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"What do you mean she isn't dead?" demanded young Lord Tornadin, leaping up from behind the table and almost knocking over the ornate bottle of wine and the silver goblet beside it as his knees struck the underside. "Damn you Kurchal, I paid you double for that one!" Kurchal, a skinny man, almost all bone and sinew, cringed back, but touched the hilt of his dagger as he did so. He may be cowed, but he would defend himself. Tornadin had seen the little man in a fight and he was not at all sure he could best the assassin. Kurchal was fast, very fast, even if he was not strong. "Milord did not inform me that she was a wizard," he protested, giving the taller, heavier built man an accusing look. "Somehow she saved herself, even stabbed in the heart. I felt the pulse through the blade. I pierced her heart, yet she did not die." "Impossible!" screamed Tornadin, hurling the wine goblet over Kurchal's head, where it clanged and splattered deep maroon wine over a fine tapestry. Placatingly, Kurchal held out his hands, fingers spread. "Milord, who knows what devilish things wizards might know how to do?" he asked. "You, yourself, said she was in league with the Dark One, maybe even the consort of a Templar." "So she probably is, the devious whore," growled Tornadin, thinking furiously. "Were you fool enough to speak my name?" "As you requested," said Kurchal, the accusing look returning to his gaunt features. "Your orders were quite explicit." "Then she'll come for me, now," said the young nobleman, throwing himself back into his chair. It was a gaudy thing, ornately carved with serpents and gilded beyond good taste or reason. The assassin's voice always struck Tornadin as reedy, but now it was positively gaspy with air. "I will stand beside milord, of course." "You should be damn certain of that, you useless wretch!" shouted the young man, glaring again. "If I'm to die, it will be after seeing your scorched corpse first." He breathed hard, visibly calming himself. "There is one other option, though. It may not quite come to that." He dug into the pocket of the silken, embroidered smoking vest he wore, and pulled out a vial. "It may be that you can make her into something other than a wizard, for a short time." "That, milord, would help immensely," said the man who appeared to be all bony joints and gangly limbs. "It might be that milord would wish to tarry a while with a helpless wizard, then?" Lord Tornadin thought for a moment. "You could manage that?" he asked. "If she is just a normal woman for a time, I can manage many things." The gleam in the scrawny assassin's eyes was decidedly unhealthy. "Including taking her somewhere where milord can - entertain himself for a while." The smile that crossed Tornadin's face was more than confirmation enough. He flicked the vial toward Kurchal with a snap of his wrist. The assassin snatched it out of the air with that deceptive grace and speed and the vial disappeared amid the multiple pockets and folds of his tatty looking cloak. "If you bring her to me alive and helpless, I'll double again your rate." Amazing how quickly he had gone from being in terror to gloating over his soon-to-be victim, observed Kurchal. He bowed low and backed out the door of the small, but ornately appointed, sitting room. The round face of Terkel, Tornadin's personal manservant, poked around the corner. In his stilted Crystern, he said, "Master Urdran is waiting to see you now, milord." "Send him in," said Tornadin, now in a nearly jovial mood, he beamed at the fat scribe entered the room, noting the spreading stain of wine on the floor. "An accident that will soon be cleared," said Tornadin, dismissively and rising from behind the table to come around. As the man bowed, he clucked his tongue. "No need for that, good master. I invited you because I seek a favor, and you are one of the few men who can help me." Urdran worked in the archives, as an scribe. Tornadin wished to know more about this Siska. It bothered him to not know his enemy. And she was an enemy, make no doubt, now. She knew he was out to kill her, and, sure as rain, she would be trying to kill him now. The challenge of this newest of his goals rather thrilled him. He had eliminated many enemies, but no wizards. The vaunted powers of that caste rather frightened him, but that fear just hardened his resolve to prove himself the better. "You did as my man asked?" asked Tornadin, picking up an additional cup and filling it from the bottle of wine. He held the silver goblet out to the fat scribe, who rubbed at his lower lip, round like a plump sausage, before answering. "Yes, yes, milord, I did," he said. "But there are only three Siskas in Tressen, by any surname. It is not a common given name in the Crystern Isles. I believe it is Eastron, actually. . ." "I see," said Tornadin, interrupting the flow of trivialities. "Well, which is the young pretty girl I saw in the market?" That was the story he had given this functionary. He had seen a girl and become smitten with her and wished to know who she was. He had heard her name, but only her given name and did not know the surname. Urdran fingered that plump lip again, humming to himself. "Well, of the three, two are young, one eighteen and one seventeen," he said. Tornadin raised an eyebrow and retook his seat. He propped his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers, resting his chin on his thumbs. It took the scribe a moment to move on, he sipped the wine. "That's very good, milord, tasty wine. . ." he said. "Yes, it is," said Tornadin, impatience tinging his tone. "But I am in a rush, Master Urdran," he said. "Yes, milord," said the functionary, stammering. "Well, the elder of those two has no surname, she was a slave until a week ago," he said. "Siska was purchased for three thousand marks." "Three thousands?" asked Tornadin, disbelieving. "She must have been a beauty, indeed." The scribe shrugged. "The records don't go into that, milord." "This girl did not act like a slave, though." Tornadin narrowed his eyes, trying to remember the face of the tall blond girl who had stiffened her spine and stared him down. "No, she was no slave." "The other, milord," said Urdran, "is a serving girl at the Gilded Cage." He gave the young nobleman a long look. "I understand that the Gilded Cage is a rather unseemly establishment, milord." "I'm familiar with it, Master Urdran," said Tornadin, sitting back. "Perhaps the slave deserves more of my thought," he said. "Did it say anything of her looks?" "The records give only the banal statistics, milord, for identifying purposes," said Urdran, setting the cup down and pulling out a strip of parchment. "She was tall, for a girl, just over seventeen hands and weighed six stone with blond hair and blue eyes." Tornadin's eyes widened. "That's her," he said, definitively. "She was tall, and slim, with golden hair with eyes so blue they were violet." The blank expression on the clerk's face told the noble that the man was simply humoring him in listening. Reaching into his belt pouch, Tornadin pulled out a small handful of gold coins. "I want you to find out all you can about her, her family, her buyer, everything," he said, leaning forward in the ornate chair. Urdran took the coins tentatively in his chubby hand and quickly stuffed the gold coins into his own belt pouch. "Yes, milord," he said hastily, suddenly very nervous. If this young nobleman was willing to throw about gold, he rather feared where this all might lead him. With an impatient roll of his eyes, the young man said, "Don't worry, Mater Urdran, I will not bandy about that you assisted me." "Thank you milord," said the bureaucrat. "If you need nothing else. . ." "Yes, yes, you can go," said Tornadin, dismissively, waving his hand at the scribe. The little plump man shuffled out of the room, bowing no fewer than two times. Tornadin leaned back in the chair again, chuckling. "A slave, were you?" he asked the room, then broke into hearty belly laughter. - - - Keeley and Mist stood in her room, both eyeing her ornate bed with open approval. Siska was sitting on the bed in her shift, blushing at them and smiling. "I'm glad you came over to check on me," she said. "I didn't hear about you getting hurt until Garel told me he heard you had been attacked on the street," said Keeley. Mist nodded beside her in agreement. Most of Mist's attention, however, was upon the silken canopy of the bed, dyed deep green and made of silk so sheer that it was virtually transparent. Keeley nudged her in the ribs. "We ran over just as soon as he shut up about it," said Mist in a flurry of words, though her eyes quickly drifted to one of the massive posts, carved in the form of a stylized woman, holding the heavy frame overhead. Siska smiled. "I've never had such a nice bed before, either Mist," she said, touching her friend's arm. Little Siska was climbing the blankets and moved to sit beside Siska on the bed. Mist blushed but smiled. "It's so beautiful," she said. Keeley seemed determined to not speak of the bed and Siska well understood. "Well, tell your brother that I am thankful for him bringing you the news," said Siska. "I was terribly bored yesterday and cannot rise until tomorrow, according to Sherlynn." Phillip entered the room, carrying a pewter platter with cups and a covered dish on it. "Here you ladies go," he said, giving them a slightly mocking bow as Keeley took the tray with a bemused expression. He bowed again as he backed from the room, grinning slightly. Mist giggled. "Served by a wizard, now that's posh," she said. "I think I'd best not get used to it," said Siska, grinning at the look still on Keeley's face. A mix of surprise and something else. "Mentor Phillip is a good man. Yet, he is my mentor. I should be waiting on his board." "May I see the scar?" asked Keeley, her eyes aglitter with morbid curiosity. She sat the tray down on Siska's night stand and turned back with an eager expression. Siska stood and turned her back to the other two, pulling her gown up to her shoulders as she did so. She felt soft touches on the puckered skin around the wound. It was barely sensitive now, something Siska took for being close to fully recovered. The two girls ooh'ed and aah'ed over it for a long moment, prodding it and the skin around it. Mist's eyes widened as she saw the door was open and quickly pulled it shut with a slam. "Your door was open, Siska," she said, blushing and looking at Siska's bared backside. Siska blinked at her a moment then said, "Mentor Phillip has seen me unclad before, Mist." Both of the young women looked scandalized, their mouths hanging open and eyes the size of full mark coins. Keeley managed to speak first. "He's seen you fully nude?" she asked, her tone spoke of incredulity. "Many times," said Siska, suddenly growing worried at the level of shock on her friends' faces. "But you said you were a, well, you know," said Keeley, blushing to her ears. "I am," said Siska, again rather taken aback. "It's hardly the same thing." Her tone had shifted to one of defensiveness. Mist was conspicuously silent as this exchange passed before her. "Well, one usually leads to the other, you know," said Keeley, rather floundering now. "It didn't in this case," said Siska, her tone suggesting she was on the very edge of being offended in truth. "If you must know, he told me no." "You offered?" asked Mist, suddenly finding her voice. "More than once. He is such a gentleman he passed it by every time," said Siska, lifting her chin in pride in her mentor. Keeley murmured something under her breath and gave the door a sidelong look. "Did you just say he would not refuse you?" asked Siska, her eyes now the ones gone wide. "What?" asked Keeley, blinking and seeming to be coming awake from a nap. "No, no." Her protest seemed to lack intensity, though. Mist's expression was a studied blank as she attempted to avoid the topic in its entirety. "Very well," said Siska, leaning back onto the thick down-filled pillows at the head of her bed. She smiled at Keeley softly then looked toward Mist, who was still being very quiet, seeming to fade back a bit from the conversation. There was a soft thud as little Siska tumbled off the bed near the foot, tiny squeaking sounds, which seemed rather off color, erupted from below the footboard. Mist lifted the little round cover off the platter and saw a pile of fat, steaming muffins beneath, the blue of berries peeking out of the fluffy dough. Distracted by pastries, the three of them fell to drinking the thinned wine and eating the pile of muffins. "And he can cook?" asked Keeley, holding up the remains of a nearly finished piece of the cake. "You seek to pursue my mentor?" asked Siska, lifting an eyebrow. Keeley almost choked on her last bite of muffin. "Me?" she stammered, gasping for air after she had stopped coughing. "One, no," she said. "He's too old - isn't he?" That last had sounded oddly urgent to Siska's ears and she forced herself not to grin at Keeley. "He has some years on you, yes," said Siska, trying to sound grave, and deciding to not pick on her friend. One cannot chose who one develops an interest in, no matter how casual, after all. - - - Mannis turned the corner in the dimly lit corridor. He barely had time to raise his practice sword before the blow landed against the bamboo rods with a loud clack. The man who was attacking him wore black. Mannis raised his sword out of pure instinct, long drilled into his mind and body by the swordmasters who taught him for the last six years. He stepped aside in a fluid motion, already bringing his practice blade around for a killing blow. The black clad man leaped back, a tricky underhanded swing coming at Mannis from below on the man's backswing Mannis responded again by rote, his arms knew their job, and the slender strips of bamboo made another loud crack as his sword deflected the curving arc of the other man's sword away from his body. This opponent made six. He had bested the first five quickly, on the counterstroke to their attack. This man was better, though, and pressed him back with a flurry of quick strikes with his own bamboo sword. As Mannis retreated backward, the man shuffled his feet forward in many tiny steps. Niliwander style, thought Mannis as he backed another few steps. Except for the shouted kais that Niliwanders seemed so fond of, this man was fighting in the style the Niliwanders called Sheylo. The rapid foot movements and the quick, almost blurred attacks from the blade forced Mannis to retreat before their ferocity, parrying and dodging in fluid motions. The odds of facing off against a Niliwander for a Defender was almost none, but the masters that ran the Defender Academy were adamant that their trainees know how to fight all forms of attacker, even the very unlikely. The practice area for this final test was a maze of stone corridors and rooms within a large structure called simply the testing hall. Movable wooden baffles and walls would allow the maze and rooms to be changed at need for various sorts of training sessions. He had tested her many times already, passing each. As his back hit the stone wall behind him he wondered if he would pass this last examination. He was out of room to retreat. He was required to finish this contest without the opponents scoring a killing blow by breaking one of the several clay disks that were attached to his light padded suit. He head the clay of the disk grind against the stone wall behind and he lightened how hard he pressed against it. The man was clad all in black, and even his face was covered in black swaddling, including the eyes, which seemed to be peering out through a single layer of thin black cloth. The withering rain of blows kept falling on him and he parried frantically. He was beginning to tire. When his sword, clumsily, struck the wall from one of the opponent's parries, Mannis knew he was about to be beaten. The man pinned his sword to the wall and Mannis glimpsed victory, he threw his weight forward and down, yanking back on his blade, freeing it from behind the other man's sword just before his shoulder pressed the blade to the wall. It would not hold the man long. Mannis swung his sword around, switching grips as he had practiced thousands of times, the sword swinging upward in a tight arc. The man's sword came free and the opponent started to stab for Mannis' chest. There was a loud crack as his sword struck the man's abdomen and he felt the clay under the man's outer layer of black cloth snap. He had held it long enough. His opponent stopped, lowering his blade and bowing to Mannis. He seemed to be panting under the cloth. This was only reasonable, considering the sweating and panting that Mannis, himself was doing. "Well done, Defender Mannis," said the deep voice of Serayan, one of the instructors, from beneath all that black swaddling. "You finally remembered that the blade is not your only weapon. Remember that forever and you will do well." He bowed in return to the black-clad instructor smiled. "Thank you, Master Serayan," he intoned, trying to sound sober and mature. "Yet, you are better than that in a fight, I've seen it." "My boy," said the old instructor, pulling the black wrapping off of his head as he spoke. "I was testing you, not trying to prove myself better." He managed to pull the last of the wrapping cloths off his head and looked at Mannis with piercing brown eyes. "You were testing to prove you were worthy to be a novice Defender, not to prove you were better than me. You are worthy to wear the uniform and walk among the Defenders. That most certainly does not make you the best." The serious and hard look in the instructor's eyes shamed Mannis and he lowered his head. He had been firmly rebuked for his assumptions. The instructor put a hand on his shoulder and smiled broadly. "It just makes you better than most," said Serayan and he grinned broadly. "It is an honor to be the first to call you Defender, son." They walked down the twisting corridors, the old instructor guiding Mannis with a gentle arm over the taller youth's shoulder. When they came to a door, it rather surprised Mannis that he had gone through so much of the maze without realizing how far he had moved. Time seemed to move differently as he fought past his opponents. The bright light outside made him blink as he walked out behind old Serayan. The instructor was tugging on his shirt as Mannis looked toward him and several chunks of broken clay and some dust floated down out of it. The cheer from the dozen young men in the courtyard stunned him a moment. The others, the ones who had completed their test were there, all smiling and running toward him to clap him and break his clay targets. It was tradition for the targets to be broken with punches if the person passed his final tests. He bore the painful blows with smiles and a few tears. Varan delivered a particularly powerful blow to his chest, breaking the disk that covered his breastbone. He looked at the young men there. Mannis had been last to test. He did a hasty count of heads. Of the twelve that he had trained with for this last test, only nine were in the group now. He immediately missed the three that were not there. Cheerful Panral Gurria, who had always been everyone's friend, making no enemies in the training class and being a favorite guest when they went home for days of leisure. Tobias Gerdlan, the strongest man in the group. He had been able to lift Mannis' weight with one arm. Many a time, Mannis had won coin betting on him in arm wrestling competitions. Virgel Ogalian, who had been Mannis' best friend for the first two years of training. He had been convinced, every test, that he would fail. He finally had. None of them were dead, he knew, they had left the Defender training with more than enough skill and knoweldge to make a good living as merchant guards of the highest caliber or mercenaries of a superior grade, or even enlist in many other nations' militaries as junior officers. But they were dead to the Defenders, and his squad mates would mourn them this night. They had failed and were already gone. Such was the training and such was the difficulty of becoming a Defender. When they had started their training, at age fourteen, there had been thirty-six of them. Now there were nine. With the addition of a leader, they would become the newest squad of the Defenders. A defender squad was a unit for life. If men died, they were gone forever from the squad and no more were added. Several of the oldest squads had only one or two members now, after the days when Tressen had been attacked regularly by the Theocracy, the Coghlanders, or the Rojando. He looked about himself at the men he would fight beside for the remainder of his days with the Defenders. He knew them well already, he had grown up with them from the first of his days as a young man. There were other classes, some a few weeks behind Mannis' and there had been one that graduated a few weeks before. The schedule of training had new squads completing training every month. Tonight, as they mourned the passing of Panral, Tobias, and Vergal, they would be doing so with the eldest squad of defenders, the one that they would be replacing. The older defenders would be retiring. A ceremony would be held, and the banner bearer of the outgoing squad would present the new squad with the banner and crest. They were to become the Fist of the Shattered Crown. So named for their part in protecting the lives of the last monarchs of Tressen, a century before. They had fought, holding the main door to the throne room to the last man able to stand. It bought the royal family time to flee the palace and try to reach safety. The royal family, King Boris Vanakski and Queen Ivana Vanakski, and their daughter Yuliana Vanakski, had fled, only to be cut down on the streets by the mobs raging through the burning city. King Boris had reigned only five years when the greater houses turned on them in a fit of betrayal that became known as the Night of Flames. Since their first days in the academy, they knew which squad they would be replacing, it was no secret and the men of that squad, only three of whom were still alive, spent many an hour in special tutoring of the lads, taking a personal interest in the fate of the good name. When a squad was wiped out, it was never reconstituted. However, one of the members had survived that night a century before. He had been knocked unconscious before the fateful fight before the throneroom doors and left for dead. It was said that he wept for a month upon finding out that his squadmates all paid the ultimate price that night and he had not been there. It was with somber reflectiveness that the nine walked from the courtyard back into the barracks of the trainees. Underclassmen cheered them as they passed with stony expressions and went to their rooms for a day of fasting and contemplation before their graduation ceremony. Somehow, to Mannis' eyes, the underclassmen suddenly looked like children. He knew some were actually older than him, but still, they were not yet Defenders and not all of them would ever become one. One of the underclassmen ran up, quivering with excitement. A lad of about sixteen, with large, jughandle ears. "Your lady friend is alive, Defender Mannis!" he exclaimed. "I spoke with her mentor when he was out buying food." It took Mannis a moment to truly digest what the young trainee said. "You spoke to the wizard, himself?" he asked, his voice rising with hopeful tones. "Yes, sir, Defender," said the young man. "Come on, Mannis," said Varan, pulling him toward their dormitory. "Too much good news in one day is likely to make you light headed." Mannis turned to point at the young trainee. "Come to our room in thirty minutes, I have a task for you." he said. The trainee nodded before being swallowed up by the milling mass of other trainees, wanting to slap the shoulders of the new graduates. Technically, they were not to fraternize with the trainees, now that they were elevated, but this evening, few would say anything about the matter. "What are you doing?" asked Varan as he pushed the door of their room shut on the furor outside. Four men shared this room, himself, Mannis, Geordino, and Cherofski. Both of the others were already in the room, sitting on their beds and playing a game of chess between them. "I'm going to ask her to the ceremony," said Mannis flatly. "You're asking Keeley, aren't you?" "Well, yes," said Varan, shrugging. "I asked her two weeks ago." "I hardly had the chance to ask Siska that long ago, now did I?" said Mannis, raising an eyebrow and his voice so that Cherofski looked up from the chess board and regarded Mannis with his black eyes. Varan nodded. "I see your point," he said, his face going thoughtful. "You think she will accept?" asked Mannis, a small amount of worry entering his voice. There was a short space of silence, then Varan grinned. "Of course she will," he said. Mannis pulled his writing desk from beneath his cot and twisted the cap off his ink bottle so hastily that he coated his fingertips with the black ink. He wiped them clean on a handkerchief and pulled paper from the inside. "Slow down, friend," said Varan. "You'll even look overeager in your writing if you're not careful." The tall, slender redhead stopped a moment, schooling himself to calmness. "You're right," he said, sighing deeply. "She's a wizard, after all, I have to word things right." "Good point," said Varan, sitting on his own bunk and pulling off his boots. "You're dealing with a woman of substance here." Geordino turned from the chessboard. "That girl in the blue robe was really a wizard?" he asked. "The gel you met in the park? I thought she was just wearing a blue dress." "Wrong, as usual, Geordi," said Mannis, chuckling. "She's a Blue Sister." "Damn my eyes," said the dark-skinned man, turning back to the chess board. "Next time, I'll be sure to follow you two when you go chasing after a pack of gels." "There were two others, you know," said Varan, laying back on his cot and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Leetha and Mist. Neither of whom were exactly homely." "Well, I've never had much luck with the girls," said Cherofski, moving his rook to threaten Geordino's queen. "I've seen that one you're courting, Keeley, up close, and she's definitely easy on my eyes." "Bastard," muttered Geordino, taking the rook and promptly losing his queen to one of Cherofski's wizards. Varan sighed and smiled to himself, his eyes focusing into the distance. "Yes, yes, she is," he said. The frantic scratching of Mannis' quill stopped and he growled before crumpling a sheet of parchment and tossing it at Cherofski. "Hush about how pretty gels are," he hissed. "You're distracting me." The tall, whip thin Varan chuckled at that. "Siska, the Blue Sister, is a beauty, for certain," he said in an idle tone. Waving his feet toward the door as he cradled his head with his hands. "You just keep your eyes off Siska," accused Mannis, pointing the nib of his quill at Varan. "Fear not, Brother Mannis," said the reclining young man, twisting his broad lips into a smile. "I'll not let my eye stray from Keeley for long. I'm a simple man, and quite happy with just beautiful." Mannis began writing again, his head low over his writing desk. The scratching was the only sound for long moments, as the young men let him write, as he said, free of distractions. He shook corn starch over the ink and looked at his handiwork. Varan sat up and snatched the parchment. "Dearest Siska," he said. "Good start. A very friendly opening without commitment." "Give me that," said Mannis, making a grab for the parchment. Varan rolled over his cot and stood against the wall opposite, smiling. "I would be honored if you would accompany me for my graduation ceremony, where I will be elevated to a Defender." Mannis sat down on his bunk and simply rolled his eyes. "Right, read my heart's ourpouring to the world, why don't you?" he said. "The event, if you choose to grant me this one heart's desire - oh, very nice, that - is to be held at the Palace of Tressen in seven days," read Varan, still grinning as if he were trying to display all his teeth for examination. "Respond please by way of the trainee who bears this missive - missive? I didn't know you knew that word, you cretin." Mannis snatched the letter from Varan, glowering at him with mock fury. "Your own Defender, Mannis," said Varan, already having read the ending, his grin, if it were to be believed, widening further as he delivered this last line. The blush that rose into Mannis' features set Varan to laughter which was joined by the sniggering of the other two Defenders in the chamber. "Damn, my boy, you do have a romantic's heart in there, don't you?" asked Varan between fits of laughter. The tall redhead contrived to look noble, raising his chin and calming his features to seem collected. "Well, one doesn't simply approach a Blue Sister and say 'Hey, you want we should go to the ball with one another?'." Varan shrugged. "It worked for me, Mannis," he said. "Else you're saying that Keeley is, somehow, lacking?" The lifted eyebrow as he asked that spoke of a danger in proceeding further along certain paths. "Not in the least," said Mannis, folding the parchment and dripping wax onto the edge, sealing it. "I've said before Keeley seems a very nice girl, and pretty to boot." The tall, dark Defender made a noncommital sound and dropped into his bunk again. There was a light rap on their door and the trainee with the large ears stuck his head in. "You asked me to come, Defender Mannis?" he asked. "Do you know where that wizard lives?" asked Mannis. "Yes, on Rayfish Avenue," said the young trainee, nodding. Mannis held out the sealed letter. "Then go deliver this to his apprentice, the girl that you said was well. Await a reply and return with it." "Yes, sir," said the young trainee, snatching the folded letter taking off down the hall at a jog. The tall redhead pulled the door shut. - - - A massive black form emerged from the fog before her, rolling gently upon swells in the ocean. A skull had been carved upon the prow, a huge, leering thing with flames leaping from the eye sockets. Siska was on the heaving deck of a smaller ship, rolling with the waves as well, but pitching more. The ship was quick and nimble, dodging through the water and heeling steeply about. A fireball erupted form the huge ship, slamming into the water near the small vessel. The craft bucked under her feet, sending her skidding across the deck before hot water pelted her face and hands. "Respond!" screamed someone nearby, and two figures in blue robes moved from behind her to hurl shimmering bolts of lightning at the larger vessel. The lightning danced along the toprails of the big barge and men tumbled into the water in their wake. A flight of arrows darkened the sky from behind the leading men and descended in a high arc upon the little ship where she stood. She reacted instinctively, channeling the mana around her into a shield over the small ship. The arrows snapped and ricocheted off the faint shimmer of a dome, sliding down the curved surface to splash into the water below. They were gaining distance on the larger ship now, and gaining more speed. "It's not that easy, child," a deep voice said in her mind. A gout of fire erupted from the eyes of the skull and the sails of the small ship flashed to ash. The men in the rigging, there had been nearly a dozen, fell to the deck, their flesh cooked off their bones and the sickly smell of burned cloth and hair filled the air. They had died mercifully fast. "But you won't," said the voice. The little ship slowed quickly without its complex rigging of sails and the barge bore down on it now. Siska screamed in fear and frustration as the skull loomed over them and the sounds of splintering wood filled her ears. - - - "So, did you accept," asked Keeley, helping Siska peel a pot of potatoes as they sat in the kitchen of Phillip's house. "Of course I did," said Siska, smiling at her friend. She dropped another potato into the pot with a splash and took up a new one. "I only worry about how to buy the dress I need," she said. As she spoke, she waved her knife about wildly, causing Keeley to lean back. "I fear my dress will be something of a disappointment for such a fancy event," said Keeley, frowning. "It's the best my mother could make, but hardly a fashionable thing." A loud clink sounded from beside her stool on the floor. A doeskin sack sat there, tied with a bit of cord. "I imagine that will cover a dress," said Phillip from behind her, "and a lot more." Siska looked back over her shoulder. "Have I not taken enough of your moneys?" she asked. "My money?" asked Phillip, picking up a chunk of cheese off the table and biting off a hunk. "I sold that talas sphere you created for almost two hundreds of Marks. That's your share." Siska put down the potato and knife, then dried her hands on her apron. Picking up the pouch, she looked inside. Several gold coins were in it, nestled amid a mass of silver. "Mine?" she asked. "Yours," said Phillip, nodding. A broad smile formed on Siska's lips. "How much for your dress?" she asked, pulling two gold marks out of the purse. Keeley looked at the two coins with wide eyes. "I couldn't ask nearly that much," she stammered, looking a the coins with a mix of desire and fear. "That's more than my father makes in a month." "I shall have your dress made too, then," said Siska, dropping the coins into the purse again. "What's left, I will use to pay toward my debt to the Blue Order." Phillip nodded. "A wise fiscal course," he said. Siska sat five of the gold coins on the counter, half the value in the pouch. "My mother," she said. Both Keeley and Phillip looked blankly at the coins for a moment before Phillip blinked and nodded. "To buy her freedom," he said in a quiet tone. Keeley nodded. "That would be wonderful," she said. "But I can't take a gift like a fancy dress from you, Siska," she observed. As she shook her head, the long friendship plaits swayed before her eyes. The apprentice waved her hand. "Consider it a loan," she said. "You can pay me back over time." "It may be a very long time," said Keeley, still shaking her head slowly. "Just as well," said Siska, forcing lightness into her tone, "wizards live a long life." Siska's body nearly trembled with excitement over the prospect of attending the ball now. Knowing she had a worthy dress, or would have, just made the excitement that much more complete. Keeley, noted Phillip, was not far behind her. "Go, order your dresses," he said. "I'll expect these potatoes peeled when you get back, though." Those last words were yelled as the two were already running at full speed for the front door of the house. The door slammed with such energy that something unseen in the common room thudded to the floor immediately after. A heartbeat later, the door opened again and Siska's arm shot through the opening and snatched their cloaks from the pegs beside. "Why did I ever agree to a girl apprentice?" he asked, shaking his head and walking into his study. "Still, I have to say she's not costing me anything now." As he completed this observance, he looked over to see two more brightly glowing spheres on his desk. He blinked at them a moment. "Except perhaps sleep and gray hairs." - - - The fall was settling in and the rain falling from the iron gray clouds was nearly as cold as ice. Siska and Keeley ducked into the tailor shop belonging to Master Arvid and Mistress Maureen. The scent of fresh dyes assaulted their noses as they entered and Keeley stared about them with eyes wider than Siska's. The walls were lined with deep shelves, laid in a latticework grid. In most of the holes, round bolts of cloth were nestled. Arvid and Maureen had everyone from poor to wealthy in their custom, and the cloths in their stock reflected their wide-range of patronage. Rough linen, wool, both fine and coarse, cotton, silk, and other cloths that Siska was not sure were. She even saw velvet and an odd tatty cloth that seemed it would be very warm and thick made of cotton. The colors were a riot of the rainbow and even colors that would never be found in nature. As they gazed about them, touching a bit of cloth tacked to the front edge of each cubby hole and smiling at one another, Mistress Maureen entered. "I should have guessed it was you when Arvid came into the cutting room panting and turning crimson," she said, giving Siska a warm smile and a quick hug. Siska returned the hug and Keeley watched on in surprise. "It's good to see you, Mistress Maureen." "And you milady Siska," said Maureen, dipping a shallow curtsy. "I had hoped to see you sooner than this, though." A look of embarrassment came to Siska's features and she nodded. "I only now had the moneys to pay for your services," she admitted. "Well, still good to see you, now," said Maureen, waving off the excuse. "What can I do for you. I see on you and your friend's faces that there is something important on your minds." The quivering that they both thought that they had been suppressing bubbled to the surface and both began babbling at once. This went on for a long moment before Maureen interrupted them. "A ball?" she asked, then added, "five days!" She glowered at Siska's hesitant nod. "Arvid!" she screeched, her voice rising to a tone that would have easily penetrated many feet of mortared stonework. Master Arvid appeared as if summoned by magic. "Yes, dear?" he asked. He looked fearfully at Siska then smiled when he saw she was, indeed, clad. "Good morrow, milady Siska," he said. "Run and fetch all my girls, every one of them who holds a contract for work with us," said Maureen imperiously. "All of them." Arvid blinked at her for a long moment, but her expression brooked no refusal and he quickly scurried out of the shop, the bell on the door jangling loudly with his haste. "You must choose a style," said Maureen, pointing to three wooden mannequins near the window. "If you wish that sort of speed, corners will have to be cut, but there's nothing for it." Siska nodded as she looked at the three dresses. All three were long. In fact they were floor dragging long, and one had a train three feet long behind it. She discarded that one from her mind immediately. The two remaining were both in silk, as expected for a high cost gown. One featured a tight bodice that flared at the hips to a pleated skirt. The bodice was embroidered to the skirt with a tight pattern of roses. Its sleeves were a silk so sheer that they were partially transparent and there were panels in the front and back of the dress that were likewise only partially obscuring. "It shows a lot of cleavage," murmured Keeley as Siska examined it. Siska turned a mischievous smile at her friend. "Was that a detriment or an endorsement?" she asked. Keeley giggled at her and nodded. "Point taken," she said. The other dress seemed, somehow, to be a wrap, folding around the wearer three times, covering a different area at each wrapping. Somehow it hugged the form of the mannequin tightly but looked loose. The cloth had holes in various places that enticed the eye with small views of flesh normally hidden, from shoulder to ankle. Glittering shards of pearl were sewn to it over many areas, making it flash as Keeley turned the stand. Even by the dim light coming in the windows from the raining day and the lamplight it sparkled. "Would this look good in blue?" asked Keeley, eyeing the glittering dress with great interest. The first of the sewing girls came running into the shop, panting from an obvious sprint. Her hair was matted to her head and she had neglected to don a cloak. She looked much like a drowned rat. Mistress Maureen clapped her hands together and the girl stood upright, almost like a soldier on parade. "Take milady Keeley to the back and get her measurements, Tarlis," she said. When the girl looked toward Siska, Maureen said, "We have milady Siska's particulars." The small woman gently urged Keeley to the back and Maureen looked at Siska studiously. "I think the tight-bodiced dress for you," she said. "You are one of the few who will flatter the dress rather than widdershins. Order blue?" she asked, pointing to a bolt of powder blue silk. "For accents only," said Siska, smiling. "Something bolder for the main colors, please." Maureen nodded, and began moving over the racks of silk. More girls ran into the shop in singles and pairs, some clad with cloaks, others covering their heads with their arms as they ducked into the shop. Most were younger women, just a little older than Siska and Keeley, though some were slightly younger and a few a noticably older. The cloth was handed back and amid the girls, who carried them to the back. "I will have to work fast, Siska," said Maureen. "Do you trust me?" "Yes," said Siska without hesitation, "of course I do." "Come back the day before the ball, then," said Mistress Maureen, touching her shoulder. "I have much to do." Keeley came out of the back room with a dazed look on her face, watching a trio of girls shuffle by with silken bolts in their arms. "Come, Keeley," said Siska. "We need to let Mistress Maureen work." They donned their cloaks and moved out onto the street, pulling the hoods up to shield them from a fresh downpour. Maureen's voice followed them out as she shouted commands at the seamstresses. The leaden clouds were lower now than before and Siska felt a distinct discomfort at the chill wind that got beneath her cloak. Her good mood from the shop had fled in an instant out here. "I feel hunted," she said. She channeled mana into herself, letting a trickle of it warm her limbs. This was a new trick she had learned only yesterday, something that Phillip had shown her. He said it could cool her when it was hot, as well. Keeley shivered. "It's just cold to me," she said, tugging her much mended cloak about herself. "You didn't pay the lady." She jerked her head back toward the shop, where two more girls were entering with Master Arvid herding them, his own balding head glistening with rain. "I'll pay when we collect the dresses," said Siska, her voice sounding like this was the furthest thing from her mind. Her eyes, even, were focused into the distance, peering up and down the street, looking for movement. Keeley found herself touching the small knife she wore on her belt. Most everyone wore a knife in Tressen, except slaves, of course. Keeley noticed that Siska wore no knife, either. Siska stopped staring up and down the street and looked toward Keeley. "We should go home," she said. "Mine or yours?" asked Keeley, still touching her knife and starting to feel a bit frightened. "Yours is closer," said the apprentice. "But Phillip may be at mine. I don't wish to bring trouble down upon your family." "Trouble?" asked Keeley, blinking at the sudden shift from worry to actual threat. Siska nodded and moved off the stone walkway that fronted the shops on this street and into the running rivulet that was the rainwater in the gutter. Her feet grew cold almost instantly, but she plowed on, forcing her way through the water toward the main market square. Keeley grabbed her arm. "If there's possible trouble, the crowd may not be a good idea," she said. "A person could stab you and never be noticed in that mess." Even with the rain coming down, there were hundreds of people in the market square. If anything, the downpour forced them into tighter knots, attempting to flee from one covered awning on a stall to another. Keeley knew far more about life in a city than Siska and it took only a second for the taller girl to nod in agreement. They moved to the covered walkway on the far side, fronting a four story inn build of well-dressed gray-blue stone. Keeley pulled her inside. "Have you the coin for meals?" she asked. Siska nodded again, pulling out two silver tenth marks. Keeley giggled and shoved one back into Siska's belt pouch. "You've too much money, if you can afford double." Both would easily eat on a tenth mark. The innkeeper, clad in rough woven, but serviceable, clothes, sat them at a table far from the open door, where mist from the falling rain coated the floor and tables. He busily rubbed his hands on a blue towel, the mark of the innkeepers in Tressen. The other staff carried white towels, if they carried any, at all. When they pulled off their cloaks and shook their hair free, five girls at a nearby table put their heads together. Those young women had friendship plaits in their tresses as well, though of different colors. Siska heard the word 'silver' several times, mixed amid the talk and giggles. The girls wore sashes of similar colors. There were six plaits, though, and only five girls. One of their circle was missing. She did not think she liked people giggling at her. "Pay them no mind," said Keeley, ordering heated wine for the two of them. "They're just envious of your color." Siska touched the silver plait on her head and looked down at the wide silver sash on her slender waist. "Jealous? Because it's silver?" "Because it's special," said Keeley, smiling. A short, plump woman brought two crockery mugs of warm wine to them and Siska felt the warmth of the cup with appreciation in both her hands. A flicker of motion from the five girls caught Keeley's eyes and she studied the motion. "What's she. . ." she began to ask. At that moment, Keeley's mug tipped over on the table, forcefuly. Hot wine splashed out and over Keeley's dress, soaking it purple instantly. She jumped back, her chair dumping her over onto the floor. Siska stood quickly, touching mana and feeling a flow passing right beside her. She followed the trail back to one of the girls in the group. That girl, distracted by the plaits and sash, only now noted the color of Siska's robes. Her eyes widened. This was quite a feat, as the young woman had large eyes already, set into a narrow face that gave her an insectile look, overall. "You little trollop," growled Siska as she pulled more mana into herself from the air around her. Frost formed on her robes and almost all the lamps in the room went out. The innkeeper squeaked something. An odd sound from such a round man. The other girls were turning now, anger on their faces for only a moment before fear replaced it. Siska severed the girl's stream of mana, but held it. She saw panic set into the eyes of the girl and felt the flow try to end, but she fed mana into it, maintaining the connection the young woman had so handily left for her. "You dare harm the innocent with the art?" said Siska, straightening her back and pulling herself to her full height. Two of the girls had drawn knifes and the would-be wizard blinked in amazement as Siska pulled the flow of mana taut and then pulsed a massive surge of raw mana down it. Such a flow would have no effect on a normal person, save perhaps making their hair stand on end. It struck the girl with magical aptitude like a sledgehammer. She flew back, the connection finally severing and slammed into the wall behind her with enough force to knock dust from the rafters overhead and a plaque from the wall, which clattered tot he floor. The bug-eyed girl tried to struggle to her feet and Siska saw mana flowing into her, too. She had a look of blind hatred in those oversized eyes. The other girls were moving aside, one remembering to grab her mug of heated wine as she fled. "I will teach you a lesson, pretender," said the girl in a low voice. Her eyes were fixed upon Siska's neck, upon which hung no dragon pendant. The fire that formed in the girl's hand was a pitiable thing, in Siska's estimation. Why did the girl not see how much more powerful than she Siska was? Siska simply lashed out with a tendril of magic and sucked the fire from the spell as it still formed. A glowing trail faded from between them as Siska let that warmth flow into the air. Phillips warding! Siska suddenly realized, remembering that he said he had shielded her to protect her. The other girl could not even see how powerful she was, without a specific casting of a certain spell. The girl gasped and began casting anew, something quicker, Siska realized, and nastier. Tiny darts of coruscating blue lanced from the girl's fingertips as she thrust her hand toward Siska. A second's delay caused the harm, Siska first thought to deflect the darts, but realized they might hit someone else in the inn. As she tried to craft a flexible shield of mana that would both stop and hold them, the first dart tore through the flesh of her shoulder. Her grip on the inner fire of mana slackened and fled as the pain of the rend in her shoulder struck. The shield sprang up, despite this, the flows already committed that gave it existence. The remaining darts slowed rapidly then stopped, glowing and flickering for a half a heartbeat before vanishing. The blue haze of the shield crossed the room from side to side, separating the five girls, along with a few other patrons, from Siska, Keeley, and several other patrons. Without her maintenance, it would last only moments, though. She could see the girl gesturing and hear her chanting syllables that would summon another flurry of the darts. The bartender screamed something else, and ran from the room. Siska had no thought for him. She struggled to grip the fire again, and it slipped from her fingers. She was far more powerful than that whelp of a girl who faced her, but the other girl had more practice, far more. "Siska!" screamed Keeley, noticing the blood flowing down the sleeve of her blue robes. "Not now," hissed Siska, casting a glare at Keeley that caused the younger girl to quail back. The mana forming the shield was dissipating and the girl on the other side held twice as many darts as the first casting had summoned. They flew in a tight circle about her, already moving in a blue blur. When that shield failed, those darts would come so quickly, Siska would have no time to react. As she watched, another dart joined the squadron of orbiting blurs. Siska drew magic into herself, pulling as hard as she knew how. Frost again coated her robes and the remaining lamps went out in the tavern. Even the fireplace, crackling happily behind her, simply huffed and went out. She reached outward and touched the shielding wall of mana. It suddenly stopped looking like a shimmering wall of blue fog, but sprang to a solid mass of glowing blue stone. The stone scintillated, like it was created from a million faceted gemstones, then it flashed and turned black. Releasing the flows, Siska looked at the wall before her. It was not a magical construct now, it was a wall of solid black stone. The last of the mana drifted from it, floating back into the world about her. The customers on her side gasped and stood up. Siska's posture alone told them it was over. The barkeeper bleated as if someone had kicked him and ran toward the wall. "What have you done?" he squealed in that oddly high-pitched voice. Keeley stifled a bark of laughter as the man touched the wall and ran his fingers over the glass-smooth surface of the stone. Soft, distant yells could be heard from the far side of the rock, followed by a thud that could only be someone hitting it. Two of the patrons on the far side were large, burly men wearing carter's livery. The innkeeper glared at Siska. "You may be a wizard, gel, but you're not welcome in my inn, get yourself out!" he screamed. Keeley grabbed Siska's arm and pulled her toward the door, fortuitously on their side of the new wall. "Come on, Siska, he'll call the guard down on you," she said. The innkeeper was now bashing on the wall himself. Siska stumbled back then followed her, every eye in the inn watching her as she fled out the door. A knuckle-breaker, there to keep the peace, with massive arms, who had been posted at the door stepped aside for them, giving Siska a somewhat fearful look. They jogged down the covered walkway and onto the paved street, pulling their cloaks on as they ran. The rain had slackened and Keeley realized not even the light drizzle struck her now. It seemed to be nearly touching her then flashing to steam. She actually felt warm from the tiny puffs of heated vapor. "Are you doing that?" she asked, smiling as another raindrop flashed before her eyes. Siska nodded. "I have to release a lot of mana," she said. When Keeley looked at her, there seemed something manic in her eyes. "I held a lot more than I needed for that wall." "What happens if you don't?" asked Keeley, worry creeping into the tones of her voice. "I don't know," said Siska. "But it hurts right now." Her expression was one of intense concentration, and beads of sweat stood forth on her brow and running down her cheeks. Keeley pointed upward. "Release it into the sky," she said. "It can't do much harm to those clouds." Siska glanced up then held one hand upward. A fat column of blue fire lanced forth from her palm, the thickness of a man's torso. The roar of the flame was so intense that Keeley had to cover her ears and she felt a blast of heat flow off of that column, like from a hot oven when the door is first opened. Looking up, Keeley saw the column spreading as it climbed, now the width of a house. It struck the cloud, a circle of the dense rainclouds the size of the market square vanished. Siska sighed and dropped her hand. The rain stopped falling, a bright patch of sunlight falling on the area around them, looking odd against the darker backdrop of the rest of Tressen. The clouds were already scuttling to fill the hole, ragged edges moving toward the center as if drawn. People around them on the street stared at the two girls. No one moved. "We best go to your house," said Keeley. "I don't think your mentor will be happy." Siska gave with another sigh, this one full of worry, instead of relief. "You're right," she said. "He'll likely be quite cross." Their trip back to Phillip's home was uneventful, if wet, the people on the street that saw the column of blue fire vaporize a cloud simply stood and watched them leave and soon after they were around people who had only seen the incident at a distance and declared that 'some damn fool wizard' was out being flashy. Siska agreed with them on the first half of their assessment of the situation. "What possessed you to do that?" asked Keeley. "She attacked you!" said Siska, some of that fierceness that Keeley had seen in the inn returning to her lovely features. "I'll not allow friends hurt, especially by another wizard." "She didn't hurt me," said Keeley, though her voice sounded rather small. She looked down at the purple staining her dress and grimaced. "It was only wine, and not all that hot." Siska turned on her. "It was an attack," she said. "Next time something like that happens, the other person will not soon be getting up." "You can't do that," said Keeley, grabbing her arm. "You can't go around bashing people for insults and pranks." She thought for a moment. "The Blue Order won't tolerate that, they'll throw you out." Siska blinked at her. "How can you know that?" she asked. "Trust me, if they're anything like the silversmith's guild, they'll chuck you like bad manure." She shrugged. "They maybe treat you like soldiers, and even punish those that they throw out, as a reminder." Siska thought on that a long moment. "The Order is the only people I have," she said. "Other than you and Mist," she quickly ammended. "Exactly," exclaimed Keeley, releasing Siska's arm and stomping off toward Phillip's home again. "So you best think hard about upsetting them at you. As it is, you better be the one to tell Mentor Phillip. If he hears of this through someone else, you will be in twice the fix you're already in." "He may forbid my going to the ball," said Siska, stopping again and her expression changing to one of deep sadness. Keeley grimaced. "I don't think he will, in this instance, but he might," she said. Siska started moving again, jogging to catch up with her friend. "I have much to learn, still, don't I?" she asked as they matched step again, moving swiftly, but not running, onto Rayfish Avenue. "We all do," said Keeley, patting her arm. "You're just having to learn it all at once."

His name was Juan Cerveza de la Noche. At different points in his life, he was an elite soldier for his king, a mercenary, a pirate, and most recently, a bodyguard. This night, he was a fugitive. Had a soul asked him what his crime was, he would have smiled and said, "My crime? She was passion." Namely, Lord Redlen of Sudhoff wanted to kill him for the untimely deflowering of his daughter. Juan crouched amid the pews of the ruined chapel. He moved like a fox, slinking between the long, low, high-backed benches as Lord Redlen and his henchmen sought for him. "Come out, you cur!" yelled Redlen as he again heard scuttering noises among the benches, and his men were forced to change tack to try to bracket the elusive Rojando. "I do not think you will be kindly disposed to me, should I acquiesce," came the reply, echoing off the ancient granite walls. The henchmen, four of the lord's finest and most loyal of guards, changed direction again, based upon the nobleman's hand gestures. "You haven't a chance, Rojando," said Redlen, "We will catch you and string you up by your balls!" "Hence why I will not be coming out," came the response, his thick Rojando accent giving the words a softness and richness that was notably lacking in the Southron language. One of the henchmen dove over a bench, yelling with rage as he thought he caught sight of the slender, dark-haired man they had chased from the manor house, some three miles up the road. "I do not know what you think you were jumping upon," said Juan, in a whisper to the henchman, "but it was not me." The henchman looked up just in time to see the pommel of a rapier coming toward his head. Then there was a sudden flash, followed by darkness. With an agility possessed by one who was used to being pursued, Juan slipped under the pew to his left and popped up three rows over. He poked his head up over the level of the high backs, to see where his opponents were now, and in the dimness of the night, with only moonlight pouring in through shattered stained glass, saw movement. Just in time, he ducked as a crossbow bolt whizzed over his head, nearly parting his well-oiled hair. "That is very unsporting," he said, "to be using ranged weapons upon me." He pronounced ranged as 'rain-jed'." "It will be unsporting when I castrate you, filthy bastard," said Redlen, ordering his men, again with hand gestures toward where the head had briefly popped up. There was a moment of silence, then Juan said from among the pews, "You seem to have a fascination with that portion of my anatomy, is there something I should know?" One of the henchmen gave out a brief snort before catching himself and the enraged expression upon Redlen's face. The lord of Sudhoff howled in frustration and smashed the long wooden bench before him with his greatsword, cleaving it in two. Wood chips flew about and the noise of it echoed from the rafters and walls of the old chapel. "You should know that I am going to kill you!" he screamed. "Why did you not say so?" said a very mild voice from behind Redlen. He felt a prick of steel against the back of his neck. "I do not recommend you turning around, this sword is very sharp." The remaining three of Lord Redlen's men gaped at the reappearance of the elusive Rojando directly behind their master and employer. "Please to tell your men to throw their swords away from them." "Do what he says," growled Redlen, sweat beading on his brow. Redlen was not a young man, but had many years left in him, and a sudden and abiding desire overcame him to see most of them through. "It would also be a very nice gesture on your part to toss away that great cleaver you carry, milord," said Juan in a soft lilt. With a clumsy jerk the din of steel on granite was joined by a louder clang of his massive two-handed weapon. "You will be hanged for this," he muttered. "And that is worse how?" asked the Rojando. Redlen felt the point leave his neck and started to spin about, his great fist knotting into a large ball of bone and meat and spinning about to clobber the offensive man. When his eyes came about, all he saw was teeth and claws as the cat struck him in the head. With a sound like a demon from the pits, the cat began trying to take evasive measures in mid-flight. This, of course, meant that when he hit the nobleman's face, he was already flailing those clawed feet. Lord Redlen screamed as he fought to remove the cat from his head. A goal that they both shared, even if they worked at cross purpose to achieve it. By the time he managed to hurl the cat from him and searched the dark floor of the church for his sword, he and his men heard the galloping of hooves and knew that their horses had just been stolen. "I want that son of a bitch dead!" yelled Redlen, grabbing one guard by the tunic and shoving him away from himself. - - - - - - - - - - "I had no idea daddy, what that horrid man was doing to me," said Elke, lord Redlen's daughter, sobbing and sitting upon a couch. "He simply told me it would feel good." "He took advantage of your innocence," said Redlen, glaring out the window. "You could not have known what a bastard like him was about." She sobbed again into her handkerchief and fell upon her face, crying into the cushions of the couch. "Go to bed, dear, and I will have a priest come to bless you on the morrow," said Redlen. Elke gave a shuddering sigh and left the chamber, the door silently closed behind her as her handmaiden followed her flight. Upon the door shutting, the young woman's whole demeanor changed, and she stood upright. She turned to smile at her handmaiden, Trinna. "By the One, it was as good as you said it would be!" said Elke, taking Trinna's hands. "It was like my whole body was tensed like a bow." Trinna giggled along with the young noblewoman. "Yes, milady, I would never have recommended Juan's company if he were not skilled." "Skilled doesn't come close to describing it, my good woman," Elke sighed, throwing herself upon her massive bed. "Had I known what it felt like, I would have given myself to a man long ago." "Now, milady, not all men are as talented as Juan, don't go thinking they are,"cautioned the handmaiden. Elke's head lifted from the feather mattress. "How do I know when they are?" she asked, eyeing her best friend dubiously. "Their kiss," said Trinna. "Just that?" asked Elke. "I like kissing." "Yes, I've seen you with young Lord Hohenseim," said Trinna conspiratorially. The noblewoman's face grew alarmed. "I thought we were being discreet," she said. "You were, milady, but it is my business to keep up with you and your activities," said the handmaiden, still smiling. Elke's head fell back onto the mattress. "I wish to see him again," she sighed out. "I will let him know," replied Trinna. "Though I daresay you will have to meet him somewhere other than here, after this night." "For pleasure such as that, I would happily wallow in mud," said Elke. Trinna giggled again. "I don't think you will have to sink that low for another meeting." "Who said anything about sinking low? I like mud," replied Elke, laughing and looking up at the canopy on her bed. "At midnight, you are relieved are you not?" "Yes, milady," said Trinna. "Will you go to him?" asked the young noblewoman. The handmaiden thought a short moment. "Would that bother you, Elke? I ask as a friend," she said. Elke turned and raised her head up on one elbow. "Why would that bother me? I have received pleasure this night, and that will not be lessened by your receiving the same." "Then, I say, yes, I planned to meet him this night, after midnight," replied Trinna. The noblewoman smiled. "I envy you that, dear Trinna. That you are free to see whom you will, when you wish." she paused a long moment, "and bed them!" She broke into peals of laughter again. Trinna smiled at Elke, running her fingers through her own chestnut hair. "I suppose nobility and peasantry are both two-edged swords," she said sagely. "That they are, my dear friend," said Elke, a sober expression coming to her mirthful face. - - - - - - - - - - "She said she wishes to see me again?" asked Juan, sitting upon the bed and watching the lovely Trinna remove her tight corset. Trinna smiled over her shoulder at him. "Yes, she's very taken with your skills," she said. Pulling the corset off, and releasing her large, round breasts. She turned about, now only wearing a sheer cotton slip. Juan's eyes widened as he took in her well-rounded breasts, and their dark, large nipples. "You are magnificent, woman," said Juan, folding his arms around her waist as he sat and nuzzling into her bosem. She stroked his neck and murmured, "I will bring her here to you tomorrow night." Juan's hands slid up the outsides of Trinna's long thighs and then gripped her rump. "I would rather have you here, again," he said. "I will have to come, also, but I doubt the lady will wish to share you," said Trinna, kissing the top of his head. Juan looked up at her, his eyes nearly pure black in the center. "Why did you offer to get us together, I wonder?" "Milady seemed very depressed that she would loose her innocence to some old man who would just hump her and then fall asleep atop her," she replied. "Now, even if married off to some fossil, she has known the affection of a man who knows how to give it. Besides, a treasure like your lovemaking should be shared, not hoarded away for only one person to enjoy." She untied the cord holding her slip in place and Juan pulled his hands from beneath it. It fell to the floor in a white puddle of cloth and she stepped forward and straddled his already nude form. "Can you perform again, so soon after the session with milady?" she asked. He grinned at her and pulled her into his belly, forcing his erection between them. "Do noblemen hate to hear of their daughters' deflowering?" Trinna giggled and reached down to stroke the spike of hard flesh between them. She looked into his handsome face, with his wide smile and dark, mysterious eyes. "Yes," she whispered as she lifted her body and impaled herself upon his cock. - - - - - - - - - - Trinna stood quietly in the shadows of an alley, several blocks from the inn where Juan was staying. A short, fat man approached her. "Will she be coming?" he asked, peering at her with cold eyes. "Yes, she will be out of the way on the night of the morrow," Trinna said, her eyes darting up and down the darkened street. He chuckled. "Warming the bed of that idiot Rojando, no doubt," he murmured. "Very good, we don't want her getting caught in the mess, do we?" The handmaiden, who dearly loved her mistress, shook her head. "No, I don't want her involved." The short man reached into his tunic and pulled forth a small pouch. "For making our odious task easier, Trinna," he said, holding it out. She cautiously took hold of the pouch, noting its rather substantial weight. It disappeared into the folds of her long dress. "I feel ashamed for what I have done," she whispered. "Why would you feel that way?" a wide smile came to the man's lips, a smile that made him seem even more greasy than he already did. "You're saving your mistress' life, out of devotion to her. I'd say that was a admirable thing to do. Anyone with a whit of decency would say the same." Trinna nodded slowly, and took another glance up the street. "I should go rest, I've a busy day on the morrow." The man, she did not know his name, nodded. "It'd be prudent to have your wits about you," he said. - - - - - - - - - - Juan Cerveza stood in front of the merchant, eyeing the potion dubiously. "Completely invisible?" he asked. "Indeed, sir, totally," said the Ghantian, holding up the tiny vial of faintly glowing red liquid. "And for only ten marks, it's a bargain." "I am sure it is such a bargain, if it truly works," said Juan, puckering his lips as he thought. "It would surely afford me a moment to gather my wits after inadvertent discovery." "I'll even add a little holder so that you can wear it about your neck to prevent losing it," said the merchant, very hopeful of a sale. Juan nodded. "That would be very nice," he said. "I will take it, but it had better be a working potion." "I guarantee it," said the merchant, sounding offended. Juan handed over the requisite ten silver coins, stamped with the face of some unknown nobleman and a dragon rampant on the back. A few moments later, the merchant handed him the vial, entwined with copper wire and hanging from a short leather loop. He slipped it over his head and gave the merchant what he thought was his most threatening look. "It will work?" "It will," confirmed the merchant, smiling broadly. Juan sauntered off down the street, grinning to himself. He liked magical baubles, and owned several. Prized among them was his sword, which he knew brought him good luck, for since he had acquired it, he had never been stabbed. That he had never been stabbed before that bore little weight in his thoughts. Generally speaking, weighty thoughts were a foreign concept to the Rojando. His theory was that those belonged to philosophers and, perhaps, wizards. He struck a tinderstick upon the wall and lit his pipe. "This will be a night to remember, I can feel it," he said to no one in particular, flicking the tinderstick over his shoulder. He was almost two blocks away when the alchemist merchant's stall went up in a pyrotechnic display that impressed folks around Sudhoff immensely. The merchant himself, being a man of quick wit, had managed to run and dive into a nearby trough, but his stall was still raining down in burning hunks as he came up for air. - - - - - - - - - - "I can't believe I am going to slip away from the manor and have a tryst with Juan," said Elke as Trinna scrubbed her hair. She sat in an ornate tub, rose petals floated on the surface of the water, which rose up to her chest. "You are certain you don't mind sharing him?" Trinna giggled and ladled another cup of water through her mistress' long, auburn hair. "Not at all, milady," she said. Trinna herself was clad only in a loose-fitting slip, so as to not wet her clothes. "Please, we share a lover, you can use my right name, Trinna," said Elke, looking over her shoulder at her handmaiden. "Besides, we've been friends for three years now." "Of course, Elke," said Trinna, taking up the rag and beginning to scrub Elke's back. "But I am still subject of your father and in your employ." The noblewoman smiled up at her. "Then let me bathe you," she said. "What?" asked Trinna, her eyes widening to saucers. "I wish to give you a bath, you've done it for me enough times," repeated Elke. The handmaiden blinked a few times. "It's not proper, Elke. I'm your servant." Elke got a look of good-humored haughtiness on her face. "Then do as I ask, and let me bathe you." She rose from the water, the soapy bubbles sliding off her smooth skin in a cascade of sweet-smelling water. Elke turned to Trinna. "Now, into the tub." Trinna hesitated a moment, but then smiled and stood herself. "I don't expect you to do all of the bathing duties upon me, Elke." Elke got a look of shock on her oval face. "But I will," she said. "Even the shaving." Trinna slid her slip down her thighs. "Seriously, I don't think. . . . " "You think I cannot handle a razor?" asked Elke, smiling. "Fearful that I will cut your privates?" Trinna's eyes crew wider. "Well, to tell the truth, yes." The young noblewoman smiled. "Since I was fifteen, you've shaven my privates, but I did do it myself before that." "I had wondered, mila Elke," said Trinna. The tall, slim handmaiden stepped into the tub and sat down. Elke knelt beside the tub, ladling water into the other woman's brown hair. "I've wanted to wash your hair a long while, Trinna, it's so thick and pretty," she said, stroking the long tresses as the water flowed through the dense strands. Trinna smiled in pleasure as the warm water sluiced over her scalp, followed by the gentle scratching of Elke's long-nailed fingers. The scent of the rosewater pervaded the air and relaxed the young handmaiden more. "Elke, that feels wondrous," she said, smiling and giving out a soft moan. "Good," replied the young noblewoman. "That is how it feels every time you wash my hair." It took a long while for Elke to bathe Trinna, as she was rather unskilled in the art, and she seemed to be enjoying the process. When the matter of cleaning of private areas came up, she did not hesitate, and scrubbed and rinsed with a rather professional expression upon her face. "You have such smooth skin, Trinna, I am a bit envious," she said as she ran a soapy rag over the handmaiden's long thighs. Trinna barked out a laugh. "Envious? Why?" she asked. "Your skin is smoother by far." One hand moved from Trinna to Elke's stomach and stroked her slender fingertips down the taut skin. "You've beautiful skin. So fair." "I like the color of yours, to be truthful," said Elke, scrubbing the slightly olive toned skin. "You are clean, Trinna." Trinna stepped from the tub and grabbed a large towel from a hook. "No, stop that," said Elke, playfully, snatching the towel. "My job," she added, playfully glaring at the taller servant. The handmaiden stood passively as the noblewoman toweled her dry, gently rubbing the smooth, tanned skin and leaving only the soft, freshly-washed texture behind. "Now, lie upon the table," said Elke, pointing to the long table near the tub. Elke did as told, lying down gingerly. The young noblewoman walked up beside her and sat a steaming bowl of water next to Trinna's hip. She also held a large flask of oil. The oil she poured onto Trinna's delicate pubic mound soaking the tight, dark curls. She squirmed as it crept between her thighs and slid up the crack of her backside. "Relax," said Elke, placing one slender hand upon Trinna's thigh, urging it to move away from it's partner. With only a bit of hesitation, Trinna spread her legs apart, as she made Elke do on nearly countless ocassions. She flushed slightly as she thought of how exposed she was right now to her mistress. Elke rubbed the pubic mound gently, kneading the oils into the hairs and softening the skin beneath. "You have some growing down the sides and toward your backside, dear," said Elke, matter-of-factly. Trinna knew this was her cue to spread her legs farther, until her knees were bent and her calves hung down from the table on either side. "Very good." The handmaiden gasped at the touch of cold steel at the top of her pubic hair, and felt the blade slide silky smooth over the skin. She would have to compliment the steward of the house on his job in keeping implements admirably sharp in the household. Every moment or two, Elke would stop and rinse off the blade in the bowl of water, but slowly, inexorably, she shaved off all the hairs in the main patch, leaving baby-smooth skin behind. She then stopped, a quizzical look upon her face. "You don't mind me well doing what you do to get the sides?" "No, Elke," said Trinna, smiling, "I've far more experience with fingers in there than you, and you don't mind me doing it." Elke slowly slid two fingers past the softly-folded lips of Trinna's entrance, only an inch or so, then curled them to pull the skin beside her entrance taut and smooth. The handmaiden inhaled sharply as the blade slid just up to her labia, then lifted, only to start at the junction of her thigh again. The noblewoman smiled. "See, I've not cut you, Trinna," said Elke, turning her hand about and lifting the other side of Trinna's soft skin taut. Trinna sighed. "No, you've not hurt me, at all, Elke," she said. The noblewoman looked at her a moment, noting the half-lidded eyes and faint smile. "Are you enjoying this?" asked Elke finally. Trinna sighed. "I confess that I do, mi Elke," she said. Elke leaned very close to her and whispered into the cup of her ear, "I enjoy it when you do it, as well." A deep blush suffused the handmaiden's features as the noblewoman leaned back and slid her fingers gently from Trinna's entrance. "You need to lift your legs and hold them up for me," she said. Trinna, again, did as she was told, pulling her knees to her shoulders and grabbing them with her hands. Elke leaned in and gently shaved the patch of skin between entry and anus, then a few stray strands around the handmaiden's backside. Trinna gasped as the blade slipped gently and slid over her sphincter. "No cut, promise," said Elke, grinning. Then she leaned back, smiling broadly. "All done." The handmaiden lifted her head and shoulders and looked down at her now smooth pubic mound, then rand a experimental hand between her thighs, and felt nothing but very smooth skin and the delicate folds of her entrance. Elke had done a splendid job of it, she decided. Elke gently moved her hand out from between her thighs. "Not yet, though, one more step," she chided. Trinna smiled and leaned back, again spreading her thighs apart. Elke moved inward with a soft rag which was soaked with oils and essences. She rubbed it over the handmaiden's pubic mound and then between her legs, over her opening. There was a rapid cooling sensation as these special oils soaked into the skin, causing Trinna to gasp again. Elke looked down at her, one eyebrow raised. "Just like me?" she asked. Trinna hesitated only a heartbeat before nodding. The noblewoman dipped two fingers into the bowl with the remaining oils, then slipped them deep into Trinna. Trinna groaned at the penetration as well as the chilling sensation that moved deeper into her and spread throughout her body. Unlike Trinna's rather perfunctory performance of this duty, Elke did not immediately pull her fingers forth, leaving them for a long moment slid deep into the handmaiden's cunt. She tilted her head slightly, and watched Trinna's expression as the handmaiden closed her eyes and her lips parted slightly. Elke felt the girl's body move slightly, her hips adjusting then moving back. "Mistress, please, don't tease me," begged Trinna, forcing her eyes to open and staring into the eyes of the young noblewoman. Elke blinked once, then pulled her fingers from the handmaiden's tunnel. "I'm sorry, Trinna," she said. "I've never touched a girl that way before." Elke looked at the slick juices upon her fingers, then smiled. "It was interesting." Trinna said, "I know it is, Elke, I do it nearly every day." She sat up and wiped her juices from the handmaiden's fingers with a towel. "Now, you on the table, for you still need a shave." They swapped positions, and Trinna shaved her mistress with well-practiced hands. Elke smiled as her handmaiden finished the shave then oiled her privates again. When Trinna slipped her fingers into her, she pushed her hips upward, driving them deeper into her entrance. Trinna froze and blinked at the lady, bracing to pull her fingers out of the other woman's soft insides. "Please, leave them a moment," said Elke, her eyes half-lidded as Trinna's had been earlier. The handmaiden nodded and watched as Elke began moving her hips rhythmically against her fingers. Her own breathing was growing rapid and short. Elke gripped her wrist and pushed her hand inward, feeding the last length of the handmaiden's long, slim fingers into her cunt. The young noblewoman groaned as Trinna pushed inward a bit more and curled the fingers. "Oh, One, like that, yes," said Elke, her teeth clenched together. "Milady, are you certain?" asked Trinna, her eyes wide with worry. "I do not wish to encourage you to do something you will regret." Elke opened her eyes again, releasing Trinna's hand. "The only regret I have is that I did not do this sooner," said the noblewoman. "I will ask, though, do you dislike it? If so I will stop." "Well, um," stammered Trinna. "Milady, I've been with other women before, so I know that I find pleasure in it." Elke's eyes lit up. "You have?" she asked. "You've lain with a woman?" Trinna's eyes refused to meet her mistress'. "Yes," she replied, "please do not hold it against me." The young noblewoman sat up, touching Trinna's shoulder. "Of course I do not mind it," she said. "Regardless, we should make ready for tonight," said Trinna, pulling her fingers from Elke's tight opening. "I have a wig for you, and clothes." They spent the next hour preparing the lady's disguise. "You will leave by the north way," said Trinna. "It is the sergeant's night off, and he is the one I have had relations with, so his men will leave you be." Elke giggled. "Had relations?" she asked. "What does that mean?" "I used to service his manhood on some nights, when I was feeling naughty," explained Trinna. "Sometimes, he would return the favor with his fingers. It is something I've avoided as he does not offer proper recompense for my using my mouth." The young noblewoman. "You've serviced him with your mouth? What is that like?" Trinna smiled. "Fun, but not very fulfilling, and his seed tastes odd," she said. "Now listen, I will go by the west gate, and we will meet at the Blessed Chalice Inn, in the first room to the right at the top of the stairs." Elke nodded and pulled her bonnet into place, covering her face in shadows. "I will be careful." - - - - - - - - - - "Are you sure that she said she would come here?" asked Juan, peering out the window into the foggy night. The handmaiden rolled her eyes. "Yes," she said, "she knows where we are." He took a slow sip of his wine. "And you are certain you wish to be here?" She nodded. "I will leave after she arrives safely," said Trinna. "She is my friend, after all, and I worry for her." Juan smiled. "I am amazed that you are so eager for us to get together. You are either a remarkable woman, or crazy." He pronounced amazed as a-maze-ed. She sat on the bed. "As I said, does her having pleasure with you lessen my own?" "This is most true," replied Juan, his dark eyes turning from the window. A soft rapping came from the door. Trinna stood from the bed. "That's her," she said and opened the door. Elke stepped through, still dressed as a handmaiden, with the brown wig that Trinna had supplied. She smiled timidly as she slid the bonnet back from her head and the real handmaiden closed the door. "Hello Juan," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. Juan smiled at her. "You are looking every bit as lovely as you ever have, Elke," he said, his voice turning the normal harsh sounds of Southron into something fluid and slick. Trinna started to open the door again, in preparation of slipping out it. "No, Trinna, stay a moment," said Elke in a urgent voice. A twinge of worry entered the handmaiden's heart, but she simply closed the door. "What is it?" "I wish you to stay for a while, is all," explained the young noblewoman. "I did not come to simply strip and jump in the bed. You do not have to, though, if you wish otherwise." Trinna walked up to the couple and stood beside Elke. "I don't mind at all." "Good." The smile on Elke's face mixed relief and pleasure equally. Juan picked up the bottle of wine. "All is well, then, let us have a drink to throw the fog out of this room, yes?" He gave Trinna his glass and filled the other glass, handing it to Elke when it was full. He kept the bottle for himself, as there were but two wine glasses. "To good and true friends," said the Rojando, lifting the bottle. The two girls clinked their glasses off the green glass of the bottle and said, "Cheers," in unison. The three of them found a place to sit, Trinna upon the bed again and Elke upon the room's one chair. Juan perched upon the edge of the writing desk that the room contained, though it showed no signs of his having used it. The three got into a long discussion about sneaking about, which seemed, as it were, a natural topic of conversation. "Once, when I was with the Arballeros, a order of soldiery in Costa Roja," said Juan. "We were trying to sneak up on a large group of Theocracy (pronounced teeo-crazy) soldiers. The lot of us broke into a furrier's shop and stole sheep skins. Well, this one man, his name was Julio, he did not know a sheep from a moose, he had never been outside of Puerto Grande, his home city. So he steals a moose pelt, complete with the head and antlers." He took a sip from the bottle. "Imagine the look on the Thocracy mens' faces when they see they are being charged by a mass of sheep with a moose leading the attack. I believe they became a rout before we could even land a blow upon them." The two girls giggled and Juan refilled their glasses. "Why did you leave the King of Costa Roja's service, Juan?" asked Trinna quietly. He thought for a long moment. "I never really did, pretty Trinna," he said, his eyes growing glassy. "I was forced (for-sed) to leave Roja, by men besmirching my good name." She grinned. "If it had something to do with women, are you certain it was a besmirching?" He looked rather serious, for the first time that she had seen. "Yes, in this case, I must say it was," he said. "You see, they say I killed the King's daughter, Sophia." He looked at the two women, both lovely, and both still wearing smiles, though they were now a bit stiff. "I would never hurt a woman in anger, please believe that, I love women. And I loved Sophia, more than all others." The expressions of both women grew somber as his own fell slightly. He bowed his head a moment. Then it popped back up. "I do not yet know who killed her, or why, for she was a kind and wonderful young woman. If I find them, they will die." He held up the bottle, now nearly empty. "To vengeance," said Juan. The girls lifted their glasses, "To vengeance," they said. Trinna got unsteadily to her feet. "Your bottle is nearly emptied, good Juan," she said. "I will go forth and fetch another." She moved a rather non-straight line toward the door then exited the room with Juan blinking after her. "A remarkable girl," he said, eyeing his bottle. Elke stood, her own knees less than fully functional, and walked up to Juan. "Yes, she is," she said in a whisper, stepping very close to Juan, indeed. "Take us both to bed, if she will allow it." Juan blinked at her. "You are certain?" he asked. She kissed the tip of his nose, the smell of wine assailing him at the same moment. Leaning back, she said, "Yes, I wish to see her and you make love, too. To see how it is really done, by people who know how to do it." "Trust me, milady, you may not be an expert, but you are a skilled amateur," he said, smiling broadly at the memory of the night before. She kissed him on the lips this time. "Amateur or no, I want to see the two of you enjoying one another, then I want to be witnessed enjoying you, as well." He nodded. "If she is amenable," he said quietly, his eyes glittering at the thought. The door banged open, and two men stormed in. Both were clad in tattered black cloaks and had drawn knives. They ran two steps into the room, toward the bed before stopping and glancing to their left at the man and woman standing near the writing desk. Elke gasped as she recognized one of the men, "Arved?" she asked, a stunned expression pasted itself onto her face. Juan moved quickly, drawing his rapier. "Explain yourselves, brigands." The two men blinked a moment, apparently quite surprised. "Careful, Juan, that's my father's court mage." The mage, Arved, reached out a hand and spoke a word. Juan felt himself hurled bodily back, yelling as his shoulders and back hit the far wall behind him. Stars were twinkling before his eyes against a field of flickering black and white. "Your lack of haste has complicated this matter," said Arved, now bringing his hand around to point toward Elke. He appeared to be middle aged, though rumor had it he was much, much older. "What are you talking about?" asked Elke, backing away from the wizard. The other man, whom she did not recognize pushed the door shut and sneered over his shoulder. Then he said words in a tongue that she did not recognize. Juan staggered to his feet. "Dark speech, I hear, or are my ears deceiving me?" he asked. He propped his shoulder against the wall, and brought his sword up again. "Are you a complete idiot?" asked the mage, glaring at him. "Not only to get up, but to acknowledge that we must now kill you?" The door popped open again, and Trinna happily said, "I brought two!" as she kicked it aside and held both bottles up. She blinked as she saw the man who had just closed the door. "What are you doing here?" Both the men looked toward the handmaiden. "You stupid cow, what are YOU doing here?" said the shorter, heavyset man. The mage started to turn back toward Juan, deciding that this little get together had grown large enough, and it was time to start thinning the guest list. He barely caught a good glimpse of the sword point as it pierced his chest and slid between his ribs. A rather surprised look came to his face as he glanced down at the weapon. His robe was enchanted to stop all but enchanted blades from penetrating it. Where the blade pierced the robe, a faint shimmer glowed, flickering with conflicting energies. He looked up, his eyes still wide as the shorter man turned to see what had just happened. A heavy wine bottle descended upon his head in a short, tight arc. "Cow!" screamed Trinna, almost drowned out by the sound of shattering glass. The man staggered to the side, trying to bring his dagger around toward Trinna when the other bottle caught him in the face. "I'll cow you, you lying sack of dung!" The short man staggered back now, blinded by wine and blood flowing where the bottle had shattered against his face. The wizard, Arved, collapsed to his knees and held forth a hand toward Juan Cerveza, a glazing look in his eyes almost masking the hostility that brewed there. He had one last bit of power to strike down the man who had killed him. Magical energies coalesced around his hand, forming into a sort of blue fire. The short man, blind by blood and rage staggered to his feet and ran into the wizard, pitching the spellcaster forward onto his face and pulling Juan's sword free. Both the wizard and the short man fell to the floor. Whatever horrid demise that the wizard had planned for Juan detonated, sheathing the two men in a blue corona. When it dissipated, their corpses looked charred, and a stink of cooked meat came up from them. Elke retched and dove for the window, throwing open the wooden shutters and hanging her head outside. Juan Cerveza, having seen death on battlefields and in private settings, was less affected, though he was still disturbed at the stench. Trinna simply gaped a the two fallen men. "They said. . . . " she muttered. She blinked a few more times as Juan sheathed his own sword and covered the bodies with the blanket from the bed. "They said they wanted to protect her." "Who has said what?" asked Juan, looking at her oddly. "The short man, there, told me to get her out of the manor to protect her," the handmaiden repeated. "They planned a coup, and did not want her in the house." Elke turned about, her upset forgotten. "Planned a coup?" she said, her voice deceptively quiet. "And you helped them get me out of the manor?" "More likely, they planned a kidnaping," said Juan. "But I must agree, that your deception is most alarming, Trinna." "I only did it to protect Elke," she said quietly, her head hanging down. "I didn't know." Elke clenched her small hands into fists. "I must get back to the manor!" she announced. There were heavy footsteps from below, and the shouts of alarmed people. "Trinna, go, now. Juan, watch over her, and both of you leave the barony, fast." Juan nodded, grabbing his pack and Trinna's arm in two quick motions and ushering her to the door. The inn had a back stair, near to the stables, and they made for them. Elke nodded as Juan looked back. Her eyes were haunted and dark, but a tiny smile played onto her mouth. "I will stall them," she said. The Rojando and the handmaiden rode into the night, one on each of two of the stolen horses. The other two, he swatted with his rapier and sent them off to add confusion and extra tracks to follow for scouts. By dawn, they would be in the Duchy of Hohenstadt, and reasonably safe. From their they could take ship to somewhere safer, yet. - - - - - - - - - - The Lady Elke walked through the burned out manor house. Several guards surrounding her in a protective circle. When she found the corpses of her mother and father, still in their bed, she wept for long hours. Eventually, one of the baron's most loyal guards, a man named Marik, rode up, with her little brother, and the current Baron of Sudhoff, Frederick swaddled and crying in his powerful arms. "Your mother bid me get him out of the house, it was a standing order," said Marik. He handed the babe over to Elke's outstretched arms. "You are regent, by precedence, Lady Elke. What are your orders?" "Gather the troops together and we will move to the summer manor, south of the town," she said, her voice adopting a rather peculiar air of command. She held out her hand, and dropped a silver disk into Marik's hand, it had a skull upon it and a snarling mastiff's head on the obverse. "I want all strangers in the town checked for something like this in their possession, if you find any, arrest them and bring them to the south manor." She had retrieved the medallion from the short man, and a matching one off the magister. Her mind flashed to the days she had spent at the knee of Kristoff, the family's herald, teaching her the heraldry of the lands. It was a marker of the Black Theocracy. Marik nodded and walked to the marshals of the town. He issued some orders and showed them the disk, handing it, ultimately, to one of them. They mounted their horses and rode toward the dim glow that marked the town, alight with excitement over the happenings of this eventful evening. She spoke for long moments with Marik, whom she had always liked, after a manner. "What of the Rojando and Trinna, then?" "Ultimately, I would have died in the manor, as well, I fear," she said. "Despite her gross foolishness in being taken in by those heathens, she did save my life. Let them go." Marik nodded and helped her onto her horse, which stood amid a cadre of twenty knights, now armored and ready to ride to the south manor. "Milady, you are handling this very well, for such trying times." She smiled and locked her big blue eyes upon Marik. "My loyal man, Marik," she said, then leaned close, tilting perilously far over in the saddle. "I will need a strong man beside me to keep power in these tumultuous days, you will be my husband." Marik blinked a few times, his mouth going dry and his eyes only focusing upon her again with concentration. "It would be my honor, milady." "Good," said Elke, nudging her horse's sides and trotting forward. "I had hoped to have company this night." - - - - - - - - - - Juan sat under the tree, watching the low flames of their campfire flicker fitfully in the misty night. They had fled the night before, and most of the next day. Finally, he and Trinna had collapsed into sleep half a day from Hohenstadt, thinking to arrive fresh in the morning of the next day. "Why did you do that to your mistress?" he asked, eyeing the handmaiden as she dug through his pack, trying to find something to keep her warm in the light dress she wore. Trinna turned to him. "Because I loved her," she said. "Because in my eagerness to help her, I was blind to what was truly going on." He leaned forward from the tree and looked deeply into her eyes, his dark orbs piercing her. "Then you are lucky she loves you, too," he said. "For, otherwise, she would have you killed for what you did." The handmaiden wiped tears from her cheeks. "I know that," she murmured. "It may yet kill me, even if she doesn't do it." Juan's eyes softened. "No, that will not happen," he said, extending a hand and gripping her arm. He pulled her toward him and curled her up in his lap, embracing her shaking form as she broke into tears. "You did the right thing, even if at the behest of the right people, in the end." She folded inward on herself into his lap, forming into a remarkably compact bundle upon his lap. "I'll never forgive myself," she said. "Then we are fine traveling companions, are we not?" said Juan, stroking her hair. - - - - - - - - - Four other men bearing the silver disks were found in Sudhoff and quickly dispatched to perform scout work on whether their dark faith was true or not, regarding the afterlife. Lady Elke married Sir Marik two weeks later, elevating him to Baron until her brother could ascend to the title, in sixteen years. The papers found in the room of the short man were found to be plans to kill off her parents and brother. As she would be kidnaped by then, she would be forced to marry a picked man, who was sworn to the Black Theocracy, a young nobleman who was a son of a baron in a distant part of the Southern Realms. His name had been given over to the church and last Elke heard, he had fled into the wilds to avoid his arrest. A few judicious bribes and she had discovered that Trinna was now living in the Windy Isles, where she was learning the trade of smithing, of all things. Juan, she heard news of through other means, usually gossip at the social events at other nobles' homes, at parties and balls. Marik walked into the chamber and interrupted her reverie, and she looked up from the piles of documents upon the desk before her. "You work too hard at this ladyship business," he said, smiling and running his strong fingers over her shoulders. She sighed and grabbed one of his hands and kissed it. "Father would have killed you had he known of us these last three years." Baron Marik smiled. "I feared that day, myself, and was very envious of that night you spent with the Rojando, though it gave me the cover that would have saved my life, had our love been discovered." Her new handmaiden, Anna, entered the chamber. "It is time for your bath, milady," she said. She was a pretty young woman, with long, curly blond hair and big blue eyes. Elke stood up and turned to her. "I'll be right there, Anna." She kissed Marik on the cheek, then followed the young woman into her bathing chambers. After she gently shut the door and locked it, Elke looked at the young handmaiden removing her garments. "Will I be bathing milady today, or vise-versa?" asked Anna, turning a smile to her mistress.

Dual Apprentices - High Society - Part Four - By Mack the Knife Wenn stood, looking blankly at the guards. What? he asked. Sir, we must make you arrest, said the guardsman. He held a three foot rod of some strangely dark metal. Let us not make a scene of it. Wenn and Crissa both cringed away from the almost hostile emanations of the staff. By sight other than normal light, they could see malevolence about it. It hated magic, and disliked mages, even without anything magical about. Captain, asked Marrat, himself visibly taken aback by the staffs negating aura, must you wield a wizardsbane so offensively? The captain held it downward, in a less threatening manner. I apologize, but to us, Master Wenn is an unknown quotient, sir. I understand that and I vouch for his behavior, said Marrat, giving Wenn a meaningful look. Mandran nodded curtly and turned toward one guard, who held a large wooden case. The staff was placed within and the lid closed. It was as if a fire had been snuffed in Wenns mind. He hadnt even heard the buzzing sound in his ears until it was gone. What was that thing? he asked Marrat. A wizardsbane, a weapon to render mages helpless, said Marrat. Both of they young apprentices looked at the captain with newfound upset and worry. Would it hurt us? asked Wenn, eyeing the casket, but talking to Master Marrat. Not in and of itself, but if you tried to use magic around it, it would suck your energies dry, explained Marrat. I cannot know about Crissa, her abilities are so different from ours and powered differently, as well. It might hurt her. Crissa gave the box one last look, then turned toward the captain again. What do you mean that he killed that ass Lentan? she said. We just saw him not an two hours ago, and he was hale and hearty and full of piss and vinegar. As you say, Mistress Crissa, said the captain, trying very hard to remain professional. But he is quite thoroughly dead now, and it was known that Master Wenn had accepted challenge to duel him this very night. Wenn bowed up at this point. So you call my honor into question by laying claim that I ambushed him and killed him rather than face the cad in a fair fight? he asked. That is the charge, Master Wenn, though the details must come out in the trial, said Captain Mandran. For now, you are made arrest, please. Go with him, Wenn, and offer no resistance, commanded Marrat in a quiet voice. Do not dishonor us by adding real crime to the charges. Wenn blinked at the old wizard, then nodded. Yes, Master Marrat, he said. Crissa tried to follow them as the guards formed a rough box around the young apprentice. Marrat stopped her with a old, callous, and surprisingly strong hand. No, dear, he said. You need to stay. Her eyes turned to his, wide and pleading. But he needs me, she said. He needs you to stay here, and clear of the confusion that his arrest will cause, said Marrat, gently nudging the doors to his foyer closed. You do know he didnt do it, dont you? asked Crissa, blinking back tears. Marrat shook his head. I know no such thing, though I do not believe he did it, said the old wizard. How can you say that? asked Crissa, almost screaming. You know he didnt do it! Tears now rolled down her cheeks and she clenched her fists into tight knots. Again, Master Marrat shook his head. I fear I cannot say that, he said. Then look into his mind and see the truth, she said. I cannot do that, my dear, even if I were able, said Marrat, a odd placidity coming over his features. You wont lift a finger to defend him? she asked, her expression incredulous. What the hell is wrong with you? Marrat moved toward the library and sat upon a small stool within the massive room. I cannot take any side in this, he said. I must remain impartial. Why? she asked. You are his mentor, you have to take his side. Because, said Marrat, taking out his pipe and starting to pack tobacco into the bowl, as he is a wizard, and I am the senior wizard of the duchy, I must be his judge. - - - - - - - - - - I cannot simply recuse myself, Crissa, you must understand that, said Marrat, sighing. We are wizards, and held to a higher standard, we must simply become impartial, even if it hurts inside to do so. And does it hurt? she shot back. You dont seem terribly upset. It does, my dear, said the old man. She turned about again, hammering both her fists on the end of a large bookshelf. One protect me, I want to throttle you right now, she said. I understand that feeling, he said mildly. She blinked at him. Who will be his defender in the court? she asked, a small spark of hope dawning in her eyes. He is a freeman and such is his right. Marrat nodded. Indeed, it is, he said. I have sent for a friend from Morrovale to assist in that endeavor, to act as his barrister. She nodded and said, At least you did that much. I had to, as the judge, it is my duty to ensure he is represented, said Marrat. I did him no special favors. I suggest you go to bed and begin afresh on the morrow, Crissa, said Marrat, picking up a massive tome and carrying it toward his own bedchamber. You have much to do. What have I to do, except watch my lover be tried for a murder he didnt commit? she asked. Marrat gave her a weak smile. I assume you wish to clear his name, he said. Such things are best done with clear heads and well-rested bodies. She blinked after him as he closed the door to his chamber. Crissa could not think straight. Wenn was now prisoner and her life was twisted out of alignment. She stormed up to their shared tower room and threw herself onto the bed and wept, frustration bled as she wailed into the pillow, her heart hurting for her missing mate. - - - - - - - - - - She awoke to the sun beaming into her face. The sun did not come into this part of the room till near noon. She blinked at the blinding light and slipped from the bed. After bathing and donning clean clothes, she walked downstairs to find Marrat sequestered in the library with the massive, heavy doors closed tight and barred. There would be no help from that quarter. With a massive sigh, she left the house and walked aimlessly down the streets of Norboro. She was unsure where she may be going, but soon found herself standing before the student dormitory at the academy. She glared at the building, annoyed at it. She thought, for a moment, to see if she could do something to it, using her abilities. Surely, that would help Wenn so much, she thought, then smiled at the silliness of the very idea. Taking a massive breath, she walked toward the front doors. An upperclassman opened the door as she approached, holding a small baton in his hand. Stop where you are, witch, he said, giving her a disdainful look. Were locked down to prevent further incidents against us by outsiders, he said. She glowered at him. I am a student of the Academy, am I not? she asked. He nodded. But youre a witch, he said. Which is not necessarily a crime, you ass, she growled, taking another step toward him. He got a hateful look on his face and his hand, bearing the short, weighted club started moving. She reached out with her mind and wrenched control of that arm from him, he slammed that hand down on the stone bannister and the baton went tumbling away. The young man began to scream out, but she seized control of his vocal cords as well, stopping it in his throat. He then hurled himself out of her way with a flying leap over the bannister to tumble into the shrubs beside the stairs. She opened the door to see two other upperclassmen fleeing down the long corridor. Cowards, she said. There were disjointed groans from the doorway behind her. Crissa moved down the corridor of the second story like a lioness prowling for prey. A head would poke out of a room head on one side or the other, only to be hastily jerked back inside with a sound of fear and panic. There were two determined-looking young men standing before the door to Peris room. Crissa took control of their necks and bounced both young mens heads off the doorframe behind them. They slid quietly to the floor as she opened the door. Come Peris, she said, it isnt safe for you here. Peris sat up from her bed. How did you - oh, no, Crissa. she said, eyeing the fallen two behind the tall blond. They are unhurt, said Crissa, shaking her head. Or at least mostly so. They WERE holding you against your will, yes? she asked. Yes, they were, said Peris. Then I was justified in the force I used to win your release, replied Crissa. Her voice held a coldness in it that was rather frightening to Peris. Were going somewhere safe. One of the young men who had been guarding the door was regaining consciousness. Crissa reinstated his slumbering state by grabbing his head and bouncing it off the wall behind him. One of the upperclassmen had a pendant clutched to his chest that glinted as if of precious metal. Crissa peered closer and saw that it was a symbol of some sort. She pulled on it, and found it was bound about his neck by a chain. Whats this? she asked Peris. It resembled a pyramid with a burning hand superimposed on the front face of the triangular shape. I dont know, some of the upperclassmen wear them, probably one of their secret societies the school is full of little clubs and such, said Peris, rolling her eyes. The tall blond made harumphed and stood, taking Paris arm. She watched alertly for any movement. If the upperclassmen thought she was coming, they were leaving her an open path back to the street. The lad she had hurled into the shrubs was crawling free of them. Witch! he screamed, pointing at her. Another of the golden pendants was about this young mans neck, knocked loose by his flip into the bushes. People on the street were beginning to stare, and some were talking. She grabbed his arm from him again and balled his hand from a pointing finger into a fist, then he punched himself in the face, knocking himself down. Crissa moved like a draft horse, plowing through the gathering people as if they were not there. They moved aside, fearful of both her power and her obvious anger. Crissa felt fear form Peris as well, and something else, something more feral. This is arousing her, and its aimed at me, thought Crissa. They arrived at Marrats home and she escorted the young woman up the stairs to the turret chamber. Listen, Peris, she said, speaking rapidly and pacing back and forth. I dont like girls like that, so please put that out of your head, it will never happen. The younger girl looked somewhat hurt, but smiled. Sorry, I should have known you would see it. I couldnt miss it, to tell the truth. Youre a girl of strong passions, said Crissa, then sat heavily in her chair. Now, I need to know all you do about those lads that framed Wenn. Framed Wenn? asked Peris. Theyre accusing him of murdering Lentan, said Crissa, lifting her head from her cupped hands. You didnt know this? No, she said. I knew crossing that ass would be bad. Her eyes filled with tears. You said there are cliques and clubs and stuff within the students, right? asked Crissa. Tell me about that clique. Which one? asked Peris. The one that Lentan belonged to, replied Crissa. Peris thought for long moments, organizing her mind. Many students are sons of merchants and other freemen and commoners, she said. Lentans lot consider themselves above such, as divinely granted wealthy and powerful. He only associates with other noble-born, then? asked Crissa. Yes, except when he sees some use for someone else, replied the little brunette. I wish to know what that burning hand symbol is, said Crissa. I get the feeling they all wear one. She turned to Peris and gave her a hard, icy stare. Do you wish to help Wenn? she asked. Of course I do, said Peris. How badly? asked Crissa. This may become dangerous. Peris lowered her head. This happened because he defended me, she said. Ill do whatever is needed to clear his name. Crissa gave one sharp nod of her head and started digging in her closet. Get undressed, she told the younger girl. The young noblewoman blinked at her, but started unfastening her dress buttons. What are we going to do? she asked. Find out what evidence the guard holds against Wenn, said Crissa. And I cant use magic to get to it, else I will be jailed, also. What are we going to do? repeated Peris. Crissa tossed her an elven-style set of clothes. Were going to use the other magic you and I possess, she said and started stripping herself. - - - - - - - - - - The midnight watch was very dull, and the two guards on the watch house stood at ease, talking to each other. Peris stood around the corner with Crissa. How do we get them to take us inside? she asked. Crissa gave her a marvelously blank stare, then said, Just follow my lead, and remember, you said whatever it takes. Oh, One protect me, said Peris, her eyes going wide. You mean to seduce them. I do, said Crissa. And if youre to help me, youre going to seduce one of them. If youre not willing, go back to Marrats. I can do this alone. The icy expression and cool tone of the words chilled Peris heart. I want to help, she whispered. Though I dont know how. I can help you in that much, said Crissa. You grant me leave? With a nervous swallow, Peris nodded. Look at one of the guards, the one you favor, said Crissa, then smiled wickedly. Youre about to lose your virginity to him. Will it hurt? asked Peris. Probably, said Crissa, but youll be too excited to care. I cannot, said Peris, breaking into tears and backing away from Crissa with fearful eyes. I just cant. She wept openly, forcing Crissa to pull her back into the shadows of the alley. Okay, she hissed, but you will have to do something on your own. Just pleasure him with your mouth. If he decides he must poke something, Ill try to cover boths needs. Peris expression moved to shock. And thats better? she asked, her voice rising. Youll still be a virgin, said Crissa, shrugging. Peris shook her head again. I still dont know how, she said. One grant me strength, growled Crissa lifting her eyes to the stars. I didnt the first time I did it either, you know! she said. You just take the end in your mouth, bob your head down on it and play with his shaft and balls with your hands. Its not like studying higher mathematics. Peris nodded. I suppose not, huh? she said, then she squared her shoulders and lifted her head to stare directly ahead. Okay. She had a rather determined look on her face. The two walked from the alley and directly toward the guards. The men immediately took notice of two young girls walking in the foggy night, seeming to make straight for them. Hello, there, you two lovelies, said one guard. He was a younger man, perhaps in his mid twenties. The other man held his tongue and watched them simply with openly appraising eyes. Good evening, said Crissa, swinging her hips widely the last few steps. The younger guard looked up and down her figure, quite boldly examining the long, muscular limbs and noting the absence of a loincloth beneath the elven style skirt. What can we do for you two ladies this night? he asked. Crissa smiled and walked to stand but a foot from the tall soldier. My friend and I were having fun with a couple of lads who didnt know their limit in alcohol, she said. We thought, mayhaps, a pair of loyal guardsmen might be sober enough to satisfy our needs. The younger guard swallowed and looked to his companion. His friend, the older of the two, was examining Peris figure in her skimpy elven garments. Arent you a bit young to be out propositioning men? he asked quietly, almost paternally. Peris giggled. Im older than I look, sir, she said with a broad smile. Im eighteen, so Im well past allowed, am I not? He nodded. I suppose you are, young woman, he said. Crissa stepped closer. You have rooms right here, do you not? she asked, jerking her head toward the large stone structure behind him. Of course we do, said the guard, suddenly very energetic. Ill be right back, Ill get a couple of lads to relieve us and we can show you our fine billits. He slipped into the building. Peris was now standing right beside the older guard, actually holding his arm. Ive never been in a guards billit before, is it interesting? she asked. Ill give you a tour of the place, he said. Would you? asked Peris, That is so very sweet of you. The guard, almost twice her age, blushed deeply. Well, you two are pretty sweet, too, he said, actually scuffing his boot on the cobbles of the courtyard. The younger guard returned with two other guards in tow. You so owe us for taking your watch, Willim, said one of the replacements. He looked at the two girls, his eyes going wide. You owe us BIG, he repeated. Willim took Crissas offered arm and escorted her into the massive stone structure. The older guard followed them with Peris in tow. Crissa looked around them as they passed through passages and closed doors. Your friend said you two would show us around, she said. Did he then? asked Willim, looking back at his elder compatriot. Did you promise them a tour Gharen? he asked. Yeah, I did, said Gharen, smiling at Peris. We should show them about, you know? I suppose that would be okay, said Willim, putting his arm around Crissas slim waist. Crissa leaned into him warmly, and put her own arm around his waist and hooked her thumb through his belt. She giggled as she put her head on his shoulder. She stood so tall that she, in truth, was at least his own height. Peris came barely to the older guards shoulder, she smiled up at him. Id really like a look around, this place has always made me wonder whats inside, she said. They came to a large, iron-bound door. Well, the dungeon is down there, where we hold prisoners for trial. he said. We cant let you in there, though, theyre a dangerous lot, and two pretty gels like you, well, you know. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Crissa blinked at him, acting stunned. Theyd ravish us? she said, innocently. Yeah, I fear they would, said the guard. The tall blond leaned into him again, and put her lips to his ear. I rather fancy being ravished this night, she whispered. He twitched at her words and a tiny smile formed on his lips. Ill see what I can do, then, he said, trying to sound professional. The quartet moved through the building, visiting such charming locales as the confessions chamber. Crissa rather thought it looked like a torture chamber, but who was she to quibble. The guard laughed when she gasped at the rack. Now, dear, this stuffs not been used in generations, so dont fear, he said. The stuff is mostly kept about because its so bloody interesting. Crissa ran her fingertips over the restraints on the rack. It is interesting, she said, stroking the steel fittings as if she were petting a cat. Peris was in the corner, looking at a large contraption with Gharen. You say they used it to break bones slowly? she asked, rather horrified, and not needing to fake it much. Aye, said the guard. The suspect would be clapped in those irons there, then those bars and stuff would come down to work on each major bone individually. With that crank there, they all can be tightened a tiny bit at a time. He looked at the torture device with awe. I heard a skilled man could snap all of them in a single quarter-turn. Peris cringed. How horrid, she giggled, stepping closer to Gharen and putting her hand on his stomach as she leaned toward him. She then felt his large hand on her backside, stroking up from the slit side over her bare bottom. He smiled at her and she returned the smile. His hand felt hot on her rump, like it had just been pulled from an oven. The fingers pressed into her crease and he squeezed the lobe of soft flesh. A unforced moan escaped her lips. Peris had never been touched on her bare rump before and the feeling was rather good, even with this brutish guard. She glanced over to see Crissa kissing the other guard, her back to a wall and the guard leaning onto her, their arms around each other and exploring one anothers backs. Peris smiled again, moving her own arm from the mans belly and sliding it lower. I have to warn you, sir, she said quietly, I am very new at this. He smiled. I am a patient man, Ill not rush you, then, he said. Her hand was now moving over his pants and she felt the rough linen of them. He sighed as her hand grew very near to his organ and she looked on in fascination as it swelled within his pants, pressing the cloth outward. Come on, Gharen, said Willim, lets show them the records hall. Gharen rolled his eyes, and then smiled down at Peris as her hand moved away from him. Her breathing was heavy and erratic as he loosed her butt from his grip. They walked down the hall after Willim and Crissa. Peris was rather surprised at how easily this was working. Not the idea of their duplicity of coming into the guard house, but how easily she was coping with being touched in private ways and how very close she had come to returning a private touch herself. A tiny portion of her mind resented the interruption to her playing with the man, and she had to remind herself that they had a goal in mind. They went through another door and entered a large chamber lined with shelves stacked high with books and papers. Crissa immediately was reminded of the library in Marrats home. This place, however, lacked the sense of disciplined organization that the old wizards library possessed. Wow, she said, widening her eyes theatrically. Look at all those books. The younger guard regarded the tomes and stacks of documents. Aye, they store all the records for the duchy here, he said, proudly. Were underground and its very stoutly built in this part of the building. She looked at the bindings of some of the nearer books, brushing the spines with her fingertips. They store reports from crimes here? she asked. He blinked at her rather pointed question, but shook his head. No, those are kept in the inner chamber, at least until the case has been heard, he said, pointing toward a door to their right. You planning on becoming a barrister? he asked, grinning and reaching for her waist. She let him pull her to himself. No, she giggled, Im just fascinated by trials and punishment. She said punishment very slowly, raising her eyes to lock onto his own. I bet youve locked away some pretty bad men. The guard puffed up again, smiling at her and bringing her close to him. She felt his erection pressing against her pelvis. Well, yeah, we just brought in a murderer last night, in truth, he confided. A wizard, if youll believe it. Crissa gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. A wizard, you say? she asked. How do you keep him from just poofing away? Her hands flew wide, with splayed fingers as she said poofing. Weve a special cell, lined with lead and with binding circles worked into the floor and walls, said the Willim with a smile. Hes stuck there, even if he knows how to translocate himself. She smiled. Youve thought of everything, she said, as if he had designed the security of the prison himself. Her body formed against his, and his erection pressed even more firmly to her. She took hold of the back of his neck and pulled him down into a long kiss. A row over from Crissa and Willim, Peris and Gharen leaned against another shelf, the older guard kissing her feverishly and she responded with almost equal vigor. Inside her mind, she was shocked at how willingly she was going along with this activity. Was her libido truly so suppressed? His organ was pressing against her belly and she moved a hand down to rub against the side of the shaft. It felt warm, even through his pants. He smiled at the contact and moved one of his hands up beneath her loose halter top, squeezing one small lobe of breast. She groaned involuntarily at the pleasure this shot through her and her hand, of its own volition, gripped his cock through the cloth of his pants. She fluttered her eyes up at him after breaking their wet kiss. I must remain a virgin, I fear, she said. But I would please you, if you wish it. Gharen smiled at her. I can understand a girl wishing to retain their maidenhood, he said. In that, Peris now realized Crissas wisdom in culling off the younger buck herself. Young men were not known for great patience with lovers. This mature man would not pressure her nearly as much, if any. But how might you pleasure me otherwise? It was a leading question, just to get her to admit to the act she was about to commit. To name it. I could mouth you? she asked, squeezing his pole as she spoke. A rosy blush rose to her cheeks for uttering such a bold offer. He nodded. I would very much like that, said Gharen, unfastening his belt. She watched as the pants hung from her grip about his cock. If she released it, they would fall to the floor. With a deep inhalation of breath, she let him go and the pants fell. For the first time, she was regarding a mans organ at close range and erect. It looked ridiculously large and somewhat cumbersome. That fits inside a woman? she asked, reaching out and gently stroking her fingertips down the smooth sides of the shaft. It does, he said. Though it might not look like it. Are they all so large? asked Peris, moving to her knees and cupping his balls in one hand. I suppose so, said Gharen. Ive not gone about making a point of comparing. She giggled at him. I suppose not, she said, gripping the shaft at the base, her little and ring fingers being tickled by the tight knot of dense pubic hair. He groaned at the feeling of her soft skin on his pole and her warm breath moving over the head, which was only inches from her mouth. He looked down at her expectantly. Tell me what to do, she said, looking up at him. Im really new at this. She felt his organ twitch in her grip at that admission from her and a small amount of fluid slipped from the slot in the tip. Peris slid her thumb over it, rubbing the base of the thick cocks head. It was very slick, like her own juices, and she decided it must serve much the same function. Just stroke with that hand there, he said, pointing to her hand on his shaft, and take what you can into your mouth. She did as he said, rather amazed that she did so with such ease and comfort. His organ filled her mouth easily and it felt both soft and warm against her lips and roof of her mouth. More of the fluid slid out, she could tell, it was somewhat salty, but not terribly disagreeable. Her hand stroked the portion of his organ she could not take into her mouth. Gently suck on it, he said, and move your head back and forth until just the head is in your mouth. She followed his breathy instructions, smiling inwardly at the sudden change in his tone. Though it was her following instructions, she was the one in control right now. Peris pulled her mouth from his pole and smiled up at him. Am I doing well? she asked. He grinned down at her, nodding enthusiastically. The best, he said. She took him back in and decided to modify some motions and speed up a bit, he seemed to like it faster. Crissa was against the door to the inner vault of the records hall, her back pressed to it and her legs about Willims waist. His cock drove into her furiously and she groaned in pleasure. With ferocious effort, she was containing the waves of lust that wanted to burst forth from her and run amok over the area around her. That would not do, she knew, and the fear of that event kept her mind clear enough to maintain control. It also kept her from climaxing, which she did not appreciate. However, she was not here to gain pleasure, she was here to gain access to this room. She felt Willim tighten his grip on her waist and his legs stiffen, then heard him grunt into her neck as he bit down and climaxed. His seed warmly flowed into her and she cooed and stroked his sides as he slowed his frantic pace. Well done, guardsman, she sighed. You serve your people well when they need succor. Her long legs tightened about his waist as he tried to move back. Youre surely not done yet, she said, smiling at him broadly. A young strong buck like you must be able to give a girl more. He nodded and she released him with her legs, letting his organ slip from her. We need a table, he said. Come with me. He used a key to unlock the inner chambers door and led her to a long table in the middle of the wide vault. Papers lay strewn about it, though there was plenty of clear space. Crissa sat upon the table and reclined invitingly. Like so? she asked, laying down fully and moving her legs apart to hang over the edge of the polished wooden surface. She lifted the elven skirt upward until her sex was displayed, open and welcoming. Aye, he sighed moving up between her legs and lifting her knees to rest on his shoulders. Already, his cock was growing stiff again. Ah, Yes, grunted the older guard, Gharen, gripping Peris hair with both hands and holding her in place as he climaxed. Her mouth filled with semen and she was forced to swallow. It was like the other fluid, but more salty and thicker, almost like a gelatin. It felt warm as it went down, too, and rested in her belly warmly. Or was that just her imaginings? The flow tapered, then stopped and his hands relaxed. I did well? asked Peris, smiling up at him. He grunted something rather unintelligible and lifted her to her feet. She pressed eagerly to him, feeling very excited herself and they embraced for a moment and then kissed. We should check on our companions, said Gharen. Peris nodded and watched as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. They moved around the rows of shelves until they heard the sounds of passion nearby. Sounds as if theyre doing fine, said Peris with a smile. He nodded and walked to the doorway to the inner vault. Leave it to Willim to find a place to lie down, said Gharen, peering in. The younger girl looked in to see the younger soldier lying upon the table, with Crissa straddling him, rocking eagerly back and forth. The sight of the two bodies, eagerly engaging in lustful action made Peris slit very wet indeed. She cursed her need for chastity and wished it were not an issue. Crissa turned as the two stood in the doorway. Dont play coy, she said between forceful motions of her pelvis and round backside. Theres room for more on this table. Peris looked nervously at the table. You know I cant go that far, darling, she said to Crissa, giving her a shy smile. The tall woman nodded. I remember, she said, slipping off of Willims pole. It glistened with her fluids and stood upright like a flagpole. She kissed the prone man. Let my friend use her mouth on you, lover, and I will tend to the needs of your friend. No complaint issued from Willim as Peris walked nervously up to him. You dont mind? she asked the smiling guard. Mind? he asked. To be pleasured by two women in one night, whats to mind? She gripped his slick pole with her hand, feeling the wet fluids on it. Peris took it into her mouth. His organ was not as large as Gharens had been and she was able to take all but the last bit of it into her mouth and throat. She tasted the musky flavor of Crissa on it, and that sent an additional shiver down her spine. Crissa felt that wave of lustiness and flicked her gaze toward the younger girl for a moment. If such pleases her, she thought, I do not begrudge her that much. Gharen smiled and kissed her and the two moved to the edge of the table. He turned her about and she laid her upper body on the surface, presenting her backside to him, legs far apart. He bent his knees and smoothly drove his large pole into her. She cried out as he rammed it home and then grunted with each thrust. Peris was fascinated by the display of lustiness that Crissa was giving. She truly seemed to be enjoying the actions of the man giving his cock to her. When Crissas eyes locked gaze with Peris she realized that Crissa was enjoying it, completely. Willim groaned out as she drove her head down and she felt him bucking with his hips. One of his hands was moving over the back of her head. He came soon after, giving her his seed, as Gharen had. She felt satisfied, knowing that she had committed two acts of carnality and still kept her innocence intact. However, she was also warm enough between her long legs to bake cookies. Frustration was mounting in her loins and she thought she might willingly give her virginity to wear the satisfied expression Crissa now wore as she panted and laid her head upon the tables smooth top. The two men were, apparently, exhausted, both relaxing to an amazing degree and sitting in the padded chairs about the table. You ladies are amazing, said Willim, smiling tiredly. We will be talking about this for years, mark my word. Crissa giggled and slipped on her elven skirt. Does that mean you dont wish us to return? she asked. So you will have time to talk about it? Willims face shifted to alarm. Not at all! he exclaimed, sitting up, alert. Youre welcome to return whenever you like. Peris sat in Gharens lap. I hope you didnt mind my limited performance, she whispered. Not in the least, he said. I was honored to be your first for that. She smiled. Perhaps you will establish other firsts with me, at some point, she said, implying a promise far greater than she would offer. Willim was laying his head on the back of the chair, nearly asleep from his exertions and general fatigue. Peris caught a glint in Crissas eyes as the young guard started snoring. She felt Gharens hand slip from the small of her back and the mans head, resting on her shoulder, lolled limply as he, too, began breathing deeply and evenly. A quizzical look from Peris and Crissa nodded. Theyll be out for some time, she said as she started looking over the shelves and at the papers on the table. Peris managed to lay Gharen as Willim was posed and watched as he peacefully slumbered. You knocked them out? asked Peris. Crissa grinned. They were already almost there, I just gave them a nudge, she explained. Theyll not even suspect magic. Nice, said Peris. She watched the slumbering guard. Almost, now, I wish you had given me the lust you offered. Im so frustrated now I can barely think. Crissa giggled. I can fix that, too, but I dont recommend it, she said. Wenn had me reduce his libido once, and he couldnt get an erection for two weeks. A trying time for the both of us - Ah, here it is. She lifted a sheaf of papers and looked at them. They sat at the table and looked at the papers, handing them back and forth. Most of the document was simply an account of the supposed events of the day, which were, generally accurate, if somewhat skewed in viewpoint. However, there were several pieces of testimony toward the end that were VERY irregular. Whats this about having to be identified by his belongings? asked Crissa. It says that he was killed by fire, and his corpse was not recognizable, explained Peris. They used his jewelry and such to identify him. Its common practice, really. Crissa blinked. Damn, she said. Wenn knows fire magics, too. Dont all wizards? asked Peris. No, said Crissa, they have many areas they can specialize in, and fire is but one. Master Marrat cannot even summon a small flame. Interesting, said Peris. Look here, said Peris, holding out one piece of parchment. The witnesses to the murder are listed here. They poured over the list of names, there were only four of them. Theyre all part of that little clique you asked about, said Peris, except this lad. Crissa tapped the table with one finger. What about him? Peris shifted through the documents. Only one other person even in the park, a young man named Kenett, a commoner who only attends the Academy to study the elven studies offered there, she said. Does it say why he was in the park? asked Crissa. Apparently to stargaze, said Peris. I know him and hes an odd bird, said Peris, hes fascinated to the point of almost lunacy about elven things. Crissa sat up. Does it say where to find him? she asked. Yes, said Peris pointing to the parchment. He is said to be so distressed by the witnessing of it, hes in the asylum. What? asked Crissa. Hes gone a bit off his perch, said Peris. I told you, he was a bit off to begin with. Crissa looked over toward the two guards, Willim was stirring and she didnt dare use her abilities again. Okay, thats a start, she said, we can return if we need more. The two girls shoved the documents back onto the shelf and returned to sit innocently on the table, both of them watching the men. Wha, What happened? asked Willim. You must have worked yourself too hard trying to pleasure me, said Crissa, giggling. But my friend and I must be going, if you would show us out. We dont wish our parents be too cross with us. Willim nudged Gharen awake and they escorted the girls out of the guard building, smiling as they waved good bye. Idle promises of visitation were made, though even the guards were rather dubious that they would be kept. They simply counted their blessings this night and let it go at that. As the two girls disappeared into the darkened streets, Gharen turned to Willim. Imagine that, second time this week, he said. Aye, said Willim. I always though the night shift was dull.

