeling was so good. This kid had done this before, many times probably. One hand was playing with my balls very gently and his other, barely surrounding my dick, was slowing going up and down. "Shit, Eric. That feels so good," I moaned. I laid my head back on the pillow closing my eyes, just reeling with the feeling when a new sensation hit me, and I jerked up with a start. Little Eric had put the entire head of my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it. SHIT! Goddamn that felt good. Holy shit, the kid's a cockscuker. His mouth began to move up and down over the head. That was about all he could get into his mouth, but he sure tried. He unsnapped my boxers and began pulling them down from my hips all the time keeping my dick in his mouth. I scooted up my butt up so he could move them down more easily. When they got past my knees I almost had a heart attack. The tent flap opened and the other two boys from their little group came in. "Goddamn, look at the size of that thing, Eddy. He's bigger than you!" one of them shouted almost too loud. "Fucking A!" Eddy responded. "You were right, Eric. Man, he's huge." I was stunned into silence not even having enough composure to object to what was happening. My mind raced trying to reconcile what was happening imagining all of the repercussions. Both of them walked right in and began pulling off their briefs like it was the most natural thing. Jerry, the younger one, had a most respectable semi-hard cock hanging between his legs. But when I saw Eddie's I gulped. His was tremendous on that slender body. I stared transfixed at the sight. Eric, who had stopped when the other two came in, resumed sucking my dick. Too many feelings to comprehend. My cock was being well serviced, and I was getting a floor show as Jerry reached down and stroked Eddy's big dick to a full erection. I just stared openly. Eddy saw me looking and waddled closer to the bed giving me a good look at his dick. He then grabbed Jerry's hand aiming his cock right at my face. I was so close to cumming I couldn't even think straight. I closed my eyes trying to muster all self control to keep from cumming and to try to get a handle on the situation, but I was completely out of it. Then I felt something pushing on my lips. It was Eddy forcing his dick into my mouth. I can only remember touching another man's dick one time in a locker room. A buddy was sporting a hard-on coming out of the showers, just as blatant as anything. He said he didn't know what made him so hard and that it was freaky. Then he asked me to feel how hard it was, and for some strange reason I did. I just squeezed it, let it go and agreed with him that it was hard. That was it. Here I was about to suck on a kid's dick, man-sized, but still a kid's. And I wasn't sure if I really wanted to or not. Eddy had already decided and pushed it pass my lips. For some strange reason, call it being a gentleman or whatever, it didn't feel right to refuse him, after all, his little friend had his mouth full with my own pecker, and it was feeling almost too good. I opened my mouth wide and felt the big glans go past my lips and teeth. Being a virgin at this I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I could feel everything that Eric was doing so I tried to do the same. I rolled my tongue across the bottom of his head, or tried to because my head was sideways, but I think I managed to do the right thing, because he left out a low, soft moan. His hips began moving back and forth literally fucking my mouth. All I could do was suck and lick. Eddy grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick. Damn, the kid was as hard as a rock, and it felt like he was growing. I guess that Jerry had let go completely when I started sucking. I stroked and sucked Eddy until his knees started to buckle. That's when I started to get scared, afraid that he was going to cum in my mouth. I had never even tasted my own cum before much less another man's, and I wasn't sure that I could take it. Somebody said something, I think it was Eddy, but Eric quit sucking on my dick and I felt a larger hand on it. I picked my head up as far as it would go with Eddy's dick stuffing my mouth and saw that Eddy now had my dick in his hand jacking me off. Shit, I was going to cum, I could feel my balls churning. But then everybody started moving. Eddy popped his dick out of my mouth, and with his hand still on my dick swung around to get on the bed, kneeling with his knees on either side of my head. His dick was right above my face now. With his other hand he pushed his dick down toward my mouth again and drove it home. He went too far down my throat, and I almost gagged, and I probably would have, too, except that I felt my dick being swallowed whole by his mouth. And I mean swallowed. I never had anyone "deep throat" me before, but this kid had me way past his tongue, his mouth wide open with his head going up and down making a "gaa gaa" sound. I knew I couldn't do what he was doing, but I tried my best to give him pleasure. I kept one hand on his shaft to keep him from driving it too deep again, but I stroked him as well as sucking on his head. Then I felt him pull his throat off my dick and begin to give me a hand job at the same time sucking on my head. That was too much. I tried to call out a warning, but all I could do was moan, higher and higher, faster and faster, my knees were trembling. Then Eddy grabbed my dick and pulled his hand back tightly against my body. I strained there for a few seconds, Eddy gently flicked the tip with his tongue, and then I let loose. I cannot remember an orgasm as intense as that one was. I could barely see Eddy trying to keep my dick in his mouth as I spasmed semen all over the place. I dont' know what the other two had been doing, but when I began cumming they stopped and watched and began to shout. "Holy Shit, look at all the cum!" "Man, he's gushing like a fire hydrant." That's when I felt Eddy start to tremble himself. His moaning grew louder and louder until I was afraid it was broadcasting all over camp. "Shiiiit," he cried and then he came... in my mouth. I felt his glans pulse and grow between my lips and felt the warm, salty fluid fill my mouth completely. I spit as much as I could, but had to swallow a bit just to try to breathe because it was spilling from my mouth to my nose and could feel it covering my chin and cheeks. Damn, this kid had some cum! My nose was burning and only then did I realize why I couldn't breathe: my nose was full of his semen. He pulled his dick from my mouth while he was still spurting and began to jack himself cumming even more. My chin and neck were coated with it, and I spit the rest out of my mouth. Eddy collapsed on top of me, his big dick laying across my face pressing against the side of my nose. I kind of made a motion to get up, but Eddy moved little. "Goddamn, that was good," was all he said. "I have a washcloth and towel on the chair," I called to Jerry, but Eric hustled and grabbed them for me. I began wiping my chest, neck and chin, at least the parts where I could reach that weren't covered by Eddy. Finally he slid off of me stumbling off the bed almost hitting the floor, but he caught himself and leaned against the bed. I wiped the rest of my face then handed the washcloth to Eric who motioned for it. While I dried myself with the towel I felt little Eric begin to clean around my cock with the washcloth. He wiped the head thoroughly, and I felt myself becoming erect again although I never got fully soft. Then I felt him wipe along my sack and down my ass crack. He tried hard to spread my legs so I helped him and spread them for him. Eric grabbed the back of my calves and began to pull my knees up. I was still reeling not only from the orgasm but the entire situation that I was confused about what he was trying to do. As I lay there, splayed like a frog with my knees in the air and feet on the bed, the boy grabbed my legs wanting me to scoot down on the bed. I did it without thinking until my heels were on the end of my bunk and my ass was almost hanging over. Then Eric resumed cleaning my asscrack with the wet washcloth. Oh man, it felt so good. He began kneading my buttcheeks with his other hand causing me to clinch my butt tight sometimes trapping the washcloth in between. I heard Jerry giggle, and then I noticed he had been watching intently. He came closer to where Eric was, and soon I felt his hands on my rear. I almost jumped out of bed when I felt something wet poke right into my asshole. Jerry gently pushed on my stomach in an effort to calm me down. I realized then that Eric had stuck his tongue in my butthole and was now licking it. I didn't even have time to be grossed out thinking about it. The sensation went from surprise to extreme pleasure, and I felt my dick get even harder. Jerry noticed this too and moved to the side of the bed where he began gently stroking my rod while keeping one hand on my stomach. Eric kept on licking and every once in a while he would prod on my hole with his finger. The feeling was awesome. Some time had passed before I saw Eddy again, and he appeared with something in his hand that looked like a tube of toothpaste. He handed it to Eric who stopped playing with my asshole, but Jerry kept petting my hard-on like he was worshipping it. I jumped again when I felt Eric touch my butthole again, but this time I felt something cool and slippery. He rubbed his fingers around my rectum gently pushing one inside. I didn't know what he had on his hand, but it was letting his finger slide in and out without discomfort. I started to relax my sphinctre letting him push his finger all the way up my butt feeling him rub me on the inside. The feeling was so estatic I didn't even whine when Jerry quit stroking me. I watched as he took the tube from the bed and begin to smear the goo all over his hard dick. He had me mesmerized stroking it up and down, and it shined in the lamp light. Eric was standing at the foot of the bed with one hand on my raised knee still fingering and stretching my asshole. After a pause I felt him push down on my hole with his thumb. It felt just a little different, but his thumb was more lubed than his finger had been so it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it felt good; so good I started to moan again. He moved his thumb so slowly around my anus, and it stretched it making it feel better. "Oh, keep doing that, it feels so good," I moaned. "Yeah, man, go on he likes it," laughed Jerry, just watching us and jacking his greasy dick. I was about to reach out and touch his dick when I felt Eric push his thumb deeper into me. But this felt different like his thumb kept getting thicker and it stretched my asshole. Then he went even deeper, and that's when I got the shock of my life! Eric had both hands on my hips, and I realized he had his dick up my ass and was buttfucking me! I immediately glanced down between my legs and saw Eric, his eyes closed, face almost in a grimace, thrusting back and forth. My initial shock was soon replaced by the feeling of both pain and pleasure as my asshole was stretched and stroked. I felt pain around the point of entry, but somewhere deep inside little Eric was hitting a spot that was driving me up a wall. Jerry was still standing next to me stroking himself and laughing at my confusion. On the one hand I didn't want to be fucked in the butt by a kid, but on the other hand it was feeling damn good. Now I was really questioning whether I was straight or not. Shit, I must be bisexual! Eric started speeding up his pumping, and Jerry moved behind him and started rubbing his bare chest. Eric was really going at it now, grunting as he stuck his dick in and up my butt. Then he started to shake, and I knew what was coming... it was Eric. He let out a loud squeal, and I felt his little dick start to throb and pump his semen into me. I watched his face grimace as he unloaded. I felt his dick get soft inside of me, and then pulled out and stepped back in the tent. My asshole was empty, and I was missing the feeling. But before I could feel sad about it Jerry quickly took his place. It was so sudden - Jerry had his dick halfway in me before I even realized it! The pain was back stronger but so was the intense feeling. Shit, if he kept this up I was going to cum again, and without even touching myself. Jerry was going deeper and filling me up more than Eric had. His bigger dick was stretching my butthole more than I cared to have it stretched, but it was feeling too good to think about it. It felt like I was getting jacked off from the inside. My knees were still up in the air, and my feet were dangling back and forth while Jerry pumped. I wrapped my ankles around his waist an began to pull him deeper into me. I was getting into it fully now. No longer surprised I wanted to be a part of the action, at least more than just being a butt to fuck. I began to clinch my asshole muscles, tightening them around Jerry's pole. I overdid it. Jerry started to shudder and stutter, and then he wailed "Oooooooh, shiiiiiit." And then he came. And came and came. I almost came myself while he shook violently. He broke free of my legs and fell back on the floor of the tent, panting and trying to catch his breath. I leaned over the side of the bed to see if he was ok when I felt a sudden stab of pain in a very sensitive place. Eddie! Damn big-dicked bastard was trying to stuff his summer sausage in my raw asshole. I cursed him as loud as I could without waking the rest of the camp. "Shit, Eddie, don't! Take it out, dammit!" I tried to kick him away but couldn't get my feet in position. It's hard to kick with a telephone pole up your butt. He did it. He got the whole damn thing in me, and I felt like I was impaled. Tears were running down my eyes while Eddie went into primitive mode and just grunted deeply while pulling my hips hard as his dick pushed deeper and deeper. My head and whole upper body was banging back and forth as he thrust forcefully into me. I didn't feel the good spot any more; all I felt was pressure, and it was building. "Goddam you so tight," Eddie wasn't going to last long. And he didn't. The pressure got even greater as he filled me with his cum. He pushed his dick deeper and deeper and I felt him throb and throb then finally go still. But he kept the pressure in me, and then he came again. Don't know if it was leftovers or he reached another peak. But he pumped more into me. I felt overfull. When Eddie pulled out he just didn't pop out. He snaked his way out. I felt his semi-soft rod leaving my butt, but my insides were in turmoil. Before I could say another word I ran out of the tent stark naked straight to the latrine. I emptied myself there and tried to clear my head as well. What just happened? Was I raped? By kids? It was so damn confusing. When I returned to my tent it was empty. But it smelled awful. There was sex all over the place. I fell into my cot and draped one arm over my eyes trying to sort things out. Finally, I reached over to turn off my lantern when my tent flap opened again, and I felt a sudden sense of anger at the prospect of being violated again. It was Jerry. "Hey man, we got our rocks off but you never got to fuck." "Jerry," I started, "listen, just get out...." "No man, it's cool," he interrupted as he came closer to the bed. He was right. Just seeing him there again made my semi-hard dick get harder. Yeah, I was semi because although I couldn't figure out what was happening to me, I kind of liked it. Jerry grabbed my dick with his still greasy hands. He still had that gel on them and it felt good as he stroked me to full hardness. "Shit, Jerry, I don't know..." But I trailed off. I did know. I wanted him to do it. I laid back in the bed while Jerry put my dick in his mouth and began to suck my length in as far as he could take it. Shit, he was good. Too good. He'd suck then lick, then he'd jack me some more. He placed my glans on his tongue and began to pump me back and forth. The little prick wanted me to come in his mouth. I was more than happy to comply. "Oooooh, Jerry, I'm gonna cum.... shit!" He stopped pumping me and squeezed the head of my dong tight. I shot my head up to cuss him out because he had just killed the feeling. Before I could protest he jumped up on the bed on his knees and straddled me. I watched paralyzed as he guided my dick to his asshole, which was fully greased already. I didn't know what to say. It was one thing having my bunghole violated, but quite another for me to fuck a boy. He eased himself on me, all the time moving my dick from side to side to try to accommodate me. I felt myself go in inch by inch. "Damn, you're bigger than Eddie that's for sure," he grunted as he did his best to get me inside of him. I couldn't stay still for long and began to pump myself in. "Oh, shit, wait..." he cried. My eagerness was too much for him. We had to do it his way or I think I would have hurt him. Finally something gave or he got comfortable, but I felt myself begin to slide in more easily. Holy shit, I've never felt anything so tight! He began to pump up and down and my dick was happy. Too happy. I felt my balls begin to churn. Watching Jerry bounce up and down on my rod while his dick bobbed around proved too much. I came. I came like I never remembered cumming before. It was so intense I thought I would rupture Jerry's inside or rub his ass ring raw. I came so hard my semen squeaked out around my dick in his ass and soak the bed. I felt myself get soft, but Jerry didn't get off of me. He started to massage me with his butt squeezing my dick inside. Each squeeze caused me to jump and pump a little more semen out. He did this a few times before he chuckled and finally unimpaled himself. He climbed down from the bed and laid on the floor. We both assumed a similar position - laying flat on our back panting wildly. It felt like an hour but it was only about ten minutes when Jerry called out "You ok?" I could hardly speak but grunted a weak "yeah." We laid there quietly for another ten minutes or so when my mind kicked into action. I rolled over on my side and looked down at Jerry. "You guys fuck all of your scoutmasters?" It seemed the most appropriate thing to say at the time. "Huh? Aw, no man. Just those in the ring," he replied through closed eyes. "Ring? What ring?" I asked quite confused. "The ring, man. The camp ring. The one you guys started last year, remember?" My mind reeled. "I wasn't here last year, dammit. What happened?" I demanded. He sat up quickly and looked straight into my eyes. "What do you mean? You don't know? You're not in the ring?" "Listen, Jerry. I don't know nothing about a ring or what happened last year. Tell me, guy. You just fucked me in the butt and I did you. I got a right to know what happened last year." "Well, all I know is that Eric told us this morning that you were in the ring because you made him jack you off," he said defiantly. "I didn't make him jack me off!" I almost screamed. "The little bastard was in the latrine when I had to pee. He saw me with morning wood, and... shit, I don't know what happened, but I just let him jack me off." "Well, he said you were in the ring anyway. Last year was the first time we came to camp here. Will was the provisional scoutmaster, and I think he caught a look at Eddie's monster because the next thing we know, Will's jacking off Eddie in the latrine. Then Will woke up Eddie in the middle of the night and took him to the latrine to suck him off. The next night Will woke him up again, but this time Eddie fucked him in the butt. The day after Eddie told Eric and me all about what happened. We really didn't know each other before then, I mean, we all had separate tents, but we got so damn excited listening to Eddie's story that we both started to rub ourselves right there in Eddie's tent. Eddie started rubbing himself, too, but man when he got hard we couldn't believe his size. We just took off all our clothes and started jacking ourselves off. Then we started playing with each other, and finally Eric tried to suck Eddie's whopper. That's when all hell broke loose. The tent flap opened and Bruce and Paul..." "The counselors?" I interrupted. "Yeah, those guys. I think Will told them about Eddie's dick because they just came straight to his tent. But when they saw all of us naked falling all over each other they just smiled and began to take off their pants. They made us suck them until they came in our mouths. Then Paul had some KY jelly and smeared it all over Eric's dick and made him fuck me. They jacked me and Eddie off, and then they left. They came back to the tent every night and every afternoon that whole week. Sometimes it was the three of them, sometimes there were a couple of others that I didn't know. They said they were the ring, and as long as we had fun and made the ring happy good things would happen to us." "Like what?" I asked. "Dunno. Nothing good ever happened except we'd suck and fuck. First time I ever put my dick in a boy was last year. I fucked Eric and then Eddie. Then I fucked Will and Bruce. They all fucked me too. It hurt at first, but now it's ok." "They fucked you this year?" "No, not yet. I thought you were the start. So you're really not a part of the ring?" "I swear, I never heard of it. I never fucked a guy before, hell I only fucked a couple of girls, actually." "You fucked a girl? What's it like?" Jerry asked in amazement. "Hard to tell the difference. I've only fucked one boy remember? Not much to compare it to." "You wanna fuck me again?" he asked somewhat pleading. "NO!" I cried, "I mean, no, no more fucking tonight. It's late." Changing the subject back I asked, "So Will started this all, eh? That asshole. He knew I was going to do this tonight. He knew that something was going to happen with you guys. Do y'all do this all the time?" "Aw, no, man. We don't live anywhere close to one another. I saw Eddie a couple of times over the year, and, yeah, we messed around. I caught Eric right after school was out at the public," he said referring to the local pool. "We fucked each other in the poolhouse there on the toilets. But I've only ever done it with those guys and y'all." "Hey, don't lump me with that 'ring.' I don't know nothing about it, and I don't want to know any more. I don't even know as much as I know right now." "Hey, we're not gay or anything, you know. But I think those guys are." I wasn't sure what to make of that statement. Yes, they were young and probably just fooling around. But they could fuck like most of the guys I knew in college. And they knew a whole lot more than me. Jerry finally left and I fell fast asleep. Even missed breakfast. - I resigned my position the very next day citing health reasons. I felt I was sick in the head. For years after that experience I lived in fear that I would be found out. Everything that I dreamed of having and loving was always in jeopardy of being snatched away with one boy's confession. It's been over ten years, and my life is good now. I took over ownership of the carpet store after my father-in-law died a couple of years ago. I've been managing the store since that summer camp episode. I'm still married to the same wonderful woman who sometimes wondered why I was depressed at times. We have a beautiful daughter in the second-grade now, and life is good again. But about two years ago I had a shocker that almost caused a mental breakdown. I was working the floor in the store when a young couple came in looking to retile their kitchen. A sudden flare of recognition hit me square in the gut. It was Jerry looking around the store with a pretty girl. I acted like I didn't recognize him and asked "can I help you look for something." "Brad?" Jerry looked at me head cocked to the side. "Yes," I replied cordially. "It's me, Jerry. I don't know if you remember me but we met a long time ago in the Scouts." My knees started to tremble and my heart grew very heavy and labored. "Bette, this is an old friend of mine when I was little. Brad, this is my wife, Bette." "Jerry!" I exclaimed as if I suddenly recognized him, "how have you been? What are you up to? What's been going on in your life?" "Well, got married, obviously" he held up her left hand, "working for an oil service company as controller. Hey, you remember Eric? Well, he's touring the country in a punk band. He's doing great. Not married, but he's living with his longtime girlfied." There was a very pronounced emphasis on the word girlfriend. "And Eddie, well, I heard he moved to California to get into movies. Never heard from him again. Man, I think about that summer camp everyone once in a while. We had a cool time. So, you own this store?" When I heard summer camp I went into a trance but regained my composure quickly, "uh, no, it's my father-in-law's, but I've been working here ever since summer camp." "Yeah, wondered where you went. Missed you there." "Yeah, well missed y'all too. Fun times, yeah.... So what were you looking for? Something for the kitchen. The tile's over here." My heart rested easier from that day forward, but I still think about summer camp a lot. --- Read all stories in Lance's library at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas

SECRET BOYFRIEND (Mg, ped) Edited by Lance Vargas EDITOR'S NOTE - As you may know I'm a scavenger always looking for research material, and every once in a while, a treasure falls into my hands. I bid on and won an abandoned property lot that included luggage and odds and ends. In a small child's suitcase I found a Hello Kitty flash drive. This gem was one of the many files on the drive. I've only edited it for grammar and punctuation. I hope you enjoy as much as I did. --------------------------- Dear Diary I have to tell this story because I will explode if I don't tell someone. I'm serious. I know you won't tell because I promise to burn this after writing it all down. I have a boyfriend! I'm serious. And he's a whole lot older than me. Remember Ashley? She's my very best friend and we've known each other all our life since first grade. I love going to Ashley's house because her mom and dad are fantastic. I live with my mom at our house. It's just us two. I never even met my dad, and I don't know if he's still alive. That's probably why I like being with Ashley so much. Her dad is the most awesome guy I know, and he treats me like his little girl too. He makes me feel special. My mom has a good job at the bank and one day in third grade she got a promotion so I had to go to after school care every afternoon. I hated being there. I was bullied by some older boys, and one hurt my hand one time. So mom decided I wouldn't go anymore, so she had a babysitter pick me up at school and bring me home. I didn't like Mrs. Desell at all. She had a thick accent that I could barely understand, and she made me do things like clean and stuff that mom never made me do. So I told mom I would rather go to after school care. Ashley and I were talking about it one day at school, and Ashley said "Why don't you come to my house?" So I asked my mom and she called Ashley's mom and she said that would be great. She always liked when I came to play with Ashley. I loved riding home with Ashley every day. I felt like I was one of their family. I was a twin! Ashley and me wore the same size and everything. We could have been twins except she was a brunette and I was blond. And Ashley says I was more developed than she was because she still had some baby fat and I was slimming down. But you could hardly tell with our school uniforms. They lived kind of far away from us so Mom wouldn't pick me up sometimes until around six o'clock. Lots of times Ashley's mom would ask me to stay for dinner, but my mom told me to always say no. So mom always picked me up and we went home to eat. Except for Fridays. Fridays became extra special because one week my mom called Ashley's mom to apologize and say she had to work late and if it's ok if I stayed later than normal. Ashley's mom told my mom why not let me stay over and I could sleep in Ashley's room in her spare bed. I almost cried when my mom told me! I screamed out loud I was so happy! I called Ashley right away and we both screamed on the phone! Our moms made us quiet down. I could hear Ashley's mom on the other end saying almost the same thing my mom was saying! Mom packed me a little suitcase to bring to school that morning. I felt very special when Ashley's mom picked us both up. I knew it was going to be a wonderful night. And it was. Ashley's dad joked with us at dinner. He always teased me when I was there. My heart always skipped when he talked to me, even though he was an old man like around 33 or something. He was very, very handsome and didn't treat me like a little girl at all. That night he even hugged me good night when Ashley and I went to bed. I thought this was the best night of my life! But the next week was even better. And the next. Every Friday I would go home with Ashley, and we would stay up and talk about boys or play games or watch movies. Then we would go to bed real late. Sometimes we would fall asleep on the tv room floor and we would wake up the next morning in our beds. Ashley's dad would pick us up and take us to bed. I dreamed about that happening, but I was always asleep when he would do that. Then mom would come pick me up the next morning and visit with Ashley's parents. Then we would leave before lunch. I wish I could spend the whole weekend with them sometimes. I started to get a big crush on Ashley's dad. His name was Brad. I would watch him more and more when I was staying with Ashley. He cooked dinner most of the time. Sometimes he would cook outside on the patio. He would wear shorts sometimes. I loved looking at his legs. They looked so strong. His arms had a lot of hair that sometimes tickled when he hugged us. One time we were playing on sofa with him and he grabbed me and put his chin on my neck to tickle me with his beard. His bristles were sticky and felt weird at first. But then they felt good. It was like hugging a real man. The more I stayed at Ashley's the more I started to fall in love with her dad. I hardly saw him during the week because he would usually get home right when I was leaving. But Friday nights were special because he was there. I imagined that he was my boyfriend. I already wrote you about that two weeks ago. Remember? That he and I had a secret that nobody was supposed to know about? Just me and him. I imagined him holding me and kissing me and us holding hands. And I dreamed about him picking me up when I was sleeping and he would look at me and kiss me and then put me in bed. I even had some naughty thoughts about him but I never wanted to think too much about them. I didn't know how that made me feel. Well, things changed a lot one Friday night. And I mean a whole lot. He had cooked steaks on the patio and Ashley and I were helping him bringing plates and stuff. I loved being near him. When dinner was over I heard Ashley tell her mom "please? Pretty please?" And her mom said "OK" and Ashley screamed "yay!" I asked her what? And she said that her mom said we could use her bathtub to take a bubble bath. That was awesome! Her mom turned on the tub and left us in the bathroom. We got undressed and got in the tub. It was huge! Ashley dumped like almost half of the bubble bath in then turned on the jets. Oh my god, the bubbles just started growing and growing until we couldn't even see each other! They were everywhere! We splashed and screamed and blew handfulls of bubbles at each other! We must have played in the tub for over a half hour. I remember the water was cold. Ashley's mom came in and told us to begin washing up and get out. Then Ashley's dad came in with an armful of towels and we screamed! I know he couldn't see anything but I loved teasing him. "You're a guy! You can't see us!" I screamed at him. He smiled and put the towels down and put his hands over his eyes. I said, "that's better." And then he opened his fingers and peeked at us and teased us until we screamed again. Then Ashley's mom fussed at him and told him to leave. Then she left. We dried off and changed into our pajamas. Ashley wore a nightshirt and I had a baby doll that mom just bought for me. I loved it. I loved their den. The carpet was very thick and Ashley and I would lay down right on the floor to watch tv. There was a big sofa that we loved to lay on, too. We could turn the tv loud because it was on the other side of the house from the kitchen and anyway her mom and dad were always upstairs. That night Ashley wanted to watch a videotape so we laid down on the sofa and watched it until she fell asleep. And I was almost asleep myself when I heard someone turn off the VCR and the sound woke me up. I peeked out of one eye and I saw Ashley's dad go over to her and kiss her on her forehead. Then he said "it's time for bed, darling." Then he picked her up with both arms like she was nothing, and I heard him say, "I love you, little girl." And he walked up the stairs with her. My heart started beating real quick just thinking about him picking me up too. While I was waiting for him to come back down I started watching the TV. I was just barely watching when I saw a bunch of teenagers at the beach and all of a sudden a girl took off her top and showed everyone her boobs. Well, that woke me up, and when Mr. B came back downstairs I was sitting up on the sofa watching the program. A boy and girl were kissing now, and then I started to feel embarrassed because Ashley's dad came in the room. "Hey, you're awake," he told me and then he sat down next to me on the sofa. He asked me what I was watching and I told him I didn't know. My face turned red when the girl with no top on showed up again and her big boobs were bouncing all over the place. When I turned to look at Mr. B I must have gasped out loud because he wasn't wearing a shirt - just short pajama bottoms. He looked at me and asked if I was ok, and I told him I got a hiccup. He laughed and then looked back at the tv. "You like this show?" he asked me. I said I didn't know. "You think that girl is pretty?" he asked. I said I guess so. "She's got an attractive figure," he said. I nodded my head. "Can I get you anything, Sweetie?" he turned to ask me and he must have caught me staring at him. I blushed again. Like I said he was the most handsome man I ever knew and he was sitting on the sofa with just me and not even wearing a shirt. I saw the hair on his chest and he looked so muscular. I wished right there that I was old enough to be married to him. He would be my ideal husband. I shook my head no that I was fine. "You look very sleepy," he said and then he put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head against his side and felt all warm and cozy inside. I loved being right there so close to him with him holding me tight. I was his little girl. His warm body made me feel so comfortable that I guess I fell asleep. When I started to wake up I started getting the feeling. And it felt so good that I hoped it wouldn't go away too soon. OK, I've never told you about the feeling before because it's kind of embarrassing to talk about. But because all of this happened I have to tell you about it. When I was 8 I woke up one morning with this feeling between my legs. It was stronger than a tickle and it felt like bright sunshine coming from my bottom. When I touched myself between my legs it felt like a shock but a real good shock. I had to touch myself right on my kitty. But that feeling was too strong when I touched it so I rubbed myself against the bed and it tingled a lot. And I learned when the feeling would come that I could rub a pillow on it and make it last even longer. Then I found out my stuffed elephant was perfect when I pushed it between my legs and rubbed myself up and down on it. So that's the feeling I'm talking about, and I felt it coming on again even though I wasn't even awake yet. I felt myself moving up and down in the bed, and I worried that I might wake up Ashley if I moved too hard, so I opened an eye to look for another pillow. I let out a little squeal when I found I was still laying against Mr. B's chest, and I was rubbing myself on his leg! My head was resting on his hairy chest and my knees were resting on the sofa on either side of him and I was rubbing my bottom up and down on top of him! My mind told me to stop immediately but my body felt so good that I couldn't make it stop. I started to get really worried that I might wake him up, but I never felt that feeling so strong before. It was almost like it was burning and tickling me from the inside, and I felt it get stronger and stronger. And I knew something was going to happen if I could just go a little bit more. Yeah, if I went a little bit more I could finish and it wouldn't wake him up. But I was so scared that I was going to wake him up. But still I couldn't stop myself. Then came a feeling like I never felt before. It felt like the bright tickling feeling had gone all the way down to my toes and up to my eyelids and even up to the top of my head. It took over my whole body and I started to moan out loud and I couldn't even control myself. My body started to shake and I stopped moving up and down. My arms grabbed Mr. B by his side to hold on and I didn't want to hold too tight in case I woke him up. I rubbed my bottom just a little bit and everything went black as the feeling was too strong. My body shook and shook until the feeling finally went away. I could feel pajama panties all wet and I was afraid I had peed myself. I was trying to figure out how to get off of Mr. B without waking him up when I looked up at his face and saw his eyes wide open! He was awake! Oh my god, I knew I was in such deep trouble and I was trying to figure out what I could tell him. Do I tell him I was dreaming? Yes! I was having a nightmare. But then he grabbed me by my arms and picked me straight up and put me on the sofa, and he said "I gotta go." And he left the room. It was only then that I realized that I wasn't rubbing myself on his leg at all! I had been rubbing on his pee pee and it was hard. I know boys pee pees get hard because Tommy Dunbar showed me his one time and wanted me to touch it. I said why and he said if I liked him that I would touch it. Well, I used to like him but I didn't want to touch it. I knew I was in very big trouble, and I probably would not be allowed to come back to Ashley's house. Ashley's dad will probably tell my mom and she'll find out that I've been doing it for a long time, and I'll probably be punished for a long, long time. But most of all I think I hurt Mr. B because of how he looked, and because he left so quickly. I needed to go tell him I was sorry and that I was having a bad dream. I didn't hear him go upstairs so I wondered where he went and then I saw a light on in the downstairs bathroom. The door wasn't closed all the way so I peeked in to see if he was in there. "Mr. B?" I said as I opened the door. There was a little bright night light plugged in above the lavatory so I could see inside. I screamed "Oh" when I opened the door a bit more and saw Mr. B standing in front of the toilet. His pajama pants were halfway down and I could see all of his butt crack. I got very embarrassed and said "Sorry" and began to leave. "Cassy, come here," he said in a rough low voice. "I'm sorry, Mr. B. I didn't mean to..." but then I stopped when he turned around and touched my arm and then grabbed it lightly. My mind was in a blur now because he was holding me and I stayed right there and I couldn't figure out what I was seeing. I mean it was Mr. B but his pants were down and it looked like another arm sticking out from the front of his pants. It took me a little bit before I realized it was his pee pee, so I was right that I was rubbing myself on his pee pee because it was very big. It was long and looked like it had muscles in it. There was a big purple ball on the end that was shining in the night light. It bounced when he moved, and he reached with his other hand and pushed his pants all the way down to the floor. I watched him step out of them and his pee pee bounced some more. I couldn't stop looking at it the way it moved and everything. There was hair all around where it was sticking out of his body. Then he told me "do you see what you did?" I told him I was so sorry, so sorry that I didn't mean to do anything. I told him I must have been dreaming. He said it must have been a good dream. I didn't know what he meant. He said he wanted me to help him. I asked help him do what? And he said come here. So I walked past his side to stand kind of in front of him next to the toilet. His big pee pee stretched out over the toilet and kind of hung there. Then he took his other hand and grabbed his pee pee and pulled back on the skin. He made it look even longer the way it was stretched like that. He moved it back and forth and I could feel the heat coming off of it when it came close to my face. "Touch it, please," he said to me. At first I sure didn't want to touch it because it just looked angry. But I was so scared he would spank me or tell on me that I reached out my hand and just barely touched it on the top. It felt burning hot. He took his hand and put it on top of mine and made me move my hand around it. He let out a groan and I thought I had hurt him but he said that it felt so good. I said "really?" And he said my hand felt wonderful touching him right there. Something about it made me feel so dirty but knowing it made him feel good made me feel better about it. Then he moved my hand back and forth on it and he groaned some more. He told me to hold it harder if I could. So I grabbed it as hard as I could and I could feel it move like it had a heartbeat. It was like holding an animal or something that was living and breathing. When he took his hand off of mine I could feel his pee pee jump while I was holding it. I looked at the tip and saw a little cut or hole in the front and a drop of water was coming out of it. He reached for my other hand and put it underneath his pee pee so I was holding him with both hands. Then he started pushing his hips back and forth. I had to take off one hand to move my hair out of my eyes, but I put it right back on. He kept pushing into my hands harder and harder and he told me to squeeze tighter. So I took both hands and squeezed as hard as I could, but it scared me so much when he let out this loud growl like a monster or something. And all of a sudden he grabbed my hands with his and pulled them close to his body. I saw a bunch of things just then: it was like something was moving underneath my hands like a little pouch with something inside of them, and then he started to pee kind of a white stuff all over the place, I could feel the stuff coming out because it was pushing past my hands. And it squirted out real fast and hard, I could hear it splashing on the toilet and wall even though Mr. B was growling loud. I wanted to let go so bad but he held my hands tight. Pretty soon both of my hands and his were covered in the stuff that was real sticky and smelled funny. That's when the weird thing happened and I saw his pee pee start to curve downward. I could see more stuff leaking out of the tip of it. He let my hands go and I slowly pulled them away. He took his hand and shook his pee pee and I saw some drops fall into the toilet. I really didn't know what to think right then because he just turned around and sat down on the toilet. His pee pee was still sticking up between his legs, and he dropped his hands to his side and let out a deep breath. He was sweating all over his forehead and I could see his hair sticking to it. His eyes were closed and I looked all over him. It looked like he had been running he was breathing so heavily. His pee pee was getting smaller and smaller and that was just weird. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there. Then he opened his eyes and I got scared that he was going to be so mad at what I had done before. Then he smiled at me, and all my fears just went away. He said "You ok?" And I said uh huh. Then he said "Me too." I just stood there with my hands stretched out and the stuff was still dripping from them. And then he opened his eyes and looked at me and said "oh, I'm sorry, let's get you all cleaned up." And he got up from the toilet and I couldn't help it but I watched his pee-pee swing back and forth when he walked towards me and touched my hands. He turned on the hot water and then picked me up and sat me on the counter while he felt the water. Then he took my hands and put them under the warm water and got some soap and started to wash them. It was almost like he was massaging them! It felt so good feeling him rubbing my fingers like that. Then he got a towel and wrapped my hands in them. I was so surprised when he stuck his pee-pee in the lavatory and started to wash it too! He soaped it up then rinsed it off and then he got another towel to dry it off. I giggled when I saw him do it. I guess I just never thought about washing it off. But then he looked at me and said "oh no! We got it on your nightgown I'm so sorry." And I looked down and saw a bunch his stuff on the front of my top leaking down. He said that I couldn't wear that anymore right now and asked me if I had another nightgown. I told him that I did and it was upstairs and I could go and put it on. But he said "No, don't go all the way upstairs... unless you're ready for bed. Are you sleepy?" I told him I wasn't. Heck no I wasn't tired at all especially after what just happened. And he said "but you can't wear that because it's nasty." And he came and began to lift up my nightgown and I got really worried. He stopped and said "What's wrong?" I didn't say anything. And then he goes "I don't have any clothes on. Do you need any on?" I guess I really didn't. I mean he was naked in front of me after all. And I'm just a little girl so it's not like I'm showing him anything. I mean not like him! That's for sure! So he lifted my nightgown over my head and dropped in on the floor by his pajama bottoms. Then he pointed to my bottoms and said "do you need to keep those on too?" And he said it like he wanted me to take them off. So I said no. And he pulled on them so I lifted my butt so he could get them off. It felt weird being naked with him in the bathroom like that. I started to feel naughty again and scared I was going to get in trouble. But then he picked me up and hugged me tightly. He said, "Oh, you're so beautiful I could eat you up!" I felt all warm inside and I felt myself tingle between my legs. "Do you want to go watch tv again?" he asked me. I didn't know. I didn't want to leave the bathroom with no clothes on. He told me, "We'll go lay under a blanket." And I felt better about it. He opened the door and I ran out of the bathroom on my tiptoes to the sofa. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the chair and sat down and wrapped us both up in it. It was very warm. He started watching the movie again, but I kept thinking about what just happened, and I was still scared he was going to tell my mom. I kept wondering about what he did in the bathroom and what I did on his leg earlier. It was such a different feeling. I felt like my life had changed and I was grown up now. I guess we had sex but we didn't kiss so I think it's not really sex. I know what sex is about but my Mom thinks I don't. I know it's when two people get naked and kiss and touch each other. I'm hoping he kisses me, but I don't want to ask him. I got a little tired and I laid down even though I wanted to stay by him because he was so warm. I was happy when he laid down too right behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled my back and it felt good. He kind of rocked back and forth and that made me feel good. But then I felt something begin to rub in my behind, and I realized that his pee pee was getting hard again. I began to giggle. Pretty soon it was real hard again and it felt huge on my back. He was rubbing it up and down between my butt cheeks and it was starting to get kind of raw. I tried to move around so it wouldn't bother me, and he asked me if I was ok. I told him I was a little uncomfortable, and he said let's change position again. Then he grabbed my leg and lifted it up a little bit and I felt him move his big pee pee down and he rested it on my other leg. Then he put my leg down and I had his pee pee trapped between my two legs. He told me to look under the covers and tell him what I see. I looked down there and it looked just like I had a big pee pee growing between my legs! I told him I looked like a boy! Then he started rocking back and forth again and his pee pee begin sliding between my legs. He told me that it felt good. He asked me if it felt good to me and I said I didn't know. Then he told me to reach underneath his pee pee and pull it up against me a little bit. When I did he began to rub against my kitty and it began to feel real real good! I began to pull it even harder against me and he started to moan again. I began to get that feeling again, you know, the tingly feeling in my bottom. And it didn't even start by itself. I made the feeling come. I got a little confused at what was happening. He asked me if I was feeling good and I told him yeah. Then he said he might come again and I didn't understand him. He moved my leg up and then he sat up on the couch. I sat up too to see what he was doing. He was all naked and his pee pee was sticking straight up from the couch. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It looked even bigger right there. Then he reached and picked me up under my arms and put me in his lap. His pee pee stuck up from between my legs again. He grabbed his pee pee and began to rub it on my kitty but it was different from a while ago. It felt kind of good but not like it was. I think he knew that because he said "Let's try this." And he turned me around so I was resting on his chest like when I woke up. "This should be much better," and he began to move me up and down with my kitty resting right on his pee pee. He was right - this was much, much better! Right away the tingly feeling came back and it was even stronger than before. I started shaking the feeling was so good, and he asked if I needed a blanket and I said no. I felt his hairy chest against my chest and stomach and it felt so good. But not as good as the feeling in my kitty. His big pee pee was rubbing on the inside of my kitty. And then he started moving me up and down even higher and I could feel the big ball on the end of his pee pee bumping into my kitty and that was too much. All of a sudden all the fireworks started going off in my head again and all I could do was stutter "uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh." And I felt my eyes roll back in my head and I started to moan. Then he said a bad word - the "S" word and he pushed my butt down hard into him and I felt him start to jerk underneath me. I must have passed out for a couple of seconds because he asked me if I was ok and he was stroking my hair. I said I was ok and I felt something warm underneath me like it was wet or something. I was afraid that I felt so good that I peed on him and I got scared again. He laughed and said we have to go clean off again, so he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. I could feel his pee pee wasn't hard anymore and I wondered why. When we got to the bathroom I saw his white stuff all over me and him and I realized then why his pee pee wasn't hard anymore. It had shot the white stuff out again. It covered my whole stomach and everywhere. He had it in his hair around his pee pee and some on his chest. He reached in the linen closet and got some towels and wash clothes out. He put a towel on the counter and lifted me up and sat me on it. He got out a wash cloth and wet it and began to clean me off again. It felt so good because he was so gentle. Then he began to wash my kitty and I jumped. Nobody had ever done what he was doing to me. He was opening my kitty with his fingers and wiping inside. I was embarrassed because he was looking at it so close. He would wash a little bit then feel with his fingers to see if it was clean. I didn't want to tell him but that felt so good when he would put his finger right there. But I think he knew it was doing something to me because he asked if it felt good. I shook my head up and down that it did and he said something like "Well, then you're gonna like this." He put his head down to look at my kitty even closer but then I jumped when I felt him put his tongue right on it! I'm dead serious he put his tongue right in between the folds of my kitty! It was like he was trying to poke his tongue in my hole. I was kind of grossed out that he would put his mouth that close to my bottom. But he kept moving his tongue in and out and it began to feel soooooo good. He started to lick from the bottom to the top of my kitty and I started to get dizzy because it felt so good. Then I felt him put a finger on it and he would lick and press and lick and press. I had to rest the side of my head against the mirror because I almost couldn't stand all the feelings he was making me have. His tongue and finger was so wet and they both felt so good. But then he started to put his tongue like inside of me - up in my kitty. That felt so weird but it felt so good! He tried to go deeper and deeper inside of me but his tongue could only go so far. Then I felt him put his finger right there and the minute he pushed it in the fireworks went off again. I know I screamed loud because he put his hand softly on my mouth. I couldn't help it. I was shaking so hard and almost bouncing off the counter but he kept his finger in me and his tongue was licking the top of my kitty. The feeling started where his tongue was but I felt the explosion deeper inside of me. He moved his face and hand away and held my legs until I settled down. I looked at him smiling at me and I smiled back even though my eyes were almost closed. He stood up and I saw his pee pee was big and hard again. He said something like "Boy, I wish" and he put the end of his pee pee right on my kitty and pushed it against me. It looked weird to see my kitty wide open like that and this purple ball kind of pushed inside of it. But it felt good except I was a little sensitive. So I grabbed his pee pee and begin to rub on it with my hands like a while ago. He liked that I could tell. He picked me up and put me on the toilet because I was slipping on the towel. I grabbed his pee pee with my hands again and looked right at it. It looked just like a plum on the end with a little hole. And I figured that's where all the white stuff comes out. Then I did something that I don't know why I did it. I kissed it! I just kissed it right on the plum! Boy, did he jump! I laughed and said what's wrong? He said it's sensitive and that felt too good. I kissed it again and he jumped. Every time I kissed it he would jump. Then I licked it and he really jumped up like I had shocked him or something. I asked him "Do you like that?" He said "It's too much! I like it too much!" So I kept licking and kissing his plum and all of a sudden I felt his hand on the top of my head trying to hold himself steady I guess. But then I felt him begin to push my head into him and he started to push his giant plum right into my mouth. The only thing I could do was open my mouth real real wide. He got most of his big ball into my mouth and began to move it back and forth. I had to breathe hard out of my nose. I was trying think of what this looked like: a little naked girl sitting on a toilet and a big naked man sticking his pee pee in her mouth. I didn't even think about being grossed out or anything. I mean after all he licked the inside of my kitty. And his pee pee didn't taste bad at all. He started to shake and shake again and I knew something was about to happen. I swear his pee pee grew bigger in my mouth. He reached for my hands and put them underneath his pee pee and I could feel like two big balls inside of a sack. They started to move up and I remember that's what I felt a while ago. He made a loud grunt and immediately I felt my mouth get full of warm stuff. There was so much that I swallowed some and some came out of my nose! And it burned like crazy. I tried to move my head back but his hand was still there pushing me. I began to scream but nothing came out and I just swallowed some more of the white stuff. I found out it was white stuff coming out again afterwards. I felt like I was going to suffocate but then he let my head go and I gasped like I was drowning. I coughed a lot and he asked me if I was ok and I said I was. He told me that was the most fantastic thing that ever happened to him and that I was a very special girl to him. He told me that he wanted to be my boyfriend but we have to keep it a secret in case his wife or Ashley finds out. I promised I would keep it a secret. He told me that every time I come to spend the night that we could do this again if I wanted to. He said we could do a lot more later. I told him I really wanted to. He washed me off again but this time for real. He didn't touch my bottom like last time. Then he dried me off with a towel. I had to rinse my mouth out to get the salty taste out. Then he reached down and got his pajama pants and put them on. He told me I could put on a new nightgown when I got upstairs and I said ok. He grabbed my old nightgown and panties and then we walked out of the bathroom. He asked if I was ready for bed and I said I was sleepy. Then he picked me up just like he did for Ashley and carried me up the stairs. We were real quiet when we got in the bedroom and Ashley was still sleeping. I felt around in my suitcase and find my other PJs and put them on. He waited while I got dressed and got into bed. Then he knelt by the bed and pulled my covers up over me. I felt him put his hand under the blanket and rub my belly. It felt so good. He told me he loved me and I was his special girl. I told him I loved him too and that he was my secret boyfriend. He smiled at me and I felt his hand touch my kitty again. I reached out a felt his pee pee under his shorts and it was getting hard again. He said next time ok? And I said yes. He kissed me. He kissed me right on the lips and not like a Daddy kiss. More like a boyfriend and girlfriend kiss. I grabbed him and hugged him while we kissed. Yay! Now we had sex! I went to bed dreaming about Mr. B and what we did. I can't wait until next Friday night. It's going to be even more awesome! --- Read all stories in Lance's library at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas

Showing Shelley Edited by Lance Vargas (Mff) First of all, my name is Lisa Tallow and I'm 17. Actually, I'll be 17 in four months, but for all intents and purposes I'm 17 for this story. I don't know why I'm even writing this story or why anyone would even want to read it except that it's kind of about sex. OK, there's really no real sex in it, I mean, there's no passionate lovemaking or anything like that. I just want to tell you about my best friend Shelley, and how she learned about sex, and from my own father, no less. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself so let me tell you how it started. My mom and dad used to be what you would call a very passionate couple. No, they never did "it" in front of me or anything, but they were always making out in the kitchen or the living room, heck, even in the dining room. He would always hug her from behind and nibble her ear or something like that. I would always pipe up and say something like "gross" or "get a room," but always in a teasing way. I loved to see them that way because I knew they really loved each other. Sometimes it got kind of graphic, a squeeze here or an obvious excitement there, but instead of making a scene about it I usually excused myself and went to my room. I can honestly say that I never thought about what would happen after I left. I knew what would happen, but I never dwelled on it. That would be gross, ok? Your own mom and dad? Yeah, gross. Well, that was a few years ago, sad to say. Mom got a hysterectomy two years ago when she was only 38. She was a changed woman. Oh, her personality was exactly the same and our relationship didn't change, but dad didn't paw at her anymore and there was little hugging in the kitchen. Not that he didn't try, that's for sure! But mom was just never interested. She would shrug him off, or turn him down flat. Now she used to squeal "stop it" before, but it was in a teasing way. Now she really meant it. So dad kept his hands to himself. Kind of sad that at 42 your love life was over. Now that's what I would dwell on. My dad is a runner and keeps himself in great shape. He actually looks a lot younger than mom, even before she had the surgery. I thought he would let himself go, kind of like mom did, but he maintained his routine. Good for him! OK, now for Shelley. Shelley Graham is my best friend in the whole world. She's 17, too, well in about eight months she will be. She's such a pretty blonde girl, exactly my size 'cause we share clothes a lot, so that makes her a 2. We sleep over at each other's house a lot, but more at mine because her mom works late sometimes. Her dad died when she was like around four, so it's just her and her mom. We've been best friends since I was in third grade and she was in second. We rode the same bus then and lived just a block apart. We were sisters even though we were only children. My dad became her dad, too, kind of. Her mom is very, very strict. You would think being a single mom with a powerful job at the biggest bank in town she would be a little more relaxed in letting Shelley grow up. But instead she put a lot of rules in place, and Shelley follows them to a "T." She's definitely what you would call a good girl. That's probably the only difference between us. No, I'm not a bad girl, but I'm not one to follow stupid rules. My parents are very lax, except when it comes to the swimming pool. Then dad's like a dictator. But that's about it. Like I said, I'm really a good girl with a lot of freedom, and I'm very responsible with that freedom, too. I don't smoke, I only drank vodka once, yuck, and have only French-kissed boys. OK, I did feel John Trebill's penis once in his mom's Volvo. It was hard and scary, and I made him take me home. I'll admit I was very excited when it happened, but I got very afraid what might have happened next. So, like I said, I'm still a good girl. But I guess with the way I act people think I've got some experience with boys and stuff. That's probably what started it all that afternoon in my room. Shelley and I were reading magazines one summer afternoon in my room. I was reading Glamour and Shelley found an old Cosmo in the stand in our TV room. I'm sure it was one of mom's from a long time ago, or something Aunt Terri left. As she was reading she kept asking me questions about boys. Sometimes I didn't have a clue as to some of the answers (French tickler?) but I gave it my best guess, and it was usually a silly answer. But then her questions started to stray from the magazine article and got personal. No, not personal about me, but about Dad! She asked how old he was, what's his favorite stuff like fruit or TV shows, and just general stuff. But then she started wondering about what did he sleep in? Is he a romantic? Does he like candlelight and stuff? Is he passionate? I have to say that I was getting uncomfortable with the questions and kind of made a joke like "wow, you want to marry him? I think he's taken last time I checked." She didn't chuckle. Not once. I watched her flipping pages and asking questions, and that's when I knew she was doing more thinking than reading. At first, I thought she was reading a quiz or something, but she was really thinking up these things to ask. "Shel, what do you have on your mind? Spill it, girl." I had to get serious with her. She hemmed and hawed, but finally rolled over on her side and braced her head with her hand, elbow on the bed and kind of let it spill out. "I think I'm scared of sex," she blurted out. " You know, I don't really know anything about it, and I don't have anybody that will teach me the right thing. This stupid magazine thinks I should already know what to do. But the fact is that I don't know the first thing about it! Actually, I only know half. My half. I know my vagina, and my g-thing or g-spot, and stuff like that. But I've never even seen a penis. Have you?" "Well, yeah, duh!," I mocked her. "I'm not talking Terry Billingham when you changed his diaper," she corrected. "OK, then no, but I felt one," it blurted out without me even thinking. "YOU DID!" she mock-whispered in a low voice quickly sitting up on the bed. "Who in the world, when?" "You gotta promise you will never breathe this to a soul, or I'll tell about how you thought you had to circumcise your puppy," I knew that last one would get her because she really thought that a newborn male puppy had to be circumcised like little boys. "Oh, I promise. I swear, I'll never tell anyone. Who did you feel up, and don't tell me it was a baby or I'll freak," she squealed. "No it wasn't. And it's not at all what you think happened. It was John T in the Regency Square parking lot. We had gone to see 'The Doors,' and I felt like I was on fire. I even made the first move by leaning over the console and grabbing his head to kiss him. He tried to feel me up under my shirt but I stopped him by putting his hand in his lap. Then I started rubbing his hand while we were kissing and I just kinda rubbed his leg too. Except it wasn't just his leg I felt but a big old lump that just appeared there." "What did it feel like? What did he say? What did he do? Did you see it? What did it look like?" Shel sounded like she was going to hyperventilate. "No, I didn't see it. I pulled my hand back right away! It was hot was all I remembered. Hot and hard. I just broke off the kiss and sat back in my seat. Then I asked him to take me home. He didn't even say anything, just started the car and took me home," I got kind of teary eyed remembering. "It that when you guys broke up?" she asked. "No, not then, but we never talked about what happened, and it never happened again." "See, I never felt one or touched one or seen one. I feel like such a prude or a baby. I never even seen a picture," she cried. "Oh, they can't take pictures of guys, at least not when they're hard. It's against the law I think," I offered. "I would just like to see one period; I don't care of it's hard or soft," she whined. "Girl, if a guy shows you his thing there's only one thing on his mind. And if it's there for you to see you can believe that he's aiming to do something with it. So you just can't ask a guy to show you his thing. He's going to want to show you what he can do with it. Are you ready for that?" I asked her. "No," she cried, "I don't want to do anything with it. I just want to know what it looks like so when I'm ready to do it I'll know what to do, or at least know what it might be able to do. Do you understand?" She sounded exasperated. "Shelley, darling, I do understand, and I feel just like you do sometimes, but I am not going to ask a guy to see what his weenie looks like just so I'll know. I think I would like to see one, too, but not anybody I know. That's all you need is for some asshole at school to spread it around that you asked him to pull down his pants." "I know, I know, Leese, and that's why I want to see somebody that I can trust. Somebody that would help and not expect me to put out. Somebody who could actually teach me about the facts of life and the parts of a man, but just teach. Somebody like your Dad." There was like a red veil covering my eyes for a split second, because I know I got dizzy and felt like all the air had gotten sucked out of the room. I literally screamed at her, "SHELLEY MARIE GRAHAM, you are out of your mind! How dare you even mention my Dad when talking about sex. That is just so wrong, and yucky, too. You are one twisted sister, thinking about an old man like that. How in the world did you ever get an idea like that? Do you have a crush on him or something?" I was so mad I couldn't even think straight. "Damn, Lisa," she looked at me in shock. "You don't have to go ballistic or anything. I didn't say I was going to fuck your Dad. I just said if I knew somebody sweet like him to just show me the facts of life. Not boink my brains out. You don't even realize that your Dad is not only one of the sweetest men in the whole wide world but he's sexy as hell. He's got a hard body and a killer smile. Don't tell me you never looked at him in the swimming pool like that." "Hell, no," I shot back. "He's my Dad, for heaven's sakes. I can't look at him like that." But I was now, and she was right. I always loved being on my Dad's arm. At my 15th birthday he and I went out to eat alone, and I made believe that everyone thought that he was dating a younger woman and I was seeing an older man. Yes, I finally confessed my fantasies, but I never once thought to carry through or even had any sexual thoughts about him. And now my best friend just planted them in my head. "You check out my Dad in the swimming pool?" I half-joked. "Well... sometimes. I mean, I don't go swimming just to check him out, but when he's there and when he's wearing that tan suit, you... you can just kind of see the outline, you know?" I threw my pillow at her. "SHEL! Stop it! That's gross!" I thought she was joking. But her silence made me think she wasn't. She had been checking out my Dad. Gross! "That's all I'm saying," she sighed as she returned to looking at her magazine and left me to stare off in space... thinking. "But it's just not right, Shelley. He's a married man, and it's probably not even legal..." "I said I didn't want to do anything with him, Lisa," she snipped. "I just said I think that somebody like him would be very understanding about the whole situation. And he would probably know just what to say and do. I mean, would it be even a death sentence if somebody just asked him?" Ask him? Ask him what? To expose himself to Shelley? To do a striptease or teach a class or both? I had no idea or intention of asking him to do anything like that. "I just don't think it's even a good idea to even talk to him about it." And I bounced back into my bed and let the matter die. After about ten minutes of dreadful silence Shelley slammed her magazine shut and said "I'm going home now. I'll call you later. Bye." And she walked quickly out of my room. Now I felt bad, like I hurt her feelings or belittled her feelings. I really didn't mean to do it, but now I couldn't get my mind off of what she was saying. I knew what she wanted to accomplish, and I honestly didn't have an answer for her. And I wasn't going to ask my own father for help. It was hard going to sleep that evening. Even after she and I talked on the phone, never mentioning the subject once, it was all I could think about - helping Shelley, asking Daddy. How could I help her? What would I ask him? I even pictured in my mind my Daddy pulling down his pants in front of her. It was horrible. I should have called to cancel swimming lessons the next day because I didn't have my mind on training the little kids. So I was happy when the last one left at noon. Daddy allowed me to make some extra money by teaching lessons in our pool. I was saving up for a car, and he knew I was very serious, so cancelling the lessons would have certainly made him start asking questions, and I don't think I could give him a straight answer. Or even scarier maybe I would tell him the truth. "Hey ya," Shelley intoned as she walked through the front door after one knock. "Hey ya," I answered from the kitchen where I was putting up the last of the peanut butter fixings. "Want some?" I offered the jar before putting it into the cabinet. "I'm good," she said taking a barstool at the counter. "Oh hey, Mr. T." "I pity the fool..." I heard behind me and was somewhat startled. "Daddy," I piped, "what are you doing here?" I asked for no reason. Daddy's a real estate broker, and Mom's one of the agents. He sometime passes by the house when he's arranging a caravan or showing or something. That lame line he uses from the A-Team never gets old to him. I never saw the show but he claims it's a classic. "Hey Sweet Buns," he breezed through the kitchen, "just getting some juice before heading back out." He always called me sweet buns when I'm in my Speedos because my butt cheeks pooch out. He used to slap them when I was younger, but he quit doing that a couple of years ago. I saw him grab a glass and head to the fridge. I just stared as he poured himself a glass of OJ and drink it down. Shelley was right. He is a very handsome man. That's when I saw her doing the very same thing: staring at my Dad! "Shelley, you're drooling," I whispered teasingly. "What? Huh?" she mindlessly looked back at me. "You want me to ask him, huh?" I whispered back. "Ask him what?" she stared at me with a puzzled look. "Oh that!" she brightened. Then she sighed "yeah." "Don't be silly," I said. "Let's go." And we went into my room where I changed out of my suit. Shelley and I were never shy around each other having basically grown up together. But for some reason, today I felt a little self-conscious getting undressed with her there. But I didn't let on and quickly got into my shorts and a t-shirt. "You been thinking about Daddy a lot," I asked kind of off the cuff. "No, not really, why?" she replied as if not having a clue about what I was saying. "Because of yesterday. When you said all that about him. Do you still want to see him without clothes?" I asked. "Shel, I think you're the one obsessed. Yeah, I would want to see him, but only if he would show me what stuff really means, and not just to do me or anything," she sniped. I felt kind of angry when she said "do me" like she wanted to have an affair with my own Dad. But I realized that she was honestly asking for help. And I think that's when I made up my mind I was going to help her. She didn't have a father who she could rely on, but then I thought that I wouldn't ask my father about such things anyway. But maybe she doesn't know that. Maybe what she's asking is a good thing. In fact, right then and there I agreed that it was a good thing. Something that has to happen to help Shelley with her problem. Who knows, it could help a lot of people. Now, the trick was, how to ask. I didn't do it the next day, or the next. But Thursday evening Daddy was watching TV in the den and Mom was reading in her room. They rarely ever spent the evening together any more, and I felt sad about that. But that's when a most brilliant idea hit me! Maybe connecting Shelley and Daddy together would help them both! Shelley would learn what she needed to learn and Daddy would learn that he's still a very desirable man, despite what Mom feels. This might be even better for him than Shelley. It would give him a big ego boost for sure. Oh, now I was determined. I was on a mission; this was a win-win situation; it was impossible to fail. "WHAT?" boomed across the house as my father literally bounced out of his chair to face me on the sofa. "You want me to do what now, exactly?" He stared at me with a look of disbelief on his face. "Well," I reasoned "I mean, in ancient cultures it was kind of common, you know, and like in other cultures the father would... um.. deflower the daughter... or young girls before the wedding..." "This is 1991 and far from ancient times, Lisa. And our culture has very strict laws about such things. Who in the world would put an idea like that in your head? Sometimes I wonder about you and I get very concerned!" Dad was angry. Very angry. I felt like a little mouse about to get stepped on as I cowered in front of him. I thought he was going to smack me with his hand. "Shelley and I were talking the other day," I continued, "and she thought up the idea. I'm sorry it made you angry, Daddy. I really didn't think it was a terrible idea." I was almost crying. Daddy saw my teary eyes and gently sat down beside me holding my hand. "Darling, listen. Look at me," he took my chin in his hands. "It IS a terrible idea. And it's illegal. For a grown man to expose himself to an underage child, well, I could be thrown in jail for a long time. It's called indecent exposure or even statutory rape. It's also very unhealthy for the child, too. Listen, Darling. I know you meant well, but if you're a good friend to Shelley then you have to convince her that this is not right. There will be a time when every young woman meets her intended. The most beautiful thing about a relationship is when you learn these things together. Do you understand this, Lisa?" He looked straight into my eyes with all seriousness. "Yes, Daddy," I nodded my head meekly. I still thought my idea was perfect, but it was perfectly clear that it wasn't going to see the light of day. My Dad had seen to that. Or so I thought. Shelley and I never mentioned it again to each other the next day. She came over after lessons like normal. We bummed around the house for a bit. Since Mom was home for the afternoon I asked if I could drive to the mall. Shelley was babysitting that evening and wanted to get some magazines. The Perkins baby was seven-months and would be sleeping most of the time. So Shelley wanted something to do. Cruising the magazine racks at Waldenbooks was always a kick. We'd point out the sexy covers like Muscle or whatever, and say how one day our boobs would be that big and we'd get a hunk like that. And then we'd both scream "Ugh" and stick our tongues out. Truthfully, neither of us wanted huge jugs, just something bigger than now, and we sure didn't want a muscle man. Then I did something brave that day and went over to the naughty section where I found a Playgirl magazine. I whispered for Shel to come see. She saw a man's penis for the very first time that day. Truthfully, it was my first real penis, too. Well, as real as I'll get, I'm sure. I just kind of lay over on the guy's leg. He was a hunk, and to tell you the truth, I was more interested in his legs and butt than his penis. But at least I was satisfied that I finally saw one. We hurriedly put the magazine back in case someone caught us. I was about to say something to Shelley about her quest was over, but we never talked about it again. "You put gas in the car," my father asked as I walked into the kitchen from the garage. He wasn't even looking in my direction, so I knew he wasn't serious. "No, you didn't leave money for gas," I quipped, knowing this would get him started. "What? Since when..." he turned and saw me smiling and then he smiled back. "Need help with dinner?" I asked, not really wanting to offer but since I was already there. "Nope, lasagna's in the oven. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes." He sounded in control, right where he loves to be. I began to set the table while Dad was chopping salad stuff. "Lisa, about what Shelley asked yesterday..." he rested his arms on the counter across from me demanding my attention. "I was serious when I said how much trouble we could be in... I mean legal trouble. You know?" I stopped what I was doing and stood there with napkins in my hand. I nodded my head meekly. He continued, "and it could be very damaging to her psyche if she were not prepared. Even if this were done in a very academic environment, with all of the best intentions, things could still go very wrong... very, very wrong. Do you understand?" Again I nodded, but inwardly I was getting a little excited because he sounded like he had been thinking about it. So maybe part of my plan would work after all. At least he knew he was attractive to a young girl. So even if Shelley didn't get her wish, Dad got an ego stroke. "I'm not saying it would be the end of the world or even be devastating, but it's just not the right thing to do. Maybe, if every condition were just perfect it could be a good thing.. a healthy thing, even. But things would have to be perfect. And there's just no way to guarantee that. I'm not trying to be mean, or dismiss her wanting to learn, but there are better ways and better times. OK?" "It's OK, Daddy. I know what you're saying, and you're right. I know it's impossible, and I'm sorry I even..." "No, I didn't say it was impossible. Just not very probable." He interrupted. "And don't be sorry you asked. You'll never learn if you don't ask. And I shouldn't have bitten your head off when you did ask." And he finished with the salad bowls and went off to do something else. My outlook started to brighten up a bit. Is Daddy softening up? Could the show be a go? "Hey ya, what's up? Why the phone call?" Shelley asked almost bursting through the front door later that evening. "Hey ya, come on, I gotta something to tell you," I answered leading her to my room. I shut the bedroom door and swung around placing both hands in front of me, palms up and said, "I think Daddy is getting the picture. I think if I let him think about it some more that he might do it." "Do what," Shelley asked with a look of bewilderment in her eyes. "SHEL! Do that thing you talked about the other day, you know, real sex education!" I yelped. "NO WAY! NO WAY!," Shelley bounced from the bed grabbing my arms. "Your Dad would never... I mean there's no way he would do that. I didn't think he would do that! I mean, I don't know if I would have even said anything out loud if I knew that he even might..." Shelley was breathless. "Now wait, Dearie," I stopped her. "I didn't say he would, I said he might. So don't get your hopes up." But I could tell that I lost her. She was staring at the ceiling daydreaming; daydreaming about what I don't think I really wanted to know. Now, how can I push Daddy over the edge? The answer came the next evening and without a single push. "Lisa?" I heard my father call from the other side of my bedroom door after dinner. "Come in, Daddy, it's open," I sang out for him. He opened the door slowly and peaked around finally kind of slowly coming into the room with an almost apologetic look on his face. He slowly closed the door behind him and stood in front with one hand on the doorknob behind him. "Lisa, if I were to do what Shelley asked me to do...," he began. I looked at him with my head cocked somewhat sideways and a questioning look in my eyes as if I didn't understand what he was talking about. "You know," he continued "the, uh, lessons... er life lesson... about men...." "Oh yeah, yes, uh huh," I shook my head in recognition. "Well," he stuttered "if I would do that there would have to be some very strict rules." "Like what?" I asked meekly. He grew sterner. "Like absolutely no touching. All clothes stay on, except for well... and, uh, this must be strictly confidential. Not a word to be breathed at school or to any parent, oh my, what am I saying..." He was losing resolve, so I had to act fast. I jumped up and stood in front of him. "No, Daddy, I completely understand, and so does Shel. This is strictly educational and for just for learning." "And, Lisa. While emotions and, uh, desires can be quite high, involuntary actions cannot be avoided, so ...." "Nature takes its course?" I added. "What?" he stumbled. "Oh, uh yes nature, well, I mean natural reactions and such are part of the teaching process, and this has to be as realistic as possible." I just now realized that Daddy was going to do it. He was going to expose himself to Shelley! He was going to show her what a penis looked like and explain it to her. But then I thought about what I would do. I mean, where would I be? Would I be in the room with them? Would I have to see? Did I want to see? Everything inside me screamed YES, but I didn't know how that would work with Daddy. As if he read my mind he asked, "Will Shelley and I be alone or will you be in the room?" YES! YES! YES! I screamed in my mind, but I responded "I don't know. Should I be? Just so you two are not alone? I mean, I guess I should, but what do you think?" He shuffled a foot, "I think you should probably be there, too. As a safeguard." Holy shit! My mind was reeling now! The good news was that I was going to see a real live penis, but the bad news is that it is my Dad's. "When do you want to do this?" I asked. "The sooner the better," he responded. "I'm already taking tomorrow afternoon off. If your mother's not home we can come here in your room and get it over with." He made is sound like a medical procedure he was dreading. Mom! How can I get Mom out of the house for a couple of hours? Oh yeah, I had a plan. "Shelley, you gotta come over.. NOW!" I whispered into the phone. "Lisa, it's after 9 o'clock. Mom's would kill me if she came home and found I was out after nine," Shel whined into the phone. "Well I'm coming over there! We have to talk. It's big!" I tried to make it as dramatic as I could. I was at her front door in 20 seconds. "Hey ya," I grabbed her hand and pulled her into her bedroom. "Are you going crazy?" Shelley looked at me with a pissed off expression. "Yeah, you might go crazy when I tell you!" And I related the conversation with Dad just a few minutes before. She was speechless! She got so wired up that she became scared. Really scared. The reality of the situation was almost overpowering, and Shelley wanted to back out. I had to give her a pep talk, and that boosted her confidence. But when I told her that I would be in the room she became a bit peeved. "Why do you have to be in here, too," she sniped. "Because he told me to," I quipped. "It's kind of a safeguard thing, but it's strictly between you two. Anyway, I think it will be a very interesting lesson for both of us. A good shared experience." And I told her my plan for the afternoon. She agreed and left quickly. I'm sure she got as much sleep that evening as I did. When I heard the coffee cups clicking in the kitchen I pulled on my robe and stumbled in. Dad had already left for the office and Mom was finishing her bagel with a cup of coffee. I warmed up a bun and sat with her as she read the paper. "Mom," I started, "Shelley and I wanted to go swimming this afternoon and wanted to know If you would be home and maybe come in the pool with us." I stared and waited for the inevitable response. "No Dear," she answered, not even looking up from her paper, "Your father will be home this afternoon, so maybe you can ask him then. I've got five showings with a client this afternoon so I won't be back till dinner. Your Dad is making his pork chops." I watched her fold the paper and put her dishes in the dishwasher. Yep, my plan worked perfectly. Well, I guess Shelley slept in this morning because I thought she would have been over by now. So I took the time to clean and straighten my room. Both Mom and Dad came home for lunch. Mom ate her Lean Cuisine at the table and Dad had a sandwich over the sink. I came into the kitchen in my swimsuit and cover-up, and in front of Mom I asked, "Dad, if you're going to be home this afternoon can Shelley and I go swimming?" "Yeah, sure," he said between bites. "Wanna come in with us?" I sang. "Maybe. Gotta see if I got clean trunks," he muffled into his sandwich. "Your tan ones are in the dresser," Mom reminded him. Thanks, Mom! Now I got those tan trunks on my mind. "OK, I'm out of here. Remember, I'm bringing Davis to look at those five houses. I probably won't be back before 5:30, so page me if you want me to pick up something on the way home," Mom said to Dad as she walked out the door. Dad looked at me and asked, "When is Shelley coming over?" "I'll call her and she can be over in a bit," I answered. "OK, let's meet at two," Dad said nervously and went to his room. I started getting this twisted feeling in my stomach now. All these grand plans and fantasy ideas, and now they're about to be real in less than an hour! I didn't think I would make it that far, and thought I might barf. "Hey ya!" Shelley bounced in through the front door at that instance and my heart lept. "Hey ya, Girl," I swung around to tell her hi. "You did your hair?" I asked incredulously. "And you put on makeup? What do you think you're going to do, Shel?" I had to admit, she looked fantastic! Like she was five years older. But what was the point? What was she trying to prove? "I just wanted to look good for your Dad, Lees," she replied. "This IS kind of a special occasion, right? And your Dad's really going the limit for me, so the least I could do was look decent." I didn't have an argument, but it looked as if she were going to the prom or something. We went into my room to prepare and talk things out about what was going to happen. Shelley sat on my bed, and that's when I saw them! The front of her cover-up came open a bit, and let's just say, I was quite surprised. "YOU GOT BOOBS? Shelley, how did you get those boobs, Girl?" I couldn't believe my eyes, but she had a killer cleavage going on, and I think it's something I would have noticed before, like yesterday. "It's a push-up," she calmly replied. "See it squeezes them from the bottom." She opened her robe to show me how it worked. "But you're still a B?" I asked. "Yes, silly, it doesn't change anything. But it makes them look like a C, don't you think?" She stood, admiring herself in my full-length. "Do you think it would do the same for mine?" I asked. "Maybe," she said. "Wanna try it on?" I unsnapped my top as she did hers and she handed it over. It certainly was a snug fit, but it made my chest look every bit as big. Boy, I have to get one of these. "When did you get it?" "Just this morning. I told Mom I needed a new suit, so Aunt Grace took me to Ronnie's." I was so jealous. I wanted these boobs and was trying to figure out how I could get Mom to spring for a new suit. Just at that moment my bedroom door flung open and my Dad popped his head in saying "Did I hear Shelley already?" But when he looked in the room and saw Shelley sitting on my bed, topless, and me cupping my breasts under the new push-up top, his face turned bright red and he tried to stammer some sort of apology. "Oh, uh, sorry, girls, I didn't know you were dressing, I'm sorry..." he quickly left leaving the door a bit open. I popped the top off of me handing it to Shelley as I grabbed mine from the bed. "We gotta get dressed, here put it on." And I ran for the door yanking my top on calling for Dad. "Daddy, it's ok. We're finished, you can come in," I hollered into the hall. The first thing I noticed when Daddy walked into the room was that he was wearing his denim robe. The second thing I noticed almost immediately was that it was sticking out in the front like a tent. I assumed that Daddy was excited about what he saw just a few seconds earlier. "Why are you girls in your swimsuits?" he asked kind of dumbfounded as he stared at Shelley's cleavage. "We were supposed to be going swimming, remember?" I told him. "Oh yes, well, ok, so are you... uh... ready?" he swallowed. Shelley just shook her head up and down and she sat on the edge of my bed near the door. I sat back in bed up on the headboard to sort of stay out of the way. I could see everything just as good from where I was, but I wanted Shel to have front row seats, although I would have traded with her in a heartbeat. I think I could speak for both Shel and myself when I said that our hearts were beating a mile a minute looking at the protrusion in front of his robe. I was so intent on keeping my eyes pasted right there that I didn't even notice when Daddy asked if she was ready. "Uh huh," was all I heard from Shelley. Without any ceremony Dad untied his robe and opened it up letting it drop from his shoulders to the floor. I don't know if I expected him to do a striptease or something, or at least have more than one article of clothing to remove, but the sudden apparition of his penis made my head swoon. Two things surprised me: one, he had a huge erection that looked like it was throbbing, and two, it was red and purple on the end. Oh, and it was really huge. That Playgirl picture did not prepare either of us for what we were now seeing. I looked at this long appendage kind of bouncing before us and followed it to the patch of hair surrounding it. I saw the trail of hair leading up over his stomach to his chest and up to my Dad's face. He kept his eyes away from me but watched Shelley's face as she stared in awe. "I didn't know it was so big and long," Shelley's voice broke the stifling silence in the room. "I thought they were like a finger or something. And I thought they were softer." She never took her eyes off of his shaft. Daddy stepped out of his robe on the floor and walked a little closer to Shelley. He penis wagged and bounced as he moved. My stomach bounced with it. He put his hand on the base of his thing and like a teacher began to explain to Shelley. I learned along with her. "Uh, this is what a penis looks like," he began. I wanted to giggle at the obvious, but I didn't want to get him upset or stop the lesson. "This part here is called a glans. This is the shaft, and here are ..." "The testes?" interrupted Shelley. "Yes, well, they're called testicles, actually. It's where sperm is produced." He continued. "And it comes out here?" Shelley pointed to a little hole, really kind of a slit in the top. She almost touched it and I almost cried out, but she didn't. "Yes, the sperm comes out here, but it's really semen. It's a fluid that has sperm in it. And it flows through the urethra." "Can I see your testes again?" Shelley asked. Daddy pushed his penis straight up so that we both got a good view of the sack holding his balls. They were huge and hairy, too. I looked at his stiff penis sticking straight up pointing to his chest. It went past his belly button, and that's when I thought about him putting that thing in Mom's vagina. I began to get a twitch in my vagina just thinking about it. I didn't know if that would be a pleasant sensation at all, and was beginning to wonder if I would ever have sex. I mean, it was a wide around as my wrist, and I know I'd have a lot of growing to do before I was ready for something that size. But still I felt that itch down there and I wanted desperately to scratch. Instead I just watched. "Is it hard a lot?" Shelley continued questioning. "Well, no, not a lot. I mean not now. When I was younger I would have more frequent erections... uh, getting hard. But now not as much. Only when it's excited..." he stopped short realizing that he probably shouldn't have gone there. "Like excited how?" I blurted, not meaning to join in the conversation, but I just had to know. "Well," he searched for words, "I didn't think you girls would be dressed like you are, and like I said, natural reactions occur and you can't prevent them. Sometimes sights, sounds and even smells arouse a male and he achieves an erection. Looking at pretty girls, like yourselves, can even make old men like me excited." "So it's like a muscle that gets hard?" "No, actually, it's just a big sponge that fills with blood. It fills with so much blood that it becomes hard like this." "Oh, that's why it's red and purple, huh? Can you make him soft?" Shelley asked innocently. Daddy chuckled, "No, I don't think that's going to happen right now. I'm in kind of a strange situation here and it's got me pretty much excited." He let his penis drop and it bounced up and down and pointed straight out. I heard Shelley giggle and I wanted to as well. Hearing her giggle must have made it bounce even more, and I couldn't help myself so I giggled, too. I could see it start to throb. I sort of felt sorry for Daddy standing there, completely exposed, putting on a show for these two kids, who knew no more about sex than before. So Shelley asked, "How do you have sex?" The question was pretty damn straightforward, but it seemed like the proper atmosphere for it. Daddy was flustered and working hard to keep his exposure. "Well, a woman becomes excited, you see, and she experiences something similar to an erection in that the blood flows around her vagina and it swells a bit. Then she produces lubrication which helps the penis penetrate the vagina. So the man inserts his erection into the woman and they have intercourse. Then the man will ejaculate his semen into the woman." It all sounded so clinical, so Shelley asked, "How long does it take?" "How long does what take?" Dad replied. "Sex. How long does it take to have sex?" "Well, it's not really a matter of time. It's an experience. When two people are in love they share this wonderful experience with each other so it could last for very long, or it could be very short, especially if you're not experienced. Your first time might be over very quickly. But you'll learn to make it last with the right partner. I think we were both getting over the novelty of having our first penis displayed in front of us, so Shelley's questioning became bolder. "I know sperm makes babies, but how do you keep from having babies after sex?" I knew that Shelley knew the answer to that. We learned that in freshman health. But I guess she wanted to hear the truth from Daddy. Actually, I did, too. Our health teacher was such a joke that we really didn't learn a heck of a whole lot in the class anyway. "Well, there's all kind of birth control from withdrawing the penis before ejaculation to having surgery to remove reproductive organs. Withdrawal never works, condoms are sometimes just as bad, but there's medicine that will prevent sperm from penetrating the egg. That's pretty effective." "Birth control pills?" Shelley asked. "Yes, that's the most common method." "And rubbers don't work?" I winced when I heard her say 'rubbers' and wondered what Dad would say. "Right, rubbers used to be the only thing, but they can break or leak, and then you have all that semen to worry about getting rid of." "How much comes out?" she asked. "Well, I don't know. I never measured, but sometimes there's a lot, and sometimes not." "Can you show us some?" "NO! I mean, no I can't make it come out on command. The male has to be almost overexcited to ejaculate." "But you can ejaculate without putting it inside of a girl, right?" "Oh yes, a man can stimulate himself with his hand or other things and make himself cum, I mean, ejaculate." It was strange to hear Daddy say cum. I hear the boys say that in school all the time. I hear what they call things like dick, cock, balls, and stuff, and cumming in a pussy, or with a blow job.... "And sometimes a man and woman don't have penetration or vaginal penetration. There are other ways to pleasure each other; there's oral sex and anal sex. But both of those are kind of extreme sex acts." "Can I touch yours?" The silence was deafening. Dad looked at me then at Shel, and I yelled "NO! He said there was to be no toucing." "It's OK, Lisa," I heard Dad say. "It is a part of learning, but just touch gently, ok? And just right here," he pointed to the top of his shaft. At that very moment I had a hundred things running through my mind. I wanted to touch it, too, but I didn't want to touch my Dad's. I didn't want to touch anyone else's either except for my Dad's. I also felt sad that Shelley's Dad wasn't living anymore because I could have touched his. I thought how lucky she was to touch my Dad's penis, but I wasn't going to. She reached out and placed two fingers along the top of his stiff penis and gently glided them back and forth. Dad shuddered a bit and tried to remain still, but he kept bending at his knees. I could have sworn that his penis had gotten larger, but I think it was just Shel's small hand next to it that made it look bigger. She started to rub near his head, and I heard Dad kind of hum and catch his breath. She moved her finger on the underside and said "It feels kind of soft and hard at the same time. There's something coming out. Is that water?" Through gritted teeth I heard Dad say, "No, that's a lubricant, too. The man can produce a lubricant that aids in penetration...." I think Dad really wanted to stop her, but he could barely move and his speech was shaky. His lips were kind of trembling. Then Shelley did a no-no. Completely disobeying Daddy, she wrapped her other hand underneath Daddy's penis just below the head and squeezed it gently. Daddy groaned, "uh, Shelley, oh..." She ignored him and then began to pull back on the skin. I saw it first, a small white blob appeared briefly at the slit and then blew forward in almost a stream! Daddy groaned real loud and said "oh shit!" Shelley let him go almost immediately as that first white stream hit her on her shoulder and she screamed as if she had been hit by a bullet! Daddy quickly placed one hand in front of his penis head and grabbed the shaft with the other. The white stuff shot into his hand as he cupped it in front. I saw him jerk the other hand back and forth and more kept shooting out. He was moaning and groaning and almost falling over. He was bent forward at the knees, and I couldn't see everything that was going on, but Shelley got a better view than me. "Oh, girls, I am so sorry that this happened, so sorry," he began to apologize. "I didn't not mean for this to happen, this was the last thing I wanted to have happen in front of you. I'm so sorry, let me go get something to clean you up and clean up this mess." More sperm spilled from his penis as he was talking. I could barely hear what he was saying I was so stunned; no, I was so shocked! I could not believe that my father actually ejaculated in front of us. Even though I was so shocked I was so turned on I didn't want to say a word because I knew I was going to say something that I would regret for the rest of my life. Shelley was giggling up a storm and shaking her hand with her fingers wide apart trying to get the sperm off. I just watched Daddy's penis still kind of hard and swinging around like crazy while he was grabbing for his robe to wipe sperm off my bed, Shelley's shoulder and her hand. Man, there was sperm everywhere and the smell was not really bad, but it smelled sexy, kinda musky. "It's OK, Mr. T. I'm all right. Don't worry about it, it's my fault. I wasn't supposed to touch," Shelley babbled as she pretended to look around her but actually keeping her eyes on Daddy's shaft the whole time. I know because I was watching, too. "OK, I'm gonna... go wash up," Daddy loosely wrapped his messy robe around him and started to leave. "Wait!" shouted Shelley. I jerked my head up and looked at her wide-eyed. What could she possibly want, I wondered. "I want to see what it looks like not hard," Shelley said boldly. "Well, it's not really soft and it's... it's kind of sticky," Daddy sort of laughed. But he opened his robe wide and thrust it forward. I think he was finally getting comfortable. It wasn't soft, but it wasn't sticking straight out either. It was kind of half hard, but the part of the head that I could see poking out of the skin was wet and shiny. "Do your testes get smaller, too? I mean now that they're empty," Shelley asked. Daddy laughed out loud. Yep, he was more comfortable and more in the dad-mode. "No, they don't get smaller, and they're really not empty." He held his penis up to show us his sack again. If anything it looked like his balls were lower than before. I guess they relaxed or something. "What happened to the glans?" Shel wondered. "Oh, it's still here. It's just kinda covered," Dad explained. And then he did an amazing thing. He pulled back the skin and the head poked out again. It was kind of funny, like a turtle or something. I didn't know they hid like that, but then, this was the first real kinda soft penis I had ever seen. Especially the first in real life. "Well," he kind of chuckled, "I guess you got more of a lesson than I intended, and probably more than you wanted to know or see." "No," Shelley commented, "it was good to see it. I mean REALLY good! But why was it so hot? I mean, when it touched my shoulder the sperm was hot." "It's not really hot, just body temperature. I'm sorry some got on you. Again, I'm so sorry," Daddy said in all earnest. "Mr. T, stop saying you're sorry. It's fine. I'm glad you did," Shelly smiled. Dad smiled back. When there was total silence in the room, Dad became uncomfortable again. "Well, I gotta go shower. You guys OK?" Dad looked at us with a Daddy look. It looked so out of place because his robe was still open and his penis was drooping lower and lower. "Yeah, I'm ok, Daddy," I replied. He grabbed the front of his robe and walked out the door closing it slowly behind him. "OH... MY... GOD!!!" Shelley breathed hoarsely. She had both arms pushed down on the bed beneath her crotch and she squeezed her legs together. "Can you believe that? Can you even believe that?" "That was kind of embarrassing. I felt sorry for Daddy. He really didn't mean to do that, you know." "I know that! But I'm so glad he did. That was awesome! I didn't even do anything either. He just... went off! That was so cool! I wanna do that again!" She was so excited I thought she would blow up. "I don't think he would ever do that again. I mean, not in front of us." I offered. "So, does he really put that in your Mom and shoots into her like that?" she wondered. "SHELLEY!!!" I screamed. "You're talking about my MOM and DAD! For heavens sakes! I don't want to think about something like that... But yeah, I guess he does." "Ooooooo" Shelley squeezed her legs together tighter "I wonder what it feels like? It's got to hurt, I mean, it's so big. And I wonder what that stuff feels like coming out inside of you. It was really hot, you know, when it hit my shoulder." Now I was beginning to get jealous again because Shelley had not only got to feel my Dad's penis, but she got to feel his sperm too. I really, really wanted to touch it. I really wanted him to show it to me, and only me. But I realize this was probably the right way to do it. Shelley and I went swimming later. Daddy did not come with us. But after we dried off and changed we went into the kitchen where he was making pork chops. And he was whistling! In fact, he looked happy as a clam, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened. "Shelley, are you staying for dinner?" he glanced over at her sitting at the bar. I was kind of shocked that he acted so... so normal. "Sure, Mr. T. I love it when you cook," Shel piped back. Even she was acting normal too! Was I the only crazy one? Was I the only one affected by what happened this afternoon? Nope. Shelley elbowed me and nodded toward Daddy's crotch. I guess I never really noticed before, but the old tan trunks he was wearing really outlined his bulge. And he was hard. We both giggled. "Something funny?" he asked not really looking at us. "Nope, just girl stuff," I answered. Shelley spent the night, and we were lying in bed in the dark just talking about stuff, boys mostly. Not really about sex or anything that had happened earlier, just about relationships and stuff. Suddenly Shelley shushed me, and we lay real still. "What's that noise?" she whispered. I listened closely and could hear a heavy thump, thump, thump echoing through the walls. I had only heard it a few times before and only guessed at what it was then. Now I knew. Mom and Dad were having sex! And they sure were noisy! "Well, I guess Daddy was right," I said. "They really weren't empty, huh?" And we giggled for the rest of the evening until we fell asleep. --- Copyright 2010 by Lance Vargas. Notes were taken from a diary found in 1994 and transcribed by L. Vargas. --- Read all stories in Lance's library at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas

Hostess with the Mostest (MF, cheat) Edited by Lance Vargas How in the world did anyone ever find this bar in the first place? I would not expect a house to be on this little dirt road in the woods, much less a bar full of people. And talk about full! I could hear the sounds through the closed car windows and immediately began to rethink accepting this invitation from my brother-in-law to come here. I had been living in an apartment for over two months after I took a job offer in the same town where my brother-in-law, Stan, lived with his wife Bette. My wife and family were still back in Ohio waiting for school to end before they would join me in another two months. Knowing that I was probably bored out of my gourd sitting in the apartment alone every night, Stan called and invited me to a birthday bash for a friend at a country bar. "Hey, it'll be cool!" he pitched. "There will be a whole lot of people there, so you won't look out of place. Probably a lot of free beer, probably some karaoke and dancing. We won't stay out too late; come on. It'll be fun." What have I got to lose? An evening in front of the boob tube or free beer? I'm there. "Oh, yeah, wear shorts and flip-flops. It's real casual. I mean, real casual," Stan offered. But I mean, really, there's casual, and there's this... this bar in the woods. Yeah, it's got beer signs outside, so they have electricity, that's good. But it's in the woods! All I could see nearby were little wooden shacks. But we parked and walked into the place. The noise was deafening, but the first thing I felt was a cold bottle of beer being pushed in my hands, and this big, burly hulk of a guy with a huge smile saying "hi." "Uh, hi, I'm Brad," I offered. But before I could thank him or even get his attention he had turned and grabbed Stan by his shoulder whipping him around and pushing a beer into his hand. "Mike!," Stan shouted. I could barely make out what Stan was telling me, but it was something like, "Brad, this is Mike. He organized the party." "Hey Mike," I grabbed his huge paw, still cold and wet from holding the beer. "Go eat," he yelled in my ear. "There's a full table over there with lots of good shit. Help yourself." And he was off being the good host. I followed Bette as she hugged and laughed with her friends as she'd meet them. When she noticed me behind her she began to introduce me to the ladies explaining who I was and my situation. Each said hello and told me that I was going to have fun tonight. I smiled and thanked them and headed toward the food. With my plate piled high I made my way to a far corner of the saloon to eat and drink and just watch the festivities. Boy, this place was packed and it seemed that everybody knew each other, and as I feared, I was the odd one out. The crowd looked to be a bit older than me, quite a bit older than me. I figured most at probably 50 and above. Due to lack of female companionship over the last few, long weeks, I had developed a habit of watching pretty girls in public and playing with my fantasies. Well, it sure looked like slim pickings tonight, unless I raised my minimum age by a few decades. I should have guessed, I mean, Stan's about 10 years older than me, so naturally his friends... oh well. And then I saw her. A blonde came walking out of the kitchen with a casserole dish in her gloved hands. Compared to everyone else in the place she was hot! Yeah, she probably would not have made my radar in a crowded mall, but at least I knew that I would have some entertainment this evening just watching this beauty move about the place. It was as if I were in a trance watching her rearrange the table to fit the dish. She had short blonde hair and was full-figured. No, not really fat, but with an ample bosom; no, I mean really big tits. Her ass was the absolute perfect size for her frame - not huge but just right. I saw her joke with some of the guys near the table, and she had a real flirty manner about her. Damn, who was she? And is she going to stay in the kitchen all night? I immediately started a fantasy about her. I just wanted to see those tits again. My reverie was broken when Bette and one of her friends came to sit at the table with me. "Brad, this is Susie. She's the wife of the birthday boy," Bette offered. I shook her hand and we talked a bit about our jobs, her hubby, the kids. Then a couple of more of the women came by to see Bette, and I was introduced to them as well. I realized that I was meeting just the women and few of the guys. I kinda liked that. "Who's the kid?" another lady coming from the bar asked Bette. It's been a long time since I was called a kid, and at 42 you'd think I could sit at the grown-up table. But like I said, the crowd was appreciably my senior. As I was talking to one of the women on my left I felt two strong arms grab my shoulders, and I looked forward in surprise. Blondie was right there holding me at arm's length looking at me! I was trying to figure out what was going on. Did she see me ogling her? Did I do something wrong? Damn, those tits are even bigger up close! All of these things went through my mind in milliseconds. "Oh my god, I thought he was Earl, Bette! I was saying, 'what's Earl doing here?' He kind of looked like Earl from the side, but he's a whole lot better looking than Earl, that's for sure!" she exclaimed. The other women concurred, "you got that right," "he's not Earl, that's for sure," "he makes Earl look like a pile of shit." I didn't know who Earl was, but I'm glad I wasn't him. But I'm glad I resembled him if only to get Blondie's attention. "Hi, I'm Frankie," she offered. I started, "I'm..." "This is my brother-in-law, Brad," Bette began her story which all the other women had already heard. "So, you moving here?" Frankie asked. "Yes, I'm living in an apartment now near downtown. Nice commute; I walk to work." "Oh, a bachelor pad, huh? Bet there's some wild times in there some nights," she winked at me and laughed with the women. "Oh yeah, real wild, like when I burn the popcorn in the microwave, or wash whites with colors," I joked. We laughed a bit more, then Frankie left to take care of the food table again. Bette offered, "she's Mike's wife, you know." No, I didn't know. I didn't understand if she was just stating a fact or giving me a warning. Whatever, I could still watch her move about, but from now on I was going to make sure that Mike didn't catch me. I ate a bit more and drank even more. I even paid for a couple of drinks when one of the friends wasn't watching. There were a few older guys there who took pleasure in filling their buddies' needs in the drinking department. I guess an ego thing. I even got cussed at for buying a beer by some old coot sitting at the bar. "Damn, boy. Tell me next time you need a fucking beer. You don't need to be going spending none of your own damn money," he slurred. I thanked him and told him I'd get him next time. Before I made it back to my table bright lights came on and the jukebox was silenced. Mike had a microphone in his hand and wished a happy birthday to whoever the guy was who was having this birthday... Susie's husband, whatever his name is. Then he thanked all those people who helped put on the party, especially his wife, Frankie, who worked her butt off organizing food, but she's still got a ways to go to work it all off, he quipped. Then he thanked everybody for showing up to celebrate. Then he thank me saying "We even got people who came all the way from Ohio to be here tonight. Thanks for coming, Brad!" And the ladies started to clap and cheer. Then the men started joking and hollering about the "young thing" or "fresh meat." As soon Mike finished speaking the lights were lowered again and the voice of a DJ came on saying it was dancing time. Of course, this being a country bar the music of choice was country and western, and the first song was a line dance song. All the women, at least those that could stand, attacked the dance floor and began moving as one, in rhythm with the music. Damn, some of those old women could move! But, of course, one stood out from the lot - Frankie. She was there, over to the right, dancing with a wiggle that was driving me crazy. I watched her heavy breasts bounced as she moved and bounced herself. Dammit, I was getting an erection just watching her. I felt like I was back in high-school again. Let's see, it's been eight damn weeks since I got laid. Hell, I'm overdue for an erection about now. Might as well sit back and enjoy it. I could take matters in hand when I got back home. The next few songs were the old classics, some Texas Swing and two-steps. I enjoyed watching the couples having fun on the floor. I wish that my wife were here to dance or that I could work up the courage to ask one of the women to dance. Of course, I knew which one I would ask. A hand on my shoulder "woke" me up from my daydreaming. Frankie. "Come on," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I didn't even have time to object. It was almost like a continuation of my fantasy where I was watching her from afar. Now I was watching her right in front of me, and, boy, was I getting an eyeful! She gyrated to the music with an extra beat in her hips; her boobs bouncing about barely controlled beneath her blouse. I stared openly with a smile on my face as I tried to move to the music as well. She saw me staring a few times but would just smile, close her eyes and turn her head. Maybe it was my imagination, but every time she would catch me stealing a look at her chest she would put just a little more "oomph" in her hips, or she would turn around with her back to me and thrust her cheeks towards me. Shit, I was dancing with a hard-on now. Yep, just like in high school over 20 years ago. When the song ended, I took her hand and thanked her for the dance; she instead responded by hugging me tightly. "I just saw you sittin' there by yourself, and I just had to be a good hostess," she said into my ear. I limped back to my seat, thankful for the dim light offering camouflage to my swollen crotch. Twenty minutes. That's how long it took for my dick to recede. And that's how long it took for Frankie to approach my table for another dance. "I figured you're too shy to ask me, but I'm not too shy to ask the cutest boy in the room to dance with me," she said. "Well, cutest girl, cutest boy, they should dance together, don't you think?" I asked. "Yep, they should," she paused to consider me and smiled. Now, I don't two-step too well, so she yelled in my ear that she would lead. Fine by me. I have to say I did pretty good after a while. We weren't the best couple on the dance floor, but not too shabby. But one thing I did notice, and believe me, it was hard not to notice, that a couple of buttons had been undone at the top of her blouse, because she was now showing cleavage where before there was none visible. And trust me, that was the first thing I looked for when she came to the table the first time. But now I could see the valley of pleasure directly beneath her neck. My fantasies were interfering with my dancing, but I managed to keep the beat. When that song ended I was winded and sweating. I thanked her again, but instead of a hug this time she held my arm keeping me on the floor. A slow song started up and she immediately put her arms around my neck. I had no choice but to dance with her or make her look foolish, and I had no intention of doing that. So we danced on the crowded floor. We had become a dance couple that evening, but I don't think anyone took notice. I swear I was running a fever. Her head was on my chest, and she was pulling me in close. I felt her huge breasts pushing into me, almost grinding into my ribs. Was it my imagination? It was hard to tell exactly what she was doing while we were dancing, but it sure felt like she was rubbing herself all over me. Her next move was unmistakable. Our feet were barely moving on the floor; we were simply swaying in one place when she ground her crotch into mine, grazing my upright erection with her hips. She did it again, then again. She turned her head up and looked at me with these sexy eyes. I just stared at her not sure what to say, if anything. She looked up at me through sultry eyes and smiled. "Did I do that," she purred and ground into my crotch again moving my dick from side to side. I nodded meekly. "Good," she said putting her head back on my chest. Everyone so often she would push into my crotch again making me harder than ever. Her chest continued to be pressed firmly into mine, so I would move both hands up her back rubbing the sides of her breasts with my forearms. She moaned. The song ended, and I figured so did my fantasy. But it appeared that Frankie had other ideas. "Meet me in the kitchen, through that door over there," she nodded toward the side of the bar. She left in another direction, but I did as I was instructed, as if I were programmed. As I entered the kitchen she came around through a back way and said, "Over here," and we walked out of the bar into one of the shacks that was near the door and connected to the bar with an awning. She reached down near the floor and turned on a nightlight that was plugged into the wall. There were cases of beer lining the walls. We were in the store room. Frankie grabbed my neck as if we were going to dance again. She swayed her hips and ground her breasts and her pelvis into me, but this time looked straight at me with these sexy eyes. I could do little else but give her a sexy smile back. "You like this," she asked. "I love this," I replied. "Then you'll really love this," she countered, and she unzipped my pants and began to fish my erection through the fly. I have never in my life been unfaithful to my wife. Tempted many times, but I always managed to be stronger than the temptation. But then the temptation has never touched my bare dick before. And when a man's cock is in the hands of another woman, I guarantee you that there is only one brain in the room capable of rational thought, and it ain't his. She stroked it slowly a couple of times from my balls to the tip, and I moaned almost doubling over in sheer pleasure. "Ohhhh, extra husky," she purred, "just my size." As she stroked my cock with one hand, she fumbled with my belt and pants with the other. Almost too mesmerized to even move, I did manage to begin massaging her huge melons. "You like, huh, Lover Boy? All you boys do," she said in a sexy voice. She undid a couple of more buttons on her blouse, then continued to stroke me. I took my cue and began to unbutton the rest, parting her blouse to marvel at the size of her bra and the beauties it contained. "The latch is right there in the front, Sugar," she offered. I need no further instructions, and with a pop her giant boobs spilled from their constraint. They were awesome! So full and resting proudly on her chest. They were beautiful. I almost complained when she moved them away from me. She lowered herself to her knees, and before I could prepare myself for what was about to happened it happened. She put the head of my dick between her lips and began to suck on the glans, gently flicking the tip with a rapid fire motion of her tongue. I groaned even louder. "Oh, I love to make a man feel good. I want to make you cum so big," she crooned. "Shit, keep that up and you'll get your wish," I managed to grunt. Then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could and began to fuck me with her face. In and out, I watched my rod disappear into her beautiful lips, her huge tits hanging just below. "Your tits," I whispered, "do me with your tits." Without saying a word she released me from her mouth and grabbed the sides of her breasts bringing them up to my dick. She sandwiched my rod between them and I was lost in her lovelies. She began to move her chest up and down, and it was becoming too much for me. When she heard my moan continue and get longer and lower she knew I was about ready to explode. The tip of my cock escaped from between her breasts and she captured it in her mouth beginning to pump me up and down while still massaging my shaft with her tits. That sight was too much for my feeble blood-starved brain to take, and I exploded in her mouth. "Oh!" she screamed as my dick escaped from her lips, "You're a gusher!" And she grabbed my shaft and began pumping letting me come all over her face, down her neck and on breasts. I couldn't stop coming; it had been so long and I was making up for lost moments. When I was spent she continued to stroke my dick until it hung between my legs. She was covered with cum. I apologized profusely for making such a mess and scurried about looking for something to clean her off. "Don't you dare say you're sorry," she scolded. "I did that and I'm proud of it. Shit, you needed that, I know. Poor baby, hasn't got his rocks off in months. Momma's here to help, Darling. Don't you worry about Momma." I was too weak to argue. So I watched her wipe her face and neck with paper towels from a roll nearby. I even caught her licking her lips to remove some. Damn, she was sexy. Just watching her wipe her boobs, watching them quiver as she'd rub, was making me hard again. She caught me rubbing myself again as I was watching her. "Damn, Big Boy, you getting ready again," she laughed. "We ain't even finished with the first one. I gotta go clean up. I'll see you in there." She left me to clean myself up with the paper towels, and when I had done enough I made my way back into the bar and headed for the men's room. I wet some paper towels with put a dab of soap on them and then went into the stall to clean up a bit more. While I was cleaning up I began to feel guilty for what I had just done. The good husband separated from his family trying to be so faithful, and "bam," fell off the wagon. I resolved myself that this was a one-time thing and would never, ever happen again. "That you?" I heard a whisper through the wall. "Brad, that you?" I heard it again with a tapping sound. It was coming from the other side of the wall; Frankie. Apparently the men and women's stalls were separated by that wall. "Yeah, it's me," I whispered back into the wall. I was shocked to see what I thought was a wet wadded up piece of toilet paper fall from the wall onto the floor exposing a perfectly round hole looking directly into the ladies' stall. "Stick it in here," she ordered. "I don't think it'll fit," I laughed weakly. Of course, the hole was more than big enough, but I was trying any feeble excuse to salvage my just-made resolution. Then I saw her crook her finger through the hole beckoning me. Isn't it funny how fleeting rational thought can be in the male brain? Even though I wasn't fully hard, I fed my dick in the hole. I felt warm and wet lips engulf my head again. I was officially fully hard. She stroked me with her mouth a few times, and I started to feel that tingling in my balls again. Then I heard the door to the ladies' room open and close, and Frankie removed her lips and waited. Then she tapped me on the tip of my dick with her finger instructing me to pull it out of the hole. I watched as she stuffed it with toilet paper again. Then I dressed myself, positioned my dick out of the way as best I could, and left the men's room. Whew, that was a close one, my brain tried to rationalize. You almost fell off the wagon again, it chided. You need to be stronger next time. I sucked in a deep breath of air, filling myself with resolve again and vowing to never let it happen again. I tried to practice in my mind what I would say if Frankie tried to seduce me again. "I wasn't thinking straight; I missed my wife; it was just a physical thing?" All of those sounded so right when I was saying them in my mind, but I knew that uttering them out loud would be impossible. Back at my table Stan, Bette and some of their friends were chatting. My seat was taken so I went get a beer letting old Moneybags buy it for me. I returned to the crowd and noticed Frankie had joined them. There was an intermission in the music so conversation was audible. I moved to the opposite side of the crowd from Frankie. A little distance would be a good first line of defense One of the ladies asked where I had gone to school. The college small talk continued until Stan let out that I was a ladies' man in college, or that's what his sister had told him. "I could believe that," said Frankie. "I bet you had them begging for more." She winked at me. I blushed. The crowd laughed, and Frankie continued with her joking egging the crowd on. A bit later Bette told me not to mind Frankie. She just loves having a good time and is an incurable flirt. But she's pretty harmless, so just go along with her. You'll have fun, too. I thanked her for the advice and told her I intend to do just that. The music started again, and Frankie came straight towards me shaking her hips and extendeding her hand. I figured one dance was all, and it was just a dance - nothing more. Anyway, I was beginning to worry that people would get suspicious. I looked around for Mike and saw he was near the DJ's booth looking at CDs. "You worried about him?" Frankie half-shouted as she saw me looking Mike's way. "Well, kinda," I responded. "Don't." she instructed. "He's good." I didn't really know what she meant by that, but I resolved not to worry. It wasn't easy. Especially when the next slow song started and she kept me on the floor. I started to make an excuse to go and sit down, but she begged me to stay. She wanted to talk. I listened. "I hope you don't mind what I did to you in there," she began. "I like to make people feel good, and I knew that you probably needed that right?" "More than you'll ever know," I replied. "Then stop worrying about things. I loved doing that to you. You sounded like you liked it, too. You have a beautiful dick, and just to let you know, I ain't finished with it tonight. OK?" "OK," was all I could say. I was hard as a rock again. Well, I guess those church ladies could quit making Brad statues now, because I had officially given up my sainthood. I was trying to find an excuse, like maybe she had some mind-control powers and was keeping me from thinking straight. She felt my cock with her hips and boldly put her hand between us rubbing me up and down. No, it definitely was not mind-control powers, just her body. "Remember how to get to that room?" she asked. " Yeah," I mumbled. "I'll meet you there after this song." And she left me alone on the dance floor as she walked out the back way. I walked to the bar and chatted with a couple of guys I didn't know. There was no inner battle in my mind if I was going to go in that room or not. I was definitely going in that room, or else my dick would beat the shit out of my conscience. "She dance good, her, huh?," one old coot proclaimed. "Frankie?" I blurted coming back to reality, "Yeah, she's a good dancer." The two old guys just laughed with each other. As nonchalantly as possible I grabbed an empty casserole dish from the table and walked to the kitchen like I was supposed to be doing it. I dropped the dish in the sink and headed out to the storeroom. I'm glad I didn't have that dish when I walked into that room or I would have dropped it to the floor along with my jaw. Frankie was standing in the middle of the room without a stitch of clothes on. And she looked fine! She was not centerfold material, but she was just as beautiful with those huge tits, pretty face and, oh my god, a neatly-trimmed pussy. Yes, she was definitely a mature woman, but it looked great on her. And I wanted her like an animal. She pounced on me and began to take off my shirt. I hurriedly unbuttoned it afraid she would rip it off of me. Shucking that, she pawed at my shorts, so I kicked my shoes off and pulled shorts and jockeys completely off. Both of us naked now, she ran her hands through my chest hair nuzzling my nipples with her lips. Then she reached around with one hand squeezing a cheek exclaiming, "Damn, you have a tight butt." I reached down between her legs and began to rub her slit getting her wet. She moaned in my ear as I teased her clit. She grabbed my rod and started to stroke me back and forth. I could tell she was having trouble controlling her movements while I was fingering her deeply. "Oh shit, come here," she ordered, and turned and walked to the wall. She leaned over and placed both hands on the wall offering her butt to me. I needed no further encouragement and got in right behind her. She reached between her legs and grabbed my dick positioning it perfectly, and I entered her. She engulfed me with warmth and wetness, and it was a snug fit. I began to move in and out at a slow pace, and groans escaped her throat. I continued that pace for some time, alternately holding her hips or leaning over and feeling those massive tits hanging down. I could see their shadow on the wall rocking back and forth. Then I felt that feeling in my balls again, but I didn't want to rush it. So I pulled out, and she began to protest. "Hush," I commanded, and grabbed her butt cheeks keeping her in place. I got down on my knees and position my tongue beneath her and began to lick from the top of her clit to her asshole. She screamed! I did it again, and she jumped again. I started to focus on her clit, and she became very still. As I lapped and tongued her I could feel her legs shaking. I wet a finger in her pussy getting it very slick, and then I began to get her asshole very wet with the finger until I could slide it in to the first knuckle. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Braaaaaaad, ooooooooooo, mmmmmmmmmmm," she was almost singing. I managed to get more than a knuckle into her bung hole and my lapping became furious. Finally with a finger in her cunt and one in her ass I pressed my tongue fully on her clit. "oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I'm cummmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnng," she wailed! She shook and shook, and I helped brace her legs as I continued to hold my tongue in position. Finally she pulled away saying she couldn't take it anymore. I resumed my position behind her and began to fuck her in earnest. This time I was going for the kill. I pumped into her until I was dizzy with delight. I don't think my dick has ever been bigger or harder than it was at that moment. This sexy woman was writhing beneath me, impaled, and with huge hooters swaying with every thrust. I pushed myself in as deeply as I could and held it there. She was as still as could be, and then I let loose my flood. I pumped and pumped and pumped until I was empty. I held her hips there as I shuddered in euphoria at our union. Finally, I slumped to the floor exiting her pussy with a loud "pop!" She collapsed next to me. "Damn, you're good. You're the best!" she huffed. "Thanks," I panted. We rested for minutes sitting there listening to each other breathe heavily. My dick was fat and heavy draped across my legs. Her breasts were covered in perspiration, heaving on her chest. She looked tired and worked over. She was. When we were finally able to move, I began to stand up to get our clothes. I offered her her bra and panties, but instead of putting them on as I expected, she asked me, "That thing you were doing to my butt. Does that mean you want to fuck me in the ass?" "Uh no, not really," I tried to respond. "I was just trying to make you feel good. Why?" "Oh, I was just wondering," she replied. "So you don't want to fuck me in the ass?" "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, I never fucked anybody in the ass before. You?" I quizzed. "No, I never got fucked up the butt before, but that felt good when you were doing it. I wonder what it would feel like to have that whopper in it." She looked at my crotch, which began to stir as she was speaking. She started petting my dick with the back of her hand, looked in my eyes and gave me a sly smile. "Why put off till tomorrow..." I said. Without a word she turned over and got on all fours with her rear facing me. I quickly got on my knees and scooted in behind her, not really sure how to approach this. I began pressing on her anus with my thumb at the same time rubbing her pussy with my other hand. I knew I had to get her bunghole really wet, and my fingers just weren't doing the job. While not fully hard, my dick was still extended enough to be able to slide it up and down her pussy lips in an attempt to get it slickened up. Then I figured the best way to slick it up was by immersion, so I pulled back my foreskin and plunged it into her pussy again. "I said my ass!" she shouted back to me. "I know, just wait," I replied. I thrust in and out of her a few times at the same time getting harder and harder. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned the tip of my dick right on her puckered hole. She reflexively resisted my advances, after all this wasn't a finger. I continued to poke the head into her hole, and try as she might to relax, this didn't look like it was going to work. "This isn't going to happen," I exclaimed, pulling my rod away from her ass. "No, just try it agai..... AAAGHHH!" she screamed. When I removed my dick I knew she might relax so I plunged it right back as she was speaking, and I got the head to pop right in! "Oh, shit, it feels like you got a telephone pole up my asshole," she moaned through gritted teeth. "Want me to quit? Wanna take it out?" I asked. "NO! Keep going, it's starting to feel good now," she insisted. So I slowly started pumping in and out, little by little feeding her a fraction of an inch more, until I was almost completely in her ass up to my balls. Her head was writhing from side to side. I don't know how she could find this as pleasurable as I could. Two things told me this wasn't going to last long: she was a tight as a virgin, and the site of my big dick sliding into that beautiful butt was about to put me over the top. "Frankie, I ain't gonna last long," I warned. "Then cum in my butt!" she screamed. And I did. I started spasming and filling her ass with cum. The semen leaked from around my dick, and as I came I began to to push even deeper. I could see Frankie's face wincing as my dick would expand with each squirt. "Shit, that hurts so good," she cried. But she was so tight it was like a tourniquet around my dick, and my erection would not subside. As long as I was in her butt I remained hard, and she had no intention of letting me go early. When I would try to withdraw she'd pucker her hole swallowing me more; or she would shove her ass towards me trying to impale herself more. My whole dick was up her rectum, and she seemed to be liking it. I was already spent, but my hardness wasn't going anywhere. She began to rock on my rod again, and I began to enjoy it some more. After three huge cums already tonight I didn't think I had another one in me. But I was wrong. She wiggled and writhed her ass on me grinding her cheeks into my hips. I reached forward and grabbed her boobs fingering the tips and squeezing them like melons. She began to stroke me with her anus faster and faster, until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me holding her tight. And again I blasted into her still again, this one not as much volume, but every bit as strong. I limped out of her butt, leaving it gaping wide open. She turned and lay down on her back, her breasts heaving up and down. How I wanted to lean over and suckle one of the nipples in my mouth. But I was just as spent as well, and could not muster the energy. Somehow we managed to find the strength to dress ourselves and straighten up a bit. The room smelled of sex, dirty sex. Whoever came in here next was going to be able to tell somebody was having a good time in here. When we had returned to the bar almost half the crowd had gone. I was worried that we would be discovered missing together. But no one seemed the wiser or suspicious. Not even Mike. Almost toward the end of the evening, when there was just this little core group left, Frankie came up to where I was sitting and sort of confessed everything. She began, "Mike's had high blood pressure for years, and he had a pacemaker put in two years ago. He's not able to achieve an erection, and he can't take anything for it. I told him that I love him anyway, and I mean it. And he believes me, too, but he knows that I need a certain type of companionship that he can't give me. So he thinks that I sneak around on him and he doesn't appear to mind." "But you do," I interrupted her. "No, I don't," she corrected me. "I never have before tonight. You're the first one that I ever did that with. Look around here. These are the people we hang around with. Which one of them do you think I would have an affair with? Be serious. I'm 10 years younger than Mike, probably same age as you. When you walked in that door tonight I got so horny looking at you. You were like a breath of fresh air. I knew I wanted to have fun with you, I just didn't know how what would happen. Man, can you fuck!" "Me? You were doing a lot of that work yourself. And, girl, can you suck?" I offered. "Well, I was serious when I said I like to help men feel good. That's such a feeling of power and control, you know. And I figured you been without pussy for so long that you'd need a good preview before the main attraction, eh?" she smiled at me. As we said our goodbyes Frankie asked me where I was staying. "Canterbury," I replied as I walked out the door wondering if I did the right thing giving her the name of my apartment complex. She visited me three or four times a week at my apartment until my family moved down in June. We needed each other at that time, and we serviced each other quite well. My wife and I are now "Junior" members of that group, and we get together for tailgate parties and other events. And every once in a while Frankie and I dance together, sometimes with the crowd - sometimes not. --- Read the rest of Vargas stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Lance_Vargas/

<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="CoffeeCup HTML Editor (www.coffeecup.com)"> <meta name="dcterms.created" content="Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:45:18 GMT"> <meta name="description" content=""> <meta name="keywords" content=""> <title>He asks</title> <style type="text/css"> <!-- body { color:#000000; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url('Background Image'); background-repeat:no-repeat; } a { color:#0000FF; } a:visited { color:#800080; } a:hover { color:#008000; } a:active { color:#FF0000; } --> </style> <!--[if IE]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"></script> <![endif]--> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Joshua Woode"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="He Asks"> <META NAME="shs-part" CONTENT="First and only part"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="How I taught my son to ask for what he wants."> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="Mb ped coercion"> </head> <body style="margin-left:5%; margin-right:5%"> <br> <i>This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. </i> <br> <h3>He Asks</h3> I became a single Dad a few years back, when my son Jacob was just three years old. Some people aren't cut out to be parents, and unfortunately I married one of those people. I watched as my spouse crumbled under the weight of responsibility, her post-partum depression ranging from severe to catastrophic. Eventually Barbara gave up, and I suppose I gave up on her too. At any rate, Jake and I had to form a team and learn how to get along. <br><br> My friends told me that sort of difficult separation can do things to you. Mess with your mind. Change you in odd ways. I can understand how that might happen to some people, but I felt fine. I had Jacob and we were happy. Fuck my wife if she didn't want to share in our lives. <i>Seriously. Fuck her with an ax handle until she bleeds.</i> But I was fine. The red flashes I saw sometimes were just from eye strain. <br><br> I've always believed that parents should encourage their children to be independent, to solve their own problems when they can. We should help them when they need it, of course -- I'm not the Dad who teaches swimming by throwing my child into the deep end of the pool and only fishing him out when he's gone under for the third time. But I want Jacob to be able to think for himself and work through things. I try to give him just enough guidance so that he feels like he got over the hurdle by himself, and that I was there to catch him if he fell. <br><br> One important part of independence is knowing what you want, and knowing how to ask for it. If you're too shy or awkward about asking, you're much less likely to be happy in the long run. I made Jacob really think about what he wanted while letting him feel confident about asking. Of course, you don't get everything you ask for. Jake also had to learn how to deal with being told "no." <br><br> These lessons started even before his mother left us. Her issues meant that I generally had to be the primary caregiver, so bath time became a Daddy time. I enjoyed the closeness and there was a certain intimacy of male bonding about it, even when he was just two. I'd strip to my boxers and sit on the edge of the tub and help him wash, playing and splashing along the way. <br><br> As with all kids Jake was curious about his body, and naked times gave him the opportunity to explore. He would unabashedly fondle and tug at his little boyparts, often resulting in his lovely circumcised spike pointing at the ceiling. This delighted him no end. He also clearly enjoyed it when I washed between his legs, alternatively giggling and fading into a quiet, gentle squirm. <br><br> By the time Jake was four, I could tell when he wanted me to wash him there. He would look at me expectantly, or lift his bottom in the tub so that his privates were exposed above the water. He was already quite a talker, but he seemed shy or unsure about how to say what he wanted. When he turned five, I thought it was time for a teaching moment. <br><br> One night in the tub, Jacob was smiling and waving his miniature erection in my direction, clearly wishing for Daddy to give it a scrub. I smiled back and asked him, "What do you want, Jake?" I saw him blush a little. Even though at that age he had almost no modesty, he somehow sensed that there was naughtiness in this. I reassured him. "It's ok, son... it's just us boys here, you can tell me." <br><br> Jake chewed his lip for a moment before finally saying, "Wash me, Daddy." It was a start, but I wanted him to get to the heart of what he really wanted. <br><br> "What do you want me to wash, Jacob?" He giggled and hesitated a moment before pointing to his bare nail. I shook my head. "Please say it, Jake. Use your words." <br><br> He wriggled, splashing the water... his face got redder. "My peeper," he finally ventured. <br><br> I chuckled. He was getting it, but I knew there was more work to do. "Let's use the proper words, Jake. You know what it's really called, don't you?" We'd had the talk about body parts a few times already. <br><br> "My penis?" he offered. <br><br> I ruffled his wet hair. "That's it! Good boy, Jake. Now ask me properly for what you want." <br><br> "Wash my penis, Daddy?" He seemed to be getting more comfortable with the conversation. <br><br> "Almost! What's the magic word, tiger?" <br><br> He smiled brightly and stated his desire more firmly. "Wash my penis PLEASE, Daddy." <br><br> I bent over and gave him a hug, dampening my chest from his wet skin. "That's my boy." I grinned and gave his stiffy the most thorough, slippery-soapy washing ever. I kept at it until I felt his smooth peter jump and twitch in my hand, saw his eyes go hazy and his face glow a soft, calm pink. <br><br> Jake smiled up at me gently. "Thank you, Daddy," he said quietly. <br><br> "You're most welcome, Jacob." <br><br> It briefly occurred to me that this was a little odd. I'd just masturbated my five year-old son. Everything up to that point could be described as innocent horseplay among us boys. But really, it just seemed like a natural thing. I quickly dismissed the concern. Things were fine. I rubbed my eyes. They were aching again. <br><br> From that point on I would only wash Jake's penis in the bath when he asked. He quickly learned that he had to ask properly and it seemed to come more easily to him each night. After a few months he was able to ask without blushing, and it was time to move on. I wanted him to connect more deeply to his needs. The next time he made his request I responded with a question. <br><br> Smiling gently, I asked, "Why do you want me to wash your penis, Jake?" <br><br> It was intended to be an easy question. He thought for just a moment. "Cuz it feels good?" He watched my face to see if it was really that simple. <br><br> I nodded my approval. "Just right, tiger. I think it's already pretty clean, isn't it?" He giggled and nodded. "What you're really asking is for me to make you feel good. If you ask for what you actually want, you might be surprised at how you get it." <br><br> He looked confused, so I prompted him. "Try asking me that way, sport." <br><br> He chewed his lip before offering, "Please make my penis feel good, Daddy?" <br><br> Without a word I lifted Jake up onto his feet in the tub and hugged him around his waist, bringing my mouth between his legs. I balanced his bare little package on my tongue, tight tiny sack and junior stiffy all at once. I let my lips engulf him and suckled... mauled him in my mouth. I heard him gasp quietly. He held my head as I worked, relentlessly fellating my young son. My hands spread his backside and my finger gently explored between the round cheeks. I lashed at his springy hardness with my tongue until he shivered... he exhaled, his breath carrying a bare audible word... "Daaaaddddyyyyyy..." as his penis spasmed and jumped. His orgasm was completely dry of course, but I expect no less intense for that. I held him in my mouth as the twitching slowly ebbed. <br><br> I had a strange notion, a small voice in my head. A fleeting thing, quickly gone and dismissed, an echo from a flash of anger. <i>Seems like your child is in the clutches of a child molester, Barbara. Orally raped at just five years of age. What are you doing about that? Oh... you're not here, are you. Sad.</i> Was my wife's departure somehow affecting my relationship with my son? It's only natural that I'm upset. I squeezed my eyes shut until the voice quieted. Boys being boys. Nothing wrong with feeling good. Everything's fine. <br><br> As he relaxed and slumped against me, I looked up into his round face to see his pink lips curled in a soft, blissful grin. "See what can happen when you ask for what you really, truly want, Jacob?" He nodded sleepily and I lifted him out of the tub. I dried him off carefully and tucked him into bed without putting on his pajamas. "I'm proud of you, son. You're learning to know what you want and how to get it. And no need for PJs with just us boys here. Am I right?" He giggled and nodded as I kissed his forehead and turned off his light. <br><br> The next morning I rose early and reflected on the progress Jacob was making. He seemed more confident and happy than ever, much more so than when he'd been under the influence of his morose mother. I had been genuinely afraid that the separation would be a major setback for his development. I admit that I patted myself on the back a bit for helping him to establish a sense of self and importance. Nobody teaches you how to be a good parent, but I felt that I was doing just fine. <br><br> In the shower I thoroughly shaved off all my my pubic hair. Jake was going to be seeing a lot of my penis from here on out, so I wanted to be sure he wasn't intimidated by it. I wanted to use every chance to bolster his sense of self-worth. <i>Your son is going to get to know Daddy's cock, Barbara. He's going to get to know it very well. How does that make you feel? Are you here to protect him? Oh, I guess you're not.</i> I closed my eyes and let the warm water flow over my face until the flashing lights faded. <br><br> I whistled happily as I opened my son's bedroom door. He slowly blinked and yawned... stretched his slender arms. "Time to get up, Jake. We've got to go shopping today. Come down for breakfast first though." I saw him blink again and felt his eyes dart over me. He sat up in bed. "Daddy?" He hesitated. <br><br> "Yes, Jacob?" I asked, patiently. <br><br> "Ummm... how come you're naked?" I was proud that he felt that he could just ask me in such a straightforward way. <br><br> "No need for clothes when it's just us boys, right? We have the same parts, don't we? And you're naked too, unless I'm mistaken." <br><br> He looked under his covers and giggled. "Oh ya." He slipped from bed and padded to the kitchen by my side, his eyes constantly drawn back to my exposed adult organ but then skittering away to stare elsewhere. I saw another teachable moment as we reached the kitchen. <br><br> "I think you want something right now that you're not asking for, Jacob." <br><br> He managed to look up enough to sheepishly suggest, "Ummm... breakfast, Daddy? I'm hungry." <br><br> I shook my head. "You're curious, I can tell. It's ok, son... ask, like I've taught you." <br><br> He swallowed and blushed. Stammered a little as he spoke. "Is it... is it... okay to look, Daddy?" <br><br> I shook my head. "Ask me properly, Jake." <br><br> "C-Can I please look, Daddy?" he tried. <br><br> "Look at what, son? Ask for exactly what you want, clearly and completely, if you expect to get it." <br><br> Finally, "Can I please look at your... p-penis, Daddy?" <br><br> I beamed with pride at his boldness. "Yes, Jacob. You're welcome to look at Daddy's penis. You can look as much as you like, son." <br><br> Jake let his eyes rest on my manhood. It's quite average, circumcised like his, perhaps five inches soft and a bit more than seven hard. I felt it start to stretch and swell as his eyes took it in. <br><br> "It's just like yours, son... just bigger. The same feelings." I watched him carefully, waiting as he satisfied his curiosity. His hairless boyhood was also extending, rising. "What's it called when your penis gets stiff, Jacob?" <br><br> He looked down, trying to remember. "I'm not sure, Daddy." <br><br> I reassured him. "It's ok, sport. It's called an erection. Can you say that for me?" <br><br> He sounded out the word carefully. "Eee.. wreck... shun." <br><br> "That's my boy. Are you getting an erection looking at my penis, Jake?" <br><br> Jacob glowed a brighter shade of red as he regarded his miniature spike, now straining straight out from his smooth pubis. "I... guess so, Daddy." <br><br> <i>He likes Daddy's cock, Barb. How do you feel about that? Where do you think that will lead?</i> I shook off the stray thought. "You should never be ashamed at having an erection, Jake. It's something to be proud of. Whenever you get one, I'd like you to tell me. You can say 'I have an erection,' just like that. Or you can say 'My penis is erect.' Give it a try, son." <br><br> He seemed to relax and giggled, waggling his bottom playfully and making his bald stiffy jiggle. "My penis is erect, Daddy," he said with an impish grin. <br><br> "It most certainly is, tiger. My penis is erect also. Do you know why we get erections, Jake?" <br><br> My son thought for a moment and shook his head, so I explained. "It's how our body tells us that it needs to feel good. Your penis knows what it wants, and it knows how to ask. Just like you're learning to do." <br><br> Jake was staring directly at my now fully-pronounced adult hardon. Father and son, sharing a moment of bonding over their bodies. I felt so close to Jacob. He was learning to be confident and get what he wanted out of life. I was being a responsible Dad. <br><br> Jacob nodded and continued to openly gawk at my shaved manhood. I waited for him to think things through. <br><br> "My penis wants to feel good, Daddy," he said after a bit. <br><br> I just nodded, still waiting for the appropriate words. <br><br> Another pause. He looked up. "Please make my penis feel good, Daddy?" <br><br> I smiled brightly. "That's the way, son. But not right now. Right now we have to have breakfast and do the shopping. We can't always stop to feel good when we're busy." I'd read that children who could defer their gratification did better in life. The famous marshmallow test and all. My son would need to stay horny for now. I thought that this might also make him more attentive. <br><br> Jake looked disappointed but seemed to accept this. He plopped her bare bottom down in his usual chair at the kitchen table. <br><br> "May I please have Fruit Loops, Daddy?" <br><br> "A very proper way to ask, Jake. Yes, you may have Fruit Loops." I ruffled his hair as I poured the cereal, my hardness bobbing over the table. He regarded me with a question in his eyes. I prompted him gently. "You can ask, sport." <br><br> "What do you do when your penis wants to feel good, Daddy?" <br><br> I grinned and kissed his forehead. "That's a thoughtful question, Jake. Thank you for asking. It shows that you're thinking about me, and not just about yourself. You're a kind boy." <br><br> Jake grinned brightly, holding his spoon in his fist. "But what do you do, Daddy?" I loved his curiosity. Such a bright child. <br><br> I answered calmly and truthfully. "Since Mommy left, I masturbate when I get an erection." <br><br> He frowned. "I don't know what that means, Daddy." <br><br> "It means making your own penis feel good, Jake." I looked at my naked son. I smiled despite a stab of pain in my temples. <i>To what obscenities have you abandoned your child, Barbara? What have you allowed to happen, by leaving him behind?</i> I touched Jacob's cheek. "I'll show you what it means, tiger." <br><br> I stepped a little closer to him and began to tug at my thick pole. Jake watched in fascination. It didn't take long before I grunted and spilled my seed over the top of his Fruit Loops. His eyes were wide and he looked up, confused. <br><br> "You peed on my cereal, Daddy." <br><br> I chuckled. "No, sport. That's semen. It's what a penis squirts out when a grownup has an orgasm. It's not pee. You can think of it like milk. You'll start making your own when you get older. And that's masturbating. Rubbing your penis until you have an orgasm." I squeezed the base of my organ and dribbled the last drops into the bowl. <br><br> Jacob still didn't understand, but I think he wanted to seem grown up so he nodded slowly. He looked skeptically at the cereal and the white sticky globs that covered much of it. I poured some regular milk over the top and sat down across from him. "Dig in, tiger. We have to go soon." He made a little face at me. I gave him a sterner look and he took a tentative bite. The massive sugar in the cereal obviously overwhelmed the taste of my spunk, at least for the most part. One his next bite I saw a strand of my cum arc between the bowl and the spoon, but Jake didn't seem to notice. He ate faster until there were just a few stray loops floating in the bowl. <br><br> <i>I just made your son eat my sperm, Barbara.</i> Weird thought. I knew I was fine, really. I smiled approvingly at Jacob. "That's my boy. We'll have to put clothes on to go out, I suppose. Let's get dressed." <br><br> I followed Jake to his room. His little penis was still very stiff. "Daddy..." He hesitated. <br><br> "You know that you can ask me anything, sport." <br><br> "Can I do the... making my penis feel good thing?" <br><br> "Use the proper word, son. It's a big word, I know. But you can remember it. It's 'masturbate.'" <br><br> "Can I mast..." He looked at me anxiously. I nodded and filled in for him, "Urrrrr..." I paused. "Bate!" he finished, proudly. <br><br> I chuckled. "You're allowed to masturbate, Jake. But not now. We have to go shopping." <br><br> I opened his dresser drawer and got out some new underpants I'd bought him. They were smooth and flat in front, white with pink kittens and a tiny bow. I'd thrown out all his old ones along with his pajamas. <i>All the ones my stupid cunt of a wife had bought him.</i> I saw a brief red flash and shook my head to clear it. "Fresh new undies, tiger," I said. <br><br> He took them and looked up at me. "How come they're different, Daddy?" <br><br> "Don't you think they're pretty, Jake? I think they're very pretty." <br><br> He seemed doubtful. "I guess so. I like kittens." <br><br> "Everybody likes kittens, sweetheart. Now put them on. The bow goes in the front." <br><br> I watched with a grin as my five year old boy stepped into his first panties and pulled them up. They fit snugly, the outline of his baby hardon clearly outlined inside the stretchy fabric. "How do they feel, son?" <br><br> He twisted his mouth to the side for a moment. "They're kinda nice, Daddy. Tight. But they feel good... ummm... on me." <br><br> I raised my eyebrows. "You mean they feel good on your penis, don't you?" <br><br> He nodded. "Then say that, Jacob. Say what you mean." <br><br> "They feel good on my penis, Daddy." <br><br> I scooped him up and kissed his cheek. "Then you can wear that kind from now on, ok?" He giggled and grinned. <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> Jake and I settled into a nice rhythm over the next several months. I decide to home school him so that we could stay close and I could shape him into the strong and confident child that I knew he could be. I saw an eye doctor about the red flashes and he said it was probably related to stress. I felt fine though. <br><br> Jacob was getting more comfortable asking for what he wanted. When he turned six he began to assert himself even more. But I was still working on his ability to delay his gratification. This led to some tension between us. <br><br> One morning while Jake was watching me jerk off onto his Raisin Bran, he said, "Daddy, my penis is always erect in the morning. Why won't you let me masturbate then?" <br><br> "You asked very nicely, tiger. It's good for you to wait for your orgasm. Then when you have it, you appreciate it more, and you learn the value of patience." <br><br> He pouted as I moaned and coated the brown flakes in his bowl with my sperm. "I don't like waiting, Daddy." He started eating without even waiting for me to pour the regular milk. <br><br> I chuckled. "So I see. I guess you like Daddy's semen, though." There was a thick white dollop on his lip. He licked it off and shrugged. "Besides, scout, I like giving you your orgasms, especially when you've waited and you really need one. And when you ask properly, of course." <br><br> Jacob was thoughtful. "You like it, Daddy?" he finally asked. <br><br> "It?" I looked at him patiently. He knew that he should be specific with his questions. <br><br> "You like sucking on my penis and giving me an orgasm." It was more of a statement this time, but I was happy with his framing. <br><br> "It's one of my most favorite things, Jacob. I love making you feel good." <br><br> He chewed his lip. "It's better when you do it, Daddy." <br><br> I sighed and poked his tummy playfully. "It it it it it..." <br><br> He giggled. "My penis feels better when you suck than when I masturbate, I mean." <br><br> "That's better, sport. Now I understand exactly what you mean. And yes, it's nicer when someone sucks on your penis, isn't it?" <br><br> Jake nodded and looked a little sad. "Nobody sucks on your penis, Daddy." <br><br> I shrugged. "That's true, son." I saw a red flash... tried to blink it away. <i>"Your pathetic shrew of a mother wasn't the sort to do that. No, no cock ever passed those pristine lips, did it? Not mine, at any rate."</i> Had I said that out loud? I honestly wasn't sure. My head throbbed. I forced a smile and tousled Jake's hair. <br><br> Jake looked surprised at my tone, but thankfully I don't think he understood my words. After a time, he said, "How come you never asked me? If you want it, you should ask." <br><br> I couldn't help but swell with pride. My boy was echoing my teaching back to me. "It's my job to protect you, and teach you things, and help you to be happy, Jacob. It's not my place to ask you for things just for me. I ask you to do things that are good for you, like brushing your teeth. If you want to do nice things, I want you to do them on your own, son." <br><br> He seemed to understand and munched quietly on his cum-soaked breakfast. His question did make me think, though. Was there something that I wanted, something that only he could give me, something I would ask of my son? The notion passed as I sat behind Jake and pulled his long sandy hair back and tied it into a ponytail with a scrunchy. I hadn't had it cut for over a year. Whenever I took him out in public in a dress, everyone saw him as a girl. It made me smile when they told me what a pretty daughter I had. Jake had learned to smile and accept the compliments too. I'd taught him that it was special to be able to be both a boy and a girl, that he could enjoy both worlds equally and understand people all the better. I felt my eyelids flutter again. <i>You only thought you had a son, you miserable whore.</i> <br><br> Jacob was a pensive child, even at six years of age. I could tell when his young brain was working something out. He was more quiet than usual for the next few days. Then one Saturday morning, I woke up to find him curled up with me in my bed. <br><br> This wasn't so unusual in itself. We liked our cuddles and he'd sometimes sleep with me when he was overly tired or restless. This time was a bit different though, as my son was gently gripping my morning erection in his tiny hand, his head resting easily on my chest. <br><br> "It's polite to ask someone before your take hold of their penis, tiger." He looked up anxiously but saw that I was smiling. <br><br> "I'm sorry, Daddy." He giggled softly. "May I please hold your penis?" <br><br> "Are you holding my penis because you want to, Jacob?" <br><br> He nodded slowly. "I thought about what you said, Daddy. I want to be nice to you because I want you to feel good." He squeezed and fondled my hardness with curiosity. My face showed my pleasure. "Besides... it feels kinda neat, Daddy... I like touching it." <br><br> I cradled his head and kissed his hair. "You are a very kind and special child, Jake. You most certainly may hold my penis. Are you going to masturbate me with your hand, son?" <br><br> Jake chewed his lip and blushed. "I thought maybe I'd do... the other way." <br><br> I gave him the look he knew so well and his face flushed brighter red. His eyes dropped and he said, very quietly, "May I please suck on your penis, Daddy?" <br><br> "Look up here, sport. Right into my eyes. Ask for what you want, without being shy." <br><br> He raised his head and met my eyes, and spoke with more confidence. "May I, Daddy?" I made myself wait. "May I please suck on your penis?" <br><br> I brushed the hair back from his eyes. "Yes you may, Jacob. That would be wonderful. But you know what that means, son? You always have to finish what you start." <br><br> He thought for a moment. "Oh. Your semen." <br><br> I nodded. He slid down and laid his soft cheek against my tummy. I felt the breath from his button nose flow over my throbbing erection. "I have it for breakfast every day anyways, Daddy. I like it more when it's warm." <br><br> I sighed deeply as I felt his soft lips tentatively engulf my tip. My hand slid down his bare back and I was glad to find that he was wearing his panties. I pushed my fingers under the waistband and probed gently at his tiny rosebud as his child's mouth worked, awkwardly trying to emulate the way that I fellated him. It didn't take long. He swallowed like a trooper and licked up the residue. <br><br> <i>Your baby boy's a cocksucker, Barbara. A faggot crossdressing drinker of cum. And he asked for it. He looked me in the eye and asked if could please blow me. See what happens when you walk out on your family?</i> I was sure that the red flashes were from the intensity of my orgasm. Jake and I cuddled in bed and read stories all morning long. I rewarded his kindness with three orgasms of his own. Just us boys. Everything was fine. <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when I heard Barbara's voice on the phone. I could hardly see through the crimson lights dancing before my eyes and the sharp stabbing pain in my temples, but the voice I heard answer... my voice, it must have been... was surprisingly calm and reasonable. One part of my brain seemed to hear her words like the wonk-wonking of adults on a Charlie Brown TV special, but another part appeared to be processing what she was saying and responding. <br><br> "I know that he's your son too, Barbara. But you left us. You can't just waltz back in here and feel like you're part of the family again." <br><br> <i>Wonk-wonk-wonnnnkkk-wonk.</i> <br><br> "I'm glad that you've met someone, and I hope that you're happy with him. I hope he can help you get well." <br><br> More wonking. <br><br> "An entire weekend? I don't know... he hardly even remembers you, you know." <i>I hope that feels like a red hot knife in your eye socket, cunt. I want to hear your brain sizzle.</i> <br><br> The next thing I knew I saw that the phone was back on the hook. I tried to remember the end of the conversation. Pain. Red. Pain. I said yes. I said she could take him for a weekend, with her new boyfriend. I said that. <br><br> I vomited in the sink. <br><br> Jake heard me retching and came into the kitchen, concerned. <br><br> I managed a weak smile. "It's ok, sport. I guess my dinner didn't sit well." <br><br> He frowned. "You need to lie down, Daddy." He squeezed my hand and led me to bed, his naked bottom waggling. We slept and I woke to the warmth of his busy mouth. While he worked his firm little tongue along my shaft I talked to him. I shared my innermost thoughts, really. I wasn't sure he was ready to hear it all, but he seemed to truly understand. After I filled his six year old mouth with my sperm and felt him receive it, I did something I'd never done before. I asked him for something, something just for me, something selfish that I wanted. I explained it to him carefully, so that he'd remember every important detail. How the things that we ask from our deepest heart are our most sacred secrets. And my lovely son smiled his perfect smile, and the red flashes faded, and the pain in my head ebbed away. <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> That next weekend, when Barbara called, I could hear noise in the background. "Where are you?" I asked. <br><br> This time, I could hear her with crystal clarity. No wonking. "I'm at the police station, Robert." She sounded upset. Crying, even. <br><br> "Oh my goodness. What happened? Is Jacob ok?" <i>Yes, please notice that I didn't ask if YOU were ok.</i> <br><br> "I... I don't know if he's ok... I can't believe this... I had no idea..." Sobbing. Poor girl. <br><br> "Calm down, Barb. Just tell me." <br><br> "It... I mean... my boyfriend... I left him alone with Jake when I went out for a cigarette..." <br><br> "Still smoking, Barbara? Around my son? Filthy habit. You should quit." <br><br> "Rob... shut the fuck up and listen. When I came back in... they were in the bedroom... I can't even say..." A long pause. <br><br> "Barb... What happened?" <br><br> "He was... Jacob was... he had his mouth..." <br><br> I was shocked. Almost speechless. Almost. <br><br> "You can't mean... that your boyfriend... violated my son? Barbara, please tell me that can't have happened." <br><br> She was hysterical by now. "Jack said... Jack said... he said that Jake... did it... that Jake asked him if he could... that Jake almost attacked him..." <br><br> "Barbara... that's absurd. You know that can't be true. Jake is six years old." <br><br> "I know, I know. Jake was totally freaked out. He was screaming and crying that Jack... forced him. The... counselor talked to Jacob and she said he'd definitely been... molested. Oh God... Rob... I don't know what to say... I... I'm so sorry..." <br><br> I waited a good long time to answer. <br><br> "Knowing you, Barbara, this boyfriend... I bet he's a real winner. You never knew what you had, did you? All your boyfriends before me were psychos, and I bet this Jack is another fine specimen. You know how to pick'em." I actually chuckled a little before catching myself and continuing. "I'll be there to pick up Jacob in a half hour. Stay away from him. I'm filing child endangerment charges against you, and it won't help your case if you try to convince Jacob that this wasn't your fault." <br><br> My eyes were totally clear as I hung up the phone. <br><br><br> <i>I'd love to hear your feedback. You can contact me at <a href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=He Asks on asstr">[email protected]</a> <br><br> My other work can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/~Joshua_Woode/">Joshua Woode's stories</a></i> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="CoffeeCup HTML Editor (www.coffeecup.com)"> <meta name="dcterms.created" content="Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:45:18 GMT"> <meta name="description" content=""> <meta name="keywords" content=""> <title>Family Changing Room, Chapters I - V</title> <style type="text/css"> <!-- body { color:#000000; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url('Background Image'); background-repeat:no-repeat; } a { color:#0000FF; } a:visited { color:#800080; } a:hover { color:#008000; } a:active { color:#FF0000; } --> </style> <!--[if IE]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"></script> <![endif]--> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Joshua Woode"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="Family Changing Room, Chapters I - V"> <META NAME="shs-part" CONTENT="First part of a series"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="A new venue spurs a family to evolve."> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="MF Mgg ped slow"> </head> <body style="margin-left:5%; margin-right:5%"> <br> <i>This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or businesses is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. This is a very slow build and not hard core. If this will frustrate or disappoint you, it may not be the story for you. This story was published previously on another site linked to ASSTR. I am the author and am republishing here.</i> <h3>Family Changing Room</h3> <h4>Chapter I</h4> "Family Changing Room." I kept reading the sign on the door over and over. It had a stick-figure icon of a tall person holding the hands of two small people, one on each side. <br><br> We were taking a tour of our new local health club. It's a beautiful place, with two pools, indoor and out, and every modern exercise facility you can imagine. I was with my wife Carol, and our two daughters. Stephanie is 8, and Caroline is 6. They were very excited about the possibility of having a pool to go to regularly. <br><br> I asked the young woman who was guiding our tour what the room was for. <br><br> "We don't allow children of the opposite gender in the regular locker rooms once they're age 4. So, if you're a mom bringing your 5-year old son, you can't bring him into the ladies'," she explained. "And you may not want to send him unescorted into the men's." <br><br> "Or a father with a daughter, same idea," she added, recognizing that she hadn't used the most relevant example. "And sometimes, families just prefer the privacy." <br><br> I watched my wife. She nodded and smiled, and said "That's such a great idea. We'd definitely want to take advantage of that." <br><br> I have to confess, I had an unexpected reaction. I didn't invite this thought into my mind, but it came anyway. I'll be in that small room with my daughters. My wife won't be with us - she's always too busy. And my daughters and I will undress together. All the way. <br><br> My mind raced ahead. And after we swim, we'll do it again. <br><br> Until recently, Carol had pretty much handled things with the girls. I was working long hours, and she relished the chance to take a break from her career and be with them full time. I loved them, of course, but hadn't been involved with things like bath time in several years. I hadn't seen them naked since they were tiny. And I couldn't recall them ever seeing me naked. <br><br> Now my wife was returning to her law firm, and I was starting a high school teaching job that would leave me time to play daddy. The health club seemed like a great way to have things to do with the girls. <br><br> I was still processing my new-found feelings, so I let my wife make the decision on whether we should join or not. To my delight, and to the effervescent joy of the girls, she said we should sign up for a six-month trial membership. <br><br> The next morning, as we were getting dressed for work, my wife said "You should take the girls swimming today." <br><br> "I should be able to do that. I can pick them up from school." My heart was thumping. <br><br> "Do you think you'll use that Family Changing Room?" she asked. She's always had a sense of what I was thinking, which sometimes scares me. But she had her own motivation for the question, it turned out. <br><br> I tried to be nonchalant. "I don't know. What do you think? They'd probably be ok on their own in the ladies'." <br><br> "I'm not comfortable with that," she said. "I mean, they've never been in a public place alone like that before. God knows what could happen." <br><br> "OK," I said. "It's just..." <br><br> "What?" she prompted. <br><br> I stuttered a bit. "D-do you think they'll be shy around me? I mean, I haven't been very involved with them lately." <br><br> She laughed. "I think it's you who's shy. Don't be a baby," she laughed. "You're their father. They'll be fine and so will you. Just don't make a big deal of it." She kissed me and ran out the door. <br><br> I packed the girls' things in a little duffle bag. Matching one-piece swimsuits. Very conservative, chosen by their mother. But still so tiny. I was holding Steph's suit, and I thought it must be Caroline's since it was so small. Then I found Caroline's, and marveled again. Packed some towels - I had forgotten to ask if the club provided them. Flip flops. Nose plugs. Sun screen. Inflatable water wings. I almost forget my own suit in the heat of the moment. <br><br> The girls were very chatty and giggled constantly on the way to the club. I was quiet. I honestly didn't know if I was nervous or what. I just wasn't sure how it would all unfold, so to speak. <br><br> We arrived and went inside. Steph was the first to recognize the looming issue. <br><br> "Where do we change, Daddy?" <br><br> "In here, honey." Pointing at the sign. Family Changing Room. Tall stick figure. Two short stick figures. <br><br> "Together?" She almost shrieked. Face turning bright red. Oh boy. Here we go. <br><br> "That's what mommy wanted us to do. She wasn't comfortable with you going alone into the ladies' locker room." I used my most reasonable voice, looking around for other people. Fortunately, the hallway was empty. <br><br> "NO WAY." It was a final declaration. "I'm going in BY MYSELF," Steph asserted. And off she went. She closed the door loudly behind her, leaving Caroline and myself standing in the hall, looking awkward. I heard the door lock. <br><br> Ten seconds later the door opened slowly. Steph's head peered out. "I need my suit," she said sheepishly. This had sort of ruined her grand exit, and I couldn't help but laugh as I handed her the duffle bag. <br><br> She emerged about two minutes later in her suit, a look of defiant victory on her face. <br><br> Caroline was befuddled. She didn't see what the big deal was. She was holding my hand, and looked up at me questioningly. "Our turn now, Daddy?" This eliminated my momentary fear that she would imitate her sister, behavior that was all too common. <br><br> So in we went. I closed the door quietly and locked it. <br><br> It was a nice room, with padded benches and new, clean tile. There was a small open shower area with a curtain separating it from the room, but no dividers between the three shower heads. I turned around to get Caroline's swimsuit from the duffle bag. I'm sure this took no more than 3 seconds. Still, when turned again to hand it to her, she was completely naked. Her sundress and white cotton underpants were in a small heap on the floor next to her. <br><br> I'm sure I blushed, and I know I stared, but she didn't seem to notice. The word that kept running through my mind was "perfect". She's so perfectly proportioned, so perfectly smooth, so perfectly natural. She'd lost her baby fat that summer during her first season of soccer. Her hips were barely visible, but her tummy ran in a flat straight line from her navel to the cleft between her legs. Perfectly formed thighs met there, highlighting her pale bare lips. They must be so soft, I thought. It wasn't a sexual thing, not then at any rate. Just awe-inspiring. <br><br> I managed to hand her the bathing suit, and she began to put it on. I stood watching her silently until she looked up, obviously wondering why I wasn't changing. I had to make a choice. So I chickened out. <br><br> "You can go wait with Steph while I change, honey. Don't go anywhere else without me though." <br><br> "OK," she said. And she slipped out of the door. I changed by myself, with the image of her perfect naked body burned into my retinas. <br><br> We had a great time in the pool. The girls couldn't really swim yet, but they're both athletic and generally without fear. I needed two sets of eyes to accommodate all of the demands of "Watch me, Daddy!" as various feats of pool daring-do were accomplished. Breath-holding, side-jumping-off, and underwater-upside-downess were all spectacularly achieved. We were in the water for almost an hour and were thoroughly pruned. <br><br> As it came time to leave, I began to dread another scene with Stephanie. I decided to talk to her to head off a meltdown. <br><br> "When we go back to change, Caroline and I don't want to stand outside dripping. We need to go into the room together. You can wait until we're done to change if you want." I thought this was a reasonable compromise, and it seemed to mollify her somewhat. From this I guessed that she was mostly concerned with me seeing her - she'd certainly been naked with her sister a great deal, and they still took baths together sometimes. She rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. <br><br> When we got back to the Family Changing Room, I realized that I didn't have many options. Stephanie sat on the bench, towel around her shoulders, shivering and facing away from us. I told Caroline that we should rinse off in the shower, so we went in with our suits still on. <br><br> "It's nice and warm, Steph," I chided her. She poked her head around the curtain, and felt the water. Her chill won out, and she stepped in under the shower next to me. Just like the picture on the door, I thought. Tall person in the middle, little ones on either side. <br><br> Now or never, I thought. But I lingered under the warm water another minute or so. <br><br> Now or never. <br><br> "Caroline, we should rinse off our suits before we take them home. So take it off and run it under the water, honey." She peeled it off without hesitation and held it up to the running water. <br><br> And I did the same with mine. <br><br> I felt like I was on automatic pilot. I still remember the scene as though I were watching it from above. But there I was, naked in front of my daughters. I tried to act as casual as I could, and to not look to see if they were looking. <br><br> But I couldn't not look, of course. By the time I did, Stephanie had gone back to the bench and was toweling off with her suit still on. Caroline was staring unabashedly at my crotch. <br><br> "Is that your penis, Daddy?" Very matter-of-fact. <br><br> "Yes, honey." I saw myself say it, after a very brief pause. <br><br> "It's funny looking. Mommy told us about it." And she went back to rinsing out her suit. <br><br> Just like that, Caroline and I reached a level of comfort with each other that made me feel relaxed for the first time that day. We got out of the shower, and I toweled her off, both of us still naked. I dried myself as she got dressed, and we chatted the whole time. Steph sat resolutely facing the wall. We left her there while Caroline and I walked out, hand-in-hand. "Remember to rinse off your suit, Steph," I called back over my shoulder. <br><br> Stephanie came out about ten minutes later, hair pointing in all directions. She was very quiet on the ride back home. <br><br> When Carol returned that evening, the pool was of course the first topic of conversation. Caroline gave a full list of her accomplishments without punctuation. <br><br> "I held my breath and I jumped off the side and I swam but just like a dog so Daddy said it's not real swimming so I gotta learn to do it the other way and I did a flip underwater but Steph helped so I didn't really do it by myself and I saw Daddy's penis." <br><br> "Wow, sounds like you had fun," said Carol. She was looking at me and trying hard not to laugh. But neither of us could contain it. I think we both nearly choked. Steph rolled her eyes and said "God, you're SUCH a BABY!" <br><br> When we were alone, Carol asked, "So, it worked out ok, the changing room?" <br><br> "I guess so. Stephanie was very shy though. She wouldn't change while we were in the room together. I thought she was going to throw a tantrum, so I didn't push it. Caroline was fine - I guess you'd already given them Male Anatomy 101?" <br><br> "I told them the basics, yes." <br><br> I related the exchange with Caroline in the shower, and she laughed. "I had the same reaction to my brother's when I first saw it. 'What a ridiculous thing! What's all the fuss about?'" <br><br> "Do you think Steph is too old for this? Should we let her go to the locker room?" I asked. It was a sincere question. <br><br> "I'll talk to her, then we can decide," she said. <br><br> Carol came to bed after tucking the girls in. She said, "I had a talk with Steph. She's really just shy about anybody seeing her at this point. If she goes to the locker room, there will be a bunch of strangers seeing her. Once she understood that, I think she feels like she'd rather go to the Family Changing Room. But I told her that it's not fair to make you wait outside. I think she's ok with it now." <br><br> I gave a non-committal grunt, not being entirely convinced. After a minute, she asked, "Are you ok with it? Did it make you uncomfortable?" <br><br> I considered my answer carefully. "Once I saw that Caroline really didn't care, it was fine. Nice, even. I mean, it made me feel more like a real father in some way, if that makes any sense." <br><br> She was thoughtful. "It makes perfect sense. I still value those moments when I take a bath with one of the girls. It won't last much longer, I'm afraid." <br><br> The next trip to the pool came a few days later. Stephanie came with us into the Family Changing Room without protest. Caroline was naked and in her suit in one continuous motion. Unlike the first time, I didn't hesitate to undress. Stephanie was obviously stalling, waiting for us to leave. <br><br> This time, though, she looked at me. <br><br> She had taken off her shirt, but still had her shorts on. As I slid off my boxers, her eyes fixated on me. I know it's not real, but I felt her eyes on my penis, like a physical contact. I looked at her eyes, and I thought, I never realized how green they are - just like Carol's. Seeing her and feeling her looking so intensely, and seeing her immaculate shoulders and her boyish chest and flat tummy, I had the first hint of something different between us. <br><br> I pulled on my suit, blushing profusely. Taking Caroline by the hand, I led her out of the room. "Take your time, Steph, and come to the pool when you're ready," I said quietly as we left. <br><br> In retrospect, I understand the difference in how Caroline and Stephanie looked at me. For the six-year-old mind, the penis was just an odd thing that I had and she didn't, and it was involved in some vague way in making babies, as was her vagina. And they were both where you peed from, which made the whole thing pretty gross. <br><br> But at 8, through the wonder of television, and friends' whispers at school, and more understanding of what her mother had told her about the process, Stephanie knew that the penis was how people had sex. And as she looked at mine, she was thinking about how sex worked. She was imagining how it could go inside of a girl, and wondering what it would be like when it happened to her. I hadn't expected this from my 8-year-old daughter. Welcome to 2016, I guess. <br><br> At the time, I just knew that it felt different with Stephanie. I was sure of some things - for example, I was pretty sure Stephanie wasn't going to exclaim to her mother that she'd seen Daddy's penis. But she was thinking intent, private thoughts, and I didn't dare to imagine what they were. <h4>Chapter II</h4> The expression on Stephanie's face when she'd seen me naked was burned into my brain. Her eyes had burrowed into me, seeking answers. I imagined her thinking, "How does it work? How can that thing make a baby?" It seemed that my little girl actively wanted to look at my penis. And I began to realize that I wanted her to look at it. <br><br> I can't say that I began to arrange things around this desire, not on purpose. But our next visit to the club was a turning point. The Family Changing Room was beginning to change us. <br><br> It was a Saturday, and the girls had two separate soccer games. Stephanie's game was at 8am, and Caroline's was at 10, in different towns, so Carol and I had to divide and conquer. (I honestly don't know how parents with more than two kids manage.) I volunteered to get up early and take Stephanie. <br><br> As we were heading out the door at 7:30 that morning, Steph said, "Can we go swimming after?" The club was on the way back from her game. Carol and Caroline would be busy until at least noon. So I said, "Sure, get your stuff." Steph smiled. My mind raced ahead. It would be just the two of us. <br><br> The soccer game was the classic gaggle of screaming girls and parents. The girls moved as one huge cluster around the ball like a miniaturized, squealing rugby scrum. The parents yelled "Kick it! Kick it!" with an uncontrolled fervor that would have been more appropriate in the days of the Christians and the lions. A few dedicated soccer moms even kept score, and would no doubt have sober discussions at home about how taking soccer seriously today would lead to success later in life. I fortunately don't suffer from these dangerous parenting delusions. I just wanted Steph to have fun, and I could tell by her constant Tigger-like bouncing that she did. <br><br> In the car on the way to the club, she was pensive. So was I. I don't think we talked at all. <br><br> When we arrived, as we walked through the parking lot, she took my hand. She hadn't done that in public in at least a year. If I took hers, she usually tolerated it, but her growing independence made her avoid most overt PDAs. (Public Displays of Affection, which I was told in no uncertain terms were "pukably gross".) I smiled at her, and she smiled back, and we walked hand-in-hand into the Family Changing Room. <br><br> Steph was in her soccer uniform. We sat on the bench, facing the same way. I decided to follow her lead. She took off her sneakers, and I did, too. The dusty knee-high white socks were next. She pulled her uniform top over her head, and I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off. <br><br> We talked about what we wanted for lunch. "McDonald's maybe." "No, I'm sick of that. What about Wendy's?" "It's pretty far away, and the wrong direction. Maybe we'll just wait until we get home." <br><br> She stood up. I stood up. She now realized that I was matching her movements. I hadn't really thought about it, but my actions were saying 'If you want to see mine, I get to see yours.' Pretty juvenile, I know. <br><br> She was blushing, but still looking at me. "Maybe we can pick up a pizza." Her fingers at the waistband of her shorts. My hands undoing my belt. "That's a good idea. What kind do you want?" Pushing her shorts down. Kicking them aside. Looking down shyly. I step out of my khaki shorts. "Hawaiian I guess. That's ham and pineapple, right?" <br><br> Her underpants were light blue, with a large Hello Kitty on the hip. They fit her snugly. I had a side view. Her proportions were so perfect, and her... well, her bottom - was just unbelievable. Perfect curves in back, perfectly straight lines in front. I was in my boxers. I think they were plaid. <br><br> She turned to face me. "Ya, ham and pineapple. Caroline hates that tho. We'll have to get something else as well." Her face and chest bright red. Her eyes trying to get inside the fly of my boxers. I wait. "Maybe just cheese." "Ya, she likes that." She looked at the floor. I waited. She bit her lower lip. "Sounds like a plan, then." "Ya." <br><br> In one motion, her underpants were off. She stood with her arms at her sides, and slowly looked up at me. <br><br> After a moment, the words came unbidden to my mouth. "You're so beautiful, Stephanie." <br><br> I guess it was the right thing to say. She smiled a little. And waited. It was my turn. I saw myself drop my boxers to the floor. It was another of those out-of-body moments. <br><br> We gazed at each other, my daughter and I, both surprisingly calm after all the build up. Like Caroline, Stephanie's bare sex was a flawless, integral part of the landscape of her body. Not prominent, but not infantile either. Just the outer lips visible, highlighted by her tan lines. Her longer legs and body gave her a very different look from her younger sister, though. Caroline unselfconscious without her clothes was a beautiful, natural sight. Stephanie, just two years older, having willingly stripped naked as I watched, was intensely provocative. <br><br> She was studying me. Her interest in my penis seemed to make her forget her own nudity. Her eyes roamed over my privates. She bit her lower lip again. I think she was about to say something. <br><br> It was very fortunate that I was having the experience this way, feeling as though I were watching it from a distance, because it seemed to prevent my brain from connecting with the rest of me. Specifically, I didn't get hard. My penis behaved itself. <br><br> And I chickened out. Again. I said, "We should get to the pool." <br><br> We kept chatting about pizza while we pulled on our swimsuits. There were still some barriers, and more changes yet to come. <h4>Chapter III</h4> Steph and I had a great time in the pool that day. A major source of tension had been removed when she'd finally let me see her undressed. We could laugh and joke again. The new tension that had replaced the old was still nascent. The sight of her wouldn't leave my mind, but I could put those images in a mental box and push them to the back of my brain. The box was wrapped all around with bright yellow tape, with big black letters reading "SHE'S YOUR DAUGHTER, AND SHE'S 8 YEARS OLD." <br><br> When it came time to leave she joined me in the shower, both of us still in our suits. She knew the normal routine - taking off the suit to rinse it - but I could tell she was watching for me to make the first move. But by now we all know that I'm a chicken, so I waited. <br><br> As before, Stephanie seemed to realize that I wanted her to take the initiative. Glancing in my direction, she shrugged her arms out of the top of her suit and slowly peeled it down. Her back was to me as she bent to step out of it, giving me an astonishing view of her rounded bottom and a momentary glimpse of her pale sex. She turned and held the suit up under the running water, looked into my eyes, and smiled. Her face told me what she was thinking: <i>See Daddy, I can do this now, and it's ok.</i> There was also a question framed on her brow: <i>Are you proud of me, Daddy?</i> <br><br> It's better when I don't think. It's thinking that screws me up. I was so overwhelmed by her gaze that I just reached out. Her face was glistening with beads of water, her normally flowing dark hair flattened around her cheeks. I gently put my hand on the side of her face, and said, "There's my girl." <br><br> She beamed, and her expression cut through me like a hot knife. <br><br> I later thought about my choice of words. "There's my girl." In a sense, I was answering her question. <i>Yes, you did it! I'm very proud of you, because I know that you're shy and that it was hard for you.</i> But in another sense I was recognizing her as a new person. <i>Now that you're naked, I see your real self. When you're dressed, it's like a costume that hides your true nature. Thank you for letting me see you without your disguise.</i> <br><br> The moment ended far too soon. She waited under the shower and watched as I stripped off my suit and rinsed it. I felt her eyes on me again, but we were both more relaxed. She bit her lower lip. I could tell she really wanted to say something, but just couldn't quite muster the courage. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear it, whatever it was. <br><br> "If we hurry, we can see the end of Caroline's game." I'm such a coward. We dried and dressed, chatting about school. <br><br> In the car the lip-biting resumed. I could see her young wheels spinning intensely behind her eyes. She finally broke the silence. <br><br> "Daddy?" <br><br> "Yes, honey?" <i>Please don't ask about sex. Please don't ask about sex. Please don't...</i> <br><br> "Do you really think I'm pretty?" <br><br> <i>Oh thank God.</i> <br><br> "Of course, sweetie. You really are. I wouldn't lie to you." My sincerity and relief were palpable. <br><br> "As pretty as mommy?" A very serious look accompanied the question. <br><br> My sense of relief vanished. Warning lights flashed before my eyes. This is a trap. Extreme caution required. What you say now could be used against you. <br><br> I thought for about an hour before saying anything, squirming under her persistent scrutiny. OK, it was actually like 10 seconds. But you know what I mean. <br><br> "Well honey, I think mommy is the prettiest girl in the world." Safe so far. Steph looked a little disappointed, but nodded slightly. It was sortof ok with her for me to think that. I had her permission, but barely. Haven't given her any ammunition to use against me. <br><br> "And you look so much like her, sometimes I get confused about who's who." She blushed, and laughed out loud like a little girl. Relief again. <br><br> "No, really," I went on, playing out the act. "I can't even tell the difference. It's scary." <br><br> "You're silly, Daddy." <br><br> "And you're beautiful, Stephanie. You really are." <br><br> The next day was Sunday, and we decided to go swimming as a family. Carol took the opportunity to check out the regular ladies' locker room. She took the girls with her. I went to the mens', wondering if we'd ever return to the Family Changing Room. <br><br> We met in the hall on the way to the pool. I hadn't seen Carol in a swimsuit in a while. Seeing her together with Stephanie, I could tell that in a few years my joke in the car might become quite true. The same bright green eyes, matching oval faces, the same perfect skin. Bottoms of different sizes, but remarkably similar shapes. <br><br> My wife smiled at me, but didn't say anything. Steph and Caroline were whispering to each other and giggling uncontrollably. I couldn't contain my curiosity. <br><br> "So?" <br><br> "So what?" Carol responded. <br><br> "How was it?" <br><br> "Oh. It's fine." When Carol says "fine" like that, it doesn't mean "fine". Like when I say, "I'm going to Paul's house to play poker" and she says, "Fine." Translation: don't wake me up when you come home. <br><br> I looked at Stephanie, who was having trouble walking due to paroxysms of laughter. <br><br> "What's so funny?" <br><br> Catching her breath. "Daddy, there's OLD PEOPLE in there." <br><br> I raised an eyebrow. <br><br> "Not old like you." My eyebrows arched further. "I mean REALLY REALLY old." <br><br> "What's wrong with that?" <br><br> "And fat," added Caroline, a bit late. <br><br> Stephanie and Caroline both simultaneously mimed sticking their fingers down their throats and vomiting. Carol gave them the icy look that was still effective in settling them down. "You're being very mean," she chided. <br><br> "It was SO GROSS," said Stephanie, a bit more quietly. <br><br> "It's just how people are. Everybody gets old, so you shouldn't say things like that." <br><br> "That doesn't mean we should have to LOOK AT THEM," said Stephanie. It's amazing how caustic an eight year-old can be. <br><br> Carol looked at me for help. "You guys will look like that someday," I ventured. <br><br> "I so totally will NOT!" retorted Stephanie. Carol gave me a glare that indicated she didn't appreciate my comment very much, either. We left it at that as we reached the pool. <br><br> After swimming, we made our way back down the hall. Stephanie and Caroline started heading for the Family Changing Room. Carol stopped and considered. "This way, girls," she said after a moment, gesturing towards the ladies'. <br><br> "Oh God Mom. Do we HAVE TO?" Major scrunchy faces from both girls. <br><br> She looked at me. I gave her my best 'It's entirely, completely up to you' shrug. <br><br> She sighed, and walked towards the Family Changing Room. As the girls disappeared inside the door ahead of us, she said, "I'd be so embarrassed if they made a scene like that again. They're not ready to be in the locker room by themselves, for sure." I just nodded. <br><br> Carol and the girls talked busily while they showered and changed. I was pretty much ignored, which was ok with me. I waited until the three of them were drying off before I went into the shower. I was discreet as I toweled off and slid into my clothes. Carol smiled at me a few times. I made eye contact with Stephanie once. It felt like we had begun to see into each other's thoughts. <i>It's really neat to have Mom here,</i> she was thinking. <i>It is,</i> I thought back. <i>I almost wish she wasn't,</i> her face replied. We conversed and agreed without speaking. <br><br> That night Carol said, "I was so disappointed with the girls today. Don't let them go to the ladies' locker room by themselves. We'll get complaints." I nodded. I'm good at nodding when appropriate. <br><br> "And the Family Changing Room seems fine," she added. This time, I could tell that "fine" actually meant "fine". <h4>Chapter IV</h4> Without ever talking about it, Stephanie and I had negotiated the rules of a game that we played whenever we went to the Family Changing Room. I would watch her, and follow her actions. This gave her the power to decide how and when our clothes came off and went back on. As she fully understood that I was ceding these decisions to her, she gradually became bolder. <br><br> For my part, I didn't really have an agenda in playing this game. I wanted her to feel comfortable. She would never feel like I was pressuring her. It would kill me to have anything like that come between us, regardless of what else happened. <br><br> But I guess I couldn't entirely hide (or hide from) the other prominent thought in my brain. I enjoyed seeing Stephanie naked. I was in the shower at home when this idea first fully formed itself. I was washing my hair, and closed my eyes to rinse, and the image I found painted inside my eyelids was Stephanie in the Family Changing Room. She was bent over, her back to me, stepping out of her swimsuit. Her legs were just far enough apart that the lips of her smooth sex peeked out between her legs. <br><br> I was on my morning testosterone high. The image sent a jolt straight to my cock. My eyes popped open, which led to a painful curse-ridden few minutes while I got the soap off of my stinging corneas. Through it all, I was as hard as glass. <br><br> I've always been pretty rational. I mean, I can rationalize with the best. At some level I knew that I should have had a feeling of self-loathing. But I didn't. I hadn't done anything wrong. Guys have all kinds of fantasies all the time. Brittany Spears dresses up like a schoolgirl and sings "Hit Me Baby One More Time". I can't control what I think. It's not like I'm going to molest her. <br><br> So it seemed ok to me that I liked to look at my daughter naked. I couldn't fully hide this from Stephanie. It must have been obvious from the way I looked at her. She loved knowing that I thought she was pretty, and she understood that when she took off her clothes I thought so even more. At this point, neither of us really thought beyond this simple exchange of visual and emotional intimacy. <br><br> And so Steph began to play our new game with increasing enthusiasm. On our next visit, I noticed that she undressed down to her underpants before unpacking her swimsuit from her backpack. I kept pace, stripping to my boxers before opening my own bag. We talked about the new version of High School Musical while we rummaged for our suits and towels. I waited as she turned to face me. She reached for the waistband of her panties, and a few seconds later I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my boxers. It was almost like a game of Simon Says. <br><br> We were now able to regard each other in a more calm, measured way. No need for stolen glances when she knew that she could see as much of me as she wanted. Her eyes still rested mostly on my penis, but they strayed elsewhere as well. I'm in good shape, so hopefully she wasn't recalling her experience in the ladies' locker room. <br><br> I drank in all of Stephanie's tiny, perfect form. So flat in front, so rounded in back. I traced the inner line of her slender legs up to the cleft where they met, and up over her elegant tummy, across her boyish chest, and into her bright green eyes. I waited until she pulled on her own suit to step into mine. <br><br> On our arrival two days later, Stephanie dropped her backpack on the bench and then proceeded to take off every stitch before opening it to retrieve her suit. As I dutifully followed her lead, I smiled with the realization that she was gradually extending the time that we were naked together. <br><br> When we returned from the pool that day, Stephanie stripped off her suit immediately and carried it with her into the shower. We'd always worn our suits into the shower before, taking them off only at the last to rinse them off. As she skinned it off her lithe body, she gave me a defiant look. <i>I'm in charge,</i> she was saying - <i>so drop your pants.</i> I did as I was told. <br><br> Since Caroline was with us, we didn't talk about these developments. They formed an unspoken language of their own. It was a language rich with trust, and love, and butterflies in the stomach, and curiosity, and daring and nervousness and uncertainty. And increasingly, for me at least, it was a language of desire. <h4>Chapter V</h4> It was bound to happen. Up to this point, there had still been something surreal about our experiences in the Family Changing Room. With Caroline present, the unspoken interaction between Stephanie and I was almost a separate reality. I was able to keep my emerging feelings at a safe distance. <br><br> The next Saturday was another split soccer schedule for the girls. Carol had worked late the night before, so I took the bullet and got up early to take Steph to her game. As we were getting ready, I called across the hall to her room. <br><br> "Bring your stuff if you want to swim after." <br><br> She stepped into her doorway to answer me. She was wearing only her underpants. <br><br> The sight was jarring to me. It was the first time I'd seen her in any state of undress at home since she was much younger. She smiled. Her eyes said, <i>See Daddy, I can do it here, too.</i> <br><br> "OK," she said. We looked at each other for a good ten seconds before returning to our tasks. <br><br> After her game (which they actually won, I think) we arrived at the pool. As she had before when we came there by ourselves, she took my hand in the parking lot. As her fingers intertwined with mine, my mind flashed back to the image of her in the hall that morning. I closed my eyes briefly to get a better view of the memory. As I did, my body started to betray me. <br><br> I mentioned that Carol had worked late the night before. In fact she'd had a very busy week, and we hadn't made love since the previous Sunday. This was unusual for us - we generally couldn't keep our hands off each other for more than a day or two. So, I was running at an abnormally high hormone level. <br><br> I felt it coming on, and pretty soon realized that I wasn't going to be able to do much about it. This wasn't going to be a short, passing little bout of swelling. This was going to be one of those monstrous, insistent, impossible to ignore hardons. An erection for the ages. Immune even to thoughts about getting kicked in the nuts and nuns that look like Pete Rose. <br><br> By the time we reached the door to the Family Changing Room, I was so stiff I had trouble walking. Fortunately I was wearing my favorite khaki shorts which have some room to spare. I'm about seven and one-half inches when hard, but this one felt like ten. Somewhat constrained by my boxers, it was extending down my leg in a most uncomfortable and awkward way. (No, I never measured myself. Carol had insisted on doing it one night in college when we were high. She's always been good for my ego.) <br><br> Stephanie tossed her bag on the bench and quickly pulled her soccer jersey over her head, chattering away about some girl on her team who used to be her best friend but wasn't anymore. I don't remember why the falling out occurred, as I was having trouble listening. There was blood rushing through my ears, which is amazing since I really felt like all the blood in my body was in my cock. <br><br> Stephanie looked at me. My turn to take off my shirt. So I did, more slowly than usual, trying to buy time. We sat on the bench and took off our shoes. I was able to use this moment to surreptitiously adjust myself so that my cock was up against my belly. Sweet relief from pain, but it did nothing to reduce the swelling. <br><br> Stephanie stood up in front of me. In one motion, she took down her soccer shorts and her underpants together and stepped out of them. Now totally naked, she gave me the look. <i>Your turn, Daddy.</i> No need to say it out loud. <br><br> I tried to distract her by asking a few questions about her friend. She gave me short answers, and continued to give me the look. We fell silent. Her eyes showed disappointment. And finally she broke the rules, giving voice to our tacit agreement. <br><br> "What's the matter, Daddy?" <br><br> I looked at the floor, knowing that I was bright red. <br><br> "I can't right now, sweetie." <br><br> "How come? It's your turn." <br><br> "I know." <br><br> She bit her lip. "Are we being bad, Daddy?" <br><br> "No, honey. It's not that." <br><br> "Am I bad because I want to see it?" <br><br> That didn't help. I shook my head, but didn't say anything. Her disappointment was turning to guilt and sadness. <br><br> "I won't tell Mommy," she blurted out. "I'm not a baby like Caroline." <br><br> It surprised me to hear her say this. I hadn't really been thinking in those terms, and it was a little shocking to realize that Stephanie had been. Is she really old enough to see her mother as a rival? For a moment, the notion of Carol discovering the nature of our game had the promise of deflating me. But when I saw the look on Stephanie's face, I knew that she completely meant it. This game was just for us. Blood rushed back to my penis, and it spasmed, releasing a substantial stream of precum. I felt the warm thin liquid diffuse into the waistband of my boxers. <br><br> I looked her in the eye. "We haven't done anything bad, Steph." Not yet, I almost added. <br><br> "So what's the matter, Daddy?" <br><br> I had to decide whether to break our trust. In the end, I couldn't. <br><br> "My penis is hard." I heard myself say it, softly but clearly. <br><br> She looked confused. "What do you mean, Daddy?" <br><br> A second later she figured it out. "Oh," she said, flatly, cutting off any response. <br><br> I guess Carol had told her enough about the mechanics that she made the connection. <br><br> I saw the realization spread from her wide eyes into a deepening glow on her cheeks. The red tide moved over her chest, and all the way down her legs. She almost looked sunburned from a long day at the beach. She folded her arms in front of her, hiding her sex from me. At the same time, her eyes searched my crotch. Now that she was looking, she saw the evidence outlined in my shorts. <br><br> "Oh." <br><br> "Ya," I said. "I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say. <br><br> She nodded a little, looking very pensive, and went back to the bench. She pulled on her swimsuit and headed for the door. As it was closing behind her, she glanced back. I was still sitting on the bench, looking embarrassed and confused. She hesitated for a moment before coming towards me. She quickly bent over and kissed me on the cheek, and then ran for the pool without saying a word. <br><br> I've never loved her more than I did at that instant. <br><br> <i><p> This is part one. The second part can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joshua_Woode/Family%20Changing%20Room%20-%202.html">Family Changing Room - 2</a> <br> I'd love to hear your feedback. You can contact me at <a href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=Family Changing Room on asstr">[email protected]</a> <br> My other work can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/~Joshua_Woode/">Joshua Woode's stories</a> </i></p> <br> </body> </html>