Feldare Tales - Like Cats and Dogs - 3 of 3 by Mack the Knife Sharesh awoke early the next morning, and languidly stretched her way out of bed. She let Vannah sleep, the poor girl had worked hard last night, and the sheets would need changing as a result. She slipped into the large bathing room, and performed her morning ablutions. As she emerged from the bathroom, she saw movement under the door to the hall. Someone was outside her door. She smiled, thinking it was either a message or, better perhaps, the page. She silently padded to the door and pressed her ear to it. She heard soft breathing and the nervous footsteps of someone pacing. Did the page need a bit of encouragement, perhaps? She pondered, then decided action was always better than inaction, and opened the door. The page quite literally leaped into the air, and gave out a startled meep. Sharesh giggled at that, and opened the door far enough that he could see her entire body. She leaned on the edge of the door, caressing the knob with her tail. What has you outside my door at such an hour? She asked. He was visibly shaking, and he wrung his hands together. I...I thought...you want see me. He said, trying to give a smile, that came out more of a grimace of fear. She nodded slowly. Indeed, I did. She smiled her most disarming smile, the one without two inches of fang. Please, come in. She said, opening the door all the way. The lad stepped in quickly, but stopped just as soon as he was clear of the doors swing. He was staring at the bed, where Vannah was skill sleeping quietly. Her top half was uncovered and one leg was poking out of another part of the blanket. Dont worry, shes just very tired. The cat said into his ear, whispering. Besides, if she wakes up, shell probably just join in. She slipped her long arms around the boy, running one hand up his chest, and the other down his belly. He still shook nervously, so she stopped as she neared his manhood. Youre very afraid. She said, turning him around. Why? He looked at her. Have no woman before. He said, looking down at the floor, then tapped himself on the chest. Virgin. Little boy. Sharesh could not resist. She slowly cast her eyes down to the obvious bulge in his tight pants. Boy, perhaps. little, no. You look perfectly normal down there. She said, her eyes taking in his organ trying to stiffen in the constraining pants, the poor thing looked so pitiful all bound up like that. Truth be told, she was not overly impressed with his size, but she never let size daunt her, in either direction. He had more than enough, she grinned as she met his eyes again. She grabbed his hand in a fast cat-like move, causing him to inhale sharply. She moved it to her neck, letting him feel her soft fur, then down her shoulder to her chest, then placed it firmly onto her breast, and left it there. He nervously held it there a moment, perfectly still, then squeezed slightly. She sighed, probably a bit more than the sensation deserved, but young men needed encouragement. She was a professional after all. Cautiously, he brought his other hand up to the other breast, and she smiled at him, nodding slightly. He squeezed the other breast, more firmly, this time, and she sighed again, and did not have to exaggerate this one. She took a half step closer to him, so that he was not holding her breasts with arms sticking straight out from himself. He watched her nervously as she closed the space between the two of them. She said. You are wearing clothes, it is hardly fair. She looked at his shirt, pants, and shoes. He blinked a few times. I should take off? He asked quietly, still fondling her breasts tentatively. She nodded. What were going to be doing needs no clothes. She smiled wider, and let some fang show. He took his hands from her ample bosom and started to remove his shoes. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his arms. He was pretty well built, for a skinny man, she thought. Then he untied the laces at the front of his pants, and started to push them down, before he got them off his hips he stopped. Staring over Shareshs shoulder. The cat turned slowly to see Vannah smiling at her from the bed. You did not say we would have company this morning. She said, eyeing the boy. Good morning Tomas. She said to him. He gulped. Good morning Vannah. He said, his eyes very wide. He had a crush on Vannah, Sharesh saw it right away. It was this lads lucky day. Sharesh said. Yes, Tomas here will be joining me as breakfast. She said over her shoulder to the girl. Will you be dining with me? Vannah giggled and sat up, still naked. Of course. She said. I am your chambermaid, and this is your chamber. Tomas breath was very short now, coming in little gasps of air. The cat smiled at him. You are still wearing pants. Are you not going to let us see what we are to have this morning? He tried to smile again, giving that nervous grimace that he seemed to default to when pressed by wicked necessity. He nodded, and slowly pushed his pants down to his ankles and pulled them off. Sharesh reached out and boldly grabbed is shaft, already stiff as a metal rod and pulled him to the bed. As she sat on the edge, she gestured for Vannah to some sit by her. The girl quickly obliged and kissed the cats neck. Sharesh whispered into her ear. Young Tomas has a thing for you, you know? The girl whispered back. I know, he looks at me a lot when he sees me. Nodding, the cat girl stroked his swollen organ. I will take him first, so that when he takes you he will last longer. She said to Vannah. I wish you to enjoy it more. Vannah nodded and sat back a little. The lad looked very worried about what the two had said to each other, and they both looked up at him with predatory eyes. Vannahs hand came up and started massaging his testicles, while Shareshs hand kept stroking his penis. His eyes grew large at the sight of both girls handling his manhood. Then the cat leaned in and licked the side of his shaft, opening her hand slightly to get a long lick down the length. The girl joined her, and took the head in her mouth, at the same time. He gasped as the two worked on him together, Sharesh licking and touching, Vannah sucking and rolling his nuts around in her palm. He will not last long, thought Sharesh, but he is very young, he will be ready again in a few minutes. She whispered this to Vannah, who nodded with his cock still between her lips. He moaned as she took him deeply, all the way to his root, and the cat was obliged to move to his scrotum with her abrasive tongue. She started licking backward, and soon was behind his testicles, and nearing the tight pucker of his anus. As her tongue roughly dragged over his tight little hole, the girl inhaled sharply, and the cat started working to the front again. When she got back out to Vannahs pretty face, she was smiling, and licking her lips. Sharesh kissed her deeply, and tried to abscond with the semen still in her mouth. The two tongue wrestled with the salty stuff for a few moments, much to Tomas pleasure, and finally parted lips and looked at him. Youve better have more, young man. Sharesh said, looking up at him. Vannah handily translated quickly, and he smiled widely and nodded. Moment, only. He said. His organ already hardening again, with Vannahs tongue lapping at it. Sharesh smiled and kissed her way up his body to his neck, and started to kiss and bite it, and he moaned as she pierced his skin at the base of his neck to his shoulder, and lapped at his blood, gently. She did not draw much, just two tiny pricks, but enough to fire up her own blood. She grabbed his head, roughly in her hands, and used her claws to ensure he turned when she wanted him to. She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and rasping at his tongue and the roof. He moaned, and Vannah said. He is ready again, Mlady. Removing her mouth from his again erect pole. The cat pushed her away and down, forcing the girl to lie before him. She moved around and behind Tomas and kissed his neck as he looked down at Vannah lying spread open before him. Take her. She whispered into his ear softly. And ran her hand up the crack of his ass, and tickled her finger on his anus. He crawled up onto the bed, and laid between the girls legs. She lifted her knees and adjusted beneath him, smiling and putting her arms around his neck. Tomas, do you want me? She said in Eastron. He nodded, sweating already, despite the cool and the lack of him having actually done anything yet. Sharesh reached down and took hold of his shaft, then aimed for the two young people. Vannah said. Then do so. He pushed forward and slipped easily into her, she moaned as he went into her completely and pushed back up with her pelvis. Sharesh moved her hand back to his rump, and again started to finger at his anus. She extended the claw on that finger, and slipped its tip into the lad, to see his reaction. His cheeks spread apart as he shifted his legs to keep pushing into Vannah, but give the cat access to his anus. She pushed it all the way into him, and he grunted as her finger itself followed the opening claw. As said before, Sharesh has thick fingers, able to house substantial nails within a special fold of skin and cartilage. He groaned as the thick finger opened him like a young girl being taken by a lad. When he bucked away Vannah moaned as he drove aggressively into her. Sharesh smiled, this was fun, she decided, and pushed her finger deeper retracting the claw, which made the finger thicken noticeably, while removing the chance of hurting him with the razor sharp extension. He certainly noticed the thickening, pushing even harder into the girls accommodating vagina, and ribbing harder against her pelvis with his own, grinding her clitoris between them. As the cat began to push the finger in and out of his tight anus, he started pumping into Vannah at the same tempo, finally, they had it down, and Sharesh simply had to hold her hand steady, and the boy pushed into the girl, causing her finger to slide partially out of him, then when he pulled back, it shoved the finger into him to her third knuckle. Vannah asked. Your penis is pulsing, are you coming? He shook his head. It swells every time Miss Sharesh puts her finger in me, though I will come soon. He said, smiling. The girl felt around his ass with her hand, and felt where Shareshs finger was entering her lover. She smiled and rubbed a finger around the imbedded finger, tickling his stretched anus. She was gasping for air now, and getting close herself. Sharesh moved one hand down between both teens legs and wet it with Vannahs free-flowing juices. She slipped the finger down an inch or so and slipped it into the girls tight rectum, it went easily with the moist lubrication on the finger and flowing down the crack of her ass from the steady motion Tomas was providing. Impaling both kids on her fingers, she started to move them quickly inside them, and they both built to an orgasm quickly. She watched in fascination as the boy pounded into the girl, and the girl ground against him. She knew they felt her fingers, and that they were enjoying it, but mostly they were watching each other. Vannah started her climax first, but was still in the middle of it, moaning and pushing hard up against her lover, when Tomas had his, men come faster, Sharesh noted, and he was done before the girl was done, He tried to not slow down, but had to, by his own bodys design. The cat gently pulled her fingers free before either was fully down from the physical rush they had just experienced. The two kissed and petted each others heads and shoulders. Then the both looked to the cat. Shall I tell him to prepare for you, Mlady. Vannah asked her. I thought you were to take him first, so he would last longer. Sharesh shrugged. I got excited for you. She said, then grinned. Tell him to return tomorrow morning. She told the girl, who babbled something in Eastron, and the lad, still smiling, stood from the bed. He turned to Sharesh and said. I thank you, for pleasure, will be back tomorrow. He said, and started dressing. The sun was peering in their window. I must to working. He said, starting to dress faster. Sharesh and Vannah both helped him dress quickly, then they both took a turn kissing him firmly before he left. He had an incredible smile on his face as he went into the hall. The cat suspected he would wear it all day. As he jogged down the hall, Sharesh said to Vannah, I should go check on your cousin. She put on a dressing gown and headed for the Counts room. She knocked gently on the door. There was no response, after another knock and no response, she gently opened it. The Count was still lying beside the peacefully sleeping girl. She had a half smile on her plain face that made her much prettier. Sharesh sat on the couch and watched them sleep until shortly after that a firm knock came to the door, and the Count awoke, blinking he said Enter. In Eastron. The door opened and the butler came in with two pages bearing trays. She smiled at Tomas as he started at her appearance in the Counts chamber so soon after he had left her. The Count stroked the girls hair until she blearily opened her eyes, Mlord? She asked, then her eyes went wide as the huge platter of food was placed before her. The two ate as the butler and pages left quietly. Sharesh came over to the bed and sat at the foot. She put her hand on the girls ankle. Please ask her if she feels well? She said to the Count, he did so. The girl nodded happily and kept stuffing her face with sausage and biscuits. She swallowed, then said, in her language. Mlord is a fine lover. She smiled at him. I will not hesitate to come to him again. He blushed under the praise, and drank a large cup of water to mask his embarrassment. The girl put her hand on his arm. I am glad you were gentle with me, Mlord, thank you. She said, speaking Eastron, and kissed his shoulder. He nodded and took her hand and kissed it. It is me who should be thankful, you gave me something dear to you last night. He replied in that language also. He smiled. And that third time, I was not all that gentle. She giggled at that, and said. But I did not mind by that point. I was used to you. The two kissed again, and Sharesh smiled at them, then rose to go eat her own breakfast. I will return later. She said to the Count. And walked sultrily to the door. Ash she closed it, she saw him feeding the girl from his platter and her feeding him in the same manner. Something must have changed in this man, he was not only being gentle, he was being fun, and even romantic, in a fashion. As she padded the hall, she passed Tomas again, and winked at him. He smiled back and said. I not speak of us to people, Mlady He said. Talk about me all you want, but leave Vannah out of it, okay? She replied, kissing him on the cheek. He looked blank for a moment. I can speak of loving you? He said. But not Miss Vannah, Mlady? She nodded. Thats right, I am expected to bed everyone. But she is a good girl. She said and patted his ass to send him away. He took off at a jog again, headed for the servants stairs. She entered her room and Vannah was in the bath again. She shuddered and sat on the bed, nibbling on sausages and eggs. As she finished all the carnivorous dishes on the platter, Vannah entered the room, toweling off her hair. Will you be having me bathe you this morning, Miss Sharesh? Vannah asked, formally. The cat grinned and reclined beside the large breakfast tray. I think I will, actually. She said to the girl, stretching languidly and watching the young woman with her emerald eyes. I will save my toast and butter, then. Said Vannah smiling, and setting the tray on the night stand. --- After another wondrous grooming and lovemaking session, Sharesh was truly ready to face the day. It was almost noon when she finally returned to the Counts chambers. Good morrow, Mlord. She said, smiling brightly as he picked up papers off the table, and shoved them into a small attache case. He said. Well, hello again, Miss Sharesh. As if seeing her for the first time in months. She grinned at him. Has your new playmate gone home? She said, teasing him. She is home. He said, a bit wistfully. You do know, that I almost managed a full change our last time last night? She grinned. Then you did very well with her. She complimented. She seemed much happier than I imagine most girls youve opened. He nodded, and looked a little sad. I know. He agreed. I think I missed many opportunities to see wondrous things before my eyes, with each girl. She sighed. To think that I can, instead of causing them to cringe, cause them to bloom into lustful creatures who get very exciting indeed. He looked at her hard. I so look forward to seeing her again, and I mean her, not just a inexperienced girl, but that one, the one I have brought part way to full acceptance of me. I wish to complete that acceptance, and see the look on her face when she is eagerly taking the full measure of myself. Sharesh sat on the foot of the bed and nodded as he paced and spoke. He stopped. It is incredible how much more intense it is when they will meet your eye, and tell you that they want it. She said, grinning. He nodded enthusiastically. It is! He said. That little girl, just recently innocent, looked right at me, with no fear in her face and told me she wished me to take her a second time, then a third! He laughed. Then do you know what she asked me? He said, his face wide eyed and eager. She tilted her feline head and looked at him, and then said. What? She asked if I would be making a full shape change next time! He said. When I asked if she was worried about that, she said that she was simply curious, and actually hoped she could accommodate me when I did soon. He leaned close to the cats emerald eyes. I do so look forward to next time with that one. He sighed. Sharesh kissed his cheek. I hope it will be soon. She said. Well, enough of my romantic desires, back to my education, then. He said, clapping his hands loudly to clear his own mind. Sharesh looked at him and said. I think you are nearly done, Mlord. She said. You have learned to not hurt them, and I am now teaching you why you would wish to not do so. But I feel it was all so easy. He said. Things I could have done, but simply did not know to. She shrugged. Had you been properly brought up with girls about, you would have learned much of this before now. She said. But being in a military camp with a man who apparently only thought of sex as something the troops do to relieve tension didnt help. He smiled. I see that now. He said. I loved my people, but I was not loving to my people. He shook his head. I have to remember that they are all people, not things to sate my lust upon. He chuckled. If I do that, they will sate my lust for me, eagerly. His hands clenched into fists. I could kill my father for denying me that knowledge. Perhaps he did not know it himself. He may have been raised the same way. Sharesh said, playing devils advocate. Just see to it you do not. Even if you wish them to be men of arms, give them time to play with others, girls and boys, so they can see how they interact, and interact themselves with them. She looked at him hard. Do not leave them around all grown and dour men who think only of the battle. I will not, should I ever have sons. He said. Sharesh grinned widely. I think you will be having enough fun to ensure that occurring eventually. She said. Especially if you keep your women folk pleased at your coming to them. She rose from the bed. I will come again after nightfall, eat early. She informed him. At half an hour after darkness fell, she walked to the Counts chambers. Mlord, Vannah and I would walk with you in the country. A walk? He said, rising from his accustomed place to perform states work. Well, it is not a pupils place to question the instructors methods. He said, and rose from his seat. He saw Vannah standing in the doorway behind the cat girl. She, also was dressed for the cool evening outside. He put on his jacket from his own walk in closet, and they left the room. Outside, the two girls took up flanking positions on his, grabbing an arm each. He did not mind all this attention one bit. Vannah had one of the small lanterns from the groundskeepers shed which illuminated the path they were following. He hadnt trod this path in months, maybe even a couple of years. It led up and around a large hill that stood between the village and his manor. Finally, they came to the large patio that had been built by one of the manors former owners, there was a wide bench there, and a short wall. The village twinkled down below, some three miles distant. The two girls spoke to him at length about how nice a view it was and that he would like what he saw from here tonight. After an hour he was growing restless. Why am I here, Miss Sharesh? He asked. Down below half the towns lights were out. As a rule, the hard working folk of Vilkbin went to bed early. All but a few lights in the homes were out, and, of course, the two taverns the village hosted. Vannah looked over the wall and pointed. Look, there! She said, smiling broadly. Victor looked, squinting at what she pointed at. A candle in a window, or something like it. He said. What of it? He asked. The cat said. There are two more, there and there. She said, pointing to two other spots in the village where someone had set a candle to burn in the window. The Count sighed. And what of those, my lovlies? He asked, looking at the lights. Those, Mlord, Sharesh said, in her best teacher tones, are girls who are inviting you to their bed this very night. She said. He looked again. They are what? He said, squinting at the tiny flickers that marked a candle. As he watched another came to life in another window. We had Alexi tell some girls that if they would help with your lessons, they could invite you to come to them tonight by putting a candle in their window. Said Vannah. He looked back at the two girls. Those are girls asking me to come to them? He said, incredulously. Sharesh nodded. It was Vannahs idea, actually, and I thought it a good one. She smiled. I was led to understand that you often prowled into town alone to tryst. He nodded. Indeed, I do, often, most nights, actually. He said. Then looked again. Only four? He asked, looking a bit crestfallen. Vannah kissed his cheek. Do not despair, Mlord. Many of the women do not yet know of your new ways, as word spreads, I assure you, you will see more lights. He chuckled. What am I to do? He asked. The cat pointed at the lights. I suggest you get on your horse and go find those girls. She said. And be nice, one of them is Triska. He smiled broadly. Which? He asked. I suppose you may have to visit them all to find out, wont you. Sharesh said, giggling. He laughed. Do not think I will not. He said, and took their hands. Let me take you back to the manor, my good ladies, I have...business...to attend. They walked back, and the two girls noted they were making very good time. Once back at the manor, he deposited them inside the foyer and called Alexi for his horse to be saddled. Alexi bowed low. Mlord, I took the liberty of having your finest saddled already, at Miss Shareshs request. He said. Good, good. He said, almost quivering with excitement. Well, then I bid you ladies good evening, do not wait up, I may be a while. He said, and went back outside. The two giggled as they heard the sound of hooves clattering across the cobbles of the manors courtyard, then the dull thud of them on the road beyond. I think the Count well pleased with this new development. Said Vannah. I only hope your training stays with him. She looked almost worried. Sharesh said. I do as well. --- The next morning, Vannah and Sharesh had finished breakfast when a page knocked on the door, relaying that Tomas had been called into town by Alexi and would not be able to make it this morning. He eyed Sharesh openly, and she said thank you and gently closed the door. I hate being expected to do something. She said to the giggling Vannah. Which pains me, he was very cute. She added. She sulked to the bed. You must comfort me for an hour or two. She said, embracing the young woman. --- After the two girls had thoroughly gotten each other worked up, but not to orgasm, Vannah went to her normal duties for a while, so as to not incur the wrath of the headmaid. Sharesh wanted to check on her Count. She padded around the hall to his room. She gently knocked. Come in. She heard the count call. She walked in, smiling brightly, and saw the Count lying and holding Triska in one arm, she was cuddled up to him and smiling at the cat-girl. Well, She said, grinning, I see you found her. He shrugged She was only the third, I was fortunate in my search. He said, grinning. Sharesh eyed him suspiciously. I hope you left good memories with the other girls you had to work your way through first? He smiled even broader. Of that I am almost certain. He said, then chuckled. One of them requested I be rough with her, she said she had always enjoyed my company, even before. He laughed, and Triska smiled at him. The cat raised an eyebrow. And the other? She asked. A very nice lady of some years, but far from old. He said. A widow I had never been with before. Very accommodating. He said, his eyes distant with memories being examined. Triska bit his ear. Remember me? She said, and then giggled. I suppose if I am to seek your company, jealousy must not be a part of it. She sighed. He nodded. It cannot, my lover, though I am more than certain you will always be a very foremost favorite. He said. Then his face got serious. And, I do not want you pining for me when I am not coming. You are ordered by your lord to go about your life in my absence. Court young men, and enjoy your life. She smiled and said. By your command, Mlord. And kissed his earlobe. And should you grace a lad with your company, please remember to not light a candle upon that night, else in my haste to experience your wondrous charms, I may accidentally probe the poor lad in a way most unexpected. He said, and laughed along with the two women in the room. That night, the girls again escorted him to the lookout point, and they gazed down into the village. There were twelve candles burning in windows this night, and the Count gasped. Even I cannot provide for that many in one night. He said, smiling. Sharesh put her hand on his arm. They do not expect you to, they just want you to know you can come to them, and they will welcome you. He looked again. That is astounding, think you there will be more tomorrow? He asked. Vannah giggled, then said, Yes, Mlord. She looked at him. If you go forth and make love to them as you have Triska and I, you will see more candles by the day. What of those with no candles in theirs? He asked, his face a bit curious. Sharesh said. With more than you can service already asking you to come to them, why should you bother those who either do not know of the new way or do not wish you to come to them this night, or in some, any? He nodded. You are correct, of course. He said. I should not bother those not seeking me, perhaps they have other plans. He chuckled. He led the two back to the manor and left off on his horse again, riding into town for his nights pleasures. After he left, Vannah sat on Shareshs bed and asked her. What will happen when you leave? She said. To me, I mean. What would happen? The cat girl asked, worried at the sad look on her new friends face. Vannah looked at her. Before I did not know I could love a woman, and now, I do not know if I can do without the love of a particular woman. She touched Shareshs tail as it twitched of its own accord. The cat girl stroked the pretty maids hand. All I can say now is that you should not worry overmuch about it now. She said, remembering the Counts request that she stay still on the matter. But I have given it thought. She added and kissed the girl on the cheek. Vannah smiled. I will leave it be then, Mlady. She said, quietly, but still looked a little worried. Sharesh comforted her by hugging her close and kissing her cheek then just held her and rocked her until the younger girl was humming along with her purr. --- Several days passed, with more and more candles lit every night, as girls and women shared word of their Counts new ways. He returned home every night with one girl or another and spent the night with the young lady or in some cases, mature women, and even one who was nearing sixty, whom he said had made a very good case for her need. The girls walked with him almost a week later, and they went to the lookout at eleven. As they gazed over the sleeping village, Sharesh said. By the One, it looks like a lake reflecting the stars! Then giggled at the look of utter dismay on Victors face. He slowly worked around to a smile and said. I worry now that I may not be doing enough. The girls giggled behind him and he turned to face them. Vannah and Sharesh had burning candles in their hands. He grinned widely. Mind if I take two deer with one arrow? He asked. The two girls looked at each other, the cats large emerald eyes, and the girls beautiful brown eyes regarded each other and then shrugged in unison, then looked back at him. By your command, Mlord. They said at the same time, both having to fight back giggles. Then they shed their overcoats, and were unclad beneath. Victor inhaled deeply, and walked toward the two lovely creatures before him. You would deny a girl in town my services this night? He asked, smiling as he touched both on the cheek gently. Vannah said. I would, Mlord. Sharesh said. Only a lot, Mlord. They both moved to him and started undressing him, Vannah unbuttoning his shirt while Sharesh removed his boots. They fought for honors of his pants playfully, with Sharesh taking the honors by right of claw. As she lowered the pants down his thighs, however, Vannah launched a sneak attack and engulfed his already hard member in her lips. The cat-girl said. Foul! And wrestled the girl for possession of his manhood, it switched loyalties repeatedly, one moment the cats tongue caressed it, the next the womans soft lips surrounded it. He sat on the wide bench and enjoyed the show of feminine aggressiveness. The two women finally came to a truce, and just in time. Vannah settled to engulfing his head and part of the shaft while Sharesh lapped at the remaining shaft and his swollen testicles. Sharesh finally had enough of pleasuring someone else, and laid herself upon the cold stones of the bench beside him. She urged him gently with her eyes to do something with what was being presented by her spread legs. Victor happily obliged, laying over slowly so as to not dislodge unfortunate Miss Vannah from her task. He started lapping at the cat gently, tasting her and starting her juices flowing and her throat to purring. As he laid flat, he felt the young woman change positions, and when he glanced down, she was mounting him, impaling herself on his long, thick organ. She groaned as he found her depth, and then started to gently rock on his pelvis, grinding hers against it. Sharesh grabbed his head and demanded attention. He was so enjoying himself that he failed to change for a long while, then realized that he could do this better in the beast man form. He slowly shifted, and the girl on his organ groaned loudly as it extended within her. The cat-girls purrs turned into throaty growls as his tongue elongated and filled her opening. His heightened senses could taste and smell her scent within her as he lapped at her juices, and he could vaguely smell Vannahs distinct odor, as well. The combined scent was very appealing and he dove into Shareshs vagina with a hunger, nibbling at the lips and pressing his wet nose to the clitoris and sniffing with it. She began to tense up in what he now new was prelude to orgasm. Vannah was riding him like he was a prize pony now, bouncing on his massive pole as if it were just a toy, her body shivered as the stiff fur of his flanks rubbed against her sensitive thighs. Her face was a mask of pure bliss, her eyes shut gently and her mouth open slightly and the little moans that escaped her lips with each downward push. The girls could barely reach one another over his long body now, but they managed, and began kissing passionately as they neared their orgasms. Sharesh came first, caterwauling at the stars overhead and in the valley below, her legs tensing and her arms locking Vannah in place until she was done. Vannah came a minute later, driving Victors massive organ deeply into her with a final and demanding grunt and twitch of her pelvis. Sharesh ran her hands down beneath Vannahs pelvis and touched his swollen rod with her claw, ever so gently, finally giving him the push he needed to cross the line, and he howled in pleasure as he unloaded his swollen balls into Vannahs welcoming vagina. The girl milked him with her groin for almost a minute before she decided he was done, and felt his knot shrinking. The three laid on the stones, touching one another and enjoying the warmth of each others bodies. Finally, though, as he shifted back to a man form, they started to feel the chill of the cold Eastron nights. They dressed and returned to the mansion, speaking as they walked. I will be leaving on the morrow, Mlord. Said Sharesh. He smiled. I knew it would be soon. He said, kissing her palm. Vannah was walking slightly behind them, looking rather dejected. Youve not told her? He asked the cat-girl. She said. You asked me to not do so. She looked at him. Please tell her now, she is very worried. He smiled and nodded. Vannah, come here. Vannah moved forward and put on a hesitant smile. Yes, Mlord? She asked, her eyes downcast. Vannah, your service had been exemplary up to now, but I feel that you may have biased loyalties now and I think I will have to release you from service in my home. He said, sounding very stern. I simply cannot trust you to serve me faithfully anymore, I am sorry. He said, patting her arm in sympathy. She looked at him as if struck by the back of his hand. Mlord? Have I displeased you? I did not mean to. Please do not... He shushed her with a wave of his hand. No, begging will not behoove you, my mind is cast in stone on this matter, you must go form my service. She was almost in tears, and he decided his game had played to its fullest now. For you cannot stay in my home and be a free woman of Ghant aside your lover and friend, Sharesh. He said smiling at her. I offer you fee and freedom, if you will have it. She gasped. Mlord? She asked her eyes wide. You are serious? He held out a piece of rolled parchment from his pocket, it had a seal in the corner of his household. I have been carrying this over a week, it is your fee, take it, and know freedom. She took the parchment in trembling fingers and unrolled it, looking at the ornate script that she could not read, but recognizing the Counts seal in the corner and the larger seal of the Kingdom in the other corner. Mlord, I am honored beyond words. He smiled. Then save them. He looked at her. I would have your smile as payment, though. She grinned hugely at him and then hugged him so fiercely that he actually made a small whimpering noise as his ribs compacted within her arms. --- The two ladies said their farewells the next morning, even consoling with poor Tomas who had been sent out of town and only just today got back. He was near to tears, but they made it up to him in a quick fashion, if not totally satisfactory. Shareshs coach arrived at the manor, a fine black construction as ornate as most nobles and finer than some. As the two girls climbed in, Vannah gasped to find someone within. It was a halfling with brown hair and eyes, and wearing very fine clothes. He was a handsome little man, and had a very charming smile. The cat-girl introduced him. This is Aldo Undertoe. She said. My manager. The halfling nodded at the girl and said. A pleasure to meet you, Mlady. You will be traveling with us? He asked, seeming a bit too hopeful. She looked a bit nervously at the little man, never having seen a halfling before. Yes, I am going with Miss Sharesh. She answered giving him a tentative smile. He nodded. Very good, then, I look forward to making your acquaintance. He said, smiling broadly. The coach started moving. We have been asked to meet with the man who hired you, he seems upset for some reason. I thought you should speak with him and try to provide insight. He said to Sharesh. She nodded. Of course, Aldo. She replied. And how is Hanna doing these days? She is well. He replied. She is roaming the Windy Isles lately, and seems quite enamored of them. They engaged in some small talk as they rolled down the hills and into town. They stopped in front of one of the inns. The three stepped out of the carriage and went inside. There were three men there, all wearing what appeared to be clerical robes of the Gray Order of the Church of the One. Sharesh raised an eyebrow at Aldo, and he nodded in return. She walked up to the men. Sharesh gave the proper formal bow one gives to a clergyman, then rose and said. I understand there is a dissatisfaction with my services? The eldest of them said. Indeed there is! You were hired to kill that bastard son of a wolf! You were not hired to bed him and teach him the arts of lovemaking! Now the women of the village are acting as wanton whores! Sharesh took a half-step back from them as he railed on her. Then she twitched her neck and took a step forward when he had finished. She looked the man up and down, then said. I am not an assassin, I am a problem-solver. If you wanted an assassin, there are reputed to be guilds full of them in Ghant, why did you come to me? We thought because of your unique abilities, you would be at an advantage to eliminate that demon spawn of a Count. He spit on the floor. Now we cannot touch him without fear of the women of the village turning on us and ripping us apart! She sighed. Im sorry, gentlemen, I cannot help you. She smiled sweetly. Perhaps you should have chosen to word your contract more carefully. Aldo, exactly what did the contract say? The halfling cleared his throat and said. You are to remove the threat to the well-being of the women of Vilkbin. Namely the forceful use and injury by sexual assault, at the hands of their Count, Victor Rosherko. Then he stopped, looking at himself in the reflection on the glass window of the coachs door. You were meant to kill him! Said one of the younger clerics. She bowed up to him, and bared her fangs. It does not say kill anywhere on my contract. I have never taken a contract with kill in its wording or any other form of the word. She turned from them. I am not an assassin. The other younger cleric murmured to the first two. You hire a whore to do a mans work, and what do you expect? He sneered. She turned to them. I would rather, any day, be a whore than a traitorous scum that tries to have their ruler killed due to some political dispute over some land! She screamed. Dont look surprised, you simpering sacks of excrement! She was in full form now, and Aldo patted Vannahs hand. I know all about how you wanted the lands his manor sits upon and how you planned to use his death to make a play for them. Well, hes not dead, and probably wont be for a long while, well after he sires a successor with the women of this village. She shrugged. Perhaps the next person you hire, you will tell what your real intentions are, and not try to play on their sense of fairness to get the results you want. Especially when the results are anything but fair. We will have you killed! Said the old cleric frothing at the mouth. He gasped as the cat disappeared and reappeared right in front of him, with her claws at his throat. If you try such a thing, be sure of your success, for if your assassin for me fails, you will have breathed your last, and your consort, and her children, and your brothers, as well. I will kill anyone that I can track down who shares blood with you, you sorry excuse for a holy man! She shrugged. You are not the first man of some paltry power that has threatened me, and will not be the last. She started back for the coach, leaving four tiny red dots welling on his neck. I would suggest you get used to being ruled over by the most sought after lover in all the Eastern Realms. She glanced back over her shoulder. And pray I keep your intentions secret from him. She giggled. I daresay an irate werewolf could probably kill you almost as fast as I can. She was almost in the cabin when she said out the cracked door. If youre ever in Ghant, look me up. Ill give you a go for a discount, just to show no hard feelings, only twenty marks. You unrepentant whore, bastard freak of a cat demon! Shouted the old one, still frothing in impotence and rage. She opened the door wider and looked at him. Twenty-five if you wish to talk dirty to me. Then the door shut and the coach rolled away. --- Epilogue Aldo opened the fifth letter this month from the Eastern Realms. Seems several towns still have Werewolf overlords, and some of them have a problem with their women being hurt. He doubled her fees for this service, then doubled them again, and still the requests kept coming in. Vannah was her permanent assistant on these projects, retained at some unreal stipend. Aldos managerial cut was enough to retire upon. Representatives from two counties and one duchy were scheduled to meet with Aldo within the next two weeks. Poor Sharesh was in hiding for a month at least, declaring herself out of service until further notice. He hated relaying those messages, but the diplomats insisted that they be allowed to put down the required deposits before the rates went up again, and would wait for her availability at her leisure. He was not even sure where they had gotten off to, Sharesh and Vannah had been last seen near Morrovale, in the Western Realms, and were headed toward Windir, to win right to pass through the elven lands. He had no doubt they somehow got the permission. --- On the soft beach sand, Sharesh reclined watching Vannah run nude across the shallow waters, splashing and laughing and being chased by an elven lad, who could not have been over seventy. He stopped and gestured at her and a small dust devil formed at her feet and held her in place and he leisurely picked her out of it at a walk, her giggling the whole time. She smiled at the sight and watched as the two laughed and cuddled in the water. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth. Emdoil, the lad in the waters younger brother dropped a small cube of sushi onto her extended tongue off the plate he held in the other hand. He smiled down at her as she purred at him. You are so cute. She said and touched his bare chest with her claws. Have you ever let a cat lick blood off your chest? His eyes registered a bit of trepidation, but then he looked over her long furred body and said. No, but I am willing to learn, Mlady.

Feldare Tales - Oathtaker - by Mack the Knife The sun blazed hot down on the pair of horses riding the path between the high pines. The lead horse was ridden by a man. A tall, skinny man wearing very expensive-looking clothes, and some equally expensive jewelry. His face was unlined, and he was perhaps thirty. He had a rather thin face, and a nose that would be called aquiline by the generous, or simply beakie by the crude. His eyes were alert and shined despite their almost black coloration. His brown hair was cropped close to his skull and laid in oiled down ringlets. He was obviously a man of means. The second horse, following the first, was ridden by a girl, or a young woman, looking to be about twenty years of age. She had a reasonably pretty face, if somewhat large-featured, and large expressive blue eyes. Her hair was golden blonde on the surface with a layer of darker almost brown underneath. It was worn loose, and flowed to just past her shoulders. Her body was fairly long, and not lightly built, though far from heavy. She was fit, and trim in her fashion, she was simply not petite. She had reasonably sized breasts, that filled her peasants blouse out well enough, and what could be seen of her legs from beneath her knee-length skirt were agreeably shapely. As his garb was expensive, hers was obviously home-made. Even her shoes consisted of leather rectangles with cloth sewn to the upper surface. Her skin was bright pink from the scrubbing she had been given that morning with lye soap and a hard brush. They had wanted her very clean for the landlord. He was Lord Darvid Vichenso the Third, and he owned her familys farm and the lands they tilled. The last three years had been unkind to them, and they had several crops fail them, rather oddly, too, as the weather had been good, and few other farmers nearby had suffered such losses. But they were a good, solid family, and kept their business. When Lord Vichenso came to them demanding his rent and the back rent, they had nothing to give. He then said. I will take your daughters service in my home, then. As payment for current rents due, and you will only have to come up with the back rent by next year. He sneered at the poor family. If Sylva will grant her promise to serve me well. Sylva had done so. I will serve you, then, to save my family from eviction. I will do as you ask. I swear it. She had said. Now it had come to this. She was riding behind him. No sooner had they left the farmstead and begun the half day journey to his country estates, than he had informed her that her duties, per her promise would include rather personal services to him. You have sworn to serve me as I ask, and I will hold you to that. Your family will have a place to live, so long as I am pleased with the services you provide in the home, and in my bedroom. She had cringed at that, she was a maiden, and had never known even the touch of a mans hands. She did not relish the idea of giving this greasy little man her maidenhood, but had no choice. If her family was evicted, they could well starve, or fall victim to some of the truly horrid fates that befell the homeless, like being rounded up by slavers or simply slain for their meager possessions. She had sworn her oath, knowing full well what it might entail. Her mother had told her that much. Her mother was not pleased at the idea, nor was her father, but they had little choice, they did have four other children to protect, and being the kept woman of a noble was not bound to be quite so terrible. She watched the rump of his horse bob gently as she swayed in her sidesaddle position on the horse he had brought for her. Her expressive eyes were wet with unshed tears and she knew that in a few hours, that scrawny man would be on top of her, deflowering her in a few moments, then spending himself and then falling asleep. She cringed again. Then she sat upright. Her oath bound her, and she would never break it. He looked back and winked at her, smiling. She forced a smile onto her face, and returned the wink. She thought that this fool actually believed she was enjoying this. As soon as he turned back around, she stuck out her tongue at him. We will be at my manor ere nightfall. He said over his shoulder. Your household duties will begin on the morrow. Then he leered back at her. Your other duties will begin a hour or two after we arrive. He winked again. By the One, she wanted to just leap on him and claw his eyes out. But no, she would not do that. I look forward to learning my duties. She said, hating each word she uttered and piling all the syrup she could muster into them to make them stick. He chuckled at that, as he had made a clever witticism. Then clucked to his horse to pick up the pace a bit. Her own horse, being normally a pack horse, followed the lead horse obediently. Just like herself, she thought, follow obediently. As they rode near a particularly dense clump of small pines, she thought she saw something move in the trees. Sir. She said. There is somethin... Her words were cut off by a shape emerging from the foliage. It was nine feet tall, and looked as a man, but more crudely chiseled. It leapt from the trees and hurled a stone at the lead horse. The stone struck the horses head and it collapsed as its brains coated the mans fine jacket. He screamed like a woman as the horse collapsed under him, and it rolled to its side, pinning his puny leg beneath its body. Sylvas horse whinnied but did not quite run, it simply shied away from the looming form that approached them. She dismounted in an ungainly fashion, being unpracticed with horses, and moved back from the humanoid. It regarded her and the man. Dear Lord. Darvid said, still squealing in a high-pitched voice. Please, stop him. He said. Who stop what? Sylva thought. Then she thought quickly. Release me and call my familys debts void. She said picking up a large stick off the ground. The big humanoid loomed over his fallen horse and it reached down toward the man. It is done, I release you and your debts are voided, now kill it! He screamed. She charged at the creature with her makeshift club, as she neared it, she cocked back the heavy wooden pole and swung with all her might. The creature simply reached out a hand and caught it in one massive palm. The shock of its sudden stop almost threw her to the ground. She looked up, standing only about two feet from it and figured that it was time for her to die. It turned to face her, its huge head swinging toward her. Its eyes were massive and brown. It stood back up, yanking the stick from her grip and hurling it off into the trees, where it made a terrific racket. It regarded her some more, punctuated by the yammering of Darvid. You try hit me. It said, in understandable, if debased, Ghantian. It cocked back one of its great fists and prepared to drive her into the ground like a blonde headed fence post. She held up her hands and screamed. Wait! It stopped a moment. It had never been asked to wait before, so it was curious what it was to wait for. He looked at her with those big dumb eyes. What me wait for? He said, his head tilting. I will make you a deal. She said. Trying to think quickly. No deal! It said. Humans lie Tok, humans hurt Tok! He said, pointing at large scars on his ribs. She said. Im not like them, I keep my word. She said, and pointed to the fallen nobleman. Ask him. The great head rotated around and over Darvid and looked down. She keep word? He asked. Y...yes...yes, she keep word. Darvid stammered out in a voice both quavery and squeaky. Tok turned back to face her. O K. You keep word, what deal? He asked, eyeing her dubiously. If you dont kill me, and let that man go, She pointed at Darvid, I will stay with you. Tok looked askance at her. You be wife? He asked. Good wife? She nodded. Yes, I will be a good wife. If you will be a good husband. She looked at Darvid, and launched a quick imploring look at him. He nodded minutely in return. He held out his hand, as if to shake hers. Swear it. He said. She winced and took his massive hand. He smelled of old sweat, and grease, and outhouse stench. I swear it. She said, trying to force a smile. Tok looked down and said. Deal, then. He then turned to his right and spit a huge wad of fleghm onto the ground. Sylva tried to copy him, but achieved only marginal success. She was scared and repulsed, and worried. The ogre looked down at Darvid, and reached toward him. The nobleman squealed again, and cringed back. But Tok simply lifted the horse off of him and hefted it like a large sack of potatoes in both arms. Me keep horse meat. He said. Then chuckled. No good to you now, anyway. His chuckle was like the sound of two large stones being ground against each other. He turned toward the wood. Go first...wife. He said nodding toward the treeline. She cast another look over her shoulder toward Darvid and he caught her eye, and nodded again, then mouthed Two days. She minutely nodded and then proceeded Tok into the woods. As they walked Tok said. You very pretty girl. She looked back and again forced a smile at him. Thank you, youre very strong. She said, truthfully. Yeah, me strongest ogre in wood. He said proudly. Me wife die last winter, want new one, now have new one, and she pretty. She walked onward, with him giving her directions on when to turn and how much. Finally, they came to a cave mouth. Me house. He said, chuckling. Best cave in wood. He pointed out. She proceeded him again, and recoiled at the stench within. He dropped the horse carcass on the ground and uncovered a small fire under a leather hood. He then lit a torch with it and set it into a wall sconce. The cave was maybe thirty feet deep and the same wide, almost round. It was just one large room, with a crude hole bashed into the roof to let light in and smoke out. She looked at the room, it was furnished mainly with a huge pile of half-cured pelts and some rather tatty-looking blankets. As she looked, the saddle blanket from the riding horse was added to the pile. Most of the smell came from that particular pile. There were several barrels against the far wall, and she would find out later what they contained, if anything. There was also a crudely built table and chairs, quite large. Me house. He said, his chest again filling with pride. She looked around appraisingly, then said. Its very nice. But needs cleaning. Tok regarded her. You wife, clean you job. He chuckled. She shrugged, she had planned on cleaning in her other job, too, at least Toks house was not quite so large as Darvids manor. She began to do just that. She pulled each pelt out of the house and laid it out on the ground outside the cave. She asked Tok if he had a knife. What want knife for? He asked suspiciously. She said. To scrape those pelts, you didnt do a very good job of it and they stink mightily. He nodded slowly, but kept an eye on her after he handed her a small fighting blade. It would serve, though a good skinning knife would have been better. She set to it, scraping the skins one by one. As the light failed, she had finished almost half of them, and moved them back into the cave. She heaped them in a pile. The reek in the cave was almost halved now. She could at least breath deeply without being on the verge of throwing up. Tok stood from his chair, and took the knife, placing it on a high shelf, far from her reach. He turned back to her. We fuck now. He said, reaching for his loincloth. She panicked and said the only thing that came to mind. WE WHAT!!! She screamed, as if she were deeply offended. Her face reddened with rage. The ogre stepped back, looking confused and afraid for a moment. Me want fuck wife. He said. She railed on him. A good husband does NOT FUCK his wife, he MAKES LOVE to her! She hollered at the top of her lungs. Tok gave back again. You will NOT FUCK me this night, as you are obviously a very BAD HUSBAND! The nine foot tall, six hundred pound humanoid was backed to the wall, by the five-foot eight, hundred and forty pound girl. You will apologize to me and you will go to bed and I will sleep over here, by the table. Tok stood for a long moment, his face a total blank. Then shuffled to his pile of furs and blankets, then laid down, looking at her. She huffed at him with totally manufactured hostility and went over near him and dragged one blanket, the horse blanket from today out of the pile. She laid it under the table, she then covered the little fire and went to her bed. --- In the morning Tok was up and awake before her, he was sitting at the cave entrance, scraping the skins that were still outside the cave with the fighting knife. He was not doing a half bad job of it. As she approached him, he looked over at her. Sitting, he was almost the same height. He held up the newly scraped skin, smiling broadly with his crooked teeth. Me fix skins, want you lie in bed tonight, so me make it not stink. She looked on as he continued. She followed behind him with a second knife after he fetched it down for her, and finished each skin to her satisfaction. Between them, the skins were done in a couple of hours. She then stood and massaged the small of her back. She walked to the back of the cave. The barrels, she found, were full of brandy. She figured they might be useful, it was potent enough to be flammable. She might be able to burn this brute out and escape. The idea of trying terrified her though. He was so damn powerful, he might kill her with a single swat. She had thought of trying to slip off last night, but whenever she moved, he seemed to come awake. His senses were fantastic, she decided, or he slept incredibly lightly. She had little doubt that those five foot legs could outrun her handily, as well. So, she bided her time. Darvid had said two days. So she would hold out until tomorrow, or the next morning. In the meantime, she meant to make the best of her home. She had Tok carry all the blankets to the nearest water, and he guided her to a stream. Why wash blanket? He asked her. Because, She said patiently. Good husbands dont let their wives sleep in filthy blankets and skins. She showed him her arm. We are delicate, and if we get too much dirt on us, it hurts. Tok nodded, and sat on the shore with her and they pounded and wrung the blankets all out, they were fairly clean when they were done. She stretched, it was a little after noon. He helped her hang the blankets on tree branches to dry and they went back to the cave. She had him beat out the skins against the wall of the cliff next to the cave mouth, and he did so, whistling as he did it. The cave now smelled pretty decently. She crafted herself a twig broom, and swept out the detritus from the cave. Me no want dig hole. He complained. Why want? We need a place for trash, and to go to the toilet. She said, looking at him. A good husband does not pee on the wall of the cave, there will be no more of that. She said, shaking a finger at him. And I found turds on the floor. No more of that either. He flinched when she said turds, and silently went to work with a old shovel head, digging a hole. She swept the pile of stuff into the hole and then said. Now you poop and pee in this hole, you hear? Me hear. He said, sullenly. The sky was growing dark, and she knew what would be coming next. After they ate a horse-meat stew she cooked and he butchered the remaining horse meat. She washed out the bowls in a small tub. He watched her with interest. You clean bowl too? He said. You very clean. He smiled. Me like. She finished and turned to face him. Im glad you like it. She said. He stood up and pointed at their newly cleaned and dusted bed. We go f...make love now? He asked. His face hopeful. No. She said. Crossing her arms. He said. Why no make love? His eyes imploring now. You are filthy. She said. A good husband cleans himself before coming to his wife to make love. She added. And I washed only yesterday morning. When was your last bath? Toks expression got angry. Me do things you want, me being good husband, me want make love now! No. She said sternly. You will clean yourself tomorrow morning, then tomorrow night, we will make love. She saw the look of belligerence in his sallow face. Do not say anything. She said. I promised to be a good wife to a good husband. She said. I will, too, but you will be a good husband first. She looked at him. You stink of piss and shit, and you have dirt everywhere. She made a sour face. If you want to make love to me, you will clean up so I can hold you and touch you and kiss you. His face slowly changed to one of resignation and he crept over to the bed. He asked. You sleep in bed, then? She nodded. She had to give him something. I will sleep in the bed. She crawled onto the huge pile of skins and blankets, and pulled one over herself. He did stink, but not horribly so. Or maybe her nose was becoming adjusted to the smell. She was tired from a long day of work, and she fell asleep quickly. --- When she awoke, she saw Tok sitting in the doorway, looking glumly at the outside. Whats wrong, Tok? She asked him. He looked up at her. You want me take bath. He said. Me not know how. He looked down morosely. Never take bath before. She smiled at the pained expression on his face. She had to confess, this brute was trying very hard. I will show you how. She said, smiling at him. Do you have soap? He shook his head. No know what soap is. He said. She looked around then found a hard bristle brush among the piles of implements and items in the back area. She said We will make do without it then. The two walked down to the stream, and she made him sit in it, then she had him remove his loincloth. She took off her dress, wearing now only a body stocking of loose cotton. She splashed water on him and then began to scrub with the brush. It took both hands to finally break the dirt loose and begin to find tanned pink skin beneath. As she scrubbed his back, he said That feel good. Me like bath. She worked on his huge arms, and even his pits which took quite a lot of work. Then she started cleaning his chest and belly, as her ministrations got to the lover portion of his huge, muscular torso, she noticed something poking out of the water. She looked down and realized it was his manhood, she gasped, and stepped back. What wrong? He said, looking around in the water for a snake or other creature that would frighten her. She regained her composure and went back to work, now on his feet. It was nothing, I thought I saw something, but was wrong. He seemed satisfied and just sat there and enjoyed the scrubbing. When she got to the top of his thighs, she realized she would have to soon face it anyway. She swallowed hard and reached down into the water, her hand found his organ and she grabbed it. Even with her largish hands she could not quite get her fingers around the huge thing. She scrubbed it gently with the brush in the other hand. Finally pronouncing it clean after he had achieved quite a impressive erection and was smiling like an idiot. She ordered him to flip over and he did so, holding his head out of the water with his hands as she scrubbed the backs of his legs then his massive buttocks. She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth and told him to spread his cheeks, then scrubbed out that unmentionable place, too, finally, when the water stopped changing colors, she saw nothing but the tanned pink of his flesh in the water, and figured it would have to do. She bade him put his cloth back on after washing it out herself. He stood up, and his massive rod was standing there right before her. Her eyes could not help but follow its progress as he stood, and it stood there, massive and proud, curving upward to where the head was right before her eyes. It was about three and half hands long, she thought. If he makes love to her, she would surely be killed. He stopped her as she got ready to leave the water. You not take bath. He said. You need bath too, make clean for love tonight. She smiled at that, sounded like he had the idea. Okay. She said. Unbuttoning her cotton body suit. But I will bathe myself, you would probably hurt me with that brush. He nodded and sat on the bank as she disrobed and went into the water. She scrubbed herself well as she could and that seemed to satisfy him. She noted that he had another erection now, and why not, she had just been nude before him. She got dressed and they went to the cave. As they approached she saw an arrow stuck in a tree near its mouth. Tok seemed to not notice it. She stopped behind him and pulled it out of the tree and shoved it under her dress. Once they were inside, she managed to get the arrow out while fiddling with the items in the back of the cave and there was a bit of paper tied to it. Sylva could read some, and slowly she read the tiny script: It is taking longer to find the assistance to rescue you that I need. Please wait another few days. Help is coming. -Darvid. She crumpled the paper up and cursed quietly. Damn him, the arrogant prig was afraid to try to rescue her without a whole damn army behind him, no doubt. She sighed and turned toward Tok. He stood up and smiled, admiring his clean skin. Me like soft skin. He said, touching his arm with his other hand. You good wife. He smiled. She smiled back, not even noticing that it was not all that forced. She sighed again and walked to him. You are becoming a good husband, too. She said to him, and patted his hand. He virtually vibrated at that touch. She started supper, as bathing him had taken most of the morning and it was now well past noon. Another day for horse stew. She set him to smoking the remaining horse meat, to preserve it. Make meat last longer time without taste bad? He said, and shrugged. He took her word for it. You know lots things. He commented while he smoked the meat over the small fire. They puttered around the cave the remaining evening. As she washed the dishes she realized that she had nothing left to hold him off with. She got the last of them done and with a lump in her throat, turned to face the room. Tok was sitting in his favorite chair. There was no stink in the cave now, just the smell of earth and smoke. He looked over at her. We make love now? He asked. Or you still not want me? She swallowed hard, unable to think of anything other than. Your too damn big and youll kill me. She nodded slowly. Yes. We will make love now. She said, and looked down. He stood up and walked to her. What wrong wife? He asked. Me still not good husband. She shook her head. No, youve been a good husband. She said. Im afraid. I am a maiden. He looked shocked. You maiden? He said, his eyes wide. Me be extra careful. No hurt you. She smiled weakly. You will hurt me, believe me. Me no want hurt you. He said. Me good husband. If we make love, it will hurt me, husband. She said. Tok could not figure a way around that one. He scratched his bald head. Even make love gentle? He asked. Even if. She said. Then she said. I have an idea. She went to the brandy barrel and got a bowl full of the stuff. She swilled down a large gulp, then coughed. She force down some more, then another swallow. She said Wait a minute, I can try to make it not hurt bad. After another half hour she was slurring her speech a bit. And then it truly sank in, she was drunk. She stood up unsteadily. Okay. She said. I shink I can do it noooow. She started taking off her dress and walking toward the bed. By the time she got there, she had started unbuttoning her body suit. She shrugged out of it, and sat down with a thump, then giggled. I am drunksh, my hushbend. And smiled at Tok. Tok stood from his chair and regarded her a moment, then unfastened his belt holding up his loincloth. It fell to the floor, revealing his massive organ. Sylvas eyes grew large and she said Wow. And she goggled at it. He came up to her and sat beside her. She looked up at him and smiled. It schuden hurt too mush now. She said. Tok winced a little at her ripe breath. Good. He said. Not want hurt good wife. He added. He reached toward her and touched a breast, his large hand enfolded it easily, even though she was far from small. He squeezed it gently, and she moaned a little at the touch, her nipple hardening. She put her hand over his and pressed it harder to her skin. He reached with the other hand and grabbed the other breast. She walked around and stood between his legs right in front of him. He touched and squeezed her breasts and she touched his face. He leaned forward with his large lips puckered. She let him kiss her, and felt the softness of his lips with surprise. She let her tongue run over them and then felt his tongue come out and enter her mouth, filling it, she nibbled on it and he liked that. She felt his manhood brush her leg as it hardened. And finally taking the plunge, reached down for it. She knelt in front of it and wrapped both hands around the three inch wide shaft. She stroked it gently up and down, as she had to do on the farm when a stallion was hesitant to mount a mare, or a bull a cow. Tok moaned loudly and his face became vacuous bliss. She could not help but to smile a little at this, then stuff started to flow out of the end. It was semen. Had he come already? That would be a blessing. You are finished? She asked him. He looked down at her. No finished. He said. Why? You tired? She shook her head and watched as more of the fluid flowed out, coating his shaft and her hands. It was thick and white and smelled slightly salty. And, by the One, there was a lot of it. He looked down at her, his smile as wide as his face. You use mouth? She looked at the massive leaking organ and cringed. I dont know how. She ventured. He looked at her again. Just try? Please? He said, and he was very hopeful-looking. She lowered her eyes, and thought that if she could finish him with her mouth, she might escape with her virginity intact. She knelt down and opened her mouth wide, the smell wasnt at all bad from the semen, and she lowered her head over him. As she put her lips around it, the flow increased as he moaned again. She started swallowing, as not doing so would have been harder, so full was her mouth and tight the fit to her lips. She continued to stroke the shaft and he kept moaning from time to time. She felt she must have drunk half a gallon of the stuff already. It did not taste too bad, and she found it not quite as odious as she had at first thought. Then she heard him grunt. And his hips bucked. Suddenly, her mouth was flooded with the stuff, filling quickly, no matter how fast she swallowed, it backed up and into her nose and dribbled out. Then it finally slackened and stopped. When she let it go and gasped for air and blew her nose clear of the slick stuff, she looked up at him and he was out cold, snoring softly and still smiling. She crawled up onto the bed proper and laid beside him, and soon went to sleep as well. --- The next morning, she awoke to see Tok was missing from the cave. She rose and walked to the mouth. Her head ached, and then she remembered drinking the brandy last night. She supposed she might have overdone it. Looking out into the small clearing, she still did not see him. She went back inside and grabbed some smoked meat to eat. Thoughts of running went through her mind, but she feared he would catch her and then simply smash her flat for her treachery. She swept out the cave, and set some more stew to cooking. A little while later, Tok came back into the cave, humming happily to himself. You waked. He said, and walked up to her. He bent low and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She gave him a morning smile and said. Whered you go? To shaman, got something for you. He said, smiling widely as he held out a small package made from flexible leaves, wrapped about with bark-twine. She say this make you like fire drink, but not make you act funny. She took the package. It contained some sort of ground powder. What do you mean? She asked, looking up at him. It make body softer, and make making love easier for you. He smiled gently. Me no want hurt you. He pointed at the little package she held. You put in water tonight, and drink with stew. She nodded. Thinking, something to relax the body. That would be very nice, one would think. There was a sudden sound in the wood, a distant drum. It rattled off a short burst of deep booms, then ceased. Tok sat upright at the sound, then went to his junk pile and fetched out a small drum of his own. What was that? Sylva asked him. He grinned at her, quite excitedly. That Grud. It say him wife make baby night before. She smiled. A baby? Thats wonderful for...Grud? Him friend, nother ogre, like me, only not so big. He walked to the entrance to the cave and sat. We go his hut today and see baby. He pounded on his own drum, beating out a short and complex pattern. There was another drumroll, from the left, similar, but subtly different from Toks. That Urto, he and wife come too. He went through his stuff in the back of the cave, selected a choice couple of furs from the bed, and gathered half of the surviving horse meat, and put them in a burlap sack. We go see them. She shrugged and they set off. A half hour later, they came to a large clearing in the wood, with a large wattle-and-daub hut in it. As they left the treeline into the clearing the door of the hut opened. Another ogre, this one cleaner than Tok had been, but not as clean as he was now, came out. He shouted at Tok, smiling happily. They smashed fists into each others chests with impacts that would fell a mule, then laughed. Tok turned toward Sylva and told Grud. This wife. She new. Name Sylva. Grud turned and regarded her. She human woman. He said, a little disapprovingly. She pretty but little. He said, explaining the source of his distaste. Tok nodded somberly. Yes, she little, but she good wife. He said. She make me good husband. He looked to his friend. She show me bath, and show me make toilet hole. Grud chuckled at that. Bath? Toilet? She make you wear pants next, Tok. Tok looked a bit displeased, but not overly so. Me no wear pants, they make my balls hurt. Sylva could not help but to giggle at that. Grud looked at her and pointed to himself. Me Grud, Tok me brother. He said, smiling broadly, but still giving her a wary eye. She returned the smile, and curtsied. Im Sylvie, as my husband has said. Grud snorted, but smiled more naturally now. She smart. He said approvingly. She say words good. Tok nodded. Yah, she very smart, she know everything. Like shaman. They talked some more, leaving Sylva pretty much alone. She looked toward the house, where she saw the door was open, she looked in and there was a large pile of skins and furs on the floor, and an ogre female nursing a baby there. She walked nearer, and the female caught sight of her, and smiled. With one huge hand, she gestured her to come forward. She walked into the hut, and it smelled, but not so badly. Else, again, she was growing used to the scent of ogre. The woman was wearing only a loincloth herself, but seemed to have a long shift she had removed to feed the suckling baby ogre. It was huge! The baby was at least three feet tall, and it was just half a day old. The mother held it daintily in her muscular arms, and regarded Sylvie with deep blue eyes. You Toks new woman? She asked, smiling at her. Yes. She said. I am Sylva. The ogress said. I am Ichani. We are sister now. Please sit, and talk with me. She sat and realized this ogre was speaking in almost complete sentences, and was quite gracious. How did you and Tok meet? The ogress asked her. On the road. Sylva replied, leaving off that she was basically kidnaped. Ichani nodded. Tok good ogre, but needed cleaning up. Hope you maked him do that. She giggled. Oh, my, did I ever. She said, still giggling. Tok took this opportunity to step into the hut and check on the girls. Ichanis jaw dropped and she exclaimed. Tok you handsome ogre! Tok blushed and nodded, and then peered at the baby for a moment before ducking back out. Ichani turned to Sylva. You more than maked him clean up, he a new ogre! She nodded and smiled approvingly. You must tell me how you make him so clean, and handsome. The ogress and human spoke for a while, before another female ducked into the hut. Ichani introduced them, her name was Licha. She looked around and inspected the baby quickly, then took a seat near Sylva. Ichani showed the baby to them as it prepared to sleep. Its yawn showed a mouth full of teeth already, and its arms were almost as thick as Sylvas. She laid it in a small trough and covered it with blankets, then turned back to the other women. Ichani asked Licha. You see Tok? Licha nodded, and made a lecherous smile. I saw Tok, hes handsome now, make me want to get rid of Bruk and sneak into wrong cave. She said, winking at Sylva. Sylva started when she noticed that she just felt a twinge of jealousy. She bit that back, then said. I can tell you how to get your men to clean up some. All three women chattered about the best techniques of making men do their bidding for several hours. The human realized that she was having a splendid time of it. These two other women looked to her as a source of wisdom and she was quickly regarded as the expert on various subjects, and given deference accordingly. The men would pop in from time to time to check on things, and look at the baby and make funny faces at it. It was a little girl, and she was named Gurta. They would just as quickly disappear and there were sounds of raucous laughter outside and some sounds like scuffling. Sylva excused herself, saying she wanted to check on her man. and slipped out. Tok and Grud and Bruk were rolling around on the ground, grunting and wrestling. Tok had both of them in headlocks and they were flailing around trying to get loose. The sheer energy being released in this little play fighting was enough to lay waste to a small army. Before she could stop herself. Sylva said. Tok are you getting dirty? The laughter ceased, and Tok looked frightened. The other two men slouched away from him, to let him face his accuser. Sylva got it, finally. The ogres were matriarchal. The women ran the show in their clans. He said. Me not get very dirty, and me gonna take bath when we get back to cave, promise. He said, unable to meet her eyes. Okay then, but not too dirty. She said, then added. And dont hurt Bruk, I saw you about to squeeze his balls. Tok blushed as Bruk looked at him with mock fury in his eyes. I bust you balls, Tok! He screamed and tackled Tok as Grud ran to join the fray. Sylva leapt back as the three began rolling around again, delivering rib-snapping blows and skull fracturing slaps to each other and laughing. She fled back to the tranquility of the hut. Ichani asked. They playing? He smile was wide and full of understanding. Yeah. Said Sylva. They play rough. She added, dusting off her dress. Both the ogresses nodded, then Licha said. Bruk does other things rough, too. She said, grinning like a satyr. The two laughed, then Ichani said. Be nice, Sylva human woman, she no can do rough. She pointed at the human womans relatively slim and frail body. Licha looked at her. Yes, Im sorry. I dont always think of stuff. She looked shagrined. Its quite okay. Sylva said. I am that frail, Im afraid. Tok will have to be gentle with me or he will hurt me very badly. I am afraid that he will hurt me even being gentle. Ichani nodded. I see. She said. You get sleeproot powder from shaman? Sleeproot powder? The human asked. Yes, it make you body relax, make big things like baby out easier, and let Tok in easier, too! The two ogresses giggled loudly at the suggestion. Sylva blushed at the suggestion. I think I have some now, Tok got it from the shaman for me this morning. She said, pulling the packet out of her pocket and showing it to them. Ichani sniffed it. That is the stuff. She said, and patted it. Make baby slip out like small turd, and let Tok slip in like night breeze. She said, and the two giggled, Sylva giggled too, it was funny. She cautioned the human, though. You no let Tok poke all the way in on first time. She said. Not even ogre women want that, it hurts bad next day. You must learn to take it. The human woman slipped the powder back into her pocket and nodded. Ill tell him. Licha said. If you make Tok clean like he is, you can make him keep part of his cock out of you hole. She looked at Ichani sideways. At least the first few time. The new mother said. Dont take all of powder, your not ogre, take only one piece of four. She suggested. Take all and you not able to stand. I think she no want to stand then. Licha suggested, and they all giggled again. Outside the noise had died down somewhat, and Sylva poked her head out to see the men now sitting quietly, talking in a small triangle. The two men were talking to Tok, and seemed to be telling him something important. Tok nodded a lot and seemed to ask a lot of questions. Then one, two, or all of them would laugh uproariously and then they would go back to talking. She realized they were giving him the same lecture that she was receiving in the womens hut. Several times she heard human woman and a few times careful. The girls continued talking, and discussed such subjects as baths, toilets, child rearing, food preparation, and sewing. It was almost like a get-together back at the farm, except that these women weighed six hundred pounds and could kill a horse with their bare hands. The sun had moved low in the sky and Tok knocked on the door. We need go now, Sylva. He said. She took a few minutes to say her goodbyes, and got two rib-crushing hugs for her efforts, then she left with him. On the way back she said. Tok, I heard you boys talking about human women. What did they tell you? Tok thought for a moment, then said. They say me lucky to have good wife who is human, too, you smart and pretty, and you know good things. She smiled, but then said. They said something about careful. He grimmaced, as if to say she was not supposed to hear that part. They say you not tough like ogre woman, that me can no get rough with you. He stopped walking. They say must be gentle and go very slow and kiss you a lot. She giggled at that. Well, kissing never hurt. She walked up beside him and took his large hand, placing hers in his. Lets go home now, Tok. He pointed toward the stream. No take bath? She shook her head. This once, no. She said, pulling him slightly toward the cave as he had slowed. I think, maybe, I was being a little to hard to please. Tok shrugged and followed willingly. They uncovered the fire and she took out the pouch, as she unwrapped it, she realized her hands were trembling. Am I that frightened? She thought. Then she realized it was not fear, her breath was short, too, and she was moist between her legs. By the One, she thought, Im excited. She took a quarter of the powder and mixed it in a bowl with some water and just a little brandy. She gulped it back, and started to undress. Tok watched her with interest as she slipped off her body suit. She turned toward him and he stood and started untying his loincloths belt. Upon removing it, she admired his huge organ, slowly swinging between his thick, muscular legs. She smiled gently, and walked to him. He put his big arms around her and she pressed to him, her head only at the top of his chiseled belly. His ogrehood was slowly growing beside her, and she turned to watch it with fascination. Her breathing was coming faster now, as she realized she was looking forward to this now. She reached out and touched it, moving her hand over the soft skin, and feeling the pulse of his heart within it. Tok moaned as she gripped it, and she sighed as she watched her finger not quite meet. She smiled up at him and released his organ. She took his hand and moved it down, between her legs. She pressed his thick middle finger back and then up. It slid into her. The finger, alone, was almost a match for most men she had heard of, and bettered some. She felt her maidenhood tear, and gasped, but there was no pain, the powder was working well. She also felt a tingling running up her spine from the thick finger penetrating her. Tok looked down at his wife, she was gasping, and her eyes were staring into space blankly, he slipped his finger deeper, and she moaned, grabbing his arm with both hands to steady herself as her knees tried to buckle beneath her. He put a supporting hand on her rump and held her weight easily as she let her legs go slack. He started slipping the finger in and out, as Bruk had told him to do, and she groaned deep in her chest, and called his name. She was pushing back now, with her hips, driving the finger deeper and rougher against her clit. Tok let her lie back, and used his hand to lower her to the bed. She laid down and moved her legs far apart. Tok smiled and laid beside her. He gently kept using that one finger for a long while, working it in and out, and liking the feeling of her wetness around it. His pole was fully hard now, and was lying on her legs. She reached down with one hand and fondled it. She reached down and pulled his finger out of her. He looked at it. Blood, I hurt you! He said, alarmed. She smiled up at him. No. Its normal the first time, Tok. She said. Youve not hurt me, yet. She said, and took his massive cock in both hands. Tok raised up off the bed and hovered over her. His thick arms and legs forming the legs of a tent that covered her completely. She had no doubt that he could stay that way indefinitely if she asked him to, but she had no intention of it. She guided the head of his organ to her labia. Then said. Push, but slowly, Tok. He lowered himself down a little. She felt the head slip over her labia, and then part them. More. She said, and he lowered himself another few inches. She opened to him, and felt four inches slide into her entrance. There was a little pain, but far less than she expected. Ok, Tok, do not lay completely on me, and keep about this much, She held her hands about five inches apart, out of me, just the first few times, do you understand? She asked. He nodded, his body was trembling with excitement, she noted, then again, so was hers. She said. Okay, now make love to me. And braced herself. He bent down and kissed her deeply, sliding his thick heavy tongue into her mouth. She accepted it with a moan, it actually felt good to have her mouth filled with something so soft and warm. Then she felt him sliding into her, slowly, and painfully so. The sensation of being filled was now being echoed by her innermost places. She grew a bit alarmed when it did not seem to every stop. She looked down, and saw that he was only half way into her. She sighed, he continued his plunge into her vagina, spreading it, stretching it, she could feel it open for him and expand to take him. The powder was such a blessing, she thought. Another inch, and he was almost to where she had said stop, she felt him hit rock bottom. Stop. She said. He froze solid, not a single muscle moving, only the little excited twitches he had been having. No further than that, or you will hurt me. She said, and reached down and felt his remaining shaft. Three inches left, she thought, better than she had though, actually. If he was indeed, fourteen inches long, then she had taken eleven into herself. Not a bad showing for a human woman. She smugly thought. She told Tok. Okay, in and out, and be slow, and no deeper. He obliged, slowing pulling out of her until only his head still opened her, then he slipped in, spreading her wide and filling her up. When he pulled smoothly back out again, she felt the suction around his organ and the sense of being empty, then she was refilled again, and she could feel something else. His semen was flowing already, as it had been yesterday. During her talks with the girls she had found out that ogres produce semen the whole time, so long as they are being stimulated directly. She would have to get used to that feeling of warmth filling her when ever he did this. She figured she could deal with it. He kept going, and she could feel his semen helping lubricate things, making his organ slip easier in and out. She found herself relaxing in her mind, too, and felt the unique sensations of her clitoris being stimulated by directly sliding over the cock that spread her hole right up to it. She moaned loudly as a rush of pleasure ran through her. Then she looked at Tok. Faster. She said, her eyes full of lust. Tok obeyed, she found he always did, even if he grumbled. He sped up, and did not grumble, he groaned. His pole now slipped freely within her and she could hear slight sloppy sounds from down there, where she was now so well lubricated that it was actually letting air move some. Her body shivered with impending climax and she grunted like an animal to receive it. A moment later, his organ sliding into her and back out, she reached that place, and felt she would explode. She screamed to the stone roof over her, and at Tok, and at the stars overhead, and the black sky beyond them. She screamed the release of her fears and tensions and insecurities. She slowly descended from that high place, Tok still pumping into her like a machine. She was fully down now, and sighed in contentment. The drug, whatever it had been, had brought her through the potentially most painful moment of her life with joy and pleasure. She reached up and took Toks face in her hands, and leaned up to kiss him, then she fell back, put her arms over her head, and spread her legs as far as they would spread. Husband, you have made love to me. She said, smiling at him. Now you can fuck me like you want, I am ready. He smiled widely and grunted as he slammed his pelvis into hers, no longer holding back anything. He rammed her hard and she slipped up the bed a half foot. She used her hands to push back down off the wall and he kept ramming, she kept returning to meet his thrusts, she knew she was making a terrible mess down there, with his semen and her flowing juices, but she did not care now. She could feel another climax coming to her, and this one was more basic than the first had been, this one was an animal, crawling from the wood, and was going to consume her. He slammed into her over and over, and each time her orgasm got that much closer, her insides gurgled with his thick come, and her vagina ached from the stretching it had been given so far. She knew that she would suffer for it tomorrow, but right now, she did not care. She felt Tok come into her, the real thing this time, great powerful gouts of semen shot into her body, and she felt it gush out of her around his thick shaft, and coat the bed beneath her. Tok kept pumping though, like he knew she was close. It was no secret, she was grunting and matching his thrusts, and had a fierce look on her face, like one determined to kill someone or die trying. Her orgasm finally found her, and she screamed again. This was no scream of a girl having her first pleasurable release, this was the scream of a woman who had found THE release. She had found the beast within herself, and was riding the hairy bitch into ruin and damnation. She screamed so loud that Tok even winced and she could hear the rattling in her ears meaning that she was actually hurting her throat and ears. Tok kept pumping though, and rode her through that terribly powerful release of pleasure. Finally she gasped for air, and then she collapsed, her body going completely limp beneath him. Tok slowed his pumping, and then stopped, looking at her with a measure of concern. He pulled his now softening pole from her, with an audible slurping sound. He looked at it and there was no blood, which was good, he thought. He listened to her chest, and her heart beat strong, if fast, in her chest. Her breathing was in short gasps, but sounded normal. He had not harmed her, or if so, not too badly. Her legs trembled slightly, and he touched one, it twitched at the touch. He moved his hand toward her opening, and saw it gaping open slightly, and semen everywhere around it and under it and down her thighs. She no like mess. He said, and wetted a small blanket with water from the barrel and wiped her clean, then lifting her butt and legs, cleaned the furs beneath her as best he could. Semen was still sliding out of her, though, and he took another blanket and cut a small piece off of it, and folded it between her thighs and closed them almost together. He smiled at his handiwork, and laid back, watching her sleep. She slowly regained consciousness, in small steps. Her entire body pulsed with heat, and her womanhood was screaming at her for more. She told it no, and slowly opened her eyes. Tok was watching her with an air of worried anticipation. She smiled as she realized that she had just fainted from pleasure. She looked over at him, and stroked his face. You are a good husband. She said. Tok nuzzled the hand, and held it to him with his own. You good wife. He replied, and leaned forward to kiss her. He kissed her deeply but with patience and slowness that she relished in the afterglow of the sex she had just enjoyed. They kissed for a long while, and he caressed her body, and she felt it respond, and heat back up. When she reached for his organ, Tok stopped her. No. He said. You rest now. Bruk say not do two times first night. Even with ogre woman. He chided her. She smiled but relented. Okay. She said. I will restrain myself. She added. Tonight. With his soft caresses and gentle kisses, she drifted off to a real slumber. --- In the morning, she awoke with a start. Her private places screamed in pain at her. Oh, by the One, Ive done it now. She said to herself. She felt around her opening, and found it raw and bruised. Deep inside similar injuries made themselves known. There was no blood, mercifully, she was just bruised and stretched and rubbed raw. She sat up painfully, and felt a huge mass of semen slide from her, and it was caught by a rag between her legs. Her mind flashed to Tok. It was kind of him to provide for her comfort. Looking around the cave, she didnt see Tok. She stood up and heard Tok speaking outside, a female ogres voice came back, too. She stepped tenderly to the cave mouth. Good morrow. She said to him and the other. Tok turned and said. Good after noon. He grinned at the dazed expression on her face. It after lunch time. The other ogre chuckled, too, the female, she was aged, for an ogre. Good day. She said, nodding to Sylva. Tok was worried for you and sent for me. Her Ghantian was flawless, and actually accented in the scholarly lilts of the learned. I am Shedani, the shamaness for this tribe. Sylva nodded. Pleased to meet you. She said. I am well enough, though, it wasnt so bad. Shedani, smiled and pointed into the woods. Walk with me a while, then Sylva. She said. The human figured it might be a good idea to walk off the muscle strains an such, so she nodded, and the two women walked down into the thickly forested pinewood. You were a maiden, yes? The shamaness asked. She nodded, then said. But the herb powder you gave Tok worked wonderfully, thank you. They walked into the woods, and Tok simply stood and watched. He then busied himself around the outside of the cave. Moving things to better spots, and thinking, maybe, of building something. A while later the two women emerged from the wood, and the shamaness begged leave, and was gone. The couple then did their daily routine of cleaning and maintenance on the home. She went inside to begin preparing supper. A few minutes later, she heard a loud commotion out in the clearing. As she ran to the cave mouth, Darvid came running in, with sword drawn. We are here, Sylva. He said, panting. She smiled in relief. Her mind flashed to images of her old life, the farm, her family, and the manor she had been promised as home. She grabbed up one of the knives. Tok had quit keeping them out of her reach. He trusted her now. She thought about the relief of knowing she was free now of her bonds, and that she could go back to the life she longed for. She looked down into the clearing, there were three well armed and armored men there, mercenaries from Coghland by the look of them, large, hairy, and quite skilled. Tok was keeping them at bay with mighty swings of a wooden club he had picked up, but he was already wounded in a couple of places. He would not last long against such skilled warriors. Darvid watched as well, smiling. She walked up beside him. I am free of the brute who destroyed my life. She said. Darvid began to nod in agreement then his pleased face turned shocked as she plunged the fighting knife into his ribs, she felt his lung rupture through the blade, and pulled it out, then stabbed again. The noble fell to the ground, gasping for air, sucking air through the wounds in his chest. She reached down and cut his bulging money pouch from his belt. She stepped from the cave and yelled. Mercenaries! Your employer is dead! If you wish to be paid, then you will back off now! The Coghlanders were professionals, they immediately withdrew to a safe distance from the ogre, who was panting and bleeding from several wounds, though none serious. She hurled the large pouch to them and one deftly caught it. They turned and ran into the woods, she soon heard the gallop of horses receding. They would not come back. They only killed for money, and they had their money now. She turned to Darvid who was bleeding heavily and would not live long. She knelt beside him, smiling sweetly. W...why? He asked, his vicious little eyes wet with tears. She said Three reasons. First, you took too long, you cowardly bastard. Second, I NEVER break a promise, and I promised to be a good wife, and you heard that. And third, meat is dear to come by in the wild, and I have now two mouths to feed. She said quietly holding her hand over her stomach reverently. Her head tilted slightly and her smile widened as she lifted the dagger over the mans startled eyes and drug it down his living chest and belly, laying him open. As the life drained from his eyes, and his labored breathing stopped, she pulled his guts from him with both hands. Sylva was not above butchery, she was a farm girl, and had slaughtered her fair share of livestock, sheep, goats, pigs, even a cow once. A man was no large creature, and by the time Tok came back into the cave, she had Darvid gutted, and was skinning him. What you do? He asked. She smiled up at him. Tonight we eat real meat. She said. Tok chuckled. Been long time since me eat manflesh. He said. She handed him the heart. Then eat of it, it is very fresh. He took the heart and bit a large chunk out of the raw meat, and chewed, he moaned his appreciation for the savory quality of it. She stood beside him and took his hand. Lifting it to her mouth she bit off a large portion herself, and chewed it with obvious relish. It is good. She said, smiling up at her husband. He popped the last bit in his mouth then looked down at her handiwork. You good meat cutter. he said appreciatively. She knelt back to her work and started parting the last of Darvids flesh from the meat on his torso. I guess so. She said. It helps that I hated this bastard, but I would do it anyway. Tok looked confused a bit. Eat manflesh not normal for human, why you do it? She sat back, and wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve. I am a good wife. She said, simply. Then went back to her task. Yes. You good wife. He agreed, patting her back. Me try to be good husband. He said as she cut Darvids head off and expertly threw it into the toilet hole from the cave mouth. She returned to start severing the arms and legs. We make love tonight? He asked, as the sun was getting low in the sky again. She nodded and grinned up at him. She patted the large leather pouch that hung in her rope belt. The shamaness gave me a large supply of the powder. She said, then her eyes became as lustful as ever any human wore. As a good wife, we will make love whenever you like now. Shedani had said there was enough in the small sack for five scores. It lasted less than five weeks. Sylva did not bother her for more. --- Epilogue Sylva and Shedani were walking in the dappled woods, enjoying the spring sunshine. Sylva waddled a little with the hugely round belly she was now sporting. Shedani had pronounced the baby healthy and due in about a moon, and was staying close to their cave to help when the time came. The two had grown quite close. Im still amazed that powder worked so well to relax me and dampen the pain. Sylva said. Then giggled. Not that I need it any more. Shedani nodded, and said. It takes a few weeks to get used to an ogres depth, but once used to it, a human can accommodate one quite well. The human woman was still quite impressed with the ogres Ghantian, and was curious where she learned it. As far as the powder, it is of a sort of medicine that is the most powerful sort, and can work literal miracles. Sylva said. Oh? They continued a bit farther. What sort are those. Ever hear of placebos? Asked Shedani. Smiling. The human said. No, should I have? Then she thought a moment. Is that what the powder is? The shamaness nodded. Yes. She continued. They are powerful, because they release power within the person taking them, they release their soul, rather than just their body, like normal medicines and herbs. Wow, that sounds powerful. Sylva said, her eyes wide. Shedani nodded again. Indeed, as you will learn. You are named my apprentice, now, you will learn the ways of herbs and the ogrish spiritual ways. But Im not really an ogre. She said, shocked and more than a little pleased. The shamaness said. I saw you eat the flesh of that man who came to save you. You are indeed an ogress. She also looked at the vest made from Darvid's skin, quite handsome it was. She shrugged. Some just get trapped in human bodies. She put her hand on Sylvas shoulder and they started back toward the cave.