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Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. </i> <br> <h3>Pretty Naked</h3> I haven't been naked all that much. Not really. I mean, not where other people could see me. Of course I'm naked in the shower and in my room and stuff, like everybody. It's different when you're naked in other places, with other people. I remember those times, all of them. Now that I'm ten, I write about them in my diary, even the ones that happened when I was little. Is that weird? I dunno. What I know is that people mostly seem to think I'm pretty only when I'm naked. It's kind of annoying, but I guess I'm used to it now. <h4>The Nice Man Fixing The Sink</h4> <p>When I was five years old, I guess I didn't really think about being naked. My Dad said that he sometimes had to chase me around the house to get me to put clothes on, but I don't remember that. The first naked thing I remember is when I came into the kitchen for breakfast and there was a man there fixing the sink.</p> <p>Mom was working, like always. And Dad was in his office upstairs on the phone, like always. Seems like a lot of my naked times happened when they were busy with other stuff. Like always.</p> <p>Anyway, it was hot that morning so I took off my pajamas. I took my blanket everyplace back then, so when I went to the kitchen looking for breakfast I was holding it and dragging it along. The man fixing the sink was laying on the floor with his head inside the cabinet, and he was saying bad words. I'd heard most of them already from Daddy talking to people on the phone, but this man knew some different ones. He had on blue pants and a blue shirt and the shirt had a tag on it that said "Frank."</p> <p>I was proud that I could read a little then, so I said "Hi Frank." The man started to sit up and he hit his head on the cabinet and he said more bad words. Then he pulled his head out and looked at me. That's the part I remember the most, how he looked at me. His eyes were big, and brown, and then he blinked, and looked around, and looked back at me, like he didn't know what to do. I guess most grownups don't really look at you when you're little. Frank looked at me really hard, like I was the only thing there was. It gave me this warm feeling in my tummy. Maybe that's how come I like remembering it.</p> <p>We could hear my Dad talking on the phone. Frank sat on the floor so we were about the same amount of tall. He kinda coughed and then he said, "Well... hello there." I just said, "Hi." He looked some more and then he said, "What's your name, princess?" It was nice how he called me "princess." Dad did too sometimes. I said, "Sarah."</p> <p>I was holding my blanket in front of me and Frank was looking at it. He said, "That's a very nice blanket, Sarah." I said, "Ahuh." He looked around again. Then he said. "Can I see it?" I handed it to him. But he didn't really look at the blanket. He was looking more at me. After a minute he said, "You're a very pretty girl, Sarah." I liked when he said that. Dad told me I was pretty also but Dads are supposed to say that even if you're not, so it's a lot nicer when somebody else says it. I smiled and Frank smiled back. Frank's face looked kinda red.</p> <p>After a minute, Frank said, "You're naked." I thought that was sort of strange. I mean, I knew I was, so I just said "Ahuh." Maybe that was the first time that those things got connected for me. 'You're pretty. You're naked.' Like, I was pretty cuz I was naked. I dunno.</p> <p>Frank coughed again, and his face got more red. He said, "Maybe you should go tell your father that you're awake, princess." That seemed to make sense so I started to go, but then I had to go back. "Can I have my blanket, mister?" I said. He looked down like he didn't remember that he had it. "Oh... of course. Here you go, princess." I went to Dad's office and he told me to go get dressed. I almost told him, "Frank thinks I'm pretty when I'm naked, Daddy." But I didn't.</p> <h4>The Nice Lady at the Store</h4> <p>When I was seven Daddy took us on vacation to the beach. I had to get new bathing suits. Mom was working (again) so Dad took me to the store. We went to big store with lots of clothes in it, and there was a giant rack of suits.</p> <p>It was really hard to see what size would fit me. Dad looked helpless and said that I had to try them on to be sure. I never did that in a store before, so I didn't know how. Dad found a lady salesperson and asked if she could help.</p> <p>She was an older lady and she smelled nice and had a pretty smile. Comfy, sort of. She said, "One piece or two, sweetheart?" I liked that she asked me and not Dad. I said "Two!" Dad made a face and said, "One." I made a face too. Dad finally rolled his eyes and said, "Maybe one of each?"</p> <p>The lady laughed and picked out a bunch of suits, all kinds and colors. She took my hand and we went in the back to where there were these tiny rooms to change in. She opened the door to one of them and I stepped inside, holding the bundle of suits. The lady looked around. There was nobody else there. I guess I looked unsure so she said, "Do you need some help, young lady?" It made me feel more grownup up for her to call me that, but I still wasn't sure, so I nodded. She stepped into the room with me and closed the door behind her.</p> <p>"Let's have your shoes off first, sweetheart." I sat on the little seat and pulled off my sneakers. The room was really small, so she said, "I think this will be easier if you stand up on the bench. What's your name, dear?" I told her I was Sarah and I managed to get up on the bench. She said, "Lift your arms, Sarah." I did and she pulled my dress over my head. I was embarrassed, but she just smiled. It was a kinda like being with my Mom, so it didn't feel weird. She hung my dress on a little hook on the wall. Then she looked back at the door and lifted up her head to look over the wall.</p> <p>Her face seemed a little sad when she said, "My two girls are all grown up now. I miss the time when they were your age." I thought that was neat.</p> <p>I was surprised when she took down my underpants. She didn't say anything, she just did it. All the way down to my feet, and she tapped each foot for me to lift it. She picked them up and hung them with my dress. It felt my face get hot. She touched my cheek. "Aren't you just the prettiest little thing. No need to be shy, sweetheart, we're all girls here." That made me feel a little better. I noticed that she only said I was pretty once I was naked.</p> <p>There were six suits to try on, three one-piece and three bikinis. We did the bikinis first, but just the bottoms since she said I didn't have to worry about the tops fitting "yet." I didn't have anything on top that they had to fit around. After I put on each one, she wiggled her finger under the leg part to see how tight it was. "These need to be just right, Sarah. Too tight or too loose and you'll be displaying your charms to the world." I wasn't too sure what she meant by "charms." She had me squat down in them too, and one of them was so big on me that you could see everything, so then I understood. One of the two-piece suits was so tight that it went right up inside me. She could hardly get her finger in between the suit and my kitty. I remember she said something weird about how boys might like that one, but that it wasn't proper. When we found one that fit, she showed me how to use my fingers to fix the back part over my butt cuz she said they always creep up. She helped me get dressed and told Dad that I was the nicest little girl she'd ever met. I felt really special.</p> <p>Every time I put on a bathing suit after that, I think about that lady. And I always put my fingers under the leg part to make sure my charms aren't gonna be on display.</p> <h4>My Gymnastics Coach</h4> <p>I started gymnastics when I was 8. Dad said it would be good for me to burn off my extra energy. I guess I ran around the house a lot and did what he called "bouncing off the walls."</p> <p>The teacher in the first class I took said I was "promising" and should get a real coach. I don't remember promising her anything, but anyways. That was scary but also exciting, so Dad took me to a real gym where they had girls that went to meets all over the place. I wasn't sure I'd fit in but the coach seemed nice and Dad said I could stop if I didn't like it.</p> <p>The first time I went to a class there, we were just warming up when Coach Harkins said, "Sarah, let me see you in my office, please." I remember the other girls giggled some and looked at each other and whispered. When I got to the coach's office I figured out why.</p> <p>He closed the door and sat down and he said, "Sarah, this is your first time at serious gym, isn't it?" I nodded. I was nervous. I was afraid maybe he changed his mind already and wouldn't let me stay. "Well, then I guess it's understandable." He just looked at me for a few seconds. Then he said, "Sarah, in a serious gym, you don't wear underpants under your leotard."</p> <p>I was so embarrassed. Nobody ever explained that to me. I guess my first teacher wasn't serious enough to know that. I said I was sorry and that I wouldn't wear them next time. I felt like a total dork. He said, "That's fine, Sarah. Now you know. Let's have them off for today's class."</p> <p>I wasn't sure what he meant, so I said, "Have them off?"</p> <p>He looked at me like my Dad does sometimes when he thinks I'm being dumb. "Yes, Sarah. Take off your things and then put your leotard back on without your underpants."</p> <p>I looked around the room and there wasn't anyplace to change. "Ummm... where can I go?" I asked.</p> <p>He shook his head. "Just do it here. We need to get back to class. Hurry up now."</p> <p>I was blushing like mad. I already felt so stupid and I didn't want to get kicked out on my first day so I thought I had to do it. I guess I wasn't fast enough though. He got mad. "Are you an athlete or a baby, Sarah? Girls in my gym are athletes, and they take things seriously, and they do as they're told because they want to win."</p> <p>When I got my leotard off he held out his hand, so I gave it to him. I turned my back to him before I took off my underpants, but then I realized that I had to get my leotard from him. I turned back around and he was just holding it.</p> <p>"You can't be shy about your body if you're an athlete, Sarah." I held out my hand for my leotard but he still just held it. "I'm your coach, and it's important that I be able to see you, to see how the muscles and bones are developing."</p> <p>I didn't know what to say so I just stood there. He said, "Let's see a bridge, Sarah." I looked at my leotard in his hands. He shook his head. My knees were shaking but I managed to bend over backwards and put my hands on the floor behind me.</p> <p>"Lift your hips. Extend." His voice wasn't loud but I could tell he was still mad, so I pushed my butt up higher. That made my front stick right out. I heard his chair move and then he was standing over me. His finger made a line down my tummy and over my hip and down my leg. "Nice form, Sarah. You have promise." I was trembling from holding the bridge. Finally he said, "You're a very pretty girl, Sarah. But you need to know that pretty doesn't buy you anything here. It's hard work and dedication that will get you ahead. Don't question me and you'll do well. Now walk it over."</p> <p>I barely managed to pull my hips up over my head, flip my legs and stand back up on the other side. I was breathing hard but I was relieved that he was smiling. He handed me back my leotard and I put it on as fast as I could. The other girls were still giggling at me when we went back. So embarrassing.</p> <p>I thought about telling Dad what happened on the way home in the car, but he was on the phone the whole time. Besides me feeling like a complete idiot.</p> <p>For the next few months, the coach would take me aside before class and check to see if I remembered not to wear underpants. He had me pull the front of my leotard out of the way to prove it. The other girls laughed every time.</p> <h4>Doctor Cooper</h4> <p>When I was nine, my Dad took me to the doctor for my checkup. Mom usually took me, but she was working that day. When we got there, Dad was on the phone and Doctor Cooper tried to ask him if he was going to stay with me in the exam room. Dad stopped his phone call just long enough to ask the doctor if it was ok if I went in by myself, cuz he was busy and besides he didn't want to embarrass me, whatever that meant. The doctor said that was ok and Dad went right back to the phone.</p> <p>I went to Doctor Cooper since I was a baby and he was really nice. He had me sit up on the table and asked me all kinds of questions about school and gymnastics and stuff at home and what I was eating and how I was sleeping and if started my period yet. I didn't of course and I thought that was a little weird since I thought that didn't happen til you were a lot older, but he said some girls start even before nine so I had to know about it. Mom had talked to me a little, but it's just so weird and gross that I couldn't even listen. It was easier with Doctor Cooper even though he's a man.</p> <p>He said that this time would be different cuz he needed to check me all over. Before when I came with Mom I just had to take my shirt off, so I did that. But Doctor Cooper said, "Everything off this time, Sarah." He smiled and was writing on his clipboard and I took off my shorts. When he looked up again, he just said, "Everything means everything. Underpants too." I felt myself turn red but he smiled again. "I know it's embarrassing, but you're getting to be a big girl now. Your Dad understands that also. We don't need to tell him about the embarrassing parts, do we?"</p> <p>I shook my head and for once I was glad that Dad was on the phone. Bad enough to be naked with the doctor. He helped me down off the table and I took off my panties. I kinda stood there holding them in front of me, but he held out his hand so I had to give them to him. "There we go. Just relax, sweetheart."</p> <p>He had me get up on the scale and he did my weight and height. Then I had to walk back and forth, and bend over so he could see the bones in my back. He said that I was in really good shape from gymnastics and he asked me all about if I has any injuries or anything. After a while I almost forgot I was naked.</p> <p>Then I got back up on the table and he did all the listening and thumping stuff. Then he had be lay down and he did the poking and prodding part, all the way down my tummy. His hands are so big. I remember how they looked when he started to move my legs. He said, "Relax, Sarah. We're going to have you in frog legs for a bit." I didn't know what that meant so he showed me. I had to tuck my feet up next to my butt and let my knees go out to the sides flat on the table. I was like totally... open... down there. My face was burning hot.</p> <p>Doctor Cooper just looked at me like that for a minute. Finally he said, "You are a very pretty girl, Sarah. You know that, don't you?" I nodded a little. Figures that he said it when I was the most naked ever.</p> <p>He started doing poking and feeling down there and I looked away. It felt weird. My bottom moved when he touched around where I pee from. He said, "Do you touch down here, Sarah?" It was confusing. I said, "No. I mean. I... wash?" He just said, "That's fine, sweetheart. Now grab your knees with your hands, please."</p> <p>That was the most embarrassing part of all. He put slippery stuff on me and he stuck his finger right up my butt. I could feel it wiggling around in there. It seemed like it went on for a long time. Weirdest. Thing. Ever.</p> <p>When that was done, he talked to me for a while about periods and stuff. I'm not sure why I had to be naked for that part. I guess I paid attention more to what he was saying since I didn't want to think about how I had no clothes on. Finally he patted my leg and said that I was a good girl and that everything looked great.</p> <p>I got up from the table and the doctor handed me a tissue. He said, "You may want to wipe a little before you get dressed, Sarah. It's totally normal, don't worry. It's a sign of you getting older." I took the tissue but I was confused again. I started to wipe my nose. He laughed and said, "No no, dear. Your vagina." I couldn't believe it. I turned around and wiped down there and the tissue was gooey.</p> <p>I must have looked worried. He said, "Do you understand what's happened, Sarah?"</p> <p>I had to say, "Not really."</p> <p>He smiled. "You know how babies are made?" I nodded, but he went on. "The penis goes into the vagina. The vagina gets slippery so this can happen more easily. Your body is starting to get ready for that. It's totally natural, and nothing to worry about. You can ask your Mom to talk to you about it." Hah. As if. Finally he handed me my underpants and I could get dressed.</p> <p>I stared out the car window the whole way home while Dad was talking on the phone. It was weird, but I actually wished that he'd been in there with me, with the doctor. Maybe it would have been different if he'd been there, even if it was the most embarrassing thing ever.</p> <h4>My Friend's Sister</h4> <p>After like a year at gymnastics finally the other girls stopped teasing me. I was getting better and that must have helped. There were other younger girls there now too so I wasn't the newest.</p> <p>This girl Naomi and me got to be friends and she invited me to sleep over. She has a sister who's 13. Becca's in gymnastics too. She's awesome and was like third in States the year before. My friend and her got along pretty good except my friend was always mad since all her clothes were hand-me-downs. But her sister had a bunch of cool stuff to hand down. I was even sort of jealous.</p> <p>Naomi and Becca slept in the same bedroom so I guess they got used to not being shy with each other. My friend and me went to a movie and when we got back Becca was sitting in their room with a towel around her bottom and nothing on top, brushing her hair. She just said, "Hi Sarah," like it was totally normal. I couldn't help looking at her boobs. They weren't big but I thought they were nice. I hoped mine would be like that and not like my Mom's which are ginormous. I can't imagine doing gymnastics with boobs like my Mom's.</p> <p>I'm a little taller than Naomi, and her sister said she had a leotard that maybe I could wear. I couldn't believe how nice she was being. The leotard was really pretty and she said I should try it on. I started to go to the bathroom and they gave me this funny look. I felt like I was being a baby so I decided to just try it on there. When I got it on, Becca did the finger thing in the legs like the lady in the store did with the bathing suits. She tugged on it some and then said, "Perfect!" I said thank you like ten times I think.</p> <p>Naomi went to take a shower. Becca helped me take off the leotard. I looked around for my underpants and I saw that she was sitting on them. I asked her to give them to me, but she just grinned. "I think you're the best girl at your age at the gym, Sarah. Don't you dare tell my sister I said that." We both giggled. I felt really proud. Then she said, "I think you're the prettiest, too."</p> <p>I just said, "No way." I knew I was red. I felt really naked, but with how she was looking at me somehow I felt pretty too.</p> <p>She said, "Yes way." And then she just did it. It was scary and I didn't know what to do but she's so cool and she was so nice that I didn't think I could stop it without making her hate me and besides, it made me feel strange and warm and shaky all over.</p> <p>She stood up and came over to me and pushed me down on the bed with her hand. I looked up at her and she was still smiling. She said, "Let me. You'll like it." She laid down next to me and she kissed me, right on the mouth. Then she did it again, and pushed her tongue against my lips. I knew a little about kissing but I never did it before. She poked me with her tongue again and I opened my mouth and she pushed it inside. I was breathing fast and she just kept kissing and kissing.</p> <p>Her hand was on my tummy and I felt it go down between my legs. She put her leg over mine and pulled my knees apart with it. I started to squirm and tried to pull away. She looked down at me and said, "Let me." I shook my head a little cuz I was scared. Her hand was right there, between my legs, moving around. It was feeling warmer and I remembered what the doctor said. Her finger went between and I felt it slip and slide there. She said, "You're wet. Let me." Her voice was really strong and her hand was really strong and her leg pulled mine farther apart and I was open and her fingers were all over it, like everyplace at once, and she started kissing me again.</p> <p>Her bare chest was pressing against mine. I felt her boobs on me and was ashamed because I was totally flat. It was weird but mine were pointed and hers were too. The towel was off her bottom and she was rubbing against my hip. It was soft and she was slippery too. She took both my wrists in one of her hands and held my arms against the bed over my head and she moved so she was on top of me and kissed me more. She had her other hand down between us and it was pressing on me and her weight was on top of it so it was pushing my bottom into the bed. She started kissing down my neck and on my chest. I wiggled more and I didn't know what was happening and I tried to say "Don't."</p> <p>Becca looked up and she said, "You're wet. You like it. Do you really want me to stop?" I closed my eyes. She was this amazing girl and I wanted her to like me so much and it didn't feel bad even though it was scary. I shook my head no a little. She said, "So let me." I nodded a little and tried to relax. She let my wrists go. I felt her lick my chest and then kiss my tummy. She slid down so she was on the floor and she pulled my legs so my bottom was at the edge of the bed. Then I felt something warm and wet between my legs. So weird. I looked down and she was actually kissing me there. I couldn't believe it. I tried to close my legs. She pinched my thigh hard and I squealed a little. She looked up at me and she said, "Let me, Sarah. Open your legs and let me." She pushed my knees open and then held my hips and she started kissing and licking there like mad. I heard my breath go out and then I was panting and it was so confusing. My bottom danced all over and she just kept doing it and doing it til I squeezed her head with my legs and I felt my insides squeezing and squeezing and everything was warm tingles and my eyes went all hazy.</p> <p>After a minute she crawled up beside me and held me. She said, "I told you you'd like it." I was staring at ceiling and didn't know what to think. She kissed my cheek and handed me my underpants. My knees were shaking but I got a tissue and wiped before I put them on and by the time my friend got back from the shower I was dressed in my pajamas.</p> <p>Naomi looked at me and then at her sister and then at me again and she giggled. She said, "Did you let her?" I looked down. Naomi giggled again. "I knew Becca liked you." I guess to them it was just a thing. I laughed too and everything was ok after that.</p> <p>When we had the lights out, we talked and talked for hours. They told me the stuff I needed to know if I wanted to go to States. Stuff about Coach Harkins and how he picked the girls that got to go. Stuff that sounded weird and gross. I knew Becca had gone to States, so I had to ask her if she did that stuff. She said, "Ya. He let me do it."</p> <h4>Coach Harkins, Again</h4> <p>I wanted to go to States. Of course I did. It's a big deal and if you do well there you might get noticed by a coach for the national team even. I worked harder than ever in class, and I thought and thought about what Becca told me. And what Becca did. I was confused about all of it.</p> <p>But I wanted to go. The more I thought about it, I figured out that most of all I wanted to go so that Daddy would pay attention to me. That maybe I'd be more important to him than his stupid phone. And Coach had seen me anyways. He said I couldn't be shy if I wanted to be an athlete. So I went to see him after class.</p> <p>"What can I do for you, Sarah?" He was doing something on his computer and didn't even look at me.</p> <p>I swallowed. "I want to go to States, Coach." My voice sounded small to me.</p> <p>He looked up. "I see." He just looked for another minute. "And?"</p> <p>"And I think I'm ready. I've been working really hard. Becca said I was the best girl my age."</p> <p>"Becca said that, did she? When did she become the coach, I wonder."</p> <p>I looked down. He smiled a little. He wasn't mean, really. He just wanted us to do our best. "Sarah. You have talent, no doubt. And I see that you've been working. I'm just not sure that you have the necessary level of dedication to get to the next level."</p> <p>That made me mad. I looked him right in the eye. Then I stripped off my leotard and handed it to him.</p> <p>He shrugged. "Yes, Sarah. I already know that you're pretty. A very pretty girl." He watched me again for a minute. "But you know what matters at this gym is what you do, not how you look."</p> <p>It was hard but I made myself keep looking at him. I said, "What do I need to do?"</p> <p>He put his fingers together in front of him. Then he said, "Let's see a bridge, Sarah."</p> <p>It was like the first time. I bent over backwards and pushed my hips up as much as I could. He got up and stood over me. His finger traced down my chest and tummy. But this time it didn't go to the side and over my hip. It went right down the middle and between my legs. He moved it there, over and through and around and... inside... a little... and back out, and back in a little more.</p> <p>"You're wet, pretty Sarah. Naked, and wet. If I know Becca, she's had you naked and wet too." My face was red from being upside down, but I felt it get even redder. "Walk it over, Sarah," he said at last. I flipped and stepped out of the bridge. It was a lot easier for me to do that now.</p> <p>"Your form is better, I'll give you that." He took a towel from the pile and folded it up. Then he dropped it on the floor at his feet. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, like he was waiting.</p> <p>I was nervous. I said, "Becca told me... she said... to get to go to States..."</p> <p>Coach reached over and touched my cheek. "It's ok, Sarah. Pretty Sarah. Becca is a very dedicated athlete. She knows what it takes to achieve her goals. She takes what she wants, without shame. Perhaps you know that. I helped to teach her this. That's what I expect of my girls."</p> <p>I bit my lip. I was breathing hard. I got on my knees. On the towel that he put there for my knees.</p> <p>Coach Harkins laid his hand on my head. "First time, Sarah? I'm guessing that it is."</p> <p>I nodded.</p> <p>He smiled. "Then we'll take it slow this time."</p> <p>I didn't like how he said "this time." I remember the sound of his belt jingling when he undid it.</p> <p>I'd seen my Dad's a few times but it was never... you know. It was always small and funny-looking. Coach was so much bigger, red and angry-looking. I looked up at him, unsure.</p> <p>"One hand around the bottom part. Then your mouth. Just the end. You do the moving, up and down, nice and easy. This time. Your other hand, underneath. Hold them gently. Show me how you can focus."</p> <p>It was weird. And gross. But not as gross as I thought. It was clean and warm and just tasted like skin until it started leaking and then I thought I was done but he shook his head and pulled me forward again.</p> <p>"Just like your routines, Sarah. The finish is critical. The finish is what the judges will remember most when they're scoring you. You have to stick the landing. Finish strong."</p> <p>At the end I tried. I really really tried. It was just too much. I coughed and choked and I pulled back and it went everyplace. All over me and in my hair and on my face and chest. He didn't look too happy.</p> <p>"Use the towel, Sarah. Get cleaned up. Not a great finish, was it?" I shook my head. I felt like a dork and like a baby and I thought I'd never get to States.</p> <p>Coach handed me my leotard and put his hand on my shoulder. "But we know how to improve, don't we?" I looked up and nodded. "How do we improve, Sarah?"</p> <p>I knew the answer cuz he asked us this every day in class. I said, "Practice."</p> <p>"That's my girl. States are two months away. Come and see me after class every Tuesday."</p> <p>By the time States came around, I was ready.</p> <h4>Finally, Daddy</h4> <p>I took second in the beam and fourth on the horse at States. Coach said it was the best he'd seen anybody do in their first big meet. I was so proud. Becca hugged me tight and that gave me major cred with the older girls. I was like a star to the younger ones.</p> <p>My Mom brought me and watched the meet. She even took time off from work. She never did that for anything, so it made me happy. I think she was really proud of me too.</p> <p>Mom dropped me at home and had to go straight to work. I ran to find my Dad. He was in his office. On the phone. He smiled when I came in and waved. I waved my medals at him. He held up his finger and started talking again.</p> <p>I couldn't help it. I got so mad. And sad. And more mad.</p> <p>I said, "Daddy..." I was half shouting and half crying at the same time. He put his hand over his phone. "Sarah, honey, I'll just be a minute, I promise."</p> <p>"No Daddy. Not in a minute. Now." He shook his head at me and shrugged his shoulders like there was nothing he could do.</p> <p>I'm not sure what came over me. I said, "Daddy... am I pretty?" Loud enough that he couldn't ignore me.</p> <p>He looked away from the phone for a second. "What, honey? Oh... yes, sure you are." Then back to the phone. "Oh. No, sorry Phil. I was talking to my daughter." He turned away from me.</p> <p>That just made me madder. He only said what a Dad has to say.</p> <p>I'm not sure what came over me, really. Before I really thought about it, I'd stripped off everything. I tapped Dad on the shoulder. "Daddy. I said. Am. I. Pretty."</p> <p>Dad looked really surprised. His face got red. To the phone, he said, "Ummm... I'm sorry, Phil. I'll have to call you back in a few minutes. Family situation here. You understand." He pushed the button on his phone but didn't put it down.</p> <p>"Sarah... What are you doing? I'm sorry, princess. How did your... thing... go? Please... put your clothes on, sweetheart. This is... strange."</p> <p>"My 'thing' was the State Gymnastics Championships, Daddy. It was my first big meet. I've been training for it for almost two years. And I was great. I almost won on the beam. Coach Harkins said I was amazing."</p> <p>Dad swallowed. He looked down. "Oh God, Sarah... I'm so sorry. I've been so busy... I should have been there... but please, sweety... why did you..."</p> <p>"Am I pretty, Daddy? Answer me."</p> <p>He swallowed again and looked up. He hadn't seen me naked in a long long time. Finally he said, "Yes, princess. You're so pretty. You're... beautiful." I felt like he meant it this time. For once, he was really looking at me.</p> <p>I rushed him and hugged his waist. I was crying and I think he was even crying too. I hugged and hugged til I felt a little better. He petted my hair. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. I've been awful, haven't I?"</p> <p>I nodded a little. My cheek was pressed against his pants.</p> <p>"And you are, sweetheart. You are the prettiest girl in the world." He cleared his throat. "Now, Sarah... you really should... you know..."</p> <p>"You don't even know what I did, Daddy. What I did, so that I could make you proud of me."</p> <p>He didn't say anything. He was running his fingers through my hair. It felt wonderful.</p> <p>"I want you to know, Daddy. What I did. What I did for you."</p> <p>He said, "Sarah, I don't know what you mean. You need to get dressed, sweetheart."</p> <p>But I didn't want to get dressed. I knew what I wanted. I tugged at Daddy's zipper. I felt him go tense.</p> <p>"Sarah?"</p> <p>I pulled it down and wiggled my hand inside.</p> <p>"Sarah. Stop that." He didn't say it very loudly.</p> <p>I looked up at him. His face was really confused.</p> <p>I knew what to say. "Let me, Daddy. You hurt me. Really bad. So let me."</p> <p>I had to say it a few more times before he finally let me.</p> <i><p> <br>This is part of a series. The next part can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joshua_Woode/Pretty%20Naked%20-%20Wednesday.html">Pretty Naked - Wednesday</a> <br> I'd love to hear your feedback. You can contact me at <a href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=Pretty Naked on asstr">[email protected]</a> <br> My other work can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/~Joshua_Woode/">Joshua Woode's stories</a></i></p> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="CoffeeCup HTML Editor (www.coffeecup.com)"> <meta name="dcterms.created" content="Sun, 25 Dec 2016 15:05:07 GMT"> <meta name="description" content=""> <meta name="keywords" content=""> <title>Family Changing Room - Chapters XI - XV</title> <!--[if IE]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"></script> <![endif]--> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Joshua Woode"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="Family Changing Room, Chapters XI - XV"> <META NAME="shs-part" CONTENT="Part three of a series"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="A new venue spurs a family to evolve."> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="MF Fg ped slow"> </head> <body style="margin-left:5%; margin-right:5%"> <br> <i>This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. This is a very slow build and not hard core. If this will frustrate or disappoint you, it may not be the story for you. <br><br> This is Part 3. Please start with Part 1, which can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joshua_Woode/Family%20Changing%20Room%20-%201.html">Family Changing Room - 1</a></i> </i> <h3>Family Changing Room, Part 3</h3> <h4>Chapter XI (Carol)</h4> I love my husband. I truly do. He's smart and charming and kind and goofy. I appreciate the goofy part especially sometimes, since it's just what I need to lift my mood. He seems to be able to sense when goofy is becoming annoying and he kisses me at precisely the right time and in exactly the right way. Nobody's perfect, but he really tries and I adore him for it. Now if he would only try harder to keep his hair off the soap in the shower... well, we can all dream, can't we? <br><br> I never loved Rick more than when I told him that I wanted to return to my law practice. I'd had the completely blissful luxury of being a full-time Mom for the past five years, since Caroline had been born. Rick and I had been able to manage as two working parents with just Stephanie, but with two kids it just felt like too much. Rick offered to leave his beloved teaching position and take the higher-paying engineering job an old colleague of his had been pestering him about. This left me free to stay home with the girls. I was anxious about falling off the corporate ladder, but every day that I woke up knowing I'd be with my daughters felt like a gift to be treasured. <br><br> Of course I overdid it at first. As an attorney I'm in the habit of tracking my time and making the most of every billable minute. As a parent this translated into a relentless schedule of activities. Gymboree, bilingual immersion play-dates, pre-ballet before the girls could even properly walk, the full range of Baby Genius videos... you get the idea. As they got older it was ice skating and soccer and science camp and gymnastics and chess club. At one point Rick gave me one of his thoughtful looks and asked one of his typically simple but insightful questions. "Do they ever get to... you know... play?" The expression on his face said a lot. It wasn't just about me over-parenting. I also sensed that he was feeling disconnected. His work had become more intense and he was spending long hours away from home. <br><br> When Caroline entered kindergarten, things changed pretty significantly. With the house empty for most of the day, my brain wouldn't stay still. At first I used the time to plan even more family activities, and tried to get Rick more involved when he was home. But I also started sneaking looks at law journals. It was inevitable that I get caught. My husband is too clever. <br><br> "Let's take the girls to the park tomorrow," I ventured. "Just let them run. We can sit under a tree and worry when then fall down, but resist the urge to tell them to be careful." Rick was holding me against his chest in bed. I was relishing the feel of his breathing and the gentle thump of his heart. <br><br> He smiled at my tacit acknowledgement of his point about letting them play. "'The Free Range Parent enables more confident and self-actualizing future citizens,'" he intoned. I recognized the quote as the marketing blurb from a website I'd been looking at. Though I intuitively knew that letting the kids just play was a good thing, I still wanted the well-founded sociological research to back it up. <br><br> "You... are a snoop, and not to be trusted." I sighed and nestled my head into the crook of his arm. "I'll teach you how to delete your browser history. Your secrets will be safe." When he teased, which was often, it was always gently. He went on casually. "Oh. And I can't agree with your position on Sarbanes-Oxley. It's just too easy for corporate governance to fall back into old habits." Crap. I reached down and pinched his leg, hard enough to actually hurt. "No fair," I protested. "Email is supposed to be private." He looked wounded. "You left it open. I think you wanted me to see it. And owwwwww my leg!" <br><br> I thought about this for a long moment. "Maybe." I felt his warm hand slip into the front of my underpants. "Maybe I did want you to see it." I squirmed with annoyance and pleasure. He often tried to diffuse difficult situations by distracting me. "Rick... we should talk about this. I guess I have been thinking about it pretty seriously." <br><br> His fingers began working in the lovely and relentless way that he knew I couldn't resist. "I'm claiming habeas corpus, Carol. Say fancy legal stuff... you know how hard it makes me when you speak Latin." I couldn't help but giggle, but I wouldn't be put off the topic. <br><br> "Do you think it's ok, Rick? I mean, really ok?" <br><br> He smiled and kissed my neck. "I knew you'd want to go back, Carol. I didn't just marry you for your smoking hotness, you know. I love your passion for your work. It inspires me, and I can't imagine you being without it forever." I was listening so intently that I didn't notice he'd gotten my panties down to my ankles. Damn him. And bless him. <br><br> "Nolo contendre, pater familius," I murmured. "Oh fuck," he said, entering me urgently from behind. In that moment it was an elegant response. "Volenti non fit injuria," I offered. Rick groaned deeply and sank himself deepest. He had me, body and soul. <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> As much as my husband was my other half, it was really my daughters who increasingly defined me. Stephanie and Caroline and I had been together almost constantly for the past five years and I'd seen them slowly become little people. The process was amazing and delightful, and of course challenging and scary too. Girls are noisy and messy and smelly and angry and impossible, just like their male counterparts. I'd had a chance to compare as I was growing up with my younger brother, and sometimes we'd actively compete to see who could shock or gross out our parents more. I usually won. My daughters and I had formed our own tiny tribe that made us feel a part of something bigger than us even when we were screaming at each other. <br><br> So, the thought of returning to work left me feeling both excited and empty. Knowing that Rick would have the chance to get closer to the girls made it much easier. He seemed more than ready to return to the relatively sedate roles of teacher and parent. His old school was glad to have him back to tame the high school science lab. I forced myself to trim the kids' extracurriculars down to a more reasonable schedule. Rick appreciated this, but clearly had some lingering uncertainty about his ability to re-engage with them. "What do you think they'll want to... you know... do with me?" he asked. "Just be with them, silly." As I said it, I realized that he probably didn't really know how to do this without me. "You're their Daddy and they miss you and they'll enjoy just being with you." That seemed to reassure him, but his concern was still in my mind when I saw the ad for the new local health and swim club. Swimming was something we hadn't done for lack of a decent pool, but drown-proofing the kids was high on my agenda and it had potential to be a great father-daughter bonding experience. <br><br> When we toured the club, I was really quite impressed. They were clearly focused on families, not just the hard-core yuppie athletes who seemed to dominate most gyms. In particular, I thought the Family Changing Room was a lovely idea. I didn't think twice about Rick and the girls using it. My quasi-hippie parents had a casual attitude about clothes around the house, and I'd shared a room with my brother until I was twelve. Seeing male anatomy had done me no harm. In fact, it made me mostly immune to the silly schoolgirl fascination with the subject until I was ready to understand the benefits such anatomy could bring to a girl. <br><br> At eight, Stephanie was just entering the inevitable shy phase. Until recently she'd enjoyed joining me in the bathtub from time to time, but lately had been insisting on her own showers. "Baths are for babies," she pronounced one day, looking pointedly at her younger sister. It was sad to see her begin to separate that way, since they'd been quite close for the most part. Of course they sometimes fought like wet cats in a sack, but the notion that "Caroline is a baby and I'm not" was a new part of the repertoire. "You'll both always be <i>my</i> babies," seemed to diffuse the situation, but Stephanie had begun to roll her eyes even at that. I had to content myself with Caroline's precious tush in my lap as I washed her very fine hair. <br><br> A girl's age is a relative thing. It operates within a range. Six years old can be three at times, and will try desperately to be twelve at others. Eight will be five when sleepy or scared, but will try on the airs of sixteen in the bright afternoon... especially at the Mall. God save us all, and especially our little girls, from the accursed Mall. <br><br> It was easy to project my unconcerned attitudes about family nudity onto the girls without really thinking. Rick reminded me that he hadn't been with them so much. They didn't have the benefit of a little brother who was unashamed to dangle about. And Rick seemed almost as shy as I expected Stephanie to be. It was cute. He blushed like a ten year old. I decided that some preemptive action was warranted before they started going to the club. <br><br> I love and hate the internet with equal intensity. Everything you'd ever want to know is at your fingertips, including things that you'll never be able to unsee however much you want to. As modern and liberated as I thought I was, I still felt unsure about having "The Talk" with my daughters without the support of an appropriate text. You have to be able to cite your sources! That had be thoroughly drummed into me in law school. So I gulped and Googled "sex ed for girls." After an awkward twenty minutes of avoid the porn and reading anxious and earnest blog posts by other mothers, I felt a little better prepared. I settled on a pretty basic book called "What's the Big Secret?" that seemed straightforward and not too detailed for my grade schoolers. <br><br> I'd love to tell you that I bucked up my courage and sat down with both of the girls for a serious but unashamed discussion about their bodies, and Daddy's body, and all that. I wish I was the Mom that can do that. With Stephanie though, I was pretty sure she'd flee from the room as soon as the topic came up. So, I chickened out. I left the book on Stephanie's nightstand one day when she was at school. I didn't say anything at dinner, trying subtly to read her facial expressions to see... I don't know what, exactly... that she looked enlightened? thankful? embarrassed? <br><br> After work the next day I felt a little defeated when I found the book under my pillow. I quietly knocked on Stephanie's door, book in hand, bracing myself. As soon as she saw me the eye rolling started. I tried to play along. "I know, I know... but... it's important you know some things, Steph, however totally awkward." <br><br> She looked daggers. "Mommmmmm... that book... it's for <i>babies</i>!" <br><br> I should have known that was coming. But at least she'd looked at it. "Ok, ok, but... well... do you have any, you know... questions?" She didn't hesitate for even a second before saying "When can I have an iPhone?" My turn for eye rolling. <br><br> I'm a bit prouder of how I did with Caroline. She's a curious child and so far seems uninfected by her sister's reserve or peevishness. I still read to her regularly, so that same night we tucked in with the book and went through it page by page. She made some faces, and actually did ask some questions ("You... and Daddy... did... THAT?"). By the end she was sleepy, her head on my chest and sucking her thumb, apparently untraumatized. I felt like a real mother, something that was rarer now that I was back at work. I'd prepared my precious daughters for their journeys into womanhood. Or at least made it a little less likely that they'd think their father had some strange deformity between his legs. <i>Maybe I should start a blog</i> flashed through my mind for just an instant, but I'm clearly not earnest enough. <h4>Chapter XII (Carol)</h4> I had to prod Rick to get him to take the girls to the pool. He was still settling into his fuller-time fatherhood and seemed a little uneasy about the club. Perhaps he'd actually thought about things a bit more than I had. This became clear when at dinner after their first swim Caroline casually announced that among other accomplishments that day she'd seen Daddy's penis. Stephanie's horrified reaction was predictable, but I was proud of how Caroline had correctly treated it as not a big deal. We had a good laugh. Caroline's shrug and my calm reaction appeared to dispel Rick's concerns. <br><br> It did occur to me that Caroline's innocent openness was perfect at home but probably not something we should share with (say) her teachers at school. Her newfound knowledge of anatomy didn't need to be this week's Show and Tell topic. That night when I tucked her in I took the opportunity to fine tune her boundaries. <br><br> "You had fun at the pool today with Daddy, lovebug?" She nodded quickly as I lay beside her and tucked her under my arm. "I can't wait to go with you too." I kissed her hair. It hadn't been easy to find the right language, because I didn't want to scare her or make her feel that there was something bad happening. I went on carefully. "You remember that we don't go outside without clothes on, right?" <br><br> Caroline looked a little confused. "We weren't outside, Mommy... we were in that room," she explained. <br><br> "That's right, sweetpea... it was ok to be undressed because you were in the room with just your family." Caroline looked thoughtful and popped her thumb into her mouth. "So, just like we only get undressed with our family, we also only talk about being undressed with our family." Caroline nodded a little but still had a perplexed expression. I felt I had to be more direct. "We don't talk about Daddy's penis with anyone except us. It's not... well, polite... outside of the family." I waited, feeling myself blushing. She appeared to process what I'd said. <br><br> "Ok Mommy," she said quietly, eyelids fluttering. I kissed her cheek with a wet smack and tucked her in snug. Another Real Mom moment, I thought. <br><br> Looking back on that moment now, I realize the obvious. What I'd communicated to Caroline was that there are things that happen in families that you aren't to talk about outside of the family. It gave me a sense of comfort, knowing that we had established a little sphere of privacy around us. After all, there was nothing to be worried about. We hadn't created the Family Changing Room. We were using it exactly as it was intended. We just didn't want anyone to misunderstand. <br><br> Rick told me about Stephanie's refusal to change with him in the room. I was disappointed in her, though not too surprised. I'd been raised a bit differently and she hadn't been around her father all that much for the last few years. When I went to tuck her in she had her guns already loaded. <br><br> "I won't, Mommy. I'm not a baby. It's weird." Her lower lip was fixed. <br><br> I played The Adult. "Actually, the way you're acting right now is just like a baby." <br><br> She looked hurt, but I stood my ground. "Don't you think it's awful to make your father and sister stand outside just because you're too precious for them to see you undressed?" I'd told myself I wasn't going to say the next part, but I found the words coming out anyway. "Your father changed your diapers, you know." An appeal to her sense of fairness. I forgot for a moment that she was eight. <br><br> Of course it backfired. "Yah he did. When I was a BABY." Arms crossed. Face red. This wasn't going as I'd hoped, so I resorted to shameless emotional manipulation. <br><br> "You've hurt your father's feelings badly, Stephanie. He thinks that you don't like him. I know he's been away a lot, but he's at home now and he wants nothing more than to be closer to you." <br><br> It was true that Rick was feeling the price of his time away, and this appeared to sink in with Stephanie. Her eyes dropped and her face softened. She stammered a little. "I t-thought... I thought maybe he was away so much because he didn't like... us." I could tell that she'd almost said "me." There it was... the real issue. I should have known. My heart melted for her and I hugged her to my chest. She let me. <br><br> "That's the farthest thing from the truth there can be, Steph. He adores us and was trying to do the best thing for the family, working so hard so we'd have everything we need, and so that I could be at home with you all the time. And he misses you terribly. So you need to give him a chance. And don't be silly... wear a towel if you feel like you have to." I hoped to end on an easier note. She nodded and wiped her eyes surreptitiously, trying to pretend that she wasn't crying. I didn't let on that I'd seen. <br><br> "It's not weird?" she said quietly. Still not completely letting go. <br><br> "It's family, Stephanie. The Family Changing Room. It's why they made it. Only a baby would think it's weird." Gotcha. She slowly withdrew her lower lip. <br><br> I didn't tell Rick about Stephanie's feelings of abandonment. He didn't deserve to feel any worse than he already did about being absent so much. And deep inside, I was afraid that the girls would be saying the same things about me if I didn't keep some kind of balance. To say that I was feeling separation anxiety would be putting it mildly. I ached every day to be at home with my precious little ones, but it just wouldn't have been fair to saddle Rick with that all over again. I vowed to make it work regardless, to be Mommy and Lawyer in equal measures. <h4>Chapter XIII (Carol)</h4> I was happy to see that Rick and Stephanie showed every sign of bonding over the next few weeks. Rick was visibly more relaxed. He appreciated being back in his preferred profession and playing a meaningful role in the kids' lives. Stephanie appeared happy and seemed to let go of her excessive modesty. The pool became a regular part of the routine, and The Family Changing Room proved to be a Godsend. My one experimental visit to the Ladies' locker room with the girls showed beyond doubt that they weren't ready to be left to their own devices there. <br><br> Saturdays were soccer days, and often we had to divide and conquer to get to both girls' games. When it was Rick's turn to take Stephanie, it often left me some precious time alone with Caroline. It was a particularly muddy Saturday when Caroline and I got back from her early game to find that the other half of the family had already departed. We were both a mess, her more than me as all the kids had been slipping and sliding on the wet field. Fortunately six year-olds are low to the ground and the falling became more a source of giggles than of injuries. <br><br> I felt an urgent need to be clean and a desperate need to snuggle my youngest child. It had been a long week at work. "We need an emergency bath, love bug. I don't even want these clothes in the house. Let's just leave them in the laundry room." <br><br> Caroline kicked her sneakers off onto the unruly shoe pile in the hall. My sandals followed and we padded off to the nearby laundry room. Her dripping clothes were in a pile on the floor before I had my top off. I smiled at her perfect little round face, filthy though it was. I slid off my shorts and discovered that I was wet to the skin. It felt natural to shed the rest too, and I had a moment of pride in the comfort my daughter and I had in our bodies. Hers, a picture of innocence, unblemished and soft, with a tummy that still rounded out just a bit. Mine, a mother's body, far from perfect to begin with (though Rick always corrected me when I said such things) and still bearing the signs of giving birth... but well-maintained, at least. Going to the pool regularly had lots of benefits, and I felt as toned as I had been since college. I scooped up my youngest daughter and carried her bare bottom in the crook of my arm up the stairs to the bathroom. <br><br> We stood in the tub and I rinsed us off with the shower head before filling it with water hot enough to tingle. I felt a deep sigh release from my chest as we settled in up to our necks, Caroline laying against me on her side. One small hand fell naturally onto my left breast. I was thankful that mine were small. Seeing what happened to the big ones as they aged wasn't appealing to me and I couldn't help but imagine that it wouldn't appeal to Rick, either. My mother's had been much larger and when I was little they'd made her seem like something of a different species to me, rather than something I would grow up to be. Mine didn't seem to intimidate the girls, and I found that to be a good thing. The fact that I kept fully shaved from the waist down had similar benefits. It was easier for my young daughters to identify with me. Rick seemed to like it too, which led to some very nice extended episodes appreciating his lovely tongue with my fingers tangled in his hair. <br><br> Immersion in the warm tub brought some of these other warm thoughts to my mind. I'd been traveling the week before and hadn't had much alone time with Rick. I loved him and I needed him, especially when things got intense at work. His touch heals me in ways nothing else can. When he enters me it feels as though I've always been empty until that moment, that the fullness is something perfect, something intended. I've never thought it to be an admission of weakness or incompleteness on my part to say that I need his cock. Yin and Yang are meant to go together. They fulfill each other. <br><br> I felt Caroline's small hand move over my chest and I looked to see her tentatively extending a finger to touch my nipple. My wandering mind had evoked a physical response. "Pointy," my daughter astutely observed. I smiled, "Yes, sweetpea... sometimes they do that." She nodded a little, her smooth cheek against my shoulder. "That's cuz they make milk for babies." She remembered The Talk, at least most of it. "That's right, honey. They did, for you and for Stephanie." <br><br> Caroline nodded again. "Ya Mommy. I remember." <br><br> I was a little surprised. When Stephanie had been born, I'd still been at work. Nursing her was something I was committed to in spirit, but it was difficult. I was very sensitive and she wasn't gentle and I was always pressed for time, so we'd struggled through the first six months. I continued to express milk for her for a few months after that, but I was frankly relieved when she was fully weaned. I'd done my best. <br><br> When Caroline came along and I became a stay-at-home Mom it was very different. I had the time and patience for both she and I to learn how she could feed regularly and comfortably. It gradually became pleasurable for me. Oxytocin is a very nice drug indeed. Rick reaped major benefits as well because after I fed Caroline I would often shamelessly jump his bones. Of course I researched it. About half of women who breastfeed experience some level of arousal as a result. It's a natural thing. And regardless of the childbearing hormones, having my nipples sucked has always made me horny. My wonderful future husband discovered this about me when we were dating in high school and has exploited it ever since. <br><br> So I'd been in no hurry at all to wean Caroline. I fed her regularly until she was one, and allowed her to nurse when she liked after that. When she turned two the frequency had diminished quite a lot and I thought it was largely behind us. But then Stephanie started preschool and I found myself alone with Caroline for a few hours each day. I think we were both feeling the absence of her older sister, and it seemed to spur a need for more closeness. This manifested as Caroline wanting to nurse more often, and I wasn't adverse to it. She'd ask a few times a week until she was a little over three years old before she seemed to lose interest. <br><br> I guess I'd assumed that Caroline was still too little to form permanent memories from those times. Apparently not. <br><br> "What do you remember, love bug?" I ventured, not wanting to assume. <br><br> "I 'member that when Stephanie went to school that sometimes we did it and you said we can only do it at home." Her slender index finger was now gently poking at my stiffened nipple, innocently exploring as we talked. <br><br> I winced a little at the last part of this memory. I had said that to her. As much as I was an open-minded mother, I didn't trust the other mothers in our circle to be non-judgmental about my nursing a three-year-old. "If they're old enough to ask for it, they're too old to do it," I recall one of them saying in response to an article about breastfeeding beyond infancy. Seems I'd been promoting the idea of family secrets even then. <br><br> "I 'member it was nice," Caroline went on, simply. <br><br> I smiled down at my lovely daughter. "It was nice, wasn't it?" I gave her bottom a squeeze under the water. <br><br> I'm not really sure how to describe what happened that day. I honestly don't know if I encouraged her. If I nudged her head. If I smiled in the way I used to when inviting her to suckle. If I turned slightly to present myself to her. What I do know is that I felt her mouth close on me, on my right nipple that somehow was in just the right place. I looked down and found her eyes looking up to mine, an expression of curiosity and some doubt... and bliss, I think... a small flutter of her eyelids, her sleepy happy face from when she was three. It transported me, back in time and back to that bliss. I gasped and she looked worried... paused... but didn't withdraw. <br><br> I suppose I should have stopped her. I could have done it gently and not lose the closeness of the moment. I could have told her that she was being silly and kissed her forehead, and we would have had a nice giggle. <br><br> Instead my mind recalled a memory. Caroline was about one and I was feeding her in bed, lying on my side. She was half asleep and only suckling on and off. A perfectly peaceful moment, made even nicer by the feeling of Rick sliding into bed behind me. He drew back my hair and kissed my neck, his hands naturally wandering. I felt him caress my bottom. "You are the most beautiful mother there ever was," he whispered. "Say that to my stretch marks," I whined, reflexively. He pinched my butt, hard enough to hurt. I winced and squirmed, but I understood. He doesn't let me talk myself down. <br><br> His hand moved lower and probed between my legs. He felt my heat and wetness. I felt his breath quicken. In the next instant he was fully inside me, our bodies locked together seamlessly. I gasped. Caroline stirred. "Rick..." I began. He twisted my clit in his fingers in response. I trembled. I tried again. "Rick... we..." He withdrew his hardness a little. I closed my eyes and reached back for him, abandoning my protest... just then, emptiness was unthinkable. We fucked silently, breath catching in our throats. I came in waves that seemed to never stop, more intensely than anything I'd ever experienced. Caroline stirred again, eyelids open a slit as she dozed. With him still inside, I panted in a whisper. "You are a VERY bad man," I said. He looked at me, and over my shoulder at our daughter. <br><br> "I need you, Carol. And I want you. Completely and without limits. Nothing will change that and you're not allowed to forget it, not ever." <br><br> I nodded and sighed, and held Caroline close to my chest as he slowly softened within me. Needed and wanted. Bliss. <br><br> My attention returned to the present as a small tooth grazed my swollen nipple. Caroline's eyes were unfocused, her cheeks moving only slightly. I ran my fingers through her wet hair. I spoke very quietly. "Careful, sweetpea." And then, after a long moment. "You know there won't be any milk, honey... it's all gone." She looked a little disappointed. Still, in a few seconds, her suckling resumed. My free hand slipped under the water and down my tummy, feeling the lingering marks of motherhood in my flesh. And lower, warmth. Rick's fingers... my fingers. I let my eyes drift closed. We stayed in the tub until the water got chilly. <h4>Chapter XIV (Carol)</h4> Is it wrong to want closeness? I think it's a basic human need, maybe the most powerful of all. <br><br> I really was happy for Rick and how he'd re-engaged with the girls. In particular he and Stephanie seemed to have found each other. It was sweet to see how they joked and smiled now, more comfortable together than they'd ever been. She was definitely becoming Daddy's girl, and why shouldn't she? What girl doesn't go through that phase? <br><br> Being away from home for ten hours a day made me deeply appreciate the family time I'd had for the last five years. I missed it terribly, and it started to work on me in bad ways. Could it be that I was actually jealous of the relationship my eight year old daughter was forming with her father? That would be ridiculous, and dumb, and very unlike me. Still, I couldn't deny that those thoughts jabbed themselves into my brain at times, especially when I was tired and stressed from work. <br><br> That's how I rationalized my behavior with Caroline. It felt selfish and strange, but I told myself that I needed to be closer to her as the rest of my family seemed to be slipping further away. She was my baby, and I wanted her to be my baby forever. There are mothers who nurse their six year-olds. An increasing number. And my arousal, that's natural too. I hadn't let Caroline see anything... my hand was under the water. No harm done, and it made us both feel warm and cozy and happy. <br><br> The next morning was Sunday and we stayed lazy in bed as we woke up. Rick curled up around me and cupped my breasts from behind, as he was wont to do. It was always a most welcome source of warmth. This time though, I winced a little. I was sore. <br><br> Rick looked at the calendar. He knew my cycles as well as I did, bless him. He looked at me thoughtfully. <br><br> "It's not... yet, is it?" he asked, gently. <br><br> I shook my head. A little blush of guilt that I hoped he didn't see. <br><br> "You're not..." he started. I read his mind and quickly said, "No, it's not that." I was not pregnant, I was sure. <br><br> I lied. It wasn't the first time. Whenever I did it, I always told myself it would be the last. Rick looked concerned so I had to say something. I blamed it on work, which I told myself was true in a sense. <br><br> "It's the damn work clothes. I'm not used to them again yet. So be gentle with me, you barbarian." I meant it in many ways. <br><br> Rick nodded and kissed the back of my neck. He made a butchery of Arnold's Conan voice. "I miss you, my Amazon queen. Your conquests bring us honor and treasure, but you remain the sole object of our devotion." His head went under the covers and worked its way down my body with little kisses. I laughed and tried to push him away. He persisted... wedged my thighs apart with his scratchy chin. I gave myself over and rode his tongue like a Mongul girl astride a pony galloping on the steppe. (Goofy sexual metaphors can be hot when someone's licking you. Don't judge.) <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> Of course I knew that children have sexual feelings. I had them myself when I was young, but they were vague and distant and not understood until I was well past my tenth birthday. Perhaps things were different then, or I was a late bloomer. I shouldn't have been surprised by Stephanie's questions, but I was. The way she'd asked seemed a little odd... <i>Can people have sex with themselves?</i> She knew about sex, because I'd told her about it. Well, given her a book about it, at least. And girls talk. She and Andrea were in constant whispered giggles when they were together. I wondered if I should have a talk with Andrea's mother, and then quickly dismissed the idea. Best to keep this in the family. <br><br> When I told Rick, he was typically thoughtful and supportive. I think he was shocked too, but he seldom overreacted to things. Mainly he responded to my worries that I'd gone too far in explaining how to do it. It helped, but I was still concerned, especially when Stephanie started keeping her door closed for long stretches of time. <br><br> The thought of Stephanie masturbating disturbed me. As I examined my feelings, I realized that it was probably disturbing me more than it should. I went back to the internet with trepidation, typing in several variants of search terms before pressing Enter. Even so, I got it wrong on the first try. Googling 'daughter masturbates' gave me a page full of links to porn videos with titles like 'Daughter masturbates for Daddy.' That was just what I didn't need. 'Daughter asked about masturbation' was a better choice. The results were pretty much what I'd expected, mostly reassuring articles that it's all natural and important to talk about and how as a parent you have to treat it unemotionally. Easy for them to say. <br><br> It could have been worse. Stephanie had felt that she could ask me. That was a Real Parent moment and made me feel close to her all over again. Most kids would never ask, I imagine. Other moms faced even tougher questions ('Help! My eight year old asked me what a blowjob is'). Others had girls who were actively and openly masturbating as toddlers. Way more awkward than my situation. <br><br> In my mind I went over and over my conversation with her. Could I have handled it better? Maybe, but I think I did just fine. I didn't cross any lines, according to the 'experts.' Some said I should have used the opportunity to be more explicit ('Why I taught my daughter what a vibrator was when she was ten'), but she'd seemed satisfied with my answers and that felt like success. <br><br> Still, there was something niggling at me as I looked at Stephanie's closed door. It finally struck me... it was what she'd said about why people do it... <i>Or if they love somebody but they can't have sex with them.</i> Was Stephanie in love with someone? The thought of her masturbating bothered me, but the notion that she might have a crush on some boy and translate that into wanting to have sex with him was a whole different issue. This was something for which I was completely not prepared. <br><br> It was my turn to take Stephanie to soccer the next Saturday. On the way in the car, I tried what I thought was a subtle approach. "That boy in your class, you know... Ryan? The one with the blue eyes. I bet girls like him." <br><br> She looked at me like I had two heads. "Mom. Don't. Even." <br><br> I pressed on. "You don't think he's cute?" Eye rolling. <br><br> "He's a little less disgusting than the other boys, I guess," was the considered response. I found this reassuring. After a moment, something more helpful. "Andrea likes him." Another pause. "She likes his brother more though." <br><br> It turns out that Ryan's brother is 12, three years older than Andrea. Rick was three years older than me, and I'd discovered him when I was 11. I could relate a bit. "So when she was talking to you about... sex... was she talking about him, then?" <br><br> Stephanie shrugged, staring out of the car window, clearly embarrassed by the whole discussion. I took her next question as an attempt to change the subject. "Dad has blue eyes too. Is that why you liked him?" <br><br> I smiled as we arrived at the soccer field. "I liked everything there was about your father, sweetpea." She ran off to join her team without looking back at me. <h4>Chapter XV (Carol)</h4> Stephanie's classmates were starting to think about boys. Andrea at least was starting to think about them actively. Although Steph still seemed actively disinterested, I was sure it wouldn't be long until that changed. This contributed to my general sense that I was losing touch with my children. I was cooking up a thick gumbo of feelings with a pungent base stock distilled from guilt at being absent. I felt like I had to do something, change something, to regain some sense of relevance. <br><br> At the time, I was convinced that my talk with Rick about barring Stephanie from the Family Changing Room was entirely motivated by my concern for our daughter. Maybe I'd been wrong in pushing her to get over her modesty. If she really was masturbating, it was time for me to think of her as more grown up. Rick seemed to agree, though I could tell he was a little saddened. The pool had become an important part of their bonding, I knew. He too didn't want our little girl to grow up too fast and become distant. <br><br> I felt an odd sense of satisfaction after we'd decided. Thinking about it later, I had to ask myself if I'd made an issue of it for less noble reasons. Some part of me didn't want Rick to be closer to Stephanie than I was. If I had to be away, it was perversely comforting to keep some distance between them as well. I was revolted by this insight, but I couldn't deny it. It didn't help that when I'd talked to Stephanie about it that night she'd been very confused and hurt. <br><br> She was quiet for quite a while as she digested the decision. It was barely a whisper when she spoke. "Daddy will think I don't like him... again... like before." I saw the wetness build in her eyes and winced. <br><br> "No, Stephanie. We've talked about it. You're... growing up. He understands. It'll be fine, I promise. You can still go to the pool and do all the other things you do with him." <br><br> Another long pause. "It's soooo gross in the ladies, Mom." She meant it, but I could tell she was negotiating. The influence of her lawyer mother, I noted with pride. <br><br> "It's not. It's natural. It'll be good for you to know how different people are." <br><br> "I already know how different people are. They're gross." I raised my eyebrows and gave her a disappointed look. She looked away, relenting on this point at least. <br><br> "But I just... I mean... I just... got used to it... with Daddy. I don't mind it anymore, I mean." <br><br> "And I'm very proud of you for that, Steph. Your father is too. But we've agreed that this is the right decision." <br><br> Her shoulders shook a little. "It's not fair." She was looking down, her face very red. Sad? Angry? It was hard to tell. <br><br> I kissed her forehead and closed the door behind me on the way out of her room. <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> I let Rick take Stephanie to lunch and the Mall the next day. I wanted them to know that I wasn't trying to come between them. I had no indication that Rick was thinking that way, but I was painfully aware that I might be. <br><br> When they had left I curled up with Caroline on the couch and read to her for a bit. She was restless and squirmy. My suggestions of a sandwich, a movie, and coloring all met with a shake of her small blond head. She finally took her thumb from her mouth. "Bath please, Mommy." It was more of a statement than a request. I brushed back her fine hair. "You just had one last night, Caroline." She stuck out her lip. "I know." Sometimes six is four, or even three. I smiled. "Ok, love bug. Up we go then." <br><br> I carried her upstairs and turned on the water. As I started to undress, I saw her just standing and watching me. "What is it, sweetpea?" I asked. "Do mine too," she said. She was feeling very little that day, it seems. I finished stripping off and knelt by the tub. We tickled and giggled like we hadn't for years as I took off her clothes. I felt needed. I had my baby girl back, at least for these precious moments, and it was lovely. <br><br> We settled into the gently steaming water and I washed her hair slowly, laying her back to rinse. She nestled against my chest. I closed my eyes, my hand on her bottom, pulling her close. It wasn't long before I felt her mouth at my breast. In that instant I knew that I'd hoped for it, that I wanted it. I wouldn't have admitted it even to myself, but it was true. I shifted a bit to give her easier access, and trembled as she latched on and began to suckle. My entire body reacted with a powerful rush of warmth. I imagined that I felt my womb contract, a fleeting ghost of childbearing long past. I sighed deeply and let my free hand wander. <br><br> In a moment (how long? I don't know, but the water was still warm) I felt Caroline stir. I opened my eyes a little and smiled down at her. Her face was flushed and peaceful, cheeks caving gently. She moved again and her brow furrowed a bit. I let my eyes travel down her slender shiny arm to where it went beneath the water... and further... to see her hand. Her tiny, six year-old hand. The hand that held mine so tight when she was scared, the fingers too short to wrap around her glass of milk. Her perfect little hand was nestled between her legs... those legs parted just enough... the hand not still, but moving. The fingers moving, obscured by the soapy water but still clear to me. The fingers moving through the pale soft folds. Moving, and rubbing. Her bottom shifted against me... her face reddened more... she breathed in, broke her mouth's contact with my nipple... shut her eyes tight... trembled in my arms, her short legs stretching straight for just a moment, making a soft splash... held rigid there... shivered... and then very slowly relaxed, melting against me. <br><br> Her eyes opened halfway and she looked up. No words, from her or from me. Her face said all that was needed. It said <i>bliss</i>. <h4>To be continued...</h4> <i><p> I'd love to hear your feedback. You can contact me at <a href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=Family Changing Room on asstr">[email protected]</a> <br> My other work can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/~Joshua_Woode/">Joshua Woode's stories</a> </i></p> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="CoffeeCup HTML Editor (www.coffeecup.com)"> <meta name="dcterms.created" content="Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:45:18 GMT"> <meta name="description" content=""> <meta name="keywords" content=""> <title>The Language of Coercion #htgab</title> <style type="text/css"> <!-- body { color:#000000; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url('Background Image'); background-repeat:no-repeat; } a { color:#0000FF; } a:visited { color:#800080; } a:hover { color:#008000; } a:active { color:#FF0000; } --> </style> <!--[if IE]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"></script> <![endif]--> <style type="text/css"> <!-- .tab { margin-left: 40px; } --> </style> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Joshua Woode"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="The Language of Coercion"> <META NAME="shs-part" CONTENT="How to get a boy... Part 2"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="An exploration of the role of language in shaping a child"> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="Mb coercion"> </head> <body style="margin-left:5%; margin-right:5%"> <br> <i>This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. </i> <br> <h3>The Language of Coercion</h3> A man named Jeremy got in touch with me after reading one of my published pieces, <a href="https://pastebin.com/jFXkhvZS">"How to get a boy to take off his pants."</a> We exchanged emails about what it might have been like to have a father who systematically practiced the techniques described there. Jeremy was interested in the role of language that a parent could use to develop a level of comfort with nudity in a child, and where that might lead. How might a boy have experienced this? How would he later reflect on the experience as an adult? <br><br> Jeremy began to share his story with me. I helped to guide his exploration with questions. I think the dialog reveals some insight into how powerfully words can shape thinking and behavior. I very much appreciate Jeremy's willingness to discuss such a vivid scenario regarding the language of coercion. <br><br> My questions appear below <i>in italics.</i> Jeremy's responses are indented. <br><br> <i>Jeremy, what did you respond to when you read "How to get a boy to take off his pants?"</i> <p class="tab">Dad found so many ways to get me naked man. I think most of the stuff you talk about in your story is stuff he did at one point or another. Pissing outdoors, needing to wash my clothes, needing to "make sure I was okay down there." Or sometimes just walking in when I was in the shower or whatever. But honestly I think he really liked the process of encouraging me to undress, and watching. Some of the phrases you mentioned were really familiar too. "Underpants off too, Jeremy" was something I heard a lot. And "It's just guys," of course. That was a big one.</p> <p class="tab">He was really into sex talk. He always kinda tried to make it seem educational, but was always wanting to talk to me in lots of detail about "my changing body" and stuff like that. And always wanted me to verbalize too &ndash; like when I was shy during those talks he would kinda stop me and make me start over, using all the words he wanted me to use.</p> <p class="tab">He was a showoff too. He was going naked a lot during that whole period &ndash; walking around while he was toweling off, showering and changing with the door open, just being generally "casual" about being naked. And would talk about that too &ndash; "It's okay to be curious about my adult penis, you don't have to look away." Stuff like that.</p> <p class="tab">I still think about it all a lot obviously.</p> <i>Did his behavior extend to public places also?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, he made it clear that showering wasn't optional when swimming at the Y, and that that meant showering without a swimsuit like some guys did.</p> <i>At what ages did you experience it most intensely?</i> <p class="tab">It definitely started intensifying when I was around 11/12.</p> <i>What's your earliest memory of him getting you naked, or being naked with you, that you started to realize wasn't so typical?</i> <p class="tab">Hmmmm, that's an interesting question. I remember being naked some when I was really little, although I think that was in a more "normal" way. I think the first time when I was older was when I was probably like 11, and I walked by Dad's door while he was "getting dressed." His bedroom door was open and he was casually toweling off, and as soon as I walked by he started talking to me about normal stuff &ndash; not about sex, but like, about homework or school or something &ndash; but kept toweling off while he talked &ndash; really showing off when I look back on it.</p> <i>Was he erect?</i> <p class="tab">No, although thinking about it now I'm sure he was semi, but still hanging soft. But I remember at a certain point he kinda smiled and said like, "You know, you don't need to be shy about looking at my penis. It's normal to be curious especially as you're getting older. And being naked around each other is no big deal you know &ndash; it's just a guy thing."</p> <i>You said he took you to the YMCA as well... when did that start?</i> <p class="tab">Probably a few months before I turned 12. I know that I was already getting hair and stuff when he started taking me since I was kind of self conscious of it.</p> <i>Interesting that there wasn't anything notable before then. I would have thought it would have made things easier to be working on you from an earlier age.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah. In my Dad's case I think he was pretty focused on puberty. Might have been when he really started exploring it at all, you know?</p> <i>How did you respond when he said it was ok to look?</i> <p class="tab">I was super embarrassed, because it meant that he had noticed me looking. Blushed really hard, probably started stuttering a little bit and kinda left as soon as I could, but then thought about it a lot later. Like a lot haha.</p> <i>Masturbated to it?</i> <p class="tab">Kinda. At that point I wasn't exactly masturbating yet, but would get hard and kinda grind against something or whatever. But yeah, eventually I masturbated thinking about it, without really knowing what I was doing or why.</p> <i>What's the next event that you recall?</i> <p class="tab">Not exactly an event but the next stage, before the Y, was like him finding ways to see me naked. I mean, he'd seen me occasionally before that probably, but that was the point that I realize now he really started doing it in an intentional, thought-out way.</p> <i>How would he do it?</i> <p class="tab">Was kind of situational, but some of the same stuff from your story &ndash; took me hiking and pissed with me, encouraged me to take my clothes off while he watched after yard work so he could wash them. He would come up with excuses to come into the bathroom while I was in the shower.</p> <i>Is there one time in particular that stands out, where he seemed insistent in a way that struck you?</i> <p class="tab">I guess the time after the yard work was probably the least slick &ndash; there was really no reason not for me to take them off in my room and then change into other clothes. And he even said something like, "It's good for me to get a sense of how you're growing up."</p> <i>So it went beyond the utilitarian reason.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, exactly.</p> <i>You knew he wanted to see your penis.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, although I didn't get that it was because he was a perv.</p> <i>That must have made it much more intense. How much did he have to prod you to get you fully naked?</i> <p class="tab">It's funny, there's one phrase he used several times that has definitely stuck with me. Just a little thing really but when I would hesitate about the last step of taking off my underwear. His tone kinda changing, sort of gentle and firm at the same time: "Underpants too, Jeremy."</p> <i>Did you ever push back at that?</i> <p class="tab">The first couple of times at the Y, yes. Because it was even more intense because there were other guys around and because I knew I'd get an erection.</p> <i>At the Y you knew you'd have to take them off to put on a bathing suit, yes?</i> <p class="tab">Right, but that you can do really quickly, just like slide them off and on. This was so we could shower before swimming, which was technically a rule that they had posted but I don't think people really did it usually.</p> <i>You mentioned he insisted on that being naked, as opposed to showering in your swim suit.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, although plenty of people did shower naked, so that part wasn't all that unusual.</p> <i>The first time he used that phrase with you ("Underpants too"), was it the yard work?</i> <p class="tab">I can't remember if he used it that time, but he definitely might have. I know he said something like, "Don't worry, you don't have anything I haven't seen before." Which looking back I always thought, was kind of silly.</p> <i>When's the first time you clearly remember?</i> <p class="tab">The Y is the first time I definitely remember him using that phrase, but I bet he'd used it before and I just put them all together in my head.</p> <i>The "don't worry" line is a variant of "we're all guys."</i> <p class="tab">Yes, and he used that one for sure too, or some combination. I mean, it's like, "I know you've seen a dick before, but it's different cause it's MINE," you know?</p> <i>When you undressed at the Y, you got erections?</i> <p class="tab">Usually, yes. Not like a sustained erection usually, because it made me so nervous, but it definitely came and went.</p> <i>Did he comment there? How did you deal with it?</i> <p class="tab">Honestly it's kind of surprising to me that some of the other men at the Y didn't get suspicious. He had mentioned it before the first time we went. "Don't worry if you get an erection &ndash; it happens to all guys every now and then, especially when they're your age and just starting to become sexual." "Everyone there knows it's just something that happens." And then when it did happen he would just kind of smile and me and raise his eyebrows a little, like he was kinda reassuring me.</p> <i>Had it even occurred to you before, or did he plant the thought?</i> <p class="tab">No, it had definitely occurred to me, especially since he had seen me erect by that point too. So I knew it was something that happened.</p> <i>When your Dad first told you about going to the Y, how did he talk about the locker room?</i> <p class="tab">He brought it up very directly. "You know, I realize guys your age sometimes get shy about the locker room, but being naked in front of other guys is just part of being a man, and you're going to be naked while you're changing and also while you're showering." He kinda let me know that it wasn't optional, kind of implying that being shy about it was babyish or something.</p> <i>Yes, that language, "You're going to be naked..." Just matter-of-fact. Your nudity was inevitable.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, not being too forceful about it, but not presenting it as a choice either.</p> <i>So the Y was his main forcing function.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, pretty much. I never really thought of it as force but you're right.</p> <i>Do you think he was hard during that conversation?</i> <p class="tab">I'm almost sure. He'd probably planned it out with his pervy buds and masturbated thinking about it.</p> <i>Did he talk more about the locker room on the way to the Y in the car, that first time?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. He was basically reminding that it was normal to be a little apprehensive the first few times you were naked in front of other guys, but that he didn't want me to be one of those people playing the "towel game," like changing under your towel and stuff like that.</p> <i>Had that occurred to you, changing under your towel?</i> <p class="tab">I'd seen people do it at the pool occasionally, and he reminded me that there was no one in there who hadn't seen a penis. But also that it was a guy thing to be kinda curious and check out what everyone else had. That it was just something people tried to be discreet about, but that I shouldn't be surprised if I noticed people looking. He emphasized that looking was guy stuff, kinda like a locker room tradition.</p> <i>Do you remember looking at other guys, and your Dad later commenting that he'd seen you looking at one in particular?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, although sometimes I think he stretched that a little. I remember there was one boy who was an older teenager, and it's true that I was really curious about that, but I was also extra shy about it, so I was kinda purposely trying to look less. But dad brought it up right away. <br>"I noticed you were pretty curious about the older boy you were changing across from. It's kind of cool seeing how guys develop, huh?" <br>"He had a pretty big penis. He's probably about adult size at this point &ndash; you're getting there too." <br>"It's kind of interesting how different parts of boys grow at different rates."</p> <i>Was this mostly in the car on the way home?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, almost always. I got used to that being "body talk" time.</p> <i>Were you hard during those rides?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, always. I kinda learned to keep it under control mostly in the locker room, but whenever he would start talking about that stuff I'd totally bone up.</p> <i>Did he notice and comment?</i> <p class="tab">He kinda smiled and raised his eyebrows at it once or twice but he never mentioned it during those specific talks I don't think. In a way I think he was trying to kinda walk a balance &ndash; sexualizing it quietly, but still wanting to make those chats feel very "fatherly." Mentioning my erection might have thrown that off a bit.</p> <i>How had he seen you erect before the Y?</i> <p class="tab">Pretty much every time I'd be naked in front of him I'd end up boning, and he'd just say something quiet about it. "It happens to everyone, kiddo, and I'm glad to see you're growing up." Things like that.</p> <i>I expect it was very encouraging for him given his goals.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, I'm sure that's true. Not sure if he would have pressed things further otherwise.</p> <i>Did any of the other men at the Y ever talk to you? Was any of it ever suggestive?</i> <p class="tab">There were a few times when I noticed guys looking pretty openly, but no one ever said anything.</p> <i>Did Dad seem aware of them looking?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, there was like twice he mentioned it later.</p> <i>I'm imagining that having you exposed to them excited him too.</i> <p class="tab">I know it did, yeah. I think he liked seeing me naked, but also like having other guys see me, and also liked the fact that I was seeing them too.</p> <i>What did he say when he mentioned it?</i> <p class="tab">"I noticed that man in the shower was really looking at your privates &ndash; I hope that didn't embarrass you." <br> "Lots of men are just as curious about boys who are developing as you are about their adult penises."</p> <i>Interesting that he used the term "privates," while he was making quite sure that they weren't private at all.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, he didn't always use that word but he did emphasize it now and then in those situations.</p> <i>Did he expose you publicly in other places as well?</i> <p class="tab">Once while camping, in the showers there, but that's pretty much it.</p> <i>Were you expecting it?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, I knew that there would be showers there, and also, that was by the time Dad and I were already having sex regularly. Oh, once before that was the locker room at a water park, but that wasn't that different from the Y.</p> <i>Were there other boys your age at the Y?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, although a lot of them didn't shower naked. Some did though, and several who were a bit older and seemed maybe like they were showing off some too.</p> <i>Did they look at, giggle perhaps, at your nakedness?</i> <p class="tab">I definitely saw other boys looking for sure, but they were usually kinda shy themselves I think, so there was no giggling or anything. And obviously younger boys would sometimes stare pretty openly.</p> <i>Did you ever enjoy it back then, the feeling of others looking at you? Or of your Dad looking at you?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, it was funny &ndash; was like something that made me really nervous and kinda weirded out, but was a turnon too. Another one of those things I'd kinda want to get over with while it was happening but then would think a lot about later.</p> <i>Did you ever get to the point of wanting your Dad to see you naked?</i> <p class="tab">A little bit. Kinda hard to explain. I had such conflicted feelings about it, and hard to separate out what was because I wanted him to see and what was because I knew that he thought it was a "grown up" thing to be less modest, if that makes sense. But I sometimes started leaving my door open while I was changing and stuff, even if just a crack.</p> <i>Did he make specific comments about your penis?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, fairly often.</p> <i>What would he say about your penis? Or specifically about your testicles?</i> <p class="tab">"Wow, I notice that your testicles are starting to drop, that's a really important sign of sexual maturity." <br> "Your penis is really getting thicker &ndash; you and I are going to have to have another chat about body changes at some point." <br> "Hey, your little patch of sexual hair is becoming really noticeable."</p> <i>"Sexual hair"... his intent was pretty clear. Did he ever examine you in a more explicit way? Before the sex started, I mean.</i> <p class="tab">No &ndash; that's a fantasy that's hot but he never took it quite that far at that stage. I think about that idea a lot though.</p> <i>Do you recall ever overtly exposing yourself to him at a time where it wasn't necessary?</i> <p class="tab">Like I say, I remember starting to leave the door open while I was changing in my bedroom, or walking to my room naked after a shower, thinking he might see, but nothing really more overt than that.</p> <i>I wondered if you started walked naked from the shower to your room or such.</i> <p class="tab">Not all the time but sometimes, when I was feeling kinda daring or whatever.</p> <i>Does anything particular stand out from your first trip to the Y?</i> <p class="tab">Hmmm, it's kind of a blur since I was feeling so weird about it, but I remember him kinda giving me a "look" when we were walking to the shower. He had his towel over his shoulder and I had mine wrapped around me. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was kinda saying, "Really?"</p> <i>The "you're being a baby" look.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. But in a loving way.</p> <i>Did he undress from the bottom at the Y?</i> <p class="tab">Not in the way you described (in "How to get a boy..."), although I really liked that detail. But once he was naked he kind of lingered that way.</p> <i>Was your towel over your shoulder from then on?</i> <p class="tab">Not from then on, but I picked it up fairly quickly. After the first two or three visits probably. I had such butterflies in my tummy the first time.</p> <i>He reassured you when he saw that, I expect.</i> <p class="tab">Again, just a smile, but he mentioned it later.</p> <i>Were you stiff, that first time?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. It was something I'd been kind of thinking about and nervous/excited about, and was a hard little nail as soon as the towel went over my shoulder.</p> <i>Wanting to feel grown up.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. Reminding myself in my head that it was okay to have a boner, and that dad would be proud of me. Little did I know he was probably going online and telling his pervy friends about it.</p> <i>Did he mention your erection directly?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. "See, I told you no one would think your erection was weird."</p> <i>But I bet they were looking.</i> <p class="tab">I know.</p> <i>How many trips to the Y did it take before you got to the point that you'd strip naked without hesitation?</i> <p class="tab">Six or seven over a few weeks probably.<p> <i>When did you begin masturbating in earnest during this whole series of events?</i> <p class="tab">Hard to place exactly when it happened. Was probably sometime after dad started encouraging nudity but before we started going to the Y. And it was still a sort of funny kind of masturbation where I was only half really doing it on purpose, or told myself that at least.</p> <i>So you didn't really masturbate until the sex started?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, I mean, I was giving myself orgasms by touching my penis before that, but I wasn't like sitting down and saying "I'm going to masturbate now." Was more like I'd just kinda start playing with myself and my mind would go there.</p> <i>Did Dad talk to you about masturbation?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, fairly briefly though. I've always had a fantasy about like "teaching tools" to help a dad with that conversation. The pervy "educational" manual is kind of one of my go to fantasies.</p> <i>I'm surprised that he didn't make it a bigger part of the curriculum.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, I know &ndash; I think a lot of dads do. I think he was still trying to walk that line, and figured that by the time we were at the stage where he could really talk to me about it in a serious way, I'd be ready for him to do more also.</p> <i>So how did things progress with your dad?</i> <p class="tab">Basically he made it like an "educational" thing but sort of focused on my "curiosity" or whatever. Like, "I notice you've been really curious about guys penises in the locker room," and stuff like that. And kinda used that as a jumping off point. He totally knew what he was doing haha.</p> <i>You were actually looking at other guys, or he just made you think that you were?</i> <p class="tab">I think kind of a little of both. I mean I definitely was, but I think he was definitely using that as a bit of an excuse too.</p> <i>You were 11 when he took things further?</i> <p class="tab">More like 11 when he was starting that whole process, and 12 when he really took it to the next stage.</p> <i>Would you tell me about the first overtly sexual thing you remember?</i> <p class="tab">He had like "nudist" magazines he showed me, you know? For educational purposes of course. And ended up masturbating with me while we looked through them.</p> <i>Of course, education :)</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, that was kinda how it was always framed.</p> <i>So you masturbated side by side... and he saw you watching him, of course.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, definitely. He let me touch a little, and he touched a little, but didn't go that much farther than that the first time.</p> <i>How were you feeling? Curious, scared, weirded out?</i> <p class="tab">All of the above. Definitely shy, a little scared, really curious, super excited. Gave me really intense butterflies in my stomach. Still kinda was in denial that dad was a perv.</p> <i>You were completely used to being naked with him by that time, and used to being hard around him too, I imagine?</i> <p class="tab">Yes and no. I was naked around him fairly often at that point, and hard, but still wasn't totally used to it, Still made me feel kinda embarrassed and funny.</p> <i>You were still hairless at that point?</i> <p class="tab">No, I was just starting to get some, which Dad would comment on a lot and stuff like that. He was fairly focused on puberty.</p> <i>Did he shave his pubes?</i> <p class="tab">He kept them somewhat trimmed but didn't shave them.</p> <i>Did you cum with him that first time? Were you shooting at that point?</i> <p class="tab">I was just starting to squirt a little bit. Wasn't like a big load, you know? But definitely shot a little bit. He said something like, "Woah, there you go &ndash; looks like you're making sperm too. I'm proud of you."</p> <i>He liked the formal terms &ndash; made things less suspicious, I expect.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, he tended to use formal terms and a formal tone, although there were a couple exceptions to that. But in general he kept it all very fatherly and educational seeming, at least on the surface.</p> <i>So that was the initial thing. How did it develop after that?</i> <p class="tab">It progressed kind of quickly from there. He had a whole talk with me about it a few days later, and from there it got a lot more intense.</p> <i>How did the talk start?</i> <p class="tab">Started after dinner and he was basically just like, "Hey, I wanted to have a chat with you about what happened the other night when we masturbated together." It was kinda in the guise of making sure I was "okay" with it, but was really more about explaining why it was normal, that lots of dads and sons did that stuff, and that learning about sex from dad was more common than people realized, etc.</p> <i>Did your tummy get tight when he said that?</i> <p class="tab">Oh yeah, exactly. Got that feeling I always got for sure.</p> <i>But did you get hard also?</i> <p class="tab">Very.</p> <i>So he knew that he had you.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, by that point I think he figured it was time. I'm pretty sure he'd been getting like advice about it too, you know?</p> <i>Interesting. Who would that have been from, I wonder?</i> <p class="tab">Like guys online, I think.</p> <i>Then he asks you if you want to do it again, I expect. So it can be your idea.</i> <p class="tab">He asked me if I wanted to look through the magazine with him again. That day I ended up sucking him.</p> <i>You said yes to the magazine?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, definitely. I mean, I was totally kinda scared to say yes but felt like I was hypnotized or something. And I was so hard.</p> <i>Explicitly, not just acquiescing, but saying yes in a definite way?</i> <p class="tab">I just nodded at first and dad sort of corrected me, you know?</p> <i>He made you say it. What did he make you say, do you remember?</i> <p class="tab">"Dad, can we look at your magazine together?"</p> <i>He could have gone further. He let you off the hook.</i> <p class="tab">What would you have made me say?</p> <i>He might have drawn it out, gotten you to explain specifically which types of pictures you wanted to see, and what body parts.</i> <p class="tab">Haha, well, we did talk about that stuff when we were actually looking at it. Including the first time, although Dad probably did most of the talking.</p> <i>At what point did he have you undress?</i> <p class="tab">He undressed right away the second time.</p> <i>And you?</i> <p class="tab">I kinda didn't know what to do &ndash; kept my clothes on at first while he was taking his off, and he just kinda looked at me and raised his eyebrows, and I knew I was supposed to undress too.</p> <i>The unspoken command. He'd already trained you. You got the message and complied?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, exactly. And yeah, I did. There definitely had been a quiet training process leading up to that.</p> <i>And he saw that you were already hard.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. He was too of course.</p> <i>He commented on that, I expect.</i> <p class="tab">"I'm glad that your penis gets so hard for our sex play, kiddo." Something like that.</p> <i>Now it wasn't education anymore, it was "sex play." Was that the first time he'd referred to it that way?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, exactly, he kinda made that shift fairly quickly. He'd talked about "sex play" some during our conversation after dinner. But kinda mixing that in with the educational thing, like sex play was all part of education. But he did use other words that day too.</p> <i>Which other words?</i> <p class="tab">Ah, I know it's kinda weird but he at some point he said like, "You know that I'm molesting you, right?"</p> <i>Whoa. How did you react to that?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah. Definitely was scary.</p> <i>Had you understood it that way before that</i>? <p class="tab">I think I had basically figured it out but was kind of in denial about it.</p> <i>I'm surprised that he went there, but I guess it was needed at some point to take things further.</i> <p class="tab">Me too honestly. But on the other hand like, I'm sure he knew I knew that word from school and everything, and that it would be crossing my mind if it hadn't already. Plus, I think it was just a word he liked using for whatever reason.</p> <i>Right, so the secrecy talk started then.</i> <p class="tab">Yes.</p> <i>Still, would have thought that he would keep encouraging you to think that it was your idea. <br>YOU wanted to look at the magazine. <br>YOU took off your clothes, obviously expecting to masturbate again. <br>YOU were erect already, so obviously you wanted it.</i> <p class="tab">He kept doing that in general, I would say.</p> <i>So you're naked with him, looking at the magazine. Who was holding it? How did the conversation go, and when did the masturbation start?</i> <p class="tab">At first he just talked about different pictures with me. "This is one that reminds me a lot of you." Things like that. "Which guys are you the most curious about?" Kinda casually playing with himself but not masturbating.</p> <i>Focusing on males. Were there girls too in the pictures?</i> <p class="tab">No, it was all guys. Was kind of like a vintage kind of magazine you know? Not explicitly porn, more a "nudist" thing with dads and sons hanging out naked in nudist environments.</p> <i>No erections.</i> <p class="tab">Right.</p> <i>Preteen boys? Or older teens?</i> <p class="tab">Mostly around my age and older.</p> <i>Which pictures did you point out to him? How did he coach you?</i> <p class="tab">I was definitely most curious about the boys who were a little older and more developed than me, but he had to push me to really say that.</p> <i>What was the most explicit way that he got you to say it?</i> <p class="tab">Something like, "I like how big his penis is, and how much hair he has around it. It's kind of like mine, but kind of like yours. I wonder what he looks like with an erection."</p> <i>Were you both stroking at this point?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. At that point he had let me put my hand on his and he was fondling me pretty slowly.</p> <i>"He let me put my hand on his." So you initiated touching his penis, without being told.</i> <p class="tab">He told me it was okay.</p> <i>You hadn't touched it before?</i> <p class="tab">I had touched it the first time, but barely. This time I really started playing with it, and he kind of coached me.</p> <i>That's when he knew that he was going to get it into your mouth.</i> <p class="tab">I think he'd made up his mind about that even before that honestly haha.</p> <i>I'm sure he was determined to, but perhaps that's when he actually knew that he would get there. <br>Did you ask him if you could touch it, and he said it was ok?</i> <p class="tab">That time he didn't make me ask to touch it. He saw me looking and said, "Touching is going to be part of our sex play, Jeremy. You can go ahead and touch if you'd like."</p> <i>I can see how you'd think he'd been coached to use certain terms, like "sex play."</i> <p class="tab">Yes.</p> <i>I'm surprised he didn't say "you can touch my penis" more explicitly, or force you to ask. From there, how did he get his penis into your mouth?</i> <p class="tab">That happened the next time. Dad showed me gay porn with oral sex and suggested that we try it.</p> <i>So that second session, did you masturbate each other to orgasm?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. Didn't actually take that long, haha.</p> <i>Who came first?</i> <p class="tab">Dad did. He'd been making sure I held off.</p> <i>How did it make you feel, bringing him off with your hand?</i> <p class="tab">Felt kind of amazing &ndash; made me feel really grown up. Felt really sexual too, in a way that kind of felt exciting and nasty at the same time. Was really intense seeing how much cum he made, but made me feel really proud of myself too. That I'd been able to make him do that.</p> <i>I imagine he was appreciative.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. He told me how proud he was of me, and how special it was that we could be sexual together.</p> <i>Tasting?</i> <p class="tab">How'd you know? haha</p> <i>Just a natural thing. His cum all over your hand.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah. He tasted it first and then told me to taste too</p>. <i>His finger, or yours?</i> <p class="tab">His.</p> <i>You opened your mouth for him, and took his finger in. The next step to blowing him.</i> <p class="tab">Yes, it was definitely the point of no return in a certain way.</p> <i>Did it occur to you at that point? That his cock in your mouth was next?</i> <p class="tab">Kind of, although I didn't totally know what that entailed. But I knew that was a sex thing that guys did together.</p> <i>And then he masturbated you for the first time.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. He'd been playing with me off and on the whole time, but then he really started masturbating me. Kinda whispering stuff in my ear.</p> <i>What did he say?</i> <p class="tab">Same kind of stuff &ndash; how proud he was of me, how glad he was that we could bond like that, telling me how sexual I was and what a great thing that was. Telling me how good I'd made his adult penis feel. Took me like 15 seconds to cum lol.</p> <i>Best orgasm ever, to that point?</i> <p class="tab">Absolutely &ndash; was way more intense than anything I'd felt before that. I shot more sperm than I had before too.</p> <i>So you were hooked.</i> <p class="tab">Yes.</p> <i>And tasted?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, we tasted it.</p> <i>Different from Dad's.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, I remember him saying it was a lot sweeter than his. Was thinner and less milky.</p> <i>I'm a little surprised that he didn't just go straight to sucking you that time.</i> <p class="tab">I think he liked the whole process, and I think he wanted me to suck him first.</p> <i>That would be the prize, yes. How long did he wait for that?</i> <p class="tab">Just a day.</p> <i>How did you feel after you came, that second time?</i> <p class="tab">Kinda weird &ndash; on one hand I wanted to do it all the time, but on the other hand felt a little weird around Dad. Didn't quite know how to act around him, you know? And it's kinda weird but like &ndash; even though he was the one who introduced it, and he told me how proud he was of me, but I also didn't want him thinking I was a perv lol.</p> <i>Did the nudity become more common?</i> <p class="tab">Nudity became somewhat more common, but we were never nudists &ndash; we kept clothes on most of the time when he wasn't molesting me.</p> <i>So, the next day...</i> <p class="tab">Another talk after dinner. This time he asked me a lot about what I knew about sex between men, which wasn't much. But I'd obviously heard some stuff at school and he wanted me to tell him what I thought guys could do together sexually.</p> <i>How did he show you porn, and what did you see that first time?</i> <p class="tab">We talked about it for a little bit, then he said something like, "Sounds like you know a little bit, but I was thinking since you're so curious, it would be great for us to watch a movie about some of this stuff." "It's pornography, but I think you can learn a lot from it anyway." Something like that.</p> <i>Watching gay porn with Dad. Awks?</i> <p class="tab">Haha, yes, definitely, but by that point I was so turned on by what was going on that I kinda ignored the awkwardness. And Dad had made it clear by that point that we were going to be doing sex stuff a lot.</p> <i>Did you undress to watch?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, it was the same thing where Dad just kind of looked at me when we got to his room, and I undressed without being asked.</p> <i>Well trained already. He had you.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. I was so hard my dick was practically plastered against my tummy.</p> <i>What did he show you?</i> <p class="tab">Wasn't anything too hardcore &ndash; just like a scene from a Bel Ami movie with two twink kinda guys just doing oral sex stuff. Dad said like, "You know why I'm showing you this right?"</p> <i>He wanted you to say it.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. "Because I'm going to suck your penis."</p> <i>You said that to him.</i> <p class="tab">With a little prodding, yes.</p> <i>He must have been in heaven.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, pretty much everything he'd been planning paying off. Precum was new for me, so that was something I was really fascinated by. Dad called it his "syrup."</p> <i>I'm curious about the prodding... the language he used.</i> <p class="tab">You know the drill… <br>"You can say it Jeremy. If we can do this stuff together, we need to be able to talk about it too." <br>"When I ask you to talk about sex, I expect you to be direct about it. This isn't going to work if you act like a kid about it." <br>"I know you know the right words,you can use them."</p> <i>It's interesting that you didn't assume that he was going to suck YOUR penis.</i> <p class="tab">That's true. Not sure why I just assumed. Probably just because I was really curious about his at that point.</p> <i>In the end did he tell you to suck him? Or did he get you to ask?</i> <p class="tab">He told me to. He liked hearing me talk about sex but he usually was the one who kinda gave direction.</p> <i>How did he tell you?</i> <p class="tab">"Okay Jeremy, I'm going to give you a minute or two to just play with my penis and get used to it, and then I'm going to put it in your mouth and show you how to give oral sex, just like the boys in the movie are doing."</p> <i>Knot in the tummy again? Or not, by now?</i> <p class="tab">Definitely a knot in my tummy the whole time. It was kind of a mindfuck. I was like shaking from being so nervous and excited.</p> <i>He had to lead your hand to him again, or your took the initiative?</i> <p class="tab">This time he leaned back and spread his legs open, and told me to go ahead and get between his legs. I really did just explore at first and he kinda told me the different names for the parts, which was something I didn't really know yet at that point.</p> <i>The dirty names?</i> <p class="tab">He told me those later, and some I knew of course, but at that point he mostly focused on more "Dad" kind of language. Kept reminding me not to touch myself when he noticed me reaching between my legs and playing with my own privates.</p> <i>Keeping you anxious.</i> <p class="tab">I think he just didn't want me to cum too fast. Then at a certain point he just kind of put his hand on my head smiled at me and really gently pushed me down.</p> <i>You'd seen enough in the video to know what to do?</i> <p class="tab">Barely. Especially cause porn guys actually are pretty bad at giving head lol. But I knew enough to open up.</p> <i>So no licking at first, just straight to the sucking.</i> <p class="tab">He'd kinda had me lick it a little during the "exploration" part, tasting his balls and his "syrup."</p> <i>What was it like, when it was first settled in your 12-year-old mouth?</i> <p class="tab">I couldn't get anywhere near the whole thing at first. Was basically just a little more than the head, and it was a little uncomfortable, trying to get as much in as I could. But it was really powerful and intense, too. Having this part of my Dad that I'd been so fascinated with in my mouth. Being able to smell him. Doing this secret sex stuff with him.</p> <i>Would you describe it as pleasant? Erotic? Fun? Scary?</i> <p class="tab">Pleasant is probably the wrong word, but I definitely enjoyed it. It was incredibly erotic, a lot of fun, and definitely scary and really bonding too.</p> <i>How did he talk to you while you were sucking him?</i> <p class="tab">Kinda half telling me what to do and half encouraging me. <br>"Good job kiddo. Just cover your teeth with your lips so you don't scratch me." <br>"It's okay if you can't take all of my penis right now, it's very thick." <br>"What you're doing feels so good already." <br>Telling me how cute I looked.</p> <i>He didn't let you masturbate?</i> <p class="tab">He kept telling me it would be more fun if I waited. He didn't always do that. I think he just realized I had a hair trigger.</p> <i>And that you'd be less interested in sucking after you came?</i> <p class="tab">Yes</p>. <i>Did you get him off with your mouth, that first time?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. Again, it didn't take very long, even though I wasn't exactly an expert.</p> <i>He came in your mouth?</i> <p class="tab">He came a lot in my mouth, then pulled out and shot some on my face.</p> <i>Did he coach you on that?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. "I'm going to shoot my sperm soon. I want you to keep your mouth around my penis and try to swallow as much as you can."</p> <i>You nodded with your mouth full.</i> <p class="tab">Kinda, yeah.</p> <i>Did he hold your head?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. Not in a forceful or rough way, but definitely had his hand on the back of my head.</p> <i>And so you were his cocksucker. How did he treat you in the aftermath?</i> <p class="tab">Lovingly, and sucked me.</p> <i>I can only assume that was revelatory for you.</i> <p class="tab">It was incredible. Total sexual awakening. Totally made me into Daddy's boy.</p> <i>Powerful stuff.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. Kissing him too.</p> <i>How did things change after that?</i> <p class="tab">After that sex play became a pretty much daily thing. Sometimes with a "teaching" element and sometimes not.</p> <i>It progressed beyond oral?</i> <p class="tab">Eventually yes, not right at first though. But dad did start kinda talking to me about my hole pretty quickly and helping me experiment with it.</p> <i>So again, your idea to have your bottom filled?</i> <p class="tab">He definitely was pushing it, but by the time he actually fucked me I was asking for it, yeah.</p> <i>How long did that take?</i> <p class="tab">Several months, but before I turned 13.</p> <i>Not long at all, really. And did he let you do him?</i> <p class="tab">I guess it depends on your perspective, haha. Felt like a long time at the time. He did, but we didn't do that much.</p> <i>Who usually initiated the daily sucking?</i> <p class="tab">Usually him, sometimes me, but definitely more often him.</p> <i>How did he do it?</i> <p class="tab">Depended on the situation. Could happen a bunch of different ways. <br>"I want you to be sure you've finished your homework by eight, because I've set aside some time for us to play sexually then." <br>Stuff like that. Or would just come to my room in his briefs, or naked.</p> <i>Scheduling... such a Dad thing.</i> <p class="tab">Haha I know.</p> <i>Did he always cum first?</i> <p class="tab">He loosened up about that after the beginning. He still encouraged me to go slow and make it last, but he let me touch myself, especially since it became clear I could cum a couple of times.</p> <i>Did you ever cum with his cock in your mouth?</i> <p class="tab">Yes, I did a lot. The best was when I could cum while he was cumming.</p> <i>Hard to swallow when you're cumming, but yes.</i> <p class="tab">Haha, true. Dad didn't mind it if a lot of it went on my face lol.</p> <i>He always reciprocated?</i> <p class="tab">Not always, but often. We kinda played it by ear :)</p> <i>Did you mind that, when he just came to you and then left you throbbing?</i> <p class="tab">No, usually if I was still throbbing he'd finish me off. But a lot of times I came first, or we came at the same time. Sometimes we'd keep fooling around and he'd suck me off and make me cum again, but not always.</p> <i>And you enjoyed finishing him even after you came?</i> <p class="tab">Yes. I was so into his cock.</p> <i>Did you ever say no to him?</i> <p class="tab">No. Kinda hard to explain, but that never really felt like an option, even though I didn't feel forced, exactly. Plus, I was a horny guy so I usually wanted it.</p> <i>It went on for quite some time, I assume. How did it stop?</i> <p class="tab">When I went away to college it kind of just stopped in a way that felt natural. By late high school we were doing it less often anyway, but we never really talked about ending it. Just something that kinda tapered off.</p> <i>Did he pursue other boys?</i> <p class="tab">Not that I know of, although you never know.</p> <i>How has this shaped your sexuality as an adult?</i> <p class="tab">Mostly fantasizing about that power dynamic, I think. Tons of nasty fantasies that kinda start there. I like the kinda quiet mental domination. Most of my fantasies kinda focus on that process. I definitely like scenarios where Dad is kinda working with someone else, and answering to them in a way. But I usually like Dad to be at least somewhat dominant. I like the idea of a doctor or teacher as kind of a mastermind, but usually with Dad still in a dominant role. Kind of like Dad's learning from a more experienced perv but son is still learning from Dad.</p> <i>Is it ever awkward with your Dad now?</i> <p class="tab">Every now and then, yes. There will be like an unspoken awkwardness from time to time. Would be great to be able to at least talk about all this with him again, but not really sure how to bring it up at this point.</p> <i>What would you want to say?</i> <p class="tab">Would be great to be able to talk to him about it like I'm talking to you. Ask him questions about it. Maybe share fantasies and even masturbate together.</p> <i>You love the guy, I can tell... your molester.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. I do. It's cool you get that he used that word too, in almost a loving way.</p> <i>Surprising, I don't think I've seen it before. But I can understand, he wanted to know that you were really bought in.</i> <p class="tab">Yes. Language was a big thing for him.</p> <i>Language, indeed. 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<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="CoffeeCup HTML Editor (www.coffeecup.com)"> <meta name="dcterms.created" content="Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:45:18 GMT"> <meta name="description" content=""> <meta name="keywords" content=""> <title>Tommy's Coach - 7</title> <style type="text/css"> <!-- body { color:#000000; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url('Background Image'); background-repeat:no-repeat; } a { color:#0000FF; } a:visited { color:#800080; } a:hover { color:#008000; } a:active { color:#FF0000; } --> </style> <!--[if IE]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"></script> <![endif]--> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Joshua Woode"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="Tommy's Coach - 7"> <META NAME="shs-part" CONTENT="Part seven"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="Tommy's baseball coach teaches Tommy's Dad about parenting."> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="bb Mbb coercion"> </head> <body style="margin-left:5%; margin-right:5%"> <br> <i>This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. This is Part 7. Please start with Part 1, which can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joshua_Woode/Tommy's%20Coach.html">Tommy's Coach</a> </i> <br> <h3>Tommy's Coach, Part 7</h3> Jamie sounded really surprised on the phone when I called him and invited him to sleep over. He was like, "How come?" I told him that Coach thought maybe I could help him with his hitting. He seemed happy about that. I also said, "Besides it'll be fun to hang out," so that he didn't think it was all Coach's idea. It was, but not the way he might think. <br><br> I was kinda nervous about it, really. I kept thinking about what Coach said, that I should get him naked and then he'd probably do what I said. But how was I supposed to get him naked? I texted Coach to ask him. <br><br> <i>Tommy: coach its tommy. what you said about jamie how am i suppose to do it <br> Coach: try throwing him inside pitches to get him used to it. maybe have him let an easy one hit him so he knows it wont kill him <br> Tommy: no i mean the other part <br> Coach: oh <br> Coach: get him wet. your dad will help i bet</i> <br><br> I didn't want to sound dumb by asking Coach how I was supposed to get him wet or what to do after that, so I left that to figure out later. <br><br> Jamie's not a bad kid. I guess he's mostly a dork and that's why some people tease him. He's like obsessed with Harry Potter and most of us got over that a long time ago. But nobody on the team teases him. Not around Coach anyways. Coach doesn't let us rag on each other, ever. Jamie's a year older than me but he's not any taller and he's pretty skinny. He's good in left field and he can throw but he pretty much can't hit a lick. I think he closes his eyes every time a pitch comes to the plate. <br><br> Jamie's Dad dropped him off after lunch on Saturday. Mister Evans seemed surprised that we invited Jamie over too. I heard him telling my Dad how it was so nice and all cuz Jamie didn't have that many friends. Jamie's Dad had on a Star Wars tshirt and seemed kinda dorky also, which kinda made sense. I wondered if maybe he was a cocksucker like my Dad. I figured I could find out if Jamie ever invited me over. Coach probably already knew if he was or not. <br><br> It was pretty hot that day so me and Jamie both had on shorts. I asked him if he wanted to try hitting some and he said ok. He had that puppy dog look on his face like he didn't want to make me mad at him. My Dad set up a pretty sweet batting cage with a net in our yard so we could practice. <br><br> I can't hurl like Scott so Jamie wasn't in any real danger. I threw a couple of pitches outside on purpose and even then he leaned back away from the ball. I threw one over the middle and he bailed out of the box. "That was a strike, Jamie. You got to swing at that. It should be a homer." <br><br> He looked down. "I know," he said. "I get scared of it. Especially since I saw you get nailed." <br><br> "I guess it was scary to see. It hurt like fuckall." Jamie got red when I swore but he smiled a little too, like I was trusting him with a secret. "But I was ok and I even made my next start. And that ball was ripped so it was way faster than any pitch. So it's not gonna kill you, you know." <br><br> He bit his lip and nodded and stepped back into the box with a more determined look. I threw one down the middle and he put a good swing on it and sent it back over my head with a solid crack. He looked surprised and I laughed. "Nice one! I didn't mean you can bean me though." He grinned and stepped in again. <br><br> I sent the next pitch inside and he ducked out of the box again. "That could have been called a strike too, Jamie. It wasn't close to you even." He frowned. I remembered what Coach said. "Will you trust me to try something?" <br><br> He didn't seem sure but he finally said, "I guess so." <br><br> "I'm going to throw one at your waist and I want you to turn and let it hit you in the butt." <br><br> His eyes got wide. "Let it hit me on purpose?" <br><br> I nodded. "Ya. I won't throw it too hard but you're never gonna get over this if you're afraid to die every time." <br><br> He looked really nervous but finally he stepped back in. I thought I saw his knees shaking. I tossed it about half speed. He dropped the bat and turned as soon as I let it go. I was a little high and it hit him in the back. He squealed like a girl but then just stood there for a minute. I wasn't sure if he was crying or something. But finally he turned around. <br><br> "You're still alive, ya?" He nodded. "Did it really hurt that much?" He shook he head slowly. "See? It's not so bad. Let's do another one and I'll try to actually hit your butt." <br><br> This time he held the bat and turned after the ball was on it's way. It caught him on the right cheek. He jumped a little and rubbed it but when he turned back around he was smiling a little. "That hardly hurt at all. You're not throwing real pitches though, I can tell." <br><br> I nodded. "Ready for a real one, then?" He dug his toe in the dirt but said ok. I threw a real fastball and hit him on the left side. He said "oowwwww" pretty loud and grabbed his cheek. I heard him sniffle some but he smiled again. <br><br> "Was that your best?" he asked. <br><br> "Ya, I let it rip. Coach said I throw 50 sometimes and that was a good one." <br><br> He smiled big at that. "It hurts. But it's not... I guess it's not so bad." <br><br> "Get in the box and remember that." I threw him a bunch of pitches all over and by the end he was hanging in and getting good swings even when the ball almost touched his shirt. <br><br> When we stopped we sat on the grass. Jamie was all serious. "Geez... Tommy... that was so cool. I mean. Thanks. For having me over. And helping me." He winced and turned sideways. "Cept now my butt is wicked sore." We both laughed. I got the garden hose so we could get a drink. Turned it on and let the hot water run out first since it was in the sun. When it was finally cold I took a drink and went to hand it to Jamie. Then I remembered the other thing Coach said. <br><br> I pulled the hose back and sprayed him all over with it. Chased him around with it and he was yelling like mad. "You assholllleeee..." We were laughing like mad. Finally Jamie turned and tackled me pretty hard and got the hose away. He's actually pretty strong, and he is 10 after all. By then were were both totally soaked and covered with grass clippings. We laid on the ground panting for a minute til I heard my Dad. <br><br> "It's almost dinner time, guys. I see you've watered the lawn for me. Very helpful." He was chuckling, but he looked at me kinda funny. I saw Dad was holding my phone. I felt myself blush and looked down. I was only allowed to have it if it didn't have a password or anything, so he saw everything on it. <br><br> Dad held the door for us. "Shoes off right here in the hall. Then both of you, to the laundry room." He was being bossy but I didn't mind. I liked it when he was that way sometimes. Like a real parent. Not that he wasn't really my Dad. I mean, he'd just been so sad and all since Mom left, and then all the stuff with Coach happened. <br><br> The laundry room was right off the hall when you come in the door. We went in and Dad followed us. "We're not going to have you dripping and tracking stuff all over the house, boys. Get your things off and we'll throw them in the wash right here. <br><br> I thought Jamie's face was gonna catch on fire he turned so red. He looked at me and then at my Dad and then at the floor and then at me again. I just shrugged and started peeling. I used to be shy but now it didn't seem like a big deal. I had everything off but my jockeys in no time. Jamie was still just standing there, staring at me. <br><br> Dad said, "What's the matter, Jamie? No need to be shy, it's just us guys here." Now I understood what Coach meant when he said Dad would help. <br><br> Jamie said, "Maybe I could put on the other clothes I brought?" <br><br> Dad shook his head. "I think we need to keep those clean for tomorrow. I'll get you a towel if you like, but get the wet clothes off." Dad went to get the towel. Jamie was still staring at my underpants. I got the jockeys with the Y in front when I turned nine cuz I told Dad I didn't want baby ones anymore. I looked down and saw that they were so wet that you could see right through them. Jamie was totally eying my dick. <br><br> I laughed and said, "I guess these need to go in too." So I dropped them and threw them in the pile. Jamie tried to look away. I said, "Dude, come on, we can play Nintendo." Finally he took off his shirt and pulled off his socks. Dad came back with the towel and smiled when he saw I was naked. <br><br> "Let's have the rest, Jamie." He was using his Dad voice. I think he wanted to see Jamie naked too. Jamie bit his lip but finally turned around and dropped his shorts. I saw why maybe he was so embarrassed. SpongeBob underpants. I wanted to laugh but I didn't want to make him feel bad. Dad could tell I was about to bust out, but he shook his head at me so I just choked it back and said, "Cool... I like SpongeBob too." <br><br> Jamie seemed a little less ashamed. I think he was waiting for Dad to hand him the towel. Dad didn't give it to him. He said, "Your underpants are wet too, Jamie. No need to be shy. We're all boys here. Take them off." Jamie still didn't. <br><br> I said, "Geez Jamie, don't be a baby." I looked at him like Coach did when Jamie dropped a fly ball, like I was disappointed. Jamie looked at the ground and I think his knees were shaking, but finally he pushed his SpongeBobs down and they made a wet splat on the floor. Dad and I looked at each other. Jamie's got no hair down there like me, but his dick and balls are way bigger than mine. Dad gave his stuff a good long look and said, "There we go, tiger." Jamie kept looking at the towel in Dad's hand like he was drowning and the towel was a life preserver. <br><br> Dad picked up Jamie's undies and threw everything in the washer. "They'll be done in a couple of hours," he said. Jamie reached for the towel and instead Dad put it around his shoulders. Jamie looked confused. <br><br> I waved for him to follow me. "Dude, I got Super Mario Odyssey. It's soooo cool. C'mon." <br><br> When we got to my room I sat on the bed and got out the Nintendo controllers. Jamie had put the towel around his waist and was watching me. "Aren't you gonna get dressed?" he finally asked. <br><br> I shrugged. "How come? With just Dad here it's no big deal." <br><br> Jamie nodded. I could tell he was trying not to look at me. "I got sisters, so..." <br><br> I could see how that made things different. One of his sisters was twelve. "Tammy's kinda hot, dude. Do you ever get to see her... you know?" <br><br> "She's my sister. Don't be gross." <br><br> "Do you think she ever did it with anybody?" <br><br> Jamie punched my arm. "Shut upppppp." But he laughed. "I don't think so. She's like Miss Prissy." <br><br> I laughed too. I saw Jamie's eyes go down between my legs again. "Do you want to see my bruise? It's still really weird." <br><br> He looked away. "Ummm... I dunno." <br><br> "It's ok. It's not like you didn't already see my nuts." I opened my legs and pointed to the purple and yellow spot on the inside of my thigh. "Coach said that if it was a little to the right they would have had to amputate." <br><br> Jamie giggled and looked longer this time. "Geez... that's pretty sick looking." <br><br> "I bet your butt is bruised too... let me see." <br><br> Jamie said, "No way dude... this is like... kinda gay." <br><br> I made a face at him. "It's not gay, it's just stuff that friends and teammates do. Like how Coach checked me out after I got hit. Don't be a baby." <br><br> "A-am I... your friend?" Jamie smiled a little. <br><br> "Dude, I showed you my bruised nutsack. That's the sign of a true friend, isn't it? Besides, I already saw you naked." <br><br> Jamie blushed but he turned around and let the towel go. There were a couple of red marks on his butt that were starting to go blue already. "Oh mannnnn... I think you're gonna be sore sitting down for a while. It wasn't so bad though, was it? And you were killing the ball at the end." <br><br> He nodded. "It felt really good, how I was able to stay in the box. I think you helped me... a lot... Tommy... t-thanks." <br><br> "Maybe it's easier for you to get over stuff you're afraid of, if somebody just makes you do it. Coach said you probably need somebody to kinda take charge of you, Jamie. So you worry less and just do stuff." <br><br> Jamie seemed to get it. "I feel that way when Coach tells me. It's easier to just do what he says. He's kinda scary though." <br><br> "Was it scary when I told you to let me hit you with a pitch?" <br><br> "Ya... but not as much. It was like you were doing it to help me so I should listen to you." <br><br> "Totally. I want to help you get over stuff you're afraid of so we can cream the Yankees every single time we play them." <br><br> Jamie turned around. He was kinda smiling. He reached for the towel on the ground. I put my foot on it. "You were scared to be naked with me and Dad too, weren't you?" <br><br> His face got red. "Not scared. Just shy I guess." He pulled on the towel but I didn't let him have it. <br><br> "Coach taught me to not be shy and it helped me a lot. He checked out my bruise and he helped with with my cup." <br><br> Jamie was surprised. "He saw you naked?" <br><br> "Well ya... he kinda had to so he could see if I was ok. It's no big deal when it's just guys, especially when you're on the same team. And even more especially if you're friends. It was kinda weird at first but now I think Coach is my friend too." <br><br> Jamie nodded a little. Finally he said, "So..." <br><br> I said, "So don't be shy. I mean, it's not like you got a tiny dick for me to tease you about or anything. Yours is bigger than mine." I giggled and handed him the Nintendo controller. "And help me get past this level, it's driving me crazy." <br><br> Jamie got even more red but he gave up on the towel and sat on the bed next to me. We played Mario. He was pretty good but didn't know the game, so I told him what to do. He didn't argue or anything. I guess Coach was right. He seemed to like me being in charge. <br><br> When we got past the next boss he looked at me with this weird grin. "I noticed it too, you know." <br><br> "What?" I said. <br><br> "That my dick is bigger than yours." <br><br> We both laughed. I didn't mind. "I'm only nine, you retard. Mine'll be way bigger when I'm ten." <br><br> "Maybe. But by then I'll be eleven so I'll still be ahead." We were both looking between each other's legs and it didn't feel so weird anymore. He bit his lip. "Does it ever... you know..." <br><br> I knew what he meant so I said, "Ya, a lot... just happens." <br><br> "Me too." He bit his lip harder. "Do you ever..." <br><br> I felt my face get red this time. I just nodded. He giggled and said, "I never told anybody before." <br><br> I said, "Me neither." It was true, actually. Even though my Dad was blowing me all the time I never told him that I played with my dick. I guess I figured that he already knew. Same with Coach. <br><br> Jamie asked, "What do you think about?" <br><br> I said the first thing that came to me. "Your sister." <br><br> He punched my arm hard. "Owwwwwww. She's hot, I can't help it. What do YOU think about?" <br><br> He looked down. I said, "It's ok, I won't laugh, I promise. We're teammates, ya?" <br><br> Really quietly, he said "Hermione." <br><br> "Huh?" <br><br> "You know, Hermione Granger." <br><br> I was trying to remember if she was a girl in our class. Finally he rolled his eyes. "From Harry Potter, doofus." <br><br> "Oh." I wanted to laugh. I really did. But I managed not to. "Ya. She's really pretty. But like... which movie?" <br><br> "Oh. Goblet of Fire, totally. When she's wearing that dress at the ball. Oh my god." <br><br> I nodded like I knew exactly what he was talking about. I'd seen the movie but I guess it didn't make me all hard in my pants. <br><br> "Dude." I had to say it. <br><br> "What?" Jamie looked nervous, like I was going to tease him. <br><br> "You are seriously a geek... but it's cool. She's totally hot. Prettier than Tammy even." <br><br> He smiled. "Thanks for not laughing. I know you wanted to." <br><br> "Did not." <br><br> "Did so. But it's ok. I know I'm a geek. I can't help it. My Dad is too and he says geeks will rule the world someday." <br><br> "That's so cool, Jamie. I mean, not being shy about it. I think when people tease you it's more cuz you act embarrassed. But you shouldn't be. You're smart and that's cool and I bet lots of guys wank to Hermione." <br><br> He laughed. "Wank. Where's that from?" <br><br> "I dunno... what do you call it?" <br><br> "I never called it anything cuz I never talked to anybody about it before." <br><br> I looked down. Jamie's dick was sticking pretty much straight up. He looked too and squirmed. I thought he was going to cover it up, but I looked at him like it was no big deal. He was redder than ever. "Coach saw mine hard too." <br><br> He swallowed. "How come?" <br><br> "He was checking me out down there and it just happened. He only laughed and said he was glad it was working. My Dad was there too." I felt myself start to get stiff too, thinking about it. <br><br> "Oh mannn... that must have been so weird." <br><br> "Ya, but I got over it. It's no big deal." <br><br> "Mine's a bigger deal than yours." <br><br> I punched his arm and he pushed me down on the bed. I just lay there for a minute. I thought about what Coach would do, but I couldn't just tell Jamie to blow me. It didn't seem right, not yet anyways. So I said, "Do you want to?" <br><br> "Want to what?" <br><br> "You know. Wank." <br><br> "Now? Here?" <br><br> "Well... ya? I mean... we both got boners." <br><br> "I never... did it with anybody." <br><br> "Lots of stuff you did today you never did before. Friends help you try new stuff." <br><br> "Isn't it gay?" <br><br> "Not if you're thinking about Hermione. Then it's only geeky." <br><br> He made a face at me but then bit his lip. "I guess I will. If you go first." <br><br> I shrugged and got to it. I use my fingers since my dick is small. I hold it just underneath the end part and pull the skin up and down. I started slow and thought about Tammy. She really was pretty hot. I wondered if I could get her to blow me. <br><br> Jamie was watching. I teased him a little. "Dude, Hermione totally wants to hold your wand. She wants to hold it and kiss it and rub it over her chest..." <br><br> I thought he'd laugh but he closed his eyes. "Oh god. I think about that so much." Hard core fancrush. He laid back on the bed next to me and starting yanking on his hardon pretty rough with his eyes shut tight. <br><br> I guess Dad must have been waiting outside the door and listening. I saw the door open a crack and he put his finger to his lips to say be quiet. He came into the room and watched for a minute. I think Jamie forgot I was there, he was so into it. Finally Dad cleared his throat. <br><br> "I wondered what two naked boys might be doing that kept them so quiet. Masturbating, of course." <br><br> Jamie's eyes opened wide and he sat up, covered his dick with his hand, looked at me like panicked. I was still lying on the bed and stroking. "We got boners, Dad. Is dinner ready?" <br><br> Jamie stared at me like I was crazy. He didn't dare look at Dad. <br><br> "Almost. A few minutes yet." He looked at Jamie. "Jamie... son... it's ok, really. Take a breath. Boys masturbate. This is not a surprise to me. Tommy does it often. We won't tell anyone, promise. Isn't that right, Tommy?" <br><br> "Course we won't tell, Jamie. We're friends. We're just goofing around, ya?" <br><br> Jamie nodded but his face was still freaked. "I guess me and Dad got used to it being only guys here, so we're not shy about stuff. It's no big deal." <br><br> I looked at Dad. Dad looked at me and at Jamie. I thought about Coach. <br><br> "Dad?" <br><br> "Yes, Tommy?" <br><br> "Would you... you know... help me out?" <br><br> Dad thought for a bit. Jamie was confused. <br><br> "I'm not sure your friend would be comfortable with that, Tommy." <br><br> "Jamie's cool, Dad. Jamie... we're not gonna tell on you, so you won't tell on us, right?" <br><br> Jamie shook his head slowly. I knew he was so embarrassed that he meant it. He didn't know what we meant though. <br><br> "Just watch, Jamie... this is the coolest." I moved to the edge of the bed. I could tell Dad was a little nervous but he didn't sound it when he talked. <br><br> "Relax, Jamie. Your secret is safe with us." Dad got down and I spread my legs and he started blowing me. He didn't mess around with licking or anything, he just went right for my dick and slid up and down it. It was weird but kinda cool to have Jamie watching. I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his head. I saw he was still stiff under his hand. <br><br> Dad stopped sucking me and looked at Jamie. "Your turn, sport." Jamie shook his head. I sighed. "Dude. This is the best thing ever. You heard about blowjobs, ya? It's totally the best. Let my Dad suck your dick. It's cool, he likes doing it." <br><br> Jamie finally looked at Dad. Dad sighed. "It's true, Jamie. I like it. And I'm not ashamed of it. Just like you shouldn't be ashamed to like Hermione." Dad smiled. "I understand boys like you so well, Jamie. I was very much like you when I was your age." Jamie seemed to calm down a little, his eyes darting around. "This is just something that Tommy and I enjoy. I think you'll enjoy it too. As Tommy says, it's no big deal. And nobody will ever know. Now, move your hand." <br><br> Jamie was looking at me like he didn't know what to do. "Don't be a baby. Trust me, you'll like it." I guess I got a little mad at him since he was being so dumb. Finally I said, "Move your hand, Jamie," sorta like Coach would have. Jamie's hand moved away from his dick. I don't know if he decided to, or if he just did what I said without thinking. It didn't matter. Dad was on him so fast, Jamie didn't have time to change his mind. Dad got Jamie's whole package in his mouth all at once and I could see his tongue going. <br><br> Jamie was staring at me so I just smiled and kept playing with mine. "Isn't it sweet? Dad blows me all the time." Jamie's eyes were all over the place, from me to Dad and the wall and back. Dad had him by the hips with his hands so he couldn't move. Finally he started watching Dad more and I saw his butt squirm a little. I guess that's when the feelings broke through whatever his brain was doing. His eyes got wide and he let out this sound like I can't even describe. His butt lifted off the bed but Dad held him down. Dad went slower after that til Jamie was just lying back and wiggling and making little noises. They got louder til I thought Jamie was about to cum. Dad stopped and looked up. <br><br> "Are you ok, Jamie?" <br><br> Jamie nodded. <br><br> "Do you want me to keep sucking on your penis?" <br><br> Jamie nodded again. "I'd like to hear you say it, Jamie. Don't be shy." <br><br> "D-do it more..." <br><br> "What's the magic word, son?" <br><br> "P-please... do it more." <br><br> Dad took Jamie's hand and put it on my dick. Jamie took it away. <br><br> "You want me to do it more, Jamie?" <br><br> "Yes... p-please..." <br><br> "Then cooperate. Be a good friend to Tommy. He feels left out." Dad took Jamie's hand and put it on my dick again. Jamie left it there this time. Dad started sucking Jamie really slowly. I figured out what Dad was doing so I put my hand over Jamie's and used it to rub. Dad saw and stopped again. Jamie went stiff. Dad had him right at the edge. He was really good at that. <br><br> "That's my boy, Jamie. That's what good friends are for. Have you ever held another boy's parts before, Jamie?" Jamie shook his head. "Well, I think you'll remember this first time, then." Dad went back to work and Jamie jumped... went all trembly... his hand squeezed my nuts so hard it hurt... his eyes opened and closed and he said "Ohhhhhhhhhh godddddddd" really loud. Dad rode him with his mouth til Jamie sank back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I let his hand go but he didn't move it right away. <br><br> Jamie just laid there for a while. Dad looked up at him with this wicked grin. Dad said, "Your friend gave me a nice little present, Tommy. How long have you been making cum, Jamie?" <br><br> Jamie still stared at the ceiling. "Um... n-not long, M-mister Walker." <br><br> "That was your first blowjob, wasn't it? It's ok, no need to be ashamed." <br><br> Jamie nodded. <br><br> "You liked it, I think. Did you like it, Jamie?" <br><br> Jamie nodded again. Dad went on. "So then you understand that if you ever want it to happen again, you have keep it between us. Most people wouldn't understand that this is just harmless fun between guys." <br><br> Jamie nodded again, faster this time. Dad nodded too. "You're a good boy and you have a lovely penis, Jamie. I'd be happy to take care of you that way any time you visit us. And I hope you understand how lucky you are to have such a good friend in Tommy." <br><br> "Y-yes sir. T-thanks..." Jamie finally looked at Dad and me kinda sheepishly. <br><br> Dad said, "Excellent. Dinner's ready. I think your clothes are dry too, but no need for you to get dressed." Dad stood up and went out like this stuff happened every day. I guess it did in our house, but Jamie was still pretty confused. <br><br> When Dad was gone, Jamie looked at me all serious. "Dude... I had no idea that your Dad... I mean... that he's... you know... gay." <br><br> "He's not gay. I mean, he was with my Mom and he made me, so... He just likes it. Especially with me, but I could tell he liked it with you too. You don't have to be gay to be a cocksucker." <br><br> "Tommy... Geez... you just called your Dad a cocksucker." <br><br> I shrugged. "He doesn't mind. He's a lot happier since he decided that it was ok to like doing it. He did it ever since he was our age. He says it's a way to show somebody that you want them to be happy." <br><br> "No way." <br><br> "Ya way. He used to blow my Uncle Matt all the time. He's Dad's brother." <br><br> "So he just does it to you... like... when you want?" <br><br> I nodded. "Isn't it awesome?" <br><br> Jamie just kinda shook his head slowly. "You know... I'm not gay or anything." <br><br> "Dude, I know... but you are way to too worried about stuff being gay. It's just fun. We're not gonna get married or anything. I know you're saving yourself for Hermione." <br><br> He smiled a little. "I guess. But when he was doing it... he made me... you know... with my hand." <br><br> "Oh. That's just fair. It's not fair for you to get yours done and me to just be there with my dick sticking up." I giggled and he did a little too. <br><br> We went to eat dinner. Jamie didn't even ask for his clothes back. <br><br> <center>**************************</center> <br> The next morning I woke up when I heard weird noises from the cot in my room where Jamie was sleeping. I opened my eyes and there was Dad on his knees on the floor with Jamie's dick in his mouth. I guess Dad liked blowing him a lot, maybe cuz he was already making cum. I didn't mind though. It was nice to see Dad so happy. Jamie looked really happy too, his eyes closed and his butt wiggling. <br><br> Dad saw me wake up and waved me over with his hand. He grinned around Jamie's stiffy. I saw him stop sucking and just hold it still in his mouth. That made Jamie squirm even more, so I think Dad had him really close and was teasing him again. <br><br> Dad took his hand and touched Jamie's cheek. Then he took his finger and put it against Jamie's lips. Jamie kinda made a face. Dad sucked a little then stopped again. He poked at Jamie's mouth. Jamie opened it a little and Dad put his finger in. Jamie let him so Dad sucked a little more. He pushed his finger deeper in Jamie's mouth. Then Dad looked at me. <br><br> I was wicked stiff watching. Dad kept looking at me. He moved his finger in and out of Jamie's mouth a little. I guess I'm kinda slow sometimes, but finally I got the idea. I stood near Jamie's head. Jamie's eyes were still closed. Dad took his finger away. I laid my dick on Jamie's lips. His face changed and he opened his eyes a little. Then opened them a lot. He looked at me confused and turned his head away. Dad stopped sucking him. Jamie made little noises. Dad waited. Finally he said, "Jamie. Tommy's your friend. He feels left out. It's just guys helping each other feel good." He waited a little more. "Do you want me to finish, Jamie?" Jamie nodded fast, his eyes like begging. "Then open your mouth for Tommy, son." <br><br> Jamie looked at me. I thought about Coach. I said, "Just do it, Jamie. I really really want you to." After a minute Jamie closed his eyes tight and turned his head back toward me. I touched my dick to his lips again. He didn't move. Dad stopped sucking again. I said, "Open up, Jamie." Jamie opened his mouth a little. I leaned forward and slid inside. Dad sucked a little more. Jamie closed his lips around me. I rocked back and forth and just let him hold his head still. I figured that was easier cuz it was his first time. It felt really nice, but not like when Dad did it. I guess Dad would have to teach him more. <br><br> Dad teased Jamie for like another ten minutes with my dick in Jamie's mouth. I could tell he was driving Jamie crazy. Anytime Jamie stopped sucking me, Dad stopped sucking him. Finally when Jamie was bucking and wiggling like mad, Dad took in his whole package and held his hips down with his hands. Jamie made this really low grunting sound and went all stiff all over. He was panting like mad and his face was the color of a firetruck. Dad kept at him til he stopped moving. My dick was still in Jamie's mouth, but I guess Dad wanted to finish me so he leaned over and sucked me til I came. I could see Jamie watching. It didn't take long. <br><br> When it was over, Dad just acted like normal. "Let's get some breakfast, boys. Then we can go to the park and toss the pill around if you want." Jamie was acting embarrassed. Dad messed up his hair. "You're a fine boy and a good friend to Tommy, Jamie. There's never any shame in helping a friend to feel good." <br><br> Jamie didn't look too sure, but he nodded. I decided not to say anything about Jamie sucking me so that he wouldn't feel any weirder. <br><br> Dad brought Jamie's clothes and we started to get dressed. Jamie looked at the underpants in his backpack. Spiderman. Not as bad as SpongeBob, but still. He looked at my y-fronts. "I'm gonna get some of those," he said. He was still blushing, but I thought it was cool that he wanted to be like me. <br><br> "You can have one of mine, Jamie. I got tons." I got clean jockeys from my drawer and gave them to him. He laughed as he put them on and checked them out in the mirror. He had a pretty good bulge in them. Then he looked at me. "Tommy?" he said, kinda slow. <br><br> "What? Are they too tight?" <br><br> "No... it's just... I never had... a friend... like you before." <br><br> I grinned and punched his arm. "Me neither. You're way cool and I hope you come over a lot." <br><br> Jamie nodded. Dad made noise in the kitchen and I saw Jamie's eyes look that way. "Ya. I hope I do too." <br><br> <i><p> This is part of a series. The next part can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joshua_Woode/Tommy's%20Coach%20-%208.html">Tommy's Coach - 8</a> <br> I'd love to hear your feedback. You can contact me at <a href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=Tommy's Coach on asstr">[email protected]</a> <br> My other work can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/~Joshua_Woode/">Joshua Woode's stories</a> </p></i> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="CoffeeCup HTML Editor (www.coffeecup.com)"> <meta name="dcterms.created" content="Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:45:18 GMT"> <meta name="description" content=""> <meta name="keywords" content=""> <title>Mother's Naked Boy #htgab</title> <style type="text/css"> <!-- body { color:#000000; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url('Background Image'); background-repeat:no-repeat; } a { color:#0000FF; } a:visited { color:#800080; } a:hover { color:#008000; } a:active { color:#FF0000; } --> </style> <!--[if IE]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"></script> <![endif]--> <style type="text/css"> <!-- .tab { margin-left: 40px; } --> </style> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Joshua Woode"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="Mother's Naked Boy"> <META NAME="shs-part" CONTENT="How to get a boy... Part 3"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="An exploration of the role of language in shaping a child"> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="Fb bb coercion"> </head> <body style="margin-left:5%; margin-right:5%"> <br> <i>This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. </i> <br> <h3>Mother's Naked Boy</h3> A man named Andrew got in touch with me after reading one of my published pieces, <a href="https://pastebin.com/jFXkhvZS">"How to get a boy to take off his pants."</a> We exchanged emails and Andrew began to share his story with me. I helped to guide his exploration with questions. His experience reveals insight into how powerfully words can shape thinking and behavior. I very much appreciate Andrew's willingness to discuss such an intimate remembrance. <br><br> My questions appear below <i>in italics.</i> Andrew's responses are indented. <br><br> <i>Andrew, what did you respond to when you read "How to get a boy to take off his pants?"</i> <p class="tab">That story resonates with me a bit because I had some of those experiences as a boy, being talked into undressing by an adult. Weirdly, though I'm gay and have never had any sexual contact with a woman, it was my mother who got me to strip for her. It was fairly easy. I had exhibitionist tendencies since I was a young boy, although things never progressed even half as far as they did in Jeremy's case (as described <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joshua_Woode/The%20Language%20of%20Coercion.html">here</a>). Mostly it just meant that I'd be naked when we knew that my dad and older sister were both going to be out for the night.</p> <i>How did the situation develop?</i> <p class="tab">Basically I was a bit of a nudist as a kid (as many are) and I had a habit of staying naked after swimming or after I'd had a bath, often cuddling up with my mom while she read me a story or we watched tv or something.</p> <p class="tab">I don't know when exactly, but sometime before age 7 my dad and sister started saying that it was a bit weird to have me just hanging out naked with the rest of the family and they insisted I start putting clothes on. That's more or less how things stayed for several years. I'd still strip down once in a while in my room and had a habit, whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, of sneaking out into the back garden and running around naked in the moonlight for as long as I dared, but only in secret. That all changed when I was 11.</p> <p class="tab">My father was taking my sister camping. He liked to camp out and my mother didn't so he'd take my sister and I, but many times he'd just take me. He was going to take my sister for a whole weekend by herself to make up for that.</p> <p class="tab">They left early in the morning to beat traffic. I got ready for school and was eating breakfast when mom sat down at the table. I'm just going to go ahead and write dialogue for all this. I'm sure it's not the exact words but it's essentially what was said.</p> <p class="tab">"It's been a while since it was just the two of us." <br> "Yeah." <br> "It reminds me of when you used to run around the house naked whenever you had the chance. Remember?" <br> "Mom!" <br> "What? It was really sweet! We used to curl up on the couch together." <br> "Yeah, I know." <br> "We haven't done than in a few years. Why is that?" <br> "I dunno. Dad and Alexis are always around." <br> "Oh? I thought it was maybe because you got shy. You know. You know, the way boys do when their bodies start changing." <br> "Mom!" <br> "You never used to be shy." <br> "Well, I'm shy now." <br> "It's just... it was really sweet getting to spend time with you like that." <br> "So... what? You want me to...?" <br> "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just miss it is all."</p> <p class="tab">After that I went to school. I remember sitting in class listening to the teacher talk and thinking "I have no idea what's going on." Pretty much all I could think about was that my mom wanted to see me naked and that even though it was completely up to me, somehow I knew she'd be disappointed if I didn't and I was the sort of son who hated being a disappointment.</p> <p class="tab">I got home from school and finished my homework and she made us dinner, all without saying anything about it, not even a hint. Still, I could feel it hanging over me. After dinner she settled in on the couch and turned on the TV and I knew it was an open invitation. I went to my room and take a shower. My heart was pounding. I realized that some part of me at least really wanted to show her my body. I wasn't thinking about sex but my whole body was buzzing with a weird sort of electricity and I was worried I might get hard and make things weird. I dried myself off and walked into the living room.</p> <p class="tab">"What are you watching?" <br> "Nothing much. Want to join me?"</p> <p class="tab">I lay down with my head in her lap facing the tv. I had to bend my knees to fit on the couch.</p> <p class="tab">"You used to be smaller." <br> "Yeah." <br> "Do you want to watch a movie?"</p> <p class="tab">We picked a film and started watching. She stroked my hair and my arm and my chest. She was right, it really did feel sweet and I was glad I went through with it. And that's the first time my mom talked me into getting naked for her.</p> <i>Which implies that it wasn't the last time she talked you into it.</i> <p class="tab">Dad and sis were gone for the weekend, so there were two more days that first time. The second day was Saturday. I remember lying in bed long after I was awake. I was still naked as I'd decided to try sleeping naked (on my own, not by her suggestion). I was wondering if I should get dressed or not and what I'd say about it either way. I opted to put clothes on. When I saw her in the kitchen, she was smiling but made no mention of my being dressed. I made myself breakfast.</p> <p class="tab">"So, about last night..." she said. <br> "Yeah." <br> "I hope it didn't bother you." <br> "No, it's fine. It was nice." <br> "Good. Because, you know, most boys..." <br> "Wouldn't let their moms see them naked?" <br> "Right. But I'm glad you felt you could, you know, share that with me."</p> <p class="tab">I spent most of the day at a friend's house because I did feel weird about it and didn't want to be in the same space with her, constantly wondering if I should be taking my clothes off. I liked what happened, but also was a little worried that it was wrong to have liked it. I got home in time for dinner. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I didn't want to assume but I didn't want to disappoint her either and also part of me really enjoyed it and want to do it again. I took a risk and asked her.</p> <p class="tab">"Um, should we watch a movie? Like yesterday?" <br> "Well, we could, but if you want, maybe I could give you a bath."</p> <p class="tab">I wasn't expecting that. The only bathtub was in my parents bathroom, the one I shared with my sister only had a shower. In any case, I agreed to it. It had been at least five years since my mom had bathed me and it felt childish, but I was also just happy she had taken control of the situation and was telling me what to do.</p> <p class="tab">She drew the bath. I wondered if she was going to put bubbles in it or anything but no, just completely clear water. She watched as I stood next to the tub and pulled my clothes off and climbed in. She had a bar of soap and washed me, starting with my back, spreading the soap over my skin with her bare hands. Honestly it felt fantastic. Having someone slowly, gently wash you in a nice warm bath is kinda amazing. She was slow and thorough, doing my chest, arms and hands. We just talked about all sorts of random stuff I don't remember exactly like school and friends. She had me lie back and put my leg on the rim of the tub so she could wash it. I did and though she never touched my crotch she went pretty far up my leg. The feeling of her hand moving up my thigh got me hard. I tried to subtly cover it with my hands and pushed it down between my legs.</p> <p class="tab">"You don't have to hide it you know. It's ok." <br> "Really?" <br> "Of course. It's normal. And it's a part of you. Come on, you can't be comfortable like that."</p> <p class="tab">I realized she wasn't going to call me a pervert or anything and part of me really did want to show her after all so I moved my hands and let it spring up. When she was finished with my legs, she handed me the soap and said, "I'll let you do the rest," and sat down on the toilet, still watching me. I took the soap and lathered up my hands and used the suds to wash my penis, pulling back the foreskin and everything the way I'd do it if I was in the shower alone.</p> <p class="tab">"You're so beautiful, you know that? You're my beautiful boy."</p> <p class="tab">Then she kissed me on the forehead. Then I climbed out of the bath. She toweled me down. I'm pretty sure I was still erect at this point. We went to the couch and watched TV. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up there the next morning, still naked but with a pillow and covered in a blanket.</p> <i>So you're beautiful and loved when you're naked. Perhaps more so than when you're dressed. Persuasive for an eleven year-old, I expect.</i> <p class="tab">Right. So, the third night. It was the last before my father and sister came home. I woke up on the couch, naked but mom had put a pillow under my head and covered me with a blanket. Instead of getting dressed I turned on the TV and was still sitting there when my mother came out. She kissed me on the head and asked how I slept.</p> <p class="tab">"Fine." <br> "You looked so peaceful I didn't want to move you." <br> "Mom?" <br> "Yes?" <br> "Should I get dressed?"</p> <p class="tab">She smiled at me. "I think you can decide that for yourself."</p> <p class="tab">I spent the whole day naked. For me it was almost like a challenge, not from her but from myself, to see whether I'd chicken out or not. I didn't go outside at all, but I had homework to do and books to read and videogames to play. My mom went about her day. She didn't hover over me or anything, but when we were in the same room and we caught each other's eye, we'd smile. She went out and ran some errands and later we ate dinner together. We watched a movie and cuddled on the couch knowing it would be a while before we could do it again, if ever.</p> <p class="tab">Something in the film gave me an erection (I think it was Room With a View but it could have been any period film really. In any case there was some amount of tasteful nudity.) I had been lying flat but I brought my knees up towards my chest.</p> <p class="tab">"Did you like that?" she asked.<br> I shrugged.<br> "How long has this been happening?"<br> "How long has what been happening?"</p> <p class="tab">"This." She pushed on my knees trying to get me to straighten my legs. I started laughing and fought back, curling up tighter. She began tickling me. I laughed and cried "Stop! Stop!" She relented.</p> <p class="tab">"You really don't need to hide it, you know. It's a bit late for that anyway, don't you think?"</p> <p class="tab">I was still feeling self conscious about getting boners, but I straightened my legs anyway. I was still erect. She ran her hand up and down my front. She put her hand on my penis, not gripping it but petting it like a small animal, just for a moment before she moved on.</p> <p class="tab">"You know what masturbation is, right?" <br> "Um, yeah." <br> "Have you started masturbating?"</p> <p class="tab">I shrugged again. I played with myself from time to time but I also knew you were supposed to have an orgasm and I was pretty sure I hadn't. In any case my face was beginning to feel very hot. I assume I was bright red.</p> <p class="tab">"Is that a yes?"<br> "Maybe."<br> "It's ok if you do, you know. There's nothing wrong with making yourself feel good."<br> "Ok."<br> "Have you ever masturbated.... with someone else? A girl maybe?"<br> "No."<br> "How about a boy then?"</p> <p class="tab">I covered my face with a throw pillow.<br> "Oh. I see. Well... was it fun?"<br> I mumbled into the pillow.<br> "I can't hear you. What did you say?"<br> I put the pillow aside. "Yes."<br> "Well that's all that matters. You don't have to feel bad about having fun with your friends. Ok?"<br> "Ok."<br> "Was it your idea?"<br> "It was his."<br> "Who?"</p> <p class="tab">I debated whether to confess any more but naked and still erect I didn't have much left to hide.</p> <p class="tab">"Mike."<br> "Your cousin?"<br> "Yeah."<br> "What did he ask you to do?<br> "He made me watch him pee on a tree. And then he made me do it too."<br> "Is that all?"<br> "Then he made us rub our wieners together and then he made his sperm come out."<br> "Did you make sperm come out?"</p> <p class="tab">I shook my head.</p> <p class="tab">"Never?"<br> "Never."<br> "Well, don't worry. I'm sure that will come soon enough."</p> <p class="tab">We went back to the movie. It was very late when she tucked me into bed. I climbed into bed naked and she asked if I was giving up pajamas.</p> <p class="tab">"Is that ok?" <br> "Yes, I think that's alright. As long as you're in your room." <br> "When dad gets back tomorrow..." <br> "This is just when you and I are alone together. Otherwise you keep your pants on, ok?" <br> "Ok." I think she could sense my disappointment.</p> <p class="tab">"But no matter what you're wearing, you're still my special naked boy. "</p> <p class="tab">She kissed me good night.</p> <i>It's a compelling story.</i> <p class="tab">I haven't shared it with many people mostly because I'm worried it'll get taken the wrong way.</p> <i>You didn't consider it to be abusive?</i> <p class="tab">Well, exactly. I mean, I don't think every kid should be raised this way, but obviously my mom and I worked out something that was comfortable for us so even though I get where other people are coming from it bugs me that it would be labeled abuse.</p> <i>It's interesting to me that your mother never explicitly told you to take off your clothes.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah. I think she recognized that I had certain nudist and even exhibitionist tendencies, and on her side I think it was a recognition that I was growing up and wanting to make sure we stayed closely bonded. I think she knew she didn't need to tell me to take off my clothes, that my wanting to show off a bit and always wanting to please her would be enough to make up my mind.</p> <i>There were obvious hints though. To what extent did she ever undress with you?</i> <p class="tab">Not really at all. Somehow that didn't enter into it. There were times she'd wear just an undershirt. I think on women they're a camisole? Anyway, she'd wear one of those without a bra, and some shorts, but I think that had more to do with hot weather than anything else. Not that I never saw her topless around the house, but I don't recall it ever being part of our time together.</p> <i>But it became routine for you to be naked when the situation permitted?</i> <p class="tab">Pretty much. Although routine makes it sound more regular than it was. At least at first it wasn't all that often my sister and father were both out of the house (and my mom and I both home) for long enough to make it worthwhile. As my sister and I got older, my sister would go out at night more frequently and then mom and I had a bit more alone time but still we're not talking more than a couple times a month.</p> <i>Did she always have to hint, or did you take the initiative?</i> <p class="tab">If I knew for sure we were going to be alone I'd take my clothes off without being prompted. Not the first few times. Maybe not even the first year, but eventually it started to feel normal. Even then a lot of the time, at least 50%, she'd instigate it.</p> <p class="tab">Actually, there was at least once I remember my father was going to be out of town overnight and my mom asked my sister if she wanted to ask a friend about sleeping over at her house. This must have been a couple years after we started, maybe when I was 13 or 14. In any case, I overheard her say that and I just assumed it was in order to give us time alone. I never questioned her about it though.</p> <i>Were you often erect around her?</i> <p class="tab">I want to say yes and no. After that third night that my Dad was away - when we talked a bit about sex, and I became erect and she ended up touching it - after that weekend it was clear to me that while our relationship wasn't an overtly sexual one, she understood that boys get boners and that it was something to be appreciated, not upset about. It would happen when she touched me a certain way or we talked about something arousing or just because I was a boy going through puberty. Mostly when it happened we didn't remark on it.</p> <i>Did it ever become more overtly sexual?</i> <p class="tab">Well, not really. She frequently cuddled me and this occasionally involved touching my penis or my butt but only in a caressing, loving way. She never did it to arouse me. We'd hug and kiss but in the same way she'd hug and kiss my sister. She did once watch me masturbate to climax. And before that she apparently watched me have a wet dream and woke me up after it happened. Throughout my adolescence she bought me lube and even the occasional sex toy and when we were alone she would get me to reveal pretty much every sexual experience I had over the years, almost like a confessional except that she was very positive about it. But beyond that we never did anything physical.</p> <i>Did she have you describe your masturbation as part of these talks?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, that topic definitely came up and I know at least once I showed her, just for a bit, how I stroked myself. This isn't the time she watched me climax. That was actually a total accident she walked in on. The first time was just us talking on the couch and who knows exactly how it came up but she asked how I did it and I showed her for maybe 20 seconds. Actually that might have been what lead her to buying me lube. Or maybe not. It's hard to keep track but I remember she worried that my jerking off was rough on my foreskin. She even bought me these like rubbery egg things you can jerk off with, but I pretty quickly burst through both of them. They're only good for about five times or so.</p> <i>How did it happen that she watched you masturbate to orgasm?</i> <p class="tab">I was 13. It was a couple years after we first started our routine of my being naked when we were alone. I got home, found the place empty as it usually was, and decided to jerk off. Just the usual way, since I'd broken both the eggs by that time and I was back to using my hand. I often sat at my desk and watched porn but I must have been pretty worked up already because I just lay on my bed and went at it, not even getting my pants way off. I was only a couple minutes into it when I hear a quick knock on my door and then it open without me answering and there's mom. I had tried to cover up thinking it was my sister.</p> <p class="tab">"Oh, oh gosh, Andrew."<br> "Sorry. Sorry. I thought you weren't home." I'm still trying to cover myself with the bed sheets<br> "No no. It's my fault. You shouldn't be sorry."<br> "Ok."</p> <p class="tab">So then there was a sort of pause and she didn't leave and almost seemed to be smiling and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do but I felt stupid sort of hunched over covering my dick which she'd already seen several times before. I just lay back down and pushed the sheets to the side and my hard dick flopped back against my pelvis. I kept my eyes on my cock. It was a lot easier than looking up at her.</p> <p class="tab">"You don't look very comfortable" she said.<br> "I'm totally comfortable. You've seen me with a boner before."<br> "No I mean… you haven't even taken your jeans all the way off. Are you usually in such a rush?"<br> "I dunno. I was really horny. I just wanted to, you know, do it."<br> "Were you close?"<br> "I guess. Maybe." I squeezed my cock as if to gauge how close it was.<br> "Well, I'm sorry I interrupted."</p> <i>How developed were you at this point?</i> <p class="tab">By 13 I definitely had pubic hair and could shoot cum. I measured my dick pretty regularly around that age and my recollection was five inches give or take half an inch. I've always been a bit on the large side. My dad has a really big one so presumably it came from him.</p> <p class="tab">So I replied "It's ok. I can finish anytime."<br> "You're that fast, huh?"<br> "I can make it take a long time if I want. Sometimes I just want to cum, that's all."<br> "Like now?"</p> <i>You'd gotten somewhat used to sharing details about sex with her, since she'd ask you about your experiences?</i> <p class="tab">Yeah. By that point I had lost a lot of my embarrassment about sex. I mean, I was still pretty red in the face having been caught in the act, but by that point we'd already discussed masturbation and she'd even bought me those eggs.</p> <p class="tab">So she had just asked if I really wanted to cum 'Right now.' I don't know if that was supposed to be an invitation, but when I looked at her she just smiled. I started stroking my cock, not fast like before but slowly, trying to judge if this was ok. She sat down on my desk chair. I figured I was in the clear so I started to speed up, and with my other hand I played with my balls like I'd usually do when I was alone. I didn't look up at her but I could feel her eyes on me. It took maybe three minutes. When I came I intentionally tried not to moan or seem too out of control but I wasn't entirely successful. My cum shot onto my belly and up onto my shirt which I had pulled up to my chest. I milked the rest out of my cock and just lay there, covered in my own jizz breathing heavily for a minute.</p> <p class="tab">"I guess that's going to have to go in the laundry." she said, laughing but not in a mean way.</p> <p class="tab">I laughed and I pulled my shirt off and used it to mop up my cum and tossed it into my closet where my dirty clothes were. My mom went to the closet, picked up any dirty clothes laying about including my soiled t-shirt and put them in the laundry basket.</p> <i>I'm curious about what she was thinking at these times, and how aroused she was.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah. I really don't know. I mean, I'm sure she enjoyed it. She seemed happy.</p> <i>Did this make you want her to watch you again?</i> <p class="tab">I definitely enjoyed being watched, but I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak going all the way back to the beginning. We never did it again. We're pretty close to the point where I gave an older boy a bunch of blow jobs. I found a new outlet for my sexuality.</p> <p class="tab">She also too my shoes off, then my socks, then pulled my jeans off and I got my boxer briefs off. She added the clothes to the basket and took it to the washing machine. As she left the room she said, "You just rest." When she came back she asked about the eggs. I told her I'd broken them and she said she'd get more. I think she chastised me a bit for not being more gentle with them, but they were like semi disposable in any case.</p> <i>Did it occur to you that she might want to watch again?</i> <p class="tab">I think I wondered about it, but she never pushed me so I wasn't sure and I didn't want to turn into a complete perv, pushing myself on my mom.</p> <i>You weren't interested in her, sexually.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, not really. I was intensely attached to her emotionally, but that's the closest my mom and I ever got to anything physical, her watching me cum. Never did that with my dad but we did see each other hard at one point.</p> <i>Sounds awkward!</i> <p class="tab">Well kinda, but not really. I mean, I remember it feeling like a kinda sweet bonding moment after the initial embarrassment faded. It was because I thought I'd hurt my dick. It was when I was around 12, my dick was growing pretty fast and the thin bit of skin that sort of holds the head to the shaft started to tear.</p> <i>Too much self-abuse?</i> <p class="tab">Maybe? I mean, I guess it happens to all boys but when you're uncut sometimes it happens really late because it's been protected all your life. It stung like hell and I was freaked and I could have gone to mom because she'd always been seeing me naked, but I went to dad because he was the only other one in the house who had a dick himself. I guess that skin isn't supposed to last that long. You never see adult guys with that skin intact, less they got a botched circumcision and it scarred over. I don’t even know what that bit is called, but it's between the shaft and the ridge of the head.</p> <p class="tab">So anyway, I'm trying to explain what's going on and I'm almost in tears. He can't understand what I'm trying to tell him (he's cut) so I ended up having to pull down my pants and underwear, pull back the skin on my cock and show him. He knelt down and examined me closely and that's when I got hard.</p> <p class="tab">He promised me everything was fine and once the skin finished separating my dick would heal and be normal, and to prove it he got his cock out too. He gave me a chance to look it over up close, especially the head where mine was injured. He got hard too. It was really intimidating. It was a little confusing too, because at that point I was already interested in other boys and their cocks, so I was really enjoying getting to see his, but also, I mean, it was my dad and that was weird.</p> <i>Did he know that you were trending that way?</i> <p class="tab">Dunno. When I told him I was gay (or rather when I told him I was dating a boy) he didn't seem at all surprised. I don't know if he knew I was gay at 12 but he probably had a suspicion.</p> <i>Never anything physical with him?</i> <p class="tab">No. Aside from showers and similar stuff I didn't see him naked, and once in a while I might see him with a hard on, like waking up while sharing a tent on a camping trip, but that's the only time I saw his naked cock hard. It made me hope I'd grow as big as him. I think he still has me beat by a little.</p> <i>When you described your first sexual experience with your cousin to your mother, how did she react? Do you think it aroused her at all?</i> <p class="tab">Well, maybe. I wonder about it because she has always wanted me to go into detail, and as you can probably tell from this chat I'm pretty willing to do so. I mean, I assume she gets some kind of pleasure from it or she wouldn't have had me tell her all my stories. She was predictably very sweet about it and encouraging saying it was all perfectly fine as long as I felt good about it.</p> <i>Speaking of details, what happened, that first time with your cousin?</i> <p class="tab">He was a year older and it was at his house over Christmas, he lives in a different state and their house backed up against a sort of wild forested area. We were playing fairly normally when he asked if I wanted to see his fort. He had a little shack made of plywood and bramble that was barely nailed together but he thought it was impressive. He said in order to be allowed inside I had to pass the test and it involved pissing against a tree. I was maybe a little surprised but he offered to go first to I watched him piss on a tree. Then I had to pull my wiener out and do the same while he watched me, his still hanging out. When I completed the task he stopped me from putting mine away. He inspected it very closely. He was cut and I'm not so I think that interested him and he moved the skin back and forth which got me hard. By that point his was too. We rubbed them against each other, eventually hugging each other with our cocks rubbing back and forth over and over. Then he stepped back and quickly jerked his cock until he sprayed a little bit of clear cum on the ground. We got on our hand and knees to look at it close up. Then we tidied up and went back to the house. We never went into the fort.</p> <i>Were there repeat performances with your cousin?</i> <p class="tab">With that cousin, no. He's super straight now. He doesn't have any problem with gay people, but he never showed any interest after.</p> <i>Did you have dry orgasms at that time?</i> <p class="tab">I don't think I ever had a dry cum. The first time I was aware that I had an orgasm was when mom woke me up after I'd fallen asleep on the couch with her and she told me I'd had a wet dream. I jerked off the next day to see if I could do it while awake and stuff came out. Not that I never played with my boner before then, but not to completion.</p> <i>I suspect your mother.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, I know what you mean. Did I have any help with that "wet dream"? Don't know, and I didn't question it until I was much much older and it seemed pointless to ask.</p> <i>What did she say when you woke up from your "wet dream?"</i> <p class="tab">Honestly I can't remember. I remember it mostly because we talked about it the next day. At the time it happened I was half awake. She cleaned me up and I went to bed.</p> <i>I'd think that you'd remember the contents of the dream that led to your first wet climax.</i> <p class="tab">Lol... not at all. I'm not sure I remembered the dream even the next day. I had another wet dream that I remember involved boys from school in the library taking off their pants and underwear in order to be examined for some reason. But that was some time later and that's as much as I remember.</p> <i>I'm thinking that there wasn't actually a dream.</i> <p class="tab">Well, like I said, it's entirely possible I had some help! She never touched me like that when I was awake but I can't say it's impossible.</p> <i>Do you find it erotic, thinking back on those early times with her? Or just cozy and pleasant?</i> <p class="tab">Both, to be honest. It's very comforting thinking about my mom's affection and care, but it also played a big part of my sexual awakening, so I definitely get aroused from these memories.</p> <i>Did you have encounters with older boys or adults at that early age?</i> <p class="tab">Not that early. When I was 13 I gave my first blowjob to a boy who was 16. It was at summer camp and it happened 3 times before the end of camp. The when I was 14 I basically got molested by an adult on a train. He got his hand in my pants while I was sleeping and I woke up but pretended to continue sleeping. I'm pretty sure he never figured out that I woke up. Later that year I got into a "relationship" with an older boy at school. Then when I was 16 after that boy graduated I got into a relationship with a younger boy at the same school. Around that time I also sucked off a couple of adult guys, complete strangers. Those are the main ones. There's a few times I messed around with other boys my age scattered through those years.</p> <p class="tab">The only one I never told my mom about was the man on the train. I didn't want to freak her out.</p> <i>When did you first begin to think that you were gay? When did you first mention it to your mom?</i> <p class="tab">Well I remember being 13 and being clear that other boys were talking about girls sexually and I was only thinking about what their cocks looked like. That was the summer the older boy got me to suck him off. I think he knew I was watching him with that sort of hungry look. After I'd sucked him off... I knew that was the sort of thing gay guys did and I basically accepted that's what I was. I don't think I ever said "Mom, I'm gay," but I only ever did stuff with boys and at some point we just stayed using the word, when we needed to. Mostly we didn't even talk about it in those terms. Just what had I done and who with, who was I attracted to, etc.</p> <i>When you say he 'got you to suck him off,' how did that play out?</i> <p class="tab">We were talking after dinner. I had a bit of a crush on him so I didn't question at all the fact he was giving me any attention even though he was older and from a different cabin. We walked in the general direction of our cabins but then kept going. At some point he suggested we head off the trail into the woods. I followed. He told me I was a really cute guy and that I seemed a lot older than the other boys in my cabin. He asked if I knew about sex and I said I did. He asked if I'd ever sucked a guy's dick and I sort of figured where this was going but wanting to seem cool and mature I said yes. He said he was really horny and needed a mouth. "You'll do it, right?" I said yes and he put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me onto my knees. He unzipped and got his cock out. He was completely hard already. I just looked at it for a moment. It was cut and dripping precum and actually wasn't much bigger than mine, but at the time I didn't know I was on the large side. I think he knew I was lying about having sucked before. He didn't force me but he pushed it against my lips a bit. I opened up and sucked him in. I went slowly up and down his cock. Then he held my head and moved himself back and forth a bit faster and then faster. Then he held me perfectly still and shot in my mouth. I swallowed more or less instinctively. He didn't move for a long time and then pulled out. He asked if I needed to jerk off and so I did, right there, still kneeling. It didn't take me long. Then we went back said goodbye and went to our respective cabins.</p> <i>Did the nudity with your mother eventually taper off?</i> <p class="tab">Well, yes and no. I mean, to this day I'll walk around naked in front of my mom when we happen to be together but it's usually more casual, like I'm changing clothes or taking a shower, though she will still pull me in for a hug or a little cuddle up on the couch with her, though I have to curl up a lot more than I used to. And we still talk openly about my sex life. I think she started to feel more comfortable that I wasn't going to grow into the sort of kid who wants nothing to do with his parents. But of course once I left for college It would only happen a few times a year and since I don't live in the same city as she does, that's the way it's stayed. It still feels like we share a close bond.</p> <i>Your father and sister are completely unaware?</i> <p class="tab">Well, don't know I mean my father definitely understood that mom and I had a connection different than many moms and sons, but I don't know if he has a clue the exact nature of things. Though I don't want to give the impression he was a total prude or anything, and some amount of casual nudity, like after a shower wasn't unheard of. I remember him walking into my room while I was toweling off after I'd had a shower and my mom was sitting on my bed talking about something and he didn't even mention it. He and I occasionally shared showers on camping trips.</p> <p class="tab">My sister, I'm pretty sure she doesn't know. </p> <i>How has it shaped your sexuality, do you think?</i> <p class="tab">I don't know. I mean I assume my being gay started long before I was 11. No idea when exactly she figured it out, but she certainly wasn't surprised when I told her. I do think she encouraged me to explore my sexuality. I probably did more at a younger age than I would have otherwise because of that. My father was a normal, loving, approachable dad who I could also talk about sex with, but it was on much more of a practical level than the long probing conversations I had with mom about boys I liked and things that happened.</p> <i>You seem happy and comfortable with yourself. I can imagine that your mother's complete and unconditional acceptance of you - of all of you - has a lot to do with that.</i> <p class="tab">Yeah, I've got a pretty good life. I'm not in a relationship now, but I've had great ones and when I'm single I meet all sorts of fun guys from a wide age range and get to explore different part of my sexuality. She made me really comfortable with all that. I can't complain.</p> <br> <i>I'd love to hear your feedback. You can contact me at <a href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=Your story on asstr">[email protected]</a> <br><br> My other work can be found here: <a href="http://www.asstr.org/~Joshua_Woode/">Joshua Woode's stories</a></i> <br><br> </body> </html>

Author: David Stephens Title: Sweet Little Katie Keywords: MMF/g,inc,pedo Sweet Little Katie by David Stephens My daughter Katie had always been an affectionate little girl, loving to be cuddled and kissed as she sat on my lap. Even though she was now 8-years-old she still enjoyed hugs from her daddy, and many evenings saw us curled up together in my comfy old armchair watching television. This was the happiest time of my day - it didn't really matter to me what was on the screen while Katie's lovely young body was tightly pressed against mine. Of course, I told myself, there was nothing sexual in my enjoyment - it was just a father's natural pleasure in being close to his little girl. Even the fact that when Katie got off my lap to go to the loo, I invariably sported an obvious erection did nothing to change my opinion. That was just an automatic reaction to Katie's fidgeting bottom, I explained to myself - nothing more. Sharan, my wife, didn't seem to notice, or if she did wasn't saying anything. Katie, the little minx, certainly did notice - giving me a little smile as she climbed back on to my lap, and giggling as she wriggled her cute little bottom against my hard-on. Recently she had taken to wearing extremely short skirts with midriff-baring tops, and it wasn't to be long before I discovered what had prompted this change from her usual modest clothing. "Katie is growing up to be a sexy little thing, isn't she, Dan?" asked Sharan one night, after our daughter had gone to bed. "She's certainly having an effect on you - that bulge in your trousers is getting bigger every night!" So she had noticed! She didn't seem displeased, however - in fact there seemed to be a definite excitement in her voice. "Yes," I replied, with a smile, "Katie is going to be a hot little piece in a few years - and she's pretty warm now! I can't help it, Sharan - when she's squirming about in my arms my body reacts, and I end up with an erection. You must think I'm some kind of pervert!" Sharan grinned. "Well, possibly - but what's wrong with that? At one time I couldn't understand how any normal person could find an 8-year-old girl like Katie sexy, but lately I've begun to change my mind! Those short skirts she wears showing off her pretty legs, and the tight, skimpy tops!" "Well you're the one who dresses her, Sharan - and a damn fine job you're doing, if I may say so! Ten years we've been married and I never guessed that you had a fancy for little girls - but then again, I've only recently admitted to myself that I have a fancy for them too!" "At least we're being honest about it - there must be countless other mums and dads who have the hots for their kids, but daren't admit it. Personally, I don't see how any hot-blooded man could fail to be turned on by a little beauty like Katie! That sweet freckle-nosed face framed by her long, auburn hair ..." "And her pert little bottom," I added, my erection growing ever harder. "And her lovely flat chest," said Sharan, with a moan in her voice, "with her little nipples showing through her top!" "And the way her sweet little belly shows between her top and skirt - how I'd love to kiss her there!" "Well, why don't you?" said Sharan, "What's to stop you? I'm sure that Katie would love you to kiss her in all sorts of places, and I'm certainly not going to object if you do!" By now my cock was painfully hard, and without a word I took hold of Sharan's hand and yanked her off the sofa. Within a minute we were in bed, and I was fucking her with a frenzy that surprised us both. Afterwards, I held her tenderly in my arms and we talked of our shared love and lust for our young daughter. "Is it so wrong that we feel this way about Katie?" said Sharan. "There's so much hypocrisy about the way you're supposed to show your love for your kids. Hugs and chaste kisses are allowed, but anything more and suddenly you're a pedophile!" "What I find amazing is that 8-year-olds like Katie aren't supposed to know anything about sex, and yet she's clearly well aware of the effect her lovely body has on me! She loves wiggling her cute little bum at me in her tight skirt, and have you noticed how she always lifts her knees to her chest when she sits opposite me? I'm sure she does it to give me a good view of her knickers!" "That reminds me, Dan - I'm taking Katie shopping for some new clothes tomorrow. We're going to choose them with you in mind - as scanty as possible, especially the knickers! She's really looking forward to flaunting herself in some sexy new tops and skirts - anything that will get you really hard!" "Oh, so you two have been discussing me, have you? I bet it was you who told Katie to show her knickers off, wasn't it?" "Of course!" said Sharan, with a laugh. "Though, to tell the truth, it appears that the little minx has already shown them off to someone else, and a whole lot more besides, probably - I've been waiting for the right moment to tell you about it." I must admit that, although I was shocked as my wife told me about what Katie got up to after Sunday School, I was also tremendously excited. Apparently, Sharan had noticed a love-bite on the inside of Katie's thigh, and had persuaded her to reluctantly admit that it had been given her by Philip Rossiter, the young curate who taught at Sunday School. Katie had proudly told her mother that Philip was her boyfriend, but was unwilling to say more until she had talked to him. Sharan had phoned Philip to ask him to come over and discuss an important matter concerning Katie. She hadn't explained what that matter was, but he must have guessed. "He'll be here at 7 tomorrow," Sharan said. "We really need to know just how far he's gone with Katie - she's only 8-years-old, after all. I know one thing though, Dan - if Katie is happy being sexually molested by Philip Rossiter, then I can't see why she wouldn't be more than willing to grant her parents the same favours!" The next day, Katie was waiting for me as I arrived home from work. She threw herself into my arms as I walked through the door, hugging me tightly. "Thank you for my new clothes, Daddy!" she said. "I've got a really pretty dress - it's very short, and it's almost see-through. You can see my new knickers through it - I'll show you later!" "You like showing your knickers off, don't you, Katie? There's nothing wrong with that, darling - you're a pretty little girl, and lots of men love looking at little girls' panties - but you must be careful who you show them to. Mummy tells me that you have found yourself a boyfriend. That doesn't surprise me - little girls who show off their underwear will never find it difficult to attract admirers! Your mum and I just want to make sure that Philip understands how precious you are to us - you know that he's coming to see us tonight?" Katie nodded. "You're not mad at me, are you, Daddy?" She pressed herself hard against me. I held her tight and kissed the top of her head. "Of course not, sweetheart," I said. "How could I be mad at the sweet little girl who's going to model her sexy new dress for her daddy? Will I really be able to see your new knickers through it?" "Mummy made sure of that while we in the changing room in the shop! She's bought me three pairs, and they're all tiny and tight and mummy says that they show my cunny off to perfection." She hesitated for a moment. "It's alright for me to say that, isn't it, Daddy? Philip loves looking at my cunny, and mummy says she's sure that you'ld like to look at it as well." "Of course I would, darling. Daddies really shouldn't look at their little girls cunnies, but I don't see why Philip should have all the fun! Doesn't he have another name for your cunny though, sweetheart - I bet he does." Katie blushed becomingly. "Yes, Daddy - he calls it a really rude name. He says that I've got the cunt of an angel!" "I like that name much better, darling," I said, laughing. "After you show me your new dress, would you like to take your knickers off and let me see your sweet little angel cunt?" "Oh yes please, Daddy! You're all excited again, aren't you - I can feel your thingy against my stomach!" "Let's call things by their correct name from now on, shall we Katie? Yes, I am excited - which man wouldn't be with a sexy 8-year-old like you pressing herself against him! My cock is absolutely rock-hard, and if you don't stop rubbing your belly against me, I'm going to cum in my pants." "What does cum mean, Daddy?" Katie asked, with a grin. "You know very well, I'm sure, you little tease!" I said, giving her bottom a playful smack. "We'll talk about this later, when Philip's here. After dinner there should be just enough time for you to model your new clothes before he arrives." She gave me a last hug and ran upstairs, wiggling her bum at me as she went. I wondered, not for the first time, if Philip had fucked her yet. Even the thought had my erection growing ever harder. No doubt, the possibility that my supposedly innocent 8-year-old daughter was having her preteen holes penetrated by the curate's hard cock should had left me horrified. Instead, I only felt a powerful envy - and a growing sense of determination that if Philip had been the first man to fuck my little girl, then I was going to be the second! After dinner, I settled in my chair and watched one of my favourite tv comedy shows for a while, though I found it hard to concentrate. Sharan was upstairs with Katie, helping her to dress, and I couldn't keep my mind from thoughts of my daughter's beautiful young body in her tight new dress. At last, I heard them coming down the stairs, and then Katie skipped into the room, a huge smile on her face as she twirled around before me. "What do you think, Dan - do you like it?" asked Sharan. I loved it! Katie's sleeveless new dress was so short that it barely covered her bottom, and it was made of a blue, silky material which clung to her slim hips and emphasized her plump little bottom. The tiny triangle of her white knickers showed clearly through the sheer material, as I'd been promised. In fact, Katie's dress was so skimpy, its material so diaphanous, and her knickers so brief that she looked positively indecent - to my great delight! "What a very improper way for an 8-year-old girl to be dressed!" I said, with a grin on my face. "Well done, Sharan - our little girl looks even sexier than usual - and that's saying something! Turn around, Katie - let's see how you look from the back." I gave a low whistle. "Wowee! What a fabulous little arse you have, Katie - and look at the way your knickers have almost disappeared between your bum cheeks!" "Why don't you slip her dress off, Dan, and take a better look?" said Sharan, herself unable to take her eyes from Katie's scantily-dressed body. With trembling fingers, I unzipped Katie and she lifted her arms as I pulled the wisp of a dress away from her and handed it to my wife. Katie turned around, pulling her flimsy knickers up so that her vulval mound was made extremely prominent. The little madam certainly knew what effect this would have on me! She smiled knowingly as I took in the loveliness of her almost-naked preteen body - its slimness only serving to emphasize the slight roundness of her belly and the pertness of her gorgeous little bottom. "Can I take my knickers off now, Mummy?" said Katie. "I promised daddy that he could look at my cunt - that's alright, isn't it, Mummy?" "Oh, yes, sweeheart!" said Sharan, who was looking very flushed in the face! "Daddy's not the only one who wants to look at your darling little cunt - I've not seen it properly since you were a toddler! Why don't you sit on my lap, and then Daddy can take your knickers off for you." Katie settled herself on her mother's lap, her back pressed against Sharan's breasts as she lifted and opened her legs to display the beautiful sight of her fat little pussy bulging through the lacy material of her knickers. I pressed my lips against her mound, savouring the lovely fragrance of her preteen cunt. I was surprised how wet she was - the lace against my lips was sticky with her pussy juices. I hadn't realized until then how sexually excited a little girl can get, but as I lifted my head I could see that a rosy blush was spreading over her neck and chest, and that her lovely pink nipples were fully erect. I hooked my thumbs in her knickers and slowly pulled them down - Katie closing her legs and easing her bottom off her mother's legs to help me - and tugged them off her bare feet as I took in the wonderful sight of her bald preteen pussy. Her slit was glistening with her cuntal juice, and as she opened her legs again to give me a better view, her chubby cunt lips parted slightly and showed a hint of the pinkness within. "Do you think I've got the cunt of an angel, Daddy, like Philip does?" said Katie, as I lifted her knickers to my face and inhaled their delicious aroma. "Absolutely, sweetheart!" I said. "You have the most perfectly formed little-girl cunt imaginable! Look at your lovely sticky slit - it looks wonderful, it smells wonderful and I bet it tastes wonderful as well - shall we see, darling?" Katie giggled. "Oh, yes please, Daddy! Please lick my cunt - I love it when Philip pushes his tongue into my sticky little slit!" "Let's open you up a little bit, shall we, sweetie?" said Sharan, gently spreading Katie's pussy lips apart. "You are an excited little girl aren't you - look at how wet you are! Clean her up, Dan, and you'd better be quick about it - Philip will be here soon, and its probably best if he doesn't catch you with your tongue in his little girlfriend's cunt!" "Philip won't mind," said Katie, as I flicked the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips. "He says he doesn't know how Daddy has been able to keep his hands off me - Philip says that if he had been you, he would have been molesting me since I was a baby!" "Even so," said Sharan, "Daddy and I need to have a serious talk with Philip about you and him, and for the time being I'd rather he didn't know that we both intend to molest you from now on - do you understand, young lady?" "Yes Mummy, I understand," said Katie, as I licked up the last trace of her delicious preteen vaginal honey and began to nibble on the erect little bud of her tiny clitoris. "Oh, that's lovely, Daddy!" she cried, as I rubbed a finger back and forth along her slit while I sucked on her clitty. "Go on, Daddy - don't stop! Make me cum, Daddy - oh, please make me cum!" Believe me, there is no more wonderful feeling in this life than being able to bring your 8-year-old daughter to orgasm with your tongue! I teased Katie for a while, taking my lips from her excited little clitty and slowing down the pistoning of my finger between her cunt lips. "More, Daddy, please!" she cried. "Tell him, Mummy - make him give me a cum!" "Do as your told, Dan," said Sharan, laughing. "Bring the little slut off now - stop teasing her!" I tweaked Katie's erect clitty between finger and thumb and rubbed my fingers hard along the length of her slit. Her cunt folds were swollen with arousal and sticky again with her juices. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her little moans of ecstasy were rising in pitch. Suddenly, her eyes opened and she let out a loud yelp as she reached her climax. I could see her belly and thighs trembling as an orgasmic thrill ran through her. I ran the flat of my tongue once more between her pussy lips, slurping up more of her delicious preteen sweetness and letting it trickle to the back of my throat. Katie was holding her arms out to me, and I lifted her to my chest and hugged her, loving the feel of her firm little belly pressed against my body. "Thank you, Daddy!" she said, gripping my waist with her legs and rubbing her stiff little nipples against my chest. "You gave me a really good cum! Am I a little slut, Daddy, like mummy said? I want to be your little slut - I want you to lick my cunt every day, and I want mummy to lick it as well!" "Yes, Katie, I think we can safely say that you're a slut!" I said. "I know that you're going to be the perfect little slut for your mummy and daddy. What do you say, Sharan - would you like to lick your little girl's cunt?" Sharan grinned. "I'd like to lick her, and kiss her, all over her gorgeous, naked body! For the time being though, young lady, I'd like you to take a quick shower before Philip arrives. Pick your new dress up on the way, but don't bother with your knickers - I want to get to your cunt as quickly as possible after Philip's gone!" I gave Katie a quick kiss on the mouth, and was surprised and delighted when I felt her wet little tongue slipping between my lips. This was obviously something else that Philip had taught my little girl, and I had to admit that I was glad that he had! The tangy taste of Katie's cunt was still in my mouth, and as our lips parted she smiled at me. "My pussy juice tastes nice, doesn't it, Daddy? Philip says that it's like nectar from the gods - he loves sticking his tongue into my slit!" "It tastes absolutely yummy, sweetheart! Go and have your shower now, and don't dawdle over it. That sounds like a car pulling up outside - it's probably your boyfriend!" I lowered her to the floor and she scampered away, catching hold of her dress on the way. I enjoyed the sight of her bare bottom jiggling slightly as she dashed from the room until there was a knock at the front door, and while Sharan answered it I sat on the sofa and attempted to hide my erection with a cushion. In a few moments Sharan was ushering Philip Rossiter into the room. He was a young man in his twenties and fairly tall, with a slim, athletic build and an open, honest face. It was the first time that I had seen him close to, and I must say that I was favourably impressed. That may seem a strange thing to say about the man who you know is sexually molesting your 8-year-old daughter, but, in the circumstances, I could hardly blame him for that! I was coming to the point of view that some little girls, perhaps most of them, would be more than happy to be molested, if given the opportunity. How many fathers, or uncles or brothers looked at a little girl in their family with lust in their eyes, not realizing that - with little or no persuasion - she would enthusiastically take down her knickers and open her legs for them? We shook hands and he sat down opposite me, Sharan sitting by my side. He didn't seem at all nervous, which I found surprising - given that he must have known why my wife and I wanted to talk to him. There was silence for a moment as I wondered how to open the conversation - best not to beat about the bush, I thought. "I understand from my wife, Mr Rossiter," I began, "that she has good reason to believe that you are sexually abusing our little girl, Katie. Perhaps you would like to say something about that allegation, before we go any further." Of course, Katie herself had confirmed Sharan's suspicions, but I didn't want to let Philip know that for the time being. I was expecting him to deny everything at first, but he didn't seem to be worried by my statement, and in fact was smiling as he answered. "Well, Mr Grey, I certainly wouldn't admit to any sexual abuse of your daughter." I knew it, I thought, wondering how he would react when I told him what Katie had said. "However," Philip continued, "I readily admit that I have sexually used Katie many times, with her enthusiastic consent! Your daughter is a hot little bitch, Mr Grey - to put it crudely - but I'm sure that you know that already, if what Katie tells me is correct." "What exactly has Katie been saying, Mr Rossiter?" asked Sharan, with interest. "Call me Philip, please! Well, your little daughter believes that your husband - and you - have a sexual interest in her. In particular, she says that Mr Grey seems to have an erection almost all the time when she's around. Not that I can blame him for that - I told Katie to persuade her mother to buy her some sexy new clothes, and I guess that must have done the trick!" "So that was your idea!" said Sharan. "Katie used to be such a shy little girl until recently. Now she insists on wearing the briefest, tightest clothes possible - anything that shows off that lovely little body of hers to advantage!" "I think we're straying from the subject a little," I said. "There isn't any point in Sharan and I denying that we have strong sexual feelings for Katie, but feelings are one thing and actions another!" I wasn't about to admit just yet that a few minutes before my tongue and fingers had been exploring Katie's juicy little twat, or that when he had gone Sharan was going to have her turn! "In particular, I'm not sure that an 8-year-old girl is ready for intercourse yet - even if she is a hot little bitch! So, Philip - you admit that you're sexually using Katie, but does that mean that you've already penetrated her?" For the first time, Philip looked a little uneasy. "Well, actually I had anal sex with Katie for the first time after last week's Sunday School. I can't agree with you, Mr Grey, about her not being ready for full sex - but I had intended to gradually open up her anus before sodomizing her. Unfortunately, my passion for Katie got the better of me and I'm afraid I hurt her quite a lot!" "In effect then, Philip, you admit to anally raping my 8-year-old daughter!" I said. "It doesn't appear to have affected her infatuation with you - how did Katie react to having her anus penetrated?" Philip smiled. "Well, it made her yell a lot at first, as you can imagine! I used plenty of lubrication, but it was still a very tight fit and I only managed to get about half the length of my penis inside her. She said afterwards that I had hurt her a good deal - but she also admitted that she was looking forward to me fully penetrating her bottom!" "If you don't mind me asking, Philip," I said, dryly, "when do you next intend to bugger my little girl?" And can I watch you, I almost added! "Not just yet," said Philip. "Katie had a very sore bottom when I'd finished with her, and so I'm giving her a few more days to recover." "That's why she's been sitting down very gingerly of late!" said Sharan. "Do you remember, Dan - you said the other day that Katie didn't seem to be wriggling about in your lap as much as usual. The poor girl - her bum hole must be very sore!" By this time I had discarded the cushion on my lap and was making no attempt to hide my erection - Philip obviously not being embarrassed by his own prominent hard-on. It was tremendously exciting to calmly discuss Katie's sexual initiation with the man who was molesting her, and I could see that Sharan was also aroused. "When you buggered Katie, Philip," she said, huskily, "did you ejaculate your semen into her bottom, or ... " "No, Mrs Grey - that's a pleasure I'm looking forward to intensely! I pulled out as I reached my climax and came over her belly and chest - Katie really enjoyed that!" "Did she really?" asked Sharan. "Or have you convinced yourself that she enjoyed it because that's what you want to believe?" Philip grinned. "Oh no, Mrs Grey. I'm absolutely sure that Katie loves being cummed on - and I've brought some evidence with me to prove it! Last Sunday afternoon, when she'd recovered from being buggered, Katie and I had a lovely time masturbating each other. I couldn't resist the temptation to ejaculate on her pretty little face, and she looked so obscenely beautiful with my semen dripping from her nose and chin that I decided to take some photos!" He put his hand into his coat pocket and took out 4 or 5 glossy prints, which he handed to me. Sharan sat close by my side as we examined the photographs with excitement - transfixed by the closeups of our daughter's beaming, cum-covered face. Katie looked radiant - Philip was evidently right when he claimed that she loved being cummed on. I was learning a lot about my little angel this evening - and all of it extremely arousing! The final photo showed Katie naked from the waist up, with thick strings of cum dangling from her chin to her belly - a glorious sight! "Don't think that I'm questioning your virility, Philip," said Sharan, "but there does seem to be rather a lot of semen on Katie's face to have been the result of one man - however excited you were!" Philip looked slightly embarrassed. "Well, I did have some help on that occasion - I invited Jack to jerk of on Katie's cute little face with me, and he was delighted to accept my invitation!" "And who, pray, is Jack?" I asked. "Just how many of you are there abusing our little girl?" Before Philip could answer, Katie's voice piped up from the doorway. "Jack's the vicar, silly! He loves cumming on little girls - he cums on Natalie lots!" Katie walked into the room and stood before me, well aware of the lust-filled looks she was getting from all three of us. It didn't appear that she had dried herself very thoroughly after what must have been a very perfunctory shower. The thin, translucent material of her dress was clinging to her damp body and was moulded like a second skin to her lower belly, making it obvious that she wasn't wearing any knickers. She casually walked over to Philip and climbed on to his lap, reaching up to softly kiss him on the lips. As Philip returned her kiss and gently ran his hand over her chest and belly, her dress rode up to her slim hips and she allowed her legs to fall open, giving Sharan and myself a perfect view of her adorable pussy. "I think you'd better explain how the vicar fits into all of this, Philip," I said, unable to take my eyes from the hint of pink inner cunt flesh peeking from between Katie's puffy labia. "Surely he doesn't abuse little Natalie - she's only a baby!" "Jack fits into all this very well," said Philip, with a grin on his face. "Particularly into Natalie's little holes!" Katie spluttered with amusement at the looks of stunned disbelief on the faces of Sharan and myself. Philip told us then something of what had been going on between Jack Brent, his wife Angie and their 3-year-old little daughter. He clearly realized that it was quite safe for him to divulge the vicar's incestuous and pedophilic secrets to a couple who were seemingly quite happy to watch their 8-year-old daughter being kissed and touched intimately by the man who had just admitted, with pride, that he had sexually molested her on several occasions! "Natalie is 4 on Saturday," said Philip, one hand stroking Katie's belly as with the other he caressed the soft, smooth skin of her thighs, "and Jack and Angie are giving a party for her. Afterwards, when the other kids have gone home, Natalie is going to get some special attention from her grown-up friends! Katie is going to be there, with your permission of course, and you're both invited as well - I think you'll find it very interesting!" Of course, Sharan and I accepted the invitation with alacrity - the opportunity to watch a little beauty like Natalie being abused was too good to miss! I found it difficult to imagine how a tiny little tot like Natalie could take hard cock in her vagina or rectum, but I was having an enjoyable time trying to! I only came out of my erotic reverie when I heard Katie moaning quietly - Philip's hand had been slowly creeping up her leg, and now he was openly squeezing one chubby cunt fold between fingers and thumb. "Are you enjoying playing with my daughter's genitals, Philip?" I asked. "Katie is certainly enjoying it, isn't she - what a dirty little slut she is!" "Isn't she just!" he said, with a grin. "In fact, it seems to me as though somebody else has had their hands on her cunt recently - it looks rather swollen, as though somebody has been vigorously masturbating her. I wonder who that somebody could have been, Mr Grey?" I pulled Katie's crumpled knickers from my pocket and pressed them to my face. "Heaven!" I said, taking a deep sniff. "Yes, you're right Philip - just before you arrived, my fingers were where yours are now. My tongue was there as well! As far as I'm concerned, if Katie goes around dressed like a little slut then she can expect to be treated like one!" "Quite right!" said Philip. "Your daughter is a little girl who knows exactly what she wants - and it's up to you and me to make sure that she gets it! You should have seen her after I'd raped her pretty little bum - any other child would have been distraught, but not Katie. That was lovely, she said - I can't wait until you fuck all of your cock into my bottom!" "Lift your legs up, Katie," said Sharan. "Let me have a good look at your bum hole - if it's not too sore now perhaps Philip would like to see if he can get his erect penis a little further into your bottom than last time." Katie eagerly lifted her knees up to her chest, and Philip pulled her bum cheeks apart, exposing the tight pucker of her anal sphincter. Sharan knelt on the floor and closely examined our little girl's abused anus, licking her finger and carefully inserting it into Katie's rectum. "Oh, that's lovely, Mummy!" cried Katie, grabbing hold of Sharan's hand and forcing its probing finger deeper inside her bottom. "I'm not very sore there now, Mummy - will you let Philip bugger me again, please? I want to feel his cock all the way inside me - I want his hot cum squirting in my bottom!" "Well darling, I agree with Philip that you should really wait for a few more days before he penetrates you again ..." Katie groaned with dismay. "However," continued Sharan, "your anal opening seems to be nicely relaxed, and I must say that I would love to see it stretched around Philip's hard cock, so - if your Daddy agrees ..." "Say yes, Daddy!" pleaded my lovely 8-year-old whore-child. "Say yes, please! I want to suck your cock while Philip fucks my bum - I'm a really good cocksucker, aren't I, Philip?" "You're the best, sweetheart!" said Philip. "What do you think, Mr Grey? Katie's bum still looks a little sore, but if I leave it too long before I sodomize her again, her sphincter will have tightened up." I was already unfastening my slacks! "Take your dress of, Katie," I said, "and then I want you on the floor on your hands and knees." By the time Philip and I had stripped, my sexually precocious little girl was already in position and wiggling her pretty little bottom as she looked forward to being arse-fucked. Sharan left the room for a moment and returned with a jar, from which she scooped out a large dollop of Vaseline. She smeared it liberally between Katie's bum cheeks and along the length of Philip's impressively-sized erection. "Give it her hard, Philip!" she said, guiding the curate's knob head to her little daughter's greased anus as he knelt behind the naked 8-year-old. "I want to see every inch of your beautiful hard cock in Katie's adorable little bottom!" Philip wasn't slow to do as he was asked - roughly thrusting two fingers into Katie's anus to open her up a little, and then replacing them with his rock-hard, throbbing cock. As his swollen glans stretched her bum hole wide open, Katie uttered a loud, ecstatic moan. I was kneeling by her head and took the opportunity to grab hold of her hair and pull her open mouth onto my engorged cock. As I'd imagined, she could only just manage to take my knob head between her lips, but that was enough! She sucked on me greedily as Philip eased his huge tool into her rectum, and then she fluttered her wet tongue against my piss-slit, eagerly lapping up the copious amounts of precum that this caused. "Is it hurting yet, Katie?" asked Philip. "I'm half way in, again - soon I'm going to have to fuck you really hard if I'm going to get all of my cock in your bum, as your mummy wants!" "It hurts, but it's a really nice hurt!" said Katie, her pretty lips glistening with my precum. "Let me give Daddy a lovely cum first before you fuck me properly." She began to lick and nibble the full length of my shaft, and then gripped its base tightly as she sucked wetly on my knob end. I covered her tiny hand with mine, and encouraged her to wank me as her busy tongue brought me to orgasm. I wasn't sure whether to cum in her mouth or on her face - what a wonderful choice to be faced with! - but Sharan made up my mind for me. She took hold of Katie's hair when my groans told her I was reaching my climax, and gently pulled her head back. "Spunk on her cute little face, Dan - that's what the little slut loves!" As pulse after pulse of my hot semen splashed over Katie's upturned face, Philip began to thrust his cock deeper into her rectum, making her cry out in surprise. Ropes of sticky cum dangled from her nose and cheeks and forehead, swinging from side to side as her tiny, naked body was rocked by Philip's vigorous arse-fucking. I crawled over to Philip's side and watched entranced as he forced his cock completely into Katie's bottom, grunting loudly with the effort. Her anal sphincter was stretched to its utmost extent, the paleness of the surrounding flesh contrasting with the friction-induced redness of his pistoning cock. He had found his rhythm now - sweat dripping from his brow as he steadily fucked in and out of her obscenely stretched arse hole. "I'm going to cum now, Katie!" Philip cried. "I'm going to fill your little rectum with my hot spunk! Here we go - oh my God!!" Katie squealed with delight. "Mummy! Mummy! I can feel Philip's cock squirting inside my bottom! He buggered me really hard, didn't he - I bet my bum hole will be sore again, tomorrow!" "You're going to have to get used to that, darling," said Sharan. "It's more than likely that Philip's won't be the only cock poking your bottom hole in the future - I'm sure that your Daddy can't wait to fill your rectum with his hard cock-meat, for one!" Katie giggled as she stood up - cum trickling down the inside of her thigh. "Is it alright if the vicar and his friends bugger me, Daddy - after Natalie's party? Philip says that if you say yes, Jack will let you fuck Natalie in her bum and her cunt!" I smiled at my adorable naked 8-year-old daughter as she stood in front of me - cum slowly dripping from her face and leaking from her abused anus. "In that case, my sweet little Katie, the answer is a most definite yes!" I turned towards Philip. "Please let Jack know that Sharan and I accept his kind invitation - and that we look forward immensely to molesting little Natalie!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments are welcome. 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------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT-------------- This is a sexually graphic story with adult content. You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in this sexual fantasy story are imaginary, and are not a representation, in any manner, of any real world person or situation. THE UN-MALE CHRONICLES: PART 3 Author: ES2C Copyright: JULY 2002 ======= While sitting there, another late thirty-ish white couple came and sat down nearby. As they conversed, I began to take an interest in what they were saying. ======= SUE & ELMER (ELMIRA) "Sue I ... I don't know if this was a good idea ..." "Stop being wishy washy and a scardy cat. We've discussed this thoroughly and we're going to go through with it dear. I need another good humping like last time. You don't admit it, but I bet you're ready for another taste of good hot cream. And you even admitted last week that my snatch hasn't tasted the same since that night." "I didn't quite say it that way. I said I'd never have guess that you'd taste so ... so palatable after being ... being had so many times by those men." "Sounds like the same thing to me dear." "Oh Sue, I wished I'd never listened to you and gone to that part of town that night. The whole thing has changed our relationship and turned our marriage upside down. It seems all you think of since the attack is getting into a relationship with some black stud." "Dear, I know you're a little nervous about all this, but admit it, the idea of having black studs drop by to see me or us for sex has fascinated you too. I've seen the way you were looking at that BLACK DICKS & WHITE CHICKS magazines I had at the house." ====== I glanced over and could see the tell tale redness on Elmer's face that his wife was telling the truth. ======= "Elmer honey, what has happened has happened. The four darlings could've done far more than sexed us that night. We were lucky. I admit that. But at the same time, they made me feel like a woman at last. A feeling I've never had with you. And the way that one stud had you sucking him off, I think you too had feelings awakened within you. Feelings you weren't aware of either. Even in the dim light I could see you enjoyed what you were being made to do. And when they made you milk and lick clean each of their genitals clean, I was amazed at how efficiently you did so. I know you were scared, but you could've fooled me that you hadn't done that before. You sure you hadn't been a cock sucker before?" "Please Sue! Someone might hear you, and please don't call me that. And for the thousandth time, I've never done that before. I've told you before I'm not gay." "And I've told you the same number of times, I know you're not either. And it's just because you feel this guilt associated with Fellatio, is the reason I wanted you to come here to Un-male with me. When I inquired about the Meet Black Meat Program that Un-male have for white couples that want to be adopted by black studs, the nice counselor advised me that since we have to join the program to be in the adoption program, they might as well work on your feelings of guilt and shame of sucking cocks and having a taste for jism. From their initial testing as well as your own admission, you're not upset with feeling inferior to black studs, just this dick sucking thing. Oh here comes our counselor now." "Ms. Hudson and Elmer, we'll have to talk here, all our counseling room are occupied at the present." "Oh that's all right Ms. Powers, we understand." "Well Elmer, our further psychological test reveal you're still worried about what your wife thinks about your being a Fellator, even though she's told you she approves over and over again. You still have somewhat of a mental block about Fellatio. We think our therapy is right on track. By having you wear select articles of female apparel, your new exterior feminine image constantly reminds you that you don't have to worry about fitting a masculine role. And by doing that, you're free to let yourself adapt to and enjoy whatever you want in your new role or whatever is expected of you with complete freedom. Others see you as being less than a real man, which you are anyway, and they know not to expect more than that of you." "Darling you certainly don't have to worry about me expecting more of you. I know you're aren't man enough to do me any good since I've been humped by black dicks. So like Ms. Powers says, clear your mind and be free to accept new things." You are wearing feminine under things now, like we prescribed, aren't you Elmer?" "Uh, ... uh, yes." "Good. Ms. Hudson did you bring the blouse and other things I asked you to.?" "I've got them right here." "Elmer, I want you to add a few more things to what you're already wearing. This will ease the extra tension you'll probably experience on your first date tonight. Incidentally, We have two fine gentlemen for your dates tonight. They're brothers. One of them is named Royce, lets see what their background file says. Royce indicated `he has a preference for an obedient small statue white male in partial or complete drag, who knows his place and has no hangs about pleasing a superior black man orally.' Elmer I think he's just tailor made for you, according to your wife. The other brother, Jim prefers brunettes who are hot to trot'. I think that fits you Ms. Hudson. Both men work on an oil platform off the coast for 90 days at a time, so they'll probably have a lot of pent up hot jism to get rid of, and from what you folks tell us, since its been a while since you've had your last taste of that good stuff, you're probably as hungry to get it as they are to give it to you. We ordinarily don't send new couples out with two black studs on their first date, but however, due to the unique situation you two have been through, and the fact that we have these two brothers who have very similar complimenting interests to yours, the staff decided to take the risk and see how it'll work out." "But ... But I can't go out wearing a blouse ..." "Sure you can, and never say can't Elmer. Just do as we tell you to do. The powder room is over their Ms. Hudson. Elmer if you don't wear the other things your wife has here, I'm afraid we'll have to cancel the date. Just think of all the good times you'll miss tonight. And these two brothers will be so disappointed. And I know you don't want to displease your lovely wife over such a trifle matter as wearing a blouse, some light makeup, and some jewelry. Just look around you, see how so many other males like you have shed the foolishness of silly labels and images and are now fully learning to relate to their real inner needs. And by doing so, they find a happiness and serenity they never thought possible. Stop being afraid of life Elmer, be adventuresome. I'll come back in a half hour to see if you've made up your mind." === Ms. Powers walked away briskly after her pep talk to Elmer who looked flushed and deeply embarrassed. His wife embraced him and then opened the small garment bag to reveal the other feminine articles. After some discussion between them, the two walked slowly over to the powder room. It was obvious that his wife was in charge as she consoled as well as spurred her reluctant husband into doing as she and Ms. Powers wanted. In about twenty minutes, a more effeminate Elmer walked out of the powder room and returned to the seats which they'd left earlier. The dark gray business suit he wore was in stark contrast to the sheer ornately lacy Victorian blouse he wore. It had a very lacy collar that fitted tightly around his neck, almost like a choker would. He was also adorned with clip on pearl earrings and a very thin coat of red lipstick, pink blush, and eyeliner. He was mincing his steps and no wonder. He was also wearing low heel open toe pumps. Through the open ends of the flats one could clearly see was wearing lacy white stoking, like brides wear. His toenails were also painted pink. Elmer looked nervously around as he made his way back to their seats. He seems to feel better when it was apparent that no one was really staring at him. His wife was all smiles as she did her best to cheer and reassure him that everything would work out as they desired. ==================== "Did you have to paint my nails too?" "Yes honey, it really adds to your total image. you look so cute. I just know our dates will like you." "Oh please Sue can we stop this before it goes any further ..." "Hush! Don't say another word, you sweet little worrywart. Look here comes Ms. Powers. Now be on your best behavior. And smile. If you cause her to cancel our date, I'll mail a copy of that photo I took of you jerking off to your office." "You .. You wouldn't?" "Damn right I would. I need a big black dick in me so bad I can almost taste it. Give me a big smile like the ones that you'll see in your office if you screw this up." "Why Elmer, you look so darling. You're even smiling. That's very good." "He thought every thing over you said and is his doing his best to atone for his behavior. He's really looking forward to our dates, aren't we Elmer honey?" "Er, yes ... yes we are dear." "Good well look right over there, those are your dates. The Roberts brothers. Royce is the one on the left. See he has a nice pink corsage for you Elmer. He said he thought you'd like that since one of your hobbies is growing flowers. Jim is on the left Ms. Hudson. I might warn you that just as I suspected, both men are really horny tonight. They just came back from the platform 4 hours ago. They're really looking forward to a delightful evening. Just as you desired Ms. Hudson, as far as desirable personality characteristics that turn you and your husband on, both brothers are very assertive, dark skinned, and both use earthy language to express themselves. And Elmer like we told you sometime ago, if they call you a fag or sissy, remember that such terms are used as expressions of endearment and affection as well as ridicule by real men as the Roberts. The mere fact these darlings are dating you means they don't desire to deride or ridicule you, but are seeking mutual intimate affection companionship." === The Hudsons and I looked over at the two brothers about the same time. they were standing at one of the many information counters around. Both men were big and muscular. Royce was more heavyset. Both men were dark skinned as Sue had desired. It was obvious these were working men. Ms. Powers talked to the Hudsons for quite a while after pointing out their dates. She indicated that the Roberts hadn't seen any photos of the Hudsons - Un-male policy. She explained un-male wasn't running a beauty contest, but trying to match up people who had matching needs. She also reminded the Hudsons that for the first date, and as they requested, the date would take place right there in the Center. The party of four was to have dinner and afterwards stay go to a reserved room in the Center hotel, the four of them could pursue "activities of mutual interest" according to Ms. Powers. Ms. Powers also said that the room would be available until Eleven O'clock the next days. Ms. powers indicated she be going home soon and wouldn't return until the next morning, and would like to meet with the couple afterwards to get an assessment of their date. `If you're still here in the morning, stop by and tell me how things went. If not call me.' I was impressed with the well thought out Un-male arrangements. Ms. Powers left the Hudsons and brought the Roberts over to meet their dates. Both men had huge bulges in their pants. It was obvious they were ready for action. Ms. Powers advised the four to kill time and to sit down and chat a while before starting their evening. This was lucky for me, since I couldn't afford to leave the area at the moment, for I was still waiting to find out what happened with Leslie and his situation. After Ms. Powers departed, I settled down behind the guise of reading some literature and perked my ears for some intensive listening. ======== "Damn you look cute Elmer. But shit, the first thing we's gonna do is get you a name that's as cute as you. I ain't gonna have no date with a man's name and specially one like a cartoon figure. How about say hummmmm ... Elmira? You like your new name sissy?" "Uh ... I ... guess ..." "Well fuck it, I like it and that's what I'm gonna call you." "I like it Royce. It sounds so innocent and sweet. Don't you like it Jim?" Sue Hudson said in a sweet tone designed to ridicule her husband. "Yeah, it fits him perfect, he looks too sweet to be able to properly handle a good looking bitch like you." "He is darling, that's why I'm here with you. I need a real man." "Shit I been wanting to kiss them pretty red lips and feel your tities every since we been talking." "Why don't you honey? I think we'd both like that." "In front of your pansy old man?" "Sure, why not?. We're on a double date. Think of us as two girls out to have a good time. She has a man to kiss her if she needs one. Don't you Elmira dear?" "Uh ...". ===== Elmira, who had been dumfounded by Royce talking to him sharply and renaming him so boldly, seemed stunned again by his wife's brazen words and actions. He never had time to mumble out a reply. For it was at this point that Royce surprised everyone, and definitely me. He pulled the intimidated browbeaten Elmira toward him and placed a juicy kiss right on his glossy painted lips while holding him in a powerful arm grab. Elmira wiggled and tried initially to break the hold, but it was no use. Royce was just too strong for him. But later, Elmira stopped resisting, as it became apparent from even where I was sitting, that Royce was working his tongue between Elmira's lips and into his mouth. The French kiss apparently cause him to settled down and enjoy his predicament. When he closed his eyes his enjoyment became even more evident. His wife and Jim, after getting over the surprise of Royce's action, lost no time in mimicking the odd couple. I next saw Royce place and hold Elmira's smaller hand on the huge swelling lump in his pants. The contrast of Elmira' smaller white hand, accented with painted fingernails under Royce's much bigger black hand and especially considering what part of the anatomy it was on, was quite a sight to be seen. Elmira again was being forced to do something against his objections, but the sustained forced embrace apparently vanquished him, because he seemed to give up his resistance and slowly began to feel the outline of his masterful conqueror's penis. Elmira seemed to be curiously trying to determine its size and length. Royce evidently was pleased, because he allowed his effeminate date more freedom to explore. Elmira's lusty feelings must've gotten the better of him, because he was soon avidly groping Royce's genitals. At the same time Sue Hudson was giving the other brother's genitals similar caresses, while Jim was deep tongue kissing her and fumbling with her luscious knockers. Her arousal was evident. Her swollen nipples clearly shown through the thin material of her sheer low cut sexy blouse. The scene was extraordinary, but because the area was somewhat out of view of the main traffic area of the atrium, only a few people even saw the spectacle that I was witnessing. And those that did, didn't really seemed to take much notice. After all, this was Un-male Center. After both couples broke their embraces, there was some small talk, but it was evident in their conversation, they wanted more privacy. Elmira face was flushed after his experience, but had a rather pleasant countenance. He passively settled in his date's arm embrace and didn't struggle anymore. His unrestrained hand stayed in place on the now well defined swollen bulge down Royce's pants leg. Elmira seems to look anxiously at the bulge, almost anticipating the pleasures it promised him. Both men were in an increased state of arousal. ===== "Damn! You kiss pretty good once I got you jump started. You liked my kiss?" "Yes ... Yes sir." "Damn it Elmira! Say yes Royce darling, or some shit like that. Understand fairy?" "Yes ... Royce, darling. Your kiss was wonderful." Elmira's attitude change was astonishing to me. I couldn't believe this was the same wimpy man that only hours ago wanted to go home. It was obvious the his wife was hot and ready to go also. There was some more small talk before the two couples decided to go to their hotel room and worry about eating later. "Elmira honey I'm not very hungry for food now, how about say we skip the restaurant and go right to our room?" "Uh, ... Okay Sue. What ... whatever you say." "Do either of you have any objections?" "Fuck no bitch! How about you Jim?" "Hell no! Man I'm game. We can get room service later." "Anyway, I suspect you two darlings will find something for us girls to snack on when we get there." Elmira only blushed as he smiled at his wife's obvious come on. The four got up and left. Both black men had their arms lovingly around each of their randy dates. Each brother's enormous hard cock was very evident when they stood up. Their straining rods seemed on the verge of breaking through the cloth that restrained them. It should be no secret to any observer what the men's dates were in for. I lamented at not knowing what the actual outcome of Sue and Elmira's evening would be, but if I had to bet, I suspected the couple would get what they sought, and so would the Brothers Roberts. I sat and squirmed in the waiting area seat as I continued my vigil for the original reason I'd come. I'd doze a little bit and then awake to wonder if I'd miss Leslie and Clay's return. Two hours came and went and no Clay, Leslie, Shirley, or his mother - Ms. Baxter, or Ms. Strong. I decided to wait for dawn to see if I needed to. I tried to zero in on some interesting conversation from others in the area, but nothing really exciting to compare with the other stories I've detailed thus far. Another hour had gone by and I was re-evaluating if the results of Leslie and Clay's liaison were worth the wait or that important to the story. Well curiosity got the best of me. I concluded that if Shirley, Ms. Baxter, and Ms. Strong were still in the office, then Clay and Leslie must still be together. A half-hour later, I spotted a smiling, but happy and tired looking Leslie coming toward Ms. Strong's office. Leslie was holding onto Clay's arm with both hands as they walked. There was a change on the pansy's face that was so noticeable, as compared to when I saw him last. Leslie, with a very broad and loving smile, had his eyes riveted on clay instead of looking ahead, as the two walked. Clay on the other hand was walking and not paying much attention to the smiling Leslie, who also seem to be trying to carry on a conversation with him. Leslie being much shorter than Clay had to sort of walk and skip to keep up with the tall dark men that was his escort. The two went into Ms. Strong's office. I was wondering if I was going to be able to get any more to add to this story after all my waiting. Well I decided to wait some more. Maybe I'd be able to glean something from them as they walked out, if I was fortunate. My luck held out, about ten minutes later, Leslie and Shirley came out and sat in a set of corner seats behind me. My excitement grew as I strained to hear them, while at the same time not trying to arouse suspicion of what I was doing. "It sure took a long time for you and mother to go over your questionnaires." "It was a little long but worth it all. We had to watch a few videotapes also, but what we saw was so educational. Un-male is a fine organization Leslie honey, I want you to go. You'll be so much happier for the experience. I know you're angry with me for what you saw yesterday, but whether you marry me or some other lucky woman, the training will be good for you. your mother is doing the right thing by bringing you here." "Shirley I'm so glad we have this chance to talk. I want to say I ... I love you dearly. What I saw surprised me, but after I thought about it a bit, I thought if I truly loved you, I ... I should accept your desires for uh ... doing that as part of my love for you." "That's so sweet of you to say baby, but say what I was doing. Don't try to dress or cover it up. I'm a white slut for black men. I'm a whore darling. I whore for Clay. Go on say it while looking me in the eyes." "Er ... okay. You're a white whore for black men and you ... you whore for Clay. You sell your wonderful pussy for his profit." "That's good dear. You and I have to be honest and open about our relationship." "Shirley, I do still love you. I don't care if you are a whore. In fact, I honor and respect you for what you are. As you know, I respect black men for their masculine superiority. So I fully accept Clay in your life and why you work the streets for him. As mother has told me, I should not be surprised that all white women will have a real man, a black man, in their lives. Mother always told me I should. That's why she was so keen on our marriage. But I guess I never took her seriously or fully realized it, until tonight." "Why is that baby?" "Clay and I had chance to have a long heart to heart talk. I was slightly uneasy to be all alone with him, but as we talked, I warmed up to him like never before. The room where we were at was really like a kitchenette apartment. He made himself comfortable as he watched TV. I was hopping around bringing him drinks or snacks. He even had me take off his shoes. And you know I found myself delighted at being able to serve him like this. It just seemed so natural for me to do this. By being dressed up the way I was, I never thought of myself as a man, so it made it easier for me to perform in a womanly role and do as he wanted. He called me a sissy, a fag and a he bitch several times. I ... I don't know why, but I sort of liked him calling me that. That's just what the Un-male counselor told me would happen when I'd dress up and be around a real man. Do you think that's wrong or weird?" "Of course not sugar. It's natural for a real man like clay to remind a sweetie like you of your place. And it's just as natural for you to be fond of what he calls you. That's all so wonderful honey, but tell me more." "Well he invited me to sit down with him and we talked about you and all that's happened in the last couple of days. To my surprise it was so easy talking to him. I told him how much I still loved you, even though I knew he was the real man in your life. He told me why I should still love you and that he respected me for what I was - a pantywaist mama's boy and a jack off - and that it was good to meet a whitey who knew his place and accepted it. I don't know why, but it made everything seemed so right when he said these things to me - I guess because it was true. He told me he liked me, that's why he didn't mind me coming over to `clean the crib' for you and he. He also agreed that mother was correct in putting me in for Un- male training. He also told me that you were a better woman than I deserved. `How many other whores would let a bird dick pip-squeak like you even look at their pussy, let alone suck it?' I had to admit he was right. We also talked about how good your cunt was. Of course, we were addressing it from two perspectives - him from creaming in you, and me from sucking you out. I felt no shame in admitting to him, this real man, that I loved sucking his and your many John's cum out of your sweet cunt. `Sometimes one man's slop is another man's treasure. Don't be shame cause you like the taste of cunt slop. I respect you for it because I know this is your calling to be less than a man'. My esteem for Clay really went up when he praised me for doing what I did best - being less than a man and being subservient to those superior to me. `This is the only thing that'll make you happy.' I'll never forget the way he said that. I couldn't help but tell him that I cherished his advice so much and that I'd be so devoted to him as the real man of the house, that is, if you still thought I was deserving enough to marry. He assured me that he'd put in a good word for me with you." "He's always liked you darling. He told me the first time he saw you that he respected you for your unpretentious attitude about being manly - you weren't and you knew it. He said one of the reasons you and he hit it off so well was that you knew your place and never exceeded it. He liked the way you'd occasionally say `Sir' to him. If I can share a secret with you honey, he's the reason I started paying more attention to you when you came over to clean up the place that one time for your mother. When you started coming back to see if there were other things you could do for us, I thought you had a crush on me - your mother told me so too - I was thrilled and started to flirt with you. Clay gave me the okay me to give you some pussy instead of paying you for coming over to be like our maid. From that darling, I fell in love with you, and saw you as being just the kind of husband I needed. And with Clay thinking so much of you as he did, I knew we three would be so happy." "I hope so Shirley. I love you so." "I know you do honey, now tell me more of what you two talked about." "Clay seemed to be so proud with the number of tricks you've turned for him. He's told me how many repeat customers you have and how the men in the black part of town rave about your pussy. Shirley, darling, I couldn't help feel the same pride as he did and told him I hoped you'd still want me and think I was still deserving enough to be your ... to be your husband." "sweetie pie, you just work hard to get your Un- male certificate, that'll be your first step in proving how worthy you are." "I will darling. Oh thank you for loving me and having faith in me." "You're welcome baby, but go on. tell me what else happened." "Well, it was then that he pulled me closer to him and said `my dick is starting to get hard just thinking about the bitch. You being dressed so pretty ain't helping matters either. In fact, I don't know whether it's her or you that's getting my Roscoe hard.' I felt the strangest sense of excitement when he pulled me over to him and as he talked to me the way he did. His actions sent a shiver of tingling excitement down my back. His heavy husky tone of voice and big hand on me made me feel so weak and submissive. Then he ... he kissed me on .. on the mouth." "He did! That was so nice of him." "I was worried you might be upset at ..." "Perish the thought baby. I've always wanted you and Clay to be very close, after all he is the real man in my life. If you love me you have to love him, and you of course know he has to give his approval to you being married to me." "Well I'm ... I'm really glad to hear that Shirley. You'll know why when I tell you else what happened." "Please do honey, and don't leave out a thing. Here let me kiss you to help steady your nerves." "Smack." "Oh that was so good Shirley honey, thanks I needed it. Well when his lips made contact with mine, I couldn't believe how weaker, but dreamy I felt as he pushed his strong tongue right in my mouth. He probed my mouth and I found myself sucking on his longer bigger tongue. As he broke the kiss, I thought I heard the noise of a zipper. I did. His. He'd unzipped his fly and guided my hand right into his pants before I knew what was going on, I ... I was feeling his swollen heated penis." "Did you like holding his big black dick sweetie?" "Yes ... Yes Shirley ... I ... I did. I hope you don't think I'm perverted because I ... I did ... this." "Of course not darling. Don't ever think of such a wonderful thing as this as being unusual. I'd wish more males like you wouldn't think such things or think that it's shameful to handle another man's genitals, and especially a real man like Clay. It shows me you are not afraid of being your self." " I'm so glad you said so honey, because the mere touch further exhilarated me in my state of mind. He still had one arm around me and squeezing me gently. I laid my head softly on his shoulder and continued to stroke and grip his large tool. He let me know that my hand felt good on his cock. I thanked him for letting me touch his manhood and told him this was the first time I'd ever touched another man's cock. I confessed how you let me see you and he make love one time and how amazed I was at the size of his member. He then took my hand away from him, stood up and told me to get on my knees and unbuckle and take off his pants. I slowly fell to my knees to do as he ordered. I had to struggle to get his shorts over his long stiff hard-on. When his pants and shorts fell to his ankles I still had a hard time believing the size of his balls and the thickness of his long organ. I was in awe of this real man. Please forgive me, but I still feel embarrassed in telling you all this." "Don't be sweetie, I don't ever want my baby to feel shame about telling me about such exciting delightful things as this. I want you to admire black men's cocks darling and tell them or me anytime that you do. I see it as being very healthy for you to do so. An expression of beauty should never be held back dear. Remember that." "I will. If nothing else Darling, this also helped me understand why you liked black cocks so much and why mother was always giving me pictures of black men's magnificent cocks to remind me of their superiority. There is nothing that could've prepared me for actually seeing one in person so close." "That's so sweet of you to say honey. It really turned you on huh?" "Yes, it did. I ... I've never told anyone this before Shirley. I ... I hope you don't change your mind about marrying me because of it." "I doubt it sweetie pie, but go ahead tell me. We can't have secrets between us." "You see, mother always kept telling me that one day a black man was going to choose me to suck him off. I ... I hope you don't think this gross or that she was trying to make me ... gay, or she was nuts. But, she kept telling me that I should be ready for the opportunity when it arose." "I would never think such a thing of your wonderful mother. Plus she was correct to tell you that sweetie. You know I suck dicks all the time. So just because you may give another man a blow job, especially a man like Clay, doesn't make you gay. It makes you happy doesn't it?" "Yes ... yes it does. I ... I'm relieved to hear you say that. Because, every since I was a teenager, she'd make me practice on this imitation penis that was made of rubber. She kept telling me it was for my own good. Even if I was forced to suck someone off, at least I'd know how. Later she got one of those with an ejaculation bulb on it. She wouldn't tell me when she was going to squirt the liquid in the bulb through the fake black cock. Soon I was an accomplished enough practice cocksucker to handle `surprise creams' - that's what she called them - with ease. I use to hate all the practice she'd make me go through, and I only did them to please her. I never though I'd ever have to or want to suck anybody's cock." "Sweetie I'm so glad she prepared you to be a cocksucker. You should be glad your mother was so wise to have the foresight to see what you might need in life?" "I ... guess so." "But go on and tell me more sweetie." "Oh yes. Well, his organ was so incredibly majestic. I knew mother was right when she told me such magnificence should be praised and paid homage too. Be ... before he told me, I knew I wanted what he wanted. When he told me `suck on this the way you sucked my tongue, pansy.' I wanted too so bad that I virtually opened my lips as wide as I could and engulfed his enormous cock head." "You did! That's so marvelous. Honey I've got to tell you something of a secret. I've wanted you to suck Clay's cock anyway. I thought this would bond the three of us closer. But go on and tell me more, my sweet little cocksucker. I'm proud of you." "That's so good to know Shirley. Well, The penis glan was so smooth and pleasing to the touch of my tongue. I eagerly ran the tip of my tongue in and over the huge pee slit. The feel and taste of real dick meat was so much better than rubber and plastic. All the techniques mother had made me practice seem to come back like I'd done this yesterday. Clay really seemed to be enjoying this as much as I did. He gently stroked himself in and out of my mouth. The feel of his fullness hitting the back of my throat was so pleasurable. When he came, I wasn't surprised when he did, but as to the bountiful amount and the heat of his boiling semen. I lost track of how many times I had to swallow to get it all down." "He does shoot a lot. Wasn't it delicious honey?" "Delicious just doesn't do justice to the scrumptious taste of his hot slimy load. It was good to have done this for him. I ... I felt so ... so pleased and contented with myself." "You had good reason dear, Come here sweetie, let me give my baby another kiss for being such a good cocksucker for my real man. I'm so proud of you." "Smack." "Did you do him again sweetie, or just that one time?" "I milked his lovely still hard cock for a long time. I sucked and sucked, but he didn't come. when my jaws started to ache, I asked him if I could take a break. He let me. I still had my head in his lap and lapped his stiffness from time to time as I thanked him often for what he let me do. I repeatedly wanted to know if I did it like he wanted me to. He kept reassuring me that I'd done `a pretty good job.' I asked him if he was going to tell you about this. He wanted to know why shouldn't he. He said I should be proud for my _ fiancee to know I'd sucked him off. I had no good answer why I shouldn't either, so I asked him if he'd let me tell you first. He told me you'd be pleased at me. And Shirley that meant so much to me when you said you were." "I know dear. I could see it in your eyes. You're going to make me a proud loving devoted obedient husband sweetie." "I'm going to try my best. Clay also told me that he will probably want me to do him again right in front of you and mother, but I ..." "For sure honey. I think you should sweetie. That'd be so nice. It'd be like a ceremony telling everyone that he's the real man in your life too." "I'd never thought of it that way, but it does seem so appropriate. And I guess more so after I tell you what else happened later." "What darling?" Reader, it became a little hard to hear Leslie and Shirley talking at this moment, because more people came by, and Leslie talked in a lower hushed voice. But from I could gather, it appeared that after he couldn't easily suck another `scrumptious load' from Clay's magnificent member to get him off, Clay told him that was okay. He needed to fuck to get off again. Clay insinuated that if Leslie was `ass ready', he might could get his rocks that way. But he told Leslie not to worry, that he could pop his load later in Shirley. Leslie it appeared to take that less than well, but accepted what Clay told him. However, Leslie found some kind of Un-male Love kit in the bathroom of the suite they were in. He read the instructions and tried the kit out. It evidently had something to do with preparing an Un-male for just what was needed in this situation - to be `ass ready.' So it appears that Leslie, now all clean, opened up and lubricated went back into tell Clay that he didn't have to wait to do Shirley, he could do him if he wanted. Clay did do the transvestited Leslie, not once but three times. He seemed to beamed with the utmost pride as he described to his white slut fiancee in detail how wonderful it felt to be used that way, as well as how many times Clay busted his nuts in him. He described all the explicit details of how the muscular black man vigorously humped and plunged his huge dick in his white bottom. She urged him for more and more details as she hugged and kissed him repeatedly, which expressed her joy at what'd occurred. It was in this emotional state that Leslie's mother found them when she came out of Ms. Strong's office. Shirley quickly told her everything, and she added her praise for her sissy son's achievements. A few minutes later Clay walked out to where the three were. Leslie's mother, with tears streaming down her face, jumped up and hugged and kissed Clay. Thanking him for what he'd done for her son. Shirley also did the same. Both women were hugging him at the same time. Clay had brought them word from Ms. Strong. "She wants to know if you all want Leslie to stay overnight or comeback on his own for his therapy." "Oh, I think he can come home with us tonight, since you've made me such a proud mommie. You've atoned for everything you've done to upset me darling." "Thank you mother." "And me too darling. With your new attitude we're going to have a beautiful wedding. But remember, you've got to get that Un-male certificate." "I will Shirley. I want to make you and Clay and mother real proud of me." "Okay then, I'll tell the bitch he'll be coming back later. I'm glad this shit is over. Hey babe, we done loss five hours intake while we been fucking around here. If I'm lucky you can turn a few stragglers tonight before we call it quits." As the reader could hear, Clay's mind was back on business after the women's emotional episode. His beeper went off as he was talking. He sent Leslie's mother to tell Ms. Strong about Leslie while he went to find a phone. Shirley and Leslie remained seated. I heard her tell her husband to be that she was going to come right by his place with her loaded cunt, before he went to work in the morning. He thanked her and they talked about him possibly coming by her place and doing the same every morning. I heard her tell him something like "I'd like for you to go to work everyday with me on your breath." When Clay returned, he told them that the call was from one of his customers he hadn't heard from in a while. He said that the man was about Leslie's mother's age. Without the least bit of embarrassment, he asked Leslie's mother if she'd turn the trick for him since he didn't have time to waste Shirley on the trick - who evidently didn't want to pay too much anyway. She was caught of guard, as well as the others. But then Shirley chimed in to support the idea. Leslie's mother's face seemed to light up when Clay mentioned the John was black. "Well I haven't had any in a long time. What the hell! I guess it's the least I can do for the happiness you've brought to me and what you've done for me and my baby. Okay, I'll do it." Clay called the customer back and confirmed that he was going to send a substitute for Shirley over to the man's house. He also told Leslie to drive his mother over to the man's place and wait on her while she turned the trick. The four left after that. Like the lovers they were, Clay and Shirley strolled out linked arm in arm, looking so much in love. Following behind them were Leslie and his mother. She holding his hand like a child. He asked her a question that I didn't quite hear, but the answer was "Of course mommie will let you suck her pussy after the nice man is finished with me. That'd be a nice reward for you being so well behaved today." As he walked away, Leslie's sissy twitch seemed more mature and wanton than before. =========END: THE UN-MALE CHRONICLES=======