The low-bellied clouds contrived to be pouring forth their worst as Siska and Keeley neared Phillip's house. Oilskin only stopped so much, and even Siska's shielding spell stopped working after the massive sky-burst of magic. Cold runnels of water ran down Siska's back and Keeley's teeth chattered as they reached the door. Siska's hand touched the bronze door handle and she brushed her thumb over the latch atop that. She seemed unable to open the door. A look of sympathy formed on Keeley's face. "You have to go in," she said, her hand touching Siska's back. "The players must be paid." With an immense sigh, Siska thumbed the latch and pushed the door inward. The entry area was illuminated by light from the common area but she saw no one in either. She pulled off her cloak and hung it on the pegs just inside the door. Keeley followed her motion and, if anything, looked more fearful than Siska did herself. Siska's powder blue robes were darker where rainwater had penetrated her oilskin and she brushed at the spots, as if her hands could eradicate the moisture. Keeley grunted in humor when the spots vanished under the touch. Of course she can, she thought. "Siska, a word?" came a voice from the study. It was Phillip's voice, but it held a coolness that caused Siska to cringe and the moisture erasing ceased immediately. Keeley again touched her shoulder and watched her cross the common area. "Keeley, have a seat, there is tea on the sideboard." Keeley swallowed and moved toward where the teapot sat on it's pewter tray. Only one cup of the fine porcelain sat beside the teapot and there were three small muffins on the tray. Her feet dragged as she walked through the arched entry to the study, both the double doors folded back completely to rest against the wall. Siska kept her eyes downcast and studied the tiled floor. She squeaked and jumped slightly when the doors slammed shut behind her. A rapid and complex torrent of magic surrounded the room, forming a sphere the contained Siska and Phillip within it. Lifting her eyes enough to see him, Siska saw that Phillip was sitting at his massive desk. "What you did was inexcusable," he said without preamble. He was not yelling, and suddenly Siska wished that he would. "I fear I have given you too much leeway for an apprentice, and now see that I was negligent in doing so." Siska began to say something, but he silenced her by lifting his eyes to hers and glaring. "You will not speak until I say," he said in a harsh whisper. She had expected coldness in those eyes, but what she saw there cut more deeply than any measure of anger. He was disappointed in her. "The guard informed me of your - incident," said Phillip. "Seems they regarded it an event large enough to attempt to summon me to aid in your arrest. They sent a mounted squad to me and tried to get me to go with them, in case you needed to be put down." Siska gaped at him, her face adopting the expression of one who hears of another's death. "I only just managed to talk them into letting me handle the matter," said her mentor. "And I do mean barely, there are still guardsmen who will make you arrest if they see you right now." Siska opened her mouth again. "You will remain silent!" shouted Phillip and she found she did not prefer his anger to disappointment. Her teeth clicked as they came together. That scream seemed to sap something from Phillip and he slumped in the armchair behind his desk. "You will not be going out into the town for a week - except to attend the ball for your friend, Mannis," he said. "You will be repaying Master Gelorinni for the cost of removing your - addition - to his common room. Lastly, you will pay the sum of a hundred marks to each of the girls you assaulted, the four customers who were trapped behind your wall until a section of the inn's wall could be removed, and another two hundred to Master Gelorinni for his discomfiture." Eleven hundreds? thought Siska as he glowered, looking at a piece of parchment. "Those moneys will be accompanied by a personal apology, delivered in public, to each of them, along with accepting penance, if they so wish to administer it." A long moment passes as Siska studied the top of his desk. "Do you accept my judgement as fair and reasonable?" asked Phillip. "I do, Mentor Phillip," said Siska, her voice barely higher than a whisper. "It is fair and reasonable." An air of formality hung over everything, but that shattered when Phillip said, "Just what in the One's eyes did you think you were doing, girl?" "One of the girls used magic to attack Keeley, I tried to defend her," said Siska. "You did no such thing, girl!" shouted Phillip. "You attacked the girl. There is no defense in that. She is had to be healed of a concussion and several cracked ribs, did you know that?" Siska eyed the mottled red stain on the sleeve of her robe and the cut flesh beneath. "A scratch!" growled Phillip, following her eyes with his own gaze. "You could have easily killed her. She is frightened half out of her wits." "She didn't seem frightened when it was happening, Mentor," said Siska, defensiveness stiffening her posture. "The gel had little choice to but put her back up, now did she?" asked Phillip, his tone moderating slightly. "So far as she knew, you meant to kill her and was doing her damndest to not let that happen. Did you expect another wizard to simply roll over for your blue robe and let you pummel her unconscious?" Siska's eyes dropped. The girl had only knocked over Keeley's wine mug and splattered wine over her friend's dress. "I am ashamed," she said. Phillip growled deep in his throat. "Not only you. You shamed me and more importantly, you shamed the Blue Order. The penalties I have set are only those of a Mentor to an apprentice. There may well be repercussions from the order to come. You are a sworn member, even if you let that slip your mind. Your role is to DEFEND Tressen's people, not assault them in bar brawls! Even the other magi of the city are your responsibility." A moment passed as he let that long line of words soak into her mind. "You are held to a higher standard, and you are to prove yourself worthy of that esteem in the future, else it will not be in your future." Tears were rolling down Siska's cheeks. In her mind, she had single-handedly brought low a proud group of fine people. In a moment of anger, she had harmed the Blue Order, who had been held in esteem by the people of Tressen, even if that esteem was accompanied by some measure of fear. Fear, she realized, that she had fed well. Phillip looked down at his writings again and picked up his steel quill. "You and Keeley have potatoes to finish peeling," he murmured. "She will not be coming over for a week, either - nor will Mist or Leetha." "Thank you for letting me attend the ball, still, Mentor," said Siska in a hoarse whisper as she opened one of the wide doors back into the hall from the common room. Phillip never raised his head. "What you did was not bad enough to merit ruining a special day for young Defender Mannis. I did not allow your attendance for your own benefit. He has worked hard for years for this moment. I'll not let you ruin it for him." Siska nodded and left the study. - - - Tatyana walked across the courtyard in her gray doublet, bearing a large sack of flour. She served but one owner in her years, and now two in under a month. Her new owner eyed her oddly, and she felt sure that he harbored demands she had yet to be called to make. This struck her as more than passingly strange, for there were younger and prettier slaves in this estate's stables. Tatyana was into her forties and had borne two children. While she might be considered an attractive woman, for her age, she was far from a blooming young beauty. Her new owner, Master Tornadin was kinder to her than the last. The last had been a middling merchant with a very demanding wife. The wife had switched her almost daily for some perceived slight or slowness in performance of her duties. She was the only slave in the house, as well, which meant all attention was focused upon her. Here, she was amid dozens of slaves. Even more than she had been as she had lived with Mistress Tomasino. Her duties were light, as a kitchen helper, and she had a nice, clean room to herself. All of this would have pointed to a nice, quiet end of years to her, except for the attentions of young Master Tornadin. He had yet to touch her, but when she passed by him, his eyes watched her closely and he wore an odd expression that spoke of a deeper desire. She thought of giving herself to him, or at least offering. She had found, with Tomasino's more demanding guests, that it made the act much easier if she at least pretended to desire the contact. Tornadin was not an unattractive young man, either, a matter that would aid in the pretense of desire. If she were wrong in her assessment of his looks, though, her approach may well insult the young, good-looking noble. She sighed as she dropped the flour onto the table beside the large bowls that were being mixed for the evening's grand meal. "He was watching you again, eh?" asked Lirivni, one of the few slaves that she already considered a friend. "Yes," whispered Tatyana as she picked up one of the knives on the table and sliced the top off the sack of flour. "If I weren't a dried sack of prunes, I'd swear he desires me." Lirivni was several years her junior, in her middle thirties. She was a pretty woman, with long brown hair and soft blue eyes. Lirivni was also an indenture, not a full slave. The difference hardly mattered while she was in service, especially for the length of time Lirivni would be owned - more than twenty years, of which only seven had been served. "Master Tornadin has expansive tastes," said Lirivni, grimacing and taking the knife from Tatyana to slice open another sack of flour. The older woman poured her flour into a massive bronze bowl and began mixing it with the contents already within with a massive wooden spoon. "It is considered bad form to make use of indentureds, but he is quite free with his - affections." Tatyana widened her eyes at the taller, younger woman. "He has made demands of you?" she asked. Lirivni gave her a look of much patience. "He makes use of all the women slaves, Tatyana. All of them. He considers anything not illegal to be within his rights. If you didn't have an attraction to his eyes, you would be one of the field slaves." One of the other kitchen slaves, a woman younger than Lirivni, with strong features and a well-rounded belly, nodded. "He will eventually get around to you," she concurred, stroking her belly with an idle hand in the manner women with child tended to. Tatyana wondered if Tornadin was the sire of that child. Then I'll go to him this night, thought Tatyana. I hope I'm correct. Already, she steeled herself for what would likely happen later, either if she were right or wrong in her assumptions. - - - Varan looked down at himself in his dress uniform, only today brought up from the sewing shops at the other end of the Defenders' compound. No silk for Defenders, but the black dyed cotton was highly polished to nearly gleam like silk. He picked a piece of imaginary lint from the stark black surface, then touched the sword on his hip. That sword had been his for four years, but it was a bronze-hilted trainee's sword. Tonight, he would be presented with his Defender's silver-hilted blade. Though they were shaped the same, the Defender's blade would be better wrought, and crafted of the finest steel available, likely Gendise. Folded and hammered hundreds of times, a Gendise steel sword blank cost more than the home he grew up in. It would give his blade a distinctive look, that Gendise steel, almost like wood, but in silver and black rather than browns, where the grinding of the edges cut through the layers of grain in the steel. In his eyes it would be the most beautiful of swords, even if the rudest pot-iron. His roommates bustled around him. Mannis was pulling his belt around his waist and cinching the buckle tight. Giordino was still pulling on his boots, looking at them with a critical eye to ensure not the slightest scuff marred their mirror-like black finish. Lastly, Cherofski, clad only in his smallclothes, was polishing the blade of his trainee's sword, running an oiled cloth down it's length. "Keeley says that Siska is fortunate to be able to attend," said Varan, looking over his shoulder at Mannis, still fidgeting with his sword belt. "So I've heard," said Mannis with a grimace. "Something about dueling in pubs. I've not been allowed to visit her. Her mentor sent me away without comment, other than to say that she isn't free to receive guests." Varan nodded. "But still, she will be at the ball, and you'll be able to talk to her to your heart's contentment," he said. His words seemed to act as a cue, Cherofsky leaped up and began pulling on his pants. Varan and Mannis both blinked at the shorter man, wondering why he had put off dressing for so long. Even Giordino, a notable procrastinator, eyed his roommate with a impatient glance. Both Cherofsky and Giordino had been able to secure escorts at short notice for their graduation ceremony. Defenders were highly romantic figures in Tressen society, and few women, unless solidly spoken for, would refuse one accompaniment to one of their few public functions. Their escorts, however, were more settled upon than sought out, and Cherofsky wondered, in truth, if he would have to pay his companion for the honor later. Giordino sidled up beside Mannis, peering into the mirror on it's heavy wooden stand. "I understand that your Siska nearly got herself arrested from that duelling," he said, shaking his head. "A temper on that one, mark my words." Mannis sighed. "Does everyone know more of Siska's business than I do?" he asked. "She made a small mistake, excusable I think, under the circumstances." He glowered at the shorter and much darker young man. "She was defending her friend, or at least thought she was. Something you and I should well understand, no?" It took Giordino several moments to speak. "I hear you brother," he said, his voice quiet and earnest. "You know I am ever on your side, in battle and out." A grudging smile came to the tall redhead's face. "And I am on yours, brother," he said, putting his hand on the shorter man's shoulder. "I suppose we must remind ourselves of that from time to time." Though only paying attention to the exchange partially, Varan nodded approval as the two Defenders made their peace. In a few hours, they would truly be full Defenders - full men. It was good to see them behaving as such now, even while still in the trainees' quarters. - - - Keeley bustled around Siska's room as if her backside were ablaze. "Why are they not here yet?" she demanded, a panic in her eyes that made Siska think of a cornered rabbit. "They are coming," said Siska in as calm a voice as she could muster. "Mistress Maureen knows when the ball is to begin and won't be late." The shorter girl, twisting her brown hair about her finger, pulled back one of the heavy curtains that covered one of the two windows that stood on the room's outer wall. "I've never been to such a fancy event," she said. "What if I make a fool of myself?" "Follow Varan's lead," said Siska, pulling a brush through her long, golden hair. "He'll know the proper behavior." Keeley let the curtains go and turned toward Siska. "You could at least pretend worry," she snapped. A soft smile formed on Siska's lips. "Keeley, I have been cooped up in this house for five days," she said. "Mannis tried three times to visit me and was sent away. I intend nothing - and I emphasize nothing - to mar it. Do you think that I've many grand balls in my history?" That abashed Keeley more than enough, and the girl lowered her eyes. "I would think not," she said. In truth, Siska had attended more than a score of fancy dress balls. However, she had attended them as a servant, not as a guest. She might well know, better than Keeley, how to behave in such rarified company. Siska was a kind enough friend not to say anything of it. "Come, rub this on my shoulder, to cover that bruise," she said to Keeley. She pointed to a dark spot marring the fair skin of her shoulder, just to the right of her neck. Phillip had been true to his word, and she found herself under the tender tuteledge of Madam DeSandiago. Madam DeSandiago had introduced her to Weaponsmaster Larken. Her first lesson with Larken had been a learning experience for Siska. She discovered that there were ways to be hurt by other people she had never imagined. He was teaching her to fight with sword, knife, and staff. At first, she had protested the need for training in such combat skills. Surely a wizard would not need them. Larken had disabused her of that notion in short order. He commanded her to cast to stop him and before she could even fully focus her energies, he had rapped her on the arm with one of those bound bundles of bamboo strips, delivering a stinging blow. After that, she had tried to apply herself to the training he offered. He was a patient man, and good humored. She came, quickly to enjoy the lesson and now eagerly awaited her next lesson on the morrow. However, her newfound interest had exacted a price in bruises from her. Most of them had faded to faintly yellow spots on her arms and legs. However, this one was darker, an ugly blue. A result of stave training, he had clouted her on that shoulder purely by accident. An attempted dodge had led her to put herself straight into the path of his backswing. Keeley gently rubbed the peach-colored makeup onto the discoloration, though it was impossible to hide every hint of the blue bruise. When she stepped back, it was only noticeable if one looked very hard. "I can't believe Phillip has you conducting arms training, like you were bound to become a merchant's guardsman." "It isn't like that, Keeley," said Siska, wincing as the shorter girl rubbed the make up over the wound, smoothing the edges. "Phillip has decided that I need to know how to protect myself in a fight, without magic. He says that it will teach me discipline." Keeley murmured something under her breath that Siska could not make out, though she did hear the single word - 'paddle'. Siska shook her head. "Phillip said he would send me away before taking switch, paddle, or strap to me," she said. "He says that I've already paid more price in that regard than he can collect." It seemed that she was not sure she wished him to have that particular order of precedence in punishment of her. A soft rapping on her chamber door snapped her out of the morbid thoughts just before it opened. Salira peeked in, smiling. "They're here," she said after ensuring both young women wore their slips. Opening the door wider, she entered, followed by two of Mistress Maureen's assisting seamstresses. Each of those two bore long thick bundles folded over their arms. Salira carried a small box. Siska barely managed to stifle a squeal, and Keeley found herself short of even that control, making a high-pitched keen in her throat before regaining her composure. Their obvious excitement caused Salira's grin to widen. With practiced speed, the seamstresses hung the dresses on an opened door of the wardrobe, unfolding the oilcloth that was wrapped about another layer of cheap wool. Then they removed the wool, one of them actually giving the motion a bit of a flourish. Siska, Keeley, and, admittedly, Salira all gasped. The seamstresses allowed one another a small nod at that sound and bowed out, muttering good wishes on the two young women's night out. "It makes me wish I were young again," said Salira, eyeing the long gowns of silk. The longer, made for Siska, was of shimmering blue silk, shaped to conform to her with alarming precision. Narrow sections had been cut out and filled with pleated velvet in sky blue, the color of the order. It was sleeveless and had a narrow but deep neckline. The back swooped down to where it would scarcely be at the small before the sides rejoined. At first Siska feared it would not stay put when she donned it, but once the fine strings at the back had been drawn, it seemed to disappear from her sense of touch. It became weightless on her and moved with every bit of ease as her own skin might. From her hips the skirts hung in narrow strips, she noted, and were not of a piece. When she walked lighter blue velvet gleamed beneath the steadier shimmer of darker blue silk. Siska moved before the long standing mirror and made a twirl, craning her neck about to see herself as she did so. "It's a lovely dress, Siska," said Salira with Keeley nodding in agreement alongside her. Siska turned toward them. "Keeley, put yours on," she said excitedly. It took the three women a few moments to divine the manner of donning the wrapping garment of a dress. Salira, having visited at some point in her past Abia, finally managed the trick, beginning at Keeley's shoulder and walking about her, unwinding the dress onto the girl. Small buttons attached the layers to one another in critical locations, though Keeley would surely need help to remove it later, as well. When finished Siska and the older woman stood back and admired the confection of green silk and fine wool. "I said to spare the silk," said Keeley, fretting with one of the wide panels of silk that made up large portions of the dress. "You'll learn that seamstresses will do what they like," said Salira sagely. "Ask a man of swordsmiths, and they will happily point out the same sort of breed." Keeley gave the mirror a critical eye and turned halfway about. "Well, it is pretty," she said. It hugged her form, if anything, more tightly than Siska's gown, the wrapping actually being snug at points. A few shifts and plucking from the three released a binding point or two and ensured it hung correctly, if the dress could be said to hang at all, it seemed more to cling. "Be glad you don't have a mole on your backside," said Siska, grinning. "I fear it would show clearly in this dress." "I only hope I need carry no coin," said Keeley, nodding. "Else one could tell which side were face up." Salira giggled, almost like a girl the other two's ages. "And divine the maker's mark at three paces," she added. The green silk was interrupted by black wool, of a matte finish, making the dress seem a mass of emerald and night. Against Keeley's olive skin, it gave her an air of mystery that Siska could virtually touch. She said as much and Keeley widened her eyes. "I am one of the most unmysterious folk in Tressen," she pronounced. "As you say," said Salira, moving toward the door, "but she is correct. You look as if you might know dark secrets that aught be left in shadows - or bedchambers." Keeley contrived to don an expression of sultriness and cool aloofness. "Perhaps I am more than I seem, then," she said, narrowing her gaze as she looked upon the two wizards. Salira turned to open the small box on the corner of Siska's writing desk. "I note that neither of you seems to have brought jewelry, so I have brought mine. I hope it shall suffice." Generously, she neglected to point out that neither likely owned any jewelry of real worth. Both Siska and Keeley ooh'ed at the contents, impressed with the gemstones and precious metal settings within. A few minutes digging through the small chest and both were bedecked with fine bracelets and a single ring on each hand. "Earrings used to be all the rage, but no one wears them today," said Salira, looking at her small collection of pins with a sad shake of her head. "You two don't even have piercings to your lobes." Keeley and Siska grimaced at her description of the process of piercing one's ears and covered their own theatrically, as if Salira had proposed doing so on the spot. Finally, the older wizard reached under her dress and pulled a necklace free. On it hung a dragon pendant. "As you don't have one right now," she said, unclasping it. She hung the chain and pendant around Siska's neck, the dragon feeling oddly heavy as it rested between her breasts. Siska noted a faint blue shimmer to the silver and the dragon seemed to move as she looked at it. "It is mithril," said Keeley, as if noting Siska's interested look. "Not enchanted, but well wrought, all the same." "Thank you," said Siska. "Keeley's father is crafting a new one for me, but it is days from complete, from what Keeley says." "Dad is obsessing about it," said Keeley, pretending impatience with her father. "He says he wishes it to be the finest of his works, something I don't rightly understand about recompense." The narrowing of her eyes as she looked at Siska told Salira that this topic had never been satisfyingly discussed between the two friends. As Salira began to close the little box, a gleam caught Siska's eye. "What is that?" she asked, pointing to the glow, emanating from beneath a wide bronze cloak pin. The older wizard lifted the pin. "Ah," she said, smiling. "It's my manastone ring." She lifted the ring, quite a plain one, from the box. It was a plain band of gold with a mounting that held the glowing shard of gemstone. "Only a small one," she pointed out, slipping it onto her finger. Siska could not take her eyes from it. "The glow," she said. "It feels - different." "That's because it's charged with my own energy," said Salira, speaking in her lecturing voice again. "It isn't free mana, as you pull from the air and carries a bit of my own - spirit - if you will." It took the apprentice a moment, but she did see a similarity in the colorations of the mana, the way it pulsed, or gleamed, to the aura around Salira. There were differences, as well, though. "When did you charge it?" asked Siska. Salira looked at her oddly. "Oh, I don't remember," she said. "Surely months ago, if not over a year. I rarely have use for it these days." Siska flicked her fingers in the pattern of divining, muttering a hasty incantation. It was not strictly polite to cast divining spells upon people without asking first, but Salira had said they were friends, and friends were allowed limited liberties with one another. "What is it?" asked Keeley, giving the two wizards a blank smile, very curious as to what was passing. "You're pregnant," said Siska. The older wizard blinked at her. "I'm what?" she asked, forcing a smile onto her face. Siska smiled broadly. "You're pregnant, and your baby will have the gift." "How can you know that?" asked Salira. With a small shrug, Siska said, "Your baby, I know not if boy or girl, is causing a small shift in your aura - your mana aura. It no longer is the same pattern as the aura you possessed when you charged that ring. It's similar, very much so, but not identical." Keeley simply smiled. "Congratulations," she said. She understood nothing of the talk of magic, mana, and auras, but she knew that blessings were in order for a child conceived. Salira just blinked a few more times before donning a hesitant smile herself. "Well, thank you, Keeley," she said, though she eyed Siska a moment longer. She wondered just how fine-tuned must be one person's senses to sense a shift so tiny in a person's auras. "You should seek a midwife to be certain," said Siska A moment passed as the older wizard absorbed this information. "I shall," she said, though she felt more certain from Siska's pronouncement than she would have from a mere midwife's. Recovering her wits, Salira helped them with a few more pieces of loaned clothing. A narrow belt of silver links for Keeley and a wide one of bright blue woven leather for Siska. Slippers had been provided the day before from a cobbler two doors down from Mistress Maureen's shop. They had been commissioned by Mistress Maureen to go to with the dresses and were dyed matching blue and green, for each girl's dresses. Hair in worn loosely was the current fashion, though the two spent several minutes under the brush to burnish their long hair to shimmering before weaving small, discreet plaits into the four strands of their friends' colors. Siska had enquired with Madam DeSandiago about the acceptability of the plaits and, as the woman seemed to be a font of knowledge of propriety and fashion, her decision was regarded as final. It was allowable, and fashionable in many circles, an interesting phenomenon, in her eyes; A fashion that seemed to transcend classes. Even as their last plaits were woven, Phillip knocked and informed them through the door that their carriage had arrived. Keeley opened the curtains to gasp at it. "I think, maybe, Phillip is not as angry as he sounded, Siska," she whispered. Siska looked out at that point to see the carriage, as well. It was a long, black laquered carriage, suitable for the transport of nobility, with gilded accents and pulled by a team of eight sleek black horses. Even the driver and two footmen on it seemed buffed and polished, wearing matching livery with powder blue dominating their colors. Both of the girls had expected a rented carriage from the local stabler that provided horses when Phillip had need. This carriage was obviously loaned by one of the great houses of the city. Or did the Blue Order keep a few for certain needs? Somehow, Siska doubted, even if they did, an apprentice attending a ball would meet one of those needs. - - - "All is well," said Marrik as he pulled his oilskin tight about his shoulders and cupped his hands before his mouth to try to blow some warmth into them. His spear was propped against the parapet beside him. Night watch on Mertrim's Tower was a boring assignment, but most of the guards in the fortress took the job seriously. Enough so that they rarely slept on duty. The threat of flogging helped in that matter, but would not have stopped it on its own. "Good," said Thean, his squad leader. She also kept her cloak tight about her, but seemed to not let the chill of the drizzle and cold bother her. Mertrim liked Thean, she was a good squad leader. Much better than her predecessor, a lush who spent most of his evenings so drunk as to be a hazard to himself and his squad mates. Like most soldiers, taking orders from a woman had not been easy at first and they had questioned her authority. However, after she had bettered the best of them in a duel with practice swords, they decided that she might just know her job. He was not sure if her attractiveness was a aid or a hindrance to her leadership abilities. It certainly gained her attention, but it seemed, also, to cause men to not quite take her as seriously as they should. "You'll be relieved in three hours," she said. "We're short handed this night, with the Palace of Tressen in use." The guard provided men to secure the Palace, as well as the port fortresses. Normally, only a handful of men patrolled the grounds of the fortress, enough to discourage footpads and burglars. When the palace was in use, though, that need soared and fully a quarter of the guards were at the Palace of Tressen, providing guards for show as well as security. "Understood, squad leader," said Mertrim, retrieving his spear from the wall and wincing at how cold the steel shaft felt to his bared fingers. As she walked away he glanced toward her. She did have a fine figure, he thought, smiling. Thean smiled as she walked away, hearing the leather straps of his armor creak as he craned his neck. Unconsciously, she added just a little more swing into her hips and stepped out her stride. She did not mind that men found her worth looking at, even the men under her command. They could lust after her, so long as they obeyed her when she commanded them. Men are stronger than women, ran her logic, and therefore we must be far more skilled than they to match them in arms. Few women served in the guard. Fewer, still, rose to any rank of responsibility. Squad leader was hardly a lofty position, but it was one with command. It was a position with responsibility, as well, a responsibility that Thean took seriously. Entering the barracks of her squad, the half dozen off duty men were about their business. Ferdinno, tried vainly to cover himself, fresh from the baths, with his helmet. She chewed her lip to avoid a smile. Many of the young men of her squad were prime specimens, and Ferdinno was more prime than most of them. Seeing him unclad was no chore in her eyes. "You should be abed, Private," she said, forcing sternness into her voice and giving him a practiced glower. "Yes, squad leader, I only wished a bath," he said. "Smelling sweet in the barracks is hardly as important as alert eyes on the ramparts," she said. This was a primary job of squad leaders, coming up with pithy remarks to put troopers in their place. Anyone who recorded them would notice that they happily contradict themselves if given enough time. They were crafted at need, to suit the moment, and then discarded. They were not meant to be remembered forever. "Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting and fumbling his privates-shielding helmet. She had to chew her cheek again. He really was a prime specimen. The other men hastened to make as if they were preparing for bed, as well, pulling off their boots and one sliding beneath the coverlets of his bunk with his pants on. "Private Guissippe, you'll find it hard to relax yourself fully dressed," she said without looking at him. The euphemism was not lost on the other guardsmen, who chuckled at her admonition. He stood from his cot and pulled the pants off, stripping to his smallclothes as she entered her own, private room. She never closed the door to her room. It was a policy with her. She saw her men unclad, and made, with her best effort, no show of it mattering to her. They had all seen her unclad, as well, and she ensured by simple glances and occasional scathing remarks that they made no issue of it either. A well placed questioning of a man's knowledge of women, else a forced period of watching her up close as she went about her business, with a quill and parchment in hand, to take notes, usually prevented them from staring again. The only time the door closed was for a dressing down. These she conducted in private. It was no one's business but her's and the soldier she was reprimanding what was said between them in those instances. They were men, after all, and their pride needed shielding even more than their privates. Men emasculated were useless in combat. She stripped off her hauberk of chainmail and pulled the quilted undershirt beneath it off. Her sheer shift of pale linen was virtually transparent. New members of the squad would ogle until older members cuffed them into manners. She saw one such, a private named Urdannik, in his bunk, feigning sleep and watching her. Without looking, she could not tell if he were 'relaxing' himself at her display. It would not be the first time. Turning her back to him, she allowed a smile to finally form and pulled the shift over her head. You are a very naughty girl, sometimes, she thought. She imagined she could hear Urdannik, with his fortuitously positioned bunk, speeding the pace of relaxation. Naturally, actually bedding any of the men in her squad was unthinkable, even by Thean, who was not particularly particular about her partners, so long as they were enthusiastic. She stuck to other squad leaders, and occasionally, junior officers of other units, though never her own superiors. "Boy, you best finish that business before she catches you," murmured one of the other soldiers in his squad. Urdannik, who though he had been reasonably subtle, stopped relaxing and tried to actually will himself into slumber. The man in the next bunk, a corporal named Gulchoff, chuckled. "Hell, lad, no one said to stop, but don't make a show of it," he said. "She's a fine looking woman, but if she knows for sure what you're about, she'll make you do it in the aisle, while she sits and sips an ale, making clever remarks." Urdannik gulped and decided he had relaxed enough for one evening. Only in the guard for six weeks, if that, Urdannik was a bright eyed youth who still believed it all to be an adventure. When he had been assigned to the fifth squad, nicknamed the 'Warhawks', he had been amazed by having a female squad leader. More surprising was that she was a pretty woman, not at all like some of the other troopers who were female. She was slender, with long legs and a slim, high-cheekboned face. Most startling had been her blue eyes, set amid that dark islander skin. Her father was said to be Coghlandish, but her build certainly held no clue to that heritage. If anything she was shorter than most women in Tressen, not taller. She seemed a fine squad leader, though, after seeing others in action. She was fair to her men and went out of her way to protect them from other squad leaders and even their own officers. He knew he would be loyal to her, and always strive to make her happy with him. "I shouldn't dishonor her by that, I will apologize," he said, rising from his bunk and adjusting his smalls. Urdannik blinked up at him. "Are you daft?" he asked. "She'll flay you where you stand, lad." "No," said the young soldier. "She deserves better thoughts of me and I must make amends." Purposefully, he walked to the door frame and knocked on it, even as Corporal Gulchoff clicked his tongue in resignation. "Come," said Squad Leader Thean from within the darkened room. He walked in, forcing himself to hold his head high. Her bed was just out of the line of sight out the door, though she had left it where she found it when she took over the room. From the light still pouring in through the open doorway he could see she was atop the coverlets. It was warm in the barracks, and usually most men slept with only a sheet over them. Their barracks, the home of the Warhawks, was over the kitchens, and rarely wanted for warmth. He pried his eyes from her figure. Her legs were apart and her most private places quite visible. "What is it, private?" she asked. Shifting to prop her head on one hand and folding her legs into a matched pair of angles. "I wish to apologize ma'am, I was thinking improper thoughts of you as I relaxed," he said. His voice stiff with formality and his eyes upon the wall opposite him. "You are worthy of more respect than that, ma'am." To his amazement, she giggled. He had never heard her make that sound before and it frightened him to hear it now. "Boy, I'm a woman of thirty-seven years. If a young buck like yourself thinks I'm attractive, I hardly find that an offense upon my person," she said as the giggles subsided. "I find it flattery, though of a rather base sort. You're a soldier, Urdannik, and not given many opportunities to relax with the company of a young woman. There are certain needs that will - arise." Unsure what to think or do, Urdannis just stood there. "Be subtle about it and don't wave it in my face, and we'll get along fine," she said, laying back upon her back. "Back to your bunk, soldier, you've duty in three and a half hours." Urdannik saluted with a fist to his left shoulder and crisply turned to march out. He nearly fell on his face when Thean said, "I sometimes relax to the thought of you young men, too. Repeat that and I'll have you flogged." - - - Tatyana hefted the serving tray and walked toward Master Tornadin's apartments. She had volunteered for this particular duty this night so that she might end the wait to see if he was to seek her favors. Waiting, oddly, was worse than the follow through. She stopped outside the ornately carven door, depicting oak leaves and grapes in relief, and visibly calmed herself. She had given herself to men before, it was part of being a slave. Most were appreciative of it and were kind to slaves that shared their bed from time to time. Her mind cringed at the memory of some few who were not. Opening the door, she slipped into the sitting room of the expansive apartments that made up his personal space in the huge palace. He was sitting in one of the chairs, watching the flames with an intensity that seemed odd to her. "Wine for milord," she said in a soft tone, forcing a breathiness into it that she hoped would convey her adopted mood. "Very good," said Lord Tornadin after a moment of thought. He glanced at her. "Tatyana, is it?" he asked, though he very well knew her name. He had paid thrice her worth to acquire her from the merchant. The resemblance between this attractive, middle-aged woman and her young daughter were obvious. The tall stature and slender, elegantly shaped face. So very Eastron. She had some gray hair amid the slick black tresses, and he wondered idly how she had come to have a blond daughter. "Yes, milord," she said, bowing low. "It honors me that you recall my name." She tried a tentative, shy smile. Somehow, despite her maturity and apparent experience, she made the shyness seem proper and alluring. She is expecting something, he thought as he regarded her and returned the smile. "Tatyana, attend to me this evening," he said. "As milord commands," she said, bowing low again. She moved to the corner and stood quietly, as was the practice of a servant or slave in attendance. She waited for a gesture or command. Tornadin rose and sat the delicate crystal goblet onto the tray. "Do you take wine?" he asked, gesturing toward the pitcher and goblets, and taking a step toward her. She blinked and looked toward the tray, and at him. "If milord indicates it is acceptable, I am partial to wine," she said. Tatyana was unused to being asked a question of preference. Her statement tried to convey that she would, of course, drink if commanded, and would not mind if asked. "Then sit, and drink with me, please," he said, gesturing now toward the ornately embroidered armchair beside the one he had been seated in. "I would come to know a new addition to the household." His avoidance of calling her a slave or servant sat well with Tatyana. Slaves needed no reminder of their station, and she appreciated the subtle compliment in not doing so. "Thank you, master," she said, trying to move as gracefully as she could to sit in the indicated chair. She was unused to sitting on such fine furnishings and seated herself gingerly, barely on the chair at all, perching on the front edge of the padded cushion. To her surprise, he poured the wine and handed her a goblet, smiling at her warmly as he did so. "There are not many people indentured of Eastron lineage," he said, retaking his seat and picking up his goblet of wine. "No, milord, there are few," she replied. "My ancestors were made captive in the County of Balskana some hundred and fifty years ago." Tornadin chuckled. "Ah, those days, when Tressen was haven to pirates and brigands," he said. "Ever they raided the coasts of other nations, dragging home loot and slaves." "Yes, milord," she said, allowing a small measure of resentment into her tones. It was foolish to pretend to like being a slave, but equally so to resent it so much that your master felt you untrustworthy or even dangerous. She took a small sip of the wine, trying to force her motions into a semblance of casualness. It was very good wine, she found - fruity with a hint of cinnamon. "I debate myself regularly what my true feelings on slavery are," said Tornadin, looking at Tatyana with a appraising eye. "I sometimes wonder at the very propriety of it. Then, at other times, I find myself eagerly anticipating the commanding of a slave. Do you comprehend that, Tatyana?" Tatyana nodded. "I can see where the lure would be strong, master," she said. "Like, right now, I could send you to perform service in the barracks in this estate, to entertain the troops for a few nights," he said, giving her a knowing glance. Tatyana's expression did not change, though she had to force a mouthful of wine in the proper direction to avoid coughing. She nodded. "Milord would be within his rights," she said as soon as she got her throat in proper order. "Or, I could slit your throat - kill you where you sit, and no one would comment. "Milord could do that indeed, without issue," she said in reply though her throat suddenly felt like it were a parched field. It was not yet abject depression that took residence, for she had dealt with men with peculiar tastes before, and knew some spoke more grandly than they acted. However, she did not get that feeling from young Lord Tornadin, he seemed the sort that could command what he proposed. The wine did little to relieve the dryness in her throat. "Not that I would waste a good, loyal retainer in such a manner," he said. "And one who is attractive, as well. Despite the questionable references of your former owners, the records that accompanied you from the Lady Tomasino show that you were seldom punished and very seldom given anything but glowing assessments. A well run house would keep records of the events in their slaves' lives, illnesses, required disciplining, training, and other matters that might well matter to future owners and were the stuff that made up the slave's life. Slaves were often proud of a good record, and considered it very important, for they had little to call their own. "Milord is generous with praise," she said, bowing her head, but looking up at him with her glittering brown eyes through her square-cut bangs. The subservient posture took a score of years from her features and her eyes looked large and luminous, despite their near black color. "When we are alone, you may call me Tornadin," he said while he wondered if she knew precisely what she was doing or else was an instinctively seductive woman. "But only when it is but you and I." "Thank you, Tornadin," she said, without any pause and smiled. "You honor me further." Tornadin sighed deeply, allowing himself a wide smile in response. He rather liked Tatyana. She was pretty, if a bit old and seemed quite intelligent, too; a very desirable trait in a personal slave. He rather regretted the necessities of his plans, but necessities, they were. - - - The Palace of Tressen seemed to Siska a confection of white fluff and gold filigree. The texture of the stuccoed brick that covered it seemed like the icing on a cake, and so stark white that even in the rain and the dimness of night that it gleamed. The trim in gold and crimson glittered in reflected light from the enclosed lamps about the long drive and surrounding the huge structure. "It doesn't look real," said Siska as the two girls peered out the carriage window. They were stopped, side on to the palace, awaiting to turn onto the long horseshoe drive into the grounds. Other carriages were making the turn and the drivers waited between them to give the passengers a chance to debark before the next carriage would arrive under the long awning that covered the entrance. Keeley nodded. "I've never seen it by night and lit up so," she said. "It looks like something form a bard's tale." Their carriage lurched forward and they turned onto the drive. Keeley and Siska both seemed to turn a bit green as the butterflies that had been fluttering around inside them began a new attempt to flee their bodies. "If you're half as nervous as me, I pity you," said Keeley, giving her friend a grin that was half grimace. Siska giggled at that, though the laugh had the same sounds of trepidation in it that was in her best friend's voice. She had to force her hands to relax, as she found herself gripping the silk of her skirts in her fingers, trying to wrinkle the material or simply drive her fingernails through the cloth. The carriage clattered to a stop with the horses dancing in their harnesses and the driver clucking at them patiently. A pair of jerky motions told the girls that the footmen had leaped from the running board on the back and they could be heard walking hastily to the door. Both girls stood, hastily smoothing their skirts and checking one another's hair. It was a shame to travel after having made oneself up. Even the gentlest of carriage rides had a way of mussing a person's carefully crafted appearance. The door opened and light poured in from the lamplit entry area. Siska urged Keeley to step out first and the girl hesitantly held out her hand to the awaiting footman, who held his out from the moment the door was opened. He aided her down and she stood at the side of the carriage a short moment, looking about with wide eyes. A deep blue carpet ran from the door of the carriage to the massive double doors into the palace itself. Over a hundred lamps filled the area with bright light, reflected thousands of times off gilding and crystal, hanging amid them. The floor, itself, gleamed, made of white polished marble, fitted so closely that it seemed of a single piece, despite the nearly fifty feet of it from carriage to doors. She did not even notice Varan until he moved. The darkness outside the area of bright illumination hid him in his shining black uniform. He held out his arm, smiling and she returned the smile, some of the panic that she had been showing draining from her face. "You look lovely," he said in a soft voice as she took his arm. "A princess." Keeley blushed, looking down at the intricate weave of the blue carpet, patterned in tiny squares of deeper and more shallow tufting. "And you look very handsome, Defender," she said in a demure voice, causing herself to blush further. They stepped onto the carpet and he guided her to turn so that they could watch Siska debark the carriage and Mannis stepped up to stand beside the door. Siska's eyes were, if anything larger than Keeley's as she peered about her. Her mouth formed into a small 'o' of amazement and she had to try twice to put her foot solidly on the carpet from the carriage's high step. When Mannis stepped up to her side, she beamed, however, taking his arm with a bit more enthusiasm than strict manners called for, almost clinging to him. "I've missed seeing you," he said softly. "And I you, Mannis," said Siska as they, too, stepped off from the carriage. The footman closed the door and jogged to the back of the carriage again, clambering up to his standing post on its rear before it started trundling off, making way for the next carriage coming up the long drive. Mannis turned his eyes to her. "That dress is lovely," he said. "I fell I am escorting a highborn lady." Siska giggled and touched his arm with her free hand. "You flatter me overmuch, Defender Mannis," she said. "Nonsense, Blue Sister," he replied in an equally formal form of address. Keeley and Varan had turned before them and they followed the other couple toward the massive doors. The doors to the palace were said to be Ornthal wood, native to lands far from Murder Isle, a gift of the Windir elves. They were black, or very nearly so, though they somehow seemed to glow with a burnished warmth despite that. They might be black, but they did not give the impression of dark. The doors pivoted silently on oiled hinges and opened wide, being pushed by two young men in royal livery each. Siska had never seen the violet and silver livery of the royal palace before and watched the young satin-clad boys with interest as they shoved the doors aside and stood expectantly, holding the doors open. The boys bowed as they four passed the doors and into the grand foyer. If the entryway had impressed Siska and Keeley, the foyer snatched their breath and left them gasping. Columns rose from another white marble floor, the columns chiseled from glittering red-brown stone. Each had fluting running up its length that caused the tall spires of stone to shimmer as they rose fifteen paces into the air. Light stones illuminated the chamber, behind ornate hanging chandeliers of etched and faceted crystal, throwing gleaming sparks of light throughout the massive area. The room, itself, was larger than Phillip's entire home, fifty paces front to back and twenty wide, at the least. The walls were of the same marble as the floors, and the corners of floor and wall, and where walls joined were crafted to create a smooth transition, making the room appear without seams or edges. Beside each column, gray clad Defender trainees stood at attention, eyes locked forward except when directly addressed by a passer by. "Why are they here?" asked Siska, noticing the young trainees as they replied to other visitors. Mannis looked at one. "To act as guides and provide information," he said. "The palace is a large place and it is easy to get lost." Keeley had overheard them and half turned her head. "I could almost get lost in this one room." Music drifted in through matched sets of double doors at the far end of the foyer, violin, cello, and harp. The soft strains of the stringed instruments gave the people in the foyer a seeming air of peacefulness. Many smiles were directed toward the two couples. Most of the guests in attendance were families of the graduating Defenders, else they were nobles and other important person of the city who would take any opportunity to dress in finery and let themselves be seen. A distant knot of light blue caught Siska's eye and she saw Phillip, Tarmal, and Salira amid a half dozen other members of the Blue Order. She had expected their simple blue robes to be frumpy amid the splendor of the palace and the finery of the other guests, but this was far from the truth. Somehow, the robes gave the wizards a simple elegance that belied their true stature. It was understated and subtle, but they seemed to not need to polish themselves to shine. Salira noted her stare and smiled at her. This gained the attention of the remaining members who all turned to glance at her. Siska flinched inside, stiffening herself for the disapproving looks that surely would be directed at her, given her actions of a few days before. The looks she feared did not materialize. All the wizards, Phillip included, beamed toward her. What had happened was past, she thought, she was performing her penances, her punishment had been set, and she was, maybe, to be forgiven? Then the truth of it dawned on her. What had happened was between herself and the Blue Order, and outsiders need not know of the matters of wizards. That sudden epiphany settled on her like a shroud, and she felt a distance grow between her and Keeley, and even Mannis in an instant. Siska was not foolish enough to believe she were better than others. More skilled, perhaps, in one area, but not better. However, she was different from them. Sadness wrapped about her heart at that knowledge. She knew now why Salira and Tarmal had wed, despite their appearance of being little more than good friends. She would have to speak to Salira of this later. In the meantime, she gripped Mannis' arm all the tighter. The raised eyebrow from Mannis made her say, "I'm somewhat fearful of large groups." He nodded in understanding. "They break us of that by forcing us to address massed gatherings," he said. "Until we can do so without any show of worry." He chuckled to himself and touched her cool fingers with his warming palm. "It took me most of two years, and they made me stand before crowds twice a week." Siska smiled at that. Mannis was a good man, and a brave man, from what she knew of Defenders. Boldness played as much in their training as skill and knowledge. One had to have a certain mettle before one could finish out their demanding training regimen. Defender trainees were notorious for getting into trouble throughout Tressen. From brawls to pranks to even involving themselves in political intrigue. The various powers in the city, such as the guilds and the noble houses, regularly complained to the deaf ears of the commanders of the Defenders. The commanders would rebut them with the point that they needed men of adventurous spirit in the position of the Defenders, and that he would more likely throw out a young man who seemed satisfied to simply sit in his room when not training. She wondered what sort of mischief Mannis and Varan had gotten up to during their days as trainees. "We have some time before the ceremony," said Mannis, walking her toward a grouping of other black clad young men. There were older Defenders at the ceremony, as well, but they were easily identified by the gleaming silver hilts of their swords, as opposed to the polished bronze hilts that the younger men wore. "Would you like to meet my squad?" It seemed Varan was asking Keeley something very similar and both the young women nodded assent at the same time.

Raster stood over Gwennet and shook his head in disgust. You could at least act like you want to do this. Donning a meek smile, Gwennet, apprentice footpad to Raster, said, Sorry, boss. She was lying flat upon her back. A guard lay atop her, where Raster had delivered him to slumber land with a well-placed little sack of lead pellets. She grunted as she levered the deadweight off of herself, he was still breathing, for which she was glad. Had he been dead, she would have pushed the body off with more speed, no doubt, but then Gwennet would have run until she found open water. Raster was leaning on a nearby wall as she stood. Look, girl, youre too damn skinny to be a whore, and too nice to kill people for money. He smoothed his oiled black hair with one hand. I dont know if this will work out, you know? The young girls eyes brimmed with tears. Please, Raster, give me another chance, she pleaded, Ill do better. She touched his forearm with her slender hand. The old thief snorted. You said that yesterday, Gwen. I just dont think youve got what it takes to be a second-storey man. He looked at her levelly, fixing her gray eyes with his own blue eyes. Why dont you find a nice, hard-working lad and settle down? You know, have a few babies, and live a long, healthy, safe life? The tears began to fall, and Raster felt his heart twist, as if in a vice. He had raised Gwennet, or Gwen, as he called her, since her mom died from a crazy who had hired her for one nights tumble. He had avenged her mother, stabbing the freak in an alley three nights later. It had not made the little girls life any easier, but at least Raster could look her in the eye afterward. Raster had provided for her well enough; she had always eaten at least one meal a day, and had a roof that only leaked a little over her head at night. She was a bright girl, he knew that by the fact that she had managed to stay alive in the Swarm, the worst part of Vilders. Gwen was quick, too. He had seen that several times when colleagues of his, who had a penchant for younger flesh, had failed to catch her. So far as Raster knew, she was a virgin. He knew she had taken a couple of suitors. Other than catching one of them in her room one night with her mouth on his pole, hed not seen anything to show she was otherwise active. He approved of that; an unwanted pregnancy would doom her quick. She could not even opt for the nice, hard-working lad escape. The memory of chasing that young suitor friend of hers out of the house and down a few streets of the Swarm brought back pleasant memories of Gwen. How she had smiled at his bad jokes and how she covered him when he came home and passed out, even taking off his boots in those instances. She was a good girl. Perhaps its my own fault, Gwen, said Raster. I shouldnt have pushed you into this trade. Youre too blasted nice. What am I to do then? asked the young woman whom he loved like his own get. Not that he would ever have any of his own, not since that brawl where his eggs got smashed by a drunken Coghlander. His stick still worked, but he was as sterile as a healers privy. He put his long, slender arm over her narrow shoulders. Im serious about finding a good young man. Youre pretty enough, if a touch on the skinny side. Some young apprentice smith or tanner or maybe jeweler would be happy to take you home to meet his momma. She giggled at him. Yeah, I can see it now: Hello mother, this is my new fiancee from the Swarm, Gwennet. Gwen made a sour face and wiped her tear-streaked cheeks. Now dearie, you dont have to go and tell them youre from there, said Raster, waving in the direction of their home, even as they started making their way toward it. They were crossing a street several blocks away when a guardsman of the watch walked up to them, swinging his baton by its thong. You two, whatre you up to at this hour? he asked, his expression already accusing, convicting, and sentencing them. Without the slightest pause or hesitancy, Gwennet turned to him, her voice slurred and her eyes unfocused. Well, constable, Ive just had a good fucking from my good man here, and were going to go home and hes going to fuck me a bit more. She grabbed Rasters groin. Hes hung like a damn mule, and I cant get enough of his great, whopping cock. The guard chuckled. I see, he said, looking at the two of them. Be careful, miss, else someone else may take a liking to you. She turned up her lips in a brilliant smile. Like Id be bothered by that, either, especially a big, stud of a man in uniform, she slurred. Then to be sure he would not try to take her up on that offer she burped and covered her mouth. She turned away and fell into the corner of a nearby house, heaving her shoulders and making extremely disgusting sounds. The guard patted Rasters shoulder, Hope she dont hurl on you in bed, friend, said the guard, chuckling, and then moving on down the street. Good work, lass, said Raster when the guard had turned a corner a ways off. Gwen stood from the corner and smiled at him. See? I am a good thief. They started toward their home again. That crotch grab was a good touch, said Raster. Surprised even me with that. She giggled at him. You getting stiff surprised me, old man, I thought you said your days of that were past. He shrugged. If someone plays with my piece like that, its liable to rise up to see whats about, you know? And dont get no ideas, youre still a skinny little waif. I know, said Gwen, I cant even interest an old pervert. Her face turned down toward the drizzle-slicked cobbles. Raster sighed. Gwen, thats not what I meant. Had I not raised you, Id probably be laying my stick to you right now, if youd have me. His surprisingly honest eyes turned to her. Itd be like pounding my own daughter. She giggled, and then turned a sidelong glance at him. I know a few girls whove bedded their own dads. Or, at least, their own dads bedded them. Raster grunted. Yeah, and those men deserve a dagger between their ribs if it gets found out. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Ill never touch you like that, Ill cut the damn thing off first. Youre too precious to me as a daughter to be my woman. The smile she gave him made his heart swell with pride. When she smiled like that, all teeth and generous lips, she was lovely, and it honored him to have raised a woman who could make her face so lovely with a simple smile. They were entering the Swarm now, and both began watching warily about them. Interestingly, those who have the least to steal are often the first picked off in the Swarm, like Raster and Gwen. However, Raster had enough local reputation that most folk left him be, and by association, Gwennet. They were passing the House of the Blue Door, a brothel. One of the girls who worked there hung her head out and called to Gwennet. Gwen, when are you going to come work here, dearie? Ive made two marks tonight, already. Raster turned to the whore and said, And how many men have shoved their pricks into you for those two big marks? The whore, a girl named Amerisa, grinned at him. Only seven, unless youre wanting to pay for a ride? Gwennet bowed up, which was singularly unimpressive given her rather minuscule bustline, and said, If he wants a piece of tail. Ill give him my virgin hole before I let him pay some whore a plug tenthmark for a tumble. He has to but ask me. Amerisa laughed at her. And do you wonder why hes not taken you to bed yet? she said. All these years with you right there in the same little shack, and hes yet to poke you even once? The younger woman clenched her fists, making her knuckles glow in the flickering lamplight of the street. The whore was having fun now. Youre so damn ugly, even though youd give him a tight, unused cunt to poke, hed rather pay me a quarter mark to let me mouth him. She flipped her long brown hair teasingly. Ask him, he knows. Amerisa turned and went back into the brothel. Gwennet was crying again. Is that true? she asked through her tears. Youve paid her, knowing you could have me? Dammit, Gwen, Ive explained that, just five minutes ago, said Raster. I only dont touch you because its not natural to want your own daughter. Her eyes grew cold. Probably helps a bit that Im uglier than a homemade bar of soap. Raster had this fight with her before. What, you want me to fuck you? he asked. Right, then, hike your skirt and grab your ankles. Gwennet grinned broadly and turned her backside toward him, beginning to lift her skirt. Stop that dammit, he said, I cant even scare you anymore. He grabbed her elbow and dragged her, still giggling at him, down the street, mumbling as he went. - - - - - - - - - - Gwennet was alone in the little house come morning. He had probably gone off to fence his loot from last night, a couple of silver candleholders and three balanced throwing blades. She looked through the pantry and found only a half a loaf of bread and a wheel of cheese so moldy she had to cut almost a third of it away to eat it. Washing that down with cheap wine, as if anyone with half a brain would drink water in the Swarm, she got ready to face the day. Today would be low tide, and she might be able to find some salvage in the mud flats of the bay. She would have to compete with other scroungers, but she might get lucky today and find something worth a half mark. Usually, eight hours of slogging in the mud only netted one mud, but she was pretty lucky so far. She grabbed her long-tined rake and headed to the flats. No sooner had she begun to scrape on the surface, and a few inches down, when a young man approached her. He was Tomasio, one of the boys from the Swarm. Well, Gwennet, fancy finding you here, said Tomasio, grinning. Gwen turned a hard eye to him. Come, now, Tomasio, does this look at all like a place to try to romance a girl? Even as fancy as you talk and all, I really just cant get into the mood. Tomasio shrugged. I just have to follow my heart. The young woman leaned upon her rake, resting a moment. She looked at her bare legs below where she had tied her skirt at her thigh, and at the mud, which covered her to her knees. Her shoes were tied about her neck. One did not leave anything sitting about in the Swarm that they expected to see again. The mud was cold and squished between her toes. More likely, following your hard on. The youth, he really was quite handsome, grew somewhat perturbed-looking. You shouldnt be so picky, girl. Its likely to be the last offer you get from a man with all his teeth or even fingers. Several other nearby muckrakers looked at them, some of the lads smiling at the little drama. Gwennet grinned at him. Any man I would have only has to have his tongue, not his teeth, and needs but one finger to take care of my needs. Ive spoken to other girls regarding your finger there, little man, and unless theyre lying grossly, either tongue or finger would please me more. Tomasios eyes grew wide and he bowed up, standing straight. One of his large hands curled into an equally large fist. You smart-ass little cunt, he said, his teeth gritting. I should teach you some damn manners. Gwen had pushed too hard, and knew it now. Tomasio was popular with the other lads; they would never sell him out, even if he killed her. Before she could think more of it she was blinking at a lamp hanging over her, swaying hypnotically. A hollow wooden creak sounded from somewhere. She was on a ship, and her jaw and cheek hurt mightily. She raised her hand to her cheek and touched it, then pulled her hand away from the pain, wincing, which also hurt it further. Be careful of that, young woman, it is terribly bruised, as is most of you. Come to think of it, she did note that she hurt all over, with her jaw just being the worst of it. Tomasio had worked her over good. To top it off, he had stripped her, apparently, for she felt no clothes on her. She gingerly lifted her head from the pillow upon which it rested and looked down. She was covered at least, by a white sheet, very white. Sun poured in through a largish window on one side of the little room and struck the sheet, causing it to gleam. Now that she was looking about, she looked toward where the voice had come, still trying to place the crisply accented Ghantian. The mans face that regarded her was beautiful. His sharp features were slender and slightly sloped, even his great silver eyes, and then she flicked her gaze to his long, slender, pointed ears. You, youre an elf, she stammered. The young man looked down at himself then back toward her with his eyes wide and a broad smile. So I am. I am grateful that my heritage is cleared up. She giggled, a function that hurt somewhat, but still was fun to do. Sorry, I suppose you do know. The young elf stood up and said. I am called Gevathen. I am the ships healer for the Golden Hawk. One foot moved forward and he lowered his upper body gracefully to rest against the outstretched thigh, his hands crossed over his chest. She looked about herself. I thought I was aboard a ship. My name is Gwennet. A lovely name. Gevathen smiled at her. Her heart throbbed in her chest at his lovely smile, and it forced her to smile in return. Gwen felt her cheeks burning red with the kindly spoken words. Her face flickered through emotion, and then settled upon concern. How did I get here? Whoever left you in the mud for dead did not realize you were still going to float from those sacks of air under your arms you had. He lifted the pair of leather sacks that she had meant to fill with goods when she had found them. A poorly planned murder, if you ask me. She smiled weakly. Im glad of that. As am I, he said firmly. I have never met a human in person before, you are the first I have spoken to. He stroked his silver-white hair, bound in a ponytail. The movement reminded her of Raster. One save me, she gasped, trying to sit up. I have to be getting home, Raster will wonder about me. Ive been gone since just after dawn. The elf moved like quicksilver, pushing her down into the mattress beneath her with a gentle hand. I do not believe you know the extent of what befell you. Gwen turned her gray eyes to him. What do you mean? I mean, replied the elven healer, you have been unconscious for five days, we feared you would die of swelling of the mind. She touched her head. Several large lumps greeted her fingers. Still, hell be worried, I must go home, at the soonest. Not that Im not grateful for your help. Gevathens eyes glittered in the waning light. Again, I fear you do not know the extent of your situation. I brought you aboard against the wishes of the captain, and he bade me that he would keep his schedule despite you. He shrugged. We are no longer in the Bay of Vilders. No longer in the bay? asked Gwen. Then where are we? Gevathen smiled at her. I am no navigator, but I would guess somewhere between Costa Roja and the Crystern Chain. The young woman blinked a moment, trying to wrap her mind about his words. Crystern Chain? Isnt that a death trap? The elf smirked. For others, perhaps, but we are aboard one of the finest ships on the seas, and everyone knows to fear trimarans for a reason. We move to resupply one of the Starre Island ships, which has become damaged, with some needed smithed components. He moved to a cabinet and dug out a large clay jar. Of all their good qualities, our cousins, the Starre Islanders are horrible smiths. He sat the jar on a little table next to her bed. I need to ointment your bruises, you nearly lost some patches of skin to the damage, and they still need help. Her fingers gripped the edge of the sheet to her chest. What? said Gwennet. Pull down my sheet? But Im naked under here. A look of amusement came to the elfs beautiful, slim features. Milady Gwennet, I have been tending you for five days. I had my fill of fondling you two days ago, sorry you missed the fun. She grinned at this quick-tongued elf. I guess you would have, being as there is little of me to fondle. She released the sheet and let him pull it down to her calves. She lifted her own head and looked down. There were ugly purple and blue bruises over most of her body. What the hell did he do, charge admission to kick me once I was down? Seems a good guess, in my opinion, said Gevathen, eyeing the bruises. He began lathing large globs of some blue-green ointment onto the larger bruises, and rubbing it in with fingers that were quick, nimble, and gentle. Even when he rubbed over one breast, it felt less erotic than businesslike. Apparently, you were laying on your back and that is mostly unhurt. I propose that the gentleman who struck you knocked you out completely, then he proceeded to kick you, thinking you were feigning unconsciousness. Sounds like Tomasio, murmured Gwennet. That bastard. The young elf moved to the door. I will return with some broth for you in a moment. When he did return, he was carrying a bowl of some warm broth, which made her stomach rumble, so subtly spiced as it was. He then produced a bottle and pulled the cork out. I managed to sneak you a bit of wine, but only one half cup. After the warm broth and the wine, she was groggy and soon nearing sleep. Her eyes closed, she lay and listened to the gulls outside her window. She heard two elven voices speaking outside the door to her tiny room, the healer and another, sterner voice, but equally beautiful. It was almost as if she were hearing each sing a line of a song, back and forth. A few moments later the healer came back into the room. That amount of Oil of Forgetful Slumber should keep you resting, my lovely human, until we are well away from Starre Island. She wished to open her eyes to show him that the potion had not worked, but she could not, it worked enough to keep her still, at the least. Soon after, she slept. When the sun came up again, she heard Gevathen enter her room; she still could not open her eyes. Still resting? Good, he said, I really did not wish to do this, but the captain insists. He sighed deeply. I hope you do not remember what I had to do, I would be heartbroken if you were to be wroth with me. He pulled down her sheet again and she screamed inside for him to stop. But once again, he simply treated her bruises with the ointment, neither lingering too long in any one place, nor moving to anywhere a bruise did not lead him. With another sigh, he lifted the sheet. How I long to touch your body with hands other than those of a healer, he murmured. He then lifted her head and gave her a sip of more wine; she felt it numb her throat, but not badly. She was becoming resistant to this particular potion, it seemed. As he walked to the door he said, But not until you have given me leave. The door clicked shut and she turned her head, spitting out the wine. She was able to move now. She wondered if, perhaps, the elves were mistaken about the efficacy of the Oil of Forgetful Slumber. In pain, she lifted her body from the bed and sat up. How long had she been asleep earlier? The bruises seemed noticeably less terrible, and she was able to touch them with only mild pain. She found her clothes, mended, and cleaned, in the cabinet, next to the clay jar. After she donned them, she moved to the door and turned the brass handle. The door opened a crack and she peered out. The corridor before her was long and narrow; her door was about midway down the passages length. No one moved in the corridor. Gwennet moved into the hallway and turned left, proceeding down it as quietly as she could. Elves were said to have keener hearing than humans possessed. A staircase sat to her right, moving upward and downward. Taking the stairs up two at a time, she came to a door. Opening it, she looked out over a flat deck that was long and broad. Standing not five paces from her was an elf, but not like Gevathen. This elf was tall, taller, by far than her, and built as broadly as a man. He had dark skin, the color of dark beer. His long, black hair reached midway down his back, and he had tattoos down one arm and leg, a pattern that repeated and reminded her of a sea serpant. He was speaking with another elf, one of the types she knew, fair skinned with blonde hair. The taller elf had his back mostly to her, but she could see enough of his face to see large, sloped, silver eyes. She decided that he must be a Starre Island Elf. She almost gasped with the realization. No one she knew ever claimed to have even seen a Starre Island Elf, personally. The ship was standing still she realized, and looked over the two elves toward the nose of the ship. A small town lay there, looking almost like a single large, sprawling building with many courtyards. Over her head, great sails lay furled, mounted to masts reaching two hundreds of feet into the sky. She peered through the crack up at them and shook her head in awe. She had seen the elven vessels out in the bay, but never up close, they could not dock in Vilders shallow port. She had not imagined how great they truly were. Somewhere on the ship, a horn blew, and Gwennet feared she was discovered. However, the elves on the ship began to run about the deck, including the dark-skinned one, who ran for the right side, heading toward where another, similar ship lay moored. Within a minute the ship was moving again, using her clever sails to back up out of the slip they were parked in. She moved from her position behind the door to a large stack of barrels and crates lashed to the deck nearby. She hoped no one had seen her in the furor of activity on the ship. Elven voices called out from about the deck and in the rigging. She had not thought of the keen-eyed elves in the rigging, but she seemed to have not been noticed. Crawling under a flap of oilcloth, she hid as best she could. The crew seemed highly agitated, and she soon saw why. As the ship slowly came about, she saw a looming, dark shape. She had heard sailors talk of the vessel looming at the mouth of the elven bay. A warbarge of the Black Theocracy. As vast as the elven ship was, the barge would be larger, she was sure, she heard the smallest of them were four hundreds of feet long. Turning about, she saw the other ship still moored. Gwennet hoped that they would try to escape the barge, but it seemed quite the opposite, they were moving to engage the heretics vessel. As this realization dawned upon her, she felt a hand grip her shoulder, and a smooth, cultured elven voice said, Please do not move. I do not wish to hurt you. She did as he said, freezing like a statue. She moved, however, when he goaded her by pulling upon her shoulder. She was led up an exterior set of stairs and onto another large, flat deck that seemed to cover the whole rear third of the vessel. Overhead now, great expanses of sailcloth bellied in the winds, and the ship felt like it was sliding on ice. Across this deck he walked her then up another set of stairs to where he found some elves clustered about a massive wheel, so large, it extended below the deck, with only about four feet protruding above the deck, maybe a quarter of the overall radius. You simply refuse to stay asleep, human, said an elf wearing a silver sash with blue trim. It matters little now, the enemy has figured out our plight and we may not survive this day. The pretty, but stern little man pointed toward the barge. If both ships were operational, we might win, but they came in here seeking a wounded warship, but instead find a hale and hearty merchantman. I fear we will be no match, lest we can ram her solidly. Apparently, this was the captain. The healer came jogging up a moment later. There you are, he said, accusingly, I was worried ill over your disappearance. She nodded. Im ever so sorry your drugging of me was less effective than you had planned. Gevathen shook his head. It was not to hurt you, please understand that. He wrung his hands. It was simply to keep you from alarming the Starre Islanders, they cannot abide non-elves being even moored to their island. You could have told me, said Gwennet, looking back at the elf with hard eyes. Yes, Gwennet, I could have said, Pardon me, miss, but I have to knock you out for another day. The elfs eyes grew rather amused. I am certain that you would have simply said, of course. The captain interjected, It is pointless now, we are no longer docked on Starre Island, so the issue is moot. With those words, he effectively silenced the argument. Someone give the lass a blade, for she will have to fight, too, I fear. One of the elven crewmen nearby handed her a small sword, hilt first. She took it from him. It was light as air and very, very sharp. The hyandai of my mother, use it well, said the female elf. Her eyes glittered silver as she handed it over. They were moving over the water with great speed now, this was what trimarans did best, Gwen knew, they were the fastest things on the water. The captain screamed out something in elven and a huge sail bellied up from the deck, rising like it was trying to take the ship into the sky. It was massive, and lead the ship and it was dyed vivid colors, red, and blue, and yellow, and green. The ship surged forward with such force that she had to stumble to keep her footing. She could hear the hiss of the water under the ship now, and the barge was growing rapidly. Its dark shape looming before them, the barge turned broadsides to them. Spears rained toward the elven vessel, most of them missing, but some striking the great, colorful sail and rending it terribly. The large elven ship had momentum now, and losing the spinnaker would hardly slow her. On the topmost deck of the barge, a green glow formed, it pulsed once, and a ball of sickly green energy washed outward, like spherical ripples on a pond. It rolled over the elven ship. Around her, elves fell to the deck. Those in the rigging fell, many into the waters, some onto the deck with sickening sounds of breaking bones. Even those did not cry out. She looked about herself in horror at the fallen elves; all of them lay about, some face down, others, including the captain and Gevathen, lying face up. The elven ship was veering off course, turning toward the rear of the huge barge before them. The wheel turned lazily to the right, spinning of its own accord. The captain sighed out his breath. Wheel, he said in little more than a whisper. Ram ship. On the battle barge, the jubilation began. The Templar in command, an experienced lord in the service of the One smiled. Very good, they are down and we will capture this prize intact. Your plan worked well, sorcerer. The shaven-skulled man beside him grinned and nodded. My command, he said, his voice was raspy and hoarse from the incantation he had just finished to knock out the entire crew in one swoop. His ten assistants lay on the deck of the barge, two dead. It was a costly ritual, but was well worth the results. Yes, yes, Gamduhr, your command, said the Templar, eager to have the creepy little man off his ship. Prepare to give chase, it seems they will miss us, as you predicted. I told you elven ships pull to the direction more to the wind, the little bald sorcerer said. Prepare to fire grappling harpoons! screamed the Templar. About them, ballistae turned toward the elven ship, waiting for her to come within grappling range. Gwennet grabbed the wheel and began spinning it rapidly back to the left. She was stronger than most elves and it turned easily. The Golden Hawk was a slow maneuvering beast and at first she did not respond to the change in her rudder and braking spines. Ballast, said the captain, in that breathy whisper. His eyes flickered toward two levers, one right of the wheel and the other left. They lingered on the one on the right. She ran to the one on the right, pulling it. The right side of the ship rose in the water as tons of sand and gravel spilled from ballast bins in the underside of the hull. She sprinted back to the wheel, holding it hard left. What the hell? asked the Templar, when in a sudden motion, the elven ship banked sharply. Just as she came into grappling range, she turned toward them with a speed he had never seen a trimaran turn. The ship was still doing nearly thirty knots when the left outrigger cut the rear quarter of the barge off cleanly. The sorcerer, as well, was in that razor-edged path and the Templar watched him be bisected by the leading, steel edge of the sponson. With the death of the one who had ensorcled them, the elves quickly regained their feet. The Golden Hawk was brought about and slowed. The barge was sinking. Smaller Starre Island boats were coming forth to deal with the survivors and recovering the elves that had fallen into the water. Within an hour, they were underway again, the trimaran slicing water toward Vilders. Back in her bed, Gwennet was being ministered by Gevathen. You really should not have gotten up yet, he said, in a soft voice. But we are all glad you did. She smiled up at him. Did the captain mean what he said about reward? Gevathen nodded. If there is anything upon this ship you desire, it is yours. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she pulled the sheet aside. My first wish, then, is for you to touch me in a way other than a healer would, you beautiful man. The elf blinked at her nude body, then swallowed hard. I do not think. ... You said anything on the ship, said Gwennet firmly. A smile came to the elfs perfect lips. Indeed, I did, agreed Gevathen. He leaned forward and kissed her. Her skinny arms went about his neck and she pulled him down onto her. He did not resist. His fingers moved down her body. Despite their coolness, they made her warm wherever they touched her. They moved with near infinite softness over her flesh, like a feather. Her nipples stiffened under one finger, and her stomach quivered as the finger moved past it. When his slender hand moved between her legs, she felt something she never imagined. She had touched herself before, but compared to this elven mans hand, her own was like rubbing a brick on your skin. Silk would feel coarse next to the smoothness that brushed her entrance and clitoris. The finger moved rapidly over her like that, and soon she writhed upon the bed in climax, her spine arching upward, and her voice letting loose with joy. Gevathen looked down at her. You humans have powerful releases, as well, I see, he said. Gwennet watched as he stripped off his clothes; he stood before her, slim, though muscled, and nude. His organ protruded forward, proof that she was not the only one looking forward to this. To lose ones virginity to an elf was an accomplishment that few Ghantian women could claim. Wont being with you as my first ruin me for humans? she asked as he moved toward her and knelt beside the bed. He grinned. Possibly, though if it does, I suppose I will have to take over all maintenance in that area, no? He rose again and moved to lie atop her, but she reached out a hand and stroked his stiff rod first. I wish to see it, she said, Ive only held one and the lad was so eager for me to mouth it, I barely got to look at it. Gevathen sat upon the edge of the bed and let her look to her hearts content. She stroked the skin, and pushed the delicate foreskin back from the head at the end of the slim shaft. Nowhere was a hair to be seen. He was smooth as a babys backside, as they say. Her fingers gripped with some force and he groaned. You are very strong, careful, he said. Gwennet smiled and moved her head forward and over the end of the organ. Soon she had his whole length within. His slender fingers knotted into her brown hair and he pulled her toward him. His moans were amazingly feminine, and his touch, though he was being somewhat forceful with his thrusts, was very gentle. She smiled up at him as he twitched his body. Then she felt her mouth fill with his seed. It tasted of cinnamon, and she widened her eyes at that, for she had pleased one man with her mouth once and it did not taste that way. Eagerly, she swallowed it and moaned in pleasure as she did so. Releasing him from her lips, she smiled up at him again. You taste delicious, she said. The elf stroked her hair. Does that mean you will do that again sometime? he asked. She nodded and he sighed. But first, you have yet to finish my request. Gevathen nodded and closed his eyes. A moment later his organ, already flaccid, rose again, stiffing into a straight rod again. With many kisses and gentle touches, he laid atop her. Gwennet was so excited; he had no problem at all entering her. Elves, in general were not overly endowed, and human women could accommodate them with ease. There was a brief twinge of pain, but less than a second of it was followed by many minutes of pleasure, then again by many more as Gevathen focused himself inward and rose again. Throughout the night, their bodies twined and she was thoroughly loved as dawn came upon the ship, even as she arched her back in climax herself. Sinking back onto the bed, she cuddled the slim elf atop her. She was taller by two inches and probably outmassed him by a stone. Somehow, though, she was confident that some big man could not have pleased her any more. She realized with a start he was asleep and let him rest, he was not heavy, and he was warm. She stroked his back and neck and let him lie, still within her welcoming body. - - - - - - - - - - Epilogue - Raster was very afraid. The guards had dragged him from his home and they had brought him to the docks. One of the punishments that the city-state could hand out, even to petty thieves, was export to the Crystern Islands, to fight in the unending wars there. Had a guard recognized him? Especially the one he had knocked out two weeks ago. He was standing upon the dock. It was the long pier, the only one with a deep channel to the bay. As he watched in awe, an elven trimaran, with a huge hawk on her nose, painted in gold slid into the moorage. It loomed over this warf district, throwing the docks into shadow of her great hull. The masts rose into the sky like the spires of a cathedral. Elves moved about the deck and in the rigging, swarming down to the gangplank, which was extending. Hundreds of folk were upon the dock, and Raster even recognized a punk from the Swarm standing nearby, with a pair of guards near him. Tomasio was his name, and Raster supposed he would be joining him on the little one-way trip to the Crystern Chain. The elves were resplendent in brightly colored uniforms, not like the grays they normally wore in port. They had formed into two rows down the wide gangplank and a goodly ways up the dock, nearly to Rasters own position. He wondered idly what bigwig was aboard the ship for such a reception. He saw an elven princess walking down the gangplank with an elf at her side, dressed as the others, in the bright white and green uniforms. As they moved down the twin rows of elves, each turned inward and drew out a long, glittering saber. They formed an archway of razor-sharp steel over the couples heads and it was quite the show. The crowd oohd and aahd as they moved onto the dock and turned toward the shore. About halfway down the long rows of men, Rasters eyes betrayed him, for the elven princess he saw looked like Gwennet. He blinked a few times, and then rubbed them. It was her. She was looking dead at him, and the smile he cherished so much was affixed to her face as if molded in steel. A few more steps and he could stand it no longer, he ran toward her. None moved to stop him and Gwennet broke from the elf at her side and ran to Raster. They embraced under a glittering cloud of blades and the elves about them said many beautiful words and a few even sang. Raster grinned at her and pulled back to stand at arms length from her. Look at you, an elven princess and all. He eyed the long braid down her right cheek. It had many strands of silver-white hair within it. The elf that she had been walking with walked up and stood beside her, beaming at the pretty girl in the blue silken gown. Raster looked at him, and noted the braid with brown hairs intermingled, Gwennets color. The elf bowed. I am called Gevathen, I am the ships healer for the Golden Hawk. His blue eyes glittered as he looked up at Raster. My betrothed bids me inform you I am a good, hard-working lad. Raster laughed and embraced the alarmed-looking elf in a bear hug. Good lad, said the old rogue. Good lad. The elves all turned as one, and the captain of the ship, obvious by his golden sash, walked forward and presented a small chest into Rasters hands. Her reward for saving the Golden Hawk, sir. She is a credit to her family and to Vilders. Then the captain turned to Tomasio. Sir, if we ever hear of you even looking at Gwennet of Clan Leventhan, or speaking to her, you will have this entire crew to deal with. Is that understood? I suggest you find a new city in which to live, one that does not do business with elves. He spun sharply on his heel, and walked back toward the Golden Hawk. The guards released Tomasio and he fled the docks with haste, a few of his buddies moving with equal speed. The trio spoke for long moments, but Gevathen had to reboard the ship and said he would return in a month, to stay a long while. Gwennet gave him a crushing hug and long kiss to see him on his way. As Raster walked down the dock, his arms growing slightly sore from the surprising weight of the small chest, he looked at Gwennet. Nicely done, girl, stealing an elfs heart is no mean feat, he said, eyeing her trothplait again.

Murder Isle - Part Three - by Mack the Knife The next morning was shocking in its differences, as much as in the weather, which had turned cool. "Get up," said Phillip as he banged back the doors of the wardrobe. Siska, before thinking, slid out from beneath the warm coverlet and stood, blinking at him. He turned and regarded her slender, nude form, and she saw a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "As fine as you look, girl, we start your training this day, and I'll not be swayed by a well turned leg," he growled, tossing her powder blue robe to her. The soft silk felt like steel the way he threw it, the coolness in his voice. "Why are you being so mean of a sudden?" she asked. Phillip sighed, then glowered. "We will be toying with the very fabric of reality this morning," he said. "I told you that you were powerful. This is both good and bad. You will be able to channel vast amounts of energy, true, but you also have no control whatsoever, and you're starting later than most to learn that control." "And you're being mean why?" she asked, pulling on the robe and nearly crying. "Because, I cannot have you messing up, even once, until you have some of that control," he said. "You must do what I say, when I say do it, without fail or fear." "I will, Phillip, I've been obeying people my whole life without question," she said. "You don't have to treat me badly for me to follow instructions." Phillip had not thought of that, and blinked. "I suppose you have, Siska," he said quieting his tone and some of the hardness draining from his eyes. She thought she could see a thin film of fear leave him as well. "Training a novice is dangerous, at best," he said. "They often do harm to themselves. Most are only powerful enough to mark themselves, as I am marked. You, however, are powerful enough to kill yourself outright, or possibly me. Believe me when I say I take not pleasure being stern with you." "I do," she said, understanding his need for complete obedience and trust better, as well. She giggled a little. "You free me only to chain me again," she observed. "It does seem it, doesn't it?" he asked. "But I promise, these chains will make you stronger." He escorted her down the stairs and out into the back courtyard of the house. There was a bare stone circle there, sitting higher than the thick grasses. The cold breeze made her skin goosebump through the thin silk of her robe. \ "Remember when I lifted you the first night?" he asked. Siska gave him a stare. "As if I could forget being hoisted by magic and having my clothes torn from me," she said blandly. "Good," he observed. "Now, I want you to contact that part of yourself that tore my magic from you." "I don't kno. . ." she started to say. "And that is exactly what the hell I meant!" he jumped, raising his voice to nearly a yell. "Just do as I say, try at the least!" Siska flinched back. One day as a freewoman, and I question the simplest of commands, she thought, perhaps he should have kept me a slave. She walked onto the stone circle and closed her eyes. She had felt the power well up from inside herself, the one that had ripped the strands of ghostly white magical force that had held her. Could she summon that power again, without something to impel her to do so? Phillip watched impassively, not saying anything. Nothing happened. For almost half an hour she focused her mind and Phillip sat back, finding a stone bench and reclined against a tree and continued watching her. "I cannot," she said, opening her eyes and staring at the harsh light of the day, from a sun with no warmth to share. "Keep trying," he said. "We can do this all day and into the night if needs be." "You could help me," she said. "No, it won't work that way, not again," he said. "You feared me then, you know now I won't hurt you, not like that." He raised an eyebrow. "Do you think being colder than you are now would help?" "No, mentor," she said through clenched teeth. He had told her she could choose to not call him by his formal title to her, but it seemed appropriate in this situation. Clouds had rolled in and the seemingly heatless sun blotted out. It seems that it was giving some feeble warmth, and now that offering was removed. Siska started to shiver. Siska wondered if this could be any more pointless then it started to rain. "Mentor, I cannot do this thing," she said, her voice rising into a whine. "Please, let's stop and go inside. Her blue robe was plastered to her body now, and all but transparent, as was Phillip's. He shook his head, though. "No," he said. "You will channel the energy before we leave this place, or you'll pass out on that rock from exhaustion." He waved his hand at the stone. "Try again, remember the power you felt." Crying she looked into herself. "Why?" she cried out. "Why can you not help me? Make me angry, do something!" "How can I do this without you telling me what I am doing?" begged Siska. Her eyes were puffy, though the rain washed any shed tears away. The saddening sight of her brought a lump to Phillip's throat. "You must learn to find the power yourself," he said, his voice softening only a little. "It is within you, the conduit, the gate, whatever you wish to call it. You've touched it before, whether you knew it or not, and you must find it now consciously and calmly." She tried to look inside herself, and examine that which she sensed. My skin I can sense through the cold and the wet, and I can mark that known. My eyes see, they see Phillip, worried, and they see the dull gray sky, and it is marked. My nose smells the wet, and the smell of smokes in the air from fireplaces, and, faintly, the stink of sewers overfull, and I mark that. My ears hear the rainfall, distant thunder, and Phillip's voice, calling to me, and I know that marked. I can taste my own dry mouth, the bitter taste of failure, and I mark that known. What is left? She could feel something else, something she had not seen for the other senses masking it. Now that they were known and discounted, marked to be known and not important, she saw the remaining thing, or felt it, or tasted it. The way she could sense it was not any of these things, it was more like, smelling light, or seeing a feather's touch. If it were seen, it was a coruscating light, flashing through the spectrum of colors before her. Siska had seen a prism, the mistress had owned a large one that stood in the garden. It had, when the sun shone through it, shattered the light into colorful bands that the younger children played in. This light had that quality, but was all colors at once, as well. Not that it was truly colors either, so much as flickering tastes, or touches, or sounds. "I can see it," she murmured and Phillip raised his head hopefully. "It flickers and flashes." "Yes, YES!" called Phillip, "touch it, take some of it." "It's tiny," she said. "I don't think I can just take some." "You can," promised the wizard. "Even you cannot take it all, take some." She felt her hands moving out to touch the thing. It felt spicy and sounded bright to her hands. This was the best she could think of it, but she took some of it. Phillip beamed as he saw the power suffuse her body. Suddenly, she was no longer getting wetter. Steam was rising from her robes and hair, and her skin was already dry. Siska felt some of the cold leaving her, and wished it to leave her completely. She heard a sizzling sound and looked down to see the raindrops barely touching her skin before flashing into steam around her, then it did not even touch her. She looked worriedly to Phillip, who now wore a wide smile. "You've found it," he said. "One's blessing, you know where the source is." A giggle escaped her as she held out her hands and the rain hissed and steamed about her. She could feel it inside her, and it felt like, well, awakening. She widened her eyes as Phillip took on the power, too, and she saw a halo envelop him and the rain flashing to steam, as she was now. His robes were dry in seconds. "I wondered if you would wait until we both had pneumonia before finding it," he said. Again, Siska giggled and looked up. She could see the raindrops coming for her but they could not touch her and it was funny, most things were funny. "You're giddy with it, aren't you," said Phillip, still smiling. "It can be that way. Just remember, the power can turn on you." Siska nodded, and thought a moment. "Why is it not burning me?" she asked. "My skin is warm enough to make rainfall into steam, but I don't feel warm?" Phillip shrugged. "It's magic," he said, grinning. "Who knows. Oh, there are theorems and there are studies, formulas and rotes. However, none of this is carven in stone and you will find that the rituals and the incantations are there for you. The power is what you are toying with, always, weaving it, stroking it, changing it. Ultimately, it is just you and the power, your will and the very energy that drives the world." "That sounds scary," said Siska. Her voice was distant, as if distracted, which, in truth, she was, a large portion of her mind was dedicated to maintaining that contact with the power. "But spells. . ." he had spoken of them yesterday. How certain spells create given, predictable results. "Rituals to channel your mind, nothing else," he said. "All wizards use them, for ease, and for reliability. But they are not what you truly do. You are lettered. When you read, do you actually look and study each character as you do so?" "No, I read each word," she said. "Sometimes maybe even several at a time, if they are small." "Exactly," he said. "The power is like that, only a thousandfold more complex. Most spells are like reading words one letter at a time." "But I cast no spell, said no incantation to do this," she held up her hands and looked at them, watching the rain not hitting her. "Think of this as the word 'a'," said Phillip. "A short, simple word, but a word nonetheless, rather than a character." "Do you know whole words?" asked Siska. "Bigger words?" "I know some, though none terribly big," he replied. "Mostly, I have to spell words out, the same as most wizards." Siska looked a bit crestfallen. "I'm sorry that it took me so long," she said. Phillip laughed uproariously, ending up with his hands on his knees and bent double. "Took so long?" he said, grinning still once he had controlled the laugh. "I passed out on my feet three times before managing only to find a trickle of the power, much less say a short word. We've only been at this three hours, and you've done more than I did in four days." Siska blinked in astonishment, so much so that the flow slipped from her and she felt her robes growing wet again. "But you. . ." "I wanted to get you to do what you could," he said. "And I knew you could do this thing, Siska. Come, let's get out of this rain and get something to eat. You've done exceedingly well." She pulled off the soaked robes as soon as they entered the house and Phillip provided a blanket for her. "You really should learn a bit of modesty," he said. "You've a lovely body, and should make men pay a dear price to see it, whether by coin or effort." She was busy trying to scrub the wet from tangled hair, but looked at him. "You paid a high price, by either account," she said and gave him a smile that caused his jaded heart to skip. "I'll be damned if knowing you can touch the power doesn't make you lovelier still," he said in a sigh. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and flipped part over her head to form a hood. "Wait until I know some spells, then the men of the world need to fear for their very hearts and souls," she said, in what she hoped was a menacing voice. Phillip smiled, but it was weak. "That they might should do," he said. "You would be a danger to any man's heart, with the power or without. Siska blinked at him. "I only spoke in jest," she said, her expression turning worried. The tall wizard nodded. "I know it, Siska," he said. "I have grown too attracted to you, I fear, and need to keep my mind about me while teaching you enough to not char yourself to a cinder." She pulled the blanket tighter, ensuring no part of her showed below her clutching hands. "I'm sorry, I'll try to be more careful," she said. "I made light of you seeing me unclad, as it was not the first time." He gave her another smile, this one with a bit more life behind it. "I could see you unclad a thousand times, I fear, and still find it a fresh sight," he said. "You lived in a very protected place, Siska. You would surely have made that brothel madam wealthy in mere months." Siska began to wonder if she truly were that lovely. What of it if she were? Beauty would only carry her so far, would it not? Power, like that Phillip offered to teach her, would bear her anywhere she cared to go. "I only seek to learn, mentor," she said. "I'll not ply you with my body to win favor." It sounded properly respectable, yet humble. Held up her robes, dry again, from a simple wave of his hand. "Here, go start lunch, and then cleaning the kitchen, as your first apprentice's duty." She took the robe and shuffled out of the dining room, past the mounds of books and scrolls and up to her room to change. The task he had set for her, of cleaning the kitchen, was no light one. There had been a bachelor living in this house for, as it seemed, years. She found three full sets of cooking gear, pots, pans, a massive cauldron, and numerous smaller cooking dishes for the oven. Some of these she had little idea of how to use, but would learn them, if needs be. She often had worked in the kitchens in the madams house. The madam was fabulously wealthy, but still did not have so many slaves that each only had one chore. She managed to prepare them a lunch of cheese, bread, and wine-braised fish, by the simple expedient of frying some fish in wine. That he had fish, still fresh and wholesome, in that rat's warren of a kitchen, had amazed her. She looked at the box in which she had found the fish. It was smooth-sided, built well, for a simple crate. Inside was also a bottle of milk, stoutly stoppered with a waxen seal, and several oranges from Niliwan, in a small burlap sack. The box, itself, was two feet on a side, and almost a cube. Phillip had been passing through, whistling and carrying a thick tome. "Phillip?" she had asked. "Why is this food in this box?" "It's a preserver box," he had said, simply. In the face of her blank look, he said. "It keeps food fresh that's stored within - it's a magical thing." She looked at the box. "You have such talent?" she asked, impressed. "Well - not me, really. Though I could, if I liked and wished to take the time," he said. "Those are made in Ghant, in Vilders, I believe, by a circle of magi that do that, and only that." "They do nothing else?" she asked, incredulous. "Well, I'm sure each has their own pursuits, but they meet almost daily to make a dozen or so of those boxes, which they then sell to merchants who bring them around Feldare to sell to others and to carry delicate goods," said Phillip. His voice had changed a bit, and Siska realized he sounded like old Marril, the head slave of the household, when he wished to lecture the children on something of importance. She covered her mouth to stifle a grin. "I see," she said, looking at the box with less than pleased eyes. She was not sure she trusted her food to be exposed to magic. Then she caught herself. She would soon be a wizard, herself, and magic was not going to be her enemy, was it?" After they ate their lunch, she launched into the kitchen again. Phillip was impressed with her progress and how hard she seemed to work. Several times, he interrupted her, pulling her back, almost physically, for her to take a short break, and sit. Even then, she fussed with things on the table and within reach of the chair he had planted her in. "It is traditional," he explained, "for apprentices to try to not do their chores, while the mentor stalks around attempting to catch them slacking on them." Siska stared at him, but said, "I don't understand. Is it like a ritual?" "I know," he replied and smiled generously. "I can see you have much to learn. But, yes, it is almost as traditional as a ritual." "Then I will try, though you may have to remind me," she replied. Her face was earnest, but he thought he detected a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. By dark, she had the kitchen looking as well-ordered as a captain's quarters on a ship. When Phillip had come in and dirtied a mug, she brandished a massive wooden spoon he had not known he owned and warned him to place it in the proper place for dirty dishes. The smells that had mingled in the kitchen, some of which he had not even been positive as to their origins, were gone, replaced by the scent of spices and of something in the oven, which smelled good, a roast. "You found a roast?" he asked. "A lad came to the door peddling meats," she said. "I told him you would pay at the end of the week." She looked at him levelly. "I did rightly?" "You did fine," he said, opening the oven door, despite her glare, and sniffing at it. "That was Keth, and I would have thought he had given up by now." "Why is that?" she asked. He smiled. "He had to chase me for a month to pay him once," he said. "He chased me about the market yelling 'two marks' for over an hour when he caught sight of me on the street." Siska gave him a measured nod. "Then I need the moneys now, so I can pay him promptly, as you forget such things," she said. "Surely, you are simply distracted by great ponderings." "Yes, that's it," he said, grinning and closing the oven door. "Ponderings." Still, he fished out a handful of coin and handed it to her. She looked at it, twelve silver marks, almost a score of pennies, and two gold marks. She blinked and jerked her head back in surprise. "You're certain?" she asked, holding up one of the golden coins. "Yes," he said, folding her fingers over the coins. "You will manage the kitchen, and come to me when you need more." Siska nodded. She had held responsibility, of sorts, before, but never moneys. She understood, from the older slaves, some of whom did the shopping for the household, how it worked, and its worth, in general terms. A penny could buy a dozen eggs, a mark of silver would purchase a baby goat, and a gold mark was almost enough for a riding horse. Her mother had sold for only a hundred silver marks, five horses. Bile rose in her throat at the thought that she held enough moneys in her hand to half purchase her own mother. "Mentor," she said, thinking something which could not be asked of Phillip, "what do you think of slavery?" "I feel it is an abomination before the One," said Phillip, his face twisting into a scowl. "I would not allow it, were it my choice, and I will never own another human." Deep inside, she smiled, though her face remained placid. "Thank you," she murmured and turned to stir the pot of boiling potatoes while sprinkling in some herbs between thumb and forefinger. Phillip sniffed the air of the kitchen appreciatively, looking something like a hound trying to find a scent. "I've been meaning to ask, aren't you tired?" he asked. Siska raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?" she asked. "After I first channeled the power, I slept for two days," he said. The slender woman in the apron, worn over her robes, looked at him. "I'm not tired," she said. "If anything, I am rather - well - rather agitated." The wizard thought about that and murmured an incantation under his breath, he did not think she saw him do it. If she did, she did not let on. He saw a faint aura around her, very faint. He peered closer, enough so that Siska could not help but note his intrusion into her personal space. "Is something wrong, mentor?" she asked. Phillip pulled back, more quickly, rather startled, than he had intended. "Um, no, nothing, sorry." He watched the shimmer from arm's length now, even as she stirred the pot of potatoes. Potato stew, he saw now. She was still channeling the power. He knew some wizards could do that, channel a tiny flow to power themselves, like a water wheel steadily powers a grist mill. He had never seen it done, and had not even heard of it being done unconsciously. "You're still channeling, you know that?" he asked. "Hmm?" she asked, turning to him as if he had said something trivial. "Oh, yes," she added, smiling. "Aren't I supposed to be?" He looked at her. "I don't know about supposed to be, but you shouldn't be able to," he said. "Not like that, like you're doing nothing." "I am doing something," she said. "I'm making potato soup and a very nice marinated roast." Phillip laughed. "That's not what I meant," he said. "You're not even thinking about keeping that flow up, are you?" "Oh, that, well, no," she looked embarrassed. "I rather got tired of fiddling with it, so I just set a portion of myself to doing it for me." He gaped at her. "How, exactly?" he asked. "One can hum a lullaby while knitting or darning a sock. Your hands know what to do, and your lips know their role," she said, as if explaining walking to someone who was walking alongside her. "Do you have any idea how difficult that should be?" he asked. Siska put down the wooden spoon, reached for a pair of thick, insulated oven mitts and turned to him. "Not nearly so difficult as talking to a man while trying to cook," she said. Phillip let it drop, allowing her to tend to the cooking. As amazed as he was by her ability to channel and tap that channeled energy without thought, he was even more impressed by the smell coming from the roast. It sat in a tray of some thick gravy, and it seemed dried apples floated amid the gravy. He licked his lips and took her advice, leaving her to the cooking. While they ate, he saw her fading a bit, and her head actually nodded once, as if falling asleep. "Are you okay?" "I am tired, suddenly," she said. "I stopped touching the power, as you said it might be dangerous." He nodded. "That would be all that channeling catching up to you, then," he replied. "You should probably go to bed after you eat." Siska gave him a glum nod in return. As soon as she finished, and sat her dishes in the washbasin, she made her way up the stairs. Her very bones were tired, and she had to force herself the last half of the climb. She had not avoided paying the price in exhaustion from touching the power for the first time, simply put it off, and now the price would be higher, or so thought Phillip. Two hours later, he crept into the room and watched her sleep for a few moments. He reached out with his own powers and examined her, but saw no touch of channeling in her. Normally, he would not have looked, but Siska was not simply any apprentice, and it behooved him to keep an eye on her. - - - Siska awoke, but something was not right about the room around her. It should be dark, she felt, but was only somewhat. Everything had colors, not the stark black and gray of a moonlit room, but faded colors, like they were being seen through something, a smoky window or such. Music floated up from downstairs, soft and low, a waltz. She slipped from the bed and walked toward her wardrobe, until she realized she was clad already in a fine gown of powder blue. It was tight at the waist, but loose and pleated below, with inset panels of purest white. She should not be able to see the difference between white and powder blue in the moonlight, she thought, but there were candles burning on her dresser and one on her night stand. A dream? she wondered and smiled. It had been a long while since she remembered one this vivid, though she remembered few of them, at all. Siska wished to find the source of that music. She moved to the door, opening it and peering downstairs. Phillip owned no dulcimer, she knew that, and the music was such, the mistress had owned one, and several of the servants knew how to play it. Between her collection of instruments, and the various slaves who played one or another, they could gather a respectable quartet for their festive events. The mistress had been kind, and often let the slaves gather for birthdays and such. She even attended when the slave in question was one she knew well. Siska thought about that. She remembered the mistress with fondness, but she had owned slaves, had she not? This soured her memory of her a bit, but she still thought her the kindest of possible owners, if one must have an owner. She half expected to find a group of people milling about the living room and she had a momentary pang of shame, thinking they found the house she planned to care for in such a filthy state. However, the house appeared to have been cleaned and she found no people there. Only herself, and one other. He was a handsome man, tall with hugely broad shoulders. She could tell, even though he wore a tunic, that he was well-muscled beneath. Very well muscled. He stood almost a head taller than she, and she was no slight woman. As she stared at him, he turned to look at her with light blue eyes, mirth danced in those eyes though he only smiled slightly. He had long pale gold hair that fell to his shoulders in waves. It was pretty hair, almost too pretty, and his face was almost too handsome. It frightened her a bit, how handsome he seemed. Surely no man should be so blessed in body and face. "Siska," he said in a soft, deep voice. The dulcimer, unseen, played on, quietly, though it was now in the background of her mind, just backdrop for this man's voice, as the walls had become a backdrop for his image. "I am happy that I could speak to you, so soon after your awakening," he said. The incongruity of his saying something about her awakening during a dream made her smile, but she watched him a moment. He seemed to have no jewelry on, despite the fine cut of his clothes, and the cotton linen, which marked him as well-moneyed. However, there was a ring on his finger, of blackest jet. Her eyes fastened on the ring, it shimmered. It did not glitter like a faceted gem, or like gold with etching, it shimmered, like water on a lake reflecting the sun. He saw the direction of her gaze. "You like my ring?" he asked, still smiling. "I can get you one, though they are dear." "Why?" she asked, suddenly finding her voice. "Why would you give me such a gift, and who are you?" "My name is Tarviel," he replied. "I would give a gift to a beautiful woman, just for her beauty, alone. But no, in your case it is not, and I won't lie about that, I would give it as an offering of friendship to you, who would be a Power." She could hear the title in the word 'power', rather than the simple word. "A Power?" she asked. "One who would become a mover of the world, a force to be reckoned with - you," he explained. "I am not such, I am just a girl trying to learn some of the art," she said. "Phillip tells you half the truth," he said. "He did say you would be powerful, but he did not say just how powerful." "He did, he said one of the most powerful," said Siska, defensive of her mentor already. "Yes," replied Tarviel, giving her a smile that quickened her heart. "He did say that much, at the least, but did he say the most powerful in, perhaps, a thousand years?" She blinked at him. "I'm just an apprentice right now," she said. "You could be more, very, very soon," he replied. "You will be years learning the arts here, with this man, who will keep you in his service for as long as he can." A note of cynicism crept into Siska's voice. "And you would give me an easier path?" she asked. "Yes," he replied simply, raising an eyebrow. "I would give you a path to power that is much the shorter, and leads to more freedom, besides." "More freedom, how?" she asked. "Oh, Phillip is a fine mage, make no mistake of it, I have seen his works," said Tarviel. "But he operates under - strictures - that give him weaknesses, that you need not share." "Nothing is free, even I know that," she said. "What is the price? Will I serve under you instead?" He saw the distrust in her eyes and smiled to banish it. "No," he said with an edge of vehemence in his voice. "You will serve none but the One, once elevated." "Elevated?" asked Siska, raising an eyebrow. "What is that?" "The one needs those of power, in his service, to rid the world of the taint of evil," said the man, suddenly showing passion in his eyes. "You yourself know of that evil, having been a slave." She grimaced. despite only two days out of yoke, she rather did not like being reminded by others she had been chattel for sale so recently. "I know it," she said. "Let me teach you something, I can do so, even now, and I will ask nothing in return, not even promises," he said. She sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in the common. A fire was blazing in the hearth, warming the room nicely, though she had not noticed it before. Tarviel sat opposite her, in a matching chair. "He held out a hand and a tiny image of herself appeared there, standing in her palm. It was perfect, miniature, but perfect. It even moved as she would, standing idly, shifting her weight from foot to foot and looking about. It paused to scratch her head and smiled slightly. "It's cute, but of little use," said Siska, eying her tiny simulacrum. "Well, I cannot show you the great secrets on first meeting, my dear," said the tall, powerful man, with another heart wrenching smile. "But this is far from useless, take her." He held out his hand and Siska held her own out. The little copy of herself jumped into her hand. She felt a tiny bit of weight, maybe a quarter pound, on her hand. It was solid, not just an illusion. The little feet dimpled in her palm a little where she stood. Siska was a bit surprised and pulled back. The miniature shifted her weight and crouched low in her palm trying to keep her balance. The little copy glared up at her in miniature, good-humored annoyance. "Can she speak?" asked Siska. The tiny Siska shook her head and smiled again, as if apologizing. "I crafted her to be usable by you, at your level of learning," said Tarviel. "As you grow more accomplished, she will gain in abilities." The music swelled from the dulcimer and the little Siska began to dance in her palm. Standing only six inches high did not seem to hamper her grace, and Siska wondered if she were as pretty as the little version of herself. Little Siska smiled at her, stopping her dance, and nodded. "She understands my thoughts?" asked Siska. "If you wish her to, yes," said Tarviel, nodding. "She does what you wish her to do, and can do things for you, at will." "How much can a six inch woman do?" asked Siska. "She can look at things, she can go places, she will see things, and she is good company, I am sure," said Tarviel. "You would be, and she is of you." "How did you make something of me?" asked the young apprentice. Tarviel laughed, a cool laugh, but heartfelt, for all that. "I made nothing, dear, beautiful, Siska, you made her. I am just visiting you in this dream," he said. "You crafted her from the information I have given you, did I not say I would teach you something?" She thought about it and the little Siska disappeared. A moment later, she reappeared, standing, as she had before, in the palm of her hand. This miniature had not clothes on, though, where the other had been wearing the same dress she wore now. A thought later, the tiny version of herself blinked out and reappeared in a slave's gray tunic. The little Siska looked at the tunic and immediately slouched, as if broken and sad. Siska winked it away and summoned another, with the simple blue robes she wore earlier that day. "Very good," said Tarviel. "You can already change her clothing and appearance." Siska blinked at him and smiled. "How did you teach me by just putting it into my mind?" she asked. "You allowed it, else I could not have done it," he replied. "You might should guard your mind a bit better, but still, it is helpful for learning." She nodded. "I will have Phillip show me how to guard my mind," she said. "Your pardon if I don't quite trust you fully, just yet." She gave him a timid smile. He was very handsome, and would not mind speaking to him, anyway. Something flashed in his features, but she was unsure what it was, then he smiled again. "Yes, a good idea," he agreed. "Phillip will teach you slowly, and in his limited fashion, but in his own way, he is a good man, if a bit cautious and misguided." She was unsure she liked hearing Phillip, whom she saw as a great man, belittled, even if given some grudging respect and apparently that feeling showed on her face. "I mean no disrespect toward him, he is a great wizard, and could teach you much, given time enough," he said. "But you will outstrip his powers in short order, I fear, and his ability to teach you, as well." "That won't be for some time yet, if ever," said Siska, once again wishing to defend the man who had been good to her. "Surely," said Tarviel, nodding and running a hand over his golden hair. "You prove yourself more the admirable person with each defense of him, you do know that?" She blushed under the praise. "I only try to correct wrongful impressions of my mentor," she said. "We will speak again, Siska," said Tarviel, "sleep well." The room faded and she found herself awake, standing in the cluttered living room by the dim moonlight peeking in through the window curtains. The miniature of herself stood, still, in her palm, smiling up at her. She sat herself down, and the miniature made a feeble attempt to shift a book from under the chair. It was far too heavy for the tiny creature, but she bent to look at it. Without a word, she picked up the book, the little Siska clapping her hands and jumping excitedly. Siska concentrated a moment, and the little Siska disappeared in a puff, like smoke. When Phillip awoke, he walked down the stairs in only a dressing robe, yawning and stretching. He wondered if Siska would sleep for more than a full day, as he had, now that she slept. He stopped, a stunned look on his face. The entire house was clean. His books were all gone, and the scrolls, and the scattered quills, ink pots and hundreds of small items that he had left scattered over the house. He blinked about himself in stark amazement, his jaw hanging open. The faint scent of baking came to his nose and he stuck his head into the gleaming kitchen. A large tray of muffins was cooling on the table. They were still warm and he juggled one from one hand to the other, determined to eat it, as soon as he could cool it enough. He found his books and other research material, in the library, where it belonged, naturally. The books were all shelved, every one of them, save one thick tome that would not fit on the shelves. It stood on a wooden book stand, open to a middle page. He looked down at the page and saw it was the same page he had left it last. "You've been a busy girl," he said quietly. "You're beginning to frighten your mentor." His scrolls were stacked neatly at the head of a massive desk which he had not seen in two years, it's top as shiny as a mirror's surface. Others, hundreds of them, were packed in scroll cases and put in another pile, like cord wood, near the desk, as well. "Even if you didn't sleep, you didn't have time for this," he murmured as a shiver ran down his spine. The muffin was cool enough to eat now, but he just held it. The books on the shelf were organized by author's surname, where an author had one, by name alone if not. Those books which accredited no author were at the tail end, by title and the few with neither were organized by their first words of their first page. He shook his head and decided he must ask many questions when he found Siska. He looked for her, and she was not there. Her robe was gone, as were her shoes. He peered out the window in agitation. - - - Siska stared about herself. She had thought to simply go outside and buy a few things for the larders, and having finished a batch of wheat muffins with blueberries in them, she went forth. It was not like the first time, with Phillip. She could feel her palms sweating and her breath catching in her throat. I am just another freewoman, doing my morning shopping, she told herself as she faced the street from the edge of Phillip's property. Only a few people gave her, or her robes a second glance, most simply passed on by, nodding in a polite little bob of the head, a hint of a bow. Gathering her courage, Siska stepped into the flow of the people and toward the market square, a quarter mile away. She was walking behind three girls her own age, though dressed in fine embroidered dresses with colorful sashes about the waist, one in blue, one in orange, and the last in bright green. The embroidery, of many colored threads, also had gold worked into the flower-like patterns, though she could not recognize what sort of flowers. One of the girls, a tall blond girl with big green eyes, noted her violet gaze and turned. "Hello," she said, causing the other two to turn. "Keeley, if you've started with another boy. . ." said another of the trio, this one a brunette, who had a button of a nose. She turned as well to see what had caught the blond girl's eyes. She stopped speaking when she saw Siska. The last of the three walked three paces before stopping to see what her friends had stopped for. "Good morrow," said Siska, unable to meet the level stares of the blond and brunette. She saw that their hair was plaited in long rows, wrapped with colorful strips of fine cloth, with glass beads at the ends. The beads caught the morning sunlight and glittered. Only the forelocks, those framing their faces, gained such treatment, but she found it an attractive decoration. After an uncomfortable moment of silence, Siska began walking again, making for the market. "Wait, please," said the brunette, touching her arm. Siska pulled away and half cowered. She had only been beaten as a slave a few times, but such things were not eagerly sought after and left one with quick reflexes. When she caught herself, she turned to the girl and tried to stand upright. Both the girls were shocked by her, in their eyes, extreme reaction, but they held up their hands placatingly, as if avoiding blows themselves. "I meant no disrespect, blue sister," said the brunette, bowing her head, in a real bow this time. The blond hastily gave her own bow, though her eyes, looking a bit frightened, stayed on Siska's own. Siska blinked at them as the other girl, also brown haired, returned and fell into a quick bow upon seeing Siska well, herself. "I took none," said Siska, finding her voice. The brunette smiled at her. "I'm glad for that, I was just curious about you, you seem no older than I, most blue sisters, or brothers, are much older." "I am an apprentice," said Siska, thinking that 'blue sister' must be a woman of Phillip's order. The girls looked at her a moment. "A student, then?" asked the newcomer brunette. "Not a full sister?" "No," said Siska, unsure what a full sister might even be. She decided that it must be one who was fully a wizard. The look of fear did not lessen much in the two nearer girls, though. "I should not have touched you without asking," said the brunette. "It was presumptuous of me." Siska shook her head. "No, I overreacted," she said. "I was lost in thought, and you just startled me, is all." "Oh, good," said the blond, placing a hand over her heart. "I hear upsetting even a novice is unwise." A, hopefully, disarming smile came to Siska's lips. "I don't even know I'm qualified to be a novice, even, I can barely channel the power." The three stared at her with wide eyes, and blank incomprehension. "You can cast spells?" asked the brunette behind the other two. "Can we see one?" Siska gave them a nervous smile, but thought of her miniature self. She held out her hand and concentrated a moment and the tiny duplicate of herself appeared, wearing a fancy dress, like the girls' themselves wore, with a yellow sash and cloth braided hair. The tiny version of Siska waved and smiled at the girls. The three of them giggled and cooed over the little copy, declaring it everything from cute to amazing. Siska held her hand forth and the brunette who had touched her held her own out, the little Siska climbed onto the other hand and sat down. She then reclined down the length of the girl's hand. "It's not an illusion," said the girl. "Not like the showmen use, I can feel her touch." The little Siska prodded the palm of the girl with her elbow and smiled. "Do you control her?" she asked Siska. "I think partially, though I'm not quite sure how much," replied Siska. The tiny duplicate of her held out a hand, flatly and waggled it back and forth as if to say so-so. She might not could speak, but she could definitely communicate. The blonde held out her cupped hands, and the little Siska moved into the bowl her fingers formed. "You dressed her like us," she said. "Though you wear the robes of a sister." "I thought your clothes pretty," said Siska. The girl in the back looked thoughtful for a moment. "They are nice, I suppose, but I would gladly trade all I own for the blue silk you wear," she said. "Is silk so dear?" asked Siska. The three giggled and the blond recovered first. "Not really, though it's far from cheap. Your robes will make you beyond wealthy one day," she said. "I hear that's not so, necessarily," said the other brunette, the one behind the other two. "I hear magi have to try to earn money, as does anyone else. Many don't bother, only providing for their needs and engrossed in their arts." Siska thought of Phillip. He certainly was not poor, but he seemed to not have, exactly, limitless moneys, either. "I think the truth is probably between those ends," she said. The blond gasped. "One's blessing, you're that girl!" she said, her voice rising with excitement and causing the other two to look at her oddly, as well as Siska. "You're the slave girl who the wizard bought for so much money it was deemed insanity," she said. Siska felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and a bit of anger. The two brunettes looked at her a moment, and one gasped. "Violet eyes, yes," she said. "I heard about her eyes." "Please," said Siska, almost stammering. "I would rather not speak of that time." "But a slave cannot be a sister," said one of the brunettes. Siska felt tears forming, though none yet fell. "I was emancipated the next day," said Siska, fighting back embarrassment and trying to force it into pride. "One blind you, Leetha," said the newcomer brunette. "I doubt she wishes to speak of that business, would you?" Siska looked at her gratefully, and tried to smile. "Of course," said Leetha, blushing a bit. "It is probably an ugly business, I beg forgiveness." "It's forgotten," said Siska. "I should be going, really, I have chores to tend, even as an apprentice." The second brunette chased after her. "Wait, please," she said. The tiny Siska looked afraid, peering over the hands of the blond girl, who still cradled her. Siska gave it a moment thought and the little copy vanished, startling the blond girl. "May I walk with you?" Siska thought about that a moment, hardly turning. "I must say I am yet uncomfortable with large groups," said Siska. "Then you and I can walk alone," she said, turning to face her two friends. "You two can go on without me, I'll catch up later." The blond and the first brunette stared at her a moment, but nodded and walked toward the market. Surely, she would pass on anything of interest to them. Siska gave the girl a weak smile. "I am called Siska, what is our name, as we are walking together." "Mist," said the girl, giving her a staring look. "Mist Rivethorn," she said, giving her full name. "Do you have a surname?" "Slaves don't have surnames, and I've yet to take one as a freewoman," said Siska. "We didn't mean to embarrass you back there," said Mist as they walked toward the market. "I doubt you wish to be reminded of being a slave, it must have been horrible." Siska shrugged. "Most of my life it was not so bad," she said. "We had a kind owner." "Lucky, then," said Mist, nodding. "I hear there are many who are harsh to their slaves." Siska nodded. "So have I," she replied. "I was very lucky to have been found by Phillip." "So it was brother Phillip that bought your freedom," said Mist. "I had heard that, but only half believed it, three thousands marks, a king's sum." Every time Siska thought on that vast amount of money, she was stunned that he had gladly handed it over for her and then freed her the next day, as if it were nothing. Perhaps Phillip was wealthier than she suspected. Siska wished, though, to change the subject, as this was just reminding her of what almost happened to her, and did happen to her friends. "Your hair, it's very pretty," said Siska. "Could you show me how to braid the cloths into it and the beads?" She reached out a tentative hand to the girl, who did not flinch away, and let her stroke one of the tight-weaved plaits. "Surely," said Mist. "It's not against any rules?" "Not that I have heard," said Siska. "And if it is, I'll remove them, once I'm told." The girl began rummaging in her pouch, pulling forth a bit of green cloth, a long, narrow strip. It matched the color of her sash. "Here," she said, smiling and holding out her hands to Siska. She leaned toward Mist and the girl began braiding three strands of hair and weaving the yellow cloth into the plait. "From me," she said. "You carry the plaits of all your friends, and your own, of course." Siska noted the girl had three plaits, one green, one orange, and one blue, the three colors the girls wore about their waists. The girl fumbled with her pouch again, pulling out a glass bead, as she, herself wore. Siska idly wondered how much stuff was crammed into the girl's pouch. The bead she slid up onto the fine tips of Siska's hairs and it seemed to attach itself there, holding the braid and decorating it at the same time. "Your color?" she asked, looking a the yellow entwined braid amid her blond hair. "A family color?" "No," said Mist, grinning. "The color says something about you." She eyed Siska's robes. "Though I suppose your color would be obvious," she said, tugging gently on the sleeve of the robe. "Each color has a meaning." "Yellow?" asked Siska. Mist giggled then lifted Siska's yellow-twined braid. "It means 'thoughtful', or at least tries to be." "I see," said Siska. "And your friend's colors? Green and Blue?" "Green means strong willed and blue clever," said the girl. "And you choose these yourselves?" asked Siska. "No, no, they're given by the vendor, an old Lebois woman who sells them in the market. She looks at you and gives you a color," she said. "She won't sell you any but your own color, though." Her voice fell to a whisper. "Some girls try to make their own, but you can tell, and others will think them either foolish or deceitful." Siska regarded the young woman for a long moment. "It sounds rather important," she said. "No," said Mist, giggling. "It's just something us girls do, really just silly, I guess." "I would like to see this woman, is she in this market?" asked Siska, peering around the crowded, bustling square. "Over there," said Mist, pointing. Siska followed the finger to see a gaudy stall with many colored rags flying over it. "Come, lets see what color she would give you." Siska smiled as the girl took her arm and gently urged her through the crowd. It felt good to have someone who was being a friend, even if only for a while. They pressed through many people and even forced a horse-drawn wagon to stop for their eager passage. At the little stall, there was a woman wearing a long, flowing gown that seemed just on the verge of being transparent, without ever quite being so. She had deep brown skin, almost the color of mahogany, but startling pale gray eyes. Two girls were leaving the stall and giggling, several years Siska's and Mist's junior. They walked up and the woman regarded her with large eyes. "As'vurdin, densha," said the woman speaking an oddly guttural tongue that Siska had never heard before. She bowed low, her teeth flashing white against the dark backdrop of her skin. She had long black hair that hung in a silken cascade to her backside, gleaming blue in the daylight with a liquid sheen. "You honor my humble business, great one," she said, her accented Windy Islander giving her an exotic air. "Great one?" asked Siska, giggling. "You are a wielder of the power, densha," said the woman, bowing again. "She means you're a mage," said Mist, smiling at her. "The Lebois are led by their magicians, those that the Abian's aren't trying to conquer." "The learned girl speaks truthfully, densha," said the woman, giving her another glittering smile. "Please, ma'am, stop bowing, it makes me nervous," said Siska. "As you would have it, densha," said the woman. She was pretty, in a angular, powerful way. "You have come for me to humbly color?" she asked, sounding hopeful. "It is not often that one of the art seeks a color, but I would be happy to try to seek yours." "Please," said Siska at Mist's eager look. The woman looked at her hard, walking from behind her little table of colored cloths and strips to look at Siska from all angles. She walked back over to the display and picked up a long, slender strip of cloth, seemingly at random from amid the heap. She held it up to regard it beside Siska then shook her head. She tossed the violet cloth aside and Mist sighed a relieved-sounding sigh. "Violet means lusty," said Mist. "Boys would never leave you be wearing that color." She giggled a bit. "Though that might not be a terrible burden." The woman stopped and snapped her fingers, as if coming to a decision and scampered behind the stall and dug around beneath the table top, coming up with a piece of cloth that shimmered as if it were woven of silver threads. It must not have been metal, though, as it flexed and flowed like silk, though Siska wondered how such a color could be dyed into cloth. "The cloth of your color is rare, densha," said the Lebois woman, "It is normally expensive, very much so. Dwarves must be found to make it, and they are not wont to do so for outsiders." Siska's eyes widened and her face fell slightly. "I'm afraid I don't have much money of my own," she said, meekly. "I said normally, densha," said the woman, her almost white eyes glittering with mischief or humor. "I refuse to sell cloth to one such as you, though." Siska's heart fell further. She would not even sell to a wizard? Were her people so suspicious of them? But what of the supposed respectful behavior? The woman knelt on one knee before Siska, holding up a long piece of the cloth and a dozen of the slender strips, like were used in hair. "I would never insult you by demanding moneys of you, densha." The apprentice blinked. "I cannot just take it, if it be so dear to you," she said. She fished out a silver mark, she could replace it from her own money hidden in the kitchen. A smile ran across her pretty face a the very thought of her money. The woman seemed to not wish to take the money, but finally accepted it, slipping it into a pocket in her sheer dress, not amid the other moneys in a coin box on the table. "If you seek more, for some reason, please, do not hesitate, though it will take time for me to acquire it." Siska nodded. "I am grateful for the wonderful cloth," she said. "And for the coloring." She bowed to the woman who returned the bow with a broad smile and the two girls blended back into the crowd. As the went, Mist poked Siska in the side. "You never asked the meaning of silver," she said, giggling at the blank look on Siska's face. Siska ran back, but a wagon, barreling unconcernedly for the safety of people afoot, separated them. "I forgot to ask what my color means," she said to the woman, who was organizing her colors. The woman looked concerned for a moment, then said. "It means 'walker of the sword's edge'," she said. "One who must decide to side with good or evil, but may serve either." She did not look happy telling Siska this, and looked away quickly, her expression a forced neutrality. Mist ran up, "Damn nobles," she cursed, then asked, "Well, what does it mean?" she asked. The Lebois woman looked at her, and contrived a smile. "It means powerful," she said and fixed Siska with a knowing pair of eyes. "One should tread lightly around one such as her." Siska blinked at her another moment, then turned to walk away with Mist giggling and speaking of her color as if it were a wondrous thing. It took Siska many minutes to finally remember to give Mist a strip of the thin cloth. The shorter girl wove it into her hair immediately, pulling the plait out and looking at it happily. "One's blessing, that is a lovely color cloth," she said. "You should put on your sash." With fingers almost distant, Siska tied the larger piece of cloth about her waist and looked at herself in the reflection of a shop window. Despite the tiny panes breaking her up into smaller pieces, she got a general impression of it's look and Mist raved about it, saying that it was the prettiest color she had ever seen a sash, and that Siska was luckier than lucky. Mist took another of the silver strands and wove it into Siska's own hair, giving her two braids woven with a cloth strip. "Manda and Rayenne will be terribly jealous," she said. "I will give them one if they like," said Siska, holding out two more of the silver strips. "No, you have to give them to the two of them yourself, or it's bad luck, or so the Lebois woman says," she said, pushing Siska's hand back. "You can give them to them when you see them again. Didn't you say that you had to do some kitchen shopping?" "Yes," agreed Siska and the two moved toward the food quarter of the market. After filling a large wicker basket with goods, Mist said. "Can I walk home with you, to know where you live?" she asked and Siska nodded. On their way back to Phillip's home, Mist looked toward Siska. "May I ask you a personal question?" "Yes," said Siska, feeling sure what it would be about - her being a former slave. "I know you probably hate to talk of it, but do slaves get, well, abused, you know, in a personal way?" asked the girl. Her face was marked by curiosity and some pity. Siska nodded. "I was never done so, but it does happen," she said. "Two girls I was brought up with were sold to brothels when I was auctioned." Mist looked horrified. "How terrible," she said. "I'm glad you're free now." "As am I," said Siska, giving her a weak smile. They had come to the end of the long walk to Phillip's home. "You don't live too far from me, would you mind me coming by after my chores?" asked Mist. "I wouldn't," said Siska, "though you may have to wait for me to finish mine." "I don't mind, good day, Siska, and One smile upon you," she said, starting toward a cross street two doors down from Phillip's property. "And upon you," said Mist, smiling brightly. When Siska walked into the house, she saw Phillip sitting in the common room, reading a small book which looked too tiny for his hands. "I was a bit worried," he said, without looking up. "I would say you skipped your chores, but it seems everything's been done, and to a fine point, at that." Siska smiled. "I'm sorry, but we needed foods," she said. Phillip looked up, smiling. "And that includes buying fine cloth sashes?" he asked, eyeing the sash tied about her waist, then her braids. "It might, at that," said Siska, grinning with mischief. "Silver is a nice color against the blue," said Phillip, setting down the tiny folio and standing. "There is no rule against adornment, is there?" she asked, suddenly worried that he wore none, save a bronze belt buckle on his thin leather belt. "None at all, Siska," he said, nodding. "I do, however worry about you doing independent research just yet," he said, stepping over to lift the book she had taken to her room from a desktop. "And this is no light subject, additionally. Homonculi are a very advanced bit of spellwork. I could not produce one properly more often than two times in three." Siska grinned at him, holding out her hands, cupped together. She spoke a single word, muttered it under her breath. The tiny Siska appeared in her hands, smiling and bouncing with excitement. To Phillip's credit he only showed pleased surprise, though pleasure was far from what he felt. An icicle had just pierced his chest.