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c February 2004 By C.D.E. & Es2c, ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(Cuckold, Humil, MC, M+/F, Male Fem, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom, MDom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Title: Dr. Judy: The Case File of Mark & Millie - (Part 3) Authors: C.D.E. & Es2c AUTHORS NOTES: C.D.E.: Es2c and I have finally collaborated on a tale. This saga of Dr. Judy's (a new character for both myself & Es2c) involves her encounter with Mark & Millie. The story seeks to combine themes from my "Family Bonding" & "Mother Debbie" series, and Es2c's "The Group". Es2c: First. I must say it is a pleasure for me to finally work collaboratively with C.D.E. on developing a story that seeks to meld themes from both our fantasy interests. NOTE: This story is not designed to be a quick read, but rather to bring out subtle nuances of wry erotic humiliations experienced by the main character of focus - "Mark". Our goal was to purposely fill this tale with prose that would titillate those who are into mild FemDom and forced male feminization, and of course, cuckoldry themes. ENJOY! Works of both authors can be found at www.asstr.org, look under authors (free site). Abstract: Mark and Millie, who are engaged, are having relationship problems. They are seeking the professional help of Dr. Judy, a Relationship Counselor, in an attempt to resolve their differences. Differences that Mark believed to be un-resolvable, that is, until he came under the counsel of Dr. Judy and was subjected to her unusual therapies. CAST: Mark - Fiance/Husband Millie - Fiancee/Wife Dr. Judy - Relationship Counselor PART 3 The Shocking Cock Lock & Other Things EXCERPTS FROM MARK'S DIARY (CONT.) Diary, finally, the talk got around to the strange, but apparently strong thin heavily plastic coated cable and plastic modules surrounding my waist and wrapped strategically around and about my genitals. "Mark, and Ladies, this is the latest in behavior and attitude conditioning management as a supplement for males such as Mark undergoing PANSI Therapy. It is small, lightweight and highly reliable. Mark will not be hampered by it, as it will not impact any of his normal body hygiene, or excretory function. As you can see, there is no encasement over his little prick in the lease. It has a smart microchip that can detect when he is handling himself and will prevent that, if desired. It is an excellent device to prevent or control his masturbation. That control will be in your hands ladies." Spoke Dr. Judy with what I thought was a smug unprofessional expression her face. Diary, as I listened to how the electronic cock lock worked, I almost started crying. If I got an erection and sought to try and relieve it, whether by rubbing off or pulling my peter, the device would provide small electric shocks to deter me from doing so unless the holder of one of the remotes gave me electronic permission to jack off. In addition, each remote was customized to each of the women in the room. The key to activating the remote was a electronic fingerprint impression in a recess on the side of the remote. There is also a voice code they had to speak into a small mike, on the front of the unit. So no matter if I got the device, or someone else, it still wouldn't work for them or me. To make matters worse, even if I ran away, it had a built in GPS location system and was linked to the cell phone system, so that I could be given a behavioral electric jolt no matter where I was. Dr. Judy was very firm in her warning to me about trying to remove the device or not coming in to see her staff about replacing/recharging the batteries every two months. Her explanation of how my balls could be fried, if I did either, was enough to encourage me to never try to remove the device or forget to keep the batteries fresh or charged. Diary, after all I'd been through, I can't believe even to this day, that Dr. Judy used her device to give me a strong punishing jolt which cause me to double over. Then about 2 minutes after I'd recovered from that, she let all four women use each of their devices to give my balls a more milder, attention getting jolt, from their devices to be sure they had the hang of operating them. Overcome by the reality of what was happening to me, and on the verge of tears, I begged and pleaded with Dr. Judy and Millie and the others to have the device removed. "Mark, sweetie, this is for your own good." Spoke mother. "Mark, darling, if you love me enough for me to become your wife, you'll stop whining and give your PANSI training time to work. Plus, Mark, it's going to make me so happy to know that I'll be able to control when you can jerk off. And you do want to make me happy, don't you?" Millie said with another bright smug smile on her face. She was also fingering the red button on the small, pager size, remote, which controlled the jolts I'd been receiving. I looked around the room. There was silence. I could tell by the looks on the other women's faces, they were hoping I would give Millie an opportunity to use push the button. I knew I was beaten - both physically and emotionally. "Y-Yes Millie, I-I want to-to make y-you happy." I replied sheepishly as I hung my head. "That's better Mark. Don't worry, you'll have these moments of anxiety initially until you fully adapt to and become fully adjusted to being a truly PANSI male and husband." Spoke Dr. Judy with yet another smug and unprofessional smile as she put her hand on my shoulder. All of the electric shocks, mild or not, let me know I was now truly a PANSI prisoner and had been committed to be under the control of others, whether I wanted to or not. I was ready for this day to be over. I was sure that no more indignities could be imposed on me, even if the intent was to help me secure my relationship with the woman I loved. I was still wondering if the price I was paying for Millie's love might be too steep, that is, in terms of my self-esteem. I assumed that after the ointment rub I would be allowed to get dress and then leave. It was then that I noticed Dr. Judy and Millie off to the side talking. They walked back toward myself and the group. Dr. Judy spoke to the group. "Everyone! Millie has just informed me that she has a date with one of her "real men" studs in about a half hour." Diary, Dr. Judy looked me squarely in the eye as she stressed "real men" and paused momentarily in her broadcast to the group. I know I looked pathetic as I hung my head once more. She continued speaking after she got the obviously desired reaction she sought from me. The feel of the other eyes in the room was also on me. "However, all this activity here has aroused her, and she needs Mark to perform Cunnilingus for her, so as to reduce her sexual anxiety and calm down her heated cunt. She wanted to take Mark in another room and have him suck her pussy there. However, I have suggested, and she has agreed, that he should do her right here while we watch and evaluate how well he does her." Diary, once more I was surprised at such a brazen proposal. It would only further humiliate and shame me. I was so dumfounded. I literally could've been pushed over with the proverbial feather. "Yes, that's a great idea." Cried out Aunt Monica. "Super idea! Yelled Millie's mother. "Not only that, but he can give us all some tongue so we can all make a better, you know, first person assessment. Plus, I've been wanting to have my sweet Mark put his mouth on my pussy for some time now, every since I've found out he's been doing it for Millie." There was a loud murmuring of agreement in the room on mother's idea. Which absolutely flabbergasted and made me speechless. "Why, that's a delightful idea." Dr. Judy said in response to mother's idea. "Your idea has so much merit. Not only will it do what you said, that is give each of you ladies a first hand data, but it will also help in mother son bonding. Which will further drive home to Mark that it's quite all right to be a mama's boy and still hold onto his mama' apron string." Spoke Dr. Judy as she again stared momentarily upon my astonished face. She had a sickly cruel smile that went way beyond smug, and eons beyond professionalism. "Another benefit will be to reduce mother-daughter-in-law jealousy too. In addition Millie, you shouldn't mind if your darling fianc here sucks his mama's pussy as well as other family members' pussies, you know, so as to keep his tongue and lips and mouth suction muscles in fine form for you, would you?" "Oh no, you're absolutely right Dr. Judy, I wouldn't mind in the least. You're correct of course, the exercise of those important muscles can only be good for our relationship and eventual marriage." Millie replied to Dr. Judy's outrageous assertions. I was so overwhelmed at the unreal atmosphere in the room and what was going on, I couldn't speak. While standing there not believing my eyes and ears, Millie was shown to the exam table nearby. In the back of my mind, I could hear Dr. Judy instructing her how to position herself for easy access of my head on her heated crotch. As I turned around slowly, I could see Dr. Judy positioning the stirrups on the sides of the table for Millie's beautifully shaped legs. Millie was waiting for me to kneel before the apex of the perfectly formed vee that was formed by her legs and her neatly trimmed pouting pussy mound, and slightly agape gash. The sight was very appealing, even if horribly embarrassing in other ways. Millie beckoned me toward her, and Millie's mother took my arm and lead me toward her daughter, all spread out and positioned to be tongued by me, before she went out on a date with one of her real men. I was way too weak too resist, plus I already knew that it was useless to try. In addition, Dr. Judy insisted I consume the rest of the herbal tea she'd brought in just for me, before I began my "mouth love' of Millie. I did as she asked. "That's right Mark, kneel down here and show my daughter that you're a good and decent fellow who just made a little mistake by saying she was a tramp because she has let so many men fuck her." Spoke Millie's mom as she guided me to my knees before the expanse of her daughter's white fleshy inviting thighs. Millie added to her mom's comments, as she laid back awaiting the arrival of my tongue in her heated muff. "I forgive you Mark darling. I can understand how you might've come to such an utterly erroneous and wrong conclusion just because I've had over 300 different dicks in my pussy over the last 10 years, or that I go out with groups of guys and suck and fuck their dicks soft. Mark, it's just my nature. Sometimes, I like to be the only woman in a group of men, and put out for them. But don't worry darling, I really, really do love you and want to marry you. You're very special to me. Just knowing I'll be marrying a decent innocent virgin like you means so much to me sweetheart. It'll be so good to bring my dick battered and overflowing pussy home to share with you, so you can soothe it with your wonderful loving kisses, licks, and sucking lips. "I know I mean more to you than a cunt to stick your dick in dear. That's how other men see me. And I appreciate that of you Mark. I know you really love me honey. And to let you know how much I appreciate you Mark, I want you to know that since we have been dating and engaged, that no matter how many men have fucked me, you're the only one I let put his mouth on my frequently fucked and creamed-in pussy." "Oh that's so romantic. I'm telling you Mark, if that doesn't prove to you that Millie respects and loves you, I don't know what does." My Aunt Monica injected after Millie's soliloquy. "Now c'mon Mark honey, please lick my pussy. I need your tongue lashing darling." Spoke Millie with a sense of urgency in her voice. Simultaneously, her mother's hand was on the back of my head pushing forward to her daughter's very popular and almost public cunt. A cunt, that many, many others have fucked and that I'll have to wait months to get my less than manly prick into. In the meanwhile, I'm still in love with and attracted to Millie. Something in me says I still should walk away from her. But now after all I've been through, I still want to be near her and want to be intimate with her, even if only in this way. Actually, I don't have a choice at the moment, so I do what is expected of me. "OOOOOOHH! Mark, your tongue is so heavenly. That feels sooooo goooood." Millie's moans filled the room as I settled my face into her attractive and neatly trimmed hairy crotch and let my tongue work over her heated sex meat. It had been a while, but it felt so good to have my hands grasping her shapely soft bottom and the taste of her soft succulent fervent cunt meat under my tongue. Diary, her pussy tasted good, but yet a bit blander than the way Millie has fed it to me for the last few months. The reason was obvious. She hadn't been freshly fucked and there was no semen flavoring. I hated to admit it to myself, but her used snatch spiced with spent jism had a richer, more full-bodied taste, than without it. Even though my head was clamped between Millie's thighs, I heard all of conversation going on in the room around me. "Your son is so happy to have his right head back in my daughter's cunt. Why look at his little hard-on." I heard Millie's mother said as she talked to mother. "Yes, he is. He's right where he belongs. That's why I persuaded him to go to Dr. Judy to work on rebuilding his relationship with your lovely daughter. He's such a decent, mannerly hard working boy. You'll have to forgive him for saying the things he did about Millie. He's naive and inexperienced about the world and what's good for him." Mother replied. "Mark is so lucky to have such an understanding mother who persuaded him to see me." I heard Dr. Judy speaking. "Thank you so much Dr. Judy. A mother tries to do what's right for her baby." Was mother's reply. "Mark is deeply in love with Millie. He knows what he wants, but was slow to understand what necessary changes he had to make in the relationship, once he discovered Millie was as promiscuous and popular as she was with other men. But with the PANSI Therapy, he's already beginning to see things in their proper light. In no time, you'll see him fully adopting the appropriate attitude for his rightful role in a long term harmonious role with Millie and her real men." "Dr. Judy, you're a saint. Thank you so much for your efforts and the interest and care you're taking with Mark to help him be with the girl of his dreams." Mother replied warmly to Dr. Judy. She and mother continued to discuss things that I only heard bits and snippets of. Millie was starting to juice up quite a bit from my tonguing and mouth suctioning of her soft warm pussy meat. And my slurping noise was interfering with my ability to hear more of what was going on beyond my ears. In addition, Millie was starting to bump and grind and scrub her now wet juicing pussy bush all over my face. But I did hear Dr. Judy tell mother "Thanks to you, Mark is a very well mannered young man. And you are to be commended for your masturbation management of him even though he's an adult. It's probably why he's still a virgin. More mothers should have such foresight and diligence as you. Then more girls like Millie could find decent, hard working, devoted, faithful, mollycoddled virginal fiancs. Its husbands-to-be like Mark who make such excellent emotional helpmates to the Millies of the world, even if they need real men to take care of their other sexual needs." "Why thank you, Dr. Judy, I've done my best for Mark. And you're right, I see your point about a vibrant girl like Millie and my Mark, who's such a mama's boy, do make such a sweet couple." "And you're done a very fine job. I can not praise you enough for keeping him under your thumb, attached to your apron strings and instilling the true spirit of being a mama's boy in him. But in order to have him in full harmony as a PANSI male and husband, Mark's behavior has to be adjusted such that he is totally at ease with feeling inferior to Millie, and especially to her real men. He must feel a need to be obsequious, even more than his unassuming sheepish self at present. He must feel a newfound freedom in feeling this way. He must see this as a lifestyle that allows others to use him for their benefit and pleasure. He must understand that not only should he derive pleasure in being used, but he must also see it as a strong point of his character. He must also be self- confident, willing, and not show any reluctance to letting people use him for their sexual pleasure or other benefit." "Oh yes Dr. Judy, I will do whatever I can to make Mark well adapted and happy in his new role as a useful PANSI male and husband. And believe me, I am in full accord with your philosophy concerning whippings being an effective way of fully stripping away false pride and superfluous feelings of grandeur and false importance. I'm a firm believer in using the rod to maintain proper discipline and mental well being for those who need it, as well as for those who give the whippings." "You're a wise woman. Not everyone has the advanced and mature insight that you have. That is, that the whipper's mental well being is benefited. In most cases, the whipper's mental well being is enhanced, from inflicting whippings on a recipient, whether the recipient deserves a whipping or not, other than the fact that the whipper has the need or an urge to beat the recipient to satisfy the whipper's mental well being. "That is part of the reason that I'm prescribing monthly refresher whippings for Mark. He needs to become desensitized to being whipped and accept that it's just part of his obligatory duties, as a loving husband and emotional helpmate to be lashed at the discretion and prerogative of Millie, or you or other family fems." Diary, that's all I could hear clearly from mother and Dr. Judy, as they slowly walked away and continued talking. Also, Millie became nosier as her moans became louder. She also began to furiously heave her shapely bottom off the table and even humped my face even more vigorously, as she got off with a series of short brief intense orgasms. To my chagrin, the other woman applauded my efforts. I at first was embarrassed, especially since I had an erection. But, I smiled and accepted that they all meant well. After all, I did feel a certain pride in getting my fianc off in a way I now know I couldn't otherwise. "Thanks, Mark darling. You are the greatest sucker. Gotta run now. I don't want to be late for my date. But don't worry, when I stop by your place later tonight, my pussy will be nice and creamy, like you're use to it. Actually, it will be extra creamy, since I will bring you more fuck froth that I have before. So, don't eat too much at dinner sweetie. Save some room for the creamy pussy pie my date and I are going to make for you." Said Millie as she was composing herself. I was still on my knees with the wetness of her pussy smeared across my face as she quickly blew me a kiss before she left. As she left me there on my knees, I felt no shame or embarrassment at what had transpired. I was rather mellow and contented at having pleased Millie, even if it was to take the edge off her horny-ness for her date with another man. I concluded that what I'd done for the love of Millie, is the type of thing a real man would find difficult or impossible to do for the woman he loved. But this was relatively easy for someone like me, especially after what had recently occurred to me in the last hour or so. In a strange surrealistic way, my ego was boosted to know I did something for Millie that her real men wouldn't do. Diary, I noticed that my ass was not hurting near as much as earlier. The ointment had worked wonders. The pain was almost completely gone, even if only temporary. Dr. Judy told mother it was to be applied every four hours. After Millie departed, my Aunt Monica was hot to have her pussy licked by me so as she could begin her assessment of my tonguing efforts. I think Millie's mother really wanted to be next, but she was a bit more bashful than my aunt was. My aunt quickly pulled my head to her thick mature bush and urged me to get down to business pronto. I did. Her thick hairy muff bush was still attractive, even if there was quite a thicket of pubic hair there. The taste was not as tasty as Millie's was, but still flavorful in any case. My mouth and tongue were getting quite a workout, but I managed to get all the women off, including Dr. Judy, to their satisfaction. And all gave me a good evaluation of how well I used my tongue, lips and sucking to appease the lust in their pussies. Diary, I had eaten out Millie, Aunt Monica, Millie's Mother, my Mother, and Dr. Judy. My mouth and jaw and tongue muscles were tired, but in a strange way, it did my ego good to have gotten all five women off with intense, rousing, and in all cases, multiple orgasms. While I was eating the five hairy boxes, I pondered some of what I'd overheard mother and Dr. Judy discussing. And the boost to my ego seemed to fit right in with Dr. Judy saying I had to feel self-confident and be pleased in doing what pleased others. However, I wasn't angry with her or the women for having demanded I eat their pussies for their pleasure - not my pleasure. Yet, I was very pleased at just having gotten them all off. Another thing I had to contend with and for which I had no control over, was my own sexual relief. Dr. Judy made it clear. I would only be allowed to jack off every two weeks until further notice. She made sure I and the women heard her. I was not only shocked at her pronouncement, but also embarrassed to hear her say this in front of mother and the other women, despite all the other things that had just happened to me. "Mark, it's important for your well being to abstain sexually. That's why your jacking off has to be controlled. You are so fortunate that your mother instilled in you the merits of masturbation to preserve your virginity until marriage and to save yourself for your future wife. You are a good son for having followed her advice as well as having gotten accustomed to having done so under her surveillance over the years." "Thank you for your warm compliments, Dr. Judy. I made sure that Mark always beat his meat off, rather than risk the loss of his precious virginity. And I always had him report to me whenever he pulled his little peter." "Mark, you are indeed fortunate to have such an thoughtful and insightful mother." "But before you say anything Mark, yes, you'll have a hard aching dick for a few days between the times you're permitted to masturbate. However, PANSI Therapy requires you to have blue balls and suffer a bit with an aching throbbing prick. I'm sorry, you have no choice but to accept this. Okay?" I was too stunned to reply. I just looked at Dr. Judy as I stood there with my still erect and already suffering prick. Two weeks seemed so long, especially since it's not unusual for me to have to jack off twice a week normally, and more than that when Millie gets me all heated up. "Your sexual suffering will help you appreciate the joy of getting off better, whenever you do get a chance to jerk off. In addition, you'll be a better person for knowing that your sexual pleasure is in the hands of another. Plus Mark, I want you to began accompanying Millie on her dates, especially her sexual outings, and especially her group sex parties where she's is the only woman having sex with the strange men there. "It's imperative that you observe her juicy warm, raw, soft cunt meat being invaded and wantonly plummeted by strange throbbing dicks, while your prick is locked up, and aching and straining in your pants. You'll find that your sexual suffering will only make you want her more, and love her more. "And Mark, it almost goes without saying, that you are to eagerly suck her used, messy pussy clean of the lusty leavings of these real men fucking her. Your efforts will also send a strong message to these men that you have an ultra love for her, and are willing to prove it, no matter that other better endowed men are fucking her and you're not." Mother and the other women were silently nodding their heads, showing their total agreement with Dr. Judy. With such total accord of those closest to me, I knew I had no choice but to resign myself to undergoing what Dr. Judy was describing. Dr. Judy continued talking. "You'll find that as you place your head in her messy muff, soppy and gloppy with the numerous ejaculations of these real men, you'll find that your suffering aching little penis will enable you to focus your sexual energies to your mouth. You know that this gives Millie the greatest pleasure as you clean her out. She expects you to do a great job, and I know you will Mark. "An another thing Mark, you're going to get an added bonus. The bonus will be the delight of you tasting and consuming the abundant thick viscous gelatinous spent sperm that her real men will have deposited in Millie's hairy frothy gash. Your enjoyment of the relatively small amounts you've had to eat out of her to date, is guaranteed to ensure your delicious delight in feasting on fuller loads of the men's slimy, thick rich, creamy gobs of sperm in the future." "And Mark sweetie, because it's all natural and full of proteins, their jism, fresh from their balls, is nutritious for you too." Spoke mother, in a motherly tone. As she smiled brightly and put her arm around me. I said nothing, but a part of me was ashamed that my mother and the others knew I had ever admitted I delighted in the taste of spent dick cream in Millie's pussy. However, another part of me was anxious to be intimate with her, even if I had to taste Millie's hot messy and ripe creamy hairpie, which I suspect would happen later that night when she came by our house. Yes Diary, my mind was in conflict. But with Dr. Judy being so adroit and professional in explaining why all she was inflicting and imposing on, was beneficial for me, I did find it difficult to fault her reasoning. The repeated theme of that reasoning was that humiliation means happiness for me. That by nurturing humiliation, self-abasement, lowering my self-esteem, and delighting in being subjugated, Millie's love is guaranteed to be mine. I did want Millie's love, so I concluded that I must also wanted what went along with getting that love. I remembered something Dr. Judy told me in our first session alone. "Mark, it's going to be a challenge for you to meet the high standards of being the kind of fellow Millie needs in a husband. You've got a good start, but you could lose out at anytime if you fail to continue to be strong at what you're best at being strong at. Mark, your strength is in being servile, cowardly, accepting humiliation as normal, and embracing and not being ashamed of your inferiority as a man." As my mind came back to the present, I heard Dr. Judy advising mother, and the other women that they should not pass up any opportunity to feed me their cunts, when they're full of semen, as a result of their getting fucked in the future. Almost in unison, everyone committed to feeding me any gash fuck froth resulting from their having intercourse. My nagging mental conflict that maybe I was paying too high a price for Millie's love, was still on my mind. After I drank the last bit of herbal tea, as Dr. Judy had prompted me, the conflict seems to have taken a back seat in my mind. The last bit of tea boosted my existing state of being relaxed and very mellow. "Now Ladies, as you may have observed, Mark still has a firm erection of his little prick." The women, almost in unison, softly chuckled at Dr. Judy's comment. "Don't worry nephew, when you think back to all this, you'll laugh just thinking about how silly you were in thinking you could use it to satisfy a woman. What Dr. Judy is doing for you is good for you. Okay?" Aunt Monica said to me in a sincere and consoling tone of voice. "Y-Yes ma'am." I replied softly, still hating that my prick was the subject of further ridicule. "As I was saying, Mark's penis has maintained an erection through out all he has been through today. That is absolute testimony enough that he's quite satisfied with what we are doing for him is correct." Dr. Judy said with an obvious tone of confidence and authority. "Remember ladies, I need your support as I continue to give Mark his PANSI therapy treatments. I'm counting on you all to assist, encourage, and provide him affectionate moral support, as I help him to become proud, confident, and secure with his un-manliness and becoming a well rounded PANSI male. I also need you all to support, praise and remind Mark that humiliation at the hands of Millie and her real men, is not only very good for him, but will bond him closer to the woman he adores, loves and eagerly and willingly seeks to please." The women applauded Dr. Judy's little speech and loudly and in virtual unison, promised to do what she asked of them. Diary, all I did was stand by, with my prick still rigid. Nothing I could do could will it down. I didn't dare touch myself because of the device, but also the wrath of the group. "Also ladies, when and if Millie calls upon any of you to participate or perform Mark's monthly flagellation refresher, I expect you to put what's best for Mark in the fore front of your minds. Don't be persuaded by his pleas for mercy until he has had his prescribed mix of lashes from whatever is prescribed for his whipping. You'll be doing him a disservice if you fail to give him the full set, and forcefulness, of prescribed lashes. Okay?" I shuddered, as mother and Aunt Monica led the group in indicating to Dr. Judy they would not heed my cries for mercy, and wouldn't shortchange me in any way, if called upon to be my whipper. I of course hated the idea of monthly flagellations, but Dr. Judy did say I should have an open mine and trust her that I would find pleasures in the pain others inflicted on me, especially Millie. She said that by taking whippings Millie gave me, I was in essence proving my love to her in a way none of real men could or were brave enough to do. It was so strange, but her words really boosted my ego and self-esteem, even if it meant receiving such intense pain. As I thought about the whippings mother gave me on occasions, the only real pleasure I got out of them was when she stopped beating me. However, after being beat by mother, there was a strange and, well sense of having atoned for whatever the offense was that I was being punished for. The after effect was one of starting out again with her with a clean slate. Maybe this is the type of pleasure and mental well being Dr. Judy was alluding too. Oh well, Diary, I'd already concluded that it really didn't matter what I thought about becoming PANSI-fied. Millie and mother, and the others had fully bought into it. And with the shock cock lock on me, I didn't see that I had much chance of fighting city hall, so to speak. Diary, before I left Dr. Judy's that day, I had to suffer another blow to my ego in front of the group of women, who even if they were close to me, it still cause me some degree of embarrassment, despite the relaxed, accepting and mellow mood I was in. "Mark, as part of your therapy, and especially today because of your sore bottom, I want you to start wearing women's panties. I'm giving you a starter complimentary set. The soft sheer lacy material will feel much more soothing than those rough cotton briefs you've been currently wearing. Don't ask any questions now, we'll talk more in our next session. Just do as you're told now, that's all." Diary, once more, I was to be shocked and dumbfounded. Seeing my utter confusion and the agitation on my face, Dr. Judy took my arm and pulled me aside. Still nude below the waist, and with an erection sticking out that I could do nothing about, I followed her into a distant corner of the room. As we talked in a whispered hush tone, she put her arm around my shoulder. "Mark, I can see by the look on your face that you feel like you've reached rock bottom in regard to your image and esteem of being manly. If so, this is good. But is that the reason for your downcast and shocked look and possible thoughts of refusing to wear these pretty panties?" "O-Oh, Dr. Judy, y-you're virtually reading my mind. P- Please d-don't make me wear t-these..." "Mark, these are not what you think they are." "T-They're not? T-Then w-what..." "Sure, they are pretty and lacy and only made of fabric. But they represent far more than that when you slip them on and wear them. They then become a symbol of your courage and audacity, to show that you have a different type of strength. A strength that most, if any, real men have. A strength to be strong through what society would call a lack of manliness. Now Mark, as part of our earlier discussions, you've admitted being called a pantywaist several times before, by both men and women. Am I correct?" I silently nodded my head up and down in response to Dr. Judy's question. "Mark, you've also become less sensitized to being called a pantywaist as well as sometimes a wimp and a sissy too, haven't you?" "I-I, er, w-well, uh..." "I'll take that as a yes. That's what your face is saying. Anyway, the important thing is that you do acknowledge that you meet the criteria of being a pantywaist or a sissy or wimp, since several people of both sexes have labeled you as such. However, I've never heard you say once that Millie has called you any of those names. Am I right?" I silently shook my head side to side. "So you see Mark, while others called you what society has defined as unmanly terms, you have been Millie's shining knight. She adores you despite others have labeled you as being unmanly. She has found a way for you to give her pleasure comparable to the way real men please a woman, even though you both know, you're not a real man. You derived pleasure from the way she lets you please her, because your make up is geared to doing that for her. Nature prepared you for this. Face it Mark, you're a pantywaist, but a pantywaist that has the love and adoration of a beautiful woman. You know you don't want to give up or disappoint Millie. If Millie can accept you as a pantywaist, why can't you?" "Dr. J-Judy, y-you make things s-sound s-so simple b- but..." "Mark, things are simple for you. It's time you stop whining and take action to be stronger in what society has labeled as your weakness and unmanliness. Mark, your strength comes from being unmanly, non-confrontational, compliant with and acquiescent to others, especially to the woman you love. This is the only way for you to ever be contented with yourself. You need to wear these as your badge of courage." Said Dr. Judy as she held up the lacy pink feminine garment. I just looked at them with a lump in my throat. "Don't be afraid of them Mark. It takes courage for you to wear women's panties. You're a courageous person Mark, I know you are. It takes courage to accept becoming desensitized to being called a pantywaist, sissy and a wimp repeatedly. You're comfortable at being obliging, compliant, mild-mannered and, well in general, cowardly Mark. These are positive attributes of your strength." "I-I k-know that I-I'm not as strong as other men, b- but..." "But Mark, you have an inner strength at accepting what society calls humiliation and shame. You should take pride in this. You've shown bravery in the way you took a very good and, I might add, a very professional whipping, earlier. I know you will be just as brave in the future for the subsequent monthly whippings you will be receiving. You were pretty meek in accepting that your cock and balls were under lock and key and were to be controlled by women. This too is an indication of your bravery in admitting that you were too cowardly to resist. Further, you've made up with your promiscuous fiancee, on her terms, and have accepted that you will be faithful but yet will accept her current wanton unbridled promiscuity and future adultery, after you two are married. This, despite that she'll be denying you up until the time you're married, and only allow you to masturbate for your relief, but will require you to suck her fucked cunt. In addition, Mark, you'll be showing your love to her by draining and sucking the viscous ejaculatory deposits her real men make in her almost public snatch. If that's not an outstanding example of gallantry, I don't know what is." "I-I g-guess I-I've never thought of m-myself being gallant before." "Yes Mark, you are. You're a gallant, pussy sucking, semen eating pantywaist. Put on your shield of courage and symbol of bravery. Make Millie, your mother, and the other women proud of you. Have confidence in yourself and wear these panties proudly. After all Mark, what is a confident and brave pantywaist, without his pretty panties on. Here, show me your bravery." Dr. Judy said as she handed me the delicate lacy pair of sheer, pink, lace trimmed panties. As I took them from her, Dr. Judy had indeed made me feel so much better and confident at the prospect of wearing such finery. After pulling them up over my beaten and bruised bottom, I had to admit they were more attractive than my cotton briefs, despite the slight bulge of my small erect prick. Dr. Judy walked me back to the center of the room. She further bolstered my new unmanly ego by applauding as she had me turn around to and directed mother and the others to feel how proper it was for me to wear them and how well they fit me. "His little peter is so cute sticking out and causing a little wet spot because of his pre-cum." "It sure is. It's more like a clit than a prick." Said Millie's mom, to which the group all chuckled loudly. Accustomed now to the constant teased and ridicule about the size of my 3-1/2' prick, I could only smile. I had to accept that it was indeed not up to the job of pleasing a woman such as my fiancee. And after Dr. Judy's various words about how well I took humiliation, I was able to take this in stride even better than before. "Well Mark, it looks like you have another name for your little peter. I think it'll be good therapy for you to refer to it as a clit-prick. Okay?" "Y-Yes ma'am." Sensing she wanted an answer, I meekly and softly replied to Dr. Judy. "I'm so proud of you baby. You look so lovely in panties." Mother said with tears in her eyes as she hugged me tightly. "He's going to make you a fine son-in-law." My Aunt Monica said to Millie's mother, both of which had watery eyes. "Yes he will. My Millie is so lucky to have made such a good catch." "Yes she is. Mark is going to make a fine, pussy sucking and sperm eating pantywaist husband and son-in-law." Spoke Dr. Judy. With all the women providing another round of unsolicited comments about my pussy sucking and the positive morale and confidence booster talk Dr. Judy had given me, I was now blushing with pride, rather than shame, at the accolades I was receiving. It was indeed a good feeling to be complimented. After getting dressed, mother drove me home. Despite the soothing effect of the ointment, I had to lie face down across the rear car seat, as my bottom was too sensitive to sit in the front. As mother drove, she had only warm praise for me. This comforted me somewhat, despite my sensitive bottom. "Dear, your pussy sucking was superb. You really made me proud of you as a mother to see her son with his head in the hairy bushes of five women and work so diligently to tongue lick and suck up the abundant pussy juice and please us all with your wonderful mouth. It's too bad our cunts hadn't been fucked. I think that would've been a welcomed treat for you and us. By the way, does Millie's pussy taste better fucked or un-fucked? Don't be shy dear." "Mother do we have to..." "C'mon sweetie, where is your strength and confidence, you know it's good to you. You're a sperm eater. Admit it. Be strong and confident. Remember, you're a proud pantywaist." "O-Okay mother, if-if you say so t-that I have to be strong in these things. I-I guess f-fucked is-is more f-f-flavorful." "That's a good boy. There's nothing wrong with getting it out, just like you did with accepting and admitting you're a pantywaist. Doesn't it feel better just admitting to me you like eating better men's sperm from your fiancee's well fucked pussy than having it all bottled up in you and creating stress and pressure?" "Y-Yes, I-I, uh, g-guess so." "Good! But I want you to admit the same thing to Millie too dear, the first time you get a chance. Okay?" "O-Okay, if-if you s-say so mother." I replied to mother. I also got up the courage to tell mother I did liked sucking her pussy. "I did too baby and you can count on having your head between my spread thighs many more times. Remember. Dr. Judy said it was good for you to suck mommy's pussy too. And son, the mere fact you're telling me that you liked sucking my pussy brings joy to my heart." I could tell she was happy with me. It was apparent in her voice. Oddly, it made me feel good to please and have mother's approval for something that was definitely unusual and something that before today, I would've considered perverted. Now after having done it, it didn't seem so perverted or un-natural as I once would've considered it to be. For the next few minutes I brought up what I'd heard she and Dr. Judy discussing earlier, while I was eating Millie out. "Son, you have to be whipped for your own well being. It's just your nature. It's best for you to be under foot, and chastised for your own good. That's why I want to make sure that, one, you have a wife that loves you enough to do this for you. I can tell by your tone, you're not fully in agreement with this, but you have to admit Mark, you are indecisive and wishy-washy, and in a word weak. Am I wrong? Tell me!" "Mother, I-I know it's hard for me to make quick decisions a-and that I'm not that strong, b-but..." "Don't even try to explain sweetie pie. You have to face it Mark, you're a wishy-washy mama's boy. You're of marrying age, but you need guidance, control, and oversight dear. And I believe Millie is the right woman to give it to you." "B-But mother, why c-can't we be equal partners rather than her b-being over me?" "Honey, sure marriage is a partnership, but in any marriage, one partner tends to be more equal than the other. And that certainly is the case with you and Millie. She's more sexually experienced, has better leadership qualities than you, and she's certainly more decisive than you are. No son, it's much better for you to be the subordinate partner in the marriage. You're a born follower and will do well under someone like Millie who will lead and help you be the responsible husband she expects you to be, and should be for such a beautiful and talented woman." "Mother, y-you're just like Dr. Judy. I just can't seem to get my points across w-without them b-being turned around a-and against me. Sure I love Millie, b-but it seems as if the price is high for..." "Not a high price, but a bargain son. Second, she's offering you a love that is priceless. Where else could you find such a beautiful woman that is giving you the chance to be her husband, and all you have to do is be loving, adoring, devoted, obedient and do as she tells you? Besides that, she's found a way for you to sexually please her, that is mutually beneficial and ideal, despite your diminutive manly endowments." "O-Oh mother, I-I guess it doesn't matter what I-I say. It-It looks like y-you and Dr. Judy a-and Millie will find a way to turn them around a-and make things sound s-so simplistic. I-I guess the deck is-is stacked against me." "Son, don't sound so despondent. It'll all work out. Just give Dr. Judy's therapy a chance and you'll see that it's right for you." "I-I just w-wish there was no pain. Those whippings a-are going to be hard to get use..." "Just remember sweetie, no pain, no gain. Where is the courage you showed earlier tonight? If you stop trying to be courageous enough to become stronger and more confident in your unmanliness, why I would assume that Dr. Judy might have to increase the number of whippings for you to, say 2 or 3 times a month until you show promise of..." "T-Two or three! N-No not that!" "Then sweetie, doesn't it make sense for you to do what it takes to make the therapy a success?" "Y-Yes ma'am." I said meekly after a moment's pause, but the tone of my voice showed my feeling of being vanquished. "And as we've told you, Millie will be the perfect wife, overseer, and manager for you, just as you'll be the perfectly well mannered husband for her. That is, after you get all the therapeutic treatments and training Dr. Judy has planned for you." I remained silent and said nothing in reply to mother. As I again seemed to mentally come back around to the same conclusion. That is, that the only way for me was the way Dr. Judy and the women in my life wanted me to go. "Another thing son, your attitude shows that you're getting over the shame that I know you had before starting Dr. Judy's PANSI therapy. I just know that her therapy is going to do you a world of good. Why just look at you, willingly putting on and wearing such pretty lacy panties, not to mention your admitting you're a proud pantywaist. That's a very good sign of things to come. Another thing is your acceptance of being worthless as a man and your committing to further enhancing yourself as a PANSI Trained male and husband. These were good and courageous things for you to have done Mark. Don't put yourself down for having done so, but have pride in yourself." Mother's praise did help me to recall the strange sense of courage I felt making the pronouncements she mentioned. And that seemed to boast my confidence and to gird myself to weather the upcoming two weeks of abstinence, which meant I wouldn't be able to play with myself at will. I remembered what occurred at Dr. Judy's office, when I had barely given my throbbing prick a good stroke. That caused a warning light to flash on all the remotes that the women had. It was an alarm feature indicating that I was trying to handle myself. In addition, I got a very mild warning sensation of an electric shock. Which was sufficient to make me lose interest in touching myself. It also caused me to lose the hard-on I had. It was still a mystery to me as to how the electronics in the device could tell I was stroking myself, even though there is nothing covering my cock. I felt truly as if I was under lock and key and helpless. I knew I had to go along with was expected of me. Well Diary, I guess thinking in that context was making made me feel more confident in the manner that Dr. Judy desired. That is, that thinking positive and happily adjusting to conditions that others impose on me, was excellent therapy for me. COMMENTS BY DR. JUDY: As the reader can see, from a description of the events previously described, including entries from Mark's Diary, Mark and Millie are back together as a couple, with Mark well on the road to understanding the need for his PANSI Therapy. And based on his own observations, that subordination of his self for the use and benefit of others, especially Millie, and other family female relatives, is being seen as a positive for him. He also has accepted that he must keep an open mind about being whipped, and has accepted the inevitability that he has to submit to such for his own good. In addition, it's clear to me that Mark knows that his mother is very much in favor of him receiving the monthly whippings I have prescribed for him. Because his mother has done such an excellent job of training him as a mama's boy, Mark needs and wants to please his mom. Therefore he has rationalized, and very appropriately so, that it is correct for him to be flagellated and deserving of the ensuing pain that results from such whippings. It's valuable for him to have experienced whippings at the hands of those that love him, because it drives home the point that they the resulting pain is good and necessary for him, because a loved one is doing the whipping. As a professional, it is so rewarding to see a patient accept what is good for him and to admit that he is worthless as a real man, as well as accepting that he is better off being a subjugated PANSI class male. This will be a male who is at ease and totally comfortable pleasing others sexually, as well as who will be pleased himself with being used in the process. Also, I can't say enough good things about Mark's mother and her diligence in helping him find happiness and harmony in a marital relation, that's suited to the pantywaist he really is. In addition, with them both comfortable with him sucking her pussy, his mama's boy disposition can only be positively enhanced. Additionally, it's not popular with him, but he knows that he has to accept that his genitals are under electronic lock and key, and that Millie and the other women relatives are in control of his masturbatory sexual relief. At this juncture in his treatment, I saw Mark as definitely being ready to accept that his only concern is to be supportive to the woman he loves, and that loves him. My purpose was to get him closer to enjoy doing things in a subservient and obsequious manner, for the person he loves, while not worrying about what society thinks. In the end, the result will be him understanding the special pleasure that comes from his willingness to degrade himself - that is, in the eyes of society. But in his fiancee's eyes, it will be seen as a series of strong demonstrations of his love and commitment to her. Mark has to understand, and accept, that abasement is ideal for his personality type, since it provides his fiancee a type of pleasure that none of her real men can provide her. My goal therefore is to show him that what society sees as humiliation, is really his way to better cement the bonds of love between himself and Millie, his fiancee and wife-to-be. ###End of Part 3### Stay Tuned For Part 4

------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT-------------- August 2002 This is a sexually graphic story with adult content. You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in this sexual fantasy story are imaginary, and are not a representation, in any manner, of any real world person or situation. IN REAL LIFE PRACTICE SAFE SEX, NOT THE FANTASY THINGS DIPICTED IN THIS STORY. TITLE: The Group - PART 1 (Chapters 1 & 2) BY: Es2c STORY CONTENT: (TV/TG, MM, Mdom, D/s, Wry Logic) STORY SUMMARY: This fantasy story depicts experiences of Albert, a recent college graduate, who discovered months earlier, he had latent attractions to men who are well endowed. He also discovered, with some help, that he finds an overwhelming joy from submissively submitting to men sexually. It is a long time neighbor, Mr. Wilson, who has acted as a father figure in years past, who caused the graduate to discover those latent feelings. Because of Albert's amicable and unassuming nature, Mr. Wilson continually mentors the graduate in the ways of sexual submission, and nurtures the graduate into having positive wholesome feelings about being sissified, submissive, subjugated, and dominated by men. Albert, perceiving that it's natural for him to accept the path Mr. Wilson has guided him down, willingly slips deeper and deeper into a relationship, where Mr. Wilson becomes his dominant mentor/master. In conjunction with other neighborhood men, they and Mr. Wilson eventually become known as The Group to Albert. Additionally, once Albert's mother discovers her less than masculine, soft, weakling of a mollycoddled son's situation, she comes to the realization that being a dominated sissy is best for him. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story attempts to incorporate the erotic tonality from such classics as "The Story Of O" (By Pauline Reage) and "Philosophy In The Bedroom" (By DeSade), as well as from other writings of Leopole Von Sacher-Masoch (Masochism) and DeSade (Sadism). The objective is to fuse them into a fantasy story dealing with adult sissification, or male feminization, and Male Domination, without any extreme violence. My goal is to glue it all together with a rich mixture of explicit and earthy erotic language, befitting the TV/TG story genre. CAST: Albert/Alberta's Mother Albert/Alberta - Son (Graduate) The Group (Neighborhood Men): Mr. Wilson Mr. Mitchell Mr. Lemson Mr. Jones Mr. Hudson ((((((((((CHP 1: OPENING GIFTS ))))))))))))))))) "WOW! More graduation presents?" "Yes Albert, these are special gifts from the wives of Mr. Wilson, Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Lemson, Mr. Jones, and Mr. Hudson." "But mother, they already gave me presents last night after my college graduation." "I know son, but these are special ones from the wives of our neighbors. I also have one in here from me too. Go ahead, open them." Albert opened the first package. It was from Mrs. Wilson. As he opened the box and removed the opaque delicate tissue paper, he gasped at the sight of the contents. "T-There must be some mistake. This is women's lingerie." Albert said as he held up what appeared to be a set of pink baby doll pajamas. The top was very sheer and lavishly trimmed in ornate white lace. The panties were sheer and also trimmed in lace. Albert secretly admired the beauty of the items and the sheer feel of the material. However, he thought it best to just put it back and not let his mother pick up any hint of him noticing the prettiness of the lingerie. "Maybe you're right dear, open the next one." Albert opened the next gift-wrapped box and it contained a similar item of women's intimate apparel, except this baby doll set was lavender in color and trimmed with frilly white lace. "Another wrong package too? Nice color, but I can't believe this." He replied. However this time he couldn't help but comment on the hue. He secretly adored the combination of lavender and lace and lamented that men couldn't wear such a traditional feminine combination without with being ridiculed as effeminate. "Maybe so. Hmmm, maybe there was a mix up when they were gift-wrapped. They certainly are pretty aren't they?" His mother replied. "Yeah, I guess so for women's PJs." Albert said. The next two packages from their neighbors also contained intimate women's lingerie. One was a short sheer sexy lace trimmed light blue robe. The other was a very sexy sheer yellow and aqua camisole with a matching garter belt and sheer yellow fishnet stockings. "I'm sorry dear, but it appears that these are all intended for someone who has a need for some sexy lingerie. Wouldn't you say Albert?" "Yes you're right mother. At least I'm sure your gift is one that's for me." Albert replied confidently. The scene in their living room looked like a woman's boudoir after a shopping spree for intimate apparel to make her sexually alluring. "W-What? They got your gift mixed up too mother. This definitely is not something I can use." Albert spoke loudly and in a disappointed tone as he opened his mother's gift, which was also a frilly lace pink camisole gift set with sheer pink stocking and a complete cosmetics makeup kit. "It is something you can use and also something you need dear. Also the other packages aren't mistakes either. They're all for you dear." As his mother went on to explain what she meant, her son turned very pale and blushed red in the face at the same time. "Y-You a-and t-they knew a-all this time?" "Yes Albert dear, Mr. Wilson told me last year you were into sucking cocks and how good you were at it. There's nothing to be ashamed of baby, I'm just thankful you confided in him and took his advice and guidance." "I-I can't believe h-he a-and the o-others told their wives I-I was suc... uh" Albert was stammering so badly he went speechless. "Sucking their dicks and letting them fuck you? Oh sweetie, the wives were all thankful for your help. That's why they all gave you these cute femmy gifts. The wives were thankful for you being a sissy concubine for their husbands and taking all their husbands' excess cum when the wives weren't in the mood for putting out for them. But you were putting out for more than their husbands weren't you? You cute little whorish tramp." "H-He d-did tell you e-everything. I-I'm s-sorry m- mother. I-I... Sob! ... H-Hope you forgive... Sob! ... m-me." "Albert sweetie, there is nothing to forgive you for. Plus the wives liked the idea of their husband's having a sissy sex toy on the side, as opposed to another woman on the side. They figured that a sissy was less likely to take their husbands. In fact, I want to praise you for following your heart and doing what makes you happy. If you like sucking men's dicks and draining the sperm off their balls, I'm happy for you. From what I'm told, apparently you're very good at it. I can't help but be proud of you. Why do you think I also gave you these cute gifts? You'll need them to better arouse your men. These few things will help expand your collection of sexy sissy attire, which you've been made to wear by your men. Mr. Wilson and the other neighborhood men will be thrilled to see you wearing your new things as you service them. It'll add to their pleasure to see you attired as a pretty sissy. I suspect you feel your sexy best when all dressed up and dicks are poking you." "I-I guess I should've expected being exposed. I-I've been afraid of this." "Honey, as I said earlier, I'm really glad Mr. Wilson was there for you when you were confused about your feelings about your attraction to men's dicks." "I-I guess I am too. You know, he's always been like a father to me since I didn't have a Dad around since I was a teen." "He has been good to you over the years. That's why when he confided in me and told me that he encouraged, supported, and even gave you a many lessons on sucking cocks, I couldn't help but agree with him about you having a lot of sissy in you." "I-I at first didn't know what to think when he first inquired about if I was a fag, since he knew I didn't have a girlfriend. I guess the look on my face told him all he wanted to know even though I tried to deny his assertion of being gay or attracted to men's dicks." "Dear, is that the same time he took his cock out and exhibited it to you?" "It was, but he did more than just show it to me. We were alone at his house one evening while his wife was out shopping. When he unbuckled and unzipped his pants and let them and his shorts drop to the floor, I was spellbound at the size and stoutness of his manhood. He told me that if I wasn't attracted to his dick, then his rubbing it over my face and lips shouldn't bother me. Well, I didn't want to go along with his demonstration, but I also was too weak to refuse him doing what he was doing. Before I could move or object, he brought his magnificent penis right in my face and rubbed the giant cock head under my nose and then across my lips. I tried to turn my head but he held it still so I couldn't avoid his swelling shiny pink penis head glans and the smear of pre-cum across the top of my upper lips. He's quite strong compared to me." "Yes he is dear. You are much smaller and weaker than him. It was best for you not to resist. But please go on." "To my utter surprise, the smell of him was exotic and I was also surprised to feel my own much smaller prick beginning to swell. I became rather nervous and sweaty too. By this time, his cock was fully erect. He took one of my hands and guided it to his jutting pole. I was caught off guard by his action, but it seemed I had no will to resist him as he said "Here, hold my dick and guide it to your lips. When I touched him, there was a strange and very pleasant feeling I experienced from the contact of my soft hands and his erect penis. He must've experienced a similar sensation since he sighed a bit as I grasped his very stiff tool. "If you're not a queer faggy sissy, you'll do what I tell you because it won't get you excited. You do want to prove that you're not a sissy dick lover, don't you?" Mr. Wilson asked me. "Er, I-I'm not b-but..." I stammered as I tried to reply to him to stop his demonstration. However, he was insistent on a straightforward answer and persisted until I meekly said "Yes." Even though I gave him that answer, I had an ominous feeling that we both knew I was going to fail." "Don't be hard on yourself sweetie. It's good you took the challenge. If you didn't learn anything else, I'm sure you discovered that the sissy in you didn't want to be bottled up any longer. It wanted to be free and to make you free in the process. There is a saying. The more you try to repress a feeling, the stronger it gets. Your inner desires were just too powerful to be ignored when Wilson's dick taunted them. But please go on. Tell me more about his hard dick in your hands." "Y-Yes ma'am. Its at least 8" long and thick. I couldn't close my small hand around it. Even though I was horrified at what was taking place, I couldn't help but admire Mr. Wilson's magnificent organ. For an older man in his late forties, I must say I was impressed." "I'll bet that wasn't the first time you've admired a manly cock. Am I Right?" "Er, n-no ma'am it-it wasn't. B-But I'd never had the opportunity to touch and handle one like I was doing then." "You liked handling and fondling his hard man meat didn't you?" "I-I have to say yes, I did." "That's okay sweetie. Now go on with your story." "Y-Yes ma'am. Uh, next he guided my other hand to his balls and ordered me to hold them. Holding them was a new and unexpected pleasure to me also. By this time he was aware that his manly rod was having an effect on me. He later admitted so to me. Again, at that moment, it seemed that I couldn't find the will not to obey him. I cupped his large sac as he desired. It was more than a handful for my small soft hand. He sighed and moaned as I fondled his nut sac out of curiosity. He next urged me to rub his bloated glistening cock head against my lips. Mother, I proceeded to do exactly what as he said, but it seemed as if I was a different person when I was doing all this." "It was the sissy fagginess in you sweetie. It made you feel that way. Why I bet you had an indescribable feeling of new found pride and pleasure just from handling his dick and balls. Didn't you darling?" "You're right, I-I did. I felt very special then, and also now each time a man entrust his genitals to me. I also liked hearing Mr. Wilson's moans of pleasure too." "You should feel proud and special dear, after all, the man is doing something special for you. He's giving you the pleasure of his hard throbbing meat and a delightful gift of his hot cum." "Mr. Wilson says the same thing." "But, pray tell, please continue telling me what happened next, my sweetie pie son." "Er, Let's see, where was..." "You were guiding his dick head to your lips." His mother interjected. "Oh yes, well I did as he urged me to. As I said, I had no will to resist him now and he knew it. However, I did feel more at ease because as he was doing all this, he did assure me that he understood my feelings and that I could trust him. That did make me feel better when he urged me to wet above my upper lips and taste the smear of his pre-cum he'd left there earlier. I did that and after I had a moment to evaluate its taste, he went on to direct me to taste more of it from his large pee slit." "Was it tasty?" "The taste was new to me then. Now I savor it. Anyway, after I did that, he gently started pushing his dick head in my mouth ever so gently as I licked its bloated smooth velvety surface. He let out a long pleasurable sigh and moaned as this was all taking place. I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the experience myself. The sounds he made really added to the erotic atmosphere of the moment. Knowing that I was causing him to feel pleasure, made me feel good about what I was doing. Before I knew it, he had about two inches of his large shaft and the giant head in my mouth. It was so smooth the way he did it. But he was nice enough to ask me if I wanted for him to pull out. I was in a perplexed state of mind, but something in me made me shake my head from side to side. As I glanced up at him, he had a slight smile on his face and put his big hand on the back of my head. Then he said to me "Now be a good sissy and keep your teeth out of the way as you suck my dick". I'd never been called a sissy before. And I'd always thought of the term in a very negative light. However, at this moment when my mouth was stuffed with his rigid penis, it seemed so right for him to call me a sissy. The other thing was the way he said it in his authoritative, imperative masculine voice. It all just seemed so right that I should suck him because he said so. Either way, I delighted in what he told me to do and the way he phrased it. I also felt a strange sense of respect for him, and from him, even though he talked down to me as he told me I was effeminate." "Sweetie, it was just the sissy in you responding to being awakened. Wilson said you were a quick learner and readily accepted and understood you were subordinate to real men and found it easy to be subservient to them. He also said you seemed highly motivated to taste his cum." "I was and I have to admit, he's a great teacher. When the first taste of his hot sperm shot off and spurted all over the inside of my mouth, it was such a delicious taste and experience, that, I-I, well, I came in my pants. As he got off and his strong spurts filled my mouth, his moaning and sighs of relief were so pleasing to me. He uttered "Damn you're a good cocksucking sissy fag" as the last of his spurts in my mouth subsided. It was a strange, but yet wonderful feeling to have Mr. Wilson's manhood and the taste of sperm in my mouth as he praised me for not only being a "sissy", but a "Damn good cocksucking pussy mouth sissy". His praise seemed to boost my self-esteem. I still don't know why, but at that moment, and since, I've felt a sense of respect I've never had before. I still feel proud when men call me a sissy or faggot, especially a cocksucking sissy faggot or a sissy slut." "Albert, my son, that's because it resonates in tune with something within you. Therefore, don't wonder about it, and don't be ashamed of it either. Accept your station in life and hold your head up high, as you delight in giving head and giving up some ass." "Oh mother, that's so profound a-and motivational too. Thank you. I'll always remember that." "You're welcome, my precious sweet sissy faggot son. Now please go on with telling me more about how Wilson broke you into being a cocksucker." His mother replied with a slight sense of urgency and curiosity in her tone. "Well, picking up from where I left off, Mr. Wilson was very pleased that I easily swallowed his entire abundant load of hot sticky gooey sponk, without him telling me. I could only blush and thank him for his praise as to how naturally skilled I was in swallowing his slimy spurts. He and I had a long and candid talk after he came in my mouth. In the ensuing conversation, I admitted to him that his cum was much richer than my own. He made me feel so at ease and comfortable talking about such a private thing with him, that is, after I let it slip that I'd had tasted my own jism. Anyway, he liked that I liked the taste of his jism. He also got me to confess that I came in my shorts. I felt so much better when he told me it was natural for me doing that. His praise for me doing it, while I was swallowing his very warm, and manlier semen, added to my comfort level talking to him about something so personal. "As we talked some more, he talked me into showing him my penis after having me clean up the cum I'd shot off in my shorts. He helped me overcome my shyness at exhibiting my much smaller, barely 4" long and skinnier prick. He insisted I stay naked below the waist, as he was. In this manner, he and I continued our conversation. The more we talked, my embarrassment eased, that is for being so physically inferior as compared to his muscular body build and his splendid manhood. He next pulled me closer to him in such a fashion that my head was on his chest. I don't know why I didn't resist him. In a way I wanted too, but in another way it was good to be embraced by this stronger more powerful man. His rougher, and bigger manlier hands felt good on my softer, smoother skin. He held me to him at such an angle that I could look down at his softened dick. He urged me to handle it, and while I was doing so, compare his grand member to my much smaller tool. When I showed some reluctance he guided my soft small hand to his dick and directed me to grasp and stroke it. Again, it seems as if I had to obey him. I couldn't find the resistance to refuse him. I simply did as I was told. We continued talking as he parted his legs further and directed me to handle his balls in addition to his large penis. As I did so, I got his pre-cum all over my hand. He talked to me as I handle his genitals. "Your hand feels good on my dick and balls. That's it, keep on playing with them. It's good for you to feel up a real man's dick and balls than always playing with your baby size pee wee." He emitted a slight chuckle as he spoke. I could only blush as I kept silent. I didn't know what to say. I didn't think about it until later, but by being silent, I was essentially agreeing with him. "Don't mind my joshing you Albert. It's not your fault you have a bird size dick, is it?" "Uh, n-no sir." I replied after a pause, feeling the need to say something, even though in the process of doing so, I suspected I was concurring in his ridicule of me. I didn't think he had to compare me to a bird. He was literally calling me a bird dick and getting me to agree to it. However, I didn't know what else to do. "No Albert, it's not. Just like it's not your fault you like sucking my dick, but you did, didn't you?" "Y-Y-Yes sir, I-I guess I did." I replied sheepishly. All the while I continued to handle his penis. It just seemed that I should. "Of course you did Albert, just like you admitted delighting in the taste of my cum. Also, I bet you like being called a sissy too, don't you? After all, you haven't objected once to my calling you sissy." "P-Please Mr. Wilson, I-I'm just a-a bit c-confused. I-I can't s-say if-if..." I stammered as I tried to avoid answering his questions and validating his assertion. "Too late for you to lie about it Albert, your body wants to tell the truth more than you. Look at your little clit of a dick." He said in a gleeful tone. To my surprise, I had a firm erection. I looked at it and then at Mr. Wilson's smiling face. My face was so blushed and flushed. It was obvious my body had betrayed me. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to willingly admit I was a sissy, but my prick was more than willing to. I felt so mentally exposed. "Don't be ashamed of being a sissy, your little prick is helping you to do the right thing." Mr. Wilson said as he pulled me closer to his broad masculine chest. "Albert, this is important for you to relieve your confusion. Tell me you're a sissy." Mr. Wilson said in a gentle, but firm tone of voice. "B-But Mr. Wilson I-I..." I stammered again as I sought to deter him from requiring me to proclaim myself as he desired. "Say it Albert, say what I told you. It'll help you feel better and more at ease with yourself. You will no longer feel ashamed of yourself." His tone was more firmer now. "O-Okay S-Sir. I-I a-am a-a sissy." I replied stammering and in a nervous tone. I felt my eyes beginning to water up as I spoke those words. "Good, very good." Mr. Wilson said as he congratulated me for my action. He then went on to add: "Albert, I'll be calling you a sissy faggot and other similar names to desensitize you to those terms. This is good for you and you'll thank me many times over later for doing so." "Did you feel better after doing as he told you Albert?" "I did, but I was too ashamed then to admit it then. However, the more we talked, he finally drew it out of me. But at the time, I had started to weep from the time he had me say I was a sissy. I couldn't stop weeping as we conversed. I was acting like a little girl and a sissy, whether I admitted it or not. By the time I completely confessed to him, I did feel so much better in having confided and baring my sole to him, a man I could trust. By this time, his penis was quite erect. His large dick stood tall and bold. His big dick head shone like a beacon as it reflected the room light on it's bloated taunt skin. He told me " "Albert, that's it, don't feel ashamed handling my dick. It's good for you." Well, I did him again and I swallowed another very warm load of his gooey semen. This time I didn't shoot off, but my cock was straining and throbbing. Mr. Wilson had me jerk off for him as I thanked him over and over for letting me suck his dick and eat his "dick cream" - his words. When I came, he had me eat my much smaller load too. It was apparent that these activities showed I was so much less of a man than Mr. Wilson. I realized what I was being asked to do was degrading to myself. However, as we met more times later, the more things he asked me to do that showed I was beneath his manliness, I didn't seem mind doing for him, even if they were at the expense of me humiliating myself. In fact mother, he helped me see that the more sissyish I became, I made him look that more manly. He told me the more effeminate I felt, the more I would enjoy sex with him. He was so right. In other words, the more I pleased him by being a submissive sexy sissy, the more I pleased myself." "A very illuminating perspective dear." "M-Mother, pl-please forgive me for being nervous, but I-I, er, well I'm still a bit uneasy talking to you about all this." "Albert dear, you have no reason to shy about talking to me about any thing related to your sex life now. You're more like a daughter to me now. Maybe I should call you Alberta like the men do." "I am pretty much use to it now, so you might as well. Mr. Wilson and the other neighborhood men pretty much call me that all the time now when I'm alone with them, and always when they have their pricks in me." "I certainly will, Alberta. But just to let you know, Mr. Wilson kept me informed about much of your cock pleasing activities and he was always praising how good you were at licking and sucking their dicks and lapping and sucking his and the other men's balls. He even showed me pictures of you on your knees with your mouth stuffed full of big hard dicks with frothy jism lather seeing out around your tightly clamped lips. My, my, you looked so cute, doing and after having sucked off their hard dicks. And you looked even sweeter with that dreamy look on your face when the men had their large penises thrust up your ass pussy " "T-Thank you mother. I'll have to get accustomed to talking with you about my love for doing dicks and eating jism." "I understand baby, but I want to hear everything you have to say." "Mr. Wilson really helped me get my emotional house in order. That is, out of my mental confusion about my attraction to dicks. After he got me on a regular schedule of sucking his dick, and a steady diet of his semen, I have to admit, I was more emotionally at ease. I had to believe him when he told me that it was far healthier for me to follow my desire to suck cocks than to deny it. He then went on to explain that just like nature has scavengers, sissy cocksuckers like me were also part of nature's grand scheme of things to take care of excess cum from men's balls. His words were: `So you see Albert, with you around, men don't have to jack off just because there's no pussy around. Your mouth is a perfect substitute receptacle for any scum they need to get rid of. You're nature's answer to men who need to drain the excess scum off their balls when there's no pussy around. Yes Alberta, you're one of nature's pussy substitutes and dick scum suckers.'" "Yes Albert, er, I mean Alberta sweetie, he told me about that talk he had with you and he was so glad you took it all positively, that is the part about being a substitute pussy and dick scum eater." "Mom, I've come to realize that not many guys find hot dick slime a delicacy as I do. However, Mr. Wilson has helped me overcome my guilt and shame because I do. He has shown me that even though others may think me strange and perverted because I delight in eating it, Mother Nature intended this for me. He told me that this is my calling in life, that is, to be a sissy and please men with my mouth and pussy-ass. Therefore, no matter what societal perceptions are about me, I must take up my station as a sissy and accept society's stamp, even though I'm fulfilling a very natural role in the greater natural order of things." "Again Alberta, you were so lucky to have Mr. Wilson guide you in the right direction." "Yes I am. And I'm really thankful for him taking the initiative to train me into becoming an excellent cocksucker to please him and other men. I'm also thankful for him not only showing me that I'm inferior to men and women, but also accepting and finding happiness in being a lesser human being. I have so much to be thankful to him for, because he further showed me that it was natural for me to be submissive and "pussy-like" - his words - to men who would permit me to fondle and suck their fine dicks and swallow their savory hot cum. This is how one of our first conversations on this topic went: "Albert, you must never forget, you're a lesser person than I am." "Y-Yes sir. Is-Is that because I-I found out I like sucking your cock?" "Yes, you're a sissy cocksucker. Sissy cocksuckers are of course much less than a man and also less than a woman, therefore they are inferior to both. Understand that?" "Y-Yes sir. I-I, uh, guess so." "There is no need to guess, it's true. Now repeat after me "I am a sissy. I am an inferior human being". Go on say it. It's good for you to accept the truth about yourself, for through the truth you'll feel good about yourself. Now do as I say." "Y-Yes sir. Er, I-I am a sissy. I-I am an in-inferior human being." "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" "N-No sir." "Now say it again, but with more confidence. Go on, do as I say." "I am a sissy. I am an inferior human being." "Very good, much, much better, sissy Albert, or should I say Alberta, since you're more feminine than a man. Yes, when you and I are alone, you will answer to Alberta. Understand?" "Uh, Y-Yes sir." "Now please remember, I'm not doing this to degrade or put you down, but simply to help you understand yourself and the emotional transition you are most certainly going through, and which you probably don't fully comprehend. I am doing this to help you, and also because I care about you. Understand?" "Y-Yes sir. A-And thank you." "You're welcome Alberta, you were always a boy with good manners. Now, here, read the definition of "inferior" aloud from the dictionary." "Yes sir. "Of little or less importance, value or merit. Inferior also implies being lesser, deficient, inadequate, beneath, despicable, unworthy, worthless."" "So you see, the truth is that through the eyes of the public, being that a sissy is inferior, sissies are not thought highly of. Understand Alberta?" "Y-Yes sir. I-I see." "But as someone who cares about you, I don't see you as worthless Alberta. You're good for something. You're a mighty fine cocksucker and dick pleaser. You make my dick feel good." "I-I guess I should say, t-thank you sir." "Of course you should, that's quite a compliment. It means you're not worthless. It means you have value in a different manner." Understand." "Y-Yes sir, oh, I-I think I do." "Because I care about you, I'll help you understand these things better. But in order to learn about your strengths and feel better about your inner self, you'll have to do as I say. Do you think you have the courage and strength to be an obedient sissy as you strive to understand how to feel good about yourself?" "Y-Yes sir. I-I think..." "Don't say you think so, just say you do, and say it with courage and conviction. Now Alberta, do you know the difference between you and a spittoon?" "I-I d-don't understand?" "Well my little faggot fairy, men spit in a spittoon. However, if they spat in your face that would be very offensive, would it not?" "Y-Yes sir, it would." "But you, as a cocksucker, suck out dick spit as it squirts into your pussy mouth all the time and you don't find that offensive do you? "I-I, uh, n-no sir." I replied meekly, holding my head down and blushing in shame. "There is no need to be ashamed Alberta. Since you accept dick spit all the time, some might say you're on the same level as a spittoon, except that you love the taste of dick spit. Some might say you're nothing more than faggot flotsam. And despite all the humiliation I'm heaping on you, it really doesn't offend you that much does it?" "W-Well, uh, ..." "you don't have to reply Alberta. I know it doesn't and I know you wonder why. In fact you're even wondering why your body secretly reacts to such statements as if it's praise rather than a put down. I can see it in your eyes. You don't mind being called a fag. The reason is that your inferiority was given to you by nature, and along with that came the built in gift of being not only comfortable at being abjectly humiliated, but also being happy and thrilled too. Therefore Alberta, I want you to accept humiliation and degradation with a smile, as it's normal and even good for your mental well being." "So you see mother, he's taken great care to see that I fully understood the emotions that I was experiencing and laying out a path and philosophy for me to follow that would help me to be happy my new self." "It certainly appeared he's made a thorough attempt at explaining things." "Yes, he really has mother. He helped me see that it is a very important responsibility to have control of a man's balls and hard dick in my hands and especially if it's in my mouth or pussy-ass. He really made me feel good about myself being a cocksucking sissy and giving men a healthy good feeling after they've entrusted their genitals to me. He also got me in the habit of thinking and saying my much smaller prick is a clit rather than a cock. He often has me say so in front of him as he says it will help my mental makeup to think in that context." "I can see his point. I think it will be good for you too darling. After all, you're a soft mama's boy and he was so right to help you see you're so much less than a real man. His mentoring you to utilize your pantywaist mannerisms, namby-pamby ways, your obliging nature, and physical softness for your happiness and that of others is a good thing. In other words son, hard throbbing dicks and your soft lips and warm wet mouth are such a natural combination. Yes baby, you indeed are not only `pussy- like', you are a pussy and deserving of all the things that hard aching dicks do to a soft warm wet pussy." "Oh that is so sweet. Thank you for being so understanding mother." Said Albert/Alberta as he hugged his mom tightly. "You're quite welcome darling. And I'm so delighted that you completely understood Mr. Wilson as he put you through the training to develop your sissy seduction and sucking skills, and made you the efficient sissy dick sucker and dick softener you are today." "Yes mother, I did. And as I alluded to earlier, I'm not only grateful for his emotional guidance but also all the personal time he spent in pushing his big handsome dick back and forth in my mouth to teach me how to handle being face fucked. He said he wanted to make sure I could develop a set of skills and techniques to handle any man's dick that had the opportunity to get their nuts off in my mouth." "He raved about what a good pupil you were and how eager you were to learn and be trained." "His enthusiasm to train me to be a good cocksucker rubbed off on me and got me over my shyness and guilt of sucking on hard hot dick meat and the enjoyment of the tasty creamy reward I got for my efforts. I'll never forget his dedication as he methodically taught me how to deal with men to see if they'd let me suck their cocks. He showed me how to endear myself to men as a sissy cocksucker. He instructed me on many little things like how to unbuckle and unzip a man's pants smoothly and to get his dick out and ready for sucking. How to hold and handle and lap and suck a man's balls. How to lap a man's shaft and many different fore play techniques, especially on their dick head and balls." "That does sound thorough. He also told me about how sweet you were as he got you trained if some man roughly fucked your face as if it was a cunt." "I can't tell you mother how many times he and the other neighborhood men put me through Mr. Wilson's face fuck drills. But I have to say, his training has served me well." "That's where you kneel or lay back and let a man hump your mouth, right?" "Yes ma'am. Instead of me doing all the work to get the man off, the man helps by using my mouth as a cunt. The biggest problem is when the man gets off and me being able to swallow all his hot gooey semen without choking. Practice really helps in being able to do this well for the man's pleasure and mine." "Mr. Wilson said you did real good at it." "He and the others were persistent in ramming their dicks deep in the back of my throat and helping me to handle receiving large spurting loads without gagging. They also taught me how to easily deep throat their dicks too. It's quite an experience to have them spurt their gooey cum directly pass my throat into my gullet. To feel all their hot jism being pumped into and sliding down my gullet seems so magical and delightful." "I understand son. But like Mr. Wilson taught you, it's good to know how to do it all. He also told me how he could always see the sparkle in your eyes whenever he or one of the other men took out their dicks. He said it was so obvious you not only wanted to suck dicks, you needed to do it to satisfy the hunger and craving in you to be a receptacle for hard cock and hot cum." "Yes, I believe he's right mother. I believe I do need to suck dicks and eat jism to keep my mental balance and well being. I say that because after I became a full fledge cocksucker, never have I felt more mentally contented." "But tell me honey, do you like being truly treated as a woman? You know, getting dicks poked up your cute sissy rear." "I-I guess you know everything mom." "Yes dear, Mr. Wilson let me know that they just started fucking your cute ass last year. He thinks it really helped you be less stressed in college, especially when it was test time." "He's just repeating what I told him. But yes, getting fucked really relaxes me, even more so than sucking dicks. It's even more pleasant if I can do both simultaneously." ((((((( CHP:2 LOST CHERRY ))))))))))) "Honey, did you find it difficult when you lost your virginity?" "It really didn't mother. Mr. Wilson prepared me well. He worked with his brother, who is a doctor out of state, to get some stuff that really opened me up for their big dicks. I wasn't hurt or felt pain at all. I really felt excited at being deflowered by Mr. Wilson. I now know how excited and thrilled a virgin bride feels as her husband is about to mount her for the first time." "Tell me more dear." "Well naturally when he first hinted at the idea of me doing more for him than sucking him off, I was a bit scared because he was so large and I didn't think I could easily take him in me without injury. If it hadn't been for his size, I'm sure I would've probably urged him earlier to take me. You see mother, after I started sucking him off fairly frequently, I also got the urge to want to him to have intercourse with me as if I was a woman. I never told him about my desire or fantasy. I guess he was reading my mind." "Alberta my son, in case you haven't realized it, you do have a bit of a womanly walk. So I can understand Wilson wanting to get in your panties. And I fully understand the sissy in you wanting to be under a man and be pounded by his cock." "Oh mother, you thought of the same metaphor I envisioned. I thought of a man's hard cock as the hammer and me as the anvil, receiving all his wonderful strokes as I lay there responding to him in a sweet but complimentary submissive manner." "Very interesting. But please go on, tell me more." "As I said, Mr. Wilson, surfaced that he wanted to fuck me. He said he'd be remiss if he didn't show me what it was liked to be fucked, even if he couldn't be the one to do it to me. He did the sweetest thing after telling me that. He gave me a passionate juicy French kiss." "Had he ever kissed you before?" "Yes, but they were mostly pecks on the lips, nothing like what he did that night. He next told me about confiding in his brother, who is a doctor out of state. Mr. Wilson thought maybe he could offer a suggestion as to how I could be opened up safely so Mr. Wilson could further my training personally with his large manly cock, as well show his affection to me by being the first to have intercourse with me. I have to tell you mother, it made me feel so thrilled to have been kissed so passionately by him and then to hear him say he wanted to show me his affection by being the first to push his big dick in my cute little "pussy-ass". Isn't he sweet? I really like many of the neat words he comes up with. But secretly, it's a sort of a turn on to me to have men associate me with being pussy like. The neighborhood group got in the habit of asking me for "some pussy" whenever they wanted some of my ass and it really turned me on." "Pussy-ass, huh. It certainly has a sissy ring to it. Well anyway, what happened next after Mr. Wilson contacted his brother?" "It turns out his brother was extremely helpful. He sent Mr. Wilson an expandable dildo and a large supply of a muscle relaxer pre-packaged enema kit and lubricant, that I use each time I plan on having intercourse with a man." "So between using the expandable dildo and the enema kit and lubricant, you became a fuckable pussy-ass?" "Yes ma'am, but not right away. Following his brother's instructions, it took about three weeks for me to safely stretch my self to be able to take the dildo after it was adjusted to the size of Mr. Wilson's cock. I think he and I were both anxious for me to reach that point. Well, when I told him, we planed for my official deflowering the following week on a Wednesday night. As he kissed me he said "I want to be in top form to fuck you as a woman". I say official, be cause really, the dildo got me first, right? Hee! Hee!" "Chuckle! Chuckle! I have to agree with you dear. Didn't you dress up for the big night? I think Mr. Wilson told me it was the first time he had you wear a white peignoir because it was such a special occasion." "Yes he did, it was so romantic too. He got it from a Thrift Store. It was like a waltzing gown and robe - snow white in color - very virginal. It really added to the mood. Him doing that made me feel even more special." "That was very sweet of him. He also told me he brought wine and you two feasted on a gourmet dinner he picked up earlier in the evening for you two lovers." "Yes it was very romantic, including the candles. The wine did relax me and we had dinner afterwards. I knew I was too full of anxiety to eat first." "I can understand that. After all, it's not everyday a sissy gets fucked for the first time." "You're so right mother. The other thing that increased my anxiety and aroused me even further was that Mr. Wilson came with a tent pole in his pants. Just seeing him that way made me want to give myself to him even more. Believe me mother, I was in heat and wanted to get fucked." "What happened next?" "We both were aroused and anxious, and the glasses of wine helped both of us relax in preparation for what was to take place. He gave me a very warm and passionate open mouth kiss as he repeated complimented me in the sheer white peignoir I was wearing. He frequently groped my ass and had his hands all over me. His wonderful manhandling plus super kiss further aroused and heated me up even more. The feel of his larger rough manly hands felt so delicious as he ran them over my softer body. The feel of his groping me signaled to me that what he was doing to me needed to be done. I'd never had a man's hands roaming all over me before. It certainly was an ecstatic feeling. I guess I knew at that moment that I was truly a sissy and that it was proper for me to let men do to me, what they would ordinarily do to a woman." "Yes, sweetie, I can see how you might reach such a conclusion. But please go on with your account of things." "Okay mother. Hmmm, lets see, oh yes. I next helped him get undressed. His dick sprung quickly out of his shorts as I pulled them down. I gave his beautiful manly rod a long kiss and suckled it for a brief moment. Knowing that it was soon going to be screwing me, made my mouthing action more special to me. Later, he positioned me to receive him missionary style, as he and I had discussed. That position made me feel even more like a virgin bride. This was especially so as he climbed on the bed to mount me. His big 8-inch dick was turgid and jutting toward the heavens. He was really ready to mate me. As he got in position over me, my excitement was high. He next positioned my legs and I held them back toward my head to facilitate his entrance into me. As his bloated dick head made first contact with the opening to my pussy-ass, I shuddered slightly and closed my eyes. I was well lubricated so when he pushed firmly, his dick head slipped in easier than each of had anticipated. It was a most pleasant surprise and after we'd both emitted a moaning sigh of pleasure from his dick head's entrance, he leaned over and placed a warm kiss on my lips as pushed more of his rigid love tool in me. The cozy feel of being filled as a woman was ecstatic. I laid there in utter bliss as he ravished me with his stiff stalk of rigid man meat. I was breathing sensuously and heavily in response to his delightful pounding of my bottom. He was not only breathing hard, but was sort of moaning and talking simultaneously. His words were very lewd and lascivious as he worked hard to get off in me. He uttered some of the most fowl and earthy terms for almost the entire time before he shot his hot load in me. He said things like: "OOOOOHHHH, your sissy faggy pansy ass pussy is damn good. AHHHHHHH! Yes, Gasp! you're a good fuck. Ohhh, Ahhh, Gasp! you sweet fairy Gasp! ass He-bitch. You make my Gasp! dick feel good! Ohhhhh! Yesssss! Gasp! I'll never want for pussy Gasp! as long as Gasp! you're around, you Gasp! sweet-ass pansy faggot cunt!" "That sure is graphic explicit street gutter language. Weren't you offended and turned off by it since you two were suppose to be in a romantic coupling?" "To my surprise mother, I found it a definite turn on. For some odd reason, every time he called me "faggot", "pansy", or "cunt", and most of all, any reference to me having a "good pussy", a warm thrill ran through me. To answer your question, I found great joy in his words." "I see. Well that just goes to verify Mr. Wilson's assessment of you, that is, that your sexual libido wants and needs negative praise and compliments to bolster your self-esteem." "He told me the very same thing, and after how I felt as he was doing me, I knew, once more, he was right. He said others may consider such treatment of me as an abuse, but my body and brains sees it as pleasurable." "Sweetie, it's a rather natural thing, especially for sissies such as yourself. So dear, the best treatment is to let nice men as Mr. Wilson praise and commend you just the way he's done before, and doing now. Yes the rest of society may see such praise as abusive, disparaging, and derogatory, but for you, it's the type of accolade you need. Just as maggots thrive contentedly in a pile of barnyard manure, so will you as you wallow and bask in the derision and ridicule others heap on you. Now please go on with your story about your deflowering, I want to hear more." "Oh, yes, well Mr. Wilson continued to plow into me more rapidly. By this time, my legs were resting and hooked onto his shoulders and he had my upper thighs circled by his strong arms, which held my legs firmly up and my pussy-ass hole completely accessible to his pile- driving rod of hard cock meat. There was a squishy sound as he pushed and pulled out of me as he sought his pleasure. Of course, as he sought his, he was giving me mine. I'm telling you mother, the whole scene is the thing dreams are made of." "How quaint a metaphor. But please go on." "As he continued his wonderful action on me, I was softly caressing his back and softly and sensuously responding to his vulgarity with sweet words of praise and urging him on as he was seeking to release his pent up hot jism in me. I said things like: "Oh Yesss! ... That's it!... Gasp! ... I'm your pussy anytime ... Gasp! ... you want me. Yeesss, please fuck ... Gasp! ... me! Oh yesss! It's sooooo ... Gasp! ... gooood. Yesss ... I'm your ... Gasp! ... sweet fairy cunt. Yesss, ... Gasp! that's it, give it to me. ... Gasp! ... Ohhh, yes ... Gasp! ... Pleasssse dick meeee!" "That sounds like you were really complimenting him all right." "I was Mother and enjoyed every minute of it. Finally after he ejaculated in me, and our passions subsided, we uncoupled and we laid side by side as I cuddled up to him. His large manly dick was languished and soft. I reached over, wiped it off and placed the pinkish colored head in my mouth. As a gesture of heartfelt thanks, I gave it a very slow and appreciative milking. The moment was enhanced by Mr. Wilson patting and caressing my head as I slowly and lovingly suckled his softened sex pole. I was so proud that I'd helped him get off. And the delight of knowing I had his spent sperm in me was indescribable. It heightened my feeling of functioning as his sissy woman." "Alberta my son, you had, and still do, have every reason to be proud of pleasing him and his big dick, and of course being a depository for his hot sperm." "Thank you so much mother. He even had me promise to be his sissy woman, which I did, well actually his "obedient sissy woman." He told me my goal in life should be to embrace the philosophy "A sissy's joy in life is in pleasing his man, his real man." I solemnly committed to doing that for him mother." "Now that is indeed romantic sweetie." ### END OF PART 1 ###

------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT-------------- This is a sexually graphic story with adult content. You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in this sexual fantasy story are imaginary, and are not a representation, in any manner, of any real world person or situation. IN REAL LIFE PRACTICE SAFE SEX, NOT THE FANTASY THINGS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY. MARCH 2004 STORY CONTENT: (TS/TG, Sissy, MM, FemDom, MDom) Story Title: Scholarship Part 2: Connie Goes Off To College By Es2c Dear Mother It's been three weeks since my last letter to you and I must tell you, this college is much more fun than I ever imagined. First of all, if you remember, Mr. Vickers told us that I would only have to suck cock no more than 20 times a week, and swallow as many loads of jism. You heard him. Well, that only happened the first week. But the very next week, I was required to gulp down just over 45 hot heavy loads. All of us Freshman S.L.U.T.S. had the same experience. We didn't mind a bit that we were being required to swallow down more thick hot slimy jism. We all were aglow at the fact we were desired so much more than expected by the well hung horny students. In addition, 16 of the instructors have had intercourse with me to date. They were all well endowed. It really boosted my self-esteem to be able to take their large members in my sissy cunt without pain or injury, just like I accommodated Mr. Vickers. After they found it so easy to get their bloated dick heads in me, they no longer felt afraid in fucking and pushing their man stalks in me as far as they could. I felt so titillated being in the role of a woman for them. They also liked the way I moved my bottom for them too. They were really thrilled at my enthusiasm of being used for intercourse. All of them said my cute ass turned them on. That made me feel so warm and cozy to know they all wanted a piece of my ass so much. I really do find it thrilling to be under such big brawny men and having them moaning and grunting as they caress and grope me wantonly all the while thrusting their throbbing dicks in me just like I'm a woman. As I told you in an earlier letter, only the professors are allowed to have intercourse with us S.L.U.T.S. In addition, S.L.U.T.S. who seem geared to intercourse and can easily take large dicks in their sissy ass pussies, carry a special designation on their student ID Cards. I know you'll be proud of me Mother, for I have been designated as being included in this special group. We S.L.U.T.S. in this special group are categorized as "Highly Oriented and Ready for Extraordinary Service". The words "H.O.R.E. Service" is embossed in gold letters next to our Student ID photo. We are commonly called HORES. Of the 200 SLUTS on campus, only 125 of us are designated as HORES. The staff told us that it was purely accidental that the acronym came out sounding somewhat vulgar, just as it was with the "S.L.U.T." scholarship program. However, the chief of the admissions office, Mr. Smedley, cited it as being too costly to go back and change all the forms and paperwork for another set of acronyms. "Besides", spoke Mr. Smedley to us doing Freshman orientation for us new SLUTS and HORES, "Current and past Acmeton SLUTS and HORES Students have gotten use to the terms and see them as a source of pride for the functions they perform for the college. And you all can rest assured, that a prestigious College as Acmeton wouldn't have intentionally set out to denigrate a fine group of students as you are in any way." He concluded. But to be honest about it, it was apparent that both terms appeal to the upper-class SLUT students and us newbies too. Additionally, the words harmoniously resonates with the feminine mystique we sissies so aptly enjoy, and delight in portraying. Also Mother, we're only allowed to suck the students' cocks, but we can suck, as well as have intercourse with, that is, get fucked by the faculty and staff members. Don't breathe a word of this to anyone Mother, but you can believe some of us HORES occasionally let some of these handsome students enjoy a piece or two of our asses, in the same manner as the staff and faculty does. A MOONLIGHT ADVENTURE: In fact a small group of the students have already pulled a train on three of us newbie SLUTS (all HORE rated too). I confess, I was one of the three that snuck out of the dorm to meet 16 horny students (smile). They dared us to sneak out and meet them. It was a beautifully moonlit, warm early Autumn night, when we met them near a pond in a wooded clearing on campus. It was truly a dream like pastoral scene with the moonlight reflecting off the pond. The guys didn't think we'd show. We surprised them. In addition, we 3 HORES were dressed provocatively and sexually teased and taunted the group of guys from the start. We also made sure they knew we were all card carrying HORES, that we weren't wearing panties, were freshly douched, and well lubricated where it counted. We also brought our own blankets too. It didn't take them long to take "advantage" (smile) of us softer, weaker, helpless HORE students, and have their way with us as they satisfied their lust and injected us 3 HORES with their very hot and plentiful sperm. However, I have to say, despite their sense of urgency, they showed their gentlemanly Acmeton bearing by helping us first undress and placing our clothes in neat piles. After we were all naked, that is except for our pearl jewelry (necklace, rings, bracelet and, oh yes, our sheer shiny pink nylons), we three HORES were continuously sandwiched between two muscular students the whole three hours we were in the wooded clearing. Each of the 20 guys (PS: It was suppose to be 16, but it turned out to be 20 that showed up!) vigorously thrust their sturdy stiff manhood into our soft slick hot ass-cunt holes, and drooling juicy mouths. They were so cute and handsome as they urgently worked to ejaculate their hot, pent up loads of semen into us HORES. It was an enchanting scene Mother. There was a very gentle breeze. The moon was so bright and the trees sway gingerly. The night was quiet except for the predominant noises of a cacophony of mingled guttural moans from the guys who had their dicks deep in our mouths and ass cunts. Those sounds were accented by the sounds of slapping flesh, which came from the guys slamming into our rears, as we three HORES were heavily rear-ended. We three HORES couldn't have picked a nicer, more romantic evening to get gang banged on. I think I'll forever be haunted by the delightful moonlit sight of the many stiff, shiny dick heads bobbing around and among, us three HORES. Those dicks were adorned even more, by the added brilliance of glistening sparkling drops of pre-cum clinging tenaciously to those beautiful dick head slits. As I said above, all three of us HORES were being double penetrated, that is, we were sandwiched between two horny students and skewed on their rigid sex poles. Mother, it was such a lovely indescribable feeling to have one guy working his very hard dick in and out of my rear, and another simultaneously fucking my mouth. In addition, the feeling of their manly rough hands, as well as those of other guys watching or standing by awaiting their turn at me, was fantastic. The many, many hands roaming all over my tender naked body, as they groped, kneaded, and handled me so wantonly, added another layer of erotic electric pleasure to that I was already receiving from being penetrated by one hard penis after another. Additionally, each of us HORES were either holding or caressing a hard dick in each hand. I know I was (Smile). Needless to say, Mother, we three got thoroughly fucked. When we later compared notes, we estimated we three had swallowed a combined total of 42 very creamy gooey loads. We're pretty sure all the guys came three times. Hence, we surmised that the other 18 loads had to have been deposited in our well-ravished, but happily satisfied sissy pussies. There was so much action, not to mention the rapturous delight, I and my cohort HORES, were receiving from all those hard cocks poking us top and bottom, it was difficult to keep an accurate count. The feeling of all that spent, viscous, slimy semen oozing from my fuck hole, and seeping in rivulets down my inner thighs, gave me the utmost feeling of contentment, gratification, and fulfillment. The kind of true satisfaction that comes from knowing that I attained my goal of being effeminate and sexually arousing to guys. And with the undeniable proof being my semen laden breath; cock cum leaking from my sissy cunt and running down my legs; smeared and dried crusty jism on my face, hair, and swollen dick fucked, inflamed lips; as well as a belly of fresh sperm; it made my accomplishment all the more wonderful to me. After the last of the 20 horny students got their last loads in us, and were through using us, we three slimy HORES were left alone in the clearing. We just laid there a bit and enjoyed the afterglow of the extremely ecstatic sex we had just been subjected to. However, we were also enjoying the paradise like, delightful moonlit pastoral scenery, and also exchanging gleeful sissy-talk about how messy and nasty we were physically (and had been sexually (smile)). It was quickly apparent that each of us delighted in being all messy and slimy, from all the dick goo the guys shot off. After all, it is the role of the female to receive a man's sperm. Isn't it? Well, our condition was a good indication of how well we were functioning in our effeminate role as sissies. At least that how we slutty HORES saw it (Hee! Hee!). Aren't we naughty mother? It's also a good thing we each brought a canned soda and sipped on them between dicks (A tip from upperclassmen SLUTS when sucking a bunch of boners, one right after the other). That kept our mouths from gumming up (that is from all the sucking and cum consumption we were doing). And with all the students being young adults and virile, all their stuff is thick, sticky, and gooey rich (and good!). As we continued to lay there, all nude and in a sloppy messy condition, we three happy HORES joked about the possibility of getting lockjaw if our mouths got too mucked, gummy and gluey from too much thick ejaculate. We really got a laugh out of that, as we continued to talk filthy and trashy and bond in our own special way. As we got cleaned up and dressed (PS: Mother, we brought a change of clothes and moist towelettes to clean up with (smile)), we continued to brag about how good we each were in extracting jism from the guys. In addition, we also boasted about how much jism was shot off in us, how much, and how well we swallowed it all, and the quantity of spent cum seeping from our sissy snatches. To us three HORES, these things were important symbols of our worth and esteem to our selves, as well as to the horny guys and men who used us to appease their lust. These were also things that Dr. Judy and Dean "Mother Debbie" taught us to value, relish, and be exceedingly proud of. I'll talk more about these two fine people later in this letter. After composing ourselves as best we could, we three made the relatively short trek back to our "SLUTS'" Dorm. We were lucky to sneak back in without being detected. We got showered and settled in for a good night's sleep. We three dreamily drifted out to a much-deserved slumber. We three dreamed of our little adventure of hard ejaculating dicks, a dreamy pastoral moonlit setting, and of course, much spent jism. ON GETTING FUCKED: Mother, as you know, the sight of a throbbing hard dick excites me. But it's even more exciting when I know it will be fucking me. It is quite a thrill to have a man fuck me as I'm lying back in bed with my legs parted missionary style and him fucking me face to face. I really get excited when the man begins to mount me, and his big tool is rigid and swinging side to side as he takes it and guides it to my sissy cunt hole opening. Just feeling that first contact, as he gets his bearing to make his initial insertion in me, is so titillating. To hear his first sigh and moan of pleasure as his heated dick gets his first taste of me, is so delightful and literally priceless. Submissively lying there and being an anvil for his hammering hard erection really appeases my sissy nature. The feeling of his hands on me, and the pleasurable moans he makes while I'm being humped, and thrust into, can't help but make me feel so womanly, as I do my best to move my ass for his added enjoyment of me. As you also know by now Mother, I'm use to, and have found added delight in being called the foulest, most degrading, and lowest of names, while a man has his dick in me. Oddly, it just seems right for him to do that, and for me to accept it all with a most radiant sensuous smile. And when it's that magical enchanting moment, that is, when he ejaculates his hot sperm in me, giving me a part of himself, the man can say no wrong things at such a moment of bliss for me. THE ROUTINE OF COLLEGE LIFE Even though I'm being asked to swallow more loads of hot sperm than was in my scholarship agreement, and getting fucked more than I expected, I'm still very happy to be here and I definitely want to stay. Acmeton does have a great curriculum here, and as you know, the school is a highly rated all men's liberal arts college. This college is geared to train leaders. Most if not all of the regular students have aggressive and assertive personalities. Us SLUTS were brought in to control their aggressiveness by keeping their sperm levels in check. I'm just thrilled to be getting such a quality education on scholarship as well as being able to provide a useful service at the same time. Sure, most of the regular students think there're better than us S.L.U.T.S. I've talked to all of the other 199 S.L.U.T. scholarship recipients, and each us accept, and are very comfortable with knowing we're less masculine and more submissive as compared to the regular Acmeton students. However, I can say without a doubt that we all are very satisfied at being called sissies and known as the college's walking sperm dumpsters. We all also love the wonderful wardrobe the college provides for us S.L.U.T.S.. They are so many pretty lacy sheer panties and see through robes and baby doll jammies and other lovely femmy stuff. And I know I adore the delightful pearl jewelry we are required to wear at all times. All of us new SLUTS (There are 50 of us) wear a single string of pearls. As we get more college seniority, we will get to wear an additional string of pearls for each year of seniority, culminating in a four-string choker when we are seniors. I have yet to see any rank pulled by the more senior SLUTS. They have been nothing but helpful to us newbies. I guess with so many hard cocks for a small group like us to service, there isn't much time for petty anti seniority squabbles. There is a very strong team spirit among us. We all also have various pearl rings and bracelets and cameo broaches. One of the cameo broaches has a smiling figurine with her lips parted open wide. There is an inscription, engraved in black against white background of the cameo, which can be clearly seen from a distance, even though in small print. It reads: "I Love 2 Give Head" The purpose of the inscription was to constantly remind the regular students why we SLUTS were there. Also, our motto is "We love to receive to relieve". All of us SLUTS absolutely adore the attention we get from the student body and the staff members. Anybody can grope and feel us up anywhere on campus. We SLUTS have no say so in the matter, and we love it that way. In fact we all just love the guys and professors and maintenance men groping our asses and squeezing our softer sissy bodies. All of us sluts wear tight fitting female jeans and pants and tight skirts too, just so they will be accommodating for ass grabbing and groping. We all just love having our shapely asses rubbed and groped and patted. There are various areas set aside in all the college buildings for us SLUTS to have oral sex with the regular students and staff. Many are like little broom closets scattered here and there. On the door of each of these little closets there is a sign which reads "Pressure Relief Area". We can even be beckoned to leave class if a professor or a college staff member is in need of an urgent suck off. Students don't have this privilege. In one of my English classes, I was called out to give a staff member and a professor a quickie. Needless to say I had to borrow notes from another student since I missed almost all of the class. The staff member shot a tremendous load of hot viscous semen. A small dollop dripped on my lacy white blouse as he pulled from between my lips. I had to rush to the dorm and change. On the way there and back to class I was stopped two more times for quickie head. I'm surprised, I only missed 10 minutes of my next class. By the way, only the instructors and staff members can check us SLUTS out ( like books from a library) for up to 4 hours between 9 PM Friday and 5PM Sunday. They usually take us home and fuck us in the mouth and ass at their leisure. Some of us get checked out more than others (especially us HO.R.E.S.). I guess I must be popular, because I'm usually checked out both Saturday and Sundays. Since I arrived, rarely have I spent a full weekend not being checked out (Smile). Routinely, I only seem to get fucked in my pussy only on the weekend (99% of the time). This is good, as it allows for it to get rested up and back in shape during the week (smile). I think I'm popular with the students too, because just last week, I was asked to suck dicks 48 times and had 54 warm wonderful loads ejaculated in my mouth. I'm telling you mother, it's so heavenly to handle all the guys' heavy nut sacs and balls and to swallow down all those thick hot gooey loads. Some of the men on staff and a few of the students, have bull size balls. It's so nice to bury my face in them as I lick them and nuzzle my face in their hairy softness. I also just love to lap around the base of the men and student's meaty dick shafts as my tongue brushes against dense growths of crotch hairs. The guys really shoot some large copious loads of very hot sperm. I call them the "choking kind". But you know what mother, I find it exhilarating to have my mouth filled to over flowing with a man's powerful spurting heated ejaculate. I know it might be strange, but I really admire men who don't concern themselves with whether I choke or gag on their big dicks or thick shooting jism as they fuck my face. I know they're only concerned about their pleasure, not my discomfort. But yet, I know by it being good for them, they'll have respect for me being able to make it so good for them. One the other hand, I've become even better at handling these type men to keep from choking or gagging. Also, we've been taught how to accommodate guys who are like fucking our mouths like it's just a pussy. I know many of us S.L.U.T.S are thought of simply as a mouth fuck by many of the guys. They've told me so. One of the regular students, who is also one of my regular mouth fuckers, calls me "a good piece of head pussy". I thought that was so cute. But yet, I'm glad that he and many other routinely keep coming back to use my lips and mouth to deposit their hot cum. I know many of the guys often pick me over the other SLUTS just to fuck my mouth. That makes me feel so good. Mother, it's such a great feeling to men need and want you, when their dicks get hard. I would say that in general, all of us SLUTS are proud of being fuck meat and proud of all the excess sperm we take off all the men's balls on campus. We don't know for sure, but by our rough conservative estimate of about a half ounce of cum per swallow, we think us 200 S.L.U.T.S. collectively swallow somewhat over 35 gallons of the tasty goo each week from the bloated balls of the students, faculty and college staff. I suspect the actual amount of jism consumed by us SLUTS is higher than that. Especially when you consider that other SLUTS also have their own secret escapade like my moonlight adventure I described earlier. Such escapades are above and beyond the normal 45 plus weekly loads each of us SLUTS swallows on average. Me and the other SLUTS have also not seen any reduction in the number of weekly loads consumed because of the various escapades. That 35 gallon figure also doesn't count all the jism that flows when we HORES have sissy intercourse, unless of course, the staff or faculty member pull out of our pussies as they near release, and want us to suck and swallow their load down. It has happened several times to me. I find doing this so delightful and sexy each time someone has me do that for him. Some of the other SLUTS have characterized me as being "nasty" sucking on a dick that's been in my ass-cunt. However, I let them know it felt good being nasty for my man's enjoyment. Besides, the edible sanitizing douche and lube we use is ideal for this naughty endeavor. I think I've convinced several of my sister sissy HORES to be nasty like me and enjoy this delight too (smile). MORE ON THE ORIGIN OF THE ACMETON S.L.U.T. SCHOLARSHIP PROGRAM: One factor in Acmeton initiating the S.L.U.T. Scholarship Program, was to not have their regular students, who the college trains for future statesmen and tycoons of the corporate world, resorting to masturbation for sexual relief, by jacking off and spilling their slippery slimy stuff all over the place. That's where we SLUTS come in, as walking, breathing, warm, soft, sperm depositories. There is very little or no spilled jism with us. We S.L.U.T.S. pride ourselves on our consumption of the ejaculate given us by the rather well hung students, faculty and staff. We SLUTS are often referred to as the campus's "semen sewer system". None of us SLUTS have taken offense to that labeling. In fact all of us SLUTS are very proud to be known as cocksuckers and sperm swallowers. After all, we all know that one man's spent sperm may be slimy slop to him, but to us it's delightful nectar. All in all, we SLUTS are proud to know that we make such a significant contribution to the quality of life on campus. Another thing of delight for me is how verbal the men are as they're enjoying the juicy wetness between my lips. As we discussed sometime ago, I feel so much better now about being called a "cocksucker", "pansy", "sissy", and even a "faggot". The college's consultant counselor (who doesn't reside on campus and is not on the permanent faculty or staff), a Dr. Judy, has been good for all us SLUTS. She regularly has sessions with us. She has really helped us all with our self-esteem. Additionally, her guidance and counseling has helped us see how useful we are to the college. One important thing she done for us is helped us see that our accepting being called names that society might consider derogatory is especially positive. She has made us see that we do not have to feel degraded but proud that men call us "sissy sluts", "fags", "queers" and other similar names. She has taught us that they do so because it makes them feel good and the name-calling comes as sort of envy because we do make them feel good and that we ask for almost nothing in return other than their sperm. Sure, they call us names, which say that we are lesser than they are. But then, since that's so obvious, we don't get excited about that. Hearing Dr. Judy talk is so motivational and inspirational. After one of her regular team building sessions, all of us SLUTS are just raring to go out and suck dicks and get filled with hot sperm. At our weekly group sessions, one of her team spirit cheers for us is "RAH! RAH! RAH! We are bold and Proud to be holes for men's poles!". As with the other SLUTS, this resonates so well with me. The feeling of contentment and delight that comes from being a receptacle for a guy's hard dick, as well as a vessel for his ejaculated hot sperm, is so enchanting. Another cheer is "RAH! RAH! RAH! What a thrill to be fucked and filled!". And another is RAH! RAH! RAH! It's a dream to drink hot cock cream!" Both Mother Debbie, and Dr. Judy have instilled in me, a greater sense of pride at how wonderful it is to be uninhibited, effeminate, subservient, and a wanton cocksucker and sperm drinker. Dr. Judy inspires us to be the type of sweet, compliant, acquiescent "Lady Boys" - her words - she says men desire. That is, who are sweet, crave to please, and eagerly and willingly give themselves to men for sexual service and use. Mother Debbie, the Dean of us SLUTS on the other hand nurtures and cheers us on when we feel downcast or when we need that special hug of encouragement. Especially when we may feel we let a man down when he thought we didn't give as good a head job as he thought we should have, or was as good a piece of ass as he thought we should've been. Don't get me wrong, Mother Debbie always let us know we were at fault if a student or a staff member didn't get off good as a result of our sucking or fucking actions. She and Dr. Judy constantly remind and drill into us, that we lowly SLUTS should feel honored that we were chosen to be frequently face fucked by the students, and ass and face fucked by the staff, at such a prestigious institution as Acmeton. She always chides us to do the best we could to please the dicks of the Acmeton men and staff. I remember one of the stern talks she had with me. "The fine men students of Acmeton have given you the opportunity to taste their manly tools and to consume and ingest their outpouring of hot creamy gooey cum. For this you should be humbled, honored and extremely grateful to suckle, sup, and be injected with the sperm from the fine Acmeton penises that are pushed into your body." No matter whether she chided us for not doing what she thought was the best we could have done, or counseled and got a commitment for us to do better, we all felt better after one of her little talks. It's not unusual for her to spank or paddle us periodically until we are in tears and bawling. She does it to remind us of our subservient station. We all seem to feel better after such severe admonishments. For we knew this woman, whom we know cares for us, is only demonstrating her affection and love of us by her actions. Actions to remind us of our rightful, and naturally inferior, submissive effeminate stature and status. Both Mother Debbie and Dr. Judy have also lectured and counseled us on the happiness that comes from being treated by men in a way that society may say is humiliating and degrading. "Dears, If a man slaps you around or manhandles you a little bit to get himself in the mood to face or ass fuck you, just think of it as foreplay. Some men like doing this, especially to sweet sissies such as your selves. It's not unusual. Don't worry, you can be assured he is enjoying himself, therefore so should you enjoy what he is doing to you. Don't get upset in the least, smile, be content and lovingly accept his tough manly caresses. For you can rest assured that you will eventually get what you want the most, the thrill of his rigid hard dick in you and a deposit of his hot manly ejaculate." Like me, it appeared most, if not all of us SLUTS were accepting, and I guess it's safe to say, comfortable being submissive to guys who were assertive and made sexual demands on us to be a pussy, or in more street language, a bitch, for them. In fact, most of the other SLUTS I talked too saw it as rather natural, and even expected guys to treat us in a condescending manner. If not before they got their hard throbbing dicks in us, certainly after they'd gotten their nuts off in us. So if we get roughed up and slapped around a bit also, many of us accepted that was just par for the course of us being the sissies we were. In addition, we concluded that the guys found us so alluring, their shame drives them to cover up their lust for us sissies by their abusive actions. Therefore, in order for us sissies to have the delight of such delightful sexual male companionship and to enjoy the fruits thereof, being used and slightly abused was the price we had to pay. However, it appeared also that us SLUTS accepted such abusive treatment as a natural thing and came to find that it actually lead to the guys being aroused enough to get off better in us SLUTS. In other words they had a harder dick and spurted a copious load of cum. These are really important things to us SLUTS. Hence, a little roughhousing is the price we pay for the pleasure we receive from the encounter. In general I discovered that most of the SLUTS felt like me. That is, that we felt a great deal of respect just being selected by a guy so that he could push his throbbing aching dick in us to appease his lust and most importantly, give us his semen. To a S.L.U.T., and we all admitted it in various group discussions, that we all highly prized having men ejaculate in us and leaving sizable deposits of their wonderfully hot creamy gluey sperm. We all agreed that walking around with a man's ejaculate in us indeed made us feel special, and well, womanly. In our eyes this means so much to us. Mother Debbie's advice and wise counsel were well received and made all of us SLUTS feel more at ease and comfortable in our service to the Acmeton students and staff. The more senior SLUTS (i.e., the Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors) had heard her lectures before, but even they confessed to us Freshmen, that her continuing words of wisdom still inspired them. One senior told me. "She is so inspiring. She has caused me to seek the depths of blissful passion and happiness that comes from eagerly, willfully, and cheerfully submitting to men with hard dicks." The senior went on to further say "Listen carefully to what she and Dr. Judy have to tell you. They know what they're talking about. By adhering to their wise counsel and guidance, I have found such great joy and happiness in doing things that I once would've thought were humiliating, demeaning and degrading or perverted. But now, the teachings of Mother Debbie and Dr. Judy, have helped me attain nothing but great happiness from letting men use me to their heart's desire." The senior, whose name was Samantha, told of how happy he is to be slapped around and roughhoused before and during a mouth fucking by a man with a big hard mouth- filling dick. As he told a group of us newbies about one of his favorite students who use to slap as well as spank him hard before sex, I could see the obvious joy on his face as he recalled the memory of the event. I think all of us who heard this senior S.L.U.T., wished to ascribed to see if we could reach his state of blissful enjoyment from pain that a man might inflict on us as we eagerly submit and sexually serve. I know I was excited and anxious to be slapped and manhandled by a handsome brawny man and please him in the process. I guess, the old adage, no pain, no gain is appropriate here. Another very likable quality of Mother Debbie is that she often prompts us to be good at all we do. An example of one of her many pep talks goes like this: "You have the natural makings of a good dick taking sissy fag. But if you apply yourself and take advantage of all we train you in, you'll not only become an exceptional and very experienced receptacle for men's cocks and cum, but you'll also have the distinction of being an Acmeton educated sissy SLUT." Dr. Judy and Mother Debbie are a delightful support team to us SLUTS. They both have taught us so many wonderful things. Such as how to properly make our faces and dress in drag. Pleasing the students and staff with the touch of our hands. They spend a lot of time with teaching us how to use licking and sucking techniques with our mouths, as well as how to move our sissy asses to arouse and please as we're humped by the men having intercourse with us. I am especially proud of how much progress I've made in learning to deep throat big dicks and swallow heavy wads of thick cum so easily. I believe my skills at caressing, licking and sucking on a man's scrotum is second to none. Between my deep throat practice lessons and dick training with the students, it seems that my throat has become gag resistant and I'm able to handle their gushing semen no matter whether they come in the front of my mouth, or deep back toward my throat. I know several of the students and staff have praised me for being so talented in that regard. I just love them telling me this after I give them a good sucking and they're wiping the head of their seeping dick heads on my face or hair or tongue. Their flattery makes me feel so delighted as I'm on my knees looking up at them as they stuff their softened cocks in their pants and compose themselves. It's a feeling of having performed a very useful service. The added delight of having a man's hot sperm shot off in me makes it all the more pleasant. Often times as I get up off my knees and compose myself, I'm usually happily humming after such a joyful transfer of hot fresh jism from a man's balls into my tummy. Mother, no matter how many times I've swallowed a heavy load of sperm here, it always gives me a thrill. I guess I get a natural high from it all. When we SLUTS call it the end of another day, there is no happier harmonious feeling than returning to our dorms with a belly full of sperm, shot off in us from all the dicks we've sucked. Of if fucked, feeling the slimy stuff oozing down our thighs. Most of us return to the dorm in both conditions. Sure we're a bit tired after a hard day of classes, studying and of course being fucked top and bottom. However, it's a very happy tiredness. We all go to sleep contented and full of pride at our roles at Acmeton. So in closing mother, you can see that I'm getting well adjusted at Acmeton College and getting along fine, very fine. And of course, I'm getting fed very well from all the dicks and bloated balls of the virile well endowed guys here. With Love, Connie The End????

------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT-------------- This is a sexually graphic story with adult content. You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in this sexual fantasy story are imaginary, and are not a representation, in any manner, of any real world person or situation. Title: THE UN-MALE CHRONICLES PART 1 AUTHOR: Es2c THE UN-MALE CHRONICLES PART 1 PREFACE: TO THE READER: This report is the result of an investigative reporter's effort to find out more about an organization called The Society for Un- threatened Effeminacy in Males or Un-males for short. The goal of Un- male is the acceptance of the philosophy that female domination in white marriages should be the norm, combined with submissiveness, imposed effeminacy, and subservient behavior by white husbands. It is the belief of the organization that this is necessary for successful marital relationships. The organization also embraces the colloquial belief of some, that white males are inferior to black men, particularly, in reference to sex. Un-male exhorts white husbands to accept cuckolding as honorable and that they boast proudly to their peers of their wives' adulterous relationships with superior black studs. The preceding beliefs have been merged into the Un-male Therapy for making marriages happier as well as make white males in general, feel more secure and serene, in accepting their inferiority and subjugation to superior black males, as well as feeling a deeper love and higher esteem for their unfaithful white wives. THE BEGINNING While at an Un-Male open house social, researching information for my article, I chatted with one of the Un-Male trained husbands. I listened to his story intently. "I was upset at first when I found out that my wife was having a torrid affair with a black man. But by the time I did so, she'd already started me on tasting traces of his delicious cum from her sweet pussy. She knew I liked the way she tasted after she'd been out with him. Her cunt tasted great, but I never attributed it to her sexing it up with a black stud. There was an argument at first, but when she laid the law down that she wasn't about to give him up, I knew I didn't want to give her up - I loved her too much. We compromised. I'd share her with her black lover. She continued to feed me her pussy and I eagerly ate her out. We'd virtually stopped having normal intercourse after she started seeing him. She told me how much of her time he took up as well as that she didn't seem to get much out of my much smaller prick anymore. It was easy for me to see how enlarged her vagina had become from regular sex with him. She was for a while jerking me off. Later she urged me to take care of that myself, as she ground her tasty bottom on my face. One night after she'd had a quickie with him, she plugged her cunt and brought his full load back for me to eat. When she told me what she had for me, I was very reluctant to do what she wanted, but when she told me `Taste me now or not taste me again' I gave in. I needed her so. I prepared for what I thought was going to be a terrible slimy taste. To my total surprise, her gooey creamy loaded cunt was very tasty. I couldn't hide that I'd liked her creamy jism saturated hair pie. We kissed and talked. She said she was going to bring me more such presents from her black paramour. When I brought up the issue of my embarrassment at eating another man's jism from her cunt, even though I liked the way she tasted, she calmly told me about Un-males. We got some of their literature and videos. I began to look at my marital role in a different more satisfying way and didn't worry about my previous macho concerns. To test myself, she and her mother slowly had me wear small feminine items - you know, panties, stockings, garter belt, a teddy, etc. After a few weeks, I felt no shame prancing around the house before she and her mother in a full maid's uniform. Two of the Un-male products my wife made sure I tried was the no blade shaving cream and the vitamins they sold. After a while, I found that I didn't have to shave hardly at all. I later found out the vitamins were responsible. A secret ingredient had been added to them. My wife's mother checked on me frequently and even encouraged me to serve as a maid for one of her women's club meetings. My wife offered me to her with her complete blessings. To my own surprise, I felt no shame about doing so. The group of women were rather the bossy type and had me running to do their bidding unmercifully. It was strange, but I liked being told what to do and ordered around. My wife was somewhat more assertive than I was anyway, but since her black lover had come on the scene, she'd become outright dominant. The Un-Male therapy apparently helped me accept and adapt to this. I felt more complete in my role in the triangular relationship. While my wife was busy with her higher paying job and Nash - that's our black lover's name - I took care of the household. It seemed only natural that I become the household domestics manager - as my wife put it. My wife finally brought him over and introduced me to him. She had me cook and serve dinner to him, her, and her mother. Nash was extremely handsome and masculine. He was very witty, I could see why she liked him so. I was nervous around him dressed in my French maid's outfit, but at the same time it seemed right that I was dressed as I was. Just like the Un-male literature stated, Nash as the better man was not threatened because my dress and mannerism demonstrated my respect for his superior manhood, while at the same time I was totally comfortable in my natural subordinate role. There was no threat to either of us, hence no conflict. He was the real man in her life and I was comfortable with the arrangement. It was raining after dinner. My wife directed me to put new sheets on the master bedroom bed. Nash was going to spend the night with her there. Mother was going to stay over also. I was to sleep in the smaller guest bedroom downstairs. I did as I was told. Some days later, after he moved in, he and I developed a closer relationship. Everything my wife did was geared to satisfying Nash. Naturally, my outlook was the same. So when he wanted me to suck his cock it was just as natural as him telling me to fix him a drink. After all, my honey had already introduced me to the taste of his cum. She's so sweet. However, I did feel proud that he thought I was deserving enough to handle such a task as sucking him off. I was so proud of myself as I swallowed all his heavy hot load as he moaned and grunted as he spurted his hot gooey semen down my throat." His story was very interesting. Just after he finished, he was beckoned by a tall handsome black man. Before leaving in a rush, he whispered to me excitedly that their husband - Nash wanted him. I wondered over to the punch bowl again. I overheard one Un-male talking to another newcomer about his exciting experiences in being initiated in the organization. "After my lovely wife insisted for a while that I try on her nylons, I did. She was right, they did feel comfortable and I didn't feel all that threatened wearing them in her presence. At the same time she persisted that I wear more and more feminine articles to get in touch with myself. Doing this same time, she subscribed to the Society for Un-threatened Effeminacy in Males Journal. The articles and real life stories were so interesting and educational. I quickly learned that I was not pleasing my wife like a real man could. I learned how to adapt to the changing role that would enable her utmost happiness. At same time, I would remain in her life as a useful, loving, lesser partner. My mother aided us in transistioning into the wonderful arrangement we currently have. She is rather dominant, like my wife has become, and saw the Un-male approach as a natural and proper lifestyle for me. Mother knew my inadequacy as a man to fully please a full bodied woman like my wife Debra. I found out it was her who suggested Debra get me on the Un-male philosophy. At the same time, she was introducing my wife to real men, black men. Needless to say, once Debra got a taste of the good loving from those black studs, she could never be fully satisfied with my feeble efforts. So she too saw the advantages of the Un-male approach for me also. After all, she told me she did still love me and wanted me around, but she knew it would have to be in an arrangement that would include her different black lovers and studs. The Un-male approach allows my wife to have her cake and eat it too. You see, by becoming an Un- male, I'm not threatened by my new role of a passive obedient husband, and the real men in her life aren't threatened by me either. They don't count me as a man, and to some extent, I know I couldn't compare or compete with them either. So when I prance around them in pretty feminine attire, they see this as my demonstration of respect for their superior manliness and don't feel a need to exert themselves to show their dominant maleness. This makes them feel comfortable as well as I." It was at this point that the other party, the experienced Un-male, talked about the Un-male role and masturbation. "You must read the booklet on HAND SEX For Un-males. Jerking off is natural for me because my wife is so busy with her important job and black lovers, that she doesn't have enough time for normal sex with me. Besides, if she doesn't get much out of it, why should she bother? So you see Jacking off is a very important way for Un-male spouses to relieve normal sexual tension while maintaining the expected faithfulness to our wives. My wife, bless her, often gives me pictures of her and her real men having sex, to jerk off to. She is so thoughtful. I have almost three hundred Polaroids and two videotapes of her in all sorts of activities, including eight gang bangs." Again the other party, who was listening attentively, asked a question. Again the experienced Un-male answered. "Oh yes! It is almost mandatory that everyone who embraces the Un-male philosophy suck their wife's used dripping pussy after a real man has shot off in it. You'll never regret having sucked your wife out after she's been had by several real men, especially black studs. The thick creamy spermy goo is delicious when sucked from a hot hairy fuck hole. From my experience, black men seem to shoot off more than anybody else whose fucked my wife. She only gets fucked by black studs now." The other party asked another question. Again the experienced Un-male answered. "Well, after I started sucking my wife's fully loaded cunt, she insinuated several times that I should consider sucking cock to see if I'd like it. Mother also encouraged me to become a cock sucker too. But still I was very reluctant. I hadn't overcome the phobia and the silly idea that being called a cock sucker was degrading. Both women understood, but continued to inject techniques of how to give good head at every opportunity they could. They were always telling and pointing out what they call `good suckable dicks', to me from the many photos and videos we had. They also got me the Un-male Guide On Mouth to Penis Sex. It includes a video and a booklet written in very clear and logical language. My wife, as well as my mother, are both accomplished sluts and expert cock suckers of black dicks. They went over the material with me at various times. They gave me so many good tips on how to suck and swallow. I was impressed by their many cock sucking stories and could only hold them in higher esteem. The material helped me think of the act of Felattio in a very different and more respected light. It turned out one of the primary thoughts from the material is that as an Un-male, freedom in sexual choice is so natural and shameless. Whether an Un-male sucks a cock or a cunt, it really doesn't matter. The important thing is that he, the Un-male first pleases the person he is sucking, and second derives joy from the act by the mere fact that he was asked or told to do it. I'd watched the tape and re-read the book several times before an opportunity presented itself for me to get up the nerve to suck my first cock. It happened when my wife had one of her out of town lovers stay over one Thursday night. The next day when she left for work, she directed me to take the day off from work and show him the sights as well as cook and take care of his needs. I could see he was very special to my wife. I served him breakfast in bed and drew a bath for him. He had me polish his shoes while he bathed. He was easy to talk to and a good conversationalist. He complimented me several times on the way I looked in my maid's uniform. That made me feel good. When I took it off to drive him to go sightseeing, he persisted that I wear it or something feminine as I chauffeured him. I was reluctant to do so, but he persisted and I did wear one of my wife's pants suits and a wig. I felt silly doing it, but in a strange way, felt good doing it because he wanted me too. Several times we got out the car. I enjoyed being on the arms of this strong tall black man. Back home, as we were sitting on the couch, my wife came up in conversation. He told me what a `good piece of ass she was'. Before thinking, I said `she certainly tasted good this morning' too. I tried to correct myself, but it was too late. He pulled me closer and said he understood. He told me he knew that I was a cunt sucker and that he figured I had tongue douched my wife after he'd fucked her several times last night. `Did I taste good enough that you'd want more?' When I was slow to respond, he kissed me on the mouth and placed my small soft hand on the huge bulge in his pants. The suddenness of his actions and the power of his presence took away any resistance I might've thought about. While his strong tongue probed across my mouth, my hand groped him furiously. I was beside myself with lust for whatever he wanted of me. After he broke the kiss he stood up, dropped his pants to reveal what my wife and mother would've called a very suckable dick. It was so long, and jutted out rigidly. I couldn't help but reach out to finger his enormous black manhood. He next ordered me to my knees and to suck him off. I'll never forget his words: `C'mon you cute pantywaist faggot! Wrap them pretty lips around my joint!' His earthy tone of voice and choice of words excited me. I was so glad I'd read and seen the Un-male video. You see, when a real man calls an Un-male a faggot or some similar name, it's like a mating call. It means they really adore you and desire you greatly to take their jism. And just as mother had told me, when I got ready to suck dick, I would feel right about doing it, and I did. I wanted to be his cock sucker. I recalled all the techniques on the video as I kissed the heated swollen cockhead of his big black organ. I licked his cock all over and lapped his big balls several times before engulfing the shining stretched dick head. He tasted so good. His hot, black, smooth hard meat in my mouth made me feel so contented. I'd mentioned earlier to him that this was my first time. I was very relieved when he softened his tone and told me that he'd guide me along. When he creamed in my mouth I thought I was the luckiest person in the world at that moment, I enjoyed it so much. I sucked him off again later that afternoon. It was his idea to videotape that session for my wife and mother. Later that night we all watched it as I beamed with pride of my accomplishment. While my wife and he went out later that night, mother called her black boyfriend over and invited him to bring some of his horny buddies over for me to practice on. I cooked up some snacks for the get together. Ray, her boyfriend was able to get about six of his buddies over for free head. Of course they not only let me blow them, they also fucked mother several times. After the orgy, and after I'd sucked mother's cunt clean, she handed me a book and told me "As a mother, it's my duty to get my baby ready for when a man wants to try out your ass pussy". The book was the Un-male Guide entitled: Getting Fucked By A Real Man and Loving It." The two sort of begin to notice me, so I smiled and moved to another part of the room. I was browsing through some of the bountiful literature about Un- male success stories, when I overheard two well dressed, in drag of course, Un-male husbands talking. "That was so wonderful of your wife to have us over for dinner. Our husband really enjoyed it all. He and y'all's husband hit it off real well. He's so handsome and built. I bet you're just thrill to have him around?" "Oh yes. He's brought such joy and happiness to our marriage like we've never know before. Rose is getting sex like she's never dreamed of before and I'm just thrilled to see her so happy and contented. Plus I like his take charge style. It's seems so natural for me to do what he tells me to. When I first met him, I sort of resented him being black as well as being so cocky and assertive, but after I got to know him better, it became so obvious that he was the better man and had the right to rule over me, and take control of my place. It's only been two weeks since he's moved in, and I admire him so much. Rose knows now that any resentment or prejudice I initially had has gone away. You see, he and I talk frequently about how I like the taste of Rose's cunt after he or his buddies have fucked her. He and I are getting along so much better than I ever thought. In such a short time too." "Have you sucked his dick yet?" "No. Have you done your husband's yet?" "Oh yes! Several times. I don't know why I didn't become a cocksucker a long time ago. It's so delightful having that big black hard cock of his sliding back and forth over my lips and then having him flood my mouth and throat with his thick hot jism." "You like it better that than eating it out of your wife?" "I like sucking his dick and her sloppy dripping pussy. They're both good. There is a stronger taste to his cum right from his cock, but his dick is so sweet and sucking him out is so delightful and intimate. You must do it sometime if he lets you. After we leave here, Our husband is going to drop Crystal off at his aunt's cat house and take me with him to a poker game. I'm going to be the maid around all those black men. He told me he wants me to suck his buddies dicks if they let me. I hope they will." "You like it that much to do other men too?" "Believe me, after you wrap your pretty lips around his dick head and he creams in your mouth, you won't be able to refuse any black man that offers you his hard-on. C'mon! You've thought about doing it haven't you?" "Well, yes, in a way. You see Rose, has caught me admiring his big manly ebony organ several times as he's walked around the house naked. She knows I'm lying when I tell her I'm not interested in the beauty of his bull size genitals. She's encouraged me several times to ask him if he'd let me milk his cock after they've been fucking. She thinks I'm scared to suck him off and take his full load. She is so thoughtful to want to be there with me when I take his cock in my mouth. I love her so, but I think when I do it, I'd want he and I to be alone." "That's right. There are some things that an Un-male should do alone and then when he's ready. And sucking his first dick is probably one of them." "My wife told me that she thinks it would be so wonderful for me, the great grandson of slave owners, to be a cock sucker for her black lover." "That does seem to have a ring of atonement to it. So do you have any idea when he might let you swing on his meat?" "No, but my mother told me that she thinks he will do it soon." "Your mother?" "Oh! I forgot to mention that Web fucked her the second time he met her. She knew about he and my wife before I did. She fell head over heels in love with him the first time she met him. You see my wife introduced him to mother first and told her that they were having an affair. She wanted mother to know that I wasn't satisfying her. So after going black, she knew she'd never be satisfied with me again. She and mother always did get along well. Mother told her she fully understood, gave her blessings to the two of them, and also recommended Un-male therapy for me, since Rose still cared for me and I very much for her. Mother told the two that she was sure that I would be of some use to them around the house with my all the domestic training she'd taught me. Mother knew my heart would be broken if Rose left me. She knew I'd do almost anything to stay with her, even share her with a black man and be like a servant to them- i.e., given the proper orientation for such a relationship - hence Un-male training. Mother said because she was such a proper lady, she was so embarrassed at her lusty feelings toward Web at first. But when she saw him the second time they were all alone, and she told me that she lost all inhibitions when he touched her. You see my wife set up her for Web. Well anyway, he fucked her in the mouth, cunt and even up her ass that first night. She was his from that moment on. Neither she or Rose or Web told me about her relation with Web until I had some basic Un-male classes and fully accepted Web's superiority to me as a man. After that, it became clear to me that the only logical choice for me, if I wanted to stay in Rose's life, was to adopt the Un-male philosophy and lifestyle and settled into the humble unpretentious role of an Un- male spouse. It was right after Web had moved in with Rose and I, that mother told me that she was whoring for Web too, and loved him as much as Rose. She urged me to respect and adore him for the wonderful man he was. She told me how happy she felt when selling her pussy for Web. I couldn't help but see the ardor and joy that spread across her face as she talked. Because Web had made mother as well as my wife so happy and contented, I couldn't help but have the most sincere respect and praise for him for the man he was. She saw the joyful look on my face and felt to see if I had a hard-on, which I did. She had me suck her cunt and jerk off while I got her off with my tongue. She beamed with pride and moaned delightfully as she told me that the pussy I was sucking had been fucked by over two hundred Johns, all black, in less than two months. `I'm not as pretty or young as Rose, so he hustles me out as discount cunt. When a customer needs some cheap gang bang pussy, that's me. I just love having men standing in line to fuck me.' She told me that just as she started to wrap her legs around my head. Before she locked them around my ears, she also mentioned that she'd just come back from a six man gang bang and didn't have time to wash out her cunt. After telling me that, the hot hairy warm wetness and funky reek of her musky tasting sex that surrounded me was so gratifying, I couldn't hold back as I thought of all the past and most recent big black cocks having been where my mouth was then. I got off so good. I spurted strong. She had an orgasm shortly afterwards. As both our passions settled, she Later told me that she wished that Un-male was around when she was young and married to my late father. She said he'd made a perfect Un-male hubby just like I was becoming. Mother confessed that she'd always secretly dreamed of being a white trash tramp slut and having a handsome black pimp. She also told me that she understood immediately when Rose asked her advice about Web and what to do about me. I hugged mother and told that her how happy I was that she'd been able to realize her dream. With tears in my eyes I told how proud I was that she was my mother. She in turn told me how proud she was of me acting so responsibly and bravely in embracing Un-male to save my marriage." "Oh, I see. But how did she know that Web might want you to suck him off?" "Oh! That. She told me that once when she was milking his cock after they'd fucked, he said that he'd like to have me do the same for him. Mother said she quickly agreed and told him that it was so wonderful of him to think of me as being deserving enough for such an honor. She told me that it would make her so proud if I blew Web and swallowed all his hot cum. She told me the that Rose had let her know that I admired looking at Web's big rod. She let me know that I shouldn't be the least bit shame of having admiration for a beautiful black penis. To show their encouragement, She and my wife gave me a black penis shaped dildo to practice sucking on and several Polaroids of Web's big joint. They included scenes of his big stiff truncheon by itself, in their pretty white sweet mouths, and also stuffed deep in their luscious pussies. On the back of some of the photos, they each wrote loving notes to me. Rose wrote: `To my darling Un-male of a husband, please cherish this image of the love tool of the real man in my life. Think of him as "OUR MAN" and that I want us both to enjoy his tool as his women. Your loving wife, Rose.' Mother wrote: `To my dearest pretty pantywaist son, this is my gift to you, a picture of a man who is a better man than either your father was or you will ever be. Praise him and his beautiful sexual equipment, because he is the better man - a real man. The man I gladly whore for. Your loving mother, Gayle.' At this point, the last husband talking had taken out some of the photos he was talking about and showed them to his friend. As they talked on, more people gathered near by, which forced them to moved to a window, presumably to examine more clearly the pictures of the love tool on which he hoped soon to feast. I mingled with the growing crowd, occasionally conversing here and there with one of the many Un-male hostesses about some of the plentiful literature and publications the organization had available at the gathering. The atmosphere was unhurried. No one pressured you to join. I settled in a big comfortable side chair as I browsed through a book entitled: THE NATURALNESS OF MALES IN LACE. As I read and thumbed through it, two women sat down in a love seat behind me. I don't believed they even noticed that I was nearby. I couldn't help but listen intently as they conversed. =======Clara & Sam -- Norma & Charles======= "Clara I must thank you and Sam again for inviting Charles and I. From what I've seen and the way Charles is taking this all in, I think things may work out okay between us after all." "I think the mere fact that Sam is with him helped a lot." "Oh yes. Charles mentioned that if Sam could be as happy and content with your situation, he had to look into the Un-male thing if it would help our marriage. But I must tell you, I was so surprised to find out you not only were still seeing Kane, but that he was actually living with you two." "That was the real reason why we moved. It gave us all the right environment to adapt to the new roles that were necessary for our unconventional arrangement to bloom and blossom. Kane moved in and became the master of the house, while Sam, without the pressure of peering noisy neighbors, was able to more fully practice the Un-male philosophy and grow into his role of obedient unmanliness." "Was it very difficult for him to accept the fact that Kane was black?" "At first, but after it was apparent that any future with me had to include Kane, as well as his black friends. Sam came around and meekly accepted my terms. That is, Kane was to move in and Sam had to try Un-male training. He started it two days later after agreeing to my ultimatum. In just a week, he thanked me for getting him to go to the Un-male clinic. He told me that it had opened his eyes to a lot of things. He then asked me if he could meet Kane and the three of us talk about the future. I suggested he cook and serve dinner for Kane, and afterwards we could discuss things. But as I hugged him, I reminded him that he should be prepared to do the listening, since Kane would be the real man of the house and giving the orders." "You told him that!" "Sure did. It was better that I prepare him than Kane to have to remind him. Besides, Un-male had also suggested this approach. You see, they get the wives involved in the therapy early in the game. Well anyway, he humbly, but firmly indicated he understood that he would be under Kane's rule and mainly wanted to let him know that, as well as try to find out what the new master of the house expected of him. He looked so sweet as he hung his head as he spoke. It made me feel so good to see my mollycoddled husband humiliated. I wanted to hear more, so I goaded him on. `Have you overcome your prejudice because he's black and has a bigger cock?' I asked him. He turned red in the face, but his answer really pleased me. `It's something I will have to overcome. Not only because you love him and he makes you happy, and I so much want to see you happy, but I realize from the facts, that he's the better man, and that it's ... it's just natural, even ... even right that I accept, respect him, and ... and subordinate myself to him for that.'" "Oh, That was so sweet of him to say." "Norma you just don't know how good I felt at hearing him demean himself. My cunt got all wet and tingly. In fact I had him eat me out right then. To add to my pleasure, I mentioned from time to time while he was noisily sucking up my pussy juices that Kane and two of his buddies had screwed me off and on the previous night. I moaned about how big and hard their beautiful tools were. And how many times they shot off in me." "Clara! You didn't!" "Sure did. It made me feel ecstatic to belittle him. Plus he hadn't had his little prick in my pussy for over six months. All I'd permit him to do was eat me out. And just as the Un-male counselor said would happen, Sam told me sometime later, that it made sucking my cunt a more delightful experience for him too when I talked about the way the real men in my life had pleased me. He confessed that it thrilled him that his oral actions provoked memories of the pleasures they gave, and that he could only approximate with his tongue." "OOOOh! It sounds like that Un-male training really works." "That's the same thing I thought as he spoke. Well after he got me off, I was feeling mellow and saucy. So I felt like taunting him some more. I knew he had a hard-on, so I asked him if he was still true to me. He nodded yes. I then asked if he was jacking off like I wanted him to do when he got hard? You see I told him I wouldn't tolerate him being with another woman if he was still trying to get me back." "Even though you were getting all the black dicks you could in your cunt?" "Of course! You see, he really loves me. Plus I made sure I let him suck my cunt from time to time so he wouldn't forget the taste of me. Norma, If a weak mama's boy like Sam didn't, then the Un-male therapy may not take as well as you might want it to." "Oh, I see." "Well anyway, he's usually sheepish in responding when I talk about him jerking off, but this time he showed less embarrassment. He let me know that his Un-male teachers had made him feel more comfortable about masturbation - the Un-male term is hand sex. Ha! Ha! Those people are really smart in knowing how to brainwash our simpering hubbys." "Hee hee, Hand sex. That is funny Clara." "Well then, where was I? Oh yeah, listen to this. He then told me that he was taught that it was even honorable to do hand sex to demonstrate your love to the special woman in a man's life. He then told me I was that woman for him. To tease him even further, I had him take his hard little weenie out and stroke it for me while I showed him some Polaroids of me sexing it up with Kane and some of his black stud buddies. I made poor Sam stroke so many times for each picture, but told he couldn't come until I told him to. We both were completely nude, but he knew I wasn't going to let him have intercourse, even though my full pussy was right out there in the open to his gaze. He looked so cute all frustrated by wanting to come and yet, desperately trying to hold back because I wanted him to." "Clara! You naughty bitch. You didn't really do that to your hubby did you?" "I sure did honey. I finally let him kneel and jerk off on some newspaper I placed on the floor. But before I gave him the okay, I made him promise that he would taste Kane's cum for me from my cunt the next time we were to fuck, which was that night. He did, and he grew fond of doing it from that time on. In fact, he said it made meeting Kane that much easier. So you remember that when you introduce Reggie, your black stud, to Charles. You still are fooling around with Reggie aren't you?" "Oh, yes. And like you with Kane, all his friends too." "And you called me naughty. Ha! Ha!" "You know Clara, like you, I want to subjugate Charles and make him grovel before me and Reggie. I too think all emasculate and weak white husbands like ours should serve and praise strong black men like we have." "Un-male training should work well on him then. See! There's he and Sam now over there. They're meeting some of the Un-male counselors. Norma, I don't think you've got a thing to worry about. You'll have him right where you want him in no time." "I want to whip his ass too and make him mind me almost like a slave. You think they can train him like that for me?" "I can see you're a bitch after my own heart. Of course they can. In fact, after their basic course graduation, you'll get two high quality English canes for discipline and persuasion training. He, just like Sam, will be no stranger to the sting of a cane." "While we're waiting for them, what happened at their first meeting?" "It went like a charm. He wanted to wear some feminine articles for the occasion, just like the Un- male training tells them. On his own, he picked out a blouse and a pair of my pull on pants. He was almost excited about the occasion as I was. But I convinced that he should demonstrate to Kane that he was indeed serious. I convinced him to wear a serving maid's uniform. It went over so well as he served Kane and I a delicious two course dinner. I purchased a little white porcelain bell to ring him when he was out of the room. He didn't eat with us. Most of the time he stood off to the side insignificantly until he was addressed to remove a plate or bring on another treat. It was so wonderful to have him truckle before my black lover and hear him address him as Mister and say `Yes Sir and No Sir'. At the end of the meal, Kane called Sam - actually, his name is Samantha to Kane - over and told that he was a good cook and servant and expected that and more of him after he moved in. Smiling that this big tall black man had complimented him, Samantha curtsied just like I'd told him. Norma, the evening was wonderful. And later as Kane and I sat on the sofa, I was all curled up around him, he called Samantha before us and let him know that he would have to dress as a woman at all times before him as well as obey us both with out question. I was sucking on Kane's huge dick all the while as kane was dictating to him. I tormented him further by smiling at him. I looked him in the face as I let my tongue snake over and around the enormous black cock. I was so thrilled to see him so humiliated and frustrated. Later Kane had Sam help him both us completely undress. I've never felt so wonderful as having my sweet sensitive husband dressed in drag helping me get naked for my black lover." "Clara that's wild." "But wait, there's more. Just before I sent Sam out to clean up the dinner dishes, I asked him so sweetly to kiss me good night on my wet and ready to be fucked cunt. He was so caught off guard, but he did as Kane looked on with his big stiff rock hard tool at the ready. But to my surprise and elation, Kane wanted the same. Sam looked at Kane's big rigid member, then up at Kane's face and then at me. I smiled a wicked smile and nodded affirmatively to my sweet spouse, who was still on his knees. but to my surprise, he quickly crawled the short distance so his flushed face was before Kane's magnificent dick. he immediate kissed it, not once but several times while saying `Thank you ... SMACK ... sir for being the ... SMACK ... man I could never be to my ... SMACK ... Wife, who's your woman ... SMACK ... now. Please accept this ... SMACK ... humble action as some proof ... SMACK ... of my gratitude to you for .. SMACK ... for your generosity for ... SMACK ... letting me stay in her life ... SMACK ... and be in ... SMACK ... servitude to you both ... SMACK." It made my day Norma to hear my sweetie pie so sincerely say that. He later told me that Un-male had trained them to expect to do that. He said he was so grateful they had. He also told me it got him over the silly fear of there being something wrong with putting his mouth on another man's cock. Especially if that was a superior black man like Kane." "Clara that is so unbelievable but yet so sweet and wonderful for him to do. This organization sounds just like what I need for Charles. I'd just love to see my prissy fussy husband on his knees kissing Reggie's big black dick. It seems they emphasize black superiority. I like that." "Yes they do, and I'm sure my sweet Samantha has let your Charles know something about the joy of being Un-manly and being totally submissive to a strong virile black man - especially if that man is your wife's lover and pimp." "Oh that sounds so yummy. I can feel myself getting juicy just thinking about Charles in a situation like that. But tell me, when did Sam, bring up the idea of moving?" "Well after Kane moved in, Sam and he hit off really well. Sam sucked him off two days later and swallowed his full heavy hot load. He was so thankful to kane for creaming in his mouth. He told me how delicious Kane's hot semen was straight from his dick. He told me that even though it tasted different than when he ate it out of my cunt, he still loved doing that too. He couldn't praise Kane enough from then on. Kane could do no wrong in his eyes. But alas, the neighbors were getting suspicious and noisy about so many black men coming and going from our house. So Sam brought up the idea of moving to a subdivision out in the country. He found out about it through Un- male. We three toured the area. It was just what we needed. There were even symbols on some houses indicating that Un-males lived there. Sam, recognized one Un-male husband from his therapy class pushing a baby buggy. We got out and talked. He was so thrilled to see Sam. He showed us the newest addition to their family. It was a beautiful black baby - his wife's third child from her live in black lover. The Un- male husband's name was Camille. He looked so beautiful in his turn of the century white lacy dress, complete with a wide ornate bonnet. Later Sam told us that Camille and his wife have been married ten years and he's had intercourse with her only once. That was the first night of their honeymoon. He'd told Sam that after that night his lovely wife was seduced by one of the black bell hops and she's never let him have her again that way. Sam said that Camille played the peeking Tom on his wife and the black bellhop in a secluded corner of the hotel basement. He said he meant to surprise them and reveal to his new bride that he was going to divorce her, but when he saw how passionate and wonderful love they made, he was captivated by it all and got a hard- on from watching them. He said he couldn't help from jerking off as he watched his demure shapely young wife give herself wantonly to this black man. This happened three times while they were at the hotel. For one reason or the other, his new wife refused his requests for sex, but crept out each night to meet and have unbridled sex with her black lover. Each time Camille followed her and jerked off. The last night of their stay, his wife surprised Camille when she gave him a videotape and told him to put it in the video player. At the same time she went to the door and let in her black bellhop lover. Dumfounded by the presence of the bellhop, it all became clear when the video showed Camille jacking off behind a shipping crate in the basement while his new bride and the bellhop were fucking. He was told by the bellhop, that the basement was being monitored by a friend of his in hotel security from a hidden camera in the dark basement. After that, the bellhop came to live with them and became the father of the couples first child. Camille had revealed to his wife that he enjoyed seeing her with the black man. His wife said she enjoyed being with him and that the bellhop was certainly more of a real man than Camille was. Camille said he had no quarrel with that and wanted to do what ever pleased his bride. He found out how easily it was to accept and assume what he termed, an unthreatening role, to James', the black bellhop, role as the dominant male, the real man to his wife, in the house. He was satisfied to masturbate as he watched them make love as well as other black men, who were now included in his wife's increasing circle of studs that came by to enjoy her, all with James' approval of course. She enjoyed the diversity so much that she eagerly agreed to hustle for him. Camille ,of course accepted his wife's decision and lost none of his great love for her. He embraced his masculine inferiority fully. At the same time his wife had become more aggressive as her husband became just the opposite. Well any way, that's how we got around to moving. Camille and his slutty wife are very close neighbors of ours. You must come out and meet them sometime. Oh look! Here comes our cutie pies now. Look Norma, Charles is wearing a complimentary see through blouse. Isn't he cute." "He is. You mean they give that to prospective students. From the expensive look of that one, I'd say he's signed up." "Oh I hope so." -----END OF PART 1--- WARNING! 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------------DISCLAIMER STATEMENT-------------- This is a sexually graphic story with adult content. You must be 21 years of age to read. The characters in this sexual fantasy story are imaginary, and are not a representation, in any manner, of any real world person or situation. YOU MUST BE 21 YEARS OF AGE TO READ!!! THE UN-MALE CHRONICLES: PART 2 Author: ES2C Copyright JUNE 2002 Reader, as the two prissy spouses approached, the two couples chatted. Then after a while, Sam and Clara walked off, leaving Norma and Charles behind. Let's listen in. (Norma & Charles alone) ---------------------------- "They do seem so happy ... and I want the same for us." "They sure are honey, and I'm certain we'll be as happy or happier. Are you glad you came?" "Oh Yes. I've learned so much. I ... I also better understand why you couldn't just be happy with me ... and why it's necessary for me to be an Un-male husband if I'm to still be a part of your life. I'm glad I happened to bump into Sam and confided in him about us. Little did I realize that he'd had the same situation and had found a solution. He made me feel so much more comfortable about doing this." "Were the counselors easy to talk too." "Very easy to talk to. They were so understanding. Between them and Sam, they forced me to talk candidly about my inadequacies as a husband and why it was necessary for ... for you to have a ... a ... real man ... like Reggie ... for satisfaction. I ... I don't think that if Sam hadn't been there holding my hand, I ... I would've held up as well as I did." "That's so wonderful of him. But I'm proud of you too dear. I bet you felt better after talking to them about us." "I ... I felt so relieved that they understood that I loved you so much and didn't think I was a fool." "Don't ever think that darling. And I do appreciate your loving me enough to become an Un-male spouse. It's because of that, that I know your love for me is true." "Thanks Norma, I needed to hear you say that. I'll do my best to prove myself to you and ... Reggie. Just as you sort of told me, they said the same thing. That making and keeping him happy is the key to making sure you're happy with me." "Yes darling, that's so right. I couldn't have said it better. You think you're ready to meet Reggie?" "Y-yes I am. When did you have in mind?" "How about now?" "Now?" "Yes dear, I invited him over. He's sitting right over there. See the black man dressed in the blue suit?" Readers, I couldn't help but look over also from my vantage point to see to whom his wife was referring to. After a glance in the general direction she refereed to, I immediately saw the tall handsome well-dressed, well-built black man. He looked like he was on a modeling assignment. That's him?" "Yes honey. That's my darling Reggie. Isn't he nice looking? Wait here, I'll go over and get him." Again from my vantage point, I had a chance to see Norma, Charles' wife in motion. She was indeed a beautiful woman. When she came to Reggie, he got up and they embraced. They looked like such a romantic couple as they returned to where her husband was sitting. There contrasting clothing and skin color added flair to the their appearance. I couldn't see him, but I did hear Charles get up as the dashing smiling couple arrived. "Charles dear, this is Mr. Reggie Andrews, the real man in my life I've told you so much about." "Er, it's good to meet you .. sir." "Likewise. I'm glad we're finally meeting, and on such friendly terms at that. That's a pretty blouse you're wearing, it looks good on you. Do you have any more?" "Thank you sir. I'd forgotten I had it on already. I don't have another ... er... yet that is. This was a free gift from my having attended a trial one day Un-male seminar. Uh, but I will be getting more." "Very good. Get those type that have a lot of lace and ruffles. Are you signed up for the full Un-male therapy?" "Yes sir. I ... I just did tonight." "Good. I told Norma that I thought that would be the only way the three of us could possibly get along in a house together. I had second thoughts about this though." "Charles dear, tell Reggie that you understand your new role well now that he's the man of the house. Tell him how the Un-male training was your idea because you wanted to make sure everything would work out." "Let him talk Norma, do you always put words in his mouth?" "She's right sir, I do understand that my role in the relationship will be defined by you as the man of the house. I will abide by your rules and do as you order me to, to demonstrate that I'm no threat to your superior manhood and that I respect you totally." "That's all right. And you do know you ain't got no claims on her or her pussy no more." "Er, ... Yes sir ... I ... I do. I give up all my conjugal rights to you." "Honey, don't you want to taste me from time to time. Remember what we talked about?" "Norma, why don't you let him speak for his own self. Is he a man or what?" "Well honey are you?" "You ... You are the man Mr. Andrews, I'm not." "Good answer. Norma, he's smart. Now gone and ask me what you started to." "I was wondering if ... if you'd permit me to ... to suck my wife, I ... I'm sorry, I mean your woman's cunt some time. That is ... of course ... maybe after you've finished with her and ... if she feels like letting m-me tongue her out. I-I'd be so grateful." "Ha! Ha! I like you already. I think this may work out after all. Well maybe I will let you suck her sloppy cunt every once in a while, but you've got to be on your best behavior to earn such a privilege. Just remember, you're on probation until you bring home that Un-male certificate, certifying you know your place. Otherwise, Norma and I'll be gone. Won't we baby. You'd leave him if I told you too?" "He knows I will Reggie honey. He knows I need you too much." "Oh! I will work hard to get it Mr.Andrews. And I'll work hard to earn any privileges you let me have. Oh thank you so very much. Thank you sir." Dear readers, Charles' voice sounded choked up as he thanked his wife's black lover and new man of the house, over and over again for letting him be a part of their lives. He sounded so pathetic but yet happy. I overheard his wife giving him a hanky to dry his tears of joy. I next heard Reggie complain about dust on his expensive shoes. Almost as quick, I heard Charles get up and volunteer to wipe them off. I couldn't see the scene directly, but I could see the shadowy image of Charles on his knees stooped over administering to his new master's shoes in the highly polished dark brass panel of a near by building column. I presumed because this was at an Un-male gathering, no one really gave a second look at the white husband on his knees shining the handsome black stud's shoes while the wife, snuggled up close to her black stud, watched him in such a humiliating scene. It was in this position that Charles found himself in when Clara, Kane, and Samantha returned to meet Norma and Reggie. It appeared that the wives and the black studs knew each other. They talked a while and decided to go out for dinner. The novice and senior Un-males waved goodbye to their wives as each strode off, arm-in-arm, with their respective handsome black lovers. Sam and Charles were told by their respective wives they could stay until the gathering was over, but after that, off to home and to bed. Sam was to drop Charles off, since Reggie and Norma took the car. At this point in my investigation of the Un-male Center, I really had seen only happy endings to problems people had. Albeit, the solutions were somewhat unorthodox by common standards. I was just getting ready to circulate, when a tall, over six feet, middle age woman, of muscular proportions, virtually leading a shorter younger, but effeminately dressed man in his early twenties. They took the seats that had been vacated by Sam & Charles. The man wore what I thought was a leisure suit, but on closer examination, it was a woman's pants suit. He wore a pink blouse with ruffles all down the front and heavily accented with lace around the collar and sleeves. His face was made up and his eyes were heavily highlighted with pink eye shadow. His lipstick was a matching color. He also wore open toe low heel women's flats. I noticed that his toenails were a bright pink and nicely accented by the glistening pink stockings he had on. His hair was long, but cut fashionably short, but with a feminine flair. Their conversation led me to stay put. "You like my outfit Mrs. Randle?" "I sure do, You look so pretty, but please call me mother. I don't mind you calling me mother now that your personality is more like that of the type of son-in-law I'm pleased with. How was the flight? Did any men try to get fresh with you?" "Only two, and I was able to reward both of the darlings with a blow job before we landed. My Un-male chaperone fully encouraged me. Oh let me tell you this. Just to show you that the Un-male approach is gaining awareness, after most of the other passengers were sleep, a flight attendant came over to talk to my chaperone and me. She knew I was an Un- male by the necklace pendant I wore. She revealed that she'd seen me giving head to one of the men on the darken aircraft. She complimented me on being so accommodating to the man. She confessed she admired white males like me who didn't have any hang up about their lack of manliness and who were willing to show respect to real men. She said she'd seen the black stud get on with an obvious hard-on. She said she'd planned to get to him but that she had to give first priority to the black pilot and co-pilot, who took turns banging her in the cock pit while the other flew the plane. She then brought up the real reason why she sought me out. Her pussy was full and she'd heard that Un-males also liked to feast on wet creamed up cunts. She offered her hair pie to me if I wanted it. I quickly agreed. `I thought it'd make the rest of the flight more enjoyable for the both of us. With all the fuss over recycling, I'd hate to waste all this good fuck juice if there's someone who'd want it.' She said as she hiked up her skirt and presented me one of the hairiest cunts I'd ever seen. My chaperone kept an eye out for us as I knelt and enjoyed a most delicious in flight meal of funky gooey snatch goo." "My, my you did seem to have an eventful trip. You should write a letter to the Airline complimenting the attendant's thoughtfulness." "I'd plan to." "Everybody is anxious to see the new you." "Carla would've come with me but she and Russ had another engagement. She said you'd understand." "I do. I'm so pleased that Russ has made her so happy as well as her still letting me be a part of her life still. If I'd known then what I know now all this wouldn't been necessary." "Don't fret about it dear. Life is all about making mistakes and learning from them. My daughter is a strong and assertive woman like the other females in our family. When she told you that she'd found you the right job commensurate with your manliness, you had difficulty accepting the truth and adjusting to being her chambermaid. However, the fact that you tried it for a few days, assuming she was going to change her mind, shows the strength and fortitude you had to eventually become what you are now. However, after the proper orientation, you now see the light. We're all very proud of you. The other servants are very glad you're back. Especially since your wife told them that you will still be the lowest ranking servant in the house, and they can all give you orders." "Thanks. I ... I hope you all can forgive my running away. It was so foolish of me reacting the way I did. I just laugh now when I think about it." "It's understandable dear. Just remember, Carla and I know what's best for you." "Yes ma'am, I'll never forget it. know my place now. I'll proudly be a household maid to pay you and her back for all the trouble I've caused. I was at the top of my class in Male maidservant training. I won't run away again. I'm just so happy you had those wonderful black detectives track me down and carry me to the Un- male Country Camp. The twelve weeks of training was just what I needed to help me see the light and to set me straight about the silly misconceptions about macho images and other similar notions I had." "I believe you dear and I'm glad you saw the light. You screwed up once, but now I do believe you're on the right track." "Oh Mrs. ... I mean ... mother, I'm so ashamed of the pain I've caused you and the family. I don't know how to thank you for letting me have my old job back." "You're welcome. And don't forget the pay is the same, minimum wage, less room and board." "Yes ma'am. That's so generous of you. I know it's going to probably take forever to pay you back, but I will work hard to do what I can." "I'm sure you will honey. You should know that your room and board cost more than I'm going to pay you. So you really could never pay it off. But I'll pardon the rest of your debt when I think you've worked hard enough. Don't get me wrong, it's going to be a few years before I let you go." "I understand ma'am." "And by the way, you haven't forgot that Carla will be waiting to go over your demerits you left behind?" "No I haven't. I fully understand that I must be punished when I've done wrong, and I must accept my responsibility to be disciplined by those that are my superiors. By the way, I have a present for you and her. A set of riding crops and oiled English canes. See, they both have your initials burnished in." "That's so thoughtful. They're lovely and very practical gifts. I hope you aren't going to be surprised that I'll want to use mine pretty soon." "No ma'am. I expected you and Carla would want to jump on me right away. I expected and deserve it for all the trouble I've caused you both. I'm ready to accept my punishment. My ass belongs to you and Carla, mother, and I'll never forget that." "That's good dear. It appears Un-male really has changed you. Time will tell. By the way honey, the progress reports I got, and from what you've been telling me, indicate you feel very comfortable around black men now, and know how to be handle their manly needs, with your womanly charms." "Oh yes. Un-male did an excellent job of setting me straight. I realize the foolishness of worrying about being called a cocksucker and a faggot. I don't know what to think now. If I'd just listened to you and accepted the naturalness of what Russ and Baker wanted me to do, I really could've avoided causing a lot of the fuss about them to. But in a way, I'm glad it all happened, because I'd probably not gotten involved with Un-male. I'm so thankful I did. Thanks so much mother for all you've done. Especially for giving them time off to visit me at the camp." "You're welcome of course. I thought a little taste of the hot black meat right here on the estate would remind you of what you've got right at home and what you missed when you ran away." "Oh thank you again mother. The two darlings were so wonderful to me each time they came. They worked their hard-ons off in me so good and gave me all their cum each time they dropped in." "I know dear. They told me everything, including how the Camp had you responsible for maid service to eight black construction workers in one of the Camp's mini dormitories." "That was wonderful training for me having to clean up after them, serve them their meals, and be on call 24 hours for their sexual needs. It was tiring at times, but so delightful to be around such real men." "Baker was really touched by your apology for refusing to suck him off the second time after he mouth raped you, that is before you ran away." "I tried to let him know that I was just ignorant and dumb then. I did like the taste of his hot gooey sperm the first time he made me suck him, but I was too shamed to admit it, even to myself. I can't thank him enough for him exposing me to such a delightful new experience in my life." I continued to listened at the two talked as I made notes on this situation that seem to have a slightly different twist than some of the other stories I'd picked up on. The Mother-in-law and son-in-law sat there until an Un- male official, who turned out to be the chaperone, came out with some papers for both to sign, after which the sissified son-in-law did a deep curtsy to his tough looking woman chaperone and left with his masterful looking Mother-in-law. The Un-male Center was really a beehive of activity. I later found out that the Society was bringing several busloads of trainees from near by training camps, as well as seeking new recruits. Seeking out more input to my story as well as trying to pick up on the stories of others, I continued to roam around the huge garden atrium keeping my ears perked. When I spotted another older woman, younger man, couple in a secluded area of artificial trees. I immediately went in their direction. The young man looked to be in his early twenties and was remarkably fair and attractive in a sissyish sort of way. He wore a beautifully bright floral pattern skirt and coordinating jacket, and a pink sheer see through blouse. His pink colored make up, including lipstick and eye shadow was very light but was definitely noticeable. His hair style was masculine and provided an interesting contrast to the apparent natural softness of his bodily features. His legs were very feminine and shapely and were well accented both by the light pink hosiery and the low heel flats he wore. The nearest seat was farther away than I wanted to be, but it afforded me a good view and reasonable audibility to their conversation. "You're mommie's little baby and you shouldn't be ashamed of that. That's all she meant when the counselor said you were the `cutest mama's boy she'd seen'. Don't be so sensitive. You must learn to accept compliments graciously. Shirley and I only have your best interest at heart. And after all, she's practically your fiancee anyway. I just hope she doesn't change her mind about marrying you after this little stunt of yours." "Me marry her! I've never asked her to marry me. I-I do love her, but we're j-just sort of special friends. Clay is her real boyfriend and lover. `Her real man' is what she calls him." "I know all that, but she's talked to me about marrying you. She's asked me for your hand baby. She wanted to get my okay first and then surprise you. I reassured her you'd make a fine husband. The one thing we both agreed on was Un-male therapy for you prior to the wedding. It would help you adjust more easily to her profession, which in time she'd told you about. She frankly admitted you and Clay seemed to hit it off so well, that there appeared little for Un-male to do to aid you in adapting to him being the dominant male in the house and living under his rule. Oh she did say you had some hang up about him knowing you ate his jism outta her, but she thought you'd soon get over it. And honey she said Clay think you're a most wonderfully efficient housekeeper. Honey that's what Un-male is all about - helping you to adapt and make a situation happier when there are things in that situation that can't be changed, only accepted. And you know what those are. Weren't the speakers and the counselors so perceptive and knowledgeable?" "I'm still not so sure about this Un-male training. Please mother, don't make me go. I went through the introductory one hour seminar because you were going to whip me to death if I didn't agree to go. if I'd know you were going to make me dress like this, I'd taken the extra strapping. I've never come out in the public wearing my punishment dresses before. Please! Please don't sign me up for this. Can we leave? I don't want to be a transvestite." "Hush now! You're going and that's that. Besides, there's a first time for every thing. You do look so pretty. Too pretty for your own good. And anyway, you've seen how many others came dressed in their finery. It's not like you're standing out in the crowd alone. Try to be sensible and mature about this. After all, it's your fault for being where you could get abducted and mugged. You knew you were suppose to come straight home from work, like you usually do and not stray. It's just lucky that those two were spotted by the police when they took you in that old warehouse. It's lucky, that nice policewoman called home to get your zip code. Otherwise, I knew you'd try to hide it from me. I knew right then and there that your Un-male training couldn't wait. Your behavior shows that you need what they have to offer. You just don't know how angry I was at you." "I ... I'm sorry I ..." "Don't say anything! I know you're sorry. That's why I waited to see if you were going to tell me about your little adventure, before I pounced on you. After you lied to me after I gave you two chances to tell me the truth, I knew that I just had to punish you like I did. I know that thrashing hurt. I meant it to. I wanted to make sure you remembered why you got it. You're getting to the place where you need a strong woman like Shirley and a real man like Clay to keep you in line. Besides, remember what Shirley said about you not being ready for marriage until you became Un-male trained?" "I know, I know. But I didn't know she ... she was a prostitute with black Johns and that ... that Clay was her pimp, not just her boyfriend." "You told me you do love her didn't you?" "Uh, yes, but I didn't know that ... that she was white trash and ... and a tramp for black men. And ... And you introduced her to me at that ... a-as a nice girl." "She is dear. So what if she's a whore for black men darling - I'd consider that an honor. You know you love her, and I know you like sucking her dripping wet jism loaded ... "She ... she told you that?" "Of course she did honey. And she said you were a real good pussy sucker too. After all, I taught you how to suck cunt, remember?" "Mother please, don't talk so loud. Someone might overhear you." "Honey there's nothing wrong with you liking the taste of used cunt that's full of a black man's spermy leavings. At this center, Un-males gladly boast of their desire for such a delicacy. Didn't you overhear the Un-male husband in the elevator talking proudly about his new bride of six months turning her hundredth different trick for their `new black husband' and how the taste of her cunt seems to improve each time she gets laid. Couldn't you just see the gleam of pride in his eyes as he talked. And here you are with a ripened fleshpot that's been shot off in by over a thousand different black dicks. I bet there're plenty Un-males around here who'd be green with envy at you for having the chance to have the love of a woman like Shirley, who could share her self with you after she works the streets each night." "Oh mother. She ... she does taste good, but ... but I ... I didn't even know that it was jism I was suc ... sucking ... the first time." "The first time?" "She ... She tricked me. She'd been sprinkling perfume around her ... her self, to cover the smell. I-it was about a month ago that she didn't use the perfume. It was then that I discovered what I'd been eating... ur, doing. After a few moments of tasting her and being able to sniff her fully, I knew what was going one. I ... I got angry. Her explanation was simple. She told me that we both knew I was only good at sucking pussy, not fucking it. I guess I couldn't blame her for saying that. Y-you see, just like you'd told me would happen, I-I tried to have regular intercourse with her before, but it was a dismal failure. S-she so warm a-and wet I-I couldn't hold back long enough to please her. Her pussy was so beautiful and plump and so hairy and well shaped. So, er, just liked you'd taught me, I asked her nicely if I could do her orally. She eagerly agreed and told me that it was so nice for me to treat a lady like that. As I knelt before her parted shapely white thighs and stared into her beautiful hairy crotch, I wanted to tongue her so badly. I ... I guess she reminded me of your beautiful pussy." "Why thank you honey. That's so nice of you to say such a nice thing about mommie. But go on, tell me more." "Well, we both enjoyed this way so much better, that's all we did from then on. She'd be was nice enough to jerk me off after I'd eaten her out, or else she'd have me do it myself as I knelt in front of her. I didn't feel any shame about doing that in ... in front of her. She was so understanding." "She is darling. She'd be a fine wife for you. But don't stop, tell me more of what happened after you got angry, cutie pie." "Oh mother, I wish you wouldn't call me that." "Why not dear, you are you know. I always thought you should've been a girl. But go ahead with what you were going to say." "Where was I ... Oh yes. She also told me I was an excellent cunt sucker too, and how she enjoyed me mouthing her. Even though I was still angry at being tricked by her, I enjoyed hearing her say that. She went on to say that after a girlfriend told her how much better it was to have her loaded cunt sucked, she decided to try it on me. She said she thought of the perfume it at the last minute. She even told me of how she used a pussy plug to keep Clay's jism in her for me and how she pretended to use a basting bulb to fill her cunt with the imaginary secret juice she claimed to be filling herself with. She said once she felt the juices being pulled out of her by my sucking mouth, she knew that she didn't want it any other way. She then told me that I knew she was having sex regularly with Clay - which I did - and that he and I seem to hit it off so well whenever the three of us were together that she wanted us to be even closer. `What would be a better way than for me to bring to our love making, some of the result of the wonderful love making he and I had shared. He doesn't suck pussy darling, so it had to be you that was the eater.' It was strange, but the way she expressed her self seem to extinguish my anger. I couldn't dispute her logic. We talked for a long while about this. She let me know that she loved us both, but in different ways. `He's my stud, my real man and you, well you're my sweetie and good to have around. I want you around darling to be sweet to me like you've been." What she said deflated my feeling about me thinking I had an edge on winning her over Clay, but being realistic I knew that I too wanted to be around her too, and ... and if I had to, I guess I knew I'd do almost anything for her to grant me that privilege. She told me that Clay thought a lot of me because I didn't appear to show any prejudice because he was black. She also said he didn't feel threatened of me when he saw me at her place doing her laundry or cleaning up her apartment. She told me he didn't really suspect or know she and I were having sex. She told me she also thought it was nice of me not to be critical of her dating a black man. I told her I thought a lot of her and wished I could be more of a man to her than I was. `You can be darling. You can be the man I want you to be by coming over here and finish what you started.' Startled by what she said, I looked at her questioningly as she sat back and opened her thighs invitingly. She'd revealed that she'd been holding her pussy lips so as not to lose any more of the cum in her. She told me she knew I liked the taste of Clay's cum. `C'mon you know you want it honey. C'mon and do me.' I did want her. Her beauty as she sat there in that position, made me hard. As I knelt before her and drew closer to her musky bush, I asked if she forgot the perfume. `No darling, I stopped using the perfume, because I wanted you to know and taste the full natural flavor and aroma of me after I've had sex with a real men.' She had the strangest look in her eyes as she spoke and then grabbed the back of my head with her free hand and pulled my face into her warm hairy wet slick odorous smelling snatch. The smell was strong, but like she said I would, I quickly got use to it and concentrated on the savory taste of her warm soft hairy flesh. It did taste even more flavorful than with the perfume present. I must've lapped and sucked on her for over a half-hour. She got off with a most rousing orgasm. She was tastier than I ever would've thought. She was so pleased at my efforts. So was I mother. Every time I get her off like that I feel like I've really done something." "You did honey. You should feel proud of yourself. Tell me what happened next in your relationship?" "Well, I continued to have oral sex with her, the way she wanted. I not only got use to the gamy smell of her used cunt, but even excited by it as I inhaled the smell of her deeply as she opened her legs and I pressed my face to her reeking love nest. She even sat on my face several times working her cunt all over my mouth. She really liked doing that. I ... I just had no idea she was messing around with so many men. I thought it only Clay." "Honey I keep telling you that's not important. What's important is that you love her and you liked what you were being fed sweetie. Did you feel closer to Shirley and Clay?" "Uh, yes I did. I had a sort of hard time looking him in the face when we talked. I kept wondering all the time if he knew about me eating his cum, but I trusted her that she kept her word." "You felt shame of him knowing you liked eating his peter cream didn't you sweetie?" "Oh Yes. I was so embarrassed, but ... but yet I ... I did like him a great deal. I found him to be a nice guy. I told Shirley one day I felt guilty about what was going on behind Clay's back. She suggested we tell him so it'd all be in the open and there'd be no more guilt and the three of us would be three happy friends enjoying each others friendship, companionship, and love." "Well, what happened? Did you or her tell him?" "No, I got cold feet. I was still worried about my self esteem as a man. She said she'd let me make the decision. Well as you know, two days later I was still pondering this when I was over at the magazine shop on Dugan Avenue and I saw Clay letting Shirley out to work the corner. I didn't know that area was a red light district. It .. was right after she drove off in a car with four big black men that these two men came up behind me as I was getting in the car. They forced me to drive to ... to the warehouse." Instead of spying on people, you should've been bringing your cute little self home like you were suppose to. The policewoman said the muggers seem to have other things in mind other than robbery. Were they trying to molest my baby? That's why I checked your bottom, they didn't rape you did they?" "No! ... No ma'am. They just threatened me if I didn't give them all my money." "That's good, I didn't want them to take your cherry, you should save that for the real man you want to take you sweetie." "Please mother! Don't say things like that. You know it upsets me." "Watch your tone of voice cutie pie. That's another reason why I spanked you so hard dear, I didn't like your attitude about all this." "I ... I apologize mother. I didn't mean to speak roughly, but I'm 25 years old. Do I have to ask your permission still just to stop off at a magazine shop on the way home?" "Yes baby you do. Don't you worry, mommie will tell you when you're old enough not to ask. And that was a smut store anyway. You shouldn't have been in that part of town anyway and especially not without permission from me. You were suppose to come straight home from work. You were disobedient and that's that. By the way, how's your bottom? Does it still sting?" "It still ache mother. I still don't know why you gave me such a thrashing. I ... I just forgot to call." "The truth is you didn't want me to know about those girlie magazines you bought. And if you don't watch your tone of voice, I'll give you a little touch of what you got earlier right here. I brought my favorite little strap just in case you got unruly. Do you want me to use it?" "Oh no! Please, no ma'am. I'm sorry if I said something in the wrong way." "That's better. Remember your place, understand?" "Yes ma'am. I ... I will." "Look, here comes Shirley and Clay, look she's got on her street clothes. Doesn't she look so attractive in that micro mini dear? I bet she gets all the tricks she can handle." "Hi Paula. I'm so glad you called me. Is our baby okay?. Are you all right Leslie honey? Did they rough you up?" "I .. I'm okay. I was just a little scared." ===== As a reader of this report I'm sure you find this turn of events just as interesting as others I've written about in these pages. It was so interesting to essentially meet all the key players currently in this Un-males current primary circle of acquaintances. I continued to listen as Shirley, the white trash whore, sought to question and find out how Leslie, her lesser lover was and admonished him for spying on her as well as putting his cute self in danger. Clay also jumped in and rebuked the cringing Leslie about spying on Shirley and being naughty and not `minding his mama'. Clay stood over the smaller pale mollycoddled pampered Leslie. His booming voice added to Leslie's humiliation as the three literally surrounded him - Clay in front and Shirley and his mother on either side of him as he sat flushed and almost on the verge of tears. He seemed to be constantly apologizing to first one then the other in the group. The next time the three went around the circle with their further reprimands and chiding him for his actions, his sniffles and tears could be heard as well as seen by me. Clay escorted the flustered teary eyed Un-male nominee to the door of a nearby `powder rooms' for Un-males. The Center had rest rooms for men and women also. The two women remained and talked. "Thanks so much for coming down Shirley. The counselors says if they keep him for a few days, she can almost guarantee him coming around to our way of thinking completely. After she questioned him and ran him through some basic psychological tests. She told me a lot of what I already knew. She first complimented on the excellent home training I'd provided him, making him have respect for female superiority, as well as that of looking up to black men as examples of superior manliness. I was tickled pink at her comments. It's so hard for a mother to raise their children the right way these days. But let me tell you what you want to hear. He does love you madly and he respects Clay a great deal. The counselor says she thinks he looks up to Clay as a superior authority figure - the best kind of attitude she added - and under the right circumstances will probably do whatever it takes to please you or Clay." "What did she say about him finding out about my hustling having an effect on his training and our relation.?" "Oh here she come now, let her tell you." "Ms. Strong, please meet my hopeful son's fiancee, Shirley. The handsome black stud over there waiting on Leslie to come out of the powder room is Clay, soon to be the real man in his life." as Ms. Strong the counselor joined the two women, their voices became somewhat lower, but I was able to pick up enough to determine what they were discussing. The counselor had evidently seen Shirley and Clay arrive. She saw Leslie go to the powder room and quickly arranged for two of the Un-males in her office to meet him there and pretend they were they were envious of him and wish they could be in his place to have the opportunity, in her words "to suck such handsome black cock and sweet pretty slutty cunt." The three women sort of giggled after that. They had a much more serious conversation after that. I didn't hear everything they said, but it appeared that the counselor wanted Clay and Leslie to spend some time together. She was going to arrange them to have a place, while she pretended to talk with the two women. I clearly picked up her telling Shirley to tell Clay that he should openly exhibit his genitals while they're alone. "Tell Clay to gently, but firmly, encourage Leslie to handle and caress Clay's penis. Have him constantly remind Leslie that because he's so cute and attractively dressed, that he made him get a hard-on. Our thinking is that if Clay can do this, Leslie's latent feminine inclinations and acquired taste for hot semen, combined with Clay's persistent encouragement and reassurance that he, as the superior authority figure has respect for him because he likes and has eaten several loads of jism from your cunt, will lead to your son, Ms. Baxter, and your Un-male fiance Shirley, sucking his first cock and swallowing a nice hot load tonight. If this does happen, he will be more amenable to willingly coming back to Un-male and going ahead willingly with the marriage you both desire for him. If for some reason this little ploy doesn't work out, I'd recommend we keep him overnight to start his therapy." "So Ms. Strong you're saying that he's been able to accept me for what I am, but has been concerned what Clay thinks about him for enjoying eating me out?." "Exactly. His natural guilt for being inferior to black males caused him to almost forgive you as soon as he determined what you were doing on the corner and saw you get in the car with your four black tricks this afternoon. I must add Shirley that because he was able to see the whole scene this afternoon, his doing so ended up as a nurturing experience for his transition into a new lifestyle with you." "How's that?" "He told me in the counseling session, when we were alone, that he saw the black studs gather around and feel and grope you while Clay appeared to be showing you off and encouraging them to inspect the `merchandise'. When he saw you also urging the group of horny men on by guiding their hands to your exposed bosom and fondling their crotches, he didn't exactly say so, but he implied strongly, you must liked doing what you do, and that, and as a result, he was required to accept this if he loved you." "Our baby is so sweet isn't he?" "He sure is Shirley. He'll make you a fine Un-male spouse. One that both You and the men in your life will enjoy. But the real credit has got to go to you Ms. Baxter for recognizing what your son needed early and raising such a sweet sissified son with all the proper training. He wears women's clothes so naturally. Again you've done an outstanding job. Er, here they come Shirley. You take Clay off to the side and tell him our plan, while Ms. Baxter and I distract Leslie. When you bring Clay over, then I'll take he and Leslie to a group of special waiting rooms that are designed for privacy and just the purpose we have in mind. Of course we'll be able to watch the action on a monitor in my office. Okay, everybody ready?" It was at this point that Ms. Strong's plan was put into action. The unsuspecting Leslie was led off. Clay had a supportive arm around transvestited Leslie, who didn't seem to mind the strong black man's presence. Shirley and Paula, his mother remained where they were. I could barely hear their conversation due to the rising noise level in the atrium due to the growing number of people coming and going. "He does look so pretty all dressed up and with Clay holding his arm. He doesn't seem to mind Clay doing that either." "No Paula he doesn't, and just look at that subtle womanly twitch he has as he walks. Thanks for giving me his hand in marriage Paula. I'm going to really enjoy having him married to me." "Did Clay have any questions about Ms. Strong's little plot?" "Oh no! He was all for it. He told me he adores Leslie all dressed up like this and would even try to kiss Leslie's pretty lips if our baby will let him." "I hope they do, that would be so sweet to see." "Clay is sweet like that. He doesn't have any hang ups about treating cute sissies and fags like a women and being a man to them." "And that reminds me. I'm so thankful those thugs didn't get his cherry. I inspected him while I held him down and whipped him last night. I'm sure a little bit longer and they might've abused him. that's why I was so severe with him." "And rightfully so. Clay has been looking forward to being the first to break our baby in and bust his nuts deep in him. Clay told me from the first day he saw him that Leslie was built for fucking." "And as a mother, I'm tickled pink that a real man like Clay wants to do the honors. Er, is that Ms. strong coming there?" "It is." "Ms. Baxter, Shirley, they're situated. We can go up to my office and watch the show. We'll watch them a couple of hours before we determine if our strategy has a chance of working. By the way, the two Un-males on our staff who I sent to meet Leslie in the powder room, told me he ate up the praise they gave him about being so lucky. When one of the Un-males said that he bet Shirley had been laid only a few hundred times cause she didn't look like she'd been a whore long, Leslie proudly told the two that `She's been screwed by over a thousand different black studs'. He told them that you were his fiancee and had planned to be wedded in June. They said he gladly told them how delicious your seasoned pussy was." "Oh that makes me feel so good Ms. Strong." "There's more Shirley. When my two plants inquired about how well Clay was hung, he once again beamed with pride as he described Clay's ebony love tool. When one of the staffers asked him did his fiancee's stud let him suck it often. He sheepishly admitted, that he hadn't done it yet. The two chided him for not having done so and told him that they couldn't believe he'd not done so. Other Un-males in the powder room did the same, which increased the intensity of peer shame on Leslie. Someone even gave him one of our quick guide phamplets on MOUTH TO PENIS TECHNIQUES FOR Un-males, before my two staffers could get their's out of their purses. So I feel very positive about sending them to see him and what could happen tonight. Come ladies, lets go to my office. I've ordered some sandwiches for us." The three women walked away toward Ms. Strong's office. I discreetly followed them so that maybe later in the evening I could glean how matters turned out. When they reached her offices I camped outside at a location that I could see anyone coming or leaving. I braced myself for at least a two hours wait - the time that Ms. Strong was going to allow for Leslie to make his move. ===END: THE UN-MALE CHRONICLES:PART 2=== TO BE CONTINUED - LOOK FOR PART 3

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright September 2004 By C.D.E. & Es2c, ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(Cuckold, Humil, MC, M+/F, Male Fem, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom, MDom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Title: Dr. Judy: The Case File of Mark & Millie - (Part 4) Authors: C.D.E. & Es2c AUTHORS NOTES: C.D.E.: Es2c and I have finally collaborated on a tale. This saga of Dr. Judy's (a new character for both myself & Es2c) involves her encounter with Mark & Millie. The story seeks to combine themes from my "Family Bonding" & "Mother Debbie" series, and Es2c's "The Group". Es2c: First. I must say it is a pleasure for me to finally work collaboratively with C.D.E. on developing a story that seeks to meld themes from both our fantasy interests. NOTE: This story is not designed to be a quick read, but rather to bring out subtle nuances of wry erotic humiliations experienced by the main character of focus - "Mark". Our goal was to purposely fill this tale with prose that would titillate those who are into mild FemDom and forced male feminization, and of course, cuckoldry themes. ENJOY! Works of both authors can be found at www.asstr.org, look under authors (free site). Abstract: Mark and Millie, who are engaged, are having relationship problems. They are seeking the professional help of Dr. Judy, a Relationship Counselor, in an attempt to resolve their differences. Differences that Mark believed to be un-resolvable, that is, until he came under the counsel of Dr. Judy and was subjected to her unusual therapies. CAST: Mark - Fiance/Husband Millie - Fiancee/Wife Dr. Judy - Relationship Counselor PART 4: Chapter 1: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY -"WIMPISM" Dear Diary The session I had yesterday with Dr. Judy was another milestone in my relationship building with Millie. Millie was also a part of this session, even though I didn't know she was suppose to be in attendance. So that I don't get ahead of myself or forget the facts, I'll start from the beginning after I arrived at Dr. Judy's office. "How are you today Mark?" Dr. Judy asked me upon entering the waiting room. "Fine, Dr. Judy." I replied. "Good. Now Mark, this session is going to be another significant one in regard to the further successful development of a strong relationship between you and Millie. In today's session, we're going to explore the concept of wimpism and why it's important for you to not only continue to be the wimp you are, but to be stronger at it, as well as not shying away from admitting you're one or feeling any shame about it also. In fact I'll want you to boast about it." "W-Wimpism? B-Boast about it? Dr. J-Judy, p-please, It's bad enough I-I've had to admit being a pantywaist a-and to wear panties for Millie, b-but is it-it necessary for me to..." I stammered as I replied and stumbled with my words before Dr. Judy cut me off. "It is most necessary for you to not be shy about the fact that you are a wimp. Remember that your strong point in this relationship is being weak and showing Millie that you're not insecure with that. Okay?" "I-I know we've discussed this before Dr. Judy, a-and I know that I-I'm not as assertive as some men, b-but I-I don't see w-why I have to boast about the fact t-that I-I don't have a-an aggressive or assertive personality." "Mark, there you go again falling back into that same old trap of faulty logic and denial. Mark, you forget. You're not that much of a man, you're a wimp. You have to accept that. Now look me in my eyes and answer the following questions. Does a wimpy male wear panties?" I knew Dr. Judy had trapped me with her very first question. I sat silent and hung my head. She answered her question for me. "So you're slow to answer huh, well the answer is yes, which you do, that is wear panties. And by the way, your mother told me you should be wearing lavender ones with pink lace trim today. I'll check on that later when I have you show them to me. However, let us move on to the next question. Speaking of your wonderful mom, do you admit to being a mama's boy?" Again Diary, I parted my lips to reply, but decided not to, as I knew it was hopeless not to play into Dr. Judy's hands in regard to me being a wimp. "So again, you can't answer an obvious question. Yes, you are a mama's boy and a very good one at that. You should not be ashamed to admit that in any way. Now, here`s another question for you. Does a wimpy male suck his mother's pussy and especially so when it's full of another man's semen?" Again Diary, I sat silent and stared at the floor, knowing full well that Dr. Judy was intent on getting her point across while beating me mentally down. She was succeeding, but I didn't want to let her see my red blushing face to know she was doing so. Dr. Judy again answered her own question in the affirmative as well as several others. There were two dealing with me watching mother get fucked by her new black boyfriend and me having to lick and suck her pussy clean between their fuck sessions. Dr. Judy also targeted me admitting to Millie how good I found her fucked gash and how it was obvious I relish sucking her out now that I know it's other men's sperm she's feeding me. Diary, as you can see, Dr. Judy was taking liberty with the facts and twisting things around. But nevertheless, there was little I could say in response. There was so much truth in all she was saying, even though I was adverse to how she was saying, what she did say. "Mark, I hope you see in all I've said here is that you're not a real man, and you should not be offended in any way because of it. I can tell by the look on your face that you're distraught or saddened by my words. You shouldn't be, because you're a wimp and a pantywaist, and should be proud of it because that's what Millie sees you as and wants you to be. To be otherwise would displease her and I know you love her too much to dissatisfy her. Am I right?" "Y-You're right Dr. Judy, b-but I-I'm hoping t-that after we're married and she g-gets more settled that I-I can be m-more to her than j-just a wimp." I replied, trying to control my nervousness. "And Mark, there is nothing wrong with that. However, for now, you have to be steadfast in being a wimp to insure you make her your wife first. Therefore, I'll continue to treat and train you such that you'll be a good wimp and pantywaist husband for Millie. Understand?" Diary, it was so paradoxical, but I could not fault what Dr. Judy said. Therefore I nodded that I was in agreement with her reasoning. "Good! Now Mark, being the wimp you are, you respect the authority of those that demand it from you. To your credit, you're a natural doormat. However, to be sure that you don't waiver in this regard, you, as all wimps, must be periodically reminded of their subordinate place. That's why I've prescribed monthly whippings for you. "Additionally, wimps should wear on their person a constant reminder that they are not insecure in being less than manly. Hence, your wearing frilly feminine panties. By the way, I'm going to prescribe a few more additions to your underwear attire to further bolster your feelings of security as a proud wimp." "M-More women's u-underwear?" I blurted out. "Yes, just a garter belt, stockings and maybe a nice set of lacy camisoles to match your panties and garter belts, that's all. They'll compliment your wearing panties quite well." "P-Please Dr. Judy. P-Please don't have me w-wearing..." "And your saying just what you're saying, is another important characteristic of you being a wimp Mark. You see, wimps often say one thing, but their mental and physical makeup really is saying something completely different." "T-They do?" "Yes they do. As an example, answer this question. I know you were upset at Millie for having been promiscuous and feeding you her other men's semen when she had you suck her fucked pussy. But can you truthfully say you were angry with her for doing this? For if you were truly angry, you wouldn't have forgiven her, no matter what your mother and I did, nor would you have gone back to slurping up the slimy spend from the same men that were fucking her before. See my point?" "B-But Dr. Judy, y-you all w-whipped me a-and p-put this c-cock lock device on..." I replied before she cut me off. "Mark, a real man would've continued to resist. It would've been just too much against his nature to do what you've done to date. But as the wimp you are, sure you have complained and protested somewhat, but for the most part you've accepted what has been imposed on you because you know it's what you and your mental makeup needs. In most cases, wimps don't know what they need until others in authority impose it on them. Then they adapt rather well. You're no exception. You've adapted to wearing cute panties. You've accepted that your new bride needs real men to satisfy her in a way you can't. You've adapted to having your cock and balls under lock and key and to be under supervised masturbation - both before and after your genitals were in the chastity device. Additionally, you've accepted that you will need to suck her used pussy for your contribution to her sexual satisfaction. We all know you delight in oral clean up of Millie after she's been fucked. Otherwise why did you come in your pants while eating her out? By the way, your mother was so proud that you came in your shorts while eating out her black stud's jism cream too. Mark, need I say more about what a wimp says is not a true indication of what he really needs?" Diary, I was so flabbergasted at her reply, I just shook my head from side to side to avoid any further examples of how my behavior fit her profile of being a wimp. In retrospect, the mere fact I did not challenge her further, in my own mind, seem to validate her assessment of me as a true wimp. Diary, what happened next caught me completely off guard. "Mark, stand up and take all your clothes off, except for your panties." Diary, I know I looked like a deer in a car's headlights. But when Dr. Judy repeated her request, more like an order, with a sterner more authoritative tone, I did as I was told. While I was undressing, Dr. Judy left the room and returned with a large garment bag. "Your mother was correct. The combination of such soft feminine colors such as lavender and pink, especially that exquisite lace, really looks good on you Mark." Dr. Judy said upon returning and seeing me standing in the middle of room in only the panties mother had picked out for me that morning. I really hated that mother had to call Dr. Judy and tell her what color and style panties I wore each day. "Now Mark, slip those lovely panties just down below your cheeks and bend over this table. I want to check for any tell-tale signs from your last whipping." Again I did, as Dr. Judy desired, not thinking in the least. After all she was the doctor. Additionally, she had obvious authority over me too. "Good! You're well healed." Was all she said before I got the wake up call that was to usher in a new day for me as being a wimp. "WHAP!" "OUUUUCCH!" I screamed in surprise after realizing that Dr. Judy had lashed me with one of her whips. As I snapped my head around to see what had happened, I immediately saw that it was one of her feared three thong knotted dog whips. "W-WHAT WAS T-THAT FOR!" I howled out as I rubbed my tender bottom and felt the rise of three rows of welts on my fleshy ass cheeks. "You don't have to worry, there won't be anymore of those unless you want some more. You see Mark, I'm going to be demanding you to do some things today in our session. That little tap on your bottom was just to establish a reference point for you and whether you'll need any further positive pain reinforcement to do what is expected of you." "O-Oh no! I-I'll do what you ask!" I responded quickly in a clear and loud manner so that Dr. Judy clearly understood I had no plans to disobey her, even though I didn't know what was going to be asked of me. I guess at the time, my first concern was not to receive any more lashes. Diary, as you know, I don't handle pain well. My thought at that very moment was that maybe I was a wimp in that regard. Dr. Judy seemed to have been reading my mind as she spoke. "Good! Spoken like a true wimp. I thought I could count on you. But if you need any further reinforcement, I'll have it handy." She said looking at and stroking the awesome instrument of pain. "Now Mark, I'm not going to put any ointment on your little discomfort on your rear. The sensation there will be a constant reminder that you've promised to be a good wimp for me today." Said Dr. Judy as she began to zip open the large garment bag she'd brought into the room with her. I was a bit offended by her constant use of the word "wimp", but I knew better than to protest in any manner. "Aren't these simply gorgeous?" Dr. Judy was holding up a very frilly set of matching lace adorned garter belt and camisole. They were both pink and lavender. It was almost as if the panties I was wearing was part of the set. Stunned, conspiracy between her and mother immediately flashed in my mind. Dr. Judy directed me to put on the additional feminine apparel. The lingering burning sensation from the whip was a powerful deterrent to any objections I ordinarily would've had. I meekly took the two delicate items and put them on with her guidance. "My you look so sweet and effeminate, just the way you should look to boast of your pride and lack of insecurity at being a pantywaist wimp. However, there is something missing and guess what, here they are Mark." Dr. Judy said with a tone of drama in her voice as she pulled a pair of sheer bright pink stocking from the garment bag. To my chagrin, the sexy gaudy nylons even seem to have a slight shimmer to them too, which made them stand out even more. I'd never put on nylons before. Dr. Judy watched me closely to be sure I didn't snag or tear them. I was surprised they went on so easily. "You look lovely Mark." She said as I stood before the mirror encased in a complete set of women's very lacy pink and lavender sexy undies. Dr. Judy thought I needed some additional adornment, so she produced a makeup kit and had me put my hands out to her. The thought of wearing makeup caused me to be very vocal with her as I withdrew my hands behind my back. "Mark there is nothing to fear but fear itself. A splash of color will adorn your pretty undergarments so well. Now you don't want me to give you some more encouragement with the whip and run the risk of possibly damaging some of that beautiful apparel you're wearing, do you?" "P-Please Dr. Judy. I-I d-don't think I-I'm ready for nail polish. P-Please can w-we wait until..." "No Mark, we can't wait. Don't be such a scardy-cat. Be courageous. Besides, I think you're ready and that's what counts, okay?" "P-Please Dr. Judy, I-I know y-you know what's best, b-but nail polish w-will make me l-look so..." "So pretty, that's all it will do. Now if you don't present your hands to me, maybe you're telling me you need a bit stronger encouragement." At that point, Dr. Judy fingered the remote hanging around her neck, as she withdrew it from inside her blouse. At that moment, all the sensations I'd ever felt before due to that hellish device I was being forced to wear, came back into my memory. I knew I didn't want anymore memories from it. Without another word and almost without thought, I quickly drew my hands from behind my back and spread them fully open before Dr. Judy, as I meekly hung my head. Her action clearly reminded me I was not my own person, but one who was at the person of others who had power and control over me. "That's better, much better. Remember Mark, compliance is so much better than confrontation for you, okay?" "Y-Y-Yes ma'am." I replied sheepishly, still hanging my head down averting her eyes. It was here that Dr. Judy went out and returned with a piping hot cup of the same herbal tea she had me drink on previous occasions. Before and as now, the soothing tea did make it easier to swallow my humiliation, so to speak. In a short while, I began to feel a bit mellow and more accommodating to what Dr. Judy was demanding, and well, forcing upon me. The bright pink polish that was spread on my nails really did compliment the color of the women's undies I wore. The name of the lipstick shade was Passionate Pink. With the completion of my nails, I felt more feminized than ever before. A strange sensation flowed over me as I realized just how feminine I looked as I glanced over at a nearby floor length mirror I hadn't really noticed before. To make matters worse, Dr. Judy decided that my toenails were also to be painted too. That required me to take off the nylons I wore. I again wanted to object and refuse, but the look on her face and my recalling of what she'd told me earlier concerning compliance, caused me to passively abide by her wishes. After my toenail were finished and dried, I had to delicately put the nylons back on. To my surprise, Dr. Judy presented me with a pair of open toe bedroom slippers with pink furry fake fur on then. I think they're called "mules". And if that wasn't bad enough, she next opened a jewelry box and produced a 3 strand pearl choker and matching earrings and bracelet. I gasped at the sight of the pearl jewelry. Not because of the beauty of them, but the obvious effeminate implications of them. There is nothing masculine about pearls. Again, I felt an urge to attempt to resist, but somewhere within me, a voice came back and told me it was useless to fight back. There was more jewelry. A pearl ring for each hand. To balance out the three strand pearl bracelet on one arm, she added a very effeminate ornate watch to my other arm. It had a strap composed of three pearl strands and the watch face was tri-color gold, which drew much attention by its glimmer. Dr. Judy had truly feminized me. I also have to say, to my chagrin, I had to admit that I didn't look half bad in drag either. As Dr. Judy had me stand before the mirror, it was easy to see that my hips and legs, which I worried were a bit feminine anyway, were well complimented by what I was being made to wear. Dr. Judy also brought up these same physical characteristics of mine and added that she wasn't going to do a thing with my eyebrows this time. "Mark, your eyebrows are just naturally arched and pretty, which gives you a naturally girlish look, and especially so with the glossy lip color and that delightfully stunning choker." After Dr. Judy was satisfied that she had me looking the way she desired, she was about to lead me to another part of her office complex. "B-But Dr. Judy, surely I-I'm going to have to wear a medical gown or robe or something. I-I can't go out dressed only this way." I spurted out to her. After all, I was only wearing a lacy camisole, garter belt, sheer panties, nylons, and of course, the pink fuzzy slippers. "Well, maybe a robe is in order. I guess you don't want to be flaunting your charms so wantonly." She said smiling and with a slight, but very unprofessional giggle in her voice. She stepped back to a closet in the room we were about to leave. The sound of hangers being slid back and forth on a closet rod could be heard before I saw her pull out a pink dressing robe that was heavily trimmed in large scalloped white lace. The material was so sheer, you could read a newspaper through it. It was beautiful, as sexy robes go, but it wasn't the kind of medical gown I had in mind. As I began to express my surprise and apparent displeasure, which formed, on my face, Dr. Judy cut me off even before I could speak. "Don't say a thing Mark. You wanted a robe. I'm giving you a robe, so put it on and not a word from you about it. Okay?" She said sternly as she again fingered the plastic control around hanging around her neck. I meekly accepted the robe and put it on without saying a word. I knew what best for me. The robe was a generous fit and for some reason, I clutched the fronts of the robe to keep it together, like it would make a difference, since it was so sheer. What I was wearing underneath would be no secret to anyone seeing me. Dr. Judy led me out of the room, past some of her staff, who snickered and chuckled openly at me. I was so embarrassed and my face became flushed. We continued on and went down to a sort of basement area where there were several rooms. It seemed rather like a tomb in this area since it was so quiet. Dr. Judy let me know that section of the building was heavily sound insulated for her therapy sessions that may require some vocal expressions from her patients, which shouldn't be heard by outsider. I remembered that the room in which I got my first whipping apparently was heavily insulated also. "Mark, if you remember, I wanted you to accompany and be present with Millie when she's having sex with her real men. So in order to jump start that process, I've taken the liberty, along with Millie's cooperation of course, of helping you get over the first time of you doing this as well as, in a matter of speaking, breaking the ice with her other men, her real men." Dr. Judy said to me as she unlocked the blue metal door and literally pushed me into the room behind the door. BEHIND THE BLUE DOOR: Diary, as my eyes adjusted to slightly dimmer lights, Millie, who was on a large bed with four men, greeted me. She and them were totally nude. Two of the men were Black. The other two were white and Hispanic respectively. Their big hands were all over Millie's tits and cunt. All had rather large penises, which seemed either erect or semi- erect. I couldn't help but be intimidated by such a combined display of masculine endowment. Diary, to say I was shocked and in awe of the scene before me, would be an understatement. "Hi Mark darling, you really look beautiful. Guys say hello to Mark, my fiance. Doesn't he look sexy? He's come to watch how real men sex a woman." Dr. Judy took over. She had Millie introduce each of her studs. To make matters worse, she told them to call me Martha, because of how I was dressed. Millie thought it was such a cute name. I was speechless at Dr. Judy's action. "Now Martha, go shake the hands of your fiancee's real men." I looked at Dr. Judy wildly. Surely she couldn't expect me to do that. However, it only took one look at her face to see that she meant business. Clutching the sheer pink robe to keep it close, as if it made a difference, I proceeded to offer my hand to the men. Their hands were so much bigger and rougher than mine were. Their grips were quite strong too. One of the men's hands was damp from having been in Millie's pussy. The group, including Millie and Dr. Judy, just laughed when I noticed it after shaking his big black hand. Dr. Judy next went on to explain to everyone why I was there. Her words basically echoed what Millie said earlier. Except Dr. Judy injected some professional mumbo jumbo, as she had earlier with me, that me being an observer dressed the way I was, would make me a better husband and helpmate to Millie, as well as bond Millie and I even more. Of all the lewdness by Millie and the studs in this room, the scene between she and the handsome black man seem to burn itself in my memory. Having to watch the two of them fucking was emotionally painful, even if I had a difficult time taking my eyes away from the action of their copulation. There was something intriguing about the contrast of their skins. The man's long black thick dick was quite a specimen of manhood and he knew how to use it on Millie. I was also surprised how deep his long rod - it had to be at least 9" - would disappear in her - at least 7" - 8". I could only look on in feared awe. The noisy juicy wet sound of their coupled genitals seemed much louder than I suspect it actually was, but it resonated in tune with the moans and guttural sounds of the two of them in their lusty union. Time seemed to stand still, yet he fucked my Millie twice in her cunt without stopping. That is, he appeared to come in her twice. He didn't pull out between comes either. After he pulled out, he looked at me with a slight smirk and spoke. "It's all yours now." "C'mon sissy Martha, get busy! Get all that dick scum cleaned up before I stick my dick in her fuck hole." Shouted the last of the studs yet to fuck Millie. I looked at the slimy frothy mess the black man had just made in my lovely fiancee's crotch. Such a sight no longer disgusted or caused me revulsion. I mentally sighed. I knew what I had to do. My face was still covered with a slight film of dried fuck gunk from the pussy tongue douching I'd done for the two earlier men. Even though, Dr. Judy had given me a damp towel to wipe the sliminess from my face, it had become saturated with slimy fuck residue, from my earlier sucking efforts. The men's loads were so copious and gooey and gluey. After inviting me to clean up the fuck mess he'd made in Millie's cunt, the black man next straddled Millie's face and pushed his stout rigid gunk covered dick into her eager lips, which she eagerly and greedily sucked in. With all the jism and cunt gunk coating his shaft, the slimy drool from her moving lips, as they slid to and fro on his still hard shaft, was significant. It hung from her mouth in strands of ropy frothy slime. The man suddenly started making a guttural noise. He was coming again. It was obvious that Millie was collecting his ejaculating jism in her mouth as she had a grasp on his dick and wouldn't let a lot of it go deeper in her mouth, as she let him do earlier when she first started the sloppy obscene suck job. The man's moaning gradually stopped, but he kept moving his dick in and out of Millie's eagerly receptive mouth. When he did pull out, Millie kept her mouth open, while looking at me with one of the most blissful looks I've even seen on her face. To my total shock, I watched as a slow, but steady mass of thick frothy slimy semen ooze and slide from Millie's parted lips, and cascade onto her magnificent, but heavily manhandled breast, which had the imprint on the blackman's hands all over them. He pawed her extensively while fucking her. To make matters worse and to my disbelief, my fiancee, began to lotion her tits with the abundant dripped viscous ejaculate. Even in my shock, I was in awe at the amount of sperm that streamed from her lips. After all, this was the black man's third come. THE NEXT DAY Diary, The following day, Millie and I discussed the previous session we had with Dr. Judy. The one where I had to witness Millie getting fucked by 4 of her regular, well hung studs. Millie was so tired out after the session that she literally slept all the way home as I drove. Even though I was required to suck and clean her overflowing cunt clean 10 times during the session, when we got home, she was too tired to discuss the evening, but not too tired to insist I tongue her out one more time. Needless to say, after this last suck out, she fell soundly asleep. To make matters worse, before she dozed off, she was too tired to give me electronic permission to masturbate and relieve my throbbing erection. It was a difficult night for me trying to sleep with an aching very stiff hard-on as well as trying not to mentally recall all that I'd been force to observe earlier. The sight of the group of men's large cocks going in and out of Millie's mouth and cunt was so vexing for me to watch -especially the black stud and his stout, hard meat truncheon. However, Dr. Judy's repeated comments that one day I would have the same privileges as the men I was watching, did offer some solace, but I still had to endure the turmoil and torment of knowing it was going to be 6 more long months before I did. Until the wedding, I would have to retain my virginity, suck many loads of spent cum from Millie's frequently fucked pussy, all the while jacking off for relief - that is by permission only. The worst part being that I had to jerk off under her or one of the other women's supervision. However, I had to admit, by now, after only a month or so, I was becoming less sensitive to pulling my self off in front of Millie or Mother, or Millie's Mother, or my Aunt, or Dr. Judy. Another thing I hated but had to live with was that Millie also refused to let me touch her magnificent milky white breasts. She also was saving these for our wedding night. It added to my torment to see other men touching, groping, handling and manhandling her tits so roughly as well as slobbering all over them, while they were totally off limits to me, her devoted loving fiance. It caused me much anguish to see the traces of their many hand prints on her white flesh from their rough treatment, which by the way, Millie didn't seem to object to. It was during my first visit to Dr. Judy when I told her of Millie's restrictions on my desire to touch her. "Mark, this is just another treat she is saving for you. You should be thankful that you have a woman that wants to save another pleasure for the joy of your wedding bed. Not many women would have the tenacity to have her fianc wait for so long before letting him partake of such charms as her lovely chest. You are so fortunate to be marrying a woman who has conviction and principles." Dr. Judy's words did little to comfort me. PART 4: Chapter 2: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY: MILLIE & MARK IN BED AFTER ANOTHER DR. Judy Session "Oh that was so lovely of you Mark darling. No don't move, keep your delightful tongue in my pussy. It's so good to have you with your head buried in my cunt and soothe my puffy gaping gash with your lips and mouth, after the guys give me such a good fucking. You're so sweet and wonderful Mark. I just know we're going to be so happy after we're married. It's going to be so sweet being your wife and bring you my well fucked pussy home, so we can be together now just like this. Just us two, being so affectionate to each others and showing each other the depth and closeness of our love." Even though not totally in agreement with Millie, Diary I had to say it was good to have her all to myself, despite she was used, and by her own admission, well fucked. I'm sure many men, rather real men, would see this situation as untenable and unacceptable to them. But to me it was a strange situation also, but in a strange way, acceptable to me too. That is just to have a chance to be with such a beautiful woman, despite her being a slut. I had to admit I was in awe of seeing her take such large stiff pricks - and so easily too - in her luscious juicy snatch. I also felt a bit put upon having to guide them in her cunt at Dr. Judy's insistence. However, after doing it the first time with the four studs, the other times became easier. I eventually had my hands on the humongous dicks of all four studs. The other most humiliating thing beside having to handle the men's very large erections was having to kiss them before guiding their dick heads to the entrance to Millie's cunt, and now routinely having to lick pussy fuck gunk off them, after they pull out of her. This was all done at the insistence of Dr. Judy, who asked if I needed any positive reinforcements when I was the least bit hesitant to place my mouth on the men's dicks. Again, after the first time, it became easier. Dr. Judy, Millie was very excited and pleased that I passively clean up the men's genitals who fuck Millie now rather than show any reluctance or resistance. That first session pretty much adapted me to seeing her get fucked and filled by her "real" men, as well as orally soothing her with my mouth - that is, basically cleaning her of their residue in their presence. Yet, with Dr. Judy's guidance, she taught me to see this as a good moment for me, especially as my fiancee ground her wet slimy pussy against my mouth and got her rousing orgasms in the process. Diary, the more I thought about all this, the more I came around to seeing myself being the wimp, Dr. Judy said I truly was, and should be. That was the last thing I remember before falling blissfully asleep with my head in Millie's hairy crotch, and my tongue stuck in her gaping, pouting, well-fucked snatch lips. PART 4: Chapter 3: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY: DR. JUDY TEACHES ME TO SUCK DICKS & I LEARN TO ACCEPT MY WHIPPINGS "Mark, now that you've had your lips on other men's penises, I thought it was timely for you to acquire another skills as Millie's loving husband - that of becoming a cocksucker." "B-But Dr. Judy, p-p-please Dr.-Dr. Judy, it-it's embarrassing enough I-I have to-to put my mouth on..." I slowly stammered in reply to her blatant attempt to have me completely humiliate myself further with my fiancee's studs. "Mark, as far as you've come in bonding with Millie's men, going a step further and becoming a cocksucker is so logical and correct for you at this time. Besides, you're well over halfway to becoming a pussy mouth for the guys, my guiding down this path can only be beneficial for you. Plus, this new skill should come in very helpful in the future, considering all you had to do at our last session in which she was the center of a gangbang." Thinking of all that happened at that session, I couldn't find words to reply. She was right. As much oral attention as I gave the men, I might as well have been their cocksucker. Knowing that any resistance was futile to Dr. Judy's strong will, I meekly silent and listened. "Now Mark, this is one of my "How To Perform Fellatio" Manuals and Video Kits. I want you to take the kit home and study the book and watch the video with your mother. She's expecting you to bring it home today and to get started studying how to suck men's erect penises. I've already talked to her and let her know that I want you to become a cocksucker. This will only be an asset for you and make you a true helpmate to your future bride, in her sexual entertainment of her many real men." "I-I see." I replied with an air of quiet resignation to what I knew was being imposed on me. "And Mark, with your acclimated taste for spent sperm and having eaten so much of it from Millie's pussy, you should have no problem dealing with the taste of hot ejaculated loads of sperm gushing between your lips. You primarily need to concentrate on breathing and not gagging or choking as you let your mouth be used as a delightful mouth-pussy." Again, caught off guard by Dr. Judy, she asked me to step with her to an adjacent room. It was dark except for a very small lighted circular area. On the floor there was a pad. She directed me to kneel after having me to drop my pants, which exposed the lace trimmed lavender panties I was wearing. "Those look so pretty on you Mark. I almost want to call you Martha. They really hug and caress your cute little rear so nicely. Don't you guys think so?" It was then that I became aware of three other men coming out of the darkness and who responded to her at the same time, almost in unison. "Yes ma'am, he sure does have a cute ass." Diary, to make a long story shorter, Dr. Judy introduced the three black men to me. She had them there for me to practice and learn how to suck their dicks. Their penises were nearly totally erect and it appeared the more they looked at me the more rigid their members became. Again, I was a bit terrified, but also intrigued that I was somewhat responsible for their arousal. Diary, again Dr. Judy had me put my face in another black man's hairy crotch and instructed me to tongue and suckle his hairy soft nut sac, before lapping his long hard meaty shaft. After that, I dipped the tip of my tongue in the slit of the man's giant dick head slit. I'm amazed at how well the tip of my tongue fits in it so well, as I lap up the big drops of forming clear gluey pre-cum. After gently suckling the man for about 10 minutes and swallowing his hefty load of hot sperm, Dr. Judy instructed me on how to suckle and keep the man's softening dick well soaked and wet with my drooling softly sucking lips. "Men love for their dicks to be milked after a suck off. It's good for you to do that not only for the man's enjoyment but it's also therapeutic for you too." "It-It is?" I replied in a puzzled tone of voice to Dr. Judy. "Oh Yes Mark. You see, since one of the primary reason for you to let men push their manly dicks in your mouth in the first place is to keep your masculinity in check by letting your mouth become a pussy for hard dicks. As you know, your little dickey is more like a clit, but when you have a nice long dick sausage stuffed between your lips and down your throat, you can't feel too macho. Right?" "I-I, er, y-yes." I stammered a reply, when it became clear she wanted a response. I didn't want to, but had no choice. "And that is the desired outcome of me recommending this therapy for you. The sole purpose is for you to understand what it feels like to be a pussy and to better understand what your wife experiences when she handles and takes dick. And when real men fuck a pussy, they love to soak and keep their dicks in a warm wet juicy cunt as it softens down. That's the same thing that happens when you're milking the man after he's shot off down your gullet. So, by slowly milking him, he'll feel as if he's in a real cunt, and you can have the satisfaction of knowing you have performed and used your mouth as an excellent surrogate cunt." Diary, I did the other two men she'd brought in for me to practice on. It was amazing to me, but my second suck off was much easier than the first, and the third even easier than the second. To make matter worse for my own any image of masculinity I was secretly trying to hold on to, I had to admit to myself mentally, after sucking all three of the "practice dicks" I got surprising enjoyment out having had them in my mouth and suckling on them. The moment of ejaculation and the transfer of their hot spewing sperm was particularly delightful, despite me trying to think otherwise. Diary, after a couple more practice sessions, Dr. Judy had me trained so that I was sucking dicks with not only Millie watching me do so, but also the rest of the women in the family. Sometime the women in my life saw me in person, and always if there was a video of me sucking on a man's hard horny meat. MY WHIPPINGS: Diary, as you know, all of the family women - Mother, Millie's Mom, my Aunt, and of course Millie - all whip me. As you also know, all have remotes to the cock lock I'm forced to wear. When allowed to masturbate, it's always done under their watchful eyes and supervision as well as them insisting I consume all of my ejaculate. I have to cup my hands and catch it as well as lick it all off my hands. It was very embarrassing to have my wife see me sucking dick that first time, but as I did it more and more in front of her, I became less sensitized about doing it. The same was almost the case about my monthly whippings. I became desensitized about knowing I was going to get them. It was always painful to endure them, but I had no choice. Dr. Judy said I had to be beaten, and that was it. At first, I was very depressed at being so humiliated by all that was happening to me. But it has waned over time and it doesn't bother me near as much anymore. Which Dr. Judy says is excellent progress, as she wants me to not be sensitive to humiliation or feeling disgraced or being subjugated and ridiculed. "These are all feeling that just cause you useless shame. My goal is to help you become shameless and to achieve a genuine feeling of satisfaction that comes from doing what your wife-to-be desires you to do, no matter what others say or think. Through Dr. Judy's extensive counseling and discussion, not being ridiculed and subjugated makes me feel worthless now. She has taught me that it does make me feel good to be worthy of being treated in what society might say is in a degrading and humiliated manner PART 4: Chapter 4: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY: STROKING IT Diary, the scene that follows is one of many where Millie oversaw and managed my masturbation relief and training. "That's it honey, stroke your thing a little slower. That's good sweetie. You can't come yet. And that's right, keep your other hand cupped properly to catch your stuff." Millie instructed me as I knelt at her feet masturbating and trying to hold back until I was given permission to ejaculate. I was perspiring profusely as I was trying to hold back until she permitted me to release my 2 weeks old load. "P-Please s Millie. I-I can't hold b-back much longer. P-P-Please l-let me s-shoot off. I-I beg you. P- Please." "Why it's only been 6 minutes honey, you're going to have to do a lot better than that to qualify for only 2 weeks of prick lock up, versus us making you abstain longer from letting you jack off. You're going to have to make your meat beating time last longer. But before I allow you to come now and not give you a demerit, you have to promise me that you'll be more friendly and pleasant when the guys wipe their dicks across your face after they pull out from fucking me. Twice yesterday, I saw a frown on your face as Roger and Sam wiped their wet dicks across your face, lips, nose and hair. Do you promise to be more cheerful and part your lips so they can draw some of the gunk on their dick goes in your mouth?" "Y-Yes, Millie, I-I will. P-P-Please let m-me c-c- come." "Okay, but you'll have to hold your little load at least two more minutes. If you can't, remember, you get another few lashes at your next whipping." Millie said with a smug imperious expression on her face as I looked up at her shapely fleshy crossed legs. The sight of this sexy sight was also going to make me lose my load. I knew I had to do whatever it took to avoid more lashes of whatever I was going to be whipped and beat with at the next whipping session. "O-Okay M-Millie... I-I p-promise. P-Please let me. P_PLEASE!" I pleaded. The strain and tension in my voice was at the breaking point. "I accept your promise darling, now keep stroking, you only have a minute and 40 seconds to go." Diary, I don't know how I made it without getting off as Millie timed me, but I did. I strained to hold back and keep from failing my fiancee. "Times up! Very good! But remember, cup your hand properly to catch your cream. Okay, go ahead, shoot!" "OOOOOHHH! AWWWWWWWW! OOOOHHH!" I moaned loudly as I stroked my aching prick and directed its creamy gooey outpouring into my cupped left hand, also being careful to catch every drop of ejaculate. This was a mandatory practice laid down by Dr. Judy to instill discipline and remind me that being allowed to ejaculate is a well-earned privilege and not a right for a pantywaist PANSI trained male. I slumped back and continued to stroke my shrinking penis, making sure that none of my cum spilled or leaked from my in my cupped hand or smeared over the edge of my cupped hands. After a brief moment of relaxation, I knew what was next. "Oh thank you so much for such wonderful sex Millie. Please, may I eat my own cum to show you my devotion and faithfulness. I would rather eat my own cum than be unfaithful to you." I recited the ritualistic words I had learned from rote practice under Dr. Judy's tutelage. "You're so sweet Mark. Yes, you may eat your cum for me." Spoke Millie with a delightful smile on her face. Diary, I know others may say me doing this is a depraved thing. And at first I hated to do it too. However, with Dr. Judy's guidance, she got me to understand that knowing this pleased Millie, the woman I love dearly, made it all worthwhile. Especially that wonderful smile that spreads across Millie's face from knowing I'm sexually suffering and humiliating myself for her love. Dr. Judy has explained to me that Millie sees this as true love, on my part, and that is something Dr. Judy says I should be extremely proud of doing for Millie. ###END of Part 4### Stay tuned for the conclusion of this saga in Part 5

Stepsister H. Jekyll * * * * * * * * * * * * MF, cons, bdsm, oral (videotape); mg reluct, mast Copyright 2002 by H. Jekyll. Permission is freely granted to post on any site that does not charge for entrance, as long as proper attribution is given. The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. Please send comments, inquiries, requests, and criticisms to: [email protected]. I do enjoy correspondence. * * * * * * * * * * * * Is it because he's seventeen and afflicted with raging erections? How often does he masturbate? He's counted up to seven in a day, and he does it at least once every single day. Sex is everything, the only thing he wants to think about, the driving drive. He fantasizes about every woman he sees, every starlet, every girl in school, his teachers. His real life experiences with another person aren't numerous but his fantasies, oh my God, are astounding, fed with internet porn and produced by a mind that is sharper than anyone else's he knows and highly motivated. They include twisted things that he'd like to do, that he jacks- off to over and over. Is that the reason? Perhaps he wasn't socialized as well as other boys, so doesn't repress the viler desires. Does being smarter help? He can think of so many more things to do. Maybe he bears an evil that was just born with him, that has always existed. If so he hides it well. Everyone thinks he is such a nice lad. They wouldn't believe that he could imagine raping his stepmother and making her like it, or kidnapping the head cheerleader and making her suck his dick all night long. Slow down your hand. Move it slowly. Stop when you get too close. Imagine the sound of the belt. Imagine her crying. Imagine her agreeing to do everything. Slowly. Slow down. Oh hell I'm coming again! Ah, that was good. Let's try for three in a row. He knows he's dangerous, that there's a potential in him. He's probably much more dangerous than most boys. Maybe, though, just maybe he simply has more opportunity. Maybe it's because he has an eleven year old stepsister who adores him, who holds his hand and loves to snuggle against him, who gets jealous of his dates, a prepubescent child just barely developing breasts, who is oh-so-shy and too inexperienced to know the limits of trust. And maybe it's because he has parents who are idiots, planning a six-week anniversary cruise, leaving him in charge of the house and his sister for a very long time. Ever since he found out he has been setting the stage for the weeks he'll have her alone. * * * * * His preparations began early, soon after his stepmother took him aside to say they were going to celebrate their fifth anniversary in the South Pacific, Hawaii, the Galapagos, and that he would have a large responsibility for one so young. That night he knew what he would do. First there was the tape. It was important to prepare her for the experience, to make her accept it. Yeah, yeah, prepare her. "Come on Sissy, while they're out. I'm going to show you something secret that I found. You must never tell anyone and you have to promise to watch the whole thing. Promise, or I can't show you." He had found the tape in their closet, high up and to the back, inside a shoe box. There were five tapes in all, but this was by far his favorite. Did they really think they could hide them from him? Before he ever played any he knew they would be good, because of the secrecy, and he was right. It gave him a new, deep appreciation of his father and vast fantasies about his stepmother. "Sit quietly. Remember, you have to stay through the whole thing. Do you promise?" The room was dark, the only light coming from the TV and a little more from the hall bathroom. They sat close to each other as he touched the remote. She wanted as much contact as possible. Little currents of lightness moved in her chest because it would be something forbidden that she would share with him. She didn't know the half of it. As the tape started she curled up against him, but she soon looked away and tried to end the body contact. He held her. "No. You promised." * * * * * The first scene is jumpy, the work of someone who is just learning the equipment. Her mother is sitting on the edge of their bed, naked. She is a lovely woman with a slight bulge in her belly that doesn't detract at all from what happens, with breasts that droop a little as womanly breasts should. His father steps into the scene from the direction of the camera. One can see him only from knees to chest. He is naked, with a curved erection that soars from a mat of unkempt, dark hair. His ass partially blocks the scene as her mother leans down to grasp his prick and take it to her mouth. There is more. As the tape starts she is looking at the camera, looking apprehensively. How did he get her to agree? Did he show her others' tapes, maybe the Pamela Anderson tape? She looks to the camera, then up to his face, away from his penis. Finally down to it. One last look at the camera, then she looks directly at the penis. She takes it in her hand, holding it just below the head, like a chicken held by the neck, opens her mouth and slides her lips over it. At this point the watching daughter made a low sound like "ohh," like a quiet moan that lasted for two or three seconds, and she tried to move for the first time. The mother's face has the classic blow job look, her jaw open wide to let her fit over the meat, her eyes aimed down onto her husband's shaft so hard they almost cross. Then her eyes close almost completely, her lips protrude slightly outward and form an 'O' around the back of the head, and her cheeks go concave. While she sucks on it she jacks the penis into her mouth, not too fast and not too deeply. * * * * * The daughter said: "We shouldn't be doing this." "You promised. You have to trust me. This is what men and women do to each other, and they love it. That's why they filmed it. Someday they would show it to you themselves, so you could learn what to do." He knew he was a lying bastard and he loved it. * * * * * On the tape his father has put his hands on her mother's head and has started making grunting noises. He says "I'm close. Get ready." Then he pulls out of her mouth and points his dick at her. A ropy spray of semen shoots between them and hits her just below the notch at the top of her chest, just above her breasts. Two, three good squirts before the force is gone and it dribbles out. "Now rub it in," he tells her, "rub the tit lotion in good." She takes both hands and smears the mess onto her breasts, rubbing in circular motions until the semen is invisible to the camera. The scene ends, leaving a dark screen. * * * * * "Oh they couldn't like that! Let me go!" She meant her mother couldn't like it. He held her tightly, both arms around her, holding her still. "Sis, you're going to stay until I say you can go. You think she doesn't like it? Well watch the next part." * * * * * In the next scene the camera is on as the two get to the bed, again already naked. This time the mother doesn't look to the camera. The two kneel facing each other and give luscious kisses. The camera focuses on their faces, on their mouths. When the boy first saw the scene he thought someone else was with them in the room, but then he saw the control device in his father's hand, and saw his father glance to the side every so often, to what he could finally tell was a monitor. "Damn," he thought, "he's controlling the camera during sex." The couple on the screen nibble on each others' nipples. She bends to take his penis into her mouth again, but then he pushes her back and pulls her legs open. His head goes between them. He says: "You sweet bitch. I'm going to film you coming and make you watch yourself doing it." "Oh you bastard." She gasps as he does something to her vagina. "God I love you. Not so hard. Oh please. God, you're evil. Yes, like that. Yes!" True to his word, the camera focuses on her face, from the side catching her half-closed eyes - mere slit shapes on her face - and her slightly open mouth. She keeps making little gasping grunts. The camera, though, pans down from her face to her body, so that one can see it jerking and undulating. Her hands are fidgeting, moving around and grabbing sheets. Finally the camera gets down to her cunt, to focus on his mouth buried in her. She is moving her cunt against his face. In the middle of this he glances at the monitor. The camera then pans back up toward her face, moving with dreadful slowness as her breathing gets faster and her grunts take on a higher pitch. It gets to her face before she comes, showing a vein standing out on her now red and sweaty forehead. Her face is all scrunched up but her mouth is open wide. Then her head goes back and she cries out in a higher pitch, in the same rhythm as her grunts, saying, "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" When he first saw this the boy had thought: why haven't I ever heard them doing it? He paused the tape. * * * * * During the second part the girl stopped struggling and stared at the screen. Once it ended her stepbrother carefully loosened his hold on her and placed her beside him. She didn't move; neither would she look at him. "Let's talk. Those are some of the things adults do when they're having sex. Did you understand it?" She nodded, but she didn't know what to think. She was embarrassed to have seen that with him, but she was so infatuated that she didn't want to leave. She'd stay for him. She had had a young girl's fantasies about him, had imagined him kissing her but hadn't ever really imagined a sex scene. She didn't know exactly what such a scene would be like, exactly what they would do, except that they would be naked and he would put his penis in her. Those things on the film were so disgusting and so intense that she didn't know what to make of them. Could grown ups really do that? But she saw it! "What parts about it didn't you understand?" In a minute she asked, her voice weak and tremulous: "When Mommy said 'Oh God, Oh God' - was she having an orgasm?" "Yes. That's what most women do when they come. Do you know what "come" means?" She nodded. She still wouldn't look at him. "We learned about orgasms in school. About different words. But it looked like she was crying. Why was she doing that?" "Because when men do things to women it feels so good that it's more than the women can stand. Sometimes they even scream because it feels so good. They can't help themselves." "Why didn't he scream too?" What answer to give, to plant the seed? "Men enjoy being in control. It's natural. And women like men to be in control. You saw what he made her do, and how much she liked it." She was silent. She wondered how it would be when she finally had sex, if it would be like on the screen and if she would cry out. She would, and soon. "What else didn't you understand?" "Well, I thought, I thought . . ." She stopped to figure out how to word it. "I thought that when a man, uh, uh, came, he did it in the woman's vagina, to make a baby. Why did he do it on her, uh, uh, uh chest?" It was hard for her to talk with him about that. She couldn't remember ever seeing a penis before, certainly not an erect one. Now she couldn't shake the image of that ugly, dark, reddish thing in her mother's mouth, or of it spraying her breasts. How could she put it in her mouth? "He could have come in her vagina, but men like to come lots of places, and when he made her rub his sperm on her boobs he liked it more." "Oh." "Now we're going to watch the rest of it. There isn't that much more. You're not going to try to get away again, are you?" She looked down and said "no" in a tiny voice. They sat back and he restarted the tape. He made her sit right up against him. This one would be intense, and he didn't want her to have a chance. * * * * * Her mother is tied spread-eagled to the bed as the scene begins. It is a large, mahogany, sleigh bed with a lovely wrought-iron filigree pattern that is visible at the headboard. His father must be holding the camera. It pans over her, showing her entire body, then focusing on her torso or face or the ropes on her wrists. She is again naked. She is speaking. At first it is hard to hear her because of some bumping noises but then her voice comes through. "Please let me go, sweetheart. I promise I won't do it again. I know I was wrong." She sounds unhappy. "It isn't that easy." He places the camera on something so that it is filming downward at her. Then he continues: "I can't let you violate your discipline like that, and I won't be a pussy and just let you off." His hand appears, and caresses her stomach. Then it moves down to her spread vagina and caresses her there for some time while they talk. She is pleading and bargaining, while he is being firm about whatever the topic is. "Here, have another glass of water." "No. Please don't. I really have to go. I don't know how long I can hold it." "I said drink! And I don't want you spilling any, unless you want it to go hard!" He holds a full glass to her mouth and she drinks it slowly down, stopping twice to breathe. Then he returns to caressing her sex. "Please honey, I really have to go now." "You're all wet here. You've gotten hot, haven't you?" "No. I don't know. Please let me go. You can tie me up again when I'm finished. I'll do everything you want, darling. I'll be obedient. You'll be proud of me. But I have to pee right now. I really do. I'll wet the bed." "You're so hot, holding that in for me. I bet you'd like me to fuck you right now, wouldn't you?" He is pushing the fingers of one hand up into her vagina and pulling softly on her vaginal lips with the other hand. "Oh please! Don't do this to me. Please!" "If you wet the bed I'll have to be severe with you. Can't even hold a little water. Holding it in is making you more excited, isn't it? Knowing you might get punished if you can't show discipline is thrilling you." "Sweetheart, I don't think I can hold it. I'm not pretending! Please!" He leans on her lower belly with both hands and she cries hoarsely. For the first time he is entirely visible, and he is naked a well. His erection is much larger than before. "Oh, you have plenty of room in you still. Why don't you beg me to fuck you? The way you are now, you'll pop like a firecracker. Do it. Beg. Afterwards, we'll see about your bladder fixation." "Please fuck me, Honey. Oh please. But hurry. Hurry! Oh God!" "Admit that you're my little slut, my little fuck toy." "I am. Oh please Honey, fuck your little slut quickly." He enters her, fucking in and out, not hurrying at all. He has the camera pan to her face and it is clear she is caught between desire and something else. Her swollen eyes are half closed, then snap open, then close again. Her moans are harsh and she thrashes her head back and forth. After a few moments it is clearly a tie between the desire and the something else. She says "Please Honey, please no," but does so in the ragged pattern of someone close to eruption. His grunts, much lower, can be heard on the tape, but only just barely. They remain as a kind of counterpoint, while her cries rise in volume and pitch, but with those same words repeated over and over, "Oh please darling, no, please, no please no ...!" Then she is over the top, crying away, and he is obviously coming, too, and there is another sound, faint but clearly there on the tape: a hiss, the sound of a thin stream of liquid spraying onto something and splashing. She is wetting the bed. Her crying out becomes mere crying right in the middle. She sobs, spread across the bed with him lying atop her. She tries to say something but is almost incoherent, babbling: "I'm sorry, Honey, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop it. Oh please I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to do it. I tried to hold it but I couldn't. I didn't mean to." * * * * * The girl on the couch said "Oh, Mommy," and put her face in her hands. The boy told her she had to watch, and he pulled her hands away. He said, "If you don't do what you're told I'll punish you. In a minute you'll see what a man can do to a women who isn't obedient!" * * * * * Back on the screen, his father doesn't appear at all upset by this turn with his wife. "Well. Pissed all over me. That's the wettest I ever got you, no? And you're so easy, too. Now, let's take a look at things." He rises and walks toward the camera, penis half dangling and a couple lines of fluid running down his thighs. The room rocks around while he picks up the camera, and then it is pointing between her thighs, showing the bedding, darkly wet in a rough fan shape out from her slit. There are individual drops of fluid on her and some rivulets. He pans up her body to her face and neck, which are very, very red, especially so because the video camera over- saturates the color. Her face is wet as well and she is still crying, though more quietly. When the camera comes to her face she turns away, trying to hide it. "No! No, please not that. I can't stand for you to tape me like this. Don't do this, please." She starts sobbing all over again. "Oh I'll film you all right. You'll get so hot when you see yourself like this later, and so will I. Now look at the camera. I'm going to have to punish you anyway, but if you don't cooperate right now I'll have to be cruel." So she turns her face to the camera and he takes a good close up, showing the ugly, red-and-swollen look that comes with heavy crying. She doesn't turn away again. Her actions could almost have been scripted. "It's almost as wet up her as down there," he says, jerking the camera toward her sex. The room swirls and jerks while he puts the camera back wherever it had been resting, so that it is again pointing half-down at her. There is a sound of things bumping, then he steps toward her from the direction of the lens, holding a belt by the buckle end. "Let's get your punishment over with." She just stares at the belt. The end is pointed and metal tipped. Shiny. The buckle end is looped twice around his fist to give him a good hold. "I'm going to give you ten of the best, and you're going to count them for me. Do you understand?" She stares at the belt, her eyes wide. She doesn't say a word, but nods. * * * * * Watching this from the couch the little girl said "No, he can't do that," and the boy told her to be still. Whatever happens already happened. She can't change it. Then the girl sat hunched over, with her hands near her eyes, but she was afraid to try to cover them again. * * * * * "Let's start," says the husband. "Show your love to the instrument of your correction." The camera pans to her head again. Slowly, from the top of the screen, the tip of the belt wriggles into view. She looks up at it red faced, her mouth twisted in an anguish looked. When the tip passes close to mouth she raises her head and catches it in her lips. It is a tender grasp, as one would capture a lover's lip while she moved her face across yours. The girl's mother holds the tip while more belt is lowered, until it begins to loop. Then she sucks the tip into her mouth. The camera adjusts to present a super close-up of her face. More belt is fed to her, and she takes it in, alternately sucking and using her lips. After a few seconds there is more. She starts to consume this as well, but gags. She turns her head to the side and makes a belching noise and holds herself perfectly still. When she turns her head back up her eyes are watering. She gags again, not as forcefully, lies still for the moment, then looks toward the boy's father with pleading in her eyes and shakes her head in a tiny "no." One can see her throat at the bottom of the screen. She is swallowing repeatedly. When more belt is fed to her, she makes a quiet sound of despair but eats it slowly. How much has she in her mouth? More belt. Some more. Suddenly in mid-swallow she heaves and, turning her head quickly away from the camera, she loses the entire tangle of belt, bathed in saliva and mucus. Nothing else comes out. Her face is hidden, but her breasts rise and fall rapidly with her breathing. * * * * * The girl scarcely moved watching all of this. It was as though she'd forgotten the boy's presence. A hand went over her mouth but her eyes never left the screen. Her world changed right then, her view of it. The boy was busy rubbing his prick through his jeans, up and down. He didn't care if she saw him or not. He'd rather she did. * * * * * On the screen the boy's father is speaking. "You're so lovely, my dear, and do try so hard to be obedient. Let's get your punishment over with so that I can make you happy again." He changes the camera focus so that the girl's mother is visible from her head to her vagina. He is visible only intermittently, at the edge of the frame, but his penis sometimes sticks out into the frame even when he is otherwise not seen. "Since it was your belly that wouldn't hold your water, that's where I'm going to whip you." His arm rises through the edge of the picture, so rapidly that the belt is merely a blur, and then he brings it down just as quickly. There is a loud pop, almost a snap, when the belt lands. All her muscles tense and she bucks on the bed. Her cry is strangely hoarse to one raised on Hollywood fare, in which women have high pitched screams for all occasions. "Ohh, ohh. One. Oh please, please. Oh God." God is nowhere to be seen, but her husband stands there while she twists on the bed and her crying fades away. Once she seems settled he whips her again, again a single stroke. She manages to say "two" but her crying and struggling are more frantic, more panicked, as though she thinks she may not be able to make it to ten. She begs between strokes, pleads, promises him the world if he will stop. She will be so good to him. * * * * * The boy noticed that the camera could pick up the whip marks on her belly. They were about an inch apart and displayed the pointed shape of the belt's tip. A tiny bit of blood was oozing from the very tip of one of them. He showed this to his stepsister, who didn't want to look. She was breathing fast and holding herself stiff and shaking. He backed the tape up to show her, and when she saw it she made a crying sound way back in her throat, but while her eyes grew wet she didn't, at this time, cry. * * * * * At "seven" the wife forgets to count. She is pulling and twisting, her face even redder than before, her chest heaving and her mouth open in a massive grimace while she pulls against her ropes, each of them, then all of them at once. What one can hear is scattered words, "no," and "please" and "stop" among the cries and gasps. "You're not submitting correctly, my dear," he says. His face is now right over hers. "We're going to have to add two strokes. Now let's begin again, with 'seven'." She can still squeal. *That* she can do. She pleads some more and then he whips her. "Say it." When he is done he turns out the light and leaves her. There is the sound of a door closing. The camera stays on, though, and she is still vaguely visible, crying, then whimpering to herself for awhile, and then becoming still, as though asleep. Finally the screen goes snowy. * * * * * The boy turned to his stepsister. She was afraid to look at him, afraid for him to touch her, afraid to move away. "Look at me." Shyly, slowly she turned her eyes upward. Only her eyes. He looked the same as always, the big brother she loved. Would he do something terrible to her now? She waited for her doom, trembling, hyperventilating. She was dizzy and the world had passed through some portal into a place she didn't recognize. What he did was lean down and kiss her on the head. She jerked when he began the movement, but he did nothing bad. He said: "There's one last scene. It'll start in a minute." * * * * * Sure enough there is suddenly a picture. Her mother is on the bed, on her back but not bound. The light is back on. His father is kissing her, a full open- mouthed kiss. The camera catches their tongues stroking each other. The fingers of a freed hand pass through his hair and pull his head down to her. When he shifts his weight one can see that her stomach is a mess, covered in overlapping belt-width welts. The most prominent welts are on the edges. In three spots the skin has been broken and she has bled a little. The wet bedding between her legs is visible as well, still dark with her water. The sound quality is worse than before. One has to listen carefully. The mother first, is saying something like 'I love you so much' and 'must look so terrible,' but the father disagrees. His voice carries better. "You're God's beautiful woman. I'll show you the tape later. You'll see. Where you hate yourself the most, when your eyes are red and swollen, you are the most erotic creature. The whole world would want to fuck you, but only I get to." She holds him tightly, still holding his head to her. She says "Show me Sweetheart. Let me see it." "No. Not when you're high. I'll let you see it when you need a spark. Not now." He moves down to a breast and sucks the nipple into his mouth. She makes a delightful whimper, a sexual one, and continues to stroke his hair. Next the other nipple. He looks up at her. "You're salty, love. I'm going to clean you a little." He moves his face to her stomach. He starts licking and sucking on her welts. "Unh! Oh darling, more softly please. Oh! Oh!" His mouth is slow and loving, going over every line. He spends extra time where she has bled. Her breathing quickens and she begins to whimper all over again, but she protests only when he hits an especially sensitive spot or sucks especially hard, so there are occasional sounds of "oh, softer darling, don't be so hard darling." She uses a lot of "oh's." Her hands come down to the back of his head to pull him into her soft belly, then jerk away from him spastically to shake rigidly in the air, fingers splayed, then come back to him. When he is done with her stomach he moves to her vagina, lying face-first on those urine-soaked sheets, and begins eating her, still slowly and lovingly, working on her labia, her clitoris, her slit, her cunt. There's no hurry, though she tries to hurry him by pulling him to her harder. Her breaths are fuller, richer, louder, and after a bit it is clear that she is close. She pushes her sex at him but he just keeps on at his own pace until anyone watching the video can tell she is very close. Then he moves his mouth right over her sex and begins sucking and she comes loudly. The tape ends. The boy wondered why it ended before his father got to fuck her. * * * * * There were just the two of them in the half-lit room, no naked parents on the TV. The girl seemed dazed. She stared at the blank screen, her head in a whirl, not knowing what to do or say, wondering fearfully what he would do now. "That's what they do. Wasn't it great?" Silence. "Well, wasn't it?" "No." "You liked the sexing. It was obvious." "Well I didn't like him hurting her!" Now she felt a rage she could express. "Maybe not, but she did. You saw how sexed up she got after he punished her." "She couldn't like it." "But she did. It makes her love him. You know how lovey- dovey she's always being with him. She's always happy around him. You know that." Just as suddenly there was a hole in her emotions. What happened to the rage? Where did it go? She knew he was right, and the knowledge made her lose her way in this new world. "Maybe, though, maybe it only happened the one time." "Uh-uh, Sissy, there are other tapes. He's always making her do different things. I'll show them to you some other time." "I don't want to see them." "You're just upset because you've never seen this stuff before. I bet you've never even seen a hard-on, have you?" Silence. "Well, all men get them for sex. Like this." He stood up directly in front of her and pulled open his pants so that his prick danced back and forth in front of her. The world shifted again. She held herself against the back of the couch as hard as she could. She held her breath. Her eyes followed his dick, going back and forth like she was being hypnotized. It occurred to her that she should protest. "Put it away! I don't want to see it!" She tried to look away. "Oh no you don't. You look *now*!" He used a forceful voice. "And hold it in your hand. Do it!" Finally she cried. Her face contorted and grew red, and while she tried to control herself she couldn't stop a flow of tears down her cheeks. At the same time she leaned forward and put her right hand on him, to placate him. She tried to grab him on the shaft exactly between the balls and head, so that she wouldn't have to touch either, but for a moment she couldn't bring herself to actually touch it at all. Then she did touch it just barely, but jerked her hand away because it felt so alien and hot. It was her third attempt before she could make herself close her fingers around it. "I don't want to do this. Please don't make me." She wasn't actually crying anymore, but you couldn't tell it from her voice. He loved that she was begging. "You hold it until I tell to let go. Good. Now, I'll let you let go and I'll pull my pants back up, but on one condition." She couldn't look away from the cock in her hand, the reddish head just above her thumb, the wrinkled testes, the wild brown hair. Her hand was infinitely pale and smooth in comparison. Finally, "What is it?" "That you take off your clothes and let me touch you wherever I want to." Again, she didn't respond. None of her circuits were working just right. She looked at him blankly, before all at once having comprehension. She shook, a great shudder, then dropped her hand from him. She rose slowly from the couch, eased around him to be sure not to touch him, and took off her clothes. There wasn't much, a t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. She turned her head to the side and stripped them off as fast as she could. Then he spoke again, in a different voice. "I won't hurt you. Don't worry about that. And I won't make you do anything to me. Not now. Look." He pulled up and fastened his pants. It was hidden again. "Now come here." He took one of her hands and led her to the couch. He sat and pulled her down to him. She didn't resist. She was like a zombie. It was time to play with her. * * * * * So she lay in his arms and he began to pet her. He did it like you would your cat. That's why they call it petting. Like you would a cat, except there's so much more in it for you. He petted her hairless body, moving the whole palm of his hand up from her belly to her little tits, the nipples that were starting to bloom far ahead of the rest of her. Just pointy little things. Tits. He said the word to himself. He had moved his hand very softly up her front, after which he moved it around over one nipple, then the other, brushing their tops, almost scraping them with the palm, making them get bigger and meatier. She looked at his hand and held herself completely stiff. He petted her downward, from her tits to her belly button and on down to her little slit of a vagina. She was holding her legs tightly together, so he moved the palm sides of his fingers back and forth over her closed vagina. He tickled her thighs, as far down as he could get his hand without pressing, down to her knees and then back up to her sex. His index finger moved up and down in her slit; no other fingers. She was still completely stiff, still staring at his hand, but she had gotten flushed and she was panting. That could mean any number of things. "Open your legs up." "No. I won't." "The deal was I get to touch you anywhere I want. So do it, or they find out about you and the videotape." She looked almost ready to cry again. Her eyes were damp and red and her lips were quivering. The rest of her fight left her. She opened her legs a little, and when he used his hands to push her open wide she didn't resist. Now he could pet her right. He could move his hand crosswise, from one knee, up her inner thigh to her sex as lightly as he could, making sure to caress the entire sex, then down the inner thigh to the other knee. Then back. Over and over. She began to feel pleasure. Not the transient pleasure that comes from the touch, but the pleasure that stays, that fades only slowly, and that makes one anticipate the next stroke. Even afraid, she hadn't lost the thrill in her bowels that comes from doing something forbidden. Her beloved brother. He hadn't hurt her, though she was still scared and disturbed. Making her lie back in his arms, he was gentle with his massaging and caressing. He gave her little chills. Every time his hand crossed her slit she tensed, but his touch was so very light, giving her a tiny bit of sex pleasure. It came back again. Again. She felt stirring. He did it again. He masturbated her softly, rhythmically, initiating her to the pleasure, caressing more firmly over time. Doing it repeatedly. She didn't want to feel pleasure, not really, but he brought it out. He made her get little thrills. In the course of a few minutes she went from dread and fear to expectation, to hope, even to impatience. She relaxed her body. She let him lead and stopped trying to get in the way. The fear was still there, but far in the background. He changed his strokes, now going up and down on her sex, brushing her clitoris on the way. Stroke down from her hood to her ass. Use your whole hand. Keep doing it. As small as she is it was no problem to pet her in one stroke from her belly button all the way to her anus. Pet her sweet, silky skin while she lies in your arms, your hand caressing her, feeling nothing but female flesh and peach fuzz, your hand never really leaving some part of her sex. She didn't know she wasn't stiff anymore, but knew that her whole sex felt full and tight. She shaped herself more into his body, watching his hand as intently as ever. If she'd thought of looking in the mirror she'd have seen that her face was red, especially her forehead. Her mouth was open a little bit, to let her breath flow faster and suddenly she made an "Ohhh" sound that went on for a bit, the pitch changing as she breathed in and out. A little preliminary cry. Then she began saying "Oh" only as she exhaled, again and again. She widened her spread legs herself, still gazing at his magic hand. It was pure sex, nothing distant or pushed by fantasy, but immersion in the pleasure and excitement for the first time. Still he petted her and finally she spoke, sounding like someone who has just finished a race. "Don't. Don't do that anymore. You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't do that to me." * * * * * How sweet it is when they become alarmed at their first pleasuring. He stopped, took his hand entirely off her sex and away from her body. This would be good. She looked at his hand, then to his face, then back. She didn't know to ask for it, or what to do with these new feelings and this force inside her body, so she stared back and forth, a terrible questioning look in her child's eyes. "Do you really want me to stop doing it?" He was so engorged that his penis hurt from being trapped in his pants with her lying across his lap. There wasn't any response at all for a moment. Because the room was quiet all either could hear was her breathing. She looked away from him and he knew she was deciding to commit. Oh you sweet little bitch. The things I'll do to you. When she finally looked at him she said "I don't know," but she also nodded in that shy fashion of young girls. He put a hand back on her, but not on her little pudendum. He caressed her inflated nipples as before and said: "Say it. Tell me what you want me to do." Silence. "Then we're done, if you can't say that one little thing." "No. I'll do it." Her face was so beautiful, so childlike but showing a woman's desire. He hadn't been entirely sure that such a little girl could be driven by sexual want. "Ask sweetly." "I can't say that." "Then we're done." "No. Okay. Okay. Okay, I'll ask it. Will you please touch my vagina some more?" "Do you know what I'm doing?" She nodded. "What's the word?" She didn't understand. "What's the word for what I'm doing to you?" "I don't know." "I'm masturbating you. Do you know that word?" "Yes," and a nod. He trailed his hand back down to her sex and pushed down through her slit with his thumb. She was wet and slippery, something else he wasn't sure until then that such a young girl could be. When his thumb glided through her she gasped and made a squeak. "Where did you learn that word?" He used the thumb again and stared into her face as her eyes closed completely for a second. His eyes were the first things she saw when she opened hers again. "Where did you learn that word? Tell me." "It was in a book I got from the library. And some girls I know talk about it sometimes." "Have you done it to yourself?" No, she hadn't. The thumb again. "You will. But it won't be as good as when a man does it to you." He took his hand off her sex, brushed in a tickling fashion down the insides of her thighs, then back up to her nipples, skirting her sex on the way. "Sex isn't just men doing things to you, and not just doing things you like either. It's like on the tape. You have to do things back, even things you don't want to do at first, and you have to let them do all kinds of things. Some of the things men will do to you you won't like, but when you're a good girl and you do what you're told, that's when you get the most pleasure. It's natural." As he said this her eyes scrolled up and to the left, so he knew she was thinking about the tape, Mommy's mouth on Daddy's penis, Mommy with penis cream on her breasts, Mommy spread and whipped, caught up in her passion as Daddy did something with his mouth to her vagina. * * * * * "And now you're going to learn how to kiss." What was that? Of course she knew how to kiss. But of course she knew nothing, only theory, her experiences being only little pursed-lips kisses for her parents. He began to teach her the real thing, how open mouths worked and what tongues tasted like. While he did this he pushed two fingers up into her vagina. He expected to find a barrier but there was none, so he pushed his fingers all the way in, fucking her with them. He hand fucked her while he kissed her. He knew what was coming but she didn't, not really, again only in theory, so he watched her face while he kissed her to see it begin. She was by now enslaved by what he was doing. She wouldn't want it ever to end, but it did of course, and when it did it caught her by surprise. She was already swept up in the pleasure and excitement, but when her orgasm began she knew just a second or two beforehand that something was changing, then it rushed up and out of her. She arched her back and went rigid and cried into his mouth, after which she lay in his arms and felt it go on and on. * * * * * What would he do with her next? When she had finally finished and lay there limply, looking up to him with that awe that marks one's first knowledge of the real power of sex, he had warned her to never, ever tell anyone, that she would put them both in danger if she told. It might not be very long before their parents returned, so he put her to bed. He turned out her light and ran his hands over her body, making a proprietary statement with them. "The next time I'm going to make you do things too, Sissy. Do you understand?" "Uh-huh. I will. I promise." He knew she would. "Don't mention this even to me. No one says anything at all. I 'm in charge, understand?" She nodded. "When I decide it's time I'll tell you what we're going to do, and when." He masturbated in the shower, spraying the drain with spurt after spurt of cream at what he had done. He was planning a future. He would teach her to suck, teach her to fuck. He would teach her to accept ropes and blindfolds. Especially he would teach her to submit. In bed that night he jacked off again. He wanted to go slowly to allow time for a fantasy of what he would do to her. He caressed his penis with his left hand, softly moving it from balls to head. He held his right hand to his nose because he could still smell a little of her vagina on his fingertips. What couldn't he do to her? He came again, then went to sleep while playing the fantasy. Can we describe the fantasy that so entranced him? It played for him like a videotape. * * * * * You would see her breathing and movements in it. They could be taken for those of a women caught up in passion. Her breathing is fast, fast gulps of air followed by exhalations that end with a sound, something subvocal, perhaps a whimper, perhaps a grunt. Something high pitched in any case, like a woman responding to sexual pleasure and unable to control herself. Other than her breathing she doesn't move except when he hurts her. There's just the rapid shaking of her sweat- covered chest and belly, sucking the air in and expelling it. It is so beautiful to him. When he hurts her she moves, but she is too tired to put much into it. All she can do is writhe. Her vocalizations get louder and higher pitched, but one could scarcely call them real cries. No extravagant screams, no jerking or flailing, no begging. She already knows that she can't beg or plead, or apologize. Her job now is to take it, but she can't. All she can do is breath. It is a super close-up. He is right up against her, between hurts caressing her all over her body, kissing her neck and face, licking and nuzzling her. It is so intimate. He whispers in her ear, soothing words, low and soft. "You're so beautiful. You don't know how much more beautiful you've become since you decided to be obedient. My sweet, obedient bitch." His voice is breathy. It is better than videotape. You can see inside her mind. She feels his mouth moving against her ear. She is tiny and helpless. Less than helpless. She is nothing and he is omnipotent. All her attention is on him, on his hands running so softly over her nipples and thighs, and especially on his lips moving against her ear. Her aches and hurt and terror and overwhelming exhaustion are background elements. He stands out above them. "You're finding out, aren't you? That I'm the center of everything for you, aren't you Sis. You listen to everything I say and you'll do everything I tell you, right?" How does he know? He knows everything of course. During this the camera in his head pulls back so that you can see all of her. She continues her fast, ragged gulps and her whimpers. Her chest rises and falls, rises and falls, like that of a middle distance runner. "You'll be very, very good, won't you?" She tries to nod, to let him know she agrees. But of course he already knows, doesn't he? "Now it's time to continue your punishment, you sweet thing." He ignores the change in her vocalizations, the raised timber, the despair. He puts a long pin through the ring holding her mouth open, to her upper gum, over her front teeth, and gives a strong push. She writhes again, moving sinuously, like a lovely sea creature, a mermaid under water, and her heightened cries are like those of a woman experiencing orgasm. He pushes the pin hard for several seconds, pulls it back slightly to move to another spot, pushes again, does it again. She can't even keep the cries going and by the time he is done with this round her writhing has diminished greatly. He steps away, puts down the pin, then resumes caressing her body and whispering soothing words to her. Her chest rises and falls, rises and falls, and always her breaths end with a whimper. The screen goes blank. * * * * * He slept beautifully. The next morning he even had breakfast with his parents and joked with his step mom, while she cooked, about how much she'd miss fixing him meals while on her trip. His stepsister sat next to him at the table, her face in the Sunday funnies, and didn't say two words to anyone. End.

"An Episode in the Affair" H. Jekyll * * * * * Story Codes: MF, rom, cheat, voyeur; mm, ds; mast, oral, anal Copyright 2001, 2002 by H. Jekyll. Permission is freely granted to post on any site that does not charge for entrance, as long as full attribution is given to the author. The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. I appreciate comments and inquiries, even criticisms, and I promise to respond to them. Please send them to: [email protected] The H. Jekyll stories are archived in the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository, at: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/h_jekyll/ This is a revised version of a story originally posted at "Ruthie's Club" (http://ruthiesclub.com/), where the formatted and illustrated original can be found. * * * * * Afterward, each of them would remember their first sighting of the boys as the moment the change occurred. They shared this perception though they didn't later discuss it, and in fact both were wrong. It was a silly memory on the face of it, because it treated the boys as though they had some strange power to transform when in fact they were just youths. The true power lay elsewhere, and the change wasn't as quick as all that. Perhaps the Jardin Botanique itself played a role. Who knows what affects our desires? The gardens didn't necessarily conspire, but they were so awash in flowers and so filled with plants exotic to their eyes, even the grasses different from those back home, that the ordinary state of the world was undone. It may have made a difference that they were in Montreal, exploring the city without any knowledge of French and together only because of the unbelievable coincidence that had brought their meetings here simultaneously. It had to have helped that they could play for four days with no chance of discovery. When her husband had let her know he wasn't interested in seeing Quebec with her, she had thought both 'of course' and 'thank goodness.' Her lover's chore had been larger -- convincing his wife they should travel together some other time when he wouldn't be in meetings all day. Both were becoming practiced liars. When they first saw the boys, their sun was rising bright and pure and they were simply happy. They were nothing special, just ordinary lovers, ordinary adulterers, sweet, affectionate, still unused to living across the line from faithfulness. Their relationship surely would have wound down from the early intensity toward routine and comfort. The process had already begun, though they didn't recognize it. They had, to that moment, done all the ordinary things lovers do, walking everywhere hand-in-hand, stopping to kiss boldly at street corners, feeling each other under the table when they ate at sidewalk cafes. They did that afterwards, too, but it was different. * * * * * Because it was cooler than in the Carolinas, cool enough for her to wear sweaters in the mornings when they walked down to the old town for breakfast, he had gotten to hold her close often. They'd been separated only when each had called home and the few times each absolutely *had* to attend a session. They'd rush back to the little place she'd found on St. Denis, just outside the Latin Quarter and far from his room downtown, for romance. Such nice sex they'd shared. The first evening they had played until he was close to orgasm. He wasn't a fool about how often he could come, and so he'd interfered when she wanted to bring him over too early, the better to pleasure her properly afterwards. They had stopped to take a hot shower together, soaping one another and keeping each other bothered. After that she had stood under the heat lamp while he spread lotion all over her, ostensibly against the drying of Canada's winds, but really to extend her desire until they retired to the bed and crawled under the covers to continue their tryst. The second day there had been soft love early in the morning, before breakfast, then separation for meetings in the afternoon. In the evening they had lain in bed kissing in front of the TV for a long time before she climbed on top of him so they could sixty-nine and then fuck. He'd awakened around three a.m., surprised to find he was erect and horny again, but when he had tried to rouse her she hadn't even opened her eyes before saying, "Not now, darling, I'm so sleepy," and turning away. Morning brought their last full day. * * * * * They were not actually boys, at least not young ones though not yet adults, slim like boys, dark clothed and eyed, one appearing almost a man, the other little more than a child. When he first saw them the boys were walking side-by-side along the roadway that circles inside the gardens, their hands so close they touched every few steps but not so close that they couldn't deny their sexuality. He pointed them out and whispered that she should be worried they'd steal him away from her. He said that because the sun had just slipped out after a cloudy early morning, and her delight with the gardens crowded out her delight in his contact. He wanted to stop and kiss her, holding her from behind, but she would stand only for a moment before saying, "Come on, darling," and pulling him away to the next shrub or herb or flower. She did that in the tulip garden first, then in the others as they came to them. Not in the rose garden, since the roses weren't yet blooming, but there she broke away from him to run through some long, soft, grass filled with dandelions. No one in her neighborhood would suffer a dandelion to live, but she loved them, and here they were legion. When he threatened her with boys, she had just run to a row of lilacs that followed the perimeter fence and was smelling the flowers to pass the time while she waited for him to catch up. She glanced at the boys, but they couldn't compete for attention with that pink scent. Oh, she wasn't unloving, just distracted by other things. It was, after all, their third day, and the edge had been blunted enough to let her be drawn to other passions. In the Chinese Garden they saw the boys again. It was hardly a coincidence worth mentioning except that the couple had climbed the rock tower in the middle of the garden and, looking down, she saw them kiss. She looked, and then she looked again more slowly. She drew in a massive gulp of sweet air, grabbed the rail, and leaned outward. She knew gay men did that, but she'd never seen it, not really. She'd seen actors deep kissing once, in "Angels in America," and had been embarrassed by it. The boys' mouths were open and she could see everything. She had never really thought about it, not once, but now she could imagine the feel of mouth on mouth. She was possessed by the thought that each must taste like her lover. So that's what it's like. She turned away, paused, turned back. Their tongues must be caressing each other. Did they feel to each other like her lover? Were their tongues like his? "Look," she whispered, pulling him by his hand. The boys had stepped behind some yews and self-consciously looked around until the older-looking one again pulled the other's face to his. No one would have been able to see them from any direction except up. No one but the couple could see that the younger, slighter, more hesitant boy tried to pull away, and that the older one pulled him back and made him -- made him! -- kiss open-mouthed, while rubbing a palm slowly over his fly. Her lover made a move to draw her away but she shook her head and held the rail tightly. "Just a minute, sweetheart. Wait." She continued to watch them. Her mouth was slightly open but she was almost holding her breath. Had the boys looked upward they would have seen her peering into their little sanctuary. Just how much would they have seen? Her lips forming an oval? Her eyes fixed? Her sex pushed into the rail? The entire scene couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two. The boys parted and left the Chinese garden, walking northward, but not before the older boy had put the younger one's hand on *his* fly and said something that brought out a look on the other's face that was not exactly excitement but not exactly anxiety either. From the distance and the angle she couldn't tell. "Okay, we can go," she said brightly, as though she were finished looking at an interesting specimen of iris. But her eyes had changed. They left the tower and walked this trail and that, pretending to still explore the gardens, but her lover noticed how she no longer lingered at novel plants and that she always led him northward. She tried to cover her new preoccupation, a valiant, losing effort. She couldn't keep her attention on what she was saying, and she started to lose her sentences half way through. * * * * * The man found the boys first. They were off to the left, hand-in-hand, walking a path between hedges, looking around to see if other people were anywhere nearby. It was obvious what they wanted to do. He whispered, "There they are, love" in a tone that let her know he knew she was hunting. That brought her up short. She blushed exquisitely and turned away, taking a red that was brighter than the windburn on her cheeks. After a moment: "Was I that transparent?" "You were that transparent." "Oh God." Then, "Oh God," again. She looked around to him shyly, shy for the first time since they had broken their vows a month back. He was looking at her, then in the direction of the boys, then back at her, and she was so afraid of what he was thinking that she asked, "Do you think I'm disgusting?" "I think if we're going to stalk them, it's best that we move ahead and beside them, not trail behind." He made a soft smile and she jumped him, circling his neck with her arms, laughing in her relief and excitement, and making him stagger. "Thank you, darling. Oh I love you so much! I don't know what it is, what's going to happen, but I have to see it. It's so... I don't know exactly. I've never seen anything like that." "Well come on then." So it was that they circled ahead of the boys, hurrying forward, finding protected spots to spy from, as the boys walked further north into the area of the gardens devoted to trees and forests, the area that would be all but deserted. They spoke in whispers, waiting for an opening before sprinting hand- in-hand to the next hiding place. She was laughing under her breath at the wickedness of it all, and gasping from the running and from the odd passion sweeping through her. At each stopping point she hugged him and kissed his neck or all over his face or his chest. One time she knelt to mouth his penis through his slacks, then they were off again. * * * * * They had gotten far enough ahead that it was time to stop again, but there was no more cover, not for a distance. The trees were scattered, the earth between filled mostly with grasses and more dandelions. They couldn't go further and watch unobserved, so they stopped at the last really good bit of cover, a boulder of some sort with two enveloping junipers. He leaned back against the rock to wait, and she leaned back against him. He had his left arm around her waist and his right over her smooth chest. He enjoyed feeling her hard breathing and her heart pounding through her nipple. She lay her head back on his shoulder and he kissed her neck. He didn't give a damn if the boys came all the way up here, but something special was going to happen in any case. He lowered his left hand to the front of her pants and massaged her vagina through the cloth. She spread her legs, melted further back into him and leaned her cheek to his head, as close as they could be without fucking. Finally there they were, the boys, still walking northward, still hand-in-hand, the older almost continually reaching down to touch the crotch of the younger, now and again pulling the other's hand back to his crotch. She pushed back into him harder. It had to happen soon. A sudden fear. She turned her head to his ear and whispered, "There aren't any other hiding places! What if they come to ours?" "If they do, turn to me and we'll pretend we're making out. They should appreciate that. I know I will." On they came, ever closer to the couple, while she whispered to herself: Don't come here, not here, not to our place. Don't ruin this. Her lover's hand was steady in its massage, palm and fingers rubbing past her fulcrum, down and up. The boys didn't invade the lovers' nest. They walked past, and she whispered to herself: Stop now, do it now. Don't walk away from us! Her pleasure was rising. She wanted it to coincide with whatever the boys would do. And they did stop. It almost seemed that her thoughts commanded them. She felt her neck hairs rise, those lovely, fine, downy hairs her lover enjoyed nuzzling. They stopped at some kind of small tree, a birch or something, with branches that shot from the trunk about five feet up. The older boy grabbed the shoulders of the younger and twisted, twirled, pushed him to the tree, so his back was against it and he was facing the older one. This was where it would happen. "But they're out in the open! Anyone can see them!" She was so excited now that it was hard to whisper. Her words were almost masked by her breathlessness. "Yes. I think that's part of the thrill, that they could be caught. Not that there's anyone way out here to catch them. " No one but them. He moved his left hand back down to her vagina again and began fiddling. Not just rubbing, no, but feeling for lips, for a crease, for her slit, and massaging with two fingers and a thumb. She spread her legs a bit farther open and moved her hips just a little, but in a minute she whispered, "No. Not there." She grabbed his hand and positioned it better, over her clitoris, and pushed his fingers down to where she wanted him to rub. "Do it there, like this," and she moved his fingers to show him. During all of this her eyes stayed on the boys. There was nothing else in all the world. * * * * * When the older boy grabbed the younger one's arms and pulled them up to two branches, she leaned forward, pushing against her lover's arms. She would have pushed forward further if he hadn't held her, but he helped by leaning forward himself. The boys weren't more than forty feet away. The older leaned his face to the younger and spoke, and they were so close that the woman could hear them. She cursed herself for not learning French. The boys were as intimate as the adults, whose faces touched, cheek to cheek, while his fingers played with her sex. What was the older one saying? She was trying to pick out words, watching the younger boy grab the branches and hold them tightly, arms over his head, while the older one used a hand to pull his mouth open and lick him all the way around inside his lips. She saw them kiss wide-mouthed and the older pinch the child's nipples. He made a cry she could scarcely hear because it went into the other's mouth. Her lover pinched her pants, catching her labia, then moved the bundle about in a circle. She grunted, a whispered grunt. She felt pleasure, and heat from the friction of cloth moving against cloth, cloth moving over flesh. The older boy unfastened the little one's pants, baggy American-style pants, and yanked them down to his knees, letting his erection spring out. Such a sweet thing, not brown and red like her lover's but pale, without many hairs at the base. Not small, though, not as she'd imagined, a little boy's penis. No, he could fuck her with it. That knowledge added to her store of excitement and unloosed a quiver that was new to her, one that began far down inside her, beneath her labia, and spread out across her underbelly. Oh God, she thought, oh please. She felt her lover unfasten her pants and pull them down from behind. She shifted her hips to make it easier for him. He had to take his hand away from her sex for a moment to push her pants all the way past her knees, so she could spread her thighs for him. She was cooled by the air from hips to knees, and she felt open to the world. When his hand returned he moved it down to find her slit and began masturbating her directly, his fingers moving through her lips, slipping smoothly as though oiled. She was panting and trying not to moan, afraid she'd give them away. The older boy looked different to her now. He seemed almost a man, and for a second as she forced her eyes from the boy's penis to the young man's face, she wondered how she ever had considered him anything else. It was a man masturbating the boy, kissing him deeply and whispering something intimate. She couldn't, wouldn't look away as the man's hand grabbed the penis just behind the head and pulled it out and back. The boy's eyes were almost closed and his hips twitched. Her hips were twitching to her lover's hand. She thought: We're the same, we two, being done by our men. She was still trying not to groan, breathing fast, shallow breaths, and was getting close when she turned her face back to her lover's again and whispered, with luxurious breaths and squeaks for punctuation, "Darling, I wish that were you. I'd like it ... oh! ... I'd like it if you did that to a boy and let me watch. Oh! Oh! Don't make me come yet. Please! Not yet. Oh God. It isn't what I expected. I know I'll dream of it later. I'd get so excited if I saw you doing a boy." He didn't respond at first, not verbally, but he slowed his hand almost to a stop. Then, in her ear, "You *are* a perverted slut, aren't you? My slut." He took her earlobe in his lips and bit it softly, circled her ear with his tongue, then probed his tongue into her ear canal, all the while watching the boys and moving his penis up and down, feeling her ass through his pants. He was almost as close as she was, as the boy was. * * * * * At exactly that moment there was a change in key. The sky didn't change, or the colors, or the bird songs. Only their private world changed. The almost-man moved the hand that had been holding the boy's face, moved it all the way down below the hand he was using for masturbation, to his scrotum. The couple both knew what he was going to do before it happened. The woman didn't trust her insight, but she knew. The young man grabbed the boy's testicles and squeezed them hard. She jerked straight upward, almost dislodging the fingers her lover had been pushing up inside her. He jerked too, and forgot to stroke her. His penis pressed hard against his clothes. He thought: My God! Domination! Then: Oh goddamn it! This will disgust her. Don't get turned off honey. He needn't have worried. The boy writhed, stamping his feet on the ground, twisting, screaming aloud, then he let go of the branches and tried to free his balls. He was no match. The other let go of the erection and used that hand to slap his face, two, three times, fast, first one side then the other, then back. He put his face right up to the boy's and said something in the most intimate and conspiratorial tone she had ever heard, and the boy grabbed the branches again. "What's he doing? What's he doing?" She could hardly talk. Her lover couldn't answer right away. Finally, "He's hurting him, love, making him submit." He had trouble saying it because he was short of breath too. She looked at the boys, then to her lover, then back. She squirmed for a minute, pulled her arms tightly to her chest, and pushed herself even closer to him, as though shielding herself, after which she had eyes only for the boys. She tried to control her breathing, to slow it, but it came out in bursts, like a machine gun. Only a month before she couldn't have thought she would ever take a lover, couldn't have guessed her guilt would evaporate, that she would be at peace with herself. Now the maw yawned for her and she let herself slip down easily, like an oyster, hypnotized by the sight of the larger young man squeezing and now twisting the balls of the boy, his arm tensing and turning, the muscles and tendons in his hand and wrist showing the strength of the grip, the boy jerking his face back and forth, moaning but holding onto the branches, his face red and shining with tears, grimacing, trying to cry quietly. Finally the older one relaxed his grip and began to masturbate the boy again. Slowly. The pale penis had drooped, half drooped, but he played with the foreskin and the head and after a few minutes his magic hand brought it back. Its owner had stopped squirming, but she could still hear him gasping. He made little cries, too, high pitched boy's cries. His penis swelled and, after a minute, he pushed his hips outward. His chest and belly rose and fell, deeply and quickly, though they couldn't hear his breathing anymore, and he leaned his head back against the tree. Then the squeezing of the balls again, along with masturbation. It was sudden and the boy cried out again, until the pain was taken away while the masturbation continued. His penis swelled up more. Then a squeeze, then none. On and on it seemed. Every time the boy's balls were squeezed the woman pushed her feet hard against the earth and moved her hips, pushing her sex to her lover's fingers, not wanting him to go slowly anymore. She couldn't help making little sounds. Her lover refused to accelerate. He moved his hand so very slowly, she thought, and he whispered to her, "You're going to come when I let you, bitch. When I say." She was on the brink in any event, so he took his free hand from her chest and placed it over her mouth. He felt her mouth moving under the hand and her breath bathing the skin on top. His other hand, from thumb to index finger, was spread against her sex, spanning more than the length of her labia, and he moved it up and down in slow repetitions, up and down her slippery pussy, trying not to push his penis against her because he was so close himself. The older boy masturbated his victim faster. His hand moved out and in, almost a blur to her. She begged in her mind, do me faster. Then the boy started to come. He made a different cry, closed his eyes, and tried to push his penis toward the older boy. The woman could see spurts of semen shoot upwards and away from him, then fall to earth. As soon as he saw it start, her lover quickened his masturbation and she too started crying out and closed her eyes and pushed her sex to her lover's hand. Her orgasm would have been loud except for the hand that held back everything but squeaks. She didn't see the boy move his hips, out and back, or gasp for air. She thought she couldn't hold herself up and she began to sag into her lover. She was so caught by her bliss that she missed the boy feeling his balls squeezed again, missed his cry of pain, missed seeing him start to collapse. She pushed her hands down against her lover's hand, pushed it harder against her vulva, pushed her feet into the earth in front of her, and held her head back as far as it would go. Finally the boy let go the branches. His knees spread to the sides. He seemed to be held up only by the grips on his balls and penis. He sobbed and turned his head back and forth, put his hands to his scrotum, then to his face. The older boy let him go and he fell to the ground, where he cradled his balls and cried. The woman pulled her lover's hand away from her sex because now the sensation was too intense. * * * * * The next events had dream qualities. She lay against her lover in such lassitude, gasping, gasping, floating, not even holding herself up any more, trusting her lover's arms, feeling him nuzzle her neck, still interested in the boys but as one is interested in something distant. Pleasure still flowed through her, like a vibration. The older boy had waited. Now he acted. He said something to the boy, something in a commanding voice. The boy looked up, tried to rise, fell back and held his balls again. The older one grabbed his hair, pulled, and up rose the boy to his knees, still holding himself. The older one pulled his own pants down and brought his dick to the boy's face. It was a dark penis, she saw, a man's rather than a boy's, one that curved upward. Her lover caressed her hair as the boy used one hand to pull the penis to his mouth, still holding himself with one hand and listing to one side. He licked, then sucked in the head. He jacked it with his hand. The other said something and when nothing happened he slapped the boy again. The boy whimpered. She could hear him again. He raised his other arm from his crotch and used that hand to caress and tickle the older one's balls, gently, lovingly, while he fellated him. She saw that the balls were large and hairy. They were a man's too. He let the boy suck him for a few minutes before he began fucking his mouth. It became like a dance. The older drove his hips in and back, pushing at the boy's mouth. The boy moved his head and shoulders, trying to be good without gagging, trying to close his lips around the big cockhead, jacking and caressing. They couldn't see much of his face because the older boy's ass blocked the view. She wished he would turn a little to the side. Dreamlike. There was almost no sound at all, at least nothing human. Birds, wind, something unidentifiable at a great distance. The young man broke the silence with a loud groan and pushed his prick as far in as he could and it was clear he was coming. The boy took as much in as he could, still caressing those balls and jacking the thing, and after a minute it was clear he was swallowing. One could see his throat move as he did it. When the boy was finished swallowing the young man simply pushed him away, so that he again fell to the ground. The older one pulled his pants up, putting away his man's penis. He zipped and fastened his pants, turned, and walked away to the south as though nothing had happened. He went right past the couple's hideaway with his hands in his jacket pockets. The abused boy was slow to move, but gradually he rose, again holding himself protectively. He was slow to fasten his pants. When he was finished he lurched after the other in a half-stagger, one hand wiping his face, the other held at his crotch. His head was down and he was whimpering as he passed the couple. * * * * * They stayed still until the boys were completely out of sight. Not completely motionless. Her lover kept caressing her hair. He had moved the hand he'd used to masturbate her up to her waist to hold her against him. She might have folded to the ground otherwise. He ran his lips along her eyebrows, her cheekbones, and the side of her neck. When she had recovered enough she pulled out of her lover's arms, turned around, and sank to her knees. She didn't bother to pull her pants back up. Neither said anything. She unfastened his belt, unsnapped his slacks, and unzipped him. She looked up and down: up to his face, down to her task. She pulled his pants and underwear down, starting to hurry. His penis was dark and red, like the young man's, but his hair was shot through with gray. She pulled the prick to her mouth. How had the boy done it? She took it in mainly with her lips, tried stretching her lips across the head all the way to the ridge, though the head was really too large and meaty for that. This must be about right. She rubbed it with her tongue. She didn't hurry, just rubbed as hard as she could with her tongue, first on the top, then on the underside, and at the same time jacked him and sucked. She wished she could know exactly what the boy had done. He must know so much more about this than she ever could. As she tasted his meat her lover moaned, a new thing. He'd always been such a quiet lover, enough that she had to rely on his breathing and body to tell how much pleasure she was giving him. First a moan, then he said something in a heavy voice. "My sick little slut. Suck it, slut. It's what you want. Suck it!" He put both his hands on her head, on the sides, near her jaw, and began moving his prick in and out of her. They danced the dance of the boys, he pushing for depth while she tried not to gag or be asphyxiated. She tasted the silky skin below the head and kept sucking him, trying to give him the most pleasure. He said, "Suck it" as he exhaled. He groaned again and began moving his dick fast, and then he shot a spurt of semen so strongly that she coughed when it hit the back of her throat, though she managed to hold it all inside her. He kept saying "Suck it" until he was finished. * * * * * All the way back to the hotel they were solemn. They didn't speak as they walked back down the garden road, arms around waists. They looked to each other, then away, as though each was ashamed at being found out. They didn't speak in the car until he took a wrong turn, and then the words were few and perfunctory. She bathed. She came out of the bathroom in panties, her body slightly damp. Wet strands of hair clung to her chest and back. He told her to stand there while he used a large bath towel to dry her the rest of the way, rubbing briskly even over her nipples. When he finished the nubs poked out from her chest. He had packed baby powder. She lay on the bed, first on her stomach, then on her back, while he powdered her from feet to neck. He pulled off her panties to powder her vagina and ass, but he didn't concentrate on them, not just yet. He hadn't undressed. Finally they talked. With her cheek resting on his shoulder she put her lips close to his ear. "Darling, I've never had an experience like that. In all my life." "I could tell. And me too, love." After a moment, "If I'd known that was lurking in you I'd have ordered up a helping of boys long ago." "Well, if I'd known it was lurking in me I'd have *told* you to order up a helping of boys long ago. But don't tell me they didn't excite you just as much as me. You turned into such a monster." He ignored the last sentence. "They didn't excite me. You excited me. Damn, you did! Not the boys. You know you won't get your wish of seeing me fuck one." She smiled and stretched, running her feet as far down his legs as she could reach. She felt sexy, being naked and powdered while he was still dressed, and talking about what had happened. "You're a big liar. You can't tell me you didn't love watching them. Especially watching the big one hurt the little one." "Uhn-uh, sweetheart. I liked your watching them and I loved sexing you while you did it. I'd like to do it again." She could see he was erect under his fly. She ran a hand over it lightly. Oh my. "Am I going to get lucky again, my sadistic, homophobic lover?" "If you play your cards right, sister. And I'm not homophobic." "You can't fool me." She made up a rhyme: "Homo-phobic, Homo-phobic, really wants another dick," and she sing-sang it until he started tickling her, which led them to wrestle. He got her arms behind her back and kissed her to shut her up. They kissed for a few minutes, but when they pulled apart she wasn't finished. The moment her mouth was free she teased, "You know, I bet you'd really rather be sexing a boy than me." "You know, with these teeny tiny titties of yours you could almost *be* a boy." "Oh you bastard!" She pounced on him and they wrestled across the bed, rolling almost off the edge, then back. She was wildly enthusiastic, and he was afraid of hurting her, so it took a few minutes before he was atop her, his face almost touching hers, her hands trapped beside her head. Now that he had a good look he saw that her eyes had that look from the Jardin, desirous, almost desperate. She was panting, not just winded from the wrestling. She was afraid to tell him what she was thinking, but she forced herself. "Darling, you could do it," she said. "You could if you wanted to. You could treat me like the boy. I'd be a little toy for you to use." He stared down at her and didn't say anything at all. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, her neck, never letting go of her wrists. She thought he was going to find a way to change the direction of the conversation. No. "If you were my toy I'd make you do things." She stopped breathing entirely for a moment, then her chest pushed against his, up, down. Her neck and chest grew red. What would she say? His weight smothered her. Her hands were useless. She was helpless, small, somehow close to tears, and her chest and stomach were filled with that strange moving current. She swallowed and blinked before answering in a tiny voice, "I'd like ..." She hesitated, reconsidered her words. "I'd have to do anything you told me." "What if you hated it?" Almost breathlessly, "You could make me do it anyway. I wouldn't have a choice." A silence while he kissed her sweetly. "If you were my toy I'd fuck your ass and make you like it." Another silence. These weren't empty words. They gazed at each other, exploring each other's faces. Finally she whispered, "Tell me what I have to do." * * * * * Her head was almost to the headboard, resting on a pillow and turned to the side. She had drawn her knees as far up under her as she could. He was smearing antibiotic ointment around her anus with his right hand. It was the only grease they had between them. With his left hand he played with her vagina, his thumb deeply in her and his fingers strumming across the front. He pushed his right thumb into her ass and moved it back and forth. A twitch was her only sign of noticing. Next, two fingers. He turned the hand clockwise, then counterclockwise, masturbating her with the left hand all the while. She said "Oh," in what was mostly breath, and held the sheets beneath her tightly, so tightly that her knuckles went whiter than her fingers. Three fingers inside her. She whimpered and turned her head this way and that. Her knees began sliding down the sheets. He drew out his right hand and slapped her ass as hard as he could. The sound was loud. Her cry was loud, full of shock, but his reply was quiet. "Keep your knees up. Do what you're told." There was a bright pink handprint on her ass that matched his right hand. He watched it as she drew her knees up. She was making a tiny sniveling sound, like a person with mild asthma, more a wheeze than a whimper. "Now spread them further." She spread her knees as wide as she could, so that her anus and her pussy were completely visible to him. He went back to playing with them. He pushed the three fingers back into her rectum and began twisting them again, and she continued to make little high-pitched whimpers, but she held herself still. When he thought she was ready he told her to hold the position while he got up and took off his clothes. He took his time, to make her continue displaying herself, and when he came back he could see that the strain of holding herself just so was causing her to tremble. He spread ointment on his dick, knelt behind her, and held his dick head against her anus. "Push out, now, like you're going to go." She did while he pushed in, and in a few seconds the head was inside. The feeling was so intense that he pushed all the way in immediately, and she cried louder and said, "Oh God!" He couldn't believe the sensation. He had intended to stop moving for a few minutes and masturbate her while she adapted to it, but the sensation was so much more intense than when he fucked her vagina that he couldn't resist another plunge. He pulled back until everything but the head was out, and then pushed in again. Oh, Jesus. She made a sound when he pushed in, something between a groan and a grunt, with a big, breathy exhalation, but she didn't say anything else. Now to pleasure her. He'd brought over the vibrator, but he wanted to save it for a last measure. Instead of using it he reached down past her side, in front of her legs, to her sex and grabbed the whole thing in his hand, labia and all. Then he squeezed the folds toward each other until they came together in a kind of roll, a faux penis, and he began to jack her. He wanted to treat her as much like a boy as he could. He jerked the mass forward and back, making sure that at the front of the stroke the mass rolled against her clitoris. After a few slow strokes he sped up. Her breathing was interrupted by a long "ohhhh," which could have been either pleasure or hurt. She still didn't say anything. He began fucking as slowly as he could make himself, while he jacked her, afraid that if he sped up he'd come too soon. She changed over from occasional sounds to those beautiful pleasure cries, which grew shorter and faster as he jacked her faster. Her back muscles tightened, her head drew back, and she huffed out her first words, "Now, darling, please. Please." Only then did he use the vibrator to bring on her orgasm, not stifled by his hand this time, and at the same time he fucked her in full, fast strokes and came while she was in mid-cry. * * * * * Her legs had given out, sliding down the bed, and he was lying atop her. She hadn't stopped panting when he rolled off her to let her breathe more easily. Looking down, he found no mess at all, but there was a smear of blood along the side of his penis. "Lie still, love. I'll be a second." She didn't open her eyes. She still hadn't moved when he returned. With the hot cloth he cleaned her ass tenderly, brushing around and a little into her anus. He was as gentle as when he had cleaned his firstborn. He didn't find any more blood, but he held the cloth to her ass for a few minutes to be sure and then massaged a large glob of ointment into her with his fingers. After that he lay down next to her, and only then did she, barely, open her eyes. She took his hand and kissed it, smiled at him, and closed them again. He lay next to her, a hand on her back, and dozed. She was still lying on her stomach when he came out of afterglow. He began to stroke and arrange her hair. Though most of it flowed down her back, some strayed across her face and a few strands were tangled. He pulled errant hairs back and petted the lovely mass of it. Once her hair was completely untangled he ran his fingers through it several times and played with it gently. More time passed before she lifted her head a little and yawned. She turned slightly toward him on her side and put a hand on his chest while he slid an arm under her head. She dozed again almost immediately. He continued to caress her hair. "My girl." She opened her eyes again, once more just barely. "You're my girl. You can be my boy any time you want, but you're my girl all the time." She smiled up at him and moved her hand to his cheek. End.

"Interview" H. Jekyll (FF, cons, oral, reminiscence) Copyright 2001 by H. Jekyll. Permission is freely granted to post on any site that does not charge for entrance, as long as proper attribution is given to the author. The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. I appreciate comments and inquiries, even criticisms. Yes I do. Please send them to: [email protected] The H. Jekyll stories are archived in the Authors' section of the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository, at: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/h_jekyll/ This story first appeared at "Ruthie's Club"(http://ruthiesclub.com/), where a formatted and illustrated version can be found. * * * * * Why do you want me to tell you about a first time, Henry? Typical man. Want a gay girl story to get yourself hard, huh? Oh sure, like it's really going to help your writing. Yeah, that's the ticket. Well, why do you want it to be about her, Henry? There have been several women. Why her? Henry, be serious for a minute. Friend or not, that's pretty personal stuff you're asking about. I know that. A first time is special, and different. It's also the most private. Look, I don't really feel comfortable about this. You've known her as long as I have. Why not just interview her directly? You know she has this little crush on you. No, not just as her "guy" friend. Because I can read the signs, that's how. Who knows? She might even let you fuck her. (laughs) All right. I'll do it, but damn it Henry you keep pushing like this and one day you're going to push me too far. Okay, yes I was the first woman who ever sexed her. I might be the only one. I think I am the only one, and it almost didn't happen at all. Why? Well, partly because she was so unsure of what she wanted and so afraid. That's always part of the puzzle. It didn't help, though, that I was wearing my Brando outfit. You know, the captain's hat, black leather jacket, black jeans, black boots. Well why shouldn't it be Brando? You know I'm a fifties sort of girl. Oh cut it out! (laughs) I am not like that all the time. You know I'm like that woman-what's her name?-in the comic strip, the one who's a mousy little thing most of the time, but once in a while takes on this biker persona. No, not "Cathie." (laughs uproariously) You yourself never would have guessed my alter ego if you hadn't bumped into me at that rave. It just happens that I was butched up nicely when I met her, and she probably took me to be Satan incarnate. Luckily for me she was looking for Satan. Or Lilith. Why was I attracted to her? Why are you attracted to anyone? Well, because she reminded me of myself when I first-what? Just a second. No thanks. I'm fine. Where was I? She reminded me of myself when I first came over. Henry, this life wasn't something I was born knowing about. I was so very normal. Well, I was married, I had two kids, and I was pretty happy. I liked sex with my husband, with Brian, okay. There weren't often fireworks, but it was nice. Okay, yeah, sometimes there were even fireworks, but mainly I thought I was just one of those women who aren't very interested in sex. I wanted to please Brian because I loved him, and I think I was a good lover to him. I know I was. No, it wasn't like that at all. Losing him was almost as hard as losing my children. That was the hardest part of becoming me. You know, things are never like you think they're going to be when you're young. (makes a really sad sigh) He was a dear man. He is a dear man. Let me tell you. I knew I was going to lose the kids in the divorce, and then, bam, he insisted that the decree say that I could see them whenever I wanted to. He went against his attorney's advice to do it. Yes, and I still see him sometimes, too. We have an odd relationship. It's about as good as it could be under the circumstances, I think. I'll tell you a secret, something no one but he and I know. We've even sexed a few times. Yes we have! But don't you dare tell anyone that or you're a dead sex writer. I thought we were going to talk about her. * * * * * Okay. She was sitting at one of the small, round tables on the edge of the room, not looking directly at anyone but peeking all around. She was dressed in her "oh-so-femme" best. I knew she'd never been to anyplace like this before. Well, because that's how I'd dressed and acted my first time. I was scared to death, Henry, trying to look like I fit in, afraid someone would hit on me but wanting someone to at the same time. I scarcely talked with anyone, and it was weeks before I went back. Yeah. (laughs) I know that's hard to believe, but it took me a long time to come out of my cocoon. Anyway, that's what she was like. Not a baby. More like a sad housewife. A little mousy under her makeup and somewhere in her thirties. You're a bastard, Henry! Yes, I desired her. I told you that. So I said I was "attracted" to her. How explicit do I have to be? But I felt for her, too. I'm not some kind of predator, even in my dykey persona. Oh, okay, yes, I was turned on by the idea of it being her first time. Who's telling this story, you or me? I also thought I could make it sweet and loving for her, and get her past that threshold. She was like me in that she was alone and was trying not to look like a newbie. She didn't know anyone, just nursed a single drink and pretended to watch the dancing. You know some woman come in here with their friends, playing "tourist," but then come back later, alone. It helps them get an idea of what the place is like. Not her, though. Not a chance. She had made herself up and screwed up her courage and just came on in. She had to be as miserable as anyone can be. Because she wanted to make that transition but was afraid to do it. You know, that old approach-avoidance behavior. Henry, for a social scientist you sometimes seem pretty much out of it. She wouldn't have been there at all if she weren't pretty driven. Trying to become what everyone despises. If she was like I'd been, she was confused about herself and afraid that life was going to pass her by. Trapped. (a pause; her voice becomes quiet, pensive) When I turned I felt so trapped. I cried whenever I was alone because my whole life seemed to be a fraud. I began to hate it when Brian wanted sex, and after awhile this became an issue between us. At first he thought it was his fault, then he wondered if I were having an affair. As if ... you know it would probably have been better if I had. * * * * * Eventually I'm going to have to tell you about my whole coming out, aren't I? Do you always get your way? (laughs; her smile looks too bright to me, the kind one uses to push down sad thoughts) Well, no, you're not going to get that, but if you did I promise it would be the best loving you ever had. (laughs loudly) I'll tell you Henry. Yes. But it's a little hard for me, Henry, even though we're friends. Please stop teasing, okay? * * * * * Okay, I was in my early thirties and knew next to nothing about lesbianism. I didn't even know if I knew any. I was so naive. Living in a university community, with degrees and political friends and alternative shops and all, it now seems impossible that I would have missed everything going on around me. There was even a little radical-lesbian-feminist bookstore that I walked past all the time, and I don't think I ever paid it any attention at all. What happened to me was nothing. It was so minor. No one I've told about it believes it could possibly have been the start, but it was. Remember "LA Law"? Well, I was watching it and saw the episode where the two women attorneys kissed. It was like boom. It just happened. I remember being so struck by it. Everything changed for me right then. You know how people say someone is "thunderstruck?" Well I was. Yes, I've seen "Ally McBeal" and "Friends." All that lesbo-hetero kissing seems so manipulated, though, for sweeps week or something. "LA Law" was the first of them, and I'd never have believed that it could happen. It took me by surprise. Yes it did. It was like I was thrown up against a wall or something. I remember everything, Henry. The way I was sitting, what I was wearing, all of it. I watched the rest of the show, hoping against hope they'd do something more. Of course they didn't. This was TV, for goodness sakes. All they were going to do was tease. Nonetheless... I remember getting irritated when they broke for commercials. I was so turned on that night that I attacked Brian, something I never did, but the whole time we were fucking I was fantasizing that it was with a woman. No, I don't think I had ever had any desire for women before that. That's the strange thing. Believe me I've thought about it a lot. I must have been ready in some way, but I didn't know I was. It's one of the ways I'm different I guess. I've talked with friends who came out after they were adults, some who hadn't been at all gay before, and all of them went through more of a progression, even had some childhood or teenage feelings, but not me. It was like I was hit by lightening. Anyway, I couldn't stop thinking about it. What was it like to sleep with a woman? What was it like to feel her body? I had to know more. I had heard about "Personal Best," with Mariel Hemingway. No, this was a few years after the movie came out. No pun intended. So I rented it one day when I knew I would be alone in the house. This was before Internet sex became available. That early scene in the movie, where the two of them kiss and then start to make love ... I couldn't get enough of it. I kept playing it and rewinding. It was like I went crazy over it. Henry, I've never told a living soul this, but I started masturbating and coming. I almost never did either back then. I did it over and over. God, my vagina all around my clitoris got so raw that for about three days afterwards I had to keep it slathered with petroleum jelly. This is so embarrassing. Why do I tell you these things? I rented other movies, looking for explicit sex, and I began searching out books. That's when I first visited that little lesbian bookstore where I first saw a poster for the club. I came here about a week later, because Brian was away at a conference. Like I told you, I basically kept to myself the first time. The second time was about three months later. I was crazy with hating myself and not knowing about myself and wanting a woman to love-any woman. I had thoughts of killing myself. (she stops talking and puts her face down into her hands for a moment; I'm tempted to try to comfort her, but I think she just wants to be alone with her thoughts for a moment) Henry, seriously, if you ever told anyone I couldn't forgive you. I couldn't. (she takes a deep breath) Once I was there I tried to act like I was open to people, but I still didn't know what to do. It didn't matter because in a little bit I was picked up by the most amazing woman. No, you wouldn't know her. She just walked up to my table and said, "Hello, I'm Amy." Just like that. No, it's not that Amy. It isn't even her real name. A lot of people still use nyms in here. What? No! She wasn't extreme at all. Just because I like to play roles doesn't mean that everyone does. Okay, I know you're teasing, Henry, but please don't. Not now. I'm trying to do this for you, but it's awfully hard. Just let me tell it my way. Okay. Okay. I'm not angry. Anyway, as I said, she sat down, as comfortable as anyone could be, and started talking. That helped me a little. Then, in a few minutes, she put her hand on my arm. It seems so silly now, such a little thing, but when she did that I couldn't say anything at all. It was like I was under a spell. I wasn't completely sure she was going to do anything with me, and I was afraid I might drive her away, so I didn't even move. She asked me if I wanted to dance. There was a slow number playing. She took my hand and just kind of pulled me up. On the dance floor she took the lead, so it was easy for me. But oh my God it wasn't the same. It wasn't like dancing with a man at all. She was shorter than me, and soft all around. It's hard to explain exactly what the difference was, there are so many things. They make it completely different. The thing that struck me then, and that stays with me after all this time, was the way our breasts pushed against each other. Even though I was still half terrified, I didn't want that ever to end. I kept pushing up against her, and after a couple of minutes she brought both of her arms down to my waist and just reeled me in. Oh Lord. (she is silent for several seconds) I had both arms around her neck, and then she started kissing me. She just leaned over and did it. No, it wasn't hard for me at all. * * * * * That was the first difference from the story you want to hear. In that one we didn't kiss on the dance floor. I did sit with her and invited her to dance, and she said yes. But she was stiff in my arms. When I tried to kiss her she turned her head aside, just far enough so that I got the edge of her mouth, not her lips. I thought maybe she wasn't interested in me, but when I asked if she'd like to sit down she said 'no' and held on to me. I didn't know what was going on with her. It was much later before she let me kiss her, and she finally did let me touch tongues. No. I never thought she didn't truly want to be there. Why would she be? Orders from her master? (laughs) She was completely uncertain, scared to death about what she was doing. * * * * * Myself, when I first kissed Amy I was filled with pleasure from the start. The kissing was different. Her mouth wasn't at all like a man's, so much smaller and smoother. Not big and scratchy like yours would be. We kissed with just our lips until the song ended, then we stood on the dance floor kissing and sort of faux dancing until the next song started. You know, I remember the smell of her perfume. It was "Obsession." Yes, I was. Completely turned on. If I'd rubbed myself on her leg I think I would have come right then. I didn't care that people might look at us. By then I was in love with her. (She stops talking again and looks off into space, at nothing. For I moment I think she may break off the interview) When the next song began we danced some more, but mainly we moved on to deep kissing. This wasn't tongues-to-the-tonsils nonsense, but open-mouthed exploring of each other's mouth. And souls. On the floor, bodies squeezed up against each other, everything. I've never had an experience quite like that, before or since. No, I wanted sex. By then I really wanted it, but I could have done just that all night long I think. As soon as the number ended she asked if I would go with her to her apartment. What could I say? (a very small laugh) * * * * * We rode in her car, not too far, and I didn't say a word the entire time. I got more and more scared, away from the club, in a strange car, going I didn't know where with a stranger. She was fine, though, and kept talking as though nothing were going on. When we got there she let me walk up the stairs without touching me. I don't know how much I can tell you about that. I remember only a little about how the apartment looked. She had antiques, books, old prints. She was a Medievalist. I guess she still is. (her eyes fill with tears, which she blinks away) I remember things about the apartment in general, but not the details. I remember it was beautiful. I just stood there and she went around lighting candles and incense and a little gas-log fireplace. Did I tell you it was a chilly night? She had a couch in front of the fireplace that she folded open into a bed. I was watching this but not moving, just standing where I had been when she took my jacket. I wasn't sure I was going to stay, really, but-and this sounds really silly-it seemed rude to leave. Nothing seemed real to me. Finally she came over to me with two glasses of deep red wine. I do remember that. She gave me a glass and said: "You've never done anything like this before, have you?" I didn't know what to say. She could see right through me. I wanted to seem cool, but I was a baby. I couldn't even talk. I shook my head just a little. "Well, here's what we're going to do: nothing." "Huh?" I know I said something like that. "We don't have to do anything. We can kiss a little, and maybe touch each other, like back in the lounge. If you feel brave we can go further." I didn't say anything, but I remember I almost started crying because it took so much pressure off me. "Is that okay?" Of course it was. We sipped some wine and she told me how beautiful I was and how my being so uncertain made me even lovelier. After a bit she took the glasses away and came back and kissed me. I could do that. We kissed standing up in front of the bed, and then she began playing with my breasts through my blouse and bra. Henry, it was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to me, I think because it was my first time. Yes, I'll tell you, as much as I remember. She did several things to me. She tickled my nipples, pinched them, caressed the skin of my breasts-yes, through my blouse-and she squeezed both breasts hard. I just stood there. I think my arms were at my sides and I was staring at her hands, no, at her hands and her face, back and forth. That's right. She had, I don't know, a look of concentration. I remember feeling it was odd, but whatever her look it didn't matter. She could have enslaved me right then. After a bit she unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my skirt, and started slipping everything off me. When it was time to get my bra off she kissed me, and while she did that she reached around and unfastened it, so when she stepped away the bra came with her and my breasts just tumbled out. I can't describe my state, standing there in just my panties with this strange woman playing with my body and kissing me. No I didn't have an orgasm, not yet, but it was such an intense erotic feeling, like a kind of extended orgasm or something. It was . . . . (she is silent for a moment) I can't, I really can't describe it. How do you describe real excitement? Oh, there are so many things. My chest was tight the whole time, but there was a strange, floating feeling in it, like when an elevator suddenly drops. And I felt little vibrations. My head felt full of pressure and to my mind the whole world was a dream. I think I gasped and made little noises. I didn't care. No, it wasn't any one thing. It was being naked in front of a woman, having her see me. And it was having her play with my body. Later, when I saw her naked and played with her body, I had those feelings all over again. Okay. She put her mouth on my nipple and sucked on it and I started begging her to go on. I couldn't help myself. Henry, you'll laugh when I say this. It was religious. Or spiritual. I wasn't just horny. It was like I had been transported to another world, and the usual rules didn't apply. So, yes, I was begging her, but it was okay. When her hands touched me it was different from Brian's hands, or any man's hands, and when she mouthed a nipple, oh my. It was charged in a way I'd never experienced. At some point I started hiccupping. Yes I did. (smiles) So she started kissing me deeply again. She said she wanted to capture some of my hiccups, so that I would have to be hers forever. * * * * * It was right afterwards that she pulled my panties down and began petting me between my legs. It was the first time she had touched me there at all. I was so high that it put me over the top almost instantly. I came right away. Listen, Henry, it wasn't just that I had an orgasm. It rolled out of me like, like this enormous tsunami. I felt it rush through my whole body, through every part of me. Every part! I got dizzy and everything went black. Really. I saw little black spots in front of my eyes. No, more like a black mist than individual spots. I had to sit down on the bed. I half fell. Then I think I must have passed out for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew I was lying on the bed and she was sitting beside me, looking down at me with a worried expression and caressing my forehead. So that was my first time, Henry. It was so-what?-overpowering. That's such an inadequate word. Just having her touch me was overpowering, even though men had touched me many times. And having her see me naked. Oh God. To this day I become aroused if a woman sees me naked, even in a dressing room. * * * * * No, we weren't done. Here I was naked and panting on the bed, and she was completely dressed. She was in charge. There was no doubt about that. Anyway, she brought in some more wine, and we kissed while I recovered. She played with my body some more and got me high again. It was as easy as that for her (snaps her fingers). Then she told me to take her clothes off her. Henry, it happened all over again. I started taking her things off and those same feelings in my head and chest and all over stated again. When I saw her naked I couldn't look at anything else. I mean I had seen naked women before, and had just been a little uncomfortable, but this! Her body wasn't at all like I imagined it would be. Her breasts were especially fascinating. I couldn't take my eyes off them, and I couldn't stop touching them. No, I ran my palms and fingers all over them, every inch, again and again. I lifted them and pulled on them, nipped her nipples and gave her hickeys on them. You know, I have some radical feminist friends. Don't go there. You know exactly who I'm talking about. Anyway, they complain about how over-eroticized women's bodies are, especially our breasts, but damn I think it's a blessing for lovers. Now I feel sorry for cultures where breasts aren't considered erotic. What? Well, yes I'd touched my own breasts thousands of times. I even played with them sometimes. It isn't the same, though. I think I could never get enough of another women's breasts. They really aren't at all like I thought they would be. Maybe you should play with another man's cock and find out how different that is than playing with your own. (laughs) * * * * * Okay, back to my first time. You don't think I've broken the spell? (laughs) Well, I'm turning myself on and I'll have to find some sweet woman after I'm done here. (laughs again) There were two things about that first time, about her, that I want to tell you more about: her breasts and her pussy. No, I like to call it a pussy, because it sounds dirty. You'd like to be in my pussy right now, wouldn't you? Yeah, right. Her breasts. That's where I stopped so let me start there again. I gave her all those hickeys. I really, really, liked nipping her. I don't think anyone had ever done that to her. No, I don't know where I got the idea. The skin was so white that it was almost translucent, though she was almost olive complexioned. I could see blue veins under the skin. I started biting and sucking and I know it hurt her a little. She started making little cries herself. You know, "oh, oh." Then she began saying, "Please, don't. Oh, not that," and so forth. But I don't know how serious she was. She had her arms around me and her hands on my head, and even as she was asking me to stop she was pulling me in harder. I don't know if I could have gotten out if I'd wanted to. Which I didn't, as you know. It was the first time she'd acted like I was in charge and it made me still hotter. I wouldn't have thought that was possible. It was what made me adopt this persona later, that power game. Yes, sweet little Mary Sunshine during the day and Cruella DeVille at night. (she pauses) It was something else I didn't know about myself. How many more things are there? (she shakes her head, as though waking herself) When I finished, her breasts were just covered with marks and she was sweating and panting. I simply pushed her down on the bed and pulled off her panties. I remember her lying there looking up at me with an apprehensive expression, and that now I was in charge. No, I don't remember when that switch happened. Henry, this was the first time I had ever done anything at all! It isn't as though I was waiting for it or planning it or anything. She lay there looking up at me, and she had the most enormous thatch of curly pubic hair, dark brown. She had so much that I later found out she shaved it from the tops of her thighs and her belly and even around her ass. She shaped it into a perfect "V." So I started giving her head. No, it was easy. Earth calling Henry! Do you remember how I said everything was different? I didn't have any problem kneeling between her legs and eating her. I might have started a little slowly, just because I wanted to experience her smell and her taste. Yes, I loved them too. Oh my how I loved them. Especially how she tasted. No, the whole thing. Except that I got some pubic hair in my mouth. Well, that wasn't hard. Cunnilingus had been my favorite thing in sex with men, so I just did what I liked having done to me. Oh yes, it worked all right. (laughs) It worked on me too. I think I enjoyed it almost as much as she did. I know I felt powerful, licking or sucking or biting a little on her and watching her respond. It was so good that as soon as she came I made her eat me, too, without letting her recover first. So I came again and then we lay together, snuggling and dozing. You know how. The end wasn't good. We suddenly woke to find that it was 12:30 and I had a babysitter with the kids. I had to call and apologize and we rushed to get dressed and get back to my car so I could hurry home. Then I got a ticket on the way, because I was driving too fast. (laughs) I say it wasn't good, but looking back on it, it was hilarious. * * * * * Actually, telling you about my first time reminds me of the first time with your little friend. Get me another drink and I'll tell you why. Okay. Thanks. Well, as I said she reminded me of myself, but she was even more stiff, wouldn't kiss in the club, and so forth. I had just about decided that she wasn't ready for anything, and I started telling her goodnight, when she asked if she could go to my apartment with me. Yes, just out of the blue. It was the last thing I expected. Of course I agreed! (laughs) It's so close by that we walked, but she wouldn't hold my hand while we walked, or even look directly at me. I tried to talk with her, but it was all one way. It seemed to take forever to get there. In my place she sat on the sofa - you know, right by the window, where I have that beautiful glasswork you gave me. Okay. She sat on the sofa and I sat on the coffee table facing her. She still wouldn't kiss me, and turned her head when I tried. Finally I just told her that I didn't think she was ready for this and that I would take her back to the club. You know what she did then? She asked me to kiss her. But she was so stiff that I swear she almost seemed phobic. She did finally loosen up, though, and we even Frenched. Then when I tried to touch her breast she froze up again! (makes a sound of exasperation) What did I do? What could I do? I asked her if she was sure she wanted to stay. I told her we would go very, very slowly. Then I started rubbing the tip of just one breast. When she was okay with that I did the same to the other. Then I Frenched her and did both breasts at the same time. This was getting serious! She never did anything on her own, but she started letting me do whatever I wanted. When I started unbuttoning her blouse she began to shiver. She gets the most lovely blotchiness when she gets excited, Henry. I swear you should fuck her and we can compare notes. (laughs) Well, I got her about ninety percent undressed, out of everything but her panties, and then - poof! - she asked me if I had a lot of tattoos. Don't ask me. I guess because I was still wearing my jacket and all. She must have thought I was one of those girls who are all covered in body art, and of course all I have is this little four leaf clover on my shoulder blade, the one I got before I was even married. So, anyway, I told her I'd show her everything. Then I did a little strip tease for her, one item at a time, swinging my jacket before I dropped it, the whole nine yards. When she saw my body she relaxed a lot. I took off everything and then pulled down her panties, and we basically made love. One more thing, though. I did do a little power playing with her. I was tired of her being so hesitant, so teasing, so I got on top of her and held her down and told her I was in charge. I would decide what to do and she would obey me. You know what she said? She said "Yes ma'am." Yes she did. A natural submissive. I tested her. I bit her nipples until I was sure I was hurting them and when she tried to push me away I slapped her face. Twice. Really. Then I told her to hold her hands at her sides and I bit her some more. She cried out but didn't move any more. No, I wasn't a total dominatrix, though it's not to say I wasn't tempted. Lord it was wonderful. But I got sweet and sexed her. As you never get tired of saying, I'm a cunning linguist, and I was cunning enough for her. She finally got wound up and really, really hot, and came. Then I made her eat me, too, which she didn't want to do. What I did ... what I did was to put my belt around her neck and make it tight. I did, Henry. She wouldn't do me and I was determined to conquer her. I made it tighter and tighter. Henry, her face was so red before she finally put her mouth to me. Then I took the loose end and whipped her with it until she was done - until I was done. What? Oh. Uh, well, about eight or ten strokes. Not that hard, but they did leave some marks. Yes, it was so good, so very good. Jesus! I haven't done that with any other woman, with any other person. Nothing that extreme. It swept the dam away for her, Henry. Now, every few weeks I have her come over. Straight to my place. Again, no pun intended. No, I don't think she ever goes to the club anymore. I'll have to tell you all about what happens another time. I really have to go now. Anyway, to give you a tease, a couple of times I tied her and whipped her a little. Not that much, or that hard. Enough to sting. I make her do different things, always including using her mouth. She has a sweet mouth, now that she knows how to use it. She gets hot and she always comes beautifully. You know, true confessions time. Some day I might really hurt her. I'd like to take things a little further, you know? Oh sure, what am I thinking? Of course you know! (laughs) So that's my little story. Was it helpful? Did it turn you on? No I don't want to see the evidence! (laughs). * * * * * (So we hugged and kissed on the lips and you left. That was it, so you thought, but it wasn't. It isn't. You don't know the half of it, my darling. You tell me things and you think we're oh-so-intimate, such co-conspirators. You don't know, really, don't know me, don't know what I'm after. We're intimate, but we're not. (You asked why I wanted to hear about you and her. I didn't. Why should I care about her? I've already fucked her, often. Telling me about her wasn't the point. It was telling me about yourself. That's what I'll accept in place of the real thing. (I loved your telling. Do you know that at times you would forget about me, and be looking through your mind's eyes? Your voice would change, your telling get more fluid, and then you'd be recounting what was actually happening in your memory. You were happy. (God knows you haven't been too happy for a long time, love. I know you have trouble keeping lovers, that the ones who like your dominant side all tend to be druggies or unstable or whatever, and-yes-that you're a bit unstable yourself. I'm sorry that you're alone. (I can't believe it is so bad that you would sex that jerk Brian, whom I never respected even before you divorced. Has he ever had an original thought, about sex or anything else? It's no wonder there were no fireworks. Weren't you astounded that he happened to come upon the idea of letting you have visitation rights with your kids? Do you think he thought that up himself? He'd need a coach in the bedroom to be able to do exciting sex, just like he needed me to tell him that your kids needed their mother. (You need someone with imagination and personality, someone frankly like me. I could make you hot just like you make our little mutual friend hot, and I'm not completely sure I won't do it some day. (I'm not sure at all that I could make you happy, though, not in the long run. I don't know if anyone could. I don't know if you're made for happiness. I'd like to try, but I fear it's not to be. You love me in your way, and I love you in mine. Maybe I love you in anyone's way. Never mind. What I can do is be there for you, and give you someone discreet to talk to. And give you little presents. (It is supposed to be more blessed to help someone when she doesn't know you're the helper, or even that she's being helped. Maybe this doesn't qualify, but I'll keep giving you your secret present anyway, dear. I'll keep making our little friend go over to your place for those afternoons you love so well. She's actually started to enjoy them, even to look forward to them, and maybe you'll be a bit happier for all that.)

Midsummer, by H. Jekyll August 2000 Copyright by H. Jekyll. Permission is freely granted to post on any site that does not charge for entrance, as long as proper attribution is given. The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. Please send comments, inquiries, requests, and criticisms to: [email protected]. I do enjoy corresponding with like-minded people. It is so nice to know one isn't alone in a world of normals. I am indebted to my critic and editor Maggie McGee ([email protected]) for wise counsel. MF, rom, slow/deliberate ============================================================== Midsummer H. Jekyll My love's hands are deformed. They were deformed at birth. If you see her on the street, or walk up to her at our library's reference desk, you will see that three fingers on her right hand are shortened and webbed, and her thumb is curiously shaped. Her left hand is more affected: all the digits are stubs, so that it looks something like a paw. On its own your face will swing to her hands. You won't notice, or will forget, her tired-looking eyes, always tired looking though green and bright, and though she never acts tired. It will be at later meetings that you will realize that her eyes are the centers of galaxies of freckles, or that her lips are full and her mouth is friendly. You won't be able to help yourself. You'll try to look only sideways, in glances, but you'll miss the auburn hair that brushes her shoulders. You might notice her breasts. I did. Her breasts are round, and they stand apart as though competing for your attention. Using only the library's poor reference collection, she solved a research problem for me before I officially started teaching at her school, and I noticed her breasts when I first saw her. But there were her hands too. I don't think she has any real limitations, but that isn't the point. Of course other children were cruel to her, and adults showed too much concern; with the best of intentions they focused attention on her hands, so she was always an outsider, always the different one. Oh, she developed an engaging way about her and was studious and competent. She even had boyfriends and was once a little wild, I think a little desperate. Everyone liked her, but she didn't believe that any man could ever really love her, because she was a freak. Well, she was wrong. -------------------------------- The library is a quiet place where she can meet people on her own terms, where her competence shows through, and where she can help people. Any library is holy to me, even a small one in a liberal arts college up in the hills. It was an auspicious place for us to meet, on my third day on campus, my office just set up, I jumping into research as part of the plan to start anew. The need for a reference librarian would give me a chance to learn something more about my new home and to talk with someone. The department was pretty vacant, it being summer, and there was no one in my empty apartment. She was efficient and still warm and friendly, and I saw immediately the things she did to take attention off her hands -- long, loose sleeves, holding her left arm a little behind her, keeping her right hand partly closed. I had written a book on stigma and the practices of people with stigmas, and I thought: Don't mention the damned book! And don't stare, either at her hands or away from them. We would get to them if we became friends. I thought: Look at her breasts. They're safe. We chatted for a bit, and I knew that she knew that I was trying to keep her hands from being a focus, and that she was resigned to it. I can't just ignore these things when I first encounter them anymore than anyone else can. You have to get past that first meeting. But her face and her breasts helped. She had been reading a copy of "Snow Falling on Cedars" when I came in, and she had put it down the wrong way, spine up. I asked what she liked most about the book: "Oh, the description of the landscape. I love the details of it, how beautiful and important it is, but I can't get past the irony of how it is finally just a setting for human conflict." I told her I had read it mainly for the sex, and she laughed, her tired eyes crinkling and her lips opening. She answered: "Then you must have been disappointed, since it was mostly unhappy or unconsummated." "What? There's some other kind?" After she laughed again, and looked around quickly to see if any rare summer patrons were offended by the noise, she talked about the issue of love between Japanese and whites in that period, and I said something enormously romantic like: "Today Asian American women have the highest out-marriage rate of any group in the U.S." We sociologists do have the golden tongue. But there was a spark, by God! I could feel it and, tired as they were, her eyes showed it. I leaned in toward her over the counter to talk. I was already wondering what excuse I could use to come back, but the time wore on, I looking for any sign that she needed to get back to work, or wanted to, and she showing no sign of either, instead coming up with new topics when we finished old ones. Finally I simply had to leave, and I must have forgotten to be concerned about her hands, because I just stuck out mine to shake hers. Oh shit! She had to shake it, of course, but I could see she was reluctant. Her hand was soft. -------------------------------- It was a dark wood house on a hillside. Deep twilight. The other hills stood out as blue-black shapes against the midsummer sky, and the shapes of trees were easy to make out. Close by, individual leaves were lit eerily green with moonlight. There were a few scattered houses in the distance, lighting the hills like large stars, and more were clustered down in the hollow. Above were the real stars, and one or two feathery clouds framed the moon. I was glad she was at the party because I didn't know many people yet, and because she was alone. We were both singletons. I'm sure that was planned by our hostess, to have equal numbers of men and women. It was too soon for people to have started trying to set me up with single women, the game I hate. I'd almost rather be alone. She was well- known enough for people to have stopped trying to set her up, so there were no pressures, and I could enjoy being with her. I circled the veranda, chit-chatting, learning the folklore of the school. She drifted aimlessly over to ask about my research, and pretended to be interested in it. We got drinks and went over to the railing, where we could watch evening mist sift out from the woods and set a backdrop for fireflies. There was a time when I would have gone on about my research until I had bored her completely. Times change. The moon lit her face while she told me about a grand sexual scandal that had led to the departure of a president a decade past. It was a great story, but I could see individual eyelashes. Even individual freckles showed, but not on her throat. That was pure cream. I had an idle thought about what she would do if I bent to kiss it on the line between shadow and light. I thought: Sweet cream lady, I could eat you with a spoon. What would you do if I said that out loud? Instead I asked: "You think Puck is down in those woods?" "Robin Goodfellow? Oh heavens no! I'm sure he's off on some errand involving a changeling. Oberon and Titania summer down there, though. It's a little known fact. And nights like this are reserved for passion, surrounded by all their court of fairies." "In a *group* no less! You know, I always lusted for Titania. And in these woods!" "Hand in hand, with fairy grace, will we sing and bless this place." My, she knew her Shakespeare, or at least *that* play. A lucky choice on my part. Or was it? By coincidence or not someone started a CD of Mendelsohn's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and we both suddenly had chill bumps. We had to laugh. Had someone been listening to us? It would be too eerie otherwise, but the night had now gone mystical. When we laughed we leaned into each other, and I kept the contact as long as I could without being crude. She asked: "You don't think that's an omen, do you?" Her pupils were large now. "Maybe a summons. Maybe we should go down there to seek enchantment." -------------------------------- But instead we were called in to play "Trivial Pursuit." We resisted leaving the night, but it was okay, because we were teamed together, squeezed against each other on the floor around a tiled coffee table. We were a very good team, too. We were especially good because of our unique strengths: she knew the answers and I cheated. In the middle of the game I told her to watch me, then I picked up a piece of pie and put it in our token right in front of everyone, and nobody noticed. We almost couldn't continue because she was laughing so much. I did it again. Folks were wondering what was so funny with us. We were wiping tears and we leaned our heads together conspiratorially, and then we kissed. It was just a quick kiss, not much more than a peck, but we looked at each other for a second, maybe two, before going back to the game. I 'fessed up to everyone about my conniving and put back the pie pieces. Sometimes coincidence deepens into magic; things happen for some easily explained reason or no particular reason, and the world transmogrifies, changing itself into an enchanted garden where everything has special meaning and nothing merely exists. It happened. For her next question my freckled librarian was asked the role Mickey Rooney played in the 1930s film version of "A Midsummer's Night Dream." We had to stop to stare at each other. No one would believe it. We hardly believed it either, but it happened just like that, and I felt my hair stand on my neck for the first time in years. She shivered and gasped and I put an arm around her and said: "Maybe we're already under a spell." -------------------------------- We walked under the moon. It wasn't too late yet; the party wouldn't wind down for awhile. We talked about nothing in particular, just wanting to be in the magic. We put arms carelessly around each other's waists and walked touching hip to hip, chatting. I didn't feel nervous with her. A gravel path led down through a meadow and into some trees. We passed some other people who were out there, said hello, and went through the trees. On the other side a wooden bridge crossed a little stream, from which the mist rose especially high. We walked to the center of the bridge, to where we were in the mist, infused with the sweet night smell of it, and we paused. She leaned back against the bridge rail and then I stepped in and kissed her again. This kiss didn't just happen. Everything was progressing so quickly, because of the night or the fairies or just the time, and it simply seemed right to kiss, so before I stepped to her I knew I was going to do it, and she was already waiting. We kissed long and sweetly. I caressed her cheek with my hand while we moved our mouths softly over each other's, so softly we barely touched. We pulled back to look, eyes into eyes, then went back to kissing. Her breasts were soft bumpers against my chest. I put my hand back to her face and used my thumb to feel how soft her mouth was, and she bit it gently, held it in her mouth with her teeth while she licked it, and then she sucked it completely inside. I used that hand to lift her head, and I bent to kiss her neck like I had wanted to do earlier. I went further, down to the indentation where her neck meets her chest. Her chest rose and fell like the swells of the sea: deeply. I could feel her heart beating. By then my hand was out of her mouth and she licked my ear slowly, circling to its center. When we rose we returned to kissing again. We moved our tongues together, back and forth, sucking each other in turn, breathing into each other's mouth. I was completely aroused, caught in the night magic, in her magic. Her breasts moved against me and I wanted to kiss them and caress them and then move down to her hidden magic, between her legs. Oberon whispered to me to do it. I almost did. I should have. Instead I thought: this is going too fast, don't push things, don't scare her. So I played safe. I took her hands instead. As fast as lightening flashes the enchantment was gone. It was the same scene, but everything was different. She stiffened when I took her hands, jerked them away, held them just behind her back for a moment before bringing them out to her sides. She looked both sheepish and frightened. "I'm sorry. You're sensitive. I wasn't thinking." What could I say? You can't apologize your way back into the magic. We both tried. She said: "Oh no. I was just so silly." She put her arms around my waist and we hugged, but something was wrong. We kissed, a little kiss. We weren't comfortable together. The moon was just the moon and the night mist was just water. After a few moments she said that she really had to get home, and I walked her back up the hill to the party. I did kiss her good-night. -------------------------------- It is a family curse that I often don't sleep, so in that one way the night was like all other nights. Those events. They were a puzzle, something just beyond my grasp. How had I been so suddenly taken with a woman, and so powerfully? I had been infatuated several times, and in love. I knew them well. This was familiar, it was like infatuation, but not. What was it? I recalled dropping acid in college, and how the experience was something like smoking very good marijuana, though no one would ever confuse the two. This was like that. I wouldn't confuse it with infatuation. Perhaps I really was charmed? That would be okay. The heart has its reasons that Reason knows nothing of: I didn't need to know the reason. I kept remembering the whole evening, one part in detail, then another. It always ended with the crashing end, where we had both suddenly awakened to ourselves. Ah damn. Damn. Outdoors, then, to walk around the campus. Two a.m. A lovely campus, a lovely night, but no magic. Ending at the library. Don't do this, idiot! So, across the Commons, past the Union, along residential streets. A still night. I had seen one car and no people. A few windows had lights behind them. I came to a lake and walked all the way around it on a bike path, listening to my footsteps, some crickets, and one or two night birds. There were only the night creatures and me. I thought: here you are, alone again, your natural place in the world. The lake was covered by a low, flat mist. In places I could run my hand through it. It came away just a little damp. Finally back to my apartment. I found my old Shakespeare, turned to the plays. There was the line she had quoted, by the fairies. I read the whole play, then went to the sonnets, the ones that explore regret. The sky was starting to brighten, just a little. I thought I might get on the web and go to a porn site, to get some pleasure at least. It might help, but I just didn't have the heart for it. Oh to sleep, perchance to dream. What was that? Hamlet? I slept. -------------------------------- Everyone tells me it is common for people to have that experience, to have been open and free with a special one, then the next time to be shy. We were like that, remembering the kissing and the caressing and the moonlight, but caught in the fluorescent lights and Formica-topped library tables. Surrounded by the knowledge of nations, neither could think of much to say. Saying and thinking were different things, though. I kept wondering what she looked like naked. I knew this game my mind played with me, knew that it made talking harder and that I should concentrate. But no. Thoughts slipped in, asking myself what sounds she made when she fucked, wondering if she would like the things I liked, while we hemmed and hawed about office hours and some professor I'd have to meet. We said nothing about the kissing. Finally she invited me to dinner in desperation. It was the same there at first, even in her ancient little house so rich with history that it had an historical plaque on the front porch. Even with a yard that had been converted mostly to shade gardens, which made it a much better candidate for fairies than the house last night had been. The house gave her something to talk about, and the cooking gave her something to do. Me? She let me open the wine. She had decorated the house to fit its age, and it had that aura, like the old and spooky house of my grandmother, that I had loved as a child. I sipped Cabernet and leaned on the kitchen counter while she prepared the salad and checked the pasta and told me about all the families who had owned it before it became hers. I appreciated the house, and I liked her histories. It was nice to watch her be domestic, wearing an apron and puttering in the kitchen. Could she go on like that if I were to play with her body? I had quick flash images of fucking her on the dinner table, of smearing the butter all over her body and licking every bit of it off. My mind was playing games with me again. When she showed me through the house, and we got to the bedroom, I saw us doing spoons naked under the comforter, the window open on a chill Autumn morning, watching leaves fall like snow. She had candles everywhere. We ate in a room lit by candles in antique lamps while something other-worldly played, something by Arvo Prt. Finally, with the second bottle of wine, the evening began to shine for us and conversation became natural. The candlelight flickered on her skin. When she moved quickly I almost saw ghost images following her. At some point I made up a little haiku about her house and its atmosphere. I did it off the top of my head. Haikus are so easy. All you have to do is count the syllables, and it impresses people. It impressed her, but she snapped back with a naughty limerick. "Whoa! Poetic one-upwomanship." I almost went with something from Andrew Marvel's "To His Coy Mistress," but I couldn't remember enough of it. I can't recite that many poems, and before I could stop myself I had done the limerick about the man from Nantucket. As punishment she made me wash the dishes. Later we sat on her quaint porch swing and held hands, her right and my left, while we talked and joked. The time came to get up, and I hesitated, not sure. Should I be aggressive? But she took over matters. "Men! Do we women folk have to do everything for you?" She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss. -------------------------------- Lying naked in her bed, eating her softly, filled with the taste of a woman again after a long time gone, watching her undulate by candlelight. She had made this so easy. After we'd kissed we had simply walked to her bedroom together, not talking, just looking at each other, back to our route, then again to each other. When she had let me strip her, I had been careful of her hands. It was an odd thing, but I didn't care. I would have recited the catechism to her if it would have paved the way. When she had stripped me, she had used her right hand and her teeth on my buttons, my fly, and my belt. Oh, it was good. She had shifted herself so her right side was more to me. It hadn't mattered but I'd noticed it. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. I played with her breasts while I ate her. The word "luscious" came to my mind, but whether I meant her breasts or her pudendum I don't know today. Both were a little plump, a little over-ripe, perfect. She was a quiet lover, showing her passion mainly in sighs, only occasionally with little growls. Her right hand lay on my head; her left was beside her head, under the pillow. I watched her move as I sexed her, watching her body respond to her pleasure, knowing what she must be feeling to move like that. She came right to the crest, and I slowed down, just breathing on her sex, to let her slide back into a trough so I could prolong this and make her high again. I love watching a woman inflamed. She pulled at my head and made a sound of impatience. I took her sex in my mouth entirely, sucking her and licking her clitoris. In only a moment her sighs turning to those growls that began softly and became louder. Her body went rigid and she started to buck against me, and then her right arm started flicking up and down almost spastically. I was buried in her, my face pushed into tightly curled hair, but I watched and I saw everything: her face, her twitching arm, her closed eyes. Afterwards she lay spent for a bit. I moved up to her head and stroked her hair and gave her butterfly kisses. My prick was like a dog waiting to pounce, sitting pretty but wanting the treat. The dog won't wait forever. Her breathing finally slowed and became normal. She opened her eyes to look at me and got a puzzled look that turned to a smile. She pulled a couple of pubic hairs off my face. "Oh my poor dear," she said, "I hope I didn't give you splinters." "I just needed more fiber in my diet." "You said a mouthful." There was more, equally inane, bedroom banter. We thought we were being cute and creative, and basically I think you had to be there to appreciate it. I'm glad no one was. She ended the conversation by rising half up and pushing me down to my back, then moving to crouch over my hips where she could look straight down at my penis. I knew she was going to take me in her mouth. Yes! She knelt right at it and held the head up to her mouth, red mouth and bright red cock, then looked me in the face and said: "Oh my love is like a red, red rose." For a second I thought I was supposed to return an appreciative chuckle, though what I wanted more than anything else was for her to move down and swallow me. Which she did right then. She was on my left side, kneeling, and her hair fell across her face as she started sucking me. She grabbed my prick with her right hand and pumped it up to her mouth while she moved her head downward. Her left hand was folded somewhere under her. I wanted to see my prick in her mouth while I was feeling it, so I brushed her hair back. She was sucking and doing something with her tongue that brought me up awfully fast, so I used both hands, one to grab my penis, the other to stop her head. "Wait, wait." I was panting. "Stop. I'm almost coming." "I know, darling." "But you don't have to ..." "I know. Now lay back down like a good boy." Of course I lay back down. I didn't have to be gentlemanly for her, so could just experience what she was doing to me. She stopped for a moment, breathing on me, a lot like I had on her, pumping me very slowly, and then she started again. I held her hair back again to watch her suck me. I wanted to feel where my dick went into her, so I reached my right hand out to where my penis met her lips. Deep in her mouth she was wet and hot and I could feel her flesh moving over me. It was happening. Soon I forgot to watch, and my hand fell away from her hair, but I kept my other hand right at her lips, where I could feel my dick slide in and out of her mouth, and I felt her mouth with both my dick and my hand as she brought me up and over. When I started to come she sucked and pumped until I was milked completely dry. -------------------------------- In the shower I soaped her first. I stood behind her to soap her, and reached around to feel her slippery breasts move rubber-like through my hands, her nipples big against my palms. When it was her turn she worked my prick with soapy hands, and Lordy if it didn't start to grow. I washed her underarms, her pussy, the tight crack of her ass, then she did me, returning to my penis after everything else was soaped. It was time. I said: "I want to wash all of you." I held her forearms, pulled both hands out, and kissed her left hand. I tried not to show that up close I suddenly found it grotesque. I hadn't expected that. Just for a second I wondered how long it would be before I could become accustomed to it. She didn't like any of this at all, and averted her head. She didn't jerk her hands away this time, but it wasn't good. One step too far, I thought, but I decided to brazen it out: "I want all of you." She spoke without looking at me. "Please. It's awfully hard for me. I don't want you to see it. Or to touch it." She nodded toward her left hand. "I let you see how scarred up my legs are." "That's different. Scars on men are okay. Also they're, how to put it," and here she did smile a tiny smile up at me, "alluring to me." "Well, there's something about you that's alluring to me. You come as an alluring package." But I let go of her arms and didn't press the issue any more. Instead we wrapped arms around each other and hugged. Her slippery belly was against mine, and again I felt her slippery breasts, though with my chest, and again they were rubbery and malleable, and I could feel her nipples easily. We kissed. My penis was half erect, busy being tickled by her pubic hair. "I'm sorry," she said. -------------------------------- I hadn't yet fucked her and wanted to, not perhaps as much as she wanted me to, but enough. My poor penis wouldn't obey though, and wasn't going to get more than half cocked. There are only so many things you can do and so much time you can use before the end becomes obvious. I asked if she had a vibrator. Of course she did. So we made spoons and I put my little cockette into her. She held the vibrator and brought it all the way down to where it touched both of us, touching the base of my penis and brushing my balls. The vibrations were intense and flowed all the way up to the tip, enough that they made me tense up. They helped me grow, so that I could move in and out of her without slipping out, and I could fill her better. My hands were free, allowing me to play with her body while she moved the vibrator. She roused quickly and I raised up to watch her face. I wasn't going to be able come, but she didn't need to know that, and I got to watch her as she got closer and closer and started making those growls again and came beautifully. ------------------------------------- I dozed. When I woke she was asleep, half curled and facing me. The blinds were open and the light was enough for me to be able to see her. I watched her sleep for awhile. She was breathing so deeply it was almost a little snore. I moved closer to her and put my face on her cheek, lightly, then moved up and kissed her forehead through her hair. I didn't want to wake her, so I lay still with my face in her hair and touched my hand to her cheek. I caressed her arm just below the shoulder. Her breathing stayed constant, the only sound in the room. That empowered me to move my hand to the hollow where the flat area at the front of her hips starts to swell out to her belly and the skin is exquisitely soft, and I moved the backs of my fingers over her there, my fingertips just barely touching her hair. I did the same thing to the front of her breast; her nipple was almost flat now. Almost without a break in her breathing, she said "Hi" in a sleepy little voice. I pulled away just enough to see her face: she was smiling a sleepy little smile that matched her voice, and her eyes were barely open. "I'm sorry," I said in just over a whisper. "I didn't mean to wake you." "Oh that's okay," in that same voice. She yawned, then swallowed, opening her mouth twice while she did it, like a small child. "Go back to sleep, love." "Okay." She yawned a second time, then she snuggled up to me until her head was touching my chest, and she was asleep again almost immediately. I placed a hand on her shoulder and lay as still as I could, watching her sleep. -------------------------------- So went the weekend. She woke me early and we walked into town under a red sky, to a little breakfast place that had sections of the "New York Times" spread around for people to read. I wondered how they got it out here. We sat outside under an awning to eat, and she kept glancing up from the book reviews to catch me looking at her. A mourning dove cooed softly about being alone in the world. She wanted to show me everything, and dragged me all over town. I was happy to go but needed sleep. After lunch we went back to her house and fucked softly with the blinds open, so that I could see her sweet body clearly while we did it. It excited her to think that a neighbor might see something and it excited me that she got excited. When we were finished we lay together on our sides, face-to-face, me still in her. Our legs were braided together. My left arm was under her head and I held her tightly to me with my right, and I kissed her face all over while we murmured. I fell heavily asleep, so heavily that I didn't even notice when she rose. I slept for hours while she sat in her rocker beside the bed and read. Finally, in the evening, we collaborated on dinner, nothing much really, just being domestic together, desperately in love and not wanting the time to end. None of this, nothing, prepared me for what happened when I walked up to her in the library on Monday. -------------------------------- Something was wrong, I could tell it before she knew I was there. Her posture was off, stiff, and her face was like a mask. What was it? What had happened? "Why didn't you tell me about your book?" Her lips were tight. Her voice was tight, too. Suddenly her expression made sense. I knew exactly what was coming. She'd found my book about stigmas, and she thought she was a project of mine. How to respond? "My book? What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean! How could you?" Her eyes had some tears in them, that she was trying to get past. "'Practicing Stigma'. Did you really think I wouldn't ever see it? What was I, more data for you, for your next edition? Maybe about how girls with messed up hands try to deal with men?" She was more hurt than angry, but she was angry enough. I couldn't get past that, knew that it wasn't possible until time had passed, but knew that I had to try, to start. It was a miserable failure. Sometimes you can see what's important in life dribbling away, can know it's happening, and know you should stop it but not know how. The words, the sentences come later. Oh they're there in abundance after the fact, showing up after the battle is lost, asking 'why didn't you use me?'. You stand in a world that just moments before had been solid, secure, and experience an epiphany of desolation. The room seemed darker, and I felt myself grow smaller as I listened to her build a case for my guilt, a case I couldn't dispute. It was just so complicated. Finally she dismissed me, said: "Please, just go away. I don't want to hear anything you might have to say." She waited until I started to leave, then turned away. Trudging out, finding a path between the stacks, trying to be manly, trying not to be weak, failing, I finally turned and half shouted: "You're wrong. You're wrong. That book had nothing to do with us. It didn't. It just didn't." She never turned back to look at me. -------------------------------- I was sitting on a concrete bench under a dogwood, near a little fountain. The fountain has only a weak string of water that scarcely bubbles into the pool. This is a tiny square formed from two old buildings and two old enclosed walkways. Only a small door and a low arch lead to it; they are connected by a sidewalk, and there are stepping stones to the bench. The ground is covered by moss instead of grass. It is a good place to be alone. I've never seen anyone use it, not even the squirrels who otherwise panhandle for food. I stared into the fountain until it grew dark. -------------------------------- Hollywood gave me another chance. She wouldn't see me, so I walked to her house and stood on her porch passively, for hours, ignoring the fact that she ignored me, until she couldn't stand the tension. I had seen this in a movie, and I didn't know what else to try. Probably she would have talked to me after awhile no matter what, but it must have gotten me points as an eccentric. Or a stalker. She gave me five minutes and said that after that she would call the police, which I think she would have done. So, I quickly apologized about the book. Then I told her I could prove that none of that had anything to do with her, if she would come by my apartment. She wouldn't agree, so I told her that if the weekend had meant anything at all her she owed me this one thing. I had seen this in a movie, too. It seemed a better line than anything I could make up, and it worked. She would come. And I? I had seen "Animal House" and had decided that it was time for a stupid and senseless gesture. So, when she got there I pulled out a pair of modified gloves. I had sewn the fingers down so that the wearer would have to close her hands into fists to get them on. The gloves were long enough to reach her upper arms. I had fitted Velcro straps along them to hold them on tightly. "Well?!" "Well, you're so sure that your hands are everything. So cover them. Put these on." "That's idiotic! What do you think you're trying to prove?" "Now just do this for me. You'll see in a minute, or you can walk out of my life." As I said it I wished that I hadn't added that last part. I wasn't at all prepared for her to walk away, and suddenly I realized how stupid this really was. Nevertheless, I took the gloves and pulled one up her left arm, then the other up her right. She tried to push her hands all the way through, not realizing the nature of the gloves, and she didn't figure it out until I had strapped them on securely with the Velcro straps. "Now, you're just like any other woman who is bound for pleasure." She grew irritated, angry. "You think I'll wear these just so you can have your fun and not have to look at my hands? How does that make me like other women? They wouldn't have to wear them for you! I'm not going to humor ... " "Oh no. Wait. If you'll just turn this way..." I fastened the gloves together, then quickly lifted her, and put the straps over a hook above the door. She wasn't heavy. She had to stand partially up on her toes to keep from hanging by her arms. She looked up and pulled at the gloves and for a moment was stunned. "You see, any woman at all who was going to experience helpless sex would need to be fitted like this." I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her breath rushed in and out. She pulled at the fastenings, struggling. She screamed at me: "Let me go! What are you doing?" "Wait just for a minute. No, wait. Okay. I won't hurt you. And I won't do anything you don't want. I'll let you down in a minute. There's a point. Just let me make my point. Please." She quieted, standing bound with her hands pulled over her head, as odd a situation as I'd ever been in. I knew she wanted me to be able to set things right, and that she thought I was crazy. "You hate your hands. You think you are polluted, right? I don't know if I can make you think I accept your hands, but listen." I started in my best reciting voice: "Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be." Yes, I had memorized it just for this. For a moment she went completely slack, stunned again. I kissed her again during this. Then, her tired eyes grew a different look, but a complicated one, as though she were between states of mind. She started struggling a little again, but laughing too. Not a sweet laugh. "So I'm the worst? That's what you think, wee Willy Shakespeare?" But I was ready: "No. No, you're the best. Listen again." "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate." I kissed her again, and yes she did kiss back a little, but she also laughed again, this time a laugh with some possibility of happiness in it. When I stepped back to look in her eyes, I could tell that she had decided that maybe it was okay to make a point this way. She leaned out to me to kiss, stretching in her bonds, then said: " I appreciate what you're trying to do. I really do. But that last couplet was written to a man." But there was a hesitation, so that it took her two tries to say the last sentence. Perhaps that was because I started unbuttoning her blouse in the middle of it. She twisted back and forth, but not seriously, and her look turned to that of one who was beginning to enjoy the game. "By heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied by false compare." She stood quietly while I finished her blouse and reached around to unfasten her bra. She had nothing to say to this. I raised the bra and bent to kiss her breast, to take her nipple gently in my teeth and give a little bite. "Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one." "That doesn't mean what I think you think it does." She had a hard time saying it, with the little gasps she was making. I slipped her skirt down off her hips to the floor, and then her panties. I ran my mouth all the way down her front, ending at her pubic hair. "I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh... " "That isn't Shakespeare, you cheater." She was breathing faster. She pressed her pussy out to me. I put my arms between her legs and spread them and put my face up into her and sucked on her. She groaned and pushed her pussy harder to my face. I let her down, unfastened the straps, and slipped the blouse and bra to the floor. I wrapped both arms around her waist and hugged her to me, and she put both of hers around my neck, and we put our mouths on each other and feasted on each other. Her eyes looked almost feverish. I wasn't done with perversity. Though it was in a good cause it was making my prick hurt, but it had its own magic, my magic, and it was working. I wouldn't let foolish consideration disenchant our world again. I told her: "Lie on the bed and stretch out all your limbs." It was my first bit of non-poetry in awhile, but I couldn't think of a line that said just that. She spread herself out, looking me in the eyes, moving seamlessly between wantonness and anxiety, not sure at all but wanting to see this through. She hiccupped. I tied her softly to the four bed posts, then began tickling her body, licking her, then going back to her mouth. I took off my clothes, while she watched. I squatted over her abdomen and pushed her breasts together and moved my penis back and forth between them. Ahh. Then I said: "Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" She had an inspiration: "My darling, sweet man, will you please shut up and fuck me?" -------------------------------- We are lying in her bedroom, the dark broken only by the moon, the stars, a street lamp, occasional headlights, and the five candles we had lit. It is the best we can manage, and it is enough because we are together. Early autumn here is cool. Her house is open and while there seems to be no breeze the drapes move just slightly. Her bedroom overlooks a creek, so we are serenaded by frogs and crickets. We could watch leaves swim to the ground, one here or there, but we aren't watching leaves. We're playing serious games, I, on my back, looking up at her, she kneeling over me, my penis in her hands. She holds me erect in her right hand, and with her poor left she rubs up and down my shaft, then around the head. Her left hand is especially soft. She leans further down to take me in her mouth and excite me, and I close my eyes. After a bit I make a noise and move up into her mouth. "Oh no, darling, don't move. Remember, you're mine tonight." Her tired eyes shine. I love her not because she will take my penis in her mouth. Yes, for that too. Also, though, because she trusts me with her hands. Oh, too because she's smart and pretty and has large, lovely breasts and freckles, and she knows poetry, and ... well, let me count the ways. Right now I love what she is doing. I hold my ass tightly to the mattress while she moves her wet mouth up and down my prick and pumps me with her hands. We don't wonder if we are being watched by court fairies.

Fantasy by H. Jekyll Part One of Four: The Taking of Alice (MF, oral, seduction, cheat) * * * * * Copyright 2004 by H. Jekyll. Permission is granted to post on any site that does not charge for entrance, as long as full attribution is given to the author. The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. Fantasy previously appeared at "Ruthie's Club." An illustrated and formatted version can be found there. See:http://www.ruthiesclub.com/. I love to correspond with fellow netizens: h_jekyll2000 @yahoo.com The H. Jekyll stories are archived in the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository (http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/h_jekyll/), and at "Ruthie's Club." * * * * * Fantasy, Part One: The Taking of Alice Its often the case that the big changes in life sneak up on you. Its possible, I guess, that you might anticipate some of them, but not all, and not all the time. My mother- in-law was wrong to think she could avoid all evil by worrying about it. It comes whether you worry or not, like a thief in the night, at a time of its own choosing, and you cant outguess it. Our thief didnt come where this story begins, a Saturday night, the night for making love, one on which Alice and I had come home early enough to have the energy for excitement. I turned to Alice in bed and started kissing her, and then I ran my palm across one of her nipples. I especially liked to do that because Alice had has big, round nipples that remind me of red blackberries. Oh, she said. Do you have something in mind? Maybe I do and maybe I dont. Lets check. Oh, my! Youre a bad boy. Well, light the candle. Ill be back in a sec. I turned out the bedside lamps and lit the aromatic candle beside the bed. Its sandalwood and shaped like a star. Im staring at it as I write this, letting it help me remember. I stripped. Water was running in the master bathroom. In the sink. In a minute she came out carrying a washcloth. She knelt over me and cleaned the head of my penis. Its always a struggle not to squirm. Men will know what I mean. Then she tossed the cloth to the floor and leaned down to lick me. Mmm. You taste good. She took me in her mouth and played me for a few minutes, just the head, while I reached around and caressed her ass, running my hand over the whole expanse of it, then up and down her crease, playing a lot right around her anus before I moved my hand to her vagina and began to diddle her. After a few minutes she sat up. Why dont you come inside me? She said it in her husky voice. She lay down and spread her legs and I crawled on top of her and put it in her. Five or ten minutes later we put on our underwear to keep from seeping, and then we went to sleep. It was New Years Eve eve. The night before it all began. Thats what made it memorable. Tomorrow night wed be up late. You can always stay up late in Las Vegas, but New Years is special, and we planned to have a big night out with Bill and Jessica and some people from Bills company, and we planned to party like it was ten years earlier. I didnt know the half of it, but then neither did Alice. * * * * * Fuck you, Richard! Fuck you! Fuck you, you God damned motherfucking son of a bitch! Fuck you, you shit! Ill kill you! Ill tear your goddamned shit-fucking dick off! Ill fucking kill you! I will! Fuck. * * * * * I think we were happy together before Richard came back into our lives. I know I was. Reasonably happy, I mean. I wasnt unhappy. Alice was my wife and I loved her. Some of us are cursed to always want something a little extra, something outside the norm, something different. Thats all I mean. We enjoyed doing things together and we had a nice house, nice yard, both of which wed worked hard on. People commented on them. The paper had even done a Sunday photo shoot of our yard a few years back. The sex. Well, you can tell the sex wasnt explosive. I mean, wed been married over a decade, you know? The sex was a lot, oh, more mellow than a decade ago. There were things we didnt even talk about that wed enjoyed doing a few years before. But it wasnt bad, you know? Sometimes I surfed Internet porn. Sometimes I even subscribed, and it was enough to get me through the rough spots. I wasnt chasing other women. There was nothing to make me think Alice was unhappy with us, or that she would do anything with other men. Nothing at all. * * * * * Why couldnt we have skipped the New Years party? I like parties, getting out, seeing people, drinking more than I should, the whole thing. Alice doesnt. Not really. Or didnt. Anyway, Id made up a lot of excuses for her over the years. She could have begged off and stayed home to watch the New Years Eve shows on TV. She always enjoyed watching the ball drop in Times Square, and she always considered that the true New Years moment. Why did she come tonight? I guess because she thought Id be upset if she stayed home again. Maybe, too, because of the friends who would be there. Whatever. I dont know how events conspire. Isnt that a nice phrase? Events conspire? I dont even know what I mean. Yes I do. Things have to happen just so. For want of a horse, the kingdom is lost. For want of a party...that sort of thing. And if only we hadnt seen Richard. If, if, if. That didnt have to happen, and then the next thing wouldnt have happened, and the next. I think. We certainly didnt go looking for him. He hadnt been much of a friend for years, not since hed decided to move from law to sex. Yes, that. He went from representing pornographers to being one. Almost. Almost. I might be overstating it. He bumped into me a couple of years ago. Henry, my French film won an award at Cannes! Really? Yes. 'The Irresolution of Mme de Pompadour.' Didnt you see it? Um, no. I saw the review in the Times. Wasnt that the one with real fellatio? Yes indeed! The critics praised its uncompromising standards. The suck scene was the hardest part though, pun intended. We did so many takes. Finally when the filming was over I told Michelle Brioche, whos a fine, fine actress, that she didnt need to have an affair with Andr, because theyd already done everything on the set! Do you know what she said to me? What? She said, not until I get mine, too! Richard walked away, chuckling to himself. At Hanukkah he sent us a copy of the film. I had to admit it was well done, and the sex made me hard and hot. Alice, though. Well, Alice walked out during the blow job. So maybe it isnt porn, just almost. Whats the definition of obscenity? That I know it when I see it, right? Thats what it comes down to. Anyway, his stuff may be serious enough to withstand the new Federal crackdown. Along with the film, Richard sent a card that offered us free passage on a cruise to his resort island in the Caribbean, the island reserved for sex vacations. Why? Because he was once my best friend, a long time ago. Or he was showing off. Sorry, Richard, no can do. Thanks for the offer, but the wife you know? Thats what I told him. He has sex clubs, Internet sites, and a legal whorehouse on the Nevada desert. I never received an offer of a free trip there. He gives personal advice and personal services. All this grew out of an epiphany he had about where money was to be made and what niche needed filling, and where he would be happiest. We stopped seeing him when he dumped his wife, who had stayed with him through pretty extreme bondage. At least thats what she hinted to Alice. I think she would have stayed with him forever, almost no matter what he did, if it had been her decision, but at least he left her well off. Shit. You can see where this is going. Old story. My best friend and my wife. But its more complicated than that, in a lot of ways. Not my best friend for a long time, not since he began hanging with sex merchants and movie stars and intellectuals, and affecting that fey accent. And the thing about Alice. Was it her? Or was it me? It's difficult. Anyway, there we were on the ballroom floor, faint smells of grass and opium wafting around, the band pounding us, the chinging of the slots next door obliterated by the music. I would have left. Not Alice. Me! I would have left if we hadnt had to stay. If we werent stuck. Its because we couldnt even talk, or only for the short periods when the slots chimed in the background like a distant Pachinko galaxy. It was the sort of thing for twenty-year-olds. My ears were shorting out. I stuffed some tissue into them and Bill handed me a joint, and in a few minutes it got better. And then there was Richard. He appeared just as a number ended, poof, like the devil, wearing an all-black suit that didnt fit Vegas at all but would have been better in Chicago, maybe on Al Capone. It fit his hair, slicked back like a mobsters. Do you have to dress like that in the sex industry? It was all so fucking stupid. I dont think Im being too insulting in saying that, though given how many women he had hanging off his dick, I guess it worked for him. I hadnt seen him for almost forever, but he was always exactly the same. Always in dark, always playing the dom, always with a new, sweet-luscious thing in tow. The newest one was a blonde. Of course. Lean and big- boobed. She had perfectly round, sticking-out breasts that screamed plastic! No, Im not talking about how he paid for them. Richard had dressed her in something almost like the go-go dancers of the 70s, but with a short skirt instead of short-shorts. The skirt was so short that you could see the curve of her ass and it was clear if she leaned the least bit over youd be able to tell if she was a natural blonde. Then she did, and you couldnt, because she was shaved. There was just a twinkling of pale flesh. We hadnt spoken yet. He was in a sort of antechamber that served as a smoking and gathering room for those with. Those without were relegated to the ballroom. I wasnt certain at that moment that he had seen us. Anyway, he ostentatiously dropped something on the floor and she bent to pick it up for him, and it was then she pussy-flashed everyone. A hint of labium, and a touch of anus, both looking pristine. She was already attracting attention. Even those of us without could see her through the double doors. She certainly caught Alices attention. Alice jabbed me in the arm and said look whos here with his pussy-du- jour, and Jessica laughed a nervous little laugh. When I looked up from the vision of sweet pubis, Richard was staring directly at us and leering. No. Not at us. At Alice. The others were too late to see the leer because they couldnt tear their eyes from the girls crotch. But meI should have had some sort of premonition. I should have. From there things became complicated pretty quickly. Richard walked into the ballroom, directly over to us, the girl in tow. Im repeating myself, but she really was in tow. Once I took my eyes off her pubes I saw she was wearing a dog collar, and attached to it was a leash. Richard held the leash. She walked two steps behind him as he came over, and the crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, Pharaohs troops stopping to look, to see if there would be another flash of pudendum, then losing themselves in swirls and eddies. Even women were transfixed. Neither of them seemed to pay the crowd any attention, though. Richard kept his smarmy look as he continued to part the sea, while the girl kept her head down and stared at the seafloor in front of her. I shouldnt have challenged him. I knew it then, but he looked so damned presumptuous and I was a little high. The pachinko sound from the slots and the ringing in my ears merged to form an otherworldly harmony that told me I could say anything. So it leaped out: Hi Richard. Whered you get your pet? Henry! His voice boomed. And the always luscious Alice! Allow me to present Diane. Diane, say hello. He emphasized the word always. Diane looked up at us but didnt raise her head much. Just her eyes. Even so, under all that make-up she looked scared. Hello, she said, in a leetle, tiny, Southern voice. My God! Like some poor thing straight out of Mayberry. How had he gotten her into this role? Im teaching Diane the ropes, he boomed again. He was ignoring everyone but Alice and me. He had to know the effect he and Diane were making. People were still watching. He wanted someone to play straight man and Alice took the bait. I bet you are! And the tricks, too. Isnt she a little, ah, young? She had that mean smirk on that said fuck you all by itself. Jessica giggled her nervous laugh again. Oh, just doing a favor. Id much rather have a mature lovely like yourself. He looked Alice up and down slowly, deliberately, so that no one could mistake what he meant. In fact, if Henry wanted to trade Id take you in a second! Half a second! He turned to me. Want to do it, Henry? Sweet Diane is just the girl to recharge the old guy who hasnt had variety in a while. How do you answer? I started trying to say something, but he turned back to Alice. Her mouth was half open. And you, lovely Alice, Id do everything for you and to you. Id play with your ass, lick you, stretch out the love-making until you begged. Her eyes widened. Any man who does less than that doesnt deserve you. No one except Richard had any idea what to say, not even Bill. You could hear the silence. Our silence. We were all standing there in the middle of the tinkling of the slot machines, as thoughtless as any group of idiots. Jessica looked like she wanted to hide, though she couldnt take her eyes off Richard. He, though, he could have kept it up for hours, I think, but the music started again. The house lights dropped, leaving only the fairy lights from the chandeliers, and some music crashed down on us. Richard stepped right up to Alice and shouted, so all of us could hear him. Would you like to dance, beautiful woman? And Alice stepped back so fast she would have tripped if she hadnt bumped into someone behind her. No. She paused, thinking. It was clear to me that she wanted a good answer for him. No thanks. You have a date. Its okay. Henry can take Diane. Hell enjoy her. And Ill enjoy you. No. Ah. No. Well, maybe another time. He took the leash and pulled Diane out to the floor, just as the strobe lights came on. * * * * * Im not sure there was a melody, or a vocalist. For me the music was noise with a beat that went with the strobes. I have no real memory of it. I kept putting my hands over my ears, then pulling them down to keep from looking like a total dork. The floor was full of people, some in the light, or at least in the flashes, some in shadow. Music hammered me. People were caught in successions of strobe stills, like some experiment in motion pictures. Neither Alice nor I did anything. Richard was directly in front of us in his Al Capone suit, dancing with Diane. He was barely moving himself, just a little shuffling of his feet, holding the leash while Diane went out and back and wrapped the leash around herself as she twirled to him, then twirled out when he pulled on the thing, spinning her out in spastic strobe segments. Her little skirt was almost short enough to show her vagina even when she was standing. And it did show once, then again. More people were watching them. Damn, it must have made him happy, being the center of attention as usual. On the floor and at the tables, you could see some of them leaning and pointing. Men were staring. Women were staring. Alice was staring. She was trying to say something to me but I couldnt make it out. It was too loud. The room went black for an instant and the music changed tempo and pitch. When the strobes started back up Alice was yelling in my ear and grabbing my arm. That son of a bitch! she was yelling. Look! I could hardly hear her because my ears were ringing. Richard was still swaying in that otherworldly succession of flashes, but something had changed. Somehow the leash was wrapped around Dianes neck so that at first I thought he was throttling her. But no. He pulled her down. He bent her from the waist. Her face was away from us and he pointed her ass directly at us. Richard was pointing his face at us, at Alice, the whole time, ignoring everything else, the music, the strobes, me, the crowd. Now Dianes hairless pussy was visible to everyone. Richard held the leash close to Dianes neck, to keep her head down. He held the end with his right hand. There was about a foot of loose leather that dangled from his hand. He ran that hand up from her crotch, across her anus, and into the air. He was looking at Alice while he did it, as though daring her something, as though there was some communication only the two of them could hear, as though he owned the world, as though he owned Diane, as though he owned Alice. Then he took the next step. He took the end of the leash, swung it back, and whipped it right across Dianes vagina. The leather took about three strobe flashes to land, so that it was a slow-motion stroke. Alice pulled at my sleeve and screamed something above the noise. I think it was Make him stop! Diane jerked a slow-motion movement to the left, upwards, and down. Her ass clenched. The crowd on the dance floor moved away from them, forming a circle with Richard and Diane in the middle. They were looking and talking, though you couldnt hear them through the noise. More were pointing. I remember some leers and some looks like laughter, and some shock, though people in Vegas dont like to show that anything could shock them. Richard leered at Alice and struck Diane again. You could tell it was a hard lash. Diane jerked again. There was a little mark on her where the first one had hit some white skin. Then Richard raised his middle finger in a bird, pointed it at Alice and, still staring at her directly in the face, put his hand down to Dianes vagina, and pushed it in. All the way in. Slowly. He finger-fucked her slowly while the music reached crescendo, stroboscopically in and out while the noise pushed us to the bottom of the sea and a hundred people watched him breathlessly. Finally he pulled his finger out, theatrically, slow-motion, up in the air, and brought it to his face. He smelled his finger, an elaborate sniff. He sucked on it. He was still looking at Alice while he sucked. Alice was staring but not yelling anything any more, or pulling at me. Just staring. And then the music ended, making my ears feel like they were stuffed with cotton. The soft house lights came back on. I looked at Alice, and when I looked back, Richard and Diane were gone in the crowd. I could see his head moving out toward the gambling area. ***** That set the mood for the evening, and the conversation. Alice couldnt stop saying that creep, or that bastard, muttering things while others talked, and it didnt help when someone tried to make a joke of it. None of you even tried to stop him! She was angry. Why didnt security arrest him? I mean this was Las Vegas, for Christs sake. Things sometimes happen, especially where people have money, but you couldnt tell that to Alice. Bill held Jessica close and said he was going to whip her when they got home. She curved against him and said shed be good, and she giggled, but shes such a mousy, nervous little thing that I bet it really happened. Would he make her shave, too? And it passed. The first bit, the shock. I thought it was over. He'd come and done his act and now we could go on about our own business. We stayed in the casino until the New Year came in, and we all had pretty good buzzes on by then. It was in the middle of a slow dance with Alice that I first noticed the change in her. She began to writhe against me and move her mound up and down against my crotch. We frenched and my penis began to grow. Oh, youre my bad boy, she panted in my ear. Her bad Donna Summers imitation. Youre gonna be my bad girl, I told her. About two in the morning we went outside and walked down the Strip to watch the fountains dance. It was as crowded as everywhere else, crowded and dark enough that I could slip my hand down inside her skirt right there and be almost invisible. I hadnt done that to her for years, and even though we could get caught she didnt stop me. I had a flash memory of Richard finger fucking Diane, and I move my hand until I felt fur, then further, to lips, then to the hole. I finger-fucked her while the fountains danced to some 1950s number and she leaned against me pretending to watch them, until in the middle of it she pointed toward some bushes away from the light. There was a man leaning against a beam, and a woman was kneeling in front of him, giving him a blow job. She put her mouth to my ear. Would you like me to do that to you, big boy? Yeah. Right now. Lets go home. So we went home and sexed the second night in a row. That didnt happen very often. We did the same things as the night before. * * * * * The wheel turned, as it does, but just barely. A few days of the New Year passed, life went on, and then something happened. What happened? Something happened. Something changed between our phone conversation at lunch and dinner time. Why was she different? What was going on? But I came in the door from work and Alice was different. I should have marked it on my calendar. It seems a lifetime ago, but it was only a few months back. Hi, honey, Im home. She ignored me and went on chopping some lettuce. I bent to give her a peck and she hardly responded. Helloooo? Oh, Im sorry Henry. Im just tired. Ill have dinner ready in about half an hour. Why dont you watch the news? She didnt look at me as she said it. Her eyes wandered up to the cabinets, then to the refrigerator, to anywhere but right at me. Her voice had that flatness, you know, the tone that says Im upset but Im not going to tell you; you have to figure it out. Oh shit, what was the matter? What had I done this time? That wasnt how we were. We always chatted and joked, except when we were having a fight. But there was no fight. Nothing had happened. I couldnt be certain she was really angry. She was morehow to put it?distant, as though something was on her mind that she wouldnt tell me. Sure. There wasnt much conversation during dinner. She left the table early. She asked to be excused during the national news and walked out of the room. Definitely angry. What had I done? It had to be bad. But then she came back in while I was clearing the dishes and gave me a hug. It was so sudden and intense I almost dropped a plate. One minute Im staring out the window at our grape trellis, feeling hollow inside and wondering how I can make right something thats hidden from me, and the next minute Alice is holding me like shes afraid I might try to get away from her. Im sorry, honey, she said. Really, Im just tired. But lets go to bed early tonight, okay? And in bed it was different, in the good way. She came out in lingerie to get me, carrying the candle. This wasnt Alice. It was almost embarrassing. Then she attacked me, and played with my dick the whole wobbly walk back to the bedroom, while we frenched like mad. In bed she asked, Honey, will you do that thing? With your tongue? I wasnt expecting that! I thought, you decided three or four years ago that you didnt want me do that to you any more. What changed? What I said was: Of course, maam. Its my pleasure. So I pushed her thighs apart with my shoulders and went down. Her legs were pulled up, leaving her knees in the air, and I could look straight down to her bush. I brushed one thigh all the way down, over her vagina, and up the other side, giving her chills. Everything was so soft, her thighs especially, even getting plumper like they were. I gave her nibbles all the way down both sides, and gave her a hickey, before I nestled into her mound. I sucked in her labia, ran my tongue up and down between them, then searched out her little nub. I hadnt thought about her taste for a long time, but right away I remembered what I had liked about it. It was even better when I moved my tongue down to her vagina and pushed inside. She was so damn tangy in there. It wasnt that her body was open to me. Well, yes, of course it was partly that, her thighs and vagina spread for me and hidden from everyone else, there for me to use, the feel of her skin and her soft puff of brown pubic fur and the plumpness of her labia there for me alone. But it was also the other, that I could tell I gave her touches of pleasure and excitement, then jolts of them, that I could do this to her and know she wanted it and that I had touched something deep and personal and usually hidden. Alice was holding my head, pulling me into her. When I looked up her eyes were open and she was staring at what I was doing. I moved to her button and began circling it with my tongue, once twice, again, again. At about the third pass she sighed and closed her eyes. Her hands clenched in my hair. I kept it up. Sigh, Alice. Moan for me. Love it. Show you love it. Show it. She began huffing, hah, hah! like she does when shes really high, and her voice went higher and higher until it was like a begging little whimper, and then she came for me. Please, honey. Come inside me. Hurry. Please. I got inside her and began humping while she squeezed me with her vagina. I think she came again before I finished. * * * * * Whatever the problem had been. Or so it seemed. Everything was fine when Alice got home the next evening, her day to work late. I was fixing a dish with pork loin and she came right up to me, hugged me tight, and said, I love you so much, Henry. She kept giving me surprise little kisses during the evening, and whispering I love you. Finally, when she was getting ready for bed, I came up behind her, reached around, and rolled both her nipples. Oh, do you have something in mind? I know how to push your button. You nasty, nasty man. Ill show you nasty in a few minutes. I went to the bedroom, lit the candle, and lay there naked, watching the soft flickers on the ceiling and caressing my penis to keep it up for her, until she came into the room. She wore a peignoir under a green satin robe, old anniversary gifts that usually stayed in the armoire. Stop right there, lady. This is a stick-up. She looked at my penis. I can tell that. So drop your clothes right there and get ready to be robbed. Of what? My virginity was taken long ago. By you, I believe. Have you lost it? She was beginning to disrobe. I want some more of what I tasted last night. Oh! Oh. Well, we might have some more. Indeed she did. But even more was to come. I licked her to orgasm again. It was a lot like the previous night, so I was able to watch her get higher and higher and then explode, but when she had come she didnt ask me to put it inside her. Let me do you, honey. I lay down and she began playing with my penis. She took baby powder and used it on my balls and dick, tickling the whole ensemble until I could hardly stand it. I wanted to touch her while she did it, but she knelt between my legs so I couldnt touch her. She played with me for about twenty minutes, then she sucked my dick in as far as she could take it, moving her mouth up and down, that hot mouth, soft flesh on my penis. Jesus, I got so close so fast. I put a hand to her head. Im getting close. Im almost there. She lifted off. Im doing you all the way tonight. Lay back. So I lay back and she fucked my dick with her mouth and I came inside her. Oh Jesus! That wet, soft mouth. * * * * * We made love a third night in a row. * * * * * The next afternoon she was distant, flat, moody. It was like the first day. What was wrong? Im just tired, she said. I thought, itll pass again, like before, but it didnt that night. She hardly spoke again and I could hardly get a peck out of her at bedtime. But sure enough, the next night she came out to the den when I was watching TV, pulled down my zipper, and sucked me all the way to climax right there. I thought, who is my new Alice? Whats starting to happen? Lets progress! But she wouldnt let me do her back. Then...oh, you could see this coming, couldnt you? Youre far ahead of me, the village idiot. Well, maybe the village idiot doesnt want to imagine the worst possibility. She became permanently distant. By permanent I mean the next several days. Little conversation, no sex, a lot of time spent reading back in the bedroom or surfing the Net on her computer. That was when she was home at all, because she had to go back to the office to work late twice, and she found the need to go shopping alone Saturday and Sunday. I tried to keep busy, so I wouldnt keep wondering why I was in the doghouse. * * * * * Monday she wasnt home when I arrived. The place was empty. Her car was gone. That wasnt like Alice, not at all, but theres an instant when something hits you, when the possibility that something bad could happen becomes real to you, and it hadnt yet hit me. Maybe shed run out for some groceries. But she hadnt left a note. There werent any phone messages. Where? What? I walked through the house. I went through every room. Everything seemed normal, except that Alice wasnt anywhere. I called her cell number and got voice mail. Alice? Where are you? Call home, will you? I called her office, but it had closed for the day. Six-thirty p.m. Seven. Still no Alice. Stare out the window. Pace. Look again for a note. Make sure the phone is working. Do it all again. The thought kept rising, call the police. Call them now, before its too late. Maybe there was an accident. Maybe something else. Maybe what? I was beginning to get an inkling of the what. I knew it, but I didnt want to think it, that it was me. My chest and stomach felt hollow and electrical current spread down both my arms. Have you had those terrible feelings? I almost hoped there had been an accident. God, Alice. What is it? Where are you? Could she have left me? Could I have blown it that badly and not have a clue? Im dense, but not that dense. Could I have missed something so big? Maybe I should call her sister first, to check on her. How do I explain the call? Hi Deb, I cant find Alice. Has she left me? But what else to do? Call the police. Wait! If she left shed take a bag. I ran back to the bedroom closet. Of course a suitcase was gone, and by now I knew Alice was, too. So it really was time to call Deb; maybe Jessica. What was happening? What was it? Was the sex a parting gift, a way to make the break easier for her, a goodbye blow job, something to lessen the guilt? The phone rang. Alice? Hello, Henry! Richards voice boomed through the phone. I cant talk, Richard. I need to stay off the phone. Im expecting a call. Yes! Of course! From Alice. Shes right here. I didnt answer. I couldnt. I didnt understand. It was surreal. Could Alice really be with Richard? How? I did not understand. I stood there with the phone pushed to my ear, staring at a print above the phone stand, and none of it made any sense to me. Finally Put her on. In a moment, Henry. In a moment. Shell have a hard time talking to you, so I told her Id speak with you first. Alice is with me, and shes staying with me. Shes my woman now. Youll have to get over her. His voice was as warm and jolly as ever. What the hell is going on? Put my wife on now! Sure, Henry, sure. But try to control yourself. This isnt easy for her, and shes just trying to grab some happiness in her dreary life. There was a crackling sound as he handed the phone to Alice. Henry, Im sorry. I couldnt tell you, but I had to get out. I was smothering. I couldnt stand it anymore. What do you mean? Whats going on? I dont understand, Alice. I love you! Please, come home so we can talk. No, Im not coming back. I had to get a new life. Please stay away. The phone went dead. * * * * * Short, direct little sentences, one after the other, like footsteps leading away. But not an explanation. She was unhappy. She wanted out. Why now? There was the coldness recently. But a week ago she loved me. What happened? Where was the unhappiness? All Richards phones are unlisted. I called the numbers I knew but no one answered, so I left messages everywhere. Richard. I need to speak with Alice. Have her call me, or come by, or anything. Richard, do it! We have to talk. I need to understand! I called Deb. Henry! she scolded, I dont know whats going on with you two. She told me she was making a change. Let me finish! It was just today, this morning. What did you do? Indeed, what did I do? I called Jessica. Bill answered. What did you do, Henry? I cant believe Alice would just up and leave out of the blue. Some women, but not her. No, Jessica hadnt heard anything at all. * * * * * Youd call everyone you could think of if she were yours, if it was all you could do in the night, dialing people who were almost strangers to tell them youd lost your wife and did they know anything, had they heard anything, was there anything at all they could tell you. So our whole world knew almost right away. She went with him? Hes that well known. Yes, yes, and yes, she did. At least none of them asked me what I had done to deserve it. I have trouble remembering separate things, details, from that night and the next few days. I was too frantic to keep my thoughts ordered. I think it was around midnight that it occurred to me to drive to Richards estate. Its his own gated community of one, lined with trees from the eastern woodlands that could drink the desert dry. I had the security guard at the gate call the house. He talked for a moment, glancing down into the car at me every few seconds as though I might be a troublemaker. Im sorry, sir. Hes staying at another residence tonight. The staff doesnt know when he will return to this one. I asked the logical question and got the answer I expected. No, sir. We arent authorized to reveal his location. Shit. What was he doing to Alice while I chased my tail? He had her tail all to himself, didnt he? I fell asleep on the couch, waiting for a call that never came. * * * * * I drove to Richards office building at dawn, when everything was still quiet, and waited in the car until people started to arrive. At nine I called Alices office and got her administrative assistant. Another surprise. She had quit. Last week. She hadnt even given them two weeks notice. So she was changing everything in her life, cutting out everyone and everything and especially me. I couldnt have been bad enough to have caused that. She could have gone to Debs, gotten an apartment, demanded counseling. It was him. Only him. That son of a bitch! A dark limo pulled into Richards parking space and I jumped out of my car and ran to it without even closing my door. I neednt have bothered. The passenger window rolled down and I was looking at some attorney. Where is he? I need to see him! As you can see, Mr. Moriarty is not here. Moreover, you are not welcome on these premises. If you do not leave right away we will have you removed. But he has my wife! He took my wife, damn it! That would be an issue between you and your spouse, not Mr. Moriarty. I looked around and found two very large, but polite, young men, ready to escort me away. * * * * * A PI Ive used once told me people should never think they cant be found. They leave traces. Hell, Richard hardly tried. He had the money to make himself unavailable. My PI found two other residences with a couple of hours work, along with three more phone numbers, registrations on four cars, two work addresses, the whole McGillicuddy. I drove to the first address, another gated estate. The same two men were waiting for me there. They followed me as I went on to find the third residence, and then to Richards other work address, where they were met by two more men. I went home and began calling all his numbers, leaving voice messages all over. I called his offices over and over. His attack secretaries got to not answering. Fucking caller ID! At 2:00 p.m. I called to cancel all my appointments for the week. I drove to a spot a few blocks from one of Richards estates, parked, and began looking for a chink in its fortifications, but within five minutes the second set of large men came out to greet me. This time they grabbed me and hustled me back to my car. Listen, you fucker! one said. Stay away from Mr. Moriarty or youre going to get hurt! Not nearly as polite. * * * * * I finally saw Richard because he came to see me. It was a few days later, two or three I guess, and I was sitting in the living room staring at a wall, out of ideas and out of gas. Alice, my wife, my life partner. She was gone, and it was out of the blue, and it was with Mr. Sex. I jumped when the doorbell rang. There he was, flanked by the two polite bodyguards, one of whom positioned himself partly between the two of us. Henry! It was his usual warm voice. I hear youve been asking for me. Where is Alice? Shes fine, Henry. Where is she? You took her, you fucker. I need to talk to her! She left you. Happens all the time. Accept it, Henry. Find someone else, someone more your speed. What do you mean? What have you done with her? God, I wanted to kill him. That was the moment I hated him above all the other moments that would follow. Oh, you dont want to ask that, Henry. Ive done plenty with her. Our lovemaking is, oh, very imaginative. And I might add passionate. Why, the things you never did to her! I stared at him. Could I land a good punch before the polite young man took me down? What did you do? How did you do this? Richard looked a little impatient. Look, Henry. I seduced her, okay? I convinced her Im the man who can give her these experiences shes missed. And its true. I can. So I talked her into it. How? Henry, Henry, Henry. If I have to tell you it wont do any good. The fact is that a lot of women are pretty easy if you approach them right. Alice was as easy as any. Men are so pussy-whipped they think they have to be sensitive, and supportive, and all that, to get them. He twisted out the word sensitive. But thats not what most women want. Some. Not most. Theyre so transparent if you look at whom they gravitate toward. They want a man with a capital M. They want him clever and strong and rich and powerful and experienced. He has to be smarter than they are. And they want him aggressive and a little controlling. For this guy, they want to be his special girl. He played with the world special, dragged it out. They deny it. They think they should be feminists, but its true. Then, once they make the commitment to a guy, in their heads, he can make them do almost anything. Theyll like most of it, too. Didnt you ever wonder why so many of them change their feelings about sex to match his, start doing the sexual things he wants? Almost all the women into swinging and bondage started doing it to please their men. And it isnt just sex. You find it in all kinds of attitudes. You see it but you dont understand it. If hes in charge thats how it usually works out. Thats why so many stay with batterers and child rapers. They cant imagine life without him, and theyll do anything to try to stay his special little thang. And Alice... You want to know how I got to your little Alice, dont you? God, it was so easy! I seduced her over the phone. By the second call I knew I was in, figuratively speaking. You wouldnt believe how much fun it is with those bitches who think theyre tough and want to show it by being insulting. No, of course you wouldnt, Henry. You dont know how to seduce a woman at all. If you ever did it, it was by luck. He finally got to something concrete. She never told you I called, did she? Hed called? He'd called. Of course. Probably that first day, sometime after lunch. Things began to fit into place. Finally I spoke: And she talked to you? I cant believe it. Believe it. He laughed. Really shes always been intrigued by me, but she hid it behind an air of hostility. I thought it was real enough. Richard laughed again. Im never fooled by appearances, he said. She thought she was supposed to hate me but I was this fantasy man. I could offer her so many things. I became the man in her imagination. Im sure after my first call she was wondering what it would be like to be fucked by me. Maybe before that, after the New Years thing. Thats the way the sex works out, Henry dear. Dont think women go into it wanting the pleasure. Oh, they love the pleasure all right. But first they want the man. She commits to him in her mind and then she starts wanting him to do her. And shell get off by letting him fuck with her. His beeper went off. He pulled it out of its holster and looked at it. Gotta go, Henry. By the way, this was just a courtesy call. You should leave Alice alone. She doesnt want to see you, and I wouldnt want things to become...unpleasant. But who knows? Maybe one day we can all be friends again. Meanwhile, if you need to leave a message, call this number only. One of the polite young men handed me a business card and they left. * * * * * A CD arrived the next day. The bell rang again. It only brought bad news. This time it was a courier, who hand- delivered the thing. What would you do with it? I went straight to a CD player and popped it in. It was a recording of Richards first call to Alice. His way of boasting. What it told me was that everything hed said was true. Richard had seduced Alice just like he said he had. He was truthful, I thought one of the most truthful people Ive ever known. I still have the CD. Its stored carefully, and I transferred the text to my hard drive so I could listen to it over and over, when I wanted to torture myself. Listen. Hello? Hello, lovely Alice. This is Richard. And to what tragedy do we owe the honor of this call? Henry isnt home just yet. No, thats just as well. Id rather talk with you anyway. Youre much more interesting. Well, I dont think youre very interesting. I dont get off on displays of cheap sex and dominance. Dominance? The other night? Oh heavens, Alice! Do you really think I forced Diane into anything? Im sure she loves being whipped. Especially in front of a crowd. Of course she does! Dear, dear Alice. It was part of the fantasy. Couldnt you see how excited she became by it all? Everything was a fantasy scene we worked out in advance, so she could experience something shed only imagined. So she got to live it out. I thought surely you recognized that. I saw it in your eyes. Everything that really drives people has large dollops of fantasy, you know, and New Years Eve drove Diane into a such a state. Oh, Im sure it did. And what of your state? A day at the office. I build my life around fantasy. You know that. Its made me wealthy. And free. And in demand. Maybe to some women, Dick, but not to me. That wasnt just a show at New Years. Dont try so hard to convince yourself, lovely Alice. You find me more intriguing than you let on. And I find you irresistible. But it was only half a show. It was a scene. She accepted the rules before we started, the rules of the fantasy. She was bound to uphold her side. If she didnt, if it were just a show, she wouldnt have been half so aroused. She had to know I could play out everything in the role of master, to give her fantasy world the illusion of reality. If youd like, I could ask her to explain it to you. You arrogant bastard! Finally she was through bantering. On the tape Richard explodes in a warm laugh, sounding completely un-self conscious, before he responds: Well, yes to the first part. He laughs again. But not so arrogant that I think I can just swoop in and alady will find me irresistible. Things are muchly much more complex than that! Again he laughs. Oh, you dont just lay on a fantasy? I thought you could do anything in fantasy! Im sure she thought she was laying on withering sarcasm, but he wasnt stopped at all. Heavens no! Good fantasy requires imagination and a mind for myriad details, but it also needs enormous preparation. Thats why most peoples fantasies go nowhere. One must master them, play with them, plot reasonable paths and outcomes, deal with logistics. And it requires action. It takes all that to grow fantasy into something more than a desperate yearning within you when youre having your coitus. Alice doesnt say anything. Silence. Such a long pause on the tape. Youre so quiet, Alice. Why dont you tell me a fantasy? With thought and discussion, it can evolve. Finally she says something, in a quieter voice, all the high-spirited, romance-novel challenge drained from it. I think I better go now, Richard. Im not one of your girls. Im a happily married woman. Im not looking for your games. No. Of course not, Alice. Richards voice drops, both volume and timbre. I never suggested otherwise. I apologize. Im not that presumptuous. And yet. And yet you do have fantasies, unspoken ones. You make love in predictable ways, at predictable times. And you bring the fantasies up from the back of your mind when youre doing it. Maybe before you start. Maybe theyre what get you excited in the first place. Theyre your most private thoughts, not even for Henry. A very brief silence. He didnt let it drag, the bastard. His timing comes out on the tape. Tell me Im wrong, Alice. Tell me that honestly. She finally comes back on. She sounds depressed, tired. Everyone has fantasies. They add spice. Im certainly not going to tell you mine. Of course not, Alice. I apologize again. Im explaining what I do. I evolve fantasies for people, and I charge them for the job. I charge them excessively. I tell them everyones can be more, and its true. Later they come back and pay me more to take their fantasies further or to craft new ones. There can always be more. Fantasy is what makes life really worth living for the thinking person. You know yours can be more. I do that for people, and its worth it to them to pay me very well. Here it seems she tries to make a joke of the conversation with a laugh that is only a little bit forced. I dont know why I let you go on like this! Like I said, Im not going to be one of your little fantasy girls. He laughs again, and its not forced at all. And yet here you are, talking with the enemy when you could have hung up long ago. He laughs once again, then says something with faux sadness: I guess Ill just have to go away with my own little fantasies of you. She laughs, still forced: Yes, I guess so. Theres a hesitation. Though I dont think I like your having fantasies of me. You dont have my permission to have any. But as you said, everyone has fantasies. Im simply more honest about them. Thats part of why Im good with them, why theyre my business, because Im not like other people, not ashamed of them. Then he sounds more serious. And theyre mine. I dont need permission. Goethe wrote, If I love you, what business is it of yours? He lets the silence hang this time. I can imagine him timing it, deciding how long he should give her. Its only about five seconds before she responds, but it seems longer. I...I dont know about your having those fantasies. Her voice has changed. She doesnt sound angry, or disapproving. I dont need your approval, Alice. She hesitates again: Should I worry about what youre thinking? He drags it out again. Hes good: You said you didnt want to know. Well. Well, I dont know. Her mouth seems dry: Maybe you should. Tell me. I think...I think you should tell me what they are. Another pause. Shes ill at ease. He has her. Because I think I might worry about them. About what youre thinking. A silence. Richard? A brief silence. So you want to know something Ive fantasized about you. Yes. No. But ... I dont know. You brought it up, not me. And youre curious. Im concerned. Okay. So Ill tell you. Just one little thing. Nothing. A little thing in my mind. Hesitation: Okay. Well... He dragsit out, again. Its as though hes taking long drag on a cigarette and letting it out slowly: In this one Im licking and sucking your pussy. Another pause. Then: Oh. I cant tell if thats a question or a statement, or if its a little gasp, caught and molded at the last instant. Only youre tied to a bed, spread to the four posts. Oh! Of course! Your typical dominance! She sounds relieved that it sounds simple and unimaginative. Heavens no! Its just that such a woman as you might throttle me with your thighs at just the wrong moment, and we couldnt have that, could we? He laughs, but continues before she can interject: But really this is for you, so that you cant control how it goes, or how long it goes, and so you get to experience the delicious mixture of helplessness and pleasure. Because in the fantasy I press my tongue against your spot with hard, steady pressure, then move it up and down and around. I make you hot, but I go slowly, slowly, slowly, and I make it drag on once youre high enough. Alice doesnt say anything. How is that for a fragment of fragment of a fantasy, Alice? Finally she says something: If the woman in your fantasy doesnt want you to do that, does she just tell you? No. You cant. Why cant she? Because I havea belt. If you say anything at all, you know Ill whip you. So you have to take it. My tongue is moving over your clitoris, around and around. My mouth is hot on you. She delays responding. I can picture her wondering what to say, and how to phrase it. She sounds almost empty of air when she finally comes back on. So. Whats in that fantasy for you, if youre busy pleasuring the woman? My time will come, Im sure. And I get to experience you the entire time, Alice, in so many ways. I feel your flesh and feel you move. And I see you under me, your sweet body, your face. Do you know you close your eyes when youre inflamed? Alice doesnt say anything. And I taste you. You taste musky in my fantasy, Alice. I smell your musk as you become more aroused. It'sa like a wonderful cologne. And I get to hear you. Im experiencing Alice with all my senses. I hear every breath, every gasp, every little whimper, every sound of disappointment when I let up a little and every moan as I go faster and harder on you. You move your body because you cant help responding, Alice. You get so caught up in it. At some... Alice finally cuts in, and its sudden: Richard, I have to go. Im sorry... Of course, Alice. Id like to call you again. I dont think you should. Im sorry... Let me call you again in a few days. I have to hang up. Tell me I can call you. I have to go. Tell me. Say it. I have to go. Ive never heard someone sound so desperate. Say it. Some other time. Give me a day. A time. Not before Thursday. In the afternoon. Ill call you. Theres a click and the recording ends. End of Part One.

PARTY FAVORS by Zebulon This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. Feedback is welcome. [email protected] (MC, MF, FF, d/s) * * * * * Start of Story * * * * * We were going to the performance of a stage hypnotist. My roommate, Leslie, had been given two tickets -- for free -- by some guy she met in a mall. He told her he was a 'front man' for the hypnotist and that giving away the tickets was some kind of media thing. A lot of folks would have simply accepted that. I was skeptical. "You're always suspicious of everything, Rhonda," my roomie said with a pout. "I suppose it keeps you out of trouble, but it also keeps you from having any fun." It was possible I suppose that giving away tickets was a way of attracting customers to a new act. If the performance was any good it might create a lot of word-of-mouth publicity. But knowing Leslie, I wondered if the guy was just hitting up on her. My roommate was really beautiful. And everyone knew it except for Leslie herself. She really had no idea how attractive she was and always thought of herself as rather plain. Then again, I suppose you could say the same for me. I've never thought of myself as particularly good looking either. I don't see anything special when I see myself in a mirror. But I've been favorably compared to Leslie on more than one occasion. And we both get hit on often enough. So it could be. And maybe the ticket thing was legitimate as well. But if Leslie was determined to go, I sure has hell wasn't going to let her go by herself. So there we were. Dressed up, looking good, and off to the theater. The tickets turned out to be real. We even had great seats, right up front. And the show was surprisingly good. The opening act was this magic guy who also told jokes. He was very talented and really funny. And he also did some juggling. So I figured that even if the Hypnotist was a flop, the evening was worth it. But the Hypnotist turned out to be even better than the opener. He asked for and got a bunch of volunteers from the audience. Leslie wanted to volunteer us both, but I said, 'no way.' So we just watched. He started to hypnotize about twenty audience members all at once. Pretty soon he had a half dozen of them in a trance and sent the rest back to their seats. He said he could have hypnotized them all if he were willing to spend enough time, but for the sake of the show, he'd limit himself to the best subjects who went under most quickly. Could be. I was skeptical about that, too. I was wondering if these were real volunteers of if they were plants. But Leslie said she knew one of the guys who was still up on stage and she was sure he was no fake. The hypnotist also said he couldn't make the subjects do anything they wouldn't do normally. I'd heard that somewhere before. But he said that he could trick them into doing all kinds of ridiculous things that wouldn't physically hurt them. And he was right. That was the act. He spent the next hour running those poor slobs through all kinds of silly stunts. He had them howling like wolves and pretending to be other animals. He had the guy Leslie knew eat a raw onion and think it was an apple. That's when I was really convinced. To be honest, it scared me a little. He had them dancing, and singing, and acting just like they thought they had talent. But they were terrible, so it was really funny. And no one got hurt at all, unless you consider severe onion breath to be an injury. When it was over, he gave the volunteers a whole bunch of free gifts. And that made me think that maybe we should have gone up after all. Some of the stuff he handed out was really nice. He also gave them lots of free passes to come back and bring friends to one of the later shows that week. And that really had me convinced the free ticket thing was legitimate, too. Then he said that everyone who had volunteered, whether he had hypnotized them or not, and everyone who had received a free pass to the performance was invited back stage to the Green Room for a party after the show. When it was over he got this huge standing ovation. As folks were filing out, Leslie and I debated whether or not to go to the party. Well, it wasn't really much of a debate. Leslie really wanted to go and I was only a little hesitant. So we went. And it turned out to be a lot of fun. There was plenty of good food. And no booze at all which made me relax. I got to meet the magic guy and he was real nice. He was also quite a looker close up. He had a great ass and, if his costume were any indication, he was pretty well hung. Of course, I pretended not to notice. Leslie called me over and introduced me to the guy who had given her the tickets. He seemed a little shifty to me. I'm not sure why, there was just something about him. She also introduced me to her friend who'd been in the act. He couldn't remember anything about it at all. He just said he felt great. In fact he'd never felt better in his life. But I didn't talk to him very long. He really stank of onion. But he didn't know that either. Later, I introduced Leslie to the Magic man. And while we were talking I noticed the shifty guy talking to the Hypnotist. I might not have paid any attention, except the two of them kept glancing over at us. I supposed they were talking about Mr. Magic, but it still gave me the creeps. It was a nice party, but broke up fairly quickly. I glanced at my watch and figured it was time to leave. It was just late enough that I could have gone home and to bed without another thought. But it was just early enough that I could have gone out with Leslie to a coffee shop to spend a while chatting. I wondered what she wanted to do. Where was she? I finally spotted her talking with the Hypnotist. She waved me over. For reasons which I couldn't explain, I started getting that creepy feeling again. We were being invited to an after party-party up in the Hypnotist's Penthouse Suite at the Plaza Hotel. My first thought was, 'Bullshit!' I wasn't going to be some kind of sexual groupie. But before I could embarrass myself by expressing that thought, Leslie assured me that this was a real party with at least a dozen people. She told me Mr. Hypnotist traveled with a small troupe of supporting personnel and that they always celebrated a good opening night with a party in his room. Leslie said a couple of other girls and the two of us were being invited because the supporting crew were two-thirds men. They liked to invite some local girls in to even out the numbers. I could believe that. Men always like lots of women at parties. They need to think there's at least an outside chance they might get laid. Leslie said we were being invited because we'd made such a good impression on Mr. Magic. Humph. I was still doubtful, but the shine in her eyes was so bright, I just knew she wanted to go. And I didn't have the heart to disappoint her. I suppose I could have begged off and let her go alone. But that would have put a damper on the party for her. And besides, I felt I needed to be there to keep an eye on things. Leslie was far too trusting. So we found ourselves at the penthouse party. It was a nice room. Well, a nice set of rooms actually. It was huge. And I really liked the crew members. In addition to Mr. Magic there were some stage hands, a prop guy, an accountant and a couple of other guys who I never did figure out what they did. They all seemed like good people. The only one who still gave me the willies was the ticket guy but he kept pretty much to himself, so he didn't bother me much. And there were also a few women. There was an assistant to the Hypnotist and another for Mr. Magic. There was a P.R. liaison -- whatever that was. There was also a rather intense looking woman named Della who was introduced to me as the Road Manager. She was a tall, dark haired woman with very pale skin. She looked as if she'd once been cast in the roll of Mrs. Dracula. But she was very friendly and we ended up talking for a long time. She told me a little about the show, but a whole lot about the practical uses of hypnosis. She was really big on hypnosis as a medical tool and for self-improvement. At first it was all very interesting, but after a while I began to feel like maybe she was hitting on me. There was just something in her manner and the way she looked at me. I was about to excuse myself and find someone else to talk to when Leslie came walking up with the Hypnotist. She was all excited again. He had been telling her about how she could use hypnosis to make controlling her diet easy. Leslie was hardly fat. In fact she had a fabulous shape. But it was a constant battle for her and the hypnotist told her he could make it easy. And she said I could use hypnosis to improve my concentration for my studies. I had been taking night classes and was having troubles of my own. The Hypnotist said it would make study easy and automatic and guarantee me better grades. While we were talking he put his arm around Mrs. Dracula. It turned out she was his live-in girlfriend as well as being the Road Manager. That made me feel a lot more comfortable about both of them. I mean if they were committed to each other, neither one would be hitting on Leslie or me, right? I guess the promise of making my studying easier was just what it took to get me to agree. Leslie of course was already hyped. I don't know what the Hypnotist promised the other two girls, but whatever it was, they were as excited as Leslie. So the Hypnotist moved us to a small dining room table with four chairs around it. Each girl sat in one of the chairs. There was a candle in the center of the table and the Hypnotist lit it. I could look up over the candle flame and see one of the other girls looking back at me. She was a cute little redhead with a nice smile. Leslie was to my right and the fourth girl, a tall blond, was to my left. Everyone else was sitting or standing in a wide circle around us. The room lights were switched off and the whole scene was lit up only by the flickering candle. For a moment everything seemed incredibly weird. I almost got up and laughed the whole thing off but then the Hypnotist started talking. His voice was, for lack of a better word, absolutely hypnotic. He told us to concentrate on the candle flame and I did. He told us to raise our right hands and point at the flame and I did that too. The redhead across from me was pointing at the flame, but somehow it felt like she was pointing at me. That was kind of spooky. But by now, I was really concentrating on the voice. The voice told me my arm would grow heavy and tired much faster than it normally would. I suppose I could have held my arm pointing at the candle like that for many minutes, but the voice was right. Within a few moments it felt very heavy and tired. I noticed the redhead's arm already starting to drop. She had a somewhat startled look on her face. When I looked back at my arm it had practically fallen down to the table level. I tried to lift it, but somehow I couldn't. I didn't know if I should be freaked out or delighted that it was working. Once all four arms were down, the voice told us that they would start to feel light again. The voice said they would begin to float up and point back at the candle. And damned if they didn't. All four arms started slowly and jerkily to rise. This was super weird. But I was fascinated nonetheless. And soon we were all pointing at the candle and at each other again. Then the voice said our arms would again grow heavy and drop, only this time so would our eyelids. The voice said we were supposed to try to fight this as hard as we could, but that soon our arms would hit the tables and when they did our eyes would be closed. The last thing I remembered seeing was a blurred image of my limp hand as it was coming to rest on the tablecloth. * * * * * I was floating on a cloud. My eyes were closed and I could only feel the sensation of floating. The only thing I could hear was the voice. I felt wonderful. The voice talked and I listened. But it was like some other part of me was paying attention. I was just floating. I wished it would never end. * * * * * I was floating in space and far away there was a distant sun. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and hands as I watched it in the darkness of space. A voice told me the sun was moving farther away and I saw it getting smaller and dimmer. The voice said the warmth was leaving and I started to get colder. Much colder. Soon I felt like I was freezing. I wanted to cry. It was cold and dark and I could feel myself trembling. Then the voice told me the sun was returning. And soon I was feeling warm and comfortable again. * * * * * I was sitting on a beach. It was a lovely warm day. The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and the sea was beautiful. A voice said it was time to get into my swim suit. So I kicked off my shoes and stood up. I started taking off my clothes and piling them on the beach chair until I was down to my bikini. And this was a little strange because I didn't even own a bikini. I heard what sounded like a bunch of people clapping. I looked around to find out where it was coming from. But then the voice said it was the sound of sea birds. And sure enough, when I listened again, I could hear the gulls calling to each other in the distance. Then the voice said the sun was getting closer and it was getting hotter. Soon I felt like I was sweating like crazy. I wanted to run down and jump in the water but I couldn't seem to find it. The voice said I'd feel much cooler if I weren't wearing my bikini. I was embarrassed at the thought of being naked in such a public place and was torn between the heat and my embarrassment. But the voice assured me that this was a very private beach and that I would feel very safe and comfortable once I had removed my swim suit. So I carefully removed the top. I was a little surprised to find it unhooked like a bra rather than untying. But then I slipped out of my bottoms and sure enough I could feel the cool sea breeze and I was no longer hot. I stretched in the warm sea air and listened to the gulls calling to each other again. The voice told me that I'd better put on some sun tan lotion so as not to get burned. It said there was a tube of lotion near my feet. So I bent over and picked it up and started putting it on. Then the voice told me not to be alarmed, but that some good friends of mine were about to show up. The voice said not to bother getting my swim suit back on, my friends were nude sun bathing too and that we could help each other out by carefully putting sun tan lotion on each other to be sure we didn't miss any spots. And there was Leslie and the two girls I had met at the Hypnotist's party. It seemed strange to see them on this beach all naked like that. But the voice had said it was OK, so I didn't give it another thought. And soon we were lotioning each other down and having a great time. It was funny. The birds were suddenly quite loud, but I still couldn't see them. * * * * * I was at the Hypnotist's party. A voice said I was a dog. Had I always been a dog? No matter, it was good to be a dog. But what was really funny was that three human girls were pretending to be dogs. I started jumping around and barking at them. They weren't wearing any clothes at all. I'd never seen humans behaving like that before and thought they looked silly. I was barking at them to tell them to stop that and to get dressed. But they weren't paying any attention to me, so I just kept barking. Then one of the men came over and started scratching me behind my ears. I liked that. It felt nice. He rolled me over on my back and started rubbing my belly and chest. And that felt really nice. I forgot all about the silly naked humans. The man called me a good girl and brought his hand up so I could lick it. Soon lots of men were rubbing and scratching me. I loved being the center of attention. One of the men reached down and checked something between my legs. I guess he must have been a Vet. I don't like going to the Vet's office. He said I was wet. I hope that doesn't mean I'm going to get sick. I felt great. Then the voice told us all to sit up and beg and we all did. I whined a little because the silly human girls were still pretending to be dogs. And the voice must have realized something was wrong, because the voice said we were all dogs. And when I looked again I realized the voice was right. I must have been mistaken before. They were all bitches just like me. The voice had the long blond bitch do some tricks in the center of the room. She was an afghan and must have been a racing dog. I wished the voice would ask me to do some tricks too. I liked being the center of attention. Then the voice had me walk over and check out the blond bitch's ass. The voice said her ass would smell wonderful. So I went over and checked. And sure enough she had the nicest smelling ass. It was wonderful being a dog and getting to smell the asses of other dogs. Humans just don't know what they're missing. The voice said the blond bitch loved having her ass smelled by me and sure enough she made little yelping noises of pleasure and wiggled her ass while I sniffed. Then the voice told me to lick her ass and clean it for her. It said I would find the taste wonderful. And it was. And the long blond bitch loved that too. The other two dogs were doing something else, but I wasn't paying any attention. I was having too much fun licking the blond bitch's ass. All the humans in the room were laughing and clapping. Everyone was having a gre</ time. I was very happy. * * * * * I was floating. I couldn't seem to remember where I was. But it didn't matter. I felt great and it was good just to float. It seemed to go on for a long time. * * * * * I was on my knees. I was naked but that didn't seem to bother me. I was on a thick rug in a large empty room. I could hear voices, but they seemed far away. A voice told me I was thirsty. And I was. The voice told me I wanted a popsicle to suck on. And I did. The voice said they were going to give me some new kind of popsicle with a special delicious cream filling. All I had to do was to suck on it and enjoy it and be sure not to bit it or scratch my teeth on it. And there was the popsicle. It almost seemed to be floating on the air in front of my face. It was kind of strange looking, but the voice said it would taste good. So I leaned forward and took a lick. It was great. It was a really strange popsicle because it was soft and rather warm. But it had such a delightful flavor. I couldn't quite tell what it tasted like, but I couldn't get enough of it either. I just kept licking and sucking. The voice told me that if I kept that up, I'd get to the special cream filling soon. The voice told me there were some special cream filling sacks under the back of the popsicle. And that if I were to gently rub and squeeze them I'd get more filling. But I had to be careful not to rub or squeeze them too hard. So I brought up my hands and started fondling the little sacks. I could hear little moaning sounds of pleasure in the background. I wasn't sure what they were, but they sounded happy. Then the popsicle started to twitch and throb and my mouth was filled with the most delightful tasting cream. I licked it all down and was disappointed the popsicle didn't give me any more. The popsicle was taken away after that and the voice asked if I'd like another. I said, 'Oh yes," and there was another popsicle for me. This time, while I was sucking on the popsicle, I could feel ghost-like hands on my head. It felt like they were grabbing my hair and it bothered me. I tried shaking my head a little to make the hands go away. I grunted and reached up to push them off. The voice asked me what was wrong. I had to let go of that wonderful popsicle to answer. But then the voice told me I liked the feel of the ghost hands, and what do you know? I did. I had a third popsicle and still wanted more. But the voice said it was time to call it a night. * * * * * I was at the Hypnotist's party. My mind seemed foggy. The lighting had been turned way down. I was naked, but somehow that seemed natural. I wondered in a casual way where my clothes were. Leslie was standing near me and she was naked, too. That also didn't seem to bother me. Leslie had a silly smile but the rest of her face was blank. She wasn't bothered by her nakedness either. I turned my head a little at some noises behind me. I seemed to be moving in slow motion, like I was underwater or something. The two girls who came to the party with us were both naked and so where a half dozen of the men from the crew. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but it looked like a lot of sex. The redhead was on her hands and knees and there was a naked guy at her face and another behind her. I caught a half glimpse of the blond. Her head seemed to be bobbing up and down. There were giggles and moans and slurping noises coming from the dimness across the room. I became aware of a conversation on my other side and turned back. It took a few moments. It was the Hypnotist and his road manager girl friend. I couldn't understand what they were saying. It was like I could hear their voices, but I couldn't make any sense out of their words. The woman reached up and touched Leslie on the shoulder. The hypnotist looked like he was about to say something. But then the woman changed her mind and put her hand on my shoulder instead. I could see her hand, but I couldn't feel it. They hypnotist smiled and then he looked me right in the eye. "Rhonda," he said, "can you hear me?" Somehow, his calling my name made everything clear. Well not everything. I still couldn't understand what anyone else was saying. But I could really understand him. "Yes," I replied. "Listen carefully. I want you to hear Della's voice as well as mine. Do whatever her voice tells you for the rest of the evening. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good Girl." He turned his girlfriend and said, "Ok, she's all yours. I'll see you in the morning." Then the two of them kissed for a long time. I vaguely wondered why they were interested in me if they were going to spend the night kissing each other. But as soon as they broke off, the woman turned to me and said, "Follow me." And as she moved off, I followed her. Behind me I could hear the Hypnotist talking again, "Leslie, can you hear me?" * * * * * I was in a dungeon. It was dark and cold and dirty. I was naked and I was leaning up against a wall. My hands were spread out above my head and my feet were spread, too, a couple of feet back from the wall. Both my hands and feet were somehow locked in position. I couldn't tell how, exactly. But I couldn't move them. I could hear Mistress Della moving behind me. How had I gotten here? How did I know that was Mistress Della behind me? Just who the hell *was* Mistress Della anyway? I was scared. But somehow, I was also very horny? Why the hell would being in this kind of situation make me hot? What was going on? Mistress Della was very close now. I could feel her moving right up against me. 'Oh my God!' She wasn't wearing any clothes. I could feel her naked body pressing up against mine. She was reaching around and feeling my breast. She was tweaking my nipple. It was really hard. The voice was talking to me again. It was like the voice of God. "Now, my sweet," she said, "it's time for you to feel the sting of my lash." I was trembling. She held something up next to my face. It was the belt to a bathrobe. "You see this?" "Yes, Mistress." Now why the hell was I calling her that? Why was I being so meek? I wanted to scream and cry. "It's a whip," she said. "It's a big, black, evil whip." I looked again and she was holding a whip. I was so scared I wanted to pee. "When I use it, you'll hear the crack and feel the searing pain on your backside. Won't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "And the feel of the whip will make you even hotter. Won't it?" "Yes, Mistress." I was already starting to cry and she hadn't even hit me yet. Tears were running down my cheeks. But my pussy felt so damned wet. Why was all this making me so horny? She was kissing the back of my neck now and still fondling my breast. God it felt good! But why was I getting so turned on by another woman? A woman who was about to whip me? I started crying even more. Then I felt her move back away from me. I was trembling even harder. But nothing happened at first. Just some quiet squishing sounds from behind. I screwed up some courage and looked back over my shoulder. The woman was just standing there with her mouth slightly open and her eyes half closed. She was holding the whip with one hand and the other hand was between her own legs. She was masturbating. Then she noticed me looking at her. "Eyes forward, Bitch!" she yelled. I quickly turned back and started praying. I hadn't prayed in years, but I was praying now. There were more little squishing sounds and then a long terrifying silence. Suddenly I felt the whip crack against my back. There was a piercing agonizing pain like a streak of lightening. It felt like a sharp intense orgasm. I wanted to scream but for some reason I couldn't. I could only grunt. A moment later, there was another crack of the whip and then another and another. I could feel her cracking the whip all over my backside. The pain was so extreme I almost came. I wanted to come. I wanted to holler. But all I could do was to whimper and grunt and twitch in sexual heat. I wished that my knees would buckle under me, but somehow I remained standing. I wanted to fall on the floor and die, but my bonds kept me upright. The woman started whipping my behind, and then my legs. It was horrible. It was unendurable. I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I wanted so badly to reach down and touch myself until I could find some release, but I couldn't move my hands. Tears were flooding down my face. There was a brief pause. Then I felt the whip again, but this time the woman had moved in more closely and the whip was wrapping itself around my body and cracking against my front side. I could feel the intense lightening on my belly and on my breasts and on the front of my legs. One stroke came around and even cracked against my vulva. That one almost sent me over the edge. And still I couldn't scream. And still I couldn't move. And still I couldn't touch myself. Then it stopped. The woman came up behind me again. The touch of her body against my tortured backside was exquisite. It was intensely, painfully erotic. She must have dropped her whip, because I could feel both her hands on me. Rubbing my abused breasts, pinching my swollen nipples, scratching my tortured belly. I felt one hand slide down and bury itself in my crotch. There was no resistance. I was so wet. Her fingers sank into my warm flesh like I had been specially lubricated. She started rubbing on my clit and I just knew I would come at any moment. But her voice said, "Not yet, kitten. Don't come yet." "OK, Mistress." And somehow, despite my horniness, I couldn't bring myself over the edge. She just kept moving her hands, and tweaking my most sensitive areas, and rubbing her own body and breasts into my back. My tears and my other juices were still flowing freely. After awhile she stopped and told me my bounds had been released. * * * * * I was lying on the floor in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and somehow I knew that I'd been severely whipped even though I couldn't see any whip marks. My entire body was in agony, but somehow it was a sexual agony. I was curled into a fetal position but I still couldn't bring my hands down to finger myself. A naked woman was sitting in a chair a few feet away. I recognized her as the Hypnotist's road manager, but she was also my Mistress. 'My Mistress?!' "Are you hot, Slave?" she asked. "Do you want to come?" "Oh yes, Mistress!" "Then beg for it, Slave," she said. "Beg for it and prove how much you want it." I didn't care how humiliating this was. I uncurled a bit and started begging and whining and pleading for my Mistress to let me come. I was crying and cringing. The sexual pain was awful. This went on for awhile while the woman in the chair kept fingering herself. Then she said something which I didn't hear because I was making so much noise myself. "Mistress?" I whined. "I said, crawl over here and kiss my feet. And do a better job of begging me to let you come." And even as she continued fingering herself, I crawled over on my belly and started kissing her feet. Between kisses I continued my pathetic begging. The woman really seemed to be getting off on my humiliation. She started breathing louder and her fingers were moving faster. "Shut up and lick my feet, Slut. Just shut the fuck up and lick my toes." And I did. Tears still streaming down my face. A terrible sexual ache in my groin. I stuck out my tongue and began licking all around and between her toes. And somewhere in there, I heard her come. Her whole body went rigid, pulsed for several long moments, and then went slack. I never stopped licking her toes the whole time. Minutes later, when her breathing came back to normal, I was sill licking her toes. "Enough!" * * * * * I was lying on a large bed in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and somehow I knew that I'd been severely whipped. A voice said "Roll onto your back, Slave." I rolled over, even though every move was a sexual agony. "Spread your legs, Slave," the voice said and I did. Looking down between my legs I saw Hypnotist's road manager, walking up toward me. She was naked. And somehow I knew she was my Mistress. 'My Mistress?!' She looked down at me. "Are you horny, Slave? Do you want to come?" "Yes, Mistress! Please!" "Then beg for it, Slave," she said, "and maybe I'll let you." And while I was begging and pleading and humiliating myself she just stood there looking pleased with herself and lightly rubbing her own breast with one hand. "OK! Now shut up," she said. "I'm going to make you come. But not until I give you the signal. When I'm ready for you to come, I'll squeeze your tit. OK? Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress, I'm not to come until you squeeze my breast." "Press your titties together." I did so. My breasts weren't huge, but they were large enough that I could do what she'd ordered. "Now hold them like that. You're going to get even hotter than you are now. You're going to get so damn hot you won't be able to stand it. But all you'll be able to do is to writhe around and make sexy noises letting me know how much you're enjoying being eaten. Understand?' "Yes, Mistress, I'm to writhe around and make sexy noises but not to come until you squeeze my breast." "Hummph," she said. "OK slut, keep begging me to eat you. And then shut up when you feel my mouth on your cunt." I started begging again and didn't stop until my Mistress lay down between my legs and starting licking me. The feel of her mouth was amazing. I'd been licked by a couple of boyfriends before, but never anything like this. I was moaning and whining and thrashing. The feel of my own breasts was incredible. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. I felt the woman's fingers in my vagina. And then she stuck a finger in my rear hole. I was completely wet and lubricated down there. And without warning, she suddenly reached up and pinched my right breast really hard. And I came, and came, and came, and came. I'd never come like that before. It seemed to go on forever. * * * * * I was standing at the foot of a large bed in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and there was a thin sash tied around my neck. A voice said it was a collar and a leash and when I looked again it was. The Hypnotist's road manager was sitting cross legged on the bed in front of me and she was holding the leash. She was naked and she was also my Mistress. 'My Mistress?!' I felt drained, but I didn't know why. My muscles were sore. "OK, bitch," she said. "It's time for you to lick *my* cunt. Do it just like I did you." I couldn't remember what she was talking about, but somehow I new what she wanted. It was horrible. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even touched another woman's private areas before. But my Mistress tugged the leash and I found myself climbing up onto the bed between her legs. She lay back and pulled my face right into her hot crotch. It was awful. But it was also incredibly sexy somehow. Why was that? I found myself weeping even as I licked and fingered her. I could feel her fingers in my hair; her hands holding my head and guiding my motions. I wanted to throw up. But I just kept licking and licking and fingering and fingering. And then she came. She went rigid all at once and pressed my face into her crotch really hard. She yelled at me to stop licking. I could feel her wet flesh pulsing under my lips. I could feel tears running down the sides of my nose and dripping into her pubic hair. She just kept pressing my face into her until the contractions had stopped. Then she relaxed her grip and for a long time we just lay quietly. There was nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing and my own whimpering. Then it was over. * * * * * I woke up at home in bed. My head felt like it was full of Kleenex but somehow I felt wonderful. I knew my muscles were sore, but it didn't bother me. In fact I really felt great. I got up and took some Motrin anyway. Leslie was sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. She looked like I was feeling. What the hell had happened last night? I remembered the show and the Green Room party. Then everything was a fuzzy blank. I didn't remember having had anything to drink, but this sure felt like some kind of hangover. I didn't even remember coming home, but here we were. I asked Leslie what happened, but she couldn't remember, either. "I guess we must have had a good time," I said without much conviction. "I guess so," she replied weakly. * * * * * About a month later, Leslie turned up pregnant. She had to decide what she wanted to do about that. But the weird thing was that she claimed she hadn't had sex for over a year. A lot of folks would have been very skeptical about that. But somehow, I believed her. * * * * * End of Story * * * * * PARTY FAVORS by Zebulon This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted.

DOUBLE DATE by Zebulon This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. Feedback is welcome. [email protected] (MF, FF, Bond) * * * * * Start of Story * * * * * "Say again?" His voice was soft and teasing. She was clearly embarrassed. She looked down at her dessert plate and said, almost in a whisper, "Please." "Say it again." His voice a bit more commanding. The small noises of the restaurant had faded completely behind the rushing sound in her ears. She stared at her half empty plate and mumbled an unconvincing, "No." "No?" he asked in a playful tone, knowing he'd tapped into a most secret place. "Not really," she said with a trembling voice, "that is, not exactly." "Explain." he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo of his finger movements through her now squishy flesh. * * * * * They had met at a political fund-raiser. Sarah was a beauty from the local college. She was doing volunteer work for the campaign. Jason was a donor. He was tall, dark, and handsome. She was rather surprised to discover how wealthy he was. He seemed rather young to have so much money. She also thought he was a bit arrogant, if charming. He asked her out and she surprised herself by saying yes. Sarah was even more surprised that their first date had gone so well. He had been a perfect gentleman and they'd had a great time. Within a month she had shared his bed and was again surprised to find he was an excellent lover. She'd somehow expected that with his good looks and money he'd be a dud at lovemaking. Then the other shoe had dropped. On the third night, when making love, Jason pulled some soft ropes out of nowhere and asked if she'd like to 'play a little game.' She was very nervous; almost scared. But she also found -- and this was the greatest surprise of all -- she was tremendously turned on by the idea. They played. It was great. She wanted more. By the end of a few months their relationship had reached the point where they were taking their sex games out in public. * * * * * Dinner was at a very expensive and exclusive restaurant overlooking the bay. The lighting was subdued, the mood being set by moonlight reflected on the water and a small candle flickering on the table. There was soft romantic music playing in the background. The food had been sensational. The other diners were absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Jason's fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Sarah's womanhood under cover of the long tablecloth. He had made her come to dinner in an expensive evening gown and no panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He had been toying with her privates and with her passions ever since. Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when they were alone. That was the game. 'Had she ever faked an orgasm?' 'How often?' 'Why?' She was obligated to answer truthfully and had been doing so. 'Did she like giving head?' 'What did she like best about it?' 'What was she thinking that first time she asked him to do her from the rear?' That was a big one. She had always had a strange curiosity about anal sex, but she'd never worked up the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that way. With Jason it seemed an easy and almost natural request. And it turned out to be even better than she'd imagined. 'How long had she known she was a bottom?' 'Why did she like it so much?' 'What did she want to try that they hadn't already done?' She found, without much surprise, that having to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place was turning her on tremendously. Her pussy had been slightly moist when they'd started. It was quite damp now. She was afraid the back of her gown must be getting a wet spot and worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was very grateful for the dim lighting. Then came the question she had been passionately dreading. It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job of trying to hide the fact. 'Have you ever had sex with another woman?' She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it. * * * * * Jason knew early that he liked bondage and domination games. But finding playmates who shared his passion wasn't easy. When he first started dating he'd found only one. Then his father died and left him a large successful company and a fortune in cash and stocks. That made things considerably easier. And he'd developed an instinct. Over time he'd learned things to say and questions to ask when talking with new girls. More importantly, he'd learned how to interpret their answers. Now about one of every three girls he dated ended up being added to the growing list in his little black book. And being rich he wasn't obligated to play by the same rules as, what his father had called, 'the little people.' He wasn't monogamous and didn't pretend to be. He was, in fact, very truthful to his playmates about his other partners. Those who could live with it did so. The others left. And still his list of names grew. Sarah had been quite a find. She was a tall girl with a vaguely middle-eastern look. Something in her shape and bearing reminded one of a belly dancer. But her skin tones weren't dark. And her long wavy hair was such a light brown it almost looked blond. All in all, Jason thought she was quite a treat. And then to discover her deep capacity for submission. * * * * * He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell she was blushing furiously. "Go on, explain," he again prompted. Sarah was stuck and knew it. "I . . . That is, I've never actually been with another woman." "But you think about it?" She flushed even deeper and nodded her head. "You think about it a lot. Don't you?" Bingo! He'd hit the mark. Sarah, still looking down, closed her eyes and said, "Yes, sir." "My, my, my, . . . you like women," Jason mused, ". . . and you like to be dominated." His finger slid across her engorged clitoris as he spoke. Sarah unexpectedly tripped over the edge and orgasmed right at the table, just as the waiter was walking up with a carafe to freshen their coffee. "Please pardon my friend," Jason explained, "she has asthma." * * * * * Their lovemaking that night was the best ever. There was an intensity Sarah had never before experienced. Then she didn't hear from Jason for the next two weeks. She didn't know if she'd done something wrong. If the whole thing was over. Or if he'd just upped and died. She was moping around her dorm room one night when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Are you free Saturday night?" "Jason, where the hell have you been?" "Busy," he said brushing aside her question as well as her implied question. "Are you free this Saturday?" he asked with a little more iron in his voice. She was tempted to say 'No' just to get back at him for leaving her hanging. But instead answered meekly. "Yes, sir." "Good. My place, 6:45 pm sharp, informal attire, but look nice. Eat a snack before you come, dinner will be late." He paused. She said nothing. "Oh yes," he continued, "and don't beat off between now and then." The phone went dead. Part of her was furious at this cavalier treatment. But she was also quite turned on by it. Her panties were very damp indeed. She hadn't felt like having sex for over a week. Now she most certainly did. But she couldn't beat off for the next five days. Sarah felt like howling in frustration. * * * * * Jason lived alone in an impressive penthouse apartment in the business district. It wasn't even a penthouse in the regular sense. That is, it wasn't part of an apartment complex. It had started out as a temporary residence for his father, who quite literally 'lived the business.' He had it set up using the entire top floor of his corporate headquarters. When his father died, Jason made sure the company continued to thrive. Knowing he had no head for business, he'd done a good job of hiring excellent managers to run things. Aside from the occasional public event he was obligated to attend, he stayed out of their way and let the cash roll in. The enterprise grew. Soon the corporate headquarters had moved to a larger and more impressive building in a neighboring city. Jason expanded and converted the top two floors of the building into a rather flamboyant bachelor's pad. The 28th floor he reserved as a buffer and a kind of storage facility against his future needs. The rest of the building had been converted to office space. All of which made for good neighbors. The building was largely deserted nights and on weekends. There were security guards to guard his security. There was a maintenance crew to deal with maintenance. And there was a discreet cleaning lady who came three times a week to straighten up, do laundry, and make sure the larder was well stocked. All in all, it was an ideal life for a young, well-to-do, and rather kinky man-about-town. * * * * * Sarah arrived by taxi at the front door of the complex a bit early. The security guards knew her face and let her in. She took the executive elevator up to the 29th floor and waited in the anteroom, killing time and checking her wristwatch. She wasn't sure what this new game was, but Jason had said '6:45 sharp.' Punctuality had become an important part of their game. So she waited. Before leaving her dorm she had called and set her watch by the atomic clock in Washington. She fidgeted with her purse and waited some more. At precisely 6:44 and 50 seconds she walked to the apartment door. It opened even as she was raising her hand to knock. Jason was dressed only in his black smoking jacket. His hair was slightly disheveled and to Sarah he looked positively delicious. Without saying a word he took her in his arms, pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss. She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and pulled back to look at her. "You look fabulous," he said, and then added with a sly grin. "Are you ready for an adventure." Sarah didn't know quite how to respond. Her legs were weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn't muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face. Jason studied her for a moment. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" Taking her hand, he walked her through the penthouse to a far corner of the building. Sarah found herself entering a large unlit room. She'd never seen it before. It was a den or office of some kind. There was a massive desk lost in the gloom in one corner. Wood paneling covered the walls. And there was plenty of fine conservative furniture scattered about. Jason led her to a massive leather sofa facing a great glass window overlooking the city. The sun had just set. The view was magnificent. The city was starting to light up. The bay was still visible in the distance. A large yellow moon was hanging overhead. Jason didn't stop to admire the view. He turned and gave Sarah another long kiss. Then he reached down, grabbed the bottom of her fuzzy turtleneck sweater and, as she raised her arms, gently lifted it over her head. He kissed her again, reached around, and unsnapped her bra. Removing the garment, he leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her lovely breasts. Sarah's nipples were rigid and hypersensitive. She trembled as he kissed her. Then she noticed a small pile of bondage paraphernalia on the coffee table. She trembled even more. Sarah wanted to ask questions, but that wasn't the game. And she had to admit that the uncertainty was adding a tremendous dash of excitement to the evening's mix. What did he have planned? She was already moist when he'd started undressing her. By the time she'd noticed the bondage materials, she was positively wet. Her panties were going to begin sticking to her crotch if this went on for long. But Jason just kept kissing and licking and nibbling and undressing her as he went. He got down on one knee and carefully removed her sneakers and socks. He undid her jeans and slid them down as well. The panties were the last to go. He carelessly tossed her clothes onto the large leather chair. When Sarah was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back to admire her. "Superb," he said. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands. Jason reached over to the table and removed a leather collar from the pile. He brought it up and held it before her face so that she could look at it. There was a brass plate with an inscription she could just make out in the dim light. It was her name. She didn't know what to say. So 'this' was what the evening was about. Jason opened the collar and moved to put it around Sarah's neck. She helped him by pulling her long hair up out of his way. Once the collar was in place he kissed her again. Then he turned her around, facing away from him. She heard him reach down and pick up something else off the table. She felt her hands being cuffed together behind her back. He stepped up against her and reached around her taut body to massage a breast with one hand and her twat with the other. She could feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled her ear. If he kept that up for any length of time she would come for sure. But he didn't keep it up. Just as she was about to grab his member with her cuffed hands, he pulled away again and moved her over to the sofa. With a little help (it was awkward laying down with her hands cuffed behind her), he positioned her so that she was lying on her belly on the sofa. Jason cuffed her ankles next. He used a short strap to tie her wrist restraints to the ankle restraints. He cinched them tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough that Sarah knew she wasn't going anywhere until he let her. Jason stepped back again to admire the view. "Magnificent," he said again. "Simply marvelous." Sarah felt very proud to hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else. 'OK,' she thought, 'he has me tied up. Now what?' The 'now what' turned out to be a gag. It was made of black leather that almost seemed to match the sofa. There was a soft blunt penis prod on the inside that effectively filled her mouth to capacity. And once strapped in place, it kept her from saying anything or even from making very loud noises. And then nothing much happened at all. Jason sat on the floor next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her body around the restraints. But Sarah sensed that he wasn't going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy. Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail over her butt coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, a little chime went off that she never heard before. She turned her head and looked at him. He was glancing up at the wall clock. "Right on time," he said, almost to himself. Sarah grunted questioningly. He only smiled and continued with his gentle fondling. But noticing her uneasiness he said, "The guards ring me to announce guests." At this, Sarah became quite distressed indeed. Somebody was coming up? Surely he wasn't going to let some stranger see her this way. She thrashed about and grunted objections into the gag. Jason just smiled again and gave her butt cheek a serious slap. It stung. "Quiet," he said. "This is part of the adventure." Sarah quieted but didn't lose any of her agitation. She could hear the elevator mechanism gently whirring in the background. Jason again glanced at the clock and then stood up. Leaning over, he kissed her ear and whispered, "Now don't go anywhere." And he was gone. Sarah was left to writhe in her bondage. This she did for just a half minute. Then, realizing how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and listened intently. At first nothing. The elevator had stopped. She looked up at the clock. 7:14 pm. The second hand was coming up to 7:15. With 20 seconds to go there came a distant knock. 'Hmmph' Sarah thought with a vague sense of superiority 'whoever it is didn't set his watch as accurately as she had.' A few seconds later she heard the front door open. There was a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn't make out the words. The voices came closer, and Sarah thought she would void her bladder on the nice leather sofa. But the voices turned aside and began ascending the stairs before reaching her. She was breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the only words she could make out. It was Jason saying, "Are you ready for an adventure?" Then the voices were out of range and try as she might, Sarah could hear no more. She was left trembling in her constraints. * * * * * Jason met Daria in college. He was a junior and she was a freshman. She was the most heartbreakingly beautiful girl he had ever seen. But when he studied her face closely, he could never understand why. Nothing seemed to match. Her face was almost square. Her eyes seemed too big and her eyebrows too pronounced. Her nose was slightly upturned and seemed the wrong shape for her face. Her lower lip was too thick and her upper lip too thin. Her mouth was crooked and ears were too big. There was no reason to believe that all these mismatched features put together would spell beauty. But they did. She was absolutely gorgeous and, not only Jason, but everyone who saw her thought so. Daria had an equally lovely body. Just about average height, she had a very athletic build and deep brown hair. She also had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Jason also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest in sex. And she loved to try new things. Together they discovered bondage. This lasted until Jason's graduation a year and a half later. Then Daria suddenly and rather unexpectedly had gotten cold feet. Jason was getting a little too serious for her. She was afraid he might start talking marriage. And their sex play was becoming more intense all the time. More intense than she seemed ready for. One day, a few weeks before graduation, he'd asked if she wanted him to take her to a sex club and put her on stage. That threw her for a bit of a loop. She said she'd think about it. While she was thinking, Jason's father died very unexpectedly. First he was gone and when he returned he was busy. They hardly had time to speak during his final two weeks of classes and examinations. When he graduated he left for good. And that seemed to be that. Daria did get one phone message from him a few weeks later. It was on her answering machine with his new number, but she never called back. In a fit of what was almost remorse, Daria went back to vanilla sex. For awhile she didn't miss her wilder side. She told herself it was just a phase she had gone through. She joined the cheerleading team. By the time her own graduation came up she'd met and gotten engaged to the star defensive end. Her life was starting to develop in a very traditional way. And that might have been the end of that . . . . Except that one week before her wedding, she'd caught her husband-to-be in bed . . . . . . with another man. So the marriage was off. At first Daria didn't know if it was the infidelity or the homosexuality that bothered her more. She just knew she was pissed. She got back in touch with Jason. She needed to talk with someone and he was the obvious choice. But they hadn't spoken in over two years. The number he'd left her didn't work, so she looked him up through the alumni association. She sent him an Email and he sent an immediate and very friendly reply. They traded recent histories. He told her about how busy he'd been since his father's death but didn't mention anything about his new found wealth. She told him about her broken engagement and he turned out to be a great listener. They went back to being good friends. But it was clear their relationship wasn't about to pick up where it had left off. A distance remained between them. For the next several years they were Email friends only but they shared a great many confidences. And largely through their correspondence, Daria worked the anger out of her system. She came to understand that the problem with her ex- fiance had not been the homosexuality. It had been the infidelity. She knew this because she began to realize she had deep-seated bi-sexual feelings of her own. 'Hmmmph. How about that?' She confided these thoughts and feelings to Jason even as they continued to live their separate lives. One day, the company Daria worked for folded. Jason offered to help her to find a new job. 'Where did she want to live? He could find her a job almost anywhere.' This seemed to be an invitation to move closer to him if she wished. They hadn't seen each other or had a real-time phone conversation since college. She mulled it over for a couple of days before deciding. Then she picked up the phone and dialed. It seemed to break some kind of ice and they talked for hours. In the end she asked him to find her a job in the city where he was living. She would give it a try, at least for a while. They went back to being close friends. But not bed partners. They continued to correspond by Email and talk on the phone. They would even get together now and then for dinner. But each seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move. Perhaps this had to do with Daria's confusion about her sexual identity. Since the break up of her engagement, she'd had several sex partners but they had all been men. Yet the knowledge of her sexual attraction to other women kept gnawing at her. She'd been talking with Jason about this for years. Neither knew what it might mean in terms of any possible future relationship. Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came that fateful dinner with Sarah. Jason had several possible sex partners in mind for a little manage a trois. But Daria might be perfect. In fact, she might be more than perfect. Of course, he might be risking their friendship. Then again . . . He called her unexpectedly and told her he had something extraordinary in mind. He gave her just enough hints to start her juices flowing. Was she interested? She spent almost a week considering the implications. Jason didn't pressure her at all. He just waited. She called. 'What exactly did he have in mind.' She could almost hear him grinning over the phone. "You'll just have to trust me," he said. She spent a few more days agonizing about it before calling back and saying, "Yes." She could feel that grin over the phone again. There were a few long moments of silence. "OK," he finally said, "here's the deal. First thing, don't beat off between now and then." "What?" "You heard me." Another silent grin. "I want you ripe and ready for this little adventure." "And?" "And I'll send you details once I have them. Check your Email." * * * * * Sarah felt like she'd been lying there for hours. But when she heard the unmistakable sounds of returning footsteps she glanced up at the clock and realized that it had only been about twenty-five minutes. "And how have we been?" Jason asked as he entered the darkened room. "Still horny, I hope." Sarah started to protest into her gag but quickly gave that up as futile. Besides, the truth was that she was indeed, still quite horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess what Jason was up to. She hadn't been able to understand anything the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was soft and sexy and very feminine. Sarah thought about her last date with Jason and all of those questions. She remembered especially those final questions about her secret lusts. And now he had brought her here along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was alone working herself into a terrible state of erotic tension pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held in store. 'Yes,' she wanted to tell him. 'Yes, I have these secret desires all the time. But I'm not sure I really want to do anything about them. At least not yet. I don't think I'm ready for it.' Sarah felt Jason reach in between her bound legs. In her hogtie, her legs were splayed. She could actually hear the moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily worming their way through her engorged flesh. 'I'm not ready,' she thought furiously as he removed his fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze. "It's playtime," he said, as he released the strap that held her hogtie. Her legs flopped down. She wiggled her ass impatiently. She wanted him to release the rest of her bondage and take out the gag so they could talk about this. He undid her ankle restraints. She flexed her toes and waited for him to undo her hands. Instead he merely clipped a leash to her collar and helped her to unsteady feet. He held her in his arms, gag still in her mouth, hands fettered behind her back, and kissed her on the forehead. When he pulled away, she looked up into his face with an expression that bespoke the powerful uncertainties that were playing through her mind. 'Please don't do this now,' she wanted to beg. 'Not now; not yet.' But all she could do was to gently shake her head. She felt his fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her on the side of her face and around her ear. "Fun time," he whispered. And started off, pulling her along by the leash. For a brief moment, she thought about resisting, but some morbid fascination deep within her made her follow meekly in his wake. She walked noiselessly, padding on bare feet through the silent apartment, up the stairs, and down the long hall that led to his large bedroom. She had been nervous the first time she'd entered this inner lair. Now she was almost beside herself with anxiety. 'What was waiting for her behind that door?' Jason stopped short of entering the room. He dropped the leash and turning took Sarah's face in his hands. For a long time he just looked at her, smiling gently into her eyes. He kissed the exposed flesh around her gag and then said, "This is for you, darling." She made a plaintive little whining noise behind the gag. He smiled. "I know. But isn't it better this way?" 'Isn't what better which way?' she wondered as he took up her leash again. Turning he opened the door. His bedroom was lit with the soft light of a half dozen candles. Jason took a couple of steps into the room and stopped. Sarah had followed directly behind so her view was blocked. She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then another. She could smell another woman's perfume in the air. She found that and the flickering lights very disorienting. Finally screwing up her courage, Sarah took a deep breath and peeked around Jason's broad shoulders. She felt a chill run down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and tied down. Sarah might have expected it, but hadn't. At first, she couldn't see much detail. The woman was lying on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head. Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling them up to the center of the bed. Sarah could tell there was a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the mattress as it disappeared over the edge. The woman's legs were cuffed at the ankles and there were straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because Jason's bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart. The effect was that her body formed a large letter 'A.' She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The woman was wearing a gag identical to her own. Sarah worked her tongue around the thick penis prod invading her mouth and imagined how she must feel. The woman's eyes were following her over the gag. Her dark brown pubic patch glistened moistly in reflected candlelight. Jason reached over, removed the leash, and put his finger through the O-Ring in Sarah's collar. He pulled her closer so the woman could get a better look at her. "Daria," he said, "this is Sarah." The woman looked but otherwise didn't react. "Say hello to Sarah." The woman grunted something into her gag. Jason stepped behind Sarah and again wrapped his arms around her. She felt him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and he grasped each of her lovely breasts with opposite hands. Sarah could feel his stiff member pressing up against her fettered hands through the open front of his smoking jacket. She took hold of it almost for comfort. He nuzzled her neck and spoke softly into her ear. "Sarah, this is Daria." Sarah grunted her own hello. "Good girl," he said. He then released her breasts and took half a step back. Reaching up he unbuckled her gag, took it out, and tossed it lightly aside. With the gag removed, Sarah was free to speak. She said nothing. She was suddenly, and for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft carpet on her feet. Jason reached down and undid her fetters. Sarah's hands fell lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked and unrestrained except for the collar. But she didn't move. She didn't know what to do or what Jason expected of her. The woman on the bed just watched them carefully. She didn't try to speak. She wasn't resisting. She hardly moved. But there was an intensity in her eyes that Sarah couldn't miss. And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her crotch had increased. Jason came around and put his finger through her collar ring again. He pulled her gently to the side of the bed. They half sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Daria's breasts. She sighed into her gag. Sarah didn't know what to do. She watched Jason's hand as he worked Daria's breasts. First one, then the other. Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The dark skin around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed to twitch at his touch. Sarah became fixated on what he was doing. Jason reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to Daria's nearest breast. Sarah felt her fingers come in contact with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch. Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down the woman's belly and slide through her pubic slit. Sarah heard a 'hummm' from the head of the bed. She looked up. Daria had closed her eyes and was quietly moaning. Looking down, Sarah realized that without quite being aware of it, she had taken over pleasuring the woman's breasts. This went on for several minutes. Jason was doing something that was making Daria breathe harder and faster. But Sarah was fascinated with watching her own hands work the highly sensitive mammaries. She remembered the way she liked her own breasts fondled and was using this to excite the woman. Somewhere in there, Jason stopped what he was doing and got off the bed. Now it was just Sarah and Daria. She continued to manipulate the woman's breasts and only vaguely wondered what would come next. Looking over she noticed Daria watching her again. Then she felt Jason's hands on her hips. Jason had removed his smoking jacket and come up behind her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Sarah so that she was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Daria's closest breast. He lay next to her and gently pressed her head until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl's nipple. Then he started rubbing her back. Sarah felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked down at a gently heaving breast and up into Daria's eyes gleaming back at her. She looked down at the breast again and over at Jason's smiling face. He leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually making contact with Daria's nipple. Sarah closed her eyes and began to suck. She had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, hidden fantasy. Now her relationship with Jason had brought it into reality. After a couple of minutes Sarah opened her eyes and really started to get into it. 'What did she like?' She brought her hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She was gratified to hear the bound woman moan through her nose. She inched forward and repeated the performance on the other breast. For a while Jason continued to rub and tweak Sarah's behind as he watched her. Then he moved back down between Daria's legs and did something else that caused her to writhe with pleasure. Jason let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and prodded Daria's clit in preparation for what was to come. He wanted her at a high pitch of excitement. He watched Sarah as she increased the tempo of her lesbian assault on Daria's breasts. She seemed more animated in her lovemaking than he'd ever seen her. And he was learning some new tricks by watching. He would certainly know more about how to please Sarah in the future. Meanwhile he was keeping a careful eye on how turned on Daria was getting. He wanted her deeply aroused, but he wanted Sarah to be the one to push her over the edge. When he judged the time was right, he moved. Sarah felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Jason pulled her to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He put his finger back through her collar ring and walked her around to the foot of the bed. Sarah found herself staring directly up between Daria's legs. The face hovering above those legs was again studying her carefully. But the bound girl's chest was heaving with her labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring. Jason moved around Sarah again. He hugged her tightly. She could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as much as she'd ever wanted anything sexual. But he was whispering in her ear again. "OK, baby," he said. "She's all yours." And then he simply released his hug and stepped back. Nothing. For a long moment nothing. Sarah started to look around to see what Jason was doing, but she felt his hand come up and grasp her hair again. He positioned her head so she was again facing directly toward the bound girl. Then he pushed her head slightly forward and pulled up so that her face was angled down toward Daria's crotch. His hand withdrew. More nothing. Sarah's heart was beating wildly. The girl on the bed seemed frozen in place. And Sarah, hardly thinking about what she was doing, inched forward. She climbed slowly up onto the bed between the bound girl's knees. She gently grasped a thigh with each hand. She seemed drawn to Daria's wet crotch. The cunt lips were splayed completely open. Her pubic thatch was either neatly trimmed or it just grew very short. The hair was fine and very dark. Her moist skin was almost sparkling in the candlelight. She could actually see the girl's heartbeat in her pussy. Sarah sat on the bed, leaned forward, and touched the pulsating flesh. She was surprised to find it felt exactly like her own. She then wondered why this should surprise her. She pressed the little hood back and looked at Daria's clit. It seemed rather large to her. She touched it with her finger. The bound woman almost jerked in response. Sarah touched it again. And then began rubbing two fingers in a gentle circular motion as she did when fingering herself to orgasm. She heard Daria grunt and moan in response. Looking up she noticed the woman had again closed her eyes. For a long time nothing else happened. Sarah just kept fingering Daria's clit and observing her reaction. Then she closed her own eyes and could almost feel how the bound woman must feel. Lying there, completely restrained. Her clit being rubbed and teased continually. And she knew what she wanted -- what Daria must want. Almost without thinking, she repositioned herself and began licking at the swollen clit. At first she just dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. She found that she liked the aroma and taste. She was using one hand up above to hold the clit open for easier access. Her other hand was pressed down beneath her, the fingertips lightly touching the skin on Daria's ass. But as the moments passed, her tongue movements became longer and deeper. She felt her lips touching the warm wet flesh around the clit. Daria was moaning loudly now. Sarah quickened her movements. Her lips now covered the entire area of Daria's upper pussy around the clit. Sucking the tasty flesh into her mouth, she squeezed her lips together. The little bulb popped up at the pressure. And Sarah started licking and swiping at the hardened fleshy nub in earnest. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted it to feel good. Sarah was also using her hands. She had moved one finger into the bound woman's vagina and pushed in and out like a penis. Somehow it didn't feel big enough, so she pulled it back and replaced it with two fingers. That was better. She repositioned her mouth and tongue. Lubrication oozed around her fingers and dripped down along the crack in Daria's ass. Sarah brought her other hand around, slicked her finger in the slimly goo, and then carefully inserted it into the bound woman's anus. She was rewarded by hearing a great sigh from above. The twitching and throbbing of the whole crotch area seemed to increase. She started moving her finger in and out of Daria's rear hole and felt delight in listening to the noises the bound woman was making. Sarah was getting amazingly turned on herself. Her own crotch was incredibly wet. Daria was thrusting her pelvis against Sarah's mouth to bring herself off. Sarah was trying to help her, but she must not be doing something exactly right. As horny as the bound woman seemed to be, she didn't seem to be any closer to coming. She felt Jason at her side again. He moved in and lay next to her. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head gently away, and took over licking Daria's twat. Sarah's fingers were still buried in the bound woman's holes. Not knowing what else to do, she kept up her stimulations. But the pitch of Daria's excitement quickly elevated and Sarah could sense she was getting very close, very fast. Jason obviously knew some tricks she didn't. Something in the back of her head told her she would have to find out what they were. Jason was still holding Sarah's hair when Daria made an agonized moaning noise. Quickly, Jason pulled back, pressed Sarah's face back into Daria's crotch and whispered, "Finish her quickly. Lick hard and very fast." Sarah did. The bound form started writhing with renewed intensity and the moaning noises from above had turned into hard quick grunts. Daria was virtually bucking her pelvis into Sarah's mouth. Jason had rolled over onto Sarah's back and slid his thick dick into her slippery cunt. He was pumping in rhythm with Daria's bucking. After only a couple minutes of this Sarah heard a kind of shriek from above. The pelvis under her lips went stiff and began lifting up off the bed. Daria was pushing herself as hard as she could into Sarah's face. Sarah could feel the contractions of the bound girl's orgasm through her lips and fingers. The prick inside her just kept pumping and pumping. It was positively the most erotic moment Sarah had ever known. She experienced a small orgasm of her own in response. "Keep licking," Jason whispered into her ear, "but gently." Sarah knew exactly what he meant. She knew how nice it was when Jason would continue softly licking around her clit without actually touching it after she had come. She did this for Daria and heard a moan of contentment from above. She felt Jason ease himself out of her and get up. After a while, Sarah stopped licking. She pulled her face back and looked down. She had never looked at another woman's anatomy that closely before. The light was dim, but her eyes were adjusted. It was hard to see much detail in the flickering candlelight, but she found herself powerfully aroused at what she saw. Jason was making little noises around the room but she hardly gave him any notice. Sarah turned her head and pressed her cheek against the warm, moist hair. She used Daria's pubic mound as a kind of pillow and started thinking about what had just happened. For a long while her face remained blank as she tried to collect her thoughts and sort out her feelings. Then she smiled. She felt Jason's hands return to her hips. He pulled her back down toward the foot of the bed. He stood her up, positioned her so that she was facing Daria, and refastened her wrists behind her back. So it wasn't over yet. She looked again at the wet crotch below her and then up into the flushed face near the head of the bed. Daria's gag had been removed and her breathing was returning to normal. Sarah felt a powerfully renewed lust at the sight. Of course it wasn't over. She hadn't really come yet, and neither had Jason. When he was finished with her hands, he turned her around and kissed her fiercely. She felt herself melting into him. "You were great," he finally said when they had broken off the kiss. She didn't know what to say in reply, so remained silent. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. It was like the restaurant all over again. She lowered her eyes and nodded in the affirmative. Jason saw a small smile playing across her lips. He reached down and picked up her gag which was lying by the foot of the bed. "Open." She did. He fastened the gag in place and then put his finger through the O-Ring of her collar. She looked up into his face. Giving her a small peck on her forehead, he stepped right up onto the bed and half-led, half- pulled Sarah with him. She found herself standing between Daria's legs again looking down at her. Daria seemed quite alert and even though her mouth was ungagged she said nothing. Jason walked Sarah up to the head of the bed, right over the prone body. She had to be careful how she moved so as not to trip over the girl or step on her. He positioned her so that she was standing directly over Daria's head. One foot on each side. She looked down past her own breasts and belly into the bound girl's eyes. They seemed to be looking intensely up at her crotch. Jason pulled down on the ring and helped Sarah get to her knees. She could feel Daria's flesh against the sides of her legs and the soles of her feet. She looked down and could only see Daria's bound arms pulled up in front of her. She looked over at Jason. 'Now what?' she asked with her eyes. "Now it's your turn," he said in answer to her unspoken question. Sarah's mind was racing. She took in a deep breath through her nose and tried to stop thinking about it. She carefully readjusted her position and gently lowered herself until she could feel Daria's hot breath on her pubic hair. Slowly she continued to inch her body downward. And then, quite suddenly, she felt Daria's warm mouth and tongue attack her pussy. Daria wasn't being the least bit timid. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted and was going after it with a ferocity that disconcerted Sarah. Her tongue was a blur of pressure and motion. Her mouth was sliding across Sarah's pussy flesh causing the muscles in the kneeling girl's thighs to begin trembling. This was incredible. Perhaps it was the softness of her face. Perhaps it was some hidden knowledge that only women possess. Perhaps it was Sarah's own reaction to being licked by another woman for the very first time. But the feelings running through her were amazing. She could feel the bound girl's breasts and tight nipples pressing up against her butt cheeks as she was being licked. Sarah hung her head and breathed heavily through her nose. The gag caused her to take quick shallow breaths and the lack of oxygen seemed to be intensifying her passion. She was making rhythmic moaning noises as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Sarah felt Jason reach over and fondle her breast while she was being eaten by Daria. His touch was incredibly intense. She felt his palm press firmly against her nipple. Then his fingers pinched her hard, rosy bud. She moaned even louder from the pleasure and delighted even more in the feel of the busy mouth working on her sopping pussy. The hand on her breast withdrew. Before Jason, Sarah had only been given head by one other boyfriend and he didn't really know what he was doing. Jason had been the best. But this was so much better than even that. Sarah found herself twitching and bobbing from side to side in rhythm with Daria's tongue. This went on for many delightful minutes. Then Sarah started getting close. She almost wanted to rear up and slow things down. To draw out the pleasure. But Daria's tongue was insistent. And the bound girl under her was making grunting noises as she labored to breathe while pleasuring the girl perched on her face. Sarah started making her own grunting noises through the gag as her orgasm approached. Daria sensing this clamped down on the skin above and below Sarah's clit with her lips and pressed tightly. She thrashed the little bulb lustily with her tongue. Sarah came rather suddenly. She made a loud whining noise through her nose and reared up off of Daria's face. She was climaxing wildly and the intensity had gotten to her. Daria craned her neck to reach up after the retreating pussy. But the distance was too great and she gave up. Letting her head fall back she enjoyed the wonderful passionate noises that Sarah was making and the sight of the trembling crotch hovering over her. She found the tuft of light brown hair fascinating as it glistened wetly and quivered. Jason pulled Sarah up and off to one side, laying her face down on the bed along side Daria. A little earlier, when he'd finished fondling Sarah's breast, Jason had again gone down between Daria's legs. He started carefully and gently licking her towards another climax. By the time Sarah had come, Daria was close too. But he wouldn't push her over the edge until after Sarah had finished. Then when it happened he hadn't finished her off right away. Instead he moved up quickly and pulled Sarah off. Then, while Sarah lay panting on her belly and coming down off of the climax, Jason hurried back and licked Daria a little more until she was right on the edge of a second tremendous release. When she was quite close, he scooched up and plunged himself into her sodden pussy, grinding his own pelvis into hers and driving her over the precipice to another jarring climax. Daria quite literally screamed with pleasure. Sarah turned her head at the sound and watched her come. She was amazed how beautiful the bound girl looked while in the throes of her orgasm. And for a moment Sarah thought that was the end of it. But it wasn't. Jason, wasn't quite done. Now it was his turn. But rather than come in Daria, he gave her a couple of last minute pumps and a long romantic kiss. Then he quickly withdrew. Moving over to Sarah he spread her legs and took her doggie style for a little while. The feel of his balls slapping up against her supersensitive pussy was making her ready for another orgasm. He stopped for a while and reaching down played with her clit in a way he'd never done before. She found herself ready to come again in surprisingly short order. When he felt she was quite close, he removed his hand and carefully pressed his dick into Sarah's rear hole. She could feel the bulbous head of his prick slide into and past her sphincter. She loved that. And of course she'd never had anything like it under these circumstances. It only took a half dozen firm pumps before Sarah screamed into her gag for a second time. And with a few additional pumps Jason shot his load into her firm, round ass. After that, the only sound heard was heavy breathing all around. For a long, long time no one moved. They were all exhausted and glowing. Eventually Jason got up. Gently pulling Sarah to her feet, he released all her restraints including the collar. Then he climbed onto the bed and did the same for Daria. Sarah stood dumbly, not knowing what to do, as Jason worked the knots on the soft ropes. Once both girls were completely free and naked, he strolled off to the bathroom to fetch some warm washcloths. There was an awkward moment when the two girls found themselves alone in the big room. Daria took the initiative and, climbing out of bed, walked up to the taller girl. She looked directly into her eyes and studied her face as if she were trying to fathom something. Sarah didn't know what to say or do, so she simply stood there with her hands hanging limply at her sides. Daria took Sarah's face in her hands. Pulling her face down she kissed her full on the mouth. It wasn't a heated passionate kiss, but a tender romantic one. Romantic, but there were tongues and some heavy breathing involved before it was over. Then Daria released Sarah's face and said, "Thank you. That was fine." In a weird way, Sarah felt proud. And this went beyond just pleasing Jason. Somehow Daria's approval unleashed an inner pleasure she had never suspected existed. * * * * * After they'd mopped up a bit, Jason suggested they take a little nap before showering and heading out for a late supper. Both girls enthusiastically agreed. So he set an alarm and they all lay down together. Jason was in the middle. Sarah was nestled up against him on one side, already asleep. Daria was lying on his other side. She was facing him and toying with his chest hair thoughtfully. His eyes were closed but he wasn't yet asleep. Daria's eyes were open. "That was really nice," she said quietly. "Hmmm," he responded with a more-or-less affirmative tone. "Pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?" He favored her with another 'hmmm'ing noise. This one sounded almost smug. She reached down and took his now lax prick in her hand. "Good dog," she said. He chuckled. "Next time, . . ." she said and didn't finish the thought. "Hmmmm?" "Next time," she said, "I want to run the show." She gave his prick a little squeeze and watched as it half inflated. "Next time?" he half mumbled. "You know what I mean," she said, rubbing his member so that it started to come more fully to life. He good-naturedly swatted her hand away. He'd had enough for one night. Daria smiled to herself and thought, 'last one standing.' She continued, "I want to sit naked in that big chair in the corner and have Sarah on her knees before me licking my twat." "Hmmmm." "I want her cuffed and collared. I want to hold her leash and call the shots." She brought her hand back up to his chest. "What do you think?" "Hmmmm," he said. "We'll see." He yawned and then said, as if to end the conversation, "We'll have to see how Sarah feels about that." That was good enough for Daria. She whispered, "Go to sleep." "Mmmmmm," Jason agreed. It had been one hell of a double date. Daria was sure there would be a next time and that she'd get her way. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at Sarah. 'Beautiful' she thought. She imagined that mouth totally at her command and felt a small sexual rush at the thought. Reaching over Jason, she took one of Sarah's nipples between her fingers and watched as the luscious bud inflated. The feel of the now rigid flesh on her fingertips was delightful. Sarah moaned softly but showed no signs of waking. Daria lay back and settled down to sleep. But she maintained a tender grip on Sarah's nipple. She played with it idly as she drifted off. 'Next time,' she thought to herself. 'Next time.' * * * * * End of Story * * * * * DOUBLE DATE by Zebulon This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted.