A Fine Lad - Part Two by Mack the Knife Serino awoke first, and watched for long moments as Alicia slept in his arms. Finally, after perhaps half an hour of his patient observation, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled warmly at the young man. "Good morrow, Serino," she said. He just kissed her, choosing not to speak. Alicia responded eagerly, returning the passionate kiss with equal fervor. "I'm truly a bit sore down there this morning," Alicia announced as their lips parted. "You'll have to go a little easier on me, next time." A tiny smile on the young man's beautiful features was the only reply she received. Serino slid out of the bed and started dressing. "I must get back to Emilio, he'll be setting up his stall soon." Alicia's hand trailed after the boy as he stood up and dressed in his loose-fitting pants and equally loose shirt. They looked, for all the world, like hand-me-downs, a common enough sight. "I can't wait for tonight, stud," she praised as she sat up. A broad grin formed on his lips. "Me either, lover," he said and kissed her, roughly, his fingers twining into her long, blond hair and pressing her lips against his with considerable force. Their lips parted and he left the room, walking with a noticeable strut in his step. Alicia soon rose and cleaned up the room, taking care to put the wig and dress in a small linen sack. She then dressed and slipped from the room, herself, headed back for the ship. - - - - - - - - - - "Ah, there you are, lad," said Emilio as Serino walked up the gangplank. The young man smiled eagerly. "What am I to do?" he asked, trying to show a willingness to work. "Well, actually," said Emilio, smiling at the youth apologetically, "I need you to dress like a girl." Serino blinked at the merchant. "What?" he asked. "We need to drum up a bit of business," said the Merchant. "We have our younger lads dress as girls and tell buyers at other stalls about how much better and lower priced our goods are." "I don't kno. . . ." started the young man. Emilio smiled again. "Look, it's not so bad, and spares you the hard work of setting up the tent and laying out the goods," he said. "We can't be seen together after you change." The young man lowered his eyes. "Yes, sir," he said, sulkily. "Come, lad. It'll be fine," said Emilio. "Think of it as acting, like on stage." A weak smile formed on the boy's lips. "I'd rather play a man, really," he said. "Well, today you'll be a girl," said Emilio, his voice stern and he handed the young man a small sack. Serino looked down into it, there was a brown wig with very long hair, almost as long as Serina had possessed once. There was also a long dress. Emilio started pushing his hand cart down the gangplank, with the aid of a half dozen sailors, to keep it rolling down and across the dock, then into the bay. The young man walked down the stairs to his cabin slowly, almost dejectedly. There was laughter from Guisippe's room, the sound of Ruglio's voice carried outward. "I swear, Guisippe, if you were much prettier, I'd roger you!" Guisippe's voice rose then, also full of mirth and humor. "If you were any uglier, I'd roger me, too." There were muffled sounds of scuffling after that. A smile formed on the young man's lips, and his mood improved. If his friends could do this thing, so could he. He walked into the room and pulled the wig and dress from the sack. The dress was one of those long, cumbersome affairs with lots of frills. A 'going to market' dress, if ever Serino had seen one. He stripped down and looked at the wig, his lips twisting with distaste. It was obviously used, and full of rats' nests. Not much for it, perhaps he could comb it out, he thought. With a clumsy motion, he flipped the wig over his head, settling the mesh on the underside atop his short hair. Serina then turned and lifted the dress, noting the pretty flower print that had been stenciled upon the cloth. "Not too bad," she said, slipping the dress over her head and settling it into place. It had draw-strings in the back that let her pull the bodice tight about her middle and chest. She didn't really notice how she had pulled it tight, and how form-fitting it had become. A few more adjustments to how it sat and rode, and she began the slow task of untangling her long hair. She eventually dragged a brush from amid her belongings and began wrestling it through her hair. Soon, she felt she was presentable, giving herself one last look-over. She opened the door, to find Guisippe and Ruglio emerging from their stateroom, as well. Ruglio stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "Damn, Guisippe, I believe he's prettier than even you," the younger boy said, appraising her. He reached out with one hand, toward her breasts, his fingers moving as if to grab. Serina slapped his hand down. "I just got those looking right, don't you go messing them up," she said, in her natural voice. Both of the lads looked at her. "Wow, you're good," said Guisippe, grinning. "That voice is damn well perfect." Ruglio nodded in agreement. The three of them ascended the stairs, with the two young men swishing their behinds broadly from side to side. Ruglio so pronouncedly that his hip banged against the handrail with each step. "You're overdoing it a bit, there," she hissed. When Ruglio turned to grin at her, she returned the smile and he looked at her for a long moment. "Be damned if you don't make a pretty fair girl," grunted Ruglio, shaking his head. "If not for your bedding Alicia, I'd worry to have you behind me." She forced her voice deeper and reached out a hand to smack the boy in the back of the head. "Keep your horny eyes to yourself, I surely don't want me entering your mind when you grease your pole," she said, then added, "forty strokes," for good measure. There were catcalls and jeers from the other sailors as the young men walked to the gangplank and a couple of them even reached out to grab a rump in passing. Serina, as the other boys did, just laughed and slapped at the hands groping her, and they headed off the ship. Serina found she had a knack for dropping hints to potential customers about the quality and prices to be found at Emilio's stall. She plied the crowd, speaking a line here, dropping a reference there, and even directly stopping people who seemed to have just grown disgusted with one merchant or another who had products similar to Emilio's this trip. Most of Emilio's goods, at least now, were Ghantian-made tinworks. Pans, hinges, nails, utensils, and other little goods made of cheap pot metal. He had some higher-grade goods, as well, which she was sure to point out to the more discerning customers. She stopped to rest her feet for a few moments, and Ruglio plopped down beside her with a loud sigh. "These girl's shoes are killing me," he said, rubbing at his feet. "I don't know how you're not in agony, this is the first time I've seen you sitting." Sarina shrugged, adopting a bit of the boy's mannerisms automatically. "Maybe it's those great lumps you call feet, they're a bit big for a woman's shoes." Ruglio gave her a grin. "Well, you know, big feet. . ." he said. "I've seen your prod, Ruglio, and it should be twice that size if your feet made a difference," she said. "Aye," said Alicia's voice from behind them, "and Serino, here, should have feet so big he can't find a shoe." She had been sitting behind them, facing away and Serina had not even seen her. She was wearing subdued clothes again, as she was wont to do in port. Serina smiled back at her. "If I weren't dressed as a girl, I'd kiss you, my dear," she said. Alicia returned the grin. "I understand, my love," she replied. "I'll just get two later." The rest of the day passed and she went to help Emilio pack up. He was grinning. "Good job, he said, very good." She looked at his goods, and there was not really much to pack, he had sold much of it. "Thank you, Emilio," she said. "I did so well, I'll let you have a free day tomorrow, unless you wish to accompany me to do some buying," he said, beaming at her. "Come to think of it, it might do you good, lad," he added. They returned to the ship, where Ruglio and Guissipe were waiting in her cabin. They had managed to sneak a bottle of wine and were passing it back and forth. She walked in and sat on the small chair and took a pull from the bottle. "I can't stand this," said Guissipe, pulling the heavy skirt off. He was nude beneath it and Serina found her eyes drifting time and again to his organ, hanging there limply between his legs. She wondered just how large it would become when he was aroused, but bit her lip to keep from smiling at the thought of how it had felt warm in her hand. She pulled her wig off, thinking it better if they did not think she was staying totally dressed. An hour later, after much ribbing and picking, Serino chased the other boys from his cabin, calling mild insults after them. All three were a bit tipsy, but they were staying in port and had a free evening again. He pushed his door shut and changed into his normal clothes. Alicia begged off this night, as she had matters to tend, and would, if they stayed another night in port, get them a room again. Serino kissed her and said it was okay, and he would just go out with the other lads. The three boys left the ship an hour later and made for a bar toward the end of the warfs, called the Silver Cord, a place frequented by both townsfolk and sailors, but reasonably quiet. "They've good music there, too, the innkeeper is a fair fiddler," said Ruglio. "Dancing almost every night." Serino and Guissippe blinked at one another and both exchanged the thought of Ruglio dancing. That, alone, was worth the trouble of walking the whole length of the port. When they got there, Ruglio was as good as his word. It was a nice little place, and the music was well-played, though there were long breaks between each song as the innkeeper tended his business. It was, otherwise, a quiet establishment, not lending itself by either size or atmosphere to rowdiness or trouble. After they had mocked Ruglio one time too many on his dancing, Guissippe and Serino were obliged to dance to prove they had the right. Guissippe nudged Serino in the ribs. "That young woman over there, with the yellow hair, she's been eyeing you for over an hour, go ask her." Serino looked and nodded. "I think I will, she's pretty," he said, standing. Guissippe stood a the same time and moved off toward a small knot of three girls, sure one would accept his invite. The girl smiled as Serino approached. He bowed slightly and held out a hand. "My name is Serino, and I would dance with a beautiful maiden on this night, if she would grant me her favor," he said. Her face lit up brightly at those words and she held out a hand, allowing herself to be lifted from the chair. "I am Aphilia," she said, "and I would be delighted, you silver tongued Rojando." The Innkeeper began playing "By the Moonlight", a slow song, using his fiddle as an impromptu violin. They moved onto the floor and Aphilia pressed close to him. "You dance well," she said, looking up at him from a few inches away. "I'm glad you asked me to dance, I was hoping you would." Serino gave her a smile and pulled her a little tighter to him. "I was trying to work up the courage to ask you," he said. "I get tongue tied around pretty women." Aphilia blushed slightly and looked up at him through her feathery bangs. "I wouldn't have thought that from your very effective introductory words," she said. He turned her about allowing her to spin out to full extension, then reeled her back in. "I had a whole hour to think on what to say," he said. "You don't seem to have any trouble finding what to say, Serino Silvertongue," she replied as she pressed into him, far more forcefully than the dance demanded. He took that as an invite to let one hand stray from the small of her back and onto her skirt-clad backside a bit. Aphilia did not protest the change in touch. The dance ended and the innkeeper left the little platform to serve out drinks and collect tabs due. "Serino, would you like to go for a walk, I feel the need for fresh air," she said, taking his hand. Serino looked toward where Ruglio and Guissippe were sitting now with two other girls, the four of them laughing and seeming to have a merry time. "Sure," he said, giving Aphilia his arm and escorting her out the door onto the darkened warfs. "You're with the merchants, then?" asked the golden haired girl as they walked down the planks, sanded smooth by thousands of feet. "Yes," replied Serino, smiling and patting her hand which stroked his wrist. "I am an apprentice to a merchant." The smile was returned to him. "You've very soft hands, Serino, I knew you weren't a sailor," she said, running her cool fingertips over Serino's own. "Your fingers are slender, too, like a musician's." The young Rojando walked a few moments before saying anything in return. "I've played a few notes on a flute," he said. She smiled wider. "I knew you played something," she said. "And you?" he asked, looking down at the girl. "What is your tale?" "Not much to tell, really," replied Aphilia, her blue eyes flashing in the darkness from reflected torchlight on the warf's edge. "I am the daughter of a farmer, and little more, really." "No shame in that, Aphilia," said Serino, a twinge of something odd moving through him. "And you simply enjoy the dancing?" he asked. Aphilia sighed deeply, then turned to Serino. "I must tell you, for it would be wrong for me to do otherwise," she said. Her expression was earnest and somewhat fearful. "I am to wed on the morrow." Serino blinked. "Oh," he said. "I was out to enjoy a last evening as a free woman," continued Aphilia in a rush of words. "Cravio is a good man, a good boy. But I wanted one last night out and to have a bit of - well - wildness - before becoming a farmer's wife." Serino felt the shudder again, and his voice held a quaver when he spoke. "I understand," he said. "I will try to make the night memorable, then." He smiled at her, forcing it onto his lips. "What would you like to do, to make the night memorable?" Aphilia widened her eyes. "I'll not name one thing which my wicked mind calls forth," she said. "Tempting as that might be." Her eyes moved over Serino, like she was appraising him. "However, will you sing to me, in Rojando?" A long moment passed as Serino thought about her words, then nodded. "I will try, though I'm not much of a singer, really," he said. They walked further along the docks and were now passing military vessels, moored and mostly unmanned, save for guards, who stood on the deck near the gangplanks, warming themselves by braziers. He started singing, beginning in a low, quiet voice, but this song demanded no other kind at first. It was a song that Serino had learned as "The River Mourns Her", a sad song of love that could not be, and ended in tragedy, an ancient tale told many times in many places. In it's native Rojando, it still held a sadness of tone and melody that made Aphilia's eyes water and tears flowed by the end of it. "I didn't mean to make you weep," said Serino after he sang the last bars of the song. Aphilia shook her head. "It was wondrous," she said. "Your voice is beautiful when you sing." Serino found the girl pressed to him, kissing him full on the lips. The girl clung to him with a force that drove the wind from his lungs and would surely bruise his lips. "I'm so afraid, Serino," she said, breaking into tears and putting her head to his chest, though he was not truly much taller than she. "I fear the morrow, and the binding." "You act as if you've known the lad all his life, though, surely. . ." started Serino. She shook her head. "It's not that, he IS a good man, I know it, but I fear the things he will expect of me after the marriage." "You mean loving?" he asked. A rich blush suffused Aphilia's cheeks. "Yes," she said. "I fear it will hurt, or I will do it wrongly." Serino took her face in his hands. "Just give the lad the passion you just kissed me with and I promise you, you will not do poorly, or even less than wonderfully," he said. Aphilia looked down. "As you say, but you did not get aroused by that kiss," she said. Their hips were still pressed together and, surely, the girl did not feel any response from his nether region. "I am jaded," said Serino. "It takes a girl more effort than a kiss and hug to rouse me." The farmgirl gave him another wicked grin. "And what would it take, Rojando?" she asked. "More than I will ask a woman on the night before her marriage," he said. Stepping back from her. "You and he will be together forever, and I'll not interpose myself on such a thing." She blinked after him as he stepped further away. "Such honor," she said, stepping closer again. "If you would have me, I would allow it, you are such a wonder to find on this night of all." Serino took her hand and began walking her down the warfs, toward the more populated commercial docks. "Such is an honor beyond that which I deserve," he said. "Save that for the man pledging himself to you forever, not a lad who seeks only a night's enjoyment. A girl like you is far too precious for that." "The more you talk the more I desire to give myself to you," said Aphilia. "You should stop while I still have the will to not pounce upon you." "Walk with me," said Serino. "I will still my tongue and we will enjoy a last night of your freedom, before a lifetime of satisfaction as a good wife." They did just that, walking until the moon was high in the sky and the taverns along the dock began to discharge their drunken lingerers. They were near the Silver Cord, where they had begun the night, when the two other young ladies came running up. "We worried for you, Aphilia," said the first. "But Ruglio said that Serino was honorable and you were perfectly safe." She gave Serino a long look. "I was only unsafe in my own heart, Cicilia," she said. "Serino was a utter gentleman." They parted with a chaste kiss on the cheek from Aphilia, though Cicilia gave Ruglio a much warmer gift upon parting. As the three girls moved off toward the main bulk of the town, Aphilia looked over her shoulder several times, and waved at the last before they were lost around a corner. "Well, Serino," said Guissippe, "we find that not only Alicia finds you irresistable." He put a hand on Serino's shoulder and squeezed. "We just walked," said Serino. "She is to wed tomorrow." His voice was little more than a whisper as he stared at the street the girls had disappeared down. "All the more reason to get a fling in quickly, just to have had one, if for nothing else," said Ruglio. "Ruglio," said Serino, "you have much to learn of girls." The three boys started for the Queen, each leaning on the other and laughing. "Who is the one who got the real kiss, hmm?" asked Ruglio, laughing. "You barely got a cheek warmed." "What would you say if I said that Aphilia offered me her innocence?" asked Serino, looking askance at the boisterous young man. "I would say you're full of bilge, I would," said Ruglio. They turned onto the dock where the Queen lay moored and Ruglio turned to Serino. "She didn't did she?" he asked. "No, Ruglio, I was just having fun with you," replied Serino and laughed, putting a hand on each other boy's shoulders and leading them up the gangplank, past Roric, the sailor on port watch. Roric's hand shot out and grabbed Serino as he walked past, causing him to stagger to a stop. All three young men turned to regard the middle aged sailor, who released Serino and smiled. "Good work, lad," he said. "You've got a lord's blood in those veins, from what I saw." "Thanks," said Serino, blinking, but coming to a natural smile. "I try." The three lads went belowdecks and Ruglio and Guissippe peered past Serino as he went into his cabin, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alicia. The room was dark, however, and they could not tell for sure. He closed the door behind him and leaned back. "Are you here, Alicia?" he asked. There was no reply and he sighed. It was late, and a perfect time for a quick bath. In the wee hours, there wold be no one else. Gathering up his bathing supplies, namely a towel, rag, and back brush, he headed for the bathing room, near the aft end of the ship. It was dark within, but light poured in through the window, enough to see, at least general outlines of the walls and the surface of the water. Serino pulled off his shirt then pants and Serina slipped into the water. It was still somewhat warm. Clever vents and baffles carried heat from the cookfire past the bathing tub, or a portion of it, to keep the water warm, if not hot, when the cook was truly cooking. A deep masculine voice came from the other side of the tub. "I usually come this late to be alone," he said. "Who's that, anyway?" "It's me," said Serina, trying to sound masculine, "Serino." "Ah, well, then, nice to finally meet you, even if in the dark, and in the bath," she heard water splash and reached out a hand, finding another in the darkness before her. The fingers were thick and strong, one of the sailors. "I'm called 'Stalker' by the other ship hands." he said, "on account of I like to go hunting when we put in for more than a day or two." She laughed nervously. "I was rather expecting to be alone, too," she said, "I'm new to bathing where others might be." Stalker returned the laugh. "I understand that, it took me a long while to get used to other men in the bath," he said. Out on the deck, the gangplank guard moved, carrying the lantern with him and the light shifted around the room a bit. She could now see the sailor's face in the dimness. He was huge. She had seen him before as he worked on the deck and even in the rigging, and always wondered how such a massive man could move amid the ropes so well. He was sitting on the top tier of the several steps of the bath and shaving his head. "You shave in the dark?" she asked, almost forgetting to deepen her voice. As it was, it simply sounded like surprise. "I can feel the hairs easy enough, and it's not like there's anything to run into with the razor on top of my head," he replied. Serina's eyes were drawn down to where a patch of almost pure light landed in his lap. His organ lay across his leg, quite literally, it must have been over three hands long and massively thick. She found her eyes could not prize themselves from that organ, and she slipped deeper into the water, in case he could see in return. "You're a quiet one," said Stalker. "If you would rather I shut up?" "No, not at all," said Serina, "I'm just deep in thought, I had a busy day." Stalker laughed again. "I saw the three of you in those girls' get ups," he said. "You three looked just like boys dressed as girls." Serina forced a laugh to join in his chuckling. "Yeah, we probably did," she agreed. "We had a girl merchant on the ship once," said Stalker, "a really pretty one." "Oh?" asked Serina. "Yeah, she was a beauty, too, tall and slender, with long legs," she could see his teeth flash in the dim light. "Her hair was long, almost to her waist, and she had the softest hands." Serina blinked at the darkness. "Soft hands?" she asked. "Yeah, we were lovers for a very short while, she was something," she could hear his eyes grow distant with memory. "Soft hands and a body that writhed like a snake." With a start, Serina realized she was staring at his prick again. It no longer lay across his leg, but stood upright with an arousing memory. It reached well past the big man's belly button and had grown even thicker. Stalker must have thought it unseen, as his hand was touching the head and shaft lightly. Serina wondered what it would feel like to touch the organ. Her own stomach and lower, was full of odd sensations and warmth. She found sailors were far more forward than she would have thought. "Look, Serino, I'll tell you so you can leave, but I come here to pleasure myself before bed, too," he said. "Just a warning, since some people are bothered by it, and some aren't." "I don't mind," she found herself saying, automatically. "Thanks," he said and she watched as his hand went around the thick shaft and began stroking it in long, slow motions. "I'll not get it in the water." "Get what in the water?" she asked before she thought. There was a momentary pause in his stroking. "You can't tell me you don't know," he said. "I've heard you and Alicia have already made fond company." She stammered a moment. "Oh, spend," she said. "Not spend into the water. I see, yeah, thanks for that." She felt her cheeks redden in the dark to the point she was sure he could see them glowing. He continued the slow stroking, though he did seem to be speeding up. His breathing became a bit ragged as he went on. She had to force herself to breathe normally, as she could hear her own growing ragged itself. A tiny moan escaped her lips as she blinked and looked over at him. She had forgotten herself for a moment, and had a finger rubbing over her own privates, timing her motions with Stalker's stroking on his cock. "You, too, hmm?" asked Stalker, grinning at the darkness. "I suppose it saves on chit chat." She forced herself to stay silent but her finger did not leave her clit, rubbing faster and harder even as his fist moved up and down his cock faster and with more urgent motions. He grunted as he climaxed and she saw semen shoot up onto his belly and chest. She had not imagined it came forth with such force and was quite wide eyed, staring. After three long, ropy jets came out, his stroking slowed. "Damn, I needed that," he said, picking up a rag and wiping himself clean. He rinsed the rag in a small bucket of water and climbed out of the pool. "I'll leave you to your end of it, lad," he said and walked out of the bathing room. She finished her bathing, her mind thinking on the ivory phallus in her room. It was not nearly as large as Stalker's cock had been, but it would work, wouldn't it? Serina could not chance being seen by another crewman in the lit corridor, even at this hour, and dressed, pulling on pants and a shirt. Just as well, as Serino passed two sailors, drunk, but still conscious, when he went to his room. - - - Emilio let him sleep in the next day, not waking him until almost three bells past dawn. "Come on, lad," he said, "we've supplies to go buy, those folks almost cleaned me out yesterday." Serino staggered out of bed, blinking and rubbing his eyes. "Well, at least I can wear my normal clothes today, then," he said and was rewarded by Emilio's chuckling outside. "You can wear the dress, but some of the crew might think you want a change in how they look at you," said Emilio as he walked down the corridor. Walking onto the sun drenched deck, it took Serino a moment to figure out what was wrong. It was sunny, not threatening to rain, which it had been the last two days. Emilio had hooked the old mule, Lump, to the harness of his little cart and was waiting for Serino. "Come on boy, time's wasting," he yelled. Their first stop was a place which traded in leather goods. As the two merchants haggled with one another, yelling, cursing, and accusing each other of everything short of worship of the Dark One, Serino looked about the place. He nosed into the bins of raw leather and at the drying racks for recently dyed goods. A slight person caught his eye. It was a girl, she was shorter than Serino by almost a head, and moved back out of sight as Serino looked. He saw a large, slanted and silver eye returning his gaze from behind the next rack. Serino tried a smile and said a friendly hello. The girl smiled back and Serino felt his heart twist almost full around in his chest. She was beautiful beyond words and he found himself not breathing. An elf. When he felt his muscles unlock, he moved quickly to the end of the racks and came around to the next. She backed up a step, looking a little nervous, but not quite running. "Sorry," he said, whispering, as if afraid he would startle her speaking normally. "I just wanted to say hello." She put one leg forth and bowed at the waist until her upper body was pressed to that outstretched leg, her arms crossed over her chest and she said, "Greetings, I am called Evethlis," she said. He watched her bow and tried to give one in return, Rojando style. He knelt until one knee touched the floor and he pressed one fist to the floor while putting his right hand over his heart. "Serino Del Vago," he said, "at your service, milady." She giggled at that, though it was not mocking, but pleased. "Well met, Serino," she said. He liked the sound of her laughter and the look of her eyes when they sparkled silver, glittering at him. "I've never met an elf," he said, deciding that he shouldn't be coy about such. Evethlis looked at him with an odd expression. "And you have yet to do so, then," she said. "For I am half human." Serino blinked then broke into a wide smile. "Well, there is little difference, then, for they say elves are beautiful beyond telling." The girl blushed at that and looked over his head. "Well, Serino Del Vago, Rumanurandim, you honor me with your kind words." It was not until that moment that Serino realized how little of her skin the skirt and half-top she wore covered. He looked down at her body, though she did not seem to mind, as she seemed to be doing the same. A rich masculine, but musical voice came from behind Serino. "Eveth, we should be going," he said. Serino turned to see an elven man standing before him. He stared as the man appraised him, measuring him by some unseen rule. What the man saw, he did not say, but he did not seem upset. "Perhaps you will see your new friend again, some day." Evethlis gave Serino a tiny head bow as she cast the smallest of glares at her father. "I hope we see one another again, Serino Del Vago," she said. No sooner had the elven man and the lovely half-elven daughter moved out of the racks and toward the door when Emilio found him. "There you are boy," he said then looked over Serino's shoulder and shook his head. "I warned you, lad, stay away from elven gels." "But she is so pretty," he said. "And she's a half-elf, not an elf." "My boy, half elf doesn't mean half the heartache," said Emilio. "She'll just break your heart with the elf maiden, then again, with the human woman." "Master Emilio, do you know any elven?" asked Serino. "A little, lad, why? Did her father curse at you?" he asked. "No," replied the lad, "she called me Rumanurandim, though. Is that good or bad?" Emilio blinked at the doorway. "Both. Doubly guard your heart, lad, she thinks you charming." - - - They returned to the Queen with the cart laden down with leather and jars of honey. The sunny weather did not hold and it was pouring as they stumbled back onto the ship after parking the mule and cart under a dock shed. "Market rained out," complained Ruglio as he sat under a patch of sailcloth stretched over the deck, forming a tent of sorts for most of the lower area. "Master Gurillas is mad enough to chew through the decking." "Where's Guissippe?" asked Serino as he sat next to Ruglio, shaking the water off his oilskin cloak. "He disappeared into the town, something about that gel he met two nights ago, I think he named her Juanita," said Ruglio. "He's been mooning about her since. I was surprised to get him out to dance last night, the way he was carrying on." Serino thought about that for a bit. "Well, he'll either find her or get over it, yeah?" "I suppose, he gets like this sometimes," said Ruglio, waxing philosophical. "I'm not sure he's cut out to be a merchant, he sometimes seems ready to marry and settle down." "You're a good friend, Ruglio," said Serino. "Guissippe is lucky to have you, even if you can't stop touching yourself." Ruglio gave him a wicked grin. "If a gel would just do it once in a while, I'd stop," he said. "But I've yet to find a willing helper. What would you know of that, with Alicia keeping your horn drained every couple of days, hmm?" Serino gave him a patient smile. "That's not been most of my life, Ruglio," he replied. "I know, but it sure happened fast, didn't it?" asked the younger boy. "I suppose it did, at that," replied Serino with a distant look. "Hail the Dark One and you get what you seek," said Ruglio, pointing down the docks. Alicia was dodging puddles toward the ship from the cobbled streets beyond the wooden slats of the docks. They both watched as she approached and came running up the gangplank, slamming into Serino as he stood. "I missed you," she said excitedly and kissed him. He returned the kiss and put his arms around her sodden waist, feeling the cold water of the rain on her long hair rubbing his neck. "I missed you, too, Alicia," he murmured into her thick mane, inhaling the scent of mixed soap and jasmine he found there. She grabbed his hand and led him below deck and pushed open his cabin door. Serino followed her with a smile and pushed the door shut. Alicia pinned him to the door again, kissing him and running her hands over his body. "I really did miss you," she said as she came up for air, parting the kiss. "Make love to me." Her voice was deep and husky and Serino found himself wanting to please her. She was his woman, after all. He leaned forward, moving his hands over her round, firm rump and squeezing them hard. Alicia gasped and pressed into him. The passion had gripped Serino and he abandoned all pretext of control on himself. With a pull, he had Alicia's shirt up and over her head and leaned down to kiss the tip of one round breast, topped with a dark brown areola. Then he sucked the nipple as hard as he could, eliciting another gasp from Alicia. "You are excited," said the woman, a growl entering her voice. Serino stood, pushing her back and pinning her to a wall. "Very," he growled kissing her again as he pushed one hand down her flat, muscular stomach then through her thick patch of dark pubic hair to tickle the nub of her clit at the front of her entrance. Alicia sighed and let Serino have her, parting her legs and pulling at the drawstring that held her pants up. They slid to the floor and she slowly stepped out, not wanting to disturb the efforts of the lad's busy hand or mouth, which had moved to her sensitive neck. The Rojando began kissing down from her shoulder, over one breast, then down her belly. "You're sure?" she asked as he trailed kisses over her pubic mound, her fingers running through his short-cropped hair. Serino buried his face in her groin, driving his tongue deep into her. Alicia felt her knees go weak and groaned, "One's blessing, I've wanted that a long while," she said between clenched teeth. Her hands pulled hard on the hair, pressing his face into her and urging him to more aggressive mouthing of her cunt. Alicia cried out, pulling hard on the hair and pressing her shoulders to the wall to arch her back and push her crotch at Serino. He eagerly responded, moaning himself as he lapped harder and faster and che came, climaxing hard and felt a rush of wetness flow from herself. Serino pulled back, smiling. "I've wanted to do that a long while, too," he said. The tall sailor woman pulled him up by his hair and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue and the two fell to the floor slowly sprawling and entwining their limbs. Serino's fingers fumbled for his knapsack for a moment, then he moved atop her, pulling down his pants and with a single, powerful thrust he entered her. Their bodies moved together and his one free hand roamed over her neck and shoulder, caressing her as his lips echoed the movements on her other side. His cock filled her and she felt it pushing deep. Her own body moved of its own accord and writhed and squrmed to achieve this angle or that of his entries. Sweat beaded on Serino's body as he rammed himself into her and he felt her strong body tighten under then release all at once. She screamed, as if releasing all her air in one massive release of sound, along with it. He pulled from her and sat back on his heels, smiling down at her as she panted and smiled up at him in return. "My lover," said Alicia, stroking his smooth cheek. "Few have pleased me nearly as well." Her legs kept rubbing together as the delicious after sensations flowed through her and Serino leaned over her sweat cooling body and kissed her. "I only wish to please you, my darling," he whispered into her ear, each breath sending thrills up her spine. Serino emerged from the cabin later and found they were making ready to sail. The rain had let up and the crew was running about performing the last preparations. "Master Emilio, what about your cart?" he asked. "We pulled it aboard while you were - indisposed - with Alicia," he said. "I don't have the heart to force new lovers apart. Give it a week, and I'll bang on your door and tell you to wet your rod another time." Serino smiled. "Thank you, Master Emilio," he said. "You're kinder than I deserve." "I know, lad, I know," replied the old merchant, giving the lad a hearty pat on the back. "Besides, she's the best sailor of the bunch, and it pays to keep her happy," he added, pointing up into the rigging where Alicia danced like a spider in her hemp web. She seemed to be in three places at once, pulling on the same line she was rigging at that moment. Emilio handed him a big, thick book and a writing box, which would contain quill and ink, along with some other items. "I want you to go below to the hold and inventory everything in my section, lad. It's high time you learned some useful skills." He took the items and headed below, smiling up at Alicia one last time. The work was tedious. Opening each crate and tallying exactly what and how many of things were in them. He checked them off against a master manifest and against Master Emilio's ledger. He had not been shown how to do this, but he did it as it seemed to need doing. If he did it wrongly, he was sure Emilio would make him do it over. It was also harder work than he would have, at first, supposed. Prying open the crates took some effort, and many were heavy. Something in the tanning of the leather left an acid, or something akin, on the skins, too, and his hands were red and raw when he was done, and he had acquired a few splinters in each hand. Ruglio and Guissippe were dicing in the hall when he came up and complained to them. "Damn, you'll get a rot in those if you don't get the splinters out," said Ruglio. The lad tended his hands, using a sharp knife to cut the splinters out of his palms and then rubbing his hands down with some sort of salve. "This is for when it's really dry out for a long time," said Guissippe. "The skin gets red and hurts from the dry sometimes out on the water." "Thanks," said Serino. "I'll get more salve next port." Once at sea, he had little to do. It was after midnight when he found he could not sleep and Alicia was snoring softly beside him, their bodies pressed together in the hammock. He had become more adept at getting into and out of the thing and managed to slip out without even waking the woman. Pulling on his pants and shirt, he walked barefoot up onto the nightwashed deck. Emilio was up there, staring at the full moon. "Master Emilio, you couldn't sleep either?" he asked. "Oh, hello lad," said Emilio. "No, when you get old you find sleep dearer to find and does less to make you feel refreshed, too." Serino nodded and leaned on the railing next to him. "Did that elf girl really think I was charming?" he asked. "Or was she making fun of me?" "No, lad, she did like you," said Emilio. "And more's the pity, she'll always remember your face. Lucky for you, she's too young yet, from what I saw, only twenty or so." "Twenty?" asked Serino. "Aye, boy, elves, even half elves, live a long while and grow only slowly," said Emilio. "She'll not be of age until she's near thirty." Serino blinked at the sky over the ship and the millions of stars that twinkled down upon them. "I've much to learn, Master Emilio," he said. "Aye lad, but you seem to be enjoying the learning, and that's important," said the merchant. Serino went back to his cabin to find Alicia sitting up and watching the door. "I wondered where you'd gotten off to," she said. "Thought you might be sneaking off with that Guissippe lad again." There was a hint of jealousy in the woman's tone, but Serino just smiled. "No, lover," he said. "I'm yours aboard ship." "Well, he does offer something I can't give, you know?" said Alicia. "I'll not hold you to my bed alone, but expect the same of you." Serino thought a moment on that. "As you wish," he said. "I'll not argue with one so free with affection to me." "I'm still sleepy, though, my stallion, I think I'll bed down again, unless you're coming?" asked Alicia. "Not just yet, dearest," said Serino, picking up his towel and washcloth and headed for the bathing room. He entered the little chamber and heard a splash. "Another night bath?" asked the deep voice of Stalker. "Yeah," said Serino as he pulled off his tunic. "I like bathing most every day, as it seems you do, too." He pulled his pants off and folded them neatly and slipped into the water. Serina wondered why she had come this late, knowing Stalker would be here. She was nervous, of course. She was nude, a second time, with the big, muscular sailor. Only water separated them. "We keep meeting like this, and people might talk," said Stalker, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight coming in through the window. Serina leaned back and sighed. "They talk about me already," she said, trying to sound casual and at ease with the matter. A deep chuckle emerged from the dimness. "They talk of you because they like you, lad," he said. "You're likable. Quiet, humble, not afraid to ask questions of those who might know the answer." Serina gave that thought. She supposed that everyone on the ship had been free with smiles when it came to her, and loose with their tongues. "That Alicia has been wafting on clouds since you came aboard is further goodwill, if you'll believe it. She's liked as well, and to see her happy gives the rest of us pleasure, even if half of us sought her bed ourselves." He spoke softly, as if he might well be one of the half who did seek Alicia's company. "I don't know what I did to deserve her attention," said Serina, shrugging uselessly in the darkness. "I was just nice to her." Another deep chuckle marked the darkness. "And that may have been enough, for you," he said. "I find myself liking you, too, even though I wonder at your habits at night." "Wonder? Why?" asked Serina, worried in a sudden moment and having to work hard to avoid letting her voice range too high. "Lad, you're new on ships and with those who man them, so I'll speak blunt, and hope you don't take it amiss," he said. "There are many men on ships, and women, as well, who care little if their bedmates be man or gel. The sea is a dangerous living, if profitable, and we take solace in whatever little pleasures we can glean until we go home." "Man-lovers?" she asked, having heard the term used as an insult amid the young men of the farmsteads. "No," said Stalker, his voice firm. "But they will love a man, if none else can be taken. People don't trust sailors, and will rarely give them the time needed to prove their worth as friends or lovers. The ones who become lonely enough and desperate enough will take anyone that will touch them, and trust them a bit. Crewmates in other words." Serina swallowed. "It must be a hard life," she said. "It is," replied Stalker. "But we can usually count on retiring by forty, with enough money to live in comfort for the remainder, so it isn't without reward." "Do you have a wife at home?" she asked. "Yes," said Stalker. "I get to see her two or three times a year, usually, sometimes more." His voice had acquired that distant sound as it had when he spoke of the female merchant. "But you say that my coming to the bath late at night may attract talk," she said, suddenly very concerned with where their conversation had been going. Stalker was silent a long moment. "Knowingly meeting someone in the bathing room is oft a given sign that you are interested in being with them," he said. This time, it was Serina who sat silently for a while. "I didn't know," she finally said. "I know that, lad," said the sailor. "That's why we're talking." "I didn't mean to make you think. . ." she said, hastily. Stalker chuckled again. "You didn't, but I thought I should warn you, for later, and with others," he said. "I mean, I did come, knowing you might be here," said Serina, unsure why, exactly, she was still speaking. "But I thought to talk." "A bathing room is an odd place for idle banter, Serino," said the sailor, with a hint of accusation in his voice. "Though I'm surprised with Alicia keeping your hammock warm." She blinked at the darkness, worried and frightened. "I should go, then, I. . ." "Go if you like," said Stalker. "I'm a easy going man, and I'll not badger you for favors, lad." Serina was half out of the water. "But you would accept them?" she asked, then flinched as she heard what she had said. The chuckle returned. "Just to talk, eh?" he asked. "That was no 'just to talk' question." She could hear a tension in the man's voice that had not been there a moment before. She slipped further out of the water and stood on the smooth-sanded planks of the floor. Her eyes saw only dim shadows, and she hoped he only saw the same when he looked toward her. "It may not have been, honestly, but I must think on what you've said," she said. He nodded, a motion she barely made out. "You do that, lad," he rumbled, a smile flashing in the dimness. "I'll not mention it again. As I said, I like you, interested in such or not." She pulled her pants on, and Serino gave Stalker a soft good night, nervously, still buttoning his loose shirt up as he left the bathing room. He slipped back into the cabin and into his hammock, where Alicia immediately pressed to him, murmuring something in her sleep. - - - Serino and the other two lads were set to scraping paint the next day on the gaudily painted aft castle of the ship. They would dangle over the side in wooden-seated chairs, from long ropes tied to one unused spar that was run out over the back end. A second rope, very long, was coiled on the deck and tied to their middle, in case they fell off, at least they could pull themselves back to the ship, if they did not drown. "I heard you giving it to Alicia last night, Serino," said Ruglio. "It was like music to fiddle to." Guissippe laughed. "And Ruglio played the fiddle like a virtuoso to that accompanyment," he said. "Still, it was loud enough, lad, you two should be more respectful of your neighbors." Serino blushed at their bantering jibes, but thought he might speak to Alicia regarding how loud they made love. His muscles ached from stem to stern as he ate supper in the mess, in front of the boiling kettles of Grinder's kitchen. He saw Stalker sitting with several other sailors, eating his own supper. He was a good looking man, with shoulders so broad that he seemed almost two normal men. In the dark, it was easy to forget his size. From time to time, he noted that Stalker was looking at him, too. Alicia protested soreness again that night and only wished to kiss and play a bit. Serino acceded to her request, but with some pouting on his part. The ship was making for the Shires of Syriss, and would not put to port for almost a week. She had never been shipboard at one stretch so long, and it seemed a very long time indeed. "We once ran from Coghland to the Windy Isles, almost two straight weeks of hard sailing," Alicia had said with a dreamy expression. "We made a lot of silver that run, we did." Serino decided to not go to the bathing room in the wee hours that night. The urge to do so was there, as before, but he resisted it. He knew if he went, Stalker would have expectations of him. He had been warned. The next day went much the same, thought they now worked the aft port area and the talk was of girls in port and of little side moneys they hoped to earn, squeezing some sellable freight into their cabin. "You're allowed to do that?" asked Serino. Guissippe stared at him. "It's a merchant ship, Serino," he said, "you're half expected to try to scrimp a bit of extra money as you can." She had a few marks and decided, once they got to the Shires, she would try to buy some freight to sell when they arrived in the next port. She had more spare room than the two of them, sharing a room, did. Alicia ammended that idea, though, when he brought it up to her. "I'll just move my things here and we can use my whole cabin," she said. "It's not quite as large as yours, but it can be stuffed full if no one is using it as a room." The idea of Alicia formally moving in with him was rather unnerving, but not objectionable, as they had been sleeping in the same hammock for days. Even the rumors and jokes had died down as the crew accepted their union with one another. Instruction in languages had proceeded, as well, and Serino was finding himself a quick study, picking up more Ghantian and some Syrisian, as well. Emilio began speaking of his learning Coghlandish next, and then some elven. That night, he was very sore and had played Kings' Cross too late with Guissippe, losing two out of three games. He thought of a hot bath and quickly dismissed it, assuming at this late hour, Stalker would be within. Alicia was already asleep, snoring in a very ladylike fashion and Serino sat at his little desk. He looked at his towel and rag, then toward the bathing room. He really did need a bath, but knew Stalker would be there, and if he came at this hour, would have expectations of him. A short debate raged in his head and he found himself wanting to go to the bathing room, despite his better judgement. It was like a part of him wanted to be with Stalker. He fought it back and got into the hammock and lay beside Alicia. The clean smell of her hair and skin made him think of the sweat and smell he must have after two days scraping the hull and not bathing. That small part of himself protested again, saying that Stalker's company would not be bad, and might be pleasurable, as well. He rose from the hammock and picked up his towel and rag. "One protect," he said as he padded into the corridor and down toward the bathing room. It was cloudy out and almost no light entered the darkened bathing room. He stripped down, not trying to be quiet and slid into the water. The lack of anything being said to her made her wonder if, indeed, anyone else were in the bathing room. She moved about the water a bit, reaching out with her hands. She felt flesh and the other shape jumped. "What, who?" asked Stalker's voice, much to her relief. If it had been another crewman, she would have fled, naked or not, back to her cabin. "Oh," said the massive sailor, breathing heavy and smiling. "You gave me a hell of a fright, I suppose I drifted off." "I suppose you did," said Serina, her heart thudding with surprise as well. She was unable to keep some flutter from her voice, despite trying to sound calm. "You thought on what I said the other night?" he asked, relaxing back and moving in the water to sit against the far wall from her. Serina relaxed as well. She did not feel rushed, and took her time thinking before answering. "Yes, I thought on it," she said. "And?" he asked, the tension returning to his voice. She could hear a measure of hope there, and that edge of arousal that she detected, almost always, in Alicia's voice. "I'm here," she said simply, unable to bring herself to elaborate. "I see," he said. One of his big hands was moving near to her, she could feel it stirring the water. "I'm not sure I'm ready to be touched," she said. "I understand," said Stalker and the hand moved away. He, like the first two times, was sitting high in the water, nearly on the edge upon the topmost shelf. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness, enough she could make out some light and shadow. Serina appreciated that he sat more toward the light coming in from the single window, rather than she, where her being a she would be revealed. She lifted one hand from the water, and put it on his thigh. The huge man started a bit at the touch, but he did not protest or pull away. Her breathing was, once again, becoming ragged and she found herself scanning the darkness for anything to see, any movement. Slender, cool fingers slid up his leg and the man seemed to relax back, propping his corded back upon the wall and easing down in the water a bit. Serina swallowed as the hairs on his thigh got thicker, and she knew she neared a point where she would have to finish what she began. Soft flesh met her fingers and her hand moved onward until her entire hand rested on the soft sack of his massive scrotum. She felt the cool testicles within, moving easily and loose inside. Stalker groaned and she saw his head lay back and listened to his breath become irregular, just like her own. Upward she guided her fingers, feeling more softness, but increasing warmth as the touched the shaft of his cock, still swelling. The sailor groaned again, then repeated it when she moved her hand to take a grip upon his cock. As she had watched him do, she began stroking the prick, feeling it throb and grow under her touch. "You've soft hands, like that merchant," said Stalker. "I didn't work much," lied Serina, trying to will the flutter and girlish tones from her voice. Stalker lay back and enjoyed her touch, and she enjoyed the touching. She had never held a man's bared cock in her hand before and found the warm softness to her liking. "Have you ever mouthed a man?" asked Stalker. "No, never," said Serina, speaking only truth. "But I'll try it if you wish," she hastily added. "I would like that," said the massive sailor. Ungluing herself from the far wall of the tub, she moved up and between his spread knees, which moved wider as she slipped between them. "Tell me how," she said. "First lick it, as if the batter spoon in your mother's kitchen," said Stalker. She lowered her head, feeling the hot thing even as she only neared it. Her tongue extended and she lapped at the wide shaft of his organ. She allowed her tongue to slide over and up the shaft until she felt the head of his cock. "Now, take the head into your mouth," he said, coaxing her. She opened her jaws wide, parting her lips to accommodate the wrist thick pole. Her teeth barely cleared the bulb of the head before coming to the slightly thinner cock beneath. Serina could not believe she had a man's organ in her mouth. The very idea would have disgusted her not a week ago, and now she performed the act and wanted to continue. A shudder ran through Stalker's body as she closed her lips around the head and gently sucked. She had heard the thing called 'cocksuck', and thought that was what was to be done. "Damn, lad," said Stalker, sighing and brushing his fingers through Serina's hair. "I could let you do that every night." She could tell he was just complimenting her performance, but she pulled the organ from her mouth and said, "And if you ask, I'll do it every night," before taking it back into herself. "Damned if I might just do that," he growled, his hips moving. Her hand had resumed stroking the thick, long shaft. Intermittent sighs and moans came from the darkness where his head was and the motions of his hips grew more pronounced. His breathing was stopping utterly for moments at a time and finally she heard him growl, then cry out quietly. Her mouth filled with something warm and salty tasting. His spend, she realized. From what she had seen two nights ago, she thought there would be quite a lot of it. However, she discovered that a man could spend harder and more. She swallowed only to have her mouth refill instantly with another massive twitch of his rod. Three times after the first, his come filled her mouth and she swallowed, gulping it down with difficulty. The taste was not terribly pleasant, but she enjoyed the act. The sounds he made as he climaxed were very nice, as well, reminding her of the stud horse on the farm when they brought a mare in heat to him. Somehow, the animal baseness of it appealed to her. She found herself wanting to offer herself to him, to bend over the side of the tub and allow him to mount her, as a stallion would a mare. Would he be surprised to find her a woman or simply go through with the act and take her. Would he panic and cry out, telling all of her secret. Serina thought the former, but would not test that theory this night. When the last of his spend crossed her tongue and was swallowed, she pulled back, hoping he had enjoyed it as much as she did. Stalker pulled himself up the wall a bit and said, "Telling me you'll do that when I ask is a bad idea, lad, as good as that was." "But I will," she said, again letting herself talk before thinking. His pole was growing limp and softening in her hand. She stopped mouthing it, sitting back in the water and watching the darkness. "I will do the same for you, if you ask it," said Stalker. "No, no," said Serina, hastily and moving farther away from him in the tub. "Perhaps next time," she said, adding the last as an afterthought. "I really should be in bed." Serina got out of the tub and pulled on her shirt. "You're sure?" asked Stalker, having followed her out of the tub and she saw him looming in the dark beside her. "Yes, please," she said, trying the thong on her pants quickly and hastening out. Alicia lay sleeping again and only murmured to herself in her sleep as Serino crawled into the hammock beside her. He stared at the slumbering woman for a long moment in the dim light of the night-candle, and sighed at the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

Primus Pilum - Part 3 What do you mean he isnt one of the command cadre? asked Thurus, eyeing the newly-arrived commander. They stood over Verus as he lay in the cot, sleeping soundly. Morlani had said he would sleep a day or two but would awaken mostly well and ready to rise. Ghurian stood beside Thurus and shook his head. Ive never seen him before, and at his age, I would have met him long before now, he said. The old ranger rubbed a hand over his balding skull. This man is NOT one of our commanders. Thurus blinked a few times. Then who is he? You said his name is Critus Tanverus? asked Ghurian. Yes, sir, replied Captain Thurus. He had a half-elven aide with him, named Lemovaur of clan Velithar. The old ranger pondered this for long moments. You are certain the aid was of clan Velithar? he asked. Yes, sir, repeated Thurus. Is that significant? It may well be, said Ghurian. Clan Velithar was a clan that left Windir eight centuries ago to live in a deeply forested section of what was then the Northern Extents of the Western Realms. What is it now? asked the captain. Ghurian paused a moment. This was a thing that he did, which drove Thurus, and other junior commanders quite mad - his theatrical pauses. The Senmarch region of Abia, he said. Thurus quickly forgave the theatrical pause, as it was quite called for, in this instance. His aide was an Abian half-elf? he asked. He then turned toward Verus, sleeping on the cot. That means, hes Abian? It would seem, said Ghurian, a hardness coming to his old gray eyes. Still, said the captain, suddenly perplexed, why, then, did he deliver to us a victory over the Abian legions? Are you certain he did? asked the commander. Yes, sir, he did. Believe me when I say: Without his leadership, we would be routing toward the capital right now with three cohorts of legionnaires on our heels, pronounced Thurus. His plan was genius. We even had a good laugh when he arrived, that his name sounded like the old Centurion from Abia, Verus. Ill be damned if he didnt deliver us a victory like Verus would have, were he an Islander. The commander thought a long moment again. Command was reinforcing the garrison even now, by more than a hundred rangers and two hundred more militia. It was in the best defense that the High Command could manage for it, presently. Load him onto a wagon, one with a decent ride, and prepare for us to remove him to Rondall, we will sort out his identity there. In under an hour, soldiers transferred Verus to a wagon, with an attendant healer, and Commander Ghurians contingent left Rennik, bound for the capital. Verus slept through the trip, the wagon, true to Ghurians request, rode smoothly, even over ruts and muddy road. It was one of the wagons formerly used by merchants to haul fragile goods and fruits. A suspension of leather straps, which reduced the movements to those similar to a ship on water, supported it. Sea sickness was a possibility, and the healer succumbed to it twice, but the ride was smooth enough to allow a recovering, wounded, old soldier to sleep. On the eve of the second day, they rolled into the beleaguered capital of the Windy Isles. A city of fewer than ten thousands, now swelled to nearly thirty with refugees and military units drawn from throughout the islands and even beyond. Elves were in great evidence, dozens of them, as they felt, in large part, responsible for this invasion, and were freely giving of themselves to reinforce the troubled and invaded nation. They formed the core of the healer cadre, as their natural ability to mend wounds could well count for more during a battle between men than even their keen aim and skilled swords. Every Islander military unit had at least one elf with it, attending to the duty of being the commanders aide and, secondarily, as the units healer. Some units, those expected to see more activity, had many elves in their ranks, both bolstering their numbers with skilled scouts and provided added insurance of healing. However, the war was going poorly. It seemed that no matter how many galleons the valiant navies of the Isles and Windir sank, more legionnaires were constantly streaming forth from their three beachheads on the Isles. In the last week, the Abians had taken one of the precious trimarans, further demoralizing the Islanders, and terrifying the elves. Until then, the trimarans had represented a form of invulnerability to the Abian threat. They were bulwarks that, while not utterly a wall, represented a massive hindrance to the reinforcement of the Abian camps. The remaining trimaran captains were now cautious, and the number of ships they were sinking reduced. Scouts reported that the Abian legions were reinforcing strongly now, and they would soon be at full strength. Rumors from spies within Abia also confirmed that four full legions were in the west of the empire, near port cities. The fear was that these legions were poised for a massive assault upon the Isles and all indications were that this was true. Commander Ghurian meant to find out who this man was, this Critus Tanverus, and discover his part in things. His mind dwelt upon the unpleasantness that an intense interrogation might involve, and looked at the wagon that contained the old man. He did not wish to do what he knew he would probably have to. However, the decision was not his to make, he discovered. As his company moved through town, they were stopped by a, for elves, massive formation of elven troops. They wore the silver and green livery of the elven king, and were the guards of the ranking elven representative on the Isles, Lord Ambassador Levethan. What is this about, commander? asked Ghurian as the leader of the elven company stepped forward, a grizzled elven soldier named Rethas. Rethas stood tall, despite his rather diminutive stature, and his presence was palpable. He watched as the old ranger dismounted, and then said, The Lord Ambassador believes that you are escorting a prison to whom he wishes very much to speak. His Syrisian was clipped and precise, and it carried the unmistakable accent that an elf was speaking. There was some murmuring among Ghurians company, but the commander silenced it with a mere glance. He then turned back to Commander Rethas. He holds no official jurisdiction within the Windy Isles, Commander Rethas. This is my prisoner, and I will not yield him up to a foreign dignitary to be spirited away to sovereign land within my own nation. The elf considered his words for a moment, though Ghurian could see him controlling a small measure of wroth with care. Then, Commander Ghurian, honorable veteran of many battles by mine own side, will you not consider a joint custody on your own terms? The elves had been prepared for his refusal, and this worried Ghurian more than their mere insistence on taking the captive for their own holding. He put one of his great hands on Rethas shoulder, in a traditional greeting among warriors of elves and men. Let us speak in private, my old friend, and perhaps we can make a more reasoned decision, said the old ranger. He looked toward his second. No one moves until we return. The captain nodded and began issuing orders. Rethas and Ghurian walked to the side, and, spying a tavern, they walked inside. The innkeeper cleared a side room for the two of them and brought them a bottle of wine and two glasses. Now, Rethas, what is this about? said Ghurian, taking a small sip of the wine. He winced at the sourness of it. The wine had been poor since the start of the war as most of the best vineyards were in the south of the isles. Two of the best areas were now beachheads for the Abians. A minuscule narrowing of the eyes was the only reaction the ever-polite elf granted to the poor quality of the wine. The man you are carrying is more important than you know, friend. I know he is a very accomplished spy, is what I know, said Ghurian. One so highly valued that the Abians very likely suffered a major defeat to simply to allow him to gain trust. The old elf, and he was an old elf, bearing gray hair and many lines on his face, very unusual for elves in general, focused his silver eyes upon Ghurian. We do not believe that was the case, he said. We believe that the man you transport, and mean to interrogate is none other than Verus, the retired Abian Centurion. Ghurian barked out a laugh. I believe the much-vaunted elven spies have, for once, failed you, friend, he said. He took another sip of the sour wine. Verus retired ten years ago from the service of the Empire, it is well known, for most of their enemies breathed a deep sigh of relief. Hell, I studied his battles at the academy, under your own tuteledge, I might add. Be that as maybe, said Rethas, we believe that you bear him now into Rondall. Commander Ghurian blinked at him a few times, then asked, Why do you believe that? I tell you this only as a friend, and it may sour that friendship, said the old elf. The Lord Ambassador was secretly working on a peace agreement with the Abians to get them to leave the Isles in exchange for certain concessions from the elves. What sort of concessions? asked Ghurian, suddenly very worried. We were to agree to training a legion of their forces to ranger status, for the agreement of peace and withdrawal from the Isles and two hundreds of years of non-agression, said Rethas. You were going to train rangers for them? asked the old ranger, stunned. And you believed they would abide by their half of the agreement? No, said Rethas, we did not. He looked out the window at the two companies standing, and facing toward one another in the road. But we figured they would at least withdraw for a while and give your people the respite needed to rebuild and train your own defences. Then be set upon by rangers under the enemys banner! screamed Ghurian, slamming his fists down on the table. The proffered agreement is now moot, friend, please calm yourself, said Rethas. There will be no training, and no peace. As a matter of fact, there will only be our ultimate defeat, if that man is Verus, and you try and execute him as a spy. Wait a moment, said Ghurian. You never explained why you thought this particular man was Verus. So far, youve only shown me that elves can be as sneaky and foolish as men. Old friend, I am not certain if that was an insult or a compliment, said Rethas, chuckling. Ghurians expression softened a bit. Okay, I apologize, he said. But why do you think that was Verus? Our spies reported that Verus was to escort the Abian negotiator for the cause, a half-elven noblewoman from a clan living in Abia, said the old elf. The Lady Emogen, who is still regarded as trustworthy by our folk. He sat back and regarded the wine still in his glass dubiously. We have heard that a half-elven aide was at the side of this commander when he arrived in Rennik. She matches the description we have of Lady Emogen. I heard her description, as well, and it would cover about a quarter of all the half-elven women who have been on the Isles, said Ghurian. You must have more to go on than that. The elf shrugged. There is also the matter of the trimaran, said Rethas. We only recovered the crew that was set adrift two days ago, and they say that it was Verus who bested them. Well, a crew would at least hope that a worthy opponent was victorious over them, for certain, said Ghurian. But it was bound to happen that a trimaran would eventually be overwhelmed by superior numbers. Rethas laughed. That is exactly the point, friend Ghurian, he said, they were bested by a single galleon, and not even a troop transport, at that. What? asked the ranger. One galleon? One, repeated the elf, holding up a single digit to reinforce the concept. Ghurian peered out the window again and stared at the wagon with the man aboard. Was that man Verus, the terror of all who faced Abia for nearly thirty years? Why would they send their most treasured commander, ever, into harms way like this? asked the old ranger. The elf looked at him levelly. So we would kill him, he said. Ghurian blinked a few times, then shook his head. That makes no sense, he said after the pause. Think, if you will, like the Praetor, commander, said Rethas. You are conducting an unpopular war. Your armies are only barely following your orders, and they refuse to commit further legions to a cause you need at least two more legions to complete. Your finest commander, who would hand you victory easily, refuses to help, and stays in retirement. So, what do you do? You find a way to get the armies to fall into line. Conveniently, that same obstinate leader is also unbelievably popular with the legions. You talk him into a mission to the enemies land, a peace mission, a treaty offering. When the enemy treacherously kills him, your legions immediately fall into lockstep and are more than willing to extract revenge upon the offending nation. The old commander sighed. You get four legions, which are conveniently positioned to move quickly, to attack a few days later, he said hoarsely, almost wheezed. Seven legions, friend, would crush us like a vintner would crush grapes, said Rethas, setting down his glass. Though I wager we would be a finer vintage than this rotted fruit. I will release the prisoner to you, said Ghurian. On condition that I can remain with him at all times. You, of course would have unlimi.. . . started Rethas. At all times, the commander restated, interrupting the elf. I do not leave his side. The elf smiled. Acceptable, he said. - - - - - - - - - - You, sir, had better damn well be who we think you are, said Ghurian as Verus blinked at the dim illumination in the room. He looked around slowly, taking in the surroundings. Wood-paneled walls and finely wrought tapestries met his gaze. He immediately saw the hands of elves in the decor, the delicate scrollwork on the moldings and the intricateness of the tapestries attested to fingers far mor nimble than those of men. Lastly, his eyes fell of Commander Ghurian, sitting in a chair nearby, sliding a war sword over a whetstone. If you are not Verus, then you will be very dead shortly. Verus gave him a weak and resigned smile. I am Verus, he said. The wave of relief that overcame the old Centurion was like a ton of lead ingots being lifted from his neck and shoulders. He was no longer skulking and was himself again. Verus was a soldier, not a spy, and he discovered that he would rather face death than be deceitful again. Good, said the old commander, who looked to be about the same age as Verus, himself. Though you will excuse me if I seek proof of that claim. Verus sighed and laid his head back onto the pillow. If I can prove it, then I shall, he said. He was not even trying to project the Islander accent onto his Syrisian anymore, and spoke plainly. Right, then, said Ghurian and stood. He walked to the door and poked his head out, then returned to his seat. A few minutes later, Commander Rethas entered the room, with a adolescent elven girl with him. Verus blinked at the two of them and could not help but smile at the girl, who looked very nervous and exceedingly tiny. He says he will submit to proving his identity, said Ghurian. The old elf nodded. Verus noted the war sword on the elfs hip, so he was another soldier. The young girl, obviously, was unarmed. The elf spoke to the girl in his own language, a melodious babble that soothed Verus ears with its softness and beauty. The girl answered in a soprano reply, the sound even more soothing than the old soldiers. She smiled weakly and turned to Verus. I am called Revandis, she said. I am the means by which you will prove yourself. Her face was nervous, as was her body language. However, her golden eyes were steady as she regarded him. You will have to trust me. I do, said Verus, his mind drifting to two of his granddaughters, who looked to be this girls age. He had to remind himself that she was elvenborn, and was probably in her forties. She nodded again. Then relax your mind, and think of that trust, she said. Verus was not quite sure how to do that, but did what he thought was relaxing his mind. A moment later, he felt something inside his head. It was as if part of his psyche had become like clay, and was being molded. Her eyes dominated everything that he saw. As a matter of fact, her eyes were all that he now saw. A small place in his mind was now empty, his own thoughts pushed aside from that area. Then there was something there. She was there. He could feel her soft and warm mind inside his skull. It was not as if he were being invaded, though, and a part of him felt ashamed to have such intimacy with such a young woman. His breathing grew short as she filled the void she had created. Her own breathing was short, as well, and her face was shining with sweat. He thought, incongruously of his mothers cooking, of cinnamon-spiced biscuits. The scent came from the girl, from Revandis. Her smile grew broader. I am within him, she said, finally. Ask what you will. Verus found he could break the intense gaze now. She had left a part of herself within him, he could feel her peering through his mind. It was not enough of her to make him feel occupied, if felt more like a stray thought that was not entirely his own. Is that you, Revandis? He asked the thought. There was a brief pause as he felt part of his mind being prodded, then he heard, it is a part of me, Verus, yes, it said. Are you, indeed, the Abian Centurion, Primus Pilum Verus? asked Ghurian. I was, Verus replied. Revandis nodded at the same instant. Not only was part of her mind within his, part of his mind was within her. The old commanders eyes widened a bit at the confirmation. A few moments passed as he thought on this. Primus Pilum, why have you come? he asked. I came to assist the Lady Emogen in reaching this city to negotiate with the elves for peace, said Verus. The young elven girl nodded agreement. You arent spying? asked Commander Ghurian. No, said Verus. If anything, Ive committed treason upon my own nation, by aiding Windy Island forces in the defeat of three cohorts of legionnaires. Again, Revandis nodded, a smile upon her face. He thinks we should win, she added. Verus turned quickly toward her. Revandis! said Rethas, then began speaking harsh words in elven. Gone was the soft, melodious tones, and tears welled in the little girls eyes. Stop it! yelled Verus, with such vehemence that both Ghurian and Rethas took a step back and the elf even reached for his sword, so sure was he that the human would attack him. She didnt mean to read past my answer, It was my thought, not her doing. Revandis smiled at him and her golden eyes glittered. Thank you, Verus, but Commander Rethas is correct, I betrayed the trust you gave me in letting me into your mind, I will try to refrain from doing so again, she said. Her voice was amazingly reasonable for coming from a little girl. She turned to the elven commander. Her auburn hair caught the light and reminded Verus of Emogens hair. Continue the questioning, and I grant Revandis permission to repeat any thoughts I have, even if they do not directly pertain to the question asked, said Verus, straightening again and placing a hand upon the young elfs shoulder. Very well, and noted, said Rethas. Did you intend to aid in the victory in Rennik? If you did, why? Verus smiled. I did intend it, he said. And the why of it is simple: Ive never lost a battle, and did not intend to start there. Revandis looked up at him with worried eyes. He did intend it, but he is being evasive about the reason, sirs, she said. Verus grin broadened. I wanted to see how good she is, he said. I gave them the victory because the Abian cause here is unjust, and the Abian governor over this travesty is a criminal, even by our loose standards. The young elven girl grinned playfully. He speaks the truth now, she said. Her eyes then flicked over his features again. He wishes to help us defeat the Abians, he thinks that they killed or kidnaped a woman he loves. The words were pouring out of the young woman she relayed his thoughts, thoughts he placed there for her to repeat. He does not trust his own people anymore, especially the Praetor. He only asks that we get his family to safety and that we retrieve Lady Emogen, if she lives. The expression on the two commanders faces were stunned. Can her interpretations be trusted? asked Commander Ghurian. The elven commander nodded. So far as we know, one can only evade a mental joining, they cannot lie to it, he replied. Unless this man is insane; the mentally unsound oft deceive themselves. I do not think this is the case. His wizened elven face was encroaching on a smile without quite achieving one. We must think on your - offer - Verus, said Ghurian. Can they stay joined? he asked Rethas. The elven commander, in turn, turned to Revandis and asked her a question in elven. The elven girl nodded. We can easily stay joined if we stay within a few paces of one another, she said. The connection will fade if we go farther from one another. We cannot leave a young girl alone with a man we are not sure of, Rethas, said Commander Ghurian. Revandis looked at the large man with an even stare. He will not harm me, I trust him, she said. She held up her hand and placed it against the palm of Verus. Just as he trusts me. Verus wrapped his still powerful fingers about her tiny hand and held it gently. Do not leave the elven compound, then, said Rethas. Revandis is unused to humans, and is only here because her entire family is on the Isles. They will be wroth to hear how we have abused her gift, but I will weather that storm when it comes to me. The young elven maiden smiled gently at Commander Rethas. I offered it, commander, you did not force me, she said. Verus was again startled by the remarkable maturity in the girls voice, despite his knowing she was far older than she appeared. He could not shake the automatic assumption that she was less than thirteen years of age. The two commanders left the chamber and left the door open. Would you like to take a walk? asked Revandis. Verus was very tired, but wished to humor the girl. Yes, he said. We really dont have to talk in words do we? He said mentally. She shook her head. And you do not really wish to walk, but you will serve yourself poorly if you lie abed, she said reasonably. You will need to exercise to regain your vigor. Her tiny hand tugged on his and he followed her out the door and into a forested meadow. He had expected the elven embassy to be beautiful, but had no idea how well they could blend the landscape and the various things needed into a harmonic whole that formed a work of art, when viewed from almost any angle, when looking any direction. Great, green trees towered over the low buildings, which seemed to emerge from the earth like boulders, rather than built structures. The stonework was cleverly contrived to look akin to the strata lines found in jutting rock outcroppings. There were many elves about, wearing either short skirt suits like Emogen had worn, or, in the case of men, loft, tailored pants with open-necked shirts. Revandis wore a skirt set, which he thought rather revealing for a girl so young. I am thirty-eight years old, Verus, she thought, smiling. Youre still a little girl, responded Verus. Another voice pierced his thoughts: If you only knew, Primus Pilum, what little girls were made of. The expression on Revandis face was one of shock and upset, and she cringed at those words. I am sorry, that will not happen again, thought the young elf to him. Verus had a distinctly unclean feeling in his mind when that thought, with the more powerful voice, had finished rebounding off the inner walls of his skull. He turned his wide eyes to Revandis. Just what was that? he asked, suddenly very uncomfortable with their mental link and desiring to use it as little as maybe. It was nothing, replied the elven girl, please forget it happened. Im not sure I can, but I will not pry into your mind, said Verus. She giggled. Unlike other folk you know? she asked. Verus shrugged. If the shoe fits.. . . They walked the glades of the elven compound. It was surprisingly large and spacious, though he suspected much of the sense of space was created by careful use of the landscaping. As they neared the wall of the compound on the south side. She asked, Why do you say the governor is a criminal? He breaks even our laws, much less those of honorable battle, replied Verus. Revandis blinked at him. Laws of battle? I thought all was fair in battle, she said. The old Centurion laughed. In some ways, it is, but there are certain rules that must be adhered to, unless you seek genocide on one side or the other. The girl nodded and pointed out a flowering bush. It had massive red blooms upon it and he could smell it even at ten paces. That bush I planted, three years ago, she said. It was a gift of the ambassador of Niliwan to me. Verus sniffed it softly, It has a distinctive and powerful scent, he said. The girl giggled again. That is what the ambassador said of me, said Revandis. Verus sniffed the air again and could definitely smell the young elf beside him. You smell of cinnamon, he said. She nodded. Most elves do, but my odor is said to be a bit more powerful, because of - well - because of my abilities. A warning tripped in his mind that she was lying, so the link is two way, he thought. She gave him a pleading look and he knew it was to not pursue the truth in her words, so he did not. There was far too much of his granddaughters in this young and peculiar elven girl. Something in his heart told him that the answer would be more painful for her than the lie. He also knew, instantly, that this poor, young, nearly-woman was already something of a pariah among her own folk. He would not further her alienation by adding his name to the list of people who judged her. In an infinitely sad state of mind, Revandis said, yes, it works both ways. They walked the perimeter of the compound, which, as Verus had suspected was smaller than it felt. The entire time, Revandis did not let his hand go. Where are your parents? asked Verus. Revandis said, You may have seen them, they are in Rennik, aiding in the effort there. Verus nodded. I spoke with a few elven folk there, perhaps I did speak to them, he smiled. I will know when I meet them again. Heavy footsteps sounded from behind them, and they turned to see Commander Ghurian approaching with Commander Rethas. Weve decided to trust you, Verus, said Ghurian. Verus expression did not change at all. And my terms? he asked. If they can be met without compromising our military actions, then they will be met, said Rethas. We will need a complete listing of your family to be extricated. It did not surprise him that they would comply with that request. Having his family here, by his own request, would effectively make them hostages, against which his loyalty could be leveraged. It was funny, in a way, how he was willing to give his family into such a state with these folk, but not with his own native land. He looked down at Revandis, standing beside him and giving him an odd look, which, even without the joining of their minds told him that it was right to trust these people. He envied her simplicity of thought in good and evil. Then he was inordinately proud of the fact she thought him good. I will compile one immediately, said Verus, nodding. What of Lady Emogen? Rethas looked at him sternly. We may not be able to retrieve her, he said. She is already en route to Abia, under heavy guard. You have good intelligence, said Verus. Rethas walked part way into the glade, examining the trees across the open field of green. We use magic to communicate with many of our scouts, he said. It is how we found out about your coming to us. Verus chuckled and looked at Ghurian. The Abians suspect that, in all honesty, but theyve never been able to confirm it. The Abians? They? asked Ghurian. You say that as if you are not one of them. When I commanded Islander forces against Abian legions, I ceased being one, said Verus. The self-loathing in his features was obviously echoed in his mind as Revandis cringed away. He hates what his people have made him do, said the elven girl. The two commanders nodded. Weve all done things we wished others wouldnt make us do, said Ghurian, closing his eyes. That may well be the epitaph of all soldiers. The ambassador and the Island High Command are being summoned, and you will speak to them before this is finalized, said Rethas. Have your list of relations ready, and be sure to have your wits about you. Verus nodded and looked down at Revandis. Show me to the library, please, Revandis, he said. She nodded immediately, and pulled him into motion, leaving the two commanders standing on the path. She showed no inclination to release his hand, until they had entered the library. Hello, Revandis, said the elven woman who was sitting near the entrance, obviously the curator. Who is your tall friend? She spoke in Syrisian, out of deference for Verus, no doubt. His name is Verus, and he is here to help us drive off the Abians, said the elven girl unabashedly, smiling up at the elven woman. The librarian adopted a wide-eyed expression. THE Verus is here to aid us in our fight? she asked. She looked at the old Centurion for a moment. Surely, this is one of the Isles who bears his honored name. The librarian did not wait for an answer, and moved to along the long rows of books. For an embassy library, this one was a well stocked, thought Verus. Verus and Revandis looked at each other for a moment and exchanged a smile. They, however, let the librarian go to what it was that she thought she was doing. The elegant elven woman returned a moment later, seeming to glide in the cream-colored silken gown she wore. She bore a sizable tome, which was marked plainly in Syrisian script. I will show you a picture of the Abian Verus, Revandis, so you will know who is who. The elven woman flipped through the heavy parchment pages and finally came to what she sought. Laying the book upon the desk, upside down to her, so that the elven child could see it. Revandis looked at it for a moment, then looked up at the librarian. As I said, This is Verus, and he is here to help us. The librarians expression shifted to one of mild annoyance and she looked down at the book, Verus also examined the hand-penned illustration of himself. It was a good likeness of him, twenty years ago. A half a moment passed and the librarian looked up at the tall man, her jaw somewhat slack. By the Spirits, she said. You are the Primus Pilum. Verus smiled. As the Lady Revandis has said, maam, he said, bowing his head slightly. The elven girl flashed a thought into his mind: How did you know I bore a title? I did not, until you just told me, replied Verus through his thoughts, though I should have guessed with such a well-mannered and intelligent young woman that you were someone special. Revandis blushed slightly at the compliments. In a traditional elven way, she replied in kind with a compliment of her own: You are a good man to help us, Verus, we sorely need it. Then her mental voice changed slightly, again deepening: You are a very dignified and handsome man, as well, Primus Pilum. The blush on the little girls face deepened, but she kept her mouth still. What brings you to the Isles and specifically to my library, Centurion? the librarian said, now recovered from the initial shock of meeting someone straight out of the pages of her texts. I need parchment, a quill, and ink. Ive been asked to make a list, said Verus, as Revandis nodded. The librarian quickly provided the requested items and stood quietly at her post, watching the pair as they walked to one of the writing desks. I will pen it for you, if you wish, Verus, said the girl. I write well. Verus nodded. Very well, he said. An image flashed in his mind of the time he had spent teaching his own grand daughters to write, and a warm feeling came over him. Revandis sat upon the seat and Verus seated himself upon a stool beside the desk. She took a moment to carefully arrange her materials and then looked at the old soldier expectantly. Verus listed off the names of the family members he felt needed to be evacuated from the empire, prior to his defection being known. His sons, daughters, their spouses, and their children. He also listed his surviving sister, all his other siblings were now dead, as was her husband. He watched as Revandis wrote out the words he spoke in flawless script. It was a marvel how fast her little fingers could move, and with such precision. She made no mistakes as she wrote out the thirty six names, and their locations, so far as Verus knew. He, once again, was forced to remember that she had probably been writing for fifteen years. They walked from the library, having returned the writing materials to the keeper. The girl guided him back to the building in which he had been housed. Around from the entrance to his room was a long, low-ceilinged room, which she said was the dining hall. This caused Verus to chuckle, as it looked more like a root cellar to his eyes. A long shelf was covered in fruits and vegetables. Only a very few cured meats were present, in clay jars. We do not partake of much meat, said Revandis, responding to his thoughts and selecting a small platter of fruits, vegetables and one strip of cured deer meat. Not that we do not like a good steak, when one is offered, she amended, smiling. Verus assembled a platter for himself, as well, trying to follow her lead, and only taking one strip of the meat. They sat at one of the long tables. Few others were in the dining hall, he noted, scanning the half-dozen or so other occupants. It is not really a mealtime, Revandis thought to him. Most have already eaten, and we will probably be having a cooked supper, this night. Is that unusual? asked Verus. The girl nodded. Only one or two meals a week are usually taken warm, she said. Except during cold months, where a chill needs be warded off, and then stews are the standard meal. Verus nodded. The elven ways were surprisingly easy to comprehend, and he had thought they might be a bit - well - odder. Revandis fetched them each a large mug of some sort of mild ale and they sipped it. It had a spicy taste, but was not strongly alcoholic. Normally, we take water with our food, so as not to dull the inherent tastes, the girl informed him. But drinkable water is scarce in Rondall these days, from the overcrowding of men. The old man understood completely. In many of the larger Abian cities, the water was unfit to consume without boiling it. Most folk made do with beer and wine. As they worked their way through the meal, Revandis kept up a steady stream of innocuous questions about Abia. How many people lived there? What was the climate like? Things of such a nature as to be non-informative from a military standpoint, but enough to sate a childs curiosity about a place. He suspected that she was intentionally avoiding asking him any questions which he might be inclined to skirt in answering. After a dozen such questions, he began to think that these were simply the things a little girl would be interested in, and chided himself for thinking too much like a old soldier, or worse, a politician. I am avoiding asking you some things, Verus, she said into his thoughts. I do not want to be an interrogator - do you mind telling me the disposition of troops on the western coast? This last thought caused Verus eyes to widen. He stared for a moment at Revandis, who was stuffing a large hunk of melon into her mouth and studiously looking toward the doorway. There was a mischievous gleam in her eye, though, and she could not keep up the charade for long before she broke into giggles that set his heart to weeping at sheer joy in them. She looked at him and said, I once heard one of the commanders ask that of the ambassador, and thought it sounded superbly military. Verus noted, unlike the other elves in the dining hall, Revandis ate with a energy and fervor that rivaled that of Abian legionnaires after a hard march. Now that he was watching, he noted she had an appalling tendency to stuff another mouthful of food into her mouth before fully swallowing the previous. Do all elven girls eat so hastily? The girl stopped and looked at him sheepishly. Sorry, I do not mean to bolt my food, she said, shame creeping into her thoughts. I usually have something else I simply must get to, and cannot wait to get to it. Verus nodded, having only learned the art of more sedate dining in the last ten years of his life, himself. I wont hold it against you, he said. To a young person, the world must seem as if it is in dire need of exploration, and the sooner the better. She nodded sagely, and smiled at him. You are a very wise man, said Revandis. A young elf, only a few years older than Revandis approached them and bowed to the table. The ambassador seeks your presence, Primus Pilum Verus, and asks that Lady Revandis accompany you, he said formally.

Feldare Tales - A Dare for Hanna by Mack the Knife Hanna was sitting in the Pierced Boar tavern in the village of Morrovale. She was perched beside her best friend Sharesh, the Rakasta, on one of the taverns bar stools. Hanna had one of the special stools, which were noticeably taller, to accommodate the halflings tendency to be three foot in height or less. Her sizable bare feet were propped onto the first rung down from the padded seat. There were other halflings dwelling near this village, several communities within a weeks walk, but she had not come to visit them. Hanna had met plenty of halflings at home; she was out in the world to see other things, to find new experiences, and most of all, for a few weeks now, to see if she could bed a centaur. Sharesh was a very different sort. She was dressed in a long cloak with a hood, to minimize her inhuman features. Being a humanoid feline could have its advantages, but it also had its drawbacks, such as people taking immediate and great notice of you. Near the feet of the stool her tail swished near the floor, always in motion, and she teased the taverns resident cat with it unconsciously. It might be considered laughable that a halfling would wish to even try to bed a centaur, but for one to actually think she could pull it off was beyond reason. Sharesh attempted to tell her so. You will get yourself killed, Hanna, if you try that. Sharesh said. She hooked her clawed thumb toward the door, and thence to the stables. Her feline face had concern on it, but her huge emerald green eyes were glittering with amusement. Hanna shrugged and combed her fingers through the shoulder-length curls of her honey-colored hair. Its like religion, I suppose. Hanna said, her head tilting slightly. I simply have faith in myself. Then she giggled. Besides, I have a plan. She looked out the door, focusing her brown eyes past the field between the tavern and the villages public stables. In the stables paddock, three male centaurs were sunning themselves. They had just arrived in Morrovale from some faraway land and were resting before continuing their journey to their homelands. Their arrival in the little village had caused quite a stir, but the two girls were used to such goings on. Additionally, they were seeking centaurs, or at the least Hanna was. Sharesh believed she had a more reasonable grasp of the scope of this situation. She had once bedded a half ogre, and had spent a week recovering from it. That was despite her incredible agility and resilience. And he had been being gentle with her. For this particular young rakasta, a week without some play had been a sore trial. Now Hanna wished to achieve one of the greatest achievements of cross-species adventurers: To accommodate a centaur. Given that a centaurs One-given equipment was nearly the length of Hannas arm, it would be unfeasible. But Hanna was insistent. Sharesh had acquired an alchemical potion of healing should things go awry, or worse yet, should Hanna succeed. Her little friend gulped down another shot of liquid courage and called to Tammer, the barkeep. Another please, Tammer. I can still feel my toes. She said, breaking into a fit of giggling. The bartender had to be a hundred if he was a day. He walked down the bar and presented her with another shot of rum, taking away her old glass. He stopped moving for a moment and smiled at the girls. You two are a sight for sore eyes, I must say. He said. Ive not seen the likes of you for years, such pretty lasses in my bar. The two beamed under the compliment, and cooed over the aged man for a few moments, and Sharesh thought she might just give this gallant gentleman a snuggle tonight, as a proper show of gratitude for someone who had served the world well. To Sharesh, bartenders were a hallowed class, and deserved respect and honor, among other expressions of gratitude. She leaned close to him and said. You wouldnt be sleeping alone tonight would you? One of her hands moved to just under his chin, and a single claw slid from its protective sheath, gently scratching along his jaw line. A tiny vibration of a purr crept into her breathy voice, as well, just to make the question more inviting. Tammer laughed. I guess I will, because aint no young beauty like you going to give me a tumble. He said, smiling at the girls. He turned and headed down the bar to deal with other demanding patrons, but the smile remained on his wrinkled face. As he took the mens orders, he kept casting his green eyes back toward the rakasta in brief, furtive glances. Hmm. Sharesh murmured. I wouldnt be too sure, old man. She smiled a predatory smile, her long fangs flashing. Hanna eyed her friend. Youll bed anyone with a pulse wont you? She asked, patting Shareshs long, gray furred leg. Mmm-hmm The Sharesh said, and looked down at her friends hand, then slowly up her arm to her pretty oval face. Including you, little one, if you keep stroking my thigh. She winked at her halfling companion. She turned on the stool, and Hannas hand was forced by the changing angles to slide far up the muscular thigh, dangerously close to Shareshs loincloth. The fur was soft and warm under the halflings hand. The halfling looked down and said. You tempt me, Sharesh, you really do. Then she looked back up, meeting the taller womans eyes. But you know women arent really my mug of beer. Then she looked down again, her brown eyes growing wistful. But, I find myself thinking more and more often of thinking of changing mugs. She rubbed the soft fur of the cats thigh a bit more, and then retrieved her errant hand. Sharesh said, Whenever youre ready, let me know. Ill bring you over gently, or not, by your preference. Her very large eyes started watching the bartender again. She paused a moment, speaking without taking her eyes off of Tammer. You know what your planning is impossible. Hanna said. It is no such thing, Ive planned for the differences in size and such. I will bring the centaur off inside me and I'll not use my hands, as I hear human women have to do. The halfling mimed holding onto something huge and tumescent between her legs. The cat sighed. I wager three marks of silver that you cannot. She said with an authoritative tone in her voice. The gentle swishing of her long tail became swifter and had more sharp movements in it, infuriating the taverns rat-catcher. I will cover that bet, cat girl. Said Hanna. Ill even sweeten the deal and Ill let you take me to bed if I cannot, as well. Then she giggled. Not that I probably wont go willingly enough soon, anyway. Very well, you have till midnight, then. The cat-girl pronounced, looking over at the expensive water clock in the corner. The halfling dropped off of her stool, and stood on wobbly legs. Okay, then, Im off. She said. She headed out the door, toward the paddock, with a look of determination on her small, cute face. Holding her drink in her hand, she watched her friend walk out. Sharesh shook her head mournfully and fingered the pouch with the emergency potion. She hoped it wouldnt be needed. Hanna would get one look at the swinging organ of the centaur and bolt, she hoped. She held up her empty glass. Bartender, I need another drink. She said. Tammer came back down to her. You and your little friend can sure pack it away. He said, chuckling. The smile he adopted caused some of the wrinkles marking his age to deepen, but also showed Sharesh that he was a man who had always smiled a lot. Sharesh looked at him oddly, he thought, and then said. Something tells me you can pack it away as well, grayhair. She smiled at him, her deeply cleft cats lip causing the smile to be very broad and toothy. When he handed her the drink, she wrapped her hand around his and extended her long claws. He couldnt pull away without lacerating himself. Will you grace me with your presence tonight, Tammer? She asked, sweetly. I would dearly love to share your warmth. She was purring full strength now, and her eyes nearly glowed with intensity. Standing from the stool, her cloak had fallen open and Tammer regarded the long, very well shaped and gray-furred body as it was revealed to him and gulped visibly. Her small loincloth and abbreviated half-tunic concealed little, and what he did see was very much to his liking. He even let his eyes wander down her legs, where she had clawed feet perched on the bottom rung of the stools cross-members. The legs were flawless, even with their backwards knees. Tammers eyes grew wide. Lady, if I thought I would do anything but disappoint you, I would quite happily keep you company. He said and chuckled again, though this one sounded forced. Youre too hot blooded for my old bones. Youd snap me like kindling. There are plenty of young lads about the place, and you know you could pick your favorite, or even favorites. You underestimate yourself, grayhair. She said and leaned over the bar to where her small triangular nose was nearly touching his. You have one more night of wild abandon in you, I can smell it. She paused, inhaling deeply. And I will have it. Claws slid through his salt and pepper hair as she stroked the back of his head with her free hand, his whole scalp tingled with the gentle, dangerous contact. She then sat back, smiling. You will not sleep alone this night, even if you do not touch me. She retracted her claws and sipped her drink. This drink, she noticed, was apparently on the house, for the barkeep had wandered off down the bar with a dazed look and did not ask for payment. Outside, Hanna was nervously approaching the three centaurs. Two were dozing, and the third was mending a saddlebag with some rawhide strips and a huge needle. She thought he was very handsome, with craggy features and rippling muscles on his chest and arms. His equine body showed well-developed muscles under its fine layer of stiff fur. He was power incarnate, so far as she could tell, and could easily kill a man without weapons. The thought of all that power, bound to one mind, made her loins warm. At her approach, he looked up and said. Hail, smallfoot. He wore a large smile, displaying a set of large chisel-shaped teeth behind a wide, smiling mouth with soft-looking lips. Hanna walked up to the fence of the paddock, and then leaned both arms on its middle rail, resting her head on her folded, well-tanned arms. Well met, proudmane." She said, letting her eyes roam over his long form. He looked a bit nervous for a moment, then smiled again. Did Hemlak put you up to this? He asked. I dont know who Hemlak is, but I put me up to this whatever it is. Hanna said. Full, pink lips parted as she smiled sweetly. I wanted to ask you if youd like to walk with me a short while? Ive never met a centaur before, and would learn more of your people. The centaur rose off his haunches, he was almost five foot tall at the shoulders of his equine lower half, almost eight to the top of his head. She craned her head back to watch his handsome face. Then her eyes cast downward, over his body and the large sheath that housed his maleness. I will walk with you, smallfoot, for I have need to stretch road-weary muscles. The centaur said, smiling. But I would know your name first. She looked up and smiled herself. Hanna, she said, Hanna Undertoe. She was almost stammering. She chided herself inside for sounding like a stunned schoolgirl. In her almost thirty years, she had never before done that. He reached down a huge hand and took hers. I am Boral Ironhoof. He said, then his forelegs knelt and he leaned down and kissed her tiny hand. And I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Hanna Undertoe. He rose back to his feet and towered over her again. If it would not offend you, I would bear you for this walk. He pointed to his large back, his big brown eyes hopeful. It certainly would not. She said. It will save me much craning of my neck and yelling. She giggled, and he laughed. He then picked her up under her armpits and she reflexively grabbed his forearms. She thrilled at the powerful hands and the touch of his skin, soft and smooth. He sat her upon his wide back and she tried to find a position that was ladylike, ending up sidesaddle near his human back. He started to walk, gently and slowly. My goodness, you are strong. She said. Under her rump, she could feel the mighty shoulders muscles that moved his forelegs flexing and bunching. The sensation was utterly thrilling to her. You are a small burden, Hanna. He said. But a pleasant one. He smiled over his shoulder. Under the guise of steadying herself, she grabbed his waist, just above where his pelvis would be on a human, and gently rubbed her fingers there as she held on. She felt a small shift in his gait as she did this, and knew that they were as sensitive there as other men, and in much the same ways. She smiled to herself. It grows dark soon, smallfoot. He said. Mind you if I continue? My night sight is sufficient, and I will protect you if harm seeks us out. She smiled into his back and said. I feel very safe with you, Boral, You can take me wherever you like. He reached back and stroked her back and she looked up into his charming smile again. Her little heart was beating fast now. She thought to herself that this thing might just happen. They reached the edge of the small village that was Morrovale. Would you like me to run? He asked, crouching and sidestepping like a horse itching to race. I have not all day, and my blood yearns for it. His voice was full of eager energy, and not altogether for running. Please do, but Ive nothing to hold onto back here. She said, looking about for handholds. He reached behind himself. Then we will try this. He said, then lifted her to his chest and pulled her back tight to his ribs, folding his huge muscular arms over her. She was nearly panting at this intimate contact. Ready? R...ready. She replied in a gasp as she moved her legs apart and folded her shins to either side of his broad and tightly muscled stomach. Like an arrow he launched. His hindquarters gathered under him, sinking low to the ground, then he sprang forward. She could hear his hooves on the ground, thudding like her heart was now. The muscles of his arms flexed and stretched to hold her firmly to him and keep her as steady as he could. The road turned a corner then opened to a long grass-lined straight away. He accelerated forward, nearly doubling his speed. The hooves of his feet were a blur as they thundered down the grassy stretch beside the road. The wind was now howling in her ears and her eyes were watering. Excitement was building deep down in her body, for she had never before moved at such an exhilarating pace. The realization struck her that this massive, powerful, and apparently quite sweet man was showing off for her. This thought caused her to giggle as it ran on to the thought that she had his interest, now to win his ardor. As he reached the end of the large clearing he slowed to a canter and turned, aiming himself back toward town. Ready for another go? He asked. His thumbs slid over her ribs gently and sent exciting pulses of tension through her curvaceous little body. She smiled up at him. When he looked down, she reached up with both hands and grabbed the forelocks of his great shaggy mane that grew from the top of his head then down his spine. His head followed the motion when she pulled him down to her, and their lips met. Her tongue explored his lips, then parted them and entered his mouth. She felt his thick tongue push back then into her own mouth. Deeper his tongue slid, then she realized he had a horses tongue, or something akin to it. Luckily for her, her neck was already stretched and all she had to do was swallow, with a simple and practiced flexing of her neck, she took his tongue deeper, then deeper still, until its full measure had left his mouth and he moaned. Hanna relished the feeling of his flexible, smooth tongue stretching her throat gently. She had known humans whose phalluses did not fill her so completely. The muscles of her neck flexed and her mouth sucked upon the extended tongue a long moment. Finally, she released it, allowing him to draw it back in, and then pulled her slim, short fingers free of his hair. He rose and sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. By the Great Fields. He said, panting now, even more than he had from the run. That was something I never thought to feel. He kissed her again, but gently, and did not part lips. She giggled. Me either, Boral. She said, and then rubbed his powerfully corded neck with both hands. I would rather we walk back to town. She said. If its all the same to you. A smile and a single finger pointing at the ground caused him to set her gently on the grassy roadside as he hunkered down right in front of her. His head was now only about two feet too high for her. She reached up and he obligingly leaned down. Taking his large head in both hands, she kissed him again, teasing forth his tongue and again sucking it down her long throat. He groaned as he felt immense pleasure within her mouth. This time, when she released his tongue, it was her that was gasping for air. Still panting, she hugged his ribcage then started walking around to his flank. Tiny fingers explored the massive muscle bundles of his forelegs and he moaned in pleasure as she rubbed and soothed them with long, slow motions. The same procedure was practiced upon his equine ribcage, her fingers flowing over the serrated muscle ridges. The cooling sweat that covered his entire body, she would have thought, should make him smell like a horse. He smelled much more like a normal man, who had just run two miles. She nuzzled into his flank, kissing his ribs and rubbing her cheek on the stiff, short fur. Then she explored farther down his flank, her fingers ran over the softer lower abdomen then onto his powerfully muscled rump. Again, she stopped to massage his tensed running muscles. As she rubbed and ministered to his tensions, he rolled toward her a little with a groan of pleasure, presenting more of his back to her. Your touch is very soothing, littlefoot. He said. You are a pleasure to touch, proudmane. Hanna said. You are magnificent. Around his rump she slowly moved. Her fingers slipped through the long strands of his flowing tail. The silky smooth hairs glided over her skin like they were oiled. Once she reached the other side of his flanks, she began the process in reverse, starting by massaging his rumps massive muscles that drove his powerful hind legs. He was still somewhat on one side and she was now regarding his exposed belly. Her brown eyes cast downward and she smiled upon seeing his massive cock lying half flaccid on his belly, almost a foot of it protruding from the thick, furry sheath. It was, as she had been warned, almost the length of her arm and considerably thicker at the head and most of the lower shaft. Please, lady, ignore that. He said, an embarrassed tone to his voice. He had turned to see why she had suddenly frozen solid, which she did not realize she had done. We centaurs have no way of covering that particular item of our anatomy well. Then he grinned sheepishly. And it seems to often have a mind all its own. She completed her circuit of massaging and stood before him again. Grant not apologies for something so grand and beautiful. She said. It is quite lovely to behold, and it shows how well I am doing in helping you. I will happily tell you that, smallfoot. The centaur said. You tend me very well, indeed. She felt him grab her around her slim waist with his massive hands and he kissed her again, feeding her his long, thick tongue without her prompting this time. She swallowed down the probing organ without hesitation, happily suckling upon the softness that filled and stretched her throat. A longer measure slid forth as he forced more of his tongue out of his mouth. With another swallow, she took that added length and moaned as she felt it deep in her neck. Finally relaxing her throat and breaking the seal of her suction on the tongue, she allowed him to retract it, as it cleared her lips, she gasped for air again. Where did you learn that trick, Hanna? Boral asked, panting a little himself. I have never before felt its like. It is a marvelous sensation. Just something I know how to do. She said, shrugging and pretending innocence. She was not sure that he believed her, but he said nothing. She felt his hands moving down her sides, over her hips, then onto her softly curved thighs then down her legs to the hem of her dress. Her whole body tingled as his large hands made skin-to-skin contact on her ankles, then started moving upward again, pushing the cloth of her dress up with them. She slid her fingertips along the powerful arms of the centaur, feeling their soft flesh and the sheen of sweat he had earned from the intensely fast run. He reached her hips again, and found her ungarmented under her dress. One hand ventured over her hip and traced a line at the joint of body and thigh, finding the soft patch of fur at the lines ending, then went downward. Moisture greeted his fingertips, then the slightly firm, but silken-coated nub of her clitoris. A gasp escaped her parted lips as the fingertip rubbed her clit gently, and she was forced to grab his muscular arms for support. He moved one finger back, over the delicate folds of her innermost place, then pressed upward gently. The thick finger parted the labia and slipped inside her well-moistened hole. She gripped his arms tighter as the finger went deeply into her. Halflings are not large creatures, and his finger was, by far, larger than most halfling males tackle. She felt her insides stretch gently to accommodate the thick digit and moaned as it plumbed her deeply. His other fingers slipped over the outer folds of her entrance, and his palm rubbed her mound and clitoris gently. His skin was so smooth and soft, and warm. He looked down into her pretty face, seeing her twitch slightly as she opened for him, moving her legs apart. Another finger joined the first, slipping gently into her, slowly and patiently. She groaned and her eyes fluttered open. Only that. She gasped. More and you will cause me pain. She smiled at him warmly. The finger fully joined its partner, and pressed into her. Your hands are so soft, proudmane. She touched his fascinated face, running her small fingers over his smooth cheeks. He had never before even imagined trying to pleasure a small creature like a halfling, and was entranced that not only could he, but that she showed just as strong a reaction as larger females in the taking of that pleasure. Non-centaur females would never be looked at the same by Boral again. I regret, smallfoot, He said, smiling at her obvious enjoyment, that I cannot take you fully. Her hands moved over his face, then back to his mane again, stroking his soft hair. She smiled contentedly. I dont mind one bit, Boral. She said, and pulled him to her for another kiss. As she suckled on his tongue, drawing it forth then back, she groaned in pleasure as his hand lifted her from the ground, bearing all her weight on her pelvis. He stood, holding her thus, then pressed her to his chest with his other hand against her back. He withdrew his long, thick fingers from her with an audible sucking sound and moved that hand around to her tiny waist. She panted and felt suddenly very empty inside with the absence of the two oversized fingers. Slipping his long tongue from her mouth and throat, he started placing kisses down her neck, then suddenly lifted her high above his head, and tilted his head back as if to look at the stars. She giggled as he lowered her over his face and brought her groin down above his mouth. His tongue snaked out and, crossing the tiny gulf between them, slipped it into her. She gasped at its thickness and softness. Deep into her it plumbed, exploring her inner cavities. Her mouth sagged open, and she shuddered through her entire body. He lowered her down until her entrance rested on his open mouth, and his tongue burrowed itself deeper into her. His lip, heretofore normal and human appearing, suddenly formed itself oddly, and wrapped itself about her tiny clitoris, showing incredible agility. She trembled again as the curled lip gently massaged her little button. The long sinuous tongue slid in and out, fully leaving her then driving to its full depth in a heartbeat. She held her hands around his and started rotating her hips over him. He held his head rock steady, and his hands were as strong and unyielding as a trees limbs. She squealed in delight as her climax overtook her, wailing to the stars overhead. Boral continued feeding tongue to her tight opening for several more moments, until she stopped quivering, and the sound of her breath died down to a more normal level. The sensation of his tongue being squeezed by her contracting vaginal muscles was interesting. He lifted her up and pulled his head out from beneath her dress. He brought her to him again, and kissed her gently. She clung to his head and kissed him in return, giggling and cooing. Such pleasure you have given me, proudmane. She said, stroking his earlobes with both hands, while smothering him with warm, wet, and tiny kisses. He smiled. It was a joy to give to such a appreciative receiver. He said, smiling at the little hands on his ears and the soft pecks of her lips. You were a wonder to taste and feel, smallfoot. He gently kissed her neck. Oh, Im so high up. She said, suddenly noticing he was standing upright, and her head was at the lofty and unaccustomed level of eight feet. Boral lowered her to the ground gently, and placed her upon her feet. She almost fell and he looked at her with concern in his eyes. My knees are a bit unsteady is all, Boral. She braced herself with a hand against his foreleg. She had almost forgotten her main goal in this endeavor, but suddenly there was a huge reminder right before her eyes. The sight of the massive organ swinging pendulously beneath the centaurs hind legs was what weakened her knees. Now, for your pleasure, proudmane. She said, and started to rub the lower flanks of his ribs as high as she could reach from the ground. He looked down curiously and wide eyed as she started moving down his side. Surely you do not mean to try to... He started to say, but his voice drifted off to an unheard whisper as her hand stroked down the side of his enormous cock. I mean to try nothing, proudmane. I mean to succeed. She said, and wrapped both hands about the rapidly swelling shaft. His organs flesh was black as jet, and soft as silk. She could feel the blood flowing through it in great pulses, and saw the head flaring open like a trumpet horn. She squeezed the head, and found it soft and pliant, bringing a smile to her face when he gasped at the sensation of her tiny fingers on his most sensitive area. The shaft was hugely thick, but she was both relaxed now, and excited by the sight and feel of it. She slipped her hands down the full length, and it was rising now, no longer simply hanging beneath him. So huge. She sighed. It now stood fully forth, roughly parallel to his body and extending almost half her entire height out from its soft sheath. His testicles were drawn up, and quite large. She moved her hands down and cupped one in them, gently squeezing the soft oblate. It was the size of her head, she thought, or nearly so. It was smooth and cool. Boral groaned as she fondled it. Do not get yourself hurt, smallfoot. He said, moaning as her hands returned to stroking his shaft. She giggled and peered up at him from under his massive body. Do I seem like Im being hurt? She said, smiling broadly. He smiled back and she disappeared beneath him. No, you seem well. He said as she started up with the touching again. Though, there may be quite a mess down there if you continue. She giggled, and her hands moved quicker. I dont mind a bit of a mess. She said. Then he felt something he truly hadnt expected. The end of his organ was being engulfed in wetness and warmth. She was putting her mouth to him. A twitch ran from the stimulated head of his pole up his body and he shivered with pleasure as she ran her tongue over the end. He craned his upper body around to look beneath himself, and she had the head folded and was taking it deeper. She inched forward, slowly, taking more and more of him. Her slender throat stretched wider as his organ slipped past the depth of her mouth, and he actually saw its progress down her gullet. Soon, she had over half of it, then more. It was past her collar down her throat and still she pushed upward. She slowly pulled it out and when the head popped out of her mouth, she gasped for air. The only problem I see is I cant breathe while doing that. She said, feeling his shaft slick with her throats fluids. A pity. He said, with an honest note of disappointment. No female has graced my organ with her mouth before and the sensation was very unique. She looked at him askance. Ive not yet admitted defeat, proudmane. She said. Youve provided me great pleasure this night. I can not sleep knowing Ive not done the same. He watched with fascination in his eyes as she took him into her mouth again, and then, more quickly this time, took him down her throat, until she was directly below his sheath, and the only thing stopping more progress was she was already on her toes. His eyes wide with amaze, Boral pushed downward experimentally with his hindquarters. The remaining four inches slipped into her mouth, and down her stretched neck, and he felt the head flare open deep inside her. Her eyes were closed in a look of ecstasy. Then she pointed upward. Boral lifted himself and she lowered, and he watched as the full length of him came forth from her stretched mouth. He could feel her small teeth along the top and bottom of his amazing girth, but there was no pain. She gasped for air harder this time. Then finally having sufficient breath, she said. We will have to do this quickly I think. She smiled. Are you near to your climax? She asked him. He nodded enthusiastically. But your clever little hands will be more than sufficient, if you desire for me to do so, I am sure. Said Boral, trying to talk her out of her current apparent direction. She shook her head. You used your mouth to pleasure me, and I will return that kindly done favor. Hanna said while stroking his organ, keeping it primed and erect for her desire. When I next take you in, then start ... well ... start thrusting. Take me that way and finish. Understand? She asked, her eyes were intense, and he thought it unwise, not to mention potentially very disappointing for both of them, to gainsay her. He nodded. I do. He said, and touched her face. Be cautious, Hanna, this is meant as pleasure, not danger. I face the danger willingly, to give you that pleasure, proudmane. She said, and kissed his hand. She moved back to before his organ. Slipping the head past her lips, she started up its length again. She got to her knees and took him to almost half his length. She struck the ground with her small hand. Boral pushed gently downward, watching inch after inch slide into her distended mouth and down her well-used throat. Hanna hit the ground again, and her eyes looked imploringly at him. He smiled nervously and drove himself the remaining six or so inches downward as fast as he dared. Her eyes closed and she braced herself with her hands on his ankles. He pulled halfway out, and drove into her again, then again, then again. He was fully mounting this non-centaur filly. He had heard, from other centaurs, of human women who could accommodate a goodly portion of a centaur in rut, but one that could take all of one was unheard of, and this was but a halfling, not even half as large as a human. He entered her repeatedly, for most of a minute before he climaxed, his cock buried deep into her throat and he felt it pulse forcefully as he spent his seed. He finished jetting his semen into her and lifted up his haunches and then took a long step back. She slid smoothly off the end of his cock and slumped to the ground, unconscious, but gasping for air. Guiltily, he picked her up and carried her back to the inn at a slow trot, so as to not hurt her any more than he feared he already had. He laid her upon the steps of the inn. She was still sucking in great gasps of air. Trotting off to the paddock, he sat and watched from a ways. Another human form came out, wearing a long robe and knelt down to the small form of his tiny lover. Then Hanna sat up and waved toward him, with an obvious smile on her small face. The two spoke a moment and went inside. --- Hanna regained consciousness with a bitter taste in her mouth. Wake up, you little harlot. Sharesh said. Your boyfriend just dropped you off. The halfling looked over at the paddock and saw Boral watching her concernedly. Hanna sent him a small wave then went inside by the prodding of her friend. "I gave you some of the potion, but you seem unhurt." When she had mounted her stool, Sharesh turned to face her. You obviously gave it one hell of a try, to get yourself knocked out cold. She said, and ran a hand up Hannas dress, feeling her slot clinically. She pulled the hand out and giggled. But I smell no spend here. She pronounced after sniffing the thick finger, then using her talented tongue to lap the quite ample juices from it. My three marks if you please. When Tammer is done servicing me tonight, you will taste spend between my thighs, my small friend, so the difference will be known. Hanna looked at her askance and smiled. Think you that? She said, then leaned close to Sharesh and kissed her, full on, with open mouth. Sharesh let her do so, for she rarely passed up a good kiss. For a long moment the two had their lips locked onto one another, and the remaining patrons at this late hour were all staring when they separated. Very nice, Hanna, I look forward to you using that tongue la.... She said, giggling, then she stopped laughing. She leaned back over and put her sensitive nose to the halflings mouth. By the One, She said, astonished and sitting back, you did receive his load. She smiled. You just didnt receive it the way I had anticipated. She held out a clawed hand with three silver marks in it, and dropped them into Hannas pocket at the front of her dress. The halfling shrugged. One should always stick to ones strengths. She said, ordering a drink. I wont be drinking much tonight. As this once, I am full. Hanna reached into her dress little pocket. There was a folded piece of parchment in it that had not been there before. Whats that? Asked Sharesh, eyeing the parchment. Hanna examined the small piece of paper then giggled. Its a map to his village, and a sigil to get me past the wardens. She said. Boral bids me visit whenever I desire. She looked out to the paddock through the door, and slipped off her stool and walked to the jamb. They waved to one another, causing his companions to regard him a bit oddly. I think I will, too. She turned back and walked up to Sharesh. Just as soon as I lay my hands upon a potion of water breathing. Or, better yet, a ring of water breathing. She sat upon her stool. Or, perhaps, a potion of giant form, or a polymorph potion to become a centaur or horse. her eyes were now glazed over. Maybe a potion of shrinking for him, or... She kept rambling on in this vein, but Sharesh was already preparing to make her move on poor old Tammer. The population of the tavern was dwindling and he had a rather nervous look on his face as she eyed him like a plate of raw fish.

Primus Pilum - Part Four - By Mack the Knife Revandis guided Verus through the large structure. It was deceptively small on the outside, or so it seemed, forming the edge of a hillside. But the building ran in wide tiers down the hill, forming dozens of chambers and large open courtyards. They would pass elves in ones and twos as they moved down short corridors, or crossed a balcony. It was like a maze, but open, somehow. Finally, they came to a large set of double doors, inset with ceramic plates, which were each shaped as a small bass relief sculpture. Each depicted a small scene of elves and men working together, and one, near the top, showed a man and elf standing side by side in arms. The young elven girl looked at the enameled ceramic tiles. The Lord Ambassador is very wise, and quite insightful of mens hearts, she said, her face once again reflecting a maturity which her youthful appearance belied. Verus nodded and examined the various tiles, taking especial note of the one with men and elves joining in arms. Let us hope he finds my heart not lacking, he said, smiling down at her. The doors swung ponderously open, they were obviously quite heavy, by their thickness alone, even if not inset with massive slabs of tile work. In silence, they swung away, though, and admitted the pair into a darkened chamber, where the only visible light was the far end. A long table was there, spanning most of the width of the room. The walls of the room were paneled in dark wood. Verus assumed it was arnthalon, for few other woods were nearly black. It made the great chamber seem small and stifling, forcing a person entering the room to focus upon that single illuminated table. An elderly elf was sitting in the middle of the table. Verus had never seen an elf who was outwardly old. This wizened figure must be ancient, indeed. To either side of the smaller shape, but larger aura, were six figures. Seven were older men, like Verus himself. Two were aged women, though stern of face, just as the men, and advanced of years. One younger woman, in her early forties, and two more men, also younger than the rest. Ghurian was one of the older rangers there, sitting directly to the right of the ancient Lord Ambassador. Verus also saw Rethas standing just behind Levathan, and a bit right, between the ambassador and Ghurian. The others he did not recognize, though he knew them instantly, or their sort. Most of them were competent-looking officers, both the men and women. Thought he Abian legions did not allow females in their ranks, Verus was not a supporter of that policy, thinking that many women made fine warriors. He had faced enough on the field to have learned to respect female soldiers. The younger female officer, though, especially interested him. She was pretty, in a very stern sort of way, and her expression was far less hostile than most of the others. She sat to Ghurians right, and the old Centurion wondered if there was significance to that. Revandis guided him into the chamber at a slow walk, letting him have time to size up his interrogators. Her little hand squeezed his as she held it, and she smiled up at him when he flicked his eyes down at her. The ambassador spoke a word in elven and Revandis stopped. It is a formal greeting, she explained in his mind. The elven girl then bowed, repeating the word and extended one leg. Her torso pressed to that leg, nearly folding her double. A simple normal human bow will suffice, she said into Verus mind as his old body balked at trying to emulate that rather limber motion. Verus bowed as low as his old bones would tolerate without creating a chorus of pops and snaps that would have been comical, but not quite appropriate for the solemnity of the event. He noted that there were twenty guards lining the darkened walls of the room, hugging the shadows, trying to be unobtrusive. Ten men and ten elves, near as he could tell from their heights. All were armed heavily, with spear, sword, and bow. These were no mere ceremonial guards. If nothing else, they took Verus very seriously, as a possible threat, in any case. He supposed, given his reputation, he could not blame them. It was interesting, he thought for a moment, that despite his rather mediocre skills in personal combat, he was always assumed to be a master. The ambassador rose from his ornate oaken chair and put both his hands upon the table before him, which was strewn with papers and a few books. Primus Pilum Verus, you come before us applying for asylum? I no longer use that title, Lord Ambassador, but yes, I seek asylum from the Abian Empire, for myself, my family, and a friend, said the old Abian. There was a murmur among the officers, as they whispered curt words to one another. A few of the faces grew less stern, having now heard him speak. A few others, however, grew more suspicious of him, their eyes narrowing slightly. Do you intend to serve the people and needs of the Windy Isles, the nation that may offer such asylum? asked Levathan. Verus nodded, I intend to do so, to the limits of my abilities, he said. Another rumble of quick murmurs ran through the members of the High Command. Most of the faces had softened somewhat, excepting one. The man to the ambassadors immediate left. His face had now reddened, and Verus could tell he was chomping at the bit to loose his wroth upon Verus. Revandis spoke again in his mind: That is commander Melakis, he is generally regarded as something of a firebrand among the High Command. He will seek to have you put to death. Is his hate that consuming? Asked Verus in thought. He felt the girl squeeze his hand slightly. His wife was transported as a slave to Abia. When scouts found her, she had been forced into a slave-brothel for over six months. The girls eyes were moist looking as she thought these words to Verus. She slew herself as soon as they freed her and got her on a ship for the Isles. Rather than face her husband, thought Verus, his own eyes saddening, for the sake of the woman, and the husband that was wronged twice by her misuse. We, naturally, have a few questions, Verus, regarding this change of heart, said the ambassador, speaking carefully and referring to notes upon the table. Will you answer them fully, and without equivocation? Verus nodded again, I will, he replied. All indications are that you are a man of high honor, and your word is good, said Levathan. I will take your word as fact, but some among us may protest that. Do you object to the continued use of the mental abilities of Revandis to maintain proof of your Veracity? I dont mind, said Verus. Shes good company. He smiled down at the pretty elven girl standing beside him, with her tiny hand in his. A small round of light chuckles and quite a few smiles moved through the assembled commanders. The face of Melakis reddened slightly more, and Verus realized he would be unable to sway this man, despite any action or word he might take. Blind hatred was now this mans bed partner, and he would brook no other lover. One of the commanders to Ghurians right stood up. Why did you take command of the company in Rikken and lead them in a victorious battle against your own people? he asked. They ceased being my people when they leveraged my own grandchildren to force me, illegally, into performing the mission I was sent her upon, said Verus. As far as why: I do not wish to die any more than anyone else, and leading the unit was the surest way I could see to continue not dying. A low murmur ran through them again, with many nods dispersed in the conversation. Melakis rose and looked at Verus with hateful eyes. You say you were there to aid them in a battle, by commanding them and guiding them, said the old officer. What would you say to the fact that Rikken was overrun by Abian forces, not ten hours ago? I would say, Commander Melakis, that it is a tragedy, and I hope as many as possible escaped and are on their way to safety, said Verus. Something in his mind had changed, and it took Verus a long moment to figure out what it was. Even when Revandis was passive, he cought random little flickers of thought from her. She was now trying to mask something from him, and those little thoughts were being obliterated by both the strength of the thought and her attempt at masking it. Then the realization hit him. Oh, dear lord, your parents, thought Verus, his mind racing. He looked down at Revandis, with her lovely golden eyes filling with tears. She stared directly ahead of herself, her face now a mask of worry and pain. I regret to say, said Melakis, with far to little remorse in his voice, and far too much relish, that few escaped. It seems that they found a weak point in the defenses and exploited it before an effective response could be organized. We only got word of the city falling by courier, we have no subsequent reports, yet. Verus thought furiously for something else to think about, but his mind kept wandering to Revandis parents, though he had never met them. Tears were streaming down the young elfs face, though she stood stoically by his side. I believe you might have been more circumspect in the revelation of that information, said the younger female officer, sitting next to Ghurian. She leaned forward and cast her eyes toward Melakis. You know, as well as the rest of us, that Revandis parents are in Rikken. Melakis looked a tiny bit taken aback by her words, but soon his hostility reasserted itself. You will excuse me if I forget a girls emotions for a moment when faced with deceit, he said. There was another round of the murmuring that seemed to form the consensus under which the command of the Windy Islanders operated. Verus was frankly amazed that they held the nation together, ruling by committee, much less mounted a defense that was tying up three entire legions. A smile cracked on Revandis face as this thought went through his head and she read it. Even we elves understand that only one can lead in time of war, she thought in reply, and we are a strategically inept folk, when compared with you humans. Melakis is correct, said another of the commanders, one of the younger males. How do we know that Verus did not gather information and betray us to the Abians after the supposed victory? Revandis stepped forward, dropping Verus hand and standing before the long table. Because I have told you that he did not, because I vouch for his honesty, she said. I, more than anyone in this chamber, would turn on him, in an instant, if I even suspected that he did such a thing. She looked down the long line of officers, her golden eyes lingering on each a brief moment. Of anyone in this room, I am the most aggrieved party, and the one most deserving of justice. The elven commander had been preparing to silence the girl with a word, but the Lord Ambassador stayed him with a slight motion of his hand, raising two fingers. Your little committee of twelve is fine and democratic, and we elves toyed with such a thing in the past, she said, her soprano voice gaining power as her confidence in her words and their hearing of them grew. Democracy is a poor bedfellow for war. War calls for harsh choices and clear decisions. She turned those frightfully intelligent eyes upon Commander Melakis. Vengeance is also a unseemly mate, is she not? she asked, rhetorically. Do we always seek one-for-one redress of each loss in battle? The faces of the various commanders were moving through mixed emotional and thoughtful states as the girl spoke. If you wish to kill Verus, then get on with it, charge him with spying and be done, she said. If not, then utilize his talents and win a war for yourselves. She held up a small hand to the audience of fourteen. But with this man, I fear you will not have your sought-after victories by half measures. He does not partake of half measures. Some of the wine he offers will be bitter, indeed, and some among you may not have a stomach for such fare. Revandis walked up to Verus and once again put her tiny hand into his. I say I trust him, and I say that anyone who does not is either blind or a fool. If the former, then open your eyes to the truth. If the latter, then step aside and let the wise make decisions. Melakis eyes widened, and a deep crimson rose into his face. However, whatever rant he seemed about to rain down upon Verus and Revandis was cut short by the words of the Lord Ambassador. I am but an advisor, he said. This was technically true, Verus thought, but patently a lie, and I say we have much, now to discuss about this resource we find in our possession. He held out a wrinkled, slender hand. You have the list I asked for, of your family members? Verus stepped forward and handed the folded parchment to the old elf. The elf took it and peered at the long list of names. Revandis penmanship is quite good, dont you think? he asked with a gleam in his eyes. She is a wonder, Lord Ambassador, replied verus, meaning it fully. He and the ambassador understood one another, even if no one else did. There was much talk around the table, and several of the commanders were rising to walk to others and speak quietly. We have much to debate, I think, Verus, said Levathan. The old elf turned to Revandis. Please show him to his quarters and then go to your own, dear, this has been a day of sore trials for all. Revandis nodded. Yes, Lord Ambassador, she said. She then guided Verus out of the chamber, and the massive doors cut off the rising level of the debate within. They would be long hours discussing this matter, he felt sure. They walked out onto one of the balconies that overlooked the other terraces of the strange, step-like building. That was impressive, what you did in there, said Verus. The girl smiled out into the open air. Not very, really, she said, then turned her eyes toward his. I cheated. Verus thought for a moment. How can you cheat in such a thing? he asked. A smile played on her lips, and a blush rose to her cheeks. The glanced up at him, then turned her eyes away. I used some skills of yours to make the speech. In a way, I made you think of what I needed to say, then used your ability to command to say it. And you did so without me being able to tell you were doing it? asked Verus, impressed immensely. She shrugged. It is not difficult, you, yourself often separate parts of your mind to clear your thoughts of extraneous things, or to shield off a part of thoughts while other parts continue, explained Revandis. I simply utilized the mechanisms that were already there to do what I thought needed to be done. He squeezed her little hand gently. You did very well, said Verus. You are an amazingly clever little girl - young woman, he amended. She flashed a brilliant smile up at him. I WISH I were a woman, the deeper-voiced version of her thoughts said into his mind. A brief flash of skin on skin went through his skull, only to be blasted apart by Revandis other thoughts, as she fought to regain control of herself. Verus pulled his hand gently away from hers and stepped back a pace. Perhaps its time to sever this link, he suggested. At least for now. She nodded miserably. I think it best as well, she said. Can we walk to the main compound first, though? I can control my thoughts so long. He nodded and she once again took his hand. They walked through the complicated building, rising a flight of stairs here, and crossing an open catwalk there. Finally, though, they reached the main compound, and were walking across the main courtyard, near her bush, in fact. He could smell the cloying scent of the plant as they walked toward it. Verus noted an increase, or change in Revandis scent as well, it mixed with the bushs, creating a new, subtle odor. The Niliwander ambassador had chosen a complimentary scent well. He felt a momentary twinge of something feral move through him, something which must not be given in to, but which was undeniably there. Then it was gone. Revandis smiled up at him. That will suffice me, she thought into his head. Then he felt her moving out, long tendrils of her thoughts and senses pulled from around his, and she slipped out of his mind like a breeze. As his mind expanded to fill the void she left, he felt a stark sense of loneliness in his own mind, a new experience for him. She continued to hold his hand, and they walked past the bush, then toward a door. This is your chamber, Verus, she said, her eyes glinting in the failing light of the late afternoon. I will see you on the morrow? she asked. I often break fast at dawn, said Verus. Assuming I can find the dining hall. She smiled. I, too, rise early. I will collect you and be your guide for the morning meal, she said. The amazing formality of her speech struck him, but she still had that gleam in her young eyes. He now wondered immensely what thoughts were buried there, under that molten gold. She turned and walked away from him, then around the corner of the stone-covered building. He entered his chamber, and sat upon the chair, where Ghurian had sat before, sharpening his sword. A weariness descended upon him and he felt his many years deeply. He had not realized how much his mood had been buoyed by the contact with the young girl. He now understood better many mens desires to take a younger woman as a lover. They were seeking that support, though the only means their minds could divine. - - - - - - - - - - A gentle knock from his door in the morning, as he slipped on his tunic. Revandis gentle voice came through the wood. Good morrow, Verus, she said. He smiled and rose from the chair, and opened the door for her. She stepped in, smiling, and carrying his gear, which he had worn from Pigwillow. They trust me with a sword? he asked. They trust it will avail you not to try to use it, she said, grinning. Most of them trust you, insofar as they can, she said. Your former reputation as an honorable man has served you well. Verus nodded. I hoped it would help at some point to not be a scoundrel, he murmured. Scoundrelling seems much more fun than being circumspect. She giggled at him. Scoundrelling? she asked. Is that truly a word? Putting on his boots, and only strapping on the sword, Verus shook his head. Not really, no, he said. But its a true occupation, by some folk, he added. Revandis nodded. I see, she said, as she held open the door. Let us go break fast, I am hungry. They did not hold hands this time as they crossed the yard, and Verus was slightly disappointed by this. As they walked near the plant, he noted the scent again, and even the mixture of the plant and Revandis. It did not repeat its odd effect on him again. There were quite a few elves in the dining hall, this morning, and not a few humans among them. Taking up several fruits, a few biscuits, and a boiled egg. They found a recently-vacated table and took seats. Almost immediately, Revandis was inflicting grievous damage upon the foodstuffs upon her platter, an activity that raised several nearby eyebrows, and not a few corners of mouths, as well. Verus ate more reservedly, wondering what this day would bring, by way of news, and decisions by folk both important and trivial. Refugees from Rikken are arriving, Revandis said quietly, her eyes down upon her platter of food. She was eating slowly, something Verus knew surely foretold of ill. No one bears word of my mother or father. Verus sighed. You fear for them? he said. The elven girl nodded. Greatly, Verus, they are not soldiers, though all elves know the rudiments of fighting. She looked out the open archway onto the lawn of the courtyard. They should not have been so close to the front lines of the war. Verus nodded at that, thinking it as she said it. War is no place for gentle hearts. She giggled at that. My mother and father are that, for certain, she said. Though my mother can be quite sturdy when called for. She has headed our clan for almost eighty years. I wish I knew them, said Verus, honestly. To have reared you, they must have been fine folk. She smiled again. Are you certain there is no elven blood in you. You speak very cleverly, complimenting them and me in one turn of the phrase. An aide walked up to Revandis, speaking quietly. Her face took on a look of shock, then she rose. News of my mother, she said, following the aide out the door and into the courtyard. Verus trailed after her, worry lining his aged face. There was a tight knot of elven folk gathered around one who was speaking, he was bloody and muddied, obviously fresh from action in combat. A horse, in much the same state, stood nearby, its coat covered in the froth of sweat and breathing heavily. He was speaking rapidly in elven and Revandis stood near enough to hear. Automatically, her small hand went out and took Verus again. She began translating for him, rather in a dead and unfeeling tone of voice. He was with the rear guard, trying to get as many of the civilians out as they could, she said. The Abians beset them in sudden attack. Streaming in from the west, where the woods came closest to the Pallisades. By the time an effective defense could be mounted, the gates were breaking. Her face was a mask of non-emotion as she spoke. Hundreds were slain out of hand. Any who raised a weapon against the Legionnaires. Those who tried to surrender were taken captive and hauled off. The soldier looked about, seeming to seek for someone. His eyes fell on the young elven girl. Revandis, he said simply. She let go Verus hand and walked toward him. The press of elves and men parting effortlessly for her movement. She walked right up to the wounded warrior and looked up at his beautiful, haggard face. He knelt before her and held up a small sword. Her eyes widened, and tears burst from them. Many of the other elves wept as well, several even more than the young girl being presented her mothers hyandai. Verus felt tears stinging his cheeks and knew well what this all meant. Her mother, at the least, was dead. She asked the soldier something, in what seemed a rather calm tone, for one in grief. He nodded and dug into a belt pouch, producing a very plain-looking silver bracer. She took it and put it in her own purse, bowing to the warrior. She then turned, her face stony and her back very straight, and walked from the circle of people. Every eye watched her until she walked up to Verus and took possession of his hand again. Please, I must walk, she said. Verus immediately set off toward the farthest corner of the elven enclave, with Revandis walking beside him. She was clutching the weapon to her chest and tears streamed freely down her smooth cheeks. They arrived at the outer wall and she stopped. Strapping on the sword belt, she stood and looked to the north. Can you stop them? she asked. I dont know, Rivandis, he said, truthfully. I can beat them in individual battles. I am, after all, one man. She nodded. Will you truly try, for the sake of people who may well never fully trust you? Yes, said Verus. And for you. The girl turned toward him with those frightful, gleaming eyes. I ask it of you. Drive these invaders from the Windy Isles before you, and destroy those who have violated your rules of warfare, she said. Verus smiled and said, I will do my best, milady. She grinned at him. I am not the lady of the clan, that will be my sister, she said. They joined hands again and walked for another hour, speaking little. At nearly midday, Verus caught sight of Ghurian moving toward him with his cloak streaming behind him, very nearly running. Behind Ghurian was the younger female commander. They have decided to use you, despite Melakis objections, said Ghurian as he neared. We must move quickly before their combined wills fail them. Quickly to what? asked Verus. We go to the northern port of Hemdan Bay, and collect the forces we have gathered there, said the old commander. We must strike and win a quick victory, else the council seeks to sue for conditions of surrender. Verus blinked a moment. And my status? he asked. You are a commander now, said Ghurian, holding out a silver pin, perhaps even the same one that he had worn before. For all intents and purposes, however, the men cannot know your origins, and we will not speak of them. At least for now. Verus nodded. The woman stepped forward and bowed her head in a form of the elven greeting. Im Commander Undria, she said. I am your third. A commander is my third? Then who is my second? asked Verus, blinking at the tall, strong-looking woman. I am, said Ghurian, At least for all intents. Why do you put yourselves subordinate to me? asked the old Centurion, extremely alarmed by all this. Undria said, The men may question your orders, if you were simply another commander. We cannot afford that, so we have made you, at least between Ghurian and myself, our superior. Consider it a time in grade promotion, for you have been a leader of men far longer than we. She gave forth an uncomfortable giggle. Up until two years ago, I was the mayor of a small fishing village. Ghurian nodded and put his hand on the womans shoulder. Shes right, we cant have the men thinking somehow you might be just another commander. Im no natural leader, myself. I was just a foreman of a logging camp before this all started. Rivandis hand squeezed Verus as he thought on this and he met her smile for him. I will go tend to my grief, Commander Verus, she said. I must find my sister and brother and tell them what has befallen. He appreciated the contrived excuse to let him engage fully with the two commanders. I will speak to you later, Rivandis. She nodded and headed toward the central building of the compound. Another elf was proceeding toward them, moving briskly with flowing robes flying behind him. Your elven advisor, said Undria, his name is Vendithan. Vendithan bowed low as he stepped within three paces, Commander Verus, the Lord Ambassador has assigned me to be your advisor, as per the agreements of the Windy Isles and Windir, he said formally. His Syrisian was marked with a very heavy clipped accent. This elf has spoken the language little outside of his studies of it. He rose from the bow. I understand that your tactical and strategic knowledge are without peer, so my advisory role will be purely ceremonial, I assure you, he said. Vendithan was a slender elf, even for that slender race. Ghurian coughed. Hes more of a bodyguard, actually, he said, rather quietly. The elf regarded him with silvern eyes. Yes, Commander Verus, I am mainly attending to ensure your safety. Oh? asked Verus, still rather taken aback at the pace of events. Undria leaned close to Verus ear. Vendithan is a wizard, she said, a damn fine one, from what weve seen. Vendithan smiled slightly, and rather lop-sidedly. Thank you for your kind words, Commander Undria. Yes, there are those who consider my skills to be of use on the occassion. The afternoon passed in a whirl of activity, at least to Verus eyes. Within three hours, they were forming a company, made up of Windy Island Ranger and even half of the Elven High Guard, under the ambassadors control. To add to Verus perceived stature, the elven commander, Rethas, would also be going. Again, reporting to Verus. They were to set out at nightfall, so that any Abian spies or scouts would not be able to easily guess their numbers. Once all was redied, and the troops were allowed to rest before the march, Verus sought out Rivandis. He found her sitting on the bench they had occupied before, regarding her bush. He walked up to her, noting she still wore the sword. Will you forever go about armed? he asked her. She smiled as he approached, then looked down at the hyandai on her hip. Until I am home in Embalis, yes, she said simply. Do you know how to use it? he asked, sitting beside her and smelling the heady combination of her and the bush. Rivandis drew the weapon from its ornate sheath. I know the basics, as most elves learn, she said. And my father taught me a few tricks in its subtler uses. The old soldier nodded. Never draw it in a fight unless you mean to kill, he said. She smiled at him. Thank you, said Rivandis. It wasnt that good of advice, said Verus. Not for that, silly human, she said, grinning at him, but for helping us. Oh, that? he said, Bah, its what old soldiers do. He looked toward the bush. We do what needs doing. She looked at him with those powerful golden eyes. No, old soldiers are supposed to sit at their farmstead and watch their grandchildren grow up, she said. Or so it seemed you thought was your lot before. Rivandis eyes took on an added gleam. Heroes come forth to aid those in need. Without warning, she turned and hugged him, squeezing him as tightly as her slender arms would permit. As Rivandis let him loose, he looked to her. What was that for? She stood up and stared toward the setting sun and the red clouds about it. That was for avenging my mother, she said in a cool voice. I thought it was not about vengeance? asked Verus. Rivandis eyes were bronze in the setting sun. I used to think that, as well. Vendithan was approaching from across the clearing. It is time, said Verus. I will see you in a few weeks, perhaps. The elven girl nodded. Sprits be with you in victory, she said. - - - - - - - - - - Pigwillow was the nearest port to Rondall, but Hemdan Bay was a close second, only it was not nearly as good a port. It was craggy cliffs with only a narrow inlet to a small bay with equally sheer sides. It would not be a port at all, were it not for extensive use of floating docks. Even the buildings of the port were on boat hulls. Only one small trail led from the upland down into the bay itself. The trip took two days, and they arrived at nightfall of the second. It had rained most of the trip, but the broken seashells that the Windy Islanders used for paving seemed to hold up well enough, only becoming slightly muddy with the passage of the small army of five hundreds. They crested the cliff and began their descent on the steep path. Horses had to be led down it, and men could only walk two abreast. Below, in the dark pit of the bay, Verus saw many lights. It seemed that the bay was filled with stars. As they closed on the bottom, some of the clusters of stars resolved themselves into the shapes of elven trimarans and galleons of various sizes. It seemed an impressive fleet, if not a great one. He slept that night on board one of the trimarans. Verus was again impressed with the relative comfort aboard the roomy elven ships. At dawn, Vendithan woke him with a soft rap upon his quarters door. They walked out onto the deck of the Amathvannin. Immediately, Verus eye was drawn to the other trimaran, moored beside their ship. That boat looks familiar, he said to Vendithan. His advisor looked at it for a long moment. That is the Rethallin, he said. She is the sister ship to the one you captured for the Abians, the Amthallin. Sister ship? asked Verus. Most trimarans are build at our port in Erlatha, explained Vendithan. However, the Rethallin and Amthallin were built in Renthua. The engineer was a bit off an odd character, and demanded they be built simultaneously. They are fine ships, though not as large as the Amathvannin. Verus knew that they intended to try to take, at the least, Pigwillow, by sea. He agreed with that plan. However, he was about to change things slightly. I want that as my flag, he said. Commander? asked Vendithan, his expression curious. I am to command this expedition, yes? asked Verus. The wizard nodded. Yes, of course, he said. Then I want the Rethallin as my flagship. Yes, commander, it will be arranged, said Vendithan, signaling toward an elven crewman. - - - - - - - - - - - You want us to prowl about and try to catch the Amthallin? asked Ghurian, sounding incredulous. Verus nodded. Yes, he said, we cannot afford her to come upon us in the bay while we try to take the town. You need not engage her in earnest, only keep her from gaining the bay, or retreating back to Abia. Her crew is still probably learning her ways, and will not wish to directly engage a fully crewed trimaran. Ghurian nodded. I dont like splitting up the forces weve worked so hard to gather, he said. You said you trusted my judgement, if that is not so, then relieve me of my command and be done with it, Verus said, cooly. No, Verus, I dont question you, sorry, said Ghurian. I never knew you were so temperamental. The old Abian chuckled. Im a mean bastard of a commander, he said. You may well regret promoting me over your head. He took a pull from the elven wine which the captain of the Rethallin had mercifully provided them. Look on the brighter side, at least Im giving you the larger ship. Commander Ghurian laughed. And knowing you, the reason for that will not be apparent until well after the battle, he said. Undria entered the cabin, smiling. The men were annoyed, but they finally figured out how to billit all four hundreds on the Rethallin. Thank you commander, said Verus. All these ships, and you want only the Rethallin for the actual attack? asked Ghurian again. The rest will be prowling along with you for the Amthallin, she must be tied up at sea, and taken down if possible, said Verus, with a very obvious tone of finality. We sail in an hour. The other two commanders got up and they all made a quick toast, filling wooden cups with the sweet elven wine. Verus held up his cup, smiling at the two commanders. We go to war, a thing I have avoided for many long years. Come hell or glory, I will put an end to this, he said. The clunked the cups together and drank their wine. Ghurian tromped across the gangplank to the Amathvannin, which was pulled in as soon as he was aboard. Verus turned to Undria, Ready? he asked. No, she replied, but that never stopped me before. The ships began leaving the port. The smaller galleons first, over a dozen of them. They slipped out the narrow channel to the sea and hugged the coastline east. The Amathvannin launched next, her massive sails filling with wind and she veritably flew out of the bay, her width so great that barely ten paces were spared to either side as she went through the narrows. Verus was, as always, impressed with the skill of the elven sailors and pilots of the vessels. They soon had the Rethallin moving toward the opening to the sea, by the time they shot past the high cliff sides, the rocks were a blur to either side. Banking, the ship turned east to follow the rest of the fleet around the island. It felt good to be doing something. It felt even better to be doing something Verus-like. He quietly stood beside the pilot, watching the elf turn the mighty wheel that steered the trimarans rudders. He had studied the ships somewhat now, and knew of the many control surfaces beneath the water that gave the trimarans what maneuverability they had. The most impressive feature, he thought, was their ability to brake quickly. A trimaran could be moving at full sail, and stop in the water in a few hundreds of feet. For five hours, they followed the coastline of the jungle island. The galleons now far behind the two elven ships. They would catch up eventually, and their role in this was to form a picket, anyway, and try to ensure that the Amthallin was sighted and intercepted. They were not to actually engage, unless they happened upon Abian galleons. The ship was crowded. Trimarans typically only carried three hundreds of souls. The Rethallin was carrying four hundred troops and her normal crew of almost a hundred and fifty. Tempers would grow short, but it was unavoidable. Verus had a plan to put an end to this war quickly. More quickly than any suspected. He called for the ships navigator. A young elf with bright eyes and a quick wit. I need you to plot a course for me, said Verus as the young elf entered his cabin. The elf blinked a few times, then said, It is a simple coastal trip, commander, would not my abilities be better served, as a magician, in tending to the troops? The itinerary just changed, said Verus. Bring your maps. - - - - - - - - - - The scouts say that there was an elven male among the prisoners, said the aide to the Lord Ambassador. We believe it to be Emorianel, of clan Yavanaur. Levathan looked at the document before him. It would be him, he said. No others would have withstood capture and the enslavement that capture would mean. The aide asked, How does that follow? The reports for Rennik say that Emorianel saw Morlani die. He would not wish to leave his children orphaned, the ambassador said. That is why we normally do not allow parents to go to dangerous areas together. However, the war has grown desperate indeed, and such may be the new tidings from this conflict. The aide nodded, seeing the good sense in such a policy and the unfortunate needs of war. What of Rivandis? she asked. We will send her back to her siblings and other family in Windir as soon as we know the waters are safe, said Levathan. This news should be broken by someone who knows her well. The aide bowed and left the chamber. Sadly, for the old elf, he was the only one about now that knew Rivandis more than casually. He gave a mighty sigh and stood up, and went to find where she might be. After asking about, he found her at the training ground. She had been insistent, despite the trainers telling her that her skills were adequate for her age, that she learn more. They humored her as best they could, sparring with her and even teaching her optional skills that complimented swordplay. Levathan watched her sparring with one of the instructors for a short while, until they were finished. The trainer came to him as Revandis went toward the storeroom to replace the training weapons. How does she fare? asked the old ambassador. The Hyandai is a good student, she is simply too young and small to learn more advanced forms, said the weapon master. The Hyandai? asked the ambassador. A weak smile came to the trainers face. The rangers have taken note of her being the only armed child in the elven compound, he said. They started calling her that when they learned of the swords name. The ambassador grinned. I hope such nicknames do not catch on, I would hate to think of the poor girl going through her life called Hyandai. I am certain it will pass, milord, said the instructor, and bowed as Rivandis approached them, then moved away. Well, I hear you have a new name, said the Lord Ambassador as she walked up, smiling at him. He could still see the hint of sadness in her eyes, though, and dearly wished he was not about to add to her worries. Rivandis nodded. The humans are calling me the Hyandai, she said. They give everyone nicknames, did you know that? Levathan nodded. Have they told you what they call me? A deep crimson came to the girls cheeks. I should not repeat the one I have heard, she said. Old Woodenarse is not such a bad name, I think, said the ambassador, chuckling. Near as I can tell, the more they like you, the more base the nickname they append to you. The Hyandai nodded soberly. They must respect you greatly, then, she said. The ambassador chuckled for a moment, then his face grew serious. It is my father, is it not? asked the Hyandai. Sometimes being very perceptive is not a blessing, Revandis, said Levathan. Yes, we have news of your father, he lives. She looked at him oddly, That is good. She did not, however, smile or show pleasure in any other way. But there is something less good, else your mood would be fairer. Levathan said, Your father is made captive by the Abians. He is surely on ship to their lands, even now. But elves do not allow themselves to be enslaved, or so I have been told, said Revandis. Such is true for most elven folk. But your father is a man of great will, said the old ambassador. He will abide, so that you and your siblings are not without both parents, even if the one is a slave. Tears marked cheeks and she looked disbelieving. Such is worse than death, said Revandis. So many say, said Levathan, but it may well be less final. We will attempt to ransom or recapture him from them, as soon as his whereabouts are known. The Hyandai nodded. I understand, I will await his return, then, she said. No, said the old elf. You are going home. A trimaran will be in Hemdan Bay in two days, and you will take ship to Windir. All elven folk, not critical to the war, are to go in the next week. We fear this war may be lost, and we cannot afford to have more captives made than necessary. Especially young women. She had heard vague tales of what happened to women humans made captive, and elven women would be doubly cursed. Having to endure the agonies of slavery for thrice the lifespan of a human. What of the Islanders? she asked. We will evacuate as many as we can, of course, and bring them to Windir, he said. Our homeland may soon be something else than we remember. Even a fraction of their numbers will leave us a minority in our own lands. The idea of humans in Windir did not bother her as it seemed to many older elves. Perhaps it was simply her youth and naivety. I hope Verus wins, said the Hyandai, looking at her weapon-namesake. We cannot abide loss. The old elf patted her back. This is the truth, he said. Pack your belongings, and be ready to leave come nightfall.

Chapter Two Verus awoke with the voice of Centurion Denthius in his ear. Sir, you asked to be awakened at two hours past dawn, said the younger soldier. He slid out of bed and stretched, bones popping by the morning light. The younger centurion noted that he bore scars on every portion of his body, and embarrassingly, he also noted that Verus had only one testicle. A chuckle emerged from the old soldier. Dont worry son, one works fine, ask my children and grandchildren. How sir? asked Denthius. Verus chuckled. On the Mindian Isles, to the blade of a Dark Templar, he said. Just cut it right off, those swords they use are terribly sharp. The younger centurion nodded. I see. I hear they are enchanted, as well. Oh, Im certain they are, agreed Verus. It sure felt enchanted, let me say. Denthius chuckled at the flippancy with which Verus relayed what must have been a terribly harrowing experience. Are the Templars as good as people say? Better, said Verus, they are probably the singly most deadly warriors in the world. The younger soldier swallowed. How did you defeat him then? Who said I did? asked Verus. Well, it is said, that you never lost a battle, said Denthius, smiling. Verus thought as he pulled and fastened his armored skirt. Well, I suppose I did beat him, but it was by sheer luck, I believe. After he slashed my left nut off there, his sword hit my horse, and sunk deep into the beasts flesh. It killed him, damn pity too, it was a good horse. Anyway, when the blade cut the beasts heart in two, it fell like, well, a dead horse, and the blade was yanked from the bastards hand. I was upon him like a legionnaire on a whore, blood flying everywhere, mostly mine, but he had no main weapon now. I basically poked and prodded that damn interlocking armor they wear until my short sword found a chink in it and then I poked some more. He finally quit moving. The centurion laughed. Is that the truth? he asked. On my wifes grave, said Verus, smiling. It took me a month to get my men to stop calling me Verus Hangsright. The old soldier was dressed now and strapped on his short sword. I have need of gear, Denthius, where is the captured equipment? Denthius said, What there is of it will be in the quartermasters warehouse. I will take you there. They were walking across the area before the inn and both stared at the large elven vessel as people were loading stuff onto it and other goods off of it. You have been warring here for four years, Centurion, said Verus, how is it there is little captured gear? It has been being shipped off by the Governors orders, sir, said the Centurion. They arrived at the quartermasters warehouse and indeed the pickings were light, but sufficient for Verus needs. He asked Denthius to go fetch the lady and bring her to the warehouse. As the young Centurion brought her into the darkened warehouse, she gasped. Standing before her was a Ranger of the Windy Isles, in his green tunic and chain armor. He stood with his bow held low, and his broadswords hilt gleamed on his hip. Verus? asked the lady. What are you doing, trying to be killed? The old Centurion chuckled. Quite the opposite, he said, The only way we can make it to Rondall. He looked down at his clothes. We are going to blend right in. She nodded, I see, she said. Well, youve not led me astray so far, so I will go along with your idea. He walked over to a small box, much to the quartermasters chagrin and picked up a brooch. He clipped it to the neck of his cloak. Suddenly he was speaking flawless elven. Do you speak elven, milady? he asked. She nodded. Of course I do, Verus. This gladdens me. You will be my elven advisor for I hear such are used by the rangers, said Verus, smiling at the sound of his voice in elven. Emogen giggled at the sound of it, his words wrapped to form polite elven speech. I serve. she said, bowing low, one leg forward and her check lowering to that leg and her hands crossing her chest. I hope I am not expected to bow like that, said Verus. It will make my bones pop like kindling. She was already wearing a passably elven-style outfit in the short skirt and half-top, but she was further clad out in a long woods cloak of brown and a hyandai and bow. She claimed she had no clue how to use the latter, but he asked her to carry it anyway, for all elves were said to. If she were to try to pass as a Windir half-elf, she would have learned it, as well. They sat outside the warehouse, attracting many stares from passing legionnaires. She looked sadly at the smallsword. What troubles you, milady? asked Verus. She looked up at him. This weapon is a family heirloom for some elven clan or another. said Emogen. I cannot read the name, but the date says that it is eleven hundred years old. She held the pommel out to Verus. He took it gingerly, examining the finely-wrought scroll work on the pommel and crosspiece, then slid his fingers over the edge of the blade. Very sharp, said Verus. He held the blade out, and swung it a few times. It is probably more deadly, even than our short swords. It is fast and nimble, but lacks parrying mass. He flipped it in his hand and held the grip toward Emogen again. She took it and sheathed it. I wonder how many of these have been claimed as loot and shipped off by the Governor already? she asked. Verus shrugged. Such is war, though it does seem this governor is rather eager to turn all his booty into liquid assets, he said, including slaves. She nodded. Theyve already loaded several dozen onto the trimaran, she said, jerking her chin toward the massive ship. Theyre naming her for you, you know: Veria Prima. I dont know I wish a namesake of mine carrying slaves, said Verus, shaking his head. Ive never approved of the practice. Emogen smiled up at him as he extended a hand down to her and helped her to her feet. Youre a good man, Verus, she said, and kissed his cheek. Your wife must have felt very lucky. The expression on Verus face was unreadable. I dont know about that, he said quietly. She only spent maybe five years in total with me, I was away so much. Yet in those five years you had six children, said Lady Emogen. When you were home, you obviously loved one another. His stern face broke into a smile. Well, we did do some good portions of loving, for certain, he said. His eyes were not focusing properly, and Emogen knew he was no longer speaking only to her, nor was he seeing today. We leave after lunch, if you have any affairs to settle, said Verus, casting aside his reverie. She nodded. I have already done so, well before we took ship. Good, then best you rest, we will push hard once we leave this village. Verus walked to another tree nearby and lay himself against it. She saw he was soon asleep. With a smile, she sat next to him, and propped herself against that same tree and closed her eyes. - - - - - - - - - - At some point Emogen dozed off. Time to wake up, said Verus. She opened her silvern eyes and flicked them upward to regard Verus cheek at very close range. She was lying upon his shoulder. Lady Emogen smiled weakly and sat up. Sorry, she said. For? asked Verus. You already told me your position on affection between us, said the lady, straightening her skirt and adjusting her sword. I will respect your wishes. He stood up and stretched. My wishes arent the matter here, for if I had them, I would be playing chase with one of my younger grandchildren, or showing one of the elders of them how to shoot a bow or cast a hook for fish. He then turned his earnest brown eyes upon her. As far as my wishes of companionship from a woman, you would exceed all Ive ever had of those. The lady blushed slightly, for she had been complimented before, and with more clever words. But, somehow, she knew Verus meant them, it was said he never lied. What is it like trying to live up to a legend in yourself? she asked, trying to turn the subject away from her heart with a well-timed verbal parry. Verus picked up the elven bow and handed it to her, taking up an Islander bow himself. I dont try to live up to anything. I simply do what I do, I guess. They began walking toward the gates, Denthius awaited them there, carrying two local-style rucksacks of food. God be with you, Lady Emogen and Primus Pilum Verus, said the Centurion, and he saluted the old soldier with his fist over his heart. Good luck. Verus nodded. Well need it, Im sure, he said. At Denthius command, one gate swung open. Verus and Emogen passed through to salutes from the men upon the battlement and a few quiet words of luck. The soldiers here were hopeful of a resolution of this neverending war, as well, and they hoped soon. The jungle before them was dense and sinister. He had never been in such an environment, but it seemed like any other woodland, only a bit more so. Great ferns covered the ground, and thick-trunked trees rose to form a tight canopy over their heads. Some of the trees had half their root structure above the ground. Most of all, he noted the smell. It was a rich, earthy smell, full of life, and death. He had never smelled such richness before in the earth and it was appealing to his nose, almost as much as the cinnamon scent he caught from the lady from time to time. Emogen followed Verus by a few feet, watching him and listening to the jungle about them with wary ears. Even half-elven hearing was more acute than human, and she knew she would hear anything before he. They walked for the better part of two hours before she reached out and touched his arm. Verus turned with a question on his face. Voices ahead, she whispered. They took cover in nearby shrubs and lay silent for long moments before Verus heard the voices, as well. They were Abian. They ducked even lower into the cover. They were now dressed as a ranger and an elven advisor, they would not be treated kindly by their own troops now. Speaking Abian would not help them, as the Windy Islanders, like the Abians were descended from the Syrisians, and spoke a language that was similar excepting a few minor dialect differences. It was easy enough for one to imitate the other. The cohort passed, talking among themselves about this and that, but obviously not seeing the two earth-tone-clad people only a few yards off the path. No wonder they are having such trouble with the islanders, if they could not even see us, thought Verus. The two slipped from the underbrush and moved north-westward again, toward a river he had seen on the maps which would eventually take them toward the capital, as that city lay upon the river. Emogen seemed quite happy, and Verus asked her why. It is in my blood, I suppose, to love the wood, even such jungle as this, she said, gazing about them. Do you not find it lovely in the least? He nodded. Its very pretty, he said simply, but it is too much, in my mind, it needs less undergrowth and more grasses. She nodded soberly. You would like Windir itself then, Verus, for it is like that, said Emogen. Somehow, I doubt I will ever see Windir, milady, said Verus. This war has seen that I would be most unwelcome. They came not across another soul that day, and traveled almost until dark had settled upon the rainforest. True to form, as soon as the sun had set, the clouds opened up, as it did most every night, according to Denthius. The two huddled under a oilcloth canopy and Verus laid out his bedroll, just a blanket really, but waterproofed on one side. Emogen did the same. I apologize for the lack of gentle accommodation, milady, said Verus, smiling as she twisted and turned on the blanket, trying to find a comfortable position. She smiled up at him. I am actually quite used to these conditions, said the lady. My father used to take me camping often into the wilds. It was the only real time I spent with him, other than when I had angered him and he punished me. Verus laid beside her, and turned onto his side, his knapsack forming a pillow for him. What was it like having an elven father? he asked. She looked at him. Very different, she said. I knew other childrens fathers, and they had a totally different set of priorities. Their fathers sought wealth and property, and status. My father looked for knowledge and spiritualism. He became a Oneian, for a while. Until he learned that the Church condoned slavery. Not all sects do, you know? asked Verus. The Blue Sect, and the Green, for example. He spoke of the sects that ruled the spiritual lives of the Western Realms to the south of their land of Abia, and of the Windy Islanders sect, the Green. The Abians followed the Silver Sect. As much as politics, the sect that led the spirits of the regions defined them. Anyway, he made me study intensely, saying, Youve not long to learn what an elf needs to know, being half human. She imitated a stern males voice as she spoke in what must have been her fathers cadence. Mother always tried to tell him that I was not an elf, and that he should not try to cram fifty years of learning into fifteen. Nonesense, he would say, no daughter of mine is too stupid to learn anything she needs. Did you learn everything he though you needed? asked the old soldier. She nodded. Yes, to please him, I did, she said. When mother died, he and I moved to Windir, but it was too late for me. I was too human, and never quite fit in. There were even elves who thought that humans and elves should not intermingle, and their words were most unkind. I soon left, and moved back to Abia, and lived with my mothers family. How old are you? asked Verus. She gave him a mocking shocked look. You are to never ask a lady that, she said. But, since I pride myself on honesty I will answer, for a price. What price? asked Verus. A kiss good night, she said. He smiled in silence a moment. A bargain, then, I will gladly pay. He leaned toward her and she toward him. Their lips met and pressed together for a long moment. He felt her slender fingers moving over his close-shorn hair and moved his into her golden tresses, feeling the incredible softness of her curls. A long moment passed as they kissed, though finally they parted lips. A bargain, indeed, she said. For I would tell you anything for another. He smiled. Just your age for now, milady. She laid back and looked up at the canopy over their heads and listened to the rain spattering off of it. I am sixty-eight, she said. Sixty-eight, he echoed, and not even middle age. Verus sighed. My mind boggles at trying to grasp what that means to ones perceptions. She laughed. Oh, I am middle aged, she said. Most half elven folk only live a bit more than a hundred years. ONLY! he exclaimed, then laughed. Twice the life of man and you can say only? She shrugged. My father will likely outlive me, explained Emogen, He says that is the pain of loving a human, to loose your mate and even your children before you pass. I heard elves can share their longevity with their lovers, said Verus, Is is not so? My mother wouldnt have it, said the lady. When she found out he was feeding her days in their kisses, she became incensed, and demanded he stop, else she would not kiss him anymore. It must have hurt to see her age and die, said Verus. More than you can know, I think. Tears were falling from her eyes and rolling over smooth skin and into her hair. He felt the moisture of them, as his hand rested beneath her head, cradling it. But he stayed beside her. Elves never leave their spouses, they will kill themselves first. Or their spouse, if it is warranted? the old soldier asked. She nodded. I have heard of such happening, when one turns to madness or wickedness, she said. But then they often still destroy themselves after the deed is done. There are many lenods to that effect actually. She nuzzled her cheek onto his palm, and then turned her head slightly and kissed it. You know pain like that, though, dont you? He shook his head. Not truly, no, he said, using his thumb to wipe the tears from her cheek as they fell. My wife passed in her sleep with no warning of it happening. She was hale and happy, and we even had made love that night. When I awoke, she was still sleeping, and never opened her eyes. It was now his turn to shed tears, and a few fell before he pulled them back. It was a good death, perhaps the only one that truly exists, said Verus. Soldiers may die honorable, and even glorious deaths, but not usually good ones. She reached out a slender hand and wiped away his tears now, and smiled at him. I marvel to see a legend weep, Verus, said Emogen. I would never have guessed you could. Verus chuckled then said, I have cried almost after every battle, milady. Ive never been able to divorce the man from the body, and I see the potential lives in each fallen soldier, my own and the enemys, too. She leaned forward and kissed him again. You are a magnificent leader Verus, she said. If only our Praetor was one such as you. The lady stopped and thought a moment, But you would never be Praetor, even if asked, would you? The old soldier shook his head. Such is beyond my vision, he explained. Pity, she said. We should sleep, milady, we have two more days of travel ahead of us before we can even hope to reach Rondall, said Verus. She nodded. When he tried to pull back his hand, she grabbed his wrist with both her hands. No, please, leave me this much of you, she said, her voice soft. He left his hand under her head, and they both drifted off to slumber. - - - - - - - - - - Verus was awakened rudely by a foot kicking his booted foot. Get up and run, theyre coming! a man yelled. He had a Windy Islander accent. Verus sat up and looked toward the man as he ran northward. He heard drums to the south, Abian war drums. There was a legion marching toward them. They clambered up and quickly folded and crammed their bedrolls into their packs. They could hear the marching feet now, and knew that soon they would be seeing the forward phalanx. He grabbed the oilcloth tarp and they ran. It ripped free of the ties that held it to branches and he rolled it up as they fled. He flashed that they had forgotten their bows, but the lady had both of them in her hands, much to his relief. She handed his to him when his hands were free. The man who had awakened them was ahead and turning to see if they were behind him. He was a tall, slim man, clad in the green of a ranger. As they ran toward him, his face took on a look of alarm. Had he figured out they were not Windy Islanders? In a motion that was almost too fast for Verus to see, the man had raised his bow and knocked an arrow and was aiming it directly for his chest. Verus shoved Emogen to the side and dove for the ground himself. The arrow whistled over their heads by mere inches as they fell. There was a muffled scream and Verus looked behind himself to see a Abian scout falling, his own bow dropping an arrow to the ground. They got up and began running again, passing the man with the bow, another arrow knocked. She was breathing hard and he was panting for air. They came around another bend in the path and the ranger, who had been sprinting after them grabbed Verus arm, yanking him to the side of the path. Verus followed, and Emogen followed him. They ducked under some low shrubs, then the man virtually dove into a hole in the ground. Verus looked at the hole dubiously only for a moment, before they heard marching feet again, and the drums began to roll in an attack call. He urged Emogen into the hole, then dove in after her. It was a long crawl down a very narrow passage. Verus was never claustrophobic, but this almost became his first opportunity to gain that particular phobia. Finally, as a bit of panic was beginning to set in, the tunnel opened and he found himself in a cave. It looked natural, but had been worked partially by the hands of man. The man who had alerted them sat on the floor, looking up at them and laughing. You two need to find a better trysting place than the path from Pigswillow, sir. he said, then he stood up and dusted the dirt from the tunnel off his clothes. Verus adopted a smile and tried to imitate the Windy Islanders accent. We werent aware that they came this far afield, he said. Well, they used to not, but theyve been pressing in farther since we pulled all the villagers back, said the ranger, walking over to a barrel in the corner. Weve denied them more slaves, and they have to reach out farther to get them. In a tone that tried to sound casual, with an edge of hostility toward the Abians, Verus asked, They raid solely to take slaves? The man nodded. Yes, they razed Wickets Patch last week, and its got no tactical use, what else is there, when they take every man, woman, and child captive and drag them off? The ranger looked at him oddly. Im surprised you dont know that, commander, he said, eyeing the badge of rank upon Verus cloak clasp. We have only two days ago come back from Windir, said Emogen, interjecting herself. He was commanding a training company for a period. The ranger looked at her. Youre a half elf, he said, dont see many of you about here. What clan are you of? She nodded. We are rare enough, replied the lady, and I am of clan Velithar. She put her feet together and put one hand over her breast, her palm touching her chest. I am called Lemovaur. Her head bobbed in a short bow. Velithar? he asked, Never heard of them. Then he grinned. Then again, Ive never heard of a lot of the different clans. He turned to her, and executed a similar bow, with his hand open upon his breast. I am Lucas Crusus, he said. The ranger then looked toward Verus, one eyebrow raised questioningly. I am Critus Tanverus, said Verus, using his full name that few knew. Crusus laughed. There used to be an Abian Centurion named Verus, long before the war. I wonder if you were named for him? he asked. Verus shrugged. Maybe, my father was very into the study of military things, he said. In truth tan as a suffix meant akin to and he had been named for an uncle name Verus. It was also often used to mark a child named for someone whom a parent wished him to emulate, where tan would mean like. Do you two have some food? asked Crusus, eyeing their rather heavy looking packs. Verus nodded and unlimbered his knapsack, and opened it. He drew out a large hunk of salted meat and a chunk of hard tack. Do you need some? The mans eyes said everything Verus needed to know. He was very hungry and he even saw the rangers tongue poke out and lick at his lip. Please, have some, we have plenty, he held out the meat and hardtack. Crusus didnt need to be told twice, few soldiers did. He took the food and sat down immediately and began to eat as if famished. Its been five days since Ive had real food, other than nuts and berries, he explained. With the Abians burning the crops and driving those who they dont take as slaves from their homes, Im amazed anyones eating. He eyed the full knapsacks they both carried. They all sat and ate, drinking water from the barrel in the corner. Verus walked Emogen over to the far corner as Crusus ate. What is this place? he whispered. She shrugged. Ive never heard of such before, I suppose its a bolt-hole, put here for just what we are doing. He nodded. I thought as much, I cannot ask him about it, for I guess I should know. Lady Emogen smiled. It seems you have rank no matter the army you choose, she said, eyeing his silver pendant. The old soldier winced, I can see that, I had hoped it was a junior command rank, I should have asked about it, he said, looking down at the pendant unhappily. We could take his, she offered, nodding toward the ranger. No, said Verus, Ill not hurt or kill a man for a bauble to further a disguise. If we come across a dead man, perhaps, but Ill not murder for it. Plotting my untimely demise? asked Crusus, having finished off the salted meat and hard tack. He laughed at their odd expressions. Just kidding, hell, you two are pretty shaken up. Been away from the front a long while, eh? It has been a while, confirmed Verus. The ranger put his head to the wall of the cave and listened. I think theyve passed, he said. Give them another half hour and theyll be well away, then we can sneak past and get ahead of them. Get ahead of them? asked Emogen. Why would we want to do that? Crusus blinked a couple of timed, his blue eyes dark in the candle light. To help defend Rennik, of course, he said. Thats where theyre going, to sack Rennik. Verus nodded. Its poorly defended? The ranger laughed. They really must leave training cadre out of the news, he said, Rennik is our BEST defended town for miles. Were hoping to hold stop their incursions there. He smiled brightly. And Ill be damned if I will miss the Abians finally getting their backsides served on a platter. Verus and Emogen looked at one another then back at the Ranger. I see, well, then we truly woudlnt want to miss that, would we? said Verus. Imogen nodded enthusiastically. A while later, they emerged from the rabbit hole and moved east a mile or two, then north again. Well work around them easily enough, said Crusus, they move slow, those Abians, with all their formations and marching. Verus chuckled at that, nodding. They do at that, he agreed. It was a walk of about five hours, moving at a pretty good speed, before they sighted the town of Rennik. Verus was appalled. The defenses were shoddy at best, suicidal at worst. As the three of them walked into town, people came out of the half-ruined houses and haphazardly thrown-up tents to greet them. Another ranger came out of one tent, wearing a bronze-colored pendant. He saluted Verus, in the familiar fist over the heart salute, though a head bow was added, like Emogen had done. It is a relief to have one of the High Command here to see to it the situation is in hand, sir, said the officer. Verus blinked a moment, then realized he had just been given command. His first thought was to order a general retreat. Then he looked about. The emaciated state of many of the civilians, and some of the soldiery told him that many would not survive a forced march out of the town. He sighed and asked for a place to speak with his advisor in private. The officer vacated his tent with no fuss, leaving Verus and Emogen alone. What the hell am I supposed to do? he asked after the offer had gone. She shrugged. You could simply leave, she said. And leave these people to the slaughter that will happen in about four hours? said Verus. Not to mention a tale of a commander who showed up and fled at the last minute, someone who needs to be watched for? Thats all I need to commit treason on a nation I am not even part of! Lady Emogen looked at him levelly. You could lead them, then, she said. And commit treason on the empire? said Verus. Verus, look around! she said, her voice rising. This is no war of reunification, as the Praetors speeches say, it is a war of acquisition. They are taking slaves as they go and stealing everything of worth not secured to the ground. She was crying. Theyre killing anyone who they think might be a problem, and sending the rest to slave as whores, gladiators, or miners. Verus expression grew peculiar. You are on their side, he said quietly. Tell me truthfully, do you wish the islanders victory in this? I do! she said, narrowing her eyes. But barring that, I will settle for the war to stop, I want the slave taking to end, and the destroying of homes and families. Verus nodded. Worthy goals, he agreed. Lead them, Verus, stop the massacre that is about to happen, she begged. Her face was now red and swollen with tears. He looked down at the floor for a long moment. Thinking on what he has seen on the islands and what he has heard, and lastly, the underhanded means to get him here. Please. He looked into her eyes. If I lead them, you will speak the whole truth to me after. I want to know everything. His eyes were accusing. Youve not told me the half of it, elven woman, and I would have it, for I will not betray my nation for less than a better cause. It is! she said, her face flush. It is worthy. Primus Pilum Verus nodded and then went to the tent flap. Commander, a word? he said out the flap. The young ranger came in at a trot. Sir? he asked. Resources? asked Verus. What have you at our disposal? The officer blinked then said, We have a hundred and twenty four rangers, two-hundred and fifteen armed militia and eighty two improvised. Verus stared at the officer. And you intended to take on a group of how many cohorts? Five, said the officer, but we have the defensive position. You have a damned mud pit! shouted Verus, slamming his fist down on the small table that sat in the center of the tent. Cavalry? he asked. None, sir. said the officer, with fear quavering his voice. Verus sighed. We need cavalry, he said, very slowly. Assemble all the rangers, weve not much time. Fifteen minutes later Verus was looking over the rangers, they were a motley assortment, but seemed to know their drill and were presumedly good in a fight. They were mostly equipped with bow and sword, though some were carrying staves or spears. He walked up and down the ranks of them. Just over a cohort worth of trained soldiery and two of semi-trained. How many of you can ride a horse well? asked Verus in his command voice. Twenty seven men raised their hands and were pulled from the mass and stood aside. He walked to the officer, having learned his name was Thurus. How many horses in town? Thirty five, sir. But many of them are nearly useless, replied Thurus, worrying his long black hair with his fingers. Get the best twenty eight, and get them saddled, even if its just a blanket and some rope for a bridle and stirrups. The officer jogged off. An hour later, there were twenty eight horses ready, and the rangers who could ride were picking from among them, with Verus selecting the best-looking steed for his use. He surveyed the defenses. A low palisade wall around the village, breached in three spots by flimsy gates, with a catwalk for archers and defenders. He set the militia and civilians to making stakes as fast as they could and planting them around the outside of the wall, to at least slow down footmen a little. He had one gate rigged to fall when released from ropes. The entire body of the militia was positioned behind that gate. The rangers would man the walls to either side, covering with bow fire. The civilians with improvised weapons would be among those rangers, to help with anyone who came over the wall. Lastly, he positioned the cavalry near the left gate. The first cohort marched onto the field before the gate, stopping two hundred yards out and forming up into a long battle four deep. They were soon joined by the other four cohorts. Five hundreds now stood out there. One full cohort was made up of archers. He peered closely at the command groups of each cohort. Emogen, do any of those commanders have gold trim on their breastplates? asked Verus. She peered at them each in turn with her keen elven vision. No, none of them, she replied. He dropped off the low catwalk and went to Thurus. You hold this wall, come hell or glory, you understand? Yes, sir! said the young officer. When I give the horn call, you drop that gate and send the militia out, then the rangers. Yes, sir. replied Thurus. Verus mounted his horse and rode to the mounted rangers. This is going to be dangerous, men, he said. But, if you keep your wits about you, you may live to see the morrow, he said, eying the horsed rangers. The men nodded. I will issue commands, and they need to be obeyed immediately, even if it means turning your back to an opponent, you understand? Men nodded and murmured assent. I asked if you understand? repeated Verus in a louder voice. Yes, sir! came the shouted reply from the twenty-seven improvised cavalry. Verus feared some of the horses wouldnt survive the initial charge, their hearts would explode. He ran through some hasty instructions on what to do in some limited situations. So much was all he could do. As he finished the last of these, he heard the drums roll from toward the south wall and heard the march of feet. Men, you are to distract and challenge, you are not to try to win the victory! yelled Verus. Do that well, and your comrades will win the victory and you can toast them their glory and both can drink happily. OPEN THE GATES! The twenty-nine horsemen sallied forth and rode in a wide circle about the village behind Verus. The horses were quiet on the loamy soil of the wood. Two fell out quickly, as their horse collapsed from beneath them, the beasts dying almost as they fell. The men jumped free and ran behind the horsemen to provide covering fire with their bows for the charge. The Abians were scarce touched by the archers on the wall, as Verus had feared, but they were moving slowly and cautiously, as was standard procedure for a situation like this. He was about to throw all that to the wind and set things on the path of chaos, and when chaos struck an Abian formation, withdrawal was the only option. Unless you were Verus. Few noted their approach from the rear right flank, and they struck the Abian formation hard, plowing deep into it and causing a great many casualties with only a couple of losses. For the most part, the horses did the majority of the damage, as the riders were only partially competent at fighting from horseback. His order to charge indirectly was working, the horses were not warhorses and would not willingly charge a man. However, they were, for the most part, well-trained and would obey directions. It was a simple matter to ride as if to go near a person and change direction at the last second and plow the horse directly into the poor target. He called for a regroup and the rangers responded admirably. If nothing else, they were trained to listen for commands well enough, and they seemed decent swordsmen, as well. As they pulled away from the Abian formation, it tried to regroup, and face them, only to start losing men to the archers on the wall, and had to divide their formation to face both ways. Verus smiled. One cohort already confused and four remaining. A few arrows now zinged past his head, from the central cohort, the archers. They were next, he rode the company of horsemen around to make as if to charge the archers, and set them in readiness. The whole of the Abian formation was rather close to the walls and had to keep at least one back rank bearing shields to prevent archers on the wall from having easy targets. Spurring his mount, he rode around, again, giving him distance and coming around the other flank now, forcing the end cohort to wheel about to face the cavalry. The archers in the center were concerned, as well, a few had fallen to arrows from the superior longbows on the wall. Now, however, he was garnering far more attention than his little cavalry company deserved, by far, and aimed to use that to the utmost. The bugler called the full charge. The gate came crashing down, nearly catching the leading ranks of the central cohort, over the wooden platform charged the militia. The spearmen in the front rank were overrun in short order and the militiamen ran amok among the archers. It was quickly seen that the archers could not stand and the formations wheeled again to crush the militia, when the rangers cleared the gate and started raining arrows into the cohorts not in melee. Verus charged the remaining cavalry into the only full-strength cohort left, which was still trying to decide which force to face. A few moments later the horns of the Abians were blowing and a retreat was called. He sent forth his own commands, and the Militia and Rangers disengaged, letting the Abians retreat and yield the field. He went about and made sure the wounded were tended with due speed, drafting the half dozen elven folk in the village to healing duty with their miraculous breath. He also further ensured that wounded Abians were not abused and were taken prisoner honorably. But, sir, they started of the killing prisoners and slave transporting! protested Thurus. Verus looked at him and glared. And were better men than they, else we are also animals. The prisoners will be treated fairly and their wounds tended. See to it, commander. He looked at Emogen. Lady Emovaur, youre with me. With that, he spun on his heel and entered the village and then the command tent. Lady Emogen walked in quietly behind him, moving slowly and hesitantly. Now, milady, said Verus, turning toward her with eyes that burned with anger and pain, you will explain what the hell is going on here, and what your game is. Else, Ill tell them were Abians myself and wait for them to tear us apart. She cringed from his vehemence. Verus, I. . . . she said. You what? shouted Verus. You simply have made me commit treason on my own nation and not only aid the enemy, but lead them to victory? Her silvern eyes hardened, turning to the color of gleaming steel. You have seen what is happening here, she said. Can you abide your own vaunted empire slaying hundreds of folk simply because they had not enough guards to watch them adequately? What are you saying? asked Verus. The pointed at a map upon the table. On the map was a town and that town was scratched out. Palliman, she said. Six months ago, there was a town here. There is nothing there now, save ruins and shallow graves. A cohort went there and the people surrendered, as there were no rangers among them. Two days later, half the cohort was ambushed near the village and slain. The Centurion in charge sent word to the governor and received word back three days later, to slay the villagers and return to their base. Simply because they could not adequately watch the villagers for a slave drive to Pigwillow. Verus gaped at her as she spoke. This cannot be true, he said. It is against all accepted laws of war. Emogen looked at him levelly. Really? she said, her voice icy, I would never have known that their actions were beyond barbaric, had you not said so. But, trust me, it is true. This war is not about reunifying the Children of Syrisia, it is about taking slaves, and lining the pockets of the governor and some of his flunkies. How has this happened? asked Verus. How can we have fallen to such dishonor. Perhaps the Praetor can shed light upon it, she said, I understand that he himself selected the governor and most of the Centurions over these cohorts. Youre saying that he is profiting from these actions? asked Verus, his anger sublimating away from himself and her and redirecting itself to the Praetor. The ladys eyes widened as a section of the shadows near the wall detached itself and seemed to move in a blur, coming into focus an instant before the blade slid across Verus neck. The old soldier half turned toward his attacker as his hand reached toward his neck and he collapsed. Emogens scream was cut short as the shape blurred once more and the pommel of the dagger came down upon her skull. Moments later, two men, one of them the commander of the rangers came charging into the tent. Thurus knelt beside the fallen leader, pressing his hands to the free flowing blood. Get my scribe! he yelled at the other man, who bolted from the tent. The ranger looked about the tent and saw only a slit on the back wall to mark the passing of the assassin. Had the Lady Emogen done this? Spirits protect, said the soprano voice of Morlani, Thurus elven scribe and advisor. She leaped over the fallen soldier and knelt beside him. With almost no delay, she pried Thurus hands from the wound and leaned in close, nearly touching her lips to the freely-flowing wound. The ranger watched in awe as the wound closed, first stopping the flowing blood and then sealing the rent flesh. As the wound finally closed, she collapsed over Verus chest and gasped for air. Thurus gently lifted the petite woman off of the commander and laid her upon a desk. Other men came stumbling into the tent, worried looks upon their faces. Verus lay still, breathing, but only barely. Morlani has stopped the bleeding, Verus may live, said Thurus. Two of the men came forward and they lifted the old man onto the central table. What happened? asked one ranger. The commander looked at him. I dont know, honestly, he said. But Lady Emogen is gone. The other rangers all looked at the cut cloth at the back of the tent. Shall we give pursuit? asked one. No, said Thurus, those abian legions will be near, regrouping, even if only to march home. We need not a run in with them. Tanverus will awaken, and we will await his guidance. The rangers nodded, all of their eyes turning worriedly toward the man who had just handed them victory over a superior army. - - - - - - - - - - What is the meaning of this? asked Lady Emogen as she was thrown into the holding cell on a small galleon. Sendrus looked into the cell. The meaning, milady, is your treason, he said. In aiding the Windy Islanders in the defeat of two cohorts of the legions of Abia, and the murder of Primus Pilum Verus. You murdered Verus, you bastard! she screamed, grabbing the bars of the cell. Now, do not deepen your crimes by slandering a senator of the empire, murmured Sendrus. It is most unbecoming a lady to stoop to mere insults. The slender, dark man touched her hand, gently. I will dearly love owning you as my personal, most personal slave, milady, he hissed, his eyes locking onto hers. I will enjoy you in every way I can imagine. I am most fortunate, as one of half-elven blood, you will remain fresh and beautiful for a very, very long time. With an incoherent screech, she flung herself away from the bars and curled into a protective ball in the corner. Go away, youll not have me, you twisted freak, she said, covering her head. Ill kill myself first. No, milady, you will not die until I decide it is time for you to die, said Sendrus. Even that shall be an exquisite experience for the both of us. - - - - - - - - - - - The healers watched over Verus, tending to his needs for water. He was very frail, it was said. His heart had almost pumped too much of his blood from him and he hovered upon the very steps of the Tower of the One. Morlani reentered the tent, now containing a cot and several worried folk. Her husband was with her, a strong-looking elf named Emorianel. He released her hand as the two entered. Leave them, he said in a crisp voice unused to speaking the tongue of the Windy Islands. The worried healers and rangers shuffled out of the room, casting last glances back toward Verus as they exited. Lastly, Emorianel turned to his bride. You are sure? he asked. Morlani reached out and stroked his golden hair. Yes, beloved, I am sure, she said quietly. I am but a scribe, and he is a leader of many men, and a great one, from what I have seen this day. Emorianel nodded. Then, my wife, do what you must, he said, kissing her. She returned the kiss, and the two of them embraced for long moments before she turned away. Go now, Emorianel, said Morlani, pulling her auburn hair back into a pony tail. I will come forth when it is completed. With a worried look toward his wife, Emorianel walked out, carefully closing the flap behind him and standing outside of it with a solid look that radiated immobility. Morlani settled to her knees beside the cot and lifted Verus hand. Tanverus, I will give to you something few men receive, she said in a hushed tone. She placed one hand behind his neck, lifting it slightly. As his lips parted, she kissed him. She breathed into his mouth, filling his lungs. Years slipped from his features, and wrinkles smoothed themselves. His sunken, darkly ringed eyes brightened, and he looked the very picture of health. It was but an illusion, the energy did not go to that cause. Soon, Verus breathing deepened. The wrinkles returned, and the darkness about his eyes came back. However, now his skin was rosy pink, and he seemed to be only sleeping. Morlani sat back on her heels, observing the man before her. Be worth it human, she said. I give my essence for no small reason. The silver streaks in her hair shined in the lamplight of the tent. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes creased as she closed them, and the smile lines at the ends of her generous mouth deepened as she turned them up. The elf rose from her knees and walked to the tent flap. With a slender hand, she pulled it aside and touched her husbands shoulder. It is done, beloved. He looked at her, and his eyes showed pain. His wife had just surrendered many years of her long life to help a man live. Now Emorianel would be denied her that much sooner, it was as if part of her died then, and needed to be mourned. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he embraced her. You are too wondrous for any man, he murmured into her now silver-streaked hair.