The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sites. Copyright 1999 by E. Z. Riter. E-mail address: [email protected] Please! Give me your comments! TRUST My wife, Denise, had been very agitated lately. Something was bothering her, but my inquiries were deflected out-of-hand. Since nothing seemed wrong between us, I told myself it was work related. When she came home Thursday night, her anxiety had reached a new peak. "What's going on?" "We need to talk," she said. "Mix me a drink and make it strong, please." Five years ago when she was nineteen, Denise went to work for a large privately owned company. Smart, a hard worker and good looking, she'd been promoted from the typing pool through the ranks. A month ago, she was selected to be one of the three executive assistants to Mr. J. Woodward Chase, the billionaire owner. The promotion had three unusual job requirements. She had to dye her hair blonde, maintain her figure, and Mr. Chase would select and pay for all her work clothing. The clothes he selected were demure, classy and expensive with an elegant, understated sexiness. Denise looked good as a blonde. She'd inherited a narrow waisted, full breasted figure from her mother which required little diet and exercise to maintain. The clothes made her look even better. "I want you to listen to everything I have to say, Danny. Don't get up and run off. Okay?" "Sure, baby. What's wrong? Did I do something?" "No, honey. It's about work. It's a long story." "I'm all ears," I replied, settling back into my chair. "Do you know why I was picked to be one of Mr. Chase's assistants?" "Besides the fact you're wonderful? No. Why?" "He can trust me. I treat everything like it was top secret. I always have. I would've had more friends among the secretaries if I'd shared gossip from time to time, but I never did. Trust is very important to me." "You are very trustworthy." "Yes, I am and so are you. That's one of the things I've always admired about you. Trust is the cornerstone of a marriage as well as a business relationship, isn't it?" "Yes, it is," I said. "About a year ago I heard a rumor Mr. Chase had a mistress who gave birth to three children by him. I didn't believe it. All rich men have wild stories floating around about them, you know, about women or crooked deals or whatever." She took a deep breath and sipped at her scotch and water. "As an executive assistant, I see his personal, confidential files, things no one else sees. Some of these files relate to that rumor. The rumor's true. His mistress gave birth to three of his children. Only, Danny, it's not one mistress - it's four. Four women have had his children out of wedlock." "You're kidding me." "No, I'm not. It's true. Mr. Chase has nineteen children, seven with his wife and three each by four other woman. I wondered why any man would want so many. I did some reading. Many anthropologists think all men have a deep biological urge to impregnate as many women as possible." "I've read about that. All mammals have it." "Mr. Chase certainly does. He's very intelligent, physically large and powerful, and rich, so if all that's the result of good genes, his must be very good." "There are other gene qualities, you know," I said. "Yes, there are. All sorts of things are genetically based. Life expectancy is inherited, in part anyway, as are heart attacks, cancers, and a whole bunch of other diseases." "I'd never really thought about it. I must have some good genes, too. Everybody in my family lives into their seventies." "My family's even longer lived, but nothing compared to Mr. Chase. He's fifty-three. His father's going strong at seventy-two and his grandfather's ninety-four. His great-grandfather died at one hundred three. Old Mr. Chase has a forty-year-old girl friend, so even that works, I suspect." "Denise, why are we discussing this?" The back of my neck tingled. "Women have a tougher time of it. We're the givers of birth and the ones who raise the young. The future of the species depends upon how well we do our job. Women have to select a man to love and who loves them, someone who will care for them and help care for their children. And we have to select the right man to impregnate us so the children'll carry the best possible genes." The tingle exploded into tremors. "What does that mean?" "I've been thinking about having a baby." "Oh? When we talked about it a month ago, you wanted to wait until you were thirty." "That's true, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I'm ready now. I want to be pregnant." "And?" I said. I felt light headed and sweat beaded on my brow. She leaned forward. Her eyes were pin points of intensity. "Do you trust me, Danny? Do you trust me with your life and your future?" "Yes." "Then you must trust me on this, too, because it's our future. Ours and our children. You must trust my instinct to do what's best for all of us." "What are you trying to say?" The sweat flowed and I wiped my face with my handkerchief. "My instinct, my gut-level female intuition, tells me to select the best male for loving, living with, and nurturing my children. That's you. It's always been you. I love you, Danny. Trust me on that. " I didn't answer. I don't think she expected one, but I couldn't speak if she did. "Those same instincts tell me to choose the best possible gene pool to impregnate me. Danny, Mr. Chase wants me to be his fifth mistress and have three children by him. He asked me Wednesday." "Go on," I croaked. "I accepted. I'll become his mistress and have his three children. I know it's the best thing for the children and for us." "Do you love him?" "No! Trust me, Danny. This isn't love. This is biology and genetics. I don't want to spend my life with him." "But you want him, not me, to father your children." "Our children. The ones we'll raise together." "Is it about sex?" "What do you mean?" "Have you had sex with him?" "No, of course not." "Has he asked you to do it?" "No, he hasn't." "Do you want to?" "I must have sex with him in order to have his children. That's what this is about, having children." "But do you want to have sex with him?" "Danny, don't you trust me?" "Of course I do." "Then you know I've always been faithful to you." "If it's about children, well, are we going to have any?" "We'll have three children." "No, I mean are you going to have any children I father." "I knew what you meant, but it's important you realize these three will be yours. Your nurturing will help mold them. I don't think we should have more than three. That'll be enough." "I don't like this. You need to tell him no." "Weren't you listening? I agreed to do it." "Maybe that decision was for you, but it wasn't for me." "Yes, it was. It was for us. You have to trust me and my intuition, Danny." "And if I don't trust you on this, Denise? What then?" "If you don't trust me, how can I trust you? I can't let a man I don't trust help me raise my children. It's too important." She yawned and stretched, letting her robe open to treat me to a view of her body. "I'm ready for bed, honey. Please come hold me." That was as demonstrative as Denise ever got in asking for sex. We made love as we always did. I played with her until she warmed up. She brought her knees up, letting me enter her. I pumped away until my orgasm came. She put a towel between her legs and rolled over, her back to me, and went to sleep. We did it that way twice a week, sometimes three. I sometimes wondered if she really liked sex. She assured me she almost always orgasmed. I could feel the contractions of her pussy on my cock, hear her breathing change and feel the elevation of her body heat, so I believed her. But where was the explosion? Where were the sweat, the moaning and the other signs? Where was the ecstasy and passion? Maybe that was it. Maybe I wasn't sexually pleasing her and that's why she wanted to accept Mr. Chase's offer. Maybe it was pure lust. She slept soundly beside me as I thought about the bombshell she'd dropped on me that night. It was early morning when sleep finally came. I wished a decision had come with it. Denise awakened me the next morning. "We have a four o'clock appointment this afternoon with Mr. Chase. He'll explain the financial arrangements to you." "What financial arrangements?" "Of me being his mistress. Have a good day, honey. I'll see you at four and don't you dare be late." She kissed me on the cheek and left me with the same thoughts I'd had all night. I arrived at three fifty-five dressed in my best suit. Their offices were on the top floor of a major office building. I went to the thirty-third floor, cleared security, changed elevators and continued to the top. The floor receptionist passed me to the receptionist for Mr. Chase. Denise was beaming when she came out. She took both my hands and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're here. You don't understand how valuable Mr. Chase's time is. His meeting with us is quite an honor." "He should be honored you agreed to be his mistress," I said under my breath. "Danny, many women would love to have an offer like this. He picked us and it's our honor. Now be on your best behavior." Mr. Chase was standing beside a large conference table covered in documents. Two men and two women were with him. "His key men and the other E.A.s," Denise whispered. Both the women were very attractive, blonde, built, and beautifully dressed, just like Denise. I wondered if either of them had been offered the "honor" he offered us. J. Woodward Chase was what I expected. Physically imposing, immaculately groomed, he was a large man, thick and barrel chested as well as tall. He greeted me warmly and started small talk to put me at ease. If he had special feelings for Denise, they didn't show. I was surprised I liked him in spite of the situation. I knew I'd respect and, maybe, fear him. Liking him was a plus. Finally, he turned to the topic at hand. "What has Denise told you about my offer, Dan?" he asked. "Very little except she'll become your mistress and bear three of your children." "That's the emotional bottom line," he said with a smile. "Let me tell you about the financial bottom line. Do you know what a trust is?" "Not really." "A trust is a legal agreement which transfers assets to a trustee for the benefit of someone," he began. I listened closely as he explained the agreement establishing a trust for Denise, me and the three children of his she would bear. When I looked at her, she was smiling happily and appeared unconcerned about the financial ramifications. I wondered if she'd been over them previously or if her motivation was non-financial. "In addition, I'll bonus out one hundred thousand dollars after tax to Denise on the day the agreement's signed to be used as down payment on a new house and its furnishings," Mr. Chase concluded. "How much do you expect the income from the trust to be, Mr. Chase?" "Before taxes, about two hundred thousand a year. That's a four per cent return on the five million trust principle." I blanched. He was watching me intently. Denise seemed to be in another world. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the money because there was a lot of it in this trust. I was making sixty thousand a year. Two hundred thousand more seemed like a dream. When the trust terminated, Denise, the three children and I would have a million in cash each. It was mind- boggling. "The reason for the trust, Dan, is to provide a good life style for my children and their mother. I wouldn't bring a child into the world and not provide for them financially. Denise would continue to work here until she became pregnant with the first child. After that, her responsibility would be raising those kids. Part of the agreement would be that you continue to work. I want a stable, normal household for them." "Thank you for explaining it, Mr. Chase. It's very generous." "I want the best for my children and their family, Dan. Trust me when I say I'll never intrude upon their lives, but I'll be there if wanted or needed." Mr. Chase's expression appeared to be honest and sincere, but a man didn't reach his position without controlling his emotions. Denise was a cat, inscrutable. "May I ask about the sexual part?" I inquired. "What do you want to know?" Mr. Chase replied. "I assume you'll have sex with her at least three times." His eyes were cold when they cut to Denise. Her expression didn't change. "Dan, I thought you understood that. She'll be my mistress. I'll have sex with her when and where I want. It won't be just to impregnate her. If we agree to this, we'll have sex immediately. After about a year, she'll go off the pill. I like to space the babies two years apart. After she's recovered from the birth of the third baby, she and I will take a week together somewhere. Our sexual relations will end after that week. So, for about eight years, Denise and I'll have sex on a regular basis." Denise's expression still didn't change, but her legs were crossed and the foot in the air was rocking back and forth. "You understood that, didn't you, Denise?" he asked. "Yes, Mr. Chase. I understood," she replied. Her voice was sultry, like I'd never heard. My emotions were a jumbled mass, like neutrons in a particle accelerator. Mr. Chase must have seen that. "Denise, excuse us. I want to talk to Dan alone." She bolted upright, shaking and apprehensive. She started to speak, but his look silenced her. She didn't look at me as she turned on her heel and walked from the room. "Want a drink, Dan?" Mr. Chase asked. "If you're having one." "I think I will. What'll you have?" "Scotch and water, please." He pushed a button and one of his executive assistants appeared. He introduced her as Virginia and ordered drinks, which she prepared before leaving us. After we sat in his conversation area, he loosened his tie and took a sip. "Dan, I don't think Denise being my mistress is a good idea." That floored me and I gasped, "Why?" "If I put ads in the major papers offering this trust arrangement, I'd have five million women accept within two days. But - this isn't something I do lightly. I'm concerned about the women and my children. I do care. While I provide genes and money, the children will be raised outside my direct control and that always concerns me. I've never had a married mistress and, at this point, the dynamics trouble me." "Why?" I knew why I was troubled, but why was he? "When Denise asked me to make her my mistress, I . . . " "Excuse me, Mr. Chase. Denise asked you?" "Yes, she did. That's another troublesome issue. I've always initiated the agreement." "She told me you asked her." He reached under the table next to the couch and Virginia appeared again. "Put on the tape of Denise from Wednesday, Virginia," he said. A screen lowered from the ceiling. "It's ready, Mr. Chase. Would you like another drink?" she asked, handing him a remote control. She refreshed our drinks before leaving. "Denise and Charlotte really report to Virginia. She's assistant number one. She's forty-nine, happily married, and been with me since she was eighteen. We had a brief affair when we were both young and single. I haven't touched her in almost thirty years, but I trust her with my life. She knows things the others don't know, such as everything in this office can be recorded on both audio and video." Nervously, I sipped my drink. "I recorded my discussion with Denise on Wednesday. I want you to see it." The screen lit up. Denise was standing in front of his desk. She looked excited. "Yes, Denise," he said. "I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Chase." "About what?" "I overheard Virginia talking to Charlotte about protocol relating to Margaret Woodman." "That's no concern of yours, Denise." She took a step toward his desk. Her tongue flicked across her lips. Erect, head held high, she was poised and beautiful. However, there was hesitation in her eyes, an indecisiveness which flickered in her heat. "Well, Denise, whatever it is, spit it out," Mr. Chase said. He sounded irritated and I wished I could see his face. "How do you select your mistresses?" she asked. The words burst from her. A tear rolled down her right cheek and she turned beet red. A tremor starting in her feet rolled up her body. "Why do you ask?" She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Another tear fell, then a few more followed it, one by one. Her hands clenched and unclenched. "Why do you ask?" he repeated softly. Still, she didn't answer. "Why don't you leave and come back when you're ready to talk." She took a step backward, then another. She turned away as if to leave, stopped and turned back to him again. "You know why I asked, " she accused. "Yes, I do, but I want you to say it. If you can't say it, you can't do it." Her head bowed as she nodded agreement. She shyly whispered, "I want to be your mistress." "Do you know what that means?" "Yes. I'll have your babies." "It's more than that. You and I will be lovers. We'll make love whenever I want." She stared at him, open mouthed and wide eyed. "I knew there'd be many times, but I didn't think about all the time." "Why don't you think about it? Now, if you'll excuse me." Defeated and dejected, she walked away. The screen went black and the lights came on. Mr. Chase was studying me now as I'm sure he studied Denise that day. "Want a refill on that drink, Dan?" I nodded. We were silent as Virginia again refreshed the drinks. "That film was shot at nine-thirty in the morning. What you're going to see now started at four- eleven in the afternoon." The lights went off and the screen lit up. Denise was again standing in front of his desk. "Yes, Denise." "I've thought about it. I want to do it." Her eyes were alert and excited, her face radiant. "Do what?" "Be your mistress." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Very sure." She did look sure. She'd reached a decision. "I'm glad to hear it. You're a very intelligent and attractive young woman. Let's get started. Take your clothes off." "Now?" she whispered. "Yes, now. Take you clothes off and then we'll have sex." "All right," she said in a hoarse, sexy tone. Denise's eyes were wide with anticipation as her hands reached for the top button of her blouse. The screen went blank and the lights turned on. Mr. Chase was watching me intently. My hands were shaking and I finished my drink in one gulp. As Virginia refilled our drinks, I thought about what Denise had told me. She'd said Mr. Chase didn't ask her to have sex. That was true, in a way, I guess. He didn't ask; he ordered. What had she said about her wanting sex with him? I couldn't remember, but she seemed eagerly ready to participate. My emotions were wild and confused. I didn't know if I trusted myself to sit through the rest of that tape. "I can't imagine what's going on in your mind right now," Mr. Chase said. There was compassion in his voice. "Are you all right?" He waited patiently. "I want to see the rest of the tape," I stammered. The lights went out. That day Denise had worn a sleeveless, hot pink, form fitting blouse buttoned to the neck, over an uplift bra. Her charcoal black skirt was very tight and ended four inches above her knees. She wore open toed black pumps with four inch heels and nude colored stockings. Her eyes danced as she slipped the top button through its eyelet and parted the neck of the blouse. Slowly, her fingers undid the second button and the third. Her eyes never left him. Her movements and expression subtly changed as she undid the fourth button. Her fingers struggled with a once simple task. Her eyes dimmed and uncertainty clouded over them. The fourth button opened and the pink of her bra was visible. Her struggle increased with the fifth button. With the sixth, she appeared shocked by what was happening, but her fingers continued as if someone else was moving them. She gasped when she unzipped her skirt and it slipped down. Held by one last button, the tail of her blouse covered her panties. "No," she mouthed, but the last button opened and the blouse slipped from her shoulders. Her sheer bra trapped, but displayed, the bounty of her breasts. The full lips of the treasure between her legs strained against the wet transparency of her bikini panties. She froze that way, her face anguished, her body ripe and ready. On the film, the phone rang. "Damn it, Charlotte, my 'no interrupt' light is on," Mr. Chase said fiercely into the intercom. "I'm sorry, sir," she pleaded, "but it's the Secretary of Commerce. He insisted." "This phone call will take a long time, Denise. We'll have to continue this later," Mr. Chase said. As the audio recorded a captain of industry talking to a Cabinet officer, the video recorded my wife slowly dressing. She looked sexually frustrated, but relieved. When she left on the film, the lights came on. "I wanted you to see the rest of the tape. Nothing happened between us." Nothing happened, or had it? She'd stripped to her underwear for him. She would've fucked him, but the phone rang. When does the adultery occur: when there's agreement to fuck or when there's fucking? When does the lie occur: with intent or with action? "Your wife is very conflicted over this as you saw in the video. You're not sure either, Dan. I want a stable life for my children. The way you both feel, stability is problematic. That's why I don't want to pursue an agreement." He stood, indicating the meeting was ending. "I'll say this," he said, "your wife's a ripe plum. Somebody's going to pick her." "What does that mean?" I asked. "My guess is your sex life is quiet and calm." I nodded and he smiled knowingly. "The first storm that thunders into her life will blow her off her feet. She wants to be taken, Dan. She wants to be taken long, hard and often. That and the money is what's driving her, not the babies. Trust me on this." Denise was waiting when I left Mr. Chase's office. She was tense, snapping short questions to ask what happened. When I told her to shut up, she burst into tears. Our evening was a tactical battle of belligerent thrusts and parries. We didn't touch or talk except to argue. I slept in the extra bedroom. I was eating my cereal in the morning when she came out dressed for work. She wore another uniform. This one was an emerald green dress with a scooped neckline and skirt which ended at mid thigh. "Are you going to do this, Dan? Yes or no." Her tone was short. My answer was going to be the death knell of our marriage, but I couldn't live with it any other way. "No, Denise, I'm not." "Well, I'm going to do it. Since I can't trust you to trust and support me, I want a divorce." "I'm sorry we're ending this way. I love you," I said, as a tear slipped down my cheek. "Love? I think you did. I think I loved you, too, but it's over now. Goodbye, Dan." I spent the day chewing on the broken remains of my marriage. They tasted rancid in my mouth. By mid afternoon, tears had flushed love away, leaving an void in my heart. If money and genes meant that much to her, let her go to them. I'd lead my own life. I might not be rich, but I'd have my pride and my honor. Someday I'd have a woman who loved me and wanted to have my children. The door bell rang about four. I was surprised to find Virginia there. "May I come in?" she asked. "Certainly, but why are you here?" "I'll explain," she replied. I guided her to the living room couch. "Mr. Chase would like for you to sign some legal papers. If you want an attorney that's acceptable, but these are so simple you can easily understand them. First, a divorce agreement. Denise has already signed it. You get everything, including her car. She'll take only her clothes and jewelry. She'll return the engagement and wedding rings you gave her." "I don't want them." "Neither does she. You can hock them." The agreement was simple and straightforward as she stated. I signed it. "Our lawyers will file the divorce agreement Monday morning. State law requires a two-month wait, but the judge won't have any problems with this. Consider it done. Next, a confidentiality agreement between Mr. Chase and you." It, too, was simple and straightforward. He was paying me a hundred thousand dollars for my confidentiality. I signed it and took the check. "There's one other thing," Virginia said. "Do you have a VCR?" "Yes," I answered. She handed me a tape. "This was taken this morning," she said. The time in the corner showed nine ten. Denise was standing in front of Mr. Chase's desk again. She looked wildly alive and energized. "Good morning, Denise," he said. "Good morning, Mr. Chase. I'm ready to be your mistress," she replied. "Are Dan and you both in agreement?" "No, but I want to do it. I've told him I want a divorce," she said emphatically. "You're willing to divorce your husband over this? He means that little to you?" "Yes. I'm ready for a change." "And have three babies to raise by yourself? That's quite a burden, not as much fun as it sounds at first." "It's what I want," she said, but I detected uncertainty. I was sure Mr. Chase could see it. "Don't you trust yourself to be honest? Don't you trust me enough to tell me?" "Tell you what?" "What you really want." Denise starting to tremble. Sweat appeared on her forehead and she licked her dry lips. "You don't want the babies. You want the money," Mr. Chase said. "Everyone wants financial security." "And you want the sex. You want wild, mind blowing, uninhibited sex." "Yes," she hissed. "Yes, I want it." "Money and sex is what you want." "No. I want sex and money, in that order," she countered with a leer. He laughed and she laughed with him. "Instead of the trust agreement and having my children, let's make a different deal, Denise. Let's start with a nice townhouse beautifully furnished, a new BMW Z3, more clothes and jewelry. I'll pay all your expenses. In addition, I'll give you a hundred thousand dollars now, and another hundred thousand at the end of the first year. I'll give you two hundred thousand at the end of the second through fifth years. That's a million dollars in securities and cash over five years. That's as much as you'd get from the trust and you don't have to wait to have it." "And the sex?" she asked. "Are you wet between your legs, Denise?" "Yes." "Damp or flowing?" "Flowing," she gasped. "I'll tell you how, when and where I want you. If you're not hot and eager to please me or if you tell me no, the deal's off. I'll share you with some friends. If you tell them no, the deal's off, and it's off if another man touches you without my permission. Uninhibited sex at my command and under my control, that's what I'm paying you for, Denise. Do you understand?" "Yes," she sobbed. "You'll have more sexually variety this way. Under the trust agreement, you'd be limited to Dan and me. This way there will be many different men, but you'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "You agree to do this because it's what you want." "Yes. Yes!" "Let's get started. Take your clothes off." There was no hesitation today, no false modesty, no indecisiveness. Arrogantly, she stripped away the burden of her clothes. Her panties were kicked away with disdain. "Very nice, but do you know what to do what that body?" "Yes. Danny didn't, but I'll bet you do." "Yes, I do," he replied. In a moment, Mr. Chase was in the picture. Her face was lust as she undressed him. When she yanked down his boxers, a magnificent cock, hard and purple, popped in her face. He commanded, "Suck me." Denise refused me oral sex, but she sucked Mr. Chase's cock with abandon. When it was wet with her saliva, he held the back of her head and fucked her face. The camera recorded her wide eyes and the bulge in her cheeks as he mercilessly drove his cock deep into her mouth. "That was marginal, Denise. You need to become a good little cocksucker if you expect me to be happy with you," he said. "Let's see if you fuck any better than you blow." He yanked her to her feet, shoved her face down over the back of an arm chair, and said, "Grab the chair arms and don't let go." She was facing the camera. He was behind her. I couldn't see the connection, but I could see them. She twisted and groaned lustily. "Stick it in," she begged, wiggling her ass. "Want to be fucked, little whore?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me." She squealed when he thrust in all the way and stopped. His stroke was so strong he lifted her feet off the floor. She kicked and moaned as her first orgasm hit her. Orgasm after orgasm crashed over her, in waves of heat, sweat and spasms, as he pounded her with long, hard strokes. He fucked her cunt until she collapsed across the chair. It was a display of hard fucking I'd only imagined, but he wasn't finished with her. "No," she whispered. "What did you say?" he growled. "I didn't mean it, but, please don't, that will hurt." He grabbed her by the throat and yanked her head back to his, arching her. Her big breasts wobbled, their nipples erect and purple red. "If you ever tell me no about anything again, I'll throw your slutty ass out on the street. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Chase." "I'm not a sweet guy like Dan, not with a whore like you. Ask me to fuck your ass." "Mr. Chase, please," she sobbed tearfully. He swatted her hard across her flank. She squealed and he swatted her again. "Fuck my ass," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm losing patience with you, Denise, and if I lose patience, you lose a million dollars. Say it like you mean it and always say please." "Please, Mr. Chase, fuck me in the ass." "Much better," he said. "Reach back with both hands and spread the cheeks of your ass for me. Lodge my cock head right against your bud." "Oh, God, it hurts," she wailed as he slammed into her, burying his cock to the hilt. Pinned by his cock between his body and the chair, she was like a live bug pinned to a mat. As she twisted and turned, one of his hands held her head firmly in place and the other roughly played with her breasts, extending her nipples and squeezing hard. I could see the pain in her face change to passion. I could tell when she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. It didn't surprise me when she orgasmed again. "Very nice, Denise. You like a cock up your dark hole, don't you?" "Yes, Mr. Chase," she whispered. "You have a nice, tight little asshole. I'm sure I'll use it many times." "I'm sure you will," she replied. She had a crooked, little smile. He popped out of her and shoved her to her knees. She sucked him until he exploded, covering her face in cum. He collapsed onto the couch. Denise lay exhausted on the floor, sweaty and cum covered. Mr. Chase pushed the button and Virginia appeared. She ignored Denise. "Virginia, send Barton in, please." "Yes, Mr. Chase," she answered. There was a twinkle in her eye. In a moment, a big man who looked like a bodyguard entered. "Yes, Mr. Chase," he said, trying not to look at Denise. "Barton, Denise is no longer my executive assistant. She's my playtoy. Would you like to take her for a ride?" The big man licked his lips. "Yes, sir, Mr. Chase," he said eagerly. "Do it right here. I want to watch." Denise was looking at Mr. Chase. Her eyes showed she realized for the first time exactly what was expected of her. Then they showed she liked it. The big man dropped his trousers and fell between her legs. Denise guided him into her. He fucked her hard; she fucked back. When he was through, he thanked Mr. Chase and didn't speak to her. She sat up and looked at her boss. She was smiling. "Not bad, Denise, but you can do better." "I'd just been well fucked by you and I'm new at this. Give me a little time," she said with grin. "You'll do fine, Denise," he said with a laugh. "Virginia'll get you a suite at the hotel until we lease a townhouse. After you dress, you can pick out your car." "Thank you," she replied. As she dressed, she asked, "Do I get a written agreement, Mr. Chase?" "No," he answered. "You'll have to trust me." When she turned to walk away, he called her name. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at him. "What are you, Denise?" he asked in a steely, low, tone. "I'm your whore," she replied. She looked proud and pleased. "Do you like being my whore?" "Am I going to get fucked a lot?" "Yes, you are." "Then, yes, I like it, Mr. Chase." The film ended as Denise left his office. I couldn't believe what I'd seen, but my cock was rock hard. Virginia saw it and smiled at me. "Mr. Chase said to tell you he enjoyed meeting you and good luck in the future. He arranged to have a woman here at eight. He thought it might take the edge off. She was to be a surprise gift, but I didn't want you to take matters in hand," she said, suppressing a laugh. "Tell him thanks for everything," I replied sincerely. She stood and hugged me. "A lot of women want a loving, faithful man they can trust. I turned Mr. Chase down for a man like that - a man like you. You'll find the right woman. Trust me on that." She kissed my cheek and let herself out. I was giddy. Seeing Denise's performances cleft whatever love was left and energized me for life without her. Some day I'd marry and have children, but, for now, I wanted to play around, enjoying myself and sampling what the world had to offer. The door bell rang at eight, not a minute too soon. I wanted to fuck so badly my cock was killing me. When I opened the door, she was standing there, looking beautiful and sexy. Her back was straight, her breasts high and firm, legs and ass displayed in a micro skirt and very high heels. She reddened when I grinned at her. She had the sexual arrogance of a woman who knows she is what men want and who likes the sex as much as they do. "Mr. Chase sent me. May I come in?" "Do come in, Denise." The End Please! Give me your comments! E-mail address: [email protected]

The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sights. Copyright 1999 by E. Z. Riter. E-mail address: [email protected] Please! Give me your comments. Dear Reader, This is a mind control (MC) story and non consensual (NC). There is no violence and relatively little sex. The story idea came from a reviewer's comments on a MC story posted in Simon bar Sinister's late, lamented, mcstories site. Enjoy. E.Z. CATHY'S SENTENCE James Warrington Thompson, multimillionaire and captain of industry, sweated as he sat behind the mahogany desk in his elegant office and contemplated the events of the last two days. He awaited the arrival of the person he hoped would save him. When his secretary announced the visitor, Thompson fought to control himself. His hand shook when he extended it in greeting. "Mr. Thompson, I'm Phillip Zim," the visitor said. His voice was well modulated and polite. "I'm glad you could come on such short notice, Mr. Zim. Please have a seat." "Thank you," Zim answered as he sat in the large, high-backed leather chair in front of the desk. "Have you talked with Hermann Weller today?" "Yes. I visited with Hermann again. He assures me I'll be pleased with your services. I'd no idea his wife was one of your subjects." "Mrs. Weller's a delightful woman, Mr. Thompson. That's to be expected. All our subjects are as delightful as she. All our clients are as satisfied as Mr. Weller. We perform first class services and we guarantee the results." "I first heard about your company from Hermann two days ago. I know nothing about you. My normal investigative procedures didn't even reveal your name." Zim grinned knowingly. "In our profession, it doesn't pay to advertise. We've been in business forty years and we operate worldwide." "Worldwide? I had no idea you were so big," Thompson replied. "There's quite a demand for us," Zim said. "We offer two basic services, Mr. Thompson. The majority are engagements like yours. The client has identified a specific subject. We contract to acquire and mold her to his specifications, including modifications." "Modifications?" "Yes. Breast enhancement, hair coloring, rhinoplasty, liposuction, that sort of thing. Lip enhancement is rapidly gaining in popularity with the new surgical techniques which have been developed." "Are most of your subjects modified?" "All subjects have some physical modification. Our basic program hones the subjects to their best natural appearance using diet and exercise. The property is instilled with a strong desire to maintain a perfect shape after her return to you. She will continue the diet and exercise program without instruction or intervention on your part." "All hard bodies?" Thompson said with a grin. "Predominantly. We offer the Victorian option. With that option, the subject is programmed for little to moderate exercise. Rather, she controls her shape primarily by diet. She'll have a soft, voluptuous feel. Part of this option is corset training, which gives the property a narrow, wasp waist, emphasizing an hourglass figure. These subjects are lush rather than hard." "Simply amazing," Thompson said. "May I ask how the training's done, Mr. Zim?" "That's proprietary information. However, part of the secret of our success is evaluation of subject's personality. We might recommend the direction her appearance should take, or management of her after her return." "I don't understand," Mr. Thompson replied. "I thought she'd be whatever I wanted." "She will. Have no doubt about it, our training provides perfect control. However, if we can meld features of her natural personality into the final characteristics you desire, the results are much better. In all honesty, Mr. Thompson, the results do vary. Melding her existing personality with the desired one creates a much happier and more positive subject. There's no negativity in her, no part of her fighting to resist. But - if we can't meld the two, we imprison the existing personality within her mind. The new personality we create controls her inwardly and outwardly. In that circumstance, the existence of the old personality within can cause conflict and, sometimes, depression. I wouldn't be overly concerned. We believe this exists in less than three per cent of our subjects." Zim stopped. He could see the confusion on Thompson's face. He waited until Thompson looked at him again. "We have one other option, although we normally try to dissuade our clients from selecting it," Zim continued. "What is it?" "We can destroy her inhibitions. The subject becomes a sex machine. She'll be a stereotypical slut." Thompson laughed. "Why don't you recommend that? Isn't it what most men want?" "Not really. Most of our customers want a woman who's wildly sexual with them, but them alone. They want love, comfort and companionship much more than they want sex. They want someone acceptable in any social situation, someone to show off to their friends. This option I'm referring to produces a true and complete slut." Zim grimaced remembering a distasteful event. "In one instance," he said, "we processed a subject for a client who had requested this option. He returned her to us in ten days. During that time, she seduced thirty-four men, including three of his business partners and the entire crew who maintained his landscaping. We disposed of her to someone else." "Good lord," Mr. Thompson said. "Who would want such a woman?" "They make excellent call girls or corporate whores," Zim replied with a smile. "What other services do you provide?" "We operate a training ranch in a South American country where we inventory about three hundred subjects. They're selected for their beauty and intelligence. We acquire them around the world and train them there. Ages of the subjects range from ten to nineteen. It's easier to mold the personalities most often desired when one begins early and has time. We sell them when they're ready. Of course, the subjects are virgins when they begin their new lives." "A beautiful, virgin sex slave. It sounds like a fantasy," Thompson said with a deprecating laugh. "It's a fantasy many men are living, Mr. Thompson. Now, I need some information." "Don't you want to hear why I'm doing this?" Thompson asked. "That's your business and we don't inquire. To us, it makes no difference. The results are the same. May I ask some questions?" James Thompson shifted in his chair to stare into space. Phillip Zim waited patiently as the clock on the wall ticked away the minutes. "Go ahead," Thompson said wearily. "Name?" "Name. Oh. After talking to Hermann, I believe there'll be two of them." "Two? Why?" "They're sisters. Their parents are dead and they have no other family. If both are taken, there'd be no family members to question the changes in them." "Wise decision, Mr. Thompson. Let me tell you about another service we provide. If you choose to have us mold both of them, we offer a reduced rate for the second subject. Also, any subject custom trained by us can be resold if you desire. Sales proceeds, less our standard commission, is remitted to you or you may have credit against a new purchase. You might keep one for yourself and sell the other." "No. Not just yet." "The service is always available. To continue, what's the name of the primary subject?" "Mary Catherine O'Brian. She's called Cathy." "Age?" "Twenty-five." "Physical description?" Thompson answered. Zim continued his questioning, recording the answers in his laptop computer. "Good," Zim said, the questionnaire on Cathy complete. "Let's talk about her sister." "I don't know a lot about her. Her name's Christine. She's about twenty and goes to UCLA. I have her address and a snapshot." "That'll have to do, I suppose," Zim said. "Shall we discuss the cover story to explain their disappearance?" "Cathy has few friends in spite of her intelligence and talents. She's a loner. She's already announced she's resigning, moving to Paris, and taking Chrissy with her." "Good. That'll explain their disappearence. When they return, there shouldn't be any problem. They'll be programmed to support any reason we wish for their return. May I borrow your phone?" "Certainly." Thompson watched as Zim quickly dialed. He spoke in hushed tones and a foreign tongue before turning to Thompson again. "Our Zurich bank received the wire transfer for the primary subject's training. We trust you to advance the balance tomorrow." "Of course." "Good. We can begin." Thompson collapsed in his chair after seeing Zim to the door. The interview had drained him. He wished . . . No. The die was cast. He was lost in thoughts when the door burst open. She strode toward his desk with arrogance and disdain. "Who was the suit?" she asked haughtily as she sat in the chair recently occupied by Mr. Zim. "A business prospect. What are your plans?" "I've changed them. Chrissy and I leave for Paris tomorrow." Cathy watched his face, seeing the distress come and go. "I've enjoyed outwitting you, Jim. Don't take it personally. It was business. You had money. I wanted it." She laughed cruelly. "Think of me when you authorize the monthly transfers. Think of me and all that secret information I have." "You're a bitch!" "You're a fool and I'm a rich bitch now. I'd like to say you were fun, but you weren't. Goodbye," she said as she stood. "Maybe we'll see each other someday." "Yes, we will," he replied under his breath as she walked toward the door. James Thompson was unable to sleep. He walked the halls of his expensive home. He jumped when the phone broke the stillness of the night. "Thompson here," he said when he picked up the receiver. "Just a short report, Mr. Thompson. The two subjects were acquired. We'll be in touch with you." "I'm looking forward to it," Mr. Thompson said before he disconnected. That night he slept soundly for the first time in days. One month later, James Thompson again waited in his office for the arrival of Phillip Zim. The men greeted each other. Phillip Zim began. "I have a long progress report." Zim said as he opened his laptop. He read over his notes. James Thompson was quiet and composed. "Let's start with the younger sister, Christine, or Chrissy, as they call her. Have you ever met her?" "No, I haven't," Thompson replied. "Delightful young woman. She's more beautiful than her sister. Our probes of her mind found her to be the ideal prospect. She has submissive characteristics we're melding into your objectives. You can thank Cathy for that. Cathy has spent her life making Chrissy subdued and submissive, thinking she'll be the beneficiary. Directing those tendencies toward you is easy. She'll be the ideal wife or mistress. As to her physical characteristics . . . " Zim consulted his laptop again. "Ah, yes. Our staff recommends no special modifications at all." "No modifications?" "None. We've processed many subjects over the years. We don't believe surgical modifications to obtain some so-called ideal is best either for the subject or the client. She's beautiful with a wonderful figure. Even her hair is ideal. It's a lustrous raven. I think you'll be very pleased." "And Cathy?" "Chrissy popped open like a ripe melon under our procedures and told us everything. It was very interesting. She hates her sister, but's afraid to displease her. This is a plus for you. Besides directing those characteristics to you, when Chrissy understands you control Cathy, she'll be more at ease around her. Yes, her personality will easily meld with your objectives." "And Cathy? What are your recommendations for her?" Thompson said coldly. "Cathy has a very strong personality," Zim replied. He appeared embarrassed. "Are you telling me you cannot deliver, Mr. Zim?" "No, sir. We guarantee our results." "Then, what are your recommendations for Cathy?" "We need further time to evaluate her, Mr. Thompson. Our recommendations will be deferred until then. The training program in contract situations is six months to a year, as I informed you. It's only been a month, Mr. Thompson. You must have patience. Do you have any other questions?" "None," Thompson replied. "We'll proceed then," Zim said as he stood. "I won't contact you for several more months." Time passed slowly for James Thompson, even though it was filled with activities. Thoughts of Cathy and Chrissy seldom left him. Four months passed from the women's acquisition before Zim called him to schedule another meeting. Thompson set it for the first possible moment. Zim was smiling when he arrived. "I have another progress report, Mr. Thompson," Zim began. "First, Chrissy. She's exactly as you ordered: the archtypical trophy wife. She's demure and classy, yet sensual and feminine. She'll be a magnificent lady in the living room and a wildcat in the bedroom. And, as important, she'll be completely loyal and faithful. You're fortunate indeed." Zim sat back with a self-satisfied smirk. "In fact, another client wishes to have her. He's prepared to offer top dollar." "She's not for sale," Thompson snapped, angry at the suggestion. Zim blanched. He was contrite when he spoke. "We never interfere in negotiations between clients, Mr. Thompson. I'm bringing the offer to you as I must under company policy." "Forget it." Zim waited for his client's anger to subside. "You've made a wise choice. She's very special. Her training's almost complete. She'll be available in three weeks, or we can deliver them at the same time." "No. I want her as soon as possible. Now, Mr. Zim, how about Cathy?" Zim grimaced as if he had bad news to reveal. He shrugged his shoulders before opening his laptop. "Cathy's been difficult, very difficult, but the conversion has begun. How would you describe Cathy, Mr. Thompson? I mean her personality, not her body." "Underneath her very charming exterior, you mean? She's cruel. Manipulative. Hard. Dominating and controlling." "Yes. True. Very true. Dominanting and controlling. Ruthless in her desire to control; vicious in her need to subugate others. But - we found the seed of another personality buried deeply in her psyche. That seed is the opposite: warm, soft, fun loving. Cathy doesn't enjoy sex, Mr. Thompson. Cathy doesn't enjoy life. We can't find anything she does enjoy except the perverse manipulation of others." "She appeared to enjoy sex with me." "Manipulation only. A way of controlling you. She doesn't enjoy sex, either with men or women. Our procedures determined that. No. Cathy's a manipulator, plain and simple." Zim stopped. For a moment he looked blankly out the window, then focused again on the screen in his lap. "We're growing that hidden seed, Mr. Thompson. We're building a new personality that will be what you want. Cathy's dominant personality's fighting us tooth and toenail. Our procedures are imprisoning her in her own mind. We believe, over time, with the right atmosphere at her resident location, the personality imprisoned will gradually wither, disappearing into the programmed personality." Zim stopped. Again, he consulted his file. "The new personality will be diametrically opposed to the old one. We recommend a completely different body type and we recommend a different name. We suggest you call her Candy." "Candy?" "Yes. Cathy's a proud and arrogant woman, as you well know, Mr. Thompson. We'll isolate her in a body she hates controlled by a woman she despises. That woman will be Candy." Zim laughed. "Cathy even hates the name Candy. She'll be constantly humiliated by Candy's actions and appearance. This will pressure her into complete capitulation. Once she surrenders, she'll accept and appreciate what she's become, or the personality known as Cathy will disappear." Zim waited until Thompson nodded understanding. "As I said, we recommend significant body modifications. Cathy's figure is very lean, even boyish. She's a fanatical believer in the saying 'the leaner the better'. Do you realize she's five ten and weighs only one hundred ten pounds?" "Cathy's very proud of her model's figure. She dieted and exercised religiously." "That's why the changes we recommend are so important." "How do you visualize her when you are through, Mr. Zim?" "We use computer modeling in these situations. Her height isn't something we can change. We project her weight'll be one hundred fifty-eight pounds. Our bone-to-mass analysis indicates she can carry the extra weight easily." "A forty-eight pound gain? Cathy'll be mortified." "Yes, she will. She'll be humiliated, but Candy'll love it. Instead of a bag of bones like Twiggy or Kate Moss, picture Marilyn Monroe. Picture a nineteenth century courtesan. Voluptuous. Lush. Rich." Zim smiled. "We leave no stone unturned, Mr. Thompson. Candy'll love her body, her soft, full woman's body. We don't recommend the standard Victorian option. Candy'll exercise to keep her figure. The fat to muscle ratio is very important. However, we recommend corset training." "Why?" "To optimize the waist to hip ratio." "What'll her measurements be?" "The computer projects several possible combinations. Mr. Thompson, our studies, based on forty years of dealing with this subject, indicate the importance of a woman's measurements is vastly overblown. It's her face, her eyes, her sense of self and sensuality, that attract a man. Take Marilyn Monroe and Michelle Pfeiffer, for example. They're totally different body types, yet men flock to them. It's their attitude, their individual projection of feminity." "True. You know, Mr. Zim, Cathy's figure wasn't my ideal. I prefer more meat on my women. It was always her mind that attracted me." "Of course. Most men prefer a woman shaped like a woman, but the mind is the true sex organ. That is why the training takes so long, Mr. Thompson. We must control her mind, modify it, make it want to do what we want her to be. Looks are an important part of that. Back to her figure. Our experience has proved the hip-to-waist ratio is the only physical measurement worth noting. As long as it's .7 to one or less, other measurements aren't significant." "Any other recommendations?" James Thompson asked. "Only one at this time. Cathy's hair is short and black. We recommend Candy have blonde hair. The final color is yet undetermined. Our current thinking is a light golden color. Length would be to her shoulders." "Sounds delightful." "Yes. We'll have more suggestions later, I'm sure. Well, Mr. Thompson. May we proceed?" "Certainly, but keep me informed." "Of course. Don't worry. The subject will be wonderful when we finish with her." "But she won't be Cathy." "Cathy'll be there, somewhere in Candy's mind." Thompson grinned evilly. He said, "I have one request. I want to talk to Cathy after you return Candy to me." Zim looked surprised. "No one's ever requested that before. I think we can do it. I need to consult with our specialists." "Please do. It's important to me." Thompson was at his desk when the phone rang two days after Zim's visit. "Mr. Thompson, can you talk?" "Yes. Go ahead." "Good news. Cathy'll be accessible though Candy. You can speak to her whenever you wish. Cathy won't be able to speak back unless you give Candy specific instructions to allow it." "Excellent. Anything else?" "I want to make arrangements to deliver Chrissy to you. She's ready." A week later, James Thompson waited impatiently in his living room for the arrival of Christine O'Brian. It was half past midnight when he heard the van in his circular driveway. At the knock, he swung open the door. Phillip Zim smiled at him. Another man was standing behind Zim. Thompson escorted his guests to the living room. The other man carried a woman in his arms. She was covered by a cloak and hooded. The man placed her on the floor. Only the pink tipped toes of her bare feet were visible. The woman did not move, except to tilt her head downward. Without speaking, Zim removed the cloak and hood. Thompson's sharp inhale was audible. Zim smiled. "Good night, Mr. Thompson. I know you'll enjoy her," Zim said. Thompson returned from escorting Zim to the door to find the woman unchanged. Slowly, he walked around her, admiring what he saw. When he took her hand, her eyes opened. Bright blue eyes gazed softly into his. One step and she was in his arms, her lips raised to be kissed. They were soft and supple. Her body melted into him. When he broke the kiss, her eyes fluttered, wet and unfocused. "Oh, Jim, I've looked forward to this moment," she whispered. "So have I, Chrissy. Come. Let's go to bed." She smiled happily, revealing a dimple and bright, white teeth. "I thought you'd never ask," she said sexily. Three months later, Chrissy O'Brian answered the door of the Thompson mansion. Her expensive and conservative white pants suit spoke of money, class and breeding, and hinted of carnal pleasures. "Hello, Mr. Zim. Please come in," she said, her smile wide and genuine. "Jim's expecting you." After escorting Mr. Zim into the study, she excused herself. Zim heard her humming as she quietly closed the door. "I hear things are going well," Zim said. "Unbelievably! How did you hear?" "From Hermann and from another man whose wife was one of our subjects. Everyone, it appears, likes Chrissy very much." "True. Particularly me. She's a wonder." "It's been ninety days since we delivered her. Any flaws we need to correct? Any additional training needed?" "No. No. She's more than I expected. She's smart. Her sense of humor is outstanding, her personality perfect for me. And, in bed, well . . . " Thompson's words drifted off. Zim waited patiently as he had waited for other clients many times before. Thompson smiled at him before speaking again. "Funny. I've fallen in love with her." "That's to be expected, Mr. Thompson. All the positive feminine characteristics are reinforced and magnified; the negative ones are diminished or eliminated. How could any man not love her? Honestly, I'm not surprised. Our programming's designed to produce an ideal woman. Nature takes over. Her man feels about her the way you feel about Chrissy." "I think I'll marry her." "That's your choice. She's programmed to be the perfect wife, you know." James Thompson's eyes were looking at a picture in his mind. He sighed absentmindedly. Finally, he turned back to Phillip Zim. "You're here about Cathy?" "Yes. I have a progress report." "Go ahead," Thompson said. "It's been eight months since acquisition. Cathy's still fighting with all her powers, but those powers are reduced significantly. Candy's starting to blossom. The weight gain's coming along nicely. Candy weighs one hundred forty-one now. She exercises a great deal, running to build her legs and derriere, weight training to sculpt her body." "How did you get her to gain weight? I couldn't get Cathy to eat two ounces of prime rib." "Women aren't naturally addicted to prime rib, Mr. Thompson. They're addicted to chocolate. High quality chocolate. Dark, rich, high fat, indescribable chocolate." "Of course! Cathy would squirm when she saw chocolate, like it was the devil himself. I've seen her fight herself not to eat it." "Candy doesn't struggle to avoid it. She struggles to get it. I've always thought the forbidden fruit in The Garden of Eden was chocolate," Zim said with a laugh. "I have a progress report to discuss with you." "You've got my agreement to do whatever you wish to her." "That may include surgical modification. We haven't made our final recommendations yet." "I don't want to hear it. Do what you think best." "Thank you for your confidence, Mr. Thompson. You'll not regret it." About three months later, Chrissy O'Brian was on her hands and knees in the middle on the big bed in the Thompson bedroom. James Thompson was under her, his cock in her mouth. She pulled back with a slurp and wrapped her fingers around him. Her free hand brushed back her long black hair so she could look at him. "Something wrong, honey?" she asked in a puzzled, shy voice. "You seem someplace else tonight." "Come lie by me for a minute," he said, patting the bed. "But I'm enjoying this," she replied with a sexy smile. He gently tugged on her hair, pulling her toward him. She slipped beside him, entwining her body against his. Idly, her pussy moved lightly back and forth against his leg. "Are you unhappy with me?" she whispered, anxiety evident in her voice. "Oh, never." "What is it then?" "I want to marry you," he said softly. Chrissy O'Brian began to cry. She sobbed out a grateful and genuine acceptance. Three weeks later James Thompson's phone rang. "Thompson here." "Mr. Thompson, Phillip Zim. I'm calling to make the final arrangements for the delivery of Candy O'Brian, but first, congratulations. I hear you're getting married." "Yes. Thank you. Chrissy and I are very excited about it." "Shall I put Candy in our sale program for you?" "No. I still want Cathy, I mean Candy. I have some things to settle with her." "We'll arrive tomorrow night shortly after midnight." James Thompson watched the clock as it crawled past midnight. His fianc, Chrissy O'Brian, dressed in a silk, full length robe, waited patiently. Jim rattled the ice in his glass. When they heard the car in the driveway, both went to the door. Again Phillip Zim stood on the threshold, accompanied by a man carrying a woman concealed in a hood and cloak. The man stood the woman in the center of the room. With a flourish, Zim removed the cloak. "That's not Cathy!" Chrissy gasped. "But it is, or rather, it was," Zim replied. "She's wearing earplugs because I don't want her to hear us. Isn't she magnificent? Look at that body!" "She looks like Dolly Parton only taller and bigger. Oh, my god, Cathy hates that kind of body," Chrissy said. "Yes, she does," Zim replied with a thin smile. "But this isn't Cathy." "I know. She's Candy. Your representative explained everything to us." "Her final weight is one fifty-one, Mr. Thompson. Waist-hip ratio's a perfect .7:1." Thompson cupped one of her huge breasts in his hand, feeling its weight and shape. A groan came from beneath the hood and her back arched a fraction of an inch, offering her breast to him. "Implants?" he asked. "Yes. It was needed to balance her figure. We also performed liposuction on her waist." "Excellent work. I can't see a scar." "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I'll give your compliments to the surgeon." "Can I talk to Cathy?" "In a few moments, Mr. Thompson. Do you have any questions about her handling?" "No questions, Mr. Zim," Thompson said. "Chrissy?" Zim said. She looked at him and shook her head. "Your part in this is very important." "I know. Don't worry, Mr. Zim. I'll discipline Candy when she needs it. I'm looking forward to being her mistress." Zim smiled at seeing the determination on Chrissy's face. She'd been trained to be submissive to James Thompson, but dominant over the other women in his life if he desired her to be. Zim slapped the hooded woman on the back of her naked thigh. Gracefully, she knelt. He removed the hood and the earplugs. She was still. Her eyes were closed. Zim and his assistant left. Candy didn't move except for her gentle breathing. "Keep your eyes closed, Candy, but you may speak if necessary," Thompson said. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson," the woman replied in a soft and sexy voice. James Thompson unzipped his slacks. Candy shivered in anticipation when she heard the zipper. He rubbed his hard cock against her lips. Greedily, she sucked him in her mouth. He put his hand on her head to guide her. "Open your eyes, Candy," Thompson said as his hand on the back of her head held his cock deep in her mouth. She looked up at him, smiling around his cock. He saw what he wanted. Sensuality. Submissiveness. Happiness. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. "May I finish sucking you, Mr. Thompson?" she said. "Later, Candy. I want to meet your new mistress." "Hello, Candy," Chrissy said. "Hello, Miss O'Brian," she said, "or, is it Mrs. Thompson?" "Miss O'Brian will do for now." "Chrissy, go to the bedroom. I want to talk to Candy," Thompson said. Thompson led the naked Candy O'Brian into his study. He sat in his easy chair and instructed her to sit in the chair opposite him. "Candy?" "Yes, Mr. Thompson," the woman replied sweetly, her expression showing her eagerness to please him. "You'll be our maid and cook. You'll perform any other duties we give you, but your primarily responsibility will be to provide sexual enjoyment for me and any other man I tell you to please." "I know," she replied eagerly. "I'm looking forward to it." "Do you know who Cathy is, Candy?" "Yes, I do. This may sound nutty, but she's in here with me. In my mind, I mean. Sometimes, I can hear her talking to herself. Sometimes, I can hear her scream." "That's not nutty. She's in there with you. Never listen to her, Candy. Never follow her instructions." "I know that, Mr. Thompson." "While you enjoy sex, Cathy's humiliated by it. While you love men, Cathy hates them. These men you're going to fuck will think you're Cathy. I want them to think you're Cathy. Many of them are Cathy's friends and business associates. I want them to believe she's become a wild and wanton slut." "Well, I don't really understand your plan, Mr. Thompson, but I'll do whatever you want. I'll tell everyone my name is Cathy O'Brian and that I'm the biggest slut in town." "I know you will, Candy. You're a good woman. Now, I want to speak to Cathy. You keep control of your body and don't let it move, but let Cathy control your face and voice. Candy, listen for me. When I call your name, you take complete control again." "Okay, Mr. Thompson." "Cathy? Cathy, can you hear me?" Mr. Thompson asked. The face of the woman kneeling between his legs crumbled. Tears flushed down her face making a mess of her heavy makeup. Sobs wrenched from her throat. Thompson sat, letting her cry hysterically. He waited as the crying subsided. When she looked up at him, her face was a distraught study in the absence of hope. "Cathy, did you hear what I told Candy?" "Don't do it! Please, oh, god, please don't do it! Jim, I'm begging you!" "Begging won't help, Cathy." "I'll give you back all the money and information I stole." "I already have them. Candy told Mr. Zim where they were. It seems the two of you share a common memory." "You bastard!" The voice was a scream, the face a study in hatred. The body was relaxed and calm, not moving. Thompson's eyes narrowed. His anger was evident. "Why don't you relax and enjoy your new life, Cathy?" "Let a man control me? Let any man fuck me any way he wants? I'd die first!" "That's too bad. Your mind's brillant. You and I would've made a hell of a team." "It's not too late, Jim! Release me. Let me help you." "No, Cathy. It's too late. Candy has your intelligence, your training and knowledge, but she's not a manipulative bitch like you are. I'm going to enjoy Candy like I never enjoyed you." "I hate you!" she screamed. "I'll hate you forever." "Cathy O'Brian," he said. "For fraud, theft, and deceit in our relationship, I sentence you to six months solitary confinement in your living prison. After six months, I'll review your case. At that time, I'll decide what further punishment you deserve." "God, no. Please, Jim," Cathy sobbed. "Have mercy on me! Please! Have mercy!" "That is merciful, Cathy. You'll get to enjoy all the people Candy pleases. You'll learn to enjoy life and sex and yourself." "Don't do that to me! Let me have my pride. Please!" "Cathy, take pride in your woman's body. In Candy's body. Take pride in the joy you'll bring men and women by being with them." "No! No! I hate sex!" "Goodbye, Cathy. I'll speak to you again in six months. Candy!" The face changed. The woman shook her head as if regaining consciousness. Slowly, the sweet, slutty demeanor of Candy O'Brian reappeared. She tilted her head to one side, as if listening to a voice from afar. "She's screaming again," Candy said. "Pay no attention. Let's go upstairs," Mr. Thompson replied. "Oh, good. Can we fuck? I love to fuck, Mr. Thompson." The End Please! Give me your comments. E-mail address: [email protected]

AULD LANG SYNE By E. Z. Riter *** Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne." Song by Bobbie Burns, national poet of Scotland. Auld lang syne literally means "old long ago" but might better be translated as "times gone by." *** 1993 was a sad, bad year. The tattered and torn fabric of my marriage to Barbara came apart like a sail in a hurricane. It wasn't the sex - that part was still great. It was the lack of love-the feeling of being one-half of a complete being, of belonging to each other. By Christmas, the marriage was in its death throes with only inertia and memories keeping us together. Fortunately, Beth, our elder daughter, spent Christmas with her new husband's family, and Ginny, our younger one, went skiing with her college gang. Barbara and I planned to attend our dance club's annual New Year's Eve dance as we had for sixteen years. We liked to dance and socialize with our friends. At least, we still had that in common. That and the kids and our law profession, although we practiced at different firms. Barbara was a stunning woman who appealed to me from the first time I saw her. Tall at five eight, her legs were long, even for her height, and muscular, and her ass high and hard, all maintained by hours of weight-training, running, and the Stairmaster, for she was a fitness addict. She was short-waisted and her breasts were perfect C-cups, thanks to an expensive plastic surgeon. Her hair, originally black and kept that way at the beauty salon, fell down her back when we met and now was worn in a shorter cut to frame her face but not reach her shoulders. On New Year's Eve, as with many others before it, I finished dressing first and sat down in my chair in the bedroom to talk with her and watch her dress after her bath. This time, I was sadly bemused by the dichotomy tearing at me. I wanted her sexually and the inertia impeded a spilt, but a large part of me knew our marriage was headed for the divorce court. When she walked naked from the bathroom, her hard, appraising stare quickly changed to a cocked eyebrow and semi-smirk. She posed for me as she slipped on black thong panties to cover her hairless crotch. One day years ago, she'd announced she preferred her pubis to be bald and had worn it that way ever since. Panties in place, she sat on the edge of the bed to put on her stockings. She didn't like pantyhose, although she sometimes wore them to work. She preferred a garter belt and hose, or thigh-high stockings that stayed in place. She lovingly rolled sheer black, thigh high stockings up her legs, almost caressing herself with her touch. She slipped on her open-toed pumps with the four-inch stiletto heels and fastened their straps around her ankles. She stood, walked to the full-length mirror, and turned on tip-toes to see herself. I watched, too-watched her ass to be specific. I looked up to see her smiling at me in the mirror. "Like what you see, Rick?" she asked in a sultry voice. "I do. I always have." "I like you, too," she replied. "You turn me on." She opened a dresser drawer, removed a garment, walked to me, and turned her back. As she turned, her hand brushed the fly of my trousers. "Please fasten this for me," she said. "You're wearing a corset?" I asked. "It makes my dress fit better." The corset was black lace and fastened in back with hooks and eyelets. As I fastened it for her, her perfume wafted up to me and my fingertips tingled from the heat of her skin. She walked back to the mirror to admire herself. The effect of the corset was eye-catching. It lifted and emphasized her breasts, raising and rounding them, and narrowed her waist, not that either her breasts or her waist needed the enhancement. She stepped into her walk-in closet and returned wearing her evening gown, a strapless, tight, slinky number that fell to her ankles and had a slit up her right leg to allow her to dance. "Zip me," she said as she turned her back to me again. I fumbled only a bit with the zipper. She then stepped away from me and slowly twirled. "How do I look?" "Stunning." She kissed me hungrily. "So do you. Ready to go?" she asked. * The dance club always held the party at the Hilton and many of us rented rooms for the night so we wouldn't have to drive home in an alcoholic haze. We arrived at nine. I checked into the hotel while Barbara went directly to the ballroom. When I entered the ballroom, I looked for her and saw her on the dance floor with Tim Hutchins. I stopped several times to visit with friends as I made my way to the bar. Barbara and Tim left the dance floor and I joined them at the table we were sharing with them and two other couples, Larry and Patty Smith and Mike and Sally Johnson. Marla, Tim's wife, joined us. We passed small talk until the orchestra struck up another number. Larry asked Barbara to dance and I danced with Patty. Barbara and I only danced together twice that evening. While I danced about half the time, Barbara never left the dance floor. She danced with many men, but most often with Tim. They looked like lovers. I danced with Patty and Sally, but I spent most of the time with Marla. Being with Marla wasn't a bad thing. She was pretty and sexy, with teasing eyes and a lush, feminine softness that contrasted nicely to Barbara's chiseled form. She danced close to me with her bountiful breasts on my chest and her crotch against mine. I had only one drink that night, foregoing my usual multiple bourbon and water for just plain water and a few soft drinks. Being stone-cold sober and in a detached and analytical mood changed my perspective and my perceptions. As I watched the partially alcohol-induced merriment of the crowd of middle-aged couples, I could see those among them who were still in love, those who were not in love but satisfied with each other, and those like Barbara and me-hanging on to marriage for some reason or the other. I was dancing with Marla about eleven thirty when I saw Barbara and Tim sneak off the dance floor and go toward the elevators. "What's wrong?" Marla asked, raising her head to look at me. "Barbara and Tim just left together," I said. "Oh," she said and she snuggled closer against me. "Doesn't that bother you?" I asked. "No. Does it bother you?" It bothered the hell out of me, but I didn't reply to her. A cold, dead feeling settled in me and I shivered. "I thought you knew about them," Marla said. "I didn't know," I said. That wasn't a lie. I thought Barbara was cheating on me, but I didn't know. "They've been lovers since Labor Day," Marla said with no more emotion than if she were relating the weather report. "And you don't care if Tim and Barbara have an affair?" I asked. "Why would I?" "He's your husband." "Sex isn't love. He always comes home to me, and I always go home to him." "You've had affairs?" "I've had sex with other men, but I don't think of them as affairs." Her arms slid around my waist to hold me tightly against her. "I've never had the one guy I've always wanted. That's you, Rick. I want you to fuck me and I want it tonight," she said. Rumors abound in any social circle. In ours, Tim and Marla were reputed to be wife-swappers, a rumor Marla just confirmed. The rumors included the Smiths and Johnsons in that group. That would explain why all three wives seemed to come on to me all night. Since my wife was enjoying her husband, I saw no need to deprive myself of her. "I've wanted you, too," I replied. Her giggle seemed phony. "I know," she replied. "I've felt your cock on my belly and seen the way you look at me." "Let's go upstairs," I said. "I'd love to," she replied. She took my hand to lead me toward the elevators. As we slipped through the crowd, I watched the other couples. Most were lost in themselves and their mates. Some were dancing in a friendly way. A few watched us go, and, of those few, most were rumored to have open marriages. I wondered if tonight was planned by Barbara, Tim, and Marla, or by a larger group, and if my staged seduction was an introduction to a different lifestyle. Marla was obviously aroused as she held tightly to my hand and pulled me into the elevator after her. The elevator doors closed with a clank that sounded like a jail-cell door. "Do you want to go to your room or join them in our room?" Marla asked. She adroitly unzipped my tuxedo trousers and retrieved my cock, which immediately hardened as her fingers wrapped around it. "Barbara wasn't lying." "About what?" I asked. "She said you had a nice cock, and she said you knew how to use it." She stroked it back and forth and we kissed until the elevator doors opened. "So, which room?" she asked. "Your room," I said. Holding my cock with one hand, Marla guided me to the door to their room, which was five doors down from my own. She slipped the electronic key in the lock, whispered, "Be quiet," and stealthily opened the door. Barbara and Tim were on the king-size bed. Naked except for her stockings and heels, she faced the headboard with her arms locked to brace her and her knees spread widely. Tim was between her legs, holding her hips with his cock in her ass. They looked like a scene from a porno flick and I wondered if they fell into that position naturally or had posed it for my benefit. "God, I love you back there," she moaned. "You love having me in any of your holes, don't you, slut?" Tim said. "Any of them, anytime." If the plan was to get my agreement to join the swap-club, it failed. The instant I saw Barbara and Tim together, any marital feeling I had for her was severed like a head under the guillotine. The emotion was so real I saw the blade drop and I jerked in response. Barbara's body and her wanton face and Tim's face and his cock going in her nether hole burned into my mind. I knew even then I would always be able to close my eyes and let that sight pop into view. What I didn't know was if an emotional emptiness would drain me again each time the memory returned. "Aren't they beautiful together?" Marla whispered as she slipped my tux jacket over my shoulders, tossed it aside, and started undressing me. "Harder, Tim. Ream me out because... I'm... so... close." "Unzip me," Marla whispered and turned her back to me. I unzipped her little black cocktail dress, and unhooked her strapless bra. Barbara emitted her hard laugh as she shook in orgasm. Marla shimmied and her dress and bra fell to the floor. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her pantyhose and tugged them down her legs as Tim climaxed and collapsed, flattening Barbara against the bed with his cock still in her. "Come on," Marla said with a giggle. She dragged me to the bed where she lay down by my wife. "No foreplay. Just stick it in me." I crawled between her legs and easily slid into her dripping pussy. Her hairy bush felt strange against me. Her breasts, larger than Barbara's and natural, felt strange against my chest. I was slowly fucking her when Barbara sighed and turned her head toward us to watch through her post-orgasmic haze. I, too, watched, and my mind recorded every nuance as I fucked the sloppy and well-used cunt of my friend's wife. I wondered how many men had been there before me, and how many men my wife had used for her pleasure. Tim rolled off Barbara to lie on her far side and stroked her ass absent-mindedly as he watched Marla and me. Marla moaned and whimpered and fucked me back until a hard orgasm contorted her face and wracked her body, leaving her inert and gasping. "That was beautiful, baby," Tim said as he stroked her face. I hadn't climaxed, but ejaculation didn't seem appropriate. When I pulled out of Marla and stepped off the bed, Tim took my place between his wife's legs. Barbara rolled on her back and her eyes questioned if I'd join her. I crawled between Barbara's legs. She opened for me, took my cock in her hand, and guided it toward her cunt, but I stopped and her eyes searched my face. "Did you enjoy Marla?" she asked hopefully. "Yes. Did you enjoy Tim?" "Yes," she replied. "Marla told me you've been fucking him since Labor Day. That surprised me. I thought you were having an affair before that." "Why didn't you say something?" she asked. "I don't know. Maybe I was afraid of your answer." "I love you, Rick. I want to spend my life with you, but I love sex, too. I have had affairs before Tim." "How many men have you had?" "Oh, I've lost track. How many women have you had?" "None except you." "Seriously?" she asked incredulously. "Very seriously," I replied. "I'm surprised. You're such a virile and sexy man, and you do love to fuck." "I love fucking you and I have been faithful." "I like fucking and fucking around. I was hoping you did, too." I didn't reply. "Tim and Marla are swingers. I want us to join their club. Please, Rick." "I don't want that," I said. "Why not? It's a lot of fun." When I didn't reply, she said, "Be honest. You've wanted to fuck Marla and now you have. Think of all the other women you'll get to have." "I don't want that," I repeated more emphatically. "I want it, and I want an open marriage. I want to fuck who I want when I want." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me hotly. "I want to be your wife, Rick, but I won't be faithful." "Then I want a divorce," I replied. "I'll draw and file the papers." She looked crushed. "Please don't do that. We have a good life together." Her hands were busy stroking me. "Let's stay together and open the marriage. You enjoy sex so much and I know you'd enjoy the variety." The situation was ludicrous-utterly farcical like a terrible made-for-TV movie. I felt like an idiot as I discussed with my wife either opening or dissolving our marriage while she held my cock and our lovers watched. "Please, Rick," she pleaded. "I can't do that. If you have to play around, we need to divorce." "Are you sure?" she asked. "Completely sure." She bubbled with rage. "All right. Be that way. I don't want anything out of the marriage except cash." "Cash it'll be." "Get off me," she demanded, but I didn't. She raised her hands to push me away. I grabbed her wrists and we struggled until her wrists were pinned over her head with her legs held open and trapped by my forearms. My cock had found her cunt and wormed in to bury the crown. "Get off me, you limp-dicked bastard," Barbara hissed. Despite her comments, I saw the signs she wanted me to fuck her and she wanted it rough-a long, hard fucking that rips orgasms from her. I pushed and buried my cock in her. I pinched her tit, squeezing and twisting her nipple until it hurt. "Leave her alone, Rick," Tim said in what he probably considered a dominating tone. I turned my head to glare at him. "Touch me, Timmy boy, and I'll tear off your cock and shove it up your ass," I said. He reddened, trembled, and looked away. Marla smirked happily and looked at me with big, needy eyes. "Want me to call the police?" Tim tentatively asked Barbara. "No, and stay out of it," she replied curtly. "Let him masturbate using me if he wants." Barbara wanted to stay cool and not respond to me, but she couldn't. I knew her body and what turns her on. I knew what every little twitch, every minuscule movement of a facial muscle, meant. I knew how much she could take before she lost it. "Tim called you a slut when he was fucking your ass. He was right. You're a slut, a worthless cunt good for nothing but fucking." "Asshole. Fucking asshole," she said through gritted teeth, but her pussy ground against me. "Nothing but an over-educated piece of white-trash pussy-meat." I squeezed her nipple until she squirmed and said, "Let go of me." I released that nipple and seized the other. "Have you been charging all the guys you fuck, slut?" "You're the only bastard who gives me money. If you were good in bed, I'd fuck you for free like I do the others." "You should have been charging them. You could buy yourself a trailer." "I've had enough of you. When's your pathetic cock going soft, faggot?" she said. "When your big, sloppy, adulterous pussy can't take any more, slut!" I slapped the exposed side of her ass and thigh hard. She cursed me but her pussy grabbed my cock. I fucked her with deep and demanding strokes, and slapped her ass intermittently. Each slap brought forth a groan and stimulated her further. She shook her head to fight the passion rising in her, but it was a lost cause. She knew I had her now, knew she would cum despite herself. I slapped her ass harder. "Say you're a slut," I demanded as I stopped with only the head of my cock in her. Her face was needy, her eyes soft and wet in lust. "I'm a slut. A horny, whorish, cock-loving slut," she moaned. Her legs held me tightly in her. "Oh, Rick, you're fucking me so good!" When she came, she screeched and thrashed the bed. I've always enjoyed Barbara's orgasms with their unrestrained bursts of passion, but I didn't even break rhythm. I fucked her to another orgasm and then a third before her expression said she'd had enough. I pulled out, jacked my cock twice, and came on her face and hair. "God, that was something," Marla whispered reverently as she sat cross legged and playing with herself. Tim, kneeling on the bed, looked awed and a little frightened. I stood up and dressed. Barbara squirmed up the bed, propped the pillows behind her, and lit a cigarette. Tim's cum oozed out of her ass as mine slid down her cheeks. As I walked toward the door, she called my name. I stopped and looked at her. She exhaled and said, "We're all going to the Johnsons for a swing party. Why don't you join us?" "No, thanks," I replied. A tear rolled down her cheek. "I love you, Rick." I shook my head disgustedly, opened the door, and slammed it behind me when I left. I took the elevators down to the main floor and went to the ballroom. It was forty-five minutes into the New Year. The hotel staff was beginning to remove the clutter, sweeping away the confetti and hauling off the garbage carts full of empty liquor bottles. I exited the door into the lobby to find it empty and quiet. I retrieved my overcoat from the coat-check, and went out the front door to the automobile valet where several couples were waiting for their cars. The blast of January's frigid air and the realization I was a single man hit me at once. I never felt so cold and alone. I went home, but I didn't sleep. I was at the office at five that morning. The divorce papers were complete New Year's Day and would be filed when the courthouse opened on the second. No point in making it more difficult. The divorce papers stated "mutual agreement" was the reason for our split. It provided our assets would be evaluated and she would get half that value in cash and her law partnership interest. No alimony or child support for either of us. We agreed to split the kids' college costs. And that was that. Twenty-three years of marriage shot to hell. I spent New Year's night in a hotel. I had to get away from Barbara, who had called me all day. The sterile, commercial hotel room magnified my despondency. When I got home about nine in the morning the day after New Year's, Barbara had left for work. I found a long note pleading with me to stay with her. Word spread fast. By the end of the day, the divorce was filed and everyone seemed to know our marriage was over. I was forty-four, in excellent health, reasonably good-looking, and with a high-income. I was the ideal target for women seeking a husband. Truthfully, I was surprised at the direct and, some might say, coarse way the women approached me, coming out of the woodwork and the bushes to circle like buzzards around a carcass. All sorts of women. Some were married and only wanted to fuck. Most wanted a ring on her finger. I had a date the night the papers were filed with a thirty-something accountant who worked for one of the big firms. She proved that conservative and reserved professionals can fuck with unbridled lust if they want to. *** Barbara moved out January 4th. She called me regularly, pleading with me to relent and asking me to meet her. I did neither. The wives in the club-Marla, Patty, Sally, and four others-called or showed up at my door to persuade me to take Barbara back, and to passionately spout rhetoric on the advantages of swapping. Then they went to bed with me. About eight weeks after I filed for divorce, Tiffany, a twenty-two-year-old friend of Beth, my elder daughter, called me. Tiffany had been a stereotypical teenaged slut, a sensual temptress who teased and put out. She got pregnant at eighteen and stopped hanging around with the old crowd, so I lost track of her. Had I been a cheater like Barbara was, Tiffany would have been on the top of my list of desired conquests. "Hi, Mr. Warren. It's Tiffany Thompson," she said. "Hi, Tiffany. Long time no see," I said. Visions of her in a bikini danced in my head. "It has been almost two years. I heard through the grapevine you and Mrs. Warren are getting a divorce." "That's right." "I'd like to see you." "Why don't you come over tomorrow night? I'll cook a few shrimp and we can talk," I said. "And I'll fuck your eyes out," I thought. "What time?" "Six-thirty," I said. "I'll be there," she said. Tiffany arrived at my house right on time. When I opened the door, she looked for a moment like she wanted to flee, but she gave me a big grin and a hug after I invited her in. I was surprised by her appearance. She had always been a hot number, prancing around our swimming pool in a smaller bikini than the other girls, or dressing for a party in clothes more revealing than I let Beth wear. And she was outrageously flirtatious, both with the boys always hanging around and with me, not that I minded. Now she looked different. Under her hip-length denim jacket with the faux-wool liner, she wore low-rider denim jeans and a camel-colored stretch faux-suede shirt with snap closures. Her clothes were tight enough to reveal the dynamite body I remembered, but weren't skin-tight like she used to wear. Call it the difference between sexy-stylish and slutty. The bottom snap of her shirt was undone and her belly-button peeked out at me, without the half-circle bar and dangling chain she once wore. Her hair, which had been a light, bright blonde was now a dark honey color and still fell to the middle of her back. She wore a heart-shaped gold locket as big around as a quarter on a short, thin, gold chain, a single gold stud in each ear, and no other jewelry. The last time I'd seen her she had a ring on every finger. Our conversation was stilted at first, but we soon relaxed as we caught up on each other's lives. She was in college part-time, working to provide for herself and Brittany, her daughter, and living with her parents to save money. She was proud of Brittany, eagerly sharing pictures of the brown-eyed pixie, and she was proud of herself and what she was accomplishing. Tiffany had matured. She was witty, attractive, sweet, and most enjoyable. She flirted, as did I, but the flirting was much more discreet than I anticipated. She was a young woman now, not the wild teenager I remembered. I barbequed despite the cold. We ate shrimp and tossed salad and sipped Kendall-Jackson chardonnay at the dining room table, and talked. After dinner, we did the dishes and talked before adjourning to the living room couch with fresh glasses of wine. She sat with her bare feet on the couch so her knees were under her chin with her arms draped over them as she idly swirled the wine in her glass. Conversation died and I relished the moment and her. She looked up at me and a crooked half-smile turned her lips. "When I was a girl, I had a crush on you. A big crush. I wanted you to throw me on my back and take me until I screamed. And I wanted you to make love to me and tell me I was the woman for you." "I wish I'd known," I replied. "Oh, you knew, and I knew you knew. You didn't do it because that's the kind of guy you are. That made me want you more." "And what do you want now?" "The same thing, but more." She studied my face to see if I understood what she said. "I hear there a lot of applicants in the 'become Mrs. Richard Warren' contest." "An endless stream it seems." "I'm not surprised. You're a man who would make any woman happy." My face clouded and she said, "I didn't mean that negatively, Rick. I can't imagine a woman leaving you." "She didn't leave me. I left her." "Why?" "Because she had cheated since we married and she wanted my permission to cheat even more." "Oh?" Tiffany said. "She wanted an open marriage, you know, when either partner screws whoever they want." "You didn't?" "No, I didn't." "Why not?" she asked. The question surprised me. For a second, I thought she might be toying with me, but her demeanor was serious. The question spun me into an introverted spiral and she waited patiently. Finally, I ducked her question and said, "I'll tell you this. Since I left Barbara, I made a promise to myself. I'm going to have sex with every woman I want." "But you wouldn't do it while you were married to her?" "No." "Was that because you believe in faithfulness as part of marriage...or you didn't want other guys screwing your wife?" "That's a good question," I replied. "And what's a good answer?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes. "No comment," I said. "Did you have sex with anyone else while you were married to her?" "Technically, yes, because I started having affairs the day the divorce was filed." "And before that?" "No." "Are you enjoying playing around?" "Damn, but you ask a lot of questions." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." "Yes, you did," I replied. She blushed and looked away, but her eyes quickly returned to mine. She sighed. "Yes, I did." "Why?" She spoke was a bright intensity, saying, "Starting when I was fifteen, I screwed every guy I wanted-except you. I was a slut, but I suspect I wasn't as promiscuous as most people thought. It wasn't drugs, although I've tried grass and coke. It was the pure enjoyment of sex, and more. Sex is more mental than physical, isn't it?" I nodded. She sat her wine glass on the coffee table and scooted toward me to sit cross legged with her knee touching my leg. She put a hand over one of mine. "After Brittany was born, something was different. I still love sex, but I realized I had sex with many men but not made love to any of them. There is a hollowness inside me a cock can't fill. So, I decided to quit screwing around and I haven't had sex in a year and a half. I'm waiting until I meet a man I think will fulfill all of me. Are you fulfilled by the women you're with?" I pulled away and she blushed with embarrassment. "Look, it's getting late," I said. She nodded without looking at me. When she did look up, tears filled her eyes. "I might as well put my foot all the way in my mouth. I came her to enter the contest." I looked befuddled and she half-smiled with embarrassment. "You know. The 'become Mrs. Richard Warren' contest." "You don't know me that well." "I think I do." "You don't." "I'd like to...if you'd give me the chance." "It won't work," I said. "Why?" "For one thing, I'm old enough to be your father." "You're young enough to be my lover and father to my children. All of them. I've seen you in action with Beth and Ginny, so I know you're an excellent father." She smiled with passion. "And I suspect you're an excellent lover." "Let's find out," I said. "To substitute fucking for feeling?" "What difference does it make?" I replied with exasperation. "All the difference in the world." She stroked my face lovingly. "I want you. I'm wet thinking of being under you. So, if you want to fuck me, I won't say no. But, Rick, I've got so much more inside me just waiting for the right man to let it out." "I want to fuck you," I said. "All right," she replied, but her eyes asked a question. Oh, hell. What did I want? That was the question and I didn't know the answer. I damn sure knew I didn't want to think about it. I leaned toward her and our lips met. The kiss was hot enough to make my cock twitch and loving enough to twang my heart strings. We kissed again and again before I slowly lay back and pulled her on top of me. She squirmed between me and the couch-back, and took a deep breath. "I like your smell," she whispered. "And the way you kiss." She ran her hand over my chest and down my leg, carefully missing my erection. "And the way you feel." I kissed her as the tips of her fingers lay softly on my cheek. She snuggled against me with her head nestled in the crook of my neck. I liked her smell and her kiss, too, and the feel of her body on mine, and the warmth of her breath on my neck. I cupped her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze before finding the snaps to her shirt. I popped open the top one and the one below it. She pushed away slightly to give me access to the other snaps. She watched me with big, blue eyes as I popped open the last snap and pulled her shirt free. I unfastened her bra, kissed her again, and pulled her back against me. Our kissing was sweet and loving. Even my gentle caresses of her breast were for intimacy and not sex. I closed my eyes to fall in and out of sleep. As I slept, I dreamed. And as I dreamed, conflicting images tormented my mind. When I looked at my watch, two hours had passed and Tiffany was sound asleep beside me. I gently shook her. She took a deep breath and raised her head. I kissed her lovingly. "It's time for you to go home," I said. "Don't you want me to stay?" she murmured. "Yes, but not tonight," I replied. "Will I see you again?" "Of course. I promise I'll call you." "Thank God. I was afraid I'd blown it." I slept alone that night and the dreams continued. Dreams of sex and women and falling and tight situations. Dreams of Barbara as she was when we first met and fell into bed, when she was pregnant, and when we slipped away for a vacation, just the two of us. Dreams of times gone by. The next morning, a sexual demon burst from within me. Compulsively, I called every woman I knew and asked them to have sex. I approached women I hadn't met, but who appealed to me when I saw them. I even saw a young woman on the street and offered her a thousand dollars to go to bed with me. She slapped me. I raised the offer to two thousand and she agreed. She wasn't worth it. For three weeks, I was a sex machine, getting laid on an average of twice a day. Barbara called every day. She wouldn't take no for an answer. And during those three weeks, I received twenty-one letters from Tiffany. Some were only a greeting courtesy of Hallmark. Some were short notes. But four were long, handwritten letters, which included pictures of her and Brittany. Truthful letters. Soulful, insightful letters. I called her after each of those. We met for lunch or a quiet dinner somewhere and we talked. We talked the way Barbara and I talked when we began-long talks full of hopes and dreams and laughter. The final divorce decree came from the court. I had sold the beach house, the power boat, my gun collection, and the fine art pieces we'd acquired, and I'd cashed out my savings, but I still had the house and the capital in my law partnership. I wrote a check, called Barbara, and agreed to meet at her office to finalize the divorce. When I arrived, Barbara was different. She looked more relaxed and comfortable. And she looked openly sexual, with her clothes slightly tighter and shorter, and her eyes more demanding and direct. After our business was complete, she said, "Please come over tonight. It'll be like old times. We can have dinner and talk before we go to bed." "Why?" "I love you and I want you back," she said as frustration bubbled from her. "I'll admit it. I screwed up, and I'm sorry I did." I couldn't help but smile. "Give me another chance." I shook my head. She put her arms around my waist and stared up at me with tears in her eyes. "We have twenty-three years of love and memories and two kids together. Don't throw that away. Don't throw me away. Please." "Will you screw around?" I asked. "Never again. I promise. I'll be faithful, if that's what you want," she said emphatically. She lied. I knew it at once and my guts roiled. "I'll think about it," I said. "Thanks, Rick," she said. She laid her head on my chest and held on for dear life. I put my arms around her. "I've got an ISO ready to break and I'm going to New York in a few days. I'll call you when I get back," I said. She kissed me goodbye. I left her standing there behind her desk, walked down the long hall to the reception room, through it, and into the outer hall. I took a deep breath and punched the elevator button. After the elevator deposited me on the ground floor, I walked out of the building and into March's crisp air. I turned toward the sun and raised my face to let its rays shine upon me. I wanted to scream, "I'm free. Thank God, I'm free," but I was afraid the cop on the corner would take me in. I returned to my office and called Tiffany. I told her I was going to be out of town for a week or two and not to worry or call me. When I disconnected, I buried myself in my work. For the next two weeks, every daytime hour was spent on exhausting legal work. Every nighttime hour was spent thinking or dreaming about my life and women and children and love. Barbara was right. We had shared and built memories that would never be erased, but those times were in the past and better left there. I called Barbara and told her it was over for good. She was crying when I disconnected. It was time to build new memories. I called Tiffany. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" she said brightly. "I want to see you." "I'm leaving for class and after that, I've got to go to work." When I didn't reply, she said, "Tell me to call in sick and I will." "No. Let's have dinner tonight instead. We'll go to Pappas for seafood, so dress casually." "What time?" she asked happily. When I arrived at her parents' house to pick her up, she bounced out of the door and ran down the sidewalk before I could get out of the car. Under an open, mid-calf length London Fog foul-weather coat, she wore a Royal-Stewart-plaid skirt that came to her knees, and a navy-blue, fitted V-neck cardigan with two of its four buttons undone. She opened the passenger door, hopped in, and leaned over to be kissed, which I did, and, when I did, I tingled. "You're beautiful," I said. "Thank you. I'm glad you called," she said. "Did you have any doubt?" I asked as I pulled away from the curb. "Yes, I did," she replied softly. We lapsed into silence with me seeming to concentrate on driving and her sitting in the passenger seat with her back against the door as she watched me. We were almost to the restaurant when I said, "I'm not sure what I want, Tiffany, so I won't make a commitment. Not now anyway." "I understand, Rick." "But I do want to spend more time with you." "I'd like that." "And I want to go to bed with you." "Me, too." The light changed to red and I stopped. Her eyes were hot and wild when I looked at her. In a flash, she flipped up her skirt, raised her hips, and slipped her red bikini panties down her legs. She crumbled them, held them to her nose, and then to my nose. I took a deep breath and her smell filled my senses. "Take me to your bed and fuck me, Rick. Now. Please." A car horn blared behind us. I turned left and headed toward home. I turned into my driveway, put the car in the garage, and pushed the remote to lower the door. When I opened the back door, Tiffany slipped in ahead of me, spun into me, and threw her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her as we kissed and her hands slid down me to struggle with my trousers' belt. Her hands shook as she jerked my belt buckle free, undid my trouser button, and unzipped me. She pulled me with her as she backed up to the kitchen table. When she reached it, she yanked down my boxers, sat on the table, raised her skirt above her waist, and lay back. Her cardigan was unbuttoned. Her London-fog was crumpled under her. And her face was on fire. "Put it in me. Hurry, Rick. Please hurry. That's it. Yes. Oh, God, yes." Her hips thrust up and my cock slid past her lower lips and into the warm wet heat of her pussy. Her breath came in short bursts. "That's it. Yes. Give me all of it. All. Now. God, you feel so good. I knew you would. I always knew. And I've wanted you. I've wanted you so much. So much. And now here I am with your cock in me. Your body on me." Her pussy muscles played on my cock as she matched me stroke for stroke with her arms were around my neck. "Oh, Rick. You're so good. So good to me. On me. In me. Oh, God, I'm going to cum." She drove her elbows into the table as her back arched and her legs clasped my sides. I felt my ass twitch and my cock swell. "Oh, baby, your hot cum's burning into me." I stopped with my cock wedged in her and enjoyed the feeling of being with her and in her. As she rested in her afterglow, her diffused gaze was filled with love and passion, her hands softly stroking my back. When my softened cock slipped from her, I undressed before I pulled her to her feet. I slid the London Fog and her sweater off her shoulders. She unfastened her skirt and it fell away. I picked her up in my arms, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. She squirmed to her knees and said, "I want to be on top this time." I lay back and she swung her leg over mine to nestle her pussy against my cock. With elbows locked, she braced herself above me to stare down into my face. I felt my cum ooze out of her and onto me. Suddenly, she stopped moving and her expression changed. She was serious. She sat back and her pussy lips spread to wrap around the head of my soft cock. She lifted her hair up and over her head. As she leaned forward again, it fell around us like a shimmering curtain, creating a little world for just us two. "I want you, Rick. Only you. Every day, every way, for the rest of my life. I love you. I. Love. You." "I love you, too," I said. I pulled her down and kissed her, kissed her long and hard as my hands roamed her passionately and possessively. I felt her melt into me. I knew this was the way two should be - as one. The good old times had just begun. The End Please! Give me your comments at [email protected]

The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sites. My works can be found at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/E.Z.Riter or at www.storiesonline.net Copyright April 1998 and August 2000 by E. Z. Riter. E-mail address: [email protected] Please! Give me your comments! Dear Reader, This is a significant rewrite of a story originally posted in April 1998. WARNING: Story Codes: humiliation, nonconsensual, pregnancy, adultery, and interracial. If you don't like that sort of thing, why don't you try some of my lighter works. Thanks to Ruthie for editing and for story line suggestions. E.Z. BABY Mandy and I started dating in the seventh grade. She's the only woman I've dated and I've always thought I was the luckiest man alive to have her. Why she picked me, I'll never know. I'm an average man at five eight and one hundred forty pounds. Mandy's small, only five feet tall and one hundred five pounds. I'm average in appearance, too, but her appearance is far above average. She's beautiful with a delightful feminine figure. When we married before our freshman year in college, we were virgins eager to begin our lives together. Our first sex was on our wedding night. My hands trembled as I unrolled a condom while Mandy smiled sweetly up at me from our wedding bed. "Don't use it, Sammy. Please," she whispered. "You might get pregnant." She wrapped her hand around my unprotected cock and pulled me toward her. "I want to be pregnant. You know that." "But we're just starting out." "Let's start by letting nature take its course. Make love to me where I can feel you, not a condom, Sammy." From that first night or maybe the night after, Julie was created. She was born nine months to the day after we wed. Our second child was another girl, who we named Jenny. She was born when we were juniors. We struggled through college as we both worked and went to school. I graduated on schedule and went to work for a big company as an accountant. A year later, Mandy graduated and started teaching second grade. Neither Mandy nor I are leaders. We're both content being followers, which reflects our passive personalities. Our peaceful life style reflects that, too. We worked hard, saved, played, loved our children, and enjoyed what Americans call the good life. Ours was a placid marriage. The one major disagreement was the number of children. She wanted five, but I insisted we stop at two, which is one of the few times I stood up to her. Mandy was never happy with that decision. It was the only bitter point between us. In marriages like ours, money's an issue because it's in short supply, but Mandy wasn't a woman who longed after wealth. She wanted more children. I was the one who longed for a more financially successful life. Julie was fifteen and Jenny almost fourteen when Mandy and I went with friends to Las Vegas. We had a wonderful time, and I won $30,000 gambling. I thought I'd found a way to ease the money problems and give us a better life. I didn't know I'd sown the seeds of our destruction. Gambling's a terrible, uncontrollable addiction in some people. I was one of those. I gambled on everything I could find: football, basketball, horses, numbers. After we returned from Vegas, I won a little, but then the losses came in waves. I increased the amount I gambled because I knew my luck would change. And it did change - for the worse. In six months, I lost our savings, the kids' college funds, everything. And I lost even more as my bookie gave me credit. Mandy knew nothing about it. "Sam Johnson, get your ass over here straight from work! Don't mess with me, boy!" the horrifying voice on the phone said. The sweat oozed from my face as his violent disconnection rang in my ears. I was $20,000 in debt to my bookmaker and not a dime to my name. They'd been trying to collect for a month. My time was up. I went to the bathroom and threw up. I shook uncontrollably and my clothes were soaked in sweat as I entered the store front office. The bookie grabbed my arm, dragged me out the back door, and shoved me into a large van, which had been modified to allow a person to stand. Someone picked me up like a child and jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees. I looked up at one of the biggest men I'd ever seen. "I'm David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I understand you won't pay your bills." "Look, I . . . " He moved quickly, like a tiger leaping on its prey and I was the lamb he was devouring. His massive left hand crushed the back of my neck and lifted me several inches in the air. His fingers were so long and strong they held my jaw shut. And his right hand grabbed my cock and balls. I felt him began to squeeze as I stared into the coldest, most evil black eyes in the world. I whimpered, and tears fell down my face. The pain in my balls was unbearable. He dropped me. I fell to the floor sobbing. "I want my money now." "I don't have it." "But you have a way to earn it." "How? Tell me how?" "You have a wife and daughters, don't you?" "No," I gasped. "Janet, stand! Look at her, Sam!" he commanded. A petite white woman stood in the corner of the van. She was naked. She had massive breasts and a sad, frightened face that looked sixty although her body looked much younger. "Tell him your story, Janet!" "I was a sales rep, but I got addicted to gambling. I'm paying off my debt by being a whore for Mr. White." "Come suck my cock, Janet!" She scurried to him, quickly kneeling and fishing his cock from his trousers. It was massive, easily the biggest I had ever seen, but it was proportionate to the rest of him. Mr. White was probably six six and two hundred fifty pounds. Janet sucked the cock head, but his hand on the back of her head forced it into her mouth. "Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock. Tomorrow night I'm coming to your house. I'll leave with my money or I'll leave with your wife and daughters. They'll do what Janet's doing until I have my money!" "No. Please. Have mercy," I whimpered. "I've no mercy for you, boy. Your wife and daughters'll be my whores until they earn back my money. Now, come here! You need to learn what sucking my cock's like since you're forcing your wife and daughters to do it." He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. I felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried. His huge cock barely fit in my mouth. He didn't care about that. He jammed it in and out. When I put my hands up in protest, he whipped his cock across my face like a hard slap. When he came, he pulled out to cover my face in his sticky goo. He shoved me out of the way. I was too terrified to even wipe his dripping cum from my cheeks. Janet scurried between his legs again to clean his cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping, as I felt his cum drying on my face. "Tomorrow night. Don't try to run or hide or call the police. It'll only make me mad! Now get out." It was late when I got home. I'd cleaned up at a service station, then stopped at a bar for liquid courage. Mandy was asleep when I got home. I sneaked in the shower before I crawled in our bed, wondering if she'd ever be there next to me again. I couldn't sleep. My mind, body, and soul were paralyzed by fear: fear of what I'd done, fear of what would happen to my family as a result. I left early for work the next morning before Mandy awakened. That night, I got home for dinner about seven. She was at the kitchen table, grading papers. "Sam, are you all right? You've been acting funny lately. Is something wrong?" "No. Everything's fine." I heard the front door open. "Who's that, I wonder?" she said as she disappeared into the living room. "WHO . . . " I heard her say. I wet myself, sitting in my own pea, paralyzed with fear. Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his arms like a baby, except her mouth was taped shut and her arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I'd never seen her before, shaking uncontrollably, her face ashen and sweating. His associate pointed a gun at me as Mr. White ordered me to sit and cuffed my hands behind me. He put Mandy in the chair next to me. She was sobbing, making a sound like a dying dove. "If you can be quiet, I'll remove the gag," Mr. White said to Mandy. She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said nothing. "My name is Mr. White. Has your husband explained your problem?" She stared at me with questioning eyes before she shook her head no. He told her my whole gambling history. He knew I'd maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan for my addiction. Mandy said nothing. Her eyes flitted back and forth between us. I could tell she couldn't believe what I'd done, and the loss and danger it put her in. She was in shock from it. "What are you going to do to us, Mr. White?" she asked, the hysteria in her voice barely controlled. "You and your daughters'll come with me, Mandy. You'll be my whores, fucking men for money until I've recovered what I'm owed." Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become hysterical. I certainly expected it. We both were surprised. As if someone filled an empty bag with iron, Mandy appeared bigger and sat more erect. A determined expression grew on her face. She held his cold, dead eyes with her own, never blinking or looking away. When she spoke, her voice was calm, sincere and confident, not threatening, but not submissive. "Mr. White, I'm a lot of things. I'm Sam's wife and a teacher and a woman. I'll be your whore, too, the best one'll you have and I'll earn all your money back for you. I promise. But you must understand me, most importantly I'm a mother." Mandy stopped and for seconds they stared at each other. "Do you understand? I'm a mother . . . and if you or anyone else touches my daughters, I'll kill you." Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut like a steel trap. Mandy stood, walked to him, and turned her back. "Please remove the handcuffs. You've nothing to fear from me unless you harm my daughters." He was stunned and her actions defused his natural proclivity to harm. He gave a sharp, hard laugh, removed the cuffs, spun her around, and jammed her to her knees between his legs. A knife appeared in his hand and he pressed it to her throat. A tiny movement by either of them would pierce her throat with the knife point. She never quivered or moved or took her eyes from his. Somewhere in those long minutes as they stared at each other, they reached an unspoken agreement. He smiled at her as he put away the knife. It was a soft, gentle smile, like a man gives his lover. "Mandy, please show me your house," he said with sincere politeness. "Certainly. Mr. White, may I call you by your first name?" "Call me by the nick name my family uses. Since I was the last born, they call me Baby." Mandy showed him the house, giving him the in depth tour as if she were showing our preacher her homey treasures. She seemed happy and positive, telling him our history, pointing out the pictures in the hall that recorded when this thing occurred or that thing happened. She stopped in each girl's room, spending a long time talking about her beloved daughters. I could see that she enchanted him. When he took her hand in his, she squeezed his in return, giving him a warm and friendly smile. "Coffee?" she asked when we returned to the kitchen. "Yes, thank you, Mandy," Baby answered. "Baby, you can understand why I'm so protective of my girls, why I said what I did." "You're an unusual woman, Mandy. I know you honestly meant it when you said you'd become a whore for me, and when you said you'd kill me. You really love your children, don't you?" "Yes. I love them deeply, but I understand your position, too, Baby. That's why I'll cooperate with you to the fullest, doing whatever you wish for me to do. I'll make every effort to get your money back." She handed him the coffee and guided us all to the den. She sat on the couch opposite him. No one spoke as the two of them worked through their own private thoughts, their eyes never leaving each other. "Mandy, can you still bear children?" Her body language became extremely intense as her eyes slammed into me before returning to him. "Yes. Why?" The silence was killing me. I knew why. We all knew why! My God, was she really considering it? "I'll forget Sam's debt if you'll have my child." I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr. White could tell, too. Mandy wasn't ready to say it, not verbally anyway. "Why would you want that?" "I want children. Finding a woman to bear one is easy. Finding a woman I can trust to love and nurture them is difficult in my world, Mandy." "Babies are a big responsibility. Babies need love and tenderness . . . " He laughed. He threw back his giant head and laughed. She had a sheepish, crooked grin, like a kid who'd been caught stealing candy. "What do you want, Mandy? Just tell me. We both know you'd love and care for a child more than other woman would, no matter who the father was, no matter the circumstances of the birth." She walked to him, took his huge hands and put them on her waist. She took his giant face in her hands and gently held it to look at her. Again, there was a long silence as they communicated nonverbally. That silence was painful for me. She leaned down slowly to kiss him softly on the lips. "I'd like having your child, Baby. I know you'll be a good father and never hurt me or any of my children." She pushed him back into the couch with her body as she kissed him long and hard. Slowly his arms folded around her in a lover's embrace. This giant, this criminal who hurt people for a living, asked my wife if he could impregnate her, putting his black seed in her belly to make it grow with child. She rewarded him with a passionate kiss. "Baby, I'm not on the pill. Would you like to start now?" "I'd like that very much," he replied with such softness and feeling in his voice even I was touched. She took his hand, leading him toward the bedroom, then she stopped. "Is it all right with you if Sam watches us?" What was that expression on her face as she looked back at me? Not hatred. Not happiness. I knew it made me feel small because that look expressed that I was making her fuck someone else and she resented it greatly. "Come on, Sam," Baby said, not even looking at me. He had eyes only for Mandy. I followed them into the master bedroom, the bedroom that had been hers and mine exclusively. Baby's henchman shoved me in a chair and stood by me, his hand on my shoulder. Mandy looked at us. "Baby, Sam won't cause a problem. Would you please ask your friend to leave?" "Here, Junior," Baby said handing him a revolver. "Why don't you watch TV?" "Sure, boss," the man replied. In a moment, I heard the TV start in the den. Baby took off his coat and sat on the edge of the bed. Mandy kissed him again before she began unbuttoning his shirt. She didn't look at me as she slipped the shirt off his massive shoulders. Her fingers slid across his torso lovingly before she sucked his nipples. She slipped to her knees to untie his shoes. "Stand up so I can take off your trousers," she said to him. She undid his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. She looked up at him with a sensual grin as she yanked down his boxers. That giant black cock that only last night spilled his seed on me jumped into her face. "Oh, my God, Baby. I can't take that!" "Yes, you can. I wouldn't hurt you." "I know you wouldn't, Baby, but he would. I'll bet you don't get many complaints about being too small." "None so far," he laughed. Mandy turned to look at me. Her small fingers daintily held his hard cock near her face. "Have you ever seen a cock this big?" she asked. I didn't respond. "Answer me," she snapped. "No, I haven't." "What would you estimate, Sam? Is it twice as big as yours? Three times? Or more?" "I don't know," I mumbled as I stared at my wife unable to tear my eyes away from her. I'd never seen the anger and, yes, hatred in her that I saw at that moment. "They say that once a woman's had a big cock like this one that she can't even feel a tiny little thing like you have, and that your little boy's cock won't ever bring her pleasure. Do you think that's true, Sam?" "I don't know," I whispered as I trembled in abject humiliation. "We're going to find out, aren't we?" she said, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness. She turned back toward him as her hand lovingly caressed his shaft. She kissed the opening. "What's his name?" she asked Baby. "What?" "Your cock. I thought all men named their cocks." "I haven't named him. Would you like to do it?" "Yes, but I need him in me first. I need to see how he feels so the name'll fit. May I suck him?" His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock. Mandy always enjoyed sucking cock although she'd never initiate it. Now she valiantly worked on the shiny black helmet head of a monster as big as her fist. Quickly, it was coated in her saliva, which hung in ropes of spittle as she moved back and forth on it. She was doing a yeoman's job, but her jaws quickly tired. Baby could tell and pulled his cock from her mouth. "I'm sorry, Baby. I'll do better next time," she murmured. He lifted her as if she were a child to kiss her softly on the lips. "Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your delicious pussy around my cock." As he quickly undressed her, she never acted shy or embarrassed. She stood proudly before him, displaying her body, letting his giant hands roam the lush territory that'd been exclusively mine. "Do you have any K-Y?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you." "I won't need it. I'm dripping wet for you, Baby," she replied sultrily. She lay back. When he crawled between her legs, the bed groaned with his weight. "Let me show you the easy way," he said. Gently, he pulled her legs up with her knees outside her breasts. He brought her elbows inside her knees to leverage them apart. He guided her hands to her pussy lips, which she held open for him as he put the head of his cock against her. "Oh, Baby, I've never had a cock this big," she whimpered as he slowly pressured to push his monster in her tight wetness. There was no question he would fit. Her juices poured down her leg, her pussy glistened from her own wetness. He worked slowly, letting her become accustomed to him until his cock head rested against her cervix. She was moaning, squirming in obvious delight at being so full. Her ass and hips were in constant motion as her body struggled to accommodate the giant cock buried in her. When she finally relaxed, the tension flowed from her only to reappear as desire. "Fuck me good, Baby," she murmured in his ear. Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming under the masterful, well controlled fucking from his monster cock, Mandy orgasmed as she never had with me. It was a strange feeling seeing him fuck her, seeing him bring her joy and orgasms like nothing I'd ever given her. I wondered if she'd ever enjoy me again. I felt happiness for her at being so well pleased, but I felt my own sorrow - my own deep and real sorrow - at having caused this mess. I was the second best man in my wife's bed. I had no one to blame but myself. While I felt a deep loss, I must admit, seeing another man fuck my wife had been a wild and deeply buried fantasy of mine. I was hard from watching because she was getting a royal fucking from someone else, as I'd fantasized. His control was magnificent. Mandy orgasmed time after time. When he saw she was mentally and physically exhausted from the pounding of the past thirty-five minutes, he let himself come and roared like a banshee when he did. She loved every stroke because he gave her the best fuck of her life. She held him tightly, arms and legs around him, spasming in one last, long orgasm, not letting him pull out, as she let his black seed ravish her body searching for her delicate white eggs. He braced himself on his arms so his weight wouldn't crush her as he softened in her, but she pulled him down on her. Her face was toward me when she bore his full weight. She radiated bliss. "Don't go," she whispered as he pulled out of her. He kissed her gently and said, "I'll be back." She giggled as her hand stroked his face. "See that you do. Even a big stud needs to fuck more than once to make sure the woman's pregnant. We'll need to do this every night until I'm sure I'm carrying your child." She kissed him hungrily before letting him pull away from him. When she looked at me, it was with disdain. "Wait, Baby," she said as he started to wipe his cock on the bed sheets. "Let Sam clean you up." Baby laughed. "He tasted my cock last night." "Oh? He did? Did you like a cock in your mouth, Sam?" she asked. "No," I murmured. "Well, I didn't get to see it. Do it again," she hissed. "I need to go," Baby said as he wiped his cock. "You can clean Baby next time," Mandy replied. "But you can clean me now, Sam. I'm not going anywhere." When I hesitated, Baby said menacingly, "You heard the lady." I fell between her spread legs facing her huge and bloated pussy. White liquid oozed down her ass cheek. As I began to lick Baby's cum from my wife's pussy, I wondered how many nights he'd fuck her before she was carrying his child. "There's so much in me, Sam," Mandy said. "He must have shot a quart. Suck it all out, honey." The word "honey" was like an icicle thrust in my manhood. As I sucked his cum out of her, Baby released the handcuffs. In moments, I heard the door shut, but I didn't get up then. Mandy's hand on the back of my head held me in place. When she released me, I left to lock the front door. Mandy was asleep when I got in the bedroom. Without a word, I lay down without touching her. When I awakened in the morning, she was gone. I found her in the kitchen drinking coffee. Her face was hard and cold. "We need to talk." "All right, Mandy." "Baby'll honor his commitment. He'll forgive your debt and not hurt any of us. I'll honor my commitment, too, Sam. I'll bear his black baby. I'll raise that child with all the love and caring any child ever had. The question is, will you? Because if you won't love this child as your own, I want a divorce. I wouldn't let you hurt a child any more than I'd let him." "Mandy, I never want a divorce." "That's not the question! Will you accept Baby's black child, the child I'll bear, as your own and love it unconditionally?" "Yes. I will. Please, Mandy . . . " "I'm going to take over the finances, Sam. I want your credit cards and your checkbook. From now on, you'll give me your paycheck and I'll give you an allowance. And I want that damn sports car you bought to be sold by tomorrow night." "I'll need some kind of car to get to work." "Take the bus. Do you owe any other bookmakers?" "No." "That's something positive at least. You need to get help for your gambling, Sam. I insist on it." "I will." "That's not good enough. I'll call Gamblers' Anonymous and you'll start immediately. I'll find a psychologist for you, too. Our insurance'll pay for it. If you miss a meeting or a session with the psychologist, I'll leave you, Sam. I mean it." "Please, don't leave me. I can't imagine life without you. I love you so much." For the first time since she'd met Baby, her expression toward me softened. She smiled and tousled my hair. "I know you do. I'll spend the rest of my life with you, but I couldn't stand another incident like this. I might not be able to seduce the next bookie into letting my daughters go unharmed." She kissed me. "His cock's so big that I'm sore. Until I get used to him, we won't be able to have sex and when we do, you'll have to wear a condom until I'm carrying his child. I'll let you know when I want sex with you again, so don't ask about it." "Do you still love me?" I asked. "Yes, I love you, you stupid, stupid man. I love you even after you did this to us." "You loved it, didn't you? You loved him fucking you." She didn't look at me as she stood to leave. "I asked you a question, Mandy." She looked at me. It was neither a hurtful nor loving look. It was a look of exasperation. "I heard you, Sam. I'm not going to answer it. Don't ask it again." When Baby returned the next evening, I meekly followed them into the bedroom. "No, Sam. I'll tell you when I want you to watch us having sex. Right now, I want you to go away. Tonight's private and just between us." It was a long time before I saw the two of them together again. They always made love in our bed. Sometimes he left early, sometimes he stayed until the wee hours. I could hear them talking between sex those nights when they fucked more than once. When the sex was over, he went home. That second night he fucked her, I stayed on the couch after he left. Mandy came to me. "Sam, I'm your wife. You need to be in our bed with me. Come on." After I was laying beside her, she said, "Always come to bed as soon as he leaves, Sam. This is your place. You should be in it." I lay in the spot hot from their bodies, wet with their sweat and juices, as my wife, exhausted from fucking with another man, curled against me to peacefully sleep. His smell filled my nose. His cum dripped out of her pussy onto my leg. Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the lake with friends. In the den, Mandy fully explained what was happening in our lives. "Mother, you mean a black man's impregnating you? We'll have a black brother or sister? And we can't go to college because Dad gambled away all our money?" "Honey, it's a sickness. We need to forgive him. I know forgiveness'll be hard to do, but we must try." It was a heated and unpleasant family discussion, which Mandy wound down after checking her watch. "Baby'll be here shortly. I want all of you to be nice to him. We'll visit a few minutes before I take him in the bedroom. He'll be here every night until I'm pregnant." Our daughters were stunned, cold and unspeaking, when Mandy introduced Baby to them. When they immediately moped off to bed, Mandy said firmly, "Leave your bedroom doors open." And Mandy left the door to our bedroom open when she led Baby there. Mandy'd never been vocal when we made love. She murmured and cooed, but never screamed. That night, she screamed. Our daughters and I could hear her begging him to fuck her, telling him how big his cock was, and how much she enjoyed him fucking her. When she screamed she'd never had a real man before, we heard Baby telling her to shut up. How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear their mother tell another man he could fuck better than I could. But that's what she wanted. My humiliation. It was my punishment from her. But it was the last time she intentionally humiliated me. Maybe she thought I'd had enough. The next three months were surrealistic. Baby arrived every night to fuck Mandy. Many times he joined us for dinner, sometimes even bringing Chinese food or pizza as his contribution. He offered to take her out for dinner and dancing. For a date, he said laughingly. She always refused, restricting their time together to our house. Once, I started to leave before he arrived. Mandy stopped me. "I'm fucking him because of you, Sam. You need to be here while I do it." I always was. No one ever made a scene. Interestingly, Julie and Jenny came to like him. He acted like a father to them, giving them lectures about the dangers of men and drugs, buying them clothes and jewelry. He was a positive influence, replacing that influence I lost when he appeared in our lives. He was a part of our family now, like a rich, black uncle who came to dinner and stayed to fuck the lady of the house. Even I began to enjoy his presence. He was an interesting man in many ways and different from any other friend I had. Friend. Huh! That's what he became in some weird way. In three months, Mandy was pregnant. She made the announcement one evening at dinner at we ate a prime rib she'd lovingly prepared. Baby beamed with pride. The girls were actually excited about it, asking questions, giggling, talking. The girls felt no fear from him. He'd never been anything but polite and kind to them. After those first moments, Mandy never feared him, or, if she had, she hid it so well neither Baby nor I recognized it. After dinner, when Baby took Mandy's hand to lead her to bed, she stopped him. "I need to be Sam's wife again for a while, Baby." "Leave that sorry bastard and come be with me. You and Julie and Jenny can be my family." "No, Baby. That wasn't our deal. You're part of my family, but Sam's my husband." "Dammit, I love you!" She threw herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around his massive neck, holding on like a little white barnacle on a black battleship. "I love you, too, and in a very special way, but I love Sam as well and I won't leave him." "I'll kill the bastard! I'll do it!" When he reached in his coat to pull out a gun, Mandy grabbed his hand. "Put it away, Baby. Please. For me," she said softly, her eyes holding and dominating this giant man. She led him from the table, talking to him as they went toward the door. "Mother, maybe you should leave Dad for Baby. He seems to be the man in the family," Julie said. Baby spun. In an instant, he grabbed Julie under the arms and yanked her up, holding her in midair. She wet the floor as those cold, dead eyes of his made her squirm in his grasp. "Julie, you've no idea how hard this is for all three of us. You've no concept of what we're going through. I pray you're half the woman your mother is. She has two men desperately in love with her!" He lowered Julie until her toes were on the floor, but he supported her weight. She squirmed trying to get down. "If you ever speak ill of him again, I'll spank you until your lily white bottom's bright red. Apologize to your father!" He dropped her and she fell backwards before getting her balance. "Sorry, daddy," she whispered, but her eyes never left him. From that night on, Baby came to our home once or twice a week, bearing gifts for Mandy and the girls, having dinner, and visiting. He wouldn't fuck Mandy, but she'd warmly and happily kiss him goodbye at the door when he left. And Mandy was talking to Baby regularly, keeping him informed of her condition. In her sixth month, she had her parents and mine over for dinner. She explained she was having a black baby and how the circumstances came to be. Mandy's father was a racist. He screamed at me for doing this to his daughter, stormed from the room, and never spoke to me again. That's what I'd expected him to do. Both my parents were humiliated by my causing this situation and our relationship was never the same. When she was ready to deliver, Mandy called Baby on the way to the hospital using the cell phone he'd given her. There were three of us in the delivery room when a big, healthy baby boy came into the world. He was adorable, the color of coffee with light cream. Julie and Jenny, Mandy's mother, and Baby's sister and her husband joined us in the waiting room. Mandy named the baby David White Johnson. At first, Baby objected to using my name. Mandy convinced him it was better for the child since I'd be raising him. Of course, Baby was so enamored of her, she could've convinced him to take poison. Baby became part of the family again, coming over almost every night to spend several hours. He brought toys and games, so many I was afraid we'd have to add a bedroom just to hold them. Baby and his baby were an integral part of the family. It was as if Mandy had two husbands, one white, one black, who both came home to her at night. When Davy, as we called David White Johnson, was about six months old, Baby was on the floor playing with him and his giant body occupied most of the open space area. The girls were with me on the couch. Mandy was in the easy chair. We were happily visiting as a family would until Mandy spoke. "I want another child." Tension crackled as we snapped to attention. "Actually, I want two more. I want the next one to be yours, Baby. Sam, I want the last one to be yours." "We discussed having more. We decided not . . . " "You decided not! I always wanted five. I want two more and I want them just like I said. If you don't want to father one, Baby'll father both." Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Mandy and make her pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her joy at being fucked by him. She'd missed his big cock in her and we all knew it. The first time, when she was getting pregnant with Davy, she sent Baby home each night. This time, he often spent the night with her, not leaving until after breakfast the next morning. My time with her was almost eliminated. I'd been supplanted as her spouse. Mandy tried to keep me satisfied, but it was clear to everyone my satisfaction came after hers and Baby's. Something else changed. After she became pregnant the first time, Mandy no longer had sex with Baby. This time she asked to see both of us in the bedroom. She sat in a chair, holding both of our hands as she spoke. "Sam, you asked me a question one time I refused to answer. I'd like to answer it now. Yes, I like having sex with Baby. I like his cock in me. I like him fucking me. I like it a lot." She stopped, making sure I understood. "I like you fucking me, too, Sam. You and baby are different. I feel differently toward you. I like both of you fucking me. So, from now on, I'm going to have sex with both of you." She stopped again, making sure we understood what she said, giving us nonverbal communications again. "I'll tell you which of you I want to fuck me each night. I expect you to come if called, pun intended. And I don't want any complaints out of either of you." Baby started to laugh, throwing back his giant head, guffawing until tears were in his eyes. Mandy giggled, then she, too, broke out in open laughter. I was terribly hurt at first, but I knew she really loved me, even if she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly and tenderly, to reassure me. She wanted me to know I was loved by her, but so was Baby, and she'd fuck which of us she chose. I may have caused this problem, but Mandy was enjoying its outcome. She was getting the five children she always wanted. She was having two men fuck her as much as she wanted. And she knew both of those men loved her with all their heart. "Who do you want tonight?" "For the first time in my life, I want two men in my bed." There we stood like two schoolboys waiting for the principal, except we were naked and standing by her bed, watching as she gracefully and sensually undressed. Both Baby and I got hard from watching and thinking about this woman whose love we shared. She opened a bottle of petroleum jelly and lubricated her asshole, which I knew was virgin territory. She had a sexy smile as she lubricated my cock. "You boys think you can figure out how I want you?" she asked with a grin. Baby got on his back on the bed. She swung her leg across him, slowly slipping his cock deep inside her waiting pussy. She asked me to wait. I watched her face as she fucked herself on his black monster. After two orgasms, when the sheen of sweat covered her and her eyes were glazed with desire, she whispered, "Okay, Sam. Do me slowly back there." I got behind her as she bent forward, putting her cheek against Baby's chest. I saw his black hands cover her ass, spreading her ass cheeks, readying my wife for me. "Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh," she moaned as I slipped into her, feeling his cock through her thin membranes. Her asshole was tight, dry compared to her cunt, but slick with lubricant. Baby and I went slowly, both of us intent on nothing except her pleasure. Strange, isn't it? This giant black man and I both only wanted her pleasure. I could see it in his eyes as he looked at me and he could see it in mine. Baby and I shared Mandy from that point on, each of us coming to her at her direction and usually both of us sleeping in her bed at night. The second boy by Baby was named Henry Winston Johnson, after Baby's father (Henry) and grandfather (Winston, which was also Baby's middle name). He was born when Davy was seventeen months old. Samuel Arnold Johnson, Jr. was born twelve months after Hank. By that time, I was cured of my gambling. My career finally was blossoming and we were better off financially than we had ever been. Baby'd paid for Julie and Jenny's college and established trust funds for all three boys. This freed the money I made for other things, including a larger home. The new home was really designed for a wife, two husbands, and five children, which is the way we lived. Baby'd moved in after Mandy made her announcement about wanting more children and never moved out. That was our family until that day four years after Sammy's birth when Baby was shot to death in a crime related incident. During those four years, I'd come to care for and admire Baby almost as much as Mandy did. And Baby cared for me. Our common love of Mandy and her five children had made us brothers. I no longer felt humiliation or regret when he fucked her or when she curled in his lap to be held. She was a treasure I was sharing with a friend. We all attended his funeral where Mandy gave one of the eulogies, telling his family and friends of his two boys she had delivered, telling of her love for him, a love that continued in his sons. His family stared at mine, at the white man and wife with two older white daughters, and three younger boys, two black and one white, all mourning this giant, black man. It was a month before we mentioned him again, although we all thought of him every day. "Do you miss him?" She turned toward me on the bed. Staring into my eyes, she said: "Yes. I miss him. I loved him, Sam. I loved him deeply, but that never diminished my love for you. I didn't love him like I loved you. He was a good man to me and to my family. I'm sad those boys will never get to know him. I'm sad he's gone and sad he won't get to see his children grow up. Every parent deserves that right, Sam." She curled up in my arms and cried. I know Mandy loves me. She probably loves me more than I deserve. I know she loves all five children equally, which is with all her heart and mind and soul and might. And I know each Sunday she places fresh flowers on Baby's grave. The End Please! Give me your comments. E-mail address: [email protected]

DANGEROUS WOMEN By Ezra Zane If you've been through Woodburn, you know where Route 82 curves over the river coming into town and the road narrows from four to two lanes just north of the bridge over Miller's Creek. The two lanes continue until six and three-tenths miles south of town when it divides into four lanes again. The two lane section, which is within the Town Limits, is a sedate forty-five miles an hour. Since the speed limit on the four lane is seventy, some people have trouble complying with the lower speed. We in Woodburn didn't object when the American Automobile Association branded us as a speed trap. In fact, it was our idea. Chasing the speeders wore out squad cars and stretched the limits of our town police force, Chief Pat Wilson and Officers Cletus and Boyd Wilson, who were related to Pat by direct descent. I suggested to Triple A that they label us as a speed trap. It helps us uphold the law and, after all, the ultimate responsibility for upholding the law falls to me, James Henry Madison. I'm the judge. And the mayor and the postmaster. I even patrol the highway sometimes since I was once a police officer myself. I don't expect the town to supply me a squad car with its limited budget, so I supply my own-a cherry red '95 Firebird with a 350 V8, four in the four and all the speed enhancements the law allows. All right, I'll admit it. It has some the law doesn't allow unless you're the law, which I am. I did let the city buy the red lights and siren, but I don't use them much. People in Woodburn know when I'm coming. The Firebird has loud pipes and rumbles with a nice, deep bass. I was coming back from Jefferson one bright Saturday afternoon. Jefferson's south of Woodburn forty-three miles, which is twenty minutes for me and forty minutes for everyone else. I wasn't in a good mood because Hiram Abbot, the Jefferson sheriff, had whipped me in golf and taken my money. Golf's my second or third greatest passion, depending on the weather. When I clicked on the police radio to let the Wilsons know the red bullet headed their way was me, Clete came on the air. "Come in, Chief," Clete said. "Chief here. What's up, Clete?" "There's a traffic jam on 82 at the bridge." "Huh? Did you say traffic jam? "I sure did." "It can't be. We've never had a traffic jam in Woodburn." "Dad, I mean, Chief, this is Boyd. I'm south of the bridge off Main Street. I can see the problem. It's a blue Mercedes doing five miles an hour. She's on the phone." Knowing someone was driving while talking on a cell phone made me almost as mad as missing a four-foot putt on number seventeen and having to hear Hiram snicker. "This is the Judge," I broke in. "Stop her and go over the car with a fine tooth comb. Let's get every charge against her we can." "Don't we need some reason to stop her, Jimmy?" Boyd asked. "Does she have both hands on the wheel?" "No, she doesn't. Should she?" "It's the law in this state," I replied pompously. "If you say so, Judge. Okay. I'll get her." Ten minutes later, I passed the scene of the crime. Boyd had a blue Mercedes pulled over. Its driver was standing between her car and his car pleading animatedly. I did notice she was a fine looking woman about thirty-five or so wearing a white blouse, navy blue skirt, and low heels. Her black hair was wrapped smoothly on her head. The skirt fitted nicely over what appeared to be a well formed bottom. Like I said, I'm a former police officer and we're trained in observation. I was in my office about thirty minutes later when Maureen, our dispatcher, jailer, secretary, office manager, town clerk, and head of the parks department, called me on the intercom. Some people might pronounce her name "Mo'reen" or "Maw'reen." Some people might say "Mar'een." But she pronounced it "Muh reen" with the accent on the second syllable. She corrected any one who called her otherwise. "Jimmy, we've got a prisoner situation out here. You'd better come." My office door opens into the police room that serves all the basic functions including holding cell, which in Woodburn means they're handcuffed to the steel pipe in the corner. It also served as Maureen's office and she ran it with an iron hand. Maureen lives in Jefferson and worked for the former sheriff there. She was fired when he caught her in bed with his wife. Maureen's big as a semi and twice as hard, but there's something about her that turns on the ladies with a ladylike bent. Sometimes they didn't know they had that bent until Maureen bends them. As Boyd and Maureen looked at the paper work, I looked at the prisoner. Wisps of her black hair had worked free and hung around her face. Her blouse was twisted and its right tail hung outside her skirt. The skirt was askew, and pulled tightly over her thighs, which, on closer inspection, were delightful. Her calves were shapely and led to narrow ankles. The blouse billowed over her right breast and was tight over her left, which, as the ads says, was round, firm and fully packed. When she realized I was standing there, she looked up. She had beautiful brown eyes, soft and slightly frightened. She stood as gracefully as one can stand when their hands are cuffed behind them. "Young man, I insist that I see the judge," she said with authority. "It's Saturday. The judge might not be in," I replied. "But she said he was." "If he is, why would you want to see him?" "There's been a mistake, a horrible mistake made by this... this policeman (she made it sound like a dirty word). I've got rights and I insist on seeing the judge." "I'm the judge." "You deceived me." "No. You presumed I wasn't the judge. Why?" "You're... well, there's no reason." "Boyd," I said, "What are the charges?" Boyd looked guilty as hell when he handed me the tickets. There was a stack of them. "Oh, my. We've got a real criminal here," I said jocularly. "I'm no criminal. I can't believe this, this... person abused me." "Excuse me. Are you charging us with police brutality?" "That's not what I meant. I mean... oh, damn it, I was just driving through town..." "That's enough. Has he told you what the charges are?" She gave him the evil eye and Boyd quivered like a wet puppy. Boyd could stare down a bear if the bear was male. Any female made him tuck his tail and run. Fortunately, we didn't have many female criminals in Woodburn. "I count twelve separate offenses here with fines totaling..." Boyd said. "Two thousand five hundred seventy-two dollars and fifty cents, including court costs," Maureen said, completing his sentence. The woman made a sick gasping sound and slumped back into the chair. Somehow her skirt twisted again and rode higher on her legs. Her eyes begged for mercy when she looked up at me. "Judge, may I talk to you in your chambers?" "Of course," I replied. I took the handcuff keys from Boyd before guiding her into my office. She sat on the edge of the straight chair as she continued to fight the cuffs. I would have taken them off her but I was enjoying the sight of her clothes twisting around her. There is something deliciously sexy about a woman in handcuffs. And something told me the lady was having more fun than she was willing to admit. "Have you ever worn handcuffs before?" I asked. "I've never been arrested," she stammered. "That's not what I asked," I replied. She turned a bright red and shyly looked away. Those beautiful brown eyes weren't frightened now. They were apprehensive with a touch of horny. But my shit-eating grin pissed her off. "Can you take these damn things off me?" "Damn's a swear word and the fine for swearing in court is a hundred dollars. That makes..." "I don't care what it makes," she barked. "If you're throwing yourself on the mercy of the court, you're going about it the wrong way," I said. "Oh, damn, damn, damn," she said as she stamped her feet and shook her head in frustration. That did have some positive results from my point of view. Another outburst would let me see what color panties she wore. I was betting on pink. More hair escaped and when the fit was over, she blew at it, trying to get the wisp off her face. She took a deep, deep breath, which was another positive result, and loudly exhaled. "Look, my husband has plenty of money and I can pay the fines." "Do you want to call him?" She flushed. "No. I don't. Not now anyway. Judge, can I be honest?" "That would be nice." "I don't particularly want my husband to know about these tickets. He thinks I'm an inattentive driver." "Like when you're going five in a forty-five zone or like when you're on the cell phone?" "Lots of people use cell phones and..." "Do lots of people have suspended licenses, no insurance..." "Don't get smart with me," she interrupted. Her eyes were blazing. She was a fiery wench and she heated me up in more ways than one. I looked at her license to give me time to cool down. "It says here that you're Melissa Anderson Brown of Chesterville. Is that correct?" "Yes, it is, your honor." The last two words were an afterthought. "And it says you're forty-three. That can't be right." "Why, yes, it is," she said with a ladylike blush. "I'd have guessed thirty-three, thirty-five max." "Thank you, but I'm far past thirty-five. I have three children. The oldest is probably your age." "I'm twenty-nine," I replied. "Well, my oldest is twenty-five." I did some quick math. Mrs. Brown was pregnant was she was seventeen. I wondered who the lucky guy was. The door opened and a red faced Boyd whispered, "Judge? Can I see you?" I excused myself and joined him in Maureen's office. In ninety seconds, I was back. When she saw my face, she looked terrified. "Well, things have changed. It seems this is a drug bust." "What? It can't be." I held up a baggie with four joints in it. "Boyd found these under the front seat, Mrs. Brown," I said. She sagged against the seat back, but her eyes stayed on my face. The skirt inched up some more and I raised the bet with myself. "We'll need to search and book you before we talk anymore. You understand that a search is preliminary to being booked for the crimes. Then you can call your husband or your attorney." "I told you I don't want to call my husband and he is my attorney." "Mrs. Brown, because drugs are involved, I'm going to have to jail you. I'll set bail and when someone makes it, you're free to go. Of course, you'll have to be back here for your trial." "How much will the bail be?" "Five thousand dollars, but a bail-bondsman will charge you a tenth of that if you have good credit." "Do you take credit cards?" she asked. Before I could answer, she continued, "Damn. I can't do that. Phil would know." "Phil?" "My husband." She was thinking and thinking hard. As she thought, she stared at the floor, but twice she glanced up at me. I wasn't looking at the floor. I was looking at her, which was very easy on my eyes. I called Maureen on the intercom and told her to come in. In three seconds, she was standing in my office vibrating like a Peterbilt at a red light. "Maureen, we need to search and book her." Maureen leered at Mrs. Brown. When Maureen licked her lips, Mrs. Brown quivered and slid further down the seat. Damn. Red panties. I owed myself a hundred dollars. "Judge, please," Mrs. Brown whimpered. "The law requires search of a female suspect by a matron unless the suspect waives her rights and agrees to search by an officer, or unless no matron is present," I said. "If I agree to a search by an officer, who will that be?" the suspect said. "Me," I replied. I gave her a happy grin. Mrs. Brown's eyes revealed, but only for an instant, thoughts she may not want revealed, like this time when sexual acknowledgment and interest flashed. It looked like a neon sign to me. "I agree," she said. Maureen snorted and stomped out, making the floor tremble. She was back in a flash with the legal document allowing search by an officer, but during that time, Mrs. Brown's eyes met and held mine. Hers twinkled with sexual promise. You'd have to ask her what mine did. "Stand up and turn around," I said to her. I undid one of the cuffs. "Aren't you going to remove the other one?" she asked. "I'll just have to put it back on after I search you. I'm saving a step this way," I replied. Those big brown eyes held mine again as she stretched, rubbed her wrists, and straightened her clothes before sitting down and signing the agreement. Maureen stormed out again. Mrs. Brown leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. She made no effort to keep the skirt down, and those red panties under that navy skirt looked like a red flag to a bull. It was a blatant come-on, which increased what was becoming a blatant hard-on. "I've never been a criminal before. What's going to happen?" "First, the search. Then the booking. When you return for trial, you'll be found innocent or guilty. If you're guilty, punishment will be set." "If I'm guilty, what punishment did you have in mind?" "The maximum is a year in the county jail. We don't have a jail in this county, so you'd be incarcerated in Chesterville." She shivered. "Not Chesterville," she said. "I'm afraid so, but I wouldn't worry about it. Jail's probably a year away and then only if you're guilty." "I'm guilty," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "They're my joints." Damn! I hoped Boyd read her rights to her. "Maybe there's some way we can shortcut all this," she said. "Such as?" "We can go through the procedures. I'll plead guilty. You can punish me and let me go home today." I need to tell you about the words "punish me." Not the words so much but the way she said them. She tilted her pelvis, arched her back, dropped her head and looked up seductively, and was back in her original position before the next word. "What are you saying, Mrs. Brown?" I asked. "I'm sure you understand," she said. She showed a little frustration. "I'm a country boy. You need to spell it out for me." "I'm saying," she said slowly as if talking to an idiot, "that I want to keep this all between you and me, without court documents and things like that. If we can, I'll accept any punishment you want to give me." She leaned forward. I didn't remember the top two buttons of her blouse being open, but they were. I know I'd have remembered something like that. "And," she continued, "if the punishment involves sexual activities with you, I agree to them, whatever they might be. I might enjoy them as much as you do." She leaned back and crossed her legs again. Her foot flicked back and forth. "Was that clear enough?" My cock was throbbing. "Clear as a bell," I replied. Her cat eyes held me spellbound as she stood and smoothed her skirt. She arched her back slightly as she said, "Now what?" "Lean and spread 'em." "What?" "You know, like on TV when the bad guys are caught. Lean against the wall and spread your legs." "How far?" she asked seductively. "Shoulder width," is what I said. "With your knees by your ears" is what I wanted to say. She heard both. There's a mirror in my office on one wall. It comes to waist height. I had her lean against it so I could watch her face. Her eyebrow was cocked and her lip curled in a smile as she put her palms flat against it. "I don't do many searches and this is my first drug bust, so this might take awhile." "Why are you undoing my hair?" "It's a logical place to hide drugs." Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed my fingers running through her hair. It was raven black with strands of grey proving raven was her natural color. Her hair was thick and fell to her shoulders. "Do many criminals hide drugs along their spines?" she asked. "You never know," I answered as I pulled her blouse out of her skirt. She was watching me in the mirror as my hands slipped across the smooth skin of her back to unclasp her bra. I think a woman's back is an oft overlooked and stunning erogenous zone. With my thumbs on each side of her spine and hands spread widely, I worked my way up her back. She enjoyed it as much as I did. I cupped her breasts, gently squeezing, tantalizing with my nails until her eyes dilated and her hips twitched. "Ohh," she gasped as I pinched her nipples. "Find what you're looking for?" she asked sardonically. "Precious jewels. I found two diamonds." "And when do I get to see your family jewels?" "Oh, that comes later. Put your legs together." I unbuttoned the skirt and pulled the zipper. She wiggled to let me slide it down over her hips. She was smirking when I pulled down her panties and pantyhose and helped her out of them. She obviously worked out. Those legs were hard and muscled and that was a really great ass. "Spread your legs again. Wider this time." "This wide enough?" she asked. "That's fine. Now be still. I'm going to do a body cavity search." I was on her left. I slipped the index finger of my right hand up her pussy, which was dripping wet. I jammed that index finger up her backside and the left one up her frontside. "Oh, Jesus God," she stammered. "Be still. I'm checking." "I can't be still," she groaned. Both fingers were busy searching for drugs. I found a hard little button I thought might be crack, but when I tugged, it was attached. I twisted it back and forth. "Yes, Judge, oh, yes." Hips rotated and thrust, sweat oozed, breath came in short pants, but I didn't find any contraband. I stood back to look at her. "Don't stop, you bastard," she whimpered. "Contempt of court. That's another five hundred dollars, Mrs. Brown." Her eyes were wild as she faced me. "Let me tell you what contempt is," she snapped. "If you don't handcuff me, push me down over your desk and fuck me doggy style this instant, I'm going to slap the hell out of you." "My, my. Threatening an officer of the court. You're a dangerous woman, Mrs. Brown." "You don't know the half of it," she retorted. She crushed her body against mine and kissed me hard as her hips thrust against me. Her hand crushed my cock through my trousers as she stood back. "Now, be a good little judgie and punish your prisoner," she said coyly. "And you better not suffer from premature ejaculation," she snapped. I heard a click as she cuffed her hands behind her. She flopped over the desk nicely spread for my viewing enjoyment. Any police department knows that equipment is an important part of the job. In Woodburn, we don't have the budgets of the big city forces, but, fortunately, the equipment needed for this particular assignment came with the personnel at no additional cost. "Come on, Judge. Do your duty," she said as she wiggled her hips. My equipment was at attention and ready for inspection. I nudged the head against her pussy and she squirmed back to get him in her. Up and down her crack I rubbed, covering my cock in her abundant flow. It was time for Mrs. Brown to meet the short arm of the law. "Holy Jesus in heaven," she screamed. "Judge! Do you want any help?" Maureen called though the door. "Go away," I yelled. "That's it. Oh, God, yes. Yes. Harder. Oh, God, I cummminnng," she said. Or words like that. I wasn't concentrating on that part of what we were doing. I was concentrating on holding her hips so she wouldn't buck me off. I believe in doing a through job, but the time comes to finish a project. My time was coming quickly. I pushed her to the floor and jammed my cock against her lips. The poor woman must've been starved because she opened her mouth and greedily swallowed. As the ads say, good to the last drop. When I collapsed on the floor with a thunk, she squirmed over to suck my cock as it softened. "Now what?" she whispered after we both caught our breath. "You're a magnificent fuck," I said, unfastening the handcuffs. "Thank you. So are you." We staggered to our feet to redress. "I'm concerned for the safety of the people of Woodburn. Turning a dangerous woman loose on the streets may not be in the public interest," I said. "Or in your pubic interest anyway," she retorted. "What do you have in mind?" "Incarceration." "In the Chesterville jail?" "I have some place more secure. It could be used for hardened criminals." "I didn't think I was the one that was hard," she answered with a smirk. She stuffed her bra, pantyhose, and panties in her purse. "Will you accept a plea bargain?" "Of course." "How about different weekends over the course of a year?" "Starting when?" "If I can make a phone call to my sister, we can start now." I dialed the number for her. It was the least I could do. She made no attempt to conceal her conversation, but I could only hear her voice. I really needed a speaker phone. "Hi, Cindy, it's me. I'm not coming down there this weekend, but I need you to cover for me... Well, I'm sorry. You'll just have to screw both of them yourself... Of course, I'm with a man. He's twenty-nine with a great smile and a cute ass... Hold on, I'll ask him. How big's your cock, judge?" "What?" "Oh, come on. Guys measure their equipment. How big is it?" "Big enough," I said, blushing for the first time in years. "Oh, Cindy, we embarrassed him. He's even cuter when he blushes... It's more than big enough to get the job done, Cindy. I can vouch for that... Doggy style with my hands cuffed behind my back and over his desk... Maybe he'll let you try it... He's worth a visit to Woodburn. Just as for the judge... Okay, sis. Bye for now." She hung up the phone, sat down in my chair, and put her feet on the desk. "All right, Judge. I'm your prisoner until Sunday afternoon." I took her to my house. Since she admittedly enjoyed the handcuffs, we tried out some of my more sophisticated personal equipment. She couldn't decide which she liked better, her wrists tied to the headboard and her legs tied froggy-style or face down over the kitchen table with arms and legs bound to the table legs, so we did each a couple of times. We didn't fuck for the whole twenty-four hours. We actually talked, ate, cuddled, and slept some of the time. But we didn't wear any clothes and we didn't leave my house except to fuck in the backyard by the hot tub. She was gagged for that. Sounds carry a long way in the country air. We burned the evidence of her drug crime on Saturday night. I saw no need to clutter up the evidence locker. Professor Tuggles, who taught me statistics in college, always said you can't draw an accurate conclusion if the sample is too small. I realized Mrs. Brown was a sample of one, but I'd never fucked a woman with her particular parameters, so I'll have to risk making an inaccurate conclusion, which is: Raven haired forty-three year old married women with three children are sweating, squirming, moaning balls of fire with hair trigger pussies who like to fuck all weekend. If you find a woman with those parameters and don't get those results, don't blame Professor Tuggles. Or me. "I'll call you," she said as I stood by the blue Mercedes on Sunday afternoon, "but it'll probably be a month or so. I can only get away five or six times a year." "Just don't call from your cell phone," I said with a grin. She lifted her head to be kissed, which I did. "I had fun, Jimmy. See you soon," she said. I was asleep in ten minutes. ***** Two Saturdays later, except for a case of persistent horniness, all was well in my world. The temperature was pleasantly warm, not hot, and the humidity was almost perfect. More importantly, I'd beat Hiram by seven strokes and taken enough of his money to put me ahead for the year. I cruised back to Woodburn at a benign eighty miles an hour and the Firebird purred like a kitten. I was only a half mile from the point where the four lanes neck down to two when a black blur screamed past me. Any other day, I would've turned on the whirling lights and given chase, but today I let it go. That's how good a day it was. When I arrived at the city building, a black Mustang was parked in the place clearly marked as mine. I blocked it in even though there were five empty parking places. It was the principle of the thing. No one noticed me come through the door. When I saw Maureen, I understood why she didn't hear me. She was hypnotized. A woman with short curly black hair was leaning on Maureen's desk, braced on her arms. She was slowly weaving side to side. My view was of her back, which was bare except for a halter strap, and tiny shorts with two lovely cheeks peeking out the bottom. I tiptoed over to get a better view. "Where is the judge, Maureen?" the woman said in a soft, mesmerizing tone. Maureen's head was moving back and forth, following a magnificent set of breasts that were covered as little as the law allows. "Uhhh," Maureen said. "He's right here," I said. The woman jumped. "Oh, shit," Maureen yelled as she stood at attention, knocking over her desk chair in the process. I'd never seen Maureen that flustered. "At ease, Maureen," I said, carefully pronouncing her name properly. "Who are you?" I asked the little vixen. She opened her purse and handed me her drivers' license. It said Cynthia Anderson Smith. "Melissa's sister? That Cindy?" I asked. "That's right, Judge Jimmy," she said. There was a wild twinkle in her eye. It might have been there for some time. Since I hadn't been looking that high, I couldn't be sure. "What can I do for you?" I said. "I'm handling this, Judge," Maureen interrupted. Cindy turned to Maureen and said, "Let's talk later, Maureen. Right now, I have business with the judge." Maureen snorted like a bull in mating season. For a second, I was afraid she was coming across the desk. The reason I was afraid is I didn't know if she'd grab Cindy or eliminate her competition. Cindy stepped toward me, jamming her breasts into my chest and thrusting her crotch against mine, which was getting easier to do because something in mine was rapidly growing. "I understand you took advantage of my sister," she said. Damn, but her eyes were alive and sexy. "No, I didn't," I answered. "That's not what she says." She stepped back and pulled a gun from her purse. "I'm the dangerous woman in our family, Judge. This is a hostage situation. Do as you're told." It was a water gun. Maureen snickered and I laughed. "You think it's funny?" Cindy barked. She pulled the trigger. I know officers who've been shot. They say the first sensation isn't pain. It's the feeling of wetness and the smell of blood. I was wet all right, but the smell was cheap perfume. I wondered if I'd need tomato juice and vinegar to get the smell out like you did with a skunk. "Want me to shoot you again?" "Please don't. I've only got two good shirts and you've almost ruined this one." "Then do as you're told. We're getting out of here. Come on." She grabbed my elbow to propel me toward the door. "Judge, do you need help?" Maureen asked. Her voice was pleading with me. "If he does, big girl, I'll call you," Cindy replied. Cindy pushed me through the door and slammed it behind her. I heard Maureen bellow. "We're taking your car," Cindy commanded. Except for the smell emanating from my shirt, the ride to my house was short and sweet. She held the gun at my back as I unlocked the front door. "To the bedroom." she ordered. That was all right with me. The sooner we got there, the better I'd like it. "Now strip." I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough because of the smell if nothing else. She went directly to the bottom right hand drawer in my bureau, opened it, and retrieved what she wanted. Obviously, she'd cased the joint, or her sister told her where I stored the bondage stuff. "Nice cock. Lissa was right about that," she said as if to herself. To me, she said, "Attach yourself to the headboard, Judge Jimmy." She threw the restraints to me. This was the moment of decision. Did I do as she told me or rush her and try to wrestle the gun away? Had it been a real gun, the decision could mean life or death. With her water gun filled with that horrible perfume, the worst that could happen would be moving out of the house for a week or so until the smell was gone. "It'll be more fun if you pretend it's a real gun," she smirked. My hands were trembling as I closed the Velcro straps around my wrists. I attached myself to the corner posts. She tightened the arm restraints before looping a rope around my ankles and tying them to the footboard. I was stretched out in the middle of the bed like the letter "Y," but with a vertical appendage that throbbed like a boil. "Watch me, Jimmy," she said softly. One of the things I studied when I was a police officer was the ancient and honorable art of strip tease. Cindy only wore a skimpy halter top, but it took her a good five minutes to take it off. I was near tears as she finally lowered a nipple to my mouth. "Please," I whimpered. Things got hazy and ran together, which is often the result of torture. She tortured me. I'll testify in court to that. She tortured me with her mouth and her breasts and hands and that delicious body as she rubbed, licked, sucked, caressed, and tantalized me. But the most evil part of her diabolical plan was that she didn't touch my cock. Well, except once, when she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked until I felt the twinge of orgasm. "Not yet, Jimmy," she'd whispered maliciously as she squeezed the base and stopped me from cuming. This was truly a dangerous woman. That's not an excuse for what I did and I'm not proud to admit it, but I broke. "For God's sake, Cindy, I can't take any more," I screamed. "Be quiet or I'll have to muffle you," she said as she perched on my chest looking down at me. "The word's muzzle-and let me cum, you crazy bitch!" "It's muffle, which is a word meaning to gag with a muff. Like this." She covered my mouth with her pussy. It was difficult for me to talk that way, but I'd learned a new word, if nothing else. "Eat me, Jimmy. If you do a good job, I might let you cum," she said. I did more than a good job. I did a wonderful, magnificent job, which is often the case when you do something you love. And she agreed. "Oh, Jesus, Jimmy, you're one pussy eating man," she murmured as she lay gasping on me after her second orgasm. Don't you think that was particularly cruel? I mean she had two orgasms and I hadn't had any. She stroked my hair as she kissed my lips. "You don't mind if I suck your cock, do you?" she asked. "No." It was a squeak, but, as I said, I was broken and didn't sound like myself. She splayed on me with her pussy in my face and her breasts soft against my stomach. One fingernail scraped down my shaft and my cock jumped. Her hand grasped the shaft as her lips closed over the head and I whimpered. Her hand pumped as her mouth sucked and I screamed as I ejaculated the largest load I can remember. That scream might have brought people from all over Woodburn, except I was muffled. I like that word almost as much as I like being muffled. Squirming and stretching, she undid the ropes on my ankles and the Velcro on my wrists without letting my cock slip from her mouth. I was dazed, but my cock wasn't. It was hard again. She lay back, attached one of her wrists to the bed, and said, "My turn to be tied up." I bound her other wrist, but I didn't tie her legs. I trapped them under my arms as I jammed into her. "Oh, Jimmy, that feels so good. Fuck me. That's it. Come on. Harder. What are you doing? Don't pull out. Come back here, you bastard. Jimmy!" I could hear her thrashing around trying to get loose as I made a bourbon and water in the kitchen. Cindy did have a sailor's vocabulary, which she released when I appeared in the bedroom again. "My, my," I said. "You don't look so dangerous now." "When I get loose, I'm going to whip your ass," she barked. "I don't know. I'm into bondage, but not discipline." "Come on, Jimmy," she pleaded, trying a new tack. "Fuck me, please. I was good to you, wasn't I? You enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Yes, I did, and that's a fact." "Please, Jimmy. I need it." "You need to cool off," I said. I ran an ice cube from my drink down between her breasts. She squealed. When I touched her clit with it, she moaned and tried to snap her legs together. She kicked at me when I stopped her so I bound her legs heel to thigh while she screamed. About five minutes later, as I lay between her bound legs licking juices pouring from her pussy, her barks and commands became incomprehensible mumblings. "Yes, yes," I think she said when I stuck my cock in her again. Did you ever fuck a woman when you didn't want to come? Well, not immediately anyway. That's the way I was with Cindy. Of course, I'd just had an unbelievable orgasm and there may not've been anything to shoot, but the point is I wanted to enjoy her under me. Her body squirming. Her face contorting. Her urgent whispered pleas. Having her legs bound kept her from the big "O" but a lot of little "o's" drove her mad. My bed was soaked with her sweat and enough pussy juice to fill a quart bottle before I yanked the slip knots and let her legs free. She drove her heels into the mattress, lifted me into the air with her pelvis, and screamed like a banshee in heat when the big one hit. An hour later, I washed her face with a wet cloth. I was getting worried about her. She hadn't moved. I could see the headlines: Judge Jailed. Fucks woman to death. Her eyes fluttered open. "Do you want to fuck again?" she asked. "No. I'm fucked out." "Good. I'm exhausted," she replied. She nestled against my leg and went back to sleep. I looked at her for a long time. God, she was beautiful. I lay down beside her and pulled the covers over us. As I learned on Sunday over a hot plate of eggs and ham at IHOP, Cindy Smith was Melissa's half sister. She was thirty-two and the product of their father's second marriage. She liked a lot of things I did apart from the sex, which we'd already proven was our favorite subject. And, glory be, she was divorced. We spent the rest of the day in bed. When she wasn't horny, she wasn't dangerous at all. She was the most delightful woman I'd ever met. Late Sunday, she was naked on my bed when a sad expression crossed her face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I need to go, but I don't want this to end." "I can't let you go. You've kidnapped a judge. That's a felony in this state and you could get twenty years to life." "Is that a jail sentence or a marriage proposal?" she asked. She was smiling, but her eyes were serious. "I'm not sure," I replied. "Why don't you think about it? I know I will." We made love slowly and gently before she dressed and left me there alone. Maureen was quiet on Monday morning. She came into my office about ten and thudded down in the chair. "Cindy called me last night," she said. "She wanted to talk about you." "Oh? What did she say?" "She asked the questions you'd expect from a woman who met a man who took her breath away." "What did you tell her?" "That you'd be hard to tie down, but, once you were, you'd make a great husband." "Thanks, Maureen." "Well, you win a few and you lose a few. Looks like you won this one, Jimmy." Melissa called Tuesday. "Hi, Jimmy. I understand you had a great weekend." "Magnificent." "I've got three more sisters. Do you want me to tell them about you?" she said with a laugh. "Is this a test?" "Sort of." "Don't test me. I'm confused enough as it is." "Something happened, Jimmy. I've never heard Cindy like this, not even with her ex-husband. She told me if I came back to Woodburn before she says I can, she'll scratch my eyes out. Sounds like the love bug bit her badly." I knew how she felt. I didn't hear from Cindy or Melissa the rest of the week. On Friday morning, I told Hiram I didn't want to play golf on Saturday, which was the first Saturday I'd miss in a long time. I called Cindy, but got her answering machine. The message said she'd be gone until Monday. I went home for lunch Friday, ate a bologna sandwich by myself, and moped. When I got back to the office, there was a black mustang parked in front. My heart lightened and my step quickened as I bounded into Maureen's office. She grinned and waved her thumb toward my door. Cindy was sitting behind my desk looking out the window. She wore an egg shell colored blouse and navy slacks. She blushed and stood up when she saw me. "Hi. I've been thinking about you," I said. "I've thought of nothing but you," she replied. "I'm glad you're here." "I had to come back. I was afraid there was a kidnapping warrant out for my arrest," she said as her eyes twinkled softly. "I'm still thinking about your sentence." "Me, too, but I decided I can think better here than I could at home." That wild, crazy, sexy gleam came into her eyes. "I do some of my best thinking on my back," she purred. "I know just the place to think," I said, holding out my hand. When she took my hand, a flash of electricity went through me and when we kissed, someone turned up the voltage. I led her out of my office and through the police room. Maureen sighed wistfully when we walked out the door. The End

KYLE'S WIFE By Ezra Zane Jill, my wife, and I attended the annual October formal of our dance club on a Saturday night. I was dressed in a standard tuxedo with a black bow tie. Jill wore a strapless, floor length forest-green sheath formal, spilt up the left leg to mid thigh, and a long string of pearls wrapped four times around her neck with the first loop tight against her throat and the last cascading to nestle against her breasts. Her blonde hair was in a bun. Her makeup was lightly applied with a hint of green eye shadow that drew attention to her emerald green eyes. Her lipstick was cherry red, matching her nails. Jill is five five, so her four inch heels brought her to my shoulder. The dance was over at twelve thirty in the morning. As Jill and I visited with the crowd waiting for the parking valets to deliver our cars, she bubbled with excitement, giving her a sensual glow. When I eased my Mercedes from the parking lot and onto the street, Jill said, "Kyle came on to me again." "I watched you dancing with him. It looked like he was making a hard pass," I replied. "He was hard," she snickered. "Did you get it?" "Every word," she said proudly. "Do you want to hear it now?" "Yes. Put it in the cassette player." Jill opened her purse, popped the cassette in the player, and turned it on. I could hear myself, Jill, Kyle, and others, with a good deal of background noise. I heard Kyle ask Jill to dance and her acceptance. They made small talk as they worked their way to the dance floor. I watched them when they danced. He'd pulled Jill close against him. She'd rested her midsection against his, but held her head back to look into his eyes. She gave him plenty of stimulation in the crouch area. "You're so beautiful tonight," Kyle said. "Thank you, Kyle," she replied. Her voice dripped with sexiness. "A lady always loves a compliment from a sexy man." "Oh, you think I'm sexy?" "Umm. You know I do." "Quit teasing me." "Why? We're both enjoying it." "I'm not," he replied curtly. "Oh, I thought you were," she said. Her musical voice was sensual teasing. "I am, but..." he answered. "Dammit it, Jill, what's it going to take to get you in my bed?" "Why would you want me in your bed?" she asked in an innocent, little girl voice. "I wish I'd gone to high school here. I hear you were easy," he snarled. "I was," she replied without rancor. "I would've screwed you then." Her voice dropped a whisper. "Things are different now. Now I'll screw you only if you ask the right way." "How?" He was louder than he needed to be. "Tell me how, dammit it." "Why should I?" "Because I can't stop thinking about you." "Even when you're with Emily?" He sighed. "Sometimes." "Just sometimes?" she pouted. "A lot. Shit, it seems lately like I think of you every time I fuck her." "Knowing you think of me while you're with your wife makes me feel special, Kyle. Thank you for telling me." "That's how much I want you. You know that, don't that?" "Yes, I know, but I'm Paul's wife. I can tease and fantasize, but not go any further...unless." "Unless what?" he asked urgently. She didn't reply. "What?" he demanded. "Unless Paul tells me to screw you." Kyle gasped. "You're kidding me?" "No. If Paul tells me to have sex with you, I'll gladly do it." "Shit. Maybe I should just rape you." Her voice was icy, her words clipped, when she replied, "I'm glad you think I'm worth a prison term, Kyle, but I'm not. If my teasing bothers you that much, I'll stop it. Maybe we shouldn't have any contact until you cool down." "No. No. Don't do that," he begged. "Do you really want me that much?" she asked, as if she were honored by his desires. "You know I do." "And now you know what to do to have me," she said with a lilt in her voice. "Let's go outside," he pleaded. "No, Kyle. I can feel your erection against my stomach. I don't trust you to get me alone in the dark," she teased. He laughed bitterly. "I can't blame you there. I don't think I trust myself. Let's have sex without Paul knowing," he said. She didn't reply and there was a long silence. "Please, Jill," he whined. I smiled knowing how Jill despises a weak man. "I'd do anything." "I don't believe you," she said, challenging him. "Yes, I would do anything." "You don't mean it because I told you what you have to do." "I can't do that," he said dejectedly. "Why not?" she asked. "Because he'll want Emily." "Of course he will. He's wanted Emily since we were in high school. If you want me, you'll get Emily into his bed," she replied. The music stopped. I remembered she leaned against him to whisper in his ear. "I want you, but Paul will have to tell me to do it. He won't tell me to screw you unless he has fucked Emily." She kissed him gently on the cheek before she turned and walked away, leaving Kyle with his mouth hanging open. I heard the recorder click off. "Beautifully done, Jilly. Simply beautiful. You played him like a fiddle," I said to her. She basked in my approval. "Did you get anymore?" "No. I made a concerted effort to stay away from him for the rest of the evening. How did you do with Emily?" "We danced three times. The first two we made appropriate small talk and she let me hold her closely. The third time, she initiated our closeness, and when she felt my cock poking into her belly, she didn't make an effort to pull away." "I told you she wants you," Jill said triumphantly. "She's a hard nut to crack, that's all." "I'm surprised Kyle didn't ask about your corset," I said. "He did earlier. He put his arm around me when we first saw them, and asked at the first opportunity." "What did you tell him?" "That I liked the tight feel around me, like a man holding me to ready me for intercourse." I laughed. "I almost feel sorry for Kyle having a predator like you after him." "Like me? I'm only following my master's commands," she said sensually. She pressed her hand over my throbbing and erect cock in my trousers. "Would my master like for me to suck his cock?" she teased. "When we get home, you'll do more than that." "I hope so. My master makes me extremely horny," she murmured. Jill, Emily, and I went to high school together. I was hard working, poor, smart, athletic, popular, and sexually active. Jill was filthy rich, spoiled, envied, and promiscuous. At the end of my junior year, I made Jill exclusively mine and began training her as I wanted her. Her parents approved of our relationship and treated me like a son. Jill was a year behind me in school. Her father paid for me to go to Yale, withdrew her from our local high school, and sent her to a private school in New Haven. He paid for a large townhouse where Jill and I lived. We married after my freshman year in college. Five years later, when we returned to our hometown, I had B.A. and J.D. degrees, a golden financial situation, and a wife perfect for me. Emily Wheaton was in Jill's class. They were best friends, which proves opposites do attract. Emily was as attractive as Jill, but while Jill was earthy and voluptuous, Emily was stately and classical. And while Jill was promiscuous until I took her in tow, Emily with the archetypical virgin queen. When Jill and I returned from New Haven, Emily Wheaton was Mrs. Kyle Rogers. They met in college. Like me, Kyle was a ladies' man and he was damn good at it. He swept her off her feet, got her pregnant, and married her, all within a period of ninety days. After getting his bachelor's degree, Kyle and Emily moved back to our hometown and he joined her father's insurance agency, where he was a highly overpaid and undeserving executive. From the moment Jill and I met Kyle Rogers neither of us liked him. It was a small town and Jill was Emily's best friend so we saw Emily and Kyle frequently. Our feelings about him only became stronger. One day, I was naked in my easy chair. Jill, naked except for a collar around her neck and leathers on her wrists, was in my lap. Her mind had been far away for some time. "I hate Kyle Rogers," she said. I didn't respond. About three minutes passed before she spoke again. "And I love Emily." "Ah, there's the rub," I thought. Jill and Emily did love each other like sisters, and, like sisters, that love was sometimes jealousy or envy or hate. I wondered sometimes if Jill's love of Emily had sexual overtones even she didn't recognize. I'd call Jill passively bisexual. She didn't seek out other women, but she enjoyed it when I told her to make love to one. During my senior year at Yale, another woman, Cassie, lived with us and shared our bed. Jill and Cassie had sex often. I'd brought other women into our lives for our mutual pleasure. When I didn't reply to her comment, Jill said, "Did you hear me?" "Yes, I did. I hate Kyle, too." "And you love Emily, or you maybe you just want to fuck her," she said with a smirk. "Both," I replied. "I'm sick of Kyle. Of the way he treats her. Of his coming on to me all the time. Of his snotty, oily attitude." She slipped off my lap, went into the kitchen, and soon returned with a soda for both of us. "I want him out of our lives and out of this town," she said emphatically. She leered at me. "And I have a plan." That's how it began. Jill began to act warmer toward Kyle, gently teasing him when he made a pass at her. Only a month later, at the dance, she recorded their conversation and played it for me. When we returned to the house after the October formal, I engaged the burglar alarm and accompanied Jill to our bedroom. She had a delightful smirk, a knowing, devilish gleam in her eyes, and a bounce in her walk. "Come here, sexy," I said. She squirmed into my arms to be kissed, which I happily did. She turned around to let me unzip her strapless evening gown and start untying her corset. Jill owned many corsets. Most, like this one, were to enhance her figure when we were in public. A few were bondage devices of varying degrees of severity. The corset had an additional purpose that night-to hide the recording device. The microphone was hidden between her breasts, with a wire running to the cassette between her legs. She controlled it with a remote in her purse, but she had to go to the restroom to change the tape. As I removed the corset, I checked the cassette. A new tape was in it. I tossed the corset aside and Jill scratched furiously where it had pressed into her skin. "Anything interesting?" I asked, holding it up. "Not unless you want to hear Charlene Withers talk about how she's fucking her black yardman," Jill replied. "No, thanks. Charlene fucks anything with a cock," I said. "Or unless you want to hear Emily talking about Kyle." Jill was quivering with glee. "You little witch," I exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wanted to surprise you. Can I put it on for you?" "I'd love it," I said as I handed her the tape. "I'll get us a glass of wine." Jill was naked on the bed when I returned from the kitchen. After I lay down by her, she put the player on my legs and turned it on. For six or seven minutes, they made small talk, but the stress in Emily's voice was evident. Finally, Emily got around to the cause of her anxiety. "Jill, have you ever wondered if Paul was cheating on you?" "Never," responded Jill emphatically. "Have you ever cheated on him?" Emily asked. The question stuck in her throat. "I never have and I never will," Jill said firmly. "Oh," Emily replied. "Do you think Kyle is cheating on you?" Jill asked. "Well," Emily said. Jill pushed the stop button. "We went to a more private spot. When we got there, I took her hands in mine and made her look at me." She pushed the play button and her voice came over the speaker. "Listen, Emily. All men play around." "You said Paul didn't," Emily countered. "I said he didn't cheat on me. It's not cheating if he tells me about it." "He's had other women and you don't mind?" Emily gasped. "No, I don't. I know he'll never leave me." "I don't have that feeling about Kyle. I'm almost sure he's having an affair with a woman at the office." Jill pushed the stop button again. "You should have seen her face, Paul. She looked at me in a most accusing way." She pushed the play button. "And I know a woman in our group that he's trying to seduce," Emily continued. "Who?" Jill asked. "You know who," Emily accused. "Do you mean me?" Jill asked. Emily didn't reply. "I'm not having an affair with Kyle," Jill said firmly, but sympathetically. "I want to believe you," Emily whispered. "But a woman knows these things." "Then you know I am not having an affair with your husband," Jill replied. "But he wants you," Emily sobbed. Emily cried and Jill comforted her before Jill turned off the recorder. "That's all except her tears. She did make one more statement just before we parted. She said if Kyle did cheat on her, she'd 'get even with the bastard.'" "Good work, baby," I said. "Now come here." Jill was proud of her body. She was blessed with a beautiful face, blonde hair, and blue eyes like her mother. She and I were both health nuts, exercising long and hard to maintain good physiques. The only place she wasn't blessed was in her breasts. Like her mother, a plastic surgeon grew those to a D-cup that wouldn't sag. She loved sex with me in all its aspects. She particularly enjoyed her submission and the attendant bondage. When she flopped back beside me that night, she spread her arms. "Does sexy little Jill want to be bound?" I teased. "I want to please you," she whispered. "I know how you love to tie me up." As I bound her wrists to the headboard, she squirmed with delight. She comes quickly and often, many times enjoying multiple orgasms, until she's a mass of sweaty, red, and satiated flesh. But she was especially eager that night. The thrill of the chase stimulated her as it did me. Kyle called at ten the next morning. Jill hit the record function on the phone. "Hello," she said. I didn't say a word until the conversation was over and she disconnected. "Play it back for me," I ordered. "Hello," she had said. "Jill. It's Kyle. Can you talk?" "Of course, Kyle. How are you this morning?" "I couldn't sleep thinking about you." "That's silly, Kyle. I told you what you needed to do to have me. Ask Paul. That's all." "It isn't all and you know it. I have to deliver Emily to him." "That shouldn't be a problem for you," she said. "Why not?" "Any real stud should have his wife trained to do whatever he tells her to do. I know Paul has me trained like that." "Emily's not like you," Kyle said angrily. "Kyle, control yourself," Jill snapped. "Sorry," he muttered. "When you were playing golf a few days ago, Paul said you told him a man should control his wife. Isn't sex part of the control?" "Yes, but. Shit." Jill waited him out. He said, "Does Paul know about us?" "He knows. I tell him everything, Kyle." "Oh, Jesus in heaven." "Relax. He's not upset." "He's not?" "Of course not. He's no fool. He knows you've got the hots for me." "Ask him if he wants Emily. Maybe he just wants to watch you and me have sex. Some guys are like that, you know." "I do know and he does like to watch when I do it with another woman." Kyle groaned gutturally, like he'd been kicked in the balls. "Anyway, Kyle, if you want me, you're going to have to be man enough to ask him yourself." "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!" "What's wrong, Kyle?" "Nothing. Is he there?" "Yes, he is. Do you want to speak to him?" "No. Not now. I'll call back." "I'll tell him to expect your call, Kyle. Goodbye," Jill said coolly. She silently disconnected. "Well done," I said. "Thank you, baby," she replied. She was grinning from ear-to-ear. She had done a good job, too. An excellent job. Kyle would call back. In fifteen minutes, he proved me right. I turned on the recorder and answered this time. "Paul?" he said. "Hi, Kyle," I said heartedly. "How are you?" "Good. Good. Say I'd like to talk to you." "What about?" I thought he wasn't going to be able to get it out. Finally, he gasped, "Jill." "What about Jill?" "I want her." "That's what she said. Come over here and we can discuss it face-to-face." "When?" "We'll be home all day." "I told Emily I had to go to the office at two." "We'll see you a little after two, Kyle," I said. I like electronic gadgets. We have the latest in surveillance equipment, including the audio recorders on the phone and the wire Jill used at the party. We also have audio and video equipment in the living room, kitchen, bedroom, playroom, and hot tub. I enjoy recording Jill and me fucking. This time I was going to record our conversation with Kyle. When Kyle arrived about two, he was a step away from a nervous breakdown. Jill was dressed as I told her to be-a wraparound skirt that barely covered her pussy and halter top. That's it. No shoes, stockings, or panties. Her long hair was up on her head, ready to drop when she pulled the pin. I wore a polo shirt, shorts, and was barefoot. I rarely wear underwear and today was no exception. "Hi, Kyle. Come on in. Would you like a drink?" "Yes. No. No. I'm supposed to be at the office." "Kyle," Jill exclaimed as she swooped into the hall. Acting happy and eager, she made a beeline for him, but I stepped between them. "Not yet. I haven't agreed to anything. Let's go sit in the living room," I said. Kyle was sweating and hyper as he followed Jill's swaying ass into the living room. Jill showed him where to sit, which was on the couch because the camera was focused on his position. I sat on a chair opposite and Jill curled up at my feet. The camera could see part of us and the sound equipment would clearly record our voices. When I stroked her hair, she closed her eyes and pushed back against my hand. Kyle looked like he couldn't believe it. "So Kyle," I said. "Let's talk about what you want." He watched us bug-eyed and open-mouthed. "Kyle?" "I want Jill," he gasped. "Forever?" I asked. "Yes." "You'd divorce Emily for her?" "Yes. Oh, shit, Paul, I don't know." Jill and I waited patiently. "I want to fuck Jill so badly I can't think of anything else." I was ecstatic, but I didn't show it. That admission would cost Kyle dearly. "Jill is mine, Kyle. I will never divorce her. I will never, under any circumstances, let her belong to any man but me. Let me repeat what I said. Jill is mine. Forever. Do you understand?" "Yes, but..." "Do you have anything to say, Jill?" I asked. "Kyle, I'd never leave Paul. Not for you. Not for anyone." Kyle nodded. Jill and I didn't speak. We let Kyle's emotions build like a kettle under too much pressure. Finally, he exploded in a string of gibberish cursing, leaving him depleted and sheepish looking. "I want Jill. What do I have to do?" "Put yourself in my shoes, Kyle," I said. "You want to fuck my wife. So what? A lot of men want her because she's a sexy woman. Why should I let you?" "Because I have a wife you want." "Yes, I do. She's the only woman in this town besides Jill I want." I waited and Kyle's eyes flitted between my face and Jill's breasts. "What are you suggesting? A trade?" "Yes. A trade. I'll swap you Emily for Jill," Kyle said. He scooted forward to the edge of the couch and his face was eager. "Wife swapping. Emily for Jill." "I can deliver Jill. Can you deliver Emily?" I asked. "Yes," he lied. "Good. We can swap this afternoon. Jill, go call her and ask her to come over." Jill rose. "No. Wait," Kyle called out. "Don't call her." Jill stopped and stared at him. "She won't do it. She won't. Emily is frigid as ice. Oh, shit. She doesn't even enjoy me. It's driving me nuts." He was deflated, with his shoulders slumped and his head down. I looked at my wife. He disgusted her. I motioned Jill to sit by me and we waited for Kyle to look at us again. "What do you suggest, Kyle?" I said quietly. "I don't know. I wish I did because I'd swap Emily in a heartbeat." "For anyone?" Jill asked. "For you, Jill," he said passionately. "Anyone else?" I asked. "Sure," he said with a grin. "But it's Jill I want now." "Why don't you and Emily join The Rose Club?" I asked. Kyle snorted. "Emily would never do that." I didn't blame Emily. The Rose Club was a wife-sharing group. Although everyone in town had heard the rumor the club existed, membership was a sacred secret. Fortunately, my father-in-law's secretary was membership chairman and gave him all the news, which he kindly passed on to me. A club didn't appeal to me. And I didn't lie. Emily was the only woman I'd swap for Jill. "I have an idea," Jill said. "What?" Kyle asked. "Why don't you let Paul seduce her, Kyle?" "I don't think he can," Kyle replied. "Let's give him a chance," Jill said. "What do you suggest?" Kyle asked. "I'll seduce her," I said. "You'll have to help by ignoring all the signs she'll leave, by not asking questions if she's gone for a while or suddenly has nights out with the girls, and if it comes up, by saying you wouldn't mind if she had an affair. You have to handle it delicately because she'll be skittish." "All right," he said. "Have you ever seduced a woman?" I asked. "Of course. There's a woman at the office who I..." He turned beet red and stopped. "Sandra Carson?" I asked and he nodded. "I heard you were fucking her. Is she good?" "Better than Emily," Kyle replied arrogantly. "Is Sandra as good as Evelyn Sims?" I asked, naming another woman rumored to have given way to Kyle's brutish approach. Kyle's face was arrogant when he said, "Sandra's better than Evelyn. She's a hot little pussy who purrs when I stroke her. Maybe I should trade Jill for her. She'd do it for me." "No, thanks," I said. "Since you've had affairs, you know that a woman considering one is tricky to handle." He nodded. "Probably the best way for you to handle it is to ignore all the signs, but I'll leave that to you." "And if you're unsuccessful?" he asked. "Then you can't have Jill." "All right. I'll do it," he said. "I'll help you seduce my wife anyway I can." We shook hands like men and walked toward the door. The videotape ended there because we were out of the room. I unfastened Jill's halter, tossed it aside, and covered her breasts with my hands as I pulled her back against me. Jill's breasts were large, with large nipples and areolas whose relative size to her augmented breast looked natural. Kyle's mouth hung open as he stared at them. I tugged on the tiny gold rings in Jill's nipples, and slipped my hands down her sides, letting him see her perfect mounds in all their glory. She moaned, squirmed, and arched her back, raising her breasts toward Kyle. When he reached for them, I covered her breasts. His fingers quivered and his unblinking eyes never looked away from them. "Let's make this work, Kyle," I said. Kyle nodded and stumbled toward his car. After I shut the door, Jill squealed as she spun to face me. "God, that went perfectly," she exclaimed. "I couldn't have written a better script." "Time to plan phase two," I said. "Later. I want to be fucked," she demanded. "Did thinking about fucking Kyle make you hot?" I teased. "Thinking about fucking up his mind and his marriage made me hot," she replied. Jill grabbed my crotch. "Nice and hard, just like I like him," she said with a grin. "I'll race you for the bedroom." We heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked through the door's peep hole. "It's Emily," I said. "Really?" Jill asked, as she pushed me aside to see for herself. "She's just sitting there." "Go put on a bra and loose shirt," I said. "Hurry." "Panties, too?" she asked as she ran for the bedroom. "Yes," I called after her. I watched Emily through the peephole. She was obviously distraught. I was still watching when Jill returned. "What's she doing?" she asked. "Just sitting there," I replied. "Should I ask her in?" "No. Let's see what see does." Twenty minutes later, Emily started her car and drove away. Jill and I went to the bedroom for our fun. At nine that night, Jill and I were propped up on the pillows in bed watching a movie when the phone rang. "Paul. This is Emily." She sounded distraught. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I'd like to talk to you." "All right. Do you want to come over now?" "I can't. Can we meet in the morning?" "What time?" I asked. "Eight thirty?" "I look forward to seeing you," I said. The next morning, I dressed for the office, meaning a suit and tie. Jill wore a modest dress. Most of her clothes are modest, including bras that hide her bounty. She only shows off when I tell her to do it. Emily looked exhausted when she arrived. Exhausted but determined. She gave Jill a curt "hello" and asked to speak to me alone. "There's nothing we can't discuss in front of Jill," I said. I guided us to the living room where Emily perched on the easy chair and Jill and I sat on the couch. "Jill and Kyle are having an affair," Emily said. There are a thousand ways she could have said it. Even using the same words, her tone, facial expression, and body language could have made each way different. Considering her heightened anxiety, her voice was surprisingly calm. She showed little hostility toward Jill, even though considerable hostility would be expected from a "wronged" wife in the presence of the woman she accused. She made a statement but her face asked a question. "I know for a fact they are not having an affair," I said, emphasizing the "not." "He was over here yesterday afternoon," she said. "So was I," I replied. "Kyle told me he plays golf with you most Sunday afternoons." "I play on Saturday morning. I rarely play on Sunday," I replied. She digested that, perhaps thinking of all the Sundays he disappeared with golf as his excuse. "Why was he here?" she asked. "Look, Emily, why don't we talk about something else?" Jill said in a gentle tone. "I want to know why he was here," Emily said forcefully. "Kyle wants to have sex with Jill. He offered to let me have sex with you as a trade," I said without emotion. Emily was catatonic, moving not so much as an eyelash. Finally, her mouth slowly opened. "My husband offered to let you have sex with me if he could have sex with Jill?" she asked in a dead monotone. "That's right," I said. "Wife swap?" "That's right," I said again. "I don't believe you," she replied, but her tone said she did believe me. "Yes, you do, Emily," Jill said. "You're my best friend and you want to sleep with my husband," Emily accused. "No, I don't," Jill replied. "Yes, you do. You're a slut!" Emily shouted out the last word. She jumped to her feet. "I don't believe any of this. It's a cruel game to get my husband in your bed." Tears rolled down Jill's face as she stared up at her friend. Emily looked down. Her hands were clenched. She took one step toward the door, stepped back, and sat down. She stared at Jill who fought back her tears. "You are a slut. You always have been," she said. "You know that, Jilly. You even told me that yourself." "I know," Jill whispered, wiping her eyes. "But you've always been my best friend." "I still am." "And you've never lied to me." "I'm not lying now," Jill said. Their voices had been intense, with a quiet, mind-opening, gut-wrenching honesty. "What's going on?" Emily asked, looking at me. "Ask Jill," I said. "Jill?" "Do you remember nine months ago when your parents gave a pool party? That's the day we met Kyle." "I remember," Emily replied. "Kyle trapped me in the bathroom and grabbed my breasts. I slapped him and shoved him away. That stopped him for then, but he's hit on me countless times since." "Why haven't you done something about it?" she asked, glaring at me. "I have. I've talked to Kyle several times. I've talked to Jerry, both alone and with Sam present," I said. Sam is Jill's father and Jerry is Emily's father. They go way back and are close friends. "I suggested to Sam that we move all our business from your dad's agency, but he's not ready to do that. Since I don't want to go to prison for beating the shit out of Kyle, my choices of action are limited." "I'm sick of Kyle, Emily," Jill hissed. "I'm sick to my stomach of the supercilious bastard. I'll tell you how bad it is. I'm ready to end our friendship because of him. As much as I love you and as much as you mean to me, I'd rather not see you than have to see him." I said, "Jill conceived a plan. She led Kyle on. We recorded some of their conversations and videotaped him when he was here Sunday. He confessed adultery and pleaded to wife swap you for Jill. If you like, I'll play it for you." The leaden silence extended as Emily studied both of us and thought about the situation. Jill and I waited. "Why are you telling me all this?" Emily asked. "I want you to know what's going on. I can't stand him any more," Jill replied. "And that's the only reason?" Emily asked. "It's my only reason," Jill said. "Do you have any other reasons?" she asked, looking at me. There is a time to lie and a time to be honest. One reason Jill and Emily developed such a close bond was they didn't lie to each other. Jill watched me and sent me a signal. "I have another reason," I said. "You know what it is." "Say it," she demanded. "I want to go to bed with you," I replied. "No, you don't," she snapped, interrupting me. "You could have had me the night of Jim Bob's sixteenth birthday party and you didn't." "You were drunk and I don't take advantage of a drunk woman." "That's not what Patty Phillips said. Or Merry Deal." "They both were sober and they both wanted to fuck. Saying they were drunk gave them an excuse to act like they wanted to act. If they need an excuse to have sex, that's fine with me." "But you want me?" "Yes, I do." "If I say yes now, what would you do?" "Take you into the bedroom and make wild, mad love to you." "Did you hear that?" Emily asked Jill, but her tone wasn't triumphant. It was almost sympathetic. "I heard," Jill said softly. "That's all right with you?" "Yes. I told you that Paul can have sex with other people. I meant that." "I don't believe you." "Let's go in the bedroom now. I'll undress Paul and suck his cock until it's nice and hard for you. Then I'll watch as you two fuck," Jill said. Her eyes were twinkling softly, but she was serious, without a doubt. "Kyle wants to join the Rose Club. Do you belong?" Emily asked. "No, we don't," I answered. "There's only one woman in this town besides Jill that I want." "Me?" "You." "And you wouldn't mind if I had sex with your husband?" Emily asked. "No, I wouldn't," Jill replied. "In fact, I suggest you do it. He's a marvelous lover." "May I have a Coke?" Emily asked. "I'll get it," Jill said, jumping up. "Do you want something, honey?" "I'll have a Coke, please," I said. Emily and I didn't speak while Jill was gone. We hardly moved. When Jill returned with a soft drink for each of us, Emily said, "I'd like to see the tape, please." We traded places with Emily sitting by Jill on the couch, with one at each end. I sat in a chair to one side so I could watch Emily's face. I'd seen the tape. Emily turned red and silent tears fell when Kyle said he'd divorce her. When Kyle's revelations of adultery appeared, the tears stopped, she made a noise like air being released from a balloon, and turned another shade of red. When Kyle said Sandra was a better lover, Emily looked like ice. When it was over, she said coldly, "Play it again, Paul." I did. We all watched in silence. Emily memorized every nuance of her husband's behavior. When the tape finished, I turned up the lights. Nobody spoke for a little over three minutes. Emily stood and said to Jill, "I need some time alone. I need to think." "Are you going to be all right?" Jill asked solicitously. "I think so," Emily replied wanly. We escorted her to the door and watched her slowly drive away. "Well?" I asked Jill. "She'll call before the day's over," Jill replied. But Emily didn't call that day. When Jill called her, Emily said she couldn't talk. And Emily didn't call the next day. She called me at the office about one on Thursday afternoon to ask for a meeting with Jill and me. We arranged to meet that day at two. Emily and Jill were unalike in almost every way. Jill was five five, green-eyed, with dyed blonde hair. Her figure could grace a men's magazine. Her face was round with a wide mouth bordered by dimples. Emily was five seven, with dark brown hair and eyes, a model's figure, impossibly long legs, and tiny breasts. Her heart shaped face had a small, straight nose and small mouth. The biggest difference was in their personalities. Emily was extraverted and happy, with an open sexuality. Emily was right. Jill was a slut and had been since she discovered boys. But now I had the key to Jill's sexuality and we both loved it that way. Emily was introverted, shy, and naive. She kept her sexuality under strict lock and key. In high school, some of the guys said she didn't have any sexuality. I knew better. Emily pulled into my driveway immediately ahead of me. She wore a plain blouse and slacks. I escorted her into the house where Jill, dressed in a modest cotton dress, was waiting for us. We sat in the living room, with Jill and me on the couch and Emily in the chair opposite. "Did you mean everything you said Monday?" Emily asked. "Yes, I did," Jill replied. "If I have an affair with Paul, you don't mind?" "No, I don't." "It won't change anything between us?" "I can't say that, Em. You'll change and that will change our relationship. That's not necessarily bad. I'll still be your best friend, if you want me," Jill replied caringly. "I envy you," Emily said. There was no resentment in her tone. "I envy your enjoyment of sex. Men flitting around you. The way you tease them and lead them on." She sighed. "I tried to seduce my own husband Monday night when we got home. I guess I was successful because he screwed me, but I don't think he enjoyed it. I know I didn't. Tuesday night, I suggested we make love again. He acted like it bothered him that I wanted it and he turned me down." I knew Kyle spent Tuesday afternoons with Sandra, but I didn't say it. "Do you masturbate?" Emily asked Jill. "Yes, I do. Not as much since Paul's in my life, but sometimes." "I don't do it much any more. I enjoyed it more than I enjoyed Kyle and that made me feel guilty somehow." She blushed. She focused on me. "Kyle said I'm frigid. You're an attractive and successful ladies' man, Paul. Do you think I'm frigid?" "No." "I don't think I am either," she said. For the first time, I saw a twinkle in her eyes and a tiny smile on her lips. "I masturbated yesterday for the first time in a long time. I had a hell of an orgasm. It felt so good, I gave myself another." "I wish I had been there," I said, returning her smile. "I wish you were there, too," she replied. She looked at Jill. "You don't want my husband?" "I do not. I don't even want to see him again," Jill answered emphatically. Emily nodded and looked back at me. "Do you play golf with Kyle on Saturday mornings or is he telling me that so he can sneak off with one of his girlfriends?" "I play golf every Saturday morning. Sometimes, Kyle is in my foursome and sometimes I see him playing with another foursome," I replied. "Do you ever sneak off with another woman?" she asked me, but Jill replied. "That's not the way we are. If he was going to have sex with some one, he'd say, 'Honey, I'm going to go screw so-and-so. I'll be back in a few hours.'" "I find that so hard to believe," Emily said. Jill bounced up, extended her hand to Emily, and said, "Come on." Emily took her hand and stood. "Where are we going?" "Into the bedroom so Paul and you can screw while I watch," Jill replied. Emily jerked her hand away and sat back down in the chair. "No," she said. Jill wiggled her fingers in a come-on gesture. "You're not going to believe me until you do, so come on." "I believe you," Emily replied. Her hands were tightly clasped in her lap. "Chicken," Jill said as she plopped on the couch. "Am not," Emily said. "Am too," Jill teased. They both giggled, but quickly Emily was serious again. Again, we were silent as she thought. I guessed she had finalized her strategy before she came over and was thinking it through one last time. "My marriage as I have lived it is over," she said. "Kyle, Dad, and I have had a few long, hard meetings. Kyle and I will stay married under these conditions. He can continue his affairs, but he cannot, under any circumstances, have an affair with you, Jill, and he cannot even approach you. If he does, he's gone." "Thank you," Jill said earnestly. "I'll be a relief not to worry about him." "I can have affairs, too, and he can't say a damn thing about them. Not a single word. In a year, we'll reevaluate our marriage and decide if we stay together. In the mean time, Kyle's interest in Dad's business is being put in trust for the children and me." Emily stopped and stared at me before turning to Jill and saying intently, "For the last time, you don't mind if I have an affair with your husband?" "No, I don't," Jill replied. Emily spoke to me. "I don't want to have affairs because that's plural. I only want one affair. With you. But I want it a lot," she said. "I want you, too, so that works out nicely," I said. Emily looked at Jill again. "I want to be like you," she said. "How?" Jill asked. "Happy, sexy, in love with life." "But what am I?" Jill said. Emily looked confused. "You know," Jill continued. "You called me one." "A slut," Emily said blushing. "But I didn't mean anything bad by it." "Em, I'm happy being a slut. My husband is happy with me that way. But my lifestyle isn't for everyone. It might not be for you." "I don't want to be a slut, but I do want to have an affair with Paul. I want him to do with me and for me and to me everything he's done with you." "You don't what you're asking, Em," Jill said. "No, I don't know, but I want to know," Emily replied. "He's always demanding and sometimes he's rough," Jill said. "But you enjoy him." "Always," Jill said and she smiled at me. "You want me to do with you everything I do with Jill?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "You can't be my wife, so you want to be my fuck toy?" "Yes," she answered but the word stuck in her throat. "Say what I said." "I want to be your fuck toy," she repeated, although "fuck" was garbled as if she'd never said the word. "I don't believe you," I said. "Jill follows every command I give her. Will you do that?" "Yes," Emily replied assuredly. "All right. Stand on one foot." "What?" Emily asked. "Stand on one foot," I repeated. Cautiously, Emily rose. She blushed when she stood on one foot, as if it were the most embarrassing thing she'd ever done. I carried her through a series of simple commands-touch your nose, hop on one foot, sing Jingle Bells, waddle like a duck, do the chicken dance. She giggled and blushed but she did them. We three laughed as she performed. "Ready for something more difficult?" I asked. Emily's eyes cut to Jill. She swallowed hard and said, "I think so." "You need to be more definite, Em," Jill said quietly. It took her a long time, it seemed, before she said, "I'm ready, Paul." I stood. Reflexively, she stepped away. When I took another small step toward her, she trembled but remained in place. I was about two feet away from her. "I'm going to give you a series of orders. Follow them one by one." "All right," Emily said. "If you follow them all, you will remove your clothes here, walk naked into my bedroom, and lie down. We will fuck. I noticed that's a word you have trouble getting out. Say it again for me." "Fuck," Emily murmured. "Ready to begin?" Her eyes cut to Jill, who was watching silently, and they were clear and firm when she focused on me again. "Yes, I am," Emily said. "Undo the next button on your blouse," I said. The End

BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN At twenty-seven, fresh from MBA school back east and newly married to my childhood sweetheart, I accepted a job with a firm in Fort Worth, Texas-"Cowtown" they call it. I'd never been west of the Appalachians. My employer was a conglomerate owned by a rancher and businessman named Jefferson McDuff III. My darling wife, Sheila, was twenty-five. We began dating when she was only sixteen and I was the only man she had ever been with. She was about five three, with a fabulous body. Her best feature, I thought, was her wonderful ass, which was hard yet soft, jutting and inviting. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders and she had a sweet smile and big brown eyes. Our sex life was good but not great. With some pushing, she would suck my cock and once I had been up her ass once but she really didn't like it. I tried to get her to open up but to no avail. I'd been faithful to her during our relationship except when I was out of town. Out of town, I was on my own and I had scored every time. Six weeks after I went to work, Ralph, my boss, told me that Mac, as everyone called Mr. McDuff, was throwing a barbeque and dance at his ranch. Sheila and I had been invited to go. Ralph and his wife, Mary Lou, took Sheila and me shopping on Saturday for western wear. We got boots and shirts, hats and belt buckles, the whole shooting match. Sheila decided on a western blouse and skirt, rather than jeans. As we shopped, Sheila's eyes were wide with sexual excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy she had mentioned was to be a cowgirl and have the cowboys fuck her until she couldn't walk. I wondered what the party would bring. I had heard McDuff was a wild man with the ladies. In fact, the story was that the husband of a woman who fell into his bed was rewarded by faster promotions and additional compensation unless the husband complained. They told the story of a husband who did complain, attacking McDuff when he found him fucking his beautiful young wife. McDuff beat the hell out of the cuckold husband, tied him to a fence post, and let him watch as McDuff, most of the ranch hands, and several company executives, fucked the guy's wife to oblivion. The guy lost his job and his wife, who stayed on as one of McDuff's girls. The day of the big party, Sheila was high was anticipation. I kissed her as she stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. "You seem very excited," I said calmly. "Oh, Will, I'm going to a real western dance with real cowboys! Can you imagine! Real cowboys!" "You're not thinking of fucking a real cowboy, are you?" "What do you mean?" she asked wide eyed, trying to hide that she knew exactly what I meant. "Are you thinking of committing adultery today with a cowboy?" "Will...I love you very much..." "And I love you. Are you going to fuck somebody else today?" Her expression became unsure, embarrassed. "It's just a fantasy. Nothing will happen. I'm your sweet, loyal, little wife." "Baby, relax and enjoy. What happens, happens. Remember, I love you no matter what you do." She looked quizzical as if she didn't understand. Then a sexual, demanding look came over her face. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." "My God, I love you, Will. You're more man and more husband than any woman deserves." "Just remember you said that," I replied, my eyes steely. "I'll remember. You remember I love you." We were dressed and ready at three when Ralph and Mary Lou picked us up. As we waited, Sheila was twirling in front of that mirror. She looked like a wet dream. "What are you doing?" I asked innocently. "I'm not wearing panties. I was trying to see how hard I have to spin before someone could see my pussy." As we drove to Mac's ranch in their car, Ralph and Mary Lou were happy and talkative. Soon, all four of us were babbling like old friends. "I hear McDuff likes to hustle the ladies," I said in a conversational tone. A knowing glance passed between Ralph and Mary Lou. Sheila quivered. "You heard right," Ralph said with a hearty laugh, turning to his wife. "He really hustles them, doesn't he, Mary Lou?" She turned a beet red and ducked her face in embarrassment. When she looked at us, sexual desire oozed from her. "You two need to talk about how to handle things out there," Mary Lou said. "Handle what?" I asked. "Handle it when Mac wants to fuck Sheila." "We've talked. What happens, happens," Sheila said. She looked at me questioningly. I squeezed her hand and winked. "Will, have you heard the stories about the husbands that challenged Mac?" Ralph asked. "Yes," I answered. "But I don't believe it." "Believe it because they're true." "Believe what?" Sheila asked. "Believe that Mac takes the wife away from her husband," Ralph replied. Sheila had the expression she gets when a cock is nudging her pussy, ready to enter. Ralph continued, "It's happened three times. Each time Mac fucked the guy's wife while the guy watched, and took the wife away. Mac kept one. Her name is Sue Ann and you'll meet her tonight. One decided to turn pro and is the biggest madam in Fort Worth. And the third was given by McDuff to a young man as a bonus for pulling off a big deal." "When do we meet her?" Sheila asked. "You already have," Ralph said as he looked at his wife. Mary Lou's blush was quickly followed by a slutty grin that made my cock stiffen. I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her hard. Her legs flew open as I slipped my hand over her bare thighs to stoke her naked, dripping pussy. It was then I noticed she had shaved her bush. Yes, tonight would be interesting. You might ask why a man would actually encourage his wife to fuck around. First, there was no way in hell I could stop her because her subconscious was driving her to do it. I knew I could fight it and lose, or relax and go with the flow. Anyway, I wanted her to be more sexually open. This was a good way to do it. As a bonus, it could help me in my career and give me some opportunities to play around. All in all it seemed like a good deal. By the time, the night was over I would realize what a good deal it really was. When we arrived at the ranch, probably fifty to sixty cars were parked in a field. We walked toward the sound of a country band and the smell of barbeque. Ralph and I left the woman talking to another couple as he led me toward a group where a big man was holding court. "Mac, this is Will Warren," Ralph said in introduction. "Howdy, Will. I've looked forward to meeting you," Mac said, extending his hand. Mac McDuff was a commanding and dominant man as his handshake testified. Picture the Marlboro Man but bigger-six four, two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle-stronger, more handsome, and more rugged with cold gray eyes that could twinkle when he wanted them to. The Marlboro Man was a pretty boy model. Mac was the real thing. He had made a billion dollars starting as a high school drop out when he was fourteen. He was brilliant and ruthless. I was glad I had paved the way for him and my wife. He fit her fantasies like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. "Will, Ralph here tells me you know I'm gonna fuck your wife and maybe share her with some of the boys. Are you okay with that?" Brutally blunt as I expected. "Yes, Mr. McDuff," I replied. His eyes softened. "You'll go far, Will. Do you want to watch when I break her or let her tell you about it later?" "I'd like to watch," I said. "Done deal. Now, you boys have a drink and enjoy the party. Oh, and Will, call me Mac. All my close friends do." He turned back to the guys he was talking to. We rejoined our wives. "Where were you?" Sheila whispered to me. "We were talking to Mac." She said nothing but her expression said volumes. I kissed her. "I gave my blessings to him fucking you." She shivered and her legs got weak, like she orgasmed just from the thought of it. The next hour or so, we visited, just like any other party. The crowd was key people from the company I worked for, important clients, key personnel from the ranch or one of Mac's other companies and other friends of his. Sheila had three drinks, which was a lot for her. Then Ralph pulled me aside. "Mac's ready for Sheila. Do you want a woman while he does her?" "That'd be nice," I said. My blood pressure soared as my heart pounded like a steam hammer. "You can have Sue Ann, Molly, or Mary Lou. I suggest Sue Ann. Molly's drunk and you can have Mary Lou any time. Just ask me." "Sue Ann it is," I replied. "I'll get her," he said. "Remember, she's likes a dominant man." Ralph returned in just a minute with an adorable little blonde about five feet tall with an hourglass figure and huge tits. She had blonde hair to her waist pulled back in the longest ponytail, big dimples, a pert nose, and pouty lips. "Hi, cowboy," she giggled when we were introduced. I yanked her into my arms and kissed her hard with my hand on her ass. She yielded and thrust her crotch against mine. "Wow! If you fuck like you kiss, I'm going to have a fun time," she said. Over Sue Ann's shoulder, I saw Sheila staring at me with a funny little smile. She knew her fun was about to begin. I motioned to her to come over and introduced her to Sue Ann. "I'll be fucking Sue Ann while Mac is fucking you," I said in an unemotional, conversational tone. "Will, I didn't expect you to...well, I mean, I didn't think you'd be having someone else, but, Will..." Sue Ann snickered. "Honey, no cowboy... no real cowboy...is going to let another cowboy fuck his heifer without some kind of comeback. I'm one of Mac's girls and your husband gets me while Mac gets you." Suddenly, Mac was standing beside us. When Sheila looked up at him, her eyes glazed over like a deer in headlights, dazed and frozen. Sweat broke out on her chin. Mac crushed her against him and kissed her as his hand wandered under her skirt. We all were mesmerized by the sexual dance taking place between Mac and my wife as he kissed her and played with her ass and pussy for probably a minute or two. The crowd quieted and waited for what would happen next. Mac broke the kiss and Sheila weaved like a drunk. She never looked away from him as he unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her beautiful breasts, and threw the blouse aside. She hadn't moved, not even blinked, as he stripped her to the waist. He unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She was naked except for cowboy boots. When Mac caressed her breasts with both hands, Sheila began whimpering. To my knowledge only I had seen Sheila naked before this moment. Now, two hundred people were staring at her bounty. She wasn't embarrassed. Hell, she was the hottest and horniest little slut I'd ever seen. Everyone could see, and smell, her love juice running down her thighs, coating them from crotch to knee. Mac put a leather collar around her neck, fastened it, attached a leash, turned, and walked away. Sheila followed after him like a heifer on a halter, her hips swaying sexually. That little heifer was looking forward to being bred. "Come on, cowboy," Sue Ann said, pulling me with her. "Where are we going?" I asked. "To the breeding barn." The barn was a new, metal building with excellent lighting. There were stalls, tack hanging from the walls, all of the things you would expect on a working ranch plus some items that appeared to be designed for woman rather than cattle. There were horses in some of the stalls. A couple of cowboys rolled a leather covered bench into the middle of the barn and locked the wheels down to keep it in place. The bench had built in restraints. My hand wandered under Sue Ann's skirt. She was cooperative, spreading her legs to let me play with her pussy. As my hand wandered over her ass, I felt something and traced it with my hand. Sue Ann smiled up at me. "It's a brand," she said. "I beg your pardon?" "You know, a brand. A good cowboy always brands his stock so everyone knows that heifer belongs to him." "All of Mac's women are branded?" I gasped. "All the keepers anyway. The ones he plans to trade or sell are still unbranded. The other cowboys brand their heifers, too." She acted like it was an everyday, ordinary occurrence, but I'd never considered it. I felt sure Sheila wouldn't want to be branded because it's supposed to hurt like hell. I had to see Sue Ann's brand, and, as if she read my mind, she raised her skirt to show me. It was the letter M laying on its side. That clicked in my head. Lazy M Enterprises was my employer. Lazy M. His brand. When I looked back, Mac was tugging Sheila up on the bench by her leash, leading her as he would a heifer. I realized he'd never spoken to her. He rolled her over on her back. Sheila's eyes were still glazed, her expression complete sexual desire and submission as he brought her hands over her head and bound them to the table. He attached the leash, holding her head flat. He brought her legs up, bent, and bound them. She was now secure, her ass hanging out in mid air, legs up and open, pussy ready and available. You could see her pussy juice oozing from her, literally running down her ass crack. When Mac dropped his jeans, his huge cock fell out. He looked around the room and smiled at a young woman. She looked up at her husband who nodded. She ran to Mac, fell to her knees, and sucked his cock in her mouth. With everyone else in the room, I watched it grow. One reason I didn't mind my wife fucking around is that I have a big cock-about eight and a half inches long and nice and thick. I always felt if Sheila did experience another man's cock, she would realize how good she had it with me. But I was a midget compared to Mac. Hell! Those stallions in the stalls were midgets compared to Mac. I was sorry I had agreed but it was too late. Everyone could see his monster. Everyone but Sheila. She had no idea what was about to be shoved up her sweet pussy. Even as lubricated as she was, I hoped she would be all right. Mac patted the girl sucking his cock on the head. She popped him out of her distended mouth, smiled, and ran back to her husband. Mac lodged the tip of his monster in Sheila's fuck hole. He shuffled his feet to adjust the angle and grabbed her thighs for leverage. He slammed that monster in her with one hard thrust. "Goddddd...Yessssssssss," she screamed. Sheila's back arched and her legs pulsated like she'd received an electric charge. I'd never seen her orgasm that strongly but her desire had been building all day. She was bouncing on the table, squirming, out of control in orgasm. Sue Ann dropped to her knees and pulled out my erection. Her mouth was warm, her tongue active, as she sucked my cock, but, I never took my eyes off my wife. Mac was not moving, letting Sheila do all the fucking, but Sheila wanted to be pounded. "Don't tease me! Fuck me! I need you to fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." Her voice drifted off into a sob. Mac slowly pulled out, then back in, back and forth, making Sheila howl like a cat in heat. Then, the damnedest thing happened. Mac started to sing as he rammed that monster cock rhythmically in my wife's cunt. "I'm back in the saddle again. Out west, where a woman is to please. Where the women on their knees, for my big cock they do plead. Back in the saddle again." The crowd had heard this one before. They joined in the chorus. "Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle again." My cock twitched. I jammed both hands in Sue Ann's hair to hold her head and fucked her face. That little girl deep throated me, but when the pump started and the flood gates opened, she sucked the head as I came a bucket in her mouth. She grabbed my legs to support me as I almost collapsed, my orgasm was so strong. Mac's huge cock and steady rhythm made Sheila rigid and quivering all over in continual orgasmic spasms leading to the most mind blowing orgasm ever. She was covered in her sweat, and-as they say in Texas-as red as a new borne Hereford. "I'm back in the saddle again. Where a heifer's a cowboy's best friend. Where you're never alone, with a heifer on your bone. Back in the saddle again." Even I joined in the chorus this time, as I began to remove Sue Ann's blouse. "Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle again." "God, Mac... Please...Please fuck me harder! I need it harder!" My little wife was begging him to slam her even more, but Mac stopped, pulling back so only about two inches of cock plugged her pussy. She tried to get his cock deeper in her but her bondage kept her stooped her and that drove her even crazier. "Please...Please let me cum! I'll do anything!" "Slut, I want you to belong to me." "Yes!" "I want to brand you." "Yes! Anything!" "What do you want?" he asked. "I want to be your heifer...your slut...and wear your brand...Lead me naked through the streets of Fort Worth...Show the world you own me... But...Please...Fuck...Me." "Eeeeyahhhooooo," he bellowed as he began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, driving his whole cock in her cunt. You could see his cock head push her belly out on the in strokes. If he'd worn spurs, he would be digging them into her, riding hell for leather. Sheila's scream started like a train whistle a long way off, getting louder and louder as her skin got redder and redder and her back slowly arched until only her heels and shoulders touched the table. "Yesssssssss!!" she screamed, sounding like a banshee from hell. Sheila passed out and Mac stopped with a big, shit-eating grin on his face. There was a sucking sound as he pulled his cock out of her. The place was as quiet as a tomb as Mac surveyed his sex-crazed audience. "All right, cowboys. Let's breed this heifer," he said. Someone threw a bucket of water on Sheila and she aroused with a squeal only to jerk in orgasm again. A man and his wife ran to Mac's side where the man slammed himself in Sheila. Mac pushed the wife to her knees, jammed his cock in her mouth, and, in a moment, started filling her like a grain truck filling a silo: a constant and heavy steam of matter. She must've swallowed ten times. A line was forming to fuck my wife. It was a long, long line. Immediately, everyone in the place was naked and fucking. There seemed to be no rules except fuck as much as you wanted. I did it with eleven women before I collapsed in a corner. As I watched the others, I estimated eighty of the hundred women there were branded. I noticed many different brands, although almost half of the branded women, such as Sue Ann and Mary Lou, wore Mac's Lazy M. I also observed various other decorations such as nipple or pussy rings, some tattoos, ankle chains, and the like. It was an interesting and well decorated group. A couple of hours later, we were all outside under the beautiful, clear sky, eating barbeque and drinking beer. Those who wanted to be naked were naked but some people had redressed. I was enjoying feeling the cool, dry air on my naked body. Mac came toward me with Sheila, naked except for her boots, following him, and her leash in his hand. "Hay, Will. Y'all watch my new heifer while I take a piss," Mac said with a big grin. I took the leash and looked down at the woman I married. "Are you all right?" she asked softly. "What do you mean?" "Well, I obviously enjoyed him fucking me. I agreed to belong to him, to be his slut, to let him brand me." "You were trying to orgasm. Those promises don't mean anything." "Yes, they do," she said fiercely. "I am his slut. He is going to brand me. Oh, Will, part of me will always belong to you, but most of me belongs to Mac as of tonight. You're going to have to be content with what little part of me Mac lets you have," she continued, acting haughty and self righteous. "You mean you're Mac's woman now? Just like that?" I snapped my fingers. "Yes, I am." She looked smug. That really pissed me off! Nastily, I pulled off her diamond engagement and wedding rings and jammed them in my pocket. "Since these don't mean anything, I'll take them back." Her lower lip quivered and tears formed. "Will..." "Consider yourself divorced, slut!" Sheila and I were playing war games with our eyes when I saw Ralph motion to me. As I walked towards him, Sheila followed since I was holding her leash. "Mac wants to see you in the barn," he said. He winked at me. I trudged to the barn, ignoring Mac's new slut who was making little whiny noises as she followed me. Mac was over in the corner talking to a group of five women. When he saw us, he had the woman stand up against the wall, side by side. Each of the women was different but attractive. All were naked and had shaved pussies. "Slut, get up there with them," he said to Sheila. She gave him a funny look and hesitated. He had a quirt in his hand which he flicked against her thighs. She squealed and hurriedly complied, rubbing her red leg where the quirt caught her. "Now, Will," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder, "We're men of the world. More importantly, we're cowboys, so we understand livestock management." "I understand you're stealing my wife," I said. He glowered at me with icy gray eyes as his hand crushed my shoulder. "Will," he said very softly and very menacingly, "Here in Texas, we don't accuse another cowboy of rustling... not unless we're ready to defend our accusations with our lives, because more than one cowboy died from making a false accusation. You didn't mean to say I'm a rustler, did you?" "No. You aren't a rustler..." He slapped me on the back real friendly like. "Good. Now, a cowboy needs to build a large herd if he's to be successful. You've got one very nice little heifer but you have only one. To help a good ole boy like you, I'm willing to trade you any two of these other heifers for her. Of course, it's your decision. If you want to keep the one you have, you can, but I recommend making this trade, son. I know ranchin' and I know livestock." I looked at the six women standing there. Sheila's mouth hung open, her disbelief obvious. I guessed she'd expected me to always be there in case she changed her mind and wanted to come back. The other five wanted to be selected. "Obviously," Mac continued, "The more heifers you own, the more feed you need. These others work and earn their own feed. And they work sitting down, not laying back. Your heifer don't earn her own feed. Plus that, if we reach a trade, a nice little pay increase is yours from the company." "Can I have a couple of hours to examine them?" I asked. "She-it! Take all night." He slapped me on the back, grabbed Sheila's leash, and walked away. Sheila looked back at me with a sad, questioning expression. One by one I started talking to the women, I mean, heifers. I knew all of them would be good fucks so I was interested in finding the right chemistry. None of them had the body Sheila did but all of them were nice indeed. I noticed all five were unbranded and knew they were part of Mac's herd he was willing to trade. I talked to each, taking my time, playing with their tits and their pussies. By the time I was finished, five beautiful women were dripping down their legs and begging me to fuck them. I made my decision. I was going to take Ida, who was the least attractive of the five but still very good looking. She had a good mind, a positive nature, and a heart of gold. And I took Yvonne, a dark haired, black eyed, exotic looking, half Chinese and half Greek mixture that made my cock stiff every time she smiled. Attaching them to each other by their leashes, I led them out of the barn like some disjointed ten-legged centipede. Sheila was on all fours with Mac's cock buried in her ass. Him penetrating her back hole must've been the screaming we heard when we were in the barn. I'd thought someone was wringing a cat's neck. We joined the crowd watching my boss stretch my wife's asshole to its limits. She wore that look of total sexual happiness and surrender again. Once again, Mac started to sing. "I'm back in the saddle again. Fuckin' all the heifers' rear ends. When I fuck them up the ass, their smile forever lasts. Back in the saddle again." And we all joined in. "Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle again." I guessed Sheila came at least twice before he jerked his cock out of her dark hole, turned her around, jammed his cock in her mouth, and filled her up. When she gagged from her own shit and pushed him away, he whipped that quirt across her breasts. Her mouth flew open and her tongue came out. When she had swallowed it all and cleaned his cock to his satisfaction, he wiped his cock in her hair. He left her sitting on her sore ass, wiping his cum and specks of her shit from her lips. "Well, Will, my boy, whadju decide?" he asked. I could see Sheila behind him. She mouthed, "Please let me stay with you." Remember, only a few hours ago she told me she belonged to Mac, not me. How things do change! "You're right, Mac. I need at least two heifers. I'll take Ida and Yvonne and call it square." "Damn good choices, Will. I can see you're a good judge of livestock. I like that in my business people. People who can judge livestock can usually make good money in business. Let's go cinch the deal." I separated Ida and Yvonne from the others, and tied their leashes to a hitching post. As Mac tied Sheila to the same post, she reached for me. Mac flicked that quirt again, catching Sheila across her ass. She squealed and rubbed the red line. "You belong to me, slut! Keep your hands off other cowboys without my permission!" His voice was cold and uncompromising. Sheila's tears began to roll. As Sheila cried, I kissed Ida and Yvonne long and hard, playing with their pussies as she watched. They both begged me to fuck them, which made Sheila cry even more. Revenge is sweet! Mac and I went into the office he maintained off the barn. "You know Sheila really wants to stay with you," he said evenly, a soft, gentle look in his eyes. "Yes, I know. I want to keep her, too. I really do love her, but she said she belonged to you. If I do keep her, it'll be on my terms." He laughed a good, hearty deep laugh, but he had a gleam in his eye. "I like the hell out of you. I want you to keep her, but you're right as rain. You do need to teach her a lesson. Tell you what I'll do. I'll give you Ida so you can have two of them. Another heifer competing for your attention all the time should keep your little slut on her toes." He chuckled. "I see you took back her wedding ring. Keep it. Brand her instead. I took the liberty of having my foreman make a brand for you. I had a feeling something like this might come up." He handed me a long piece of iron, one end bent round to form a handle, the other with my brand. It was a "WW." "I wanted to give you running Ws but that's used. You can call your brand 'Twin Doubleyous.' My people will register it with the Livestock Association in the morning." I was stunned by his generosity and thanked him profusely. "Shucks, it's nothing," he said. "Now come on. Let's finish breaking that slut wife of yours" Sheila saw us coming, released her leash from the hitching post, and ran towards us. Mac grabbed her arms, threw her over another hitching post, and wrapped her leash around her ankles, tying her over the hitching post with her ass up in the air. "Gather round, cowboys!" Mac yelled. We quickly had a crowd. I had motioned for Ida and Yvonne to release themselves and join me. I had one on each side, my arms around them. They were pressed against me as hard as they could. "Any of you slut heifers want to tell me why this one is going to get whipped?" Mac asked the crowd. He looked around and several hands shot in the air. "Darlene?" he said, pointing to a tall, beautiful woman who was holding tightly to a short, ugly man. "You tied her to a hitching post and she released herself without permission." "Right!" Mac proclaimed. He turned to Sheila. "Understand, little slut?" he asked menacingly. She sobbed out, "Yes." She looked at me with a face so pitiful I wanted to pull her into my arms and comfort her, but that wouldn't do. "Will? Please," she sobbed. Mac looked at me and winked. "You wanted to belong to Mac. To be his slut. Wear his brand. You got your wish. You're his now and I would never interfere with another man's ranching. It just isn't done," I said. "Ida, how many do you think she should get?" Mac asked. Ida looked at me, then at Mac long and hard. "Just one, Mac. She didn't know the rule," she said softly. "You're a good woman, Ida, a fair woman," he replied. "I may've been mistaken trading you to Will, but a deal is a deal. All right. One it is." Mac pulled back that quirt and laid it across Sheila ass and thighs. She screamed as her whole backside burst into the colors of a western sunset. She was sobbing uncontrollably as he released her. "Rub it and you get another," Mac told her. Her eyes got big as she fought to keep her hands away from her burning ass. The crowd broke up. Obviously, all the heifers had been required to watch so they'd remember that punishment when it was needed was part of a heifer's life. I saw Sheila ask Mac for permission to talk to me. Her face was sad, eyes swollen and red from crying, but her voice was eager when she said, "I don't want to belong to Mac. I want to belong to you, Will. You're my husband." "You came here tonight to fuck Mac and to give yourself to him. You gave yourself to him much more than you ever gave yourself to me. You got what you wanted. Now, I'm going to get what I want-two wild, wonderful, sexual, women who care for me. Anyway, I divorced you. Remember?" "Keep me. Oh, please, keep me. I can be wild and wonderful. I will be. From now on. I promise, Will!" "No, Sheila. I'm happy with Yvonne and Ida. Don't worry. We'll see each other at the company picnics." I walked away, leaving her alone with her tears. About ten minutes later, I saw her talking to Mac. I watched them until he motioned for me to join them. "Cowboy, let's cut a deal. This little slut heifer really wants to be with you. She's eager and willing to do this trade, aren't you, girl?" Sheila, wiping tears away, nodded her head eagerly as if she were desperate for me to accept it. Mac continued, "Will, you get Sheila and Ida. I get Sheila two nights and Ida three nights a month. I keep Yvonne, but when I take one of yours, you can have Yvonne or one of my other heifers." "Well, Mac. You know livestock better than I do, but this heifer-I pointed to Sheila-has been real difficult. She may not be trainable. Anyway, Yvonne loves to get down and suckle a cowboy's short leg." Sheila dropped to her knees and began sucking on my cock. Mac winked at me. "True, she has been difficult," Mac said. "But I think Sheila here now understands the difference between a regular, Yankee-type slut who fucks whoever she wants, and a good ole' Texas slut heifer, who knows who her cowboy is and stays within his fence line." Mac threw his arm around me. "She-it! Let's grab a cold one and talk some more." My cock popped out of Sheila's mouth when I turned. As we walked away, my erection pointed us toward the beer. I heard Sheila clomping after us with Ida and Yvonne tagging along behind her. Mac and I were popping some Lone Star Beer when they joined us. Sheila looked up at me and begged, "Please, Will. Take me back." I pointed to the ground. She dropped to her knees but Yvonne was already on her knees with my cock in her hand. Sheila pushed her aside and started sucking again. "You know why we brand these heifers, Will?" Mac asked. Sheila stopped moving. I knew she was listening intently. "No. Why?" I replied. "Nobody pays attention to those damn wedding rings the women like to show off. Hell, some cowboys think a wedding ring is a 'fuck me' sign. But a brand means any cowboy who moves in on your heifer is rustling. In Texas, we hang rustlers. So, if they grab your heifer and see a registered brand, they think twice about breeding her." "Interesting, but doesn't the branding hurt her?" "She-it. It hurts like all bloody hell. That's why it's good for 'em. Makes 'em remember who their cowboy is." Sheila trembled at my feet. Mac continued, "And if a branded heifer is caught with another cowboy without her owner's permission...Phew. I hate to tell you the punishment she gets. It makes me shiver just thinking about it!" It made Sheila shiver, too. Ida and Yvonne were still as church mice, their eyes big and frightened. We walked away again. By now, I wanted to cum real badly but I was not finished breaking Sheila. She scurried after us again. This time, she knelt and sucked me in without instruction. Mac mouthed, "Fuck her face," as he handed me the quirt he always carried. I put both hands on Sheila's head and jammed my cock against the back of her throat. When her eyes watered, she raised her hands to stop me. I brought the quirt down hard on her back. She squealed around my cock and dropped her hands to her side. I jammed again and again. Then, she swallowed as I jammed. For the first time, she was deep-throating me. "Maybe this heifer is trainable after all," I said. I fired a huge load in Sheila's mouth before pulling out to let some hit her face and hair. I wiped it all over her face. She looked up at me as if I were a god. "Wear it," I ordered. "I want to wear your cum on my face, Will. See! I'm trainable. And, Will, I really want you to train me. You, Will. No one else." She started to stand but I put my hand on her head. She wrapped her arms around my leg, leaning against my legs and staying at my feet. "Another beer?" Mac asked. "No. Let's finish our cattle trade. I'll agree on one condition. I want both my heifers branded." "Will, you understand once you brand a heifer you can't let her go except under real queer circumstances. I mean, it's like a wedding ring used to be-forever." "I know. I want it to be forever, Mac." A thought hit me. "I can handle two heifers," I said. "Cowboy, I never doubted that for a minute," he said with a smile. "Stand up, Sheila," I ordered, helping her to her feet. "Do you understand what I just said? You will be a branded heifer and I will have two of you." She nodded but that lower lip quivered again. "I expect you to behave like a branded heifer and not some slutty wife. The next time you tell me you belong to someone else will be the last time. Understand?" "Do you still love me as much as you ever did?" she asked, her face sad, her red and swollen eyes burning into mine. "More, Sheila. I love you more than I did. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but you wanted a cowboy, not a husband. I'll be that cowboy and you'll be my branded heifer." She put her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. "Okay. Brand me. And brand Ida, too. I want my cowboy to be happy." In the movies, cattle are roped, tied up, and held down by cowboys to brand them. On the ranch, technology has made advancements just as it has everywhere in life. A branding chute is used, which is essentially a cage with four moveable walls and ports front and back. The heifer is led in the cage, the walls moved to hold the heifer totally still with the head out one end and butt available through the other end. Mac had a branding cage made for the human heifers he branded. Sheila had tears in her eyes when she crawled in it. The front of the cage fit around her head holding in place. Her arms were pulled through the front and secured. A box in the cage supported her torso and was flush against the front of her thighs. The top and sides moved in to secure her. The back shoved her legs tight against the box. Her ass hung out invitingly. I wanted to fuck her rear end as it hung out there but I controlled myself, playing with her pussy and ass just to tease her. I was proudly showing off my new, registered brand when Mac took the iron and placed it in the coals, getting it glowing hot. Sheila started to struggle as a cowboy gagged her but her struggles were in vain. I asked Mac to do the actual branding since I had never done it. The "WW" brand was put on her ass where a full bottomed bikini would cover it but a French bottomed or thong bikini would show it. Sheila's scream was loud and clear even with the gag. She passed out. Ida was branded next. After the brands cooled and they had regained consciousness, I took my two branded heifers home. At first, Sheila resisted some at her new role as one of two heifers in my herd, but she learned, with my help, to accept the new facts of our lives. I knew she had accepted the idea completely when she took me aside to tell me Ida was feeling neglected and I needed to spend a little more time with her. "May I have my rings back?" Sheila asked one day. I saw Ida watching me intently. Cowboys need to treat their heifers fairly. I ignored the question but went to the jewelry store and bought what I needed. Ida and Sheila had just finished the dishes that night when I called them into the den. They both knelt at my feet. "Little heifers, I want both of you to have these diamond rings," I said. I put Sheila's engagement ring back on her hand. Then I put an identical one on Ida's hand. Ida was ecstatic. I was surprised Sheila didn't object to Ida having one, but she seemed truly glad to have her own and to share me with Ida. "I want each of you to have a wedding ring." They both smiled and hugged me. "But I want you to wear it on your pussy." I led them to the bedroom where I had set up a mini-surgery. Each in turn, I rubbed alcohol on their clitoris' hood, punctured it, and slipped a tiny gold ring through the hole. I hung a wedding ring from the attachment ring. "Consider yourselves married, ladies," I said. *** A year later, Mac and I were fucking and drinking buddies. I had several great promotions and my career was flying. One day, I came home to find Sheila and Ida sixty-nining on the floor of the living room. That wasn't unusual. They had become good friends and lovers. I undressed and got on the floor with them. "What's new?" I asked, stroking my cock as they both rested after their orgasms. Sheila jammed my cock down her throat, her eyes happily smiling up at me. Ida kissed and played with me as Sheila deep throated contentedly. After I came in Sheila's mouth and she swallowed, the two heifers gave each other a knowing look. "What's the biggest possible surprise we could give you?" Ida asked. I gestured I didn't know. "We're both pregnant!" They giggled and laughed like school girls. I smiled at them, wondering if I was the father, if Mac was or if we had spilt them. I'd know in nine months. As I stroked the Twin Doubleyous on Sheila's ass and felt Ida's gentle caress of my balls, that melody ran through my head and these words just popped out with it. "I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a man is a man. Why have only one wife, two heifers make a happy life. Back in the saddle again." Yahooo. Ride 'em, cowboy. The End

MACKENZIE'S JOURNAL IV In Residence at Whitlands The next morning Father entered my room well before dawn to find us asleep and uncovered with Ebony's hot body pressed against me. He shook me and said, "Get dressed and meet me in the dining room, Robert." Ebony lazily rolled onto her back, letting him gaze on the richness of her naked body. Father's eyes traveled down her, stopping at the soft pink of her sex peaking from below the black thatch of hair. "You, too, Ebony. Get up and get to work," he said. "Yes, sir, Master Bruce," she replied sleepily, but with a small and knowing smile acknowledging the effect her body had on him, or on any man. I stumbled to the outer-house and returned to the bedroom to find her face down and apparently slumbering again. I slapped her plush bottom with the flat of my hand, receiving a squeal in return, and ordered her to arise. When I went into the guest house's center room, Fancy was dressed and waiting, her face adorned by the same neutral and effacing expression she usually wore. "Good morning, Master Robert. What should Ebony and I do today?" she asked politely. "Both of you report to Jane Marie," I said. At that moment, Father reentered the guest house. "Everyone in this damn place is asleep. There is no one in the kitchen, not a light on in the house, and no sign of life from the slave quarters. How in Hell does any work get done?" "We'll awaken them," I said. "Of course we will." He turned to Fancy, who was cowering against the wall. "Fancy, first get Jonah, Samuel, and David. I want them to come to the big house. Then awaken Melissa. Tell her I want breakfast and I want it now. Then wake Witherspoon and have him report to me immediately." "Yes, sir," she replied, but she didn't budge from that spot. "Quickly, girl. Go," Father snapped. Fancy shot out the door and ran toward Jonah's tent. "Ebony!" Father yelled. Already dressed, she quickly threw open the door and stepped lively to stand trembling before him as he glared at her. "You belong to Master Robert," Father said coldly. "Yes, Master Bruce," she whispered. "If you were my slave-girl and you wantonly showed your charms to another man as you did to me this morning, I might sell you that day, or, if you were a slave-girl whose sex pleased me, I might just give you a long, hard switching as a warning." "Please, Master...." Ebony began. "Be quiet," he said. "I said you weren't my girl." She spun to face me, but remained silent upon seeing my expression, with tears running down her cheeks. Whether her legs gave way or she knelt intentionally, I don't know, but she fell to her knees in front of me with her upturned face silently imploring for mercy. "Have a long and flexible switch laying on my bed when I return tonight, Ebony. I will deal with you then. Now go light the lamps in The Manor," I said coldly. "Yes, Master Robert," she sobbed, before jumping up and running out the door. "She is a good looking and wanton wench. No doubt she will be the pain of Hell for some poor man," Father said with a chuckle. "Come. To work." The first light at The Manor flickered and glowed as we walked toward it. We heard people scurrying about in the slave quarters and saw a light in Jonah's tent. Jonah, Samuel, and David were waiting on The Manor's stoop for they, like Father and I, were accustomed to beginning their day early. We bade one another good morning and began to discuss the farm when we heard Fancy crying, "Master Robert, Master Robert," as she ran toward us. "What is it?" I asked. "Mister and Missus Witherspoon are gone and so are the other white men and their families. They're all gone." We all looked at Father, but he said, "What now, Robert?" Once again, Father was thrusting responsibility on me and trusting me to handle it properly. He tried to maintain a solemn expression, but there was a twinkle in his eye. Jonah, too, was enjoying the moment of his new boss' first action. Samuel and David, however, faced me with the looks of men anticipating a command and trusting the man who would give it. "Fancy, send Ebony out to me. Then awaken Mrs. Whitfield and Jane Marie, tell them what happened, and have them dress as quickly as possible. Jonah, what do you have for weapons?" "Hand axes, Robert," he said. Don't think Jonah was being arrogant or disobedient in not referring to me as master. That title was not mandatory at Ironwood. Slaves were not allowed firearms and South Carolina law prohibited arming a Negro or training them in their use. Father and I, like most white men in this backwater area, did not go out of the house without a pistol or two and a knife in our belts. "David," I said turning to face him. "Get axes for the three of you. Tell Sarah to join us and send Constance Anne to the house for her safety." We heard heated voices and Fancy screaming Ebony's name as we turned to walk toward the slave quarters. The Manor door slammed and I heard running. Momentarily, Ebony, breathing hard, was standing by me. "Who is in charge of the horses and stables?" I asked her. "Silas, Master Robert," she replied. "Samuel, go with Ebony and roust Silas. Determine if any horses or equipment are missing and report back to me. Wait. There's David. Take your ax." The slave quarters were always adjunct to the barn and stable area for the safety of slaves and animals alike since the Carolina woods were home to predatory wolves and cats. As for the rest, each plantation was laid out to suit the purposes of its owner and fit the terrain on which it sat. Whitlands' three overseer houses, which were much nicer than the shacks housing the slaves, sat between the slave quarters and The Manor. The slave quarters and the out-buildings sat on a small plain next to a creek, with the quarters upriver to the buildings for sanitary reasons, and the shops nearby for easy access, with a wooden rail fence surrounding it all. Sarah joined us as we searched the overseers' houses, and they had indeed been abandoned. I told Jonah to select the house he wanted and move into it when the plantation situation was under control. We exited toward the slave quarters and met Samuel and Ebony who reported wagons, horses, and implements had been stolen. Near the slave quarters was an assembly stand, a raised platform from which the overseer gave instructions to the group as a whole, with a bell nearby for calling the assembly. Another common apparatus in the area was the slave's tree. Originally an actual tree, but now more often a wood frame either in the shape of the letter "X" or built like the frame around a door, the slave's tree was where the slaves were whipped, suspended from the tree by ropes and chains. Ironwood had no slave's tree. News of the white overseers' unseemly departure had spread like wildfire, and the slaves were milling around when we entered their area. Seeing white faces increased the buzz, but when I mounted the assembly stand, they gathered round and quieted down. To assure our message reached all their ears, David heartily rang the assembly bell. I waited until I believed all were present before beginning. I identified myself both as Jane Marie's intended and as the new boss at Whitlands. I introduced Jonah as the new overseer and Sarah, Samuel, and David as his assistants, which brought a stir since they had never seen, and probably could not imagine, a black man as the overseer. I further instructed them to obey Jonah and his assistants as they would me. I informed the slaves that we used the whip only in rare instances, but I made it clear we sold slaves who malingered or disobeyed and we expected hard work from them. In their presence, I told Jonah to ascertain if everyone had enough to eat, if any houses needed repairing, and if any illnesses needed doctoring, thereby committing to them our resolve to provide for them. I called the gang chiefs forward before stepping down from the stand. Gang chiefs are picked to lead other slaves in a particular endeavor, such as Silas, who was gang chief of the stables. Once on the ground, I stepped forward, introducing myself to each of them in turn and extending my hand to shake theirs. This, too, caused a buzz in the crowd for white and black men did not shake hands. However, Father believed, and I agreed, looking a man in the eye and shaking his hand takes his measure and is the beginning of a stronger and more productive relationship. I turned the meeting over to Jonah, who immediately told the crowd to disassemble and begin the day's chores. I walked toward the entrance gate where Father, with three pistols in his belt and a smile on his face, was standing with Jane Marie. He shook my hand and said, "Well done." I appreciated the accolade but Jane Marie's approving expression and her visible pride in me were a greater reward. She put her arm through mine as we walked back to The Manor. There we talked of Whitlands' business, with nary a word about personal matters, until breakfast was served. Mrs. Whitfield did not grace us with her presence. I chose myself to make the hard three hour ride to the county seat to report the theft of Whitlands' property. I carried two braces of pistols and a letter of authority to represent the plantation. When I arrived, I found the sheriff and related my story. He informed me that Witherspoon and his cohorts were in the town's public house. There he and his deputies promptly arrested the culprits and incarcerated them in the town's stockade to await their fate. I assembled Whitlands' purloined property, delivered it to the local stables for safekeeping, and informed both the sheriff and the stable-owner that two young black men named Samuel and David would call to collect our possessions. In less than an hour, I was on my way back to Whitlands. Upon my return, I gave Palmetto to Silas and instructed him to saddle me a new horse. I rode the property, making mental notes as to necessary changes. I found Father, stripped to the waist and with sweat gleaming on his body, talking to a group of slaves in the field. I suspect he was instructing them in the proper way to plant corn. I noted the garden area, much smaller than the one at Ironwood, needed expanding to provide enough vegetables to feed us all and that Whitlands suffered a shortage of poultry and cattle as well. By evening, we all were tired but exhilarated. I sponged off the road dust and joined Father and Jane Marie in the dining room of The Manor where they were talking before dinner. "Where is your mother?" Father asked. "She's taking her meals in her room," Jane Marie replied. Father's jaw set and twitched. "You are mistress of The Manor," he said to her. "I do not wish to appear to be rude, but I would like the authority to deal with this troublesome matter." "Meaning my mother?" Jane Marie asked. "Yes," Father said. It wasn't often a burr lodged under his saddle but Mrs. Whitfield clearly vexed him. "Why?" Jane Marie's question, equivocal and open-ended, raised all the issues between our respective parents. Father did not respond. Rather then hesitating for effect as he was wont to do, he was searching for the words. Jane Marie cut him short by saying, "She suffered mightily by my father's hand, didn't she?" Father nodded. "You love her, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, I do," he replied. "Full authority will shortly be yours, so take it now and do what you wish," she said. "Thank you, Jane Marie," Father answered sincerely. He turned to face the kitchen and bellowed, "Melissa." Quickly Melissa appeared. "Tell Mrs. Whitfield no more meals will be served to her room and tell her to come to the dining room for dinner at once," Father instructed. Melissa's eyes opened widely and she looked at Jane Marie, who said, "The two Mr. MacKenzies are in charge now, Melissa. Do as he says." "Yes, ma'am," Melissa said and hurried down the hall. We heard her relaying the message through the door. In a few moments, Melissa returned and said, "Missus Whitfield says she's not coming to dinner." "Go back and tell her if she doesn't appear by the second course, I will kick down her door and drag her out by her hair," Father said. "Oh, Mr. MacKenzie, I can't tell Missus Whitfield that," Melissa pleaded. "Go tell her," Father said emphatically. Melissa talked to herself as she again went to Mrs. Whitfield's bedroom. When she returned, she said, "Now Mr. MacKenzie, please don't get mad at me, but this is what she said to say to you. She said, 'Tell the brute I will be there shortly.'" "Thank you, Melissa," Father said. The poor woman ran from the room. Father was grinning and we grinned in response. "I think I'll have a drink," he said. He called for Ebony and gave her instructions. Shortly, she returned with three whiskies. "To Mary Elizabeth," Father said holding up his glass in the time honored signal for a toast. "To Mary Elizabeth," we chorused, touching our glasses to his. After the salad, we began the second course, which was pot roast with potatoes and vegetables, and the inevitable biscuits with butter and jam and strong tea. Mrs. Whitfield, who appeared as the plates were laid on the table, was properly dressed in a frock similar to Jane Marie's. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she looked emotionally drained. Father stood when he saw her, complimented her on her appearance, and held her chair for her. The dinner conversation did not flow smoothly. Mrs. Whitfield wished to be silent and Father insisted she participate. His desire for her and her resistance were bittersweet, for I truly believed they were good for each other. When dinner was complete, Father said, "Mary Elizabeth, let's sit on the front porch and talk for awhile." "No, thank you, Bruce," she replied. "I'm going to my room." It galled him, but he replied, "Certainly. Have a pleasant evening," as he held her chair and watched her walk away. He excused himself and departed by the front door. "I didn't mean to be abrupt with you last night," Jane Marie said. "I didn't take offense, but thank you for the apology." "I had a long talk with Mother today. She told me she never committed adultery. She also told me about your father proposing to her and about his offer to buy her freedom from my father. Did you know about that?" "Yes, I did," I replied. "She wanted to accept, but didn't because it wasn't morally correct. That says something positive and good about her, doesn't it?" I nodded. "She told me other things, too. I realize my father subtly poisoned my mind against her yet she never spoke out against him. That's one reason I believe her." "I hope you harbor no animosity toward her. She will always be your mother and in our lives." "As both mother and mother-in-law it appears," Jane Marie said with a wry smile. "I'm going to be with her now." She stood and I stood with her. She came against me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "I'm eagerly looking forward to our wedding night, my love," she whispered. She kissed me before walking toward the hall, where she stopped and turned back to me. "May Fancy spend the night with me? I miss her," she said. "Certainly. I'll send her in," I said. We bade each other sweet dreams. Ebony and Fancy were in front of the fire when I entered the guest house, with Fancy on her knees rubbing Ebony's back. "Where's Father?" I asked. "In his room, Master Robert," Fancy replied. Ebony rolled over to look up at me, which pulled her dress tight over her breasts. Knowing I was watching, she spread her legs, pulling the lower dress tight around them. "Jane Marie wants you to spend the night with her, Fancy. Go to her room." For only an instant, she smiled and looked happy and then her passive mask returned. "Yes, Master," she replied. She gathered a few items and hurried out the door. Ebony sat up and stared at me with hot eyes. "Ready for your switching?" I asked. "Please don't punish me, Master," she whispered in a sexy and yielding tone. Like a cat, she sprang up and wrapped her arms around my waist with her breasts hot on my chest. One hand slid down to stroke my manhood. "Let me please you, Master. I'll be so good to you, your head will rumble with dreams of me." The door to Father's bedroom opened and he stuck his head out. Ebony, looking very guilty, stepped back from me. "Oh, good. You're here." He was grinning as he walked into the center room wearing only his trousers. "Is Ebony trying to seduce you out of her punishment?" "Yes, sir, but it won't work." "You shouldn't have told her. I'll bet you she'd be quite rewarding as she played her tricks to win you over." "She's quite rewarding anyway," I replied. "I know she is if she is anything like her mother," Father said. His eyes were on her and his voice neutral when he said, "But, unlike her mother, Ebony has not learned the virtue of fidelity to the man who is her lover or that her loyalty should be doubled if her lover is also her owner." Ebony was still as a mouse, her only movement being her eyes as they flicked between Father and me. Father's face and tone softened as he said, "Or perhaps she has learned wantonness is more pleasing to some masters than loyalty, particularly if her master enjoyed watching her copulate with his friends as Edward did." Father faced me, with his profile to her, and her frightened eyes fell on me. "I told you Ebony had Edward and two slave-men as lovers before you, but Patience informed me that was incorrect. It seems Edward gave Ebony to all of his friends except me for their temporary use and enjoyment, and she did not go to the two bucks voluntarily but as a reward given to them by Edward." He turned to face her. "Is that information correct?" he asked. "Yes, Master Bruce," she whispered. "Did you enjoy the others?" he asked. When Ebony did not answer, Father continued, saying, "Clearly she is deciding which answer she thinks will most please us rather than tell us the truth. Whether slave or free, all woman face that dilemma, but the burden of the slave woman might be greater, for she faces the pain of whipping or sale if she displeases her man. So she must decide - does she share with her lover the secrets of her heart and risk his displeasure, or hide them, telling him only what she thinks he wishes to hear?" He turned, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "We start early again in the morning. We have a lot to do and I leave for Ironwood at mid-day. Good night, Robert." "Good night, Father," I said. He walked to his bedroom door, quickly turned, and smiled at Ebony. Shyly, she smiled in return. "Good night, Ebony," he said. "Good night, Master Bruce," she answered softly and half-curtsied to him. Ebony and I faced each other, neither speaking but communicating non-verbally. I took her hand and led her into my bedroom to find a fire laid, the bed turned back, and a sturdy branch about four feet long and with its bark stripped lying across the bed. In the room's deep silence, broken only by the fire's crackling, she began unbuttoning my tunic. Except for her hands undressing me, we neither touched nor spoke. When I was bare, I visited the outer-house and returned to find her as I left her. She slowly raised her dress over her head to reveal her splendor. Her face during this time wore questions interspersed with introspection, changing landscapes of the terrain of her mind. "Do you deserve a switching, Ebony?" I asked. "I don't know, Master." "Why?" "I don't know what pleases you or what displeases you, Master." "You'll learn," I said. I picked up the switch and she stood still as a statue, with goose bumps prickling her breasts and arms. I lay the switch's shaft on her calf. She gasped and raised her arms over her head to fold them as she clasped elbows with hands, exposing her body to my weapon. I was acutely aware that her eager yielding fueled my lust. Her willingness and readiness to accept my domination, as her body and face alike confirmed, made my spear throb like a boil. As I slowly slid the switch up the outer curves of her shapely leg and over the rise of her hip, I contemplated both her reaction and mine, for her desire to be roughly conquered was obvious and the power of my own need to subdue her made my hand shake. I slowly trailed the switch up her side and she squirmed in a powerful combination of pleasure and terror that reflected in her face and the rigidity of her nipples. I cupped her sex. Her mouth opened and her legs parted, offering me access to either if I chose. Her sex was moist, telling of her desire for my manhood to enter her there. I leaned against her and her eyes stared hopefully into mine. "Do you want to be switched?" I asked. "No, Master, but I have angered you and I expect to be switched," she said. "That was two times a lie. Lie one is that you do want it. You see, slave-girl, I am learning to read your signs. And lie two is that you said you would tell me how to please you sexually, but you didn't." Tears formed in her eyes and her lower lip quivered. I stepped back and laid the staff on her nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bowed her back to caress the thin branch with her breast. I was contemplating this strange mystery of a woman seeking her pleasure from her pain, and a slave-girl reveling in her slavery, when her eyes opened and she stared at me with a deep hunger. "Does the idea of being switched make you eager for sex?" I said quietly. "Sometimes, Master Robert," she murmured huskily. I wished to elevate her pleasure, and mine, to the greatest heights, yet I had no desire to bring her needless pain for, unlike Father, I felt Ebony would be loyal to a master who treated her well. "Then sometime I will switch you for both our pleasures," I said as I dropped the switch. "But not now." She leapt against me with her hands around my neck, her mouth pressed against mine, and her body grinding into me. As quickly, she dropped to the floor on hands and knees, with her buttocks toward me and her knees widely spread. "Hurry, Master. Take me this way, like a dog humping a bitch, drive your cock into your slave-bitch and fuck her hard." Her bud was fully open, covered in its own dew secreted to such an extent drops fell to the floor below her, when I grabbed the bones of her hips and drove into her with all my force. Immediately, her trembling signaled her climax as she screamed, "Master." Her reward was stronger than I had experienced, lasting longer and with more force, with gasping and moaning and pressure around my shaft like a clasping hand until her head flopped to the floor with a thud. Still I was in her, rutting hard in her slickness. "Yes, Master. Keep fucking my slave-girl cunt," she moaned softly. Her sex slowly tightened around my presence and she drove her hips back hard and stopped. She groaned and went limp, falling to the floor, which pulled my red and wet manhood from her the instant before it exploded. I watched cords of my sperm fly to land on her back and hair before I fell on her, too spent to move. In the night, I awakened when the dying embers of the fire were insufficient to heat us adequately. I lifted Ebony, put her in the bed, crawled in beside her, and covered us over. In the morning, Ebony awakened me in the most pleasurable way with her full lips around my manhood, before mounting me to move only the muscles of her sex, laying with her breasts pressed into my chest and her head by mine. Resting and waiting in the damp heat and rhythmic stimulation she provided, my manhood became overaroused, compelling me to roll her over and consummate our coupling with force and speed. Father, Jane Marie, and I were in fine spirits at breakfast, but Mrs. Whitfield's absence galled him although he did not demand her presence as he had at the prior meal. He seemed, for the moment, to accept his fate as a spurned lover. After breakfast, I first gave Samuel and David their papers of passage and dispatched them to retrieve our belongings from the stable-master in town. Jonah, Sarah, Father, and I met to discuss Whitland's condition. Jonah advised me that the slaves' food was limited in both amount and diversity and we all agreed expansion of the garden was a high priority. While Sarah was mistress of the Great House at Ironwood, she also was responsible for the garden. In truth, she enjoyed that endeavor more than others, so I charged her with the task. I gave Father my opinion that poultry and cattle were in short supply and asked that he sell us our needs from the herds at Ironwood, to which he agreed. I assigned Sarah the extra duty of determining how many hens, roosters, and milk cows Whitlands needed. Jonah stated his belief that Whitlands' slaves were a placid and basically lazy lot who cared not how much was produced but only how little they worked. Father's presence in the field, however, had been an example to a few of them, whose effort had increased. We all agreed increased effort was essential if Whitlands was to both maintain crop sales to produce income and remediate substandard conditions of its buildings, including slaves' houses, and equipment. We discussed other issues and laid plans before Father mounted Liberty and returned to Ironwood. ***** For a fortnight from that point, I was master of Whitlands, spending my days learning the operations and making decisions that would impact the future of owners and slaves alike. The most sensitive issues dealt with organization and management of the slaves themselves as Jonah and I rewarded or punished them to best serve our needs, although that punishment was only reduction from a position of authority together with a reprimand, and nothing of a corporeal nature. Our decisions quickly bore fruit, as the new gang chiefs proved eager and energetic to assist in building Whitlands' operations. I addressed the assembled slaves on several occasions. They were well aware they lacked sufficient vegetables, eggs, and grains, but had reasoned incorrectly that these shortages were due to Whitfield consumption or sales to other plantations. I explained that the cause was insufficient production and that while we would provide more space for the garden and chickens and cows, they must provide the effort to tend and collect the foodstuffs. I dined with Jane Marie twice a day and my feelings for her and desire to wed continued to grow. Mrs. Whitfield asked to receive her meals in her rooms, but Jane Marie and I agreed to deny her that request, so she dined with us. We watched her slowly recoup from the sea changes in her life. Fortunately, the poison that infested her system seemed to have vanished. Fancy was happier now that she was living in the guest room in The Manor located next door to Jane Marie's room. Ebony was the one, however, who seemed to change the most. The night following her aborted switching when we two retired to the guest house, she called me Bobby, becoming only the second person in my life, the other being Jane Marie, to use that familiarity. That test of our relationship, confirmed by the burning questions in her demeanor as she spoke, was the first of many small tests she gave me. I took no step to stop her. She always was deferential and correct outside of that house and she did not take advantage of my good nature therein. As she slowly found me to be honest and generous with her, her inherent good nature repaid my kindnesses and I reaped my reward, for a joyful and contented Ebony is a reward indeed, a woman whose passion at night multiplied to our mutual enjoyment. ***** Father returned to Whitlands fourteen days after he departed, arriving hale and hearty to join Jonah and me for the noonday meal, which was only bread and tea as was our practice. He announced he had acquired the poultry, cattle, and swine we needed and his acquisitions were on the road under the care of James, Ironwood's overseer. He brought me up to date on events at Ironwood, most importantly my dear sister, Elizabeth. I, in turn, informed him of the changes at Whitlands, including our progress in the fields, the expansion of the garden, and the attitudes and actions of the slaves. We toured the plantation to examine every aspect of its operations and to introduce him to the new gang chiefs. Jane Marie warmly welcomed Father's return. At dinner that night, Mrs. Whitfield joined us to sit at Father's right as Jane Marie sat at mine. The dinner discussion was primarily of our wedding, now less than three weeks away. While Mrs. Whitfield joined us in conversation, she was quiet and passive, deferring to the rest of us in any decision needing to be made. Father did not abruptly command her attention as I expected, but was gentle as a mother to a newborn with her. When dessert was through, Mrs. Whitfield stood and said, "I'm going to my room now." "I want to talk with you, Mary Elizabeth," Father said gently. "We can talk tomorrow, Bruce," she replied with more strength than I saw in her all evening. Clearly disappointed, he nonetheless acquiesced and bade her good night. Jane Marie kissed me warmly, excused herself, and went up the stairs to her room. Father and I called for a whiskey, which Ebony served. We talked of the farm and its management as we sipped our drinks. When we left for the guest house, Ebony went with us, walking a few feet behind me, and Fancy went to her room upstairs. Upon entering, Father fell back on the chesterfield and I sat beside him. Ebony laid the fire and stoked it to life before kneeling as my feet to remove my boots. "I sense a change between you two," Father said. Ebony raised her head and smiled at me. "Yes," I said. "These two weeks have been good for us." "Does Ebony understand her wantonness is only a blessing if she lets you control it, Robert?" Father asked. "Ask her, Father," I said and he repeated his question to her. "May I talk freely, Master Robert?" Ebony asked me. "Yes, you may," I answered. She sat back with her buttocks against her heels and her knees together primly with the skirt of her dress loose around her legs. Her face was intent, her intelligence evident, as she spoke. "You said once, Master Bruce, that I was thinking about what to say rather than saying what I felt. That was true, but now I will say what is and what was and what I feel. I do so only because I now trust my master." She looked from Father to me and continued. "I obey him and want to please him not out of fear as I did with Master Edward but because I care for him and want him to be pleased with me." She took a deep breath, turned toward Father again, and said, "When I had my first time of the month, my mother told me Master Edward would make a woman of me and that I, as his slave and his woman, had only one purpose in life - to please him. She told me of sex and what to expect. I was horrified to be taken by my master and yet thrilled I was to belong to him as my mother did, for I had seen them together many times. "He came for me in the middle of the night, yanking me from my bed, and dragging me from my home to tie me to the slave's tree. My mother and my sister held lamps for light as he tore my clothes from me and whipped me with a small whip." Father and I were both shocked at her revelations concerning Edward Whitfield. "He whipped all of me, but seemed to take special thrill in punishing my female parts. As he whipped me, he continually told me that I would be wanton and over-willing, always eager to obey his every command, and I would please him and all men he let use me. He said he would kill me slowly if I displeased him. He forced his manhood into me, tearing the seal of my sex. After he took his pleasure, he told Mother to let me hang there until daybreak." Ebony's eyes were unseeing as she spoke and tears slid down her cheeks to wet her dress where it swelled over her breasts. When she looked at me, I was truly touched by the depth of her feeling. "I was allowed to heal before he first called for me. When I went to him, my only thoughts were pleasing him, for I had no desire to die. I pleased Master Edward beyond his expectations, and doing that was very important to my well-being. My surprise was how much I enjoyed sex, whether because of my violent initiation or in spite of it, I didn't know. You asked me if I enjoyed being given to others. Yes, I enjoyed it, and I enjoyed my master watching me as I pleased his friends. Like my mother before me, I am a sensual woman who finds great reward in pleasuring a man." Her introspection gone and her intensity burning brightly, she held Father's gaze. "I suspect, Master Bruce, that you believe me incapable of being faithful to one man." He nodded. "You are wrong, sir. I can be faithful and will be faithful to a man I trust and care for and who cares for me." She looked at me with the same intensity and raw, honest emotion. "That man is you, Master Robert. If you tell me to touch no man but you, I will happily do it. But if you tell me to pleasure another man because it pleases you, I will obey because it pleases me to please you." She looked downward and trembled. I lifted her chin to force her eyes to mine. "I believe and appreciate your honest and forthright disclosures," I said. "You have earned no enmity from me for them." "Nor from me, Ebony," Father said. "I apologize for misjudging you." "Thank you, Masters," she whispered. "I'll leave you two alone," Father said. As he started to rise, Ebony seized his hand and kissed the back of it. I guided her into our bedroom where she disrobed me before removing her simple dress and tossing it aside. She lay back on the bed and welcomed me into her. Our couplings were different that night, less heated but deeper in emotion, until she slept in my arms. I must admit, to these pages if no one else, as she lay next to me with her breath warm on my throat, that I would consider myself lucky to have in my betrothed the depth of feeling I had from and for Ebony. I awakened early the next morning to find Ebony awake with her leg over mine, her soft hand resting on my chest as she watched me apprehensively. "Good morning, Master," she whispered. Her lips brushed my cheek. "Good morning," I replied as I turned my face to hers and met her lips with mine. "Have I displeased you, Master?" she whispered. "How would you have displeased me?" I asked. "Most men would punish their slave-girl for admitting she enjoyed being given to others." "In truth, your open and honest emotions pleased me very much." "Thank you." The sound of the letter "B' escaped before she sealed her lips. "You are welcome to use my Christian name when we are alone, but it is proper to call me Master when others are present." "I know, Bobby," she whispered. She nestled more firmly against me and I turned toward her, letting my hard shaft rest on her leg. "Are you going to have me now?" she asked hopefully. "Answer this question first. In your openness with me, you failed to address the pain you sought that night when I held the switch against your body." Ebony quivered and her fear of having her feelings exposed shown in her eyes. "I can read your signs now, Ebony. I can tell what you want and when you lie to me." She nodded and exhaled sharply. "Great pain, like when Master Edward whipped me before he first took me, is only pain and no girl wants that, but...." Her sly and sensual expression transformed her face. "Sometimes a little pain is only a touch more than pleasure and increases the pleasure when they are given one after the other." "Like a spanking?" She squirmed as if feeling my hand on her backside. "Yes, like that." "Or like a switch if applied with finesse." "Or like that, too." I slid my hand down her front to pass through her dark hair and stroke her cunt to find it wet with her juices. "Thinking of me or a spanking?" I asked. "I'm thinking of you spanking me, and then holding me down and fucking me, Bobby. I'll tell you another secret. We like our men to use the words of sex when they're in us, or when they contemplate being there." "Like now, when I say, 'I'm going to spank your sweet ass and then fuck you hard." "Yes. Like that," she said as her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she squirmed to get it closer to her sex. "Robert, it is time for breakfast," Father said as he rapped on the door. "Coming, Father," I replied. "I'll redden your ass and fuck your hot cunt later, my sweet Ebony," I whispered in her ear. She was all soft, sexy smiles and hot eyes as we dressed. To be continued

MACKENZIE'S JOURNAL III Whitlands Father and I arose early to bathe by moonlight in the cool waters of the pond behind The Manor. Fancy held an oil lamp and exerted considerable effort to avoid looking at us. I thought it strange she was reticent to see our male equipment when Ebony was anxious to both see and take a man inside herself. Dawn found us dressed and ready to meet with Overseer Witherspoon, a sour, fat white-man, before our later breakfast meeting with Mary Elizabeth Whitfield. We instructed Patience, Ebony, and Fancy to ready our baggage and all their possessions for the return trip to Ironwood, for we planned to leave immediately upon the latter meeting's completion. Plantations, successful ones at least, do not begin their day with the rising of the sun. By sunrise, they buzz like a beehive, with all slaves fed and at their work - the field slaves in the field, the seamstresses at their sewing, the cooks in their kitchen cleaning up from the first meal of the day and preparing for the others, and the servants polishing and readying the house for the Master and Mistress. At Ironwood, the blacksmiths sweated in the bright heat of the forge during the dead of night to avoid the added heat of the day. Yet, at Whitlands, all was quiet and calm before dawn, our first sign the plantation was improperly operated. Witherspoon was waiting for us in front of The Manor, hat in hand and his demeanor shouting his discomfort. Within a few minutes, Father and I had ascertained his management was shoddy and his organization misfitted to the many tasks to be performed. Within an hour, we had a solid idea of necessary changes. We instructed him to have the buckboard loaded and waiting, and Liberty ready for the trip. We then returned to The Manor's front porch to sit and discuss what we had learned. Father had begun my tutelage in farm management as early as I could remember. At an age when most children played with a nanny, I accompanied him to meetings or to evaluate fields or buy horses or cattle. I was instructed to save my questions until he and I were alone, and I complied, but once alone he never failed to take the time necessary to fully answer all I asked. My schooling included monographs on farming as well as the classics. More importantly, I did all the farm chores, sometimes working under Father's or Jonah's practiced eye until I dropped where I stood, too exhausted to move. I can remember Father carrying me in his arms when I was younger, to lay me down on my bed as I was dressed and cover me over to sleep. The other sub-overseers, who were also slaves, took an interest in my education as well, proudly sharing their particular skills with me. I relished it all-the knowledge, the experiences, the challenges, and, most importantly, Father's attention and approval. He did not hesitate to tell me when I erred and when I succeeded, delivering all comments in a positive manner intended to speed my own development. For my part, I was an active and eager student, absorbing instruction like a sponge. While I had much to learn, I felt confident, as we sat on Whitland's porch that day, in discussing any farm issue with him. We agreed Whitlands was sorely in need of new hands on its reins. I heard the soft click of leather heels on the porch's oaken timbers and turned to see Jane Marie, who was dressed in white, her black hair bound high on her head. "Good morning, beautiful lady," I said to her as I stood. "Good morning, Bobby. Good morning, Mr. MacKenzie," she replied. She took my hands, raised her lips to mine, and gave me a quick kiss. "Breakfast is ready, gentlemen," she said. We accompanied her inside to the dining room to find Mrs. Whitfield and Mr. Burlingame waiting for us. Each bade us good morning before Mrs. Whitfield graciously asked Father to take the head of the table and I the foot. She placed herself on Father's right and Jane Marie at mine, with Mr. Burlingame on Father's left. Jane Marie's dress was a simple frock - thin straps over her shoulders, a wide pink ribbon under her breasts that continued around and tied in back, and a free flowing skirt below the ribbon. She was a beautiful vision. Mrs. Whitfield was dressed more formally, heavily corseted to narrow her waist and lift her ample bosom, no doubt to attract the male eye. As the servants served us a typical plantation breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits with butter and jam, and strong tea, we passed small talk. My beloved was sparkling, with bright happy eyes. Mr. Burlingame was reserved and professional. Father was his normal vigorous self. Surprisingly, Mrs. Whitfield demonstrated a warmth of heart and lightness of spirit I had never observed in her, as if a heavy weight was gone from her soul. I contemplated Father's comments and my observations of her, especially at Mr. Whitfield's funeral where she shed no tears and appeared to be relieved when his coffin was in the grave. Watching her interplay with Father, I realized they were flirting, and, while she took the lead, he matched her measure for measure, joyfully participating in their play. It dawned on me that he had long lived his life as a widower, seeking sexual fulfillment in the slave-mistresses he chose to warm his bed, and had neither sought nor found a woman of his class to share his life. I had always thought him complete, but maybe he had a void needing to be filled. He certainly had opportunities to find a new wife. His friends often appeared at Ironwood, one or more couples for parties or simply an evening or two, but always with an extra woman in tow to be introduced to him as a possible wife. When breakfast was over and the sweet cakes served, Father changed the conversation by saying, "We have a wedding to plan. Have you two talked about it?" "Yes, Father," I replied. "We would like to be married as soon as possible." "Why?" Mrs. Whitfield asked. I was not presumptuous enough to say what was in my mind, for that would be, "Because your daughter and I are quite anxious to frolic in bed." Rather I said, "We are ready to begin our life together, Mrs. Whitfield." She looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, we are, Mother. We were thinking of the middle of April," Jane Marie said. "Oh, my, that is much too early," Mrs. Whitfield exclaimed. "We have cakes to make and The Manor to ready. And dresses? How is Cleopatra doing on your dress?" "Further along than you realize. If she could devote full time to it, it would be ready in a week," Jane Marie answered. "She doesn't have that kind of time," Mrs. Whitfield demurred. "Ironwood and I would happily provide additional seamstresses to speed the conclusion of the dresses, and our house staff could be made available to assist in The Manor's readying," Father said. "Thank you, Mr. MacKenzie. We accept," Jane Marie interjected before her mother could answer. "So mid- to late-April is acceptable as a date?" I asked. "I don't think so," Mrs. Whitfield replied. "You two are rushing things." "As would I," Father said with a gentle smile. "Relent, Mary Elizabeth, and let them have their April wedding. Surely you remember the terrible impetuosity of youth?" "Only too well, Bruce." She exhaled and studied the plate on the table before her before gazing at us once again. "All right. April it is, but you three have manipulated me into this and I expect full and complete support in the preparations." After we all pledged our cooperation, the wedding date was set for the last Saturday in April, a scant six weeks away. When Mr. Burlingame suggested the rapidity of the wedding might encourage some to think the bride was in a family way, Jane Marie bristled and stated time would prove such gossip to be both incorrect and malicious. Another piece of advice Father had given me on our long ride from Ironwood was to let the women take the lead in planning the wedding and object only if some factor was onerous to me. With agreement reached as to the actual date of the service itself, our discussion proceeded that way, with mother and daughter discussing and Father and I agreeing. The wedding planning was complete as to this part that needed our male input. Much was still to be done, but the ladies and their staffs would deal with the details. Father started to change the conversation, but Jane Marie interrupted. "Excuse me, Mr. MacKenzie, but I have one more matter - a very important matter - concerning my wedding, which I feel we must address now. I want Patience, Ebony, and Fancy to be invited." "No," her mother said stonily. "Yes, mother," Jane Marie said firmly. "I would rather have them present and no other guests than them not attend." I knew Jane Marie was a strong-willed and high-spirited woman and felt assured we would clash from time to time as we traveled the road of life together, but at that moment I was proud of her for addressing an issue important to her and doubly proud for her confrontation of her mother. Her tight squeezing of my hand beneath the table told me it was not easy for her. But her lovely jaw was set and the fire in her eyes equaled the storm in her mother's. Mrs. Whitfield girded her loins and began to speak, her right index finger poised to thrust like a rapier. "Mary Elizabeth," Father said quietly but with a commanding firmness. "Why don't we defer this particular question until later?" We three observers waited with baited breath as the combatants faced each other in silent conflict. When I saw her look down and her shoulders sag an inch, I knew Father had won this battle but the war had just begun. "Certainly, Bruce. It was not I who raised the issue," Mrs. Whitfield said. All eyes were on Jane Marie. I silently mouthed, "Later" to her, and she said a begrudging, "All right. We can defer it to later." Father directed the conversation to Whitlands' operations. He made it clear, and Mr. Burlingame confirmed without reservation, that management of Whitlands was his and no one else's for the period of five years as his contract with Mr. Whitfield provided. I had no problems with this arrangement. Father not only shared Ironwood's books of accounts with me, he had taught me how to prepare and understand them. Ironwood was indeed profitable. I had full confidence in Father's ability to manage Whitlands and my ability to do so under his direction. When questioned as to his plans for the conduct of Whitlands' business, he demurred, saying his plans were incomplete, and the others didn't press the matter. Father once again redirected us. "Have you told Jane Marie about Edward's will?" he asked. "I've told her enough," Mrs. Whitfield replied. "You haven't mentioned it to me, Mother," Jane Marie said. "Now isn't a good time to discuss it," her mother said. Father wrapped his large, rough hand over Mrs. Whitfield's small, soft one and said, "I think we should do it now because Stanley is here to guide our understanding." The battle was shorter this time. She capitulated to Father and instructed Mr. Burlingame to explain the ramifications of Mr. Whitfield's will. In essence, Whitlands and all its assets, including The Manor, were bequeathed to Jane Marie in trust, with only a stipend from Whitlands' profits and her personal possessions being left to Mrs. Whitfield. Mr. Burlingame was trustee of Jane Marie's estate until she married, at which time the trust terminated and the assets became the direct property of Jane Marie and her husband, which, under South Carolina law, the husband managed. Mr. Burlingame summarized the situation by saying that while Jane Marie owned Whitlands, and she and Mrs. Whitfield shared Whitlands' profits, Father's contract of management gave him sole authority over operations until his contract terminated. Essentially, Mrs. Whitfield was to be homeless and without sufficient funds to maintain her quality of life, unless her daughter - and the daughter's husband after marriage - provided for her well-being, or unless she remarried and moved to the home of her new husband. The impact of the new economic relationship between mother and daughter left both dumb as they considered its implications. I watched Father studying the Widow Whitfield with a singular intensity. I wondered if he played a part in Mr. Whitfield's leaving his wife in this unenviable position, and, if so, were his machinations to bring Whitlands to our family or Mrs. Whitfield to his side? If not, was Father only availing himself of an opportunity? Father certainly was capable of such shrewdness, although I did not think him capable of a callous disregard for Mrs. Whitfield and her well-being. Mrs. Whitfield was an attractive and socially adept woman with only her vituperous nature against her. Father's comments about her were not unlike my own about Jane Marie, raising the question if he, too, was enamored with a woman and frustrated with her behavior. For her part, I wondered if Mrs. Whitfield's desire to postpone the wedding was to postpone her day of reckoning, for surely she anticipated maneuvering Jane Marie for her own benefit as long as Jane Marie was single. "Mother and I should discuss this later," Jane Marie said. Mrs. Whitfield shivered from the coolness in her daughter's tone. She turned to Father who smiled reassuringly and squeezed her hand. "It is time for us to depart," he said. "I'll return Friday to begin my management of the operations here. In the meantime, Witherspoon will continue as he has been." "We'll have the guest house ready for you," Mrs. Whitfield replied. "Will Robert be joining you?" "Yes, he will." "And your slaves?" The question appeared innocent, but was not. "I'd like to see Ebony and Fancy," Jane Marie interjected. "Then they will come," I said and Mrs. Whitfield's eyes scolded me. "Robert, shall we take our leave?" Father asked me as he stood. Witherspoon was in front of The Manor holding Liberty's reins. Father spoke with him before mounting. A slave held the reins of the buckboard with our three acquisitions, their few possessions, and our own baggage aboard. To Mrs. Whitfield's chagrin, Jane Marie rushed to Ebony and Fancy and whispered something to them. When she finished, I kissed my intended good-bye, climbed into the driver's seat, and took the reins. Father doffed his hat and bowed to Mrs. Whitfield, received a sincere smile tinged with concern and a nod of her head in return, and spurred Liberty down the road. I popped the reins, called to my team, and followed. We maintained a hard and steady pace for several hours before Father signaled a halt and dismounted beside the road near a small pond. He instructed the slaves to water the horses. As they lugged the water bucket to and from the pond, Father and I walked a bit to both ease our backsides and distance ourselves from their ears. "Have you divined my intentions?" he asked. "It may be presumptuous of me to give my thoughts," I replied. "Presume," he commanded. "You are going to marry Mrs. Whitfield, move her to Ironwood with you, and leave Jane Marie and me at Whitlands." "My God, was I that transparent?" he chuckled. "I think not. I think you are that shrewd," he complimented. "What else?" "You know I need a good and strong hand to assist me, so you will provide a new overseer you trust for Whitlands." "Who?" "Jonah." "Who will oversee Ironwood?" "James," I replied, referring to the assistant overseer. "Well done. You are correct on all counts," he said. "Now let me tell you why I want to wed a shrew like Mary Elizabeth Whitfield." His desire to wed her did not surprise me, although his voicing the desire did bring me to a halt for a moment. He turned to face me and his face was intense. "Edward and Mary Elizabeth had a marriage made in Hell, as I am sure you are aware. Their mutual dislike began early and grew until it was a venomous hatred. I, more than anyone else, knew the depth of their feelings for they both chose to take me into their confidence. Because our fathers were friends, Edward and I knew each other since childhood and we shared the common bond of farm ownership. Mary Elizabeth had no other ear to bend and I was a good listener." Father stared at me with such intensity and for such a length of time as to bring me severe discomfort. "I think I can trust you with these confidences, Robert, which I share only to explain my position and clarify circumstances impacting you." "You know me better than to question my silence," I said. I was wounded he thought me unworthy of his confidence. "I'm sorry," he replied sincerely. "Yes, I know I can trust you." He looked away to gather his thoughts. "Do you understand the implications of adultery?" "Other than 'Thou shall not commit adultery,' I do not," I answered. "The ancient Israelites were given that dictum, passed it on to us, and the State of South Carolina, indeed most of the states, have carried it into law and provided severe penalties for those who violate it. Juries have further modified the law until today men are never prosecuted for adultery unless issues of class and race impact the situation. For women, the law provides severe retribution and the juries have gone farther. No man has ever been punished for any action taken against his wife for her adultery and only a few times has the husband been punished for actions taken against his wife's lover." "He can do anything with her?" I asked. "Yes, from divorce to whipping to killing her. Legally, it is a one-sided issue, but the emotional penalties are as severe as the legal ones and as varied as the participants. Adultery can quickly drain the heart, leaving it dry and brittle or worse, make it a continually bleeding and festering sore." Father hesitated, as he is prone to do in these revelations, and I patiently waited. "Edward believed Mary Elizabeth was an adulteress and he believed it for years." "Was she?" I asked. "She was not. I'm sure of that." "Then why did he think it?" "He told me she possessed a large carnal appetite and a ribald enjoyment of pleasures of the flesh. He believed no woman of her position could be that sexual and remain loyal to her husband, which is, unfortunately, a commonly held misconception. It is a foolish untruth because neither race nor class dictates enjoyment of one's sexuality, and the notion presupposes the woman has no honor or strength of will, but Edward believed it and that was enough for him." "Why didn't he divorce her or turn her over to the authorities?" "He did not divorce to avoid the embarrassment of appearing to be a cuckold and he did not call in the authorities for he had no proof. Instead, he punished her in his own cruel and insidious way." "Look at our three slaves," he continued. We both turned to watch those women. "Fancy is a sexless and frightened little mouse. Ebony is a wanton. If she were white, she would be a courtesan or a prostitute, depending on her status and circumstances. Patience is a beautiful lady with a well-developed sensuality she understands and, more importantly, enjoys. If she were white, men would make a week's ride to court her and lay fortunes at her feet as an incentive to wed, but she is black and a slave. She understands her slavery, accepts it graciously, and is fulfilled being the mistress of a white man she trusts to protect and provide for her. "While Patience's body is slave, her feminine heart is free. Edward made Mary Elizabeth a slave, binding her feminine heart with society's mores and the web he wove around her to restrain her more tightly than steel or ropes. Surely, her unhappy prison makes her poorer than the slave-woman he threw in her face, for Mary Elizabeth must face the world appearing to be free yet shackled beneath the scold's mask she wears. Despite the years of her husband's treatment, I believe Mary Elizabeth's heart is not empty, but contains an untapped store of love and desire only waiting for the right man to insert the key and partake of her bounty. I want to be that man." Father studied me as he spoke and, while I tried to affect a blandness of expression, I had not yet mastered my face's reflections of my thoughts. "Go ahead, Son, say it," Father said. "How do you know she didn't commit adultery?" "Two years after your mother's death, I offered myself to her. I even proposed that I approach Edward about a divorce, buying her freedom if need be. She rejected the idea, saying she would not seek divorce no matter how difficult her circumstances and she would never stoop to adultery. I believed her. And I admired her for upholding her high standards in so onerous a situation. Now she is a widow and free to marry whomever she chooses. I will see she chooses me." I pondered his comments as I watched the three slaves idly chatting beside the buckboard. It seemed Father was correct, for they appeared freer and happier than Mrs. Whitfield. Certainly, Ebony enjoyed our couplings with an uninhibited lust, and I suspected Patience did likewise with Father. This morning at breakfast as Mrs. Whitfield flirted with Father was the only time I could remember seeing joy on her face. We rode hard the rest of day to arrive late at Ironwood. The plantation was asleep when we arrived, so Father, as was his practice, announced our arrival with a single shot from his pistol. Quickly, slaves arrived to transport baggage and care for the horses who had well-earned their rest. Eliza, James' wife, came running to assist Sarah in the house, if need be. While we were gone, Sarah, Jonah's wife and our household manager, and her daughter, Constance Anne, stayed in the Great House with Elizabeth, my sister. Constance Anne was only three months older than Elizabeth and the two thirteen-year-olds were close. Elizabeth bounded out of the house to welcome us, with Constance Anne close on her heels. Seeing the two together made me think of the relationship of Jane Marie and Fancy, but I had scant time to ponder as Elizabeth jumped on me, threw her arms around me, and gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek before dropping to the ground and demanding an introduction to the three slaves we transported. Before the storm passed and quiet returned, all were introduced to all. We arranged a meeting with Jonah and Sarah for the morning. Sarah then returned to her home and left Constance Anne to finish the night in Elizabeth's room, while Patience, Ebony and Fancy were ensconced in the small room formerly occupied by Pearly Bright. I said goodnight to Fancy and Patience, told Ebony to follow me, and led her upstairs to the room that was mine since I was born. I had dreamed of having women in this room with me, and those women were as varied as my fertile imagination. "This is your room?" she asked, peering around her. "It is. And this is my bed." "I'll be the first girl with you in that bed," she said happily. Ebony leered at me and I responded by reddening. "The first real girl. Did you think about women when you played with yourself, Master?" she teased as she leaned into me with her breasts against my chest and her hand cupping the growing bulge in my trousers. "Yes, but tonight you will do the playing with me," I said. "Of course." She began unbuttoning my tunic. "Tell me about some of your imaginary women, baby," she said. At that moment, I was green with envy of her free and open carnality, but I did not wish to discuss my masturbatory fantasies with her. I changed the subject. "You, Patience, and Fancy speak proper English unlike any other slaves I have known," I said. "Tell me about that." "My grandmother was a house servant to a lawyer and his wife who insisted their slaves speak properly. Momma told me the slaves practiced for hours on end, and since she heard only proper English, it came easily for her. She lived there until she was twelve or so and her owner sold her to Mr. Whitfield's father who gave her to him. Like her own mother, Momma insisted we speak properly." She gently pushed me to sit down on the bed and knelt to remove my boots. "I can speak like the other slaves, if you prefer," she continued. "No, I like the way you talk." "Thank you, Master. Please stand." I stood and she began to unbutton my trousers. "Is Miss Janey one of the women in your mind who has been with you here?" she asked. "Many times," I said with a sigh. "She loves you," Ebony said and her tone confirmed she was stating a simple fact. "She dreams of you, too." She looked up at me and her dark eyes shone. "She thinks of you when she plays with herself." "She what?" I exclaimed. "Women play with themselves, Master. We do it all the time." "I'd like to see that," I said. "Tell me when, Master." She looked down to finish my buttons, tugged on my trousers, and I stepped out of them. "Who is Master thinking of now?" she whispered throatily as she caressed my rigid manhood when it popped free of its restraints. "You." "Not some other slave girl?" "No. I'm thinking of you." "But Master has thought about others with him in his room?" "Yes." "Did she look like me?" "You are much prettier. And smarter. I suspect you please a man better than she." "Oh, I'm sure of that," Ebony growled. "Master?" "Yes?" "When you thought of her, did you think of her doing this?" With a hand around my shaft, she touched her pursed lips to the crown of my manhood, and with excruciating slowness, inserted it into the wet hotness of her mouth, creating a new and delightful feeling adding to my rapidly growing repertoire of sexual pleasures. Watching Ebony perform her magic as she knelt between my legs, I knew her supplication and the feeling of power it created in me was a significant part of my pleasure, as being taken was of hers. "Stop," I commanded, and Ebony sat back from me, looking up with questioning eyes. "Undress," I said. She rose, discarded her dress, knelt, and reached for my manhood. Quickly, she returned to her task and my needs flamed. I placed my hands on her head and urged her to take in more of me until my cock's head rested at the back of her throat. I pulled her head toward my crotch but my manhood made no further progress into her mouth. When I ceased my pressure, she popped my cock from her mouth, and said, "I can't swallow it, baby. You're too big, but I can still please you this way." She returned in earnest, making slurping sounds as tongue and lips and hands sped me toward a ready completion. I felt the surging in my loins and the fiery passage down my cock's length as my reward flowed out of me and into her willing mouth. I flopped back on the bed, pulling me from her. She crawled up and resumed her oral ministrations, which maintained the hardness of my lance. "Mount me," I ordered. In seconds, my cock wallowed in a wet heat of a different kind. I played with her large and soft breasts, watched the passion on her face, and listened to her soft but insistent groaning until my own needs demanded activity. I pulled her off me, causing her to moan, "Oh, God, baby, don't stop." I opened her legs widely. With my hands behind her knees, I pressed them back against the bed, and held her that way as my slick manhood found her pinkness and thrust home. "Oh, sweet Jesus, that's the way," she whimpered. I was enamored with her expressions, for each movement of her sex on mine was reflected in her countenance. Her hands dug into the mattress as she tried to raise her hips to meet my thrusts, seeking that sure relief she enjoyed well and often. Like a lightning bolt, I realized the way I had mounted her prevented her hip movement, and with her legs kicking futilely in the air, she was unable to bring herself to climax. She dug her nails into my sides and pleaded, "Faster, baby. Faster and harder." "Put your hands behind your head," I commanded. She groaned unhappily and complied. I varied the tempo of my thrusts, exploring, if you will, the effect of the delayed climax on us both. Ebony's mouth lolled open and her head rolled side to side as her hands crept to manipulate her breasts and pinch her teats more severely than I would have imagined. We were a pot slowly building to the boiling point, with the accompanying generation of heat and percolating, erratic motions. I experienced a focus of need unlike any I'd ever experienced. "Harder, Master. Fuck my cunt harder." She growled and jammed her legs out, escaping my grasp and driving her feet into the mattress. Her nails dug into the flesh of my buttocks as she drove into me. I felt again the hot, hard flow of my juices into her as she began to buck in mindless ecstasy until she lay satiated. "My Master fucks me better than any man ever could," she whispered. ***** Father and I met with Jonah and Sarah the next morning. He owned them and could have commanded their move to Whitlands, but he did not. He offered them an opportunity, stating both rewards and anticipated problems. They were pleased and accepted. Patience would be the new household manager at Ironwood. Sarah introduced her to the other house slaves and began training her for the position even though Patience needed no training. The Great House had been Sarah's to manage for thirteen years and she took pride in her accomplishments. Jonah, Father, and I next met with Samuel and David, Jonah's and Sarah's sons, to offer each of them the opportunity to stay at Ironwood or move to Whitlands, for they possessed the skills, intelligence, and loyalty of their parents and deserved the right to make their own decision. Both evidenced their desire to move and I thanked them in advance for their contributions. We met with James to tell him of his promotion to overseer at Ironwood. He was enthusiastic and thanked us profusely. Despite all that, the week and the transition had just begun. That night, exhausted by the day's activities, I fell into bed. "Is my baby too tired to want his loving?" Ebony whispered to me as she knelt naked by my prone form. My youth and relative newness to the joys of intercourse made me incapable of rejecting any offer, although my manhood lay still as death. I said, "Of course not." Ebony's eyes gleamed as she said, "I know how to get my baby up for his loving." I closed my eyes as Ebony's fingernails meandered slowly down my chest and stomach, and her tongue tickled my nipples. "Suckle my teat," she whispered and I felt her breast brush my face. I sealed my lips around her rigid teat and sucked like a baby. "Ummm. That's nice," she whispered. Her nail-tips stroked the inside of my thighs before trailing over my manhood. She tugged my ball sack and slid her hand down my thigh to begin again. She pulled away to drag her wet teat down my body as she moved to my cock, taking it in her mouth to actively suck until it throbbed. "I'm going to please you, baby," she murmured as she straddled my frame and slowly buried me into her wetness. "Do you like my hot cunt squeezing your cock, Master?' she whispered. "Yes," I replied. "I like it, too," she whispered as she slowly moved her the muscles within her cunt to play it on my cock. I watched her face and lay supine, not even raising a hand to caress the melons of her breasts dangling in my face. For her part, she worked slowly, extending the pleasure for us both. The feeling was intense, yet the opposite of intense as negative is opposite to positive, for my desires so engendered were strong but without action by me. Suddenly, I felt the welling inside me and grabbed her hips as I thrust up into her. She laughed bawdily. "Drive your big cock into me, Master," she groaned. Drive I did until I filled her. As if someone pulled a blanket over my head, the world slowly darkened. "That's it, baby. Sleep," she murmured. Her hand stroked my face and she gently kissed my forehead. "Sleep." ***** The laws in South Carolina and other slave owning states prohibited the free movement of Negroes. Any Negro not in the company of a white was presumed to be an escaped slave and would be dealt with quickly and harshly. To allow movement of Negroes without a white companion, the laws provided for papers of passage to be given the Negro by his master to detail the reasons for the Negro's unaccompanied movement and other related necessary information. On Friday morning before dawn, with papers in hand, Jonah and his family left for Whitlands with several wagons of supplies and their possessions. Ebony and Fancy traveled with them leaving Patience to mind Elizabeth and the Great House. Father and I left before noon, he on Liberty, I on Palmetto, my mud-colored stallion. We passed Jonah and his party on the road and continued to Whitlands. Jane Marie and her mother were awaiting our arrival, which, on the surface, seemed delightful. On further investigation, however, it became clear they were at loggerheads and each wanted to plead her case. Since I was soon to be the master of Whitlands, I was the man they wished to sway. We asked them to wait until we refreshed from the hard ride. Later at the dinner table, sitting as we last sat, first Jane Marie, then Mrs. Whitfield, presented her case relative to the issue in question: living arrangements after Jane and I married, and the disposition of Patience, Ebony, and Fancy. I shan't burden these pages with a complete transcription of their accounts, for, except for Jane Marie's revelation concerning her half-sisters, they are without value. As to that, Jane Marie sat on the edge of her chair with her hands folded in her lap to keep them from trembling as she spoke with honesty and intensity. "I am close to Ebony and I do feel kinship with her, but Fancy is more. Much more. You know we were born only two days apart, I here in this house, she in a shack in the slave quarter. The same man sired us. The same midwife birthed us. Surely you have noticed we even look like sisters, complete to the freckles on our faces. In my heart, I truly feel she is my sister." Mrs. Whitfield winced, her face distorted as if the smell of something putrid filled the air. Jane Marie continued, saying, "We grew up together. Mother did not like that, I assure you, but we played and talked. I can remember once when we were six or so, Mother bought me a doll. When Fancy and I played, I saw she loved that doll, so I gave it to her. Mother accused her of stealing and ordered her to be punished, but I told the truth. Fancy wasn't whipped at the slave's tree, but my Mother's hand spanked me. A far worse punishment was keeping us apart, but with our father's assistance and blessing, we conspired to be together until Mother conceded and no longer separated us." Jane Marie took a deep breath, holding it in as her eyes looked at each of us in turn. She exhaled and began again. "I have wondered as I lay in my big bed upstairs what she was enduring. I have wondered if she was the little white girl in the big house and I was the little black slave-girl, would she befriend and help and care for me? I know she would and I will do no less for her." "You must be aware your father encouraged your relationship with Fancy not out of love for either of you, but to rebuke your mother?" Father said to her. Mrs. Whitfield nodded her silent concurrence. "Please forgive me if I appear to be forward, Mr. MacKenzie, for I have the greatest respect for you. However, I believe that statement is untrue. I think our father loved us, for we both felt loved by him. Whether he did or did not makes no difference. We grew together, intertwining like the shoots of two shrubs until one cannot be pruned without pruning the other." I was very proud of this strong and upright woman-girl who soon would become my wife and of the good heart that beat within her breast. "How would you have us live, Jane Marie?" Mrs. Whitfield asked, her trepidation evident. "I haven't discussed this with Bobby," Jane Marie said as she looked at me. "Go ahead," I replied. She said, "Since Bobby is to be Whitlands' manager, he must be on the plantation. Until our marriage, I propose he occupy the guest house. After our marriage, I propose we live here - in The Manor - which is the historical home of the plantation's owner. I would arrange permanent lodging for Ebony and Fancy here at Whitlands, either in a house built for them or in this house with us. Mother, you are welcome to continue living here, in the bedroom you now have or in the guest house as you prefer. I would never dispossess you." "Thank you, dear," Mrs. Whitfield said. "Might I make a suggestion?" Father said. There were no objections, so he continued, saying, "Life with two mistresses under the same roof can be unpleasant for the mistresses and their staff. I know this from my own experience with my wife and mother both in the Great House at Ironwood after my father died. Mary Elizabeth, I suggest that you do not live in The Manor, both for your own comfort as well as that of the newlyweds. Living in the guest house on a permanent basis as my mother did at Ironwood seems to be the better choice." Father waited, letting us digest his words. "Or I have another idea, one that I personally prefer. You can come to Ironwood with me." The words sprang from him in a rush. "I beg your pardon," Mrs. Whitfield exclaimed, clearly befuddled. "Come to Ironwood with me," he repeated with a palatable intensity. "Are you proposing marriage, Bruce?" she asked, her disbelief evident. Father did not reply. "Bruce?" she said. "I knew a woman once," Father said tenderly and with a sincere depth of heart. "A magnificent woman of beauty and heart and fiery passion who enflamed my heart and aroused my ardor." Father paused for effect, never taking his eyes from her. She, for her part, appeared confused by the abrupt changes facing her, but mesmerized by him and unable to look away. "I would not anchor myself to a dispirited shrew, but I would propose to that woman in a heartbeat." "That woman is dead, Bruce," she replied, the tears welling in her eyes reflecting her great sadness. Father said, "Dead? I don't think so. I believe she exists in a prison of another's making where she awaits a man to release her." "They say long-time prisoners lose their joie d'vivre while incarcerated and never find it again when they are released," she countered. "I would help her find it," he said. "Would someone please tell me what we are discussing?" Jane Marie asked sharply. "Please excuse me," Mrs. Whitfield said. She pushed back her chair and quickly rose, but before she could take a step, Father, who stood when she did, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her hands, balled into fists and trapped against her breasts when she raised them in protest, slowly opened and her arms slipped around his neck as she pushed herself against him. "Mother!" Jane Marie exclaimed. Father released Mrs. Whitfield and she him. She fled the room in tears. "Mr. MacKenzie, what is happening here?" Jane Marie demanded. "Excuse me, please," Father said. He followed Mrs. Whitfield from the room, leaving us alone. "Do you know what's happening?" she asked me. "Yes, I do. He loves her and wants her to become his wife." "So, it's true then," Jane Marie hissed. We heard Father knocking on Mrs. Whitfield's bedroom door and pleading with her to admit him. "What's true?" I asked. "Father told me Mother was an adulteress, but he didn't know her paramour. It was your father." "Your mother is no adulteress and my father is no adulterer." "But you said he loves her, and now her actions are clear. It was always obvious, even to me, that my parents despised one another. She must have loved someone else - and that someone is him." "Would you commit adultery?" I asked. "Never," she snapped. "Never under any circumstances." "Then why do you think your own mother would?" We heard the thud of his boots on the hardwood floor. The front door opened and closed. Jane Marie sagged, her thoughts in disarray. "I don't know," she stuttered. She stood and said, "I want to be alone, Bobby. Please excuse me." She perfunctorily returned my kiss and slowly went toward the stairs and her room. I called for a drink of whiskey, although it was not my habit to drink. After Melissa, The Manor's prime house slave, brought me my ration, I went to the porch to await the arrival of Jonah's party. I was thinking of my own intended, our respective parents, and their relationship when I heard the clatter of wagons approaching on the road. Jonah and his family had arrived. I greeted them and walked beside their wagon to guide them to the spot designated for the tents that were to be their home until one could be built. I left Jonah and his family to be assisted by the Whitlands slaves and led Ebony and Fancy into The Manor and Jane Marie. Clearly, Jane Marie was glad to see them, but she barely acknowledged me. Her mind was elsewhere, presumably on us, our nuptials, our parents, and the tumultuous events of yesterday and today. She turned Ebony and Fancy over to Melissa to be fed, and departed for her room with only a curt "good night" to me. I instructed them to join me in the guest house after supping, and departed. I was naked on my bed, evaluating all the myriad possibilities of my life after marriage when Ebony rapped once on the door and entered. "Do you want me in here, Master Robert?" she asked. "Yes, unless you are too drained from your day's journey." She grinned and said, "This slave-girl is never so tired she doesn't want your cock plowing away in her, baby." In seconds, she was being plowed, although I hoped no seeds escaped her sponge and fell on fertile ground. Consummation brought relief to my groin but only partial relief to my swirling head. She brought my cock to attention again using the soft caresses of her hand and her active tongue and lips. After our second coupling, I slept. To be continued.

MACKENZIE'S JOURNAL II Mr. Whitfield's Funeral I saw the lights of Whitlands twinkling through the trees as I drove the buckboard up the road to the plantation house. I popped the reins to encourage my two tired draft horses to speed their way. They would rest soon enough and I was anxious to arrive. Whitlands was smaller than Ironwood-less land, fewer slaves, and without Savannah River frontage that enhanced the viability of the property by allowing direct water transport of its goods. Still, it was significant and larger than many of the plantations, such as Riverwood, in our part of South Carolina. At Ironwood, we had three houses, all on a large circular road off the main plantation road, in addition to the slave houses, barns, stables, and other buildings. The Great House was home to my father and his family, which included my mother until her death, my sister Elizabeth, and me. The Guest House was next to the Great House and served as residence to business or social visitors who, from time to time, stayed with us at Ironwood. The Little House sat farther away to give it distance from the Great House but be close enough for its residents to travel to the Great House with ease. It was built for my father and mother upon their wedding. When my grandfather died, my grandmother lived there until her own demise. Now it sat empty. Whitlands contained only two such homes, both smaller than those at Ironwood. Mr. Whitfield named the larger of the two The Manor and it was his residence. The smaller was his guest house. Father brought Liberty to a halt opposite the wide front steps at The Manor, dismounted, and gave Liberty's reins to a stable boy who would tend to him. I stopped the buckboard and a short black boy jumped into the seat beside me. I handed him the reins and stepped down on Whitlands' rich soil. He waited until two other slaves removed our baggage and carried them toward The Manor before driving away. As Father and I climbed the steps, Mrs. Whitfield came through the doors to greet us. With her was a tall, thin man I didn't know. He was bald and stooped forward from age but his eyes were sharp behind his pince-nez. Mrs. Whitfield appeared sorely troubled as she rigidly marched toward us. "Good evening, Mary Elizabeth," Father said. "Good evening, Bruce," she replied, extending her hand to be kissed, which he did by bowing from the waist, raising his hand so hers rested on it, and gently pressing his lips to the back of her hand, as was our custom. "Good evening, Mrs. Whitfield," I said to her, raising my hand. I had never kissed the back of her hand or of any other woman's hand. That honor was reserved for men who were friends or close acquaintances, not boys. She had not treated me as an adult, but I felt it was time since I was soon to be married to her daughter. It was another rite of passage, for in asking to kiss her hand, I asked her to acknowledge me as a man. She paled but stepped forward and laid her hand on mine. I kissed it perfunctorily and, I presume, properly, but her hand trembled when my lips touched it. "Hello, Stephen. How are you tonight?" Father said to the tall man as he shook his hand. "Fine, thank you, Bruce," the man replied. "Stephen, let me introduce my son, Robert James MacKenzie, heir to Ironwood and the betrothed of Miss Jane Marie Whitfield of Whitlands. Robert, this is Stephen Burlingame of Burlingame & Simpson, Solicitors, of Savannah, Georgia." After Mr. Burlingame and I exchanged greetings, Father continued by saying, "Mr. Burlingame is Edward Whitfield's solicitor. I suspect he is here to explain to Mrs. Whitfield the terms of her husband's will." "Primarily to attend the funeral, of course," Mr. Burlingame said effacingly. As the three of them discussed arrangements for the funeral tomorrow, I studied Mrs. Whitfield. She was only an inch or two above five feet tall, considerably shorter than my six feet or Jane Marie's five feet five inches, but she gave the appearance of greater height for she stood ramrod straight and proud, holding herself with a regal bearing. I would guess that a man who didn't know of her reputation and met her for the first time would think she was attractive. Her waist was narrow, her bosom impressive, particularly in relation to her height, and her face would have been pretty if not distorted with sourness. But knowing her would quickly lead a man to the conclusion her system was as full of poison as the rattlesnakes hiding among the undergrowth in the woods. On our journey to Whitlands that day, Father had attempted to soften her nasty reputation by explaining her husband's folly relative to a slave girl he took as a mistress, but I wondered which came first, the sourness or the folly, like the age-old conundrum of the chicken and the egg. Mrs. Whitfield didn't appear caustic that night. Rather, she was clearly frightened and struggled to maintain her self-control. Father had told me her inheritance was a trifle, only a small ration of what she expected, and I reasoned that was the seat of her discomfiture. "You and Robert will be staying in the Guest House, Bruce," she said. "Your slaves have readied it for you." Father was surprised and so was I. We were being dismissed and none too politely, I might add. Mrs. Whitfield's face was crimson and set in stone as she successfully held Father's gaze. "Might I see Jane Marie?" I asked. "She's not presentable, Robert. Tomorrow will be soon enough." She held my gaze for a moment but Father still glared at her and our combined strength made her relent. "Please forgive me, Bruce," she remarked apologetically. "Stephen and I have much to discuss tonight because I must understand Edward's will. It has implications that..." She ceased speaking and spread her arms, struggling for words to say what was beyond her comprehension. I had never seen Mrs. Whitfield when she wasn't complaining or commanding. Contrition and consternation softened her features and revealed a side she kept hidden behind a she-devil's facade. For the first time, I felt empathy for her and her position and an appreciation of her womanliness. "Certainly, Mary Elizabeth," Father replied politely. He and I took our leave with two of The Manor's slaves following with our baggage. "Give me a strong rope, a good whip, and an hour with her, and I could make a decent woman out of that persimmon," Father muttered as we strode down the path. When we stepped on the porch of the guest house, the door swung open. "Good evening, Master Bruce," Patience said. She dipped to the floor in a full curtsy, complete with the hem of her dress modestly extended by her right hand and ending with her knee resting on the floor and her head bowed. I wondered who invented and institutionalized this graceful civility for it showed women in a delightful light. "Rise, Patience," Father said. She rose as gracefully as she reclined and stepped back to allow us entrance without looking either of us in the eye. I immediately saw two young slave-girls standing near the back wall with their heads bowed. We waited until the other slaves set our baggage on the floor and Patience closed the door behind them. "Come, girls, meet your new master," Patience ordered. Both of them awkwardly stepped forward until they faced us. "I am the slave of Master Bruce MacKenzie of Ironwood, but both of you belong to Master Robert, his son," Patience explained to her daughters, although Father had told me they already knew. "This is Ebony," she said, touching the taller of the two. "And this is Fancy," she continued, touching the other. The two of them intoned "Good evening, Master Robert. Good evening, Master Bruce," as they gave each of us a half curtsy. "Master Robert, may I speak?" Patience continued. "Of course," I replied. "My girls were taught what you as their master will expect of them, but if you are displeased, I beg that you allow me to instruct them in your pleasure rather than taking the whip to them," Patience pleaded. Father laughed and Patience trembled. "Patience, look at me," he commanded. Her head jerked up to reveal her beautiful and terrified countenance. "Didn't Edward explain to you?" "Explain what, Master?" she whispered. "I know you were his mistress and these girls are his daughters. He wanted me to have you, Patience, to protect you from harm's way and I will, but you will serve me and serve me well as you served him, and your girls will serve Robert in the same manner. We don't use the whip at Ironwood except in rare situations and we don't expect our slaves to always defer their eyes. You will quickly learn service at Ironwood is easier and more enjoyable than elsewhere." Patience visibly relaxed and gave him a shy half-smile. "It's all right, Patience," Father said gently. He waited until her trepidation disappeared and her happiness surfaced before extending his arms, and saying, "Give me a kiss and a real welcome." She leapt into his arms, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him with such heat I felt the singe. I had never seen a woman and man kiss passionately, although in the dim recesses of my mind I had a hazy recollection of my mother kissing Father with such fervor. And I had never seen a white and a Negro touch intimately. In truth, a black touching a white was often the reason for the black's death or brutal punishment. Evidently Father had no complaints, for he returned her kiss with equal zeal before gently sitting down on the chesterfield with her still attached. I heard Ebony clear her throat. I turned to see the two of them standing still as statues with their heads bowed. In a flash of realization, I understood their actions. Father had released his slave, but I was their master and I gave no such release. Without my command they would stand there until they swooned. That thought and the knowledge I was in possession of not one, but two, slave girls to direct as I might wish, gave me a burst of heady emotions that rendered me numb. My wishes would include one of them relieving me of the tedious burden of my virginity and escorting me to sexual realms of which I had only dreamed. I relished in this sea change, such a vital and primal passage in my life. In the quiet of the room, I heard Father summon Patience to lie beside him on the chesterfield. While my eyes were on Ebony and Fancy, in my peripheral vision I saw Patience crawl up to recline against him as they both watched and waited for me to act. Using a light touch, I cupped Ebony's chin in the palm of my hand. She didn't move. I guided her head upward until she was face to face with me. Still, she deferred her eyes. "Look at me, Ebony," I whispered. She raised her eyes to mine. She was, as I remembered from my visits to Whitlands, a beauty with the sensual and feminine features of her mother. Her eyes were soft and hot with expectation and she struggled to restrain a smile from growing on her face as her pink tongue flicked to lick her full lower lip. She seemed as eager to begin our relationship as I was. When I released her chin, her head dropped to bow again. Again, I lifted it and she remained that way. "May I have your permission to be your lover, Ebony?" I asked quietly. Clearly, she was surprised by the question. Her surprise gave way to the joy of being given an opportunity to demure. Her infectious, broad grin brought a smile to my face. "I want to be your mistress, Master Robert," she said. I had no doubt she was being truthful. "You will be," I replied. I leaned to kiss her, aware I had kissed girls playfully but never kissed a woman. Ebony's mouth opened and her tongue flicked against my lips urging my own mouth open to receive it. I knew this woman would enrich my life and nothing would ever be the same. When I broke the kiss, Ebony's hot eyes told me I hadn't done too badly for the first time. I stepped to stand opposite Fancy. When my hand touched her chin, she trembled. "Look at me, Fancy," I said as I raised her face to mine. Several thoughts rushed through me at once. I did not remember seeing Fancy previously and, if I had seen her, I would have remembered for she was more beautiful than either her mother or her sister. Her features were finer. Her eyes were a lighter brown, near the color of a buckskin horse with flecks in a blue-green hue, as compared to Ebony's dark chocolate eyes or the black ones of her mother. Her skin was a lighter color than her mother's and, perhaps, even a shade lighter than Ebony. Most striking, though, was the realization her features resembled those of Jane Marie, my intended and her half-sister. If one looked closely, the family resemblance was clear, even to the freckles so obvious against Jane Marie's paleness and almost hidden under Fancy's dusky sheen. Fancy's face openly revealed her terrors. "It's all right, Fancy," I said, hoping to assuage her with my tenderness. I waited until she relaxed before saying, "May I have your permission to be your lover?" Her expression said the fear of being taken by me warred within her against the horror of displeasing a man who could have her flayed to death. Conflicting emotions brought tears to her eyes. She struggled for courage and finally said, "Yes, Master Robert" in a voice giving lie to the words. "I'm surprised you agreed. I was told you did not yet want to be with a man," I said. Her eyes widened and her head jerked to face Patience. "Mother," she cried plaintively. I saw Father's hand tighten on Patience's wrist. She did not reply and gave her daughter a look indicating she was unable to help. Fancy shook in fear, on the edge of collapse and unable to contain her copious tears. I put my arms around her and pulled her gently to me. She was rigid with her arms folded against her stomach and her head hard against my chest. I felt the throbbing of her heart and the erratic rise and fall of her breasts as she cried. Father smiled at me and winked, telling me I was dealing with Fancy in a manner he approved. Patience smiled softly at me, silently thanking me for tenderness with her daughter. Ebony wore a small smile, but I felt she was miffed with her younger sister and the tumult she was causing. I held Fancy until she cried herself out and rested limply on my chest. I pushed her back and held her with a hand on each of her small shoulders as I said, "You don't have to come to me if you don't want to, Fancy. You can be my servant without being my mistress, you know." She nodded. "But no man may touch you, not even a peck on your cheek, without my permission. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master Robert," she whispered. "Good. Don't be afraid of me unless you have done something to cause your fear. You're a smart girl. You'll know if you've been bad." "I understand, Master Robert. I won't be bad." "I'm starved," Father said. His words broke the tension and motivated the women to action. I plopped down in a chair and Ebony rushed to remove my boots as Patience did with Father's. Fancy hurried to prepare a small feast. Our three slaves stood and tended to our needs as we ate. Once the repast was through, Patience said, "This house has two bedrooms. If it pleases our masters, may I suggest we repair for the night?" "It pleases me no end," Father said. "And it pleases me," I said. "Fancy." When I called her name, she popped to attention. "You can stay in here or join Ebony and me in the bedroom, whichever you wish." She looked at her mother for guidance. "Master Robert is a loving man, baby," Patience said to her. "You can trust what he says and answer him as you want." "May I stay in here, Master Robert?" Fancy asked fearfully. "Of course. Goodnight," I said to her. I stood to take my leave. "Goodnight, Master Robert," she answered as she half curtsied to me. I said goodnight to Father and Patience, took Ebony's hand with the intention of dragging her to the bedroom, but she outpaced me, pulled me into the bedroom instead, and closed the door after us. The bedroom was small but sufficient, with a modest fire simmering in the fireplace to ward off the damp. There were windows on two sides and a narrow door opening to a stone path of twenty or so paces leading to the necessary outer-house. I availed myself of those facilities and when I returned, Ebony was perched on the edge of the wing chair near the bed. She offered to disrobe me, but I said to wait. Her bright and eager eyes drank me in as I undressed to the bottom of my long johns. I wiggled a finger at her. She giggled as she jumped up to stand before me. "Are you wearing your sponge?" I asked. "Yes, Master Robert," she said. "You must always wear it with me." She nodded her head. "And now that I own you, there will be no other men for you, Ebony. Do you understand?" "Of course, Master Robert. That's the way it should be," she said sweetly. The sponge was something else Father had explained on the long ride from Ironwood. It was designed to inhibit pregnancy and had been used since the ancient days of Israel, he said. The woman inserted the sponge into her vagina, snug against her cervix to absorb the life-creating sperm I would leave there. He also suggested I use a catching safe, a sheep's intestine membrane snug around my manhood to double our mechanical resolves, for neither of them was foolproof. I, however, wished my manhood to feel her womanhood unencumbered this first time, at least. I followed one last piece of Father's advice, given when I asked about the mechanics of the act itself. "Ebony, when we are together alone like this, we are not master and slave. We are man and woman. I want you to free your woman's fire to please me and yourself." "Am I your first, Master Robert?" she asked as her finger trailed up from my stomach to my breast, sending shivers through me. It was the first time she touched me of her own volition. I nodded, somewhat embarrassed to be the novice between us. Her fingers stroked my manhood "Oh, Master Robert, you're going to love what we do." Ebony was not a deferring slave in bed, but a wanton of Biblical proportions and a marvelous teacher intent and eager to share her knowledge and herself without hesitation or reserve. She allowed me to explore her as I chose until my exploration ignited fires in her that she demanded, in crude expletives, be tended without delay. I quenched those fires with my special and thick white waters. Yet, they smoldered in both of us and required a return by me into her to extinguish the heat. I was surprised by the jutting nature of her derriere, which she explained was common to black women, and pleased by the large, soft bounty of her breasts, of which she was understandably proud. The thick thatch between her legs felt like no hair, human or animal, I had encountered. The folds of her sex were a pink flower that opened at my gentlest touch and emitted its pungent perfume. Her fervent urgings, uttered in the heat of battle in an earthy black patois rather than the proper English she used in conversation, were stimulating and rewarding to say the least. Yet, except for my own rewards, I was most pleased by her comments as to my skills and her joy in them. * * * I awakened the next morning to cover my nakedness and make the trip to the outer-house. Upon my return, I found Ebony sprawled on my bed. I kissed her neck and nibbled my way down to suckle her breast. She moaned. "Morning, baby," she said softly. She gasped and jerked away. "Master Robert, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that to you," she said contritely. "Shush. I said we are man and woman in here." She chuckled deep down in her throat and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Does my baby want some more loving?" she asked. Had Father's banging on the door come a minute sooner, he would have interrupted us at a critical moment. As it was, I responded quickly to bathe and dress in preparation of Edward Whitfield's funeral. We arrived at The Manor accompanied by Patience, Ebony, and Fancy, each in the simple, gray, cotton dresses of slaves. Mrs. Whitfield and Jane Marie waited on the porch where the funeral procession would begin. Mr. Stanley Burlingame, Mr. Whitfield's solicitor, and Parson Simonton, the Anglican priest who would be saying the service, attended them. Both ladies were dressed from head to toe in black, including black veils over their faces. Their veils were not the heavy quality I had seen worn to some funerals, but a fine gauze that allowed others to see their faces. Both replied when we bade them good morning. Mrs. Whitfield coolly said to Father, "May I see you, Bruce?" It was more command than request. I joined him, walking to the porch to stand between Mrs. Whitfield and her daughter, who whispered good morning and squeezed my hand warmly. "I don't want that whore and her bastard children at my husband's funeral," Mrs. Whitfield hissed at Father. "Edward wanted it," Father replied. "He is dead and unable to speak his mind," she snapped. "It's in the will," Mr. Burlingame interjected. "The will be damned," Mrs. Whitfield barked, turning her full fury on the elderly lawyer. "I will not endure this. I will not." Father leaned forward to whisper in her ear. She pulled away. He wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and pulled her toward him. She resisted. He continued until the corded tendons on the back of his hand popped out. Her face was red from resistance before he overpowered her and held her still to listen to his whisperings. I don't know what he said, but she relented. As was proper and common, the wagon carrying Mr. Whitfield's coffin, draped in black crepe and pulled by matched dark-skinned horses, slowly stopped in front of The Manor. The Widow Whitfield, her daughter, and the priest descended the porch steps to take their place at the head of the procession. Father, Mr. Burlingame, and I followed immediately behind them, with the other guests queuing behind us. The black-robed slave driving the wagon made a clicking sound and gently popped the reins. The giant draft horses lumbered forward, leading us all toward the Whitfield family graveyard, wherein lay the parents of Mr. and Mrs. Whitfield, Mr. Whitfield's older brother who died as a child, and the son stillborn to Mrs. Whitfield before Jane Marie's birth. Patience and her daughters were last in the funeral procession. Parson Simonton said the proper words over Mr. Whitfield's coffin while his widow and her daughter by him sat graveside, and his mistress and her two daughters by him stood not too far away. Of the five women he left, none cried as he was laid to rest, which divulged more about Mr. Whitfield than any man's words. Sad indeed is the death of a man unmourned. The Manor overflowed with people who came from far and wide to pay their last respects, for weddings and funerals were the two primary functions where neighbors gathered to socialize. The Manor's house staff was overburdened and the three MacKenzie house slaves in attendance assisted in the serving. When I joined the gathered throng, Mr. Obadiah Martin of Briarlands shook my hand warmly and introduced me to his wife. "I understand we can anticipate a wedding announcement, Robert," Mrs. Martin said. It was, for me, another rare moment, for on prior occasions I had been considered a child and now I was an adult in the midst of adults, treated with civility, not ignored, talked with, not at, included in discussions of weather and crops and the value of slaves. Mr. Martin graciously instructed me to call him and his wife by their Christian names, confirming they considered me an adult and social equal. I quickly found Jane Marie chatting with two ladies who were bending her ears with advice on weddings. When I interrupted and took Jane Marie's hand, she looked at me with a sparkle and warmth too long absent from her visage. I guided her outside and down the steps of the front porch to the shade of a stand of ornamental trees in the soft grass between the roadways. There I took her hands in mine as we faced each other. "We have been pledged in marriage," I said. "I know," she answered. "Nothing could make me happier. I love you, Jane Marie." Her bright eyes glittered at me. "I must ask, for my own knowledge and nothing else, for our marriage is as sure as Spring rain, but..." My head was light and my heart pounding. "Would you have married me without our parents' pledge?" "Why don't you ask and see?" she teased. "Will you marry me?" "Yes, Bobby. I'll marry you. I love you, too. I love you with all my heart." She raised her head to be kissed. Jane Marie and I had kissed when we were children, wet play kisses from one tyke to another. We had kissed as friends might, or cousins, soft closed-lipped pecks on the cheek, but this was our first real kiss as man and woman. I heard the songs of Angels and felt the warm caresses of Heaven's clouds. We rejoined the adults and mingled, receiving congratulations early for the formal announcement of our nuptials had not yet been made. Jane Marie and I held hands throughout. That touch and the light brushing of our bodies, a constant reminder of our friendship and love, stimulated my ever-conscious desire to have her in my bed and share with her those special skills I had only learned last night. When Ebony approached us bearing a silver tray of canaps, I, for an instant, wondered if Jane Marie was aware of my frenetic dance with her half-sister, or if she might read from our respective demeanors the relationship we shared. She was aware our three slaves shared the guest house with us last night, which was unusual unless for carnal reasons. If she knew, it did not show. When Ebony said, "Canaps, ma'am," her eyes were diverted and her manner servile. "Are you all right, Ebony?" Jane Marie asked solicitously. "Fine, ma'am. Thank you." "How's Fancy?" Jane Marie continued. Ebony hesitated before replying, "Fine, thank you, ma'am." "Ebony, don't lie to me. What's wrong?" Jane Marie said, but the rebuke was given lovingly. Ebony looked at us both for the first time. "She's in the butler's pantry crying." Ebony's eyes cut to me and quickly returned to Jane Marie. "Having Master Edward gone and belonging to a new master has upset her, ma'am." "Thank you, Ebony. I'll talk to her," Jane Marie said. Ebony half curtsied and moved to offer the hor d'ourves to another guest. "Are you coming with me?" Jane Marie asked. "Of course. She is my slave." I could not comprehend her expression before she turned away to lead me toward the kitchen. We found Fancy sitting on a small stool in the dark corner of the butler's pantry, crying softly into a white kitchen cloth. Jane Marie squatted by her, taking Fancy's hands in her own, and gently shushing her. "Everything will be all right, honey," Jane Marie said with a surprising tenderness. Fancy didn't look at her. Jane Marie stood and pulled Fancy to her feet. Seeing their profiles as they stood face to face reinforced my opinion they shared a family resemblance. "Do you want to go to my room and lie down?" Jane Marie said, brushing a tear from Fancy's cheek. "No, thank you, Janey," Fancy said. "Keeping busy is good for you so go back to work. And quit worrying. I'll see that Master Robert is good to you." Fancy gave a small half-smile. "Go on then," Jane Marie said. I was surprised by the familiarity with which Fancy addressed her mistress. Not that it occurred, because sometimes a master allowed it, but, rather, that Jane Marie allowed it, particularly in light of her own mother's venomous attitude toward Fancy. We watched Fancy return to her labors. When Jane Marie took my hand, she again gave me a glance I did not understand. She squeezed my hand once before rejoining the wake. By mid-afternoon, the funeral throng had dwindled to those who could safely make it home that day since no nearby accommodations were available. By sunset, all were gone except for Mr. Burlingame and our entourage. Mrs. Whitfield was exhausted as was everyone else, including the staff. She asked us to join her for breakfast the next morning to discuss business matters, and we agreed. She bade us good night and excused herself. "I think I'll retire, too," Father said. He glanced at me. I glanced at Jane Marie. She said, "Please stay and talk to me a while, Robert." "I'd love to," I replied. The Manor had two large swings, one seating two and the other three, at the west end of the front porch with three rockers nearby. We had oil lamps by the front door and the moon for light. I sat in the two-person swing with my intended beside me. The evening was cooling and not yet damp, so Jane Marie wore a white cotton shawl over her bare shoulders. "We haven't set our wedding date," I said. "I think Mother plans to do that in the morning. When do you want it to be?" "As soon as possible," I replied. "Why?" I felt a blush rise, for my mind had exploded with carnal visions of Jane Marie and her hidden treasures soon to be mine. She giggled and stroked my face. "I, too, wish we were already man and wife," she said and her loving, sparkling face made my heart leap in joy. "I want to be married next month." "Can your dress be made that quickly?" "It's almost complete. I've been planning this for a long time, Bobby." "Oh?" "Since I was five or six." "Was I the last to know we were to wed?" She laughed like the tinkling of bells. "Not the very last." "So all the consternation you've given me was a ruse." "Ruse? Why, Bobby, how could you think that of me?" she asked with an exaggerated innocence giving lie to the question. She giggled with her fingers covering her lips and her eyes teasing mischievously. We held hands and talked, discussing important matters interspersed amongst the trivial, but we didn't discuss Fancy and I waited for her to open that matter. As the evening wound down and the time to depart drew closer, I brought up the subject. "I was surprised at Fancy's familiarities with you," I said. "Why? She is my half-sister." She watched me like a hunting hawk. "You knew that, didn't you?" "Yes. Father told me yesterday." "I've known for years. Ebony is my half-sister, too, and while I do care for her, I don't feel as strongly toward her as I do Fancy. Ebony is older and stronger. She can take care of herself. Mother hates all three of them, as you saw, and wants me to hate them, too. She instructed me to demand you sell all of them in the Savannah markets." "Savannah? That's the harshest slave market in the South," I said. "So I've been told, but that's what she wants. She is not pleased you and your father bought them. If she had her way, they would be flayed and sold in short order." "Are you pleased we acquired them?" "Yes, I am, Bobby. Very pleased. They are good slaves and pleasant to have around, and, well, I feel strongly about Fancy." "Why?" She looked away, staring into the darkness. "Look. A firefly. And another," she said. I accepted her not too subtle change of direction in the conversation and joined her in an observation and discussion of fireflies, allowing her, I hoped, to gather her thoughts and return to the matter at hand. However, the discussion drifted in other directions until she stifled a yawn and we both knew it was time to part. I escorted her to her door, kissed her, told her again I loved her, and bade her good night. The guest house was dark except for the flickering flames from the fire in the center room when I quietly entered. Ebony and Fancy were lying in front of the fire, apparently asleep. I slipped into my bedroom to find a small fire and turned back bed awaiting me. I partially disrobed, utilized the outer-house, and returned to find Ebony standing by my bed, wearing a sleeping gown and thin robe. "Do you want me tonight?" she asked. "Of course," I replied. She dropped the robe, slipped the gown over her head, and tossed it aside. Ebony had an open sensuality as if her nakedness and anticipated pleasure with me were nature's way. To be correct, it was nature's way, but society placed bonds on our behaviors, restricting us all. She smiled slyly as she put my hands on her breasts and began to undress me. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs and she moaned, "Oh, I like that." Her breasts were big as gourds and weighty as I hefted them in my hands. They were soft, not like a feather bed, but more pliable than even the flesh of her inner thighs. "You like playing with my bubbies?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "I like you doing it, Master." When she finished undressing me, she sat on the bed and pulled me to sit beside her. "You're a sweet man, Master, and last night pleased me, but..." Her fingernail slid along my leg from knee to crotch and stroked the underside of my manhood. "You held yourself back, didn't you?" "What do you mean?" "I felt your fighting your urges, restraining your needs." I did not answer her at once and she waited until I said, "So?" "So, it's more fun for you and for me if you let go," she said. "Hold down my hands and drive your big cock deep into my cunt. Do me hard. As hard as you can." "I might hurt you," I said. "Oh, I'll be sore in the morning, but I'll love it tonight." I was taught gentlemen, of whom I was one, were not violent with ladies. True, Ebony was a slave-girl and slave-girls were not ladies, but, as Father said, a woman is a woman, free or slave, white or black. She sensed my confusion and interrupted my contemplation by taking my hand in both of hers. She gently opened it until my fingers extended, and kissed my palm. She put her wrist in my hand and closed my fingers around it. She jerked her arm and pulled free. "Don't let me go. Hold on to my arm," she said as she folded my fingers around her wrist again. She jerked to free herself but I held firm. "That's better. Now listen to me, baby. I want to resist you and struggle in your arms. Will you let me do that?" "If you like." "Oh, I love it." "You want me to take you against your will?" I asked. "I'm not a slave-girl unwillingly taking her master's weight, or a free woman being raped. I have said, 'Yes, I want you.' But all women, black and white, like our man to be strong in bed. We like to be taken, to be held down and fucked until we are sagging and spent." "By any man?" I asked. "Some women like having any man take them, but I don't and most women don't either. We like it only after we've said yes." She chuckled and kissed me again with her hot tongue flicking into my mouth. "I know it's confusing, but you'll learn to read our signs. Until you do, this woman will tell you what she wants. Understand?" "I think so." "Then do it." "Get on your back," I said without emotion. She kissed me softly on the lips. "That's not it, baby. If you want me tonight, you need to make me do it." Her hands were resting on her legs. I took a wrist in each hand and forced them apart as she resisted. "Come on, baby, don't stop." I pulled and she yielded, although not easily, until her arms were spread. Her eyes were wild as her tongue flicked across her lips. "The stallion takes the mare. The bull takes the cow. The man takes the woman," she said in a high, sing-song voice. "Hurry, my man. Take me," she growled gutturally. A vision of Palmetto, my thoroughbred stallion, at his last mating flashed in my mind. My cock surged between my legs, throwing a lightening bolt to sear my brain. I slammed her backward on the bed and drove myself into her. "Oh, sweet God, that's the way," she exclaimed. She grunted and twisted under me as I held her down. A true struggle by her to dislodge my cock so snug within her would be a violent, disharmonic clash, but this was harmony of motion, like a feverish dance as we thrust and parried, one to the other. "You're fucking me so good, baby." Her climaxes, easily ignited and lustily relished, came soon and often, until she felt the swelling of my manhood that signaled my own reward and clamped her love scabbard tightly around my sword. "Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Yes." I felt my own bodily contortions as the excruciating thrill of my sexual pump's powerful gush came forth from me to extinguish both our flames. "Oh, baby, you keep getting better and better," she cooed as I stared down into her blissful, sweat-covered face. A memory leapt into my mind's eye-a memory of Jane Marie over a year ago. Her unmerciful teasing had only begun. I reacted as I am now sure she wished, by chasing her through the grass until I caught her and wrestled her to the ground. I pinned her wrists over her head that day and saw the wild excitement in her eyes until we both suddenly realized I was on her and between her legs, which is something unmarried ladies and gentlemen do not do, even when fully clothed. I rolled off her, embarrassed by my forwardness. "Beast," she had said insincerely. The sly look from the corner of her eye confirmed her ire was to fulfill society's pretenses and not her own desires. I released Ebony's wrists and lay my head down on her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her fingers stroked my back. Awash in sweat and secretions, we slept in a cabin of aromatic air. To be continued

MACKENZIE'S JOURNAL V Of Father and Mrs. Whitfield At breakfast, Mrs. Whitfield appeared more rested but brittle, with her emotions swinging from happy and flirtatious to somber and withdrawn. She certainly vexed Father for as he opened toward her, she pushed him away, and when he withdrew, she called him forth. Father and I spent the morning with Jonah, Sarah, and the others, reviewing the fields and shops. In the afternoon, we worked in The Manor's dining room, going over the books of accounts and bank records. Whitlands was short of cash, but Father offered to advance what was necessary from Ironwood's coffers. When Ebony asked if she should set the table for dinner, we adjourned to the front porch swings to continue our discussions. When Fancy called us to dinner, we entered the dining room to find Jane Marie and Mrs. Whitfield standing by the table. We held their chairs, telling each how lovely she looked. Over dinner conversation, Mrs. Whitfield seemed to be more her old self, firm and in control of her emotions, as if the decisions to direct her life were made. I surmised her emotions were again bound tightly, but this time in a prison of her own making. Father's frustration with her coolness toward him was evident. As dessert was being served, Mrs. Whitfield turned to Father and said, "I have made a decision, Bruce. I will live out my days in the guest house here." Father's countenance darkened and he threw his napkin onto his plate. "Balderdash," he barked. "Complete and utter balderdash. Do you know what you are, Mary Elizabeth? You are a prisoner who tried and sentenced herself for another's crimes, and...." He slammed his fist on the table and glared at her. "And a goddamned slave to your own warped emotions." She was clearly stunned as her blank expression and slack jaw testified. "Yes, that's it. You are a slave. Is that what you want to be?" he demanded. Mrs. Whitfield nodded her head, although her demeanor had not changed. I speculated she had no conscious idea she signaled him thusly. "As you wish. If you insist on being a slave, then so it shall be, but you will not be a slave to your own fears and live alone like a hermit. You will be my slave, warming my soul and my bed." She flinched like she'd been slapped, even to raising her hand to her cheek as if it stung. We all awaited her response. When her color returned to normal, she said coldly, "How dare you speak to me that way." "I dare because that slave-girl inside you is one I am impatient to own, to have recline on my bed or sit at my feet awaiting my command to bring me pleasure." Father leaned forward and she drew back. "I can see that slave-girl in you, Mary Elizabeth. She will relish me and my requests with a laughing and enthusiastic heart, which will please both her and me immensely." "You confuse me with your whore," she blustered. "The next time you call her a whore, I will turn you over my lap and spank you." "You wouldn't dare," she gasped. "I would and I will. Be advised your spanking will be applied wherever the words are uttered, no matter who is in attendance. The swats will not land on your derriere as it is now, covered by layers of petticoats protecting your tender flesh and voiding your punishment. They will be administered on your naked bottom without a single layer of material to thwart my objective of correcting your attitude. And, my pretty slave-girl, I will provide the same rectification if other attitudes of yours irk me." Not a sound was heard except the soft rush of our breath. Jane Marie and I were so still I felt the beating of her heart as we held hands. Mrs. Whitfield was a statue with her mouth agape and her left hand at her breast. Father was leaning forward with his elbows and forearms braced on the table, his jaw set, and his eyes blazing. "I want you, Mary Elizabeth, and I have for years. I will have you," he vowed. It seemed a long time before he smiled and sat back, releasing us all from the moment. He sipped his whiskey and watched the woman he courted in his own unique manner while Jane Marie and I studied the two of them. Mrs. Whitfield suddenly swelled like a toad and her eyes flashed haughtily. "I will not go with you unless we are married," she said imperiously. Jane Marie gasped. Father ignored her stipulation. "Mary Elizabeth, I want you to learn a new word," he continued. "What word is that?" she asked and her voice trembled. "The word is 'fuck.' It means to copulate, but it means more than a mere coupling either for procreation or recreation. It implies a soulful enjoyment, a wildness of spirit, an ecstatic willingness to both give and receive pleasure." "I know that word, but I will never utter it and I will never do it. It is a foul and filthy word for the likes of your...." She stopped abruptly and her face flushed bright crimson. "Well done, Mary Elizabeth," Father chuckled. "I knew you were a quick study. Perhaps training my new slave-girl won't take as long as I reckoned." Mrs. Whitfield stood, whether to run to him or to flee, I wasn't sure, and neither was she. Father shoved back his chair with a rattle and stood facing her. "You, sir, are no gentleman and I do not accept your offer of marriage," she said indignantly. "You have the cart before the horse. I have not proposed marriage. I have proposed I fuck you, repeatedly driving the hardness of my cock deep within the wet folds of your own sweet cunt to bring us both inestimable pleasures." He stroked her lips with his thumb. "And your taking of my cock will not be limited to your cunt, my beautiful slave-girl." She stepped away and he captured her hair with his strong left hand, twisting his fingers into the braids piled on her head. He pulled her face to his and kissed her commandingly. Mrs. Whitfield rigidly resisted his hand but let his lips have their way with her own. Yet, when their lips parted, she swung to slap him. He trapped her arm in mid-air, holding it there as their war of eyes continued unabated. He released her arm and her hair. "A slave-girl does not slap her master, Mary Elizabeth, but if the bitter and unpleasant woman you have made of yourself wishes to slap my face, go ahead. I won't stop you." Mrs. Whitfield's hands, clenched into fists by her side, did not budge, and her breasts rose and fell more rapidly. He continued, "You and I are going to the guest house to copulate, at the least. If you demonstrate your own desire to fuck well and often, and your eager and wanton willingness to bring pleasure to us both, I will marry you and install you as Queen of Ironwood. If all you do is copulate, I will not touch you again and you may live out your days here or as the dowager of the Little House." "I wouldn't marry you for a King's ransom, Bruce MacKenzie," she trilled, so obviously a lie, I nearly laughed. "We won't marry then. I am sorely disappointed, but it is your choice. Fucking is my choice and I choose to do it now." He seized her again and kissed her brutally with one hand on her bottom and one hand behind her neck. He kissed her until the heat melted her and she sagged against him. He picked her up in his arms and strode toward the door. I opened it for him and attended him as he almost ran for the guest house. I opened the guest house door and he carried her inside. In the second before he kicked the door shut behind him, he said, "We are not to be disturbed." My thoughts reeled as I slowly walked toward The Manor. I had not anticipated Father enacting so bold a plan to capture Mrs. Whitfield, but, clearly, she needed and wanted to be taken with force and fire and passion, all of which had been missing from her life. I knew without a doubt she had privately surrendered but not publicly admitted it, for I saw her face as she rode in his arms. Jane Marie, Ebony, and Fancy were whispering like three schoolgirls as I reentered the dining room. Ebony and Fancy, shamefaced, quietened and stood by respectfully. Jane Marie gave me a quick and ready smile. "Will you carry me off and make me your slave-girl, Bobby?" she asked happily. "Or warm my bottom with your hand?" "Make no mistake about it, my love, for I surely will." She laughed, wrapped her arms around me, and raised her head to be kissed, which I did hungrily. "You get to carry me off in less than three weeks," she said when our kiss was complete. "I can hardly wait." "Then why wait?" I teased. "Cad," she replied coquettishly. She kissed me lightly and turned on her heel toward the stairs. "Come with me, Fancy," she ordered. Since I was dispossessed of the guest house, I chose the late Mr. Whitfield's bedroom, located next to Mrs. Whitfield's separate bedroom, on the first floor of The Manor. I was questioning whether to call Ebony to my bed, for she was prone to loud exclamations of enjoyment during our pleasures, but she slipped into the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Rather than coming to my bed as I expected, she stood apart with a playful expression. "Come to me," I said. "No," she replied haughtily. "I won't go to a brute like you." "Then I will turn you over my knee and warm your ass before I thrust my cock deep into your burning cunt," I replied arrogantly. "You, sir, are no gentleman," she exclaimed. I advanced toward her and she, no longer able to play the role, wiggled and giggled wantonly. I wrestled her to my bed, drew her arms behind her back, held her crossed wrists, and lifted her dress to her waist. Her lame resistance proved to be false when my finger dipped into her honey pot to discover it flowing with her love juices. When I drew back my strong right hand to deliver the first swat, she tensed and raised her ample bottom to meet me. "Please, no, Master," she squealed as my hand delivered the first blow. Her spanking was slowly given as I relished it all - the feel of her body twisting on mine, her groaning and tearfully entreating me to stop, and the heat of passion generated in both of us, as well as her physical heat. I spanked her until her buttocks were red and hot. Then her body moved in tempo to my hand and her voice emitted those sweet words and groans denoting her approaching climax. I increased the speed of my swats. "Oh, God, yes, Master. Yes," she cried as her reward overtook her with jerks and shudders. I threw her on her back on the bed and drove my spear into her sopping cunt. Ebony orgasmed again. "Yes, Master. Fuck me," she said. "I'll fuck you until you beg me to cease, my hot-cunted slave," I growled in her ear. "Thank you, Bobby," she whispered happily. Father, Jane Marie, and I were present for breakfast the next morning, although he appeared to have hardly slept. Mrs. Whitfield was noticeably absent. Father assured Jane Marie that her mother was well, but tired, and wished to rest that day. Again, he and I divided the day between the fields and the books of accounts. Only Jane Marie and I were in attendance for dinner that night. Ebony informed us that Father and Mrs. Whitfield were supping in the guest house. Our quiet evening alone was enjoyable and a hopeful foretelling of times to come. After dinner, we sat in the porch swing, held hands, and talked until time for bed, which, lamentably, meant we parted until the morning. The following morning, Father did not appear for breakfast and was absent when Jonah and I broke for the noon meal in the fields. That evening when I returned to The Manor for dinner, Ebony announced to Jane Marie and me, "Master Robert, Master Bruce said he and Missus Whitfield will be joining you and Miss Janey for dinner, although they may be late." Expecting a delay in dinner, Jane Marie and I adjourned to the front porch to visit. Much time passed and I was ready to eat without our parents when I heard their approach. Father appeared with Mrs. Whitfield three steps behind him. He held a rope leading to her wrists and wrapped tightly around them to hold them together. When he stopped, she stopped behind him, tensing the rope guiding her. "Do you mind if a slave-girl eats at the table with us?" Father asked. Mrs. Whitfield's appearance stunned me. Her long hair, which I'd only seen braided and on her head, lay around her in lascivious disarray. She wore a slave's simple cotton dress, but the way she wore it was completely different than any slave, for they wore it to their ankles and loose to allow movement as they worked. In comparison, Mrs. Whitfield's dress was many sizes too small, falling only to below her knees and fitting tightly over her womanly curves to overtly flaunt them. And she was barefoot. Yet, her most erotic part was her face, for she radiated unbridled feminine sensuality - a demanding lust worn pridefully and without remorse. Certainly, her expression's wanton display exceeded my own lush Ebony, which is a comment without equal. When I grinned - I hoped it was a grin and not a leer - at her, she didn't defer her eyes modestly, but raised her chin and held my eyes, as if to say she knew she inflamed Father and she could arouse me, or any man, if she desired. "If you mind her sitting at the table, she can kneel by my side," Father asked, for Jane Marie and I had not answered his prior question. "She's welcome at our table any time," I replied. "Whether she sits or kneels is your choice." "Thank you," he replied. He walked toward the door and she let the rope stretch her arms in front of her before she swayed after him. I was more than pleased when I looked at my intended's face to find a reflection of her own mother's heat and need to be possessed by a man. "Shall I take you to the dinner table or the bedroom?" I challenged. "The bedroom," she whispered. She leapt to her feet and her eyes were wide as saucers. "I didn't mean that...no, I mean yes, I did mean it...but...." She stepped back a pace. "We must wait until our wedding. We must." She turned and fled for the house and I followed. When we entered the dining room, Mrs. Whitfield was in Father's arms as they passionately kissed. When they saw us, they parted. Ebony, grinning broadly, peeked from the kitchen. "Do you want me to sit at the table or kneel at your feet while your feed me?" Mrs. Whitfield asked Father. He leered and kissed her again before guiding her to her chair and holding it for her. "May I have a pillow, please, Bruce?" she asked in a subservient and husky voice. "Is my little slave-girl's bottom sore?" he teased. "My soreness is not limited to my bottom," she replied coquettishly. He tilted her head back and kissed her possessively before retrieving a small pillow, which he placed in her chair. She winced when she sat, despite the reinforcement. Only then did he unbind her wrists. He coiled the rope and handed it to Jane Marie. "Pass that to Robert, please," he said. "I don't need it anymore but he may have a use for it since his bride hasn't yet felt its discipline." Jane Marie burned brightly, drawing a giggle from her mother and a laugh from my father. She passed the rope to me with an expression that dared me to use it while evidencing her desire to feel it upon her. Father and Mrs. Whitfield were two cooing lovebirds during dinner. The glow of their happiness shone throughout the room to infect Jane Marie and me and all the staff with a pleasant warmness. Father was puffed and proud of his new woman and his conquest of her. She bore the clear demeanor of a woman in love with, and aroused by, her man. Over dessert, Mrs. Whitfield said, "I've accepted Bruce's marriage proposal." Jane Marie and I enthusiastically gave our heartiest congratulations with smiles and handshakes and hugs all around. Clearly, the two were in love now and, from Father's confession to me, had been in love for years. After Jane Marie and I returned to our chairs, Mrs. Whitfield continued, saying, "If you don't mind, we'll be married by the priest when he comes here to perform your marriage." "We would be delighted to share the priest with you," I said, and Jane Marie voiced the same conclusion. "Until then, I'm going to move to Ironwood so we can be together," she confided. "We'll leave in the morning," Father said. "Should I dispatch James to retrieve Mary Elizabeth's belongings?" "I'll have Samuel bring them over," I replied. "And I'll have him take Constance Anne with him. I know Elizabeth would like to see her." "Wonderful idea," Father replied. We talked of weddings and couples and bright shining futures, of them at Ironwood and Jane Marie and me at Whitlands. I promised to reserve Mrs. Whitfield's bedroom in The Manor for their exclusive use when they stayed with us. "Ah, a bedroom here in The Manor," Father said. "Stand up, girl." "Bruce," Mrs. Whitfield said, stifling a giggle, but she quickly rose. He hefted her in his arms and strode down the hall. She looked back at us with an angelic countenance and said, "Good night, children. Sweet dreams." "We will be that happy," I said. "Yes," Jane Marie sighed. "We will." Love for my intended rushed through me like water from a burst weir. I stood, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her passionately, receiving love as heated in return, as our embrace added fuel to both our fires. I contemplated dragging her to my bed at that moment when I heard girlish giggles. Ebony and Fancy watched from the kitchen door. Jane Marie stood on tip toes to whisper in my ear, "I want you every bit as much, but we must wait." She kissed my cheek and ran toward the stairs and her room. Ebony was openly happy as she watched us, but Fancy's concern flickered in her eyes. "I'll stay in the guest house tonight," I called to Ebony as I strode toward the front door. I preferred the guest house to The Manor's bedroom, for Ebony and I had taken to roaming naked through it and not restricting our romps to the bedroom. After instructing Samuel about the morrow, I went to the guest house to find Ebony naked by the fire. I disrobed as she watched from the floor. I pulled her to her feet, lifted her into my arms, and carried her to bed to copulate until we were exhausted and sleep took us away. The next morning, Father and Mrs. Whitfield departed early for Ironwood on horseback, and Samuel transported her personal possessions and Constance Anne by buckboard. I spent the day hard at work and the evening with Jane Marie. She and I were in the front porch swing that evening after dinner when Samuel returned. To our surprise, Patience was with him. Patience handed me an envelope and said, "It is a letter from Master Bruce. He asked that you read it in private." I kissed my intended good night and retired to the guest house for the night with Ebony and Patience. I opened Father's envelope to find two papers, one a document transferring ownership of Patience to me and the other a letter. The letter read: "Patience is yours now for reasons I will explain when next we meet. Like her daughter, she is a woman who enjoys pleasing a man. I am sure you will not deny her that pleasure." I asked Patience, "Do you know what this letter says?" South Carolina law prohibited the teaching of Negroes, free or slave, to read or write. I was not surprised when Patience replied, "I didn't read it, but Master Bruce told me he gave me to you and that I am now your slave." She smiled sweetly. "I shall be pleased to serve you, Master Robert." "As you served Mr. Whitfield and my Father?" "Of course, Master Robert. I would be sorely disappointed if my service was any less." I looked at Ebony expectantly, only to be surprised by her lack of possessiveness. She said, "You're master enough for more than one woman, Bobby," which surprised Patience at Ebony's use of the familiar name for me and warmed me by the compliment. I flopped back onto the chesterfield and Ebony and Patience knelt beside me. I studied my slaves and contemplated the swirling currents in my river of life. I must admit while I was eager to enjoy Patience, I was indecisive as to how to proceed for I was a novice in multiple-person copulation. A larger part of my hesitation was my desire to not bring heartache to Ebony, for she and I were developing a stronger relationship than mere flesh and I wished to deepen it further. Ebony read my thoughts for she said, "Mother and I have previously laid on each side of a man, Bobby. One of us would wait and watch as he took the other, or we both would please him at the same time. We have lain side by side as a man mounted each of us. We have pleased another man while our master watched. And we have pleasured each other as our master or his friends watched us. Both of us will do anything you ask." I had heard gossip from other boys of sex between women and of sex between men. The latter was anathema to me so I banished it all from my mind as inaccurate childhood rumors. Yet, I could easily see Patience and Ebony openly giving and receiving pleasure with their own gender. "Please each other?" I said. "Yes, Master," Patience answered. "We would never do it, or provide any other pleasure to anyone, without your permission," she continued with trepidation. "He knows that, Mother," Ebony said, revealing her trust in me and assuaging her mother's concerns. My manhood reacted to their words and my thoughts, and I was stirred to action. "Let me see you, Patience," I said. She gracefully stood, slipped her dress over her head, and tossed it aside. Patience's breasts, easily as large as her elder daughter's, hung lower on her chest, and her hip bones had a wider spread. She was quite appealing with a deportment both devoid of modesty and full of sensuality. I went to her to learn her shape with my hands, which pleased her as she studied me with a passive lewdness. As I hefted her right breast and stroked it with my thumb, I felt the ridge of an old scar that came from below and crossed across her areola to end above the breast. I turned her as my hands followed that ridge to her back where I discovered permanent evidence of a long-ago whipping. Her back bore the lash's trail as if four were received there, with three more across her buttocks and one on the back of her legs. "Who gave you these?" I asked. "Master Edward did, Master Robert." "Ebony said he beat her but she doesn't bear these marks," I said. "Master Edward only used the light whip on her, Master. He used the bullwhip on me." As I stroked the scars on her buttocks, I could think of nothing a woman as willing as Patience to obey her Master could do to deserve such treatment. However, Father's words from our journey concerning whipping a woman came back to me, raising the question if Patience was always so eager to please, or the whip made her that way. Even my wanton Ebony felt the whip before her first intercourse, raising the same issue with her. I contemplated Jane Marie, Father's comments about spanking her, and the lust for me I saw in her face. And I thought of Fancy, who seemed more than frightened at the prospects of taking my cock. Perhaps Mr. Whitfield was correct in beginning his slave-girls with the whip's encouragement. "May we undress you?" Ebony asked. "Of course," I replied. Four hands busy at undressing perform the task quickly, yet the pace was maddening for I was anxious for Patience. When I was in my natural state, Ebony said, "Why don't you and Mother lie by the fire here while I build the fire in the bedroom?" Patience waited for my signal before lying back on the soft rug in front of the center room's fire. I lay with her and kissed her. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and pulled it to her. As I enjoyed my second woman for the first time, I discovered women may appear to be the same but are different, each with a unique feel and taste and touch. My ride with Patience was a silent canter compared to the noisy gallop Ebony often gave me. The greatest difference was the depth of their emotion. Patience was pleasing me as she would any man, but Ebony and I had transcended mere flesh to rise to a more ethereal exchange. That is not to cast aspersions at Patience, for she was a happy and pleasurable partner. Rather it is to say there was an emotional coupling between Ebony and I that Patience and I would never have. After I climaxed with Patience's arms and legs around me, I became aware of Ebony kneeling on the floor beside us and watching. Her face was open and sensual, without a hint of displeasure at my copulation with her mother. I rolled on my back and Ebony leaned toward me, kissing my belly near the navel and nibbling her way down to take my cock in her mouth. "Let's get in bed," I said. She stood, offered her hands to help us arise, and we three stumbled into bed with Patience on my left and Ebony on my right. I pulled Ebony to me and kissed her. As we kissed, my manhood pushed its way between her thighs to rub against her the bud of her cunt. "Please fuck me, Bobby," she said softly and ripe with love. I crawled upon her and she guided me into her with her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck as we experienced each other with an intensity only lovers share. Our coupling was slow, letting the physical and mental of intercourse take us both away to new heights until we reached our rewards together. The next day as I worked, visions of Ebony and Patience pleasuring each other continually intervened in my thoughts. I had only one concern - the potential impact on my relationship with Ebony. I knew other men - other slave owners - would demand their performance without the slightest regard for either of them, and, in truth, consideration of Patience's feelings gave me only a momentary pause. Ebony was another matter entirely. I decided to test the issue head-on by returning to The Manor during the afternoon where I found Ebony in the kitchen, assisting in the preparation of dinner. She was surprised by my presence, but followed me into the rear yard. "Would it displease you if I wanted to observe you with Patience?" I asked. Her face brightened and she spoke truthfully from her heart, saying, "You don't know how happy I am that you asked. Thank you." She took a tiny step and raised her head in preparation to bring her lips to mine, but stopped and appeared embarrassed. Father's words about a mistress coming to her man only in the dark of night played in my mind. Ebony stepped back and said, "You're the only person I want to lie with, Bobby, but as your woman, I want to please you. Doing as you want far outweighs any hesitation I might have." She giggled at my countenance. "Can you wait until tonight?" she teased. "I should return to my labors," I replied. She batted her eyelashes and thrust out her chest. "Temptress," I scolded. "I only want to make my master happy," she replied sultrily. "I'll be happy tonight," I said. "Now back into the kitchen." "Yes, Master," she replied. She swayed back to the house with her dress tight around her and her buttocks thrust back to entice with every step. When she was inside, I mounted Palmetto and returned to the fields. Fortunately that night, Jane Marie was tired and we agreed to end our evening early. I went to the Guest House, built the fire, and disrobed to wait impatiently for my slaves to finish their labors in The Manor. When they arrived, Ebony saw my erection. Grinning widely but without speaking, she fell to her knees in front of me, using hands and mouth to quickly bring my ejaculation, which she swallowed as she always did. "Feel better, Bobby?" she teased as she licked a dab of sperm from her lip. I grunted affirmatively. "Now you can watch us less painfully," she said. She stood, removed her dress, and tossed it aside. I anticipated the mother would direct the child and their play would be gentle and slow, but Ebony was a demanding aggressor, swatting Patience on the ass with a resounding smack, and commanding her to lie prone. When Patience promptly obeyed, Ebony squatted over her mouth and commanded, "Do me well, Mother." I lay down beside Patience with my head next to hers. From that vantage point, I could see her lips and tongue on Ebony's cunt and Ebony's face as she enjoyed the pleasure her mother brought her. More importantly, as Ebony's dear face reflected her rising passions, I could see what was not there - what had been missing when first she and I copulated and what was missing now. That is a reflection of desires and feelings beyond the physical. Still, Ebony did dearly enjoy sex in all its forms and watching her aroused my animal needs and made it difficult for me to only observe and not participate. Her hands trailed up her body to roughly seize her breasts, and twist and pull her teats in tempo to her mother's tongue lashing her sex. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, as she writhed in passion's grip. Patience's eyes were wide as she watched her daughter's face. Her hands stroked the flesh of Ebony's thighs. And her own legs were tightly pressed together as her pubis humped the air. When her lips covered Ebony's protruding love button, Ebony moaned, "That's it, Mother." Their tempo hurried as Ebony thrust her cunt against her mother's mouth. Ebony groaned with her face distorted in her climax as her mother's cheeks hollowed in her effort until Ebony slumped forward, gasping for breath. When Ebony rolled aside, I mounted Patience to ride her cunt until my own climax came. As I drifted to sleep with Ebony and Patience pressed tightly against me, I realized watching them have sex with each other was pleasant but not pleasurable for me. I was a man of action, wishing to participate rather than observe. ***** The next three weeks sped by in a flash, with days spent in building Whitlands, evenings spent with my bride-to-be, and nights spent with both Ebony and Patience, unless one was absent because she was in The Manor with Fancy. When the wedding was only three days away, Father and Mrs. Whitfield returned to Whitlands, bringing Elizabeth and Constance Anne with them. I had never seen Father or Mrs. Whitfield look happier. We spent a boisterous evening reveling in the dining room, but before we departed, Father asked to speak to me alone. I directed Patience and Ebony to await me in the guest house and followed Father down the front steps toward the stand of decorative trees. There he faced me and spoke with intensity. "I have come to the seat of Mary Elizabeth's feelings concerning Patience and her late husband, and I have discovered something you need to understand," he said. I nodded. "Do you know the term 'Sapphic love?'" "No, I don't," I replied. "It is when one woman has sex with another, using hands and mouth and body to bring the other to climax," Father said. "Ebony and Patience do that, but they didn't give it a name," I said. "That is what it is called," Father continued. "I told you Edward suspected Mary Elizabeth of adultery. His punishment was to deny her himself, which was to deny her any man, while he availed himself of Patience. About a year after her enforced celibacy began, he caught her masturbating and multiplied her punishment. He ordered a female slave to spend every waking moment with her and deny her self-pleasure if she sought it, which increased her sexual frustration and further humiliated her because the slaves knew her predicament. "By night, he bound her to her bed with ropes to deny her nocturnal release, but his cruelty did not end there. He commanded Patience to have Sapphic love with her each night, to bring her to desire's deliriums and then deny her the climax she desperately needed. Edward would spew invectives to debase her further while he watched his wife's torture. He often finished by copulating with Patience as Mary Elizabeth lay bound and unrequited next to them. "He ceased this Hell only when Mary Elizabeth was broken, with her female needs so deeply buried as to be unrecoverable." "But they were recoverable," I said. "Thank God, yes, but that is not the point. Mary Elizabeth hated him for doing that to her and hated Patience for her part." "I saw the marks he left on Patience's back, so I suspect she did it out of fear of her own punishment." "At first, but Mary Elizabeth says Patience grew to enjoy the sexual acts themselves," Father divulged. "Still, the tale is not yet told." I had a queer feeling in my gut. "Mary Elizabeth was further angered because Patience introduced her daughters to Sapphic love and they taught Jane Marie. While Ebony enjoys it as she enjoys any sex, Fancy seems particularly addicted to it. She and Jane Marie are lovers, Robert, and have been for several years." I was lightheaded, dumb, and rooted to the spot. The implications for a happy marriage were clear. Father waited patiently, forcing me to address problems thrown at me and come to my own conclusions. I was in control of my emotions when I spoke. "Fancy spends each night in The Manor. From what you just told me, I suspect she sleeps with Jane Marie rather than in her own room," I said. "That is probably correct," Father replied. "If Jane Marie is addicted to Fancy and Sapphic love with her, I will deal with that problem. It is no reason to cancel our marriage, for the reasons to wed are separate and apart from sex," I said. "Correct, but how will you deal with it?" he asked. "That depends on whether Jane Marie prefers Fancy or me, doesn't it?" "Yes, and let me add that Jane Marie does love you and has yet to experience sex with a man." "Which mean she doesn't know if she prefers a man or a woman until after the marriage," I replied. "You're a shrewd man, my son," he said with pride. "One more thing, Father," I said. "Does Mrs. Whitfield wish retribution against Patience?" "No. I burst that reservoir of discontent, but I do not wish to test the waters by keeping Patience nearby." He smiled warmly. "Mary Elizabeth's ardor is bringing me happiness beyond my expectations. I will do nothing to dampen it." We talked moments more before parting, he to The Manor and I to the guest house. When I entered, Ebony and Patience were sitting on the chesterfield, both naked as was my preference in their dress. They smiled and rose, each coming to me for kisses before they undressed me. After we found our pleasures and they, as always, lay beside me, I thought of Father's revelations and of my bride-to-be and the three slave-women who were an essential portion of our lives. I was contemplating if Jane Marie was addicted to Fancy and to Sapphic love when it dawned on me that I was addicted to Ebony and had no intention of surrendering my pleasures with her. Patience was another matter. As Jane Marie had said, she was pleasant and compliant, all-in-all an ideal slave, but I could be separated from her without great protest. While I had a modicum of disquietude as to Jane Marie's ultimate sexual loyalties, I had no doubt she loved me and would be an excellent wife. Still, I wondered what the future would bring. To be continued

MacKenzie's Journal I The Journey By Ezra Zane In early Spring of the year of Our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Thirty-Nine, I, Robert James MacKenzie, was a strapping lad of sixteen, not fully grown at six feet in height and with the red-topped, raw-boned strength of my ancestors. My father, Robert Bruce MacKenzie, my sister, Elizabeth, who was thirteen, and I lived at Ironwood. My mother, may God rest her soul, departed for her eternal reward in 1827. Ironwood lay on the flat plains in western South Carolina abutting the Savannah River. It was primarily a cotton and tobacco plantation, but we grew a variety of crops including corn, wheat, barley, and other grains. We had a large garden for our vegetables, an orchard of fruit and nut trees, and cattle, sheep, swine, and poultry for meat and by-products. More than a simple farm, Ironwood was a community producing nearly everything we needed. Houses were built, clothes made, plows mended, horses shod. Unlike some plantations whose owners were less enterprising than my father and grandfather, Ironwood had its own blacksmith shop, tannery and harness shop, and an apothecary. Our midwives assisted in the many births. We needed little that the plantation didn't produce except salt and iron goods. Farming our vast lands and multiple crops required countless hard days of toil in the fields. All our workers, in truth, all the denizens of Ironwood except my family, were Negro slaves. My grandfather acquired the first slaves when he founded Ironwood over fifty years before. Since then, our slaveholdings had grown as the plantation grew. Many of our slaves were born and raised at Ironwood. Others were acquired from the slave markets in Savannah or other plantations. Grandfather and Father both treated our slaves far differently than was typical. "I've followed my own father's footsteps, Robert," Father once told me. "I treat my slaves better and give them more than other slave owners. They work harder for the better life." At Ironwood, the whip was rarely used. Rather, uncooperative or unproductive slaves were sold. Ironwood was the only plantation I knew of where a slave, rather than a hired white-man, was the overseer, as the manager was called. Our overseer was named Jonah. Approximately Father's age, Jonah lived in the largest of the slave houses with his wife, Sarah, who managed the household since Mother died, his two sons, Samuel and David, and his daughter, Constance Anne, who was named after Mother. We were at dinner one night, seated, as always, with Father at the head, Elizabeth on his left, and I opposite him. Father looked at me and said, "Robert, Mr. Whitfield died and his funeral is day after tomorrow at Whitlands. We'll need to leave in the morning. You'll drive the buckboard and I'll ride alongside." "Why can't I go?" Elizabeth asked. "We'll be bringing back slaves," Father replied. I responded, "I'll be ready, Father." From the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah watching me intently and I wondered why. Before sunrise the next morning, Sarah awakened me. I dressed in my traveling suit, packed my best clothes to wear at the funeral, and trotted downstairs to eat another of our cook's delicious breakfasts of eggs, ham, fresh made bread, and strong tea. Immediately upon finishing, we gathered our greatcoats to ward off the cold dankness of the early morn, checked and holstered our weapons, and joined Jonah in front of the Great House where he had readied our horses. I did not like driving the buckboard. The easy gait of horseback was less tiring on my backside than the buckboard's bounce and our riding horses set a quicker pace than the buckboard's paired draft horses. Father hadn't asked my opinion and I, therefore, didn't give one. With Father on Liberty, his red steed, leading the way, we rode down Ironwood's main road, past the gardens and the fruit tree orchards to the main gate where we joined the common road leading to Whitlands. Father paid me no mind. He was surveying his fields as we rode. The sun had been up an hour or so when Father raised his hand to indicate we should stop. I set the brake and tied the reins around it before stepping down to stretch my legs and ease my already aching bones. We stripped off our greatcoats and tossed them in back of the buckboard before drinking a bit of water from the canteen Sarah packed for us. The day threatened inclement weather, but as yet the rains of March weren't upon us. When he was ready for us to begin again, Father surprised me by tying Liberty to the buckboard. "I'll ride with you, Robert," he said. "Why don't I drive for awhile? "If you wish," I replied. I climbed aboard, sitting on the left in the driver's seat as Father loosened the reins, released the brake, and popped the reins on the team's rumps to start us again. There was only one reason Father would ride with me, for he hated the buckboard as much as I did. He had something he wanted to say. I was silent. He would tell me in his own good time. We passed the main gate to Riverwood, the plantation that adjoined ours, before he began. "Robert, we need to talk about women and children and life," he said seriously. Certainly, I was surprised. I knew about reproduction of animals as any farm boy my age would, although I had not yet experienced my own first mating despite a rapidly increasing eagerness to do so. "Edward Whitfield was a good farmer. Whitlands is a prime property. I want it, and Edward wanted me to have it upon his demise." I said nothing. Father looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "I do appreciate a respectful silence, Son," he said. "But you're welcome to join in the conversation. You will be a man in the blink of an eye." "Are you going to buy Whitlands?" I asked. "No, Robert. I have arranged for you to marry Jane Marie." I choked and gasped, which made him guffaw so loudly he scared birds from the trees. He slapped me on the back. "I wish you could see your face," he said. I didn't want to see my face. I'm sure it was red and mottled as it always is when I'm flustered. "Father, I don't want to marry her," I said when I had recovered my tongue. "Why not? She's a good looking lass." "It's not that. She's a... a shrew." "Edward preferred to think of her as high-spirited. She will be a challenge for you." "Challenge? She'll be the death of me," I said. "Hardly. She's certainly no worse than her mother." "Who drove Mr. Whitfield to an early grave," I said, hoping for any point in my favor to worm my way from under this life sentence he had pronounced on me. "Do you think?" Father asked. I could tell by his tone he was wise to my gambit. "Of course," I bluffed. "Even I could see the meanness of her spirit." Father fixed his cool, calm eyes on me. "Every man has a weakness, Robert. That weakness can be anything. Most often, it's cards or whiskey or women's sweet cunts. Edward's weakness was his relationship with Mary Elizabeth, his own wife. Do you remember September, my mare?" "Yes, Father," I replied. September was his favorite horse before Liberty. What she had to do with this discussion, I had no idea. "Do you remember sitting on the fence watching me train her? You might not, you were only eight at the time." "No, I remember. September was the first horse I watched you break." "Were you there the day we roped her legs and whipped her?" "Yes, I was," I answered. "That day made her docile, more malleable and eager to please. I didn't bring the whip harshly to her at first. I tried softer techniques, but, in the end, the whip brought her to heel." "Are you suggesting a woman should be treated that way?" "I'm saying a harsh and demanding hand with a liberal dose of punishment can soften a woman's demeanor, but it should be applied only if all else fails." "Even Mrs. Whitfield?" "I think she would greatly benefit from it." "But we don't whip our slaves," I said. "No, we don't, and I hope we never will." "Then why would a man whip a white woman who is his wife?" He laughed. "Because you can't sell them," he said. He popped the reins and called to the team. They quickened their pace. I was sorely confused. Here I was still a virgin with bright shining ideas of marriage and baser ideas of the hard coupling of bodies I only knew from hints in books or whispers with my friends, and yet, I was quickly to be a married man shackled to a shrew of a wife with her painful harping blighting my own bleak future. And whipping? I knew slaves were whipped when their master thought it was needed. At Father's insistence, I had witnessed that harsh punishment of two unfortunate souls at Riverwood, whose owner felt the whip was the only way to bring compliance with his wishes. But a woman? My wife? Suddenly, a question popped into mind. "Did you whip Mother?" I blurted out. He looked sharply at me and flicked the reins again. I hardly remembered my mother, who died giving birth to Elizabeth when I was three. What I do remember was a soft, warm, smiling women who sang to me at night and talked to me in hushed, loving tones, whose eyes sparkled with tender mischief when we played a game. I sometimes stood before her portrait hanging above the fireplace in the parlor and stared, letting her countenance renew my dim memories. I wondered what she was like in flesh and blood, and if my recollections of her arms around me when I was small were as they truly were or figments of my fertile imagination. I had never thought of her as a woman, only a mother. Father's comments to me that day thrust her into a different light. Father kept his face from me, but I saw him brush a tear from his cheek. He slowed the rig to a stop, set the brake, and stepped down. I watched him walk away, pretending to check the harness while bringing his handkerchief to his eyes. Turning to me, he said, "I'll ride for awhile." He untied Liberty's reins from the buckboard, mounted, and kicked the big horse ahead at a gallop. I slid behind the buckboard's reins, released the brake, and followed after him. What was my mother like? I had met other women and I knew what they were like. My father's mother was tall and thin, with a perpetually sour face as if lemons were her only sustenance. Except at dinner, I don't remember ever seeing her without a prayer book in her hand or a shawl draped over her bony shoulders. Mrs. Whitfield was a shrew, carping and biting. Mrs. Townsend, of the Savannah Townsends and wife of Father's solicitor, was plump as a berry and bland as oatmeal with nary a thought of her own. I liked to think Mother was like Elizabeth, my sister, or, I should say, Elizabeth was like Mother. Elizabeth was bright and shiny with eyes that either glowed with happiness or batted petulantly when she wanted her way. Elizabeth was a sprite, a bundle of sweet smelling joy dancing through Ironwood and our lives. Yes, Mother must have been that way. Father's reaction was too strong for anything else. My thoughts turned to Jane Marie Whitfield, my bride-to-be if Father carried through with his awful plan. Jane Marie was striking with black hair down to her waist and white porcelain skin. Lately, she kept her cute nose high in the air, to everyone's misfortune. And she did have beautiful blue eyes. I knew those eyes when she flirted with me, and Jane Marie had played the coquette more than once. But more often lately I had seen those eyes angry and spiteful. To see her then was like looking in the open gates of Hell. That view of her, and living with it forever, disheartened me. As to Jane Marie's body, I had some idea since the white women in our region often dressed in flowing gowns, leaving their shoulders bare, with corsets and stays to narrow their waists and raise their bosoms in, for me at least, an unfulfilled promise of treasures to come. I must admit I found the long curve of Jane Marie's neck, the perfect symmetry of her collarbones, and the soft flesh flowing to what appeared to be well-formed breasts quite appealing. However, the gowns they wore and the boots they donned to enhance their shapely feet and the pains with which they applied their makeup, all to attract the attention of men, seemed to be folly, for when we were attracted, they drove us off, huffing that our attentions were unwanted. The slaves in the fields wore less armament, dressing simply in loose, flowing dresses that moved in the wind as they worked. That wind was an ally to man, sometimes blowing their dresses against their bodies revealing valleys and hills to titillate our thoughts. I had seen only one woman naked. It was a queer incident of fate lasting only a few moments, but those moments were stamped in my brain as indelibly as the foundry's name was stamped on a plow. We had a slave named Pearly Bright. She was a house slave, which meant she worked in the house as a maid or cook or laundress rather than in the fields. Her residence, unlike all the other slaves, was adjunct to the Great House itself, allowing her entrance without enduring the weather. Late one night less than a year ago, I awoke with a deep hunger for the gooseberry pie I knew Cook had left in the kitchen. I quietly slipped out of my bed and padded downstairs in my stocking feet to find the sweetness to dispatch my ache. The moon was bright that night, filtering through the shade trees on the kitchen side of the house. Before I could light a kitchen candle, I heard a giggle and the patter of feet. I froze, hidden, I thought, in the darkness of the room. In a moment, a female form floated out of the hall and crossed the kitchen toward the door leading to Pearly Bright's quarters. The moonlight reflected from her shiny black skin for she was in all her naked glory. How I wished for the brightness of the sun or a candelabra, at least, to illuminate what I could see-the roundness of her breasts with the long hard tissue jutting from it, the curve of her backside and her legs-and reveal what I couldn't see at all but desperately wanted to see-the hidden secrets of her sex. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob to her quarters and half-turned to look at me. The brightness of her teeth flashed like a lighthouse beacon with the whites of her eyes reflective counterpoints. "You needs to ask yo' Pappy for a pretty little girl like me, Master Robert," she said in a tone I'd never heard but knew instinctively represented raw carnality. She opened the door and was gone, leaving me shaking and unbelieving of what had transpired. I was struck dumb, not recovering my senses until I found myself in my own room with a gooseberry pie in one hand and a painfully stiff manhood in the other. I dispatched the latter before sinking back in my feather bed to eat the former and dream of Pearly Bright. I knew then Pearly Bright wasn't walking naked through the Great House at Ironwood for no reason. That hall led to Father's bedroom. I didn't ask him about it because of my own embarrassment. Thereafter, I watched him and Pearly Bright. During the day, he treated her no differently than he treated the other slaves, and she was a good servant who acted like she deserved no special preferences. But I suddenly could see what I suspect had been there all along but invisible to me. I saw the tiny downturn of her head accompanied by those big black eyes staring up at him through her lashes, or the tilt of her body as she served by bowing from the waist to offer to him a glance at her breasts, or other signals of her sexuality, and her eagerness to share it with him. I realized, too, I had seen those signals other times from her to him, and from other women to other men. I had even seen such signs from Jane Marie Whitfield to me on more than one occasion, but I had been too naive to understand them. I certainly did wish my Father would provide me with a pretty girl like Pearly Bright to patter to my bed and do with me what I could only imagine, but I did not ask. To do so would have been a violation of the unspoken social contract I felt with him. I reconsidered Jane Marie and her signals, wondering if they were intentional and for me, or intentional but I was only a surrogate for someone else whether named or unnamed, or unintentional and part of nature's plan her body unthinkingly performed as she grew. Of course, now that I was aware of the import of those subtle signs, I was determined to act upon them. I saw Jane Marie on a regular basis as our families visited back and forth at one plantation or the other. The next time she passed those signs, I responded, receiving a screech, a slap, and a tongue lashing for my effort, which led me to believe she was a tease. Never once did I consider I might have read the signs incorrectly for I had studied Pearly Bright's movements with the intensity a scientist studies a bug, and felt assured in my conclusions. We visited the Whitfields again, and again Jane Marie passed me the signs. I did not respond for I knew what to expect. I was slapped anyway and labeled a cad for ignoring her. Certainly, no man can happily suffer this kind of treatment and I did not look forward to Jane Marie's presence in my life. I saw Father standing beside Liberty on the edge of the roadway. The sun was high over us now and I suddenly realized my belly was empty. I stopped beside him. As I watered the horses, he opened the traveling basket Cook had prepared and set a table on the buckboard's wide bed. We ate standing up to allow the part of us that most suffered the journey's ride an opportunity to rest. When our repast was complete, he tied Liberty to the rig and took its reins to drive. I sat silently beside him and waited for him to speak. "I loved your Mother, God rest her soul. I loved her with all my heart." The rattle of the buckboard, the chatter of the harness, and the rhythmical plodding of the horses' hooves did not fill the void his silence left. I was contemplating if my newly received permission to enter the conversation at will entitled me to speak here, when Father spoke again. "I have never told you our story, have I?" "No, sir." "Weddings are arranged, Robert, as I have arranged for you to marry Jane Marie. It isn't so with all people. Some of the lower classes wed whoever will have them or whoever first becomes round with their child, but arranged marriages are our way. Your mother and I were an arranged marriage, as were our parents before us and their parents before them. There is too much at risk for it to be left to chance. Ownership of land and businesses pass by marriage. Heritage and family traditions and accumulated wealth all pass by marriage. Do you understand?" "I think so, but, well...." "Go on, Robert. Speak your mind." "You say you loved Mother, but you had no say in marrying her." "That's true, but my father saw that I loved her even though I was too young to be aware of it. And he saw that she loved me. There were other matches he could have made for me, matches that would enrich our family purse beyond what dear Constance brought to us, but he knew our true feelings for each other and arranged our marriage for our mutual benefit." "Then why are you shackling me to Jane Marie?" I cried. "She loves you and you will love her if you don't now." "How can you say that? I despise her." "Do you?" he asked. "I said I did." "Then why do your eyes gleam in happy anticipation when we go to Whitlands? Why do you stand straight and tall while we're there? And why are you so angry when she doesn't fall at your feet like a happy puppy?" His eyes twinkled and he was grinning like a cat. "I'll tell you. Because you want her to want you and when she acts like she doesn't, you are hurt and confused." "That's not it." "Yes, it is, and I was the same way with your mother." He closed his eyes and was lost in thought, not even realizing the team had slowed once again. "My God, Constance was a flirt. She would sashay and giggle and bat those big eyes at me. She'd pretend she had some secret to tell me and come close to whisper in my ear, but it was a ploy to tantalize my senses with her delicious fragrance and push her breasts into me to tease me with their softness." "Oh." He chuckled. "I've seen Jane Marie do that with you." "I know," I replied, remembering the feel of Jane Marie's body on mine. "Constance teased me unmercifully from the time we met when I was fifteen and she was thirteen. By the time we married two years later, I was as keen as a bull in mating season for her. She didn't disappoint me. Not once." He popped the reins and the team stepped up their pace. "You asked if I ever whipped her. I never did although I did warm her pretty bottom with my hand a few times for our enjoyment." "But there's a whip hanging on the wall of your bedroom." "Ah, yes. Let me explain how that came to be. On the day before we married, her father asked to see me in his study. I had never been alone with Mr. Courtland and I didn't know what to expect. When we entered, Constance was sitting primly on a chair by his desk. He motioned for me to sit. When I did, he handed me that whip. 'A woman is like a horse, Bruce,' he said. 'Sometimes she needs a whip to encourage her to perform her tasks. That whip was made for you, to use on my daughter if she earns it.' I was much surprised as you might imagine. My dear Constance was watching me like a bird watches a bug and I studied her with the same intensity. "Then Mr. Courtland asked, 'Do you have anything to say, Constance?' Your mother spoke the truth from her soul, saying, 'Use it if I need it, Bruce, but I promise you now that I will never need it for I will be the wife of your dreams.' Upon our marriage, we settled into the Little House at Ironwood. She hung the whip on the wall there. When we moved into the Great House, she again hung that whip near our bed. I never took it down. She was, as she solemnly promised, the wife of my dreams." "I need to pee," I said. "Me, too," he replied. He brought the rig to a halt and we dismounted to relieve ourselves on the bushes beside the road. Once underway, I said, "Do you think I will need a whip for Jane Marie?" "You might. She has seen her mother's carping and the misery she wrought on Edward. She might think that is the way a marriage is supposed to be because humans, like cats or dogs, learn from watching their elders. If she does, I'd suggest a good spanking with your hand on the night such behavior first appears to encourage her in the right direction. If further corporeal punishment is needed, you can administer it later." "When will we marry?" I asked. At this point, I must state I felt no apprehension concerning my impending nuptials to Jane Marie. Father's discussion heightened my awareness of relationships with the fairer sex and shed a bright light on my intended and her behavior. I realized she was most definitely interested in me as a man and that her flirtatious teasing, which started as early as I could remember, had increased to the point of being intolerable only lately. Clearly, she was focusing her feminine wiles on me in hopes of bringing me to her side at the altar. I, of course, had responded as would be anticipated, with increasing mental frustration and a growing awareness in my genitals that she was a woman I would enjoy, for Jane Marie was a lovely and fiery girl, high-spirited and quick witted as well as charming when she wished to be. I had spent many lovely hours with her, which my memory hid as her teasing became unbearable. As I reexamined her actions toward me and my reactions to her, I knew those happy times would be multiplied upon completion of our nuptials. "Our reason for visiting Whitlands is threefold, Robert. First, of course, is to attend Edward's funeral. Second is to set the date of your marriage to Jane Marie if I can assuage your objections to marrying her. "I have no objections, Father. I think Jane Marie will make me an excellent wife." He looked askance at me. "Oh? You said she was a shrew." "I have reconsidered and I was wrong." "I was serious about your taking her in hand and providing the guidance she needs." "I know and I will, but I see her differently now. I think she will welcome my husbandly requests." "You've made a good decision, Robert. Jane Marie does love you and you love her more than you realize," he said warmly. He rushed the horses again. "The third reason we are visiting Whitlands is to acquire three slaves, a woman named Patience and her two daughters. You know Pearly Bright was my mistress." I felt the warmth of a blush rising in me. "Yes, sir," I said. "She told me about that night you saw her coming from my bedroom and what she said to you." "You knew?" popped from me. "Yes, and I waited for you to ask me for a girl of your own. You never did." "I thought you would be appalled," I replied. "No. In fact, Jonah and I had our eyes on one or two we thought might be suitable for you." "I wish I had asked," I said dejectedly. "That's water under the bridge now. Patience was Edward's mistress. I am acquiring her for several reasons. Foremost in my mind is that she is a beautiful and sensual woman well skilled in pleasing a man and eager to use those skills for his enjoyment. But foremost in Edward's mind was to remove her and her daughters from Whitlands and any vengeance Mary Elizabeth might work upon them. Patience was a thorn in Mary Elizabeth's side that festered mightily." "She knew about his mistress?" "Yes, and so did Jane Marie. Women of our class expect their husbands to take mistresses, whether from the readily available slaves or some white trollop they stumble upon, so they turn a blind eye to our dalliances and accept without discourse our lovers, even if they are within the confines of their own house and among its servants. But there are unspoken rules we all understand and those rules must be followed. Edward did not follow those rules and he suffered the consequences. That was his mistake and a mistake you should not make in your own marriage. Mary Elizabeth's heart hardened from his flaunting of Patience. Bad leads to bad. As she hardened, Edward turned more to Patience rather than dealing with his own wife, increasing her concerns and multiplying her discontent like fertilizer grows crops." I knew Patience. She was a house slave at Whitlands, an unusually striking woman with an air of unrestrained sensuality. As I remembered my many visits there, the interplay between Mr. Whitfield, his wife, and his mistress slowly became apparent. "What are the rules?" I asked. "That's a particularly good question and a hard one to answer, for in each household husband and wife modify and adapt those rules to fit their own peculiarities. Some base rules do apply. You should never flaunt your mistress or tease or taunt your wife with her, and never compare the two. You do not ignore your wife or her needs. Your wife must always believe she is the first and most important woman in your life. The base rule for the wife is to never ask if you have a mistress, or question your absences from her own bed, or raise an issue about the subtle interchange sexual familiarity always brings. If she violates this rule and does question your relationship, you must deny it, deny it with all your powers to persuade, even if she finds you in bed together and the proof is undeniable." "So you lie to her even when you both know it is a lie and she accepts it as truth." "Exactly." "Strange," I said. "Perhaps, but true. Edward violated those rules and so did Mary Elizabeth. They both suffered the consequences. But it was Edward's awful flaunting that was the ultimate wedge between them." "How did he flaunt the rules?" I asked. "The final split was to lay Patience down on the dinner table and take her there as Mary Elizabeth sat seething at the other end and a guest watched in horror. That was unforgivable and a terrible humiliation not only for Mary Elizabeth but for Patience and the guest." "Were you the guest?" "Yes, I was, to my mortification. Later, when we two were alone, I bitterly chastised Edward for his conduct, but he was unrepentant as to Mary Elizabeth, although he was sorely saddened by his action's impact on his relationship with both Patience and me. "That is something else you must remember, Robert. Your mistress may be a common girl or a slave over whom you have the power of life and death, but she is, first and foremost, a woman. She knows, as do you, her children will not bear your name except in the most queer of circumstances and her presence in your life is subject to an abrupt and uncontrollable ending because your relationship is of and for the flesh and not for fortune and family and name. "She knows you will not call for her in the brightness of parties and social occasions but in the dimness of night when she comes to you stealthily, so she must know her importance to you as a harbinger of joy and heat and pleasures of the flesh and believe those pleasures are great and highly valued by you. More importantly, she must know you care for her." "I know I have no experience in these matters, but it seems to me having a mistress and not caring for her makes no sense," I said. "I agree, but not all men do. There are men who will take a woman, particularly a slave woman, and toss her aside like rubbish when their pleasure is complete. That robs them and the women of some of the greatest pleasures, those that only come from a deeper communion than mere flesh." Father did not speak for some time as he patiently waited for me to digest all he had said. When he believed I was ready, he spoke again. "Patience has two daughters, Ebony, who is two years older than you, and Fancy, who was born the same week as Jane Marie and, like her, is approaching sixteen. Edward fathered those girls. He knew when he died Mary Elizabeth could make their lives a living Hell. He didn't want that for them, for he may have loved them in his own way. I promised him I would provide for them and see to their needs." I remembered Ebony. She was a fine looking girl who had been blessed in her physical attributes. I did not remember Fancy. "Patience will become my mistress. A man needs a woman in his life and she is a striking woman." "Why did you give up Pearly Bright?" I asked. "It was time. She was ready for a husband and Micah sorely wanted her." "Father, is..." "Her child mine?" he said completing my thought. "No, he isn't. I have only one other child, Felicity, Eliza's eldest." Eliza had been a house slave, occupying the quarters Pearly Bright later occupied and which now stood empty. She was our chief seamstress, managing other slaves and providing all the clothing worn at Ironwood. Her husband, James, was one of Jonah's trusted assistants, who would be entitled "assistant overseer" if such titles were given. "If something happens to me, Robert, I want you to provide for Felicity and Eliza and James and their other children." "Yes, Father," I said. "We have complete control over our slaves. We may buy and sell or kill and maim or do whatever we wish with them, but they are humans, Robert, and only a fool acts without consideration of their feelings. There are too many fools in the Carolinas and, I tell you, we may well rue the day we enslaved them." "I understand," I replied. I think I did comprehend what he said, at least on a primitive level. While his discourse explained in good measure his principles in managing our slaves, it also raised other questions, one of which I voiced. "May I ask...I mean...did you, in taking Eliza or Pearly Bright to your bed...was that act itself contrary to their feelings?" "I didn't force them. They came eagerly to me. But we were talking about Patience and her daughters," he said, changing the subject. "Patience will be my mistress and live in the quarters formerly occupied by Pearly Bright. I am giving her daughters to you." My head jerked around and I asked incredulously, "What did you say?" He chuckled. "I'm going to give Ebony and Fancy to you. They will be your slaves." "Mine?" "Yes. Yours." There are, as I was fully cognizant, passages into manhood that each, in its own way, signals one's growth and development. I remembered well events in my own life of that nature, such as the acquisition and mastering of firearms and my first horse. Owning my own slave was such an event. I knew instinctively it was all preparation for my marriage and, eventually, my own plantation. While my mind pondered the grander scheme of wife, children, and land, a part of me stirred at the thoughts of my slave girl providing the rich and essential services that Pearly Bright once provided my father. Father, ever observant of those around him, apparently read my thoughts. "Both Ebony and Fancy know of the relationship between their mother and Edward, and they know he is their father. They all know they became our slaves the moment Edward died and we are arriving to transport them back to Ironwood." He hesitated a moment. "I have been told Patience has explained to her daughters the nuances of those liaisons between master and slave and what they, as women, might expect their master to request of them." Infuriatingly, he ceased speaking until I could stand it no more. "And?" I demanded. "I'm told Ebony joyfully anticipates your approach." "And Fancy?" He laughed. "She was less eager, but she is younger and still a virgin while her sister coupled with Edward and at least two of the bucks. Ebony is a trollop one might say, but her experience can be put to good use in your own learning. Enjoy Ebony for now and be patient with Fancy. I suspect she will come around." "Good Lord. Two slave girls and a wife," I muttered. Father laughed and slapped me on the back. He popped the reins hard and hurried us toward Whitlands. My mind reeled with my thoughts bouncing from this subject to that like a staggering drunk. Here was I, who awakened this morning a lad with fleeting cares but who would go to sleep tonight a man who was betrothed, slave owning, and facing the responsibility of inheriting not one, but two, significant farms. Other thoughts flittered through my mind-thoughts of women, although the actual woman changed from Jane Marie to Ebony to Pearly Bright to others I had observed, back and forth in maddening fashion, leaving me with an ache in my trousers and a spinning head. Father and I continued our discussion randomly, primarily with him answering questions popping from me. He reiterated his comments about the subject of slavery, again pointing out the dismal conditions and treatment at Riverwood, particularly as they compared to the slaves' situation at Ironwood. He voiced his intention to raise the slave standards at Whitlands and assigned the task his first priority. We talked more of Mother, who, as I had reasoned, was indeed an older Elizabeth Father had loved mightily and still loved despite the passage of time. We talked about my sister and what he hoped for her. We talked of planting and crops and labor utilization. And we talked of Jane Marie Whitfield, who was to become my wife, and of her mother, Mary Elizabeth, who would be my mother-in-law and, therefore, my burden. Father more fully explained his agreement with Mr. Whitfield, which they had reduced to writing in a legal contract. Father would immediately take over management of Whitlands, with the profits inuring partly to him and partly to Mrs. Whitfield and Jane Marie as provided in Edward's will. Mrs. Whitfield suffered a financial detriment from the harshness separating her from her husband. Edward had, no doubt out of spite, left his wife dependent, in part, on the goodwill of his daughter and her future husband for her security. Father counseled me on how to address those issues with the Whitfield ladies should they arise. The sun was gone from the horizon and the heat of the day was lessening when Father turned the buckboard into the main gate at Whitlands. He stopped the rig and said, "I'll ride from here." "Thank you, Father," I said. "You're welcome. I know you will make me proud." He mounted Liberty and led us down the darkened path to Whitfield, which would, one day in the immediate future, be my home, and where today resided Jane Marie, my wife-to-be, and the winsome slave, Ebony, with whom I would lie that very night. To be continued

The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sites. Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter. Please! Give me your comments. E-mail address: [email protected] MY BOSS' SLUT Part Five I couldn't believe it! My slut wife was in the hospital on that Monday. She had surgery to change her body like Mr. Williams, my boss, wanted it. After all, she was my wife, but she was primarily his slut. But what I really could not believe was he gave me his other slut, Trudy, his secretary, to use while he was out of town for the week. Not only could I use her, but I was helping him train her, too. I was very honored Mr. Williams was trusting me with such an important job. I had never trained a slut before. In fact, I had never fucked a woman except Becky. Now, I was going to get Trudy, to fuck and to train. I was very excited when I got to Trudy's apartment after work. I had the riding crop Mr. Williams gave me hidden under my coat. I knocked hard on the door. Trudy, wearing a bathrobe, had a wild, sexy smile when she opened the door. "Hi, Bobby. What took you so long? Come on in." When I walked in, she kissed me long and hard. The robe fell open and she was naked underneath it. "I want you, Bobby. I want you to fuck me," she groaned, rubbing her body against me. She was a lot more eager than my Becky was for me, but I thought something was funny. "First, I need to whip you, Trudy." "No, please, don't do it." "Mr. Williams told me to do it." "He will never know. We can tell him you did it. Let me fuck you, Bobby. I will fuck you so hard you will forget about the whipping." I pushed her away. "Trudy, Mr. Williams has entrusted me with his slut's punishment and I intend to do it just as he wants, whether the slut is Becky or you. Now, he said for you to show me how to hang you by your feet." "Please, no, Bobby," she said very softly. She spread her legs for me to see her shaved pussy. She moved against me, rubbing her body on mine. Man, was I hard! But, I was going to do what Mr. Williams wanted. "I will whip you, Trudy. Do it now or I will tell him you tried to get out of your punishment." "All right," she answered with great disappointment. I certainly hoped Trudy was going to show me what Mr. Williams intended for her to show me. I followed her into the bedroom. She let the robe drop to the floor. She had a very nice body, but I guessed it was not nearly as nice as Becky was going to be after her surgery. Trudy sat on the floor and fastened leather restraints to her wrists and ankles. She pulled them very tight. She told me what to do. I attached her wrists to her ankles. Mr. Williams had installed a pulley system in her bedroom for suspending her when he wanted to do it. I attached the rope which ran through the pulley to her ankles and pulled. Slowly, her legs rose in the air. With her arms tied to her ankles, she was bent almost double. I kept pulling. "You are not nearly as strong as Mr. Williams," she said. "He could raise me all the way with one hand." Maybe I was not as strong as Mr. Williams, but I was strong enough to get the job done. I kept pulling until she was off the ground and was swinging in the air. I was so hard! I had never been this hard. I found the crop. "Bobby, you better gag me before you start. I don't want the neighbors to call the police." I found the gag. It was a ball with a leather strap to buckle behind her head. Her eyes were wide and excited as I buckled it as tightly as it would go. I thought Trudy was looking forward to this. I remembered how much Mr. Williams' other slut, Becky, my wife, enjoyed being whipped when she was tied over his desk. Trudy was swinging in the air, her legs straight, her body bent since her wrists were attached to her ankles. I could see her face. I could also see her lovely legs and her shaved pussy. Her ass hole winked at me. Nobody had said otherwise so I decided that whipping a woman was best performed when naked. I undressed. Trudy was watching me, looking like a chipmunk trying to swallow a racquet ball with that gag in her mouth. I guess that is what gave me the idea. I had played racquet ball a few times. In racquet ball, you step into the swing and snap your wrist. I lined up behind Trudy. She started whimpering through the gag. She was swinging more, trying to get away. I pulled the crop back and swung, putting my weight behind it and popping my wrist just like in racquet ball. Wow! The welt just seemed to appear from nowhere right where her ass meets her thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag. She was moving like crazy, pulling up and down on the rope, like a yo-yo. I saw the piss flying from her and the sweat break out. Trudy had a wild, pained look on her face. When I pulled the crop back for the second stroke, she jerked and swung violently in the air. I waited for her to stop swinging. It took me forty minutes to give her all ten because of all her movement. I certainly hoped Mr. Williams would approve. I had landed them between her knees and the top of her ass, just like he wanted. She was so exhausted by the last two, she had quit struggling. She just sobbed, as she hung there limply. My cock had been so hard the whole time. I thought what would Mr. Williams do? I decided he would fuck her in the ass as she hung there. So I did. I pushed my cock in her pussy a few times to lubricate it. Then, I grabbed her hips, and stuck my cock against her ass hole. I pulled on her hips. What a feeling! Me! Bobby! Fucking a woman's ass for the first time. And, not just any woman, but one of my boss' sluts who I'd just whipped. Her ass hole was so tight. Her legs and ass were so hot against me from the whipping. I pulled her back and forth. Her ass quivered around my cock. I did not even try to hold back. I just let my balls empty themselves in her ass. After I recovered and took her down, I lay her on the bed and removed the gag. "Mr. Williams is going to be very angry with you, Bobby," she snapped. "Why?" I was appalled. I wanted him to be pleased. "You whipped me too hard. These stripes will be here a week from now. He said to make them hard enough so they would go away in twelve hours. Remember?" "I was doing my best. He said to be too hard rather than too light." "Well, you were way too hard!" I was devastated. I certainly hoped the stripes disappeared before Mr. Williams got back. I was trying so hard to please him. Tuesday and Wednesday at lunch Trudy sucked my cock in Mr. Williams office. I held off as long as I could to give her the best training possible. I looked at her stripes each night when I slept with her at her place. I did not whip her again, but I did not need to. The stripes were very obvious, particularly that first one. She told me it still hurt like hell. I could feel the welt against me when I fucked her doggy style. Wednesday the doctor called. They were going to pierce Becky that afternoon and he wanted me to come watch. I was so excited. I had missed my wife. Becky was laying in the hospital room when I stuck my head in the door. She looked tired, which surgery does to you. The sheet was pulled back so I could see her. I could see the sutures under her breasts where the implants had been inserted. Her whole middle was wrapped in bandages from the liposuction. And her poor face. She looked like she had butted heads with a rhino. Her face was black and blue with bandages across her nose. "Hello, Bobby," she said sweetly. "I've missed you." "I missed you, too." I stood by the bed, holding her hand. I was afraid to kiss her but she raised her lips to me. It felt so good to kiss her again. I was surprised how different it felt after kissing Trudy for three days. Becky was a much better kisser even with the bandages on her nose. "Becky, your breasts are so big." She laughed, snorting through the bandages around her reconstructed nose. "Bobby, these aren't breasts. Breasts are those little things I had before. These are TITS! Big tits. Aren't they magnificent? I just love them. You know, Bobby, all sluts should have big tits like these. Go ahead. You can touch them, just be gentle." I stroked her breast, I mean tit. It felt so firm and tight. "Oh, that felt good. I can tell these tits are going to need a lot of TLC from now on. From the way the doctor and male attendants drool over them, I bet these tits will get all the loving they need." "When will the doctor be here?" "Anytime. How have you been?" "Fine. I'm helping Mr. Williams train his other slut. I've been sleeping with her everynight since you entered the hospital." Tears burst from her eyes. "What do you mean? Do you have someone else?" "No, Becky. I'm just assisting Mr. Williams." "But I don't want you to have sex with someone else," she sobbed. "I want you to be faithful to me." "Becky, you have other people. Many other people." She got really angry at me. She sat up in bed. Fire shot from her eyes. "That's different. I'm a slut. Sluts fuck who their man wants them to fuck. Sluts even fuck around if it is all right with their man. But you're my husband. You're suppose to be faithful. Jesus Christ, Bobby! I can't believe you cheated on me!" "It wasn't cheating. Mr. Williams told me to do it." "Mr. Williams told me," she said mockingly. "Do you do everything Mr. Williams says? You wimp! Well, I don't give a shit what Mr. Williams says. I'm your wife. If you have another woman, I'll leave you! Do you understand me?" "You do everything Mr. Williams says," I answered defensively. "That's different. He's a man, not a wimp. I'm his woman. His whorish, cock loving, hard fucking, big titted slut! I'll always do what he says. But you better not touch anyone else! I'm warning you!" I was crushed. I couldn't believe Becky was talking to me like that. Why she was so upset? I wasn't playing around. I was obeying Mr. Williams just like she was. I was trying to decide what to say when the doctor and two nurses came in the room. The nurses were men and strong. They began tying my Becky to the bed. One nurse pulled her tongue out and attached a clamp, holding the tongue tip out where he could reach it. The clamp had a bar which fit against her mouth to keep her from pulling her tongue back. The doctor leaned over Becky and said, "Normally, we spray a little topical anesthetic and penetrate quickly to minimize pain. But Mr. Williams wants you to feel this. So, no anesthetic and the brad goes in real slowly. Here it is." He held up the brad for her to see. It was like a thumbtack except the top was more rounded and had small bumps all over it. He seized the end of her tongue in forceps and held it still. He put the pointed end of the brad against her tongue and pushed. She screamed as blood shot everywhere. I fainted. The nurse was bending over me. There was a cold towel on my forehead. He moved me to a kneeling position with my head between my legs, so the blood would return to my brain. He got me a glass of juice. When I was stable, I stood by the bed and looked down at my Becky. I couldn't see the piercing in her navel because they had replaced the bandages. She was still tied to the bed, wrists attached to the corners above her head, legs in a frog style with her knees spread and tied. The rings in her pussy were clearly visible. "Hurts," she mumbled, except it sounded like "herth" with the new brad in her tongue. She smiled shyly. I decided the best thing to do was to leave and come back tomorrow. I kissed her goodbye and left. But I didn't go back to the hospital until Saturday when it was time to take her home. Becky was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She was wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. It has a square bodice which her tits, as she called them, overflowed. When I entered, she stood and put her arms around me. "Oh, Bobby. I was afraid you'd left me. You frightened me not coming back. Why didn't you return my phone calls? Please, Bobby, I don't want to lose you!" "I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That and I spent every available moment having sex with Trudy, which I really enjoyed a lot. "I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Bobby," she murmured in my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for me." She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I was going to like that brad. "You're perfect for me, Bobby. Not just any man could love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. Please, Bobby, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm forgiven for being nasty to you." "Of course, I forgive you. I love you." "Oh, Bobby. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home." I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her breakfast in bed. "Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto me intently. I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed calm. "Trudy." "Trudy? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about Trudy," she said smugly. "You don't need to worry about anyone, Becky. I'll never leave you." "I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. If Mr. Williams told you to do it, I'm glad you did. But, please, Bobby, don't go chasing women. Come to me. I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Bobby, and you're welcome in my sandbox any time." Becky did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked now." I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I didn't need to understand. I needed Becky to be happy with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Williams. I wanted to keep her that way. "I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. Maybe we can try out this new brad." She had a happy smile on her face. Her Becky smile. The one I liked so much. "Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I'll play with you." When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against me. Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started playing with my cock. "Let me tell you about the rest of my weekend before the surgery. That's something you always enjoyed." "I want to hear." "Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember. That Friday night I spent with Horse and his friends. I told you why they call him Horse. Good lord, that man's well hung! Bobby, before dawn I think I had sex with every man in that retirement home who could get it up. And a few tried and could not do it, but most sure could. It was really fun, you know. Not only did I have a variety of cocks shoved up my pussy for hours on end which any slut would like, they were a bunch of nice guys. Most of those men had never fucked a slut like me. And it had been a long time since they had fucked a woman my age. There were so grateful and sweet with me. By morning, I was exhausted. They'd fucked me a long time and I only got a couple of hours sleep. I bathed and changed into the clothes Mr. Williams left for me. It was just a top and pair of short shorts. When Mr. Williams arrived, he was peeved to see how tired I was. I guess he understood, however. He took me back to his place and let me sleep the rest of the day. Oh, Bobby, I love how hard you are. Want to come in my hand?" "Your mouth." "I'll try," she said. She lowered her mouth around my cock. I felt her tongue swishing around. The brad felt great on my cock. I could feel every bump on it. She stopped. "Bobby, my tongue's still sore. Let me use my hand." "No. Just play with him while you finish your story." "Okay. About six, Mr. Williams awakened me. He led me into the shower and turned on the water. I didn't want to get my hair wet, but he had other ideas. And, you know, a good slut always does what her man wants her to do. Not that I had any choice. He shoved my head under the shower and turned off the hot water. God, it was cold! I was shivering, with goose bumps all over me. It was strange. Every place his body touched me, he was so warm compared to the cold water, it felt like I was burning from his touch. He turned the water to a normal temperature. He lifted me up so my legs were around his waist. I just eased down, letting that big cock of his slide up me. Bobby, it's too bad you are not a woman. You're missing out on the greatest feeling in the world, having a big cock shoved up your cunt. He fucked me there like that. The water was flowing all over us. He was banging my back against the wall. Fucking me. I started to cum, Bobby. It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm, more like floating and getting electrical shocks which made me twitch and spasm on his cock. He leaned into me, trapping me against the wall with his cock still in me, and turned off the water. He eased out and pushed me to my knees. He stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him real good. Soon, he came in my mouth, the hot cum spurting against the roof. I swished it around before I swallowed. He softened there as I continued to suck him. Do you want to cum?" "No. But I want you to play with him a little more." "You know, Bobby, you're learning to hold back better. I'm going to like that. Let me try sucking him again." Becky wrapped her lips around my cock again. It felt so good. So good. I decided to cum in her mouth. I held her head with both hands as I pumped my cock in her mouth and let myself go. I heard her slurping and swallowing as her head bobbed on my firing cock. "That was nice, Bobby. I like swallowing your cum for a change. Sluts love cum, you know. Let me tell you more of my weekend. After our shower, I asked Mr. Williams what I should wear. 'Just this,' he replied. He took a heavy steel chain from the drawer. He wrapped it twice around my neck, pulled it snug and locked it in place with a heavy padlock. The weight felt strange and about a foot of chain hung loose down my front so it dangled against my breasts. 'That's so we'll know you are a slut and will do as you are told,' he said. 'Do I wear anything else?' I asked. 'No,' Mr. Williams said. 'Tonight, some of my club members are coming over to play poker. You will service us, all of us. You'll do anything anyone wants. I also expect you to keep the snacks and the drinks coming. Sluts like cum, Becky. From now on, you'll eat all the cum you can get. If someone cums in your pussy or ass, you'll use your fingers to trap that cum and suck it down. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I answered. 'Address all the men by their last names. I expect you to be a perfect slut with my friends, Becky.' 'Yes, sir. You can count on me.' Well, Bobby, there I was naked except for a chain around my neck. I was going to service the whole poker club. I felt so slutty. I felt so good!" I could tell Becky was excited about her weekend, about being a slut for them. She kissed me and I could taste my cum in her mouth. I didn't mind. "Mr. Simmons was the first to arrive. He is a rancher and businessman. Mr. Williams and I were both naked. I helped Mr. Simmons undress, hanging his clothes in the closet. He gave me a big smile and pushed me to my knees right there in the hall. Mr. Williams just grinned. I'm a slut. I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed his cock and stuck it in my mouth and started sucking. He rested his hands on my head, letting me suck him. I'm a good cock sucker, Bobby. I'll be the best ever someday if I'm not already. Mr. Simmons came in my mouth. 'Very well done, Becky,' he said. 'I have a present for you.' Bobby, her handed me two wine bottles. But it wasn't wine inside them. It was a white viscous liquid. 'What is this?' I asked. 'Cum. Farm animal cum. Horse, bull, ram, all mixed.' 'Cum?' 'Yes. You'll drink all of it before the night is over. I know how sluts like cum.' He was right, Bobby. Sluts like cum. This slut loves cum. All evening when I got them drinks, I topped off my own glass with the cum Mr. Simmons brought me. My lord, Bobby, I have no idea how much cum I swallowed that night, but it was a lot. You know, that cum tasted differently than a man's cum, but it was still very good cum. I know besides all the cum the men gave me, I drank both bottles of the animal cum. Well, actually, some of it I rubbed all over my face when they told me to do it. But I drank almost all of it. Do you want me to make you cum again, Bobby? I'll swallow all of it, I promise." "Just play with it, and finish your story." "I really would like some cum." "I need to buy you a dog," I said with a laugh. "Bobby, that would be sweet. Maybe two dogs. Big dogs with big balls that hold a lot of cum." Becky laughed, but she was being serious. "Bobby, it was a wild night. I helped every man undress after he walked in the door. I hung up his clothes. Then I blew him. I fixed them drinks and got the snacks. They started playing poker. After I got all the drinks, Mr. Williams had me kneel on the floor by him for a while. But then he ordered me under the table. 'Now, Becky, suck my cock. When I say switch, you move to the man on your right and suck his cock until I say switch again. Understand?' 'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I said as I crawled under the table. Well, Bobby, the idea was to keep all of them hard but not let them cum, to build up their desire. I was under that table an hour, I bet, sucking one cock, then the next. Is that slutty or what? Just sucking one cock then another. I loved it. Of course, I could identify the men by their cocks even if I didn't know what seat they were in. Mr. Williams told me to kneel by him again. Oh, Bobby, my pussy was dripping juices from sucking all those cocks. I hadn't orgasmed and I wanted a cock in me so badly I was about to die. But I didn't say anything. A slut does not demand, Bobby. Not a good slut anyway. She waits on her man. I didn't have to wait long. Bobby, do you like hearing these stories?" "Yes." "Why? Why do you like hearing about your wife fucking and sucking other men?" If Becky had asked me that question a few weeks ago, I don't know what I would have said. But I'd thought a lot about that. A whole lot. I guess seeing Becky and all the joy she was having and my week with Trudy is what made it clear in my mind. "Becky, you're a natural born, true slut. You need to fuck and suck a lot. I would rather you be my happy wife and a slut for other men, then unhappy like you were before. And I want us to have a baby." "But, after I'm pregnant, do you expect me to be faithful again?" "No." "That's good, Bobby, because you're correct. I am a natural born slut. More importantly, I love being a slut. I love sucking cocks under the table, and having big tits, and knowing a lot of different cocks are going to be rammed up my slimy slue. I loved being commanded and being tied up and being whipped. I love it, Bobby. I just absolutely love all of it." She was smiling down at me when the doorbell rang. She jumped up and reached for her robe. "Answer in the nude," I said. She gave me a slutty grin and pranced out to the door. I wondered what was happening, but she returned shortly with a glass in her hand. "You should have seen the deliveryman's face. He couldn't take his eyes off my tits as I signed the receipt." She held up a bottle of white liquid for me to see. "Look, Bobby. Animal cum. Mr. Simmons sent it. Wasn't that sweet of him to do? His note said I would get a quart every other day. Isn't that great? All that cum and just for me." She poured some into her glass and took a big gulp of the cum. It left a white line above her lip which she licked off like a cat licking cream. "All for me, unless you want some? Do you, Bobby? Do you want to share this cum? I know you like to eat your cum from my pussy." "I don't want any. I like seeing your orgasm, Becky. I don't eat you to get cum." "I'm glad to hear that, Bobby. A quart every two days is not a lot and I really don't want to share." She turned the glass upside down and drained it into her mouth. She stuck her finger, sliding it around the edge of the glass to glean whatever was left. She sucked her finger clean as I watched her. She lay down beside me again. "Should I go on with my story?" "Yes." "Mr. Jones said, 'I'm ready to fuck the slut, but I think we should tie her up first.' 'Why? She'll do anything willingly,' Mr. Williams responded. He turned to me. 'Do you need to be bound, Becky?' 'No, sir. Just tell me what you want.' 'I want to whip her,' Mr. Jones said. Bobby, I know you whipped Trudy. And Mr. Williams told me you would be whipping me each day. Actually, I am looking forward to it. Being whipped and then fucked is so slutty, it makes me horny thinking about it. But, you know, I like being tied up, too. Remember when Mr. Williams tied me to his desk and whipped me. God, I loved it! But I knew Mr. Williams was trying to show his friends how eager and obedient I was. I wanted him to be proud of his slut. They were all watching me, to see what I would do. So, I said it. 'You don't need to tie me up. I'll hold still for my whipping.' Well, Bobby, they stopped playing cards and laid me face down across the table. I reached across the grab the table edge in my hands. I knew I was going to have to hang on no matter what they did to me. Mr. Williams told me to spread my legs and hold still. 'Becky,' he said. 'You can scream and cry, but you better not move your hands or feet.' I started to answer, but I got the first lick from a willow branch right across my ass. God, it hurt. It hurt more than the piercings. I screamed at the top of my lungs. But I didn't let go of that table. You remember seeing the marks when I came home. They gave me ten. Mr. Jones, who insisted I be whipped, was the mildest in his strokes. I was sobbing and my ass was burning. The heat was going all through me. I needed to be fucked so badly, Bobby. God, I needed it. That whipping made me feel so slutty and so horny I thought I would die if I did not get fucked. They were all standing around looking at me and every cock I could see was rock hard. 'Come on, you studs,' I said. 'I need to be fucked now!' That started it, Bobby. All six of them fucked me every way they could until none of them could get it up. Bobby, it was my first three at one time. It took a little maneuvering, but I did it. And I ate every drop of cum I could find, even the cum that oozed out of my ass hole. It tasted different than the other cum, I must say. They fucked me on the table and on the floor and one fucked me while the others held me in mid air. Fucking and fucking and fucking. I was just floating with orgasm after orgasm. God, I was in heaven! Bobby, I'm really horny. I can't fuck, but you are the best pussy eater in the world. Would you, please?" "I'd like to eat you, Becky. Why don't you turn so you face my feet and work on my cock with your mouth?" "How about a titty fuck? My tits are not as sore as the rest of me. I was wondering, Bobby. Why didn't Mr. Williams have my nipples pierced?" "He told me that. You're going to be nursing babies and Mr. Williams said he'll take the milk the baby doesn't need." "Oh, Bobby. Just think about it! A tiny, precious, baby, my baby. No, our baby, Bobby. It'll be ours even though another man gets me pregnant. A real man with real sperm. Yes. Our baby nursing on these big tits. I bet my tits get even bigger when my milk comes in. Wow. I'll really be huge. They are DD now, you know. I wonder how big they'll get?" "Real big. Now, wrap those big tits around my cock, slut!" "Oh, Bobby. I love it when you talk that way." Becky jammed her pussy down over my mouth. I felt her suck my cock to get him wet and then slip it between those tits of hers. It was strange feeling the rings of each side of her pussy against my cheeks. But her pussy was a sweet tasting and good smelling as ever. I sucked and licked. Becky started bouncing up and down. "Come on, pussy eater! Come on! I'm so close!" It was so good to hear her scream when she orgasmed. Her pussy was jammed down hard over my mouth with my tongue stuck up her as far as it would go. I love eating Becky's pussy. I felt her relax and rest. Then she started moving again, rubbing my cock between those big tits of hers. When she felt me tighten like I always do before I cum, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked. That brad was wild on the underside of my cock. I loved cumming in her mouth. We both drifted off to sleep with my sweet Becky's hot and pierced pussy in my face and my cock in her mouth. To be continued . . . . Comments? E-mail address: [email protected]