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Seventeen Hyandai guided Harlen through the woods, leading him around features she knew to be somewhat treacherous. There was little in the Windir forest that would offer direct threat to a fully-grown human man, or even an elven woman. But that did not mean there was no reason for caution. There were places of spiritual power and locations where other fey creatures lived. Mischievous beings that would trick and betray Harlen, and some, even, Hyandai. Deep under the canopy provided by the massive ornthalion trees, they moved quietly, disturbing the land as little as may be. Hyandai cautioned against leaving more mark of their passage than necessary, as there would be rangers about, forest wise elven men who, like Harlen did in Morrovale, patrolled these woods, seeking game and watching out for interlopers. Most rangers were loyal to the crown and the people of the Windir, but there may be some who were subverted. A ranger, in his own wood, was not something to be trifled with, she warned. Harlen was amazed at how close many of the local animals would allow them to come before they fled from the couple. They would watch warily, it is true, up until a person would walk near enough to touch them. Only then would the animals unhurriedly move away, stepping just far enough to be out of easy reach. Hyandai assured him that they would eat from ones hand, if one had food to offer that appealed to them. Why do they not fear us? Harlen asked quietly as they stood not four paces from a doe and her foal. Hyandai looked at him. We hunt very little, beloved. She said. They have not evolved to fear us. In your lands, they have many times been hunted to the verge of being wiped out. Only the ones who feared man instinctively survived. Today, all that live are descendants of those that lived, and were afraid. Harlen considered this for a while, and understood her point, but people had to hunt, he figured. They would not live long outside Windir, would they? He asked. She shook her head. They do not know to avoid man. She said. They walked on a ways, breaking for a quick lunch after several hours of travel. It was hard for Harlen to gauge their progress, as he knew none of the landmarks, and it was hard to judge speed in this world of oversized trees and little direct sun. It was beautiful, however, in a majestic and mysterious way. Almost like the cathedrals to the One he had heard tales of in the great cities. This was a cathedral to the One, he realized, simply a temple the One had allowed to construct itself, with the help of the firstborn. We are nearly halfway there, we will be able to arrive come the morning. Hyandai assured him, using her own memory of landmarks in the woods around them. Harlen noted her newfound confidence of stride. They were in her lands now, and she knew them as Harlen had known Morrovale. She graced him with a broad smile. There is a place we can camp tonight, in relative safety. She said. It is my turn to provide the shelter. I often went there as a child, and it always seemed safe and I was never discovered by others. Harlen nodded. Sounds like a good spot, this close to Embalis, there may be patrols from the town itself to contend with. He said. Especially if they suspect trouble is brooding. A look of worry and deep thought crossed Hyandais face as they continued walking. I fear for my people, Harlen. She said. The Ehladrel will not help that much in a fight of armies. He commiserated with her, stroking her long auburn hair. I fear for them, as well, angel. He said softly. The walk continued in silence, the two of them lost in their individual thoughts. Hyandais mind was consumed with the worry, and fear that her people would be slaughtered by the traitors and her whole culture doomed to being extinguished. Harlen, as is humanitys wont, was trying to think of ways to avoid those fates. This, more than fecundity or viciousness was the human advantage in situations of competition, be it a race, a game of poker, or a war. The Windy Islanders are occupied? He asked, breaking the hours of silence. She had to think for a few heartbeats as she digested his question. Yes. She finally said. They are still trying to mop up rogue Ghantian regiments and individuals who continue to harass their towns and outlying farmsteads. Besides, we fear bringing men into the deep wood to do battle, those who are untrained in such environs. They would be cut down like wheat. Harlen nodded, still following Hyandais back through the rolling terrain of the woodlands floor. Harlen suddenly realized he was hearing water splashing. A waterfall, he thought. As he noted they were entering a clearing. It was like a larger-scale version of the grotto in Morrovale. Or, perhaps, the grotto was a miniature replica of this spot. It was wide and deep, and the trees held back from encroaching upon the shoreline of the little lake. On one side, a large waterfall fell over a sharp formation of rocks, tumbling down and spreading mist at the base of the column of flowing water. The water was unbelievably clear, and the scent of the entire glade was of orchids. A rainbow formed in the mist, spreading wide over the glade and fading toward the edges with the mist. As Harlen blinked at the sheer beauty of the scene and the assault of lovely scent upon his nose, Hyandai grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down. They were now crouching behind a thick bush, with white flowers covering its surface. Peering over the edge of the bush, Hyandai smiled like a child, pointing with her thumb, then looking back over. Harlen joined her in peering over the edge of the bush. Near the waterfall, just emerging from it, apparently, was a woman. She looked human, tall and lean, with long, powerful legs and strong-looking arms. She was fully nude, her lithe body gleaming with refracting beads of water. She moved with the grace of a skilled dancer, or warrior, or both. The only thing that made him know she was not a human was her hair. It was thick and wavy; a massive mane of hair, and it was green. However, it was not all green, parts of it were turning brown and red, and parts yellow and orange. She walked along the bank of the little lake for some feet before turning and walking toward the trees, then disappearing into the foliage. What was that? Harlen asked, his voice a whisper. Hyandai giggled. A nymph. She said. Another fey of the wood. Are all fey so beautiful as you and she? Harlen asked, peering back over, in case the nymph returned. Hyandai stood up. Im afraid not. She said. As a matter of fact, some are quite repulsive. A low chuckle emitted from Harlens chest. I see. He said. Onward they traveled, time seemed to have little meaning as they went on. The sun changed position, but without any real indicator of its present location and where it was an hour ago, it did not register as important. I see now why people say time does not pass in elven lands. Harlen commented idly, looking up at the few tiny pinpricks of sunlight piercing the canopy overhead. If it does, it does so in hiding. Hyandai took his hand. Fret not, lover, we are in lands now that I know well. She said. Or well enough. The light was once again fading when Hyandai walked them up to an Ornathalion tree. She moved about the base, seeking something, until she found it. There was a soft, wooden click and a door opened into the tree. She grinned back at his rather startled expression. Come. She said, ducking into the doorway and entering the trees trunk. Harlen had to duck but could stand upright inside. It was a small chamber, only two paces wide and one deep. A narrow tunnel led from the left wall into the tree, like huge termites had bored into it. Hyandai carefully closed the door and said. Use your calyondo, beloved. Digging for a moment, Harlen produced the calyondo and held it before him. She crawled into the tunnel and he followed. He could not at all complain of the view for this portion of their trek, he thought while looking ahead. Hyandai seemed to now never wear a loincloth, and the view was quite, frankly, stimulating, if he had to say so. After what seemed like a long while of steady crawling, and moving upward, they emerged onto a platform that was very high up in the trees. Harlen looked over the edge, stretching muscles unused to such crawling. He saw nothing but darkening woods and mist. How high are we? He asked. Hyandai peered over the side. About two hundred paces. She said. As near as I could ever tell, I never measured it. What is it? He asked, looking around the platform, which seemed to go all the way around the tree at this level. She shrugged. I know not, perhaps a disused watch post. She said. But I have never found others here. We should be safe here for the night. Harlen pocketed the light orb and sat upon the wooden deck of the platform. Tell me about your father. Harlen asked, maintaining his random thought patterns. Hyandai sat opposite him, cross-legged and leaned her elbows onto her knees and her chin onto her hands. He is a strong elf. She said. And a good man. He is a smith, as Ive told you, and makes many a useful items for the clan and the village. Her eyes were growing misty with times passage as she spoke. He was the head of the clan for a short while, before my mothers death. You see, we elves are matrilineal, though we usually have male rulers. When an elven man marries an elven woman, he takes on her position. As my mother was the senior woman in the clan, she was the matriarch, when my father married her, he became the patriarch. She explained further. He headed the clan. But, when the woman that ties a man to his position dies, he loses it. Harlen nodded. What is he like? He probed. He had never known his mother or father, so this was very interesting to him. As I said, strong and good. She repeated. But also stern and stubborn, at turns. Her eyes were now glittering. I remember him trying to make me quit carrying my mothers hyandai all the time and me being just as stubborn and headstrong as he was. She was smiling a wide toothy grin. I have told you, I am considered plain by elven folk, if for my golden eyes alone. She said. One boy who had been sent by his parents to visit me said something about it, in a most discourteous tone. I thought my father would flatten him like a sheet of steel. He grabbed the rascal by his collar and bodily hauled him out the door, and to the edge of the platform, and dangled him over it, saying: More civility next time you have the honor of speaking to my daughter, else you may become my first experiment in the effects of gravity upon a piece of dung. She paused a long moment. He was my hero, and still is, I suppose, though now I have another, as well. She moved her slender hand onto Harlens her tiny fingers like a childs next to his thick digits. You reminded me of him when we first met, from your smell of hard work. She said. And while certain of our activities have disabused me of that assessment, others have reinforced it. Will he like me? Harlen asked. Or, more importantly, approve of me, and you. His eyes held some measure of concern for this matter. Hyandai shrugged. I know not, these days. She said. It is a dark time, Harlen, you must bear that in mind. We face foes from the south, powerful ones. And now, from within as well. We elves do not face war as humans do, the very act of making it, even without a single death, is anathema to us. It is not our way. Harlen turned his hand over under hers and clasped her fingers, gently, but firmly. It makes you beautiful. He said. It makes us weak. Hyandai said, nearly spitting the words. Her expression had changed to one of disdain. We avoid fights, we appease, and we parley. What we do not do, however, is win. In each transaction we loose something, a part of ourselves. Soon, we will have nothing to give, except our lives. Which, by then, will be meaningless. You believe pacifism wont work? Harlen asked. She smiled bitterly. Why else was I, untrained in such things, seeking the Ehladrel? She murmured. Pacifism wont work, we have tried it for over two thousand years. Oh, certainly, some humans and others will abide by a non-aggression agreement, but just as often, as soon as it is convenient, or inconvenient, they push again, or openly attack. Harlen nodded to that, but said nothing, simply stroked her shoulder and hair. Hyandai smiled at him. I doubt you wish to speak of my peoples politics. She said. It is something that will either happen or no without you or I taking part in it. Your concerns are my concerns. Harlen said gently. If it bothers you, you should talk about it, though I am not very conversant in the matter. Another time, then. Hyandai replied. I have other matters of import on my mind. She reached up and stroked his stubbly cheek and kissed him. We are in my lands now, Harlen. She said, once again speaking elven. Let us enjoy one another this night as folk of the wood. He only understood about two-thirds of what she said, but it was enough to deduce the rest. Returning her kiss, he began to disrobe her, untying the knots that held her tunic covering her shoulders and breasts. It came free and he sat it upon the platform before bringing his hand back to palm the soft curve of her breast. The nipple hardened almost instantly and she sighed as he squeezed the soft flesh. She ended the kiss and started kissing his neck and ear while he continued kneading first one then the other mound. Hyandai turned to face him again, but this time opening her legs to straddle his as she pressed to him, her legs folded at the knee beneath her and he propped against the trees massive trunk. He leaned forward from the trunk while she lifted his tunic off his upper body and ran her cool hands over his chest and arms, enjoying the feel of muscles under her fingertips while biting and kissing his neck and shoulders. Her hair tickled his chin as she moved from one side to the other, and then back. His own hands did not remain idle, though, and he had untied her skirt and laid it atop her short top. Now she was nude, save her soft boots, which she soon kicked off her feet. Finally, she scooted back and came up onto her feet in a low squat, unclasping his belt and tugging at his pants while he kicked his own boots off. Once she had removed his trousers, she squatted back down up against him, feeling his swollen cock against her pubic mound and stomach. She looked down at it, squeezed between their stomachs, and one of her hands followed her gaze. As she stood up, Harlen followed, not that he had much choice, she had his manhood firmly in her grasp. She kissed and tugged him as she backed to the railing that edged the platform around. She moved to it and felt the smoothly sanded wood on her backside. Harlen was breathing short now, and thought he knew her intent. He touched her smooth-skinned shoulders and turned her about gently. Hyandai grasped the railing with both hands, her knuckles white even in the dim moonlight that filtered through the trees. Her chest lowered to the rail as well, presenting herself to him with her legs apart. With a slight adjustment of his position, Harlen stood behind her and pushed his organ down toward her entrance, she looked back over her shoulder with a wide smile, her own breathing was also coming in short gasps. Pushing himself smoothly into her, he enjoyed the feeling her soft insides accommodating him again, smooth and slick, and warm and welcoming. Hyandai groaned as he entered her, and he felt the muscles contract slightly in protest to the intrusion. Or was it an embrace of welcome? Soon, though she was moaning with pleasure as her body learned what was expected of it. Would it always be thus? Harlen wondered. Though he did not really seek an answer. They both were enjoying it, so why bother with such a small detail? Her moans became slowly more insistent and she was pushing back against him as he went into her. Harlen was also feeling the sensation of need, of a desire to be with her more thoroughly. He took hold of the curves of her hips and lifted, straightening his legs. Her feet now dangled in the air by several inches, so different were their heights. He began to enter her more enthusiastically, slamming himself against her backside. Her whole body quivered with each impact and she groaned in time with them. A few moments of this rough and forceful action and she was groaning with a agonizing climax, only moments before Harlens. She was facing into the darkened woods and she cried out her joy while he took his turn to groan as he spent into her, sending his seed deep into her body. They stayed like that a long moment, he holding her up by her waist and hips, while she laid her body upon the wooden railing. His organ throbbed as she squeezed it, milking every drop of his seed into herself. Harlen was, frankly, amazed that he had managed to keep his knees straight through that and had not fallen, as they were now quite shaky under him. He lowered Hyandai to the deck and she moved off his impaling cocks shaft, turning about again. Will we make love every day? She asked, smiling at him, pulling herself to him with her arms and leaning onto his chest. I dont know for certain. Harlen said. I dont think I would mind, though. Hyandai yawned mightily, stretching her long arms and legs while arching her back sharply. I fear I am too tired for a second attempt tonight, though, lover, unless you are very eager for one? She asked, her expression quizzical. Harlen shook his head. Only if you truly want. He replied. We have walked hard and far today and should rest for the morrow. Folding herself into his arms, Hyandai sighed. We should rest, then, beloved, the morrow shall likely prove itself trying. She said. They spread out their blankets and then laid within the soft folds, Harlen pressing to her back and enwrapping her protectively with his powerful arms. They laid for a while, lost in their own thoughts, then, eventually, slept. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Awaken, human! A voice ordered. It had the clipped cadence that Hyandai had when she had first met Harlen. Oddly, he thought about that for a moment, noticing for the first time that her accent with Westron had become much better than when they had met. strange thing to think about when someone has told you to wake up, he thought. The voice commanding his wakefulness, however, was masculine, and lacked any form of kindness. He attempted to move only slowly, turning over from Hyandais back and leaving both his arms quite visible. Instinctively, he knew that moving suddenly would get him in very severe trouble. Harlen opened one eye slowly, seeing four young elven males. They stood some paces from the slumbering couple; bows ready, but not aimed, much to his relief. Hyandai gasped and clutched the blanket to her chest as she sat up, facing them. A bit of modesty. She bit out in elven, glaring at the four elves in what appeared to be uniforms. She had been mostly covered, and sheltered by Harlens bulk from their eyes where they had approached from the hidden crawlway. They had not seen her until she sat up. Lady Hyandai! The one who had spoken said, his voice higher than even its normal soprano with shock and surprise. At that utterance, the other three registered their surprise with widened eyes. In unison, they bowed low, touching their chest to an extended knee. The arrows were back in their quivers a second later, and the four were turning about to face the opposite direction, away from the couple. I beg forgiveness for disturbing your privacy, lady. The apparent leader said. Had we known it was you and a companion here, we would have called from below. Harlen understood only a tithe of these words, they were very rapidly spoken and many were sounds he had not heard before. He turned to Hyandai with questioning eyes. Hyandai dressed rapidly behind the guards, and Harlen joined her in clothing himself at a quick, worried glance from her. You were doing your job, Evendann. Hyandai said. Forgiveness is given if you think it needed. She turned to Harlen. I am sorry beloved, but I wanted them to find us, that way they were less likely to take action before thought. Especially with us asleep and allowing them to have the element of surprise, they could well afford to be circumspect. His eyes were somewhat confused, and a bit worried, as well. Lady? Harlen asked. I am used to the people of my land calling you that. But wouldnt that imply status among your people beyond the uniqueness that my people responded to? Hyandais eyes cast downward. I suppose it would. She said. My father was the Lord of Embalis, before my mother died and that station died with her. It took a long moment for Harlen to absorb this new information. He looked at Hyandai, and at the suddenly deferential soldiers, then back at her. Youre noble born? He asked. Hyandai nodded. As much as elves have nobility, yes. She said, looking very embarrassed. Officially, I no longer have a title, save lady, and that only residual of my mothers position. It is more honorific than title of position, I assure you. They had finished dressing when Hyandai said. Evendann, please speak in Westron while we are in Master Harlens presence. I am clad, you may turn about. The soldiers rotated to face them again, eyeing Harlen rather suspiciously, but not hostilely, like they had when they had first awakened him. Yes, Lady Hyandai. Evendann said, giving with one of those curt nodding bows that Harlen could not master. Harlen, this is Evendann, an officer of the Guard of Embalis. Hyandai said, indicating the leading elf. One of our finest warriors, I might add. The leader granted Harlen one of the little head-bows. I am pleased to meet you, Master Harlen. He said. I apologize for my curtness, I was unaware you were here at the will of the lady. Harlen gave a short bow in return. No apology needed. Harlen said. You did what you would normally when finding a human interloping unbidden in your lands. However, Lady Hyandai, I must correct one of your statements. Evendann said. I am no longer a officer of the Guard. I command the Guard. Hyandai blinked a few times. Explain please. She said. Harlen could hear a bit of authority in her voice. She was used to giving minor commands, and seemed reasonably to expect them to be followed. Captain Cendiolor defected to the Isolationists two weeks ago, lady. He said. He took almost half the Guard with him. A moment passed as Hyandai allowed this new information sink in. Almost half? She asked, her eyes full of worry. Evendann nodded. I am afraid so, lady. He said. We fear their attack will fall upon us very soon. Hyandai packed her blanket and lifted her pack with the Ehladrel onto her back, then she donned the mottled green cloak that Harlen had made her. Then we have need to move to Embalis hastily, no? She asked. Indeed, we do, Lady Hyandai. He said. The Isolationists may be patrolling these places even this close to Embalis, and some have even ventured nearly within bowshot of the outbuildings. All of them retraced the long, winding tunnel down through the tree back to the little room in the base and onto the soft loam of the forest floor. With Harlen and Hyandai in the middle, the four elves took up positions two before them and two behind, spreading to a distance of about five paces, making a rude square. Arrayed as that, they began making their way west and south. Harlen looked at Hyandai. We need to speak when we can. He said. Returning his look, Hyandai said. I know. They moved along at a brisk pace, the guards setting a fairly rapid gait. All of them wore the expression of the very concerned, and watched the surrounding wood with cautious eyes. Their bows were again in their hands and arrows were knocked. Harlen began to draw an arrow, himself, when Hyandai stayed his hand, her head shaking negatively. No, betrothed. She said. You must not wield arms for now. Her eyes were apologizing pitiably as she spoke. Humans in the wood may not wield them near elves. Harlen nodded. I understand. He said. The pace was faster than Harlen first imagined, and they soon came over a low rise in the loamy ground and around a particularly large Ornthalion; before them lay Embalis. The elves did not break stride and they continued into the small valley. The village consisted of a few low, open-structured buildings built around the bases of ornthalion trees larger than any Harlen had seen yet. As he looked, he could see platforms and catwalks among the tree branches, far above. The woodwork was incredibly detailed, and it was obvious that skilled artisans had worked their craft over most every inch of the structures. They looked almost as much grown as built, seeming to merge directly into the living wood of the tree. He would have many questions for Hyandai about the architecture alone. Geometric shapes, and natural forms were patterned everywhere, leaves, zig-zags, interlocking woven patterns reminescent of Coghlandish knotwork, and even some herringbone patterns, beloved of his own people. Most of the wood was dark, nearly black, which Harlen took to be ornthal wood. Patches of bright flowers and other colorful plants, including ground-covering shrubs with blue and red leaves covered the idle corners of the valley, and there was a brook bisecting the town, and crossed by several small, elegantly crafted footbridges. The sunlight penetrated here more brightly than in the deep wood. There were fewer lesser trees about, the ornthalions were the only trees that seemed to not be cultivated for a specific purpose within the village. The sudden brightness was rather taxing to Harlens dimness-adjusted eyes. There seemed to be almost no straight lines anywhere, either in the overall design of neither the buildings nor the decoration upon them. Colors were bright, as well, and extravagant. Elven folk moved about the village, a few dozen of them that Harlen could see. As the six came out of the wood and descended the valleys slope and walked onto a faint path of fine gravel. The folk of the village began to notice them, and several stopped what they were doing to watch the group emerging from the wilds. It is now your turn to be the one gaped at, Harlen. Hyandai said with a bit of a smile. This far into Windir, few humans are seen, if any. And those are Windy Islanders, when they are seen at all. The expressions on the elven faces about him ranged from distant curiosity to near hostility. Only a discouraging few of the people were openly friendly, smiling at the sight of a man in their village after all those long years. With an effort, Harlen kept his head high and his eyes forward. He would not bow his head and humble his race. Somehow, he knew that would be a mistake. The look on Hyandais face was one of pride as she watched him stand before the intense scrutiny coming from all quarters as they marched toward the center of the village. Harlen towered over everyone around him, and his massive shoulders simply amplified that effect. Harlens first assessment was somewhat off, however, as the village was larger than he had thought, the mists had hidden fully half of it. Now, neared the villages center, he saw larger, and more ornately decorated structures about. They seemed to be moving directly toward an especially large one. The Ruling Hall. Hyandai whispered into his ear. Where the Lord and Lady of Embalis will be awaiting. He is Ircandann, and she Melewen. They are good and just persons, Harlen, and wise. Harlen nodded, his eyes watching all about them, observing the dozens of elves gathering as they approached the large building with all the columns around its periphery. It seemed to have no walls, simply a large roof. As they neared, he saw large curtains that were folded to the inner sides of the columns, which could unfurl to cover the sides to form a more sealed building. Among the people they passed, he could hear snippets of conversation in elven, of which only a little could be understood by the man. He did hear, several times the words Westron, betrothed, and large. He reached up and touched the long braid that rested beside his face; he often forgot it was there, marking him as a taken man to elven folk. His eyes went to Hyandai, still walking quietly beside him. She was matching his step; a further indicator that they were together, along with the long braid of his hair in hers, which she wore beside her own face. Harlen was curious about one thing, though, and tried to take her hand. She took it, and held to him firmly, giving him an encouraging smile. The low murmur increased slightly at that, but not much. It was obvious they were together already, and the handholding was simply a more tactile reminder for Harlen that she was with him and he with her. A sudden realization came to him about the elven ladies he saw about. They had sharper, more angular faces than Hyandai, some much more so. They were beautiful, he realized, but they were more alien to him than she, unfathomable, unreachable, and unknowable. He looked at his betrothed again, she was more round-featured, and much more lovely in his eyes. She caught his glance and looked back, her expression somewhat inquisitive. Youre so beautiful. Harlen said. I love you. She smiled broadly, her entire face glowing with pleasure at his words. And I love you, my handsome lover. She replied, her eyes suddenly full of warmth, where before they had been rather set and somewhat cold, or perhaps simply thoughtful and reserved. One of the guards looked back and gave a quick smile, a tacit approval of their romance, Harlen realized. Not all elves were hostile to the intermingling of humans and elves. The six began climbing the steps at the front of the huge building. A small crowd was gathering at their approach, though they waited quietly at the foot of the stairs. The soldiers stopped at the top, and spread apart, opening a way for the couple. The guard who had smiled at Harlen and Hyandai looked him in the eye again. Luck be with you. He whispered, giving Harlen a little head-bow. The chamber formed inside the building was huge, almost two hundred paces deep and a hundred wide. Their soft soled boots made little noise on the white marble floor beneath them, and the ornate painting and woodcarving of the roof reflected in the floor, forming a almost dazzling illusion of walking on glass over a massive deep valley. Harlen looked ahead and saw a raised dais, only one step, with two large carven thrones atop it. Two figures were seated on the thrones, and a half-dozen more elves standing about those two. Harlen knew a royal throne when he saw it, and knew he was about to be in for a lot of very stressful conversation. They approached to within ten paces and Hyandai stopped. Harlen was watching her closely, so he stopped, as well. She lowered herself to one knee, with the other leg out almost straight. She bowed until her body was pressed to that leg. Harlen was not at all sure he could quite do that particular bow, but tried his best, managing something reasonably close. Hyandai suppressed a giggle. Not bad. She whispered. You are too stiff. The man seated upon one throne was elderly looking, or at least as elderly as any elf he had seen, which was not very. They both seemed to be about forty to his eyes, with some light graying at their temples, and the ladys hair showing white streaks among her dark brown tresses. He had no doubt that they were much, much older. Their silvern eyes bored into the couple before them. Hyandai. Ircandann said, nodding his head as she rose back to her feet. You have company, despite the edict. He intoned; his voice was rich and had many sub-harmonics to it. Harlen found it sounded almost elven, even though he was speaking Westron. I trust you have good reason for the violation? Hyandai nodded. Lord Ircandann, without this mans assistance, I would be now dead. She said. I would share Eleeans fate. She lowered her head, as did all the elves in by the thrones. Harlen lowered his, as well, out of respect for their ways, and for Eleean. She pulled her long cloak aside, revealing the Ehladrel behind her shoulder. She removed it from the protective leather case, holding it out before her. I have retrieved the Ehladrel of my clan. She said. The eyes of the assembled elves grew wide upon sighting of this heirloom, including the lord and lady, but only for a short moment. This too was only achieved with the assistance of my betrothed, Harlen of Morrovale. She said, almost formally. Harlen noted the working of betrothed into that statement. She was making it clear that they were joined. The lord made a gesture with his hand, and one of the elves around him walked forward and gently took the Ehladrel and case from her. He slipped it back into the case, bowing to Hyandai as he did so. He returned to Ircandanns side and stood silently again. Ircandann made another gesture, and all the others left the area, walking quickly toward the back of the building, and soon moving out of earshot. Harlen, I thank you, in the name of all elvenkind for your assistance in this matter. He said, his eyes regarding the human, measuring him against unknown, and perhaps unknowable criterion. However, you find us in dark times, man of Morrovale. We stand at the doorstep of war, a war like none have seen in many millennia in Feldare. We would welcome you to our land and homes gladly, at any other time. Ircandann said, coming to the meaningful part of the statement. But with what is about to befall, we cannot be certain of anyone. The look of alarm growing on Hyandais face quickly made Harlen nervous. She licked her lips and, only with great effort, held her tongue. She cast a wary glance at Harlen; her eyes seemed apologetic. We understand you are betrothed, Hyandai, and we would not stand in the way of matters personal. The elven lord said. But Master Harlen cannot remain among us. Hyandai leaped at the lull in his words. Then we will leave immediately, my lord. She said; her voice higher pitched than normal, and full of anxiety. I have delivered the Ehladrel to you and the quest is finished. A sympathetic smile came over the Lady Melewens face. Hyandai, you know that you cannot go. She said. Alarms went off in Harlens head. They were going to send him home, and Hyandai was not going to be allowed to go with him! He took a single step forward. Wait a minute. Harlen said, both the elven nobles turned to him, a slight look of surprise on their faces. Neither Hyandai goes with I, or me stay. Not a bad try. Hyandai thought, smiling with pride in her man. Master Harlen. Lord Ircandann said. You must understand our position. We are about to go to war, civil war. There is no form of battle so grievous as brother taking up arms against brother. Or friend against friend. The elven noble gave him a long, hard look. As you certainly know. Hyandai is our finest tactician. Lady Melewen said, picking up Ircandanns line of speech without pause. Though she has never led troops into battle, she is our strategic advisor for the upcoming war, whether she likes or no. We feared we would be facing this foe without her able knowledge and are gladdened that this is not so. Again, we are most thankful. However. Ircandann said. We cannot have you here when this event befalls. Your mere presence would just drive them into that much more of a frenzy. Harlen sneered. The people who wish to kill you would wish to kill you deader? He asked. A narrow smile formed on the nobles mouth. Harlen, while I understand your frustration. He said. The separation will only last the duration of the coming conflict. Tears were forming in Hyandais eyes. My lord, please. She said. I will be worth nothing to you, strategically, or otherwise, if you send Harlen away, or will not let me go. I have done more than my fair share of the effort, risking my very life, alone in the wilds beyond Windir. Only by fortuitous luck did I happen to come upon a man both able and willing to aid me, and give my heart to his keeping. Hyandai! Lord Ircandann said, rather sharply. You will accept the needs of your people! She bowed her head, the tears now falling. Yes my lord. She said, her voice both broken and humbled. Harlen felt rage and anger well up in himself. His fists clenched tightly and he set his jaw. The new hostility in his eyes was very evident and, naturally, the elven nobles saw it, quite clearly. Still your anger, Harlen. Ircandann said, raising a placid hand. It will serve no purpose. This decision is immutable and final. He gestured with two fingers and the courtesans approached from the distant quarter of the building they had retreated to. Nemanth. Ircandann said. Arrange for a honor guard to escort Master Harlen to the border, with all haste. A mounted squad. He turned to Harlen. You can ride, yes? Harlen nodded. I have some experience with horses, Lord Ircandann, He said, through gritted teeth. The nobleman nodded. I give you one hour. He said, and they all rose, the entire retinue and the two nobles, and left the couple. Hyandai sobbed as she fell into his arms. I cannot believe they are doing this! She cried. My chest feels like it will crush inward upon my heart and fell me. It hurts so badly. Harlen comforted her as best he could, though he was likewise quite distraught, his own chest tight and painful. I can. He said. You said there are three factions. I just met the Monarchists. She nodded. Truly. She said. Still, to send away the man who helped bring back their only hope. She glared off to where the nobles and their retinue stood near the back corner of the building. It is a foolish move, and me grieving for my betrothed will serve their needs poorly. Harlen took hold of Hyandais shoulders and looked at her. No. He said. You cannot do this half-heartedly, even if you are under duress. He kissed her brow. You have to win this battle, else you may not live through it, and then I will loose you. She wiped tears from her cheeks. I should give my best? She asked. Better than your best. Harlen replied. Give them victory. He forced himself to smile. Then we can be together again. She nodded. Very well, betrothed. She said. I will give them victory, if it is in my power. Make it be. Harlen murmured into her hair as he pulled her close to him. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she sobbed into his chest for a long while. Her hands clasped the cloth of his tunic and released over and over. After a very long moment, she looked up at him, her eyes resigned and lost. If Wendy comes back from the hills before I return. She said. Keep her company. You have both my blessing and my encouragement. She is a good woman. Harlen shook his head. I thought that it was never to be one of us alone. He said. She smiled up at him. That is a rule for her, SHE is not to seek us alone. Hyandai explained. If we wish it, we can do so, especially with the others blessing, which you now have. Tears were still waiting to fall, but she had stopped them for now. You both seem to like one another, and you should enjoy the others company in my absence. Her eyes grew more deeply green for a moment. I shall catch up when I return, trust me. She said, her voice darker and huskier than normal. Then you will both be my personal playthings until I am sated. Hyandais normal expression returned, though still saddened and near to tears. Harlen, please, be careful. She said, kissing him deeply. The kiss lasted a long moment, then they pulled apart as the nobles returned, with their entourage, and a half dozen elven warriors, dressed similarly to the ones who had brought them to town, in close fitting leather armor, and shorter cloaks. Be watchful, my love. Harlen said as she stepped back. I am going home, youre the one staying in a foreign land. He looked at all the slanted elven eyes about him. Most of them were full of sympathy, but a few were cold and uncaring of the lovers dilemma. Luckily, none of the soldiers seemed to be of the latter sort. I am Cendran, I will be leading your escort, Master Harlen. He said. He performed a head-bow and then extended his hand, human-fashion. Harlen was surprised at the strength of the elfs grip. These riders were taller and broader built than most of their kindred, probably selected for cavalry due to those facts. Cendran was almost six feet in height, and well muscled. Hyandai was led away by Lady Melewen and two other women. She constantly turned about, though, watching Harlen with eyes full of tears. Finally, Harlen could no longer take stand the wrenching on his chest. Lead me to the horses, Cendran, please, I must get away before I change my mind and get myself into trouble. Harlen said. Cendran nodded with understanding marking his face. Of course, Master Harlen. They led him to the outer perimeter of the massive chamber, then down to seven horses, all fine beasts, lean and powerful. They wore mottled green cloth covers over their white and brown markings. Camouflage, Harlen realized. We will be riding very fast and hard, Master Harlen. Cendran said. We are commanded to have you to the river by dark. Harlen nodded. He glanced over and saw Hyandai being led up a stair that wound about one of the Ornthalion trees. Soon she was lost to his sight as she climbed up and around the massive trunk. Before her form passed out of sight, she gave him one last, long look, and then bowed her head and walked from view. Of course. Harlen said, turning to Cendran. --- The trip was a fast one, as promised. These horses were quick, Harlen soon realized. He wondered how they bred horses that could make such speed upon loamy soil and rough ground. Regardless, these beasts did so, galloping at a speed that was both exhilarating and frightening. They tore through clearings, and vaulted over shrubbery that Harlen would have sworn too high and deep to clear, but the horses made little of it, or the burden of a grown human. It was not for over half the trip that Harlen realized that they were not simply riding, but two of the horsemen were chanting as they went, quietly, but chanting. The horses were under a spell, or multiple spells. After almost five hours they had covered the entire distance between Embalis and the ford. The elves stopped at the ford, Cendran riding up beside Harlen. Value my words as you will, Harlen. Cendran said. I think the lords make a mistake sending you away, as do many others. He smiled at the human. At the very least, you would be another strong arm against the traitors. The other five horsemen nodded their individual assents. Saluting Harlen with a hand across their chest, laid flat, and bowing their heads. Take the horse, Harlen. Cendran said. My own gift to you for your assistance in recovering the Ehladrel. His face grew very serious. Without that gift, what little hope we now have would not be. I would thank you for helping return the Lady Hyandai to us, but your trothplait speaks of thanks and blessings I could never match. The other riders chuckled slightly at that, along with Cendrans broad smile. Harlen smiled and patted the horses neck. Does he have a name? He asked the rider. Cendran chuckled. Yes, but he has not told it to me. He said. Perhaps he will tell you. Harlen chuckled, as well. I thank you for the beast, then, Cendran. He said. He is a fine animal, I will care for him well. A moment passed, and Harlen felt it was time for farewell. Cendran, please do me a favor. If it be in my power, Master Harlen, it will be done. The elf said. Watch over Hyandai for me. Harlen said. I will not be able to live without her. Cendran saluted. It will be done. He said. My men and I will protect her with our very lives. The other five nodded assent as well, murmuring agreement in both Westron and elven. Oh. Harlen said, holding out the soft leather pouch with the mock Ehladrel in it. Please give this to Hyandai, she needs to find a young would-be blade dancer to gift it to. Cendran took it with a smile, and looked at it. Well crafted, Harlen. He said, grinning. A young lad or lass will treasure it, especially knowing human hands wrought it. Harlen had never thought that elves might value human produced items of quality in the same way humans valued the elven products. Then me thank you and hope to see all of you soon, after a grievous victory. Harlen intoned, in passable elven. The elves smiled and wheeled their mounts about. Harlen had no doubt they would watch from the wood until he rode out of sight toward Morrovale. He was unsure what to do. He was not even sure he could find Embalis again without a guide. He guided the horse across the river, crossing the ford easily with the mounts powerful swimming. The horse seemed a bit out of place, and nervous in the rather open terrain it now traversed as it crossed through the ruins of Markhams Ford. He looked back at Windir, the thought came to him again to ride back into the wood and find Embalis and steal Hyandai from them. It was just as quickly discarded. No. He would have to play the elven game to have his elven woman. He now saw the plight of their love and the risks it would have to endure. He rode onward, at a slow trot. He would be in Morrovale before midnight with the aid of the horse. His heart felt like it was being wrenched from his chest as the distance between him and his beloved increased. Harlen set his jaw sternly and rode hard for the village. Determined to get the moving over and done. Just before midnight, he tied the horses reigns at a post outside the Pierced Boar. You stay put Numessa. He said, stroking the muzzle of the beast. The beast snorted slightly and began drinking the water in the trough before the post. He walked into the tavern, and found it lightly populated, just a few of the die hard drinkers. Harlen! Called Tammer. Welcome back, and sooner than I had thought. A second later, he stopped smiling at his former apprentice. Oh, damn. He said, quietly. He walked up and patted Harlens shoulder. What happened son? He said. Tammer. Harlen said. They made her stay and made me leave, until some sort of dispute is settled. Tammer nodded. But she will be coming back? He said, hopefully. Harlen nodded dejectedly. Yes. He said. After the battle. Battle? Tammer said, looking at Harlen askance. Whats that about? Theres going to be a civil war, between Hyandais village and some rogue elven isolationists. Harlen explained. May the One Protect. Tammer said, his voice distant. Theres never been anything like that Ive ever heard of. There is, or so Hyandai says. Harlen said. When the dark elves split from the elves of the surface, thousands of years ago. Shit. Tammer muttered. Thats just bloody wonderful. Give me a bottle of rum, Tammer, and a shot glass, and beer. Harlen said, glowering at his idle hands. And keep the beer flowing. Tammer nodded and fetched the requested spirits. Harlen looked down at the shot glass of brown liquid, and at the bottle of even more of it, and at the tall mug of beer. Well, this will have to do, wont it? He asked himself. ********** Authors Notes ********** I would like to thank all the readers of The Solitary Arrow for their ongoing commentary and criticism regarding this work. I am constantly striving to better the quality of this tale and welcome all constructive criticism, suggestions, and corrections. (EDIT 1.0)

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Two The smaller orc muttered then scurried off and began gathering up the fallen equipment. The larger orc carried the two some distance back up the scree then through another ravine. He finally came to a cleft in the stone walls of a short sheer-sided cliff. With a mighty heave, he used his shoulder to shove back a stone that blocked the majority of a concealed entrance, revealing a short passage that led to a small cave. He dragged the two in behind him and dropped them negligently to the floor. He liked his secret cave, few other orcs knew about it, and most of them were now dead. He was going have fun with this elf girl for a long time before he killed her. A few moments later, Snatbug came in with the booty from their adventure and looked at the girl, his red eyes gleamed with lust. We going to have a go at her, then? He asked. Well, Im going to fuck her, then when Im done, if I decide to take a break, you might grab a bit of her ass. The big orc said, taking a swat at his smaller cousin. Right now, Im going to go report to the captain that they tried to ambush us and killed the other boys, then ran away. He said. You go outside and watch out over the fight spot. Both the orcs left the cave, then there was a grinding sound as the stone was pushed back into place. A few minutes later, Hyandais eyes fluttered open. Her head felt like a drum. Pain pulsed with each beat of her heart, causing her to wince. The stench that struck her nose was horrid. She looked around and saw Harlen. He was barely breathing, and blood was bubbling from his lips. He would die soon, she thought. She squirmed in her bonds and managed to get her head pointed toward him and rolled onto her belly. She inched her way, painfully, across the floor. When she finally reached his head, she leaned over his face and pressed her lips to his. She breathed into him, forcing his lungs to expand. She could hear the sickening sound of his ribs sliding over each other inside his chest but she pushed on. Another deep breath and she blew again, expanding his lungs farther this time. After a handful more breaths and she could no longer hear ribs moving. Her healing breath was repairing the damage as it inflated the punctured lungs, and moving the broken ribs back into place. She exhaled into him a half dozen more times, unsure how badly hurt his insides were, and wanting to be as sure as she could. He seemed to be breathing normally now. Harlen, awaken. She said into his ear. He murmured something but did not wake up, he was still groggy from the shock. She bit his ear sharply, he yelled something incoherent and awakened. His eyes popped open as he tried to sit up. But, his hands were bound behind his back, and he fell again. Where are we? He asked, his face panic-stricken She looked around. Some cave the orcs have thrown us in. I think they will not be gone long. She twisted her wrists. I can not unbind my hands. She said, her voice took on a sorrowful note. I will be raped when they return. Harlen nodded, grunting as he struggled with his bonds. I wish I could help. He said, then he fell down again. Ill keep trying to get loose. She shook her head. We need them to think you near death. She said. If you can free yourself while they are otherwise occupied with me, you may be able to surprise them. I cant accept that, Hyandai. Harlen said, still straining at the bonds that securely kept his wrists locked together. I wish there were some way for me to help you. He grunted through his teeth, pulling on the cloth knots. There is not. She said. Then her eyes flashed. I know of only one thing. She looked at him. Would you risk your sanity for me? You did say you would risk your life, but your sanity may be a dearer thing. Harlen nodded. Of course I would. He smiled lopsidedly. My sanity is in oft called into doubt, regardless. She giggled a little at that. Then look into my eyes, time is short. She could hear the big orc returning, yelling at his subordinate. Harlen stared into her golden eyes, which was something he liked to do anyway, actually. Hyandai returned the stare, gazing into his fathomless blue eyes. With a last sigh, she let herself fall into them. Harlens head slammed back, as if he had been struck across the bridge of his nose. He could feel his mind shift in his skull, and felt as part of himself was shoved aside, and then something filled the newly vacated space. I am with you now. Hyandai said, and her lips did not move, for her voice was inside his own head. He faintly heard an echo in the elven tongue. Most of me is here, anyway. She amended. I have need to speak. Just relax and let me use your voice. He tried to do as she said, and then heard himself speaking elven. Her body responded by saying something back in a happy sing-song voice. Hyandai then looked at him. You seem a nice man, and speak good elven. She said. When the orcs are finished making a woman of me, you will lie with me also? Harlen, still confused, said Gladly, beautiful maiden. The body that was Hyandai giggled, then lay there with a look of pleased expectation on her face. What did you tell her? He thought. She replied. I told her the nice orcs were coming to deflower her and to not be scared, it is the normal way, so she now thinks. There was a pause in the mind-speech. She is like a child, Harlen. Only a small portion of me is still lies within her mind. Now, grab your pack and lie still. He did as she said again, the stone was being forced aside. Two orcish voices could be heard as they crawled back into the cave. Okay, you can have a poke at her when Ive finished, right? Sullenly, the smaller one replied. Like itll be any fun after youve taken your club to her. But, a beggar must take what he can get, eh? Gorepole laughed at that. Then bugger her in the ass, like I says. Ill leave it for you, youre a good mate. The big orc came over to the two people. This ones gonna live, maybe. He said. Well have fun with him later, though. He grabbed up Hyandai roughly by her shoulders and looked at her. She smiled insipidly and said Are you the one who is going to make a woman of me? As he began to carry her to the crudely-built table in the center of the room. Rather startled the orc said. You sound like youre looking forward to it, then? He regarded her with those red eyes. Your human friend or that dead elf boy out there not fill you up good? Indeed, I am. She said, smiling innocently and happily. Gorepole shrugged. Good, because thats whats about to happen to you. He tore her top off with one hand, lifting her off the table until he pushed down with his other hand, it tore asunder, revealing her small, perfectly-shaped breasts. Gorepole grunted in pleasure at their sight. He slid his hand over the smooth skin, then leaned forward and suckled one, drawing blood with his sharp teeth. Your blood tastes good, Im going to drink a lot of it before you die. He said, and then sucked the other breast into his mouth, piercing it with his fangs as well. He then stepped back, standing upright again. Hyandais body gasped then said. You are hurting me, be gentler, please. The big orc laughed. Ill be gentler, all right. He reached down and ripped her skirt off like he had her halter. The loincloth came with it, revealing her private places. He looked down at her hairless womanhood. Damn, you elves are smooth down there. He said, running his fingers over her pubic mound and spreading her labia with one. Then he forced one of the thick and clawed fingers into her. Hyandais body screamed, and then yelled. Not so rough! The orc pulled the finger from her tiny slit, and licked the blood and juices off of it. Youre an unopened bitch, then, eh? Not for long, says I. He mused. Grabbing some rope he slit her bonds and tied her down to the four corners of the table. Her arms were bent painfully over her head and pulled to the legs at the two corners over her head. Her knees were bent where they overhung the smallish table and her ankles tied securely halfway down the tables legs. He then threw her clothes into the fire burning in the far corner. You wont be needing clothes ever again. He said, chuckling. Make, me happy, little elf cunt, and Ill let you live another day. Piss me off, and Ill cut out your little sweet tongue, and eat it right here, then gut you while I ram my cock up your little hole. He said, pulling a knife from his boot. Hyandais face looked confused then said. I will try to pleasure you. She still looked expectant, but most of the pleased expression was gone. The two orcs only had eyes for Hyandai right now, not that he blamed them terribly. I will take that as a compliment, such as it is. She said in his head. She sounded sad, but resigned, and was just biding the time while Harlen got his wrists free. He had managed to grab his pack and was digging through it behind his back. The big orc clambered onto the table, and its timbers creaked under his bulk. He unfastened his belt and dropped his codpiece. His organ was enormous. It was as thick and long as Hyandais upper arm, and covered in large bumps. These formed a ridge along the upper surface. Gorepole stepped up placing each foot on either side of her narrow waist. He looked down at the pretty elf maiden, and she looked up, her golden eyes locked on the creatures huge rod, and looked fearful. He squatted down and rested his rod on her chest, between her flawless, but wounded breasts, the bulbous head was only an inch or so from her small mouth. Wet it with your mouth, and maybe it wont hurt so much when I stick it in your little cockslit. Suck me off good, and maybe I will try to go easy on your little hole down there. He said, leering down at the pretty face. She grimaced at the general smell and the thin, watery gray stuff oozing from the tip. Hyandai lifted her head and opened her mouth wide. She took the head into her, stretching her lips around the massive girth. Her cheeks caved in and began sucking on it. His vile liquid was filling her mouth, and she had to swallow it. It tasted rancid, like old milk mixed with stale water. She tried to pull back, and found that Gorepole had put a hand behind her head. He thrust himself deeper into her instead. She gagged on the thick pole, but couldnt pull back and started to choke. Inch after inch went into her mouth until she gave out a startled and muffled squeal. Then her cheeks puffed out, followed by motions of her neck swallowing something. Thick gray globs of orcish semen flowed out both her slender nostrils, then around her mouth when the pressure was too great to keep it in. Tears were rolling down her smooth cheeks. Finally, he pulled the organ free of her mouth, and a small flood of the stuff oozed out. She gasped for air, coughing, his vile come filling her nose and most of her mouth. Gorepole laughed at her, and dipped a clawed finger into the orc-spend. He shoved the digit into her mouth and wiped it on her tongue. You eat my juice good, bitch. He said, nodding. You made me go off quick, youre a good cock sucker. He then moved down a step and squatted again. Now I can fuck you longer in your little cunthole. He said, placed the oozing head of his organ at the entrance to her vagina. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders with his claw-like hands. He looked down at her tiny slit and his huge cock poised to open it. This is going to hurt some, I hope. He said, patting her shoulder. He grunted as he buried all eleven inches of cock into her. There was no preamble, there was no slipping. One moment it was outside of her, the head opening the tender folds of her outer labia, the next he was grinding his pelvis against hers. Hyandai screamed and began to thrash and pull against the stout rope that held her. The Hyandai in Harlens head screamed too. Spirits be damned, he is killing me! Harlen found what he had been seeking, his small skinning knife. He got it out of its small protective leather sheath. Gorepole rammed himself into her repeatedly, the girl stopped screaming, and simply made small grunting sounds, like he was pushing the air from her with each thrust. Movement could be seen under her taut belly, his ridged cock moving deep into her. Her limbs had gone slack and her face totally vacant. Gray semen spilled from her slack jaw and was dripping through the slats of the table and onto the floor. Her body gave an involuntary twitch and it arched its back, and she screamed again. He moved his clawed hands down to her breasts, and sank his talons into her pliant flesh, blood started flowing down her chest and off of her in small rivulets. Harlens knife was slowly cutting through the thick cloth tying his wrists. His range of motion was extremely limited, and he did not have much strength to cut with as he was holding the knife at a very unfavorable angle. The orc tossed back his head and howled like a wolf, growling at the ceiling, and showering Hyandai in a downpour of spit and bile. The cloth binding his wrists finally separated, and his hands were free. Harlen inched his hand toward Hyandais bow, and the arrows scattered on the floor near it. As the orc stood up, pulling its limp and bloody pole from Hyandais tiny body with a slurping sound that disgusted Harlen. Gorepole looked toward Snatbug. That elf pussy is good stuff, grabbed my fuckstick like a silk fist. He said, swinging his flaccid organ in the air. Nar, you freak. Said Snatbug. Youd make a horse feel like a tight new cunt. Then he laughed. He stopped laughing when he saw Harlan stand behind Gorepole, with the elven bow in his hands. Hyandai wrested control of his hands from him, saying in his mind, This one is mine, it is my right. Harlan let his will fall from his hands. The bow hummed in his hand as he muttered something in elven under his breath. The arrow began to glow, silver shimmers pulsing down its shaft. Snatbag said Boss, the man is awake! The big orc started to turn, chuckling. Nar, he cant be stan... The arrow caught the orc in the skull, just below his tiny, malformed ear, his head snapped to the side with a sickening crack, and the orc was flipped from the table and spun to the floor. He was dead before he hit the rough stone. The smaller creature, his eyes growing round with fear, ran for the cave mouth. His wretched legs only carried him two steps before Hyandai, nimbly using Harlens fingers, had reloaded the bow and was firing again. Snatbug was hit right in the middle of his scrawny back, the arrow hit so hard, that it slammed him into the stone wall. The arrow must have gone clean through him, as he did not fall, but hung there, like a grisly wall-hanging. His breath squeaked out as if from a bellows with a large rent in the cloth folds. Harlen stepped forward to the table, and Hyandai was looking up at him with beautiful, golden, but ultimately blank eyes. He hurt me. She said, the tears on her face mixing with the vile and malodorous semen of the orc. Her breath reeked of the same horrid stench. It was supposed to be fun. Her expression was one of petulant betrayal. I am hurting too much for you now, I am sorry. Harlen looked down and saw her womanhood, still gaping open from the rough use it had just received. Thick globs of orc spend plopped onto the table as it slid out of her along with quite a bit of blood. The table between her legs was likewise coated with the foul stuff, and it drained between the slats, dripping onto the floor. Harlen had tears on his cheeks for even the fragment of Hyandai that had just been harmed so privately and totally. I know. Perhaps when you are better, then. He said, quietly, patting her shoulder. Harlen cut the ropes on her ankles and wrists, and helped her to sit up. As she did, a huge mass of the orcs semen slid out of her, with an audible slurping sound, and Hyandai groaned as she watched it. That stuff tastes bad. She said, running her fingers through the foul spend. He took his blanket out of his pack and draped it about her shoulders. Here, to warm you. You are kinder than the orcs. She said. You can have me when I am well. I liked you when we first met, and you dont stink. She looked down at the orc spend and blood on the table. I am bleeding from my opening. She said. More than during my time. She looked hurt. I think that bad orc hurt me inside when he was deflowering me. Harlens heart tightened at those words, spoken so plainly and innocently. I will help you get better. He said to her, stroking her hair, ignoring the gray semen that lay in her tresses in clumps and blobs. Suddenly, a bolt of pain lanced through his skull, nearly causing him to fall. Your mind is beginning to fail, it will not hold us both within much longer. Hyandai said in his head. I must return to my own mind now, loathe as I am to do so. Harlen looked down, and there was fresh blood dripping from his nose. Another lance of pain shot through him. You must make eye contact with her. She said, urgently. Harlen grabbed Hyandais head and forced her to look at him. Look at me, darling Hyandai. He said. She did, and Harlen felt a huge part of himself falling into those empty, golden eyes, trying to fill them. For a brief moment, he saw himself, stained with blood from his mouth and nose. He was seeing through her eyes! Then his view snapped back to his own eyes. Hyandai closed her lids for a moment, and there was one final great spasm of pain through his skull. Blood spewed from his nose making him cough, then the pain left. He felt a bit unsteady and sat on the table. Hyandais eyes opened again, and she screamed. It was the banshee wail of one who wants to die. Harlen fought through the descending haze and reached to her. When her eyes focused on him, she clung to him, cutting his arms slightly with her fingernails as she clutched her way up him to curl up on his lap and between his arms. Her face was twisted with torment as she wailed into his chest, and her body heaved great sobs as the tears flowed from her eyes. He continued stroking her hair, and murmuring to her that things would be okay now, that they were safe now. Her condition belied the very concept of safe, and her mind was anything but okay. Her mind spun with the images and sensations that the small portion of her had absorbed. She was being spared the worst of it but it still shattered her. Her insides were ravaged, and her body abused. Her stomach churned with the seed of the orc, spewed down her throat in great ribbons and filling her womb in a massive explosion. Her mind rebelled against all this, it could not happen in a decent world, she told herself. Harlen started singing as he began to rock her in his arms. His voice was not precisely on key, and the rhythm was a bit off, but she recognized the song. Avaenelle, cormin sakkatuva perya. - Avaenelle, eleeramin eleuva ilmea. - Avaenelle, gorgaramin keluva ilyamenie. - Avaenelle, niireamin quantuva dome. He rocked her in time with his singing of the classic song. It was an old love song, and she had enjoyed hearing it as a child. Her sobs lessened as she listened to him singing it, realizing that he was no elf, and he was singing an elven song, and singing it reasonably well. She sniffed again and asked. Where did you learn that song, Harlen? Her eyes were large with wonder, if reddened by tears. He finished out the verse and said. My grand mother used to sing it to me as a child when I would get hurt. He smiled sweetly. I heard it a lot, as I was a extraordinarily clumsy child. He said. She could not but giggle at that, and graced him with a small, but heartfelt smile. Please sing it for me still. She said, laying her head on his chest as he held her, and stroked her, and sang to her. After a few more verses he stopped and asked. What does it mean in my language? He said. My grand mother never knew, she had heard an elven minstrel sing it in her youth and memorized it without knowing the meaning. Hyandai looked at him a moment, then sat up a little. She tilted her head back slightly and started to sing the words. Without you, my heart would tear asunder - Without you, my eyes would see no light - Without you, my fears would always linger - Without you, my tears would fill the night As she sang, her voice filled the chamber as if it were made to carry her notes. Her voice was perfect in pitch and timber, it belied the worn and used look she wore, and the horrid smell coming off of her from the orcs juices. The tears that fell from her eyes were fewer now, and seemed purer. She sang the verse again, then stopped. It is actually a song of your people, from many, many years ago. She said. We elves liked it and translated it, but it belongs in your tongue. Harlen shrugged. My people have forgotten it, so I would say it is yours now. He looked at her intently. Think you that you can you walk, mlady? She nodded. I can walk for a little ways, but I am hurt deeply, Harlen. He gathered up their weapons, but instead of his hatchet, he picked up a finely wrought broadsword, of the sort used by soldiers, and thrown negligently in a corner of the cave. Hyandai waited, standing by the table, and clutching the blanket around her. Her face was haunted looking and sad. I know of another cave, near to here, that no orc has ever found. He said, picking up his items that had spilled from his pack while he had searched it. We should not tarry longer here, others may come. Hyandai nodded, and took possession of her bow and quiver by extending one hand out of the cocoon of a blanket she wore. They crept from the cave and stole down the hills toward the woods a ways, then he started north. Her stomach cramped painfully, and blood was coating her thighs. It needs be close, Harlen, I cannot go much farther. She said, taking his offered arm to support her. He nodded and pointed to their right. It is near. Come, Rapier, we will get to safety soon. They went up what looked like a blind ravine and climbed some shallow skree. She almost could not make it, but finally they slipped into a narrow cleft between two stones. It went about five feet, narrow and confining, with barely enough room to move, then it turned sharply and disgorged them into a small cave. Harlen slipped the light stone out of his pocket and held it up. The cave was only perhaps ten paces deep and five wide. Everything we need, Hyandai. For a while at least. Unlike the filthy cave of the orcs, this cave was meticulously clean. The end of the chamber had a tiny rivulet running through it, it disgorged into a little pond, only about three feet across, then ran off into the stone wall. I carved out the pond, for bathing. He said. You are certain it is safe? Hyandai asked, leaning back against the rough wall, and sliding down it a bit. Very. Harlen said. The other man who knew of it was a huntsman friend of mine, and he is dead. She said. Im sorry for your loss. And slipped farther down the wall. Harlen still was speaking over his shoulder. Dont be, It was my hand that ended his life. He turned at last and gasped when he saw her condition. He rushed to her side. Hyandai. He said. Her hands closed on his arm. You said bath? She muttered. Put me in it a while. He picked her up gently and carried her to the bath. The rancid smell of the orc spend in her hair made him noxious. It was now turning black as it dried in her hair, and on her smooth cheeks. He sat her on the edge of the pool and took the blanket from her shoulders. She slipped into the water, settling into the little pool up to her neck. Please, speak to me, keep me company. I feel very faint. She said. Looking at him with her golden eyes very tired and world worn. He sat beside the pool and thought a moment. I dont know quite what to talk about. Harlen admitted. He held out a small piece of lye soap to her. She sniffed it dubiously. Yeek. It will burn my flesh off my bones. She said. Then added. I suppose this situation calls for nothing less, though. She started washing herself with the soap, wincing as she went over a bruise or open sore. She seemed less worn already, the water was supporting her weight, and she could relax more. How did you jump into my mind? Harlen asked her, trying to think of something to say. She rinsed one of her arms off, and looked at him, her eyes were looking more animated. I wanted to be in your head more than my own right then. She smiled. It is something that elves can do, at least some among us can do it. Harlen looked at her a moment. You could read my mind? He asked, slightly alarmed. She giggled at that, and the music in her laugh was beginning to return. No, Harlen, only what you actively thought at a given moment. She answered. And, I would say, you were a perfect gentleman. He looked down. I was only worried for you. His eyes were brimming with tears. You didnt deserve that. He looked down into the water, and saw his own face. Gads! Im a terrible fright. He exclaimed, rubbing his hand on the clotted and dried blood on his face and neck. Hyandai nodded to him. We both are, I think, Harlen. She smiled sweetly. Were there room in this bath, I would ask you in. She said, then murmured. And were I foresighted, I would have done the same this morning. Harlen blinked. What do you mean? He asked. Nothing, sorry. She said. Just a stray thought about what could have been. She was looking much better now. She asked Harlen. May I ask you for help with my hair? She said, handing him the block of lye soap. She turned her back to him and leaned back into the water, half her hair just above the surface, the other half submerged. He splashed water onto it and then rubbed the soap into the locks, he scrubbed her head, being careful not to get the caustic lye near her eyes. Then he used a small cup to ladle water into her hair until he had all the soap out. Her hair was incredibly soft and fine, and he longed to keep touching it. However, she was obviously uncomfortable in this pose and he finished as quickly as he could. The water was cloudy with the lye and bits of soap, but the constant inflow of fresh water was slowly clearing it. After about fifteen minutes she said. I believe I am as clean as I can get right now, Harlen. She looked up to him. Will you help me out now, please? She said, holding up her hands to him and standing. She was visible from the waist up, her perfect breasts marred by small wounds that still bled a little. A long claw-mark drew a red welt down her stomach. He closed his eyes and lifted her out, turned to the right and let her down. She gasped at his strength to lift her free like that. You are very strong, Harlen. She said. She looked about. Have you something clean I can wear, or at least not orc-stained? She asked. He turned from her and opened his eyes. He then went over to a small chest and opened it. Out of it he produced a long shirt. The best I have. He said, holding it over his shoulder. He heard her wet footsteps behind him, and felt the shirt taken from his fingers. Have you any rags or small pieces of cloth? She said very timidly. I need something to keep me from bleeding. He pulled out another blanket, and used his little skinning knife to cut a small square from it. He handed this back to her also. She finally said. You can turn around now, Harlen, I am decent. He turned. She was standing in his massively oversized shirt. His heart swelled at the image it presented to him, of some possible domestic scene. The tunic hanged almost to her shapely knees. He took a length of rope and cut it and said A belt. She took it and knotted it about her slim waist. She finally looked about the chamber. Very homey. She said. The room had a small cot, some shelves, covered with small items, and two chests. There was also a small breadbox on the shelf, and a large wooden frame against the wall. Several clay pots lay just inside the entrance. And, of course, the rivulet of spring water and the pool. Harlen nodded. More like homely. He chuckled. But its somewhat clean and reasonably safe, anyway. He looked about. Please lie down, Hyandai. I know you are careworn. He said, pointing to the bed. He left off that he could go bath out of sight if she did, the pool was somewhat in an alcove from where the bed lay. She laid down. I probably should try to rest. He said, and laid on the blanket. It smelled of Harlen, and that was agreeable enough to her. She lifted the covers from under herself and nestled into them. I do not recall any finer bed, Harlen. She said. Harlen smiled at her and went over to the pool. He hugged the inner wall, out of sight and stripped off his clothes. Then he climbed down into the water. He was remarkably sore. He supposed that Hyandai had not been able to heal every minor hurt he had suffered in the pummeling from the huge orc. The caked blood was washed from his face and neck. Then he washed out the rawhide jerkin he had worn. Harlen, do you have any food here? She asked from around the corner. Not that I can eat right now, but for later? Yes. He said. Ive some provisions in the breadbox. He washed his hair in a series of dunks and then went ahead and scrubbed his body. Finally he got out and put his trousers back on, they stuck to his body, as he had not dried off. He clasped the belt and walked to the second chest, where he had gotten the shirt and blanket. He opened it and retrieved another shirt, this one a blue shirt of rough weave. She watched him move about, and enjoyed seeing him shirtless, with his corded muscles and well-formed shoulders. When he turned his back to her and looked in the chest. She gasped. His back was a web of scars. Harlen had been flogged in his past. The long scars were red and angry-looking. They made his back look as if it were somehow aflame. He put the shirt on and turned back around. I am so sorry, Hyandai, He said finally, that I couldnt get myself unbound sooner. Hyandai smiled at him. I know it, remember, I was in your head, also. She snuggled into the blankets more. I am happy enough to be alive right now. She said quietly, looking at the natural stones of the ceiling. Harlen nodded. Yes, that is better than I would have thought as that brute put me down. He sat on the floor, and took the blanket from his pack and washed it, cleaning out the orc spend and blood that had gotten onto it. Hyandai could see him as he washed, in profile. His face wore the look of disgust. She wondered briefly if he felt the same way about her now, used and orc-spent. Harlen finished with that task and took the blanket and shirt and hung them on hooks set into the rough wall. When he turned, he saw tears falling from her beautiful eyes and down her flawless cheeks. Hyandai? He said coming over to her. No, Harlen. She said. Let me be, for a moment only. She said, curling onto her side and facing toward the wall. I need to think. She murmured. He stepped back as if stung. I understand. He said, though he did not really. He went over to one of the chests and sat upon it. He opened the companion chest and took out a piece of doeskin. He unfolded his rolled up kit and took out needle and thread. Using only a small knife and that thread and needle, he started to sew. She wept for longer than a moment, she wept for a greater part of two hours. Harlen patiently sewed on the leather, occasionally staring at Hyandeis back for a few moments then sewing some more. He took out more thread at need, and more of the supple leather. Harlen noticed the weeping had ceased and that she seemed to be asleep, he heard nothing from her, and her shoulder rose and fell rhythmically. He continued to sew well into the night outside. Simply watching over her and minding his handiwork. At what he thought to be about midnight, she stirred. Harlen? She asked as she rolled over to face him. I am here, mlady. He said, putting down his project and standing. She smiled at him. I hate to ask it of you, but I need another clean cloth. She said. He went and cut one from the blanket he had sliced before. He stopped, and cut another. The second one he took to the water and soaked it, then wrung it out. He handed both to Hyandai, then turned about, and walked to the far side of the cave. A few moments later she said. Thank you, I am presentable again. She held out a folded rag that was very soaked with blood, but not quite through and through. He took it and went to the pool. He rinsed it clean then set it aside to dry. She was really enthralled with his thoroughness. Harlen, you are one of the most detail minding men I have ever met. She said. Harlen looked over at her. What do you mean? He asked. He stood and walked to the cot, and slid one of the chests beside it. He sat upon the chest and faced her. You finish all your projects before you move on. It is very nice to watch, you always do what needs doing next. She flashed her golden orbs at him. Harlen shrugged. My grand mother again, I think. He explained. She always made me to finish anything I started, regardless of how badly I wanted to stop. The huntsman chuckled. I suppose it helped me to choose my projects more wisely. She giggled at that, her eyes flickering with life again. Harlen decided to try to make her laugh as often as he could, as it was lightening to his heart to hear her laughing. Are you hungry? He asked. Hyandai clutched her stomach. A little. She said. But I do not think I can keep food down until my stomach has gotten rid of the bile it has within. Her mind flashed to the huge orc filling her gullet and she almost retched again. A while longer, I think. Harlen nodded without comment. Hyandai sat up part way, lifting herself up and propping her back against the wall. Do you not need sleep, Harlen? She asked. It must be late. I was thinking of lying down, yes. He said. She scooted over on the cot. Then lie, Harlen. She said, patting the bed beside her. Do not worry, I have been rendered incapable of ravishing you. She grinned sourly. He wore the look of someone about to try to talk his way out of something. No, Harlen, you will take this spot, please. She said. After what I have been through today. I seek your comfort. Her eyes grew very imploring. Do not make me beg. Her voice was very quiet now. For I will. Harlen shook his head. No, mlady, do not. I will comfort you, if that is what you would have me do. He smiled and sat beside her. I dont consider this to be a particularly odious task, you know. He laid down, and she slid back into the covers. She turned to her side to face him, and he to face her. I forgot the stone. He said. He slipped from beneath the covers and went to the light stone. Sliding it back into its pouch, he returned to the bed. As he laid down, Hyandai snuggled up to him. He slipped an arm under her head and she caressed it with one hand. Her other hand lay on his stomach. He held her that way for many minutes before he heard her breathing turn even and shallow. He then let himself drift off to sleep. He awoke slowly, with Hyandai once again in his arms and pressed to her back. She awoke with him as she felt him move. Good morrow. She said, pushing back into him a bit. Thank your for your arms in the dark. Harlan said. Thank you for your company. He said, liking the feel of her against him. The cinnamon odor was gone from her. He was a little saddened by this. I hope you find more of that perfume. He said. It was wonderful. She turned, though he could not see it. Perfume? She asked. I wore no scents, I have not for days. She said. It is not our way to go into the wilds scented to attract animals. Harlen sat silent for a moment. Then that sweet scent was yours? He said, smiling. He felt her nod in the dark. Yes. I suppose it was, if you smelled one. She said, almost giggling. Well, then, I am blessed. He said and reached his free arm for the light stone. Her small hand caught his arm. No, a while longer, please. She said, and pulled his arm back over her. He held her for a bit, and felt her snuggle into him again. He pressed forward slightly and she held her position. They were very close now, and He could smell the lye in her hair faintly. Her hand petted his arm, tickling the hairs. Elven men have no hair on their arms. She said. Or else but their heads. She added, almost setting herself to giggling again. No? Harlen asked. She did giggle now. Not a single strand. She said. Nor do we women, of course. He lifted his arm and stroked her arm, and there was not touch of hairs, fine or otherwise. She leaned back, placing her mouth to his ear and whispered. Anywhere. His eyes opened widely at that word. Um. Interesting. He said, with a little quaver in his voice. She smiled to herself as he reacted to her words, and felt his manhood stir. It was just pressed to her rear, but it felt good, nonetheless, to know she could arouse him so with just a few words. I thought you just, well, shaved, as a man does his beard. She shook her head. No, I have never had any. She said. I hear it is different with humans, many of you are quite furry, from what I have been told. Some more than others, but yes. He agreed. He was fully aroused now and she enjoyed the feeling of his erection against her rump. She may have been violated just yesterday, she thought, but that does not make him or his presence feel unwelcome. She dearly wished that she had given in to her impulses that first morning, and let him take her. At least the orc would not have been the first into her body, then. The muscular arm under her head felt good, also, and she turned a little and kissed it gently. It twitched with the contact. Harlen felt the kiss as a hot spark running up his arm and shooting to his brain, then down to his loins. He hoped she did not feel his manhood twitch in sympathy. She gave a tiny smile in the dark as she quite certainly did feel it. Finally, though he said I must rise. Hyandai almost choked trying to hold back the giggles that came to her. I understand, Harlen. She said, lifting her head to let him slip his arm out. You will understand if I do not get up just yet. The hunter took his light stone from the pouch and the chamber filled with light. Harlen sat up and nodded. I do, and was going to suggest you rest today, mlady. He said. Actually relieved to have his organ away from her rear. He had almost spent himself from her little movements alone and her rather provocative words. She turned over and watched him stretching. His organ stood out from his body as he leaned back and she heard his back give out a few small snaps. She admired him overall, and laid down before his stretch ended. He walked over to the breadbox and extracted a small loaf of bread. Are you hungry now? He asked. Please, yes. She said, suddenly realizing she was famished. Harlen came back over, his erection now gone and handed her the small loaf. I have butter and cheese, also. She took the little loaf in her hands. Cheese would be nice. She answered. As he brought her the cloth-wrapped small wheel of cheese she giggled. My first breaking of fast abed. She said, using her fingers to spread the softish cheese onto the bread. Mind the crumbs, then. Harlen said smiling. She devoured the bread in a most unelvish fashion, he thought, but then again, she was probably very hungry. He fetched another loaf, and spread his own with cheese as well. Holding it in his mouth he wrapped the cheese wheel, and took it back to the little breadbox. The food there would not last two people for long, but hopefully, it would suffice long enough. Hyandai was not fit to travel yet, and probably would need another day before being able to walk the distance to Morrovale. He ate his bread slowly, watching her fidget with her hands. My hands are idle, Harlen. She said. Have you things here with which I may keep them busy? I may. He said. He went to the second chest, the one he had not opened yet. From within he extracted a very small wooden frame. I usually use this for tanning small hides. He said. He handed her a square of the blanket he had been cutting up. Then his little leather roll. You will find thread and such within. He looked at her. Do you know needlepoint? He asked. She nodded. As a girl I did. She looked at the items. Thank you. She began to fiddle with the items and managed to stitch the cloth tight onto the little frame, then began to use different bits of thread and lay out a pattern. Harlen went over to the other chest and picked up where he had left off on the sewing. He would occasionally pilfer some thread from her and then return. More doeskin went into the project and even some cloth salvaged from the already dwindling blanket. She tried to see what he was making, but could not, due to the angle, and the fact that he kept it folded except where he was currently stitching. Somehow, she felt asking would be inappropriate. The day passed with much silence. The two of them simply performing their individual crafts. At the evening meal time, he stood, and said. Done. She blinked from her project. Done? She said. And what have you done, Harlen? She smiled, finally sensing she could ask about his little project. He took up his bundle of soft doeskin and walked to the bed. She set her needlepoint aside and he sat beside her. He unfolded a piece and laid it over her chest. It was an almost exact copy of the half-top she had been wearing, made mostly of doeskin, with some lining of cloth. He laid the other piece over her hips and, again, it copied her old clothing, almost precisely. She looked with astonishment at it. Thats amazing, Harlen. She said. Picking up the skirt. So soft. She stroked the doeskin. I believe its softer than my old garments. Hyandai started to sit up. Harlen placed a hand upon her chest, gently. Not yet, tomorrow. He said. Give yourself a day to mend. She nodded as a cramp clutched her pelvis, and laid back down. He took up the clothes and folded them onto the already crowded shelves. He walked over to her doeskin boots that lay by the little pool. They were reasonably clean, and he sat them beside the folded clothes on the shelf. Next, he began to clear that shelf of his detritus, storing it on other shelves, or putting it in one or the other of the chests. He placed the now dry and folded blanket onto the shelf, along with half a dozen of the small squares of cloth she had been using for her injury. She realized, this was her shelf now. The thought pleased her inordinately, and she smiled at him as he went about his project. She knew now what that odd feeling had been in her chest this last day or so. It was her heart turning. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Turning from his task, Harlen saw that tear. You are pained? He asked, his face flush with concern. She smiled widely. No. She said, then held her arms up to him. He leaned down and she embraced him with all her might. I am very well now. She said into his neck. The look of confusion on Harlens face would have made her laugh had she seen it, but he soon started smiling as well, and he enjoyed the embrace of this lovely woman. I am glad youre feeling better. He said, and put his arms around her, lifting her a little from the bed. She felt so small in his arms, yet she was strong inside, he thought. He liked the feel of her hair on his cheek, and when he sighed then inhaled. He thought that he smelled a faint scent of cinnamon. After a long moment, he pulled away and went to his little larder. From it he brought out another two loaves of bread and a jar of butter and some dried apples. He brought them to her and they ate on the blanket, giggling and laughing every time a crumb dropped. On into the night they sat, and spoke of things, mostly of life in their respective home villages. He marveled at her tales of the wonders of an elven community, and she wondered at the tales of the marvels of human lands. From what she heard, in the fifty or so years that the elves of Windir stopped visiting the humans of the Western Realms, they had done much, and been busy. They had made, from his tales, amazing items of non-magical nature that were a wonder to behold. She hoped to perhaps see some of these things in her days. For his part, his eyes sparkled at the tales of magical doing and things from her home. They spoke long into the night, making each other laugh, gasp, and stare, wide-eyed. After what surely was middle night, Harlen rose from the bed, and they spent a few moments getting the crumbs out of it. He then stood up and went to the clothing chest, as she called it. He took of his shirt and folded it, and she watched him. She ran her golden eyes over his muscled body and arms, then he turned again and walked to the bed. You dont mind me shirtless, do you? He asked. She stammered a moment. Need you see my face and still ask that? She said, smiling up at him. Your chest and arms are quite lovely to behold, Harlen. She said. He blushed charmingly at the compliment. I thank you then. I hate wearing shirts to bed. He said. Hyandai giggled at him, and he looked at her quizzically. Sorry, just, well, it is more normal for us elves to sleep unclad. She said, now blushing herself. His eyes widened at that. Then he got a mischievous grin upon his face. Do not let ME come between you and your time-honored traditions. He said self-righteously. Then smiling brightly at her laughter. Im afraid, however, that I would not sleep well, at all. If I were not infirm, Harlen, I might just do that. She said, scooting over to make room for him. Now into the bed, my pillow. He laid beside her, and he turned to face her. She lifted her head and he slid is arm beneath it. She laid back down and pressed her hand to his chest near that shoulder. She liked the warm feeling of his skin and the surprising softness of it. Her other hand rested under his head, and he nuzzled it, pricking her with the stubble of his cheek. You need to shave, my pillow, you are becoming prickly. She said, rubbing his cheek. He kissed her palm then said. I will upon the morn, mlady. I cannot abide prickly pillows myself. She let the tingle from his kiss die down before saying. Well, I doubt you will come across much prickly on me. She said, smiling. Harlen smiled widely and said. Of that I feel pretty safe. He reached up and picked up the glowing stone, she held the little bag for him and he dropped it in. She then cinched the bag up and place it on her shelf. Both her hands went back to their places on him and his free hand rested on her hip. He squeezed gently on her there, and she liked that, almost too much as she nearly let out a moan. Just as he was nearly dozing, and she could hear his breath become regular and deep, she leaned forward a bit and kissed him. She grinned in the dark as his eyes popped open. He could not see her, but she, being elven born, could see him perfectly in the dark. He looked into the darkness for a moment, imagining that he could still see her golden eyes even in the inky blackness of the cave, but knew he could not. You thief. He said quietly, smiling. She kissed his arm. Thief, you say? She whispered. He nodded into the darkness, and said. Yes, you stole a kiss. She giggled gently and quietly and then was silent. They both fell asleep soon after, and dreamed. --- The next morning found Hyandai awake before Harlen again. She laid there a moment, enjoying herself being held. She smiled to herself, thinking that she would not mind waking this way many, many more times. His strong arms were wrapped around her from beneath and above, and she was pulled tight to him. She knew that they had not been thus all night, but were certainly in this very position for much of it. Her hand stroked the forearm nearest her face, and she watched the tiny hairs bounce back after her fingers passage. Harlen moved slightly with the touch and was suddenly cupping her left breast. Her golden eyes grew large at the jolt this delivered to her body. He simply held it and did not squeeze, yet it was causing her breath to come up short. Soon, however, she had become used to the touch and rather enjoyed the feeling of his strong fingers. The nipple on that breast was stiffening under the contact, and the nipple of its partner was stiffening in sympathy. She moved slightly to cause some movement of her breast under that hand, and the hand reacted by grasping gently, this actually did cause her to moan very softly, her eyes squeezed shut. The buttons on the front of the shirt were large and widely spaced. In a fit of uncharacteristic naughtiness, she unbuttoned the top one and pushed the shirt down from under the hand. The cloth slowly slid between her breast and his rough hand. After a moment she had the soft flesh of her chest completely uncovered and her nipple was pressed into his worn palm. Again she moved it slightly, and he responded again by squeezing. She had to gulp to prevent herself from moaning loudly at the feelings the pressure excited in her. Deciding that the game had gone on long enough, she gently pulled the cloth back up, and covered her breast again. She longed for when she could let him touch them openly, or when he would want to. She was far from certain that he fully wanted her, his reactions to her were somewhat confusing from time to time, but she did have the general idea that he was favorable. She was still afraid to try, though, his rejection would shatter her, especially now. She stroked his arm a bit more and pressed gently back into him. He pulled on her, forcing her tighter against him and she actually had to put effort into breathing for a few moments before his arms relaxed a little. Perhaps half an hour passed of her just lying there, and being held. Then she heard Harlens breathing change pattern as he regained consciousness. As he made the transition, she gently moved his hand from her breast, not wanting him to be alarmed that he might have taken privileges again. Then he was awake. Good morrow. He said into her ear, very gently, in a whisper. She squirmed a bit pushing into him. And to you, pillow. Hyandai said. Harlen chuckled at that, and loosened his arms. He brought the upper arm back and scratched his neck, yawning. That was a wonderful sleep. He said. Ive not slept that well for many long days. She felt him fumbling with the leather pouch and suddenly light filled the small cave. She moved away from him a little and rolled over to face him. Youre so beautiful in the morning, even, Hyandai. He said, giving her a sleepy smile. I actually cannot believe my fortune to see that face as my first sight of a morning. Hyandai blushed at this very touching compliment. She had heard elven lords deliver clumsier and cruder lines. Thank you, my pillow. She said, nodding gently, and closing her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them she locked them onto his. Waking with your arms about me is my fortune. I wish I could express how secure and warm it makes me feel. The elven way is to give a compliment for one given to you, and she liked the rule. Rolling out of the bed, Harlen stood and turned again. Bread and cheese? He asked. She shook her head, sitting up. No. I want my new clothes to break fast, after I bathe. You wish to bathe this morn? Said Harlen. Then I will go outside to check a trap or two of mine, perhaps we will eat meat today. She smiled at his exuberance. Then nodded. Very well, Quesset. She said. It means pillow. And be very careful. She added when he tilted his head and raised one eyebrow. Harlen put on a shirt and boots and grabbed his bow and sword, and slipped out of the cave. For the first time in days, Hyandai was alone. She was not at all sure she liked the feeling, and suddenly moved slower and did no longer smile. Hurry back, Quesset. She murmured to the empty cave. She rolled out of the bed and walked gingerly to the little pool. Sliding his shirt over her head, she sat on the edge, then slipped in. She had stopped bleeding yesterday, and she wanted to make sure any clots were gone now. She bathed for a long while, just soaking and enjoying the feeling of buoyancy. She still longed for the company of the man who had saved her life, twice now. She finally tired of the bath, and did not scrub her skin, if Harlen liked the cinnamon scent she gave off, she would wear it for him. Besides, the lye soap burned, and she did not want to use it more than she had to. She lifted herself out of the pool and dried with the blanket. Her head turned to look at the folded leather on the shelf. The doeskin clothes. She rose and walked to them. He had said she could wear them today, so she put them on. They fitted almost perfectly, though he had overestimated her breast size a little, it was not enough that pulling the drawstrings between her breasts a little snugger would not repair. She wished she had a mirror, so that she could appraise herself. She looked over Harlens goods on the shelves, and saw a rather shiny helmet among the items. She took it down and sat it on the bed, then stepped back to regard her reflection. Distorted as it was, she thought she looked quite presentable. She plaited her hair into two tails to the back of her head and bound them with some rawhide strips she found on another shelf. Almost presentable She said to herself. Then heard sounds of movement near the entrance. She snatched up her rapier and looked toward the doorway. Harlens head peeked in. Decent? He asked with his eyes squeezed shut. Yes, Harlen. She said, giggling. I am clad. She quickly put down the rapier and stood back up, sliding her hands over the front of the skirt, smoothing it. He opened his eyes and looked toward her. They went wide with surprise, as did his mouth, in a smile. You are beautiful. He said. Then he stepped in with two rabbits, already gutted and skinned. And these will be tasty. She grinned as his non-sequitur, and walked toward him. Thank you for these. She said, looking down at herself. They are very finely made, and I am honored to wear them. He looked her up and down, then did it again. Then he looked into her golden eyes. You made my white shirt look good, so these were bound to look great. She smiled at his return compliment, and took the rabbits from him. I can move about today, I think, so long as I do not do anything strenuous. She explained. So, I will earn my keep today. She walked toward the small fire-pit near the entrance. The fire must be kept small, and use only the dry wood. He said. Else the smoke will fill the chamber or the smoke will be seen outside. Hyandai nodded. I understand. She said, and bent over to stack some of the wood. Harlen did a rapid turn to face away from the view he had just been blessed with. When she stood, she looked back and realized her error. Oh, by the spirits. I am sorry, Harlen. She said. I did not mean to offend. He chuckled. Offend isnt the word I would choose, mlady. He said. Shock, perhaps, or maybe stun, or even possibly amaze. She giggled. I shall fix it at once. She said. May I borrow your sharp knife? He held the requested implement out to her and she cut a cloth from the ever-dwindling blanket. He turned about while she placed it, folding the ends over the front and back of her skirt and the middle running between her legs. There. She said. I am now presentable again. She was blushing profusely. I cannot believe I did that. Harlen smiled to her. I can honestly say I cant believe it either. He said. But now, Ill have fodder for dreams for years. Her blush deepened to near crimson. It cannot have been that special, Harlen. She said, avoiding his eyes. He looked at her, enjoying her minor discomfiture. While the view may not have been that special in and of itself, the setting it was in made it all the more. He said, wondering if he had said that the way he wanted to. She grinned. You flatter me. She said. But now, I wish to cook. She went to the small pile of wood and got it lit. Checking behind her every so often and only catching Harlen staring at her backside about half the time. She had to admit she enjoyed the attention. Harlen could not believe what he had just seen, and was still trying to calm down his pounding heart. Hyandai was exquisite beyond any other woman he had ever seen, and to have seen her thus had made him hard enough to have driven nails with his organ. He spent several minutes trying to get his body under control, but kept looking back at her half-exposed rump. She even saw him a couple of times, which made him even more skittish, as she seemed to not mind him looking. The smell of cooking rabbit meat soon started filling the little cave, and Harlens mouth started to water a second time. She rose from her rather exposing position with a half a rabbit impaled on his small skinning knife. This portion is done. She announced.

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Nineteen Harlen could scarcely remember being so tired. The horses, even as powerful and hardy as they were, now dragged their feet along the mossy soil of the wood. The sun had risen several hours before, as they forded the river separating Windir from the duchy. Without the enhancing magics that the cavalrymen had been using, the trip was very long, indeed. Several times, Harlen had watched Ceriandel nearly slump forward in his saddle, only to snap his eyes open and sit back upright. We must rest a short while. Harlen finally said as Ceriandel once again levered himself upright in the saddle. It will serve no purpose for us to make a grave mistake due to exhaustion. The elf nodded agreement, and brought his horse to a stop near a thick patch of shrub. The stunted trees were easily high enough to hide within, and mercifully hollow inside their leafy shroud. The pair guided their horses into the canopy and then laid upon the saddle blankets. With only a very few words exchanged between the two men, they cast themselves into sleep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hyandai watched the companies of Isolationists march out of the wood and take up positions across the valley from Embalis. The guards upon the wall watched, too, nervously. It was a sizable force, already larger than their own, and the scouts said that more were on the way before they retreated, themselves, behind the villages defenses. The last of the moving forces would be here by tomorrow night. Embalis was besieged. Truth be told she was not at all sure she could do this. Lead an army into battle and order people to their deaths. Her hands shook and her stomach turned over painfully as she clutched the railing of the catwalk. The sun was low in the sky, and still no help came. None had been promised. The Ghantian offensive was sapping all the forces that the small nation could spare and this little skirmish along their northern frontier would have to wait. They shall send reinforcements. She said in a low, almost male voice. About six months after we are all dead. Her personal aide, Ealina, looked at her. Lady Hyandai? She asked. Sorry, I was simply thinking out loud. Hyandai said, turning to the lovely elven girl. She was several years younger than Hyandai, and not even close to being of age. The girl blinked down at the massing army. Lady, do you foresee defeat? Or victory? Ealina asked, her silver eyes wide and worried. Hyandai gave out a long sigh. I foresee death for many. She said. But I cannot foretell of who will emerge victorious. Ealina smiled gently. We will be victorious. She said, with a small amount of self-assuredness. We are on the side of right. I wish I were so certain that correctness granted victory. Hyandai said quietly. But it does not seem to be so. She turned and walked back into the small room she had turned into her command post. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ceriandel awoke first, the sound of nearby footsteps rousing him from his fitful slumber. He peered out of their concealment to see one of the scouts of the village, injured but still afoot. He was moving away from Embalis, though. The young scouts eyes were haunted, like those of a panicked animal. It grieved Ceriandel to see a fellow elf, or any intelligent being look thus. He hailed the elf, holding out a peaceful hand. Scout of Embalis. He said. Come and rest, we are friends. The scout started at the sound of his voice and spun about, flashing out his hyandai. Who is there? The scout demanded. The look of panic was now a flashing hostility, worry, yes, but more determination and anger. Ceriandel was glad to see it. I am Ceriandel of clan Yavanhaur. He said. And we are allied, lest you be serving the traitors. Harlen had awoken to the speech, unused as he was to elven words that they demanded attention. I serve no traitors. The elf said. I am Mathalas. I was sent forth to scout this way, but when I tried to return, I found my way filled with foes. Ceriandel nodded. Come, rest and be comforted. he said. The elf nodded, deciding he had little to lose at this point. He sheathed his weapon and slid through the branches of the shrubby tree and started at the sight of Harlen, standing and stretching in the dimness. A human? Mathalas asked. I had heard they sent him away. Ceriandel chuckled. They did. He confirmed. I am bringing him back. Harlen said. Well met Mathalas. He had overheard them outside and gleaned the scouts name. The elf executed one of the quick head-bows, then stood again, a wicked grin crossing his rather roguish face. The leadership will be sorely put off that you have brought this man back. Mathalas said to Ceriandel. They will have to cope. Said Ceriandel. He is the Warleaders betrothed, and from what I know, the Warleader out ranks the Lord and Lady of a town during time of conflict. The scout nodded. A technicality that may save your title. He said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. But they have other ways of making one regret crossing them. They can do their worst. The blade dancer said. I welcome it, so long as my sister is happy and we have victory through her leadership. Harlen held out a large loaf of bread to the two elves, and a jar of plum preserves. The scout ate heartily, being quite famished after several days in the wood. Ceriandel more picked at his portion, thinking hard between bites. That worries me most of all. Harlen said, watching Ceriandel eat. Hyandai always had a, well, a healthy appetite. Yet you say she cannot even keep food down now. Ceriandel laughed at that. Diplomatically put, Harlen. He said. Hyandai eats like a wolf who has starved two weeks. He continued smiling long after his laughter died off. And, yes, for one such as her, being unable to eat is a sore trial, I deem. The scout was leaning with his back to the trunk. Hyandai is a good Warleader. He said. I met her twice. She knows her mind and heeds not foolish counsel. Harlen nodded, as did Ceriandel. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hyandai emerged from the privy, her face flush. Her anger at herself over her lack of fortitude was the main cause, but some of it was her discomfort. She could not keep food down and it annoyed her. Rinsing her mouth with water, she spit over the railing, belatedly checking downward for possible victims of an aquatic bombardment. Two of the captains patiently awaited her. They had seen her for days now, growing more frail and losing weight. Lady Hyandai, a heal . . .. He started to say. No! She hissed at him, interrupting the captain and forcing him to take a half-step backward. No healers. I told you, they have more important matters to tend to. There is a war going on, and they don not have time for some girl who cannot keep her sliced apples down. She turned toward the model of the village and looked down at it. You say there are more, even, than we thought? She asked. He nodded. At least two hundreds. He said. It was sheer luck that one of our scouts happened upon the camp, it was well hidden in a remote vale. He pointed at a map, lacquered to a wooden panel on the wall. They were encamped here, and would be marching even now, if they wish to be here by tomorrow night. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ceriandel tended to the wounds of the scout dutifully, if not enthusiastically. The elven healing breath was rather personal contact, and most often administered across sexual lines, however, there were no females present, and the chore was a necessary one. The three got up and mounted the much refreshed horses. The scout had fetched several bags of water for the beasts and they seemed almost eager to be off now. Mounted with Harlen alone, and the scout behind Ceriandel, they set off again, angling due south now, so as to come to Embalis from its south side. If they had the north side covered, one would hope that there were not enough of them to place picket all about the town. It was growing dark, and the scout changed to Harlens horse. In part this was to save the strength of Ceriandels beast, and in part to let the scout guide the humans mount in the darkness, where Harlen was nearly blind. The horses were likewise nearly blind, but were trained to trust their riders guidance in darkness. They slowed to a canter, though, and would not allow themselves to be goaded into greater speed. They rode into the night, and only stopped for a short break at the banks of a brook as the sky was lightening in the east. Neither friend nor foe did they meet, nor even many animals. The coming war had left a tension in the wood, that even animals could sense. Even Harlen could feel that something of consequence was passing. We are well south of Embalis now. Ceriandel said, looking about into the growing light. It will take most of the day to move back toward the village and come from its due south. The scout nodded agreement. From what I saw of their movements, they cannot have formed their regiments near the village until, at earliest, yesterday night. Two of their encampments were still breaking down camp as I sighted them. Harlen was relieved to hear that. So they cannot attack before tonight? He asked. Exactly. The scout said. Armies are not fleet of foot, even elven armies. Mathalas said. I do not expect them to tarry long. Said Ceriandel. They are impatient to get this conflict underway. Once they are assembled, they will attack. They let the horses rest a couple of hours while they, themselves took a little sleep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A thousand? Hyandai asked, looking at the captain dubiously. You are certain? He nodded. At least, including the one company that still marches on us. Two and a half to one. She murmured. And their ranks far fuller of trained warriors than ours. She looked at the captain. Perhaps we should consider retreat. He shook his head. Then they would likely catch us without even our hasty defenses. He said. No, we should either surrender or fight here. Surrender. Hyandai said, her face rather morose. No, I do not think we will be surrendering to those treacherous persons. They tried to kill me in my bed, they will not keep their word if it suits them. I believe they have grown blinded by their zeal to further their goals, forsaking all other things. Fanatics are often the worst enemy one can have, they are absolutely convinced of their correctness, and other opinions are moot. The captain said, shaking his head. I understand there are some entire human cultures of that sort. Hyandai nodded. There are. She said. The Black Theocracy and Costa Roja. She looked at a map of Feldare. They are quite different and both quite convinced their way is the only right way. And now, even our own people fall to the appeal of zealotry. The captain said quietly. It proves we are not so superior, does it not? Hyandai smiled. The captain was a Warwolf, like herself, and his viewpoint only reinforced that. The road to their downfall has and is their rather high opinion of themselves. To believe themselves superior to humanity, because of long span of years, or agility, or even innate magical ability. Foolishness. Humanity was just as valid an expression of the will of the Spirits as elfkind. Did not man build great empires? Did man not wield mighty magics? Did they not show great generosity of spirit? Hyandai smiled. Elves and man should be brothers, not competitors. To compete with man, or man to compete with elvenkind was foolishness, they had much to offer one another. I have to admit, Lady Hyandai. The captain said. You are an inspiration to those of us who believe as we do. He meant her betrothal to Harlen, a human. I did not seek out a human mate, Captain Lemlithis. She said. I simply did not discount a great man because his ears were round. She giggled at the reference. Most warwolves believed that this was possibly the greatest physical difference between humans and elves. It was sort of a running joke with them. Lemlithis nodded. Of course, your heart led you to your choice. He agreed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Harlen awoke to Ceriandel shaking his foot with his own foot. Let us be going. The blade dancer said. Else we may be too late. The three rode hard again that day, driving the horses to a froth. The beasts were beginning to weaken overall, though, as horses cannot be driven for several days straight without long-term hurt. They had slowed to little better than a walk by middle afternoon, and even that taxed the horses now. The forest slowly crept by them, and they started to fear that they would not arrive even in the night. At the fall of darkness. They dismounted and started walking the horses, leading them by their bits. It would do them little good to kill the beasts when they may well be needed in the village. They were near now, and Harlen could vaguely make out the smell of smoke. Already they fight? He asked. The scout shook his head. Lady Hyandai had ordered many buildings razed to clear what she termed free fire zones for the archers. He said. The scent you smell is old smoke, from those burnings. Finally, they saw the first lights of the village, high in the trees overhead and at a distance. They all began to move forward cautiously, watching about themselves for enemy or even village elves who might mistake them for enemy soldiers. They did not wish to be attacked by either side at this point. They came to a palisade, with a rude gate set into it, and a dozen militia manning it. The elves grew alert as they came near, rising from their positions and regarding them suspiciously. Who is there? Asked one of the militiamen, seemingly their senior officer. Ceriandel of clan Yavanhaur, Mathalas the scout, and Harlen of Morrovale. Ceriandel said. The sight of the human among the three approaching figures caused a bit of a stir, but also confirmed that it was hardly Isolationists before them. The gate groaned open and they allowed the three to enter. The horses were taken and guided to the stables. Three of the militiamen walked with the three toward the center of the village. Up a long stair they climbed, high into the branches of the mightiest of the ornthalion trees in the village. This was the Turaorn, the master tree, the eldest and most revered ornthalion of the area. The three guards led them into a small chamber. Wait here, someone will come and decide what is to be done with you. Two of the guards stood outside, on the catwalk, and watched the three in the chamber. They knew they could easily overpower the guards, but to what end? So the three simply sat at chairs about a small table in the center of the room. A few minutes later a young female came into the room. I am Ealina, aide to Hyandai. She said, as she entered, but stopped speaking as she regarded the seated figures. Ehladrim Ceriandel? She asked, then turned her eyes to Harlen. And a man of the Westrons? She looked at the scout, whom she knew personally. Mathalas, you will go report to your company, they should be near the northeast palisade. She said. Mathalas gave the pair a last look and said. May fate be with you. He said, and went out the door, giving Ealina a quick nodding bow as he passed her. Ealina looked back at the two militiamen. You may go. She said. These men are in my keeping now. They looked at each other a moment, then nodded and left. Unless I am sorely mistaken. Ealina said. You are Harlen of Morrovale. Lady Hyandais bethrothed. She looked at Ceriandel. And you are Ceriandel, who was recently reported missing, or miscreant. The ladys brother. A small smile crossed her beautiful, angular face. I see the makings of a conspiracy here. She said. One to perhaps comfort our Warleader when her health is failing. Ceriandel smiled. It might just be so. He said. But we should see the lady before the villages rulers hear of our arrival. She turned to him. I could not shirk my duties so easily. She said. But I am a busy woman, I might find myself unavoidably detained for a while after I bring you to the Warleader for disposition. She turned toward the door. Come with me, you are made arrest, keep that in mind. Of course. Ceriandel said, grinning as he slid his chair back. Harlen stood as well and followed them as they all moved about the catwalk then up several ramps to another catwalk. A faint blue glow emanated from the room, she led them in. The two saw a slender figure silhouetted against the glowing blue model of the village. Harlen hardly recognized Hyandai in chain armor and girt with a long warsword as well as her hyandai. Lady Hyandai. Ealina said. The south gate brought me two refugees that claim to have valuable tactical information. I will see them. Hyandai said, her voice sounded tired and distant. Have them brought to me. Ealina smiled at the pair. Warleader, they are here now. Hyandai turned slowly, her face showing more weariness than even her voice. Very well, you ca . . .. She stopped speaking as Harlen and Ceriandel spun into her view. Harlen? She asked, as if doubting that it was really him. A half a heartbeat later she was pressed against him tightly, her chainmail pinching him here and there, but he did not complain. Tears flowed from her eyes like raindrops as she moved her hands again and again for better purchase to cling to him more tightly. Ceriandel and Ealina stepped across the room to regard the map at a discreet distance from the couple. He began asking her questions of the situation while she showed him the relevant map areas with her fingertip. You are not supposed to be here. She said into his chest. They told you to wait for us to contact you. One of you did. He smiled. Ceriandel came and fetched me. He was nuzzling her fine, silken hair and inhaling deeply her cinnamon scent. She giggled. I suppose he told you I was dying? She said, pulling back at last to look up at him. Harlen nodded. Something like that. He confirmed. She cast an attempt at an annoyed look at her brother. He exaggerates. She said. I have been working my mind a bit overmuch these last days, and it is affecting my appetite. Harlen nodded, touching her neck and shoulder. And the emotional outbursts? He inquired. She shrugged. The same thing. She said. I have been reconstructing another persons mind within my own. It is bound to have detrimental effects on me. Hyandai smiled up at him. I foresee some of those emotional difficulties being rather absent now you are with me. She said. They may try to send me away again. Harlen offered. They would not. Hyandai said. They cannot spare an escort, and to send you alone would be tantamount to a death sentence. She took hold of the sides of his head. For good or ill, you are here, now, and will be here for the battle, I fear. She pulled him down to her and kissed him soundly. He did not recall her ever kissing with such strength and urgency. Come to think of it, he didnt remember her ever able to pull him down quite so forcefully either. Tales of your weakened state are apparently exaggerated, as well. Harlen said as he came up for air. Hyandai giggled again. No. She said. That is this armor, it grants me some strength. I have grown frail in the last few days, but then again, Ive not been sleeping much. She took his hand and led him to the model of the village. Ceriandel and Ealina regarded them as they approached. Ealina could see more color in Hyandais face already, so deemed her decision the right one. Ceriandel saw his sister smiling, so arrived at the same conclusion. Harlen was too happy just to be with his beloved, that he hardly could think at all. Ealina, I will be in my chambers for an hour. Hyandai said. Alert me if anything changes. Of course, Lady Hyandai. The aide said, smiling. Hyandai led Harlen across the sloping catwalk to her own room, at least what was serving as her room for now. Upon entering she shut the door. I have missed you greatly. She said, her back pressed to the door. Harlen smiled, turning to face her. And I, you, very much. He said, and walked up to her. He kissed her again and she responded warmly, pressing her mail-clad body against him. Can we manage with the armor on? Hyandai asked If I remove it, I may not be a very active lover. Harlen looked at the chainmail, lifting the hem of its steel ringed skirt. I believe I can work around that, my mailed maiden. He said. Good. She said, tugging at his belt, and pulling him toward the small cot. Then you have been miscreant in your duties to me. If you will note my rather alarmingly ungreen eyes. Harlen nodded as she sat upon the bed and pulled her boots off. She looked rather different in the armor, he decided, less helpless, more the warrior. She scooted up onto the cot and laid back, watching him intently. Harlen kicked off his own boots, then took off his pants. You may wish to leave the shirt on, lest you get pinched. Hyandai said. He nodded agreement. She giggled at his already swelling organ. Even in war, there you are. She said. You are a lust feys dream come true. Lowering his head to her ankle, Harlen began to kiss his way up her long, slender leg. She sighed as he passed her knee, and began up her thigh. Her legs moved apart and she felt the chainmail being slid up against her smooth skin, along with its underlying padded layer. A loud groan escaped her lips as his tongue and lips touched her opening. Her hands gripped the sheets at the intense stimulation and long absence of it. It has been too long. Hyandai said. Fifty-nine years of nothing, and now two weeks is too long. Harlen chuckled as he continued lapping at her clitoris and sliding his tongue into her. She began to wriggle about, causing the mail to clink and squeak oddly. We go to war tonight, very likely, and yet, I only wish to have you inside me. Hyandai said. Harlen nodded and rose up from her middle. It seems logical to me. He said. She smiled as he moved up her body, but missed his kisses on her torso that he would have laid down had her chainmail not been present. She moved her long legs outward to accommodate his large frame and felt his cock pressing against her opening. A tiny sense of dread was quickly overwhelmed by a greater sense of anticipation and desire. Take me roughly. She said. I need to feel everything. Harlen smiled and kissed her lips. Very well. He said. His thick cock opened her entry then he halted for a moment, gathering himself. The next moment, he was fully within her and her breath was releasing in a loud cry of pain and joy. He began feeding into her the two weeks of loneliness and fear and frustration. His organ pistoning into her repeatedly, spreading her entry wide and burying itself to the base in her tight cunt. Soon all the pained sounds left her cries, and were replaced by only pleasure. Her body had not forgotten her lover, it simply desired a object reminder of him. Her face softened as the pleasure built up. I feel like myself for the first time in days. She said, then giggled. Now if only I could eat while you do that. Harlen smiled broadly. I would not complain if you did so. He said. Should I fetch something? Hyandai wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her. I think you better stay. She said, her breathing growing more labored. There is an event scheduled for you to attend. This last came out rather slurred and almost as a single word. A similar feeling was creeping into Harlens loins as she felt his impending climax build. His back and sides burned from the force he was pouring into taking Hyandai this time, and she was responding by accepting every thrust fully, allowing him to batter his way into her small body. She cried out again, this time more loudly, and for a long moment. Her scream held a note for several heartbeats, then died down, moving through the tones of her range until she was silent again. He could feel her opening contract around his shaft, tightening and then loosening. Her own thrusts had ceased as she climaxed. Now they began again, with renewed vigor. Time for your release, beloved. She said. Staring at him with emerald eyes. Her voice had lost all traces of the masculine edge he had noted. This was all Hyandai now. Or perhaps Hyandai plus fey, but there was no more man there. This relieved Harlen quite a lot. The enthusiastic assistance she loaned to the effort paid off quickly, as he grunted and his orgasm gripped him. Plunging into her a last few strokes, he fell over that precipice and his cock twitched with each jet of warm semen he spent into her. She continued grinding her pelvis against his swollen cock for several moments, she was encouraging him to keep feeding every drop of his seed into her. Her hands were moving over his cheeks, chin, and neck. Beloved, I never wish to be apart from you again. She said. It was too painful, and this too pleasurable. Her voice was tired and gaspy. Harlen slid back and his organ slipped from her tight opening, hanging flaccidly from him as he sat back onto his haunches, still between her legs. Never more than necessary. Harlen said. He crawled up beside her and laid at her side. She tried to curl up against him, but the limited mobility offered by the armor prevented a truly satisfying cuddle. She got a rather upset look to her face. I regret, lover, that we will not be allowed to stay in this comfort for long. She said. A few minutes passed, then a few more. And he simply held her curled form. She may have even dozed off for a few minutes, but soon was awake. We need to finish preparations. She said. Her voice once again tinged with some mans tones. This was more than a welcome thing, beloved, but we can ill afford more. Hyandai sat up and drew on her boots. Harlen did the same, crawling out of the bed to slide his pants on. A few minutes later, they were back in the command room. Ealina stifled a giggle as they entered. Ceriandel did his level best to ignore Hyandais suddenly very green eyes. He was her brother after all, and very likely, no man, or even elf would be thought a worthy partner for his beloved sister. Back to the matters of import. Hyandai said, squeezing Harlens hand gently. She looked down at the model. What think you of the defenses? She asked all around her. A moment passed as Harlen and Ceriandel blinked, but they both started moving after that moment. Harlen crouched low over the illusory buildings and trees, and miniature people, moving about. It was an exquisite projection of the village, and he knew that if he looked hard enough, he would see himself looking down at a smaller model of the model. You have fortified well, for what you had to work with. Harlen said, eyeing the palisades and trenches before them. North of the village on the map, there were many milling figures, three hundred yards or so north, if the scale was accurate. The enemy? He asked. Ceriandel nodded. I know little of massed battle, but I know defenders usually have the advantage. He said. The enemy will, even now, be relying upon their superior troops to win the contest. Ealina shook her head. It is all very foreign to me, lady. The young elf said. This is why we defer to your judgement in this matter. Hyandai nodded. Yes, some have been here a day and a half, others have arrived through the day. She said. Why do they not attack now? Ceriandel asked. Pointing with one finger at a glowing nebulous shape at the edge of the models extents, Hyandai said. They await one last company. She said. They are coming from that direction, the north west. They march even now, and will arrive just after midnight, lest they stop. A large company? Ceriandel asked. Hyandai shrugged. Large enough, nearly two hundreds more. She looked at him. Scouts only espied their camp two days ago, just before they all were recalled and no more went out. Ceriandel gasped. Nine hundreds then? He asked. She shook her head. No. A thousand. She said, pointing to a knot of troops south west of the village. Those are also theirs. I assume they intend them to prevent any escape. Harlen, I apologize. Ceriandel said. I may have brought you here to die. Harlen squeezed Hyandais hand. I would rather die beside you than live without you, as trite as that sounds. It does not sound trite in your voice. Ceriandel said, turning to Hyandai. Give me thirty men and I will neutralize that southern unit as soon as the battle commences. The cavalry, they will not be needed defending the wall. Hyandai nodded. That may well be a good idea. Her voice subtly changed. An attack would be the last thing they would expect from a besieged village. Ealina get him those cavalrymen. Ealina and Ceriandel left the chamber. Come Harlen. Hyandai said, her voice still rather oddly different from normal. You should be kitted for combat. She led him down a few ramps, passing other elves who stared after them for a moment but then moved on, busy with their own chores. They came to a heavy door, Hyandai rapped her knuckles upon it. A few moments later, an elderly elf, the first Harlen had seen who actually looked old, opened the door. Athelan, this is my betrothed, Harlen. Hyandai said. He needs gear for this battle, have you any for one of his stature? The elderly elf looked at him askance. A big one, is he not? He asked, chuckling and beckoning Harlen in after him. Come, Harlen, we shall see what the armory holds. They followed him down several rows of shelves, stacked with various armor and weapon pieces, sections, and entire sets. Finally, he stopped before a small barrel sitting on a shelf. This was found on a Dark Templar several years ago, that several of our rangers brought down. He said, pulling the lid off the barrel. He dumped the contents on the floor. It was a suit of chainmail, he lifted it from the mixture of sand and oil with which it had been stored. It should fit your big man well enough. He chuckled, lifting it with effort and handing it over to Hyandai. Her arm sagged under the immense weight as she turned and gave it over to Harlen. She handed Harlen the armor. We can cut you a saddle blanket for padding, you are a horse anyways, eh? The old elf smiled at him. Its good armor, lad, the rangers killed him with a headshot. Very comforting. Harlen said, with a wry smile. Ill remember to keep my head down. You have a sword, I see. Athelan said. Perhaps a dagger? He lifted a long-bladed dagger from a shelf. For your off hand. You carry a bow, so I assume a shield is not your desire. Harlen nodded and belted the daggers sheath to his sword belt. Two young elves had arrived and were slinging the chainmail against a low wooden wall, knocking the sand and oil mixture off of it where it collected in a basin at the base. In truth, a saddle blanket was found and a hole cut through for his head, and then it was trimmed to fit to his sides. The chainmail was cast over all, and he was girt with his sword and the dagger, his bow and two quivers of his own arrows. He walked out onto the catwalk to Hyandais regard as she turned from another aide who had born her a report. She smiled broadly upon sighting him. You look verily the hero now, Harlen of Morrovale. She said, walking up to him, her own armor shimmering like liquid metal over her body. Harlen chuckled as she hugged herself to him and he embraced her. It makes you even huger. She giggled, grasping her wrist behind his back. I can barely get my arms around you with this gear on. He picked her up and kissed her, lifting her off the floor of the catwalk. I can still reach around you, my lover. He said. They kissed this way for a long moment, before an aide coughed an interruption. Harlen gently sat Hyandai back upon the ground and moved back a few paces. She turned to him. Word has finally gotten to the lord and lady. Hyandai said. They wish to speak with us, now. She looked rather worried, but more annoyed than that. Like we have time for this. She grumbled, again in the oddly different voice. They walked down the long stair then across to the throne building. The curtains were still fluttering in the night air, and the temperature was dropping rapidly, Harlen noted as his breath became visible before him. A cold, blustery night, perfect for a battle. He thought. Just needs to rain. As they walked across the polished floor, the room only dimly lit by a few torches on the columns, the air of impatience grew in Hyandais very footstep, and Harlen began to need to nearly jog to keep pace with her. He looked at her face, and saw a set jaw, and eyes turned deepening green with suppressed anger. They approached the two thrones, only two advisors stood by them, one near to each. Hyandai began her tirade even before reaching them. I know that he was not supposed to be here. She said. But, he is here, and it is too late to send him away again. If you wish to haul me before a trial and try me for disobedience or him for trespass, then do so, after the battle. Her voice once again had the undertones he had detected before, masculine and very strong-minded. The two nobles blinked a moment. Lady Hyandai. Said the lord, Ircandann. If you would but still your tongue a moment. She stopped talking, and even stopped preparing to talk, and just stood there. We were mistaken to send your betrothed away. Ircandann said. It simply caused you distress for little gain. Such treatment was not always our way, but I suppose the little thoughts spread by the traitors have infiltrated even our own very minds. We doubted the possible loyalty of a human, when arguing that we should ally with them in the same sentence. Such dichotomy would not serve as policy. Ircandann nodded toward Harlen. You are not only welcome to stay, Master Harlen, but we are grateful for your strong arm in our hour of need. He appraised the armor-clad huntsman. The armor of war looks suited to your use. He said, smiling. Harlen nodded. I suppose humans are made for war. He said. Or at least made capable of it. Please forgive our misgivings, we will not let such doubts cloud our judgement in the future. Lady Melewen said, her silvern eyes bright in the dim room. Go, make your preparations, and we will make ours. We will meet you upon the northern tower. Hyandai bowed as low as the armor would allow, and Harlen did likewise. What shall I do? Harlen asked. You are to be commanding from the tower, and they will be with you, but me? Hyandai smiled at him. You are my personal bodyguard. She said. Though I daresay being beside me may not be the safest of places in the battle. She looked over the palisades as they mounted the steps up a sturdy wooden tower. The traitors will wish me dead, knowing I am the source of tactical guidance for the villagers. What of the Ehladrel? Harlen asked. Who wields it? She looked back toward the throne room. It is there, awaiting our last desperation. She said. We dare not let it fall into their hands, therefore we can only use it at direst need. Harlen shook his head. A weapon so powerful that you cannot afford to field it. She said. A dubious usefulness. He peered out into the darkness beyond the palisade. He could barely make out moving shapes in the deep gloom there. The enemy had chosen well, if humans were to be aiding the villagers, it was a moonless night, and the stars provided scant light through the remaining canopy over the village. A man would be virtually blind in that dark. Harlen took out his spyglass and looked upon the enemy ranks, there were indeed hundreds of them, many hundreds. They all wore light gray cloaks, nearly dragging the ground with their hems, with deep hoods that shadowed farther their faces. They looked almost as wraiths in the darkness, the wind fluttering their long, loose garments in the night. The glint of starlight on polished steel was quite evident, though, and the spears and swords looked almost like a dense bramble of glinting metal. Long moments passed as aides and captains came to Hyandai to give word of the enemies disposition and to ask for commands in response to those movements. She soon had the palisades as manned as maybe. The walls were topped with narrow scaffolds, upon which stood archers, two hundreds of them, along with a elf with a spear and shield every third person. Another half a hundred were at the base of the wall, ready to ferry off wounded and bring fresh arrows at need to those on the wall. There were no reserves. Soon, word was brought that the last regiment of the enemy were moving up from the left flank. Two hundred strong, as they had been told. Hyandai sighed. This is going to be a bloodbath, is it not? She asked Harlen. Harlen nodded. I fear it will be so, my love. He said. The defenses erected in the last few days seemed now woefully inadequate. And the militia pitifully undertrained. Hyandai was certain this was her last night in Feldare. She had spoken to the spirits and tried to heed their advice. Now it was come, the last moment. Lord Ircandann climbed up to the small command tower and greeted them. He was now wearing chainmail, similar to Hyandais, but more ornate and finely-crafted. Lady Melewen followed him, also clad in armor, but of overlapping scales on a leather backing. Hers had been enameled red, so that she looked to be wearing a dragons hide upon her body, a broad-bladed sword was on her slender hip. Hyandai caught the direction of his gaze and whispered. She is of a warrior clan, they are all very skilled, and all wear such armor, see? She pointed to the wall, and here and there, among the others in leather and chain, were such scale-clad warriors, bright red against the natural browns of the palisades and grays of the other warriors armors. There was now a deathly silence, as people checked their straps and tightened belts. Swords were loosened in sheathes, and bow strings were checked for frays. Some of the archers were arraying their arrows before them on the wall, ready for fast reloading. A few had their heads bowed in what Harlen realized was Oneian prayer. He decided to do the same. Prayer seemed a good idea at this moment. He lowered himself to the floor, upon his knees and bowed his head. Inside his mind, he thought of his life and his friends and family. He thought of Hyandai most of all. An image in his mind flashed of Saint Teargan, the patron of soldiers. He asked Teargan for his help this night. Another flash brought Saing Emoilin, an elven saint, and patron to other elves in need. He had been a blade dancer, and a Oneian, his great works throughout Feldare were still legend. Harlen asked him to help, too. Perhaps between the two of them, there would be the power needed this night to stop the enemy. Harlen felt Hyandais cool hand on his neck, and could almost feel her trying to pray, as well. He reached back and touched the slender fingers. There was odd movement out in the darkness, and he stood as he dug out his spyglass. Waving it over the dark masses of troops out there, he finally found the source. It was the final regiment, moving into place aside the others. They moved swiftly, and silently, forming up into four ranks fifty men wide. A single elf walked from the main body of the army and headed toward the regiment, and one elf separated from the regiment and came to meet him. Harlen watched as the small figure from the new company clutched her cloak to her neck as she spoke to the other, the chilling wind whipping the thin cloth. The shape of her body gave away her sex. They spoke for a few moments, then separated and headed back to their regiments. As the female returned to her regiment, he caught a flash of a glow in her hand as she brought it down from her neck. Harlen blinked as he looked again. She walked up to another elf, and handed it something, something that glowed with a pale green light. He seemed to slip it into his cloak and the light was snuffed. He looked over the long ranks of the new regiment, just like the others, but more possessed of bows. These were their archers, Harlen decided, and the reason for their positioning off to the side, opposite another archer-heavy company. They needed a clear field of fire at the walls. They, too wore the cloaks of light gray, their hems just below the knee, like a poncho. The wind caught these garments, and caused the entire company to flutter, their forms ghostly in the dark distance. The sound even reached their own ears, and it was like a sigh from a grave, the soft rustling of the cloth disquieted the host protecting the town, and many hands shook around their weapons. Again, the world stopped. It was like Feldare were taking a deep breath before plunging into a flowing river of lava. There would be death this night, and there would be glory, but most of all there would be anger and fear, in equal measures. A voice cried out in the darkness. And a group of four horsemen detached from the main mass of the traitor army. The rode forth toward the wall. A parley? Harlen asked. Hyandai nodded. It would seem. She said. Perhaps they realize that their surrender is their only hope. She smiled at Harlen over her rather morbid humor. The two nobles, Hyandai and Harlen descended the stairs from the platform and crossed the open space toward the gate. The gate was opened and the horsemen dismounted and walked under the heavy oaken beams that crossed over the two doors of the entrance. The apparent leader of the enemy was a large elf, with broad shoulders and a long mane of white hair, bound in a pony tail. He stepped forward from his three companions. Captain Cendiolor. Hyandai whispered to Harlen, naming the elf before them. He used to captain our own guard. Harlen recalled the conversation on the watch platform many days ago. He walked up to within two paces of Hyandai and gave her a curt head bow. Lady Hyandai. He said, formally. Captain Cendiolor. She replied. Her tone icy and dripping venom. This army of traitors is at your command? He nodded. They are mine to command, but it is you who betray your people. He said. You would thwart the will of the majority? Are you so desirous of your human mate? She shook her head. You may have numbers here, but these rabble, Hyandai said, waving her hand to encompass the mass of troops looming in the darkness, are drawn from all over the land of Windir, and represent a tiny minority in each community, malcontents. She barked a disdainful laugh. To claim majority because you outnumber a small village is the height of fallacy. He laughed bitterly. If you so think. He said. I see you did find human assistance, after all. He said, eyeing Harlen critically. Or is this that man you have been breeding with? His silvern eyes turned to Hyandais green as he spoke. She scowled at Cendiolor. My personal life is none of your concern, traitor. She said through clenched teeth. I am proud of my betrothal, and my betrothed. Well, if you could not find better. He said dismissively. I suppose he is adequate, and perhaps more than, in certain areas in which I hear humans are quite well endowed. He looked down at her. It must be a burden to be backed into a corner by your own face. She seethed at him. Did you come to parley or simply to insult me? She said. For if the latter, I have had my fill and may break the rules of engagement simply to teach you a lesson in civility. Cendiolor chuckled. I have come to offer you a chance to surrender. He said. Now, I will not be so heartless as to make it unconditional. You may all leave, simply walk away and none will molest you. He looked over the palisades. It is the best you can hope for. He added. He turned back to look between Hyandai and the two nobles, and did his level best to ignore the human who loomed over the entire conversation. It may help you to come to a decision to know that your rangers from the Windy Isles were dealt with. He grinned maliciously. Seems our tardy company there came across their company north of the village. He shook his head. Sad, really, allying yourself with people who cannot even find a village. They said they encountered them north away. His hand pointed northward. Really, you should find better folk to associate with. He concluded, shaking his head mournfully. Harlen and Hyandai managed to keep blank faces during this last bit of monologue. The lord and lady actually looked crestfallen. Had Hyandai withheld the fact that the Windy Islanders were a rumor, manufactured by her own mind? He supposed she had. I see. Cendiolor said, noting the expressions on the two nobles with gleeful eyes. You had much hope placed in them. He gloated. They will now not be coming to your succor. Rest assured, however, their rotting corpses will nurture the soil well. Thus Windir grows stronger. He said, his eyes flashing with a malice not common to elvenkind. What is his fey? Harlen wondered to himself as he regarded the tall, wide-shouldered elf. Cendiolor was, like most all elves very attractive, even beautiful, but the current attitude and cruelty he was displaying made mockery of that beauty and turned his elegant countenance arrogant. I wish not to treat with you, traitor, to your posting and your people. Hyandai said. This parley is over, go back to your army of cuthroats and brigands. She spun on her heel and stormed off toward the command tower. Man of Morrovale. Cendiolor said. Is a bit of elven tail worth dying for? He asked. I really would like to know. Harlen stepped forward, causing Cendiolors escort to reach for their swords until the former captain held up his hand, and stared evenly at the much taller man. Youre about to die for much less, silver eyes. Harlen growled down at the elf. He was larger than almost all elves, Captain Cendiolor was, but compared to Harlen, he felt suddenly very small, and vulnerable. Go back to your lines, and prepare to face me, you pathetic, weak thing. I will carve a path to you through the bodies of your traitorous thugs. Then I will kill you. The mans hand upon the hilt of the massive broadsword made Cendiolor nervous, he looked down at it. It was a large, powerful hand, and the knuckles showed white. How much force was needed to snap an elfs neck? Could those hands muster such strength? Very likely. Cendiolor swallowed then gave a half-hearted grin. Human, even your pitifully short life will end early. He said. And much is the shame. To deny poor homely Hyandai her massive organ for a while, before she too dies, of lonliness. Harlen spun about in preparation to walk away, an old trick came to him from his days in the service of the duke. He pushed down on his hilt and lifted the far tip of his sword in doing so. As he turned the sheathed point came around and forced Cendiolor to jump back to avoid being struck in the genitals with the reinforced club. Some jeers fell upon Cendiolor from the ranks of the elves upon the palisades. The gates began to swing shut as Harlen and the two nobles walked away. Hyandai was already issuing last minute orders to various captains. The parley was forced to retreat as the doors threatened to close upon them. They mounted their horses and rode back to the main lines of the enemy. Hyandai started to speak as he and the nobles, and their aides came up the stairs. What was he talking about, there was n . . .. She stopped speaking at a warning glance from Harlen. He shook his head minutely and she spoke again. No way on Feldare we were accepting those terms. She concluded the truncated sentence, with a new ending. A rider came up to the tower and leaped from the saddle, sprinting up the stairs. Lady Hyandai, the southern force of the enemy is routed, they flee the field! She smiled at that. Very good. Hyandai said. Their losses? The rider thought a moment. Only five, Warleader. Seemed they expected to be shooting at refugees, not facing a cavalry charge, they had only archers. Harlen leaned in close to Hyandais ear and whispered into her ear a moment. Her face broke into a wider smile. Bolster them with the remaining cavalry, and order Ceriandel to bring them about to attack the enemies right flank. She leaned close to the riders ear and whispered. He nodded and took off down the stairs and clambered back onto his horse, riding south through the town. A few moments later, Harlen heard the cavalry moving around the palisade to the right of them. Before they could have heard, however, the enemy archers began to fall back, and part of the main body of the army move into their place, spearmen to the fore. The cavalry never appeared, however, and simply spun about and retreated back to the south. Harlen and Hyandai exchanged a quick look and then looked toward the nobles, and their aides. It was moving now. The enemy forces began to advance. The captains upon the walls called out to the archers, who loaded and readied. Bows creaked in the darkness and one sang out in a ranging shot. It flew out toward the massed troops, falling short by perhaps fifty paces. The elves upon the wall waited for the order to fire. Harlen noted that the regiment to the left was moving up unevenly, hoping it was a mistake they could exploit, but it seemed simply a confusion on the enemy part, and them being archers, their tight ranks would matter little. Another ranging shot sang out, landing five paces before the foremost ranks of the army. The army stopped, with much noise of halting feet. This was the last pause, Harlen knew. He had seen it many times before. He pulled out his spyglass and examined the ranks arrayed before them, now closer and reflecting some of the torchlight from the walls. His view passed over mass after mass of spearmen, swordsmen, and archers, and a tight knot of ehladrim in the center. There were also figures, mixed among them, figures quite active, moving their hands in esoteric and mysterious patterns. Wizards. He kept looking down the massed ranks, more archers, and still more archers, clutching their smooth, sleek weapons. The left regiment lacked discipline, he saw, and they had stopped with their formation actually almost at a twenty-five degree angle, facing inward toward the main army. He told Hyandai to have the cavalry move around the south side and assault those from the left, they would likely break easily and prevent many deaths if they did so. He eyed Hyandais curving bow, with its ornate scrollwork. Then he looked at the wall. There stood the towns archers, with their ornately carven bows. Hyandai. Harlen said, his mind racing. We need the Ehladrel here, now. She looked at him only a moment before saying. I agree. She turned to Lord Ircandann. May I borrow your aides, lord? She asked. The elven lord turned from the sight of the massed troops. Yes, of course. He said, turning to his and the ladys aides. Rennalath, Centhan, the Lady Hyandai has need of your service. They both looked at her, awaiting instruction. I need the both of you to go get the Ehladrel from my chambers. She said. The two young men nodded and departed at a jog. Now, beloved, what is going on? She turned and asked Harlen. I believe one of the aides are spying for the traitors. Harlen said. When I had you feint the cavalry, their forces responded before they could have known the cavalry was coming toward them, the palisades were in the way and they were still too distant to hear. Hyandai nodded. And we sent them after the Ehladrel why? She said. Because I need them to not know what I just learned. He replied turning back to the massed forces before the wall. And what, my dear, have you learned? The lord and lady were also very attentive of their conversation. As was obvious, this was war, and their position was subordinate to Hyandais for the duration, and they knew their place if little else. That you elves have been buying Westron longbows. Harlen said, handing her the spyglass and aiming it toward the left flanking archers. Hyandai. That is ridiculous, we have no need to bu . . .. She stopped. Spirits save us! She exclaimed. The expressions of confusion upon Lord Ircandanns and Lady Melewens faces would have to go unanswered for the moment, though, the attack was nigh. Harlen nodded. Peering over the railing at a small group of combat wizards. Order one of them to hurl a fireball straight up when the fight begins. He said. Hyandai leaned over the rail and yelled down. Yrachas! One of the younger wizards looked up and smiled, waving at Hyandai. Yes, Lady Hyandai? He said. When the fight begins, you are to send a fireball straight upward, an exploding one. She said. Is that clear? He looked at her a long moment. Well, yes, Warleader. He responded. It is clear. It will be done, though I know not why. She nodded. Good, then prepare yourselves, warlocks, the fight comes to us! She cried out as the army before the wall set up a loud cry and charged. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You are certain that is her desire? Ceriandel asked as the aide, Rennalath nodded. Of course, Ehladrim Ceriandel. He said. She wishes you to leave the horse company, and find ten men to watch the eastern quarter. The blade dancer nodded. Very well. he said. Dismounting and gathering up ten nearby militiamen. You are with me. He said. They followed quietly, but with rather worried eyes. Ehladrim were expected to be in the thick of the fight, and to be beside one was to be there, as well. They were loyal, though, and each privately vowed to do his best. The shout of battles beginning could be heard from the north end of the village even where they were now. Ceriandel watched as Rennalath moved off and up the wide stairs up the Turaorn.