The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sites. Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter. Please! Give me your comments. E-mail address: [email protected] MY BOSS' SLUT Part Seven That Friday morning when I went to work, I didn't tie Becky to the bed. It was the first time in three weeks she'd been unbound when I left. She was wild with excitement. Of course, her wildness was partially attributable to not having any orgasms in forty-eight hours after averaging fifty or so a day for the two weeks before that. And she was wildly anticipating the weekend because she knew, just knew, she was going to get pregnant this weekend. All in all, she was a mad woman. I was excited, too. Our whole adventure with Mr. Williams had started because Becky wanted more sex than I could give her and she wanted a baby, which I couldn't give her, since I was sterile. I knew she was going to the hairdresser and then to the dress shop to pick up her new dress. Mr. Williams had told me he would bring Trudy over when he picked up Becky so I could have Trudy that weekend. I got home early. Becky was in the shower. I was standing in the bathroom waiting for her when she turned off the water. She saw me and squealed, throwing herself into my arms, crushing those big tits against me. "Bobby! Bobby! This is the weekend! I'm going to get pregnant! Oh, Bobby, I've wanted this so long!" She shoved me back against the wall and started trying to unbuckle my belt. "No, Becky. Mr. Williams said no orgasms until he picks you up." "Please. I had one in the shower, but I need another one. One from a cock up me. Please, Bobby. Oh, God, Bobby, do you realize what has happened! Do you? Well?" "What?" I answered, confused by her conversation. "I orgasm so easily now. And, you, you big stud, you hold back so much better. Do you know I orgasm every time your fuck me? Did you know that? Every time! Oh, God, that's so great. Just think, Bobby. I cum every time you stick your dick in me. I just love that!" She giggled evilly. "Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy. You've always been the best pussy eater in the world, and I do love your tongue. You'll eat my pussy, won't you? If I'm a good little slut for you? Please, Bobby." "Of course, Becky. I love eating you." "Do it now!" "No orgasm." "Meanie," she said petulantly. Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically. "Bobby, do you eat Trudy?" I had to think for a minute. "No. I don't" "Honey, you should. If she's going to be your slut, too, you should eat her. You know, Bobby, all women love to be eaten, to have a man lick their pussy and suck their clit. And, I know Mr. Williams will never do that. So, you can give her a great pleasure she'll not get from anyone else. Because, Bobby, as good as fucking is, eating is almost as good, and no one does it better than you." "I thought you didn't want me to be with Trudy." She was towel drying her hair, which had been cut shorter and dyed a brassy blonde. It was a style where she just dried it and fluffed it. As she vigorously massaged her scalp, those big tits moved like animals. It was mesmerizing. "Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh. "Seriously, honey. I want you to have Trudy." She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She put my hands on her hips and shoved her pelvis against me. "Look, Bobby. No one has said anything to me, but I have a gut feeling about this. Bobby, what if Mr. Williams wants me to have sex with a bunch of guys. Will you mind?" "You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I didn't mind." "I have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, like, maybe, a dozen or so." I didn't tell her it would be two dozen plus. Mr. Williams asked me to let him surprise her. "I won't mind. I'll still love you." "Oh, Bobby. I know I'm the biggest slut in town, maybe in the whole country. I do love being a slut. I can't tell you how much I love it. But I love you so much. I need you to be here for me. I never want to lose you. That's the reason I want you to have Trudy, or, if not her, someone else. I want your sex life to be wonderful, too." "It'd be wonderful with just you. You're the greatest." "Thanks, baby. I know I'm the greatest, but a lot of times I'll be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of someone elses. If Trudy's available, well, I want you to go for it," she said. "Don't worry about it. Did Mr. Williams call? What does he have planned?" Her eyes lit up like a slot machine. "Oh, Bobby. I'm so excited! This weekend I get pregnant, and, I get laid until I cannot walk. He'll be here in thirty minutes. He's bringing Trudy with him to spend the weekend with you while I'm fucking your boss and his friends. Don't forget. Eat her pussy. She'll love it. Let me put on my makeup and then I'll show you my dress." Without talking and with complete concentration, Becky professionally applied her makeup. Of course, she wore more than she did before she became a slut, my boss' slut. Mr. Williams wanted her to wear more. She slipped red thigh high stockings up her legs. She put on red pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her ankle, but did not lock. When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I thought it was a bikini. It was tiny. It was red and made of nylon and spandex. The top had shoulder straps and a strap which ran behind her back. It was a pullover, sleeveless. It covered her breasts and stopped. When she put it on, I was reminded of packing sausage. It was that tight, hugging her breasts perfectly. She looked more naked than if she had been naked. The skirt was as revealing. She wiggled it up her body and over her hips. She held her breath as I zipped it. When she was standing, you could see about a half inch of bare skin below the skirt and above the stockings. The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v" which pointed straight down between her legs, with the point of the "v" where hair would have been had she hadn't been shaved. Her jewelry which said slut and hung from her pierced navel was the only thing she wore between her breasts and her skirt. She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a horse ready for a parade. And, boy, did she look good! The doorbell rang. She squealed and ran to open the door. She jumped into Mr. Williams arms on the front porch, threw her legs around him and kissed him with all she had. I glanced around for the neighbors. Mr. Gleason was watering his flowers again, watching Becky as intently as he could. "Easy, Becky," Mr. Williams said. She held on like a leech as he walked in. Trudy was right behind them. "Trudy!" Becky said. Trudy looked startled. "Thank you for being with Bobby while I'm with Mr. Williams. I really appreciate it," Becky said. She sounded sincere. Trudy looked as if she couldn't believe it. "Now, take good care of him for me!" "Sure, Becky," Trudy replied, still acting as if she could not believe Becky. "Let's go, Mr. Williams!" "Not so fast. Bob, fuck this hot slut and do it doggie style." Becky spun on her heel, arched her back to thrust her breasts out toward me, and grinned. "Yeah, Bobby. Fuck this hot slut!" Mr. Williams pushed Becky across the table face first and lifted up her skirt. She was wiggling her ass and murmuring "come on, come on." I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Boy, was I hard! Me! Bobby! Hard as a rock and getting ready to fuck the best slut in the whole country. I jammed it in Becky. "Slowly, Bobby. Make her beg for it," Mr. Williams said softly in my ear. I slowed down making long, smooth strokes, slamming in fast, coming out slow. Becky was whining and whimpering. On the fifth stroke, I felt her pussy spasm on my cock. "Yes, Bobby. Yes! Do me faster! Faster! I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming." She was sweating, and spasming on my cock. I was easily holding back. By the time I came, Becky had three orgasms and was covered in sweat. As I pulled out, Mr. Williams reached over and pinched Becky's pussy shut with his fingers. In his other hand was a gold clip, like the kind women wear in their hair. It had three teeth on each side. Now I knew why he had three rings put in each side of Becky's pussy. The teeth of the comb were designed to slip into the rings in her pussy. When he released the snap, the spring closed, holding her pussy shut. "What are you doing?" Becky asked, sounding confused. "Get a mirror, Trudy," Mr. Williams ordered. Trudy got the mirror and gave it to him. He held it so Becky could look back through her legs and see her pussy. "Well, look at that," she said. "It seals my pussy." Becky was admiring her pussy, as we all were. It did look very slutty to see her pierced pussy, which was full of my cum, sealed with a golden comb. "Okay, Becky. Let's go," Mr. Williams said, playfully swatting her ass which was raised in the air. Becky giggled as she stood and straightened her clothes. "Let me clean up before we leave." "No. You looked freshly fucked. That's the way sluts should look." She smiled like that thought pleased her and grabbed her purse. She kissed me on the lips and whispered for me to be sure to eat Trudy while she was gone. What surprised me was she kissed Trudy on the lips, too, and told her to please me. Trudy was stunned, standing with her mouth hanging open as she watched them leave. Mr. Gleason watched every move of Becky's body as she pranced to the limo on Mr. Williams' arm. She wiggled even more for him and blew him a kiss. Mr. Gleason was going to drown those damn flowers if he kept watering them as an excuse to see what Becky was doing. Trudy and I had a lovely weekend. We spent Friday night in bed together. Saturday, we went to the beach. Trudy looked great in her bikini. I really liked Trudy. She was sexy, sweet and fun. While she was fucking two men, Mr. Williams and me, she didn't act like a true slut, like Becky. But my Becky was a world class slut. It was interesting comparing the two of them. I was very glad I had them both. But if someone said I could only have one of them, I would say Becky no matter how many other men she fucked. I liked Trudy a lot. But I loved Becky. I did spend a lot of time that weekend eating Trudy. Becky was right. She loved it. She said no man had ever eaten her before. I felt sorry for those men. They had missed some very sweet tasting pussy. Mr. Williams called us from the phone in the limo. We were standing on the front porch when it pulled up in front at four thirty on that Sunday afternoon. Instantly, the door opened and Becky stepped out. Trudy gasped and my mouth fell open. Becky was naked. I mean naked. Even her stockings and shoes were gone. She acted like nothing was wrong as she bent over to kiss Mr. Williams goodbye which flashed her pussy at us. I could see the comb was in place. Mr. Gleason was watering his flowers again. "Hi, Mr. Gleason," Becky called out as she waved to him. Her walk was exaggerated as she swished down the sidewalk to the door. She did not run, but walked as if she had all day. Mr. Gleason sat down in the wet flowerbed. I could clearly hear his groan. On the front porch, Becky gave me a quick kiss and said hi. She turned to Trudy. "Did you take good care of him?" she asked. "Of course," Trudy said, blushing slightly. "Thanks, Trudy," Becky said sincerely. She grabbed Trudy and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue in Trudy's mouth, their bodies grinding together. At first Trudy tried to pull away, but Becky held her by the back of the neck and kissed her like a man kisses a woman he wants to conquer. Becky's other hand was playing with Trudy's breast. Trudy's eyes glazed over and closed and her arms dropped by her side as her resistance ceased. Becky broke the kiss and patted Trudy lovingly on the bottom. "Mr. Williams is waiting, Trudy. But, you and I'll get together real soon." Trudy backed away, almost falling off the porch. We watched her run to the limo and jump in. The door slammed and the limo sped off. I shut the front door behind us. Becky looked very happy, but exhausted, as if she were running on pure adrenalin. Her short, brassy blonde hair was spiked, like a punk rocker. I realized it was plastered with cum as was much of the rest of her. She was covered in cum. "What was kissing Trudy all about?" "Bobby, it occurred to me that men like to see women having sex with women. Women can have sex continually, but you guys have to rest sometimes. So, we girls can please each other while you guys are resting. Besides, Bobby, let's be honest. How can I really be a slut if I do not have sex with other women?" "That does make sense," I replied, thinking about how much I enjoyed just watching them kiss. I was really looking forward to Becky and Trudy really getting it on with each other. She leaned against me and kissed me long and slowly. "I have so much to tell you. I hope it makes you happy, Bobby, because, while it's very slutty and really wild, it makes me happier then I have ever been since the day I married you." "Becky, I'm anxious to hear," I replied. "Come on. I want a bath." Just then, the doorbell rang. I peered out the peephole to see Mr. Gleason standing there, looking sanctimonious and angry. I told Becky who it was. She just grinned and opened the door wide, standing there naked and slutty for Mr. Gleason to see. His eyes bugged out and he couldn't yank his stare from Becky's naked tits. But his mouth still worked. "Young woman," he snapped. "You're nothing but a common slut! I'm going to call the police and report your scandalous behavior. We have laws against people like you!" Becky grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him hard, grinding her mouth and body against him. She took his hands and put them on those big tits of hers. I saw her hands over his, making him massage her tits. "Massage my tits, Mr. Gleason. Come on now. Doesn't that feel good to you? Yes, I'm a slut. But there is nothing common about me. I'm the best slut in the whole fucking country." She released his hands and Mr. Gleason kept massaging her tits. He looked like he couldn't believe where his hands were and had absolutely no control over them. Becky slipped her hands to his crotch and massaged his cock through his pants. "Nice cock, Mr. Gleason," she said sensually. "If you come in your pants for me, tomorrow I'll give you a blow job. I'll let you play with my tits all you want to while you come in my mouth. You'll love doing that, won't you? Come on, Mr. Gleason, come in your pants for me." I could tell by his face he could not hold back. He jerked and groaned. "Oh, that's a good boy," she murmured as her hands flew back and forth. "Now, come over at nine in the morning for your blow job from the best slut in the country. Don't be late." She kissed him softly and pushed him out the door. I looked through the peephole. Mr. Gleason, stunned and frozen, stood facing the closed door. His hands were still raised, fingers open as they had been when he played with Becky's tits. Becky grinned at me and took my hand to lead me into the bathroom. She stopped by the bed, kissed me again and put my hand on her pussy. I could feel the golden comb. "Do you know what's in my pussy, Bobby?" "No." "Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be the fathers of your children. Your children, Bobby. And mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. Bobby, you better sit down." She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away. "Bobby, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. They're not all white. Bobby, I don't care. Do you?" "No. Mr. Williams told me the plan to get you pregnant." "And you don't mind? Thank God, Bobby, because I love his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd object." "Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy." She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my response. "That's not all, Bobby. I'm going to be a whore." "What do you mean?" "I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Bobby. Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me a whore." Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did when she was going to cry. "Bobby," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want to be a whore. I want to be a slut." "Becky!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for being the best slut in the world. You're a professional slut." "Oh, Bobby, do you really think that is what I am?" "Of course." "You don't think I'm a whore?" "No." She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought about it, her expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness. "Bobby. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a whore. Oh, Bobby, think about it. I'm a pro." "Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?" Mr. Williams had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not to tell Becky about it. I was waiting for her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she said it. I really was surprised. "Bobby, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to support and put through college. They offered a lousy ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Williams' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be included. I really like him." "I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock as well as his sweetness. "Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a month each. They can sign up for extra time at two hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies and things." "What do you mean by costumes?" "You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me to act like a schoolgirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes and whips. Costumes and stuff." "I never thought about that." "That's why I'm the professional here. You know what else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Bobby." She dug her nails into my arms. "Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a few years. We can invest all that money for our future, Bobby, yours and mine. And the children. The children's future, too." Becky leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest. "Do you want to eat this cum, Bobby, the cum of the seven fathers?" "No. I told you that." "Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on." She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, licking her glass and her lips when she was through. "This slut does love cum. This slut's tired all of a sudden. Come on. Shower with me." I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her throughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard weekend. I was dying to hear about it. She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear. I ordered pizza. We sat together on the couch, sipping our beers, as we waited for it. "God, Bobby. What a weekend. Do you want to hear?" she asked coquettishly. "Yes. I love hearing." "I know. You're really proud of me, aren't you? You're proud your wife is a world class slut." "Yes, I'm proud of you." "And you like the fact I'm fucking a lot of men. Don't lie to me." "Yes. I like our life together, too." "Me, too, Bobby. I'm blessed beyond my dreams. I'm a professional slut who's going to have five children and my husband is supportive and loving and proud of his slut wife. How did I get so lucky?" Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and giggled. "Bobby, I'll bet money I'm pregnant right now, as we speak. Let me tell you all about it. You know when Mr. Williams picked me up Friday, I was wearing my comb and my pussy was full of your cum. It didn't seem we were driving in the right direction so I asked where we were going. 'To the mall. I'm going to let you prance through the mall. And, I'm going to remove the comb so the cum drips down your leg and everyone can see it,' Mr. Williams said. Bobby, that's so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking about it. Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner Friday night at the restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I didn't want to be there. I don't mind being a slut, but I didn't want to embarrass them. I told Mr. Williams. It was the first time I ever said no to him. He just smiled and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club uses. You're so hard, Bobby. You really do get turned on listening to my adventures, don't you?" "Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock. "Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, just let me know. Where was I? Oh, yes. As I was getting out of the limo at his club, he stopped me. My legs were spread with one foot in the limo and one out. He popped the comb and the cum just gushed from me. Your cum, Bobby, running down my legs as he led me into the club. Seven men were there when you include Mr. Williams. Of course, I recognized some of them from before. And, Horse was one of them. I gave him a big, wet kiss as I ground my tits into his chest. He loved it. 'Now, Becky, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you pregnant,' Mr. Williams said to me. I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times and get pregnant. But it didn't work out that way. Bobby, there is the pizza man. Do you want me to answer the door?" Becky was not teasing me. She would have answered the door even though she was naked. I was wearing a robe. I answered the door and returned with the pizza to the kitchen table. Becky grabbed a piece, stuffing it in her mouth like she was starving. I got us fresh beers and set down with her. "Um, that pizza's good," she said, trying to catch the dangling cheese with her fingers. "Go on," I urged. "Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking tomato sauce from her fingers. I had noticed Becky loved to eat more sloppily since she became a slut. She liked to get the food on her hands and lick it off. Then, I realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged some beer and wiped her mouth. "Bobby, Mr. Williams told me to undress, which was real easy since I was wearing almost nothing. The men undressed as I did. 'Now, little slut, get on your knees. Suck each cock until it is hard and then thank it for getting you pregnant.' I did just like Mr. Williams said. Oh, Bobby, seven of them, all waiting to get me pregnant. I knelt and took a cock in my mouth, a black cock. I got it nice and hard, thanked it and, then, I went to the second man. I did all seven, just like Mr. Williams said for me to do. Mr. Williams does know how to make a girl feel slutty, Bobby. As I was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. Williams put something around my neck. It was a leather bondage collar, a thick, wide one. He snugged it tight. I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it around my neck. My adrenalin was really rushing now. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Not that I cared. As long as I got fucked long and often and got pregnant, they could do anything they wanted to me. They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a leather strap running around the bed and they attached my collar to that strap. I could not raise my head off the bed. As I was trying to figure out what they were doing, they attached leather restraints around my ankles. Bobby, your cock's twitching. If you cum and I don't get to swallow it, I'll never forgive you." "You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned. "God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered her lips over my cock head. Becky is a good cocksucker. No. Becky is a world class cock sucker and she loves doing it. Becky expelled a great sigh as she daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on her chin and sucked her finger clean. "Bobby, you know what they did next? They spread my legs and attached them to the corner posts of the bed. They attached them high up so I was really hanging by my ankles with my pussy straight up in the air. I wondered how they were going to fuck me that way. But they had no intention of fucking me. Horse retrieved a funnel, you know, the kind you use in chemistry glass with the Teflon lining so everything slides through and there's a valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until you want to release the contents. 'Okay, men. Ready?' Mr. Williams said. 'Ready!' they all replied. Bobby, I couldn't believe it. They starting masturbating. That's right! Beating off! Right there in front of me and each other. All seven of them. They were sort of at the side of the bed and I could turn my head and see them. They were all pounding their puds, laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids. I think they had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking me. Well, at least that one time. I was so disappointed. I wanted all those hard cocks up my sweet slue. But I was not so disappointed I didn't play with myself. I want you to know my hands were busy on my pussy. Then one of them groaned and grabbed the funnel. He stuck his dick in it and squirted his cum into the funnel. Do you know why?" "Tell me." "I will. As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the funnel and shot into it. Bobby, they filled that funnel with hot, fresh, man cum. 'Okay, Becky. Stick a finger in it and stir it all up. We want every sperm to have an equal chance at impregnating you,' Mr. Williams said. Bobby, talk about slutty! I stirred up all the sperm in the funnel, making it swirl round and round. When Mr. Williams pulled the funnel away, I sucked my finger clean. Think of it. The cum of seven men on my finger and in my mouth at once. Oh, Bobby. Then, one of the men held the lips to my pussy open and Mr. Williams eased the funnel into me. I could feel its plastic hardness nudge my cervix. 'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Williams said and turned the valve. I orgasmed. Yes, I did. Just from the feel of all that sperm running into me, just from knowing I was going to get pregnant. It felt so good. They let the funnel drain and eased it out. Then, they sealed my pussy with my comb again. 'Becky, lay there for a while. We'll come back for you,' Mr. Williams said. They shut off the light and left me there. I started to cry I was so happy. Not only was I tied to the bed with my legs up and opened like the good slut I am, but the sperm of seven men were trapped in my pussy fighting for the chance to make me pregnant. I could almost feel all those sperm in me, Bobby." I had to admit that the way Mr. Williams used the funnel to put the sperm in Becky would most certainly make the bet very fair. Every man's sperm stood an equal chance of getting my Becky pregnant. I wondered which one would win. She must have wondered the same thing. "You know, Bobby, as I lay there, feeling all that cum in my sealed pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was impregnating me at that very moment, I tired to envision what the child would look like. I knew each of the men. I tried to see what blend of my genes and his would be in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six different ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try to determine what the baby would look like. Then, I realized I didn't care. I really didn't. I just wanted a healthy, happy baby." "Me, too, Becky. Me, too." "Oh, I love you, Bobby." She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder. I held her, too, as we just enjoyed each other and the moment. "In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Li came in. He was the Oriental whose sperm was in me. He released my ankles and neck and led me by the hand into the other room. Migod, there were naked men everywhere. The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard room, a TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a big kitchen and dining room. Bobby, every one of the men was naked. Mr. Li gave me a tour of the club facilities, introducing me to all the men. As I met each one of them, they kissed me and played with my tits, so by the time I had met all of them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms. Damn, Bobby, you are so hard. I just love that." "Keep talking." "There were two other women, but they were dressed. He told me they would cook and serve the food and drinks, but not participate in the sex. That's when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking then I ever had in my life. I was quivering thinking about all those cocks in me. Think of it. Mr. Li told me there were twenty-five of them. Twenty-five. My head was reeling. As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices sloshing around in my pussy. It felt so strange and so good. When we returned to the big room, Mr. Williams and Mr. Li helped me stand on the poker table. All the men gathered around. They were all staring at me, Bobby. Me! At my tits! And, my pussy! I was displayed like prime merchandise, like a champion slut. Mr. Williams explained to the other men about getting me pregnant and the bet and all. Then, he told everyone they could fuck me all they wanted, but they had to use condoms so as to not interfere with the bet. And know what else? He told them to feed me their cum from the condom after they fucked me. Mr. Williams turned to me and handed me the funnel. 'You know what to do,' he said, and I did. I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb. All that good cum drained into the funnel. I stuck the funnel in my mouth and opened the valve. They applauded, clapping for my cum sucking ways. As my head was back and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I felt hands on me. They laid me on the table and started. Oh, Bobby, I feel sorry for you, not because you were not there, I mean. I feel sorry for you because you are a man. You get hard and fire, then you are done for a while. But a woman, particularly a woman who's a slut like me, is just getting warmed up after one man. You know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I'm transported to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can fuck all night and orgasm all night and love it all night. And not just one night, but every night. I feel sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much as women can." I thought about that. I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I didn't like sex nearly as much as Becky. "Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman. I did them all. Against the wall, upside down, in the hot tub, on the billiard table, every way. Those guys were competing to see who could give me the best fucking and in the most unusual position. It was a tie. They all were magnificent." Becky gave a huge sigh. I saw her hand snake between her legs to play with herself as the joy of her memories made her horny again. "The seven fathers didn't fuck me. All the others did. Mr. Martinez, who is the Hispanic whose sperm was in me, said they were saving themselves for the bet. When it was fairly late, I was fucked out, laying on the bed. I was more satisfied then I ever have been. Horse came in and helped me to the bathroom. I showered, used the facilities and douched. Then, he retied me to the bed and they all masturbated into the funnel again. Again, their cum was swirled by my finger and then released in my pussy. They put the comb in place. They released my legs, bound my wrists behind me, attached my collar to the headboard with a short chain and left me there for the night. As they all told me goodnight, they swatted my ass or twisted a nipple. They turned out the light as they left. It was dark. I was alone. Alone except for a billion sperm swimming around inside me. Isn't that slutty, Bobby? Isn't that just wonderful? I was fucked until I could not move, my pussy sealed with the sperm of seven men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start using me again in the morning. I felt like a true slut. And, Bobby, I knew, I just knew I was already pregnant, from the first funnel. I slept like a baby all night." To be continued . . . Please! Comments! E-mail: [email protected]

Vinnie's World 3: Buying Tasha By Ezra Zane Kate, my beloved friend, was right. She said to me, "I told you what to do. Find some young ones and train them like you want. Get three or four. Leash and collar them. Have them sit around in harem clothes or bondage costumes awaiting your next command." I certainly wanted to continue with my women. Lorena, Lily, Carolyn, and the others would always be an important part of my life. I wanted to have fun with some new ones when they came along. A few desperately needed my attention, like Musette. She did call me the next morning, but I'll tell you about that later. There were clients that occasionally came to me with a woman they wanted to receive my special treatment, like Marie. I wanted all of them, but I wanted a different kind of woman, too. A woman like Sonya had been. One that was mine only. I put the word on the street that I was looking for a young and tender girl. I didn't say what I wanted with her. No one cared on the street because there was an excess of young and tender girls. Some were the daughters of street women. Most were the city's or suburbia's lost kids, turned on by drugs, or turned off by stifling homes. A few were untamed animals searching for adventure. There was a steady stream of new ones. I'd turned down seventeen different ones, but I wasn't losing hope. I knew the right one was out there someplace. The process was pleasant enough. I'd fucked all seventeen. One of them appealed to me enough to buy her. Women aren't bought and sold, you say? Let's not argue that now. The girl was thin and tall, with stringy dishwater blonde hair and a sad downturn to her wide mouth. That wide mouth could take a cock some women couldn't get between their lips. We all worked with her to make her a better cocksucker. She sucked eight to ten cocks a day, and by the time she left me, she gave head with the best of them. I turned her over to Phyllis Green, my favorite madam. Phyllis could always use a new girl, particularly one with oral skills. Then Jerome called and I agreed to meet him. He ran a stable of about fifteen whores and kept his ear to the ground. Only about five eight and wiry, Jerome was a typical pimp. He sidled up to my car as his eyes searched for potential trouble. There was always trouble on the street. When he eased in the back seat of my limo, the smell of cheap cologne burst like a stink bomb. "Hear yo' lookin' for a girl," he said. "A special girl," I answered. "I'z got one. I let yo' has her, but she's won't be cheap. She be a virgin and she be the best looking one come along in a while." "You haven't broken her in yet?" "Naw. She be fifteen and ripe though. You don't buy her, I be breaking her in this week." "I want to meet her," I said. He grinned at me, gold and silver on white with a black background. We discussed her price and I agreed to an inflated number, but I told Jerome I knew it was inflated and she'd better be the best. He made a hurried call on his cell phone before telling Mica, my driver and bodyguard, where to go. We drove to an old apartment building in one of the seedy parts of the city. In another ten years, the building would be part of the decayed mass of housing that was marginal for human use, but the rats would still live there. There were four of them waiting when we arrived, a mother and three sisters, each sister the product of a different father, all accidents in the plying of the mother's profession. The mother and two sisters were dressed like whores in the skin-tight, cheap clothes that were their advertising and their albatrosses. One daughter was darker-skinned than her mother. She was plump and had the large ass of many black women. The other daughter was smaller, with slanted, flattened eyes. She looked vacant-eyed and anorexic, probably from drugs. The mother, a light-skinned black, looked used and useable. She couldn't have been more than thirty-five, but the lines on her face made her look older. Her large breasts fought the containment of the tank top. When she looked at me, her expression said that she liked sex and was willing to take me for a ride. For an instant, I considered taking her there as her family watched. Jerome wouldn't mind, not if I paid her price. I wondered if the daughter that I might buy had the same need for a man on her and in her. That daughter was behind the others, perched on a table with her knees under her chin and her arms wrapped protectively around them. She wore a baggy, ragged sweat suit from a used clothing shop. I couldn't see her eyes, but she was watching me from behind the protection of long and unkempt hair. What did she think as she studied me? A white man in her black world. A man dressed in an expensive and proper suit, not in pimp finery. A man without jewels and gold dangling from every extremity. A man she knew had come to buy her if she appealed to him and, if he bought her, to take her away to what she could only imagine or fear. Did she want to leave this place with such a man? Or did she want the streets? "Come here, Tasha," Jerome snapped. When the girl didn't move, Jerome made a noise deep in his throat like an animal ready to fight. Obviously frightened, the whores backed away. "Jerome," the mother whimpered, begging him to stop, but he silenced her with a look. I'd guessed the mother had protected Tasha from Jerome's untender touch, but there'd be no protection for her tonight. "I says come here," he repeated. His fist was clenched in a ball. "I'd like to talk to Tasha alone, Jerome. You don't mind, do you?" I said quietly. "Huh? No, but the little bitch better be sweet or I be breakin' her in tonight. Leroy be breakin' in one of his. Another be easy, and I likes to breaks 'em in. You hear me, Tasha? I be breakin' you in tonight if Mr. Costello's not happy with you." The mother and two sisters were frozen and Tasha trembled. "Follow me, Tasha," I said, which she did as I walked out the door. I opened the door to my limo as Bigun, my other bodyguard, stood by passively. Tasha crawled in ahead of me and curled into a ball in the corner. I waited about five minutes before I spoke. She watched me the whole time from the protection of her hair. "My name's Vincent Costello. Call me Vinnie," I said. She didn't move. "Do you want to be a whore, Tasha?" "No girl wants to be a whore." Her voice, soft and feminine, radiated fear. "What do you want to be?" "A doctor. A medical doctor." "That takes good grades and hard work." "I make straight A's. Not little A's. Top grades. I'm smart and I know how to work." A fierce pride resonated from her. "I like that. I'm looking for the smartest woman I can find." "Why?" "Are you that smart?" I asked, ignoring her question. "My teachers say I'm the smartest they've seen in a long while." "That's intelligence, and I want that, too, but I said smart. Are you smart enough to know when you're well off? Are you smart enough to know a good deal for you?" "Sure," she replied but there was a tinge of doubt in her voice. "I want to see your body. Take off your clothes." She didn't move. "See. You're not that smart, because, if you were, you'd know I can be a lot meaner than Jerome if I want to be. I can break you, Tasha, and make you the lowest whore on the street, but I can be something else, too. I can be the best friend you'll ever have, a friend who'll protect and care for you. If you're as smart as you think you are, you'll see that. Understand?" "Yes, sir," she said, in a sick, sad tone. "Undress, and never make me ask twice again." She sobbed as her hands wrapped around the hem of her top. She kept her head down as she slowly raised the top, like a striptease. First, the flat stomach and narrow waist came into view. Then her breasts, which were covered by a thick, plain bra. She reached behind her to unfasten the bra, which arched her back toward me, but she crouched over to hide herself before the bra slipped away. She was crying as she removed the pants to reveal long, shapely legs. I didn't speak as she stopped with her thumbs in the elastic of her plain old-fashioned panties, which were dirty and torn. Her body heaved as she cried, but she controlled herself and slipped them down her legs. Her bush was heavy and black. "Kneel between my legs," I ordered. Her movement was graceful, but her body was shaking in anticipation of my taking her. She knelt like a little girl with her knees tightly pressed together, her back hunched. She folded her trembling hands in her lap, one hand over the other as if trying to stop the tremors. Her hands stilled before I raised her head to look at her. Her face had a rich, light coffee color, as if her blackness was only a quarter of her heritage. Her features were fine with big green eyes, a full lower lip giving her a pouting expression, high cheekbones, and flawless skin. She was absolutely beautiful, but her eyes were more than beautiful. They were one pair in a million. Those eyes were wide with fear and wet from crying. "You did a good job of hiding yourself as you undressed, but I want to see you. Do what I tell you or I'll throw you out naked and let anybody who comes along fuck you. Keep your face toward me and your hair back. You have beautiful eyes and I want to see them." She hesitated and her eyes held a million questions. I reached for the door handle. "I'll do it," she whispered. "Get on the seat and offer your breasts to me." She slipped up on the seat. The hardest part for her was keeping her face exposed and her eyes on mine. That's what ripped away the protection of self she'd built over the years. She was trying to read me and understand what was happening to her as she put her palms flat on the seat with her elbows locked. Fear flashed in her eyes before she gritted her teeth. Slowly, she arched her back, raising her breasts toward me. She looked surprised I didn't reach for them, but that'd be later. "Arch your back more, Tasha, and lean toward me. I'm the man you want to play with your breasts and you're giving them to me as a present. That's right. Hold that pose. You have lovely breasts. Has a man ever seen them before?" "No, sir," she said. "You've kept yourself well hidden." "Yes, sir." "No boyfriends?" "Boys in this hood just want a fuck 'n suck. No boy's my friend." "I'm not a boy. I'm a man and I'll be your friend." I made her wait that way, with her breasts thrust out and her eyes on mine, until the muscles in her jaw relaxed and acceptance showed on her face. "That's good. Lean back against the seat." She moved slowly. When the cold leather touched her back, she flinched before settling back against it with her legs tightly closed and her hands folded in her lap. She waited for my direction and her breathing was her only movement. I was in no hurry. I was enjoying looking at her. More than that, she needed some time to become accustomed to me. "Let me have your right foot," I said. Tentatively, she extended her leg to me. I wrapped my fingers around her ankle and pulled her foot into my lap. I massaged the bottom of her foot slowly, using my thumb against the soft area below the ball. She trembled and goosebumps broke out on her upper chest. I kept massaging as I spoke again. "It's hard on the street, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "What do your sisters charge for a straight fuck?" "A hundred dollars, but Jerome takes most of it." "How can they save any money for a dream?" "They can't," she replied despondently. "Who do you trust, Tasha?" "What do you mean?" "Who are your friends on the street?" "Momma's my only friend." "Who wants to help you realize your dreams?" "Just Momma." "You can trust me, Tasha, if I can trust you. If I can trust you, I'll be the best friend you ever have. Now touch your left foot to the door on your right." She kept her eyes on mine and her breasts pointed at me as she rotated her hips to comply. The position tightened her muscles. I didn't touch. I looked, and as I looked at her, I let her see warmth and friendliness in my expression. "Get on your knees on the seat with your ass toward me." She shook her head "no" even as she complied. "Look back over your shoulder at me and spread your legs." Her sweet pussy winked at me from between her legs. I ran my hands up her taut legs, which made her body tremble and her eyes widen. I stroked her pussy lips with my thumbs as my hands held her thighs. When I saw the first sign of arousal, I stopped touching her. Following my instructions, she posed for fifteen minutes or so, showing me every part of her body. My cock was rock hard as I watched her. She did have a magnificent body. But her reaction, not mine, was the key. She was losing her fear of being naked with me and responding sexually to my hands on her. She fought that response. There was a wanting in her she was afraid to let out. "Very nice, Tasha. Now kneel between my legs again." I held her head so she couldn't look away. When I leaned to kiss her, she tensed, but didn't pull away. I released her and leaned against the seat back. "Have you ever been kissed," I asked. "No, sir," she said not looking at me. "Has a man ever touched you?" She hesitated. "Don't lie to me," I said coldly. "One of Momma's dates tried to get to me." "Was he successful?" "He ripped off my blouse. Then we stopped him." "How?" "Momma jumped on his back." "And he quit?" "No. I hit him over the head with a lamp. I hit him three times. He bled a lot and Jerome took him to the hospital." "Do you know what a breaking in is?" "Yes, sir," she said. She looked away and her voice quaked in fear. "Look at me when you speak to me," I said sharply. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she looked up and said again, "Yes, sir." "How do you know, Tasha?" "My sisters were broken in. I helped care for them when they brought them home." "What happens?" "They take her." "Who takes her?" "Pimps. A bunch of them." "What do they do to her?" "Rape her. Whip her." "It's a gang rape?" "Yes." "Where do they rape her?" "Everywhere." "Where's that?" "Her pussy. Her mouth. Her ass. They rape her over and over." "Where do they whip her?" "Everywhere." "Be more specific," I ordered. "Her breasts, between her legs. Her whole body. Even the bottom of her feet." "What do they whip her with?" "Ropes, or wire." "Do you remember what your sisters looked like after they were broken in?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. "How did they look?" "Bad. Real bad." "Did they like being broken in?" "Oh, no! Nothing hurts as bad as that." "And you want that?" She shook her head. Clearly she was terrified, which is how I wanted her to be. A deep sob escaped her. "Please, Mr. Costello. Don't break me in. Please! I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Oh, God, please, don't hurt me like that," she burst out in a torrent. She was trembling like a cold, wet puppy. "Why do they break in a woman?" I asked. "So she knows who owns her, who she has to please. That's what Jerome said. I'm smart. I can please you, Mr. Costello. I'll do it without the pain. I promise! Give me a chance to show you how good I can be. Please!" "I know you'll be good if I break you in," I replied coldly. "I'll be better if you don't. I know I will, Mr. Costello. I'll do anything for you. Anything you want. Please don't hurt me!" She collapsed in a crying ball at my feet. I didn't move as she sobbed in her fear. Her fear was important to me. She had to realize I was the meanest man on the street so she'd want to please me above all things. Fear was the stick. I was going to give her the carrot, too. I waited until her tears stopped. "Look at me," I said very softly. Slowly her eyes raised to mine. "I don't want to hurt you, Tasha. I want you to have a good life, a happy life, and a life of fun and pleasures. I never want you to have pain. But I'll give you pain if I need to. I'll give you more pain than you can endure if you betray me. Do you understand?" She sobbed and nodded. "One of two things is going to happen tonight. You'll make me happy, or Jerome will break you in. When the night's over, you'll either be sleeping in a nice, big, warm bed curled up next to me or you'll be huddled in pain on the floor of your mother's apartment after they break you in. Which is it going to be, Tasha?" She didn't flinch as I stroked her hair. Thick and coarse, but not kinky, it was filthy with an unpleasant odor. A thousand emotions flickered across her face, but fear was there the most. Tears slipped down her cheeks to wet my hands as I held her face. She didn't struggle or try to pull away. "I'd rather be with you," she whispered. "What did you say?" "I want to be with you," she said distinctly. "If we're together, what'll we do?" "Have sex." "That's just part of it. I'm not buying a whore for the night, Tasha. I want smiles and eagerness to please me. And I don't want average sex or even good sex. I want great sex, hot and happy sex." "Yes, sir." "If you want to be with me, you need to make me happy, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, do it." Tentatively, she reached for my zipper. "No, Tasha. That comes later. Kiss me." She lifted her head toward me. She was surprised I made no move to meet her. She scooted closer and stretched until her lips touched mine. Her lips were closed and her breath matched her hair for foulness. "Is that supposed to make me happy? You may not have been kissed, but you know that wasn't good," I said. When she kissed me again, I kept my mouth closed. She looked puzzled. "Tasha, you're beautiful, but beautiful women are a dime a dozen. You have a magnificent body, but so do a lot of women. Women with heat are what a man wants. Make me want you." Tasha was only fifteen, but she wasn't some child from a safe, protected environment. She was from the mean streets, and the daughter and sister of whores. She might be a virgin, but she had the body of a woman and she knew the score. That's what her expression told me before she kissed me. "That's better. Keep doing it." She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me again. Tasha's lips were soft, pliant. Her tongue slipped between my lips. We kissed until I felt her enjoy it. "Where should my hands be?" I asked. "On me," she whispered. "Put them where you think I'd want them." I replied, holding my hands out to her. Her eyes were a woman's eyes, knowing with a hint of sexual teasing and pride, as she took my left hand and placed it on her waist. Like a cat, she watched me as she slowly pushed my hand down until it cupped the meat of her ass cheek. She took my right hand in both of hers and opened it, stroking my fingers with her nails. She brought it to her lips and kissed my palm before guiding it to her breast. Her hand around mine massaged the tissue of her breast. She gently moved my finger and thumb to her nipple. "Like this?" she teased. There was a twinkle in her eyes. "Very nice," I replied. She kissed me as I played with her body. When I was a kid we called it "making out." That's what Tasha and I did in the back seat of my limo until I felt the heat of a woman overcome the fear of a girl and her kisses became wanting. When I pushed her down until her ass rested on her heels, she looked confused. I took her hands in mine. "Listen very carefully. The next few minutes are going to be the most important ones of your life. I'll do what it takes to make you a doctor, or whatever else you want to be. I'll pay for the schools and books, teachers and tutors. I'll take you places far away, places you've dreamed of seeing. I'll pay for all of it. I'll give you time and help to get it done. I'll give you your dream, Tasha." Had there ever been hope in her life? She could dream, but it took hope to make her dream seem real. That's what was in her face as she stared up at me. She wondered if I was the way to make her dream come true. I wanted her to believe I was that way. Her path to her dreams. If she believed it, she'd be what I wanted. "Think about it. Dr. Tasha Johnson." She quivered and tears burst forth, flowing unabated down her cheeks. Had she ever cried for her dream before? "Yes, Tasha. I'll give you your dream. You can ask Jerome. Ask anybody. Vinnie Costello's word's as good as gold. And I'll give you my word." "What do you want?" she whispered. Her tongue snaked out to swipe tears away. "You. You for ten years. I want you to do what I tell you, when I tell you. You'll do it without question or complaint and with an attitude that'll make me happy. It won't be just sex, but you'll do that, too, with me and with others. It'll be hard work because I'll demand of you what I want. I'll push you to be a doctor, too." "You won't need to push me for that," she said, with a toughness of the street married to determination to leave that street behind her. "Why are you doing this?" "That's none of your business. All you have to do is decide. You can be a street whore for Jerome tomorrow or you can be a doctor after ten years with me. You'll have to trust me, but I'll do my part if you'll do yours." "I'll do it," she said. "Don't be so fast to answer. I want you to think about it. When Vinnie gives his word, he'll die before he breaks it. When other people give Vinnie their word, they die if they break it. Or they wished they'd died," I said using the cold, dead, fear-inducing voice that was well known to my enemies. She was studying me. "I've thought about it all my life. I'll do it. I won't break my word," she said resolutely. "Then we have a deal?" I asked. "Yes, sir. We have a deal." I pulled her up to me. She was surprised I didn't kiss her. I simply held her. In moments, she was holding to me fiercely. Tears began again, this time from the uncontrolled joy of seeing her dream near her grasp. I waited until she'd calmed. "Get dressed, but don't wear your bra," I ordered. She was stunned I wasn't going to use her. As she scrambled to get into her clothes, she studied me, looking for clues. She found none. "We're going to watch the breaking in tonight. Don't look away. I won't let it happen to you as long as we've got a deal. Understand?" She nodded. "The deal is you belong to me, will do as I tell you, and that you'll make me happy. Understand?" She nodded again. "Good. Let's go back inside." When we returned to Jerome and his whores, Moreen, Tasha's eldest sister, was on her knees working on Jerome's cock. Tasha turned away. I pulled her against me and said, "Watch. You're going to please me with your mouth any time I ask. You need to see how it's done." I wrapped my left arm around her waist. My right hand slipped under her top to cup her full breast. Her nipple immediately hardened. As she watched and I played with her nipple, her ass rubbed against my cock. It was involuntary. When it happened, she gasped and willed herself to stop, but I felt her quiver as the heat rose from her. After Jerome unloaded in that well-trained mouth, I told him we wanted to watch the breaking in. He shrugged and agreed. Tasha's mother cried when I told them she was leaving forever. Her sisters were envious of her good fortune. Tasha packed her few belongings in a shabby suitcase and hugged her family goodbye. As the women watched, I handed Jerome a stack of hundred dollar bills. He riffed them as he grinned from ear to ear and the light twinkled off the gold and silver in his mouth. "Bought and paid for," I said. "Yes, sir, Vinnie. You've paid for her. She's your whore now. " "Do you understand, Tasha?" I asked as I stared at her. She didn't stoop and try to hide behind her hair this time. She stood straight and tall as she looked me in the eye. "Yes, sir. I understand. I'm yours, Mr. Costello. You own me," she said. I took Tasha's hand and led her from the room. She didn't look back. ****** The purpose of a "breaking in" is to cause a woman to quickly and eagerly obey her pimp. It's as violent as anything you can imagine. It isn't sex. It's punishment, intimidation, and humiliation. Mostly, it's pain. Intense, personal pain. Tasha and I were going to watch a breaking in. Mica parked the limo in front of a partially-burned-out, forlorn tenement on an old, dirty street. He walked over to talk to a couple of street kids hanging around. When he was through explaining the situation, those kids would watch the limo for us. Mica opened the back door. I exited and extended my hand to Tasha. She was trembling when she took it and her eyes were wide with fear. We walked up a flight of rickety stairs to reach the place the pimps had chosen to do their deed. People would hear the noise, but no one would intervene. If anything, they'd realize it could happen to them. The pimps liked that. They thought it would expand their influence. However, one of the more successful pimps was an effeminate acting, spare, Hispanic who never broke in his girls. They fucked their hearts out in gratitude. Tasha was the only female in the room. I was there with Bigun and Mica, who are my men. The pimps were Jerome, who sold Tasha to me, Leroy, who was breaking in a whore, Shine, and The Nose. "Who's the white boy?" Leroy said looking at me. His eyes left me to burn into Tasha. She held my hand in both of hers and partially hid behind me. "I'm Vinnie Costello. You're new in town," I replied. "Yeah, but I be hearin' of you. What do you want?" "I understand you're breaking in a new whore. Tasha wants to watch," I said in a non-confrontational tone. "Tell me about your whore." "College bitch. The little white slut likes coke, but she don't like to pay for it." "What do you want for her?" "Four big ones." "I'll give you one, sight unseen." "Make it two and a half." "One and three bits. That's my final offer," I said. "Okay." "I want you to break her in." Leroy smirked. It was like buying a pig in a poke, but I wanted to do two things - make a deal with Leroy and make an impression on Tasha. He didn't care about the girl, only his money. Leroy dragged in a burlap bag smelling of urine. If he'd followed the usual procedure, the girl had been bound, gagged, blindfolded, and stuffed in the bag. Then they'd peed on it, soaking it with their smell. She'd been in the bag anywhere from one to twelve hours. She might even be dead. It was a risk I was willing to take. Leroy cut open the sack and dumped her on the ground. When her purse fell out beside her, Mica retrieved her ID and gave it to me. Her name was Melanie Phillips and she was twenty-one. Melanie had been bound in a ball. They'd used handcuffs and chains to allow her to be bound indefinitely without cutting off circulation. She was still dressed in a typical college skirt and blouse. Gray duct tape covered her eyes and mouth. I leaned against the wall and pulled Tasha back against me. Her ass was against my cock. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her against me. My other hand seized her chin. "Watch everything, Tasha. Don't look away. Don't close your eyes," I whispered in her ear. She took short, quick breaths, put both her arms over mine, and held on tightly. My fingers on her carotid artery could feel her racing pulse. "Leroy," I said. His dead cruel eyes fixed on me. I thought he was high on drugs. "I want to hear the girl and see her eyes." Leroy grinned and yanked the tape off Melanie's mouth, which pulled off a layer of skin and left her lips red and raw. She gasped for air, struggling to breathe. Leroy yanked her upright with one hand, his long black fingers like snakes crawling in her brown hair. She was sitting on her heels, hands cuffed to the steel chain around her waist, ankles bound together. Leroy yanked the tape off her eyes, revealing brown pools of fear. He slapped her back and forth, back and forth, until her cheeks were swollen and her lip bleeding. She made little, sick sounds, like a wounded animal. Tasha squirmed in my grip. "No little white bitch gonna' steal my coke. You be a whore now. Leroy's whore," Leroy said to the helpless Melanie as his fingers crushed her cheeks into her lower jaw. She gurgled, unable to speak. "I be breakin' my whores in so's they be like I want 'em." He shoved her on her back. They moved quickly, with the smoothness of experience. Leroy undid her cuffs and the chain. The Nose slipped a loop over one of her wrists and yanked it tight before crossing her wrists and binding them together. Jerome removed the chain binding her ankles, wrapped a loop around one ankle and yanked. Shine's rope was around her other leg. They stepped away, pulling her legs apart. Leroy's switchblade clicked. "God, please, no. Don't hurt me," she begged. He cut off her clothes as she screamed, "Please, please. Have mercy." Melanie had a decent body, but it was nothing exceptional and she'd benefit from losing a few pounds. Shortly, that body would be red and blue and in a great deal of pain. When she struggled and screamed, the three pimps holding her pulled against the ropes, making them dig into her flesh. Leroy yanked his trousers down and his cock, black and hard, popped free. He dropped down between her legs. "You gonna be raped now and not by some limp-dicked white boy, but by my big black cock. I's gonna rape you anytime I like, you cokehead bitch." He positioned himself at her entrance. The other pimps yanked, spreading her wider. Leroy drove his hard cock into her pussy with one brutal stroke. To my surprise, I didn't see any blood, which made me wonder if Melanie liked it rough. He fucked her as hard as he could with each thrust driving her naked body against the thin mat on the cold concrete floor. When he was ready, the pimps moved as one, yanking Melanie to a sitting position. Leroy forced her mouth open and came there. She choked on his cum and it spewed on him and her breasts. He slapped her hard, and blood from her nose sprayed the air. "Swallow next time, bitch, or I'll cut your nipple off," Leroy barked. He staggered back and took the rope from Shine. It was his turn to rape the girl and he was every bit as brutal. They all raped her twice. The last time Leroy raped her ass. Melanie screamed in fear and pain until her voice was a never-ending rasp. It was all different and all the same. A cruel black face over a terrified white one. The stench of bodies and sexual fluids. Grunting thrusts, begging bleatings. Violence and terror. It didn't take long for her to be raped eight times, for her to bleed from their entries, for her face to be swollen in pain and covered in their cum. But to Melanie, and to Tasha watching her, it was a lifetime. A lifetime of fear and pain. Tasha shivered and crushed against me when it began. When she sobbed at the first rape, I covered her mouth with my hand and said, "Be quiet and watch. That way you'll know what you're missing as long as you make me happy." She tried turning her head away, but I held her firmly, making her watch. Only once did I have to tell her to open her eyes. She cried and shook in my arms. Now she was limp. My support was all that kept her from collapsing on the floor. "Now the fun begins," Leroy said as he wiped his brow on the remains of Melanie's blouse. He picked up a wire coat hanger. Standing over Melanie, he bent it double. She knew what was coming and fought desperately to get away, but the three men holding her ropes grinned at her helplessness. "I's gonna whip you, whore. Yo' lily white body be a blue body soon," Leroy threatened. Her left breast instantaneously turned a brilliant blue when Leroy whipped the hanger against it. He waited until her scream died in the air before he stepped back and, with a flick of his wrist, slammed it against her pussy. Again and again, he swung the wire against her. On her back and calves. On the inside of her thighs and the tender area below her belly button. But mostly on her breasts and pussy. Melanie gurgled, paled, and began to shiver violently and uncontrollably. "That's enough, Leroy," I said. "She's going into shock." "Leroy says when it's enough, not some honkie asshole." "I paid for her. Remember?" When he reached for his pocket, I thought he was going to return my money, but he flicked open the switchblade and drew back to throw it. The roar of Mica's nine millimeter Glock filled the air. Leroy flew backward as blood spurted from the hole in his chest. His vacant-eyed corpse left a trail of red as it slid down the wall. The other pimps were frozen in place. Tasha wasn't breathing. Melanie was covered in Leroy's blood, mixed with her own. "Bigun, you and Tasha help the girl. Go on, Tasha. Move," I said, pushing her toward the beaten victim. "How many girls did Leroy have?" I asked. "Seven," Shine answered as his eyes flicked between Mica's gun and me. "That's two apiece and one left over," I said. "I'll take the white girl and my money. Who'll get rid of Leroy?" "I'll do it, but I wants three whores," Shine replied. "Is that all right?" I asked. They nodded. "Do you want my help in deciding who gets what whore?" "We can do it," The Nose replied. "Then our business for tonight is concluded," I said. After Bigun carried Melanie to the limo, I injected her with a sedative that knocked her out. Bigun put her in the trunk. I called Dr. Gallo on the cell phone. Doc was an old friend who attended to all my medical needs. Melanie would stay at his clinic until she healed. When Tasha got into the limo, she curled into a ball in the corner. Her hair was back so I could see her face and her eyes never left mine. "Did you enjoy watching that?" I asked. "No, Mr. Costello," she whispered. A tear slipped down her cheek as those huge green eyes stared at me out of her light coffee face. When I took her hands in mine, she stopping breathing. "I'll say it again because I want you to understand. If you make me happy and if you are loyal to me, that'll never happen to you. Never, because I'll not do it for ten years. Then you'll be Dr. Tasha Johnson, who'll move out of this hellhole of a neighborhood and live where things like that don't happen to anyone. Remember our deal." She nodded and exhaled loudly when I released her hands. Tasha was quiet as the limo whisked through the streets, but she never looked away from me. She was digesting all she'd seen and heard tonight. The breaking in had rocked her to her soul, as I knew it would. I didn't speak to her. I wanted her to dwell on what she'd seen and what I'd told her. When we got to the Sunset, I led her toward my quarters. She carried the small suitcase that contained her worldly possessions. "What is this place?" she asked. "It's called The Sunset. It's a bar, restaurant, and motel. I own it." "You do?" "Sure. I own it and a lot of other things." "Like me?" Innocent question? No. Not when I saw her eyes. Questions and hopes and fears flashed across her face like neon. "Yes, I own it like I own you, but, no, it's different because there's nothing and no one like you. You're special, Tasha." Her eyes blinked as her mind raced, then a soft smile and a twinkle appeared. She was still smiling when we went through the steel security doors to my quarters. "It's beautiful," she said. I gave her a minute to explore my suite, which is a living room, bedroom, small kitchen, and bath. "Let me show you your room," I replied as I opened the door. "My room?" she whispered. "Sure. Haven't you ever had your own room?" She shook her head, but I knew the answer before she gave it. There was a single door off my bedroom that opened into a three by three alcove. Three doors opened from that alcove, each into an identical bedroom. Tasha would have the one on the left. "This is yours, Tasha," I said, opening the door for her. Shyly, she stuck her head in the door as if she were afraid it would disappear before her eyes. The room was twelve by twelve, not including the walk-in closet. The walls were painted in a light rose. There was a new double bed, with matching dark oak head and foot boards, against one wall, accessorized with a night stand, lamp, clock radio, and chest of drawers. A computer table with a computer, monitor, and printer was against the wall. She gasped when she saw it. Lovingly, she ran her fingers across the keys. "It's a new Compaq computer and HP printer. The latest models," I said. The outside wall of the room had high windows that ran the length of the wall, but were only eighteen inches wide. There'd be plenty of light during the day, but no opportunity for entrance or exit that way. There were reproductions of great art on the wall, a stereo set with some CDs stacked by it and a bookcase with books I'd selected. The CDs and the books were the classics. "There aren't any clothes or personal items. We'll buy what you need, and we'll buy the books, computer programs, and other things you want when the time's right." She bounced on the edge of the bed with glee. She couldn't believe what was happening in her life. I picked up the telephone. "Send Bertha in," I said into the handpiece. "Take off your clothes, Tasha," I said to her. She was shy about undressing, but she took off the smelly clothes and put them neatly on the chair. She sat on the bed again and covered herself with her hands. She'd be over her shyness soon enough. When Bertha walked through the door, Tasha gasped and tried to hide herself. "Stand up and let her see you," I ordered. "Bertha, go to Wal-Mart and get her some clothes and shoes that are modest and befitting a fifteen-year-old." "Fifteen-year-olds don't dress modestly these days. Anyway, with that body, why would she want to be modest?" Bertha replied with a grin. "What's your size, girl?" 'I don't know," Tasha replied. "Vinnie, let me a get a tape measure," Bertha said. When I nodded, she left the room. "A lot of people will see you naked, Tasha," I said conversationally. "You'll get used to it. Have you ever had new clothes?" "No, sir." "And you've never had clothes that fit because you can hide from the men that way?" "That's right," she said, as if sharing a secret. "You'll wear some clothes that'll make the men drool, but there's only one man you belong to, isn't there?" "Yes, sir. You. Vinnie Costello." "Are you sure?" "I know why you made me watch tonight," she said. Her back was straight, her head high, and her hands were loose by her sides. When she looked me in the eye, hers were intent and honest. "Why?" "So I'd fear you. You and the pain I'd get if I didn't please you." "That's right, and you remember it, Tasha." "I will, but Mr. Costello." "Call me Vinnie." "Vinnie, you're a very clever man. You know that I want to be a doctor and that I'll do whatever it takes to be one. You told me you'd give me that and I believe you." "I didn't lie." "I know you didn't. I'm smart, too, Vinnie. I know what I want and now I know how to get it. I'm not going to let this chance slip away." She'd moved subtly to give me a three-quarters view of her body. She stood on tiptoe, the left leg straight and under her, the right one forward with pointed toes. Her back was slightly arched, her high breasts like dusky melons ripe for the picking. Men kill for women who didn't look nearly that good. But it was her face that thrilled me and made me ache. A face without trepidation. A face of promise and desire. A face that could make a man cut his own throat. "And, Vinnie, I know what you want. You'll be pleased with me. I promise. By the time I'm a doctor, you'll think I'm the best bargain you ever made," she said. There was a sureness in her voice, a strength and honesty that was unmistakable. I turned away to keep her from reading my face because I couldn't hide how much she appealed to me. In the last instant our eyes met, I saw in hers that she'd read mine. She was as pleased as any woman is pleased when she knows her man's desire is almost beyond his control. "You know what I want to see?" I said, changing the subject. "No." "I want to see you walk across the stage and receive your diploma when you become Dr. Tasha Johnson. That'll be a great day indeed." "Yes, it will," she replied in a voice full of fierce pride. "But until that day, I want to see Tasha Johnson as Vinnie's girl." "I'm happy to be Vinnie's girl." She smiled and it wasn't a girl's smile. It was a sexual, open, confident woman's smile. "Vinnie, will you make me a promise, please?" "What?" "You're going to make me a woman tonight. Your woman. Promise me you'll give your woman a chance to please you, Vinnie, because she wants to make you the happiest man on earth." That's when I almost lost it. I wanted to grab her, to crush her beneath me, to bury my head in the softness of her breast, to whisper in her ear, to lose myself in her heat. Thank God, Bertha returned. Bertha measured everything from the size of her head to her feet, and I recorded the measurements as she called them out. The three most common quoted measurements were 34 - 18 - 35. The 34 was accompanied by a D cup. Tasha did have one hell of a body. "Anything else, Vinnie?" Bertha asked. "Take her old clothes and throw them away," I replied. "Man, these stink," Bertha said as she gathered Tasha's things. "Come on," I said to Tasha. She padded behind me to the bathroom. The bathroom was palatial with the largest Jacuzzi tub made, three sinks, and a wide dressing table between sinks two and three. There was a multi-person shower with six shower heads, vertically aligned three each on two adjacent walls. A seat was built in to the third wall. The fourth was glass. "Is it hard to smell as badly as you do?" I asked. She grinned. "I work at it. Even Leroy doesn't like a woman who stinks like I do." "You'll smell as sweet as a rose from now on. There's a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash in that drawer. Get started." As she leaned over the sink brushing her teeth, she watched me in the mirror as I undressed. Tasha knew how to pose. Her legs were straight and her ass stuck out toward me. When she saw me watching her, she shifted her weight to her left leg and bent the right one. She angled her body so I could see her dangling breasts in the mirror. When I pulled down my boxers, her eyes widened and she stopped, foaming at the mouth with Colgate. "What's wrong?" I asked. She blanched and furiously brushed her teeth before rinsing. "I asked you a question." "You're a big man," she said softly. "You saw four other cocks tonight." "But they weren't like yours," she replied. "Ever seen anyone fuck?" "Sure. Tonight." "That was punishment. Have you seen sex for pleasure?" "Yes, sir." "Tell me about it." "Well, you know. The apartment's small." "Don't lie to me, Tasha. If you didn't want to watch, you wouldn't have seen it." "That's true," she whispered. "Did you masturbate as they fucked?" Tasha squirmed and blushed, making her skin a cherry cola color. She couldn't say it. She nodded her head. "Glad to hear it," I said with a grin. "Do you masturbate often?" She nodded. "How often?" She looked away, but, in an instant, she looked at me seductively. "Every day," she whispered. "Do you orgasm?" "Every time." "How do you do it?" "Do what?" "Masturbate." "What do you mean?" she asked innocently. "Don't be coy. Tell me exactly how you masturbate." "In my room. In the dark." She looked at my face and sighed. She knew I wasn't going to let her off the hook. "When no one's there, like when Momma's out with a trick, I turn off the lights and lie back on my bed. I touch myself first. You know. Not between my legs. My belly. My sides. Mainly my breasts. I pull my legs up and stroke the inside of my thighs. Then I stroke down there. You know, my pussy. I stroke my pussy lips. I stroke back and forth. I pull my short hairs and stroke." She was imagining it. Her eyes were dreamy and wet before they closed, and her hand fell between her legs. "I pull my knees up higher, to my breasts. With one finger of my left hand, I rub my button. Then I put a finger of my right hand in my pussy. That finger goes back and forth in my pussy. The other finger makes my button go round and round. Back and forth. Round and round." She giggled. "I can feel it when it starts to build. Feel the twitch. Faster now. Back and forth. Round and round." "You can finish telling me later. Come join me," I said. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She took a deep breath and stepped in beside me. I shoved her under the hot spray before turning off the water. "Head first," I said, reaching for the shampoo. I washed Tasha from head to toe with shampoo, soap, and a wash cloth. I even did the bottom of her feet. Her big eyes watched me intently as I washed between her legs. I turned on the water again and rinsed her. It was more than getting her clean. It was feeling every part of her and letting those parts become accustomed to having my hands on them. Then I turned off the water and told her to wash me. She did a thorough job. When it came time to wash my cock and balls, her touch was light, but sufficient before she rinsed me. She started rhythmically rinsing my cock with her hand around the shaft. She watched it harden in her hand. When she looked in my eyes, she shuddered and goosebumps covered her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed when I kissed her gently. After we dried each other, I took her hand to lead her to bed. When I stopped to get condoms, she said, "I'm on the pill. Momma didn't want me to get pregnant." "Oh?" I said. "I'm a virgin, Vinnie, but Momma knew I masturbated and she knew what she was like. She was whoring when she was my age. Anyway, Jerome had his eye on me. She told me my time couldn't be too far away." She followed me into the bedroom. After I pulled the covers back, she lay down in the middle of the bed without being told and brought her knees up. I lay down beside her and pushed her knees down. She kept her legs together. Our bodies touched, but I kept my hands to myself. "Sex can be enjoyable, Tasha. Didn't your Mother teach you that?" "Momma loves the fucking. She said sex was so good she'd fuck any man who asked even if they didn't pay her, but men are mean sometimes. Like tonight with that white girl." "That wasn't sex. That was punishment. Michelle had stolen Leroy's cocaine and she deserved it." "Maybe that's true, but I know men can be mean just because they want to be, even if the woman hasn't done anything. My sisters tell me about the mean ones, you know, and I see their bruises." I didn't reply as she stared up at me. Big, beautiful green eyes staring longingly out of a milk and coffee face. God, I loved her eyes. "I know you won't be mean to me," she said softly. "I will if you need it. I'll be real mean if you cheat on me. What Michelle got will be a Sunday school picnic. Understand?" "Yes, sir, but I won't need it. I'll be what you want, and, Vinnie, I'll be so good to you." "Then I'll be even better to you, sweet and gentle as a lamb." Her gentle, shy, even loving, smile warmed my heart. "It's easy, Tasha. You concentrate on becoming a doctor and making me happy. I'll worry about everything else." Watching the breaking in was to teach her I could be cruel and would be if I thought it was needed. Seeing Leroy's chest explode when he was shot was an unexpected bonus. That was only one side of the coin. I wanted her to know I was her lover, and her protector and confidante, who'd take care of her, who'd let her dream, and help her fulfill those dreams. The fear would make her compliant and obedient, but I wanted her eager, too. I wanted her to squirm and get wet between her legs when she thought of me. Her hands were by her side, her legs together, as my eyes roamed over her delicious body. When I touched her stomach, she flinched and covered my hand with hers. For a second, I thought she was trying to stop me, but she smiled and guided my hand to her breast. Her eyes fluttered and closed, her mouth opened in willing reception as I kissed her. She shivered as I rotated her nipple and her eyes dilated. Her hand squirmed to find my cock trapped between us. I wanted her to enjoy every moment, to enjoy me. Ever so slowly, I tantalized her body until desire flushed away apprehension and her face was a study in need. She mumbled incoherently and a sheen of sweat covered her dusky lushness as I nibbled my way from her nipples down her belly to her bush. "Has a man ever made you cum?" I asked. "Nobody's ever touched me, except Momma and the doctor," she replied. "I'm going to eat your pussy before I fuck you." "Momma told me men don't do that." "This man does, Tasha. He likes eating a sweet pussy like yours." She raised her head to watch me as I slipped between her legs. When I kissed the inside of her thigh where it joins her body, she spasmed like she'd been shocked. She watched me with big, unblinking eyes as I nibbled and kissed my way up toward her hip and down the mound of Venus. When I kissed her pussy the first time, her head fell back on the bed and she groaned. I had all the time in the world and I used it to build Tasha's desire. When I felt her gently urge my head harder against her pussy, I wrapped my fingers around her wrists and held her arms by her side. "Please, Vinnie," she whimpered. Her legs were up and open as I sucked and licked Tasha Johnson to her first orgasm with a man. It was a hell of an orgasm as she bucked and squealed, twisted and thrust, against my mouth. I nibbled my way up her body as she lay splayed and gasping. When I suckled her breast, she drew her knees up and reached for my cock. "Put it in me, Vinnie. Come on," she murmured as she guided my cock to her sopping and bloated pussy. When she lodged my cock head in her slit, I tried to wait, but she wanted it. She rocked and thrust upwards, taking me in, and then letting me slip out of her. I pushed slowly, feeling her tighten and relax, her hips move, her pussy spasm and throb as my cock went where no man had ever been. She had no hymen and there wasn't any blood. Just a hot, tight wetness pulling me in. I let her adjust to the newness and to the feel of a man. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Her legs were up with her knees bent, her face was passion, as I stopped with my cock buried in her to the hilt. "It feels so good to be full of you," she murmured. I rocked, moving my cock only an inch or so and pushing back into her. Tasha's eyes were dilated. Sweat sheened her tawny skin as the pressure built. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and her arms went around my neck. "You're not going to hurt me, my sweet man," she whispered lovingly. "Fuck me good." The first time she orgasmed, her legs were around me and her nails dug into my back, breaking the skin. The second time, her hands were pinned over her head and her feet were flat on the bed with her pelvis ramming mine. The third time her knees were under my arms as my weight spread her widely. She wasn't a screamer. She was a whisperer, softly playing sweet sounds of love in my ear. "Vinnie, I love you in me." "Vinnie, my Vinnie." "So good, Vinnie. Please. Please." "Vinnie, I love your cock. I love it in me." "Vinnie. My man. My man's fucking me so good." "Yes, Vinnie. Yes. Oh, God, my man's so good to me." "Vinnie." "My Vinnie." "Mine." It was musical. The most beautiful music in the world. She was depleted, her eyes pools of passion, her skin hot and wet, her muscles flaccid, her arms inert by her sides, when I spread her for the last time and pinned her knees to the bed with my hands. I let myself go, cumming in her as her pussy milked me. "That's it, my sweet man. Fill me with your cum," she whispered. I lay down beside her, covered us over, and wrapped my arms around her. She snuggled into my chest and was asleep in seconds. She was going to be like her mother. She'd fuck because she loved it. And she'd be the best, as she grew in skill and appreciation of the sexual arts. But would she be loyal to me? Or would she fuck any man who asked? Would she service me to achieve her ends or would she love me? Love? Yes. Love. Love me. Be loyal and faithful and her eyes light up when she sees me. You know love. It's the same in Vinnie's world as it is in your world. For her sake, I hoped she'd be faithful - because I'd crush her if she betrayed me. I'd crush her to dust and throw her remains to the four winds. But that wouldn't cure the ache that'd be inside me. That wouldn't ease my pain from her betrayal. That's why I hoped for my sake she'd be faithful. The last betrayal hurt too goddamned much. The End

Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex between adults and minors offend you, please leave now. Summary: Johnny visits his mother's old friend. (Fb, bg, anal, growth, mast, oral, pedo, reluc) Elm Street was a half-mile from Johnny's house. The boy was heading that way, looking forward to meeting Emma Boswell. Johnny was wearing an black T-shirt that had white sleeves. The long bulge in his gray sweatpants that was his dick was practically pasted to his limping left leg. His black sneakers had white soles. That morning -- after getting her brains fucked out and back in by her own 6-year-old son -- Johnny's mother, Sadie, told him that an old friend of hers had recently moved to Happy Valley. The women went through childhood and high school together before moving to different cities. Sadie was eager to show Emma what she had been up to these past six years. Johnny, of course, was more than happy to help. Eventually, Johnny arrived at a brick house. After walking up the steps, he rang the doorbell. "Be right there!" a muffled, feminine voice said. The door soon opened, and the boy was amazed at what he saw. "Well, hello there!" the middle-aged woman gushed. She put a hand on one side of the doorway. "So you're Sadie's son -- Johnny, isn't it?" "Uh-huh..." Johnny eyed her breasts and nodded. Emma's tits were literally bursting out of her candy-cane-striped bathrobe. Not only were the tops visible, but so were the inner sides! The brown areola were half-hidden by the furry opening of the clothing. The cleavage slightly pressed against one another as she leaned on her supporting hand and crossed her legs. Johnny looked at her grinning face. Straight, brown hair surrounded her round head and blocked the sides of her black glasses. Beady, green eyes were each on one side of the long bridge of her nose. "My goodness, you are a cute little bastard, aren't you? Your mother wasn't kidding! Come in, sweetie, I wanna see if she was telling the truth about your cock!" Removing her hand from the wall, she gripped Johnny's wrist and led him inside. The living room floor was made of white marble tiles. In the center, there was a rectangular coffee table, which was on top of a gray, oval-shaped rug with a dark gray border. Against a wall with a framed picture of a sunset, there was a yellow love seat. Across from that was the yellow couch. Sunlight illuminated the room from the large window in the back. Emma sat on the love seat and let go of her guest's hand. She gazed approvingly at the bulge in his left pant leg that was slowly getting thicker. Shamelessly, she put one hand on the boy's waistband, and the other on the object hidden by the clothing. "I gotta see how you're hung, darling." Emma gently squeezed the center of Johnny's dick. "Hmmm... looks and feels like a pretty big package, all right." Excitedly, she tugged at the elastic waistband of his gray pants and pulled them down, exposing more and more Johnny. Before the sweatpants pooled at his feet, Johnny's dick flopped upward and bobbed up and down as if it were nodding in agreement to Emma's earlier comment. It looked to be as thick as an empty toilet paper roll. Hanging between Johnny's knees was a long ball sack. The hairless bag looked like it was carrying a couple of pool balls. "Oh... my... God! This is incredible!" Emma exclaimed. She crouched down for a better look. "You're bigger than any man I've had! What the fuck has Sadie been feeding her son?" She held his sack and lifted it a bit. "Jesus, no wonder your sack is stretching so low -- these balls weight a ton!" Softly, she set them down. Then she ran her middle fingertips under his dick, causing Johnny to shudder. "A cock like this belongs on a fucking horse!" Emma stood and untied her bathrobe. "And Johnny, my dear," she began as she gripped each side of her open robe, "here's what your mommy's friend has to offer!" The woman pulled her garment open, revealing her nude frontal body in its full glory. The divorcee's cleavage was nearly wide enough to cover her upper arms. "Awesome!" commented Johnny. With a grin, Emma slid her arms out of the long sleeves and let the wooly robe drop behind her. Turning around, she leaned over to pick up the garment. When her fingers gripped the collar, she closed her legs and bent her knees for a crouch. Lightly wiggling her ass, she arose to toss the bathrobe onto the couch. Johnny watched the breasts jiggle as she approached. Brushing her inner elbow against the side of her right tit, Emma reached out to take her guest's hand. After waiting for him to step out of his pants, she turned around and led him past the couch. "Enough of this 'showing each other' shit!" Emma suggested as she and her bottomless guest walked through a fairly dark hall. "To my bedroom, sweetie!" <HR> The bedroom floor was bare, thin rectangles of wood forming it. On the ceiling was a pair of light bulbs. In one corner, beside a screened window, there was a forest green armchair. A king-sized bed stood on brown legs against a tan-colored wall. One wooden dresser was on either side of it. Sitting on the floor in front of the bed was a medium-sized black TV. Emma let go of Johnny's hand and watched him climb into bed with his balls dragging along the yellow sheet. Before he could rest his head on the white pillow, she was right beside him. Her left hand started at his shin. Slowly, it glided up to his knee, then his thigh, before ending up at his dick. The woman was amazed and delighted at the utter magnificence of the pubescent boy's full erection and its hardness. It was like hot, hard steel, yet fleshy. Her hand could barely fit around it. Fingers encircled, she went up to the head. The spongy tip was already leaking precum, which dripped onto her thumb. Bringing her hand to her mouth, Emma licked the liquid off. It tasted no different from that of a man. Wanting more, she got on her knees and hovered her face over the provider. Then she lowered her mouth over the helmet. Bracing herself, she gobbled down the dick until her lips were well past the head. Her lips were nearly stretched to their limits by the time she gathered half of it. Quickly, she bobbed her head up and down, inhaling eight inches at a time before letting it back out. Sometimes, she would go further down. Her tongue was on the floor of her mouth, making saliva trails on the underside of Johnny's cock. Sounds of her slurping filled the room, as well as her vocal squeaking. Johnny sighed in bliss with a smile. He looked down and met Emma's lustful eyes. There, he could see the desire to fuck him stupid in her. Gently, he clutched at her hair. Emma responded by going even faster. Her left hand went to his balls, and her right hand went to his belly. The left hand carefully grabbed at his sack, rolling the nuts around and massaging the hairless pouch. "Uugghh... ooohhh shit..." Johnny groaned after a while. The woman could feel the sperm filling the sack, ready for launch. She pulled herself off and settled for masturbation. With both hands, she rolled the skin of Johnny's meat up and down. "Cum for me, Johnny!" she begged, slapping herself with it. "Cum all over me, you horse-dicked bastard! Spray it all over my face!" A long string of semen squirted out of Johnny's pea-sized piss hole and hit the bridge of Emma's nose. From there, it splattered in all directions, landing in her dark bangs, dripping onto her pink bottom lip, and covering her glasses. It was about half the volume of a 25 cent fruit juice. Within the brief pause before the next wad, she directed the dick down to her mouth, filling it almost instantly. When she sealed her lips to gulp it down, her lips were showered by globs of salty, white goo. The sticky substance made it harder for her to open her mouth, but she did to capture most of the soon-to-come cum. Some of it ended up on her tits and neck. When it was over, Emma swallowed the all of sperm that seeped into her mouth and grinned at Johnny, not bothering to clean the rest of the semen off her face and hair. "Jesus! That was the biggest load of cum I ever saw, and I've seen thousands! Including all the times my ex-husband and his three friends came all over me!" Johnny just laid there with a smile. She took off her glasses. "I'm horribly near-sighted, but the glasses are smeared with cum. Shit!" She tossed them aside. "I don't need them for this, anyway!" Her eyes met the single eye of his dick, which was now standing at attention. "Well, look what we have here," she purred, running a finger up the underside. The woman then stood on the bed, hovering over her guest, Standing there, her cunt was just higher than Johnny's dick. "Oohh... yeah..." Johnny moaned when she rubbed her wet pussy along his precum-stained helmet. "Okay, you freak-dicked little bastard," Emma announced, "LET'S GET IT ON!" Gently, the woman bent her knees as if she were sitting down. Slowly, the thick head disappeared inside. She gasped as her labia began to stretch. Johnny gripped the sheets as he watched his dick sink into the depths of her cunt until she was nearly able to sit on his 6-year-old lap. When it was all in, Emma wasted no time in fucking him. "God, that dick feels so fucking big! So fucking huge for your age! Yeah, that's it! Fuck!" Johnny put his hands on her bouncing ass. His palms caressed her thick backside. He enjoyed feeling like he was steering her around by holding her. "Oh, yeah! Yes!" he said. "Yeah! Fuck it hard! Fuck me right in the baby hole and fill it up!" Johnny was fascinated with the cleavage that was in front of him. The shaking tits looked to be bigger than the D-cups he usually stared at. His hands slid up her hips, along her rib cage, and ended up on her tits. They were so smooth and full. "Do you like my boobies?! Hmmm?! You like watching my tits flop around like that?!" "Yeah," Johnny replied. "They're so big!" "Suck them!" She held her left tit. "Suck all the milk out 'Auntie' Emma's boobies, you horny fuck!" Johnny held the soccer-ball-sized breast with both hands and flopped it around. He enjoyed seeing the ripples in the skin as the round body part jiggled up and down. Emma fucked even harder, causing the lonely tit to shake violently. The 6-year-old latched onto the nipple of the one that he was holding and sucked it greedily. The woman tightly grabbed his head and made him sit up. Her hands crossed at the back of his skull. She gasped as he began to kiss the erect nipple and jiggle her full tit. "Yeah! Suck all that milk while I drain your fucking balls dry!" Johnny squeezed the tit with two hands and dug his fingertips into the flesh. He sucked it like mad, flicking his tongue over the nipple. Keeping his mouth there, he removed his hands. Then he slapped the other breast on either side with both of them and clawed at it. With a final suck, he bit down on the other nipple. "Oh, GOD! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM LIKE THAT! SUCK MY TITTIES WHILE I CUM!! FUCK IT! " She tore his head from her breasts, squeaking when his teeth tug on a nipple, and looked him straight in the eye. "CUM WITH ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! CUM WITH ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOWWWWWWWW!!!" Emma's cunt bit down on the base of Johnny's dick. She erupted with a shriek. Still, that didn't stop her from bouncing in his lap. Her tightly-sealed lips rapidly slid up to the halfway mark and down to his balls. It became easier and easier with all the lube that poured out of her. "Oooh! Ohhh... uhhhhhhhhhh...!!!" Johnny groaned. Johnny's cock was like a reverse waterfall. Spurt after spurt of his load fired up the woman's pussy. He grabbed the sheets and hissed with both feet in the air. Emma let out another round of shouts. She touched her belly as if feeling the boy's sperm being fired right there. Then she picked up his hands and planted them in that spot. "Feel that, you fucker! Feel your cock slime shooting up to my neck!!" The boy could feel the vibrations of his helmet as it appeared to spout cream right where the woman said it was. His hands stayed there until his climax was over. They then fell to his sides. Emma stood up, causing the dick to pop out of her. Sperm ran from her hole before she caught it in her hand and laid down beside Johnny. Not missing a beat, she sucked her fingers clean. Then she did the same with his dick and sack. Soon, Johnny was hard again. "Since you like my tits so much, you little fucker, why don't you tit-fuck me?" Without a word, Johnny climbed over Emma and sat on her stomach. He spread the tits and she set his dick in between them. Then she took his hands and helped him sandwich his cock. The breasts were incredibly soft. They felt almost as good as Emma's cunt. Johnny thrust into the crack of her tits. The tip of his cock bumped into her chin as she looked at him. Its underside brushed along her neck and navel. Using their four hands, Emma squeezed her tits, making a tighter passage. Her knees arose to act as a chair back for her guest. Then she moved his hands up to her areola. "Touch my nipples! See how hard you made them!" Johnny put each nipple between his thumb and middle finger. They were hard as bullets -- and almost as big. With his thumbs, he repeatedly scratched them. Emma gasped and grabbed her tits. She kneaded them as if they were dough. Smooth, white spheres of dough. Feeling Johnny's dick poking her face was driving the woman crazy. Before it could hit her again, she opened her mouth. It went right inside, so she sucked on it from then on. She didn't bother to move her head; it was already moving fast. She just laid there, a foot-long cock fucking her mouth, while said dick was ramming between her tits. "Can't hold it in!" Johnny whimpered. "Oh, Emma, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your face!" "Cum then," Emma demanded after spitting out the dick. "Cum in my mouth and on my tits!" She gave the head a kiss. As soon as her lips left the piss hole, a wad of sperm was fired onto her sealed lips. She opened her mouth just in time to catch the next blast. Then she spit it back where it came from, getting some on her own cleavage. "Ssssss!" Johnny hissed. Johnny leaned in so his chest touched hers. He squeezed her tits when the final two loads left him. Emma licked her lips and sucked the head of his dick, causing him to twitch. When she let it go, he climbed off of her. <HR> By 10:00AM, the sex was in full swing. The 40-year-old woman and 6-year-old boy rutting more like warthogs in heat than humans. They tried to slake their unquenchable lust with furious thrusting, using each other's bodies as fleshy, hot objects of self-centered animal pleasure. As the lazy day wore on, the fucking twosome used one position after another, seeking new thrills and sensations. Johnny and Emma fucked and sucked each other, using even more, untried positions, culminating in Johnny blowing several hot, copious loads in and on her. At 3:00, the pair took a break. They rested their heads on the pillows that were stacked against the headboard. Each had an arm under the other person's body. Emma's clean glasses were on. Johnny's limp, but large, dick laid in a curve. "Johnny, my dear," Emma began, "any moment now, my daughter, Amy, will be home from school. I want you to fuck her, okay?" "Sure, Ms. Boswell, no problemo. Is she cute?" "Yes, she is cute. Amy's twelve years old. Not much in the way of boobs, yet, but pretty. You'll like her." "Sounds good. Anything special in the way you want her fucked?" Emma's cunt throbbed at a sudden thought entered her mind. She scooted closer. "Well, let me tell you: Amy's a bit of a smart-ass, conceited little bitch. She thinks she knows everything their is to know about sex. She's fucked a few high school boys, also, a couple of her male teachers, and her best friend's father. That makes her think she's Happy Valley Middle School's sex queen. She's always saying she's a better fuck than me, her mother!" Emma gripped the A6-year-old's dick and felt a pulse. "I want you to show her what REAL man meat is. I want you to rape that little bitch 'til she screams for mercy." Johnny's dick throbbed at her language. "And, goddammit, don't show her any mercy, rip her cunt apart!" "Got it!" Johnny nodded. "I'll fuck the shit out of the little slut for you, Ms. Boswell. My dick's beginning to swell just thinking about it." Just then, a door slammed. "Mom!" a female voice rang out. "I'm home!" Quickly, Emma threw the blanket over herself and Johnny. Understanding what she was doing, the boy held his hard cock down as well as he could. "In here!" she yelled. Some footsteps, and a young girl appeared in the doorway. The girl's dark brown hair was held into a thick ponytail by a white ribbon. An outie bellybutton was exposed between a small, yellow shirt and tight, white capris. Black straps of a light blue bookbag were on her white sleeves. Her small, brown eyes curiously went to her very topless mother, then the boy laying beside her, who was sheeted from the navel down. "Whoa, Mom!" Amy giggled, entering the room and standing at the foot of the bed. "He's cute... but... isn't he a little young for you? He's more my age." "No, he's not too young," Emma smirked. Sitting up, she pulled the blanket off Johnny, revealing his fully erect foot-long. "Check this out!" "Oh, my God!" Amy gasped with a hand over her mouth. Emma removed the sheet from herself and sat on her heels. "Amy, this is Johnny. He's the son of a friend of mine. He's been fucking me all day with this monster schlong of his. Now he's gonna fuck YOU! So get undressed, young lady!" A surge of worry struck the 12-year-old. "But... Mom! I... I... think he's too big! He'll hurt me! Please, Momma, I promise I won't brag no more!" Emma put one foot on the floor, on the right side of the bed, and pointed at her daughter. "Now you're gonna get a REAL fucking, you snotty little bitch!" She hopped forward and gripped the girl's left wrist in one hand. The girl attempted to turn around, but Emma roughly brought her closer and stuck her free hand up the back hem of her shirt. "Quit your bitchin' and get naked!" Letting Amy's arm go, the woman grabbed the other end of the belly shirt and pulled it up. Amy fell back, into the soft breasts of her mother as her own shirt went over her raised arms and off. Amy's breasts really weren't much to look at. They were more like the size of knuckles than mountainous like, say, her mother's. After dropping her daughter's shirt, Emma -- positioned in front of the girl so she couldn't run away -- crouched down to attack her pants. Amy turned her head and inhaled when she saw Johnny eying her down while she was being stripped by her mother. "Momma, please don't! Don't make him fuck me!" Emma ignored her daughter's pleading and dragged the pants down her legs, not surprised that there was no underwear to be removed. Then she stood and shoved her onto the bed with her capris around her ankles. Amy landed on her butt with her legs in the air. With a yelp, she fell on her back when her mother grabbed her pants and slid them off her kicking ankles. "Come here, Johnny!" Emma said, dropping her daughter's capris on the floor. Johnny hopped out of bed and stood beside the woman. "Mom! Please, no, no, Mom! He'll rip me open!" She diverted her eyes to Johnny's hard dick, which slanted upwards. "He's too big... oh, my God, no! No!" "You'll thank me for this later," Emma predicted. "Brace yourself, sweetheart!" She looked at Johnny. "Get on her, you horny son of a bitch! Rape the shit out of the little snot. Fuck her 'til she screams for mercy! And don't stop! Show Little Miss Middle School Sex Queen what damage REAL man meat can do to a little girl's pussy!" Turned on even more by the mother's dirty talk, Johnny grabbed his thick erection in both hands. When he did, a drop of precum squirted out. The clear fluid was the volume of juice from a couple of simultaneously-crushed grapes. "Yes, Ma'am," grinned Johnny. Amy shuddered at the precum that landed on the yellow bed sheet, not wanting know know how much would pour out if he came in her. When she looked up, the first thing she saw was a heavy breast jiggling not a foot in front of her. Her wrists were grabbed and her arms were carried backwards until she fell on her back. Rolling her eyes upward, she saw her smiling mother's hands holding her wrists. Realizing what Emma was doing, she bent her knees and planted her feet in front of her exposed holes. Now standing at the edge of the bed, Johnny grabbed the 12-year-old's ankles and pulled them toward him. The legs remained tightly sealed. Digging his fingers into the little space between them, Johnny attempted to pry them open. "No! Stop it, please!" Amy commanded. Johnny leaned forward and tried to spread her legs that way. Still, he could not open the girl's legs. Emma was not having that. Her cunt was roasting at the thought of her daughter being fucked by the boy half her age that had a cock twice the size of her own father's. The woman got into bed, just beside Amy's head. Scooting over so she was above Amy, she raised her left knee. Quickly, she released the panicking child's right wrist and pinned it down with the knee. It worked, so she did the same. Amy, who kept her legs closed, tried to no avail to yank and twist her arms out from beneath her mother. She could barely move them. Without warning, Emma swiftly reached down and attacked her daughter's underarms with her fingers. Amy's fearful protests turned to occasional giggles, but she knew she had to contain herself. She attempted to block her armpits with her elbows, but her hands were trapped by her mother's knees. Her torso and arms moved about, and her legs weren't too far behind. "Get her, Johnny!" Emma cheered. Half of Johnny's right hand slipped into the space that briefly emerged between the older girl's legs. Getting the idea from Emma, he squeezed Amy's left kneecap. The limb jolted away from the other, and Johnny managed to hold it open long enough to get in the middle. Finally, Johnny found himself right in front of the cunt that was twice his age. Carrying his dick in both hands, he aimed for it. "All right, you little whore!" Emma stated. "Now you're gonna get some real dick shoved up that fucking cunt of yours! Enjoy, bitch!" Johnny pressed the tip of his cock into the opening of Amy's hairless cunt. He could feel the heat radiating to his piss slit. His precum blended in with her juices. With both thumbs, he opened her puffy labia and gently moved his pelvis so he could rub her inner pink with his cock. "Oh, God, Mama! Stop him! It ain't gonna fit! OH, SHIT!" "Ram it in there, Johnny!" "No! Stop it! You're too big!" But Johnny did not stop. Instead, he ruthlessly rammed a quarter of his 12-inch long, 2-inch wide cock into 12-year-old Amy's cunt. Amy rolled her head to the side and let out a bone-chilling scream when she felt the sharp pain. Palms flat on the bed by her hips, Johnny walked closer while sliding three more inches up the girl's slot. He savored the delicious, tight heat of her love channel. Licking his lips, he moved in to the point where his hands could reach the sides of her waist. "AUGH!" "Yeah, baby, ram it!" Emma encouraged. Her cunt was dripping by now. The lust-crazed woman was still on the bed, but now was holding her daughters arms. She was aching to finger herself. "What's the matter, Miss Sex Queen? Don't like dick anymore? You must if you fucked a whole basketball team last night!" Johnny pushed himself balls-deep in Amy. His sack repeatedly tapped her ass as he climbed into bed. Fists on either side of the girl's puffy chest, he got on top of her. "AAAHHH!!" Tears ran from her squinted eyes and down her cheeks as Johnny bounced on her. She wailed pitifully while kicking her legs. Johnny just shoved harder, ignoring the screams and pleas. After a while, Amy's screams quieted down into sobs. Whenever he went in too deep, she would let out a long whine. Emma closed her legs in an attempt to relieve herself. Her thighs pressed together and she moved her pelvis back and forth to rub her cunt. It barely worked, but it was a start. Finally, Amy surrendered completely to the rhythmic in-and-out pistoning of sex, emptying herself of all thought. She bent her knees and pressed them into his sides. When Emma let her go, she wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck. A smile formed on her face as she lost herself in wave after wave of sexual pleasure. Her moans became more rampant. "Oh, oh, oh... fuck me... fuck my pussy!" Of course, Johnny continued to do as he was told. This only served to add fuel to the fire in Emma's pussy. She bent down to her daughter's ear and whispered obscenities at the 12-year-old. "See, Amy? Doesn't it feel good to have a real dick in your overused cunt? I knew you'd like it, you little tramp. Just think, he could come over anytime we want. He can fuck you silly anytime he wants. You'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch? It's a lot bigger than all those teenaged jocks, ain't that right, you whore?" "Oh, yes!" Amy said. "It's so BIG! So big and deep in my pussy!" "You want him to stop?" "No! Don't stop fucking me! Do it to me more! Fuck it harder! HARDER!" "You heard the bitch! Fuck the living shit out of her pussy!" Dutifully, Johnny began to fuck her so hard that the bed would hit the wall. "Oh, yes! YES! You little piece of shit! Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" Amy exclaimed. Wrists crossed over the boy's neck, she brought him closer and wrapped her legs around him. She rolled her head back and gasped. Johnny stopped moving and allowed her to shudder beneath him. Amy's chest heaved and her fingers extended on his back. She picked her head up and dug her chin into his shoulder. When Amy finished cumming, Johnny went right back to fucking her. Emma was lying on the sheets, roughly fingering herself with both hands. Her legs were spread wide open and both index fingers went in and out. "Oh... I'm about to cum! I'm... cumming!" Johnny said. "Do it, Johnny!" Emma said as she sat up, but never stopped masturbating. "Cum right up my slutty daughter's fuck box!" "Yeah! Cum deep in me!" "Uhh... uhhh... fuck...!" "Cum in me! Cum for my cunt!" Johnny stiffened with his pulsing dick halfway inside of the older girl. Cum splattered all over her cervix and painted her walls. He pushed his cock all the way in. When he did, some cum splashed right back out and stained the bed. When the boy was fully drained, he pulled out. Strings of sperm clung from his helmet to her gaping hole. He laid down beside her to rest. The girl's cunt was wide open. So much that a man's fist would probably fit inside with no problem. One would expect the 12-year-old to be in a great deal of pain. But this girl only felt lust, and was ready for more. Amy felt some disappointment when the younger child was out of her. The 6th grader had come to love the 6-year-old's freakishly huge cock. Looking beside her, she noticed that Johnny's flaccid dick was still covered in their combined cum. As if she were in a trance, Amy moved closer. The girl had an unwritten rule to clean the cocks that she used. Just because she wasn't with a schoolmate did not make this time any different. She licked the center and rolled her tongue back into her mouth. It was a lot stronger than what she was used to, but that was fine. The girl pursed her lips on the base of the dick and sucked off some sperm as if it were soup. Then she stuck her tongue out and shook her head back and forth, licking from top to bottom. When Johnny's dick was again slanting to the sky, Amy was ready to fuck. She got on her hands and knees and looked down at him. Johnny got on his knees and scooted behind her. "Fuck me in the ass this time," Amy requested. "Shove it right up my asshole now." Grasping his dick in both hands, Johnny aimed for the girl's back door. The saliva from Amy's blowjob kept it well-lubricated He pushed forward, managing to move past her anal ring and get half of it inside. Amy set the palms of her hands down and clawed the yellow sheets as she felt a sharp pain in her anus. "Mmmm..." Johnny moaned as he filled the hole that was even tighter than the first. Grabbing the older girl's shoulders, he began the deed. The pain in her backside left as quick as it came. Amy banged back into him, yelling out her pleasure as if she wasn't begging him to get off just a few moments ago. "Oh, fuck, that's it! Fuck me just like you did with my pussy! Fuck my ass good and hard!" Emma had gotten a second wind, herself. Sitting on her heels, she fingered herself furiously as she watched her daughter and her friend's son wantonly fucking in front of her again. Johnny hammered away, still holding the 6th grader's shoulders. She rode him for all she was worth, noting that it wasn't as good as being cunt fucked, but it was still better than anything she had in her ass before. "OH! FUCK ME! Pound the shit out of that ass! God, I love it when your balls hit my clit!" Amy reached down and grasped Johnny's swinging balls. They couldn't fit in her hand, so she scooped the back and held them to her clit. As she slammed her ass into the boy's waist, she rubbed the full sack against herself. "Uhhhh! Oooh! Ohhh!" Putting the side of her head on the pillow, she brought her right hand into play, using two hands to fuck her clit with Johnny's sack. "Awww, FUCK! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum all over your fat fucking nuts!" At that second, Amy's pussy gushed her scented juices. She never let go of Johnny's nuts. All through the orgasm, she would slap her clit with it. She wailed into the pillow, feeling orgasm after orgasm. Johnny came during Amy's fifth climax. He had bumped his pelvis into her ass a final time before releasing a gusher of hot sperm. Amy threw her head back and screamed. After a moment of breathing down the girl's back, he pulled out. "Uhhh..." Amy sighed as her ass was cock-free again. The girl's asshole was hanging open just as badly as her cunt was earlier. And it was about as leaky. Now her pussy was almost back to its regular size. Johnny knee-skated beside her and laid down just after she did, but on his back. Turning his head to look at the clock that hung on the right wall, he saw that it was nearly 6:00. "I have to go home now," he announced to the oversexed females in bed with him. Amy opened her eyes and looked at him. "Wait," Emma said, pulling her moist fingers out of her hole for the first time since Amy came, "I still haven't cum. Fuck me just once more before you go." Gently, she gripped his dick, just in time to feel it pulse. "Please?" "Okay. One more time, 'cause this is starting to hurt." Emma half-smiled and jerked the boy's dick. Amy soon joined in, and easily followed the same pattern as her mother. Johnny smiled at the ceiling. He enjoyed having his 10-inch, limp dick played with by the mother and daughter. Both of whom he had fucked and came into all day. When the erection was at its full twelve inches, Emma removed her hand. Amy kept hers there, but stopped moving it. Emma lifted her right leg and put it on the boy's right. Her cunt was directly above his dick. Amy's fist went down to the center of Johnny's dick. She held it steady while her mother sunk down on it, moving it progressively lower as it went deeper. The girl then moved her hand and sat up. "Fuck, I can't believe how hard you are!" "Fuck him, Mom!" Amy said. "Fuck him like I just did! Fuck that big dick!" Johnny pumped his dick hard into the adult with great strength. Enough of which to make the bed springs squeak. "What does it look like I'm doing, you bitch?" She put both hands on his shoulders. "Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me in the ass!" Emma's hand went to her clit and rolled it around. Even after all the orgasms of the day, she already felt another one rising. "Cum, Mom! Cum all over his nuts!" "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! FUCK!" Emma nswore as her orgasm died down. A Her thick ass bounced loudly and fiercely on his lap. Both of her arms were raised at the sides of her head. Only her waist and the tool buried deep in her ass were controlling her movements. Johnny's head went between her breasts. Both of his hands ended up on them. From time to time, he would pinch and pull the nipples. Oftentimes, he would lick and bite the sides. Emma had her eyes closed and her knees were up. She put both hands on Johnny's back and scratched at it. "You cum in me, horse boy!" she exclaimed. "Keep fucking me! Give it all to your 'auntie!'" He mumbled something and laid back on the bed. "Cum in my mother, Johnny! Shoot it right up her ass!" Shoving his 12-inch long dick balls-deep into Emma's ass, he dumped hot ropes of cum into the slut's bowels. "Oooh! OH, FUCK! LET IT ALL OUT!!" Emma's toes curled as she felt another load of cum erupt up her ass. "God, that was soo good," Emma panted when it was over. This time, Johnny knew it was the end of their sex games for the moment. The trio dressed themselves and the small family led him to the door. The females said their goodbyes to Johnny, and he walked home, his balls aching from utter depletion of semen.

Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if adults having sex with minors offends you, please leave now. Summary: A boy, born with an oversized penis, meets two classmates with a similar "problem". (b+/F, bukkake, incest, penis growth, pedo, rape) Today started off as a normal day of school for Johnny; the students were chattering away, the sun was shining through the otherwise dark classroom, and kids were eager to leave school and go home. The large room of his class had white walls and a blue tiled floor; the open, brown door with a window in it was to the left of the chalkboard, which was in the middle of the room. Johnny is a six year old boy with black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with jeans and white sneakers with blue stripes today. Johnny was born with CAH (Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia), which caused his cock and balls to grow to an enormous size (not that it was a problem for his mother or any other female he knew). It was 5th period (math class) and the teacher, Ms. Henderson was escorting two boys into the room. Ms. Henderson is a tall, B-cup brunette. Her black hair is wrapped into a bun with a green ribbon. She was wearing a green dress with the skirt going down to her knees. Her hands were on the boys' shoulders and they stood on either side of her, in front of the room. "Class", said Ms. Henderson, "We have two new students here with us. This is Christopher Dickman and this is Tommy Dickman." They waved at their new classmates, who greeted and waved back at them. The Dickman brothers were completely identical, from their faces to their clothes. They had brown eyes and short, black hair. They were wearing white T-shirts with jeans and red and white sneakers. As they were gazing up at Ms. Henderson's cleavage, their poles began to stiffen and throb in their pants legs; they had the same condition as Johnny. Johnny looked around and saw most of the girls staring at the bulges in their pants. "Wow", whispered one girl to another, "look at those!" "Mmm, those boys look cute and their things are huge!", giggled her friend. "Theirs are bigger than my daddy's!", said another girl in a hushed tone. Johnny was beginning to get jealous of the attention the boys were already getting. He was supposed to be the one with all the girls in the school. Then he realized that a lot could happen if they were to become friends. They could have much more fun if they all "shared" the girls and women that wanted them. "Alright, boys, take a seat", Ms. Henderson told them. The desks were arranged in perfect 4x5 rows, but there weren't many empty seats. As the twins were walking around and looking for chairs, girls were staring up at them and smiling. Tommy found a seat in between two boys in the center of the back of the room; Christopher found a seat next to the wall on the right side of the room. Like most students, they would rather stare into blank space or out the window throughout the whole period than pay attention to the teacher's lessons. "All right, class", said Ms. Henderson. "It's time for roll call. Steven Adams?" "Here", said Steven. "Billy Ashton?" "Here", said Billy. The girl who was sitting on Christopher's left looked like she was going to faint. She couldn't stop herself from staring and nearly drooling at the outline of his hidden meat. A friend was chuckling at her facial expression. The girl was wearing a pink blouse with a denim skirt and pink sneakers. She had green eyes and long, black hair. Her hair was in pigtails with pink bows in them. "Bessie Fletcher? Bessie Fletcher?" She looked up at the girl next to Christopher. "Bessie?" The girl, who literally had her face perfectly still with her eyes and mouth wide open, looking at Christopher, snapped out of her trance. "Yes, miss?", she gasped. "Bessie, do you want to go to the nurse?" Some students looked at Bessie and laughed. "No, thank you. I'm fine." "Okay." The teacher continued with the roll call. Christopher glanced over to his brother, who was surrounded by boys, and mocked him by repeatedly raising his eyebrows and flashing cheesy smiles. Tommy shrugged his shoulders and looked at the front of the room. The teacher was writing a math problem (51 + 45) on the board with a piece of yellow chalk. She dropped the chalk and bent over to pick it up. When she bent over, she unwittingly let the class see a glimpse of her milky white (and milk-filled) tits, which nearly hung out of her dress. Of course, Tommy and Christopher had the urge to fuck... or at least masturbate. They anxiously looked at the clock that was above the chalkboard. It was 11:47, which meant 13 more minutes until lunch. Until then, they had to stay in class and act natural. They uneasily sat through Ms. Henderson's ramblings for the rest of the period. At 12:00, the bell rang. The boys speedily walked out of the room and into the hallway together. The hallway walls were white and had student drawings all over on them. The floor was made of blue and white checked tiles. The classroom doors looked just like theirs and had the number next to the doorknob. "There it is", said Tommy." The boys bathroom was five doors down, straight ahead. The twins nearly ran down the long hall. Johnny, who was watching them since they walked past his desk, slowly followed them. When they got into the vacant, blue bathroom, they immediately stripped and stepped into a black stall. "Damn!", panted Tommy, fiercely beating his meat with both hands, "did you see the size of those tits?" "Of course I saw, dummy!", Christopher replied, also jacking off. "I was standing right next to the both of you." "I'd like to put my dick in between them and make a sandwich." "Yeah. I'd suck all the milk out of those." Just then, they heard the door swing open. Johnny walked into the bathroom and looked under the stall doors. "Christopher, Tommy", he said, "is that you?" "Who's there?", asked Tommy. "It's Johnny." "Johnny? The boy from math class?" "Yeah. I need to talk to you guys." "Can it wait", asked Christopher, impatiently. "No. Guys, I know about the size of your cocks. I have that same thing you have." With that, he took his sneakers off and pulled his jeans and white briefs down. Next, he stepped out of them and pulled his shirt over his head and off. He was now completely naked and standing in front of the stalls. Tommy and Christopher opened their doors and stood before Johnny. None of them were gay, but they were thrilled to see that their dicks were not only the same size, but were about half as big as their bodies. "Our parents told us that we have something called CAH", explained Christopher. "I forgot what that means, but we were born with it and it makes our dicks grow." Johnny's stomach started growling loudly. "Come on", he said, putting his shirt on. "Let's go to lunch right now." "Okay", replied both of the brothers. They all got dressed and walked to the cafeteria to eat. The three boys sat at a round table with four chairs. For lunch, they had fried chicken, fries, and milk. "Is it true that twins can read each other's minds?", asked Johnny before talking a bite out of his chicken. "Sometimes", they replied at the same time. Then they both ate three fries and sipped their milk. "After school, do you guys want to hang out?" "Okay." "But we have to see our mom at home, later", added Christopher. Johnny wondered about that statement. A few hours later, school was over and it was time to go home. Johnny waited for his new friends outside, by the steps of the yellow school building. The name of the school, Southwood Elementary, was above the gray doors in white letters. Hundreds of students flooded out of the school when they heard that bell. Christopher and Tommy walked out of the school exit and approached Johnny. "I know a spot we could go to where nobody can see us", he told them. "Lead the way", the twins both said at once. "Do you guys have to do that?" "Do what?" "Talk at the same time." "Sorry", they both grinned. "Let's go", Johnny sighed. He led them through the grassy yard and around the building. They reached a secluded area behind the building. They were surrounded by grass and nothing else except a few trees in the background. Johnny sat down Indian-style against the wall and the twins sat on either side of him, facing each other. "Did you guys ever fuck your mom?", asked Johnny. "Yeah", Christopher responded. "We fuck her every day. "Five times a day, at least", Tommy added. "Same here." He whipped his dick out to stroke it. Christopher and Tommy did the same. "We fuck her at the same time. Usually, I get her pussy and Christopher gets her ass. After a while, we switch positions. This morning, she woke us up and let us fuck her before we left." "We also fucked our aunts, our older sister, our three cousins, and some schoolgirls and teachers.", said Tommy. "Wow. I never did any of that yet, except some schoolgirls and teachers", Johnny told them. "You've got a lot catching up to do, then", remarked Christopher. "We even got some girls at our old school pregnant", said Tommy. "Four girls", added Christopher. "Yeah, I got some girls and teachers pregnant, too", Johnny said. "I fucked almost every teacher in this school. There's this new teacher that I never fucked before, but I want to." "Is she hot?", Tommy and Christopher asked together. "Yup. Her name is Mrs. Emerson. I wanted to fuck her ever since the day I first saw her. I mean, her tits are like this!" He stretched his arms out in front of him to illustrate her breast size. As his new friends listened to his description, they stroked their cocks faster. "She's pretty but she acts kinda shy. She quieter than a lot of teachers I have." "Good", stated Christopher. "I hate when teachers talk too much." "Yeah", agreed Tommy. They all shook hands to that. "Well, we got to go home, now", announced Christopher, putting his dick back into his pants. "Our mom might be feeling lonely with our needle-dicked dad.", added Tommy, standing and zipping his pants up. Obviously, they just wanted to take their lust out on their mom instead of wasting it on their hands. "Alright", said Johnny, "see you guys tomorrow." They walked together through the yard and back to the front of the school. They said goodbye one more time and walked opposite directions; Johnny walked to the right of the school and the Dickman brothers walked to the left. Just then, Johnny had an idea. He ran to the brothers and they turned around to look at him. "I just thought of a good idea", he panted. "What", the brothers said in unison. "You know that teacher I told you about?" "Yeah." "She's staying after school tomorrow." "So?" "I was thinking that we could stay after school tomorrow and 'play' with her." "Huh?", asked Christopher. "Listen, we could tell our parents that we're staying after school to work on a project. After that, we'll find her and gangbang her." "Good idea", the twins replied in unison. Johnny turned around and they all continued to walk home. "That kid is really smart", commented Tommy. "Yeah", agreed Christopher. "Our first day of school and we're already about to have our first foursome, and with a teacher." The boys walked and talked for the next five minutes before they reached their house. The brick house is two stories high with a gray roof and a satellite dish on top. The lawn was separated by a path leading from the steps to the sidewalk. Christopher and Tommy walked through the yard and up the steps. The opened the white door and walked into the living room. The living room had white walls and the floor was covered by a green carpet. The TV was against the wall in the middle of the room and two black sofas were on either side of it, facing each other. A black armchair was in front of the TV, against the opposite wall. Their mother walked down the carpet-covered stairs and hugged the boys. Laura was a tall blonde with C cup breasts and short, curly hair. She was wearing a lacy, red bra with lacy, red panties. "Are you boys hungry?", she asked them. "No", they said at the same time. "Thirsty?" "No." "Horny?" "Yeah!" "Me, too." She walked to the couch, wiggling her hips for her sons. Christopher reached over and slapped her butt. Laura turned around and giggled. "It was him", they laughed at the same time, pointing at each other. Laura just sat down and wiggled her index finger, motioning for them to join her. They took off their shirts, jeans, and sneakers and walked over to her. She reached out and fondled their giant genitalia through their white briefs. Tommy and Christopher moaned as Laura put her hands in their underwear to get a better feel. "Ooh", she cooed, "you boys are getting so hard." Next, she pulled the briefs down to their feet, causing their dicks to spring out and bob up and down. Then, she took one in each hand and lightly masturbated them. Her lips wrapped around Tommy's cock as she continued to masturbate both of them. She pulled harder on their dicks and bobbed her head faster on Tommy, making loud sucking sounds. "Suck me, too, mom", commanded Christopher. The horny woman obeyed and put Christopher in her mouth. She switched every few seconds while firmly masturbating them. After a few minutes, she looked up at them. "Tommy, you take my panties. Christopher, you take my bra." She let their dicks go and sat up. Christopher hopped on the couch and reached around her, while Tommy put his fingers inside her panties. Tommy pulled her panties down to her ankles and she lifted her legs so he could take them off. Laura's moist cunt was completely shaven. She liked to keep it nice and trimmed for its guests. Christopher had just took Laura bra off and was now sucking her heavy tits. She grabbed his dick and put it back in her mouth. Tommy pried her pussy open with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other. Tommy's dick slid inside her cunt easily, thanks to her juices and the fact that it was so well-used. She lifted her legs up high and he leaned in and kissed her left nipple. He leaned in again and began sucking on it. As Christopher was getting blown, he leaned over and put her right nipple in his mouth. Laura's fist and lips were still clamped onto his dick. "Yeah, that's it Tom... shove that fucking pole deeper!" Tommy placed his hands around her waist and kept licking her tit. His tongue twirled all around her nipple. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to bang her harder. Naturally, he did and she ran her fingers through his hair. "I want to fuck your ass, mommy", said Christopher. Laura unwrapped her legs from Tommy and he reluctantly pulled out. She stood up and Tommy sat down in her spot. Then she got on the couch, above his lap with a knee on either side of him. Next, she put her hands on the back of the couch and slowly lowered herself onto his dick. His dick slid into her soppy pussy with a slurp, which made them yelp. Their stomachs touched and her tits hovered over his head. When she was in a comfortable position, she signaled for Christopher to take her ass. Christopher speedily put his hands on her hips and shoved his dick inside. Laura squealed as she felt her two sons skewer her lower body. "Yeah! That's it, boys! Fuck your mommy! Fuck, I love it when you fuck me like this!" She began to bounce faster, much to their delight. "We love fucking you like this, mom!" exclaimed Christopher. "Ain't that right, Tom? "Oh, yeah!", Tommy told them. He tilted his head up and opened his mouth. Her long and hard nipples were close to his mouth, so he leaned up and sealed his lips on her left nipple. He sucked madly on it and she moaned out loud. "That's right, boys", she hissed. "fuck me harder! Harder!" Her hands tightened on the couch and her knuckles turned white. She came and her juices streamed on her son's cock and balls. Laura held her head back and bit her lip as their dicks sloshed in and out of her. Christopher had his hands on her waist and was viciously pounding her ass like a drum. Meanwhile, Tommy was sucking on both of her tits while she sprang up and down his hard pole. Suddenly, the boys started pumping even harder than before. "I'm gonna cum!", panted Christopher. "I'm gonna fire my load up your ass!" "M-me too, mommy! I-it's cumming!" "Cum for me, boys! Give mommy that spunk!" Almost as if they were in the same body, sperm from both brothers shot out at the same time. Laura squeezed the back of the couch and screamed as she felt that hot incestuous liquid enter her sweaty body. Her boys moaned and held on to her tightly, trying to squirt their cum as far as possible. She could feel it splashing inside her stomach and pooling deep inside of her. When Tommy and Christopher stopped cumming, all three of them remained in their position. Their dicks began to soften and eventually slipped out of their mother. Since the cocks were acting as clogs for her holes, cum leaked out onto the couch and the floor. They all laid together on the couch trying to catch their breath. Shortly afterwards, Tommy remembered Johnny's plan for tomorrow. "Mom", he said, "tomorrow, me and Christopher have to stay after school to do a science project with a kid in our class." "Oh, that's fine with me", said Laura. She stood up to let Tommy out from underneath her and sat back down. She stayed in that spot and the twins got dressed. They walked upstairs to their room, which the first door they saw. They opened the white door and sat on Christopher's bed. Their room is covered in the same carpet from downstairs and has the same colored walls. The red bunk bed is against the wall and has white Fairly Oddparents sheets with Cosmo and Wanda in four different poses. The black Zenith TV is right next to the door and it sits on a small, wooden shelf. The closet is on the other side of the door and hangs their clothes separately. The window, which is beside the TV, faces the front yard. "I feel bad for lying to mom like that", Tommy admitted. "What for?", Christopher asked. "We didn't hurt anybody and we really are doing something- well, someone- after school tomorrow with Johnny." "Yeah." Christopher turned on the TV and they watched Drake and Josh. The rest of the day went by like any other. It was 6:30 in the morning the next day. Johnny's mother, Sadie, had just woke up after one of her usual dreams of Johnny. Sadie is has long, black hair with brown eyes. Her husband, Jim, was sleeping on the left side of the bed with the covers up to his shoulders. Jim is a tall, thin man with black hair. The walls in their room are yellow and the floor is made of polished wood with no carpet. Her bed is in the middle of the room, against the wall and it faces the TV. The bed had white sheets and white pillows and was covered by a yellow blanket. Sadie crawled out from under the blanket and walked out of the room wearing a purple bra and pair of panties. She opened Johnny's door to find him still sleeping on his right side with the covers up to his underarm. Johnny's room has light blue walls with a wooden floor. His bed is in the center of the room and has white sheets with a white Sesame Street blanket, featuring the characters standing beside numbers 1 to 10. The TV is in front of the bed and it sits on a gray shelf in front of two windows. The closet was to the right of the bed with the door closed. Sadie walked over to Johnny and gently shook him. "Johnny", she said, "wake up big boy. Time for a shower." He slowly opened his eyes and woke up. She turned around and bent over. He got out of bed in his underwear and climbed onto her back, his stiff dick rubbing against her. She carried him to the bathroom and shut the door. The tiled walls were yellow and the tiled floor was white. The sink was white with a silver faucet. The toilet and the rectangular bathtub were white and the shower faucet was silver. Sadie stepped into the tub and let Johnny down. Sadie wanted to fuck before they washed up. Of course, Johnny was more than happy to. She knelt down and he stood behind her and took her bra off. Her firm tits were a C cup and her nipples were pinkish. Then, she stood up and pulled her panties off, exposing her shaved pussy. Next, she pulled his underwear off and threw all the clothes out of the tub. She got into the doggystyle position and turned her head to wink at him. Johnny grinned and put his left hand on her hip. He used his right hand to aim his meat and rammed it into the depths of his mother's ass as she screamed out loud. He then put his hands on her hips and thrust it in and out. "Aaah!! Oh, fuck... that's right!! Oh, fuck it! Fuck me!!! Slam that meat in me!!" Her hands went onto the wall in front of her so she could push herself back against Johnny's thrusts. The sounds of his pelvis slapping her ass filled the bathroom. Her tits violently shook back and forth, slapping her chin and belly loudly. He tried to reach them so he could play with them, but he couldn't. Instead, he shoved his index and middle fingers in her warm pussy. "Oh, Johnny, ooooh!! You make mommy feel so gooood!!!! Push those fingers deeper, honey!!! Ooh!! Deeper!!" Johnny's fingers slipped in and out of her cunt, getting wetter every time they went in. He would slide them in up to his knuckles and bring them back out. Her cunt was slippery and the juices dripped onto the floor. "Cram those fucking fingers!! Pound my ass, Johnny!! Oh, God, mommy's gonna cum!!! You're gonna make mommy cum all over your fingers!!" Johnny responded by fucking her ass and pussy even harder. Her pussy then tightened on his fingers, trapping them inside. "Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!" Sadie came at this moment and her juice splashed on Johnny's fingers and on the floor. Her orgasm was starting to trigger Johnny orgasm. "Uh... uuhhh...aahh... I'm gonna cum, mommy!!" "That's right, baby! You fill mommy up with cum!!! Cum for me, big boy!! Cream up my ass!! Oh, fuck yeah!!!!" Five hard pushes later, Johnny's load was shot inside her. It felt like an elephant sucked up a quart of water with it's trunk, shoved it up her ass, and shot it inside of her. It filled her up and some cum spilled onto the bathtub floor. When he stopped cumming, she stayed in that position for a while. He pulled out of her and sat down with his back against the wall of the tub. "We'd better shower now", she said, exhaustedly getting up. They showered together and got dressed. She wore a white blouse with jeans and white sandals. He put on a green shirt with denim shorts and white sneakers. They ate breakfast (pancakes, eggs, and bacon) and she drove him to school. "Have a nice day at school, Johnny." He got out of the car and waved at her, grinning about how nice his day will really be. As he was walking through the hallway, he spotted the twins. They were wearing red shirts with black shorts and black sneakers. They winked at Johnny as they passed by. When school was over, Johnny waited in the halls for the boys. He was already horny in anticipation. When they came, he led them through the halls and to the area where he knew Mrs. Emerson would be. They stopped at a corner and peeked around it. Their prey was walking around, wiggling her hips back and forth and making her oversized tits wobble. Mrs. Emerson had short, brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes were covered by glasses. Her enormous tits looked like they were at least an FF cup. She was wearing a purple dress with a black belt and purple high heels. She was humming to herself when three heads suddenly poked out of the corner behind her. "Alright, here's the plan", whispered Johnny, turning to his friends. "We quietly walk up to her, then we grab her and knock her down, then we strip her and fuck her." The twins nodded and they took their clothes off. They all jerked off silently and when they were ready, they started to follow her. They slowly crept up behind her, smiling and raising their hands higher the closer they got. Before she could turn around, the three boys jumped up and tackled a screaming Mrs. Emerson. She fell down and landed hard on her tits, which mashed on the tiled floor and cushioned her fall. Her glasses fell off and slid across the hallway. Before she could reach out to the glasses, the naked boys turned her over and smiled mischievously. She whimpered in terror at the size of their cocks. "Relax, Mrs. Emerson", said Johnny stroking his cock. "We just want to give you a best teacher award." Tommy and Christopher, who were also masturbating, nodded together in agreement. She already knew about Johnny's size, but two more of them was like something out of a dream. Suddenly, they all spread out to a different position of her body. Christopher and Tommy sat on her knees and both put a hand up her skirt. Their fingers went inside her panties and in and out of her cunt as she writhed her head wildly. She moaned loudly and desperately tried to close her legs, but the twins were too heavy and weren't about to get off of her. Johnny was behind her and he grabbed the bottom of her shirt. He then pulled the shirt over her head and tore her white bra off; her nipples were twice the size of pepperoni. Next, Johnny grabbed both of her arms and forced her down so she was laying on her back. Christopher and Tommy stopped fingering her and grabbed her skirt. Mrs. Emerson rapidly attempted to kick them off and begged for them to stop, but they ignored her and kept pulling the skirt down. She kicked her feet so hard that her purple heels flew off and hit the wall. Finally, the Dickmans yanked the skirt off of her and tossed it aside. She was now naked except for her white panties. "Please, stop this.", she cried. Johnny bent down and looked at her upside down. "What's the matter, Mrs. Emerson?", he teased in a sing-song voice. "Don't you want to play with the boys?" She looked up at him while he was still pinning her arms down. Christopher then laid down on top of her and gave her a long kiss on the lips. His tongue flickered her tongue and he licked all over the inside of her mouth; meanwhile, Tommy was holding both of her kicking legs down. After about eight seconds, he broke the kiss and she gasped for air, her eyes wide open in shock. Next, he buried his face in her tits, with his dick rubbing against her panty-covered pussy. He grinded his hard pole against the woman's cunt while sucking her huge, brown nipples. She moaned and fiercely twisted her arms and legs out of Johnny's and Tommy's grips. They decided to let her go just to see what would happen next. She then put both hands on Christopher's shoulders and pushed him off, knocking him onto the floor, landing on his back. Now free, or so she thought, she quickly crawled around a corner on her hands and knees. Johnny and Tommy ran after her and each grabbed an ankle and pulled, which made her fall chest first onto the floor. They then stood in front of her, grabbed her hands, and forced her to masturbate them, just as Christopher ran around the corner. He gave Mrs. Emerson's ass a hard slap, making it jiggle, before his hands went into her waistband and roughly began to tug her panties off. "No! Please don't!", she protested. She spread her legs to try to prevent him from taking them off, but it only made him want her more. The young teacher felt her panties get yanked down to her knees, followed by three more slaps to her ass. She turned around to sit up and grabbed her panties. Christopher and her had a tug-o-war with the panties but she lost her grip when Tommy and Johnny repeated slapped her with their dicks. She squirmed and yelled as they hit her. They whacked her all over her face and head until she laid her upper body down. Christopher grabbed the underwear from her and pulled it completely off. He stood in front of her and tauntingly held them in her face. The scared teacher reached for them but he then threw it a few yards away. Tommy and Johnny let her pick herself up and she ran to the panties. When she bent over to pick them up, Tommy's hand went between her legs and pinched her clit. Her legs shivered and Christopher got in front of her. His hands went to either side of her tits and slapped them back and forth. Those tits swung hard from side to side like a couple of church bells. Tommy then tripped her and she fell on her back. Johnny, Christopher, and Tommy all stared hungrily at the nude, fresh meat that was cowering in front of them. They stood before her- Johnny in the middle and the twins at her sides- surrounding her. She stared into Johnny's lustful eyes as Tommy slowly aimed his dick and rubbed the head up and down her left ear. She flinched and screamed in disgust as the boys laughed at the her. Johnny carelessly put a hand on her left tit and laughed when she slapped it. Tommy pulled on a nipple and laughed when it popped back into place. Hands went all over her body as she pushed the hands away. The boys then turned her over and put her in the doggystyle position. Christopher spread her ass open and looked at her tight hole. "I got her ass first", Christopher said. "Fine with me", replied Tommy. "Go ahead", said Johnny. She looked up at Johnny and Tommy with pleading eyes. They just smiled wickedly at her. Christopher spit on his hands and masturbated his dick with them. After lubing it up, he aimed it for Mrs. Emerson's asshole and spread her cheeks with both hands. She looked back just in time to see it go inside. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Stop it, please!", she cried, throwing her head back. "Damn, she's tight! I feel like I'm gonna cum already!", grunted Christopher. "Don't do that, bro", warned Tommy. "You don't want to wear yourself out before me and Johnny get to her!" She reached back and tried to pry Christopher off, but he grabbed her wrists and fucked her harder. Next, he pulled her arms back, making her rise up. Then he wrapped his arms around hers with his hands at the back of her head, putting her into a sleeper hold. "Somebody get her pussy", he said. "Please! No more!", she begged. Tommy took that as a cue and walked up to her. He got on his knees and grabbed his dick. He slid it up and down her clit, making her scream. He then rammed it in and put his head between her tits. "Uhh... oww... oooh!!!" Her eyes opened as wide as a psychic in a horror movie would. Her body never took two dicks at once, let alone two at this size. She could feel the foot long cocks thrashing into each other inside of her bowels. It felt like the Dickmans were having a sword fight with their dicks in her stomach. Johnny put his hands on his teacher's shoulders and hopped onto her chest, stepping on her firm, round tits as if they were a step ladder. He then held her head and climbed onto her shoulders. His feet were now on her shoulders and his hands were holding the sides of her head. She tried to scream again, but was interrupted by a fat cock getting shoved into her open mouth. She gagged loudly as Johnny's hard dick stretched her lips out and struck the back of her throat. Johnny put his hands on the back of her head and pulled it closer. His dick slowly went deeper and deeper until it disappeared completely down her throat. His heavy sack banged hard against her obscenely stretched neck and her chest. The balls were actually hitting his dickhead. Mrs. Emerson was forced to breathe through her nose. "How's the pleasure up there, Johnny?", asked Tommy. "Let me ask Mrs. Emerson", Johnny responded. "Mrs. Emerson, do you like getting fucked like this?" He bobbed her head up and down. "Mmph, mmmph!!" was all she could mumble. "She says yeah." "Good", said Christopher. He put both hands on her tits and pinched her nipples. They felt like pebbles, in size and touch. He twisted them and pulled on them. Tommy head was still in between, nearly getting crushed by her balloon sized breasts. The violated teacher was completely full of meat. She choked on Johnny's stiff meat while her other holes when getting pounded and split open. She started moaning louder and wrapped her arms around Tommy's back. She held him tightly and began to grind roughly against him. "Mmmph, mmph, mmmmmpphhhh!!", she mumbled loudly. Suddenly, a big splash of warm liquid poured onto Tommy's dick. More loud moans were muffled by the deepthroat she was giving Johnny. The teacher's eyes opened wide and her entire body went limp. "She came!", Tommy excited told the others. "She gushed on my dick!" "Let's keep fucking her until we cum!", shouted Christopher. Tommy began to pump her lifeless body harder, loving the squishing sound that her juicy cunt was making. After a few seconds of staring blankly at Johnny's pelvis, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell on her back. Johnny, who was still holding her head, fell with her and landed on his hands with his feet on either side of her neck. Tommy was now underneath her unconscious body and Christopher was on top of her. "She came so hard that she passed out", Tommy observed. "She'll live", Johnny remarked. "I make women pass out all the time." "I'm tired of this hole", said Tommy. "Can I get her ass?" "Johnny, can I get her mouth?" "Yeah", replied Johnny. They all pulled out of her to switch. Unfortunately, she was out cold and wasn't able to get away. Johnny laid down on his back while Tommy and Christopher dragged the knocked out teacher to him. They lifted her and sat her on his lap; Johnny held his dick and her pussy slipped on like a wet glove. He caught her by the tits when she fell forward and almost hit him. Her body bending over like that was a perfect position for Tommy. He held her hips and stuck his dick up her ass. Christopher pried her mouth open with one hand and put it in her mouth with the other hand. They continued to fuck her in their new holes. After a while, Mrs. Emerson began to stir. She opened her brown eyes and looked at Christopher in with fear in her eyes. She was hoping that what they were doing to her was a nightmare. Just a vision in her head that would end when her alarm clock went off. Those hopes quickly left her mind when Tommy suddenly pulled on her hair and made her look up. "Have a nice nap, Miss?", laughed Christopher. "Mmmmph... mmph... mmmphh... mmmmpphh!!!" Tommy started tickling her stomach. She screeched as he laughed evilly at her humiliation. Johnny reached for her tits and put one in her mouth. He bit the nipple gently, but it was enough to make her squirm. Long strings of drool seeped out of her mouth and around Christopher's cock. Tears fell from her eyes, from embarrassment and from violation. Her body was no longer hers. It was owned by three horny first graders to use it anytime they wanted. Right now, they were going to use it until they were finished with it. Her hands were balled into fists on the floor. She was getting a splitting headache from Christopher's hands holding her head so hard. The loud sounds of skin bashing against skin were hurting her ears. Three foot longs were sawing inside of her, tearing her throat, womb, and bowels apart. Six swollen, tennis ball-sized, balls were slapping against her chest, ass, and stomach. Just then, she felt a familiar tingle in her cunt. She was embarrassed that she came the first time from the rape and she didn't want to cum a second time. Unfortunately, her pussy disagreed with her; it tightened up around Johnny's dick and rained all over his balls and the floor. She tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a hoarse squeal. If Christopher's meat wasn't so thick, she would have bit it off. The last thing she needed while she was cumming was to be pinned down and fucked by three cocks, but her attackers didn't pay that any attention. Johnny grabbed her nipples and stretched her tits out about 3 inches toward him, Christopher held the sides of her head and twisted it left and right on his dick, and Tommy fiercely rubbed her clit with his right hand. With this triple simulation, combined with her orgasm, she banged her fists on the floor and shook violently. Her back and hips bucked up and down while her arms and legs quivered. Tommy and Christopher had a hard time holding her as her body shook as if she was having a seizure. Then, she just stopped moving and the boys stopped fucking her... for now. Slowly, her eyes closed and her breathing steadied. Her arms and legs gave out and the only thing holding her up was Christopher's hands on her head. Her stomach was flat against Johnny's stomach and her soft, right tit was resting on his cheek. Tommy put his hands on her back and his head on top. "Wow", Tommy said surprised, "she orgasms too hard." "Any of you guys feel like cumming?", asked Johnny, casually. "Yeah", the twins said. "I think we should do it while she's awake, though", said Tommy. "Let's switch again", suggested Johnny. Tommy grabbed his dick with one hand and pushed against her ass with the other hand. Christopher pulled his dick out of her throat and then out of her mouth. They then grabbed her legs and pulled her off of Johnny's dick. His dick popped out and wetly slapped his stomach and chest. The brothers laid her on her stomach and all three of them stood in front of their respective places. Christopher and Johnny stood at her legs and Tommy was at her head. Once again, slap-happy Christopher slapped her ass. "What are you doing?", asked Johnny, curiously. "Well, as long as we're cumming this time, we might as well do it while she's awake.", explained Christopher. He slapped her again. "Good point", said Johnny. He bent down and slapped her ass hard. Mrs. Emerson's soft ass cheeks jiggled as the two friends abused it. Her usually white ass was quickly turning to a very bright red. It received twenty-three slaps before her eyes shot open and she screamed and looked back. "No more!! Please don't!! I don't want it!! No!!!", she begged. "Yes, you do", said Tommy. His voice made her flinch and she turned to him. Her frontal half rose off the floor and she was now on her hands and knees. He roughly picked her chin up and held his cock with his other hand. She tightly closed her lips and turned her head. Christopher got underneath her and tweaked her nipples. Johnny slapped her ass again and she screamed at the top of her lungs. The sting from her ass's earlier punishment made the impact even worse. Tommy shoved his cock down her throat to quiet her down. He then put his hands on the back of her head. "Mmmmmpppphhh!! Mmmmpphhh... Mmmppppphhhhh!!" Christopher held his dick while Johnny pushed her body down, making her cunt cover Christopher's dick. "Mmmmpphhh!!! Mmmmmmmmmmppppphhh!!!!" Finally, Johnny held her hips and pushed his meat up her ass. Mrs. Emerson was right back where she started. To her, it felt like the invading dicks were hitting some internal organs. Her face turned red and her eyes bulged. Her neck was twice its regular size and Christopher and Johnny's dicks were outlined in her stomach and back. They banged her harder than ever, determined to cum. This was too much for the busty teacher. She came again and moaned loudly. Although not as powerful as the second orgasm, this was her fastest. Listening to her moans and the splashing of cunt juice made the boys have to cum. "Fuck! I'm cumming!", shouted Christopher, banging Ms. Emerson harder. "Me, too!", replied Johnny. "Let's all pull out and cum all over her!", Christopher suggested. "Good idea!", said Tommy. Tommy yanked his dick out of her throat, making her gag out loud. Johnny promptly pulled his meat out of her ass. Christopher jerked his dick out from her soggy pussy and slithered out from underneath her. She collapsed onto the floor and laid down on her stomach. She panted heavily as she laid down with her arms stretched out in front of her and her tits pressing against the cold floor. The side of her sweaty face was laying on the floor and her eyes were half-closed. She had three powerful orgasms and she had passed out twice during the gangbang by three six year olds; she was worn out. All of her violated holes were literally gaping open. Her ass and cunt looked like a baseball bat was shoved end-first inside both of them. The boys stood before her and began to fiercely jerk off with both hands. She listened to their moans and the audible sounds of hands jerking wet dicks. First Christopher, then Johnny, and then Tommy came, handling their dicks like fire hoses and spraying large amounts of semen all over her back side. She gasped when she felt Johnny's warm, first spurt land on her ass crack. He then aimed higher, leaving a long, liquid trail from her ass to the middle of her back. Christopher's first spurt landed on her left ass cheek, before he took aim at the back of her legs and her back. Tommy pointed at her back and shot his load, tracing her back and her neck. His juice mixed in with Johnny and Christopher's on the used teacher's body. Slashes and pools of semen covered her back. Ms. Emerson's backside was completely painted white. The gang then decided to turn her over onto her back so they could cum on her front side. Johnny grabbed her ankles, Christopher grabbed her underarms, and Tommy held her under her stomach. Cum was gushing out of their dicks and staining the clean floor. They easily turned her over and grabbed their dicks for another shower. Ms. Emerson still had a dazed look on her face and could only look up as they aimed their dicks at the front of her exhausted, nude body. Their moans resumed and the cum shot out all over her clean side. A big gob splattered onto her face, completely covering it. Several drops slid into her mouth, causing her to lick her salty lips. A big load was then sprayed on her spread cunt, making her flinch. "Yeah! Cover her in it!", exclaimed Christopher. They jiggled their monstrous dicks, trying to cover her whole body and trying not to miss any spots. Sperm hit not only the teacher, but also hit the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling. Johnny, Tommy, and Christopher came for a full fifteen seconds before the cum simply started to drip out of their pea-sized piss holes. When it was finally over, the boys rested their limp dicks on her spermy body and panted. Mrs. Emerson twitched, coughed, and sputtered as the boys gave each other high fives. Cum was dripping off of every part of her body, including her nose, ears, and hair; she looked like she bathed in it. The boys' animalistic lust subsided and they started to feel guilty. She wiped the sticky fluid out of her eyes and looked at them. Suddenly, she burst out laughing and sat up on her elbows. "My husband never did me like that before", smiled the teacher. "I thought you guys were going to split my body in half!" The trio were taken aback by her sudden humor. "That was so good. I counted three orgasms in less than an hour. My husband would have been asleep by now." "Didn't we hurt you?", asked Tommy. "Of course not. I loved doing it roughly. I was just pretending to be scared." "So we're not in trouble?", asked Johnny in a confused voice. "Of course you boys aren't in trouble. In fact, I'd like to make a deal with you." "What is it?", asked the Dickmans. "I want you boys to come to my house and fuck me whenever my husband is away. Deal?" "Deal!", the trio said in unison.

<html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us"> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Microsoft FrontPage 4.0"> <meta name="ProgId" content="FrontPage.Editor.Document"> <title>GREEN EYES</title> </head> <body> <p><font face="Broadway" size="7">Why Blondes 3 </font></p> <p>part 1</p> <p><b>Early Monday morning </b></p> <p>As Paul exited the elevator and walked the empty hall to his office, he felt a creepy tingle on his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Nothing so far had happened to make him feel this way, no thought had crossed his mind as yet, and he could not imagine why he felt the sudden pinch of dread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It was far too early in the morning for anyone else to be in the office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Perhaps he heard the skyscraper creaking because of the lack of the usual businessy noises.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul shrugged his shoulders and concentrated on the tasks ahead of him today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He had almost reached his office when he heard sounds in his office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Peeking around the corner, he saw Jeanine rummaging through his credenza, a small pile of papers askew on his desk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He knew hed left it clear the previous Friday, and his anger rose watching the intrusion of this most disagreeable woman.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul entered his office quickly and closed the door with a bang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine looked up startled and stood with her mouth open, eyes darting from Paul to the papers on his desk to the door and back again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He waited in silence for her explanation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Her eyes narrowed in the silence, and she finally spoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I suppose you think youve got something pretty special here, she spat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I wouldnt get too excited about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Youll just make things worse for yourself by making a scene.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>I have no desire, nor need, to make a scene here, Paul replied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Youve done quite well by yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He smiled a cold, mirthless smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You will have some explaining to do, my dear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Even your cronies in our boardroom wont be willing to bail you out of this one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As he spoke each word, he saw her face, a pretty one in the best of circumstances, change from shock to fear to near panic, then to anger and hatred.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Ill take care of THAT, she hissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You will never get an upper hand on me this way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>in fact, I consider this meeting fortunate, as you are going to bring yourself down as a result.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>With that, she passed the desk and strode purposefully toward him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She raised her hand as she neared him and sped up to strike.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul ducked to the side of her onrush and she flew past, just missing striking his neck as she tumbled by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Now between Paul and his office door, she went directly for the knob, only to find it locked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul reached over and covered her hand in his, intending to pull her away from the door to open it himself and toss her out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine mistook the gesture and reached around to strike him with her other hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He leaned in against her, the blow missing his face and flopping over his shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>In a tight clinch now, he struggled to hold onto the hand he gripped as she tried to get free.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her free hand grabbed a handful of his hair and she tried to pull him away.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul felt himself losing his grip on the doorknob and stepped back to regain his balance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine released his hair and went at the door again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul composed himself in the middle of the office and watched her struggle with the locked door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>See that it would not open for her, she turned to him, flames of hatred in her fiery eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her body shook and she growled deep in her throat, the feral growl of a cornered animal, and she charged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul, still smarting from her pulling his hair, decided to end this confrontation once and for all and decked her with a single chop to her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine crumpled to the floor and lay there in a heap.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul stood looking at her, the adrenaline draining from his system.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He felt like kicking her in the head, but under the circumstances, could not bring himself to do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He considered simply throwing her out of his office into the still vacant hallway and making her do the explaining.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He also thought of chucking her out of the window and teaching her, in an unfortunately fatal way, what it is like to be a bug hitting a car windshield.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As he contemplated his next move, his doorknob was jiggled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Someone was at the door!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>A<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>new surge of adrenaline surged through his body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>A knock on the door, and Paul, are you here?</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>It was Bea!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What a break, a friend visiting at this early hour, though she might be curious about the prone figure on his office floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Having no choice, Paul unlocked and opened the door, pulling Bea inside and reclosing it before she could speak.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He motioned for silence and pulled her over to his couch, where he hugged her hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She returned his hug warmly and worriedly gestured to Jeanines fallen form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He whispered in her ear the basic outline, pointing to the desk and credenza.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes widened as he related Jeanines attack and finally his blow that silenced her.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul drew back and looked into Beas eyes as she digested the scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Quickly she came to an apparent decision.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You stay here and keep her quiet, said Bea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I have just the thing for your friend there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul opened the door and she slipped out silently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He returned his attention to Jeanine, who was still out cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He felt like kicking her again, but instead lifted her up and placed he inert form on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He checked her vital signs, breathing, pulse, and all seemed normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her loose flowing dress was disheveled but he made no effort to straighten it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He paced the office and stared out the window in turn, waiting forwhat?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea obviously had something on her mind, and figured it would resolve his problem, but he could not imagine what it was.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>After about ten minutes, he heard noises in the hall outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>A soft knock on the door was followed by Beas voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul took a deep breath and opened the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea walked in behind a large container, the kind youd see on a large television set or refrigerator.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She wheeled it before her expertly, stopping at the side of the couch.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Now, quick!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Put her in this box and well get her out of here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>There doesnt seem to be anyone around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul followed her direction and opened the box, positioned it on its side, then lifted Jeanine from the couch and put her in the box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She still hadnt moved, though she was breathing more deeply than before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Together they closed the box and sealed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea said, Im going downstairs to the loading dock to move my car into position.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You bring her down the freight elevator and Ill meet you there.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul nodded, opened the door and let Bea out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He quickly put papers back in place before following, closing the door behind him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The freight elevator was at the back end of the office, among storage areas and a computer room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He wheeled the box through the empty office, straining to hear the sounds of arriving staff members, his heart in his throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The elevator took what seemed forever to arrive, but no sound or movement was apparent behind him as he ducked in and pressed the button for the basement.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul relaxed for the first time since that creepy feeling hit him as he got off the elevator earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The feeling of relief, tempered as it was by his continuing peril, continued to calm him and he thought the situation through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine had it in for him and clearly did not expect him to arrive as he did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She also was looking for something but what?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The papers hed put away before leaving his office were not of particular importance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He had fixed her wagon, but in doing so he was taking a road that was one way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Hed have to do something with her, something drastic, and the thought was making him angry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The Stupid BITCH!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He breathed deeply and cleared his mind again.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Then there was Bea! He thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What the heck was she doing there so early?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>How did she get in?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What was with the box was it actually intended for HIM?!?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Were Bea and Jeanine in cahoots for some reason man-hatred or whatever sickness Jeanine evinced were they after Paul?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He shook his head and dismissed the thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>And yet...</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>The elevator opened on the loading dock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>A mini van was parked at the closest berth, engine running.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea stepped out of the drivers door and walked to the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked excited and scared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She opened the door and pursed her lips and brow at him, indicating her desire for Paul to hurry the bleep up!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He wheeled the crate to the edge of the dock, removed the cart, and jumped down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Between the two, they manhandled the box into the van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Luckily the rear seat was missing, and the crate fit snugly into the back of the cab.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>ANOTHER coincidence, thought Paul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Much too weird, so Id better be on my guard</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>After climbing in the van they eased out of the dock area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The guard was walking down the ramp opposite the van, back turned to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea turned left onto the street and they were gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul let a deep breath out and stared ahead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea looked at him nervously intermittently, while guiding the van through the early morning traffic.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>They arrived at Beas place and pulled around back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea went to open the garage door and Paul opened the back of the van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pulled the box out and hitched it to the cart, dragging it into the garage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea closed the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul opened the box and found Jeanine inside, still apparently out cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lifted her out and she slipped back out of his hands, dead weight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He laid hold of her dress and pulled, ripping the material down the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Nervous now, he lifted her, again ripping the dress, this time from skirt hem almost to waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He let out a low frustrated growl, Bea giggled, and finally Paul lifted and carried Jeanine in the door, laying her on a couch in the main room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her dress was a mess, the back open exposing her bra strap and skirt torn up exposing her thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She seemed to be still unconscious.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Bea grinned at him and reached down to her torn back and suddenly ripped the dress from her back, yanking it down her arms, exposing her shoulders and giving Paul a glimpse of Jeanines breasts held captive in her bra.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea took the shreds of dress and tossed them aside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Pauls adrenaline was up anyway, and he took hold of the skirt part and ripped it completely off, flipping Jeanine over in the process of unwrapping her waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine moaned, awaking finally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul saw that she had a pair of tiny cloth panties, now half off her ass from the assault, and he beckoned Bea to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea grabbed the little panties and pulled them off her hips in a quick move, then pushed the groggy woman over onto her stomach again.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanine was now laying on her face, ass in the air, and Paul and Bea found something they had not expected at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Protruding from Jeanines ass was something plastic; oval, about one inch in diameter and two inches long, a deep deep blue color!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>They looked at each other and suddenly Bea laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul laid hold of the thing, which he found he could grip easily, and slowly pulled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Out of the womans ass came a thin dildo, and it kept coming, and coming, and finally fell out, Jeanines ass making a soft !pop!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The thing was eight inches long at least.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanine was coming around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She had coughed when they were stripping her, and now she moaned and slid off the couch, catching herself with her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Clearly she was not back with the living yet, though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea unclasped her bra strap, and her breasts tumbled out and hung in the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul was definitely excited now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanines ass faced him, and her sex was tantalizingly hidden just below the soft flesh .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He saw hair peeking out and decided he would take her then and there, and work out the details later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He glanced at Bea, who was also hot, standing stiffly staring at Jeanine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He nudged her and unbuckled his belt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea suddenly came to life, smiling widely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She knelt down by Jeanine and motioned for Paul to get undressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He merely dropped his pants and shorts, and massaged his cock as he decided how to penetrate the bitch before him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea reached between Jeanines legs and eased them apart, not wanting to be too rough and wake her up before Paul had his chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul flipped off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He knelt behind Jeanine and grasped her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea lay down on the floor and crawled under Jeanine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As Paul moved in, Bea clasped his rigid cock and guided it to Jeanines cunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She rubbed the cunt gently, cooing and pulling gently on Pauls cock, now fully stiff and anxious for contact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine moaned again and tried to raise her head, but Paul grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her head back down on the couch, face down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea was now working his cock across the cunt lips, moistening both man and woman from their juices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanine brew a sharp breath and tried to rise again, but feeling Pauls hand on her neck, she relaxed and fell back to the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Now her moans changed in tone and timbre, and Bea withdrew her hand, allowing Paul to sink his member into the proffered cunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He sank in slowly, and Jeanine began wiggling her ass, sucking his cock in deeper inside her. At last Paul hit bottom, and he leaned heavily on her back, both hands now on the back of her neck and head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He relished the depth of his penetration, the violation of his adversary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He raised up and pulled out, or almost out, and sank in again.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Bea sat up and moved behind him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She loosened and removed his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She took his tie and placed it around Jeanines head, covering her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul moved his hand and she tied it, tight, around her head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She lifted Jeanines head to check that the tie completely restricted the womans vision, then dropped it back on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She smiled at Paul and sat on the couch next to Jeanine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul was pumping Jeanine with increasing vigor, and Jeanines hands grasped the couch tightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She pushed back with her hips, forcing Paul deeper inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He grasped her hips and ground his loins against her ass, his cock reaching her cervix and seeking past to her womb.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Bea reached over and held Jeanines shoulders, pushing her torso back, trying to force Paul deeper inside Jeanines increasingly wet cunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine leaned over to Bea and nuzzled her thigh blindly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea moved a leg, and Jeanines face lay in her crotch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul held still, his cock buried in Jeanine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lifted her back toward him, driving his cock impossibly deep in Jeanines now dripping pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Pulling Jeanines arms back toward him, he motioned to Bea, who quickly stripped off her skirt and panties and sat back down directly in front of Jeanine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul eased the helpless woman down to the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine found herself between Beas legs, face against Beas soft pubic hair. She sighed and craned her neck to get at the prize hidden in the light hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea arched her back allowing Jeanine to reach the spot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanine nosed her way between Beas nether lips and kissed her hole gently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She repeated this several times before opening her mouth and French kissing Beas pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea squealed with delight and grasped the back of Jeanines head, guiding her actions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea closed her eyes and leaned back, holding Jeanines head tightly against her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine deep frenched Beas cunt, engulfing the organ with her mouth, sucking and pulling and kneading the soft flesh, inciting Beas juices to flow and swallowing them as rapidly as Bea poured them out.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul had watched long enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He withdrew, almost completely, and then pushed in again, testing Jeanines reactions, careful not to upset the lovemaking before his eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine was transfixed on Beas cunt, seeming oblivious to his movements, so Paul began to push more quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Soon he was riding Jeanine high, slamming into her to the hilt, his balls slapping against her cunt hair and splashing her fine lubricant all over.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Bea lifted her legs and rested her feet on Pauls shoulders, completing the harmony and rhythm of their movements. This lifted her hips also, exposing her anus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanines tongue now flicked between Beas cunt lips and her ass, with each pass getting closer to the bud of Beas back hole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul was now slamming Jeanines cunt intensely, his gorge rising, and Jeanine suddenly stiffened and let out a long grunt, climaxing from the scent before her and the pounding of her pussy.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>She came in spurts, and re-lubed Pauls dick with her juices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was now sighing, moaning and crying, burying her face again in Beas sopping pussy before her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She reached around Beas ass and massaged her anal bud with two fingers, poking through the tight muscle gently and withdrawing in rhythm with Pauls rapid and effective thrusts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanines ass dropped a bit, no longer able to keep up with Pauls pounding, and he finally slipped out, hard and slick with her cum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Paul stood and pulled on the tie around Jeanines eyes, lifting her head away from Beas crotch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He guided her face to his own sex and pushed his member against her lips, which opened and took it in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He was terribly excited now, and using the tie as a handle, he shoved his cock deep in her throat repeatedly, nearing his own climax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Bea was helping by pushing the back of Jeanines head as he thrust.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea was extraordinarily hot and coming on her own, flicking her clitoris with her fingers, Jeanines hand still massaging Beas asshole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Finally Paul could resist no longer, and just as he began to pour his seed down Jeanines throat, he ripped the tie off her head, allowing her for the first time to see her attackers.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanines eyes opened just as Paul squirted his first load of jism into her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He looked her straight in the eyes as he thrust again and again to her throat, spurting repeatedly and finally spilling the remnants of cum as his dick softened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanines eyes were hard to fathom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>When she first looked up at him there was no flicker of recognition as she concentrated on handling the large cock that came in her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As Pauls initial intense orgasm gave way to his emptying his balls in her, Jeanines eyes grew round and clearly showed fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>However, she worked hard to empty his balls and swallow every drop, giving him head expertly and with passion.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>He had no more seed to spill, yet he remained inside Jeanines mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He was comfortable, and she apparently was unwilling to release his cock as it detumesced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She sucked on him intently, not so hard as to hurt, but enough to keep the blood flowing so that as she took him in, he continued to hit her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She now cupped his balls in oone hand, massaging them to release the last drops of immature sperm that lingered between his testes and the shaft of his dick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul had not had a blowjob like this since, well, since Bea had given him head on Friday!</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Bea was watching all this between slitted eyelids, petting her own pussy after coming gloriously while watching the two before her climax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanines hand was still at Beas ass, one finger having broken the seal of Beas anus and now trapped inside until Bea decided to release it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul was leaning over Bea, having come around to Jeanines side and had one foot on the couch and one on the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He smiled at Bea and reached down to tweak her nipple through the cloth of her blouse and bra.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She arched her back, inviting the gentle pinch and laughingly sighed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>Jeanine still held Pauls dick in her mouth, but it was now hopeless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He swiftly softened and finally pulled himself out of her sucking mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He sat on the couch next to Bea and put his arm around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Bea leaned forward so his arm could drop down around her waist, then stood briefly to remove Jeanines finger from her asshole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Jeanine gratefully collapsed to the floor on her back and gazed silently up at the two.</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>[more:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul demands Jeanine explain what her problem is with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; Paul and Bea use their new toy girl some more, </span>then it is back to the office]</p> <p>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Porzu </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">[email protected] </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Dear Reader:<br> In at least two of my stories&nbsp; youve read of the protagonist (hero of the story) hitting women and knocking them out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Dont think for a minute that I condone physical violence toward women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I do not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The man who punches or otherwise strikes a woman in any situation other than self-defense is a coward and a bully.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Many men beat women because they can not get it up. Impotence is not your partners fault, so get real and DONT BEAT WOMEN.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Get help instead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>porzu </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">&nbsp; </span></p> </body> </html>

<html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us"> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Microsoft FrontPage 4.0"> <meta name="ProgId" content="FrontPage.Editor.Document"> <title>GREEN EYES</title> </head> <body> <p><font face="Broadway" size="7">Why Blondes 2</font></p> <p>Authors Note:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This is the second of several chapters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I had written the first and second chapters of this true story several weeks ago, and when I looked for the diskette containing the stories, I could not find it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>So, doggone it, I had to re-write both chapters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This is the second second chapter then, modified by imagination and time.&nbsp; This story is written in the first person, a clear giveaway that I made this stuff up.</p> <hr> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">We showered together, and Bea went down on me again, water splashing on her face and matting her hair, but I was done. It seems Id never been so drained in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We spent some time in the flowing water, fondling and tickling, laughing and whispering, but in the end, she had an aerobics class to get to, and I had to go by the golf course and finish my round.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We dried one another and dressed, Bea&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I staggered out of Beas place about a half an hour before dark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Wed spent four hours very well, I thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I jumped in my truck and tooted the horn as I pulled out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We had not talked about getting back together or anything, wed just let the pleasure of the experience lie lightly on us on departure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>If I had my druthers, wed be back again soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But time will tell.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I drove to the golf course and headed for the snack bar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Ordered a beer from the fine looking cashier, Andrea, with whom I exchanged glances.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I recognized something Id not seen in her looks before, the same kind of look that I saw so clearly in Bea earlier in the elevator.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Not being in any condition to act upon this knowledge, I let it slide and sat down with my beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>After a few minutes, though, Andrea walked over through the nearly empty bar, and stood in front of me making small talk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I was of course interested, for Andrea was an interesting woman, and was a perfectly lovely blonde of about five-four, 115 pounds, with long wavy hair and a curvy figure, and breasts larger than Beas that were hardly contained in her little blouse.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">We sat there a few minutes well, I sat and she stood, her breasts just within reach about forehead high until some of the regulars came in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She excused herself, taking the trouble to say shed be right back, and took orders and poured beer for the warriors returned from battle with the course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We all gathered around to check scores and swap golfing lies, while Andrea moved in and out, dropping off orders, picking up empties, and refilling the thirsty mens cups as soon as they drained the last drop.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Everyone appreciated Andrea, her loveliness and camaraderie, and she was very adept at fighting men off without seeming to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I dont think she would have fought me off for any more than show though, as she kept coming back to my chair, standing behind me and commenting on this or that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She occasionally leaned over my shoulder to indicate some questionable point on the scorecards that I had been asked to review.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She more than once brushed her blouse on my shoulder and neck, and I could feel the warmth of her chest and her breath on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I started to get aroused in spite of my previous exertions.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Soon after that, she ended up sitting on my lap with her arms around my neck, asking me to the delight of my golfing buddies, who would no doubt have ages of laughs at my expense for this if she were kissable and desirable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I of course pronounced her both, and eloquently told her of my growing ardor and esteem with which I hold her up to heaven on a pedestal or some such, and she ate it up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The group was roaring at this point, and I suspiciously looked about me as I suggested that someone was setting me up here.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea leaned over and whispered in my ear, David, wouldnt you like to see more of me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Cool on the outside, but churning up fast inside, I whispered back in her ear, Andrea, I think you are terrific and strongly desire you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Darlin, I have to tell you though that I am married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I would not want you to be disappointed in me for not telling you that up front.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">She jerked away and walked back to the snack bar, obviously deliberating over something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She beckoned Dan, one of my closer golf cronies, over and they conferred for a couple of minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She seemed satisfied and let him return to the group.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I eyed him curiously he just looked back, a big goofy grin on his face, and said nothing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Eventually the party broke up, and the guys started to filter out, and I finally collared Dan and asked him what he and Andrea had been conspiring about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Dan said, well, Pete, she asked me if you were really married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I kinda looked at her and said, well, Andrea, you mean this week? and ended up confessing that you were indeed hitched.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I felt it my bounden duty to be truthful.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Dan, you did the right thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As desirable as she is, I imagine there is some fire under those roots and she would kick my ass from here to Knoxville if Id come on to her under false pretenses.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">This broke both of us up, and we ambled out laughing, full of good fellowship and cheer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We walked together to the parking lot and parted ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As Dan pulled away, I found I was missing my wallet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I knew Id had it back in the snack bar, so I knew what I had to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I set my jaw and headed back in.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">The place was empty, and Andrea had finished her efficient cleanup and was back behind the bar, preparing food for tomorrows crowd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I sheepishly approached the counter, ignored for the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I cleared my throat ever so slightly and she glanced around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Forget something, lover? she asked, and continued with her work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I swallowed hard and replied, I think I left my wallet in here, Andrea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>And<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>the words stuck in my throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She turned fully to me and said and?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Is there something else that you wanted?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea, I would love to have you, but I wont do anything under false pretenses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I am married, and I have no intention to leave my wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But, you are extremely attractive to me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Better stop there, buster, or you may get in over you head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Andrea looked directly into my eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Because there is not one thing that I would like more than to get closer to you, and see more of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I blinked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She continued, I can not think of a single thing that I would not do for you either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I coughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She stopped, tears welling up in her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Im sorry to spring this all on you, David.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I know it is unfair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But life is unfair, and I have my own needs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>And I know what I want.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I stood there, stunned, and she stood there, defiant, until I opened my arms and beckoned her into them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She flew around the counter to me, tears in full flow as she slammed into me and held on for dear life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her grip was exquisite and unrelenting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I cradled her head in my hand and we rocked back and forth together, joined at shoulder, chest, waist, and groin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>In spite of my previous engagement, in spite of the awkward situation, I felt my cock begin to rise and stiffen against her belly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked up at me with blurry eyes, and I bent down and kissed her tear-stained cheeks, then her forehead and her nose, before I settled on her mouth and planted a sweet gentle kiss on her salty lips.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea kissed me back hard and passionately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me, lips grinding on lips and pelvises quickly acquainting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We remained locked in each others grip for some time, and I sampled her face, head, and neck with my lips while my hands caressed her from her shoulders to her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I stopped at her breasts once or twice, cupping the soft mounds over her shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>she pressed her chest up against my hand and moaned, nipping my tongue in her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I promptly squeezed harder on her breast, catching her nipple with my thumb and forefinger through the fabric and twisting it as best I could.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">She kissed me with renewed passion at this, and held my neck tightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I moved my hand down from her breast and caressed her tummy before plunging my hand into her pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>They were not too tight, and I forced my way down, touching her panties and eventually cupping my hand around her mons mound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She started to buck and breathe erratically, and rubbed her crotch against my intruding fingers working their way under her panties to her warm slit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was pumping out the juices from her pussy, and on touching her flesh I found my fingertips become slick and warm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I slipped my middle finger inside her vaginal lips and stirred the juices, making her shudder and spread her legs apart.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">With my other hand, I grabbed her ass through her pants and squeezed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She began to hump my finger then, and I helped her move up and down with my hand on her rear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her front hand released my neck and adjusted my hold on her crotch for more efficient masturbation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her breath was coming in gasps now, and she maneuvered my hand as she saw (or felt) fit, pumping it back and forth across her slit while my finger penetrated her and retreated in time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I could tell she was losing her grip and only my hand on her ass kept her from sliding to the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>At last she went limp before grasping my arm below the elbow and jerking my hand faster and faster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>My finger violated her cunt savagely, and she began a low moan and twitching that signaled the onset of her orgasm.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I could not have been happier at these developments, cock standing at full attention, waiting its turn while I hand-slammed Andrea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her legs had buckled and she slid to the floor even as she peaked, and I found myself holding her up precariously by one hand on her ass and one finger up her hole impaling her. My invading finger continued to ravish her cunt until she collapsed completely, when I lifted her up and walked to a table in the dark snack bar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I laid her on the table on her back and gently removed my hand from her pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I then unbuttoned and unzipped them, and pulled them off of her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I removed her shoes and finished removing her pants, throwing them on the floor below me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Next came her panties, which were more than damp by now, and fragrant with the scent of her lust.&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea still lay on her back and watched me remove her clothing. I pantomimed putting the panties in my pocket after inhaling a deep draught from them, and she giggled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her nude legs wrapped around me, drawing me in, and I struggled to remove my own pants before she pinned me between her legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But remove them I did, and soon found my stiff cock pressed against her slit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was wet and hot, almost on fire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I slickered up my shaft by rubbing against her slit, which elicited more moans and a tighter grip from her legs, then I backed up enough to redirect my tool to its home inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I slid all the way in with ease.<o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I marveled at her muscles, which clenched and milked me tightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She again was in the throes of passion, and I hardly had to move while she ground against my hips and blew another load of juices all over my crotch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I held her hands through this explosion, and on its completion I laid her hands back down on her tummy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Still inside her now tranquil pelvis, I slowly pumped her and considered my next move. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Her legs were still around my back, and tight, so I lifted them up by her thighs and placed them over my shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This lifted her enough that I slipped halfway out of her, and it opened up the avenue to her other hole too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I decided to take as much advantage of this circumstance as possible, and pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock directly at her asshole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We were wet, slick from orgasmic juices, my own pre-cum, and sweat from our exertions, and I felt I could slide into her rear door fairly easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I rubbed the tip of my dick up and down along the crack and tested my entry by pushing up against her.<o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea gasped, and then she pushed back slightly and I split the sphincter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The head of my dick was jammed in her back door, and she let out a low rumble from her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I pulled back a centimeter and pushed in again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She pushed back again, and I was in!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her anal gateway opened up and the head of my cock slid in an inch or so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Andrea breathed out hard, adjusting to this new intrusion, and I pulled back and rammed again, forcing my way deeper into the passage that she had in common with boys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I began to stroke it, inching my way deeper into her bowel until I hit bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>My full size was buried inside her, and I paused to view my efforts so far.<o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea lay on her back on the table with her eyes closed, hair splayed all around and hanging off the table, legs slung over my shoulders and my pubic hair against her cunt lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I could feel their heat and the moisture of them, and I rubbed my hips up and down against her, her impaled ass dancing on my hard dick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was clutching her ass cheeks in each hand, spreading them out to further enable my penetration or in trying to minimize the pain of my assault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I covered her hands in mine and pulled her cheeks further apart, and made another push to transfix her deeper on me.<o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Andrea was effectively out of it now, her hands fallen away from her ass and head back with eyes closed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her ass engulfed my cock, and I began to stroke her there, gently at first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I had to hold her legs up, so I held them out straight and split them to reveal her entire pubic area, my dick forming an axis for her movement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This altered the sensations I felt in stroking her, and I quickly increased my movements to a pumping into her asshole that became faster and faster, with rigid strokes ending with my balls slapping against her crack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I felt my ardor begin to rise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I spread her legs out further, eventually laying one down on the table as I struck her repeatedly in that sensitive area with my velvet hammer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I had succeeded in turning her onto her side and I lifted her top leg over my head and onto my other shoulder and went at her with a vengeance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span><o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoBodyText">With Andrea impaled on my cock lying sideways, I now had ready access to her cunt with my hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I grabbed the pubic hair and plunged my thumb inside her sex, which was as warm, wet, and willing as when I earlier jerked her off to orgasm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Inside her, I could feel my dick through the walls of her sex and ass, and my cock could feel my thumb pressing against her perineum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>These new sensations reacted in me to bring me to full climax, and I shivered as I shoved while my dick poured out its contents inside her back passage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>There was not much left after the days earlier efforts, but what was there leaked out of her hole as my strokes slowed to a halt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her pulsing sphincter squeezed my softening cock unmercifully, pulling the last drop of cum from me, before I spilled out of her completely and leaned heavily on the table.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">Andrea sat up, grimacing at the pain of the molestation of her asshole, and looked at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She smiled, and moved gingerly to get down off the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I assisted her down and helped her walk over behind the counter to her sink.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She turned the water on warm, leaned over the sink, and splashed water on her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I stood beside her, my spent organ rubbed raw by my rapacity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She lifted the moveable hand shower head and motioned for me to come forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I stepped up to the sink and she sprayed my steaming and raw penis with warm water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Then she soaped it up and laved it gently in her hands, more like she was masturbating me than washing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She rinsed me off and started again, with less soap this time and a stronger grip on my dick.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">She washed and rinsed me a third time, and although my dick ached with desire, it remained flaccid, only meagerly tumescent from her ministrations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She leaned over and took me in her mouth, tasting me after her work, and seemed satisfied as she withdrew and I popped out from between her lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I told her to sit herself on the sink, and she climbed onto the counter with her feet in the sink and sat facing me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I took the hand shower wand and after testing the temperature of the water, pointed it between her legs and sprayed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I lathered up my free hand, and bypassing her pussy for the moment, began to return her favor by caressing and washing her ass with warm, soapy hands.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">I rinsed her off paying particular attention to making sure all the soap was rinsed from her cunt lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She climbed off the sink and stood next to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She wrapped her arms around me and sighed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>That was unbelievable, lover she said as she buried her face in my chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I could feel her hot breath through my shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I dont think Ill be able to walk a step for a week without thinking of you, and she turned her head up to look at me, a big smile splitting her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I smiled back and laughed.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">You sure took it well, my dear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Ill be glad to carry you around until you can walk again, but the way I want to carry you may not help you heal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">She sighed again, and bit against my chest in response to this covert threat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I pulled her head away and leaned down to kiss her lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We stood by the sink sucking face until she came back up for air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Oh, please, lover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You are going to melt me into a puddle if you stay so hot! She pleaded with me to release her, and at last I relented.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She delicately walked over to the table they had just been on and picked up our articles of clothing left on the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She also looked closely at the table, and had me toss a wiping towel over to her, with which she cleaned the table of our loves leavings.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">I dressed while she puttered around the snack bar, watching her move tenderly to protect her ravaged backside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She stopped when I was dressed, leaning against the bar and looking me over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I saw her and she smiled at me and beckoned me over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I met her embrace and lifted her into my arms, kissing her lips and face amorously while holding her up in the air on my chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She laughed and reached down for my sex, but it was all put away for the time being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I released her, placing her on the floor, and grabbed her by the back of her neck and hair to draw her face to me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>We kissed tenderly in the faded light before I released her and turned to leave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Over my shoulder I said, Andrea, Ill be by next week for a round.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I look forward to seeing you again.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">Andrea watched him leave, a mixture of admiration, adoration, and disappointment crossing her visage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She would fuck him like that daily if hed let her, she thought, and she turned to close up shop.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">I staggered into the parking lot in the darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Only two or three cars still here, I thought, including Erics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The club golf pro was usually gone by now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>A noise startled him slightly as Eric and a woman emerged from the door to the cart building into the shadowy evening, laughing and clinging to one another. I smiled and got in my car, at last headed home after a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">very</b> busy day.</p> <p class="MsoBodyText">&nbsp;<o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoBodyText">End of chapter two.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </o:p> </span></p> </body> </html>

<html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Microsoft FrontPage 4.0"> <meta name="ProgId" content="FrontPage.Editor.Document"> <title>TABLES TURNED</title> </head> <body> <h1>TABLES TURNED</h1> <p class="MsoNormal">By Porzu</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Paul was relaxing in the den, surfing the Internet while the PGA Championship played on TV in the background.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Ann and the kids had gone shopping for the day and he was looking forward to some peace and quiet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He had thought about catching up on some work but gave up that idea quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Today is just for me, he thought, and was about to check on his fantasy baseball team when the doorbell rang.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He considered just ignoring the intrusion, but upon taking a peek out the window his curiosity got the better of him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>There on the front step was a lovely young woman, clad for August in a halter, short shorts, and slipper-like sandals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked nervously around, tapping her right foot with her hands clasped in front of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul watched her for a moment, trying to remember if and where hed seen her before, but drew a blank.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He left the den and walked toward the front foyer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>A noise from down stairs caught his attention, seeming a little too large a noise for the dog to make.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>In a minute, he thought, and continued down the hall to the foyer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He opened the door wide and was greeted by a woman definitely in some kind of distress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was pretty, about five foot four, with wavy brown hair over her shoulders and resting just short of her breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her erect nipples through the soft cloth of her halter showed she was wearing no bra.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked like she needed a bath, as her clothing was slightly soiled and her legs showed some scratches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul wondered if there had been a traffic accident, but his street was quiet and peaceful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked up at him suddenly, and tried to smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Paul fumbled with the screen door, intending to open it and stand in the doorway to ask what she wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He had no other plans, and helping someone out with their problem, especially someone this lovely, seemed a good way to spend his time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It was, after all, his time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He opened the door, the girls smile grew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was a girl, he saw, being no more than 23 and more likely closer to eighteen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He coughed, and she dropped her eyes, and he began to speak when he heard another noise behind him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It was definitely not the dog, and he was still watching the girl at the door as he slowly turned, bumping his cheek against something cold and hard.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He stopped short, still holding the door open with his right hand as he realized that his cheek has bumped into the muzzle of a gun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His eyes never left the girl at the front door, and she looked up at him again, her slight smile turning sly as she waltzed in through the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His eyes followed her as she went past, and he saw the gun attached to the outstretched right arm of another woman, who looked at him coolly, beckoning him to back up into the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was a little older and taller than the girl, blonde and blue-eyed, with summer attire similar to the girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was not smiling.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The girl moved back past him and gently closed the front door as Paul stepped slowly back from the foyer into the hallway, following the barrel of the pistol pointed at his head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He looked from girl to woman as each stared at him silently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He noticed he had begun to sweat, and the odor of it pervaded his nostrils as seconds ticked by in the silence.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The girl looked around and started up the hallway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul broke the silence by coughing. What can I do for you ladies, he croaked, and the woman shifted her aim to his torso.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Nice, she said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Were in a bit of a spot, you see, and we would like your money and any baubles you may have laying around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Is there anyone else in the house?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Um, no, Paul said, clearing his throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was acting polite, not nervous, he thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What to do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He immediately thought of his wallet, lying on the table by his desk in the den.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It contained about $120, and would not likely satisfy them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Most of the good jewelry was in the vault at the bank, but there were some diamond earrings hed given his wife six years before in their room, and their daughters gold necklace was probably in the bathroom, on the floor or the countertop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>There was his laptop, his watch, and a couple of VCRs in the den, recently repaired, and not connected to anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>These things he could live without, and he figured the women would probably take them and a car, and that would be that.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He began to say, well, my wallet, but the blonde cut in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Look stupid, we want it all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You either give us what we want, or well wait here with your bloody corpse and wait for your family to come home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>That sudden change in attitude caught him off guard, and it also changed his outlook.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He felt his anger rise at the audacity of the girl and her older partner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>That he was stupid, overlooking obvious danger signs for the sight of a lovely girl, he was sure, and that thought doubled his anger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This was his house, and his time, and he starter evaluating the situation in the clear light of outrage and danger.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Where is your money, honey, asked the brunette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He replied, In the den, and she looked around quizzically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He started to point down the hall with his right hand and saw that the blondes eyes followed his pointing hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He saw his first best chance and came up with his left hand toward the blondes gun hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He caught the hand cleanly and gripped it tight as he raised her arm up into the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked at him with surprise and he followed his initial move with a right fist that caught her in the solar plexus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her breath left her as she slumped to the floor and she relaxed her grip on the gun, allowing him to gain control of it for the first time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The brunette watched this two-second drama with mounting alarm, and started to come at him with her hands extended toward the gun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It was too high for her, and as she went past him attempting to grab at it, his right hand came down in a sort of karate chop across the back of her neck, and down she went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Too simple, he thought, and he regripped the gun in his right hand and looked down at the home invaders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The blonde coughed and groaned, while the brunette seemed to be out for now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He took no chances, though, and moved a step back from them both and waited.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He thought of checking them for other weapons, but one look at their clothing told him there was no place for them to hide anything at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>So, he stood with the gun at his side and gave them time to recover slightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The blonde looked up at him a moment and put one hand over her eyes and the other around her middle, obviously still in pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The brunette stirred, and rolled slowly onto her side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her halter had partially slipped off and the curve of one breast was visible against the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His gaze lingered there for a split second before he checked the blonde again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She had not moved.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ladies, shall we move to the den? he said at length.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The brunette pulled herself up on one arm, then rolled onto her elbows in preparation for getting up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her ass stuck up in the air before she rocked onto her hands and back to her knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The blonde looked up at him again before trying to rise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She groaned, and the brunette helped her stand as they walked slowly to the end of the hall and Pauls den.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He backed into the room, gesturing to the women to sit on the couch to the left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>They obediently sat, then looked about their surroundings while he considered his next move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The phone was next to the couch, and he determined he would call the police next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The brunette adjusted her top, putting her breast away, while the blonde followed his movements closely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>For what seemed the first time since looking out the window at the girl at the door, he breathed, a deep breath that cleared out some of the tension and anger hed been feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Another deep breath, and he began to consider his options.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He considered asking them what the hell they were doing, mounting a home invasion in the middle of the day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He thought about slapping them around, especially the blonde, and his anger rose again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He thought about calling the police and turning it all over to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>After all, he had done his part in defending his home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>In fact, he had done <i>their</i> job too, and the thought irritated him even more. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span>The blonde spoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Mister, she began, and he held up his hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What am I going to do with you, he mused aloud, and the blonde was visibly shaken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked from him to the girl, to the door, and back at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She settled down in the couch, trying to withdraw from the situation or at least get further away from him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The brunette was oblivious, obviously with a bad headache, and Paul focused his attention on the blonde.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You ladies have seriously pissed me off, he said, and the blonde gulped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I have a good mind to beat the shit out of you and feed you to my fish, he added, knowing full well he didnt own any fish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The situation was getting to him, and he altered between rising anger and exhilaration in microsecond intervals as his mind raced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What have you got to say for yourself, he asked the blonde, moving a step toward her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She shrank from his movement and looked away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shall I call the police? he asked, and she looked at him, seemingly slightly relieved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>That angered him even more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He thought, What the hell are you afraid of? That I might take the law into my own hands?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>That I might beat you to a pulp?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>That I might turn the tables and violate YOUR space like you did mine?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That thought lingered as he looked at the frightened blonde and the still incoherent brunette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He thought, I should fuck their brains out and leave them naked in the country somewhere, embarrassing the crap out of them and leaving them to fate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Maybe chain them up in the basement and feed them dog food, like that whacko in the papers a few years before had done to some poor innocents hed kidnapped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But his better sense came back quickly, and he started over thinking of his options.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The blonde was definitely getting agitated, and her glance kept flicking from him to the brunette to the door, seemingly deciding whether she could get away, get both women away, or if he was going to kill them, or what.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The look on her face was having a strange effect on Paul, and he began to seriously consider that slapping her around was in order.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He cleared his throat, and when she jumped again, he knew what to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He went to his desk and pulled out a roll of duct tape and scissors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He tossed the tape on the floor and said to the blonde, lie down on the floor there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Do it NOW!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked at him in despair, and slowly moved to the rug and lay on her side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>On your stomach, arms against your sides, he ordered, and she dropped down further and obeyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her hair splayed out on the rug, and she shook her head to get it out of her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She wanted to see what was coming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She watched him closely as he came toward her, gun first, and stood above her with one leg on either side of her arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He dropped into a squat on her back, effectively pinning her to the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He knelt, tucking his legs in close to her, pinning her arms against her body, and put the gun down to his right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He glanced again at the brunette, who was still and silent yet, and picked up the tape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pulled a length of the tape and ripped it off the roll.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The sound was stark as a shot, and the blonde flinched hearing it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He glanced around at the brunette again, and turned to the task at hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He shifted his weight back onto her rump, and pulled her arms behind her back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He wrapped the tape around her forearms, none too gently, then pulled another strip of tape and wrapped her wrists tight.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A small groan indicated that the brunette was coming to, and he shifted his attention to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He felt the blonde twist a little under his weight, testing the hold of the tape. She strained for a moment, then slumped again, apparently resigned for the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He turned around and quickly bound her ankles and knees, then rolled her over and looked at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He smiled at what he saw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Through her tangled hair she watched him look over her body and face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He smiled again, not a nice smile, and reached down toward her breasts when the brunette moaned again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stood and went to her, pulled her to the floor onto her stomach, and repeated the ministrations hed performed on her partner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lifted her by an arm and turned her onto her side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pulled her hair to the top of her head and stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth, then sealed that with a short strip of duct tape.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The blonde spoke again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Mister, she said, and he put his fingers to his lips to shush her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>What is you name? he asked, and she swallowed and began to say something when the phone rang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked at the phone with alarm, and he said, One sound from you and Ill kick out your teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He put his hands to his lips again and went to the phone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Taking a deep breath, he picked up the receiver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Hello?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Oh, hi, honey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Oh, not much, just a little work<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Oh, OK.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Take your time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I have plenty here to keep me occupied until then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Yeah, me too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Have fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He hung up with a new smile on his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You were saying? he asked as he walked back over to the prostrate woman on the rug.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked at him with renewed fear, and kept her tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Do you have any ID on you? he asked, and he began to check her where pockets usually were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She had only one pocket, and it was empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He continued to search her form, rubbing his hands up and down her legs as though to see if she had any weapons hidden under her skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The tape on her legs got in the way a bit, so he shifted his attention to her torso, searching her stomach and waist first, then moving to her shorts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He checked the hem and slipped his fingers slightly under the material, discovering only that she wore no panties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He tugged on a pubic hair he found in there, but didnt pull it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She twitched and was still again, watching him closely.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">His search went on, moving up her torso to her breasts, where he felt around thoroughly, pinching the nipples gently as his finished each side. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span>They stiffened noticeably and she sucked her breath in with embarrassment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He moved on up to her throat, wrapping his hands completely around her neck and giving a little squeeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He cleared the hair from around her face and looked into her eyes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She was frightened, but calm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes were large, and they gave her a look of beauty that he hadnt noticed before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He looked deeply into her eyes and said, You know, we have all day now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I for one am going to enjoy this time we have together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I feel like hurting you real bad, but I have never hit a woman before and if you behave, I wont hit you again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But give me the least amount of trouble, and Ill remember just how we met.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He arched his eyebrows, inviting a response, and she said in a barely audible voice, yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Yes, what, he asked, and she shook her head vigorously and said yes, I understand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Ill not give you any more trouble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He smiled and relaxed a bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What shall I do with you? he asked again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I thought you already had your mind made up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I mean<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He peered down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Pretty tempting, I must say, he replied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I think that I will use you, but I am just trying to figure out how.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I dont think Ill put my dick in your mouth, at least not until you soften up a bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I sense the hard edge in you even like this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He indicated her hopeless position.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I dont feel much like jerking off, and I surely dont want any diseases you might be host to, so I am trying to figure out whether to fuck you in the ass or shove a piece of firewood up your pussy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She started, and struggled a bit, but the tape held her tight, and she stopped her struggling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her face screwed up and she looked as though she were about to cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She sobbed, Mister, please!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I dont know what caused me to do you like that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I, I and again he shushed her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I dont care what you think right now, honey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>You came into my house, his anger rising, and pointed this GUN in my face, and NOW you are going to PAY for it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pushed her onto her stomach, took the scissors and cut the material of her halter so that it flipped apart and lay on the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He picker her up by the arm, turned her over, and pulled the useless cloth off her torso.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her breasts fell free, and drooped slightly off to each side. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span>The nipples were hard and she was panting like a frightened animal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He dropped the gun, then stooped and grabbed one breast and squeezed it hard, but not rough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She sobbed again, starting to cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He put his hand over her mouth, to limit her noise and breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He knelt on the floor next to her, saying If you bite me, I will knock your teeth out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pushed her head back to the floor and lowered his head to her breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He nuzzled the sides, the bottom, and then the nipple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He bit it , and tasted the sweet sweat of activity and of fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He sucked hard on the nipple, and she began struggling underneath him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He shifted to the other breast, biting and sucking on it with increasing rapacity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He moved his hands, one from her mouth to her neck, the other from her breast to her crotch, and dug his hand in between her thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The tape would not allow him to spread her legs, so he dug down and caressed her crotch with the edge of his hand, all the while sloppily sucking and biting her breasts, first one, then the other.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He felt her swallow repeatedly under his hand, and he looked up at her face and saw a new look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She appeared dreamy, and her breath came in gasps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lifted up and turned her onto her side, away from him, and plunged his hand back between her upper thighs again from the rear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He slipped his other arm underneath her and grabbed her breast from underneath, resting his head on her shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He watched the side of her face as his hand explored the moistening crotch of his prisoner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He was rewarded with her slightly open mouth, increased panting, and reddening cheeks, and he increased the pressure and frequency of his hand movements.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She finally groaned, and he slipped his hands out from their spots, picked up the scissors, and cut the tape that held her knees and legs together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He then cut the material of her shorts on one side, peeled them off of her ass, and pushed them down one leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lifted her ass into the air so she was on her knees, her head still on the rug.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He spread her knees apart and plunged his hardon deep into her cunt in a rush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She did not scream, but the breath left her lungs with a whoosh!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was extremely wet, and her pussy was inviting as he plunged into her repeatedly, the sweat now dripping off his brow.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He pounded her cunt from behind until finally she did scream, bucking in paroxysms of lust.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stilled, and she fell off his cock onto her face and laid on the rug, legs spread, ass in the air, loosing her juices over her thigh and panting in her bonds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stood up, his hard cock swinging around, and he spotted the brunette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was still on the floor, and was staring at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He looked into her eyes, and she glanced from him to her partner and back again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He walked over to her, picked her up and deposited her on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stepped in close and slapped her twice across the eyes with his cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Your turn is coming, dearie, he said, and he walked over to his desk and looked in several drawers before he found what he was looking for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Condoms, left over from before he had his vasectomy, finally useful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Hed often wondered why hed saved them, as fooling around was always the furthest thing from his mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He tore open a package and clumsily slipped one on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His cock was rock hard, and no little inconvenience was going to disturb the feeling today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The feel of the material on his already glistening cock was soft, even silky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He walked past the brunette, rod extended, then stopped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He went back to her and placed the cock in front of her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lightly rubbed the tip against the tape that covered her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes grew large with fright as he smiled and chuckled as he wiped the sheathed tool back and forth across the tape and over her eyes and around the curve of her chin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He then turned his back on her and returned to the blonde on the floor.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She hadnt moved, and he moved in behind her, steadied her ass with both hands, positioned his cock against her ass and pushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She moaned and tried to move away, but he held her tightly in position and pushed again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His tool penetrated slightly into her tight ass, which was not too dry and far from virgin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He moved slightly in and out, a little back and forth, lubricating his path with the juice of her spent pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She struggled a bit at first, trying in vain to move away from the onslaught.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stopped his sideward movements and slowly pressed the tip of his cock harder and harder against her anus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She moaned a sound of defeat, then relaxed and accepted more of his hard on into the canal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pushed again and was halfway in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She again tried to wiggle away, but her struggle succeeded in only taking more of his cock in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He was having fun now, and pushed again, causing a louder moan and more struggling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He held her tight though, and she wiggled and strained in vain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He released her hips and moved his hands to the cheeks of her ass now, pulling them farther apart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His cock continued to slide inward, until he was almost completely inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He began to pump now, slow and fine, feeling the tight walls of her anus stroking his shaft as he moved in and out and in again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The feeling was incredible, and he laid his head back and penetrated fully into the blonde ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Pumping her now, he began to get excited, and picked up the pace, banging his balls against her cunt lips, which were soaking and dripping onto him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Noticing this, he remembered fucking her pussy, without any protection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He remembered what was going on here, and his anger returned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He began to seriously fuck her ass now, hard and deep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>On each stroke, he plunged all the way into that tight hole and pulled out until the tip of his cock was clamped in her outside muscles, then he stuffed her full again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The intensity of the sensation on his cock only grew, but he remained in full control and hard as a rock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The blondes ass grew weary of the fight and relaxed noticeably, and as her cunt juices worked their way into the tight crack, it opened up even more and he began to feel like he was being swallowed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The thought caught in his mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul rammed his cock in again as deep and hard as he could, pulling her to him fiercely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He ground against her, fully embedded in her loosening ass, and saw her hands, still tightly bound behind her back, clutching at the air in front of his belly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He bent down and took a finger into his mouth and bit gently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She moaned, and the other fingers on her hands touched his face, smoothly caressing his cheek and chin.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He pulled out of her slowly, now being gentle so as not to rip the lips that clutched at the tip of his cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her ass made a sucking sound as he popped out, still hard and now glistening with many different juices from inside this blonde bandit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She slumped again, and he pushed her over onto her side, then turned his head to the little brunette on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes were wider than ever now, and she stared at him in obvious terror as he rose and walked toward her his stiff member, covered with a thoroughly soiled condom, leading the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She whimpered behind the tape gag, and wiggled her torso and legs in attempt to evade her fate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Paul pulled the condom off his cock, then stooped to pick up the gun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He walked up close so her face was level with his hanging balls and looked down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes were fixed on the stiff cock above her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He wanted to see the tears start, but she only stared at his cock and breathed heavily through her nose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul looked in her eyes and saw no fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Are you ready? he asked, and she gulped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pulled the edge of the tape from her cheek, and it came off easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her sweat had softened the hard glue on the duct tape and left him a simple job of peeling away the gray fabric, revealing full red lips that partially covered slightly crooked, pearly white teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked up at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes were green and gray, luminous and large, and they followed every movement in his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stepped in closer, offering his now semi-hard dick, and her gaze lowered to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She strained to reach up with her mouth and failed, causing him to lean in closer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This time, she reached the it with her outstretched tongue and brushed the tip with a long, slow lick like she was starting on an ice cream cone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He lifted one leg onto the couch and leaned in more, placing his hand on the back of her head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She winced, and he withdrew his hand for a moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He placed it again a little to the side of her head, and she flinched, but then nodded, and he sank his stiffening cock into her soft and welcoming mouth.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He pushed in a way, then pulled out, then in again a little deeper, and she took it in without complaint, seemingly even without effort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her tongue trailed around the head on the way in, and the shaft on the way out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She obviously knew what she was doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He shifted his weight forward, and setting the gun on the edge of the couch he placed his other hand on her shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Now holding her closely in his hand, he sank his cock into her mouth to the hilt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Her face disappeared into the bush above his genitals, and she bit him lightly to signal that he was, well, maybe a bit too deep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He withdrew and she gasped, Look out!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He turned to see the blonde on her knees, looking at him with apparent hatred and bent on some sort of revenge for his earlier abuse of her holes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He stood up and walked swiftly to the blonde, knocking her over with his foot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She fell in a heap onto her back, and he sat on her middle and retied her legs and knees together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He then dragged her up by her armpit and placed her on the couch next to her accomplice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He raised his hand to backhand her across her face, but she turned away and fell into the cushions, her face hidden from his hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He reached over the brunette and grasped the blonde hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She resisted as he pulled her face away from the cushions to look into those blue eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He reached over with both hands now, and sat her up straight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He felt a caress on his cock as he leaned over, and looked down to find the brunette had found his cock again with her mouth and was trying to take it in as he struggled with the blonde.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Paul laughed aloud and released the blondes hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He put his hands on the sides of the brunettes head and adjusted his stance to let her take more of his cock into her mouth and throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This she did, and he moved her head back and forth with his hands, massaging his cock in the silky softness of her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was sucking deep, and when he pulled almost out of her mouth, she strained forward to take it back in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He obliged her by shoving deep into her throat and holding it there, eliciting another little bite on the base of his cock, whereupon he withdrew a little, allowing her to caress the shaft with her tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>This was a new sensation, and he drew in his breath and pulled on her ears a little, indicating his pleasure at these ministrations.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He glanced over at the blonde, who was sitting in the corner of the couch watching them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She was biting her lip, face flushed and glowing, as she watched her partner suck away on his stiff prick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As he churned the butter in the brunettes mouth he asked, Do you two fuck each other as well?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The blonde started as she noticed his attention for the first time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>The brunette moaned beneath the press of his cock in her mouth and throat, and he pushed in deep again to silence her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It worked, and she went back to sucking and caressing his cock with her practiced tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He turned again to the blonde, who looked up at him and said, Yeah, sometimes we get it on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But not like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She doesnt usually like men much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He looked back at the brunette, who arched her eyebrows and shrugged, then went back to her work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He laughed, and intensified the pumping of his hips some, slipping in and out of her throat with ease now as she loosened and began to take him in deeper and longer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He asked the blonde, What is your name? and she finally answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Veronica.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>But everyone calls me Roni.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>My friend over there, who cant speak for herself, is Sally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Sally bit him again, to let him know she was paying attention, even though she had nothing to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Ouch, Sally!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Stop that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Turning again to Roni, he asked, Hows your ass?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked at him halfway between amused and annoyed, and then looked away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>M-mm-ph! said Sally, and he turned again to her and pulled gently on her ears, driving his cock deeper into her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She bit a little harder this time, and pulled away as he pulled back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Hey, why dont you fuck me now! she cried as soon as his cock passed her lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He grabbed her ears again, drawing her back to him and said, Because I am having too good a time this way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He rammed his meat into her mouth, pulling her ears until he was deep in her throat and her face was pressed up against his pubic hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She struggled to get some air, but did not bite him this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>So, he thought, she likes it on the rough side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pulled and pushed, his ardor rising with each stroke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She accepted each thrust, opening fully to take him all the way in and releasing him for each counterthrust.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He felt the cum rising in his balls, and he pulled slowly out of her and smiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She looked excitedly at him and tried to rise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Being thoroughly tied, she only succeeded in falling over, her face falling into Ronis lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Sally laughed, and Paul picked up the scissors and cut the bonds on her legs and knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He cut the bonds on her arms and wrists, to her surprise, but immediately flipped her on her tummy and tied them again, this time tightly to Ronis wrists.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He gave her a slap on the ass, which elicited a squeak, and knelt down to get on with the business of her cunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Roni, meanwhile, lifted her hands up, drawing Sally with them, until Sallys face was level with Ronis breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Roni apparently had ideas of her own in this tangled trio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul remembered, and standing up, went to the desk for another condom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Sally by now had buried her face in Ronis chest and was licking the side of her breast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul knelt behind Sally again, put on the condom, and lined up on her cunt.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He grabbed Sallys hips and pushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His initial thrust easily entered her wet hole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He held back from fully penetrating her and stroked lightly back and forth a few times, watching Ronis face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Roni was intent on Sally and was cooing at her, encouraging Sally to move her lips up to the nipple of Ronis breast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Roni moved her hands down again and as Paul thrust into Sally, Sallys weight pushed her face into Ronis breast again and again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Ronis hands by this time were at crotch level, and she sought out and found Pauls balls as they slapped gently against Sallys venus mound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Roni caught hold of them, and now Paul could not pull back as far as he had been.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>At the same time, he felt Sallys cunt muscles squeezing him and drawing him in deeper inside her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This was nearly too much for him he pushed in further, pausing deep inside her before withdrawing a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Each thrust seemed deeper than the last and with Ronis grasp on his sac he was unable to pull out at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Sallys muscles pulled and stroked him, Ronis hands caressed and held him, and the room started to spin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He knew he was done, that nothing could stop the coming explosion, and he began to ram home with a purpose now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He fucked Sally hard, and she fucked him back harder, and Roni was in the midst of it, her hands glistening and slippery with the juices of Sallys cunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He had pushed Sally some much that her breasts were now even with Ronis mouth, and Roni lapped at them as they brushed her face on each stroke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Paul began to moan, his gorge rising, and he was fairly screaming when Roni pulled his balls hard with one hand while the other crept under his sac and reached for his ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He began spilling his load the moment that Ronis middle finger penetrated his anus and dove deep into him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The orgasm was unlike anything hed ever experienced, and he continued to come for what seemed like hours, his stiff prick emptying its load while Roni prodded his ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>At last his cock began to slump inside Sally and he drew back some.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Roni still had a grip on his balls and wasnt letting go, so he reached down and took her wrist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He pried her hand off his sac and in so doing, pulled her finger out of his asshole, making a new sensation and momentarily re-energizing his flaccid cock.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sally, lying almost over Ronis shoulder by now, moaned a bit and turned her head to see what he was up to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>His brief hardness faded, and he tried to stand up, extracting his member from Sallys pussy but leaving in the slippery and soiled condom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>He stood up, picked up the gun, and stumbled out of the room to wash.</p> </body> </html>

Oh, Sister! - Chapter 4 That evening seemed the longest in Becky's memory. Longer than even Christmas Eve when she was a kid. She knew she'd be screwing with Vic again as soon as it was safe to do so and she waited impatiently for their parents to retire after supper. During the meal she and Vic had kept exchanging glances like secret lovers, which, she supposed, they were. She had barely been able to supress winking at him, thinking mainly of how puzzled her mother would be at this odd action. Vic looked at times as though he were supressing a grin but they made through the meal without exacting comment. After supper they had both washed the pots and dishes that wouldn't go into the dishwasher. The close proximity of this task let them cop a few surreptitious feels. Becky had "accidently" filled one of Vic's hands with a breast when she reached up and over for a dishtowel in the cupboard and Vic had cupped one ass cheek a moment when he passed behind her. All of them then watched the annual broadcast of The Nutcracker and they managed to get squeezed together on the couch. Becky watched the final waltz with rising anticipation for she knew both her parents usually went to bed right after the program was over. Sure enough, as the dancers were taking their bows and the credits rolled, both of them yawned, got up, and started up the stairs. "Stay up as late as you like. We don't have anything scheduled until tomorrow afternoon when we visit Aunt Marge and Uncle Milt." "O.K., Mom," came from the two of them, who hadn't moved apart on the couch. "An hour," mouthed Vic silently and Becky nodded assent. They managed not to get into a necking session while they were waiting, just in case someone should come down again. Finally, the end of the local news signaled that an hour had passed and they started up the stairs. Becky trembled as she led the way up and it was obvious Vic was also impatient. He suddenly took advantage of his position to slide a hand up her dress and cup her ass in earnest this time. Becky shuddered slightly with anticipation as she felt the warmth of his hand so high up. They went down the hall to Vic's bedroom, further from the master bedroom than Becky's room was, and closed the door behind them. Immediately they embraced, caressing each other from shoulder to ass as they clung together. Vic then started unbuttoning Becky's dress, working his way from the bottom up the back. When he was done, he unbuttoned her sleeves and pulled the upper part of the garment forward and down so that it hung from her waist. Becky, anticipating this moment when she dressed for dinner that evening, had chosen the sexiest, flimsiest excuse for a bra in her collection. Very low cut, the cups exposed her breasts almost down to the nipples, which were clearly visible anyway through the black lace covering them. Vic massaged the warm mounds and felt both nips instantly erect through the thin covering. Excitedly, he made short work of unfastening the catch at the back and pulling the confining undergarment off so her tits bounced free and settled in their unsupported position. Vic undid the belt at his sister's waist and pulled her dress over her hips and let it drop to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, he helped her step out of the heap of her dress, then pulled off her shoes. He reached behind her to hook his thumbs under the elastic on her white satin half-slip and slid them around and down, pulling the slip over her hips and copping a feel of her ass at the same time. Becky stepped out of her slip and stood before her brother in only her panties. Anticipating again, she had left off her panty-hose. This last undergarment was a match for her now-discarded brassiere. Made of the same black lace, it was little more than a G-string. Becky pirouetted slowly in front of her kneeling brother so he could get the full effect. The back made only a token attempt to cover her ass cheeks and the front was totally inadequate for hiding her bush. Curls of the brown hair peeped out of the top and either side of the sheer lace delta that was over her sex. The elastic bands around her hips were about the width of a shoelace. "Boy-oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boy," Vic managed to get out. "You sure don't dress like a sister." "This is the first time I've worn them since I bought them six months ago," Becky said. "They were eighty bucks--ever notice how the price goes up on these things as the area covered shrinks--and I never felt the occasion for them was right until now. Like them?" "Yeah, but I like the contents better. You'd better peel them off yourself. I'd probably tear them in a wild frenzy," her brother leered. "O.K." she replied, and turned her back to her brother. She took her time to work the taut elastic strings past the swell of her hips, then slipped the weightless bit of lace to the floor in one graceful movement. Vic got a glimpse of the coral groove in his sister's crotch before she straightened up again. Vic got to his feet and drank in her form as she turned around again. Becky could tell he was aroused by the bulge in his pants. She made a token attempt to cover her sex with her hand. "I feel funny," she said. "You've got your clothes on and I'm prancing around nude." "You can fix that easily," Vic retorted and waited for his sister to strip him. She approached, embraced, and kissed him. He put his hands on her waist then slid them down to cup the soft twin hemispheres of her ass and press his sister's loins into his. Supported by his grip, Becky leaned back and unbuttoned Vic's shirt. As she worked her way downward he enjoyed the view of her jiggling breasts and just a glimpse of the top of her muff pressed firmly against the erect shaft of his penis, rigid under layers of cloth. Finished with the buttons, Becky made a motion to step back and Vic released her. She quickly pulled the tails of the open shirt out of his pants and stripped it from his body, then did the same with his tee-shirt. Becky stepped closer again to her now topless brother and swayed her shoulders so that first one tit, then the other brushed against his chest. Her nipples instantly erected and Vic could feel them brushing him like firm little erasers. "Stop tantalizing me," he demanded and swept her into his embrace to kiss her again. The kiss was much deeper this time and they both opened their mouths to take in and be taken by the other. Not breaking the kiss, Vic turned his sister slightly in his arms and supported her shoulders with one arm as he bore her back. She clung to his shoulders as with his free hand he played with her lolling boobs, massaging the soft girl-flesh and strumming both puckered nipples with his thumb. He then swiftly went south and cupped his sister's love mound, prominently displayed by her arched back. "Mmmmm . . ." she murmured appreciatively through the still unbroken kiss and spread her knees as he massaged the hair- covered erotic flesh. He worked his hand deep between Becky's thighs until they passed her clitoris and reached the bare inner lips of her cunt. They were already damp with anticipation and gently he worked the pink flanges apart, then sank his middle finger deep into her canal. Becky's knees felt weak as her brother's probing digit penetrated her to the first knuckle. It was only a minor sample of what was to come, she knew, but it was enough to bring her to a small climax. She broke the kiss and sighed as she bucked her clit three times against his palm. "Oh, Vic." she finally got out. "I can barely stand." "You're already bare," Vic joked. "And as for standing, that's not necessary for the next step. He set his sister back upright and eased her down to a kneeling position. She was eye level with his bulging crotch and she looked at it longingly before bending down to his feet. "Men with shoes and no pants look silly," she commented as she slipped off his loafers. "How would you know," Vic retorted but shifted to help her as she peeled off his socks. Done with the mundane, Becky returned to the top of Vic's trousers to unbuckle his belt. Vic enjoyed watching his sister's tits bobble as she pulled the leather strap free of the loops in his pants and tossed it aside with a soft clank. His hands itched to feel them again. Becky caressed Vic's cock, then undid the snap of his pants. She pulled down the zipper and, purposefully averting her gaze, spread the concealing garment open and slipped it to the floor. She thrilled to Vic's touch on her shoulder as he steadied himself while stepping out of the heap around his ankles, then slowly raised her eyes to her brother's loins. He had worn briefs that were almost entirely made of blue fishnet. The netting did little to conceal the pale flesh it contained, and only a strip of opaque cloth kept his cock from her view, and the tautness of it highlighted every detail of the rigid sex organ it contained. The rounded twin bulge at the bottom disclosed where his balls rested in their hairy sac. Becky's heart bumped as she realized that they were where her brother stored the sperm he would soon be pumping into her. She imagined the hot cream making its round-about journey deep into his body, then pausing at the base of his penis before making its final rush. Despite the cloth, she could make out the tube of his urethra and her eyes traveled up the vertical length of his cock as she thought of the fraction of a second his semen was going to take spurting up those eight inches as he ejaculated. She could make out the clefted underside of his cockhead and remembered how it felt scraping her quivering cunt. Vic was obviously thinking the same thoughts for the blue cloth at the tip of his pole was stained dark by the sex-fluids he was already seeping. More of the thick, transparent syrup welled through the cloth as she watched. "Sexy," she breathed, and made a circuit on her knees around her brother, taking in his form. The briefs were, indeed, entirely fishnet except for the modest strip encasing his penis and balls. The rest of him was visible through the open weave of the netting, a tactic that served only to enhance his near-nudity. When Becky reached Vic's backside, she studied for a moment her brother's ass, the same ass she had looked at so longingly just two nights before. She could never have dreamed, then, that they would be so enticingly close. Becky took advantage of the closeness and filled a hand with one of his ass cheeks. The warm flesh quivered in her palm as Vic shuddered under his sister's touch. Becky completed her tour and returned to the front of Vic. The wet spot at his cock tip was bigger than ever; a circle more than two inches in diameter was stained dark. Becky was suddenly overcome. "I can't wait any more," she cried, and vigorously tugged down at the top of the insubstantial underwear. "No! Wait! Hey! Ow!" Vic exclaimed as the elastic waistband inevitably caught at the base of his cock, forcing it downward as Becky yanked. He backed hastily out of his sister's reach and stood there a moment. His tool was entangled in the briefs and forced horizontal. It stuck out rigidly and he bent forward at the waist to reduce the discomfort. Rearranging things back to normal he said, "Let me show you how to unpeel a hard-on." "I'm sorry," Becky said meekly. "'s O.K.," Vic replied and got within range again. "How were you supposed to know? Here: Push my dick flat against my belly." Becky did so and he continued. "Now, pull down on the front until the head's exposed . . . Now you can let go and yank." Becky obeyed, tugging Vic's last garment down to his knees and watched in admiration as her brother's stiffened sexual apparatus sprang out into the open and settled down to a forty- five degree salute before her eyes. She clapped once gleefully, like a little girl. Vic restored his underwear to its original position and went on. "If the flying phallus is too startling," he said, "you can also do it the sexy way. Reach inside and grasp my cock." Becky pulled the briefs open with one hand and reached in to fill her hand with Vic's penis. As she closed on the warm and rigid man-meat, it pulsed in her hand and more pre-coital fluids emerged to lubricate her palm where it enclosed his nut. She slowly jacked her hand up and down his penile shaft. "Na--now peel the shorts da--down," Vic continued, plainly distracted. She again exposed her brother's cock. The few gentle strokes she had given it had made it redder, larger, and harder than before. She dropped the weightless briefs unnoticed to the floor and studied the cock that had deflowered her scarcely twenty-four hours before. Becky found it amazing that such a huge, gristly piece of stiff flesh could have pierced her virginal hole without splitting her in two. She remembered how it had pulsated against the walls of her pussy as it spat its load of thick jism into her body. As if it could read her mind, Vic's penis suddenly twitched and exuded another drop of pre-coital fluid. The clear liquid beaded up at the eye in his penis, magnifying the tiny slit it had just emerged from. As if hypnotized, Becky approached the transparent gem on the end of her brother's cock. Vic watched breathless as she drew nearer. Becky suddenly flicked her tongue to collect the droplet. Vic's cock quivered and his knees nearly buckled as the touch his sister's tongue sent sparks flying down his penis, up his spine, and into his brain. Becky analyzed the tiny sample in her mouth. It felt thick and tasted a bit salty. Yet there was something more. Vic himself, she supposed. She went back for another sample. Her brother's cock head filled her mouth and felt warm and velvety. She sucked hard and was rewarded as a larger sample of sex-fluid was drawn out. "Yep," she thought to herself. "It's Vic, alright. The stuff tasted like he smelled after sweating, but before he got all stinky. Vic had watched as Becky engulfed the head of his prick. The sight of his sister sucking his cock was nearly enough to send him over the edge to orgasm and she got several more samples as he struggled to keep his pulsing penis under control. "Oh, stop, Sis, stop!" he implored and she immediately turned him loose. "I don't want to cum yet," he said, "Not 'till we've fucked." "That was neat!" Becky exclaimed. "People should do it!" She had somehow missed hearing about oral sex. "Um, people do all the time," replied Vic, perplexed at this sudden hole in his sister's sexual knowledge. "Oh." Sensing her embarrassment he quickly went on. "Hey, a virgin isn't supposed to know everything. Here, let me show you how its done the other way." He helped her to her feet and over to the bed where she sat, her ass just on the edge. He laid her flat with her feet still on the floor, knees still together. Vic then knelt in front of his sister's knees and slowly drew them apart. Becky felt a thrill go through her as she thought of how her most private areas were being displayed to her brother. Vic thrilled, too, as Becky's genitalia unveiled themselves one step at a time. Once again, her meaty, hairless labia majora kept closed as if guarding their little sisters and the chamber of delights they flanked. As he continued to widen the distance between her thighs, though, they suddenly gave up and parted to reveal all at once the thin, wrinkled pinkness of her labia minora on either side and the fleshy clitoral sheath, in the same shade of pink, at the top. Becky's love button had not yet come out to play but Vic, by the way the end of the hood gaped open slightly, knew it was lurking just out of sight, waiting to be coaxed. Vic leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and touched it to the hollow end of that sheath. He paused as he felt Becky twitch slightly at the unfamiliar feeling of an oral organ on her sexual one. Then he pushed his lingual digit in until he found the convex stiffness of his sister's clit. She jumped again as he massaged the sensitive button and he felt it swell and surge forward as if eager to receive his caresses. When her clitoris stopped growing, he used his lips to push back its protective hood and sucked powerfully to draw it deeply into his mouth. Becky gnawed the heel of her palm to keep from screaming with delight as she felt her brother simultaneously suckle her electrified joy buzzer and swirl his tongue around its sensitized head. He was even nibbling--ever so lightly--on the hardened shaft just behind. The powerfully erotic sensations he was eliciting made her powerless--she would have agreed, at that moment, to anything her brother proposed. She could feel her love lubricants forming deep within her vagina. When her brother started jacking up and down the length of her clit with his lips while vigorously attacking the tingling tip, she almost immediately climaxed. She went rigid and grabbed the back of his head to ruffle his hair as the waves of pleasure washed over her once again. Vic paid no attention but kept on suckling, keeping her orgasm going as long as possible before the inevitable relaxation. When he at last felt his cheek muscles getting tired and his pursed lips stiffen, Vic relinquished his grip on Becky's sexual center and drew back to admire his work. The engorged organ stood out a good half-inch like a midget penis until the enclosing sheath crept down to its normal position to hide all but the tip, which pulsed visibly. "That was lesson number one," he said. "There's more? God, how could I stand it?" his sister asked in wonder. "Oh, I just started out with a--if you'll pardon the expression--bang," he explained. "Next I'll lap your cunt. It feels very different, I'm told, but not nearly so powerful." He leaned forward again and regarded his sister's pussy gaping open before him. Her inner lips were definitely damper than a minute ago, but their ruffled, complex folds made it difficult to discern exactly where the entrance to her vagina was. He reached up and put one palm firmly on the hair covered bulge of her mons veneris and pushed rhythmically a few times on it to get her back in the mood. He then put both his index fingers on her love mound, at the top of her sexual cleft. Ever so slowly he moved them down, deeper between her thighs. They parted on either side of the clitoral ridge and wound up gliding on downward between her inner and outer cuntlips. Becky's thighs quivered uncontrollably as they slid through the slickened flesh. Vic paid no attention, but stopped when his fingers were at the point where her outer lips gaped the widest, then reached in with his thumbs to grasp the thin inner lips gently between them and his forefingers. As gently as dissecting a flower he teased the damp folds outward and apart, stretching the pliant lips until they, too, parted with a faintly wet sound to reveal the closed vestibule of her vaginal entrance. That loose, red slit, so recently broached by his penis, spasmed slightly as he watched and exuded a thick dollop of Becky's own lubricant. The musky scent of it wafted into his nostrils. Vic suddenly collected the slick woman-stuff on his tongue and savored the salty tang of it. Eagerly he went back for more. He rasped with his tongue the innermost folds of his sister's vulva. He probed deeply into the gushing well of her canal and drank in the ocean-like vital fluids he tapped there. He swirled his head around, flicking his tongue around the whole area, clit, lips, vulva, and all. Becky could feel the sexual arousal within her rising again and, when he speared deep into her pussy again, she had a second climax. "Vic was right," a small part of her mind analyzed somewhat brokenly in the throes of orgasm. "This one is gentler yet different than the clitoral climax a few minutes ago." Vic could plainly feel his sister cum. Her box pulsated against his plunging tongue in a vain attempt to hold the slippery intruder within her, and the savor of her juices suddenly tripled as more gushed out from within her. He eagerly drank down this eau de Becky as she relaxed a second time. "That was lesson number two," he said somewhat stiffly. His tongue was tired. "Is there another lesson?" she asked, wondering what it would be. Vic hesitated. What came into his mind he had never done before with anyone. It just hadn't come up. "What the hell," he decided. "She gave you her cherry . . . You owe her one!" He cleared his throat. "The next lesson is . . . analingus." With that he rolled Becky over so that her hips were bent at the edge of the bed with her knees on the floor. He put his hands on the round, resilient spheres of her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Becky obediently spread her knees, displaying the entire nether region between her thighs including, for the first time, the puckered brown orifice between her ass cheeks. The wet gash of her vagina was just visible below it and Vic bent his head low to lap another helping of sex-fluid from his sister's cunt. He then massaged the taut perineum just above with his tongue, wetting the entire crease copiously with his saliva. Ever so slowly, almost teasingly, he approached her asshole until he went around it a couple times, an inch from the closed sphincter. Then, continuing the circles, he suddenly closed the distance and rimmed the muscular ridges of his sister's anus. the taste was very faintly acrid, yet Beckyish, like her cunt juices. It wasn't nearly as bad as he had feared. Becky, for her part, was quite startled by the wet, muscular probings of her anal orifice--quite unlike anything she had felt there before. The feeling was compounded when he stopped swirling and probed the center of her back channel. "Oh!" she exclaimed with a start, then tried to relax. Vic felt her sphincter loosen as Becky got into his lingual treatment. He spread the quivering globes of her ass farther apart and probed deeper. It felt like he must be an inch up his sister's ass with his tongue, though it couldn't really be that deep. He closed his lips around the area and started sucking again. The muscular ring of resistance slipped another fraction up his tongue and Becky started moaning with passion. To her it felt as if her brother was trying to draw her innards out her ass, but it was highly erotic, just the same. Feeling as though his tongue was about to drop off, Vic finally broke his hold and drew back to regard the scene before him. Becky was panting excitedly and pumping her ass up and down with a faint sexual motion. The red inner lining of her asshole was visible as it winked at him. Wasting no time, he wet a finger in his mouth a moment, then screwed it full length up his sister's ass with a twisting motion. Becky gave a shuddering gasp as she was impaled, then started pumping her ass harder than ever. Vic plunged his digit in and out of her hot, tight rectum as if he were fucking her with a slender prick. Becky fucked right back and reached back to caress his hand as he plunged into her nether channel. "Oh Vic! It's so good--So good!" she reported in gasps, then, "Oh! I'm there! I'm cumming--I'm cummminggg!!!" She screamed into the pillow in front of her as her third orgasm took her. Vic could feel the firm squeezings she gave his penetrating digit and kept ramming it into her anus. Finally she relaxed again and he pulled it out of her with a slight sucking sound. He climbed up on the bed and lay on his side next to Becky. He had been fully aroused by his sister's three climaxes and his erect cock poked stiffly into her side. Feeling the stiff man- meat, Becky rolled to face Vic and grabbed his prick to place it between their bodies. She undulated against her brother and felt his penis slide up and down, between pubis and navel. "Ummmmm, it feels so warm and hard,"she said suggestively. "I want to feel you in me again." "O.K." said Vic in a matter-of-fact voice, and put his arms around her only to roll back so that she lay full length on him. "You're on top, though. This time you fuck me!" Surprised, Becky lay still a moment, then grinned as she drew her legs up to wind up crouching on her brother, knees on either side of his chest. She raised up off his body and peered down between her dangling breasts. Vic's cock was completely erect and so rigid that it no longer lay on his belly but, instead, was raised off of it as if searching for her pussy. The one-eyed snake it bobbed up and down as he waited for her next move. Becky sat fully upright and slid a few inched backwards, carefully picking the right height so that her gaping pussy lips anointed her brother's shaft as they passed over it. When the underside of his penis, wet with her personal lubricant, appeared between her thighs, she rise up higher, grabbed the pulsing tool, and raised it more or less vertically. Holding her breath, she positioned the purple cock head at the dripping entrance of her honeypot, then deliberately relaxed her thighs and impaled herself on her brother. His penile shaft easily parted the clinging walls of her love canal to slide deeply into her. She gave a shuddering sigh of relief, a sigh that was echoed by Vic, as the now-familiar full feeling in her cunt returned. She was beginning to feel incomplete without being stuffed by a man's cock. Becky looked down at where their genitals joined and noticed, like her brother, that their intermingled pubic hair was identical in color. "God! It feels good to have you in me!" she exclaimed. "I'm finding the feeling pretty addictive myself," replied Vic. "Start humping; I need to cum." Becky raised up to expose a few inches of Vic's cock, shiny with her juices, then relaxed to let it slide back in. She slowly repeated the actions, then ever so slowly, began to accelerate. Each time the blunt cock head drove into her was like the first time. It thrilled her to know that she was now in charge. She was in control of how fast and how deep the knobbed invader penetrated her body. She liked the feeling of being in command. Vic, for his part, was fascinated by the sight of his sister's bobbing breasts. With each stroke, the gorgeous pair of pendulous boobs before his eyes gyrated and rippled sexily. He reached out with both hands and began to play with the soft, pliant girlflesh. He gathered a handful in both hands and held the warm tits still, so that her humping disturbed only their roots. He held his palms flat so that her bullet-like nipples rubbed them as they were yanked up and down. He grabbed her nipples between thumb and forefinger so that only they were held still and Becky's beautiful breasts oscillated about their tips. All these ministrations redoubled Becky's pleasure as she bounced up and down on her brother's pole. She started moaning and cupped her tits as she leaned forward. Vic took the hint and latched onto one nipple with his mouth. He suckled the protuberant erotic flesh in time with her thrusts. The electric feeling from her tit met the charge coming up from her cunt and they both continued upward to flood her brain. Becky pulled back to break Vic's sucking grip, leaned forward, and looked down again at where she was pounding his loins with a near-wild frenzy. Her pussy-juice, whipped into a foam, had collected at the base of his rigid shaft and more was being added with each thrust. "Oh, Becky! Oh Becky!" he started to murmur, and caressed the back of her head. He was on the verge of cumming. Taken with a sudden idea, Becky thrust a couple of times more until she could feel Vic's thighs trembling. Just as he started clutching her shoulders spasmodically she gave one last, extra deep thrust, then raised up higher so that her brother's penis disengaged from her cunt. It fell with a quivering wet plop against his belly for a moment, then raised up blindly. "What are you doing?" Vic demanded. "I was---aaahhhhh!" She had timed it perfectly. Vic's orgasm hit him and he threw his head back in a moan. His cock quivered again and spat a solid stream of semen as she watched. The hot jism caught her square on the face and she ducked, blinking the clinging, translucent fluid out of her eyes. The pungent smell of her brother's seed filled her nostrils. Vic ejaculated again with a little less force. The white jet arced inches into the air and spattered on his chest, forming a wet puddle between his flat nipples. The third and forth bolts spurt from the slit in Vic's penis like clockwork, each landing a little shorter on his chest and belly, but with all the volume of the first sample. By the fifth spasm, though, Vic was beginning to run low on ammunition, and the thick, white cream was scarcely a quarter the volume of the first blasts. His cock was beginning to diminish too, and the sixth and seventh pulses barely gushed out to wet his bush. Finally, one last charge welled out to slide down his reddened glans, and Vic's sexual apparatus lay in a wet, wrinkled heap in the matted hair of its nest. Vic opened his eyes to see the semen dripping off his sister's face. Becky grinned at him as she wiped some off her cheek with her finger. "Wh--why'd you do that?" he asked. "I've never seen a man cum before," she said. "I've felt you spurting inside me and wondered what it looked like." She regarded the jism clinging to her finger, then caught it on her tongue. It was as salty but even more flavorful than the pre-coital fluid she had tasted a few minutes before. "Mmmmm, good," she said teasingly. "But I never realized before how much you contained. Vic looked down at the puddles of his own cum adorning his front. They were beginning to run as they cooled. "Contained is right," he said. "Go get a towel or something. I can't move or I'll drip all over the place." "I've got something more fun than a towel," Becky replied and started licking up the mess. She climbed off her brother and knelt next to his supine body. Bending down she started at the pool highest up on his chest, pursing her lips to draw the salty cum-fluid into her mouth, then licking the area until she tasted just skin. She then moved down to the next puddle, then the next, then the next until she had reached Vic's pubic patch. Becky drew some of the matted sex fur in and washed it clean with her tongue and saliva. For the first time, she could taste the tang of her own juices that had leaked out when they had coupled. She slowly washed all of Vic's bush, scrupulously avoiding his cock; she was saving that for last. Vic lay silent during her ministrations, but caressed the back of her head and neck while she worked. When she was done, Becky again straddled her brother, but backwards so that she faced his crotch. His sex organ lay in soft, curled repose, the dried love juices forming a visible crust on the textured skin. Even his scrotum, dangling from the root of his cock, was coated with the evidence of their fucking. Meanwhile Vic was getting an eyeful of his sister's whole sexual apparatus--everything from her hair-covered love mound in the front to her intriguing, puckered anus in the valley between her round ass cheeks in the back. Becky leaned forward and took the whole soft mass of her brother's penis into her mouth. Her tang was very strong now, and there was no taste of his jism since his prick had not been anointed with its own ejaculation this time. She closed her lips at the base of the male appendage and sucked mightily. Vic's cock responded instantly and started to lengthen. Becky slid her mouth up and down the length of her brother's rod and each time she reached its' base, his glans pushed farther down her throat. Finally, it poked deeply and she choked. After that she took only what would fit into her mouth and covered less and less of the total length with each stroke. Vic's penis stopped lengthening and started growing more rigid. Becky could feel her jaws forced farther apart as the thick shaft of her brother's tool finished its erection. When he started squirming under her, she stopped suckling and turned her attention to the other half of his genitals. Becky urged Vic's knees up to his chest and apart so she could gain access to all of his loins. His hairy ballbag hung slackly from the root of his wet, turgid cock. The rounded mass of the two balls within dragged their double-lobed pouch down so that it almost hid his asshole from her view. Becky ran her tongue down one side of the wrinkled jewel purse, across the base, and up the other. She could feel Vic's balls shift as they responded to her tongue's touch. She then lavaged her brother's entire scrotum, darting her tongue around to lick the entire area, and drawing one ball at a time into her mouth to suck on it gently. Becky finished off by licking deep between his ass cheeks until she reached his anus. She copied his treatment of her there, circling his puckered asshole then probing it deeply with her tongue. Vic groaned with pleasure as she penetrated him. When her tongue tired, she stopped and gazed down at her brother again. Breathing heavily, he was fully aroused. His cock bounded slightly in the air and was seeping again from the piss-slit in the reddened nut. His balls had retracted slightly so his scrotum was a firm, round mass between his thighs. "Now for the next lesson," Becky said. "How to eat a man. Tell me what to do." "Well," her brother replied, "the head is the most sensitive. You can't go wrong putting most of your attention there." Becky complied by popping her brother's cockhead into her mouth and sucking busily. The heated flesh was softer than the firm rod it capped and she loved its texture under her tongue as she caressed it. After a couple of trips around, Becky probed the eye of her brother's penis, stretching the tiny orifice and probing the exquisitely sensitive tissues of his meatus. "Ah . . . yes," he managed to say. "Ru--run your tongue around the rim--that's it! Now play with the cleft on the underside. Oh, God, yes! Na--now pump up and down so it's like I'm fucking your mou--Yess! Tha--that's it except for licking the shaft and plu--playing with my balls . . . Nonng, nonng!" That plainly was all Vic was going to be able to say so Becky started rotating among the various techniques he had just told her. She suddenly felt him licking her own box as he reciprocated and they started a 69-contest to see who could bring the other to a climax first. Becky grasped her brother's cock at the base and rimmed the flange of his nut furiously. Suddenly, she felt his balls under her hand pop into his groin as his orgasm approached; she had never realized that they did that. She stopped a moment to look at the odd sight of Vic's wet penis and the empty sac at its root, then quickly plunged the turgid sex organ into her mouth to drive him over the brink. The spongy flesh of his glans touched the back of her throat with each stroke as she took as much of him as she could between her aching jaws. Becky felt her brother's cock pulse and got the first taste of cum fresh from his penis. It then started twitching in earnest as he spewed into her mouth. Becky desperately swallowed the thick, hot semen as he arched his hips to spurt his seed into her. Unable to keep up, she let a creamy white rivulet stream down his rigid shaft. The jets diminished in force and quantity as his climax ended. Becky sucked the last few drops out of Vic's cock, then finally turned it loose and swallowed the last mouthful of his jism. Instantly, Vic latched onto her clit. Drawing the erect female organ from its sheath, he suckled powerfully and tapped its head with his tongue. He even penetrated the first bit of her vulva with his nose. In seconds, Becky achieved her own climax. She gasped as once again the waves of her orgasm engulfed her. As they subsided, she crawled off her brother to lay beside him, and they caressed each other as they relaxed.

Feldare Tales - That Sinking Feeling by Mack the Knife In a flailing of arms and a loud and painful splash, Brannir, had fallen into the water. His ship had been rammed by a Theocracy war barge. As a rigger, he had been up in the sails, trying to shift them to turn the clumsy Coghlandish vessel from its course to avoid that occurrence. Obviously, they had failed. It had been a tight race, their ship was outmatched by the barge, but as they had started the inevitable struggle to try to outsail the oar-driven vessel of the Theocracy, a sleek black elven trimaran had heaved over the horizon, making great speed for the two ships. At that point, they had still been dueling for position. Nothing on the water was faster than trimarans, they had very shallow draft, and their pontoons, that they ran upon were shaped cunningly, to cut through the water like knife blades. However, the elven captain must have missed his mark to cut across the two ships bows and had instead rammed his incredibly fast vessel into the barge. Else the catapult-hurled fire buckets from the barge had managed to actually hit the helm of the elven ship, which Brannir though more likely. If that was so, the Theocracys captains celebration had been short-lived, for the elven ship had inflicted grievous damage to the barge, rending its hull deeply, but at the same time, driving the ship into the Raging Dragon, Brannirs vessel. Upon the impact, the Coghlander had been knocked from the rigging, and plummeted into the water. The three ships, now locked together were still being pushed along by the winds that blew northward. However, Brannir was being pushed southward by the prevailing currents in the waters. He was growing cold quickly, though, this water came from north of Coghland, itself, and was frigid with the arctics chill upon it. There was a deal of flotsam on the water, debris from the collisions. Chunks of oar, and even a pair of bodies of men, clad in black leather, with their heads sewn into black masks that covered all but their mouths and nostrils. Theocracy slaves, probably oarsmen for the massive banks of oars that drove that behemoth through the waters. As he searched for some floating thing large enough to get himself mostly out of the water upon, he came across another body floating. He swam to it and turned it over. It was a woman, an elven woman. Her skin was dark, though, not like the elves he had seen in the Windy Isles, back when he was a bodyguard for a Ghantian merchant. It was the color of burnished oak, a rich brown with golden sheen. As he looked at her, her eyes snapped opened, revealing a color of gray so light, they looked all white. She coughed water, and sputtering turned her eyes upon him. Her face twisted to a grimace of terror, and she began to yell in some unintelligible tongue. The next thing Brannir knew, he was almost thirty feet from her and decelerating, skipping over the water as it he were a stone hurled by a giant to skip upon his vast pond. He splashed to a stop, bobbing in the water, and the elf woman was regarding him warily. She seemed to blink a few times, then her expression changed subtly, she did not seem upset any longer, but a look of deep worry remained. She turned toward the ships, receding quickly from the two of them. She shouted something again, bringing a hand out of the water and smashing it back down in frustration. Brannir knew a curse when he heard it, no matter the language. She looked around herself, a slight expression of desperation in her features now. And then she started chanting, or singing. As he watch, she started to lift from the water, her body floating upward smoothly, as if being hoisted by invisible hands. She kept rising until her feet were clear of the blue-green waves. Then she looked at him again, and he felt himself being lifted as well, it felt to him like his whole body was being touched at once, and embraced by air. He was now also floating above the water. Only the highest crests of the waves beneath their feet reached their sodden shoes. He was relieved to be free of the chilling water, though, as it would have surely killed even a large figure, such as himself, in fairly short order. As he bobbed over the water, he felt himself moving, he was drifting toward the elf, like a dandelion seed on the wind. She was scantily clad, wearing only a loincloth, bound to her with a metallic-looking belt, and a very small tunic, that only covered her shoulders to just under her breasts. The loincloth was very narrow, and barely served to conceal her pubic mound, but he was little worried for ogling at the moment. Her face was a mask of concern, her very sharp features seemed rapt in concentration. He heard splashing and looked down to see boards and planks moving toward them in the water, and coming together under their feet. You will need to bind them together, Coghlander. She said. She was speaking Coghlandish, though it was accented with rich and musical tones. It was lovely, but very eerie. Brannir nodded and then fell into the water, as the unseen forces holding him aloft let him loose. He pulled his short knife from its scabbard, and began to cut the legs from his pants, a dicey endeavor when in the water, but he managed, as he was a good swimmer, and he was also again desperate to get out of the chilling ocean. He had good, nimble hands, used to working knots in cold air. The water complicated his efforts, but he managed to have the board lashed together in just a few short minutes. The resulting raft was tiny, but he thought it would hold them both afloat. He looked up and she smiled slightly, revealing perfect, but mahogany brown teeth, then her eyes closed and she collapsed into the water. With panicked strokes, he managed to swim to her and drag her back to the raft, and heaved her onto it. She was not petite like the elves he had seen in the Windy Isles, and he guessed she was his own height, or just shy of it. He feared at first she was dead, but she breathed as he slid her onto the rough wooden boards. He pulled himself onto the raft, and looked for their ships. He saw them, now two or more miles north, and still moving away. Smoke billowed from one or more of them, and there were sounds like distant thunder coming from the north, explosions that were surely mighty up close. The raft was not very secure, and flexed in the water. He moved about it and tightened the knots he had used to bind the boards and checked them again. It seemed a bit more stable now, and felt as if it would hold a while. As he finished and sat upon the planks, he looked at the elven woman again. She was pretty, he supposed, but very alien to his eyes. Her deep golden-brown skin was very smooth, and showed no hair. Her eyes slanted down from the outside slightly, reminding him a little of the women he had seen with Ghantian merchants from Niliwan. Her hair was maybe the most interesting feature, though. It seemed to have two totally separate colors. Black beneath and copper-hued on the top. The black hair was cut slightly longer, and formed a stripe around her head, about a hand wide. The copper hair rested over this like a cap. Both edges were cut perfectly evenly and straight, the black stripe terminating just above her shoulders. There were two long plaits in her hair, threaded intricately and subtly with strands of both black and copper interwoven, these were almost two feet long, and had shiny beads set into them, forming another pattern in the beads. She had no other ornamentation, however, no jewelry nor badges. He himself wore a pair of canvas trousers, as was common for sailors of his folk, and a linen shirt. He had high, heavy boots of brown leather on, and a belt matching them. He was a broad shouldered man, rather typical of the large Coghlanders. And he was tall, even among his own kind, standing almost six feet and six inches. He was not as burly as some of the warriors of his kind, but he possessed muscles hardened by constant work on the seas, and was a strong man. His own hair was a yellow blonde, and he wore a neatly trimmed beard and mustache of the same color, but slightly darker. As he watched the elf lie there, he found that he liked her appearance more and more. She was exotic, to be certain, but she was definitely female, and had a very nice and muscular body. She was well curved of hip and had, again unlike her western cousins, ample breasts. The main reason he knew she was elvenborn, rather than a type of human, was her ears, he could see their delicate points through her fine hair. He shook his head, and finally stopped staring at the elven woman. He looked about them, hoping to espy land. There was none in sight, and the ships, still billowing smoke, were beginning to sink into the waters, moving over the horizon. As he watched them he heard her speak. Thank you for removing me from the water, Coghlander. She said. He turned to look at her. She was sitting up, and regarding him with those nearly-white eyes. Then she, too, looked toward the receding ships, and her face fell. She now looked very worried, and very afraid. Im sorry, they moved away too fast. He said, looking rather crestfallen himself. Unless you can magic us to them? She shook her head slowly, and looked at him again. I cannot. She said, with a sound akin to resignation in her voice. He noticed her mouth did not move along with her words. She was not speaking his language, he realized, but was using magics again. This time to make herself understood by him. You must be a powerful magician. Brannir said, looking at her with awe in his gray eyes. Your abilities are impressive. She smiled at that. Were that they were more useful in our plight, however. She said. Brannir nodded at that. Aye. He said. Would that. The sun was now low in the sky and its bottom edge touched the waters to the west. It will be dark soon. She observed. It will grow cold. The Coghlander nodded again. Aye. He said simply. Then he said. My name is Brannir. Deciding that introductions were in order. She looked at him a moment. Desella. She said. I was the navigator on my ship. She nodded toward the north. The Thunder Wing. He nodded at that. Our vessel was the Raging Dragon. He said, also nodding to the north. I would like to thank your folk for trying to help. She laughed at that, a pretty sound, with an almost musical quality. We would not have shunned helping you, but we knew not you were there. The Black Thocracy barge obscured you from our sight. He chuckled as well. Well, we thank you anyway. We were badly outclassed by that barge. Brannir said. She nodded. The Raging Dragon was not large, I saw that much. She is not a warship? He looked at her. She is, but she is meant to operate in groups of similar vessels, formed into squadrons. He answered. The Dragon was making for Coghland for refit and crew rotation, we were surprised by the barge ourselves. She tilted her head a little. We had been seeking for that barge for days. It attacked one of our patrol vessels, several days ago, and sank her, only a handful of crew survived. She said, her eyes hard. He smiled at her. Perhaps our crewmates will scuttle her for us, by way of vengeance. She nodded, and gave her own wan, smile. Perhaps they will. However, that will avail you and I little. She glowered at the sun, almost beneath the waves for the night. He crawled to just before her, and sat facing her. Then he took off his shirt, and held it out to her. Please, put this on. He said. You will grow cold quickly in that slight outfit you are wearing. She took the shirt, and put it over herself. Thank you again. It is most generous of you. The shirt hung hugely on her, but would help keep her warm as the air chilled with the darkening of the sky. Two hours later, they had spoken little, and both were cold. It was barely full night, and the moon had just risen. The light it gave was sufficient for seeing vaguely. She was shivering, and he was near to it, despite his acclimatization to cooler weather, especially the bitter cold of Coghlands winters. She looked at him. Come, sit by me. She said softly. We may warm one another somewhat. He moved near to her and sat beside her. She put one of her long, slender arms around his waist and he did the same. His hand resting on her hip. She said. You are warm, Brannir. Your folk must be very hot-blooded. She smiled at him. He laughed at that. There are those that say we are. He said. Though I do not feel warm. She leaned into him a bit. I think, maybe, we should sleep. She said. The cold is not enough to hurt us greatly, I believe. He nodded. He did not think it was either, but it would be plenty cold enough to make them miserable. She scooted down to even out her weight on the raft as she laid down, and he laid beside her. She pushed up against him and muttered to herself. A warmth covered them, not much, but enough to feel. I am still amazed at your powers, Desella. Brannir said.. She smiled in the darkness. I am but a mere apprentice of the arts, Brannir. She said. His eyes widened. Then I imagine a master is amazing indeed. He said. Her enigmatic smile remained in place and she did not answer. After a few minutes, she was sleeping, though not well. He saw care still etched on her pretty, angular face. They were, truly in dire straights. Out of sight of land, with their own ships gone and engaged with an enemy vessel. Even if their comrades were victorious, there was little assurance they would turn about and come back for them. Their absence could well be ascribed to the fight, and not to falling overboard. As the night wore on, finally, Brannir fell into a fitful sleep, as well. When morning arrived, the sun peering over the eastern horizon and casting low shadows across the waters, Brannir awoke. The Desella was sitting, .her knees drawn up to her chin and was looking out over the water northward. He looked at her and he said. You seek for them with your mind? He had heard many, many tales of magicians and sorcerers and thought them all to have the same abilities. Many could reputedly seek people out with but a thought, and even spy upon them. She shook her head. I do not know the magics of seeking mens minds. She said, looked at him. You know little of magic. Is this so? She asked. He nodded. I admit that, Miss, I know almost nothing on it, except that I have heard in tales. He replied She inhaled deeply. Unlike some tales say, it is not capable of just anything to anyone at any time. She said, peered into his eyes. Every power is a separately learned formula, or skill, if you will. She smiled sourly. I never learned mind magics. The raft had loosened its bindings in the night, flexing over the waves as they bobbed in the water. He busied himself tightening them again, and using some more cloth he had still remaining to tie a couple of new lashes where larger gaps could be found in the planking. She watched him impassively. I grow thirsty. She said plainly. She looked at him. If our shipmates do not come back to us, we will not last long, perhaps only two days. He nodded. Aye. Without water, we may well die that quickly. He said, hen he added. If were very lucky. Her eyes showed sadness. You would measure your luck in lack of suffering? She asked. Brannir said. Aye Miss, I would. He glowered at the cold water. Death by starvation of exposure would be more painful, by far, than by dehydration, though it will not be pleasant either. She nodded to him. Agreed. She said. But let us not yet despair, for we are well enough and it has been but a single night. He chuckled, saying. Aye, Miss, this is true. He looked at her. And I have had many a shipmate not nearly so kind to my eyes. Her smile was beautiful, radiating from her in a aura. Well-spoken words for, as your people call you, a salty dog of the sea. She said. He laughed happily at those words. Do they call me that? He looked into the distance, toward the north, toward their ships, and coincidentally, toward both their homelands. Ill learn them a thing or three about calling me names. He murmured good-humoredly. She giggled at his mock anger, and put one slender hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to reach him. I, also, am glad to have a companion in this disaster for myself, though I wish it were not so, as well. Then she added. And that you have a sense of humor about you, makes it doubly so. He grinned at her, and noted that her arm smelled vaguely of spice. It was a nice smell, with a bit of fire mixed with subtle earthiness. That is a lovely scent you wear, Miss. He said. She smiled. So my folk have been told for many a long year. She held her forearm beneath his nose. It is our normal scent, Coghlander. He sniffed appreciatively and deeply. Then I am doubly fortunate, but you are now cursed. I smell not so appealingly after days at sea with but a barrel to wash out of. She sniffed the air gently, and said. I smell hard labor on you, and the sea, and I smell a bit of your anxiety over our peril. She looked at him. None of those are so bad, though the anxiety makes it somewhat disheartening. I must admit, I find your odor far less offensive than I was told it would be, should I be within touching distance of one of your kind. He chuckled. Well, I am glad then, for this vessel is a bit small for two people who cannot abide one anothers scent. She looked about them and then took off his shirt as the morning sun warmed them. Handing it back to him, she said, You will need this as the sun grows harsher in the day. She looked at his fair skin. I will not be harmed greatly by it, though your skin where you were covered looks like it would. He shrugged the tunic over his head and looked at her. I thank you, Miss. I was not going to ask for it back. He said quietly. She giggled. Besides, your well-muscled body was distracting me. She said, her smile was soft and warm, and her eyes, as well. He felt his loins stir at her kind words. Then thought that she was simply being kind in flirting with him so, and curbed his ardor. He looked at her body, though and said. Now I will be distracted, even more so. You are quite lovely, Miss. He said. She looked down, then smiled back at him. We seldom need more garmenting on our island. She shrugged. And on the ship, we enjoyed the benefits of a weather magician, who could keep the decks comfortably warm. I understand your people do not concern themselves in the affairs of men, how comes it you were among the isles? She looked at him carefully, with deep consideration. Then she said. We have decided that the Black Theocracy cannot be allowed to wax victorious on the Isles of the Crystals. She indicated east with her chin. They are dangerous enough as it stands, and to allow them unlimited access to the stones of power would make them a threat, even to our island. He nodded. I knew you had been in the area, and even heard other sailors tell of your ships attacking the black ships. He said. But I only somewhat believed it, to be honest. I thought it was but sailors tales, which can be taller than the masts on their vessels. He looked over the elven woman again. Obviously, I owe those gentlemen a drink for doubting their words. She giggled again. I suppose you do. Desella said. We have been lending what sea power we have to your cause, but it is not much. We do not build mighty sea vessels, and must acquire them from our kindred in the far west. She looked wistfully north. The Thunder Wing was our newest, we only received her three weeks ago. She looked down. This was to be a training exercise for her crew. He looked at her, somewhat aghast. You are novices? He asked. The entire crew? She nodded, almost all of us. Other than a handful of our Windir kindred, yes. She said, then she looked at him. Myself included. What would lead you to attack a larger vessel with a green crew, Miss? He asked, his face still incredulous. She stared into his eyes. We were aflame with rage over their sinking of one of our smaller vessels, an unarmed transporter of goods. She said. The captains anger overruled her mind, I fear. She raised her eyes to him and there were tears in them. Think you that between our two vessels they could triumph? He nodded. I cannot say. He said. It is possible, I suppose, with a veteran crew on our ship and the special abilities that I have heard your folk possess. Then he glanced down. But that is far from certain. Barges like that one have several hundreds of crew. His expression turned to that of a sour smile. That is why we were fleeing them, though not very well. The long day on the open ocean passed slowly. And the two conversed at points throughout it, discussing their ships and their operations, and the peculiarities of their crews. He told her about Dark Thedred, his vessels own navigator, a odd man with a penchant for drinking to excess and smuggling rum aboard ship despite the captains orders against it. She informed him of Veldathan, an elven lad who fancied himself every womans fantasy come true, and had been hewn down by virtually every woman on the Thunder Wing. He laughed and nodded at that, and told her about Lovely Uthgan, a man of similar temperament, and luck. We thought your folk did not have women aboard her vessels, at least as crew. She said. Not many, no. Brannir said. But, some women eschew the so-called security of home and hearth and take to occupations that involve more travel and risk, but also great reward. He chuckled. I, myself, am glad for them to be there, it makes a ship more bearable knowing there are at least a few lasses about, even if they be as crude or cruder than the lads of the ship. She laughed again. Given the tales our western kindred speak of Coghlanders, that almost frightens me. She said. He laid down on the planks, and grinned. It should. He said, casting his eyes downward, toward her. Though it is all bluster and blarney. Most of them are very much women down in their hearts. She nodded. I had thought this was probably so. She said, laying beside him, so that he could look into her eyes by simply turning his head. They sat in silence for a long while, simply looking at one another in furtive glances and watching the ocean when they were not. The sun slowly tracked across the heavens, and was well into its descent when she said. We will likely die out here, you do know that? She finally said. He nodded. I have given it thought. He said and looked at her. Though a small part of me hopes for us still. Then he looked northward again. She smiled at him gently. As it does in me, as well. She said. She reached out a hand and tentatively touched his cheek. But not much, now. He turned back toward her, and saw tears on her flawless tanned cheeks. He lifted his large hand and brushed them away, only to watch replacements spring forth in an instant. Please do not yet despair, Miss. He whispered. She sniffed, and regarded him. I wish I did not. She said. For I wish to ask for something of you that should not be asked in a moment of despair. He looked a bit concerned, knowing she was a magician, and her abilities and needs were beyond his ken. If I can grant it, I will, for my life is yours since the moment you lifted me with your magics from the frigid water. She smiled at that. Then I will ask. Desella said and looked down and her face seemed to redden slightly. I would ask you to make love to me He looked at her with eyes wide. Had you not asked, I would never have assumed to try. But, I would quite gladly, Miss. He sat up. Yet, I cannot call it giving you a favor, by any stretch, for I am sure I will glean more joy from it than you. She touched his arm. Lie down, Brannir. She said, her voice suddenly very soft and warm. He laid down and turned to his side and she leaned close to him. The scent of spices wafted over him as she neared and then she kissed him. Gently their lips came together and touched, sending a surge of warmth radiating from his mouth. Her lips were incredibly soft, and he felt them part for him, inviting his tongue. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, touching her own and patting it, and moving about to her palette and even over her smooth teeth. Something inside the woman seemed to snap at the kiss and she took hold of his hair and held him to her, pulling urgently on the back of his head. He put his arms around her, sliding one between her and the planks upon which they lay. Her body came to him, pressing firmly to his. Then he moved one hand over her flawless back and down, over her thinly clad bottom, caressing the firm globe of her cheek. She was sighing into his mouth, and finally let go the intense kiss. You have very strong fingers, Brannir. She said, smiling at him. His hand still roamed her bottom and she seemed to not mind it there. He regarded her nearly white eyes. Your loveliness gives me strength I might otherwise not have. He said, and rolled her onto his belly, with him lying on his back. She moved her long, slim thighs to either side of his waist and looked down at him. His back was getting wet, the raft sinking a little in the middle with all their weight in one spot as it was, not that he noticed. You flatter me even after I have decided to love with you? She asked him. He moved his hands to her waist, and slowly moved them up her tight, muscular midriff up under her loose-fitting half-tunic. I am not flattering you, I am stating fact. He said, as he felt her ample breasts curving under his hands. He reached the nipples, and felt them already stiff and erect, and quite large. The actual knob was almost the size of the tip of his small finger. She gasped as he squeezed the nipples and cast her head back in pleasure. He felt her hands on his own chest, pushing his shirt up and running her fingers over his chest. I have sought to do this since you took your shirt off last night. She said, moving her agile fingers over the ridges of his muscles. Each finger seemed to have its own motion, he thought, and they ran in different directions as the hands drifted up him. She had leaned forward and was now touching his shoulder, then started to work down. He felt her shift her long thighs and move downward slightly, over his upper legs. Her slim hands and long fingers did not stop, and slowly moved down to the top edge of his linen pants. She clasped his belt and unfastened it, then pulled downward gently with both hands on his belt, lowering his trousers from his waist. His manhood stood forth proudly, pointing toward the heavens. She smiled at the sight of it and put her hand to it. He groaned with the contact of her cool fingers on his swollen glans. Your kind are indeed large men. She said, stroking his cock with one hand, and using her other hand to pull on the front of her loincloth. It slid from her, over her private places and over its belt. She paused a moment to wrap it about his wrist and tie it there. It was silk and very soft. I wish to not loose my only garment. She smiled as she knotted it about his wrist. Her attention returned to his manhood, again taking it in her hand. He looked down at her uncovered privates, noting that the rumors of elven hairlessness were true, not a single hair, nor the stubble he had seen on Ghantian women who shaved theirs often, graced it. As he looked at it, it rose from his legs, and he looked up. She moved up a foot or so, and was again hovering over his middle. He felt her hand shift, and angle him differently, then he felt her wet opening engulf him. She drove herself down upon it in one long stroke, forcing it past her tight entry and deep into her vagina in one long motion. Her eyes gazed over his head and looked distant. He wondered if she was imagining a lover in her homeland. She began to slowly grind her pelvis against his, and seemed to like the touch of his dense pubic hair. She smiled gently as her eyes gazed at her distant lover, and she began to thrust him into herself with a fury, the grinding more obvious and the expression on her face growing desperate. He took her hands from her breasts and put them to her narrow waist, pulling her downward and forcing tighter contact between them. She gasped as he lifted his hips and angled his pelvis to deliver the last remaining tiny portion of his swollen organ. She tilted her head back and let loose a yell, one that seemed at once desperate, and at the same time, relieved. He felt the muscles of her vagina tighten on him, and sent ripples of pleasure through him, as she put her hands to his shoulders and kissed his lips as she rode his cock. Now for your pleasure. She whispered into his ear. She began to move differently, rocking up and over his head, her tight opening sliding over his shaft, nearly to the point of him coming out, then ramming herself back down with such force that the little raft bucked with the impact. The action picked up speed, and she was soon moving so fast that he could not hold back any longer. His thick organ plunging into her tight, wet confines and he exploded into her. The grunted in pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, and pulsed into his manhood, and he could feel his jets of semen spraying forth. She kept up her motion until he began to go limp within her, and she slowed. She was panting and looked down at him. Thank you, my lover. She said, kissing him gently. He smiled at her. I should thank you, Desella. He said. You have given me a pleasure few men will ever know. She grinned at him from atop him, lifting off his manhood. Then it was well done, if we both beg grateful. Then she said. You should dress quickly, lover. He looked at her. Why? He asked. The sun is low enough to not harm me. She giggled openly. If you choose not stay uncovered, your crewmates may get the wrong, or worse, the right idea. She said nodding north. He turned his head and looked north. Moving toward them at high speed was the elven trimaran, with his own vessel in tow. He was amazed at the speed that the elven vessel could make into the headwind, without even tacking. How long have you seen them? He turned to her, with wide eyes. She smiled slightly. Since just before I impaled myself upon your cockstem. She said. I though you had seen me take notice of them. He laughed, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. No, I thought you looked to your home and a lover, perhaps, that lived there. She shook her head, replacing her loincloth and grinning at him broadly. I have no lover on land, and only one on the ocean. She leaned to him and kissed him deeply again, her tongue exploring his mouth again. He held her to him for as long as he felt he could, then released her and they both looked at the ships as they were nearing. But if you saw our rescue coming to us, why did you take me into you? He asked her. She smiled. You think you are the only one on the water who longs for a soft touch and a eager embrace? She asked him, in return. He chuckled. I suppose I am not. He said. The ships were very close indeed now, the trimaran slowing quickly and her forward sponson just aside of them. Half a dozen tall, dark skinned elves were atop it, and one made odd gestures, and the two were lifted from the raft and floated gently to the low-riding runner. As her feet touched the wood, he heard her say something to the elf that seemed in charge, she was no longer magically translating for his hearing. He stood upright and put his hand over his chest, then scrambled up the long spar up to the deck of the ship. He saw his own captain peer over the gunnel of the trimaran. Hail, Brannir! He yelled, and started climbing down the spar to them. The other elves that had helped them climbed up at the same time. Leaving just him, Desella and the captain on the small deck of the sponson. I am glad you made it, son. He said, grinning. I understand youre a hero, as well. He clapped him on the shoulder. You saved the life of the captain of the Thunder Wing! Brannir turned toward Desella Captain? He asked. You said you were the navigator. She nodded and looked very embarrassed. I am also the navigator. She said. But, I apologize for deceiving you, I was not certain at first I could trust you, and then did not want you to not trust me. She asked, May I speak to your sailor a moment, captain? Brannirs commander nodded. Of course, captain, and I am glad you are well, milady. He bowed to her and climbed back up the spar. Dont worry, milady captain. The Coghlander said. I will not besmirch your name by spreading tales. She kissed his cheek. Do not be foolish, Brannir. She said. You lost the right to call me milady captain when you spent your seed into my womb. She then kissed his neck. You will call me Desella. Then she looked at the ships. And I do not care if they know I loved you. It will naught effect my crew, and will only elevate your status with yours. They climbed from the sponson and up onto the deck. The helm station had been rebuilt hastily, but serviceably. Scorch marks about the polished wooden deck showed his theory had been the correct one. She led him there and then to near the rear of the long deck, where they were visible to both ships. She then turned to him and grabbed his head, twining the long fingers of one hand into his short-cropped hair. She pulled him to her with her other hand, slamming herself pelvis first into him then kissing him deeply, sucking his tongue out of his mouth and very visibly letting it go, so that there would be no doubt as to what was going on to anyone with good eyesight. She then released him and grabbed the gunnel and leaned on it as if near collapse. Then she looked back at him and winked. A yell of joy emerged from the trailing ship, half the crew was on the forward gunnels and catcalling at the couple. He could hear his name being chanted by the men there, and no few of the women. The captain of the Raging Dragon put his hand on Brannirs shoulder. Come, lad, let us return to our ship, we have refit and crew rotation to tend to. And took him to the small dinghy tied up to one of the trailing sponsons. As they rowed across the gap between the ships, his captain said. Youre fortunate that the other lads on the ship do not have as good a spyglass as I and that elves are not overly worried over such matters, son. He paused a long moment. Next time, I get to be knocked overboard with a elven crewwoman, agreed? Brannir grinned broadly and nodded. Aye, sir.

Primus Pilum - Part Five - By Mack the Knife Lady Emogen stood in the accuseds box facing the Judicator. Her chin was held high, but her eyes betrayed the anger and resentment she felt. The Praetor sat in the high throne, watching the proceedings, not speaking. His eyes ever moved over the assembled crowd. They were here to witness the trial, to see a noble brought low. Such was great entertainment for the commoners. Even if that noble was one very popular with most folk, always some few wished to see someone elses misery. Vultures, he thought, one and all. How I love you fine folk. Sendrus, despite his shortcomings in personal integrity was a fine orator, the Praetor had to admit. He presented his case against Emogen eloquently, and with much emotional impact. Several times, the crowd, enraged at the accusations and proofs he provided, rose up, screaming obscenities at the lady. A few even hurled rotten fruit and had to be removed from the courtroom, though they were usually let back in after a few minutes. Go on, Senator, said Justicar Ulanis, leaning on staff and eyeing the lady warily. Senator Sendrus smiled, Thank you, Justicar, he said. "As you can see, Lady Emogen used her position, as well as considerable mystical knowledge to manipulate the Senate and our illustrious Praetor into sending Primus Pilum Verus, into harm's way under the guise of an offer of peaceful resolution. A resolution neither she nor the Windy Islanders wished. They aimed to make Verus captive and use elven means to rip the knowledge from his mind, such a great leader of men he was. However, his heroism thwarted them and he fell fighting them to his last breath." He glared at Emogen with hatred and disgust. "He died a Hero of Abia, due to this vile woman's machinations." The crowd growled again, the volume rising to the point that the Justicar had to pound his staff on the flagstones to silence them. "Severe charges, indeed, Senator," said the Justicar. He turned toward the accused as she stood stoic and silent. "Have you words to say in your defence, Lady Emogen?" asked Ulanis, glaring at her. She simply returned the hateful stare and set her jaw defiantly. "An indefensable position, I see," said the Praetor, playing to the crowd. There was a ripple of laughter in the mass of people in the gallery. The Justicar walked around from behind his podium and regarded her. "I have little choice, Lady Emogen," he said, with what sounded like true regret. "Despite the good works that have been done by your hands, deeds, and words, we must punish treason. Even if it be inspired by noble goals, such as you saw them." He was now feeding into the rumors that she was subverted by elven spies. "Therefore, I must pass punishment. As you know, a noble cannot be simply put to death, as we do commoners who commit a crime of such immensity. You are stripped of title, to be sold at the first opportunity in closed auction. You will live out your life the sole property of another, and live and die by their whim." At those words, two guards stepped forward and ripped the gown from her back, leaving her nude before the crowd. Her lovely, slender body was exposed to the catcalls and more hurled fruit. A tomato splattered over her breast, red fluid sliding down her body like thin blood. She was then draped in a gray tunic that covered only to mid thigh, with no ornamentation and only holes for the arms and head. A collar was snapped about her neck, with a chain, like a vicious dog might be collared. She was then led, with a sharp jerk of the chain, from the courtroom, the jeers of the crowd chased her down the narrow stair to the slave pens. Emogen was hurled, unceremoniously, into the womens holding pen, rolling onto the dirt floor. Her chain was fastened to a loop outside the cell, then the cage closed. Other women were huddled in the room, some collared as she was, others not. After a moment, she looked up at one group of them. They eyed her dubiously for a moment then one approached, walking upright, rather than the slouch most slaves adopted in the cells. You are among friends here, firstborn, the woman said, in elven. She knelt beside the disgraced noblewoman and held a wooden cup to her lips. It was stale water, but after many hours in the courtroom, with nothing to wet her lips, she welcomed it heartily. The woman, a tall, heavyset Islander, from the look of her, led Emogen back to the knot of women she had been sitting with. I am Aresia, said the woman, still speaking accented, but passable elven. She gave a curt elven-style head bow. I was a ranger, and these others were militia. That the elven-speaking woman was a ranger was little surprise, they would be the most likely among men of the Windy Isles to speak elven, as most were trained in Windir. I am named Emogen, said the noblewoman. But, I am not elvenborn, I am half-elven, she explained, giving her own head-bow, with a small hand gesture indicating humility in her introduction. It was an older form of communication, and probably lost on the humans, but she felt she should do it. Your ears have points, and you are very beautiful. You are an elf in our eyes, the muscular woman said, and then laughed. Emogen forced a smile onto her lips. You honor me, she said quietly. One of the Other slaves moved to their group from another and murmured a few words to the large, strong-looking woman, then scuttled off, casting furtive glances back at Emogen. The large woman looked at her a moment. She said you were a Syrisian noble, said Aresia. I was, but now they have branded me a traitor, and turned to your side of the war, explained Emogen, suddenly very much more worried than she was before. Did you? asked Aresia, looking rather dubious. Emogen decided that she had little to lose, the worst that could happen was that the slaves turned on her and killed her before that animal, Sendrus, could take possession of her and destroy her. All in all, I would rather die at the gentle hands of these folk. I am on the side of ending the war, which was what I was doing when I was betrayed by the Praetor and Senator Sendrus, she said. The woman digested these words for a long moment, the other slaves just gave her hard, rather unkind looks in the meantime. I believe you, said the large woman, finally shifting to a smiling visage. Anyone who has earned the ire of the Praetor must be someone I can trust. She reached out a meaty hand and patted Emogens shoulder. - - - - - - - - - - - Verus stood next to the pilots position on the Rethallin, he was receiving rather odd looks from the crew about the deck, human and elf alike. He supposed he could not blame them. He had issued a dozen odd orders since they had sailed around the eastern tip of the Island. Undria and his aide, Vendithan, were even looking at him a bit askance, but so far, they were willing to humor him. Primary to their continued cooperation was Undrias confidence that he knew what he was doing. She had read extensively of his exploits of years past, and was confident, in her heart, that he was up to something clever. He only hoped he had not yet run out of cleverness, or more to the point, that his enemies had not come into a large supply of it.Rethallin They were cruising under full sail, every yard of cloth on the masts, and making amazing time. The trimaran sliced the water like a sword, leaving roostertails behind the main pylons supporting her over the water. When they had caught a bit of a tailwind, they had even done something called hydroplaning as the elven crewmen announced, which was apparently something of a good omen among them. For a few hours, they had flown along, skimming the waves with the sponsons above the water, skittering like a hurled stone on a lake. It had felt terribly unstable to Verus, but the elven crew was exhilarated by it. Less thrilled were they when they started being fitted with sailcloth slave outfits, designed to go over their mail vests. He had discovered Vendithan could maintain illusory disguises over about a score of men, but needed far more than that for what he wanted. The elven guardsmen would work well for that, were ideal, in fact, due to their innate speed and the shock value alone. The score of illusory disguises would be used on their guards, to make them appear as Abian Legionnaires. These would be played by rangers. Another twenty rangers would be among the elven prisoners, also dressed as slaves. Undria approached him from across the broad deck. We near Remless, he said to her as she approached. How went your conversation with Ghurian? He says that they have challenged and defeated two galleons, and that one of our galleons reported sighting the Amthallin moving southwards, they converge in the morning to intercept her as she nears port. She rattled off these words in a short tone, as if she were eager to discuss other matters. Verus ignored her apparent urgency. Do you think he suspects were up to something? he asked. No, she said, he trusts me. Her hazel eyes turned to him. I damn well better be correct in trusting you. Verus eyes grew distant, as if he could see Remless on the ribbon on coast to their right. You are, he said. Unless betrayed, my loyalty does not falter. She sighed mightily then turned to follow his rightward gaze. This is about more than just ending the war, isnt it? she asked. Yes, he said, its about justice, too. Will the price be great? she asked. To our men, I mean. Perhaps, said Verus. But for this price, justice will be served, and shes a woman who deserves mens loyalty even more than the honorable Ghurian. Undria nodded. Less than an hour, Commander Undria, please ensure the men and elves are ready, said Verus. Yes, sir, she said, giving him one of those modified Abian salutes that he found so difficult to duplicate before trotting off the main helm deck. Over the next hour, men were replacing the elven crew in the rigging and about the ship. The hastily-trained rangers were not nearly the sailors, and the ship slowed considerably over that period. Much sail was pulled in and she was only making a speed slightly greater than a galleon normally did. Verus expected this, and figured that the Amthallin probably sailed like this, or only slightly better. An elven artisan murmured something to the captain of the Rethallin, and the captain relayed that the name had been changed on the prow and aft ends. A hastily but well-crafted Abian banner was hoisted up the mainmast to flap bravely in the quickening breezes. Soon, no elves were visible on the decks of the ship, only men, dressed as closely to sailors in homespun and borrowed garments as they could manage. All of them were rangers, and their gear of war was near to hand. This plan would not work if they did not achieve near total surprise on the forces defending Remless. - - - - - - - - - - The Praetor sat at the long banquet table with the justicar, Ulanis, and Sendrus. Sendrus was standing near the massive bay windown that overlooked, of all things, the bay. The lady is being coddled by the other slaves, much to my chagrin, said Sendrus, glowering out at the glimmering waters of the scenic little bay. Dont begrudge her some last moments of comfort, Sendrus, said the Praetor. Youll disabuse her of any notion of comfort, soon enough, I warrant. Sendrus grinned at the reflection of the Praetor in the glass. Yes, yes I will, he said, a distant and very unsettling gleam growing in his eyes. I want to thank you, justicar, for a very well-run courtroom. Ulanis shrugged. It is how my courtroom is run, Senator, he said, humbly. I trust this balances the ledger between us, Praetor? Of course, Justicar Ulanis, replied the Praetor. Until I need your services again, anyway, he thought. There was a lot of activity down, below on the streets of Remless, a ship was coming in, apparently. Watchtowers down the coast were signaling, using mirrors and fires, to the towns port master, and he would relay messages to those who needed informing as to what was approaching. Apparently, a large ship was inbound. There was near silence in the room as they ate and drank, each tending to his own thoughts. Ah, the Veria Prima makes her trips hastily, to be sure, said Sendrus, watching the captured trimaran slip into the port. We will be able to move those legions in mere days with her, she but left day before yesterday, and already she returns. Out in the bay, the Veria slid through the water toward the docks. People on the docks milled about, preparing for the unloading of booty from the Isles. Eagerly, slave traders were moving toward where the slaves would be marched past, to get a first look at the morrows wares for the auction block. The massive ship slowed, and nuzzled up to the longest dock, dropping her mighty gangplanks and slaves began to be hustled off the ship, over a hundred of them. The Praetor nearly drooled in excitement over how much money he was about to make. The palace was barely a hundred yards from the docks, situated to give the governor or his guests, as now sat in the chamber, a commanding view of the port facilities. Sendrus smiled as well, watching the prisoners being prodded by their legionnaire guards and hustled into a long double file. Verus stood on the deck, watching the elven High Guard being herded into ranks. The long slave shifts concealed their armor, and their warswords were tucked up underneath, tied to their armpits. He just hoped that no one grew bold enough, too soon, and grabbed one of them by hand, and felt the mail. As soon as they enter the slave compound next to the palace, you are to loose the hounds, said Verus. Come hell or glory, we shall free those slaves AND capture that bastard of a Praetor. Undria nodded and moved off to where she could see the remaining three hundreds of rangers, waiting just belowdecks. Her second, Nolduro, was delaying the dock workers from boarding, explaining that some prisoners had to be killed and there was gore everywhere that was being cleaned up. It would not hold the eager folk on the docks for long. Verus walked over to the three ballistae amidship. Aim for the palace, I want men able to slide those cables directly into the palace itself. A clever system of pullies and gears would hoist the near end of a mooring cable to the top of the main mast, and allow boarders to slide down them and onto captive ships. He aimed to make good use of that feature to avoid the crowded streets between the ship and the palace, just as soon as the battle started. Four legions were posted near Remless. One of them within the town itself. It would take time for the other three to get into town, and he hoped to be long gone before that. However, he had to stop the one in town overwhelming or pinning them down before they did. That was Undrias job. She was going to lay siege, in an instant, to the small fortress south of the palace, using her small army of rangers. At least, she was going to make the legion in that fort believe they were under siege. With Vendithan hurling fireballs, it should be an easy convincing. The crowd pressing to the procession route of the slaves was going insane. Elves had been captured, in numbers. This was a first and very noteworthy. They cheered and clapped the legionnaire guards on the back as they marched past. The slave traders veritably salivated at the thought of having elves to sell tomorrow. A few of them were women folk, as well, and most men in the crowd salivated at that idea alone, much less selling them, or more importantly, owning one. The bidding on the morrow would be legendary. The column reached the slave pens and moved under the arched entry gate. As the huge oaken doors closed behind them, one of the slave pen guards, excited by the appearance of the beautiful and exotic elven slave girls, stepped forward and looked at one closely. The tides of this war finally have changed, for sure, he said, reaching out and grabbing her arm. He aimed to pull this one to the side and sample her wares immediately. His fingers closed on hard metal chain, and the elven girl, turning cold eyes to him said, It has changed, human, but not in your favor. A razor point was beneath his chin. She had magicked a sword from thin air and held it at arms length, backing him to the wall. He looked about, panicked, all the elves and the men among them had weapons. He turned to the legionnaire who had been standing near him only to see a Windy Island ranger standing there, wearing a amused expression. The ranger shrugged just before the elven girl knocked the slave guard out with the flat of her blade. The turmoil in the slave pens reached the ears of the three men in the banquet hall. What is going on down there? asked Sendrus, trying in vain to find a good vantage point out the bay windows to the pens. The flicker of uncontrolled fire could be seen coming from below and to the north. The Praetor adopted a look of boredom. Probably a little riot among the new slaves, he said. Theyve not learned their place yet, the legionnaires will have them subdued quickly enough. Sendrus turned from the windows, but what if Emogen gets killed? he asked, worry on his face. Then Ill not have my prize. Both the Praetor and the justicar chuckled in amusement at his predicament. It would be a shame if she died before you could kill her, no? asked the Praetor. Damn right it would be! yelled Sendrus, truly agitated. I have many, many plans for that love. . . . His words were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. An eight-foot barbed spear, cast entirely of cold iron, shot through the bay window. It smashed through the table, then skidded on the floor. The three noblemen looked at it agape for a heartbeat, but then it sprang open, long spikes of iron extending in four directions, then it shot back toward the window. Sendrus was quick enough, as was the Praetor. The justicar, Ulanis, however, was not. He was pinioned between the iron spikes and the wall, the spike across his thick legs. A moment later, he fell to the floor, in three pieces. He groaned on the floor for only a moment before laying still. The other two men just looked at him with varying levels of interest. Theyre firing on us! screamed Sendrus, stating the obvious to the Praetor. Out in the bay, more grappling harpoons sailed out from the ship toward the palace, there was screaming in the building. The Praetor looked down out of the broken windows and saw an organized force of rangers moving through the streets, driving a crowd of panicked people before them, toward the small fortress of the Fifth Legion. He ducked back as an arrow shattered against the stonework just inside the window. Sendrus ran about the room, agitated to the point of near mania. Not right! he screamed and his hands clutched his head. Theyre ruining my plans. The Praetor shook his head and looked out again. Two legionnaires ran into the banquet hall. My lord? one asked. Stay with me, said the Praetor. We are attacked by Islanders. The two legionnaires looked at him oddly, but stayed put, as told. Sendrus, however, said. Im taking my prize, and ran into the corridor. Fool, thought the Praetor, glaring after the errant Senator. More arrows zinged off of the stone ceiling of the chamber and ricocheted from the stonework around the shattered windows. He peeked around the window frame to see shapes sliding down the cables now, heading toward the palace. Some fell to arrows as they slid, while others were, just as assuredly, making it to the palace. They moved too quickly to be hit easily. Sendrus skewered a man wearing ranger livery as he descended the narrow stair from the courts to the slave pens. He reached the bottom of the stairs and looked about himself. In his hand, he clutched a long, narrow blade, unlike most seen in this land. It had belonged to a Niliwander assassin, and was a very fine sword. Sendrus had long had the weapon and loved the feel of it. He cut down a slave as she ran screaming past him. Unsure which way to go, he headed where she had come from, thinking that she may have been held in the same area as the Lady Emogen would be held. The sounds of fighting was all about, and there were bodies of guards and legionnaires everywhere he went. He came to a narrow doorway with a barred door. Peering into the shadowy cell he saw several women on chains tethered through the door to the wall behind him. He fetched the keys from a dead guard and opened the door, stepping into the cell. The women cowered away from him, pulling to the end of their chains and slinking aside as he neared. One, however, did not. She rose from among the others and stepped forward. Come to take me early, have you, little man? asked Emogen from the shadows. She stepped into the light coming in from the doorway. Sendrus grabbed her chain and yanked, hard. She fell to her knees and grabbed the chain with her left hand, yanking it back somewhat. Youve lost, Sendrus, she said, sneering as she took to her feet again. Theyve already freed most of us, and will be back for those of us with collars when they find a key. The Senator glared at her and stepped forward. You shall not live to enjoy that freedom, bitch, he grated out between clenched teeth. He raised the narrow straight sword and leveled it at her chest. I wished to enjoy killing you slowly, but will take much pleasure, anyway, from doing it quickly. There was some murmuring from among the other women. Fear not, ladies, Ive time to tend to all of you before anyone returns, he said, smiling at them. Yanking the chain again, he lunged for Emogens chest. A look of shock spread on his face when his blow was deflected. In her right hand, Emogen held a slender hyandai. The blade glowed faintly blue with magical energy. The lady smiled at him, a small smile. Sendrus, she said, Ive wielded blade for nigh sixty years. You may wish to sit this dance out. He lunged again. Emogen slipped nimbly aside, wrapping her chain around the point of his blade and twisting it from his hands. In the same motion, she sliced a deep rent in his shoulder, forcing his hand to open. The blade skidded across the dirt floor of the cell, at the feet of a small knot of women. It disappeared amid them. As he gaped, she moved behind him, and almost as if pirouetting, she flipped the chain about his neck, once, twice, three loops of chain. His peril was suddenly very obvious to him. Three women took hold of the chain as she danced away. Pulling it taut. He stepped a few clumsy steps until the chain was bouncing tightly in both directions from him. He felt pressure in his skull as the links around his neck bit into the meat. Then he started to see black creeping into the corners of his vision. Two minutes later, the women loosed the chain and Sendrus collapsed to the floor. The keys jangled to the floor as his left hand opened. Undria stood across the parade field from the little, compact fortress. The rangers rained arrows at its stone walls, and Vendithan would casually hurl a fireball from time to time, a small one, just large enough to make a scorch mark on the stonework. It was also enough to keep everyone behind that wall ducked down for cover. The panicked civilians in Remless had all fled the city, or at least to their homes. Right now, the streets belonged to the rangers. Hundreds of slaves had been released from the pens and were filing back toward the Rethallin. Many were cheering and singing as they went, and not all were Islanders. No one bothered to ask if someone belonged on this journey, it was freedom for all. In the palace, the Praetor was packing a few of his valuables in preparation for flight. The two legionnaires stood guard over his doorway, across the hall from the banquet hall. There was a soft cough from behind them. Both turned to see a dozen rangers with drawn bows, with an old man standing before them. My name is Primus Pilum Verus, he said. I recommend you drop your weapons and surrender. The guards looked at him a moment, then one dropped his spear. The other followed suit a half a heartbeat later. The rangers moved forward and hustled them off into the banquet hall. The Praetor glared at Verus. You old fool, youve truly raised the ire of the Empire now, he said. You think so? said Verus calmly. I think weve just won the war. Two rangers moved up and grabbed the Praetor, binding his hands behind his back. You are our captive, now, Praetor, he said. So far as I know, I still hold the rank of Centurion, and declare you a enemy of the people of both the Empire of Abia and the Windy Isles. You cannot arrest me! screamed the Praetor, trying vainly to pull free of the two strong young men. I am the Praetor of the Abian Empire! You are a prisoner of war, said Verus, and you will be tried for crimes against the peoples of the Windy Isles. Verus looked to the two rangers. Get him to the ship, make sure none harm him. They both nodded and all six of the rangers moved out of the room with the Praetor in tow. Verus moved to the other side of the banquet hall and watched as the rangers who had been holding down the fort were pulling back, leaving only a few behind, ready to retreat should the legionnaires within discover the siege lifted. Elves were moving in the rigging of the Rethallin, making ready to sail. Now that the actual fighting was over, the town did not look much worse for wear. It had been Verus intent for as few as maybe to die in this attack, and he felt confident that he had succeeded. One of the legionnaires in the corner, hands and feet bound, said, Are you truly THE Verus? Verus turned to him, smiling slightly. Yes, legionnaire, I am Verus. The legionnaire smiled back at him. I dont feel too ashamed then, he said. The other legionnaire nodded in agreement. You should not, soldier, said Verus. The rangers returned to the chamber and Verus left with them, making for the ship. A column had been sighted, marching for town from the nearest encampment of the legions. It was time to go. As he walked up the gangplank, it was rising from the docks. Every other vessel in the bay was listing or under the water, only their masts poking up out of the placid surface of the bay. Undria walked up to him as he took to the main deck. We rescued more than a thousand slaves, Commander Verus, she said. There were many people crowding the deck, and, from the general volume of the murmuring belowdecks, many, many more down there. Im frankly amazed were afloat. Verus chuckled and watched as the elves in the rigging began playing out sail. The massive ship began to slip away from the docks. The watchman at the top of the mainmast announced that the column had reached the northern gates even as they slid out of the harbor and added on more sail, making for the Windy Isles. Vendithan approached soon after they had reached open water. Commander, the Praetor demands to speak to you of terms. I am just a soldier, said Verus, hell have to discuss terms with leaders. Vendithan nodded. I thought you would say that, he said. There is also another matter. One of the freed slaves requests audience. Oh? said Verus, raising an eyebrow. Well, those honorable folk, I will take time to speak with. The elven wizard smiles. They were shown to your quarters. I also anticipated you would say that. You are truly foresighted, Vendithan, said Verus, patting the aide on the shoulder and turning for the stairs down to his quarters. He entered his chamber and found no one in the conference area. He had expected the slave to wait at the table. He looked about, then toward the sitting area. I took the liberty of getting comfortable, said a feminine voice from his bedchamber. A broad smile formed on Verus lips as he walked to the doorway. Milady, you are always welcome to be comfortable. Emogen sat upon his bed, wearing a gauzy bit of cloth, obviously something that she had retained from an elven crew member. She looked at him with large silver eyes that were slowly darkening to iron gray. I believe you owe me something, she said. I rescue you from certain doom, and I owe you? asked Verus, removing his chain tunic and sitting in a chair. He noted a filled glass of wine on the little end table next to it. She rose from the bed in a slow, graceful motion. The Lady Emogen was no young woman, even as a half-elf, but she was very well formed. Her curved body was accentuated by the flattering cut of the elven gown and her red hair gleamed in the lamplight of the chamber. She walked up to him, moving far slower than normal. Apparently much motive power went into the sway of her hips and back. He put out a hand and touched the inward curve of her waist. Emogen put a hand over his, and gently moved it over the swell of her hip. You promised to claim a reward from me, should we end the war. He looked up at her. And have we ended it? She giggled then said, You well and truly ended it. The Praetor was behind the wars beginning, the legions will not press it to rescue him. She thought a long moment. They may well bribe you to keep him. His other hand joined the first, on her opposing hip. Then I think I should claim my prize. Verus pulled her into his lap, where she curled with a happy sigh. She drew her legs up and folded herself into a compact bundle on his lap, kissing his neck and chin. I am no young man, Emogen, he said, by way of warning. I hope you wont find me a lacking lover. She grinned up at him and stroked his stubbled cheek. I am no spring chicken myself, dear, she said. I wont ask any acrobatics of you. Verus laughed. That is well, for I barely was able to slide down that damnable cable to the palace. Emogens eyes widened. You slid one of the boarding cables? she asked. Well, yes, he said, looking down at her. Though I think I wrenched something out of socket. She cooed and moved up in his lap to where she could rub his shoulders. You should exercise more care, Verus, she said. Youve a older woman to keep up with. Her long, slender legs moved to the outside of either of his legs and she scooted up and around to where she was straddling his waist. She felt him stiffening beneath her bottom as she wriggled about and massaged his broad shoulders. Even old soldiers stand to attention for a lady, he explained at her curious look of interest. She wriggled her rump a little and smiled. Glad to see the old ways dont all fall to the wayside, said Emogen, and then kissed him. Her arms went about his neck and his about her slender waist. He picked her up as he stood, holding her tight against him. She clung to his shoulders, kissing his ear and neck to goad him on. He laid her gently upon the wide bed and moved atop her. Emogen welcomed his weight and she caressed his strong arms as he held himself up from her. Youve done both the Empire and the Isles a great service, Verus, she said, with a tender smile on her face. I worry more to ensure doing the same in my personal dealings, he retorted, pulling at the cords holding his boots to his feet. Damned Islander boots, they lace completely up to my arse. A beautiful peal of laughter came from the lady as she watched him struggle with the obstinate footgear. She then helped him remove them, using her nimble fingers to unlace the complicated knotwork that held them. As they came off, she urged him to sit upon the bed and helped him with the much simpler breeches, though her own fingers seemed to fumble at the simple draw cord and belt. His hands were not idle, however, while she busied herself with her pleasant tasks, he stroked her hair and neck, trying to memorize by touch every sensation that touch fed back to him. Her pointed ears garnered much attention during this exploration, and she did not mind that in the least. With a sigh of triumph, she managed to unfasten the knot holding his pants in place. Verus slipped from beneath her and stood, letting them fall to the floor. Hope youre not terribly disappointed, he said. She glanced down. I heard about that, but thought it a legend, she replied. When did that happen? He looked down at his single testicle. When I was but in my twenties, he replied, on the Mindean Isles. She smiled and reached out a delicately thin hand and caressed his scrotum. Does it bother you these days? she asked. His prick, already stiff, twitched at the touch. Only when beautiful women touch it, he replied. Then it feels heavy and full. She giggled at him. Well, I know of a very efficacious treatment for that ailment, she said. An old elven healing technique passed down from mother to daughter. Im thrilled to hear it, said Verus. For this malady has been brewing for some weeks. Her cool hand gripped the shaft of his cock and she pulled him toward her. Then let me tend you, she whispered as she laid back. He moved quite willingly enough, and was again atop her. Her thighs parted and he moved between them. With deceptive ease, he slid into her, and she groaned in pleasure at the feeling of being entered. It has been too long, she moaned as he settled their pelvises together. Yes, Emogen, it has, he replied as he began thrusting gently and slowly. In truth, they were not young, zealous lovers, but both were mature, gentle lovers, now. Their bodies moved with a singular lack of haste, though with decisive intent of purpose. Toward the end, however, as her back arched to meet his thrusts and her toes curled tight, her body moved as if half its age, forcing her pelvis up to meet him and goading him into a youthful exuberance, as well. Her climax was a slow, grinding thing that, while lacking some of the fire of her youth, more than made up for it with a lingering warmth that allowed it to hold for many moments. She held him tight as he grunted his own orgasm out, nuzzling into her thick hair and biting her neck as he came. She could feel his seed filling her and the warmth that came with it. He lay there many moments afterward and she stroked his back and sides with her fingertips. My soldier, she whispered to him as he continued kissing her neck. After many minutes, he moved to the side and propped his head on his elbow. Would it be rude of me to wish to go to sleep? he asked. She grinned at him. Lest you seek doing that again, then no, she replied. Im quite tired, too, Primus Pilum. They cuddled together on the bed, warm breezes wafting over them from the open windows of his stateroom. About them nigh on fifteen hundred people packed the ship, crowded together, uncomfortable, but nearly just as happy with themselves. Beneath them the waves slipped silently past the streamlined pylons, white foam flowing in the little-disturbed wake. Far above, sails flapped and bellied in the wind, speeding the ship along toward home. For all of them, home. - - - - - - - - - - Undria came out of the scrying chamber of the ship, shaking her head. Ghurian wants your balls on a platter, she said to Verus as he raised an eyebrow at her. Hell have to settle for just the one, said Verus. As Undria turned to raise her own eyebrows curiously, Lady Emogen interjected, That man will have to go through me to get even that one. I suppose its spoken for, sorry, will half my arse do instead? asked the old Centurion. Im sure hell settle, said Commander Undria, shaking her head in mock frustration at the banter from the two. They allowed the Amthallin to make landfall, and now shes trapped in Pigwillow Bay. Theyve blockaded it Good, how long before we arrive to the main fleet? asked Verus. According to the navigator, five hours, she replied. The freed are ready to move to the Amathvannin, once we get there. The term slaves had been dropped within hours of the ship leaving Remless, much to everyones pleasure. - - - - - - - - - - Ghurian moved from the Amathvannin before anyone else did, he stormed across the perilously swaying gangplank even before it could be stabilized for crossing. You crazy old fool! he screamed as he neared the Rethallins gunnels. Verus stood impassively amidship, near the mainmast. He waved a hand casually at the nearly smouldering commander. Welcome aboard, Commander Ghurian, I see you are in good health, he said. The commander stomped up to him, his face nearly red with anger. You hogged all the glory, you old bastard! he then turned toward Undria, And I trusted you, too, Commander Undria. Yet the two of you go off and win the war for us, just when my back is turned? She shrugged. You said for me to trust him sir, she said, her voice rising in mock tones of apology. Not to the point of making me look a silly get, said Ghurian. Well all have words about this later. He turned back to Verus, and cracked a massive smile. Well done, Commander Tanverus. Thank you, Commander Ghurian, replied the old soldier. The freed started transferring to the larger trimaran and were moved over in a surprisingly short time. Youre sure the governor is in Pigwillow? asked Verus. As sure as we can be, his ship is there, said Ghurian. We even sent a squad of scouts to confirm it to be so. Verus nodded. This ends this day then, he said. The two massive trimarans, backed up by the flotilla of galleons sailed for the port of Pigwillow. On the shores, panic ensued as the legionnaires prepared to mount a desperate defense against a perceived attack. The ships drew up short, filling the bay, but not landing. It was probably quite an impressive and worrisome sight to the people in the port village. Twelve hours later, the agreements were formalized. Two weeks later, there would be no forces of the Imperium on the Islands. The Veria Primus would be surrendered after that date. And until then, no action would be taken against Islanders or the Isles. Once all Abian presence was known to be removed, and all the slaves taken from the Isles were returned, then the Praetor would be yielded to the Empire. - - - - - - - - - - It came to pass just as planned. There were a few minor skirmishes as the Abians withdrew, but those were minor and quickly over. The Empire dethroned the Praetor less than a month after he returned and sent him off into retirement, with a threat of trial, should he get out of line and do more than irrigate the ditches around his estate. The governor of the Isles was assassinated less than two weeks after he returned to the isles, reportedly at the hands of the legions, though this was never confirmed. Verus and Emogen wed in the fall of that year. Though he was a hero, he had disobeyed direct orders of the High Command, and was forced into retirement, and required to promise to never assume command again. He was happy to do both. He and Emogen moved to a small estate outside of Rennik. Emorianel came by to see them after he was freed from Abia, with Revandis. The two men closeted for long hours before it was decided that Revandis would serve as the handmaiden to the Lady Emogen for a while, and act as Verus scribe. Emorianel had much to tend to, and would stay in the home, when he was not abroad with his duties. Though he was no longer the ranking male of a clan, there were many social and legal loose ends to be repaired from both the war and the deaths it caused. In those days, he took up, at the urging of the Niliwander ambassador, origami, the shaping of paper into various intricate and interesting shapes. It consumed him when he was not busy with his memoirs. Verus was obliged to write a text on warfare, to become the primary training manual for aspiring officers in the Islander militaries. Revandis did the penning of these tomes, her flowing hand being kinder to the reader than Verus rather unappealing scratchings. It was a major work, and took nearly three years to complete. Soon, Revandis took it up as well, and the two would wile away hours folding rice paper into various shapes, always trying to outdo one another with the most intricate and interesting designs. To her advantage were her small and unbelievably nimble fingers, to his was a mind that thought in many tracks at once, able to come up with solutions that did not readily make themselves apparent. When they collaborated on a project, the results were so stunning that several made the ambassador of Niliwan blink with amazement and immediately box up the product to be shipped off to his homeland for study and interpretation. During those years, Verus aged, as happens to men, and his mind began to slip from him. It was a painful sight for both Revandis and for the lady. Revandis, now called Hyandai by most everyone, save Verus and Emogen, came into his chambers one day to find he did not recognize her. Hello there, my young elf, said Verus as she entered, a rather blank smile upon his face. She returned the smile. Good day, Verus, she replied, the blank look in those once alert eyes broke her heart. Verus, I wish to try something. Youre such a pretty lass, he replied, and always so nice. What do you wish to do? She locked gazes with him, her golden eyes boring into his mind. There she felt the slippage. It was painful to behold, the physical structures in his brain were failing, and she found pieces of him trapped behind the broken connections. Like a faerie flitting through spiders webs, she flitted through his mind, moving a strand of thought here, and repositioning a packet of Verus mind there. After a few moments, she was exhausted, but the old man blinked, and she saw his mind was whole again. Ones praise, Revandis, he said, what did you do? I moved your mind about to make use of unused portions to reinforce that which has failed you, she said, as if that made perfect sense. Verus supposed it did. How long? he asked, his face growing saddened. Months, perhaps years, but I will need to continually do that to keep things whole, she replied. Revandis neglected to tell him that the movements and repositioning also relied on her leaving a small portion of her mind within his to bolster the changes, to keep things from reverting back to their original patterns. They continued work on the texts. A year later, Revandis was having to perform the repairs almost every week, and they did not always help on the first try. Finally, she moved a larger portion of herself into his head, and it worked. He stabilized for a few months. Finally, though, Verus took her aside one evening. Revandis, it is nearly over, he said. I can even feel it now. You are giving too much of yourself to keep me going. You have given willingly, but I would have you stop, dear. You are young, and deserve to be out enjoying your youth, not tending an old man whose mind is failing him. He sat in a comfortable chair. How much of your mind is in me now? he asked. Almost a quarter, she replied. I can feel much of what you feel, always. He nodded. I feared that much. When the texts are finished, so ends that, as well, he said. Revandis eyes grew round and tears welled in them. But youll die, she said. Im a human, Revandis, we do not live so long, said Verus, smiling gently. Ive lived more than many men, and lived well, I deem. It had truly become a chore by the time the last text was finished. She could feel her personality beginning to slip from her from time to time, replace by his. Too much of herself was within him now for too long, and it was imprinting his mind atop hers. Almost half of her mind resided in his at any given moment, to keep him thinking normally, just to make running repairs on his pathways of thought. I would have one night with Emogen, he said. Alone. Revandis nodded slowly, and made the eye contact. However, she did not withdraw her mind from his, she knew that doing so would leave him a gibbering lump of flesh, though he did not. I have set you for that night, Verus, she said, looking at him levelly and keeping her mind closed, so that nothing of her slipped to his thoughts, revealing her deception. That night, she lay in discomfort, their passion wracking her mind. She was not a little girl, and knew of love, but to be inside the mind of a man as he did so caused her to flinch and her mind tried to recoil. She was not so much disturbed as felt she had betrayed Verus more than he could ever know, and the lady, as well. When his passion fully gripped him, she found herself doing things normally reserved for the most aroused of her states, and her inner mind twitched and rejoiced and, for the first time in her life, fully awoke. The next morning, Verus called for her. That was the last time, dear Revandis, and I know it hurt you mightily to help me. He gave her a long, knowing look, staring at her deep emerald eyes. Ill not allow such a thing again, young woman, and I feel shame that it happened the once. She burst into tears, covering her face in shame at the lies she had wrought and the hurt she must now have caused a proud, honorable man. No, Revandis, I thank you for what you did, but I cannot allow my passions to become yours, nor, I fear yours to become mine. Mine become yours? she asked, peeking through her wet fingers. Your attempt to mask your presence did not work very well, and when your passions flared, I felt them. I have to say, the passions of a young elven woman were much stronger than I thought they possibly could be, he said as his eyes took on a distant glint. They reminded me of the ones I had when I was a young man. Revandis smiled a little at that. I am glad you are not wroth with me, she said. I could not bear your anger. And I wouldnt give you such, he said. But it ends today. Can you take my knowledge of things military into your mind without harm? he asked. I know you can take parts and pieces, what about the whole? She blinked for a moment. I can, she said finally. Then take them, before they are lost, he said. Show me in my mind what I must do to give them to you. They locked gazes, for the final time. You know this may kill you, she said into his thoughts. Yes, he replied, I would prefer it did, actually. Revandis nodded and showed him what he needed to do to organize his thoughts. He shooed her off to the side of his mind and began to do what he sought to do. Verus plowed through his knowledge and through other pathways, finding what he sought tucked away here and there. Soon, he realized that what he needed to impart to her may well be the whole of it. No, he thought to himself, shielding that from her, it has to be there, but she cannot be subject to it. Then it dawned upon him. It took a long while to prepare for the transferral of knowledge and learning, but in reality, it was but a few minutes. Okay, Revandis, said Verus into his thoughts. Take it. She reached out with her mind, feeling a smooth sphere. No, not a sphere, a spherical gemstone, cut with millions of tiny facets. Each face was a thought, or a tactic, or a scheme used once, with possible applications elsewhere. The fingers of her mind slid over the smooth surface. It is almost beautiful, Verus, she thought as she pulled on it. For a brief moment it resisted, and she felt something of it shift oddly, like it had opened for a moment, then snapped shut. It came free of his mind and slipped effortlessly into hers. She had created a place for it as soon as she felt it, and it fitted perfectly there. It nestled amid her girlish elven thoughts, her childish thoughts. Dark and sinister was much of that knowledge, the rules and ways of combat and war and death. However, it glittered in her mind and did not interrupt the flow of her own thoughts and feelings. They slid over it without impediment. She opened her eyes again and looked down at Verus. He lay peacefully and in utter stillness. The Primus Pilum had passed to the Portal of Forever. Tears welled in her emerald eyes and she began to wail out a grieving song for him. It was not a dirge, as elves are wont to sing for their fallen. This was a personal wail of pain and fear. The Lady Emogen came in and looked at her passed husband. She gently pulled the coverlet over his sleeping face and touched Revandis shoulders. Come Revandis, lets go speak in the parlor. The young elven girl looked over her shoulder at the shape on the bed and sniffed a last time. Forever the lore of you will be recorded, Primus Pilum, she said, the elven words sliding gracefully from her tongue. - - - - - - - - - - Epilogue The next evening, he was buried, as was the Abian way. The Islanders cremated their dead, as do elves, but the Abians lay them in the earth and erect a small memorial stone to them. A six foot obelisk was erected over his grave, his visage carved into the top of one face. Below that in the languages of Syrisian and Elven were the words: A man of peace, forced to war, in peace now, and forever more. There were literally hundreds of folk at the funeral, and many mourned his passing. Much discussion was made of what would be done without him in the future. The general consensus was that, while they might not do it as well as with him, they would do what they always did - Manage. The Lady was in mourning for six months, another Abian tradition. It conflicted with the elven way of moving to a new partner sooner, but none begrudged it to her. For she had not lost an elven mate, but very much an Abian mate. During the fourth month following Verus death, Revandis and she were seated in the common room of the small cottage. Verus daughters, sons, and grandchildren had adopted the elderly half-elf as their own, despite their fathers death. She supposed that without a matriarch or patriarch, they needed someone to be the head figure of the family. She was honored for it to be her. Revandis was trying to make a trimaran in origami, but could not get the sails to look or feel right. She growled from time to time in frustration, a habit that had been Verus and she now had adopted. Emogen was knitting, which was her passion for passing time. She had been making coverlets of knit for all the grandchildren of Verus, a project that promised to be nigh never ending, which suited her just fine. Their nearly silent afternoon was interrupted by a forceful rapping upon the front door of the house. Revandis bounded to the door, smiling as she yanked it open. Six armed and armored men stood outside. By reflex, Revandis leaped back a step and was halfway through drawing her hyandai before she recognized the livery of the rangers and the mark of the watch of Rikken. Woah, Hyandai, said one of the rangers, the leader, apparently. We only wish to speak, no sparring today. She giggled at him, her eyes glittering golden. Revandis loved that she was called by a weapons name by the men of the Isles. It had grown quite common over the last years, enough so that most of the Elves had adopted it, as well. Only her father and the lady called her Revandis anymore. What is it, she peered at his badge, sergeant? she asked. We are again beset by the cursed Ghantians, he said, a massive sigh in his voice. This time there is a threat to Rikken, we need to evacuate you and the lady inside the city walls. Revandis noted that the ladys horse and her own, or at least the one she used, it used to be Verus, were already saddled and ready to ride. The soldiers, out of respect, had taken care of that before disturbing the lady. Emogen slipped past her, belting on her own hyandai as she walked. We can go, she said as she took to her saddle. Do you not wish to pack? the ranger asked. The mercenaries may raze your home out of spite. She smiled sweetly at him. The only things of this world I truly care about can flee fire on their own, she said. Hyandai had only a small pack, the original manuscripts of Verus books. They had long since been copied and returned to her. Revandis clambered onto the back of Blackhoof, Verus old horse, and they rode toward town, only a fifteen minute ride. As they came into town, by the sunsets failing light, they saw smoke rising from the north side of the city. The rangers spurred their horses in that direction and the two women moved after them. As they moved through the town they came across a pair of Coghlandish mercenaries, the small contingent of rangers dispatched them hastily, but they now knew the enemy was within the walls. A troop of rangers ran past, as well as a company of militia. Undria commanded them. Dont fight them in formations, you cant win, said Revandis quietly to her at the greeting from Undria. What? said Undria, blinking at her. What did you say, Hyandai? Hyandais golden eyes locked onto the commanders. Dont fight the Coghlanders in formations, you cant beat them that way, its their strong point. Undrias smile was brittle, but she humored the young elven girl. What should we do then? she asked, her tone somewhat sarcastic. Fight like rangers, said Hyandai. The commander barked out a laugh. If youve not seen, we fight in the city, she said, waving her hand around her to indicate the buildings. I damn well know youre fighting in the city, commander, snapped Hyandai, her voice moving deeper down the tonal scale a few notes. Fight from the buildings and the alleys and the rooftops, theyre your forest. she shouted. Attack and fade, its your way, and the only way to beat the Coghlanders. In hand to hand, theyll crush you, theyre too skilled and strong. Undria finally got the idea, and barked out some orders. The nearer captains looked at her like she was insane for listening to a young elven girl for strategic advice. Hyandai rose up in the stirrups and looked toward where another fire bloomed to the north. If you dont change your plan, come hell or glory, youll loose your damned city! she screamed. Undria turned toward the confused-looking captains. Do as she says, she was the student of Verus! she yelled and began issuing orders. Hyandai seemed to calm much after the captains had begun to move off to implement the new tactics. She looked at the elven girl who glanced down at her from the high perch of the horse. Verus? she asked. Keep this city safe Undria, I cant do it now, said Hyandai, her voice further deepening. Hyandai nearly fell from the saddle then, her eyes shut and blood ran from one nostril as she fell forward onto the neck of Blackhoof. Two soldiers helped her down and they laid her to rest in a shelter. One of many in the city to house the wounded, elderly, and young. The battle raged for the remainder of the night, and well into the next day. The rangers held the town by the tactic that Hyandai had forwarded. The rangers struck at the Coghlanders in quick, deadly raids, then disappeared among the familiar buildings of their home. Only to reappear a while later elsewhere. To the Coghlanders, the city was suddenly crawling with defenders who could not be caught and who seemed to be playing with them, giving themselves sport with the mercenaries very lives. These were paid soldiers, not zealots and they soon tired of the quickly diminishing returns this contract was bearing to them. When they withdrew, the minority of Ghantian regulars withdrew with them. Emogen hovered over Revandis, tending to her in a state of near feverishness. She mumbled and occasionally cried out. Finally her golden eyes shot open and she looked up at Emogens silver. I cannot speak to you again, beloved, she heard Revandis say, though it was not her voice, I will retreat now and leave this girl to her life. Then the girl clutched herself to the half-elven woman and kissed her, hard and on the mouth. A passionate kiss of a passionate man. Then she fell back and slept normally. - - - - - - - - - - Hyandai moved the rook and looked at the chessboard. Check and mate, she said. Harlen looked down at it and sighed. Five moves? he asked, his voice rising to nearly a whine. I am sorry, but yes, five moves, she said. Does she ever lose? asked Wendy from the table, where she was pouring over books of elven text, trying to decipher it. Not that Ive seen, said Harlen. Hyandai shrugged. I used to lose regularly to Verus, she said.

Feldare Tales - Like Cats and Dogs - 2 of 3 by Mack the Knife In the morning Sharesh awoke with the smell of cooked sausage and barely cooked beef assailing her nostrils. She opened her emerald eyes to see the smiling and lovely face of Vannah gazing at her form across the platter which laid over her lap. Good morning, Mlady. Vannah said, smiling with morning sunshine. She was uncovering various carnivorous delicacies on the tray. Vannah, She said, good morrow to you. She replied sitting up slightly and looking at the mouth watering selection laid out before her, including Vannah, who was unclad and sitting opposite her. She smiled at the young woman, and reached out and popped a slice of sausage into her mouth. After carefully chewing the meat and swallowing, she said, You did very well last night, both during and after the Counts test. The girl giggled and said. It was easy, and I find I do like other women in my passions. I would never have guessed. Said the cat. You seemed so shy. She gave the girl a sidelong look, then smiled when she blushed. A page knocked on the door, and Vannah answered it, still unclad, she stood boldly before the lad, almost her own age, as he delivered his message to her. She closed the door quietly, and returned. The Count wishes to see you in an hour. She said, grinning. I think he may be eager for more lessons. She said, her expression positively lascivious. And you are looking forward to more tests. Sharesh added, smiling at the eager young woman. The girl nodded happily that she was, and they ate for a while. The cat noticed that the girl was partaking of the cooked portions of the all-meat meal and smiled. You sure seem to take to my cattishness. She said. Could it be youre a cat lover of long standing? She asked. The girl nodded. Yes, I had four at one time in my youth, they fascinated me with their stalking and their wantonness. Well I will happily stalk you and will definitely engage in wantonness with you, whenever I can. Sharesh said. As she finished her meal, she started to groom herself, a process that caused Vannah to watch in slack-jawed fascination. As the cat girl licked down her own thigh, moving inexorably nearer her vagina, the girl leaned closer and closer. Finally Sharesh stopped and looked at her. If youre wondering, yes, I can. She said, smiling her feline smile at the girl. Vannah giggled, and Sharesh continued bathing herself, taking especial care to clean her own vaginas lips and somewhat inside, before moving on to the other side. That is amazing. Said Vannah, smiling with her eyes widened like silver marks. Sharesh shrugged. If only it felt as good as anothers tongue, I would never leave my home. She commented, then commenced from her knee to her foot. Vannah moved closer and started licking her arm, and Sharesh started purring in response. She liked the personalized attention she was getting from the girl, and loved how accommodating she was of her particular tastes and preferences. When the girl grabbed her head and started licking her forehead and between her ears, she moaned in pleasure, subtler pleasure than sex, it was the sublime pleasure of someone truly being pampered, and she loved it. The girls tongue was not nearly as well-suited to the task Vannah was putting it to, but she did reasonably well, considering. Between the two of them, she was bathed in only about fifteen minutes, and stood. You may get hair in your throat, I recommend bread with butter on it to get it down. She advised the girl. But I definitely appreciate your attentiveness, my lover. The maid giggled and nodded, saying she would go down and get some when Sharesh went to the Counts chambers. She then said. Ive never had such pleasure as I did last night, Milady. Both you and the Count. It was blissful. She looked a bit embarrassed. Sharesh looked at her and said. Ive rarely felt more than with you last night, if ever. She said. When you cut yourself to let me taste your blood, I almost climaxed. She admitted. It was incredible, like you had been making love to rakasta for years. She said. Youve bested the only other rakasta Ive bedded, to tell the truth. The girl smiled humbly and bowed. I only sought to please you, Milady. She said. Well you may very well have made me fall in love with you. Sharesh said, kissing the girl on the cheek. I am going to inquire to the Count as to the price of your serfdom, if you do not mind. The girl smiled. Who would refuse? she asked in return. I would be happy to serve you as a handmaiden. She said, smiling brightly. In Ghant, my love. The cat said. There are no serfs, everyone is a freeman. The girl gasped. You would give me freedom? She said her eyes sparkling. Then I certainly would never refuse. Not that Ghantian law would allow otherwise, but yes, I would grant it if I can afford your fee. She said. I cannot promise it, Im afraid, since I have limited resources with me. I will hope then. The girl said, and kissed Shareshs neck and then her ear. I would love to serve you for a very long time. With that, and the feelings this young lady was setting off in her, she decided it was time to cloth herself and get ready to see the Count. She went into the closet and dressed, with Vannahs intimate attention, a slender gown cut high on both sides and low in the front and back. It reached the floor, or nearly so, but covered almost nothing from the proper angles. She put on bracers of silver wire, woven into intricate shapes, then a circlet about her neck, a simple silver band. The girl pronounced her lovely, and demonstrated it by kissing her fully, and well. She reminded the girl about the bread and butter trick then headed to the Counts chambers. She knocked on the door and it was promptly opened by the same butler, whom she favored again with a long tail stroke, this time across his thighs as she slid past, and she gave him her best come-on smile. The butler again closed the door as he left. The Count was lying in the bed, still under the covers. You are early, Sharesh. He said appraising her in the green gown. You and the girl did wonderfully last night. I am well pleased and cannot wait to put my newfound...talents...to use. She bowed curtly and said. You did all the work, milord, we simply gave you tips and a canvas to work upon last night. She smiled at him. You are the artiste. He laughed heartily at that. Well, let us hope I become one anyway, though I shall admit the painting I brushed last night turned out well, indeed. She looked at him. You summoned me, Victor, is there something I can do for you right now? He looked at her. I would have your advice on a matter. He said. For her bravery in facing me last night, after the use I put her through the night before, I wish to grant Vannah her fee. She was very convincing. Milord, no convincing was necessary. You may not believe me, but I did not coach her actions or reactions. She said, grinning. What happened was purely in response to you. She looked at him again. But if you wish to give away her fee, I am sure that is a more than generous gift. He nodded. Then I will do so, as soon as my training is over. He looked at her a bit askance. I understand the two of you have become very close. She gave him a wide smile. We have, milord. Well, then, I will sign her fee to you, and you may free her. He said. Since, apparently, youve already freed parts of her. He grinned with mischief in his eyes. Now on to pressing matters. He changed subject. I would have your lessons today. I believe you said something about restraint? She nodded, but said. I wish first to explore your condition. She looked at him carefully. Man and beast man are not your only forms, is that right? She asked. He shook his head. I also may take form as a wolf, without hands nor upright pose. He said. I enjoy running in such, for it is a form most swift and agile. His eyes gazed into the middle distance and he smiled hauntingly. Do you ever take women in that form? She asked. I mean, I can understand many womens hesitancy to allow an animal to mate with them. He nodded. On the occasion, I have mounted a woman as a wolf, though, truth be told, I usually mount only other wolves as such, for somehow, women arent as attractive to me then as in my current guise. She smiled. It would make sense, after its fashion. She put her hand on his arm. I would see this wolf you are. She said. He seemed to stare into space, then his form shrank, mass flowed from it and he became smaller. Within a few seconds, there was something wresting its way free of his clothes on the floor, and the great shaggy head of a black wolf emerged, with those same deep pits of eyes. The wolf shook its head in a most dog-like fashion, and he prowled forward to near her legs, sniffing at her. How in control is the man in this form? She asked the animal now sniffing at her groin. The wolf made a sound like a whimper mixed with a bark, then sat down. It simply watched her, seeming to smile. She petted the wolf between its ears, and it stood up again, and sniffed her hand, then up her arm a ways. Very wolf-like, indeed. She said as he sniffed her body then stuck his wet nose around the side of her dress and smelled her crotch. You do know that women who would lay willingly with you in this form will be few? The wolf made a rather odd growling sound, like a groan, and its head nodded. Then she smiled at him. Luckily, for you, I am one of them. She said, and squatted down beside him. He licked her face and she giggled at that, licking him back in return. She shed the dress quickly and the two of them began to play on the floor, jumping over each other and sniffing, and licking and even kissing. The play got rougher, though, and shortly, they were tumbling on the floor, knocking over the table near the large padded chair and taking playful nips at each others tails. A soft knock came from the door, as Sharesh was grappling with him at the foot of the bed, and the butlers head popped in. Will you... He said, then stopped, looking down at the two, his jaws around her leg and her mouth around his tail, and both of them looking like animals caught in the henhouse. I will return later. He said, his mouth twitching with a near smile. As soon as the door shut, they resumed their mock battle, she felt his teeth grip her neck, and the loose skin there, allowed him a good hold. Purely by reflex, her ass raised up invitingly to him, her legs splayed apart, and her tail pulled to the side sharply, moving alongside her body, twitching. He took the invitation and mounted her, plunging his pointed organ into her body. Soon it began to swell, and thicken. She groaned as his knot filled her vaginal opening, and squeezed him deeper, past the muscular ring that lay just inside. He began to thrust into her his organ twitching and pushing on many confined places. She growled her approval of the sensation and he released her neck, to lay his great head upon her back, and his forepaws wrapped her small waist tightly. She dug her steel-tipped claws into the wooden floor for purchase as he started thrusting in earnest. Within seconds she was caterwauling like a wounded thing, but anyone who knew cats knew the sound. The wolf growled and grunted as he took his bitch, and mated her thoroughly. Sharesh was not even sure if she climaxed, so feral was the sensation of being taken by a wolf, but she did feel much better after. The wolf, for his part, still laid upon her back, his swollen knot tying him into her tight vagina. A few minutes later, it began to shrink, and soon slipped out of her. She rose from the floor and told Victor. That was not bad at all. She scratched his head. That may be your least mean form, as far as sex. He shifted back to a man, sitting on the floor in a rather painful-looking pose. Do you really think that is so? He asked. But I was not holding anything back. She grinned at him, and sat on the bed, donning her dress again. Well, youre not quite so well endowed as a hundred pound wolf as you are as a large man or wolf-man. She then added. And youre very playful, did you play with the human women such as that? He nodded. Some of them. He replied. They have become my favorites, they did not scream and try to avoid my affection. He said after some thought. And do you wonder at that? Sharesh said, looking at him with a small tilt to her head. The ones you actually played with, and gave some fun to before taking them were enjoying your coming, even if it meant being bedded by a dog later. While I am no human, and only somewhat knowledgeable of their ways. She said. I think that the women are quite easy to satisfy, easier than I often am. She kissed him as he stood up. Where did you learn of women? He looked down. I was not really taught about women. He said. At twelve, I was sent to my fathers Captain of the Guard, and made to soldier until I was twenty-five. He looked quite unhappy. The Captain did not allow me to be near women, he said it would distract me from my education in the ways of war. He was a fool. Said the cat. She lifted his downturned face. A real soldier fights best when he is defending something. She kissed him deeply, and with as much feeling of affection as she could muster. Which, right after love play, was usually quite a lot. He taught you the ways, but not the whys. She chuckled at her own play on words. A soldier defending people he loves and women he cares for will fight much harder, smarter, and valiantly than a man just fighting to win. Victor nodded. I saw that in battle. When we fought against the Rojandos from the south. The men who were married and had families were our finest warriors, they would stand at the gates of the village, even other peoples villages, and fight like madmen. His eyes took on the distant look of an old campaigner. She knew it well from veterans in both the Windy Isles and Ghant after the ill-conceived wars that Ghant launched on the island nation. The youths would break easily and be cut down as the enemy rode over them. He smiled with old memories. But the married men, and even the widowers, and the ones with lovers at home, they held the line and drove their foes back and often bested them. He said. My own natural abilities were all that kept me from dying many times over. He pointed out. Few could abide me, and fewer still had a hope of actually hurting me. She imagined his nine-foot form, armored and with massive claws bolted to his gauntlets, tearing through the enemy like a child rips through a shrub in play. Enemy shot and arrow bouncing off his armor and hide, and turning aside blades and spear like a stone pillar. He looked at her. I did not enjoy the slaughter I wrought. He said. Some of the others of my kind did. Other nobles of Wulfen blood. He cringed. They reveled in it, howled at the enemy and taunted them as they disemboweled them. Raped their women and dismembered their children. A few tears fell from his black eyes. I did not partake of those pastimes. When the battle was over, I went back to the camp, and to the chapel tent and prayed to the One to deliver us from the hell we were creating. He sighed. After the war, some...many of the Wulfen lords could not adapt to peace. They ravaged their own fiefdoms, and the King, and even their own people dragged them down. He looked at her. That is part of why what you said yesterday struck home with me. I fear my people becoming so frightened of me that they decide that they would be better off under a man who is not a demon among them. She patted his naked thigh. You are no demon. She said, then leaned to him and kissed him again. You are a man with a gift. A very dangerous gift, mind you. But a gift nonetheless. She looked distant a moment. Show me a hundred men eager to do battle, and I will show you seventy-five dead men. She said, it sounded like a quote. Who said that? He asked. Those are wise words. She said. My father. She smiled wanly. He was a leader of my kind, if you will believe it. She looked up. Before we were driven from Niliwan, we had wide holdings there, and were among the great houses. She shrugged. But the fortunes of politics and war, and we were on a refugee ship and landed in Ghant. She laughed bitterly. Luckily, I was old enough to protect myself and young enough to attract men who could help me forward my plans. She looked toward the door. There are a few of us, a few hundreds, mostly in a Ghetto in Varice. She shrugged and stared into his eyes. But we will no longer make war, for Ghant or anyone. We will defend ourselves and our city-state. But we will not go to others homes and take death to their doorstep. Victor nodded. Nor will I. He said. And now I wish to take no misery to anyones doorstep, especially my own peoples. You know, the demand of service from women is considered such in some places. She said, eyeing him with a sidelong gaze. Especially of married women, whos husbands are being dishonored by your requirements. Not to mention the girls involved in general not being give the right to consent. He nodded. I know. He looked ashamed. But the urges are mighty, and when the blood of the wolf flows strong, on nights of high moon, I cannot fight it. He looked at her. I think I can control it enough to try to make it pleasurable for them, but I cannot go without, it would drive me mad. He shrugged. The wolf in me thinks this is my pack, and these are my bitches. He waved his hands out in an all-encompassing gesture. And I will service them, and they me. He sighed deeply. It has always been thus with Wulfen both fair and foul. He smiled sourly. Only the foul ones often leave their women dead or entire families. Luckily, those are mostly gone, and only the few of us with what restraint we had remain. Are there female Wulfen? She asked. Women who can take your impulses and urges and not be hurt, even if fully loosed on them? He shook his head. Only males are born Wulfen, and even if the child is my issue, there is no guarantee of it. He said. I have sired over a dozen children since ascending to my fathers chair, and none have been of the blood. How do you know when one is? She asked. He smiled. They are born as pups. He looked at her. A litter of two to four of them. He chuckled dryly. The mothers are usually quite surprised, but all the midwives about know to send for me if they come across such. He looked at her. We have good records here, for much of the past is important to us. When a woman is with child and carrying to term, it is noted, and the results of the birth or loss must be recorded, lying would not be easy. He saw the look she was giving him, of dubious worry. I see. She said. I am sorry our lesson got so sidetracked today. She smiled. I will make it up to you with a pleasant test tonight. He grinned at that. Vannah again? He said, sounding hopeful. You favor her? She asked, looking at him with knowing eyes. He smiled. I guess I do, she has been with us a long while, and she is a fine girl, and quite pretty. He said. I desired her when I was a youth, even, before I went to war, and she to Ghant. He admitted. But both of us were too young to do anything of that. He looked at her earnestly. Do not say anything to her. I wish her freedom and I cannot marry her or even take her as consort, her lowly status would prohibit it. Sharesh rose from the edge of the bed. I will keep still on it. She promised. And, as my assistant, Vannah will be administering the test again tonight. The smile he wore as he dressed was quite happy looking, and expectant. --- I cannot believe I find myself looking forward to being with the Count again. Vannah said as Sharesh bathed her. The cat wondered if she realized what an honor receiving a tub bath from a rakasta was, Sharesh was getting wet for her sake. The scratches on her leg were mending well, and there was little sign of the bruising on her womanly parts. She talked animatedly most of the bath, causing the cat to smile a lot while she scrubbed and soaped, and played. The girl turned in the tub to face her, and giggled. You look so pitiful. She said, looking at the normally sleek and tawny Sharesh with her fur matted to her body, making her look thirty pounds lighter. The cat smiled. I know. I hate baths. She said. Then why are you in it with me? The maid asked I could have bathed myself for tonight. Sharesh kissed her, grabbing the girls wet hair and holding her in the kiss for a long while. When she broke off the kiss she said. And miss a chance to feel your body? She scoffed. I think not. And her clawed hands massaged the girls conical breasts, causing her to moan. The girl giggled, and ran her slim fingers up Shareshs normally sleekly furred thigh. In the water, it felt like thick paste on her flesh. Its hardly the same, is it? She said, touching the wet fur. For me either. Sharesh answered. Next time, I bathe you my way. Vannah squirmed at the thought. I would love that, though I will not be of much help, I cannot reach as many places as you on my own body. Sharesh leered at her. Good, you just lay still then, and I will tend to it. The long cut the girl had given herself with Shareshs claw was just a thin scab now. The cat looked at it and traced its path with an extended nail. You wish to reopen it? Vannah asked, a promising smile playing on her face. Sharesh looked at her wide eyed. After it heals, if you wish it. She said. Inflicting pain is not my personal preference. The girl sighed and grabbed her finger, and extending the claw, licked it, pressing it dangerously hard to her tongue, it did not break the skin, but it easily could have. I will wish it. She said. Your claws are unbelievably sexy to me. She said. Deadly and precise, weapons and tools, exotic and lethal. She said, letting the cats hand go. She looked at her claw and smiled uncomfortably. You have me bested in an area of erotic desire, Vannah. She said. But I will accommodate your tastes, as I find you more and more irresistible. She shook her wet head. I must get out of this water, though. She said, with disgust in her voice. The girl giggled as she stood up and shook the majority of the water from her fur, starting at her head and then working the intense shaking down to her tail and legs. She then walked out into her room and laid down on the floor where the evening sun was pouring through the windows. Vannah finished bathing and then toweled herself off. She came to the room and sat beside the reclining cat. Youre so pretty, Sharesh. She said, petting her quickly drying chest and belly. The cat looked up, opening her large emerald orbs. Youre pretty yourself, you know? She said. Your hair is so lustrous, it reminds me of my mother, and of the human women of Niliwan, my original homeland, they had thick black hair like yours, though not quite as thick, but equally black. My mothers was thick, though, and lustrous, and shone blue in sunlight, like yours. She said, and touched the girls long tresses. As she touched the girls hair, she responded to the contact by rubbing her face and hair on Shareshs hand. Are you quite certain youre not part cat? She said, smiling up at the girls closed eyes and subtle smile. I suppose I might be. The girl said. But so far as I have seen, all my lineage is human. The cat-girl giggled and extended her claws behind Vannahs neck and pulled her down to her. The girl did not resist and they laid side by side and caressed each other until most of Sharesh was dry. --- It was again ten oclock, and the house staff had left for their quarters. The girl did not look as if she were going to a funeral this time, she was animated and happy as they treaded their way to the Counts chambers. Sharesh smiled to see her thus, knowing that it was a very positive sign of Victors progress to becoming a good and pleasurable lover. Vannah knocked upon his door before Sharesh could and Victor asked them in. They both entered and the girl smiled and bowed to him. Milord. She said, and Sharesh smiled and nodded. Victor was standing near the window. It was dark out, and the room only slightly brighter, with only four candles burning in the corners. Sharesh had requested the mood lighting for tonights testing. He was wearing only a robe, a fine linen one, and Vannahs was identical in her size. It was symbolic, the cat knew, to place them on equal footing in tonights act. Victor cleared his throat. Good evening, Vannah, you look lovely tonight. He said. The lines were not terribly creative, but the girl smiled widely nonetheless. Thank you, Victor. She said. I see Sharesh has something in mind, given our attire. Sharesh placed a hand over her chest. Me? She shook her head. Im just here to observe. She said defensively. Well, that and tell you two how to start, then Im going to fade into the woodwork. Victor chuckled. Very well, my mentor. He said. How shall we start? Sharesh said. Play. The Count knew immediately what she meant and quickly shifted into the great wolf shape he had used earlier. Vannah smiled but looked very nervous. I am very uncomfortable with the idea of a dog taking me, milord. She said. Sharesh leaned in close to her ear. Dont think about him as a male, think of him as a playful doggy, and play. She said in a whisper. Vannah smiled and nodded. Okay. She said, and let her robe fall from her shoulders. She hunkered down and Victor responded by lowering his forelimbs and head almost to the floor, with his tail wagging fiercely. He yipped playfully then barreled at her, with his mouth closed. The girl tried to catch his weight but they both tumbled across the thick carpet with a rumble and a crash as they knocked that same table over. She was laughing heartily as she pushed his head away and leaped upon his back, grabbing him about his middle and bearing him over. He kicked and yipped, and playfully bit at her arms, though he never seemed to actually get a good grip on them. He turned and pushed back and she fell onto her butt. Instantly he spun about and licked her face and neck. She grabbed his great head in both arms and pushed him aside, but he bore her back, bringing his face around for another series of fierce lickings. She continued giggling and laughing throughout this. For a brief moment, she was atop his back and he ran with her there, laying across him, facing backwards, but then she tumbled off and he pounced upon her, laying his weight on her belly and taking little nips and licks at her legs and thighs. She squealed as he grabbed a foot and tickled it with his tongue, then let it go and ran toward her as she sat up. He turned sideways as he rammed into her upper body, and she grabbed him around his belly again. They both rolled over and she flipped him onto his back. She held him there for a moment, catching her breath while he flopped about unable to get any of his legs to the floor with her centering him on his back. She rose to her knees, and started scratching his exposed belly with her nails and he stopped squirming, enjoying the feeling. Then she turned to his massive head and grabbed his ears. He flipped over and jumped over her back. She started to turn when she felt his teeth on her neck. She moaned as she felt him on her back, and she responded by assuming the same pose Sharesh has, almost automatically, her legs splayed apart and her upper body lower down. Her breathing was heavy and fast, and he was panting around her neck. He looked at Sharesh expectantly. Do you wish him to not do this? Sharesh asked her quietly. Vannah smiled at her hungrily. I wish him to do something, I am very aroused. Immediately, he plunged into her, his narrow penis slipping easily into Vannahs body. The girl groaned, and her upper half collapsed to the floor. She pushed back with her ass and thighs, taking him into her. He started pistoning in and out, and she met each trust. She clawed at the carpet as his organ within her swelled, filling with blood. Then groaned loudly into the floor as his knot expanded, stretching her. She looked back over her shoulder at the feral form taking her and moaned loudly then smiled contentedly as the wolf started to use her. She was his bitch for now, and this did not upset her at all. She started grunting as he pounded into her, taking very short, very fast thrusts. Sharesh could hear the girls orgasm approach rapidly with the intensely fast movements. The wolf started to growl and grunt just before that, signs that he was coming then. The girl finally bucked against him and yelled out Victors name again as she worked her long, pleasurable way through her orgasm. She smiled as he slowed. Then raised back up to her hands. He relaxed onto her back, and she felt his cock pulsing in her, pumping semen. She reached one hand back and petted Victor, who was panting and wearing a wide dog-like smile. A few minutes later, he shifted back to man form, still buried deep in her vagina, but going limp rapidly. He grabbed her sides with his hands, and began kissing her shoulders and the back of her exposed neck, which still had little red indentations from his teeth. Finally, he slipped out of her, and stood up. He helped her to her feet, and she looked down at her knees, they were red and raw. Sharesh clucked her tongue and said, Carpet burn. I have ointment for that in my room. She giggled, still examining the girls knees. Hazard of the job. The girl turned to Victor and kissed him, possibly the first time one of his people had made a move at him since he ascended to his chair. He responded by kissing her back and pulling her into his arms. She put her own arms around him and kissed a long while. Finally Sharesh said. I think our test was a success. She said. Was it so bothersome with a wolf Vannah? The girl smiled. Not really, especially since I knew who the wolf really was. Sharesh took her hand. Until the morrow, milord. The Count looked after them. You said if I was doing well, you might consider sharing my bed. The cat regarded him. So I did. She looked at him and Vannah. You will not sleep alone tomorrow if you do well. He smiled and nodded. The two girls bowed and left the room. They did not make it to her room before they started kissing in the hall. Vannah stopped the kiss and said. That was incredible! Her eyes were huge. I felt so...so naughty, with an animal using me! Sharesh smiled patiently. It is intense, is it not? Now you see how much stimulation comes from your own mind. She said to the girl who nodded. Vannah smiled. Even if you left now, and everything went back to as before, I would thank you. She said. I have had pleasures these last two days enough to make me forget any pains. Sharesh took her hand again. I have several more days here, and you several more tests to administer for me. She said. So dont go thinking you are out of the wood yet. The girl laughed. I look forward to it, may the One help me, I do. She said, slightly dazed about that. It is a thing most amazing to me, that what I once dreaded, with just a little change, becomes something I not only seek, but wait excitedly for. The cat kissed her cheek and said. It is a nature of the beast. --- Sharesh let Vannah go home to her family in town the next morning, to visit them, as she normally does every two or three days for a short period. She prowled the manor after breakfast and poked her nose into rooms. She was a cat after all, and it was in her nature to peek into all the corners of her environment. She prowled down the hall from her room, past what appeared to be other guest rooms, as they were decorated differently from hers but had similar furnishings. Finally she came across something different. The room was a library, or she was seriously mistaken. She looked at the rows of books, there were hundreds of them. She looked at the shelves laden with them, heavy oaken things. The room smelled a bit musty, but she supposed a lot of books would smell that way. She slunk about the room, looking at various artifacts on shelves and little tables that were placed randomly in the vaulted chamber. There were a lot of little clockwork devices that she found charming to watch when she wound them up and let them go. A few items looked rather dangerous, with wickedly barbed blades and razor cutting edges. Sharesh could not read Eastron, though, and soon tired of the room. She crept into the hallway and found a staircase down. She walked down the stairs, it was a very narrow staircase, and she decided it must be the servants stairs. She emerged into the kitchens, confirming her suspicion. There were half a dozen people in here and they all turned to look at her. She smiled nervously and waved. Several of them made tentative waves in return, but the rest simply stared for a few moments then went about their work. She walked through the kitchen and out through a pair of double doors, which led to a huge and ornate dining room. A huge table ran through the chamber with at least thirty chairs around it. A fireplace large enough to roast a whole boar within stood against the wall shared with the kitchen. She rowred in appreciation for the paintings on the wall in here. There were over twenty of them, all featuring handsome men wearing severe clothes, black and gray, like the Count seemed to favor. She looked at several closely, and there was definitely a family resemblance to the Count. The page she had cornered yesterday came into the room, headed toward the kitchen. She smiled at him and he stopped dead in his tracks. He babbled something short to her and smiled back. She said I dont speak Eastron, sorry. He said. Me speak bad Ghant. And smiled embarrassedly. He was a skinny lad, and looked maybe sixteen. She quickly considered if she should seduce him, and decided that she would let him have her if he tried. She thought about Juan Cervezas published theory that All girls decide if they are wanting you within five minutes of you meeting them. She had to agree. Then again, she had only met a few men she would not give at least a cuddle to in her life. He looked at her oddly for a moment. Its not terribly bad. She said, and passed by him on the way out the door, slipping her tail over his tight pants and the tight bottom under them. He stared after her as she went into the grand foyer. She looked back over her shoulder. I hope we run into each other another time. She said, giving him a inviting look. She turned around and almost ran into Alexei. Alexei! She exclaimed, causing the poor pudgy man to jump a bit. I wanted to ask you a favor. She gave him some rather detailed instructions, then sent him on his way. He bowed and left the room, headed toward the stables. She smiled, the lessons would be more fun today than before, for both of them. She wandered across the foyer, she had been here before and knew the sitting room was opposite, so she went through the other doors off this room. She opened it slowly, and peered in. There was another huge room here, and it was completely empty. A ballroom, she decided, looking at the band alcove at one end. It was lovely, with bas-relief carvings on the walls and a ledge at about shoulder height for setting drinks. She could not resist the urge to walk out onto the polished marble floor and do some expansive spins, twirling athletically across the floor. She imagined grand ball music playing for her, and began to dance. She had never been taught dance, and had a rather unique form, combining Niliwander martial arts, as taught by her father and rather acrobatic antics that only a rakasta can manage, except maybe by particularly gifted elves. As she landed from a massive leap, she slid on the marble for a long distance before coming to a rest, with her legs spread apart fully. She moved her hands, claws extended, in an intricate pattern, refracting the dappled sunlight pouring in the huge bay windows along the back wall. Then pressed her whole body to the floor. She almost leaped to the massive crystal chandelier when she heard clapping from the doorway. Victor was standing there, smiling broadly and applauding heartily. There was no sarcasm in his expression. I should hold a ball before you leave, to let you embarrass the noblewomen of this land. He said, grinning. Your grace is even greater than your beauty. She smiled and thanked the One that she could not blush, though her ears were laid to the side, indicating her mood to any who could read cats well. She pulled her legs together, standing in the process, in another move that most humans would find difficult. She said. We should dance with you in your beast-man form, that would set the society to talking, would it not? She said. He thought for a moment. Do not tempt me, Miss Sharesh, I may just do that. He said, chuckling. She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Youre a lot sweeter than you think. She said. You should let some of your women out there see that. She smiled at him and pulled him onto the dance floor. She danced about him, spinning and writhing suggestively. Ive taken a liking to one of the page boys, I think. She said, sliding over his back and pressing her hands to his sides as she passed. May I play with him on the side, if it comes up? She asked. He said. Of course you can. He said. You are not the one taking lessons. He smiled as she rounded and slipped up over his leg, gripping it with hers and tilting back until her hands touched the floor then releasing his leg and flipping over to land on her feet. You seem to know your way about both men and women, so I would say you are already trained. She rotated toward him, spinning like a top, with just her toes metal claws on the floor, bent forward until the round back surfaces rested on the floor. She spun very fast, making her a blur of motion. As she got close to him, he reached out one large hand and, timing it well, gripped her shoulder and stopped her as she spun into his arms. She slammed into his body with her back, and arched her back so that she was looking up into his face over her head. He kissed her deeply upside down, and she slipped her tail up between his legs and dragged it over his butt as forcefully as she could. She liked the tight pants that the men wore in this country. She started purring. We can do your next lesson here, if you like. The servants would talk. He said, smiling. She widened her eyes at him. Theyre already talking, from what Ive seen. Hopefully what they are saying is good. She said. Then folded herself and slipped backward between his legs and rolled until she was well behind him and unfolded herself into a leap that let her gently land on the drink ledge. His eyes followed her movements and he applauded again. You could earn a fine living as a dancer, you know? She bowed toward her audience and said. I have, and as many other things before courtesan. She grinned from her perch. And I still do, actually. I make a living doing whatever is asked of me, and you would be amazed at how many men do not want to buy sex. She dropped off the ledge, no longer displaying acrobatics. Id say half of them just want someone to pay attention to them, or show them something theyve never seen. And the other half? Victor asked. She swished her tail around and nuzzled it like a baby in her hands. They want to bed me. She said with a wicked smile. He held out a hand, and she gracefully took it. The two left the ballroom and he escorted her up the wide staircase to the second floor. They were soon in his bedchamber. I wonder what it is like to be one of the half that does not want to bed you. He said as he shut the door. I wouldnt know, I want to sleep with almost everyone. She said, shrugging. What will we learn today? He asked her. Restraint. She said. You will be practicing what you learned the last three days, with a new girl, with whom youve never had sex, at all. She smiled as he looked confused. I will return when the lesson is ready. She said, and left the room, and the confused-looking Victor. --- A hour and a half later, Sharesh appeared at the his chamber door, with Victor sitting on the couch, still, looking over some documents. He looked up, and waved her in. She came in with a young girl in tow. The girl looked almost terrified. Her eyes were wide and her expression extremely nervous. Victor stood and walked to the cat. Is she not a little young? He asked. I am a beast, but I do wait for them to be of age. He looked at the girl. She is of age, as of three days ago. Sharesh said. And she volunteered. She added. Her sister and mother have both suffered at your...hands, and she knows that she will share that outcome if you arent changed. He looked at the girl again. She was slim and short, with the thick black hair common around the Eastern Realms. Her eyes were exceptional, though, being almost the same green that Sharesh had. She had a rather average face, and her mouth was thinner than he liked, with narrow lips and a rather sharp nose. She was not beautiful, but she was not ugly either. She watched the Count with distrust, and a bit of fear. Now, you will get seduce her. The cat said. You will get her to want to make love to you, and you will do it, without hurting her any more than any other deflowering. I do not know, Sharesh... He started, still regarding the young woman. Sharesh cut him off. You will, before anyone will spend the night with you. She said, and went to sit on the sofa. She folded her legs under herself and watched with detached curiosity. Victor glared at her a moment, then turned again to the girl. Welcome to my home...er? He said in Eastron. She looked at him and bowed deeply. I am Trinka, milord. She said, quietly. She smiled timidly. Sharesh couldnt understand them, but got the gist of what was being said by their gestures and reactions. You seem afraid of me, Trinka. He said, giving her a gentle smile. There is little to fear. Trinka looked at him and a bit of distrust crossed her face. Begging your pardon, milord, but I was told to speak truly to you. You frighten me greatly, you have hurt my sister and mother in the past, and I fear you will hurt me too. Her eyes flicked to Sharesh. The Count said. Please, call me Victor, we are alone and I do not need my titles when alone with someone. He said, smiling again. The girl gulped visibly. Yes, Victor. She said, and gave back a nervous smile. Much better. He said. I understand you volunteered for this... He shrugged, ...lesson. She actually giggled. Yes, I did. She looked at the floor. I was afraid you would be taking me soon, and did not want it to hurt. A tear rolled down her cheek. At least my first time. He sat on the arm of the padded chair. If you choose to let this happen today, then I promise it will hurt as little as possible. He said. You are an innocent, though, and there will be some pain, I am sure. She nodded, then looked a bit confused. If? Victor, I said I would do it before I was brought here. He nodded back to her. But only if you decide that you really want to, not just to avoid later pain. He sighed. I promise if you say no, you will be taken home and I will never touch you, but you must give me some time. She smiled at him. Time I am happy to give, Victor. Good! He said, standing. You are a clever young woman, Trinka. He said. I will not lie to you, I would like to make love to you today. Youve a lovely figure. He said, giving her body a long glance. She did look good in Shareshs form-fitting dress. She said. The cat-lady gave me this. She looked at the dress. It is pretty, but a bit revealing. He nodded. She seems to like showing off her figure. He said, glancing at the cat. But, then again, you should, too, for yours is very nice, as well. She blushed a little. I wish I were prettier, Victor. Does not everyone? He asked, chuckling and holding his hands out from himself. Myself included. She stared at him. You? She giggled. Youre very handsome, milord. She said. If you were not so rough with us women of the village, most would give themselves quite freely, from what I hear them say. She looked at the floor. Myself included. Her green eyes flicked to his. She kept going. I even hear about you becoming a beast man or wolf with them and they say those would even be tolerable, as they are handsome beasts, and amazing to behold. It is only my roughness with them that makes them dread it? He asked. She shrugged. For most, yes, though there are some who wish to be loyal to their mates or betrothed. She shook her head. I think you would upset them in any case. She looked at him. Last you were with my sister, you broke her wrist and she could not work for three days from the other pain, and her wrist is still mending. She sighed. You are too aggressive with us, Victor, if I may say so. I am trying to put an end to that. He said. But I was complementing you. He said, his smile surfacing again. She smiled at his words. Thank you victor. She said. But I know I am plain, and wish you would say so, rather than ply me with compliments that are hollow to my ears. He smiled again. You are a very clever girl. He said. And that is meant just for you. He looked at her. And you do have very nice legs, and quite a lovely rump. He said, walking close to her. She tried to keep him in at least her peripheral vision, but he walked all the way around her. She giggled. Than you, Victor, those are compliments I will accept. she looked at him. If I may say you are handsome, and the very image of a great man. She looked him over, with an equally studious eye. He sat back on the arm of the chair. My teacher has challenged me with you, she has. He said, looking over at Sharesh. The girl looked over, too. She is an amazing woman. The girl said. My cousin spoke most highly of her. You are kin to Vannah? He asked her. She grinned. Yes, and Vannah says you are a wondrous lover now. She looked at the floor. It is the main reason I volunteered, in case you start to hurt us again, I will have enjoyed the more enjoyable times at least once. He touched her shoulder and she turned. I am still very scared, though. She said as she faced him. He stood, and stepped right in front of her, dwarfing her. I suppose you should be. He said. But I keep my promise. He said. He pointed to the door. If you wish to leave, then do so. I will never touch you. She stood there for a long moment, then looked at him. No. I wish to stay. She gulped. I...I want you to take me. Her breathing had changed tempo, and he could see her eyes flickering over him. It is not just the lessons. When I heard Vannah describe to me what loving you was like, I wanted to know it for myself. She swallowed again. I think it will be something I will never know again, if I do not try it now. He smiled gently again. You underestimate yourself. He said, and put both of his massive hands on her shoulders. She did not flinch away, just started breathing more heavily. Calm a little, Trinka. He said, and kissed her neck. She sighed at that, inhaling deeply, then exhaling slowly as his tongue touched her throat under her ear. Her hand came up and touched his hair and he turned his head and kissed the palm. She smiled. Then pulled his head gently back to her neck. He began kissing it again, and using his teeth to bite her throat gently. She let out the tiniest of moans and gulped again. He used his hands on her shoulders to start her turning, and she did so. She looked up into his black eyes with her luminous green ones. He lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her gently at first, then more aggressively. His tongue brushed her lips and then parted them. She opened her mouth a tiny way as he slid his tongue within. He felt her tongue against his, and toyed with it for a moment. She gasped as he pulled her hips to him and she felt his manhood press against her belly. What acts have you done with a man? He asked her quietly. She swallowed again. Very few. She said. I have kissed a few boys, and once pleasured one with my mouth and hands. Victor nodded. Very normal for a girl your age. He said. He put his hands back on her shoulders and kissed her neck again. She moaned gently. He slid his hands to the sides of her shoulders and the straps of the flimsy gown went with them, then fell to the floor. She was nude beneath it. Her olive skin was near unblemished, smooth and very tight over her muscles and bones. She made no move to cover herself, but she did blush deeply. You have never been unclothed in sight of a man before? He asked. She shook her head, and looked down. He touched her chin again and lifted her eyes to his. You have been denying men a fine view, then. He said, appraising her figure. Youre body is glorious. He said. She looked down again. I said idle flattery was not to my liking, Victor. She said. He said It is far form idle, young lady. He regarded her body. It is well knit and very well formed. You have nice hips, and very firm breasts. He looked lower, and you womanhood is very attractive to the eye, and believe me, milady, there are unattractive ones out there. He mocked a cringe. This made her giggle and smile up at him. Then I will accept your compliment. He reached out with one hand and touched her stomach, and felt her strained breathing. You are still too nervous. He said, and kissed her cheek. Then he moved that hand up her chest and onto one of her breasts. She gasped, and her hand covered his. Her young face was very plain, but instantly became more attractive as she started to feel passion. With her lips parted and her eyes cast up to him she was much more desirable. He looked down her long torso to her pubic mound, she had a sparse covering of fine black hairs, he could still see her olive skin through the hair, but it would fill in within the next few years. He took her hand from his and put it upon the top button of his shirt. She looked at him then moved her other hand to it and started unbuttoning them. When she had finished she was not sure what to do. She moved right on to his belt, and unfastened it. He watched her as she untied the front of his tight pants, and then she pushed them down clumsily, lowering them to his knees. She giggled when she got to his boot tops. I should have taken these off first. She said. He lifted his foot and she pulled off one boot, then the other as he lifted that foot. She pulled his pants on down, then finally looked back up from her kneeling position. She gasped when she saw his engorged manhood. Would you like me to pleasure you from here? She asked him. He shook his head. I wish to pleasure you first. He said. But I appreciate you asking, very much. She smiled as he lifted her to her feet. He shrugged off his shirt and it fell to the floor among their other clothes. With a gulp, she reached for his erect cock, and encircled it with her hand. Youre quite large, Victor. She said. It is little wonder you cause some women pain. He nodded. I know. Then he said. I assume youve heard of my changing forms? She smiled. Yes, I know you get bigger still, and that, I have to admit, frightens me very much. She looked at his pole again and her hand enwrapping it. He backed toward the bed, and she followed, still holding his penis. He sat down and she sat beside him, her hand never leaving his organ. He chuckled, You seem attached to that. He said. She smiled up at him. I want to get to know what is going to deflower me. She said. Then she looked down. Unless you wish to change forms for that. He lifted her head again, and kissed her deeply. Then he said. No. I will open you as I am. Her face showed relief. Thank you, Victor. That thought had me worried. She giggled nervously. He gently kissed her again, reclining her as he did so. She laid back and he started to kiss his way down her body. Stopping and suckling on each breast, and causing her to moan as he nibbled on the nipples gently. He then began kissing her belly and then dragged his tongue through her pubic hairs. She gasped as he found her clitoris. Her legs moved apart slowly, and he moved between them with his head. Ive never had a man do that before, Victor. She said breathily. He smiled up at her. Then be sure the man you marry will do it before you marry him. He said, and chuckled. She giggled with him, smiling as she laid her head back and he began flicking his tongue over her labia and clitoris again. She moaned softly as he worked between her thighs, and she moved one hand down to run through his hair. That feels good, Mlo...Victor. She said, her face a mask of pleasure. He thought about his old ways of taking women, and knew that by now, a mere week ago, and she would be crying as he pounded his swollen cock into her virginal cunt. Now she was moaning in pleasure and encouraging him with her hands. Her moans turned into groans as he shifted to the beast man, his snout grew long and his hair under her fingers thickened and stiffened into the short bristles of a wolfs massive had. She looked down and sighed out loud as he drove his long tongue into her, feeling about her inner place with it, exploring it deeply. He lapped at her, tasting her virginity that was taken without her notice by his slippery tongue. She writhed on the bed, and grabbed his head with both hands. He growled deeply in his throat, and started lapping at her between long thrusts of his tongue. She pulled on his head, pulling him onto her, driving his moist nose into her clitoris as his tongue filled her up. Her legs were in the air for a moment, then they came to rest on his massive shoulders, and she relaxed them for a brief space. Then they tensed up again, like they were suddenly made of metal, Her lower body lifted from the sheets, and she started moaning loudly, the moan grew louder until it shifted subtly into a high-pitched scream. She yelled incoherently as she reached her climax, and then came back down just as fast, descending through the volume to a whisper of By the One. She laid there and panted a few moments before she looked down again. Victor, I never expected that. She said. I will never doubt my cousin again. She giggled, and closed her legs as he stood. He smiled at her and shifted back to human form, gazing at her and lying beside her as she continued to writhe her thighs together. I am very glad you liked it, Triska. More than you can know. She grabbed his head in both hands and kissed him aggressively. She pulled her lips from his and said. I am glad you did it. She said. Milord, You may have me when you like. She said. I will suffer some pain to earn that pleasure. He grinned and again glanced at Sharesh, who was watching them intently. He noticed she had one hand down between her own legs, and was slowly stroking her own womanhood. She pointed at the girl as if to say Not me, her! He gently urged her to the center of the bed, and laid her flat on her back. He kissed her some more, and played gently with her soft breasts. Finally he said. If you would have me, then move your legs apart. She complied immediately, smiling as she did so. Like this? She asked. Now you play coy? He teased her. She giggled again, and spread her legs more, and lifted her knees. He moved between them poising his large erection over her tiny hole. It glistened with her juices and his saliva. He gently moved down a bit, the head moving her soft labia aside. She moaned at first contact, and her ankles met on his back, just above his butt. He moved down a bit more, and pushed up. She gasped as the thick knob of his head parted the labia and entered the ring of muscle within. Her eyes were locked on his and her mouth partially open. Take me, milord. She whispered to him. I give myself to you freely. He slipped in more, and she shook, her eyes widening, but never blinking or leaving his, her mouth moved open farther and a tiny sound of pain left her throat. She slowly stopped shaking and he pushed in another ways, eliciting the same reaction, but this time she recovered faster, and she smiled. I thought it was supposed to hurt a lot. She teased him. Ive harmed myself worse stubbing my toe. He smiled and finished his plunge into her, giving her almost half of it in one movement of his hips. She groaned in the back of her throat, and her eyes grew very large indeed. But again they did not flinch, nor did they leave his eyes. I did not mean to upset you, if such I did. She said, smiling gently. I simply sought to lighten the mood a bit. He grinned down at her. I did not mean to hurt you, I simply sought to bury my cock in you. He responded, chuckling as he kissed her. She smiled wider and said. I am surprised, by your reputation, that it did not hurt more, but I suppose that is what you have been trying to do. He nodded, and pulled partially out, then back in, she groaned. Oh. She said, her eyes finally shutting, he repeated the motion, then began to take her in fact, not just enter her. She laid very still, but she did seem to be enjoying it more than being upset about it. Victor felt Shareshs hand on his shoulder as he pumped into her. She licked his ear and said. Shift now. Quietly into the cup of his ear. He began to slowly change form. As his already large shaft grew, the girls eyes widened, and she started moaning louder, but still seemed to not be in overly much pain. He continued to grow and she began to show signs of it hurting. Now shift back, stop getting bigger. The cat said. And he painfully for himself stopped the process and reversed it. The girls face registered relief as his organ shrank back to normal proportions. Thank you milord. she gasped between thrusts. I do not think I am quite ready for that. She said, and put her arms about him. He grunted in orgasm as he spilled his seed into her small body, and she sighed as she felt it. He spent himself into her and she caressed him as he laid on her chest. Thank you. She said again, stroking his hair. I saw that stopping hurt you, milord, and I will make it up to you one day. She smiled at him. It would be the least I can do. Victor looked about for Sharesh but she was gone. He slipped off of the girl, and kissed her for a bit. She sat up and looked around, too. Where did the cat-girl go? She asked. I think she was done with us. He said, smiling at her. The girl smiled back. Should I leave? She asked him. He kissed her some more. When you are ready, I will have you driven back to your home. She giggled and snuggled up to him. If you leave it to me. She said, smiling. Tomorrow then. The two shared the bed that night, and he made love to her two more times, not shifting, but staying a man and pleasing Triska, and himself in the process. Sharesh checked on them a few times, and once she found them sleeping, cuddled together, she returned to her own room, where Vannah was also sleeping. She laid next to the girl and cuddled up to her. I told you youd have company tonight, Victor. She whispered.

Phillip tugged his cloak tight about his body against the driving rainfall. Like most evenings in the Crystern Isles, the rain was coming down in sheets. Normally, such storms broke as soon as the land had cooled to the same temperature as the surrounding ocean. However, fall was approaching, a short season on the cool tradewinds from the north, and the rains lingered longer often. He had spent too long at the house of the Blue Order, and it was well past nightfall when he passed under Nalgen's Gate, so named for one of the more popular of Tressen's former monarchy for some victory that all but scholars have forgotten. No walls surrounded Tressen, as an island city-state, it had never needed them. The gate stood as pure symbol, a high marble archway ten paces thick, with ornately fluted columns supporting it from the sides. It was ten paces wide, as well, but towered over him as he passed under, deep gloom in its depths, despite the light that illuminated the streets about it from inns, taverns and irregularly-placed light posts. The keystone stood thirty paces overhead, a magnificent carved work, in the form of a dragon's head, the symbol of Tressen's ruling nobility - when it had nobility. That absence weighed much on Phillip's mind of late. Many of the woes befalling the Blue Order could be laid at the feet of this single issue. The Blue Order had been originally formed by decree of Tressen's king. The king's magister had been its head, and it had been sworn to protect the monarchy. Those few folk who still clung to the traditions of Tressen, a small but powerful minority, felt a betrayal in the fall of the crown and survival of the Blue Order, even after a full century. Shifting winds carried some of the wet beneath his cloak and his mount, another fine beast, with long, powerful legs, wickered and shook its mane at him. Seems it did not care for this poor weather, either. The movement broke his reverie, however, and he looked about, focusing on his surroundings for the first time in most of an hour. Per usual, the streets emptied during the storms. Especially, they would empty for the fall torrents, which were cold and fell with vigor. Stopping at the stables, two blocks from his home, returning the rented horse and tipping the unfortunate youth who worked this late hour with a tenth mark coin, small and silver. The sight of any coin cast in silver, for this child anyway, met welcome from a horse handler. The boy, no older than twelve, bowed and beat a hasty retreat back into the stable, pulling the tall black horse behind him, then pulling shut the tarred oak doors, as well, sealing out the rain and Phillip with his gloomy expression. He arrived at his own door a few minutes later, not much wetter, and much more alert for the walk. It was dark within and had the distinct feel of emptiness that meant no one was home. Phillip chastised himself for a sudden flash of upset, and pushed it back. He did tell Siska that he would be late and that she was to just enjoy herself the rest of the day. Perhaps she was doing just that, enjoying herself - or someone else. A brief and bitter twinge of jealousy shot through him and he pushed that back, also. No room for such feelings. She was his student, not his lover, and she would never be the latter. The thought of her beauty and that it had been offered to him, even since her freedom, made him smile, though. He was inordinately proud of the fact that he resisted her invitation. Not that it had been easy to resist. He glanced into the box that held the other talas spheres, dropping the brightly glowing one among its formerly identical mates, nestled in their velvet cubbies. None of the others glowed as fiercely, and he knew she had not done any 'repairing' to any of these. Now that he thought on it, telling her to do the same thing to another had been something of a mistake, for the first had left her lying on the ground in a swoon, drained of her own mana and frosted over from mana pulled out of the environment around her. "No more charging them like that, young woman," he said to himself as he closed the lid of the box and returned it to its spot in the glass-fronted cabinet. It had been a trying day for him, and he was weary. Tomorrow he would begin her on a new regimen of exercises recommended by Gelten. Since her progress with the arts of spellcasting needed to be slowed, she would be taught other things, as well, things which required great amounts of concentration and would keep her mind occupied with other matters than furthering her studies in magical things. To that end, he would, on the morrow, seek out the assistance of Madam DeSandiago. The Rojanda had, over the years, instructed perhaps half the nobles of Tressen. She was not a tutor herself, as such, but a 'knower of tutors'. When she took a young person under her wing, she organized the instruction regimen of the new student, finding proper instructors and setting up the schedule they would follow. He would loose some of the control over Siska's education that he might resent from time to time. However Siska's time would be so well spoken for that she would be hard pressed to learn much faster than a normal apprentice. Just as he desired at this early, delicate, and dangerous stage of her development in the arts. He plodded up the stairs to the second floor, weary with the exertions of the day, though, and the pleasant thoughts of maintaining Siska's proper educational needs only helped a small bit. Little Siska, as he was now thinking of the homunculous, was lying upon the floor of the common room, sprawled out as if she had fallen while running. Panic and worry gripped his chest, constricting it like steel bands. He lifted the tiny duplicate of Siska, cupping her in both palms. She still breathed, he found with relief, but she was cold, very cold. - - - Siska felt like she had been run through a laundress' mangle. She lifted her head slightly, but the ache that was her body forced her to settle for opening her eyes. The room she was in danced with a candle's flicker and she had to concentrate to focus on the ceiling overhead. Rain pounded on the roof, she could hear, a soft patter of fat raindrops on thatch. "You're awake, then?" asked a voice that cracked with age. Siska could hear someone shifting out of her field of vision. A wrinkled face loomed into view, an old woman, with her gray hair pulled back and pinned up in a bun. "Yes," said Siska, startled at the hoarseness in her own voice. It had come out like a dusty whisper over a parched field. "I don't know what kept you alive long enough for me to mend you, dear," said the old woman, handing Siska a teacup. It was one of four mismatched pieces on the little pewter tea tray. It had the look of fine porcelain, chipped in a couple of places, but still possessing much of its original beauty. "I'm not really a good enough healer to have repaired that hurt had you not had something keeping you going." Siska gave a small shrugged, really just a wiggling of her shoulders. "Perhaps it simply looked worse than it was," she said. She felt exhausted. Magic could not, ever, cure all the hurt a person took. Whether it was an unwillingness on the part of a healer, or a limitation of magic, the thing was truth. Her side hurt mightily, most of the pain originating just beneath her shoulder and behind. "It looked like your entire body of blood was on the cobbles around you, girl," she said. "Your heart was stabbed through, mark my words. Living in this city has given me ample chance to see what sort of wounds kill a man - or woman for that matter." The woman was old, that much was obvious. She had wrinkles like others had hairs. Not that she had any lack of those, some growing from improbable places, mostly one particularly dark and frightening mole. To say she was a homely woman would be to say that manacrystal was cherished. While it would be a true statement, it would fall far short of the real mark for intensity. Under the current circumstances, Siska thought her lovely beyond compare. "And no one saw who stabbed me?" asked Siska. The woman had not given a name and Siska thought it rude to ask just yet. "Oh, people saw him, I'm sure," she said. "And if twenty people saw him, you'll get twenty descriptions of what he looked like. I trust witnesses almost as much as you should trust the motives of young men." Siska blushed at the old crone, dipping her head demurely. "Some men have clear motives," she said. "Only those who admit they seek to claim you as their own," said the woman, following that with a cackle that truly marked her as a crone. The woman shook her head though, muttering. "You'd not know it to look at me, dearie, but I was once almost as fair as you." Siska tried to don a smile that would say that she thought the woman not as far fallen as she, herself, did. "Bah, don't deny it that I'm as homely as an old sun-dried apple now, young one," she said, seeing Siska preparing to speak. Siska sat back tightening her jaw and stopping the words that had almost flowed off her tongue. She said something that would not countermand the woman's order, though. "I want to thank you for what you've done," she said, finally, reaching for her purse, which had been placed on a small table next to the bed in which she lay. The old woman pushed her hand back. "If I wanted your coin, I'd have taken it already. You've not enough in that purse, I wager, to pay for a tithe of the arts I expended healing you as much as even I could." Siska nodded miserably. She was in the woman's debt, heavily. "I would repay you in whatever way you require of me." "Good," said the old woman. "Then you will tell me why you are scryshielded and why someone would hire a paid knife to assassinate you." "Assassinate?" asked Siska, suddenly sitting up and feeling the newly formed skin over her wound protest at the abuse. She slumped back onto the pillows and sighed. "The assassin said something as I fell, about a young nobleman whom I crossed words with earlier today." "Harsh words rarely earn a rebuke quite so pointed," said the old woman. "You're sure you only crossed words?" Her expression was sidelong, knowing, and offended Siska deeply. "Despite what you may think of me," said Siska, a distinct chill creeping into her soprano voice, "I only exchanged words with Lord Tornadin, nothing else." The old woman's eyes opened wider, revealing their color for the first time. They were bright green, like emeralds set in wrinkled leather against her aged, sun-browned skin. "Young Lord Tornadin, eh?" she asked. "He is a fiery one, that. I've patched more than one hide pierced by his retorts. He's a fondness for dueling that is matched by few. Granted he doesn't really duel most of my custom, rather than simply attack them as his inferiors." Siska nodded. "That sounds like him, yes." "And you were foolish enough to cross him?" asked the crone. The young apprentice had her back up again. "It was not as if I knew who I was speaking to." "Where have you been, then, living under a rock?" she asked. "I've had precious little contact with noblemen, One protect that happy state continues. Yet even I know who Lord Tornadin is and of his particular favor to violence." Siska dropped her eyes again. "I was living on an estate," she said. "I should have guess the daughter of a noble, no doubt living out in one of the country estates and visiting the big city," said the old lady. "Your father should have had the sense to hire a guide and give you a bodyguard or. . ." "I am not the daughter of a noble," said Siska, her voice lowering. "I live on an estate as property, not owner." Perhaps I should simply have 'former slave' tattooed across my brow, she thought. This admission seemed to startle the old woman, who seemed not in the least upset with half dead people. "Former slave?" she asked. "You're a runaway?" "No," said Siska, hastily, looking about herself, as if there might be hearers in the tiny cottage. So far as she could tell, there was but one room, largish as it was, that held the entire household, including two nooks with beds, one of which she lay in. She did not even wish the word said around her. It could so easily lead to an embarrassing and painful series of events, even if ultimately, her records would be found and her status as a freed slave determined. "I was freed, just last week." "I see," said the old woman, rubbing a wrinkled hand across a more wrinkled cheek. The mole tried, for the third time thus far, to draw Siska's eye, but she fought the urge and kept looking at the woman's face. "But what of the scryguarding, then?" Her sudden question reminded Siska it had been asked in the first place, before the sidetrack of her status. "My mentor scryguarded me," she said. "If such is what it is called. He wished to keep my status somewhat shielded." "Mentor?" asked the old woman. "You're of the arts?" Siska nodded. "I am apprenticed to Phillip Naamen of the Blue Order." She looked down to find her pendant gone, along with the silver chain which had held it. "I had a dragon pendant." "No doubt the would-be assassin, or someone else, took it. Else it may have just fallen off when I asked the two young men to carry you." Given how the old woman had browbeat the two young men who had been with her when she awoke, somehow Siska suspected 'asking' was a gentle euphemism. The crone had laid into them as if the two had injured Siska themselves, not just carried her. One only knows how far they had run, at full speed, from the panting they did. "So, you're a young wizard, are you?" asked the old woman. "Well, a girl going into the arts is something I can appreciate." The crone was a sorceress, Siska knew, she could see the faint halo about the woman. Phillip had explained to her the difference between wizards and sorcerers, and showed her a couple of texts that dealt heavily with the subject. There were two ways to become a sorcerer. The first was to be born with a gift. The second, a much grimmer way, was to steal the gift from another. "Don't worry girl," said the old woman at her worried look. "I came by my gifts honest. Else, I could do more than heal feebly and see auras." Not that there would be evidence, either way. The main source for the gift of healing, for those who had no qualms, was to kill an elf. Elven folk inherently possessed that gift, and many dark sorcerers begin their path down that hellish trail by draining the life of an elf in a dark ritual that left them with that ability, and the elf dead. False sorcerers, as they were known, were not as strong in the gifts as those they stripped them from, but they still had the gift. Elves, lupine, even dragons, could fall victim to the gentle methods of 'stripping', as it was called. Siska had been horrified, reading this in Phillip's library. There seemed extensive studies made of false sorcerers and true sorcerers. At least, it seemed Phillip had a fascination for them. Even the blandest, most clinical descriptions of the methods of 'extraction' for a gift was almost enough to make her retch. Wizards were different. They possessed no inherent gifts, except the ability to sense and manipulate mana about them. A wizard had to learn every application of magic they wished to utilize. They had to provide mana for their magical powers. Sorcerers could use their powers freely, within limits, and could use their powers almost instinctively. Even those who stole the power from another could use it with little practice. A rivalry naturally sprang up between wizards and sorcerers. In some places that rivalry flared into open hostility and aggression. In some regions, one or the other was outlawed, in a few, such as Costa Roja, both were. Siska gave the old crone, who did, after all, look every part the storybook witch, a long, considering look. "I had you at my mercy, my young wizard," said the woman, seeing the look, which did have a few shreds of suspicion tossed into the salad, and returning a broad smile. "I lay on hands, not breathe on my patients, as elven folk do." Siska gave her a nod, she had been half conscious part of the time, and knew this to be fact. Some of the suspicion evaporated, though not quite all of it. "Pity you weren't so suspicious before the knifing." A rich rose climbed into Siska's cheeks and she nodded her head. "Yes, a pity." Her agreement was grudging. She hoped that, in the future, she would be a bit more wary of shuffling feet behind her. One of the two boys returned who had carried her. Ducking into the little cottage out from the rain. It was a very old cottage, Siska thought, the lintel over the door was so low that the tall, gangly youth had to truly duck into the place. Houses were built like that in the past on the isles. Materials were short for the earliest of penal colonies that made up its original founding. Siska looked about the little cottage again with newly appraising eyes. The place was snug and warm, despite the cold winds blowing the rain into a froth outside. The smell of the bay was strong in the air, smelling of salt and silt. The room was furnished plainly, but all that furniture was well made though age-worn. The woman she was under the care of was not wealthy, from appearances. A roaring fire burned in the fireplace, and a tall stack of wood stood beside it, ready to be added. There was no glass in the windows, another mark of poverty, but the shutters were fitted tightly and edged with leather to aid in sealing. It had all the earmarks of someone who took great care, despite a lack of coin. "It's rude to ask," said Siska, pulling her eyes from the cottage back to the old woman, "but I don't know your name." "And I don't know yours, girl," said the woman, smiling again. "It would be more polite for the younger to introduce herself." Siska shrugged a small shrug, nodding. "I am Siska," she said. The way she said it made it obvious that it was her only name. "I am Sherlynn Lemarsal," said the old woman. She then stood and turned to pour a pitcher into a turned wooden cup, carefully engraved with tiny roses. The scent of wine filled her nose and Sherlynn held the cup out to her. "You need sleep, dear," said the wrinkled old woman. "Phillip will worry for me," said Siska, protesting and trying to rise for a second time. Pain ripped through her from the back of her ribs and deep inside and she fell back onto the soft mattress. "He might, and will be immensely relieved when you come home hale and hearty," said the woman, still holding forth the wooden cup. "I've added some herbs to it that will help you sleep." Siska nodded and took the cup, the woman spoke sense. She sipped from the cup and the sweet wine warmed her throat and belly. With surprising speed, she had drained the cup and lay her head back onto the pillow. "Thank you," she said, feeling the effects of the wine and whatever was in it begin. "We'll speak when you waken, Siska." - - - Two men stood just inside the front door, both wearing oilcloth cloaks and carrying long rods of polished steel. Deep inside the rods were light stones, set at the back. The gleaming insides of the rods reflected and concentrated the light from the stone into a tight, bright beam of light that formed white circles of illumination on the floor of Phillip's common room. "Nearest I can tell, she was seen on the street, and was attacked by some man in a mask," said Phillip, pacing excitedly. The others in the room, bounty hunters, nodded. The two had a seedy, rough-hewn look to them, despite one being dressed in what looked to be Ghantian merchant's garb, complete with gold embroidered cuffs. Phillip was nervous simply to speak to them, much less retain their services. "You have her description and that of those that helped her," said Phillip, again setting the pair to nodding. "Consider the rods a retainer and one hundred marks to him who finds her." That got their attention. The word had been a standard fee, not a inconsiderable sum, at a twenty-five marks. This wizard must want his little minx back badly to give out such an amount. Phillip grimaced as they shuffled out of the common room and into the downpour. Siska had gone missing just after noon and she could be anywhere in Tressen by now. He shuddered at the thought about how many places outside of Tressen that could have been gotten to by now. Tarmal tsked at him from the armchair. "I don't think bounty hunters was the proper way to go about this," he said. "You tell me who else I can ask at this hour," snapped Phillip, turning on him. "Almost half the Order doesn't want her around, due to me, due to her power, due to their own blindness." Tarmal nodded. "But she is a member now, whether or not they like it," he said. "They would have no choice." "I would rather have eager, greedy eyes seeking for her than eyes that truly wish her to remain missing." Phillip paced back and forth as Salira emerged from their kitchen. "She came to for a minute, and then fell asleep again," she said. She was holding the tiny homunculous in her hands. Tarmal looked at her with an odd expression as she cradled the tiny Siska. "Her detail is exquisite, your apprentice knows herself well," she said, peering closely at the tiny copy of the young woman. "I've never seen such detail and precision in a homunculous." "That's probably what's wrong with the little thing," said Tarmal. "She's so closely aligned to Siska, in truth, that she is suffering from the same effects." Tarmal specialized in thaumaturgy, the magical study of the interrelation of things. "Then Siska regained consciousness for a moment?" asked Phillip, his eyes glimmering with hope. "Or else the Homunculous, who is in truth unhurt, simply overcame the bond for a moment." He looked at little Siska who was sleeping quietly in his wife's palm. "She seems to be simply asleep this time." Phillip nodded. "Maybe Siska is well now," he said. "But she is still missing." "Even with healing, she would be far from well, if your witnesses are correct about her being stabbed in the back," said Tarmal. "You're a comfort, my husband," said Salira, her hazel eyes giving him a level stare. "Shall I kick him in the shin by way of added commiseration?" Phillip threw himself into one of the armchairs. "No, he's right," he said. "I should be cautious with my hopes. From what the witnesses said, she looked dead already to them and she fell like a rag doll." Both Tarmal and Salira looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "I'm so sorry," said Salira, reaching out a cool hand to stroke his cheek. "We will pray for her safety. So long as the homunculous lives, Siska lives." Phillip rose from his chair and picked up another of the long steel rods, then strode to the hooks inside the door, where his own oilcloth cloak hung. "I can't give up yet," he said, then strode out of the house, slamming the door behind him without a backward glance. Salira and Tarmal looked at each other in that way that only old friends and long married people could manage. Tarmal picked up a metal rod and waved it at her. "Not a word," he said, growling the words. "I love you, dear," she said, holding down a smile of pride in her husband. He tugged on his cloak with vigorous pulls and gave her a sidelong look. "And I love you, kitten," he said, throwing himself out the door and letting the door slam behind him. Salira sighed, shaking her head at the men in her life. She sat the little Siska down on a soft pillow on the long couch. Imagine, Phillip has throw pillows, she thought. Tarmal had taken the last of Phillip's light rods. Useful devices, those, gave one a good beam of light and did not disturb the whole neighborhood with unwanted side illumination. Phillip was a great one for combining magic with mundane to make interesting things. She shrugged on her own cloak, a pale green one with a hem of light blue. She sighed deeply and cast a small spell, deftly controlling a little mana and her eyes flashed blue for a moment. "They always do things the hard way," she said, grinning and then stepped out into what was to her, broad daylight on a particularly sunny day, even the rain was invisible to her eyes now. Salira pulled the door shut gently behind her and there was a flash and the bolt secured the door to the frame with a loud snap. - - - "You look much better for the wear," said Sherlynn, opening the shutters on her small cottage and allowing the morning sun to enter the darkened little house. Siska blinked at the sudden brightness and lifted her head. A little muzziness still clung to the edge of her consciousness, but it quickly faded to a background haze. She sat up quickly, looking about herself before realizing where she was and who she was with. The stitch in her back was far lessened from last night. "You're feeling better, too, I'll warrant," said Sherlynn, chuckling. Siska looked down to regard her nude body. "You would not have wished to wear that dress now, dear," said Sherlynn. "It is quite ruined, I fear. It was a fine garment. A pity." "I only wore it the once," said Siska, sighing and pulling the sheets up to cover herself. The old woman nodded in sympathy, picking up a plain farmgirl's dress. "I thought as much," she said. "One of my neighbors brought this by after you went to sleep, she said it should do, even for a highborn lady, for something to wear home." Siska smiled at the very idea of her being highborn, but said nothing of it. She reached again for the pouch, pulling out two silver marks. "Give her this," she said. "To pay for it." "Dear girl," said Sherlynn, taking the coins. "She may not take it from you, you know, some of these folk are proud, even if poor." "If she doesn't, then use it for alms," said Siska, sliding out of the bed and standing to pull the long dress over her head. It was a bit tight across the hips and loose across the chest, but fitted closely enough. It also fell several inches short of the floor. "Ground dragging dresses are fine for ladies, but poor folk have to try to keep them up, and it's a sore trial," said the crone, noting her look. "Not that you mind showing a bit of leg, hmm?" Siska gave her a weak smile. "No, I don't." She cinched the bodice as tightly as it would allow, without bunching on her chest and pulled on her boots. "I still don't know how to thank you, Mistress Sherlynn." "You will be called upon to do a good deed for another, or many others, just remember this then," said Sherlynn in sage tones. Siska nodded at that. "I will." When Sherlynn pulled open the door to her tiny cottage, the two youths from the previous day stood. They had been sitting on her low stoop. One was shoving a leather cup into his pocket. "You lads know I don't take with dicing on my porch, Bradler," said the old crone. "Yes, ma'am," said the one who had the cup. "I'll not again." The quick bow the youth gave the old woman was heartfelt if clumsily executed. The old woman turned to Siska. "This is Bradler and Tannis," she said to Siska. "They will be ensuring you get home safe." The two youths were young, probably barely fifteen, if that. However, they stood taller than Siska and looked strong, healthy lads. One had typically Crystern dark features, with nearly black hair and brown eyes. The other was a descendant of the penal settlers, a redheaded youth with gray eyes. Both shared a disarrayed look, like they had been playing. The one with the dice cup spoke again. "It's good, milady, to see you on your feet again." He made another of the small bows to Siska, who nodded her head in return. She considered him a moment. He reminded her of Keeley's brother, Garel. He had one of those smiles, too, though this one had yet to blossom into the dangerous thing that his older version owned. "It was kindly done, asking these young men to escort me," said Siska, turning to face Sherlynn. The old woman gave her a wide smile, showing a couple of gaps in her teeth. "I asked nothing, they asked me this morning when I first awoke, not ten minutes after the sun first broke the horizon." Both the youths nodded enthusiastically, though the dark one had yet to speak. "I think, maybe, they were taken by your pretty face, truth be told," said Sherlynn, narrowing her eyes at the young men as if to question their motives. Siska smiled at that, too. She was becoming used to men reacting to her favorably, and was not inclined to try to stop men doing so just yet. "We'd offer if she were as homely as a sack of turnips," said the roguish one, his gray eyes sparkling. The crone, laughed and pointed off down the street with a knobby, bony finger. "Off with the pair of you. Keep out a keen eye for Miss Siska, too." The two young men were as good as their word. Despite their youth, they seemed to take their charge seriously. As she moved down the street, looking back to see Sherlynn still upon her stoop, they flanked her on both sides, their heads turning constantly, eyes scannin in every direction. They might be young, little more than boys, but their eyes had the look of Defenders. Siska decided to tell Mannis about them, perhaps he could talk to them about joining the Defenders. "Did you really offer to escort me?" asked Siska, still not believing, completely, Sherlynn's story. The tall boy, taller than Siska by a hand, maybe two, nodded. "Yes," he said. It was the first he had spoken. Tannis was certainly not one to waste words, she decided. "You value words, do you, you spend them so tightly." He looked at her a moment, then his eyes resumed their scanning. "It's not that I don't wish to speak to you, Miss, but I don't know what to say." The red haired boy murmured in agreement from her other side. "We've not spoken with a highborn lady before, least other than to say good day," he said. They had passed out of the southside, surprisingly near Tarmal's home, back to the market quarter, where people were all about them again and the hubbub of the great square filled the air, along with it's distinctive scents. The quality of the building had improved, as well. Down near the warves, the houses were pitched wood, with some of them bearing stucco for accents. In the market quarter, they were good brickwork, with stucco over their entirety and painted pretty pastel colors on their lower half and at accents, around windows and along the edge of the roof. The roofs themselves went from pitch-covered thatch to ceramic tiles. Siska took a moment to examine the boys more closely, which they seemed too busy looking about to note. Both were clean, if disheveled at the moment. Their clothes were in good repair and were good woolen trousers and tunics. But there were a lot of repairs on both and they were much faded from their original hues. Most folk had their clothes dyed yearly, except for work garb. Lye soap had a way of stripping even the best dyes from garments. Siska doubted either of these youths had gotten these clothes redyed since they were first made. When one was poor, dye was a luxury, and bright clothes when a soul went hungry was little consolation. Neither boy was lean, though, and Siska suspected their parents fed them well enough. They were healthy lads, and both would become good looking men in a very few years. If some girls, younger by a couple of years, did not find them appealing, even now. They crossed the market square and started down Rayfish Lane. Siska felt unease creep up her legs and into her back, then finally her neck as they closed on her home. At last, they passed where she had been stabbed. She half expected to see a pool of dried blood there, but the spot was clean. Of course, all the rain had washed it away, surely. The spot made her decidedly uncomfortable, though, and she lowered her head and scurried past it, causing both Bradler and Tannis to jog to keep up with her. They said nothing, though, and their expressions were placid, if more alert than before. Only then did she notice Tannis was fingering the wooden hilt of a knife in his belt under his gray woolen jacket. She wondered if Bradler had similar armament. They came to the path to Mentor Phillip's home and they boys stayed with her to the door, flanking the opening like guards taking up a post. Siska fished into her belt pouch and produced two tenth-mark pieces, handing the silver coins to the boys. "Thank you, both of you," she said. "What you've done was all but heroic." "I think I got all your things that fell out," he said, handing her the wickerwork shopping basket. "If I missed any, I'm sorry." Both boys stammered at her, but took the proffered coins. In a fit of pleasure at their discomfort and blushing, she grabbed one, Tannis first, and kissed his cheek, having to crane her neck to do so, then she kissed Bradler's. The blush on both boys deepened to full crimson and they beamed as if their faces were frozen in perpetual smiles. "Go with the One," she said, giving each a nod and turning to open the door. - - - Salira poured tea for Phillip and Tarmal, glowering at the two of them. "You've got to sleep some, you two," she said, putting down the pot and then planting her fists on her curved hips. "I've got to find her," said Phillip miserably. "You'll not find her if you're so stumbling tired that you cannot walk," snapped Salira, giving him another glower. Her ire turned on Tarmal. "And you, I saw you nearly pitch into that watering trough when you were crossing the street." Both men contrived to look sheepish. "You've not slept either," said Phillip, sipping the tea. His eyes were red and swollen, he had been crying. The awakening of the homunculous had done little to cheer the men, though Salira declared that it must mean Siska was well and up and about. The little copy of Siska was sitting on the table devouring a strawberry. She was smiling and humming to herself as she ate, ripping hunks of the strawberry free and stuffing them into her mouth. Despite all that, she was not wearing much of the fruit, at least not as much as one would figure, given her questionable table manners. "I took a short nap just after dawn," said Salira, as if that were plenty of sleep for anyone. Both of the men snorted at her and she bowed up her back, thrusting her chest out. "Both of you, lie down for a while. I'll make sure you don't sleep too long." Phillip had to admit he was having a hard time concentrating on even eating, much less walking. The teacup before his eyes revolved in his vision oddly and he blinked up at Salira. "Did you add something to the tea?" Salira gave him a hurt expression, contriving to look offended. She was not much of an actor, nor poker player, and she blushed to her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, Phillip, but you must sleep." Tarmal blinked at her, trying to bring her into focus. "We'll have to talk about your gentle methods, dear, when I wake up." Salira nodded and gently urged the almost completely sleeping Phillip to his feet and, putting his arm over her shoulders, helped him to his bed chamber. She returned to find Tarmal quite unconscious on the table. She managed to get him to the long bench in the common room with the use of only a small spell. "Hate me later, if you must," she said as she sat down in one of the armchairs and opened one of Phillip's books from his study. When the door opened, less than an hour later, she looked up slowly from the book, smiling. "Hello Siska," she said in a soft voice to the golden-haired apprentice as she peered in. "We've been worried for you." Siska looked somewhat frightened, but smiled in return and closed the door. She sat her shopping basket on the end table next to the long bench upon which Tarmal was sprawled. "I was attacked," she finally said, whispering. "So we heard," replied the older wizard, closing the book and not bothering to mark her place in the text. She rose and walked up to Siska, craning her neck back slightly to look into the taller girl's eyes. "Do you know by whom?" "No, though the man said Lord Tornadin,' said Siska. "Tornadin, hmm?" asked Salira, giving Siska's reply a nod. Her hazel eyes regarded the young woman. "I can show you some spells that will turn an attacker's blade." Siska looked down at the floor. "I've already learned a few," she said, though her voice sounded meek and a slight flush came to her cheeks. "It'll not happen again." "Good," said Salira with some measure of vehemence in her voice. "We don't want people thinking they can just go about stabbing members of the Blue Order." Her lips pursed as she thought for a moment, bringing one finger up to her mouth and worrying the nail. "Perhaps, until I've done some research, you should forget who sent your attacker." Siska blinked at her. "I should lie?" she asked. "Not lie, per se," explained Salira, her eyes focusing over Siska's shoulder. "Simply do not remember that particular detail for now." Siska nodded, looking at Tarmal and then looked back at Salira. "Only for a short while?" "Yes," said Salira. "Only a few days." The homunculous was walking into the common room, peering at the corners, as if searching for something. She had her nail clutched in both hands and was crouching low in a sneaking posture. When she saw Siska, however, she dropped the nail with a small ping and ran at the woman, arms outstretched to hug. Siska made a peculiar squeaking sound and bent to scoop up the little copy of herself in her hands. Little Siska chittered happily as Siska kissed the top of her tiny head. "She's vocal, too?" asked Salira, looking at the little copy with widened eyes. "She makes some sounds, yes," replied Siska. "Though she cannot speak." The homunculous was all but dancing in Siska's palm, capering and beaming at Siska. "Little Siska seems to have missed you," observed the wizard. Siska smiled happily at the antics of her small duplicate. "I missed her, too," she said. "I worried what would happen to her with me hurt." "The link between you and she is a strong one. She collapsed when you were hurt and was up and about this morning." Salira took Siska's hand and walked her to the kitchen. Tarmal had stirred and muttered something, and Salira wished to let him sleep a while yet. Siska returned to snatch up the basket and carry it into the kitchen to deposit it on the table, where Salira already sat. "I bought her some things," said Siska, giving Salira a sheepish smile. "Phillip says as long as I don't unsummon her, she will stay permanent." "So I've been told, too," replied Salira. "Mine were never worth keeping about. My own homunculus looked more like a bad sculpture in clay and she had a tendency to get herself hurt." Little Siska had managed to climb up onto the table and was eyeing the wickerwork of the basket, debating whether she should climb that, too. Siska saved her the effort and began pulling out things from the basket. The first was the dresses that she had bought for the miniature Siska. Little Siska clapped and let out a high-pitched squeak of pleasure at the sight of the doll dresses, and immediately began pulling her robe over her head. "I hope you don't disrobe quite so eagerly," observed Salira with a grin. She was rather taken aback when Siska would not meet her eyes and blushed deeply. The little copy was already pulling on the first dress, a tiny version of a peasant's dress, similar in cut to the one Siska was wearing, but in bright blue with darker blue at the sleeves. Despite a keen attempt to make the dress fit properly, the cords were a bit much for little Siska's hands to pull tight, and Siska had to help her tie it. "There," she said. "Now you look like me again." She took the others away when little Siska seemed determined to try them all on and fished out the other objects she had bought. The miniature was fascinated by the dollhouse furnishings, including the bed, which she immediately threw herself upon and bounced, still emitting the pleased, chirpy sounds. The spear, however, was what made her tiny eyes light up. She grabbed it from Siska's own fingers and looked at it with fascination. The look on her face, standing there in the blue peasant's dress, clutching the spear was one of sublime joy. A moment later, though, she was clambering down from the table, the spear thrust through the belt of the dress, across her back. Her little eyes were gleaming with anticipation. Both Siska and Salira watched all this silently and Salira blinked a few times as she looked back to Siska. "She's remarkable," she said. "I never saw such personality in a homunculous." Siska did not quite know how to respond to that, never having seen one before little Siska. Or one since, for that matter. The motherly wizard leaned back in her chair. "You may cause me to forgo retirement, young woman, just to study you," she pronounced. "I think a scholar could do worse than to simply walk about with you and see what you do and learn." The young woman in question blinked at her again. "Surely you have better uses of your time," she said. The very idea of someone watching her at all times rather horrified Siska, on a very personal level. "I would not intrude into your life like that, Siska," said Salira, giggling at the wide eyed fear that crossed the apprentice's face. "I would like to speak to you regularly, though." Siska gave her a slow nod. "Should we not awaken Phillip and let him know I'm well?" she asked. "Probably," said Salira, sighing. She was beginning to suspect a level of naivety in Siska that she was hard pressed to match. The young woman was far from guileless, and was frighteningly smart. She, however, was equally unskilled in reading people beyond the surface. "Siska, we must speak of things later," she said. Salira feared the poor girl learning of hidden motives and subterfuge at unkind hands that would take advantage of her in ways both personal and political. As a powerful mage, she was a tool to be wielded by someone, a mighty and dangerous weapon. As a lovely young woman, she was a potential toy for someone who wished to ensnare Siska's heart with motives base and shallow. Worse yet, some folk would desire her for both purposes, feeling that such a prize was well worth going to great lengths to attain. In a quick motion, Siska was standing and moving toward the door. She had decided to awaken Phillip, and was moving to act on that. This was something Salira thought would serve the girl well. She did not hesitate once deciding something. So long as the decision was a good one, it would serve her well, that is. "I'll wake him," said Siska as the older woman rose from her chair. "I wish to speak to him a moment." The unspoken request for privacy was obvious and Salira dropped back into the chair. She nodded slightly and gave Siska a encouraging smile. Siska climbed the stairs and walked the short upstairs hallway to Phillip's room. Upon entering, she remembered the last time she had been in here, and what had almost happened. She smiled at her foolishness then, and smiled more warmly at the slumbering form of Phillip on the bed. He was fully clad, including his boots and was curled on top of the coverlets, snoring gently. "Phillip," she said quietly, wishing to wake him gently. His eyes snapped open anything but gently and he gasped in air as he caught sight of her. "Siska!" he said, virtually leaping from the bed. An impressive feat for a man who had been lying in a curl. Before she could so much as reply again, he was crushing her ribs in a bear hug. "I was terrified someone had killed you." His voice was muffled by her hair. She put her arms about his waist and patted his back. "I was very nearly," she said in a murmur, not having enough air for proper speech. "A healer found me, though, and mended my hurts." "Thank the One," said Phillip. There was a distinct hitch in his voice and she knew he was crying. The powerful and confident mage crying set her tears flowing as well. "If you know who it was, I will see them rewarded." Siska gave a soft giggle. "I fear they will not take reward," she said. "Sherlynn refused me offering her any coin, either." Phillip chuckled. "I had heard Sherlynn was a sorceress, but thought it rumor." Siska shook her head, finally able to pull back from the embrace that slackened to release her. "No, she is a healer. She saved my life." Phillip guided her from his bedchamber back down the stairs. Tarmal was in the kitchen now, too, sipping tea and watching Siska with crinkled, smiling eyes. "Good to see you well," he said. The apprentice gave him a small bow and said, "Thank you Mentor Tarmal." She was doing her utmost to present the outside world with the appearance of a formal apprentice. That these three had obviously missed out on sleep in seeking her made her heart ache with affection. "Do you know who attacked you?" asked Phillip as he poured himself a cup of the steaming tea. The tea smelled of mint and other spices, and he sniffed at it suspiciously, looking toward Salira before sipping it. Salira's features were a mask of blandness, revealing and acknowledging nothing. Siska looked toward her as well, with small worry in her expression, then said, "It's rather hazy to me. I do not think it was anyone I know, though." Phillip chewed his lip, his lean face reflecting deep concentration. "I better get word to the hunters," he said. "I wouldn't want them grabbing you off the street." "You should probably be resting, Siska," said Salira, shoving back her chair and rising from the table. "Let me walk you to your room." Phillip and Tarmal left the house, bound for wherever they had found the bounty hunters. The two women entered Siska's bedchamber. "Well stated," said the older woman, patting Siska's shoulder. Siska blushed slightly. "I don't like lying to Phillip," she complained, sitting on the bed and pulling her boots off. "He deserves the truth." "If you told him the truth, he's hot headed enough to do something foolish," said Salira, picking up Siska's boots and storing them in the wardrobe. "Also, my Tarmal is fool enough to follow him into that trouble." The apprentice replied with a nod as she fumbled with the ties at the front of the peasant dress. "Let me do some looking about before you tell Phillip everything," said Salira. "I may not be a active member of the Blue Order anymore, but I do still know folk." Siska tugged the dress off over her head then stood to try to look at where she had been stabbed in the long mirror. Salira touched the sensitive spot with gentle fingertips. "It will leave a scar," she said softly. "I feared that," said Siska, puckering her lips in a near pout. "Is it unseemly?" "It's small, barely worth notice," replied the older woman, handing the younger a night gown from the wardrobe and helping her pull it on when lifting her arms straight upward proved painful to Siska. "The healer told me two days rest, at the least," said Siska as she lay back onto the feather pillows. "She also gave me something to brew into a tea, twice a day. It's in my belt pouch." "You just rest for now, dear," said Salira, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing Siska's hair from her face. "You know, I wish I had a child." It seemed a bittersweet observation as she spoke it to the young woman. "If you desire them, do not wait too long before settling down to do so." "I'll try not to," said Siska, giving the woman a kindly smile in return. - - - "You saw her?" asked Mannis, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the ceremonial sword at his side. "Where?" The young man he spoke to, a younger trainee of the Defenders, flinched at the anger in Mannis' voice. "On Rayfish Lane," he said. "Someone had stabbed her." The older trainee seemed unable to speak, his mouth opened ineffectually, then closed again. This lasted several moments before he said, "I must find her." "Mannis," said the underclassman, his voice filling with sympathy, "she looked dead." Those last words fell across Mannis' shoulders as he turned and strode down the gleaming marble hall toward the section of the barracks that housed the instructors. Varan caught him as he turned toward the office of the lord commander. "You can't run off now," he said, his voice low and entreating. "Our final testing is to begin on the morrow." "Siska was stabbed on the street," said Mannis, tears brimming in his eyes. "Not three hours after our walk." Varan blinked at him, then asked, "You're certain?" "Wellam is certain it was her," he said. "He saw her at the training in the park, saw us speaking." "Why did he wait until now to tell you?" asked Varan, suddenly scowling. "Did he say anything about Keeley?" "No, Keeley wasn't with her," said Mannis. He ran his fingers through his hair, disheveling it more than it had already been. "He was out on a walkalong with experienced Defenders on patrol outside the city until this morning." Varan shook his head. "Still, you can't go off right now, no one has leave," he said. "That's why I was going to the lord commander," said Mannis, half turning. The larger young man grabbed his shoulder. "He will not allow it, trust in me," he said. "I have to find her, find out what happened to her," said Mannis, the tears in his eyes breaking loose and running down his cheeks. Varan's features, hard as they were, softened a bit. "I'm sorry, Mannis, but you can't this day or on the morrow." Mannis seemed to deflate as he stood, his shoulders slumping inward and his head dropping several inches. "She's likely dead," he said, his features darkening and some of the gleam leaving his eyes. The taller boy put an arm over Mannis' shoulders and walked him back toward their dorm rooms. "Let us pray to the One she's well, and Wellam was mistaken." A short, furtive look from Mannis told Varan he did not hold out much hope for such a pleasant outcome. They plodded down the polished corridor, still gleaming by the light of a new morning and Varan spoke softly to his friend, offering what comfort he could.

Chapter One The rain poured down upon the trio of men in purple cloaks as they walked from the carriage to the door of the villa. They ducked under the covered veranda and stood before the great carven double doors into the houses compound. Quite a nice place for a retired soldier, said Prefect Mallius, eyeing the quality stonework and woodwork of the house. He tossed back his cloaks hood, revealing a handsome face and severely trimmed hair, military style. He looked to his companions. The man to his left tossed back his hood as well, Senator Flavin Marus, he was a pudgy man with a bald head, kept shaved once he started loosing his hair. He seemed the kindest of the men before the villa doors, though, and in truth probably was. The other man, standing to Mallius right lowered his hood lastly, revealing a missing eye and a long scar running down one cheek from that wound. He was Sendrus, Prefect Mallius advisor, and, it was generally known, enforcer and spy. He held the title of Senator, from a nearly peopleless portion of the empire, where he was the titular representative. Marus looked at the prefect. I understand Verus built this home mostly with his own labor, and that of his sons, he said, eyeing the building with an equally critical eye, but with much less suspicion. Sendrus looked at it with his single eye, and with a very different set of standards than the other two men. He had already detected three ways to enter the home other than the door. Like most Abian homes, there were no windows on the ground floor. Likewise, there were only three entrances: The one they now stood before, a side entrance, and the servants entrance. Over their heads were some narrow windows, but even they were meant to discourage footpads, with heavy wrought iron bars crossing them and dividing them into two. Having let most of the rainwater drip from their cloaks, Prefect Mallius reached toward the ornately carved oak door and to the massive brass ring in the middle of one. He let it fall against a brass plate and it hit with a loud thud. A moment later, the door opened silently on well-greased hinges, and a wizened old face peered around it. Upon seeing the purple robes and the face of the Praetor, he gasped and pulled it open hurriedly, standing to the side. Welcome Praetor, to the home of Verus. Primus Pilum Verus, dont you mean? asked Mallius. Lord Praetor, he has commanded we call him but Verus, said the old man, pushing the door shut behind them. He says he is no longer a soldier. Marus cast a sidelong glance at the praetor but held his tongue until the old man had shuffled off, saying, I will fetch Primus Pilum Verus now milord. When the old man was gone, Marus turned. I told you this was unwise, he no longer seeks to bear the rod of command, hissed the senator. Mallius sneered at him. You underestimate my resolve that he do what I wish of him, he said, pulling five small scrolls from his leather belt pouch. He will pick up the rod, if I command it. Sendrus stood silently and moved back toward a corner of the antechamber they were standing in. He said little, even in comfortable surroundings. Long moments passed, and finally, they heard a heavy tread approaching them across the tiled floor of the villa. Verus rounded the corner, the very image of a Abian Centurion. He was tall and had broad shoulders. His hair was unkempt, and had streaks of gray now among the shining black it had been. His face was strong, though, and his eyes were keen, their brown piercing and backed by formidable intellect. He stopped when he saw the trio and regarded them, then forced a smile to his lips, it was not a very convincing one. My lord praetor, he said, walking forward, and putting his hand to his chest, fist clenched and bowing his head. Welcome to my humble home. The praetor said, Your home is lovely, Primus Pilum, and I am honored to be allowed inside. Verus nodded. I may ask, however, as pleasant as your visit shall, Im sure, be, why you have come so far from Presium Prime? A man who gets to matters, which is exactly why I am come, said the praetor. He looked at the tall, retired Centurion. Primus Pilum Verus, he said in a formal tone, the empire needs you to return for one mission. Verus did the one thing that none of the three men expected, who had each expected something different, one had expected rage, one violence, and one quiet acceptance. However, what the retired Centurion did was laugh. They stood, blinking at the outburst of laughter and unsure what to do with such an emotional reaction. Finally, the chuckles subsided. My lord praetor, but I am retired, and of little worth to the empire, regardless, being an old man. Verus, said the praetor in a more friendly tone, you are still the finest leader we have ever had, on the field and off. Im sorry, Praetor Mallius, but I refuse, said Verus. I am a soldier no longer. He had served fourty years in the legions, and had earned his retirement thrice over. There was no law nor power in the imperium that could force him back into yoke to the state. The praetor looked at the old soldier levelly, That is your final word? he asked. It is, said the former commander of the Eighth Legion, also called the Hammer of God. Very well, Primus Pilum, I cannot force you, said Mallius, half turning, then he said. As my visit is cut short, perhaps you could help me with a small detail of it. He turned back around and regarded Verus with hostile eyes. I am required to deliver these unto some lads of the area. He held out the five little scrolls. Perhaps they might be better given over to them by someone they love, like their grandfather. Verus eyes widened at the sight of the five Notices of Draft. You cannot be serious! he said, his face growing pale. They have never. . . . Primus Pilum Verus, you underestimate our need, we have suffered great losses to four legions in the Windy Isles. Those pesky rangers and elves are tenacious. The legions are undermanned and need healthy young men to rebuild their ranks. The praetors eyes flashed. Unless we can broker a peace agreement with them, and soon, we will need reinforcements, it is that simple. And your grandsons would make fine legionnaires. You want me to broker a peace agreement? asked Verus. Exactly, said the praetor. He saw he had won, already. Verus eyes fell to the floor. My understanding was that they were not even talking anymore, he said. They are not, agreed Mallius, but the elves have agreed to hear the words of one of their own, Lady Emogen. She is but half-elven, said Verus. It is enough in this case, said the praetor, they have agreed to speak with her, and she has been authorized to lay out a peace plan. Verus nodded. And the reason you need me? Simple, said Mallius, to make sure she gets to the elves safely. You see, the men of the Windy Isles are not as keen as the elves to make peace. They will abide by an agreement, but they will play no part in helping form it, and officially, they have adopted a no quarter policy. Verus shook his head, Why would they do that? The men of the Isles are reasonable folk. It may have to do with the captured prisoners of war being shipped off as slaves to our lands here in Abia, said the praetor negligently, I do not pretend to understand their mind. The retired Centurion looked at him in disbelief. You took them as slaves before the conquest was complete? he asked. Did you simply wish to incite them to resist more or were you planning on fighting to the last man of them? I plan neither, said the praetor, shrugging, I plan on you and the lady brokering a peace deal with the elves. Verus sighed. I have little choice, lest I wish to see my grandsons die in that meat grinder you call a war. It would be so if you refused, for certain, said Mallius, I have a ship awaiting your arrival in Presium Prime on the morrow. With those words, the praetor turned and opened the door and left, followed closely by Sendrus. Marus lingered a moment, his face apologetic and his eyes refused to meet the old soldiers. Im sorry, he said quietly, then turned himself and left, pulling the door shut behind him with a last furtive glance at the hard eyes of Verus. - - - - - - - - - - Back in the city, the capital of the Abian Empire, Presium Prime, the Praetor of the Senate, Mallius, stood on the balcony of his chambers in his palace. He looked back into the room, where Sendrus sat in an ornate padded chair. Because, I do not intend either him or Lady Emogen to return, or even make it to the elves, he said. Those rangers will cut the two of them apart in the jungles of those accursed islands. That is far from assured, milord praetor, said Sendrus, taking a sip of wine from a silver cup. If Verus is half as resourceful and skilled as they say, he may well get them across the island to the elves. That, my old friend, is why you will be there already, said Mallius, to make sure he doesnt get so resourceful. Sendrus smiled. Ah, he said, but why are you telling me just now? Dont you like surprises? asked Mallius. And the greater surprise is your pay. Sendrus tilted his head slightly, like a dog listening to his master. What might that be? for you have already made me wealthy. I know you have an eye for the Lady Emogen, said the praetor. The assassin nodded. Indeed, she is an exotic, lovely creature. After her mission fails, by her own betrayal, of course, I am confident she will be sold into slavery. I can assure you there will be only one bidder for her ownership. Sendrus eyes glittered at the thought of not only having the lady, but owning her outright, as a personal slave. And all I have to do is eliminate Verus? Yes, and make sure she gets out alive, to stand trial for the failure, said Mallius, I will see to the rest, I have a justicar who owes me a huge favor in Remless. You will try her in such a tiny port town? asked Sendrus. Surely, it will be appealed. Justicar Ulanus decision will not be overturned, he is too highly regarded, said Mallius. And why, lastly, do you want this peace agreement to fail to come to fruition? asked the assassin. Mallius smiled. This war has been unpopular from the start. When those barbarians in the Windy Isles kill one of our most beloved heroes, the people will become incensed. Especially since he was trying to hold out an olive branch to them, and had come out of retirement to do so, such self sacrifice. We will have all the resources we need to smash the Windy Isles under a decade of legions, rather than the undermanned four we have been forced to use. Now, said Mallius, it is time for you to take ship and get to the Windy Isles. - - - - - - - - - - She was as lovely as the people had said, and Verus, though now nearing sixty, was not immune to that beauty. Lady Emogen was the darling of the peoples eye in Presium Prime, she was always seen as kind, and was stylish, and most of all, beautiful and charismatic. As she stood on the boards of the dock, looking at the galleon that would take them to the Windy Isles, she radiated likability. Verus swallowed, and kissed his eldest son on the cheek, taking up his rucksack and walking toward the ship. As he approached her, the lady turned her silvern eyes upon him. Primus Pilum Verus! she exclaimed, a smile forming on her lips and radiating form her, making his heart thud in his chest all the harder. She walked up to him and put her hands upon his shoulders. She was a tall, slim woman, despite her half-elven lineage. She bent forward and kissed his cheek and a wash of sweet cinnamon flowed over him. Milady Emogen, he said, stammering slightly. You are as lovely as always, and that is only exceeded by your grace. She smiled. A general of men and a sweet-talker of women, she said, tilting her gaze slightly up to him. I see now I will have to keep my wits about me this journey. A crewman walked up to them and said. They are ready for you to board, milady and sir, he said, bowing. Emogen reached out a slender hand and took Verus. Please, steward, show us the way to our cabins. Verus felt cool fingers in his hand, and despite that it very nearly burned him, sending spikes of heat up his arm, his breath was even short. She looked back toward him. Primus Pilum Verus, she said, do you think this parley will work? Please, milady, just Verus. And, yes, if you are brokering it, I feel it will be quite easily done, he replied. The steward showed them to their rooms, cramped cabins across the hall from one another. Were neighbors, how delightful, she said. I look forward to working closely with you, Verus, your reputation as a strategist and leader is legendary. She lowered the gauzy shawl that she had been covering her head with, revealing her golden hair and gently pointed ears. Frankly, I feared they would send me with someone who surely would get me killed. I will do all in my power to ensure that does not happen, said Verus, bowing. She reached out and took hold of the sides of his head, lifting him and kissing each cheek, her warm, soft lips brushing one, then the other. I know, and I am immensely gladdened, said Emogen. He was breathing in small gasps as she released his head and he felt himself stumble a bit. She smiled brightly and turned about. Will you come to eat dinner with me this night? she asked over her shoulder. The long strips of cloth that made up her gown moved as she did, revealing tiny flashes of skin beneath them. I will promise to wear something more appealing to the eye. Certainly, milady, he replied automatically, though his mind was far from operating at full capacity. - - - - - - - - - - He knocked upon her door and she opened it, standing before him in a short skirt that was slit high on the left and right sides. Her midriff was bare, displaying a tummy that had only the slightest hint of roundness to it. His eyes moved up, with effort, past her slim waist and to her sizable breasts, which were being held at bay by a halter top, that crossed over them then about her neck. He looked at her for a long moment, noting that she was showing a really impressive amount of skin. She smiled I thought, perhaps, traipsing through the woods in a gown would be less than ideal, said Emogen. This outfit is very elven in look, and quite easy to move in. As he shut the door, she demonstrated the mobility that the short skirt and half-top gave her by adopting a pugilistic pose that caused him to chuckle, which set her to giggling. I hope that mobility of that nature will not be necessary, said Verus. I intend to avoid all contact with the rangers. A wise choice, she said, I hear they are formidable fighters, especially in their own territory. He nodded, watching her long form as she moved toward the table that had been set for them. He noted standard fare on half the table and a wide variety of fruit and vegetables on the other half. You do not eat meat? he asked as he walked to the table and pulled out the chair on the fruit and vegetable side for her. She smiled brightly. A leading question, Verus, but, yes, I do, but only in small amounts. She took the proffered seat and glanced toward his pants with obvious intent. Except in certain situations, where I consume it voraciously. Verus sat across from her and regarded her with a smile. Milady, you should not toy with an old soldiers libido, especially one who has been alone so many years. Emogen cast her eyes down and her face became less happy. I apologize Verus, it slips my mind that you lost your wife seven years ago. She lived a full life, but I do miss her, said Verus. His smile turned very wry, I especially miss her touch. They ate in near silence, speaking only a little on their mission to come. Once they had finished, though, and the steward had cleared the table, Emogen said. This mission frightens me. It is dangerous, milady, Ill not lie to you, said Verus. She nodded. My father was a Windir Elf, she said. These are, in part, my people. It pains me to know we are at war with them and that they would kill me if they caught me and found out I was Abian. Her eyes welled with tears. I fear dying a failure at the hands of my fathers folk. Verus was unsure what to do, he reached out with a napkin and caught her falling tears and wiped her eyes gently. Well, it is my job to see to it that doesnt happen, and if it is in my power to ensure it doesnt, it wont. - - - - - - - - - - The next morning, the steward reported that they were nearing the Windy Isles. I surely hope no trimarans come across us before we make the shallows, he confided. Agreed, said Verus to the young man. Elven trimarans were alarmingly effective combat vessels, fast, though not maneuverable. They were large, and worst of all carried a ram prow, or more realistically, three, one at the leading edge of each underwater sponson and support boom. They could hole a ship easily, and with a good wind behind them, cut a ship in two. Their high maindeck gave archers a distinct advantage, and the elves were artillerists without peer, able to use the deck-mounted ballistae to inflict terrible damage to their opponents before they were even in bow range. It was indeed a good thing to not see one. As he walked onto the helmsmans deck, he looked about them, and saw Lady Emogen approaching. It was a windy day, but not poor weather, the ship moved along under her sails smoothly, despite the choppy seas. He peered over her shoulder intently, then walked to the helmsman. Have you a glass? he asked. The helmsman reached into his long mariners vest and pulled out a collapsed brass spyglass, and handed it to Verus. Be careful with that, it cost me four months wages, sir, he said. Verus nodded and extended the barrel, then uncapped the lense. Lady Emogen looked at him oddly as he walked past her, with an immensely distracted look upon his face. She turned the direction he was staring and gasped. Her half-elven eyes already saw the source of his agitation. He raised the spyglass to his eye. Painted light blue to blend into the sky was a sail, and beneath that the distinctive triangular legs of the support pylons that held the trimaran out of the water. Judging form the immense roostertails that followed each struts passage through the water, she was making good speed, and coming directly for the galleon. Oh, dear, the lady gasped as he collapsed the spyglass and capped it. Oh dear is right, said Verus and handed the spyglass back to the helmsman. He looked at the young man, whose face was just now beginning to register fear. Turn the ship about. Turn about sir? he asked, his eyes flicking toward where the nearly invisible sail was growing closer. Had Verus not seen it, and pointed it out, obviously the crowsnest watchman did not. Surely we should try to dodge them. They are moving too fast, by the time we know how they plan to ram, they will have disabled our rudder with their bloody ballistae, Verus said in a rush of clipped words. Turn the damn ship about and make straight for them. But the captain, . . . said the helmsman. Is a fool if he tries anything else, said Lady Emogen, This man is Primus Pilum Verus, and his tactical skills and judgement are not to be questioned. On land, perhaps, said a booming voice from behind Verus and Emogen. But this is my ship and we are on open water. It was the captain, and he seemed in no mood to listen to a land lubber regarding nautical matters. Hold your course, helmsman. Several crewmen were watching the interaction of the two men as well as a dozen or more legionnaires, who had begun coming from below deck as word spread of the trimaran approaching. Verus, if you attempt to issue another order upon my ship, you will be thrown overboard, said the captain. Inhaling deeply, Verus turned away from the captain, nodding. Then came back around with a roundhouse punch that would fell a mule. The captains head snapped back and he fell to the deck with a thud. Ill suffer not a fool, be he the right captain of the ship or not, Verus said. Crewmen began moving toward the old soldier, drawing long knives. Verus cast back his cloak, reavealing the golden trimmed breastplate of a Primus Pilum. The legionnaires on the deck acted immediately, drawing their short swords, and turning menacingly toward the sailors. I am now in command of this vessel! shouted Verus. You sailors back to your posts, and tie that man up and place him in his quarters. He pointed at the fallen captain, who was just now beginning to stir. He looked toward the helmsman again. Turn the ship about, now! The helmsman began shouting commands to the rigging crew. Sails were thrown about and some furled. He then spun the wheel around, and the rudder complained as it was thrown hard over. The long, slim galleon heeled over in the water, as the wind snapped the sails into a new configuration and the ship spun about. Spray washed over the deck and misted into Verus eyes. Coming about! yelled the helmsman as he centered the ships prow upon the quickly-growing trimaran. Verus took the spyglass again and looked at the trimaran, he could make out elves and men in the rigging of the huge ship and saw that they seemed to be moving randomly. This move had confused them and they were trying to figure out how to adjust. Normal ships were supposed to run from a trimaran, not make as if to ram. I sure hope you know what you are doing, said Lady Emogen as he folded the glass again. So do I, said Verus, turning again to the helmsman. Aim between the lead sponson and the left. Sir? asked the helmsman. But we will slide under her main hull then, and have our masts sheared off. I know, said Verus. Clear the rigging at a hundred fathoms distance. Have the quartermaster issue arms. Were going to board her? the helmsman asked, incredulity filling his voice. No, said Primus Pilum Verus, were going to take her. He walked down the stairs to the maindeck and gathered up several of the legionnaires, issuing hasty orders to them. The men listened automatically, knowing they were hearing the words of a legend made real. Most of all, they knew Verus had never lost a battle. They scattered about the deck to the tasks he had given them. The first officer of the ship walked up to him, though with much less bellicosity than the captain had. Primus Pilum, you realize this current course of action will surely lead to the loss of this ship? Verus nodded. Of course I do, he said. Were not going to finish this trip on this pile of logs. Now, issue your men weapons, and prepare for a fight. The first officer nodded and moved off, satisfied that he had done his duty in stating his case. He could die now with the knowledge that he had done so. Verus had no intention of more men dying than absolutely necessary. The trimaran began to loom ahead, growing larger quickly. The ship was many times the size of the galleon. Verus went about, issuing orders to various people and soon the crew was as ready as it would be, as well as the hundred legionnaires who were aboard. Youre getting your first taste of the battle a bit early, he told them as they huddled around him. He nominated five of them de-facto sergeants and divided them into five squads of twenty men. He looked at the trimaran now, and did some mental calculations. They had less than three minutes left. He went up to the helm deck and told the helmsman to get off that deck as soon as the ships started hitting, and to just get off, no heroics. The helmsman nodded enthusiastically. Two ballistae fired, hurling great bolts at the ship. A man fell from the rigging, impaled on one of the six foot spears, the other thudded harmlessly into the helm deck. The trimaran could bring no more of its main armament to bear on a ship directly ahead of it, and they could not ram a ship off to her side. Next would be the archers, though. Clear the rigging! shouted the helmsman. Men began bailing out of the rigging as fast as they could, clambering down to the deck of the galleon. The legionnaires took up their positions over the maindeck, standing in a large grid. Two legionnaires took up positions beside the helmsman. He looked nervously at each of them. NOW! shouted Verus as a cloud of arrows launched itself from the elven ship. The soldiers, as one, lifted their shields over their heads, like a wood and leather roof over the main deck. The two beside the helmsman huddled close to him where only one of his arms poked out between their shields, holding the ships wheel. Arrows thudded down into the raised shields. Where there were gaps a few men fell, pierced by the falling shafts. A second volley flew forth, and had no more effect than the first, falling mostly onto the shields of the legionnaires. Then it was too late. The foremast sheered off as the two ships met. HIT THE DECK! screamed the sergeants, Verus and the helmsman in unison, and everyone on the ship dove for the main deck. Including the helmsman and the two legionnaires beside him, diving over the railing and landing on the deck painfully. The sound was horrendous. Shearing timbers and snapping ropes mixed with tearing cloth and the screams of men caught by the effect of one of these. There was a rending groan that moved his internal organs with its depth and intensity, then all motion stopped. They looked up and saw the underside of the trimaran over them. Peering over the gunnel, Verus confirmed that the pilum the legionnaires had set out the portholes had held, imbedding themselves into the wood of the sponson and anchoring them to the trimaran. The top two feet of the helm deck was gone now, and the masts over five feet from the deck. He grabbed a sailor. Get the captain and release him, tell him if we win, he will be the first Abian captain of a trimaran! he said, and the crewman shot off for the stairs down. Abians, attack! Come hell or glory, we take a prize for the empire this day! Shouted Verus. The crew and legionnaires moved in a surge, casting aside the heavy shields and swarming up the support pylon for the sponson on both port and starboard sides, where the galleon had wedged itself to the port and lead sponsons. The trimaran, now suddenly no longer symmetrical, began a long turn, the drag created by the galleon was slowing the trimaran greatly. The elves and human sailors on the deck were taken half by surprise as the Abians swarmed onto the deck. The sergeants had strict orders though, and it was not nearly the bloodbath that many had expected, on both sides. Many dozens of prisoners were taken. It seemed the crew was far smaller than first assumed. Losses? asked Verus, speaking to the captain and the first officer. Twelve sailors and fourteen legionnaires, said the first officer, looking at a scrap of parchment. A total of fifty wounded. Verus shook his head but smiled slightly. Better than I had hoped, actually, but still painful to hear. How did you know they would have few men aboard to fight us off? asked the captain. It makes sense, said Verus to the captain, who was now calm enough to speak to civilly. They rely upon their superior vessels to do the fighting. They didnt expect to be boarded, and carry no marines for that event. Shall we put them to death, Primus Pilum? asked one of the defacto sergeants. No, put them aboard our old ship and cut them loose, said Verus. Ive no mind to be a jailer and we are soldiers, not murderers. They fought honorably and surrendered in good faith. Well not mar our honor by betraying that. The Windy Islanders and the elves of the crew were moved to the ruined, but still floating ship below, and the spears which anchored it were cut, letting it drift from beneath the trimaran. Two female elves were still aboard the trimaran. You can swim? asked Verus of them. They both nodded. Then swim to the ship and release their bonds, you are no longer prisoners. The two elven women, with incredibly graceful motions, ran to the rear of the ship and cast themselves over the gunnel and down into the water, striking it with barely a splash. Verus turned to regard the crew and legionnaires. I want to express my pride this day in being an Abian, he said in a commanding voice that all could hear. You have done credit to your nation and to your families. Not a single prisoner was abused, and there were women among them, for that I am proud beyond words. It had not even occurred to the crew to do so, not with the famous Verus there, they knew honor was one of his main peeves, and theyd not besmirch theirs by earning his ire. Lady Emogen walked up behind him and touched his shoulder as the crew and soldiers dispersed and the crew began to try to figure out how to work the rigging of this peculiar vessel. Captain, said Verus, the ship is yours to command again, and I will accept whatever punishment you deem worthy of my crime of mutiny. The captain bellowed a massive laugh and struck his helmsman on the back. No, I think you were reacting to me in a moment of my weakness of thought, perhaps I was simply having an attack of the vapors or something, said the captain. I am glad that you took command in my moment of infirmity. Verus nodded and turned to the lady. You wished to speak? he asked, now that everything was set right for the moment. She smiled at him, a smile that would make iron glow red. It made Verus glow red, indeed. Lady Imogen took his hand and led him to a staircase down into the main hull of the ship. She was familiar with the design of elven ships, having ridden a few, and took him directly to the masters quarters. As they passed into the large, spacious room, she turned and kissed him. It was not a brushing of the lips on cheeks either, but a full on, airtight connection. He sighed out his air as she released him and stood back. Primus Pilum Verus, I owe you my life already, and weve not even started the mission. He shook his head. I dont think they would have killed you, he said. I may not have given them a choice, she said. If I appeared in Abia again, after an elf ship attack, my already rumored double allegiance would be confirmed and I would be enslaved as a traitor. Are you? he asked. Allied with the elves, that is. She shook her head. Only insofar as I have kinfolk among them, said Emogen. I am loyal to the empire. He nodded and turned to the bank of windows that filled the back wall of the room. Impressive, he said, looking at the receding water below and behind them. She put her slender hands upon his shoulders and looked at his straight back and military bearing. Yes, indeed, it is, she agreed, her voice deepening noticeably and, unseen by Verus, her eyes darkening to the color of iron. - - - - - - - - - - They had barely been out of sight of land when the trimaran had been sighted, and now the islands heaved into view before them. As they neared their destination, a tiny port called, of all things, Pigswillow, there was a intense flurry of activity on the shore. The commander of the village thought surely it was a Islander attack and was readying his defences. When the standard of Abia was hoisted up the mainmast, there was a cheering from the shore that could be heard even from the deck of the ship. Hundreds of folk swarmed to the docks as the massive vessel nestled in among them with minimal damage to the facilities. There was much rejoicing and people cheered friends and family as they debarked the ship. A Centurion forced his way through the throngs and walked up to the Primus Pilum. I am Centurion Denthius, I have been ordered to act as your liaison prior to your mission, sir. Word was already circulating of how the empire had come to acquire a prize like a trimaran, the first known to be captured, to anyones knowledge. I see not a word of your legend is hyperbole, said the younger Centurion. I am honored to meet you. Verus and Emogen were put up in quarters near the bay, in what must have been an inn before the war. She sat in what had been a common room next to Verus. How did you know that they would have only a minimal crew? she asked, sipping wine from a bottle they had recovered from the ship prior to leaving it. The elves are a scarce people, and the Windy Islanders only slightly less so, explained Verus. I knew they couldnt spare a great number of fighting men to man their ships, especially when their main tactic is to sink ours very quickly and avoid a direct fight. She nodded. It makes sense. What if you had been wrong, and that one had been a troop transport? Verus thought a moment. I would have thought of something else, he said. She believed him thoroughly. Ive never done well with what ifs, he said. I prefer to deal with what is. She handed him the bottle and he took a long pull. And what is the situation now? she asked, leaning toward him and smiling, her eyes just a touch out of focus. The old Centurion thought again for a long moment. I am in an inn, with a beautiful half elven woman, drinking fine elven wine from the bottle, and flush with yet another victory, he said, his mind almost visibly working through the situation. Emogen leaned closer and looked up at him through the bangs of her hair. And what is your tactical assessment of it, is another victory looming? Verus chuckled, taking another pull. It depends on what you define as victory, milady. She put her hand on his bare thigh, slightly under the armored skirt of his uniform. I believe there are clear rules to determine that, she said. He put his hand over hers and pressed it against his flesh. Milady, you dont speak of a victory for me, for I would likely be made captive by what I think you are offering. If you know what I offer, then why not reach out and seize it, as you did that cunning elven vessel out there? she said, waving her hand toward the ship, still looming outside the windows of the inn in the bay. He lifted her cool hand from his thigh, despite his initial desire, and kissed it, then placed it gently into her own lap. Milady, I claim no prizes. I serve the empire, and she, until I am free of this last mission, is my only mistress. Her expression fell slightly, but he quickly filled the void. But, I will say this, beautiful Lady Emogen, when I am done with this, and we have peace with the Windy Isles and the elves. I would claim that reward happily then. She smiled up at him as he stood. Then we best succeed, for I will be wroth if you never get your just deserts, she said. He walked toward his room, setting the empty bottle on the counter of the bar in passing. Milady, if I miss out on a prize of that magnitude, I will have enough wroth to set the empire ablaze, he said over his shoulder.