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Ten The next morning was rainy, and the lowering thunderclouds did little to improve that, drowning the countryside in sequential torrents of heavy summer rains. The dark mood of it sank into Harlens heart. When it was like this, he could not work, and his work was him. Or, at least it had been. He sat in his little workroom at midmorning when Hyandai entered, dressed in one of his mothers old work dresses. She was carrying a large bowl of fruit, all pre-skinned and cut into little chunks. She asked about the various stages of tanning and preparation of skins as he worked, and popped pieces of different fruit into his mouth as he talked. She was slightly disturbed at some of the more gruesome details of tannery, such as where one obtains ammonia for sterilizing the skins and killing all the meat still attached. I never knew where the tanners got their base materials. She said, eyeing the vat in the corner of his tannery dubiously. Harlen chuckled and said, Perhaps elven tanners get theirs from another source. He picked up another half-done skin and dropped it into the large vat before closing the airtight lid. Though I wager they get it the same way but dont tell anyone. She curled her nose at that thought, then fed him a chunk of bananana. She enjoyed saying it so much she figured she could get away with an extra na in there. Trevir was in and out grabbing this implement or that, then retreating to the back courtyard, he was taking advantage in a break in the rain to work on something. Harlen was curious what he was doing, and Hyandai was as well, but he had asked them to not peek, so they did not. Harlen offered to let her try her hand at scraping, but she balked at the sharpness of the blade, and said, I would cut through it or ruin it, and those pelts are worth much to your people. She added, I will try my hand at small things, when you get rabbit skins or something, where I can make up to you any mistakes I may make in a single night. He smiled and nodded at that, wishing fervently that she would ruin a very good skin if she were planning on making up for mistakes in the way he was thinking. He watched her deft fingers, though and figured she would not make such mistakes at all, her manual agility was amazing. He often watched her idly performing tricks with those tiny fingers that he could barely manage with precise tools crafted for the purpose. The thing he most enjoyed was when she found his records. She had seen the dismal state of his financial and transaction records and had flown into a near rage. Apparently, scribes were wroth to let people keep poor records. She had immediately taken his entire chest of small documents and a few hand-penned ledgers and sat down at his second work bench. She wielded quill and ink like a master swordsman, ripping through his shabby accounting like a troll through a goblin camp. Three hours later, she presented him with a single ledger. When he opened it, he gasped in dismay, the records were all now in elven, and used elven arithmetic, as well. What in blazes am I to do with these? He asked, trying to stifle a laugh. And when the Dukes assessor comes by he will surely throw a fit when he must retain a translator to decipher my records. She smiled. Elven math is easier to do, actually, and the assessor probably already knows that. She showed him the finely-drawn characters. Your people have yet to fully accept the concept of zero, which is amazingly useful. I will one day teach it to you. Harlen nodded with suspicious eyes, but folded the book closed. And what is the verdict, my love, am I wealthy enough for your tastes? She grinned, her secret having been found out. I did not wish to inquire as to your wealth or lack thereof, but if put to it, I would say more than. She opened his ledger back up. According to your records, you have over a thousand marks in the ducal vault, as well as the near thousand you keep here. He nodded. The duke does this for his people, to ensure against robbery or accident. He smiled. He is not a bad man, despite what you think from my welted back. She touched his wide back. I know. I have spoken to Trevir about him, and the lad says hes something of a hero. Harlen chuckled, I wouldnt say hero, but a decent enough man. Unlike some nobles, he does not get overly involved in the day-to-day events of the Duchy. He mostly leaves us alone and we prosper...and send him taxes. She smiled. That is a very elven way of governing. She said. I suppose the proximity of Windir to this land has had some influence, even with our sealing the borders. --- At noon, the two broke from the workroom and went back into the common. Trevir was just scampering through, with another load of tools in his hands. I am almost finished, Miss Hyandai! He said excitedly as he ran through. Do you know what hes doing? Harlen asked her. She shook her head slowly, but smiled at Trevirs exuberance. Harlen watched as he went through the bathing room door, dropping a small file as he did so, then recovering it with a hand shot back through the crack in the door. He is a good lad. He said. I am glad I could help him, at the least. Hyandai hugged him. He will be a good man, too. She agreed and kissed his cheek. Like his mentor. He looked down at her, so small beside him, but she controlled him as surely as a puppet master at the fair. If she chose to pull a string of his heart, he would dance to the tune she set. She was looking up at him, as well, thinking similar thoughts. He wondered what he had done to earn the love of a woman, especially an elven maiden. That, he knew from legend, was no small task, for they were not wont to give their love to a human, short-lived and clumsy things that they were. But he had managed it, and was not sure how, for if he knew, he could grow truly wealthy in advising other hopeful men. He squeezed her narrow waist, and she pressed to him. On the day following tomorrow, the Sorceress said. She whispered to him. I will be sound again. Then she looked up at him a second time. Then you can make me hurt a few days, no? Harlen chuckled at her boldness. She went through bouts of that, he was noticing. One moment she was a shy child, then the next a bold and wanton woman. He supposed it had to do with the fey, as she called it. It was part of her, and he had to accept it. It was what helped her make statements like that, but it was also what guided her to terrify and offend Trevir the other morning, as well. He kissed her brow and sighed. Trevir came back in, carrying a large armload of Harlens tools and said, Its done! And went into the workroom to put them away. The couple looked at one another and awaited his return. A moment later he did so, quivering in excitement. Come see! He said and went through the bathing room door. The couple followed, watching him scamper ahead and passed through the large bathing room, with its huge wooden tub. Hyanda had become enamored of the tub, with its scalding water and its luxurious depth. She bathed nightly, if time permitted, after Trevir had gone to bed. They entered the back yard behind him, and he pointed to the corner of the court, under a particularly large oak that was wedged between a willow and a elm. The three trees formed a sort of cul-de-sac between them, and he had built his little project there. Its construction was crude and rudimentary, but Hyandai recognized it right off. It was a prayer shrine, an elven prayer shrine. She gasped at it, and held her hand over her mouth. Then she had to fight back the tears she wanted to weep for joy. The lad had built this for her and, obviously, no one else. She walked up to it and looked it over. It was crudely built, indeed, but it was sturdy, and was in no way disrespectful of the elven religion. Careful attention had been paid to its dimensions, and its orientation, as well. Due east, toward the rising sun and moon. She smiled as she touched the top. Thank you Trevir. She said, and looked at him and Harlen standing nearby. How did you know how to build this? Trevir jerked a thumb at his mentor and said, Harlen showed me from a book. His face was so bright and guileless. He said that you were going to be staying a while yet, and would need a place to practice your faith. Then his smile widened more, which was impressive, indeed. So I built one. She wiped a wayward tear from her eye and walked to stand in front of the youth. It always amazed her how large humans are. This boy, not even beginning, yet, his final growth to manhood, stood as tall as she, and even more broadly built. She put her arms around him in a mighty hug, and he squirmed, but hugged her back. You are a wonderful man. She said to him as she pressed her head to his shoulder. Her eyes were on Harlen, and her lips near Trevirs ear. Both knew it was him being complimented and they both beamed. She looked at it some more, fussing over some of the details he had put within it, and pointing out one small mistake which Trevir immediately went to run for tools to fix. As the houses door slammed she said. How did you know I was missing my practices? She asked Harlen. I had not mentioned them. He shrugged. I would be, were I in Windir. He replied. So, I figured you missed yours, and borrowed a book from one of my friends that had a picture of a shrine, the book said elves were inclined to pray at such, and I let the nimblest hands I control take over from there. He said, grinning as the lad bolted from the house with a small hammer and saw in his hands. After he finished, she declared it now perfect, and promised she would use it very soon. Trevir was beside himself and asked when that might be. She looked at him seriously. Do you wish to participate? She asked him. He looked at Harlen for guidance. His mentor smiled and nodded, then Trevir repeated the gesture, grinning. Then he stopped. Its not unclad, is it? He asked, looking frightened. She giggled at that. No, Trevir. It is a clothed thing. Only boys birthdays are cause for the boy going unclad to the altar. Then she broke into full laughter as a look of utter dismay crossed his face. B...Birthdays? He asked. Why would they do that? She straightened up her face and said, with an almost serious expression. Because everyone needs to see how he is coming along. Whether he is growing up to be a strong and healthy lad. She looked him over appraisingly. Trevir seemed very glad his birthday had just passed. Trevir excused himself, saying that it was time to go buy the days consumables, then ran off. Harlen looked at Hyandai suspiciously. Do they really make boys come to the altar on their birthday unclad? He asked. She nodded. Indeed, they do. She said. Then she smiled widely. Actually, all ceremonies are traditionally skyclad, but it is not utterly required. She grinned at him. I will keep my clothes on for poor Trevir, he has had enough surprises from me. As they walked back to the house. I sure wish an elven woman had surprised me a few times as I grew up. Harlen murmured. They entered the house again, and none too soon, as they sky began to fall again as they walked from the yard. Harlen declared he needed to speak to Tammer, and Hyandai begged tiredness and went to nap a bit in their massive bed, so he left off alone. As he walked the graveled road, the rain spattering off his oilskin poncho, he realized that they did not part company much at all, and he did not mind that with her. He smiled back at the house, and was already wanting to go back and be with Hyandai. He fought that urge and went on toward the core of the village. He had things to discuss with his old mentor, and they were best discussed during the day, when the tavern would be very sparsely populated. Ho, Harlen. Said the old man as he entered. Back so soon? He added, slamming down a large mug of beer in front of him as he sat at a stool. He nodded. Yes, Tammer, my old friend and master. He said, trying to sound respectful. Tammer laughed. Old, undoubtedly; friend, definately; but I hear few can master you these days, and your hunting skills are now regarded highly, indeed. Harlen shrugged. So they say, but I was bested by a mere few orcs, and Hyandai suffered for it most grievously. He watched the old man pull up a stool to his side of the bar. Dont be so rough on yourself, lad. He said, smiling at the hunter. Orcs are not to be trifled with, theyre powerful, cunning, and tough. He said. Id not cross one if I could help it. Besides, a good huntsman is not necessarily a good man of war. He looked serious now. Fighting foes like orcs is a very different skill to killing a wild boar, or even a mountain bear. Harlen agreed with a nod. But, something tells me youre not here to talk hunting with me, lest it be something about bringing down a wild elf. Tammer said. Harlen nodded again. There you have it, my friend. He said. Exactly what I came to you to ask about. The old man laughed. Then out with it, lad. Ive not all day to answer sad heart questions. He then added, Also, be careful with my advise. Note that I do not have an elven bride on my arm this day, so my skill with the fair folk, especially the fair sex among them is suspect. Harlen nodded. I wanted to ask about the fey. Tammer nodded slowly. Told you about that, has she? He asked. She is decided on her part, then. The hunter nodded. I thought it might be something they didnt share with just anyone. He said. Well, lad, Said the old man, Unless her fey is war, youre in good shape, relatively speaking. Harlen chuckled. No, its far from war. He said, smiling. Tammer leaned in conspiratorially. Her sisters fey was thievery, if you can believe that. He said. I spent most of my money paying for stuff she filched in those days. He looked at Harlen. If you know her fey, then you know what to expect, though, and I was always ready with a quick word and a quicker purse when she would get cought. Harlen looked down at his half full mug. If only Hyandais was so simple to work with. The old man nodded. I will not ask you, Harlen, what it might be, for some are rather embarrassing to bear. He said. But know that it is core to her, and without it she would not be who she is. He grinned widely. But I think I know what it is, for her behavior marks her with it. Her sister gave me no kiss by proxy. He said, smiling. Her fey is love, lust, or romance, or Im a wet-eared whelp. Harlen nodded. But it is just how she is then. He said. Then I dont want to do anything about it, including make her behave against its nature. Tammers hand laid on his own on the counter. Itd be like her asking you to stop being a man and wear a dress and squeeze out pups. He grinned widely again. And, by the One, Ill shoot you myself if I see you in a dress. The hunter finished his beer, and payed Tammer despite his protests. He took his leave of his old friend, and headed back for his home. On the way he stopped to speak to a couple of the other hunters who were in town trading, they stood together under a porch that ran the front of one of the general goods stores, and they discussed more of the events and of how the orcs had grown more bold of late. It was decided that they would soon send an envoy to the duke to petition him to spare some troops to thin the herd. He arrived home just before the evening meal time, and smelled venison cooking, and vegetables, maybe squash, being boiled. He walked toward the kitchen to find Hyandai there, wearing an apron about her waist. His heart nearly burst at that image of domestic normalcy. Did you and Tammer have a good talk? She asked, smiling at him and stirring the small pot of squash. Indeed, we did. He replied, putting his arms about her from behind and kissing her neck. She wriggled in his grip, but did not protest, or try to move. I dont wish to turn you into a normal housewife, my lover, but by the One, you look marvelous in that apron. He whispered into her ear. She leaned back and kissed his earlobe. Perhaps, tomorrow, I will wear just it, then. She whispered. Then she enjoyed the reaction, smiling softly as he pressed to her and she felt him harden. She was teasing him, she knew it, and she liked doing it. Trevir walked in and said. Ech. You two have a room, dont you? His face registered mock distaste. Hyandai turned slipped from Harlen and turned on the lad, she managed to grab his chest and she hugged him close, pecking him about the face with little kisses, making a huge amount of racket with her smacking sounds. He squirmed and giggled at her, and thoroughly enjoyed the attention, whatever the cause. Finally, she let him go and he pretended to wipe his cheek. Shes dangerous, that one is. He laughed. The elf went back to stirring the pot and winked at him. You know you like it. She said over her shoulder. No I dont. He said unconvincingly, mainly due to the deep crimson he had turned over the last thirty seconds. Harlen ruffled his hair and asked if he was done with loading up the wood boxes and the boy shuffled off. He kissed Hyandais neck. Youre going to give the poor boy some very strange ideas about girls. He said as he nuzzled into her hair. Like what, pray tell? She asked, smiling and tilting her head to give him more neck to nuzzle. That we like boys and we give them kisses? She said. Harlen shrugged. And that theyre all incredibly beautiful and mind-numbingly friendly. He said, kissing her shoulder. We are. She said, and picked up the pot and dumped the stewed squash into a bowl. All of us are friendly if the man is worth it. --- The three of them ate their dinner, and enjoyed some light conversation later. Harlen discussed his plans in the near future to start Trevir coming on his hunting trips into the wood. The lad seemed to be good enough with the bow now, and he was itching to actually try to shoot something, enough so that the neighbors were beginning to fear for their pets safety. Hyandai and Trevir did the dishes after the meal and she sent him off for the evening. She gave him a kiss on his cheek as he left, when Harlen was not watching, and he definitely did not wipe it off, she noted. --- The rain continued into the night as the couple prepared for bed. Hyandai smiled as Harlen disrobed. My lover, I would like to pleasure you tonight. She said, eyeing his manhood as he pulled off his pants. Im not one to say no to a direct request. He said, his own mouth turning up in a wide smile. She laid on the bed as he crawled up beside her. They began kissing and touching one another, gently exploring each other with their hands and fingertips and mouths. He loved the feel of her smooth skin and silky hair under his touch. She liked his coarseness of hair, and his tanned skin, she was even beginning to like his many small and large scars. Harlen had received a great number of injuries throughout his life, she saw. She wanted to kiss each of them as she found them. The elf wished she could make them forgotten and disappear. As they moved about each other, Harlen had managed to find one of her small knees, and was kissing up her thigh from it. He was halfway to her groin when she said, I was going to pleasure you. Her frown was utterly unconvincing and he grinned up at her. I guess you can do that. He said. After Im done. He added, and continued his exploration with his lips and tongue. As he neared her entrance, she touched his hair, and ran her fingers into it. She could feel his warm breath on her labia, then she felt the gentle caress of his tongue on them, then over her clitoris. She moaned softly and laid back, still holding his hair. He moved his tongue slowly and forcefully over her inner folds, then into her vagina. She gasped as he pulled out and sucked directly on her sensitive little knob of a clitoris. Harlen, that feels so wondrous. She said, watching him as he slid his tongue over the whole area, his eyes shut and obviously enjoying himself. He lifted up a moment. It tastes the same, my love. He said, and buried his mouth and tongue between her upraised thighs. She smiled widely as she could feel herself begin the slow climb to release, and intended to savor every inch going up the hill. Harlen had moved a bit around, and she found she could reach his swollen cock from where she lay, and did so. Wrapping her cool, slim fingers around his engorged shaft. Slowly, she stroked the organ, watching in fascination as the skin slid over it, and how supple and soft it was. She liked squeezing hard, and watching the head turn purple and swell, and the veins on the sides bulge in tension. A shiver ran through her as her pleasure from his tongues ministrations mounted higher on her climbing ascent. She started twisting around herself, and managed to get close enough to his pelvis to take the head of his manhood into her mouth. She lapped at the head with her small, quick tongue, and felt it twitching in time with her tune. Harlen moaned as she began applying soft suction to him, and they began to time their strokes and tongue movements together. Her hand moved from his head to his scrotum and started gently rolling his testicles around within the loose skin. She began to taste the saltiness that meant his climax was nearing, and began to apply her tongue even faster, determined to bring him to a finish before he did so to her, but she was not at all sure she could, she was very near herself, beginning to gasp for air and move her hips in response to his motions. She felt her orgasm grip her, and her legs stiffened, clamping onto the sides of Harlens head, and holding him in place while he continued to lick her, he lapped frantically as she writhed through the orgasm, intensifying the sensations as he moved his tongue over her clitoris. Then she tasted his seed flooding her waiting mouth. She swallowed greedily, now used to the act, and not at all bothered any longer by the taste. It was not disagreeable, and he enjoyed it a lot, so it made it a good thing in her mind, and something to not be bothered by. When he finished spending himself, and she felt him going soft, even under her fast tongue, she slipped her lips from him. That is better. She concluded. With one more full day after today to wait, I was going to burst if someone did not reach their pinnacle. He chuckled as he left off lapping at her, and his head rested on her thigh. Well, now we have both done so, therefore we should be good to go until day after tomorrow. She nodded. I do not wish to wait, but think we should. He agreed, but said. Yes, but very first thing in the morning, I think would be wise. She giggled. To prevent interruptions? He rubbed her thigh with his hand. Exactly. He said. I do not want something else to get in the way. She sat up and stroked his hair with her narrow fingers. Agreed, my lover, as soon as we awaken. They both shifted around and laid on their pillows. Hyandai did not use a pillow as she slept, though, she preferred his arm, and insisted on it, for going to sleep, at least, and became quite vexed if he tried to avoid it. They laid there a short while, with the light orb in its pouch. Then Harlen said. Did you mean what you said about betrothal? She looked at him in the dark, seeing him perfectly well, and knowing she was just an indistinct blur in the dark to him. Yes, my love, of course I meant it. He smiled. Is there something we need to do? She touched his lips with her fingertips. A small ceremony, at least to my people it is small, but I understand your folk have one, also. He nodded. But it is just for permanent marriages, not engagements, which is what we call your betrothal. She nodded. I understand, but there is no ceremony for engagement? She asked. He said. Not really, the man just asks and the woman accepts or not. He kissed her forehead. I hope you will accept. I already have. She said, smiling broadly. I accepted almost a week ago, someone should have told you. He embraced her close and inhaled deeply through her hair, sighing it back out. Yeah, they should have. He said quietly. --- The morning was better than before, but there was still some threat of rain in the air. Heavy clouds scuttled overhead, but there were breaks in them, and no rain was falling as they awoke. Harlen still embracing his lovely companion, and she curled up in a small package in front of him. She uncurled and smiled at him. Good morrow, my lover. She said, kissing his nose. He yawned and said. And to you, angel of the morning. She giggled. I thought I was a soul-sucking demoness? Only when parts of me are asking favors. He replied, grinning widely. She groped the parts in question and asked, And this morning it desires me not? Oh, Harlen said, looking very serious, it desires you, very much, but it desires other than your mouth when next it enters you. She grinned lasciviously. There ARE other possibilities, you know? Her golden eyes were beginning to turn a bright bronze. Harlen laughed. Ho, ho. He said. And now you wish to try something like that? He said, touching her hip gently. She shrugged. Why not? She asked, her eyebrows lifted. I was not injured there in any way. The hunter kissed her brow. No, my dearest. If you wish it another time, after we have made love as we await, then perhaps we will try that. He said. But next time I enjoy pleasures with you, I want it to be in the way people are truly meant to. She smiled. Very well, but I did offer. She said, taking hold of his hand and moving it onto her upturned rump. It may be an offer long in the coming again. She giggled. He looked thoughtful then said. I would like to wait, my love. She giggled again. Very well. She said and rolled over and sat up. Then what are we to do? She glanced mischievously back over her shoulder. Perhaps I should go bother poor Trevir some more? Harlen rolled behind her and grabbed her waist. You already have that poor lad seeing stars all hours of the day, my sweet, dont torment him. She pouted. But I must do something naughty. She said, looking up at him with a somewhat dark expression, though her smile remained in place. Really, I must. Harlen kept his face placid while thinking about her fey and how it would rear its head from time to time. Was this one of them? He looked down into her eyes, and she softened her smile, but the eyes remained intense. Very well, my love, I will resist myself, this once. She said, standing and regarding herself in the mirror. We should not make this a common thing. She said, running her hand down her belly and over the folds of her pubic mound. He watched in fascination as she licked her lips then opened her mouth part way and her fingers rubbed over her own clitoris. She did not even notice him staring, now, so far gone as she was. A sigh escaped her throat and she leaned forward a bit, and he could now see between her legs, that she had two fingers nestled between her labia, entering herself. Her legs trembled a bit, and she gave a sizable twitch with her whole body. She turned about to him, and looked down at his reclining figure. It is hard to fight my fey, Harlen. She said. And somewhat foolish to try. Her expression was strained. Her fingers were still imbedded in her small slit. I do not know why it is so active of late, possibly hormones from that unwanted seed, or it could be the general tension I have felt for these days. She pulled the fingers from herself, and licked them. But, it is active, and it is not a contest I relish. She sat back on the bed, her eyes slowly shifting back to their normal golden color. I am sorry, my love, but if you would cleave to me, you will need to accept that part of me. He watched her calm. What did you do when it happened before me, or Eleean? He asked. She smiled darkly. Eleean never saw it. She said. As a child, of course, it never manifested in anything beyond a curiosity about sexual things. Her lips pursed. But, since I was of age, she said, it has led me to some rather odd situations. I was a maiden, that is the truth, but there are other things a fey can drive one to. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Things I will not discuss with anyone save my husband, when I am bound for life. He nodded. Fair enough. He said, kissing her cheek. I shouldnt have asked. I understand your interest, as I am currently your concern. She said, smiling, and standing again. But I will say none of it is terribly bad, but all of it may be terribly embarrassing to me. She began to dress in her doeskin clothes. Today, I wish to see your grand mother again. She said, flatly. Will that be acceptable? She asked. Of course. Harlen answered. She would probably love to see you. She looked at him with sad eyes now. I would ask you to lie to her. She said, then looked down. I hate to do that, but I must. He nodded. About the night-orb? He asked. She looked up again. Yes. She replied. I will tell her I miscarried, as is somewhat common among human and elf conceptions. Harlen said. I understand that. Yes, a little lie would probably serve best, and if she has heard rumor of the visit to the Sorceress, it was regarding the miscarriage, trying to prevent it. She nodded. Good. Much as I hate to lie, especially to your gramma, it is something I think best. She believed it to be yours, and I implied that it was most welcome. He nodded. I sort of thought it went like that. He said. He chewed his lip. Well go over after lunch. --- They sat in his grammas tiny common room and the elder woman fussed over the elven girl. You poor thing. She said, her face the very picture of concern. I hope it wasnt too painful for you. She was near to tears. No, gramma. Hyandai said, looking at the floor. It was painless, actually, as it was too small for me to even feel. Gramma patted her shoulder. I meant in your heart. She said. Well, my heart is troubled over it, but I will be okay, with time. She said, taking Harlens hand into her own. Harlen looked extremely uncomfortable, luckily gramma took it as upset over what had happened. Dont you two worry. She said, trying to put on a happy grin, despite the terrible news she had just received. Youre both young and healthy, and if a child is what you want, I am sure you will be blessed by the One with a beautiful one. Hyandai nodded and smiled at her, then turned toward Harlen. I seek a child very much, gramma. She said. Though we had not really spoken of it. His rather dour countenance changed almost instantly to one of unrehearsed surprise. You do? He asked. She kissed his wrist. Yes, my love, I do. Though I think that we should wait until later. He nodded agreement, then smiled lopsidedly. Whenever youre ready. He said, and earned a cuffing on the back of the head. Mind your manners, you whelp. His gramma said, but was smiling, too. You two should speak to Father Tegmar, if youre serious about such things. Hyandai asked. Is he the priest of the One in this town? Gramma said. He is. He is a good man, and will give you both guidance on the matter, I am sure, wise guidance. They spoke for about an hour after, with Hyandai making sure of her lack of pregnancy by picking up the night-orb twice. It stayed flat and black both times. Harlens gramma clucked at her the second time, gently taking it from her fingers. You stop that, now. She said. Do not rush yourself. They stopped by the Pierced Boar on the way home and had wine and some rather bland lamb with potatoes. Tammer was in top form, pouring drinks for the rather dense crowd this night. Harlen noticed a lot of people from out of town among the crowd. What goes? He asked the old man, eyeing the newcomers. Trouble in the hills north ways. Tammer said. The orcs have gotten bold up there, and raided some homesteads and even one hamlet, if youll believe it. He leaned in close. One of the Dukes patrols captured one of the brutes and they managed to get it to talk. Theres rumor among the orcs of a new boss in the hills, and hes organizing them under one banner. Hyandai looked very nervous. That does not bode well for my mission. She said. Those orcs were already organized more than is good for them, if they are becoming more so, slipping past those hills is going to be very hard, indeed. Harlen nodded. Well, if they can be sneaked around, I will get us around them. She touched his arm. You are certain you can? She asked. No. He said. But I promised I would help you, and I will. They finished their drinks in silence, and watched the crowd. Some of the people were quite upset and trying to drown their sorrows in beer, or brandy. They were the ones who lost kinfolk or friends, and Harlen felt pity for them. One looked up at them, though, and saw Hyandai as she brushed her hair back from her face, exposing one of her ears fully. His eyes widened. Harlen thought he would cry out, but he did not, he came over quietly to their table and begged leave to sit. The hunter, nor the elf could bring themselves to deny someone with such sorrow etched into their face, and they assented. The man sat, he was older than Harlen, but hardly an old man. His eyes were blue, and he had long, shaggy, brown hair. Miss. He said. I saw youre elvenborn. He looked at her hopefully. May I beg a boon of you? She smiled gently and nodded. If it be in my ability, I will grant it. She said. The man looked back to the table he was at, a woman stood from there, about his age, and walked over and sat at the last chair at their table. Once she sat, the man asked. Will you make a dirge for my daughter? His face was full of both hope and pain. She was slain yesterday by those orcs in the hills. His wife began to cry openly, weeping and sniffing. Hyandai smiled gently. Of course I will, though I am no minstrel and I cannot promise the quality she deserves. He smiled at her. Youre elvenborn, it will be more than adequate. He said, holding his wifes hand under the table. Hyandai leaned forward and said. Look into my eyes, and think of your daughter. She stared intently at the man for almost a minute, then at the wife for a similar time. Harlen was fascinated, watching as she gently probed their minds, not invading it like she had his, but looking here and there, like someone searching a house, rather than moving into it and clearing out all the furniture. She only took what she needed, and it was always just information, not the items themselves. Finally, she leaned back and said. Give me a few moments. Her eyes closed and she started moving her lips, as if speaking to herself. She opened her eyes after almost five minutes. I am ready. She said. She gestured to Tammer, who came right over at her beckoning. Yes, Miss Hyandai? He asked solicitously. She indicated the couple with a wave of her hand. These fine folk have asked that I dirge for their daughter, do you mind? Tammers eyes widened. I would never. He said, almost looking offended. If someone deserves a dirge, then by the One, itll be heard. He stood from their table and yelled at the crowd for silence. The noise abated to about half the former level, but he was obliged to yell again, and employ some rather creative vocabulary to inspire people to the proper level of respectful silence. You will shut your cob-slobbering yap traps, you smelly lot, else Ill start cracking skulls! The room was as quiet as anywhere fifty or so people stood in could be. Hyandai stood from the chair and walked to the bar. Tammer helped her to stand upon it, climbing carefully up. She brushed her hair back from her face, a murmur ran through the crowd. She swallowed visably. I have been asked by a kind man and his lovely wife to sing a song for their daughter, dead at the bloody hands of the orcs of the hills. She said, looking at the couple. Some of the elder of you have heard an elven dirge before, and know it is akin to part of the person being sung of. I would ask that you listen and think on the girl that died, and remember her with joy. The air was dead silent as she finished speaking. Her voice started off low and soft, and her eyes closed. There was a feeling in the sounds she was making. It was not words, for there were no words to describe what she was saying. Her voice climbed slowly and it carried the sense of youth and of innocence and it carried within its tones the horror of the girls death. She had been only ten, the sound said, and she was not ready to be taken from the world. Her tones filled the room, as if it were a auditorium meant to be sung in. Her voice was powerful, and it gained volume and strength as she sang, and her heart felt the agony of the parents. She had tears rolling down her face as she began to sing of the joys the girl had felt and brought to those around her. The people in the crowd could see the child, a little girl with light brown hair and big green eyes. They saw her playing and working and hugging and being loved. Many of the people hearing it cried, some of them smiled, a few actually laughed, watching her learn to walk and watching her get her first kiss stolen from her by a boy from the next farmstead. They even felt the discipline of her being punished for being bad, and rewarded when she did well. The dirge left no subject of her short life untouched completely, and took the listener into the girls life, not just the good, but the bad, and the unfortunate, and the ecstatic. They saw the mother holding her to her breast, and the father seeing her for the first time after her birthing. The notes carried all this, the tones defined it, and the harmonics gave it sharpness. It wound its way into the listeners hearts and pierced them, and filled them with both joy and grief for the life cut short. She began to wind down the song, and the images became more nebulous, and indistinct. A vague image of a young woman, standing in a field, tall and pretty, and with light brown hair, and green eyes, and a wide smile, a woman that might have been. She ended on a long note that emptied the scene, and everyone saw the room form around them again. Tammer was the cagy one, and he knew what to expect next. As Hyandai collapsed, he caught her in his still strong arms, and brought her down from the bar and sat her on her chair. It takes it out of them to do that. He said, and looked at Harlen. Shell be fine in a few minutes, but she may be tired the rest of the evening. Her golden eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, and she smiled faintly. I should have warned you about that. She said to Harlen. At elven funerals there are ushers who stand by just for that. She looked at the couple. Thank you. She said to them. They were both beaming happily. Why do you thank us? The man asked. It was you who granted the boon. He added. She smiled at them. But you asked it of me. She replied. You wanted me to do it, and it was an honor. She patted Harlens worried hand on her shoulder. You honored me by trusting me with her memories. The crowd was quiet still, murmuring here and there, and mostly just drying tears and several fathers felt the urge to leave, to go home and be with their families. Harlen, himself, wanted to check on Trevir as he sat. The couple thanked her again and went out the door, to wherever they would stay the night. Hyandai rose a few minutes later, and said. I would go home now, my lover, if we may. She looked exhausted, her eyes had dark blotches under them, a thing he had never seen before. He put an arm around her waist, and helped her home, gently. She collapsed on the bed upon reaching it, and fell asleep before even removing her clothes. Harlen laid beside her and embraced her until sleep took him, as well.

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Thirteen Harlen put his arm under Hyandais ribs and helped her stay on her feet. She felt wasted and thin, like she had spent months in a dark cell. He looked over the carnage in the room that Hyandai had wrought alone. Body parts lay strewn about, and whole bodies, cloven in two, heads, arms, and legs. She shuddered as she saw it too, as for the first time. No wonder they called me a witch. She muttered. Harlen started to move them forward again, toward the shattered doorway. You were magnificent. He said, kissing her hair. You looked like a warrior goddess from the old tales from Syriss. She looked at the ehladrel in his hand. It was the weapon. She said. There is a reason the orcs fear it. And my people seek its return. They came to the fallen body of Letharon. Hyandai looked at his still-shocked face. He was one of our greatest warriors, Harlen. She said, her voice heavy with sadness. Why did he do this? He asked. Some elven folk believe it a mistake to work closely with the humans, a minority, but a increasingly radical minority. The losses of the battles in the Windy Isles have caused them to begin a campaign to subvert the people away from the crowns will and turn us back inwards, like our Starre Island cousins. She shook her head. There are dark elves among them, as well, being as they share some goals. Harlen muttered. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. She knelt and closed Letharons eyes, needing the huntsmans help to regain her feet. I wish it were not so, but they see it that way, indeed. She looked back at Lotharon as Harlen guided her out the doorway. He was a hero once, and now has died defying the will of his people, the ones he swore to protect, it pains me to see him in such ignoble company upon a field of death. Harlen nodded. He chose the wrong path. He said. Becoming that which you hate to destroy another which you hate gains you nothing. I learned that the hard way. He gave her a wry smile. She kissed him on the cheek. Forgive yourself now, beloved. She said. They cautiously approached the stairs, but there was no movement in any of the side chambers. All the orcs, it seemed, had truly fled in terror at the wroth of the witch queen. Harlen could not blame them; he was more than a little frightened of the small woman who now leaned on him for support. As they descended the stairs, Harlen said. I thought you had to have a willing person to perform your spiritual leap into them. She shook her head. Only if you wish them to survive it. She looked at him with sad eyes. I was not concerned if the orcs minds were destroyed at my coming into them. She again looked at the ehladrel. I was not concerned for much, except defeating those that would stand in my way to freedom. It is a terrible weapon you hold, Harlen. It does not care who it destroys, so long as an elf wields it and believes in what he is doing. Isnt it that way with all weapons? He replied as he looked into the corridor toward the exit of the tower. She sighed and said. Yes, I guess it is. Again, there was nothing moving in the tower. The orcs had fled far from this place of terror for their kind. There may have been several hundreds in the fortress, but the word of the witch queen broke their will, and none of their kind would stand for being simply slaughtered. Harlen envied orcs their very selfish attitude, though it is also why they have achieved little in the world. He grinned realizing that selfishness gains an individual, and selflessness gains a people. They emerged into the darkness of early night. Hyandai scanned the surrounding hillocks and rock piles. There is nothing moving, save small animals. She pronounced. Was I truly so terrifying? She asked, looking at Harlen with large eyes. He nodded sadly. Yes. He said simply. She touched his cheek. Even for you? He looked away from her, breaking the contact with those green, luminous eyes. Yes. He said. To know my lover can destroy a mans mind with but a glance, or his body with a simple flick of her wrist. He looked back at her. How is a man to react to such terrifying power? She shrugged, a habit she had been increasingly using as she spent time with the man she loved. How am I to react to a man who could snap my neck like kindling? She said quietly. Or break my heart with a few little words. She added, her eyes dropping. You may not know it, but when I first met you, the very first human I had actually spoken to, and one of the first I had seen, I was terrified of you. You were so big and powerful, and moved like an animal, a bear stalking his wood. She smiled. But I needed to trust you, so I bit that back and trusted you. He smiled at the memory of their meeting, seemingly so long ago, but only, in reality, perhaps two weeks. Youre saying I should trust you now? She nodded. Please. Her eyes implored him. This was very important to her, and she knew if he could not trust her, their love was doomed. My power will never be used to hurt you, and you know that. He considered this as they descended the steps that led to the mouth of the fortress, both keeping wary eyes out on the field and surrounding environs. I guess that I do. He finally said. As I suppose you do, as well. She smiled and kissed his shoulder. With my very life. She whispered. They finally reached the first outlying rock piles and did their best to blend into them, and move quietly between the formations and small hills, leading back to the high pass to his home. Hyandai could not climb the steep path up to the pass this night, and they sought out some secluded location to pitch their blankets for a nights sleep. Harlen finally declared a spot somewhat suitable and they unfurled their beds. She immediately sought his touch as they lay down and he embraced her, knowing that to make her feel, even in the least, unwanted, would hurt her greatly. He soon realized he was drawing as much comfort from her as she was from him, and smiled into her cinnamon-scented hair as they both drifted into uneasy sleep. --- In the morning, Hyandai seemed much recovered, though there was still a noticeable darkening around her eyes. She awoke Harlen with a passionate kiss, they both smiled at the bright morning that greeted them as they moved from the shadows of the cleft they had chosen for a shelter. He sought out a vantage point and used his spyglass to peer back down at the fortress. Our friends didnt stay scared for too long. He said, with a sour expression on his face. Theyre back, and in force. She nodded. We must be cautious, then. She murmured as he clambered down the rocks he had stood upon. They will not tarry with us again, they will try to kill us, and may even have gifted among them now, their own magicians. The two ate quickly of their nearly depleted stores of food, and rolled their beds up and tossed them into their packs. Hyandai took possession of the ehladrel and strapped it to her back, as Harlen remembered her brother wearing his. I will only use it if I must, beloved. She said as he looked on her with worried eyes while she tied it over her shoulder. He seemed satisfied with that, and nodded curtly as he took several of his arrows and refilled Hyandais now empty quiver. They set off to climb the steep path, and managed to finish their ascent by noon, though Hyandai was completely spent at the finish, and Harlen had to nearly carry her. They peered down at the fortress. Bands of the orcs were fanning out from it, and he pulled forth his spyglass again. Two groups of over a dozen of the foul creatures were pressing toward the pass they had ascended. He examined them as best he could at this distance. They seemed to be searching as they went, meaning they had not already spotted the two of them. Hyandai sat upon a stone, leaning on a larger one next to it. They pursue us? She said quietly. Harlen said. Yes, and two groups seem to be coming this way. He looked again. Perhaps thirty in total. She sighed. I cannot fight off that many again, betrothed. Said quietly. It would kill me. He looked at her a long moment. I know. He said. Can you walk farther? She nodded, but it had no emphasis to it. A ways, but not far. She said. Then come, we will leave the pass and hide to let you regain your strength. He said, taking her hand and guiding her northward. They explored up high onto the side of the mountain, peering into its crevasses and under its stone-littered sides. Harlen was cautious the whole time to mask the signs of their passing. Finally, he found a small hollow under a large boulder, and they took shelter within. It was barely large enough for the two of them to lie flat and side by side, but neither seemed to mind. Harlen stacked stones in his best guess of the look of random rubble outside the entrance to mask it from all but the closest scrutiny. They then laid within and rested, and spoke softly, at the times when they were both wakeful. Hyandai was very concerned that there may be more elves of minds akin to Lotharons. She did not relish returning the ehladrel to her folk, only to have it again seized by zealots. Harlen shrugged at that. I dont see how it can be protected absolutely. He said. You need it, but are afraid to use it. Not a pleasant dilemma. She agreed. The dichotomy of power, I guess. She murmured into his neck. She began kissing his exposed throat. Touching her bare spine beneath her half top, Harlen smiled and said. You seem to be recovering your energy. We should probably go in the morning. She responded to his gentle touch by pressing herself against him more firmly. Would that I had the energy for a night of love. She said wistfully, kissing his neck again. Harlen smiled and stroked her hair and back. I do to. He whispered into her pointed ear. They both dozed fitfully through the night, and finally the sky began to brighten with the coming of the sun. Before the orb of fire could clear the near horizon, they were moving among the rocks of the pass, keeping to cover as much as they could, and warily scanning the paths before them. Hyandai heard the tread of heavily booted feet first, and pulled Harlen into a small cleft between two stones, turning her back to the outside and flipping up her hood. A group of half a dozen orcs moved past, led by one of the big brutes. They seemed engrossed in discussing what they would do to the human and elf witch if they caught them. What the orcs lacked in imagination, they made up for in cruelty. After the group had passed out of hearing, the couple slipped onto the path again, and by mid afternoon had reached the top of the steep descent to the valley between the ranges of jagged-edged peaks. Harlen scanned the valley floor for any sign of motion and found four groups of under a dozen orcs were down there, but none near the pass at the moment. The couple descended as fast as they dared risk, several times falling for a short distance and hurting an arm or leg, but nothing serious. They finally reached the bottom just after full dark, with Hyandai gently guiding Harlen by the arm and whispered verbal directions. She led them from the bottom of the path and out into the broken stone piles and crevasses. They found a good-looking spot and made camp for the night. The last of their food was used then, and they also emptied their water skins. Harlen said. We can refill the bottles once out of the mountains, for certain. And I can hunt us some game when we get to the forest. She nodded as she ate her bread and hard tack. Suddenly, she leapt to her feet, grabbing at the ehladrel with both hands. Her eyes adopted the cold look again, and her face set with determination. Then she was gone, Harlen blinking at her sudden disappearance. He drew his sword out, but did not see far in the moonless overcast sky. There were sounds in the rocks, the singing of steel on steel then grunts of pain or surprise. A few moments after it started, it stopped. An eerie dead silence fell on the area, and Harlen could hear his own heartbeat. Pounding hard and fast in his chest as he breathed shallow and fast, as well, worried for his lover as much for the danger she represented as that which she was exposing herself too. A minute or two later, she reappeared near him. Why did you not say something? He demanded as he made out her shape nearing him. I could not, Harlen. She said. There was no time, the orcs had to be dealt with. Her eyes were still cold and hard as ice. He looked at her with wide eyes. She squatted beside him and put the heirloom down. Please, Harlen, do not hold the actions I take while holding that thing against me. She whispered, with tears in her eyes. He shrugged. It seems you elven folk have a lot of times that you can act without wanting to be held accountable. His face showed a bit of anger, and resentment. Do you never take credit for your own actions? She could not meet his eye. I ask much of you, I know. She said. But I would not ask for your forgiveness for them if I felt I was not worthy of it. He could see tears running down her cheeks. I am trying to get both of us out of this alive, betrothed. She said, now looking at him. For I wish to spend many, many more days with you, and would not have them cut short. Harlens expression softened somewhat. I know, Hyandai. He said. But I am a grown man, please stop behaving as if I cannot be part of our protection. She nodded. I will try. She said. But, that weapon was crafted before man was forging metals and tilling fields. She looked at him sidelong. It does not realize that man is a race that stands proud this day, and does not need looking after, as they did in those times. He tried to think of time in such a scale, but could not; he had no frame of reference. It was widely known that elves had the first real civilization in Feldare, and that they taught many secrets to men who lived lives as little better than animals. That was even in the Book of the One, which called elves the angelis feldaris, or the angels of the land. They were exempted from the Church, unless they sought it out, and were not to be proselytized to, as the Book requires devotees to do to other men, for they were already blessed by the One. He thought about her words. Im sorry, angel. He said, recalling that term from the Book. Then looked at her lovely face, with its tears. I wish I could stop making you cry. He murmured and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled. My fears make me cry, not you. She said, touching his arms. I fear you ultimately finding me too alien to love. Her eyes were earnest, and she seemed to be examining him in the darkness. I sometimes feel that I am, that all elves are. Harlen laughed at that, a bit more loudly than was probably a good idea, given their circumstance, but it raised Hyandais hopes, nonetheless. You think yourself too alien to love? He asked. I fear you will find that I am not a worthy vessel for yours, being only a human. They laid upon the blanket, touching each other gently in the darkness. There is nothing about being a human to be called only, my betrothed. She said. Despite your short lives, you accomplish, with ease, things that elves spend more than a lifetime of man trying to master. She touched his arm. Did you know our generals in time of war are often humans? He shook his head. I did not. He said. Why is that? She smiled. We are horrible strategists. She said, giggling. We can do fine in small fights, but when it comes to the art of making real war, humans are, without contest, the masters. Harlen gave a small smile. A dubious honor, I concede. He looked up at the low-flying clouds. She said. Perhaps. But there are other ways in which you of the third race make us nearly livid with envy. She cast her mind back. Your children, for example, and your ability to live nearly anywhere in Feldare, and thrive. How blessed would be the lives of the elder race if we could dwell, like man, in the hills, and on the plains, and even in the mountains. Harlen blinked, the idea of Elven folk being jealous of humanity was quite surprising. Do your people really feel that way? He asked. She nodded. Some so much so they wish us to stop dealing with men altogether. She said. And I do not believe in their rhetoric that the elder race is superior. The two simply have differing survival strategies. She nuzzled into his neck and kissed his chin. I believe if you cannot defeat them, then you should embrace them. This brought a chuckle to Harlen, though a kernel of what she said resonated true. What would become of the elves if they intermingled with humanity too much? There were half elven men, naturally, but what of elven culture and society? Such thoughts were beyond the huntsman. It was his place only to worry for the times and situations he found himself within in his days. He stroked Hyandais soft hair and breathed deep her cinnamon scent. If the elves pass into history, it will be a sore loss. Harlen finally said. Hyandai rose to her elbows. As a race, we are still strong Harlen. She whispered. I should not have burdened you with our woes as a species. Then she frowned into the darkness. Certainly not when I am, perhaps, furthering those woes. This last came out as less than a whisper. You should not heed the words of a traitor to your own people. The huntsman said, a twinge of worry in his voice. He spoke words that would cause you to doubt yourself. Dont even give him that much victory. She nodded. I shall try, betrothed. She said and lowered herself to nuzzle his neck again. After a short while both drifted off to sleep. --- Harlen awoke first, for a change, and slipped from the small crevasse they were sheltering in. After a few minutes of exploring and climbing, he found a reasonably good vantage point and scanned the valley he could see with his spyglass. By the time he had satisfied himself that there were no orcs within some distance of them, Hyandai had crawled from their little shelter. Anything? She asked, peering up at him on top of a small mound of stones. Nothing for as far as I can see from here. Harlen replied. I can only see a short ways, though. If we wish to move, we should be cautious, and move north first. He began climbing down the steep, treacherous side of the rock pile. As they packed their gear, Harlen asked. Why is it you say that Letharon had an accomplice within the elven community? He knew of my coming. She said. And from what I can remember, he left our village about the same time the ehladrel went missing. I did not leave until almost six months had passed. So someone from the village must have told him? Harlen ventured. The elf nodded. Slipping her blanket into her small pack. And I worry that we may encounter this person, or maybe persons, on our way back. Her face grew somber. There is also the matter of who it may be. I dread knowing, for it will surely be someone I knew and trusted. She locked her emerald eyes upon Harlen. It will break my heart if and when I discover who it may be. Pondering the weight of that thought, Harlen finished his packing and they began moving northward. They moved slowly among the large formations of stones, often they were forced to backtrack as a potential path turned out to be a dead end. Progress northward was painfully slow, but they were not pressed yet for time. Their supplies would last them five more days, or more if they were cautious. Water might become an issue, but the rains were plentiful this season, and the small ponds they ran across were potable, if not palatable. As the sun passed beyond the western peaks, early in the evening, as the sunset always is in this narrow cleft between ranges, they sought out shelter amid a tiny copse of stunted trees. Hyandai was relieved to be among trees, even diminutive ones clinging to life in a tight knot. Harlen could see much tension flow from her as she simply sat among the boughs of the small trees shelter. Her emerald eyes seemed to sparkle more and her hair gained its luster. Were elves so closely tied to the wood? He thought, but decided that they must be, for the changes in her appearance were mirrored in her behavior. She became more playful that evening, and even more affectionate, showering him with little kisses and caresses throughout their late supper and as they prepared for sleep. As Harlen lay down, Hyandais hands were exploring his body, already seeking out the places she could touch and arouse his lusts. Far from minding, he was elated and responded quite enthusiastically. While they seemed to be far from adventurous in their lovemaking that night, they were certainly both energetic, though she spared him the ordeal of feeding him more energy for multiple rounds. The one bout they partook of was more than sufficient to sate their desires, and they lay afterwards in a happy embrace. What shall we do when we get back to Morrovale? Harlen asked her as he stroked her smooth shoulder. She looked up into the starry night. I suppose we need to get this home to my people. Said Hyandai. Then I will be released from the oath I spoke to my clan and can go my way. Then come back to you. Can I not go with you? He asked. She nodded. I will say you can, as now you have helped me complete this quest. She paused a long moment. But you may find that your coming will be met with mixed feelings, I fear. If you think it allowable, then I will come with you, nonetheless. Harlen murmured. I would not be parted from you unless need be. She idly stroked his chest. I had thought that would be your mind on it. She said. I will gladly present my betrothed to my people, whether they approve or not. I am not shamed by my choice of a mate. Harlen smiled into the darkness and kissed her forehead. And I am honored by your choice. He said. --- They awoke to a loud sound nearby. Hyandai was on her feet first, her nude form light against the dark backdrop of the small knoll of trees. She peered into the darkness, reaching for the ehladrel with uncertain fingers. What is it? Harlen whispered as she found the long, ornately sculpted weapon. She glared down at him. Still your tongue, human. She hissed and searched the darkness again. Harlen blinked at the sharp, mildly insulting rebuke, and then saw the glint of that blasted weapon in her hands. Shaking his head, he rose from the blankets, and slipped on his pants as she moved a short way toward the edge of the wood. She came back in a moment. Orcs. She whispered. About a dozen. Her eyes were furtive in the limited light, and Harlen realized he could see them. It was no illusion that made elven eyes light in the dark; they really did so. We should leave, then. Harlen said. She nodded, but her expression was one of disappointment. Agreed. Let us pack camp quietly and move quickly. They stowed their gear and were moving toward the edge of the little copse when a shout went up from the orcish camp. Hyandai grabbed his arm and broke into a full run, casting stealth aside, and hoping the cloaks would protect them from prying eyes. He stumbled here and there a little, as she leaped over an obstacle that he could not quite make out in the near darkness of the starlit night. He had his sword drawn now, and she carried the ehladrel. As they turned a corner around a sizable mound of boulders, they came face to face with three of the larger sort of orcs who were just as surprised to see the couple. Before the orcs could so much as grunt out their shock, one died with the elven weapon slitting him from neck to groin. The other two had barely begun to move when Harlen thrust the broadsword through ones gullet, releasing a gout of thick, red blood. The ehladrel moved in a graceful arc in the starlight, and came full circle just in time to catch the other large orcs charge, and Hyandai gracefully slipped aside as the headless corpse flopped onto the ground. Again, she grabbed his hand and they ran. It was almost an hour before she slowed down, and they cast about for somewhere to lie for the remainder of the darkening hours of the night. They finally found a small patch of level ground among some high stones and slipped into the relative shelter of the hidden space. Harlen tossed out his blanket, flapping it to get rid of some dirt and leaves from the site they had just fled. You sure get an attitude when you pick that thing up. He said, nodding toward the ehladrel. Hyandai cast her eyes toward the weapon. I know, I am sorry for that, my love. She murmured. It just takes over, or at least something in it makes me feel like I am not really me anymore. Harlen slipped off his soft-soled boots and looked up at Hyandai as she sat next to him, kicking off her own footwear. She turned toward him. Those are not my thoughts, or words, Harlen, you must believe me. She said, her eyes filled with worry. I do angel. Harlen replied. They propped their weapons within easy reach, Hyandai had Harlen move the ehladrel, not wishing to touch the powerful item until she must. She curled up against him, her small hands on his chest and her lovely face pressed to his neck. Harlen sighed as she breathed gently into his neck and hair, she was quickly asleep, her breathing becoming slow, even, and deep. He stroked her fiery hair gently as she slept, and he watched her eyes twitch in the dim moonlight. He wondered what she dreamed of, and wished fervently he could join her in them. Perhaps she was in her homeland, among the great ornthalion trees that her people so adored. The man tried to imagine what it must be like to roam in an elven wood. Would it be like a park, the wooded garden that the duke had on his manor grounds? Or was it more like the woods he hunted daily, but more so? As he watched the skies, he detected motion there, a slight motion, but there were stars winking out then back on again. He furrowed his brow and watched the moving shape more closely. An eagle? He wondered. Or, maybe, a hawk? Were their enemies in the air as well as on the ground? Harlen shuddered at the thought of having enemies so powerful that they could take to the sky to thwart Hyandais goals. It was an owl, he finally realized, hearing a distant hoot high above him. He smiled upward at his fellow hunter and let himself doze as well. --- Awaken, human, we must move quickly. Hyandai said, that cold tone told him, even before he pried his eyes open, that she was holding the ehladrel. He sat up and looked at her. She had blood on her legs and one arm, and the ehladrel was coated in the sticky red stuff. He pulled his boots on and grabbed his blanket even as he took to his feet. Hyandai was already slinging her bow over her shoulder. There are more, but they hesitate to follow me. She said. Harlen smiled. I dont doubt that, Hyandai. He said. You frighten me pretty bad, and youre not trying to kill me. She gave him an impatient look. You speak casually to me, human, this is not the time for banter. She said, her voice dripping with self-superiority. He had enough of this crap, he decided. Listen you arrogant elf. He said, shoving his blanket into his small knapsack. You didnt condescend to me when I was fucking you the other day. Hyandai blinked a few times, and her eyes took on a faraway look. Harlen, please do not grow angry with me. She whispered, though her eyes did not meet his. It is not you or me, it is the ehladrel. He nodded. That piece of elven steel is going to talk you right into a lonely walk home, Hyandai. He said, hefting his pack and grabbing his bow. I suggest putting it away for now. The elven womans brow furrowed and she picked up her blanket and rolled the ehladrel within its cloth folds. Soon she had a bundle about four feet long and almost a foot around. This she tied a piece of rope around and slung from her shoulder, beside her quiver. The couple set out, not speaking or even walking close to one another. Hyandai could feel the anger and resentment radiating from Harlen. It reminded her of the forced march from the cave toward Morrovale, when he had grown cold toward her and how she had cried most of that long walk in the rain. The weight of the ehladrel pressed against her back. She would not leave it where she could casually grab it up. Hyandai promised herself to never tell Harlen of the mornings events, unless she must. She had arisen early and slipped intentionally from the camp and sought out a small group of patrolling orcs. It had been a bloodbath, quite literally, but one had managed to run away. She had put them both at risk just to satisfy some drive of the weapons. She had awakened and picked it up. She longed even now to hold it, to feel that power course through her sinews and give her strength, grace, and most of all, power. Im becoming addicted to it. She thought. Its power is seductive. Harlen looked back over his shoulder and helped her up a steep incline of rocks and she caught herself almost refusing his proffered hand. She forced an unfelt smile to her lips, and his expression softened a little. What would she do if she alienated him fully? She wondered. They were climbing the pass that led east back to the duchy, and safety. Apparently, the orcs had not thought to look this far afield, or the ones that would normally be around this area had been wiped out in the battle down below, at the bottom of the pass. Harlen ventured this theory, and Hyandai agreed. Or else it is a trap, she thought. Her mouth stayed still, though. Harlen had just crested the last steep climb of the pass on this side and turned to watch her progress up the broken slope. With horror in her emerald eyes, she watched, as his expression grew puzzled, then he turned about to face the heights of the pass. As he turned, a black-shafted arrow came into view, piercing his right shoulder deeply. She screamed as another arrow struck his stomach and he bent double. Everything was happening in slow motion now. She heard the ehladrel cry out to her. Free me! It screamed in her mind. Use me! A third arrow missed her lover as he collapsed to the stony ground. She found herself unwrapping the rope from the ehladrel as the orcs that had shot Harlen came forward to finish their chore. Thrusting her hand into the blanket she grasped the weapon. A cry went up among the half dozen orcs as they saw her, knowing that more interesting captives were not in the offing. A bow twanged among the orcs and an arrow flew toward her. As if by itself, the ehladrel interposed itself between her and the arrow, it sank into the blanket and struck steel. She swung the weapon, and the blanket flew away from it, unfurling and fluttering to the ground. Another orc loosed an arrow at her, but it, like its companion, failed to find its target. She let loose with a blood curdling curse in orcish and charged them. Harlens fading vision witnessed his beloved running full speed toward a half dozen large, armored orcs. Their little battle line faltered at the sight of a tiny elven maiden coming at them. Two fired at once, their arrows shattering upon the ehladrels metal body. Harlen could not remain conscious, he felt his head droop, but did not feel it strike the stones beneath him. The first orc died horribly, cut in half at the waist by an almost negligent shift in the ehladrels already blurring path. She was among them almost instantly and they cried in sheer terror as one after another of them gave up their lives to the elven weapon that they called the Bane of the Chosen. Two tried to run, but she stopped them with a rapid, precise motion, slicing their hamstrings with the razor tip of the weapon. They tried to keep crawling, and Hyandai dispatched them unsympathetically, spearing them in the spine with the ehladrel and only pulling it forth when they stopped moving completely. She returned to Harlen, and knelt beside him. The stomach wound was bleeding heavily, and she feared him already dead. However, she felt for his pulse and found a reedy thing there, intermittent and weak. Quickly, she pulled his shirt up and healed the wound, reddening her lips in her haste with her lovers own lifeblood. The arrow in his shoulder had broken off beneath the skin and she cursed her inability to get it out after a couple of attempts that caused him to cry out in pain. His eyes popped open and he winced at the agony coming to him through the pierced shoulder. Did you? He asked, looking toward the orcs. She nodded. They are no longer a threat to us. She whispered with a smile. But you are wounded and I cannot heal it, the tip remains. Sweat was standing out from his brow. I cannot move that arm, I think the head is lodged in the bones. He grimaced. You will have to get it out. Hyandai blanched. I cannot, beloved. She said. Her eyes looked frightened and repulsed at the same time. I know not how to perform such acts. Sitting up with an exaggerated motion, Harlen said. You have to. I cannot climb down the pass like this, much less fight if that comes up. He said. Her eyes took on a haunted look. I will try. She said quietly. But you will have to guide me. Harlen nodded and propped his good shoulder against a large gray stone. He took his skinning knife from his belt. Use this, its very sharp. He said. You will have to cut flesh until you can get the barbs loose enough to pull it out. She winced at the mere suggestion of cutting him. Her fingers felt numb as she took the knife. She felt clumsy and stupid now, something that did not come easily to an elven mind. The sweat was rolling off of Harlens brow now. Okay, angel, you need to start cutting around it, go very slowly and feel ahead for large blood vessels. Pain lanced through Harlens arm as she put blade to wound and began cutting. She had tears rolling down her cheeks and her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of concentration and sadness. He could feel the blood soaking his tunics back and hoped she had not cut anything vital. The sound of gritting teeth disturbed her and she stopped. I am hurting you too much. She said Harlens voice was strained. No! Keep going. He said. His eyes had a look of determined abstinence in them. There was a sharp pain as she moved the arrow in the wound, and then another, even sharper pain as she took hold of it with finger and thumb, and pulled. It had been imbedded in the bone and he felt a massive shock pass through him as it came loose, tearing more muscle and skin as it released its barbed grip on him. Hyandai threw the three inches of steel-tipped wood away from herself, gory with blood and small bits of meat. She shivered throughout her body and her weeping grew louder. By the Sprits, that was not pleasant. Chuckling, Harlen said, Truer words may never have been spoken. She looked at him. You can laugh at a moment like this? She asked. You will find humans can laugh even as their heads are laid upon the headsmans block. Harlen replied. She gently blew upon the mangled shoulder, and the chipped bone mended, then the meat grew together, and the skin filled in. A new, pink skin now stood in that spot, healed fully. Harlen smiled as he rotated that shoulder. You did very well, beloved. He said as Hyandai morosely looked at him. I suppose. She muttered to herself. Her hands were trembling and her own brow was now glistening with perspiration. Kissing her gently on the brow, Harlen stood up and picked up his bow. We should try to get down the pass by tonight. He said. His gray cloak flapped in the stiff gusts coming from the woodlands of his home. The farther we get from that damn fortress, the better. With a nod, Hyandai regained her feet and handed Harlen back his skinning knife. When he took it, she yanked her hand back like it was a snake or large spider. Given she was coated partially in dried orc blood, her revulsion by the small knife confused Harlen a bit, but he simply sheathed the small blade and they both headed toward the west. As they passed the fallen orcs, he noted that they were killed pretty messily, and further, two were struck from behind. He did not feel much sympathy for the brutes. They had fired upon him with no warning, and deserved no quarter from himself or from his lover. They crossed through the pass uneventfully, moving quickly, and with little caution. They wished to leave these infested mountains and regain the relative safety of the woodlands below. Finally, the far end was reached, and they regarded the steep descent to the hills below. A large portion of the army was still encamped below them. Harlen guessed they were hunting out isolated knots of orcs in the hills. He passed on word that the orcs were thick in the mountains, they may well head up into the high passes to rid the countryside of even more of the foul beings. Night had fallen as they reached the lower hills. A guard challenged them as they approached the camp. It was the youth Hyandai had kissed for a blessing, Dannes. He immediately became very friendly upon hearing her soft voice in the night. Do you not recognize the woman who blessed you for battle, Dannes? He grinned so broadly that his teeth shone in the darkening airs. Indeed I do, Lady Hyandai, and I still walk under that blessings shield. She stepped close to the youth. He regarded her in the dim light that the camps fires provided at the distance of the perimeter guards. It is good to see you two again. He said. We worried for you when some of us spotted you climbing the pass during the battle. The elven woman smiled. We are fine, young Dannes. She said. But we need to rest. We have had orcs pursuing us for days. The lad nodded and waved them past him. Proceed, then. He said. Let me not hold you from well-deserved respite. All the noblemen had returned to Morrovale. In their place, they left Farridin, captain of the East Marches. He was common born, but a man of much respect and no small renown in the duchy. As they moved through the encampment, Hyandai was impressed with the number of women among the contingent that remained after the initial battle, almost a third of the force. A surly guard escorted the couple to the captain who seemed quite delighted to see them. I hear you forewarned us about the surprise attack that first night out. He said to Hyandai after introductions had been made. She nodded hesitantly. Farridin was a huge man, nearly twice Harlens weight and over a foot taller. The image of an ogre would not leave her minds eye as the huge middle-aged man moved about the pavilion tent. He clapped Harlen on the shoulder. You did well, too, I hear! The captain said. Better than when you were under my command as a scout. Harlen smiled wanly. I had hoped you would have forgotten by now, sir. He said. Farridin chuckled. Not much chance of that, Harlen. He rumbled. None of my other scouts ever routed a army single handedly. Hyandai raised an eyebrow at this. Captain? She asked. Please tell this tale, Harlen seems to have forgotten it. The captain handed each a tall glass of wine and bade them sit in large folding canvas-bottomed chairs. Well. He said, smiling at Harlens obvious discomfort. Harlen was sent to scout out a enemy force. We were at war with a neighboring barony. Even though we were winning handily, it was costing a lot of good men. He sipped his wine and smacked his lips appreciatively at the taste. He ran across one of their scouts, and they had a bow-duel, which Harlen won handily. It was just after dark, and our man here slips into the other mans uniform and into their camp in the night. He not only scouted the camp, but accidentally killed the baron who was determined to have a war with us. He refilled his and Hyandais glasses; Harlens was still half full. Now, by accidentally, I mean Harlen was trying to kidnap him, and use him as ransom or to force the army to withdraw. He chuckled. After he had clubbed the baron unconscious he was carrying the body out of the camp when one of the enemys patrols happened upon him. They were suspicious of something, but they thought it was smuggling a woman into the camp. When Harlen protested that it was no body he carried, one of the guards pierced it with his spear. Ho ho, says the guard, and laughs as he pulls back the blanket. Imagine the horror on his face when he realized he had just impaled his own lord. The captain laughed again. Well, they were so stunned that Harlen managed to knock them out, as well, and he escaped with the barons corpse. Without the baron to drive his knights and captains to war, they sued for truce and returned to their lands. He snorted. It was over with but a single death. He laughed some more and refilled all three glasses. When Hyandai spoke again, she had a noticeable slur to her musical voice. Is there anything else about my beloved you can enlighten me with? She asked, giving Harlen a wink. The captain eyed both of them. Not the kind of tales Id speak to a lady maam. He said, and clapped Harlens shoulder again. Lets just say that it is fortunate that Master Harlen is faster than the merchants when they are chasing men away from their daughters. Her lover blushed as Hyandai regarded him with a smile. This forced her to giggle a little. Well, I, for one, am glad of the practice that those merchants daughters provided. She said. The captain and Hyandai laughed a moment, and then looked at a very uncomfortable Harlen. Come, young Harlen. The captain bellowed. What vexes you? The huntsman shrugged. I do not know, captain Farridin. I fear this matter with the orcs is worse than it first appears. He filled the commander in on the goings-on in the mountains, studiously leaving out the part of an elf in the matter. The captain grew serious then, and listened intently to what was effectively a scouts report to the captain, something these two men had done many times in years ago. I will clear these beasts out, then. The captain rumbled. It serves us ill to kill the ones in these hills, then have fresh orcs simply flow in from the mountains. He pondered things a moment longer, then begged leave to speak to his lieutenants. Harlen took Hyandais hand and led her unsteady feet from the pavilion after farewells were exchanged. A young man came up to them. The captain has ordered quarters for you two, sir. He said, bowing slightly. He led them to a large tent and inside. I am to provide any services you need, sir. He said, standing inside the flap. Harlen looked at him a moment. Can you bring us some warm food, and some beer? Then you can go. The boy left the tent and returned a few minutes later, laden with a large platter of food, mostly meats and tubers. He also carried two large mugs of beer in his other hand. The lad had a future in barmaiding, Harlen thought. After they had eaten, Harlen asked a passing soldier if there were baths in the camp. He nodded and pointed toward a small enclosure of canvas. One had a crudely painted triangle on its flap; the other had a disturbingly shaped penis marking its flap. Harlen chuckled as he and Hyandai prepared to go take baths and relax after in the safety of the camp.

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Fourteen As Hyandai entered the bathing enclosure, she noted that she could hear giggling from beyond the canvas. She pulled the flap aside an inch or two and peered into the bathing area. The enclosure had no roof, and the stars overhead twinkled dimly through the dimly-glowing haze that spread over the campsite. The area itself was lit dimly with several torches guttering from poles driven into the ground at the enclosures center. A great expanse of oilcloth had been laid out to form a floor of sorts for the chamber, and to prevent it turning into a mud pit. In a tight cluster were six large, wooden tubs. Two long benches sat inside the entry flap and there was a wooden framework with cloaks hanging upon it right beside those benches. There were three women lying in the tubs in the middle of the room chatting as they bathed. All three were young, none older than twenty-five summers. She quietly slipped through the curtain and began to disrobe. As she did so, the women quit speaking causing Hyandai to glance nervously at them. Dont be a stranger, Hyandai. One of the women said. She was a blonde woman with densely packed freckles on her face and shoulders. Please, come speak with us. She splashed the water in the tub next to hers, which was empty. Hyandai, in her shyness, had tried to take the tub farthest from the tight little knot of women. Obviously, this was not to be, however. With a nervous smile, she walked toward the indicated tub. She noted all three women watching her as she walked, she saw the freckled one leaning toward the nearest woman. By the One, shes gorgeous. The girl with the freckles whispered in a tone few humans could have heard from across the enclosure. Of course, Hyandais sensitive ears heard it perfectly and she blushed a bright pink. The freckled womans friend, a pretty brunette with thick, wavy hair, said, And shes got good ears, too, Maegan. Then broke into peals of laughter as Maegan turned even more crimson than Hyandai and smiled sheepishly. Hyandai smiled and stepped into the tub, it was only lukewarm, but more than adequate to get the grime of travel off of herself. She laid back, luxuriating in the mild warmth and the feeling of buoyancy. Thank you. She finally said in reply to Maegans compliment. Youre very pretty too, Maegan, and your freckles simply add even more character to your loveliness. Hyandai said. Maegan blushed again, and then laughed. I apologize for trying to be sly with my words, Lady Hyandai. She said. Its just that Id only seen you at a distance before, and never imagined how very pretty you truly were. The brown-haired girl giggled as well. Be careful, Lady Hyandai, else youll make Maegan here rethink her preferences. She said. Maegan, also laughing, splashed her with a great gout of water for her lip. You just watch yourself, Tessa. Maegan warned, her gray eyes flashing. Dont think I didnt see you looking at Wendy like she was a prime little lad. At those words, the girl who had remained silent throughout the exchange made a rather forlorn little squeaking sound and seemed to shrink into the tub more than she already had been. Hyandai immediately took more interest in the girl. She noted that the shy ones hair was almost blue in color, and wondered at that. How do you come by that color of hair, Wendy? Hyandai asked, smiling encouragingly at the younger woman. Uh. Wendy said. Well. She added after a moment. Its from berries. She finally stammered out. This sent the other two women into a fit of raucous laughter, so much so that Tessa actually lost her grip on the edge of her tub and managed to dunk herself into the water. She sat back up sputtering and still laughing a moment later. You, youve got to tell her why. She said, squeezing the words out between laughing and coughing from inhaled water. Hyandai immediately felt pity for the poor girl. This was terribly embarrassing for Wendy, but it did seem to be also genuinely funny. Please, explain. She said, keeping an absolutely straight face. When the girl looked toward her, she locked eyes with Hyandais deep emerald orbs. Her own blue eyes opened widely. She slowly sat up straighter as Hyandai seemed to feed her confidence through the eye contact. I was trying out a new soap recipe, and it called for strawberries. She said, her ends of her mouth quirked upward a fraction of an inch. Well, I had no strawberries, so I used blueberries instead. Maegan and Tessa fell into laughter again. Tessa patted the young womans shoulder. After a long moment, Wendy started giggling along with the other two, and once she had done that, Hyandai began laughing as well, refusing to laugh at the young woman, but quite willing to laugh with her. --- Harlen walked into the mens bathing area, and looked about. There were a dozen large tubs set into a circle about the open space withing the canvas walls. The floor had a huge amount of oil cloth covering it, and there were several long benches lining the outer wall. Two torches illuminated the enclosure with their flames. Only two of them had occupants. The two men sat next to one another and watched the hunter enter. One murmured something to the other, and the others eyes widened with realization. Huntsman! He exclaimed. Come, take a tub near to us, we would speak with you, if it isnt an imposition. Harlen smiled slightly and shrugged. He walked around the other tubs to the one next to the one who had spoken, a young man with an eyepatch. I always welcome good conversation. He said as he disrobed and stepped into the tub. I dont know about good, but it should be entertaining, anyway. The talkative one said. I am Lanner, and this is my friend, Willem. He pointed to the other young man, about the same age as the speaker. They were both perhaps two years Harlens junior, or so he judged. Willem finally spoke. I saw you with the elven lady, Hyandai. He said. Shes amazing, from what I hear. Harlen nodded. My name is Harlen. He replied. Weve traveled together some days now. And she is Amazing that is. Shes amazingly beautiful. Lanner said, grinning broadly. Youre a lucky man. Even if you only get to walk beside her from day to day. Every time I hear her voice, I remind myself of that, Lanner. Harlen said as he began scrubbing himself. And every time she smiles, too. Are you two to wed? Willem asked, feeling bold with either friendliness or simplicity. Harlen thought a moment. I honestly do not know. He answered. And it will be most of a year before I find out. Theres a burden to carry, eh, Willem? Said Lanner. Imagine not knowing if the most beautiful woman you can ever hope to have may leave you in a year. He looked at Harlen. In that way, Harlen, I do not envy you. Willem nodded, and his face took on a mildly sad expression. I do feel for you, Mister Harlen. He said. I wish you the Ones grace in that matter. Harlen tried to push back the doubts that Lanners words had created in his mind. Thank you Willem. The huntsman said. But, we move onto lighter things. Lanner said. We will be having beer at our companys tents tonight, Master Harlen. If you wish to join in some small revelry, please feel free to come. And, naturally, Lady Hyandai may come as well. I will keep that in mind, Trooper Lanner. Harlen replied. Though I cannot promise much. Hyandai and I are weary from our trek in the mountains, and she may desire only sleep. The two younger men rose from their tubs and dried off. As they cast cloaks about their shoulders and prepared to leave the bathing area, Willem turned to Harlen again. She will choose you, Master Harlen. He said earnestly. Youre one of the best-known and best thought of men in the duchy. Harlen stared after the young man as he turned again and followed his friend through the flap. I wish I shared that confidence. He murmured to the empty enclosure. Harlen let himself slide down in the tub and let his muscles relax. The water was barely warm enough to be comfortable, but it would suffice. Soon, with his mind wandering over the events of the last few days, he drifted off to sleep. --- Hyandai received the bottle from Maegan and took a sip from it. This stuff was good, she decided, handing the bottle over to Wendy. It burned a little as it went down, but then seemed to explode into a general warmth throughout her. It had a mild aftertaste, but she could not place it. What did you call this? Hyandai asked Tessa, noting that her voice slurred a little as she spoke. The four women had abandoned their tubs in favor of the two long benches set near the entrance. Hyandai sat next to the petite Wendy, and the other two women sat next to one another. The bottle, something with no makers label, and only etched with two Xs upon its side, passed among the four women freely, each drawing off little sips, and passing it along. Itsh my daddysh brew. Tessa said, her voice slurring even worse than Hyandais. He makesh it with pertatoes. Maegan giggled at Tessa. Youre drunk. She accused her friend. When youre drunk, you cant say pototoes. Tessa was taller than any of the other women here, by almost a head. I reshent that. She said, standing to her full height. I can so pay sotatoes. Then she blinked, her face adopting a blank expression for a moment. Oh dear. She said, finally. I think I need the latrine. The tall woman hastily grabbed up her long cloak and ran for the flap, trying to don it as she bolted. Ah, blast! Said Maegan. I better go tend to her, else some young soldier will likely take advantage. She grabbed up her own cloak and headed for the flap. I wouldnt want to miss out on a good soldier. She said over her shoulder, winking at Hyandai and Wendy. Hyandai rose from her place next to Wendy, turning to the young woman. I find myself untired. Hyandai said. Would you like to walk for a while? Wendys eyes widened as she smiled and nodded. She stood from the bench and took her cloak from a peg. Removing her own cloak and bundling her other clothes under her arm, Hyandai took the young womans hand and led her from the bathing enclosure. Wendy proved to be very good company, Hyandai discovered. She was also knowledgeable about many things, especially herbs and what the young woman called home alchemy. After they had walked the length of the encampment, and even as far out as the sentries on the south side. They now stood on a low rise that overlooked the campsite. The fires down in the shallow valley created an artificial star field below that echoed the much vaster one above. A cooling breeze blew down off the mountains, and sent shivers down Hyandais spine as the curls of wind snuck beneath her cloak and caressed the bare flesh beneath. One of the sentries had just passed by the pair and had nodded in acknowledgment before moving on down the slope on his rounds. Wendy turned and looked at Hyandai with staring eyes. Lady Hyandai. She said, very quietly. I understand that elven women are often, well, they are often equally, She paused a moment. accommodating of other women as men. Her blue eyes shone brightly to Hyandai, even a bit more than could be explained by the elfs darksight. Hyandai nodded but said nothing, keeping her face impassive. Wendy stammered a moment. I, I do not know if you are of that sort. She murmured, her eyes growing very large and concerned-looking. But if you are. She looked down at the ground, her expression encompassing embarrassment and curiosity and nervousness all in one quick glance from the slender woman. If you are, and you find me appealing . . .. She let the sentence drift off to silence. The elven womans face softened at the girls discomfort. Wendy. She said, very softly. It is true that many elven women are attracted to other women. She reached out a hand and touched the young womans cheek. But, I do not even know if I am one of them. She finally admitted. I have not done more than kiss another woman, and those instances were unbelievably rare. Eyes alight with kindled interest, Wendy stared at the elven woman. Did you enjoy those kisses? She asked. Hyandai giggled. Well, yes, I did, but then . . . She was interrupted by Wendys lips against hers. The young woman embraced her fully as she kissed the elven lady. Hyandai was stunned for a half a moment, then relaxed into the kiss. She had been about to say she did not often pass up a chance at a good kiss. No point in wasting this rather impulsively-given one. Hyandai began to kiss Wendy back, putting her own arms around the young woman, and pulling her tight. It took Hyandai a long moment to realize that she had slipped a hand out of her cloak and into Wendys, she was stroking the girls back and rump softly with her fingertips. She could feel Wendy shivering beneath her touch. Hyandai pulled her lips from the girls. Are you cold? She asked, still stroking Wendys spine. No, Miss Hyandai. The young woman said, looking down nervously. Im somewhat frightened. A soft giggle came from Hyandais throat. Frightened of me? She asked. You are probably half again stronger than I. Wendy smiled wryly. And still you could easily hurt me, even with just words. She said. I want to trust you, though, something tells me I can. I tell you that you can trust me. Hyandai said earnestly. But words mean little. What is it you with to entrust to me? There was a long pause as Wendy stared at the campsite below them. More stiff breezes came down off the mountains and whipped the girls subtly blue hair around her head. You are the first person I have wished to give myself to. Wendy said, keeping her eyes upon the flickering fires of the camp. Ive wanted neither men nor women until now. A small piece of Hyandais will fell aside with those words. But I am betrothed. She said. I cannot take a lover without my beloved. Wendy turned to her. But you can take a lover with him? Her eyes glinted in the darkness again. Hope rekindled in her eyes. A gentle smile crossed Hyandais lips. Yes, it is our way, when the situation is as ours is. She said. But, it is not necessarily Harlens way. Would you like to speak with both of us? Hyandai saw a slight nod of the young womans head against the backdrop of the camp. With an extended hand, Hyandai brushed her fingertips against Wendys neck. Come, The elven lady said, we will go speak to my betrothed, if you are certain of this. Hand-in-hand, the two women walked back to the camp. They wore smiles that were both mysterious and telling. The air did not seem so cool anymore to Hyandai. It seemed downright warm out now. As they walked, Hyandai noted the girls glances, and was reminded of Harlens glances at her the first morning after they met. Hyandai did not know if they were being observed, and did not much care, in either. As the two approached the tent she shared with Harlen, Wendy squeezed her fingers tightly enough that it was very near too painful. --- Harlen actually fell asleep for a short while in the tub. It was not until the water grew chill and the moon had risen well into the sky that he awoke shivering. He got up and hastily dried off with his blanket and bundled up his clothes. Casting his cloak over his shoulders, he headed toward the tent that the captain had provided Hyandai and him. The tent was empty, he discovered. He supposed that Hyandai must have found the bath relaxing as well, or got to speaking with someone. He hung the cloak upon a peg mounted in the framing poles of the tent then cast himself onto the cot with a loud sigh. His eyes wandered to the Ehladrel lying atop their packs in the corner. What sort of thing was that weapon? Did it think? He sat up and regarded it, watching the ornate engraving in its flanks flicker and dance in the torchlight. The runes unsettled him, they seemed somehow malign, like they noticed him and did not care for the feel of him near. Shaking his head to dispel the distasteful thoughts he was having he stood from the cot and walked toward it. It sat, unmoved by his approach and did not seem affected by his touch when he lifted it. It was heavy, especially considering it was an elven weapon. It was longer than his leg by about a foot, and was bladed for that entire length, terminating in two incredibly sharp points. The weapon was cunningly curved, and had handholds along its backside, allowing the wielder to adopt many varied grips of it. Harlen smiled to think that from the look of it, it was nearly as dangerous to the wielder as to his opponents, though. Almost any grip he attempted aimed one of the arrow-sharp points toward him as well as his would-be foe. He remembered how the blade dancer had wielded the weapon, always keeping it in motion, never letting it rest. It was not a spear, or a staff with a blade, it was something different by its very nature. A feeling of apathetic disdain overcame him after a few moments. The weapon did not even desire to grow upset in his grip, it only wished that the human would quit touching it. Harlen could feel this sense of disregard and it offended him, even more than active hostility would have. You think youre so superior, dont you? He asked the blade. It did not respond, even in the gut feeling he received from it. Harlen shrugged and laid it back down, resting it only on Hyandais pack, and lifting his own. He fished out his light sphere and the tent filled with its radiant, soft light. He slipped on a clean pair of pants and set to sharpening his sword, which had received many notches in the blade over the last few days. The large grinding stone from his pack made short work of smoothing them out, then he began the slow process of restoring the edge. He had been at this rather mindless and relaxing task for almost an hour when the flap of the tent finally folded inward and Hyandai came through. She pulled another woman through, as well. At first, Harlen thought that it was another elven maiden, so slight of build was the newcomer. Her oddly-colored hair reinforced this mistaken identification. After a moment, though, it was apparent that she was quite human. Her rounded ears, though mostly concealed by her hair, would have been far more pronounced if they had been pointed. Also, as she turned to face Harlen with a nervous smile, she flashed pale blue eyes his way. Beloved. Hyandai said, coming forth and releasing the girls hand. She kissed Harlen as he sat with the sword across his lap. I wish for you to meet Wendy. Her hand curled to indicate the young woman standing behind her. Harlen stood from the bed and nodded, then stepped toward Wendy. I know you, Wendy. He said. But Im not sure from where. She looked Harlen in the eyes. The first time Hyandai had seen her make eye contact with anyone but her. I am Wendy, daughter of Rory and Anya, she said, Anya is the youngest daughter of Tammer. And I know you, Harlen, and have known you for some years. But you were in Ghant, I remember you leaving. Harlen said, smiling. When did you return? Wendys face almost blossomed as she smiled. Just last year, and we did so quietly, moving to a cottage down by the river. She replied. Harlens face grew mockingly stern. You should have sought me out. He said. I rather had a fancy for you before you left. The grin on his face was one of fond remembrance. Truth be told, I feared you, Harlen. She said. Grandfather told me you had become rather grim and stern over the years intervening. He said you sought not the company of people. The expression on Harlens face was one of frustration, but inwardly directed. I suppose he was correct in that. He finally said, after a long pause. But I would have welcomed an old friend, in any case. Wendy shyly glanced away. I remembered you then as a strong and handsome boy that I had a fierce crush upon. She said. I would not have come back to a handsome, strong, and very respected man and sought friendship. Hyandai had stood aside while they spoke, gladdened that they were familiar with each another. Suddenly, though, that familiarity scared her, and put doubt in her heart. Had this lass manipulated her into bringing her to Harlen? She wondered. She doubted, now, that she was in control of the situation very much. Immediately, Wendy seemed to notice the shift in the elven ladys eyes. Oh, dear. She said, quietly. Hyandai. The elfs eyes were furtive as the two humans looked at her. What is it, angel? Harlen asked. He, too, could see her sudden discomfiture. Steeling herself meet Harlens eyes. She turned her face to Harlen. It is little of concern, betrothed. She said. Wendy, however, took initiative of her own accord. I should be going. She said in almost a whisper. I will speak with you both another time. I have a patrol in the morning as duty, and should get sleep. The huntsman nodded. It was good to see you, Wendy, sleep well. He said. Hyandai muttered something unintelligible and smiled weakly toward the girl as Wendy fled from the tent in a bit more rush than the situation warranted. A look of deep unhappiness settled into Hyandais features. I may have just done something terribly unfair. Hyandai said, watching the flap as it settled into place over the entryway. Coming to her side, Harlen put his arm about her shoulders. What is it, Hyandai? He asked. I fear I just accused, tried, and carried out the sentence upon Wendy. She murmured. What? Harlen asked, his face baffled. I dont understand. Hyandai turned her emerald gaze upon him. I was bringing Wendy to our bed. She said, her eyes level and her face was unapologetic. Or, rather, I was bringing her to you, seeking that we bring her to our bed. Harlen gaped at her a moment. Bring her to our bed? He asked. As in the three of us? She nodded. It is not unusual among elven couples to share their bed when one is attorsai between them, or both. Hyandai explained. I should not have assumed it would work with a human mate, or a human third partner. She shook her head and looked at him. I am sorry for putting you in a spot of discomfort. Harlen looked toward the flap. I think, perhaps, Wendy is the one who was discomfited, and you, actually. He said. It sounds like you were thinking of offering me something most men only fantasize about. What does ator-sigh mean? She thought a moment. It means attracted to both male and females. Hyandai said. Though I am not sure I am one. Just wanted to try it out? Harlen guessed, eyeing her speculatively. A slow nod was the only answer she gave. Perhaps tomorrow, if we tarry here a day, you can speak to Wendy again. Harlen said. Hyandai shook her head. If she returns to Morrovale before we leave for Windir, I will speak to her. She said. If not, then another time later. But I wish to be starting for town tomorrow, if we can. A look of concentration crossed Harlens face. Yes. It would probably be best to get the Ehladrel out of the wilds. He said distantly, eyeing the elven weapon again. I know you do not like the Ehladrel, beloved. Hyandai said. But please know my people need it, badly. There are matters afoot that demand we have it in our possession. There was a quiet knock on the wooden beam over the entry flap. Hyandai? A feminine voice called from outside. It was not Wendys. Hyandai walked to the door, peering out. It was Maegan. Her face was flush with concern and upset. Wendy says she must speak with you. She is most unreasonable. All traces of the young ladys former inebriation were gone, replaced by this earnest worry. A quick glance back at Harlen was all Hyandai needed. He nodded to her silently. She quickly donned a set of normal clothes, another short skirt and half top, and asked Maegan to lead the way. The two other women left as Hyandai entered the tent, casting hasty glances of worry toward Wendy as they did so. She sat upon a small cot, her hands idly lying, palms upward, in her lap. Her head was down and she was weeping. Wendy? Hyandai asked, crouching low in the low-ceilinged tent and walking to the sitting girl. Wendy looked up. I asked her not to speak to you of this. She said, her face marked by tears and mild anger. She is your friend. Hyandai said. I thought I was, also. But now I doubt my credentials in that. She sat beside Wendy. I apologize for that jealousy that surfaced in our tent, sweet Wendy. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Wendy said, It is my own fault. I should have told you about Harlen and me knowing each another, but I did not even think he would remember these years later. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. The truth of it is I am upset that you no longer wished to be with me, nothing to do with Harlen. Not that he is not a fine man, and one I would happily give myself to. She quickly amended. A broad smile spread Hyandais lips. Those are matters easily fixed, Wendy. She said. Come. Hyandai rose and held out her hand. The girl looked at it a moment. No fits of jealousy? She asked. She was answered by a shake of the head. Come. Hyandai said, again. Slowly, Wendy gave her hand into Hyandais. The elven woman led her from the tent and walked beside her toward the center of the camp. Again, they entered the tent she shared with Harlen. Once again, they also found him sharpening his sword, almost exactly as they had found him an hour before. Lomwanwie. Hyandai said as the two women looked at the rather wide-eyed man. Wendy gave her an inquiring look. Echo of the past. Hyandai explained. Harlen smiled wryly, his lopsided smile. Are we repeating the entire past? He asked. Hyandai shook her head, at the exact instant Wendy did. The two young women then looked at each other and giggled. Harlen simply raised one eyebrow. Hyandai urged Wendy to sit next to Harlen upon the cot, and she sat on the other side of the girl. There are certain rules to Nellarim, Wendy. She said. They are simple, though, and not very restrictive. You must never seek to be with but one of us and you must be prepared to stop if either of the pair decides it is to end. Wendy nodded, her expression sober. And, most importantly, you must enjoy yourself. Hyandai said with a broad smile, stroking Wendys long, nearly-blue hair. And enjoy us. As we will enjoy you and ourselves. Setting down the sword, Harlen turned to the young woman, and, like Hyandai, began to stroke the girls soft hair. It was rather interesting for both of them to watch Wendy try to look and lean her head both directions at once. Hyandai leaned forward and kissed the young woman first, though, tilting the girls head toward herself with a single finger on her cheek. The sight of the two pretty women kissing sent a jolt through Harlens body, and his organ pulsed to life instantly, thickening and hardening in seconds. As the two parted lips, Wendy turned toward him, her head tilted back slightly and her eyes still closed. Harlen leaned down and kissed her, still tasting cinnamon on her lips as he parted them with his tongue. There were hands in his hair, and he could hear Wendys breath sharpening. He peered with one eye to see Hyandais hands moving down the young womans shoulders toward her breasts. Her cloak was open in the front, revealing fair, smooth skin beneath. One small breast was visible to him, and she reached for it, while continuing to kiss Wendy. Hyandai giggled as Harlens and her own hands collided headed toward opposite breasts. This caused him to break the kiss and smile as well. Wendy, however simply turned about again, opening her blue eyes and regarding Hyandai. Her body was warming up unnaturally with two very different touches upon her breasts, one strong and calloused, the other soft and feather light. Both nipples hardened like tiny stones under the disparate touches. Wendys slender fingers began to explore, one hand moving to Hyandais bare, silky thigh, and the other to the rough twill of Harlens pants. Harlen watched as Hyandai leaned down and kissed the girls neck, causing Wendy to gasp and move her head toward him, stretching the tendons on Hyandais side taut. Her pretty eyes fluttered open and Harlen kissed her, he thrilled when her tiny tongue darted into his mouth, and he heard her moan softly. And both Harlen and Hyandai felt the girls grip tighten upon their thigh, sending soft twinges of pleasure up their legs. As this was Hyandais idea, primarily, Harlen allowed her to set the pace. She stood, a moment later, gently dislodging Wendys grip upon her leg. Wendy broke the kiss with Harlen to look at the elven lady. A smile broke across her pretty face when Hyandai untied her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her lower half to the girl. She then slipped the shoulders straps off and let the top join them, exposing her round, firm breasts with their tiny, sharp nipples and pink areolas. It was Harlens turn to gasp when Wendys hand idly moved up his thigh as she watched Hyandai slowly stripping. She suddenly had his manhood in her grasp through the rough weave of his pants, and was squeezing it without even realizing she had hold of him. Hyandai looked down at the lump in Wendys grip and grinned, this was when Wendy realized what she was doing and looked herself. Her eyes flashed up to Harlens and her face flushed pink, but she did not relinquish her hold. She instead shifted her grip down to the base of it, shaping the cloth of his pants to his organ itself. Harlen smiled as the girls strong grip took hold of him, and the electric sensation of that touch was making his mind go a bit fuzzy, as it always did with new partners, and with Hyandai, every time, he had found. Hyandai said. I see youve found my mans parts. Her grin growing very wide. Both the others eyes moved to her, realizing that they had not spoken, any of them, for a long while. With a sound much like a squeak, Wendy said. Yes. Her blush deepening. Harlen felt her grip on him tighten yet again, causing him to gasp in pleasure. I would see you hold it for real. Hyandai said, lowering herself to her knees and unfastening Harlens belt. Wendy let loose his cock and watched Hyandai a moment, then helped the elven woman pull his pants down. Harlen laid back and lifted his rump, allowing the two women to slide the cloth over his rump then off his legs. Before his pants were fully removed, he felt moist warmth and extreme pleasure engulf the head of his cock. He glanced down and was somewhat surprised to see it was Wendys lips encircling the head of his pole, her lips stretched around the shaft and her cheeks caved in slightly with gentle suction. Hyandais eyes widened as well at Wendys display of sudden boldness, and her smile, already broad, broadened still farther. She moved forward and applied her tongue to the shaft and to Harlens scrotum, moving his testicles with her eager flicking tongue. Harlen was beyond in heaven now, the sensation far better than any he had imagined he would ever feel. Two warm, inviting mouths moved about his genitals, licking here, sucking there. One glance would take in Hyandais beautiful face as she slid her tongue over the long shaft, another would witness Wendys lovely countenance as her mouth took a testicle into it and gently massaged it with her tongue. He was unable to restrain himself for long, with such overwhelming visual and tactile stimulation, especially when added to the scent of lilac coming from Wendys hair and the cinnamon odor from Hyandai mixing to produce a perfume of unsurpassed subtlety that even engaged his nose in the arousal. He thought his climax was inevitable, when both women stopped touching his organ. With a sound almost like a whimper, he looked down to see them now kissing over the head of his cock, their tongues moving back and forth as their lips did not quite touch. He quickly forgot about his own stimulation and became fascinated at the display of affection between the two ladies. Hyandais hand was moving down the girls belly as they both leaned back. They turned at his knees to face one another directly, both upon their own knees. Wendys slim hands were moving on Hyandais body, as well, exploring her curves and gently stroking her skin with soft fingertips and sharp nails. The two touched for a long moment, their finger moving idly over skin and eliciting moans from each other as they each found spots of interest and touched places they knew they liked to be touched upon themselves. They seemed to avoid each others most private of places though. Harlen thought perhaps they were too nervous for that step yet. Hyandai was more than willing, as her thoughts would prove. She simply wished to savor every moment, before moving to Wendys maidenhood. She let her fingers feel the girls very smooth, soft skin, almost like her own, save a shade or two darker. For her part, Wendy was nervous, and awaited Hyandais lead on moving to more intimate places upon the elfs body. Not feeling left out, are you Harlen? Wendy said, responding to the pitiable sound he had made a moment before. Certainly not now. He said, smiling and scooting back on the cot to be sure no part of him came between the two women for the moment. Please, just keep doing what you wish. Hyandai turned almost drunken-looking eyes upon Harlen. Fret not, lover, we will tend to you shortly. She said. Her voice was husky, for Hyandai, and sounded a bit slurred. You. She looked at Wendy with her eyes narrowing and her face taking on an almost mischievous look. I will tend to now. She said, and one hand grasped the girls off-blue hair in knotted fingers. The elf moved forward, gently forcing the younger woman back and then down as their bodies pressed to one another, with Hyandai on top when Wendy was fully prone upon the floor, with her knees bent back. The elven lady was lying upon Wendy now, kissing and biting the girls neck, and causing her to gasp and moan by turns. The long thigh that Hyandai pushed up between Wendys thighs and against her groin rubbed the girl as the elf moved about, causing the Wendy to twitch and push to make the touch more or less forceful as she needed at that moment. Exquisite. Hyandai murmured as she moved her thigh from between Wendys legs and replaced it with one of her slim hands. From where he laid back and relaxed, Harlen could see his beloved opening the girls entrance with her fingers, slipping two into Wendy and causing her to groan loudly and grip Hyandais forearm with both hands. The elf winced a bit at the clutching grab, as Wendy was massively stronger than her, and it did hurt a bit, but she could not blame the girl for her enthusiasm. The feeling of wet, slick warmth caused Hyandai to grow more aroused herself, and she wished to pleasure this woman more now. The elf began to trace out a path with her tongue and lips down Wendys body. This caused both Harlen and Wendy to sit up and watch her. She realized she had an audience and began to really act it out. Extending her tongue to its full extension and leaving a glistening trail behind her as she moved. Hyandai soon was near her destination, slipping her tongue through the fine hairs of the girls pubic mound. As she finished that last obstacle to her goal, she pulled forth her two fingers and used them to hold the girls opening wide. She smiled as she extended her tongue and flicked the clitoris of the young woman. Wendy gasped loudly this time, and her hands both moved down and knitted her fingers into the elfs long red hair. Harlen secretly wondered how long it would take for Wendy to pull on Hyandais hair and force the elfs mouth onto her crotch. About that long. He decided as Wendy gave out a guttural grunt and pulled Hyandais hair, hard, too, from the look of it, and gasped in relief as Hyandai buried her tongue into her cunt. As Wendy felt her tiny tongue lapping at her inside and out, she looked at Harlen. Come. She said, her voice completely devoid of shyness. Harlen sat up and moved to the floor upon his knees. Wendy took hold of his hips and positioned him with his knees just above and on either side of her head. She parted her warm lips and drew his cock into her mouth, tilting her head back and pulling on his hips urging him forward. Finally, he got the hint and began pumping his organ into the young girls mouth, still helping him thrust by pulling firmly on his hips and rump. She had totally surrendered her own control of his depth within her mouth and throat, and Harlen was too excited to restrain himself much. He did note, however, that he was actually holding himself back according to the force she was applying to his rump with her outstretched fingers. He let go of that restriction on his movement and plunged into her mouth, planning to stop when her hands slackened up their pressure. He was instead stopped by her jaw and nose, as his cock buried itself completely into her mouth and throat. He grunted as he pulled it forth, and felt his organ newly slick with her throats slick lubrication. She pulled once again, forcing him into her and taking him to the base. Soon, though, he had the idea, and her hands once again moved to Hyandais soft hair. He continued thrusting into her mouth and felt his climax building, even more intensely than before. With a last, shuddering gasp, he spent himself, ramming his organ completely into her and holding it there for a long moment as it twitched and pulsed inside her throat. Finally, he drew it out completely, and he heard her suck in air in a great heave. Now her pelvis was pushing up to meet Hyandais mouth and tongue, and Wendy was groaning loudly with each push. Hyandai had watched the whole thing as Harlen had taken the girls mouth and come into her. She smiled to herself, knowing that if this was such as three would be in bed, then she would probably seek it out more in the future. Hopefully, with this very girl. She loved the smooth slickness of Wendys vagina around her tongue and the smell of lilac was very appealing. She felt Wendys grip on her hair tighten and sensed the girl was about to climax herself. Leaving her tongue out of the girls opening, she concentrated on the nub of her clitoris, lapping and sucking at the little knob of flesh as she slipped the two fingers back into Wendys cunt. Wendy screamed, pulling Hyandais hair painfully as she tugged in ecstasy and closed her thighs upon the elfs head. Her opening contracted around Hyandais fingers many times as the girl grunted and ground her hips against her mouth and hand. Wendy finally subsided and relaxed, letting her fingers straighten, but leaving them in Hyandais hair. Ones Praise. Wendy said, gasping for air. May I do that for you, Hyandai? She asked, her eyes hopeful. Hyandai giggled. I was hoping you wanted to. She said. Harlen was sitting back on his haunches, watching the two as they sat up again, Hyandai helping Wendy regain her knees. Sit upon the beds edge. Wendy instructed and put her hand upon the cots rail. Hyandai stood up and did so, happily obliging the young woman. She sat down and petted the off-blue hair as the girl moved to kneel just before her. Now, lay back, milady, and let me taste you. Wendy said. I have sampled half the couples flavors, and wish to complete the set. Hyandai smiled as she laid back, moving a pillow behind her head so she could watch the girls eyes as she lowered her head between Hyandais thighs. A curl of one slim digit brought Harlen to Hyandais side. Kiss me. She said. Harlen leaned down, and kissed her gently. Then his eyes went wide as she fed him fresh energy. More than she had ever before. He could feel it pulsing in him, filling him up, like a wineskin filled to bursting. His organ hardened, and grew, as if to support that impression. When Hyandais fingers encircled his girth, she smiled again, her eyes lustful and flashing bright green. Now, take her. Hyandai said, flicking her eyes toward Wendy. Harlen nodded, and rose from the bed. Wendy, a bit nervously, watched him move about her, then turned her eyes back to Hyandai as he moved past her range of vision. She was worried, slightly, for she was virginal yet, but she was eager to let him begin. Wendy felt Harlens strong hands on her hips as he knelt behind her. She tried to encourage him by parting her legs, adopting a wanton pose on her knees. She then arched her back, presenting herself to him. Are you ready, Wendy? Harlen asked, solicitously. Wendy nodded eagerly, though her eyes held a trace of lingering fear. Hyandai stroked her hair and comforted her. It will only hurt a little, and I have ways of dealing even with that. Hyandai said quietly. Harlen pressed his thick cock against the girls opening, letting it rub against her soft, folded petals. She was still very wet from Hyandais gentle and eager ministrations. His organ slid easily into her, spreading her open and almost burying half of itself into her. She groaned and her eyes squeezed shut, a tear breaking loose from each eye and trickling down her cheeks. Harlen stopped, deep concern marking his face. I will await your comfort. He said, stroking her back and shoulders. She pulled her mouth from Hyandais dripping crotch and looked over her shoulder. Gripping the rail of the bed with both hands, she pushed back, driving the remaining half of his organ into herself. She cried out in pain, but also with triumph as her rump ran up against his belly. Taken totally by surprise by this sudden move, Harlen gasped and moved as if to pull back, Hyandai warned him with a minute shake of her head to hold his position. Wendy moved forward, taking a quick lap at Hyandais clitoris, then pushed back again, more forcefully. She grunted out again, but more quietly, and there was an undertone of moan to the sound. The did this over and over, for almost a minute, her moaning becoming more noticeable, and the groaning of pain becoming less so. She smiled back again at Harlen. Now, lover, I have mastered even your size. Wendy said. Harlen chuckled and leaned down and kissed Wendy, then sat back up and began thrusting into her slowly, in long even strokes. Wendy now only moaned, and did so into the muffling flesh of Hyandais cunt. Hyandai closed her eyes again, relaxing into the pleasure of Wendys clever tongue and the little shocks that passed through the girl from Harlens slow, even thrusts. She idly stoked the girls hair as Wendy flicked and licked her clitoris. Her climax was slow in coming, but Hyandai eagerly anticipated how intense it would likely be when it finally arrived. Harlen grunted as he closed in on his own, though, and Hyandai smiled as he cried out Wendys name. Her jealousy had been bested, and she eagerly took in the passion that the two were sharing for a moment. Hyandai was secure that Harlens heart was hers, even if other women enjoyed his manhood. Hyandai watched the girls eyes widen as she felt Harlens seed coat her womb, then close again as she fell back into the pleasure found in giving others pleasure. Harlen continued to thrust into the young woman, though, and soon realized his organ was not going soft, as he usually did after a massive release like the one he had just had. He looked at Hyandai who only winked at him between gasps. He redoubled his efforts now and began to give Wendy more and more forceful thrusts. The girl seemed to not mind one bit, as she met each with a slight backward push of her own. Hyandai finally felt her orgasm reaching up to her spine, and snaking along it like a trail of burning oil. Her fingers gripped tighter to Wendys hair, exactly as the younger womans fingers had done in her own. Wendy felt it too, and tried a repeat of the trick used upon her. Locking her lips onto the circle around Hyandais clitoris, she sucked and continued flicking the tiny knob with her tongue. She pushed two fingers into the elf next, and was pleased when the trick that had worked so notably on her worked on Hyandai just as well, if not better. Hyandai bucked upward, as if she had sat upon a spike, pressing her opening to Wendys lips. She tossed her head back and forth, her fiery red hair flying all about her like a corona. Finally, as a utter peak to her climax, she screamed, loudly. It was not a short burst of sound, but a long, reverberating thing that caused a sympathetic sound from somewhere, a faint echo in a slightly different tone. When she stopped, it stopped, but not before Harlen twisted his head around and triangulated on the echo. It was the Ehladrel. As Hyandais scream died down, he could have sworn that the grayish-silver metal of the blade had faintly pulsed blue. He watched Hyandai, as she laid panting, like a winded beast. Well. Hyandai said, and let her head fall back onto the pillow. Wendy looked back at Harlen, grinning. Shes at a loss for words? She asked quietly. Harlen raised an eyebrow. It would be a first. He said, smiling back at Wendy. Hyandai raised one hand from her thigh where it had fallen when she had released Wendys head, the hand had a finger extended, and it was waggling in chastisement. I am laying right here, you know? She said. Wendy pulled herself forward, feeling a sudden emptiness when Harlens cock withdrew from her. Pleasure your betrothed with that unfailing rod of yours. She said, eyeing his swollen organ appreciatively. I am sore. Also, by my count, Hyandai is one behind each of us for climaxes. Hyandai shook her finger again. No, no. She said. I need none of THAT! She squealed as Harlen mounted her in one hard, fast stroke. Her emerald eyes shot open and she regarded her betrothed. Sneaky devil. She said, smiling. Hyandais slender fingers gripped Harlens waist and encouraged him to take her more forcefully. I may have given too much. She said, her face wincing very slightly. Youre bigger than normal. Harlen nodded as he pumped into her. I agree, angel, it feels near bursting. She giggled. I can feel every vein. She said. Not that doing so is something to complain of. Looking down, Harlen did see that it was swollen mightily, and the veins were prominent. As he watched, he saw something moving down there not of him or Hyandai. It was Wendys slim hand. She was doing something down there, out of sight, Harlen thought. Hyandai gasped and her eyes grew wide. Thats a new feeling. She said, then she groaned loudly, her eyes squeezing shut again. Harlens curiosity was quickly satisfied when he felt Wendys fingers moving over his backside, then felt one slim digit open him, it was slick, possibly with someones juices. It slid easily and gently into his rectum and then wiggled slightly within him. Hyandai began to grunt more earnestly, and she dug her fingernails into Harlens flanks. He sped up his thrusts to help her over the edge to another climax, but managed to achieve his own, as his increased rate also forced Wendys finger more rapidly into and back out of his sphincter. Hyandai and he climaxed together, both of them crying out and clutching at one another as they felt their nerves burst into heat like flames. At some point during their orgasms, Wendy had gently withdrawn her intruding little fingers, and was smiling at them as the both turned to her. And we thought you inexperienced. Hyandai said appreciatively. Wendy grinned. Amazing what one learns hanging about with Maegan, hmm? She said. She crossed her arms over her chest in a self-satisfied manner. You said you could make this initial hurt lessen? With a smile Hyandai said. Yes, lay down in my place. She sat up and stood, moving somewhat less gracefully than normal. When Wendy had gotten into position, Hyandai said. This is going to feel a bit odd, but it will work. She pressed her lips to Wendys opening and blew. The girl gasped, then giggled. When Hyandai lifted her mouth from the girls vagina, she let her tongue trail over her swollen clit on the way up. Better now? Hyandai asked. Wendy blinked a few times. Yes. She said, smiling. How did you... She started to ask. Old elven healing trick. Hyandai interrupted. Its useful. Harlen nodded agreement. Her fingers felt around her opening. It doesnt even hurt a little. Wendy said. Then pouted somewhat. Like nothing happened. A slight pain would be a pleasant little reminder. She murmured. Well, then, next time we can leave you all bruised up. Hyandai said, feigning annoyance. Like I have to do every time I take this mans oversized prod. She poked Harlen in the ribs playfully. It was Harlens turn to pretend annoyance. Youre the one telling me to go harder and faster. He said, raising his voice in mock indignation. Now, now, no fighting on my account. Wendy said, patting both of them on the shoulders. Unless you wish to wrestle over me, or better, with me. Harlen grabbed the girl around the ribs and bore her to the floor gently while Hyandai grappled her legs. Harlen wiggled one hand free and began tickling Wendy, causing her to giggle and wriggle deliciously. Hyandai, on the other hand, began to tickle the girls feet. Wendy was soon short of breath. I YIELD! Wendy screamed. Still giggling as they both let her go. Yeesh, never fight against a couple of lovers, they fight dirty. She said, sitting up. Hyandai looked questioningly at Harlen, giving her eyes a quick flick at Wendy. Harlen nodded. Grabbing Wendy around the neck and hugging her. Hyandai said. A trio of lovers, when you are with us, Wendy. Harlen embraced both of the slight women in his powerful arms and squeezed, causing both to gasp. Yeah. Croaked out Wendy. A trio. The sun was peering over the lower passes as they peeked out the flap of the tent. Oh dear. Said Wendy. Ive a patrol in an hour and Im going to be exhausted. She smiled back at the couple. Not that it wasnt worth it. She added. Hyandai kissed her, and gave the young woman her breath. Wendys eyes widened and she sighed out the air. Wow. Wendy said. Is that what you did to make Harlen swell so big? She asked. Hyandai nodded. Wendy giggled. No wonder. She said. Thats good stuff. I hate to kiss and run, but I need to get dressed for the march. He gave Wendy a quick kiss and they sent her off. She seemed to be almost skipping as she headed to her part of the camp. Hyandai leaned against him. Still distrust my Lust? She asked. Harlen blinked. I suppose it might have advantages. He murmured grudgingly. Might? Hyandai asked, eyes wide with astonishment. I heard you cry out that mights name last night. The lopsided grin had appeared on Harlens face. Well have to try a few more times for me to be sure. He replied. Just in case this was a fluke. Hyandai narrowed her eyes now. Fluke. She said dryly. Well see. She rotates back to reserve status in three weeks. Well see then if shes a fluke. Harlen nodded. You really like her, dont you? He asked. Very much, beloved. She replied. She is much like me. Harlen grinned. I noticed. He said. We should probably leave today, though. I need to get the Ehladrel to the Windirii, then we can go home. A broader grin crossed Harlens face. Home? He asked. You mean my house? Hyandai smiled back. Well, I dont expect you to try to climb trees. She said.

The Solitary Arrow by Mack the Knife Part Twelve Hyandai and Harlen followed the marching army for some miles before the army had veered off the paved road. Obviously they had slowed their pace, as well. Harlen saw them ahead, a drawn out and ragged line of troops now. Marching four abreast through woods was not easy and they had quickly given it up, moving instead in small clumps of men generally heading eastward. The couple attracted a little attention from one of the smaller groups, but were quickly questioned then ignored. The sergeant saying that he would not be responsible for their safety. Harlen nodded in agreement and they all pressed onward. As night closed in on the army, it formed up into a ragged circle around the Harlens mood was good as he built a small fire just outside the western edge of the circle. Several soldiers wandered over to their little camp to sit and speak with the elven woman, and ask for her blessing in the upcoming battle. Why do they think my touch is a blessing? She asked him after another small group of men smilingly left their camp with her head cocked in curiosity. Harlen shrugged. Elves have always been good luck. So the legends say. He said, smiling at her. I feel very lucky that youre with me. She gave him a pleased look, but with an edge of sadness. I wish I was good luck. Said Hyandai. Then perhaps you would not have nearly been killed, then seduced into slavery. He chuckled and came up behind her and pulled her to him. I have been seduced into slavery, to you. He said into her ear, then began to kiss her neck. She reached back over her shoulder and stroked his cheek, grinning. We have more company. she said, giving his groin a gentle nudge with her rump. And he let her go talk to the soldiers, another group of half a dozen. Soon after that a group of nearly fifty conscripts slowly came over, looking very nervous and hesitant. All the others had been regular troops, full-time soldiery. They stopped about fifteen paces from the camp and one came forward. Miss Hyandai. He said quietly when he got within speaking distance. We ask that you bless us, too even if were not really soldiers. He said, with his hat literally in his hand. She smiled gently and nodded, and they all queued up passing and receiving her touch to their forehead or cheek. Each moved off after with their head held high and smiling. One man came up with his hands on the shoulders of a very young man. This is my son, Dannes, he just came of age yesterday and received his summons, Miss. He said. Wed be honored if you would bless him for this fight. Hyandai looked back at Harlen and raised an eyebrow. Harlen smirked very slightly and nodded minutely. She turned to Dannes, regarding the strapping, but very frightened youth with her now deep emerald eyes. Dannes, you will fight with honor, and go home a hero. She said. She took his hands and pulled him to his knees, breaking his fathers grip on his shoulders. He looked very confused for a moment, then she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Grabbing him about the shoulders and running her slim fingers through his hair. She pulled him to his feet as they kissed for almost thirty seconds, and pressed her whole body to him. Harlen was amazed that he felt no jealousy at this display of lustful behavior. He supposed that he knew where her heart lay, and that there was enough lust in that little elf to go around quite handily. When she finally broke the kiss, she ran her hands down from his shoulders and over her quite obvious erection. And take care not to let this get hurt. She said as her fingers gently slipped over his pants and the swollen cock beneath them. For some girl will likely seek out its services after youre a hero tomorrow. She concluded. The boy had turned crimson even under the low lighting of the campfire and all the remaining conscripts cheered at Dannes first conquest of the battle. The last twenty or so passed into the night and Hyandai looked at Harlen. Thank you for not being a jealous man. She said, kissing his cheek. I cant help doing stuff like that. It harms no one and makes everyone, including me, feel good. He nodded, smiling at her emerald eyes. I know, my Betrothed. He said. And I can deal with it well, as I know whos blanket you will share this night. She grinned and said. Even after this morning? She said, raising one eyebrow. Then her face took one of deep consideration. Well, if my man asks it of me... She let the sentence drift off into the night. About thirty minutes passed, and no more soldier came for blessings, and the couple laid down in their blankets. She cuddled up to him, and he said. I would love to be inside you this night. He said quietly as he kissed her shoulder. But I fear more people seeking blessings may come to us, and Im not sure they need quite that much of a blessing. She giggled and pushed back to him. If you are certain, my lover. She said, feeling his organ swelling against her backside. She took his hand and placed something cloth in it. He opened the cloth and found it was her loincloth, and it was moist in the middle. You do what you feel you must. She smiled over her shoulder at him, then wiggled against him a bit before settling. He reached down under the blanket and caressed her bottom, loving the soft smoothness of her skin beneath his fingers. She squirmed to let him have better access, and he felt the crease between her lobes, and explored into it with his fingers. She moaned as he found her puckered anus, and gently stroked at it. I still think that might have been a bad idea. She murmured with a slight grin. But I sure am glad I did it. He chuckled and began kissing her neck again, moving her long hair out of the way to give him access to her fair-skinned throat. He felt her hand moving down his belly and then into his trousers, enwrapping his cocks shaft in her cool fingers. He moved one of his own hands down and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down enough that she had free access to his erect penis. She pushed back as she pointed him forward, and he felt her wet, hot cunt wrap itself around him, then slide up his shaft slowly as she pushed back to him. A small moan escaped her and she shuddered as he finally reached his limit within her. They laid like that, slowly moving him in and out with tiny motions. She let out a few small moans and he sighed quite a lot as he felt her clamp down with her internal muscles. Neither of them climaxed, but they slowly, after an hour, drifted off to sleep with him still inside her. --- She awoke when his soft organ finally came loose of her body. She moaned at its absence after so long. She looked at the sky, almost three hours past midnight, by the moon. He had been inside her almost four hours. She saw sentinels moving near the large campfires of the soldiers. She found her loincloth lying near Harlens hand and took it as she rose, his arm sliding off of her as she slipped from him. She put it on and adjusted it then picked up her bow and hyandai. She looked about quickly, seeing that she was unobserved and moved away from their little camp into the woods north of them. She slipped between the trees and shrubs like an eel, sliding fluidly through the underbrush as she moved away form the camps of the army. She slipped past a large patch of underbrush and found herself staring at a large force of orcs, moving quietly with muffled armor. They were east of her, and moving directly toward the army. With a gasp of horror she started moving back toward the camp, rushing now, and worried that she might be heard. She had to get ahead of the orcs, though, or else they would fall upon the sleeping camp and take them by surprise. She was an elf now, and her recent epiphany on that matter led her feet and hands. She bulleted through the trees and bushes. Barely disturbing the leaves as she passed. Suddenly, there was an orc before her, blocking her path. He held up a massive cleaver-shaped weapon. Ho, little elf bitch. He said in the gruff tones of that race. You thinkin of warnin the huma... His voice was cut off as she never slowed down, drawing her hyandai and slitting his throat as soon as she was within reach. He had expected her to be stunned or to parley with him, he expected wrongly. He gurgled as he dropped to the ground, trying in vain to keep his blood from flowing forth in a great surge. Hyandai never slowed a bit as she moved toward the camp, with the orcs just a few minutes behind her. She ran at the camp once she broke free of the last bits of underbrush around the largish clearing. A overzealous sentry yelled something and then she felt an arrow pass near her left shoulder. She started screaming. Foes approach from the north! To your arms, soldiers of Morrovale! She shot past the sentry who looked at her, stunned for a moment, as she knocked the bow from his limp fingers. She snatched the horn from his belt and the cord snapped as she kept running. Pressing it to her lips, she blew a long horn call, the call to arms for elven communities. Men began piling out of tents and rolling out of bedrolls and off of blankets. They seemed confused for a brief moment, then the sergeants began to take over. Echoed calls of to arms began to rattle through the camps, and men began donning their armor and picking up weapons in haste. By the time she reached the barons little pavilion in the middle of the circle, several of the better-drilled units were already forming ranks on the north side of the circle. It was none too soon, the orcs began pouring from the wood. A small group of sappers grabbed up large wooden tubes and set flame to the bottoms as they pointed them into the sky. Suddenly it was daylight as the mortars boomed and launched bright flares into the night. The orcs flinched at the sudden bright light to their night-sighted eyes. The men were heartened, though, and bows began to sing in the darkness. The flares would hang for only a few moments, but new ones were being launched constantly, keeping the sky lit brightly with their stunning brightness. The baron came out of his tent and began mustering his knights, forming them into a phalanx and charging to the front to drive a wedge into the orcish line. Hyandais own bow began to thrum as she fired at orcs almost a hundred yards away that had managed to bypass the main defensive line and were running among the tents seeking stragglers. Soon she saw Harlen, near the front line, hewing a massive orc with the sword he had gotten from the other orcs. She smiled and watched him a moment. He is a warrior. She said to herself as she watched him do what he did best, which was stalk prey. He would spy a particularly dangerous orc at some distance, watching for the fell creatures that seemed to be giving the defensive group the most trouble. Then he would move quickly and cunning toward him, striking quickly and delivering a careful killing blow. She glimpsed another orc in the camp itself, and fired an arrow into its chest, and watched it fall. Within fifteen minutes the orcs fled the battle, suffering great loss from the pursuing soldiery and especially the cavalry, who rode them down in great numbers as they routed. Harlen finally saw Hyandai, and moved to her. What happened? He asked, his face marked with concern. I awoke with the horn call and you were not with me. I was terrified. He said. She smiled. I felt something, and had to go look, my betrothed. She said. The feeling was right. She pointed at the orcs lying scattered on the small field. They were trying to sneak attack at night. The baron rode up on his white charger. Well done, elven lady. He said. Were it not for you, that band would have done grave damage to our force. His sword was coated in blood, as was his horse up to its neck. As it is now, only a small number of ours lost their lives this night. Still, that is a tragedy. She said, her eyes downcast. He nodded. It always is so, in war, lady. The men were cheering though, heartened by their first victory. And it was caused by their unofficial good luck charm, men were saying, loudly enough for Harlen and Hyandai to hear. I only warned you they were coming. She said humbly. The baron laughed heartily. He was one of those men that thrived on combat, not a bad thing in and of itself. It was like looking at a human with a fey of his own to deal with. You did just that, which we would not have known. He said. Our patrols didnt expect such a large sending this far west, and were taken unawares, apparently. We will be more cautious in the future. He said, eyeing the dark woods suspiciously. Hyandai nodded. Please be so. She said. Scant time was given me to sound the warning, for they move quickly when they seek to strike. He nodded. I underestimated their cunning. It will not happen again. The baron said. Then he looked at Harlen. Protect this lovely creature well, Harlen, for she is a blessing with fiery hair. Harlen smiled and said. Would that I could keep her near enough to protect. And I often wonder, when I see her in action who is protecting whom. The baron laughed heartily at that. I can see she is no frail waif. He said. But I meant her heart. Any man in this realm would give all he had for her love after this night. He rode off to go congratulate his men and distribute praise for individuals worthy of it after the fight. Hyandai seemed very concerned searching through the throngs of men and looking around everyone before her. Harlen finally asked. What are you looking for? She looked back at him, very worried. Dannes. She said. I know it is a little thing, but when I kiss someone, I hope they will live out the night. She smiled wanly. Harlen thought he kind of understood. Despite her huge love for him, from all he could tell, when she kissed or touched another, a part of that love was with them also. With that kiss Dannes had become important to her, and she was very worried. Finally she spied him, standing with his father near some tents. The couple approached them. Harlen noted a change in her walk as she neared the two men, it had more wiggle again, and her stride grew longer. He smiled to see her, without so much as a thought, change into a totally different person as she drew up to them. Hail Dannes. She said, smiling. I see you made it through your first battle, though not unmarked. She eyed a deep cut on his meaty bicep. His father was smiling far too broadly for a normal moment. Milady, my son has done us great honor, and the baron has granted him his fee and freedom for his actions on the field. The lad beamed. She smiled at him. Really? What is it you have done, brave Dannes? He looked down, suddenly self-conscious. I killed a few orcs. He said meekly. The men nearby started catcalling and jeering him. The father laughed. A few? He said with a look of shock on his face. You slew at least a dozen! He yelled and the crowd nearby cheered. He looked at Hyandai with his florid face. He was a madman, milady, our group hadnt formed up properly and he and four other lads held off a small hoard of the fell creatures until we could form up and help them. She smiled broadly at the lad, but Harlen could see a little brittleness in her expression. She walked to Dannes again. Well, brave soldier. She said. You are in need of fresh blessings. and she kissed him again. This time he kissed her back, at least he did more so than the first. She then put her mouth to his ear and said something into it. The crowd was cheering so boisterously that none save Dannes heard her words. His expression changed, though, and his embarrassed smile shifted to a considering one. She pulled back and then took his arm, blowing gently upon his cut, which looked bad, but was actually pretty minor. A few moments later she placed a gentle kiss on the new pink skin there. She took Harlens hand and led him from the camp. What did you tell him? Harlen asked. She smiled back at her betrothed. I asked him that if he goes and does insanely brave acts and then dies, how can I bless him further afterward. She said, then kissed Harlens cheek. You are a very patient man, I love you. The managed to get back to their little camp, unmarred by the battle, save a flares burnt out husk lying near their blankets, still smouldering. Ive never seen these before. She said, pushing it with the toe of her boot. Harlen nodded. Since so many races other than us men can see well at night, we have found ways to mitigate that advantage. He said. He picked it up and dropped it into the fire, where it began to curl and wither. Alchemists make the chemicals that go into them, then men called munitioneers build them. She sniffed the sharp tang of the material used in the flare. It reeks, but seems to help men at night, which is a boon, I am sure. She said, eyeing the withering husk dubiously. They took off their weapons, and laid them very close to their sides as they crawled back into the blankets. They were both very tired, and soon slept. --- They awoke with breakfast being served them by the barons own cook. By his graces name. The cook said, handing each a large platter of delicacies. He bids you good morning after helping him in his victory last night. They accepted the platters and the cook moved off quietly and back to the main encampment. Quickly, the couple swapped out foods that each favored, he moved his fruits and vegetables to her platter and she moved breads and meats to his. They ate happily and talked about the night before. He did not bring up her nocturnal wandering again, though, feeling that doing so would show a lack of trust on his part. After about an hour, the main camp was broken down, and moving eastward, forming into organized ranks again, only broken for trees and large stands of brush that had to be gone around. Hyandai watched the men. So many humans. She said. That small ducal army is almost as great as the entire standing army of Windir. He nodded. After what I saw you do last night with your bow, and you tell of in the wood. He said. I doubt you need more than a couple of thousands of warriors to protect your lands. She smiled. If that were so, I would not be on my current quest, my lover. She said, a sad look in her eyes. We are just so few in number, Harlen, we cannot take losses as a group that humans can. This is likely true. He said. We humans are only bested by orcs on our talent for producing offspring. Then he realized what he had just said, and looked to her with worried eyes. Her face darkened at that thought, but soon it passed. They hefted their packs and weapons, and set off after the Grand Army of Morrovale, on its march east. After two hours, they left the main dense woods, and entered the scraggly hills. Soon, though, they saw the main orc army. Camped upon the leeward side of a large hill, hundreds of crudely-built tents, and orcs massing on the west side of the camp, forewarned of the armys impending arrival. The number of the orc host looked to be as great if nor more so, than the human forces that marched toward it. Hyandai looked over the army marching toward the main camp of orcs. Death will take many this day. She murmured as Harlen watched the army start to form into battle lines. He had a look of sadness on his face as well. Im sure he will work long gathering souls after this fight. He agreed. They had turned their cloaks inside-outward, and now blended into the gray rocks and dirty outcroppings of the hill country well. They watched in helpless horror as the orc host started marching toward the human army. Hyandai was crying. Let us move, Harlen, I wish to not see this slaughter. Harlen nodded and they moved south a ways and started moving east again. The army had escorted them as far as it could on their quest. As the orc encampment slid past on their left, they heard the clashing of arms and the unmistakable screams of dying men and orcs behind them. It seemed Hyandai shed a tear for every life lost. After three hours, moving stealthily to avoid detection by orc patrols, they started to climb toward a low mountain pass. Harlen stopped and rummaged in his pack, pulling a spyglass from it and removing its leather caps. They were above all but the highest of the hills to their west, and had a excellent vantage over the battlefield. Harlen looked slowly over the smoking and masses of dark spots on the ground behind them. Morrovale won. He said, smiling with pride. But it was not a cheap victory. He ammended. She looked at him with concern written boldly upon her face. Yes, Dannes lives. He said, handing her the spyglass. She peered through it and he directed her aim. She smiled broadly as Dannes tended his wounded fathers arm. He seemed unhurt, but the losses brought another set of tears to her eyes, as she saw hundreds of men among the piles of orcish bodies. The orcs must have strongholds up north, they are retreating that way, leaving their vile little camp as plunder, not that it will fetch much loot. Harlen said. Looks like about thirty of one hundred casualties. Which is not too badly done. The orcs payed dearer for it. She shrugged. Death is death. She said. I wish for none of it, if it could be helped. He kissed her brow. It couldnt, in this case. He said, taking the spyglass and carefully recapping it before collapsing it and putting it back in his pack. Those orcs had to be dealt with. Nodding agreement, Hyandai turned and began climbing up the steep path again. Harlen looked down into the hills below, and saluted at his fellow men of Morrovale, then followed her. They had crested the pass about the time the sun fell low enough to cast the hills below in darkness. They watched with interest as the horizon chased them up the mountain shoulders. They had found a out of the way little nook in the rocks to pitch their blanket and were enjoying a moment of quiet before retiring. Harlen sat behind her, and idly stroked her soft hair. I know you dont like the ugliness of war, Hyandai, but I am proud of my people for that victory. He said, touching her shoulder. She looked back at him. As you should be. They did what needed doing. She said. That is the fey of man, to do the necessary. It is an obsession with most men. He nodded and gently kissed her shoulder, smelling of her scent and feeling her soft hair tickling his cheek as the wind caused it to flutter lightly. This wondrous woman in his arms was heartsick over the death of men she did not know. He loved her for that empathy, and feared for her over it. Do you think you will be happy among men? He asked, quietly. She shrugged. I do not know, my betrothed. She said. I know I can be happy with one of them. She favored him with a small smile. But as a whole, they are almost utterly alien to me. He emphatically agreed with that assessment, nodding eagerly. I understand that. He said. The sun had finally set upon their mountain aerie, and they slipped into the blankets. After seeing the carnage of a war, neither felt much like love play, and they just held onto each other, listening to the ancient grumbling of the mountains in their slumber. --- Harlen awoke to find Hyandai kneeling nude nearby. She was praying, and he left her to it, watching her unobtrusively. She had her face pointed into the skies, and her hands upon her knees as she knelt. She looked to be very happy as she prayed, almost ecstatic. When she rose, she turned her eyes south and east. We are close now. She said quietly, then looked at him. Maybe two more days. He nodded and sat up. She began to dress, covering her lovely form with the doeskin clothing he had made for her. Her expression was determined and somewhat cold. He did not like the latter much, but supposed it came with the former, if her mind was set on something. They ate a quick meal of bread and an apple, then headed onward. The pass was narrow, and they kept their bows strung and an arrow knocked as they proceeded, fearing ambush at any time from the overhanging rocks and cliffs. Ive never been this far east before. Harlen said as they trudged over the broken shale of the pass. Hyandai smiled and said. I have never been so far east, myself. Then she giggled, sending her musical laugh over the stones and lifting Harlens spirits. They began to descend the other side of the initial barrier range of the mountains. A narrow, barren valley laid before them followed by another, higher range of mountains. Hyandai pointed a bit southward. We will have to move south through this valley to a pass farther south. They soon reached the valley floor and looked about them at the rather bleak landscape of rocky outcropping, punctuated by small, stunted shrubs and weeds. Lovely place. Harlen said idly. Perhaps we can build a summer bungalow here. She smiled at him. Just what I always sought, a house with no view. He replied. Her sharp ears heard the orcs long before they were visible. They left the main path and went a ways up a small ravine, drawing their cloaks tight and tossing the hoods over their heads. The orcs passed, a small force, but more than two could deal with, almost twenty of the brutes. One even looked directly at the couple before moving on. He looked at her while they waited for the orcs to move away. Do you think the orcs may have your relic? He asked. She shrugged. It would avail them not, except to deny it to us. She said. But they are as likely as anyone to have it, I should guess. They finished their southward move, and she directed them east again. It lies that way. The sun was failing them in this little valley, and Harlen guided them off the path again, and far into a ravine, where they were around a small bend from the path. They tossed out blankets and laid down, eating their supper quietly. As full dark stole over the valley, Hyandai climbed atop a large boulder and watched the sky, she called to Harlen, who clambered up after her. They watched as stars fell from the heavens, dozens of them, in ones, twos and threes. She clutched herself to him and smiled at the sky. It bodes well, my betrothed. The spirits show us the way. She pointed east, where the little trails pointed, one after another. Harlen nodded agreement, thinking that the One could work just this same way, but he stilled his tongue. She kissed him as he watched the next star fall. He made a fervent wish upon it, and smiled as she probed his mouth with her tongue, and her hands began to move over his body, along with her own breath shortening and becoming more insistent. He enjoyed her aggressiveness this night and she used him well and thoroughly, breathing energy into him twice before her lusts subsided, and her eyes virtually glowed with their greenness. The fell soon after into a very deep sleep. --- The next day passed quickly, the climb to the pass they sought was steeper than they had thought, and it took much effort to climb, even having to get out ropes and pitons in a few stretches. Shortly after the sun set, they finally crested the pass and looked through the narrow cleft between too high peaks. There was no good place to camp, other than right in the pass, but given the difficulty of their ascent, they figured it was not well-traveled. They were also exhausted by the exertions of the climb, and both fell asleep soon after they ate and laid upon the blankets. --- The dawn was late in coming, due to low-hanging clouds, or they appeared so from this altitude. The gray rain-laden clouds seemed to scuttle just overhead and they felt impending rainfall. Both pulled their cloaks tight against the breezes that cropped up from the storms, cold and stiff. They plodded, nursing aches that they had earned yesterday, muscles seldom used were called to duty then, and today they wished to be repaid for their efforts. Harlen smiled as Hyandai attempted to rub her own shoulders, and took pity on her and gave her a quick backrub as they took a break. She moaned quite arousingly at the backrub and they very nearly got sidetracked at that point. About midday, or so they judged, they looked out and down into a small valley. In the middle of the valley lay an ancient fortress. From what Harlen could tell it was Syrisian, having seen ruins near Morrovale of their buildings. They did not use stone or bricks, those ancient folk. Their structures were cast of some material akin to mortar and, according to the texts, they were liquid until they were poured into great wooden molds, whereupon it hardened and turned as tough as most stone. It allowed them to build structures of fanciful shapes and unbelievable size. This one was no exception. In much better shape than the small one in Morrovale, this structure towered over two hundred feet over the floor of the valley, with sheer smooth sides and odd fluting on its flanks. The top was crenelated, like a castle, and it had tiny arrow slits set into its sides from about two stories up to five. The material was supposedly a pale gray in color when made, but this building had aged for a very long time, and was nearly black with discolorations. It stood like a black and stricken tooth in a mans mouth. They stopped and ate, while Harlen used his spyglass to examine the building. There are orcs about. He said, finally, with a disgusted sound in his voice. But it seems not too many, certainly not an army. She nodded. The army was in the hills trying to stop me, I know it. She said, looking back west. Your countrymen took that obstacle out of my way. Harlen nodded. It sure seems it. How do you think that whomever rules that tower knows of your coming? He asked. Her face darkened again. We suspect a traitor in our midst. She said quietly. Do not look surprised. Elves are quite capable of treason, especially those who have a fey given to it. She looked at him with somewhat pained eyes. Some betrayals are great, others small, some national, some personal. He kissed her gently. Stop that. He said, chiding her gently. I accepted you, even when you told me of your fey. And I do accept it, too. It is part of what makes you yourself, and a part of why I love you. She smiled bitterly. Thank you, lover. She said. She looked into the valley. Do you think we can bypass the orcs and reach the tower? He nodded. I think we can, especially with my magnificently crafted cloaks. He said, grinning broadly and pulling his mottled gray cloak tight about him theatrically. Hyandai kissed his stubbly cheek. Of course, my beloved. She said, and patted his shoulder patronizingly. Your humility is only exceeded by your brilliance. They waited until near darkness to move from the cover of toward the entrance to the tower. As they neared it, it became much less obvious that they place was occupied. There were great chunks of the stone-like material missing from the walls, and even a few small holes near the ground. They handily eluded the orcs that patrolled the grounds around the fortress, though, and soon found themselves slipping through the gate way arch. The stench of the tower was very orcish in flavor, and they both wrinkled their noses in disgust. They found themselves in a wide corridor that ran through the tower to the back, and apparently on, even from there, into the mountain that loomed over the massive structure. The corridor was lined with open doorways, that seemed to lead into stables and storage rooms. No horses were housed in these rooms however, and only the ragged bedclothes of orcs or perhaps fell humans could be found in them. The couple were moving silently now, slipping down the hall as quickly as they dared. They heard gruff voices coming from ahead, and saw shadows playing on the wall opposite of one room. Hyandai jumped into a room off the corridor and Harlen followed her as the voices became distinct, and apparently entered the hallway. ...humans pushed our boys back, they did. Said the first voice, deep and guttural. What do you expect from ragged lads from little holds, hmm? A second voice said. The first voice replied. I expect them to hold their damn line. He chuckled. But, youre right, they couldnt stop the humans, lets just hope that the bitch doesnt try to get here before we get more boys into position. Two figures walked past the doorway from the hall to the room they were within. One was a tall brute, like the one that had raped Hyandai, the other much slighter, with ornate tatoos darkening his skin. The boss says that she wont. The first voice said. Shes playing house with some human in Morrovale, or so his friend says. The second one chuckled along with the first. Id like to play house with an elf girl for about two days, before she keels over from bleeding all the time. He said, laughing. They left the tower, still chuckling as Hyandai peered around the corner. You think theyre talking about you? Harlen said. Hyandai nodded. They have to be. She said, her face marked by deep concern. I wish I knew who was feeding them information. Harlen moved into the corridor, now he had his sword drawn, and moved quickly toward the back, where a narrow stair went upward from the left side of the corridor. They ascended the stairs stealthily, coming to another long passage. This one marked by many fewer doorways, and terminating about halfway down in a pair of double doors. They peered around the corner of the stairwell, and saw two particularly large orcs wearing heavy armor guarding the doors. Harlen pulled his head back into the stairwell. I take it that the Ehladrel is beyond those doors? He said, a wry grin on his face. She rolled her eyes. Naturally. She said, sheathing her hyandai and lifting her bow off her shoulder. Harlen readied his own bow, and they prepared to shoot the two guards. Harlen looked at her face, it was locked in a rather cold expression, with little emotion in her large emerald eyes. He wondered for a moment if his eyes looked the same. Harlen stepped into the hallway, bringing up his bow in the same moment. Hyandai was right behind him, leveling her bow at the other orc, and chanting a short incantation. The orcs had no sooner focused on them and started to react when they both fired. Harlens target was struck in the right shoulder, causing it to cry out in pain, and drop its long warspear. The orc Hyandai was aiming at slammed into the wall with a dull thud and left a bloody trail down it as it slid over the smooth material. The orc who had taken Harlens arrow, bellowed in pain and rage, drawing forth a wickedly hooked short sword from its belt and charged at the pair. They both fired again, Hyandai missed her mark, and the arrow struck the wall, shattering with the impact. Harlens arrow struck home, though, burying itself in the orcs neck, silencing it forever. However, the damage had been done, they could hear answering shouts from the stairwell, and the stomp of many heavily shod feet. They looked at each other briefly, and bolted for the double doors. They slammed into the heavy doors, and Harlen wrenched at the huge brass ring set in ones center, pulling it open. As soon at there was a few inches between the doors, Hyandai slipped past them, and right after that, Harlen followed, he heard an arrow thunk into the door as he entered the room, already grabbing for the handle on this side, and pulling. The door pulled shut and he looked for latches or something to hold them shut. Set into the floor beneath each door was a hole, about half the diameter of a mans wrist, and a matching ring in the bottom edge of the door directly over it. He looked for the pins that would lock them and saw them sitting on a ledge right beside the door. He managed to drive them home just before someone pulled on the ring outside. Shouts of frustration filtered into the chamber from the hall beyond. Harlen finally turned to look into what he took to be a large chamber, judging from the echoes he heard of the doors shutting. He saw Hyandai standing right beside him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her bow dangling limply from numb fingers. He turned more and saw, descending the raised dias before them, from a rather ostentatious throne, an elf. In his hands, he was carrying a Ehladrel, very much like Ceriandels weapon, but more ornately carven. It seemed to radiate power as he hefted it, letting it swing gently from his hands, flowing in graceful arcs from one hand to the other. He said something in elven to Hyandai, causing her to blink out of her stunned silence. She looked at the elf a long moment, as he walked across the floor, the arcs of his weapon becoming wider and starting to flow together into a single long motion. You had no right! She yelled at the elf. It is not your choice to make. He chuckled. You wish me to speak in the human tongue? For the benefit of your pitiful lover? He asked, in Westron. Very well, since you, like so many of my people, find humans so fascinating. His face showed disgust, and when he said human it sounded almost like a grave insult. He stopped advancing, and let the Ehladrel slow to a idle pace, flowing back and forth, changing hands and describing short, elegant arcs. We have spent our best blood helping humans, and receive nothing in return. He said. When are you going to figure that out, they will exterminate us. Not by avarice, but by sheer ignorance and fecundity. He looked at Harlen askance. And you, whore, you further the crime by hastening your own races demise by allowing your own womb to breed more of the beasts. His eyes shot back to Hyandai. You may wish to let your people die, and let yourself rut with animals, but I will not, and I will stop it. He said, his voice lowering to a very threatening tone. Your wife died in the Windir Isles, did she not? Hyandai asked, her eyes focused not on him, but on the Ehldarel in his hands. She died a noble death, defending helpless children. She said. He barked out a chilling laugh. She died protecting the pups of men, who could easily just mount their wives and produce another litter! He spat on the floor. A stupid death! He raised the weapon again. Like yours will be. His body flowed into motion, seeming to blur to Harlens vision. He was going straight for Hyandai, though, the Ehladrel in his hands humming and beginning to sing in a high, threatening note. Harlen drew out his sword, even as Hyandai began to dodge aside from the coming blow, reaching for her own weapon. The ehladrel whistled through the air she had just occupied a tiny moment before. Harlen swung the sword, and felt a shock through his arms as the ehladrel seemed to just happen to be in his way. His weapon bounced off the elven bladestaff and he recoiled, seeing the elf glare at him with intense hatred in his eyes. Already, the elf was swinging toward him with the razor-edged ehladrel. Hyandai finished her rolling evasion and came up on both feet, leveling her bow at the elf. Letharon, stop! She yelled, drawing back a white arrow, and then started chanting the words to give power to the enchantments laid upon the bow and arrow alike. The elf glanced toward her, giving Harlen a chance to step back, bringing his sword back into line to defend himself against the dangerously whirling ehladrel. Letharon smirked. You know you cannot kill me with a bow, you stupid cow. He said, again watching Harlen. There were tears in Hyandais eyes as she let the arrow fly, it tore the air toward the elf, but was stopped dead, shattering into splinters as the ehladrel simply passed between Letharon and the deadly path of the projectile. The elf gave Harlen an almost pitiable look as he moved forward again. I am sorry, human, that it comes to this. He said, the ehladrel swung around and came toward Harlen. He tried to parry it, but his sword clanged into the elven weapon, and was sent flying from his grip as Letharon twisted it subtly as it swung past Harlens face. It immediately began to flow back toward him, arcing quickly and looking like it would disembowel the huntsman. Harlen did the only thing he could, and lunged at the bladedancer. He felt the side of the ehladrel slide down his left side, removing skin for several inches, but not biting deeply. He impacted with the elf, driving him back and pinning one arm to his side. The elf screamed in frustration as he was borne over and the two fell to the floor, tumbling over each other. Harlen looked for the deadly elven weapon and saw it already coming toward him again, from the unpinned arm, flowing still in its gentle arcs and subtle angles. He rolled off the elf and the blade hummed past his ear. The elf leapt agilely to his feet as Harlen continued to roll until he had several feet between himself and Letharon. Another arrow shattered against the ehladrel, one of the black ones Harlen had given her. He looked at Hyandai. You are a stubborn bitch are you not? He said, smiling coldly. Hyandai cursed under her breath and drew another arrow. Her last remaining white arrow, that she had brought from her homelands. You will not win this, Letharon. She said, her eyes focused just as coldly as his own. I will stop you. As Letharon laughed, she spoke the words again, sending coruscating light through both bow and arrow. Harlen looked at her and knew that the bastard would simply deflect and shatter this arrow, too. Suddenly, the doors reverberated with a massive boom. Someone outside was not pleased with them being locked, and was planning on coming through. The ehladrel was coming up again, and Harlen knew what he had to do, in an instant. He could not allow that thing to parry Hyandais solitary arrow. The elf was not even watching him closely and did not believe what he saw when Harlen stepped forward and allowed the ehladrel to impale his leg as it swung around from an underhanded motion. Harlen screamed in pain as the blade sank into his thigh and deep into the bone at his legs core. He then looked at the stunned elf, bringing his fist down on the elfs immobile hand. Then his leg folded as the bone snapped in his thigh and another bright spike of pain lanced through his body. The ehldarel was still in his leg as he collapsed, and through the haze of pain and shock he grabbed it in both hands, pulling it loose from Letharons numb fingers. Hyandai fired and the arrow drew a razor thin line of white energy from her bow to Letharons chest, striking him from the left side and sinking into him until only the fletching remained visible. The razor barbed point stuck out of his other side, rich in blood and protruding just under his arm. The elf looked toward her, his eyes wide with mild surprise, then he turned back toward Harlen, opening his mouth to say something, but then collapsed onto his face, landing on the hunters uninjured leg. Harlen felt unconsciousness coming for him, and tried to slide from beneath the fallen elf. Hyandai grabbed his arm and pulled him free, then helped him half-crawl to the stairs to the throne. The door boomed again, and cracks appeared in the aged wood. Hyandai cried openly now, but looked up at the doors. They will break it down soon. She said to Harlen, reaching for the ehladrel he still clutched in both hands. I need the weapon, my beloved. She kissed his hand and he let go of the gracefully curved blade. She pulled it free of his leg, sending his blood flying over the marble floor tiles. Forgive me, my lover. She said as she turned toward the doors. Another loud boom reverberated through the large chamber as one door cracked completely. The next hit would split it. Harlen propped his head on a stair. No. Run, Hyandai, dont do this. He said. She looked back at him, and smiled. I must, Harlen, you have protected me for days now, and it now falls to me. She said. You cannot deny me my own moment of heroism. He groaned as the door split asunder, wood shattering in all directions as the main sections fell to the chamber floor. Orcs poured in through the gap, dozens of them, and they ran for Hyandai. As they crossed the large chamber, Hyandai wailed something out in elven, and held the ehladrel before her in a perfectly vertical position, and she opened her eyes cold upon the orcs. The orcs in the frontmost rank stumbled upon seeing her visage, and the smile that came to her full lips, and the emerald ice that was her eyes. One orc in a farther back row hurled a stone at her. As the stone flew toward her, she began to dance, the ehladrel becoming an extension of her arms. The stone seemed to hit her in the head, as she turned away from it on its fast shallow arc. However, it seemed to get entangled in her red silken hair, it now was encased in her fiery tresses. The first few, brave, and apparently not overly bright orcs stepped forward, bringing up their spears threateningly. With a frightening laugh, Hyandai cut the heads from the spears, sliding the ehladrel through the shafts like a razor over chin stubble. One of the heads popped up into the air. And the ehladrel tapped it gently as it floated at the top of its trajectory. The point bulleted off into the crowd of orcs, and there was a scream as it tore through some unfortunates body in the back ranks. The three leading orcs stared at their decapitated polearms for only a moment before their own heads separated from their bodies. Moving with blinding speed, Hyandai stepped up and swung the blade in what looked like a negligent motion, and their heads simply toppled from their shoulders, followed by their slower-reacting bodies. The orcs in the front, witnessing this, were shaken greatly, but being pressed forward by their companions behind them. Harlen watched in amaze as his vision flickered between near blackness and something akin to normalcy. She danced around the front rank, the orcs being cautious and fearing the whirling blade in her hands. Here an orc clutched at his gut as his organs flooded from him, there an orcs brain slid out of his skull as the bone and flesh simply folded away from his head. The blade was nearly invisible and she was but a indistinct blur now. Suddenly, she was spinning on the toe of one foot, then the stone that had been hurled at her shot out of the vortex, striking a particularly big orc with enough force to pulverize his face and send him flipping back onto several of his smaller compatriots. She stopped a moment, the orcs watching her closely. She hurled the ehladrel at one of the orcs in the front rank. It spun toward this unfortunate, but halfway through the flight of the weapon, Hyandai collapsed onto the floor, and the orc deftly caught the ehladrel. The orcs stood for a moment, then every orc standing near the orc who caught the weapon started to fall. The orc screamed in elven with its raspy, harsh voice, as it started moving with an agility no orc ever possessed. Orcs fell all around it, arms and legs flying from them along with heads and chunks of other meat and gore. As the orcs started regaining their wits, the ehladrel was flying again, landing in the hands of a particularly large orc, with bulging muscles, heavy armor and a massive steel helm on its disfigured head. Using brute force, and the ehladrel as a single handed blade, it started to lay waste to the orcs around it, the crowd that was in the room was thinning visibly as orcs quickly lost heart and started to flee the killing field within the chamber. The floor was now slick with their flowing blood, and there were pitiable cries of the dead and dying marking time with Hyandais beautiful and terrifying dance. The massive orc shrugged off several blows from his companions, their blades deflected by the armor on its body or simply letting the blows land and do damage. Hyandai ignored the wounds, not concerned if this body survived. She reveled in the power in this beasts arms, and screamed out a incoherent cry of victory as she felled another large orc, severing his head in a clean stroke of the blade. A hurled javelin arced toward him from near the door, and the ehladrel, seemingly of its own accord, batted it into the air, and as it floated there, swatted it on the backswing, sending it rocketing into a nearby orc even as the weapon nearly bisected another orc vertically from crotch to neck. The orcs finally broke, their morale shattered by a foe that they could not kill at a distance and who they could barely wound up close, and who could move between them like a wraith, stealing their very bodies and using them to further its own ends. Screaming that the witch queen of the elves was among them, the orcs began fleeing the chamber. Hyandai cut down over a half dozen as they fled the room, hurling orcish and elven curses at the retreating figures as they bolted down the hallway. She flexed her massive arms and roared at the ceiling of the chamber. She then turned toward her body, still lying limp and forgotten on the floor. Harlen watched as the huge orc walked over to Hyandais body, and hovered over it, placing the ehladrel gently into her fingers. Then the massive creature turned her face to him. Suddenly, the orc collapsed, falling to one side as Hyandai rolled from beneath him. He was breathing, but he did not move. She rolled to her feet and brought the blade down on the orcs skull. Then she looked at the bodies littering the floor and dispatched the few who were grievously injured but not yet dead. One wounded orc was trying to crawl to the door, Hyandais cold eyes came to rest upon him. You wish to leave? She asked. The orc turned with horror in his red eyes. Please, witch, do not kill me, I will never raise my hands to you again. He begged. Her head tilted a little as she brought the ehladrel down and swept it along the floor. A spear lying there seemed to spin into the air and lance toward the orc with such force that it picked him up on its flat trajectory and impaled him against the door, the spear quivering from his chest and the light of life fading from this bloodshot eyes. I know you will not, foul beast. She said. She turned back to Harlen, her eyes still shards of emerald ice. She looked at him appraisingly for a moment, then walked up to him. Human, you are hurt. She said, her voice marked by near emotionlessness. She knelt beside him and set the ehladrel down. As soon as the weapon left her fingers, her eyes shifted and softened, and warmed. Spirits save me. She said, looking over her shoulder at the room full of carnage. Harlen, Im sorry, oh please, forgive me. She said, kissing his hand. He twitched a little and looked at her. Then smiled. Forgive you what, my betrothed. He said. For being a war goddess? She smiled timidly. It was not me. She said, eyeing the ehladrel. It was the heirloom. She kissed his hand again. You were always safe. She said, then looked at his leg. We must move quickly. She said. Leaning toward the wound. Harlen watched in fascination as she started to mend his leg. Her sweet breath cooled the wound, and the numbness that was settling on his thigh receded, and pain lanced through him again. He gasped at the pain, but it soon passed, as she mended bone, muscle and sinew. His eyes widened in fascination as he saw muscle flowing like water, filling the gap between their cords, and veins rejoining, and pulsing with blood again. The heavy bone of his thigh rejoined and fused, forming a whole piece again. Within a minute, the leg was all but mended, with only a long pink area of skin marking its former state. Hyandai looked up at him, and kissed the thigh. There were deep black marks around her eyes, and her face looked drawn and thin, even the luster of her fiery hair and the emerald of her eyes was dulled. She looked old, and she looked worn. He sat up, pain aching through his side, where the ehladrel had skinned him like a filleting knife. She rose to her feet slowly, thought she did stay upright, she swayed. I cannot run, Harlen. She said. Harlen stood up. He stooped and picked up the ehladrel, which she seemed to have forgotten. I dont think we have to. He said, looking at the empty passage beyond the door. I believe youve scared them all off. He smiled at her. You scared me pretty well, myself. He could feel the weapon tingling in his hand, but it was just a minor feeling, and probably all in his head. He put his arm around her and helped her to walk. He stopped again, and picked up his own sword, and Hyandais bow. He sheathed the sword and put the bow beside his over his back. Come, my beloved. He said. We should probably go from here.

Heartpierced - Part Three - Mack the Knife Harlen had never attended an event like this in his life. There were at least two hundreds of people, all their eyes were upon him and his wives. It was as if he could feel the weight of their appraising eyes upon him. He was unaware of the fact that for the time being, and for a few days hence, he and his were the center of all the social attention in Rikken. The low murmur stayed at a discreet, tasteful level, not enough to be considered a noisy gathering, but there were hushed words being exchanged. It was the first volley of a constant barrage of gossip that began now. The womens clothes were being analyzed, as Hyandais ears discerned quickly, and Harlens muscular build, even the color of Hyandais eyes were being discussed among those who knew of elves. This was the first impression, visual, of the trio who formed the embassy from Morrovale. While that nation was just one of many in the Western Realms, it was one of the more powerful of them, and one of the most influential, as well. Many smaller nations of the realms imitated Morrovales policies and standards. The duke was a relative unknown among the others of Feldares national leaders, and his chosen ambassadors even less so. That, Harlen decided, was what this party was for. He was being scouted out. No one missed this gathering, as they would miss their chance to discover some critical information about him, perhaps, even, something no one else had noticed. In the rarified airs the huntsman now found himself, information of your fellows was a commodity, and, right now, he was an unknown quotient. Harlen vowed to himself to keep as much of that equation blank as he could. Watch yourself, beloved, whispered Wendy as they reached the ballroom floor. Ive seen this look on powerful folks faces before. They are taking your measure. Harlen let the tiniest of lopsided grins form on his lips. With these tights, Ive no doubt they are, he retorted. The crowd was mystified by the enigmatic smiles both women donned at the moment that they reached the floor. Their simple elven-style gowns were commented upon, favorably, though it required a elfin figure to don them properly, commented many women who were more full figured than the wives of Harlen. Immediately great debate began as to the heredity of Wendy. Was she Westron or Ghantian? Some knowledge of her past was already circulating in the social circles. Her father owned properties in Vilders, linking the ambassador to the very city that was hosting this event. However, it was said that her grandfather on her mothers side owned properties in Morrovale, as well, marking her as a potential heiress to two lands dynasties. Details were sketchy at best, though. Another persistent rumor was that she was a highly placed member of some sort of warrior guild in Ghant, and had slain dangerous monsters in her past, which intrigued many of the lords and ladies present. Much more was known of Hyandai, as a figure of almost legendary proportions in Rikken and the rest of the Isles. She was host to the military knowledge of Verus, a national hero of two nations, both here and his homeland of Abia. Her being an elf, naturally, led to other speculation among the crowd. Most humans of the Isles knew well of fey, as most knew elves personally, or at least had met many and spoken at length with some. Her fey seemed shrouded in mystery, which, in turn, led to guessing as to which of the dark fey she might possess that would lead it to being secreted. Harlen, though, was an enigma to most of these folk. Word had come of the Battle of Embalis, and the part played by the Rangers of Morrovale. A secretive and mysterious element. None claimed even to know of them until they showed themselves at that opportune moment. He was a commander within that regiment, and this marked him with pride, for the rangers still enjoyed high honor in the Isles, and were often leaders and other important figures. Further, he was impressive in and of himself, his height and massive build cut an intimidating figure in his ranger doublet. No doubt this man was a force to be reckoned with in a fight, but how much so in a negotiation? Lastly, and possibly the most titillating, from the viewpoint of the true gossip mongers, was the nature of their marriage. The word that had circulated was that it was a fully tri-directional marriage, and that the women were equally wed to one another as to him. This led to much discussion of the sexual possibilities that this arrangement would lead to. Some folk were mildly scandalized, others greatly so, still others were simply intrigued and curious. Many men had a touch of envy for the handsome ranger and his two quite attractive brides. Others, likewise, felt pity for a man forced to deal with two wives. These opinions were likely based upon their pleasure or lack thereof at their own choice of mates. Over four hundred eyes watched them stop at the bottom of the stairs and took in the Vilderian merchants approach. Some spoken greetings were uttered between the trio and the three leading merchants. The noise level increased, and a moment later, the music began again. The leadmost merchant, a fellow named Imvagelli, spoke to Harlen in earnest for a moment, praising his stunning entrance and begging leave to bend his ear in private - later of course. People approached the trio in small groups or individuals, and soon, as Harlen noted occurred at parties, the three were far separated as differing factions wished to exchange pleasantries with them and introduce themselves. Hyandai was in a quite animated conversation with a diminutive man with slanted eyes and a head of silver hair. He also had a long, slender moustache that actually drooped off his face on either end. When the little man spoke, Harlen watched to see if the moustaches wispy ends ever got inhaled, which did not seem to happen. They seemed awfully comfortable together, and Harlen decided to find out who he was - when it was convenient. That though had barely gelled when another man, tall and lean, like a fence post, walked up and presented his hand. Harlen took it and shook the offered limb. I am Helmut Gleiss, ambassador of Sudhof in the Southern Realms, he said in a accented, booming voice. Harlen smiled, filling the gentleman in on the redundant information of his own title. We are far from Morrovale, but we welcome a fellow Realmsman to the shark infested waters. Arent we a ways from the coast now? asked Harlen, blinking. Helmut laughed loudly, enough so that several nearby folk peered over to see what this source of joviality might be. Indeed we are, Master Harlen, but these sharks, they have legs. He looked around, giving each dignitary at the event a short, judging stare. Harlen chuckled at that. I see, he said. Well, I will keep an eye out for their teeth then. Both Harlen and Hyandai had rather worried over Wendys reaction to this gathering, but their fears were groundless. She moved into the crowd like a practiced huntsman through underbrush. All three of them were in demand as partners for conversation, and they were accosted again just as soon as one discussion ended, or even just before. A half hour after their arrival, the lights were dimmed by drawing a screen of finely-etched wood over the chandelier. This cued everyone to clear the polished marble of the dance floor. A moment later, music began. It was unfamiliar to Harlen or Hyandai, but Wendy recognized it right off, grabbing Hyandais arm and dragging her onto the floor. After they began to dance, a feminine voice came from his right. They dance marvelously, you must be very proud, she said. Harlen turned to regard a woman who stood every inch as tall as he. She was also ten or more years his senior, though still a very lovely woman. She had hair, plaited into a rope down her spine which reached past her well-shaped backside that was both auburn and gray. I am, said Harlen, but I would be remiss if I didnt ask such a lovely woman as you to dance when she is not already doing so. She turned a bright smile onto him, straightening a row of dark freckles across her upper cheeks and the bridge of her nose. I see how you managed to garner two wives, she said, appreciatively. She held out her hand and Harlen escorted her onto the floor. They had as much to do with that as I, said Harlen as they began the slow, close waltz. So I have heard, said the tall Coghlandish woman. Its very - interesting. Harlen raised an eyebrow. Ive wondered how much of our business is known by the people of the Isles, he said. Not so much as we would like to think, she said, again giving him a another wide smile. Her gown, like the ones worn by most women at this event, was form-fitting and sheer. Her body was quite athletic and showed little sign of her age, he discovered as they danced. Im rather surprised to find Coghlandish representation here, said Harlen, eyeing her red and blue tartan. What clan are you part of? he asked. She looked at it. Clan McEllis, she replied. We are a sept of the MacEwan. Harlen knew little of the Coghlanders and the structure of their clans and septs, but decided to learn more at the soonest. My name is Mairead, by the way, she said, as if just remembering to introduce herself. Everyone here knows your name. She broke into a more florid, natural smile. I was quite happy to see a tall man descend those stairs, she said, dancing with a man of small stature is rather trying for both parties. As she said this, her thigh crept between his on the next step, and slid along his inner leg slowly as they flowed into the next motion. His organ pressed firmly to her leg, then slid over it. It reacted almost instantly, already stiffening as the contact broke. Harlen swallowed and tried to pull back a bit. You flatter me, Harlen of Morrovale, she said in a quiet voice, and only smiling enough to register pleasure, not ridicule. Still, Harlen felt heat rise in his cheeks and he tried to don a smile himself. These tights are rather revealing, he replied. Mairead slid against him again on the next downbeat and Harlen would have sworn there was a hand involved in what passed over his thigh were both not on his shoulders. He was fully roused now and mercifully, the tall, muscular Coghlander seemed determined to keep herself in contact with that warm patch of his tights, else all others at the event would have known as well. Youve done it now, well have to dance until it subsides, he said, whispering into her ear. I can do a dance that will make it subside in mere moments, though I fear your tights would suffer for it, she said, her nails dragging on his own neck. Neither eventuality came to pass, however, as Hyandai somehow managed to cut in for the final third of the song. Harlen was unsure how it had been done, but he was suddenly facing his elven bride and she smiled up at him, raising an eyebrow at his obvious erection. Im glad youre here, he said. I got rather overexcited and feared that Mairead would take advantage of it. She giggled, a sound that elicited glances from several nearby couples. It was she who gestured for me to come over, said Hyandai, pressing firmly to his middle and moving her body in a way that surely would have gained comment, had it been noted. I think she was as fearful of her own reactions to you as you to yours. Harlen glanced over to the wall, were the middle-aged Coghlandish woman was fanning herself with a large lacy fan and seemed a bit redder than her normal complexion. The two of them were not precisely dancing as most of the couples were. Hyandai seemed to add flourishes to the movements, while Harlen moved with somewhat fewer. It seemed, however, that it was proper, as they did it, and mostly it just raised the crowds estimation of Hyandai, and marked Harlen as slightly, and charmingly nervous. A few, however, smelled blood in the water already. Perhaps I should let the ambassador handle his own negotiations from now on? asked Hyandai, grinning at him. Im certain Morrovale and Coghland could come to some sort of mutual and satisfactory - position - with little debate. Harlen felt his ears turn bright red and gaped at her. Ten minutes at a gathering of dignitaries and already you would toss me aside, he said with a grin. Where is the cad who has caught your emerald eyes? Might it be that charming man from Niliwan? Hyandai giggled again, and the crowd was now used to the sound, it only garnered shared smiles from the other dancers. He is almost old enough to be my father and that says much. Ill say it is, said Harlen, turning to look at the wizened, miniature figure near the doors to the veranda. He must be over a hundred. One hundred and eight, said Hyandai, nodding. Even elves would regard him as more than mature. I met him when I was here before, during the Abian Wars. Harlen kept forgetting that she had clear memory of those events, even if he were only eight. He reminded himself that she was, in elven terms, older than Trevir then. Did you have a crush on this Verus? asked Harlen. A crush? asked Hyandai, lifting that analytical eyebrow. An infatuation? Yes, replied Harlen. Hyandai chewed her cheek a bit, a habit picked up from Wendy, then said, I suppose I did, she said. He fascinated me and made me feel safe. Then she hastily added, He was a good man, Harlen, and never would have done anything improper, even if my fey had been active then. Those last words came out in a rush that sounded, to Harlens ears, a bit too quickly said. Was your fey active then? he asked. Hyandai flushed so thoroughly that even her bared shoulders turned slightly pink. It became so while I lived in Verus and Imogenes home. Harlen pulled her close. Sorry, I should not pry into your life before we ever met, about things that embarrass you, he said. His elven bride clung to him. I have no secrets from you, beloved, she said. I would not marry a man who could not hear all of my tales. The song ended and the dancers gave a quick round of applause to the orchestra, who were leaving the alcove for a short intermission. They have acquired a virtuosa violinist this night, said Hyandai. I have heard even elves weep at the sound of her playing. Harlen raised his own eyebrow this time. Elves admitting a human can move them musically? he asked. Cereandel once said most human music gives elves headaches. Cereandel would not admit humans stronger than elves had you not bested father in arm wrestling at our wedding feast, said Hyandai curtly. Her brother was a touchy subject and one Harlen loved to poke her with. I have watched him dance a jig to human fifers just as enthusiastically as to elven harps. The image of her brother, a blade dancer, one of the elves most elite of warriors, dancing a peasants jig to a fife rather amused Harlen and he smiled. As it turned out, the sidestepping conversation the two just finished had thoroughly placated his swollen excitement and he was comfortable once again, though the tights still felt tight. Harlen was startled to see three elves standing on the side, each dressed in gowns very similar to Hyandais own, but in green and gold. Men near these three women seemed obviously discomfitted. Where Hyandai had somewhat softened features, almost human in proportions, these three were all elven, classically so. Their faces were sharp, with slim noses and nearly pointed chins. It made them look somewhat like birds of prey, lovely and dangerous at the same time. The inward and downward angles were even translated to their eyes, which sloped down almost half as far as they were wide, and elves had large eyes. All three were silver eyed, as was most common among their kind. For elves to have golden eyes, like Hyandai, was considered most unappealing in elves, by elves. The fact that Hyandais eyes were currently emerald green was commented upon by the people in the crowd, as it marked her as having been recently very excited and sated. They would have been scandalized to know Hyandai often went months with green eyes, so much so that golden was the rarer color for her. Their own eyes would turn blue in such a situation, yet their eyes were silver. Who are they? asked Harlen, indicating the knot of elven women with his drink, trying to not stare. Hyandai gave them an edgewise glance. I know only one, she said. They wear the royal colors, though, so I would think representatives of the Windirii Crown. Wives of the ambassador? asked Harlen. Three wives is exceedingly rare, beloved, said Hyandai. Two is rare enough to merit comment, three would be a scandal, even among elves. As they spoke, the three separated, almost as if engaging in a scouting mission. One moved left, one right, and the last moved ahead, into the crowd. The looks on their faces, though smiling, were earnest. People of the Windy Isles were used to elves behaving in unusual ways, to human eyes, and paid no heed, beyond that given any attractive woman moving through a crowd. Wendy sidled up to the two of them. Lords save me, she said. Word has gotten around that Im some sort of dragon slayer or something. Harlen barked a laugh, then smiled at the glare Wendy gave him. Dragons are a myth, he said. Hyandai looked at him with wide eyes. You, married to an elven woman, can say that? she asked. You thought us a myth until you ran into me in the forest. He blinked. Well, arent they? It was Wendys turn to laugh. Myths dont burn down villages, husband, she said. In northern Ghant, about three years gone, a dragon came down out of the Sawtooth Mountains. It took three regiments of the Vilderean army to force him out and back into the mountains. Harlen blinked again. Oh, he said, then his eyes focused. Ran into you? he asked, looking at Hyandai with a grin. Hyandai shrugged. We might discuss all night who ran into whom, and still never know the truth of it, she said, a look of innocence on her face. At that point, a huge man, wearing some sort of silken sash, approached and Harlen found himself very much alone with the ambassador of Murder Isle. He rather found the name disturbing, but the man was interesting to speak with. Murder Isle, he discovered, was an independent city state in the Crystern Isles, the only such actual nation. As such, it saw itself as the rightful inheritor of the isles themselves and those three factions, the Coghlanders, the Theocracy, and the Rojando, as interlopers on their lands. Ambassador Talask was a short man, and very round. Even his face seemed to be painted upon a sphere that sat atop another that was he torso. Despite his fat, he seemed a fine fellow. Harlen rather liked the Coghlandish and Rojando ambassadors, and found himself wanting to like the Islander ambassador, as well. He now saw one of the many traps of politics and diplomacy. The enemy of your friend is what to you? He did see the mans point, though. There were people already living on the islands, and had been since it had been a Ghantian penal colony. Before that there were native folks, though they never lived on more than a handful of islands. They were not simply desert isles to be fought over like a chess board. Alas, were it not for the Coghlanders and Rojando, we would be under Theocracy rule, said the man. Though I dont think Rojando rule would serve us much better, in truth. Harlen thought of telling him to speak to Mairead, who, representing at least some of the Coghlanders, might be the least of three evils. How is it youve not fallen to one of the three? We maintain strict neutrality in Tressen, Lord Harlen, said the governor. All ships are welcome to dock and trade in the city. Even the theocracy? asked Harlen, rather stunned. Even the theocracy, said Ambassador Talask. Did we not, they would likely descend upon us and raze it to the ground and put many to the spear. Harlen shook his head in amazement. I never would have thought the Theocracy would stand even for what you do, he said. I hear they are ruthless. We are not truly worth their trouble, said Talask. The blue robes would make an open attack very pricy for them, and they dont wish to pay such a price to take a place they can dock at freely. Harlen blinked after him. Blue robes? he asked. A sect of the church? No, no, said Talask. Wizards. The blue robes are a organized group of wizards who have their home in Tressen. Harlen thought of wizards, organized into a fighting unit, like a battalion of archers. The thought of such men, in numbers, working together, rather made him queasy. I can see why it would give them pause, he said. Indeed, said Talask. Were not even sure we trust the blue robes, but dont dare weaken them even a whit. A small man, who had been standing nearby, listening, obviously, spoke up. Did you know there is an animal on the Minean Isles called a whit? It is the source of that saying, many believe. Harlen and Talask both regarded the small man. He had the look of a scribe about him, or so Harlen thought. He was balding with a fringe of black hair around the sides and back of his skull. I am Ambassador Lurmas, of the Grand Duchy of Westenford, he said. Ah! exclaimed Talask. I remember you arriving, was it a month ago? he asked. Yes, said Lurmas. The Grand Duke, Geldan, sent me to ensure that Morrovale was not securing any advantages too great. Harlen blinked at the little man. He had heard of the Duchy of Westenford, but the Grand Duchy? Harlen bowed nonetheless. It is fine to meet another Realmsman, then, Lord Lurmas, Harlen said. The little man bowed in return. And to you, Lord Harlen, he replied. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that Morrovale had yet to even dispatch their embassy after I arrived. Your arrival was rather a shock to us all, said Talask. We hardly knew what was happening when you were amid us. That explains the less than opulent welcome I received, he said, looking at the ornate ballroom and the hundreds of guests. Harlen wondered if it explained it, in truth, but let it go for now. No point in starting a war in the Western Realms way off here in the Windy Isles. From what he recalled, Westenford was a Duchy in title only, and little larger than one of the two Baronies that were part of the Duchy of Morrovale. And now it was a Grand Duchy? He would have Wennan look into this and was somewhat annoyed to have not been told already. First night as an ambassador, and Im annoyed at the staff for not knowing something, thought Harlen to himself. He looked about during a lull in the conversation to see Hyandai and Wendy were separated as well, Hyandai speaking to one of the three elven women who had arrived late, and Wendy being accosted by three men wearing golden braids on their shoulders, military men, from the look of them. He thought to rescue Wendy, when two of the overdressed and overpadded Vilderean merchants approached him with obvious intent. He decided she was on her own for now. She could always fight her way clear, if need be. Lord Harlen. . . the first began, his voice booming with practiced joviality. - - - Why are there three of the Sisters of Secrets here? asked Hyandai in an accusing tone, eyeing the pendant on the elven womans belt, a silver cluster of leaves that formed a circle. The woman almost did not deign to look at her, but spoke. We do not desire to answer questions from the uninitiated, she replied in a cool tone. Jhentiel, I know you, we grew up together in Embalis, hissed Hyandai. Do not act as if we are strangers. Jhentiel turned an eye upon Hyandai, the silver glittering with something like distaste. You knew me, she said. And you were my best of friends, Hyandai of clan Yavanaur, but you ended that when you declined the Laure. I could not accept the Laure and you know it, said Hyandai, her voice tinging with anger. Jhentiels eyes darkened, ever so slightly, to the color of wrought iron. You did not even try, Hyandai, you just turned your back on your people and cleaved to these - humans. She gazed over the milling crowd. Do not mistake me, I do not dislike men as did the traitors, may their souls rot, but I would not be one of your warwolves, as you call yourselves. She shuddered and paused before she could go on. Our numbers are dwindling, as they have for millenia, but you seek to weaken our blood further by intermingling with humans. Youve born a child, or so I hear, and blessed is that, even if he is a half human. Hyandais eyes flashed to golden, in an instant and Jhentiel stepped back half a step, noting the massive and sudden shift in color. I am gratified you acknowledge my child at all! hissed the auburn-haired elf. Had I left it to an elven lad to give me a child, I would still be seeking my first lover. Hyandai, you blame, still, your golden eyes for too many things, said Jhentiel. It was your distance that drove away the young men, the way you held to yourself, not you eyes of gold or your soft features. You simply dislike being an elf, and you should admit that, you will be happier. Hyandai seethed under the calm speech of the elven woman. This is all beside the point, she finally said. Why are you here? And I said the Sisters are not beholden to answer the questions of one who betrayed them and her own blood, said Jhentiel. There is a problem, beloved? asked a voice from behind Hyandai in slightly accented elven. She felt a strong, cool hand on the bare small of her back and an immense sense of joy at the presence of Wendy. Wendy fastened her deep sapphire eyes upon Jhentiel. It sounded almost like this woman here said you were some sort of traitor, though my elven is not quite up to understanding the subtleties. The smile Wendy donned at that point was alarmingly placid. I know one of your sister elves would never speak to you like that, though, so obviously I am mistaken. None would call the one who found such help to defend an entire town of elven folk a traitor to her people, would they? Hyandais human wifes mastery of elven was quite obviously good enough to have understood every word spoken. What Jhentiel did not know was how good her hearing might be. She looked away, breaking contact with those damning blue eyes, to gaze toward her companions who stood some ten paces away, looking worriedly at her. Of course not, Lady Wendy, said Jhentiel, giving the human a slight curtsy. Hyandai and I are old friends, and we sometimes speak too frankly to one another. My pardon, but my companions are ready to leave. Good evening. Wendy watched them go. Bitch, she hissed between clenched teeth. Is there an elven word for that? Hyandai thought for a moment. There is, though it does not translate well, she said, though her voice sounded distant. I expect a full explanation of this later, said Wendy. I need to know if that woman will walk away from our next meeting or need to be carried. Do not toy with her, said Hyandai. The sisters are not to be trifled with. Neither am I, said Wendy. Nor are mine. Hyandai kissed her cheek. My heroine, she said, smiling. I could not have better defenders than you and Harlen. Wendy blushed and gave Hyandai a smile that made her dimpled cheeks rise. I just dont like seeing you upset, beloved, she said. It seems whenever other elves are about, youre upset. The two moved off the main walkway around the dance floor and Hyandai said, It is mostly my own doing, Wendy. I have made some choices that are very unpopular with other elves, above and beyond choosing human spouses. This goes back many years, and has nothing to do with you and Harlen. If it has to do with you, I doubt Harlen will see it that way, nor will I, said Wendy, glowering at the trio of elven women as they ducked out the main entry. We will speak further of it later, said Hyandai. Wendy nodded and saw the men with the golden braids on their shoulders approaching again. More military talk, I fear, said Wendy, a look of dread in her eyes. They think I am some sort of captain in the Morrovale army, for some reason. Why would they think that? asked Hyandai. Wendy gave her a weak smile. Perhaps I said something like Im a captain in the army of Morrovale, she said. It sort of just slipped out. Hyandai gave her a shocked look and stepped back a pace. Ill not rescue you from your own pit, then, she said. Enjoy your talk of armies and battles. She disappeared behind a small knot of Windy Islander merchants who seemed intent to wait until Harlen had finished speaking to the Vilderean merchants to make their introductions to him. - - - Renna closed the door gently on the slumbering Templar. She felt naked without her armor and sword at her side, only a long dagger decorated her slender belt of silver links. Only three times, and you must sleep? she asked in a whisper, grinning. Perhaps I should not have drunk so deeply of you that last time. She could barely silence the little giggle that tried to escape her. All men fed her needs, though some willingly, some less so. She regarded herself in a mirror at the end of the hall. The innkeeper was not wealthy enough for a mirror in each room, so one large one had to make do for all tenants. Her hands moved over her dress, Islander cut, with a low cleavage and knee-length hem. She liked the feel of the cotton against her flesh, it was soft without sliding so sinfully as silk did. Renna often forgot herself in silks, growing so excited by the touch of a man by the silk alone that she barely remembered to take a bit of him as payment for the pleasures she provided. The cotton felt good, but not quite that good. Rikken was full of heretics and in this place she could feed to her hearts content, only doing service to the One. She smiled as she gazed down the stairs at the crowded common room, then let her hair fall over her shoulders. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked ten years younger, barely a girl of sixteen, with rich chestnut hair. She had seen the girl earlier, who she wore now. A pretty girl, and very innocent looking. These heretics would not be able to resist the draw of this pretty oval face and the unknowing, but eager expression. True to her suspicions, she was soon regarding a young man, obviously fresh from the farmsteads outside the city, and scrubbed pink. No doubt scrubbed by his own mothers hand just prior to his journey into the big city. She noted his tapping another young man and they both followed with their eyes as she crossed the common room, giving them a last glance before going out the door. Before taking ten steps outside, they were on the street behind her. Renna feigned a bit of fear and ducked into the nearest alley, shuffling her feet but not moving terribly fast. They followed, murmuring to one another, and picking up their pace. She was not sure if these young men would be aggressive, but hoped to make them so. Stopping with a suddenness, like she finally realized her error, she turned. Please dont hurt me, Ill do whatever you want, she said, in a frightened flutter. The two needed little more goading than that. The first young man, a good-looking lad walked up to her and touched her bare arm. We wont hurt you, he said. I think youll enjoy it as much as we do. The other young man chuckled deeply, a sinister sound that seemed very out of place opposite the innocent farmboy face. Renna forced herself to swallow, as if in fear, and put what she hoped was a forced smile into place, though it might seem predatory to the wary. These lads had some alcohol in them, though, and they were far from wary. Just dont hurt me, I have no money, but Ill do what you want. He pulled her toward him, though not forcefully. The young heretic was not confident of what he was doing and she decided to make him at least earn the prize he was about to claim. With a quick tug, she tried to pull away, managing to dislodge one of his hands, the other tightened on her upper arm and she started bolting for the alley mouth. The other youngling, the one who had chuckled, did not seem as hesitant, and slapped her, backhanded. This wrenched her remaining arm loose from the first boy and she slumped to the wall. Please, Im sorry, I wont try to run, she said. She tasted the blood in her mouth from the quick backhanding. Farmboy or no, he had a strong arm and she found herself not needing to feign timidity. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her blouse. Let me do it, she said, please. The forceful one had been reaching for her buttons but pulled back to watch her strip by the dim light that managed to penetrate this far into the alley. Even before the blouse was off her, she felt four hands groping her breasts and shoulders, their calloused palms scratching and gripping too forcefully, with the eagerness of both inexperience and some measure of fear at what they were doing. These men were not experienced rapists. Renna stood, eyes downcast and untied her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, wearing now only a thin cotton slip. Both they young mens eyes were drawn to her bare legs now and she turned her eyes up slowly and hesitantly. The eagerness in their eyes disgusted her, even as she took pleasure from knowing she was causing it to be there. The rough hands were on her again, pushing down the loose slip and groping her butt and pubic mound. Fingers pushed into her front and back and she whimpered as if pained. All she could hear now was the excited, rapid breathing of the two young men and their frantic groping at thier own clothes. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to not take an active role in the act. She was supposed to be being raped, after all. She felt herself lifted and laid upon some rough, burlap-covered surface, some crates, maybe. Decent of them, to at least spread the burlap for her. If they were not experienced, they seemed a bit creative. With some scuffling and moving of her about like a sack of potatoes, she was put into a position on her side where both had access to her. The gentler lad pushed his prick into her cunt, and she wondered if he noted how moist and slick it was, considering she was supposed to be frightened, not aroused. He seemed to take little notice, ramming himself to the hilt in her and grunting with pleasure. The other lad, the one with more spine and less reserve, spit on his prick, a long strand of slick bile, then shoved it, with equal force, into her ass. Renna did not have to fake a pained expression, the lad was well endowed and was holding little back. She would bleed a bit from this rough use to her backside. While the two thrust into her, grunting and grinning at one another, she made pitiable whimpering noises, but began to mix begrudged moans among them. The two were quite enthusiastic, if lacking in style or skill. She slowly gave herself over to enjoying the lusty penetration of the men and even encouraging them with her hands. She put one on each mans backside, pulling them into her with more force. The crueler one chuckled again, bending to bite her neck, thinking he was in control of this event. Renna began to focus her mind, reaching out and touching the spirits of these two young men even as they took pleasure in her body. The hesitant lad, she would spare, but would still punish for his trespass. The cruel one, the one so casually using her anus for his pleasure, and who had slapped her down, he would feed her well. The boy in her cunt came, spending himself. It was beyond his imaginings though, and pleasure and pain tore through him as he kept climaxing and spending. She wondered if the other man would note the lads oddly overwhelming orgasm, but he seemed oblivious, concentrating on the pleasure he felt. All for the better. He began to grunt more earnestly and she coaxed him while still the first boy cried out in the odd mix of sensations. She even screamed in pleasure, not as he thought, her pleasure was originating more deeply, from the place they fed. The young man in her backside spent and she cried out again. The first youth collapsed atop her, panting shallowly and covered in a sheen of cool sweat. He was unconscious, and would stay that way for some days. He would awaken to find himself with some gray hairs and a fear of taking a woman that he may or may not be able to explain. She merely sipped a tithe of him, maybe seven years of his young life. The other man, the cruel one, with the heart blacker than the first, she had no such restraint for. As she felt his semen fill her bowels, she pulled with her mind, touching the place in him where his life pulsed. He did not stop. It did not take long for his grunts of ecstasy to turn into whimpers of agony and fear. He could not force his body to stop thrusting into her, nor prevent himself from continually spending. She owned him now, and would consume him. Not that she could truly use so much energy, far from it. She had to bleed it off, letting it flow into the air about her in a shower of arcing lightning. His eyes widened as he saw this, even in his pain. One save me! he cried out between moans. Too late for that, heretic, she hissed. She could see his skin growing tight over his bones and his eyes sinking into his skull, like a man starving in mere seconds. He gasped a hoarse, dry rattle, then collapsed, falling back and pulling from her. She held the energy he had just fed into her and felt it course through her body, curling up and caressing herself with pleasure. Great was her joy at feeling his soul tear free of his body even as the last of his seed went into her and she cooed, like a child with a new kitten. Slowly, she rose, hesitantly, humming quietly to herself. She used her mind to lift the soundly sleeping youth onto the rough boxes they had thrown her upon and let him lie. The corpse, a dried, wasted husk, she kicked aside, ribs crumbling like plaster and the skull tumbling from a withered neck. She dressed, still humming, buttoning her blouse and looking toward the street. If it would not be an utter waste of livestock, she would feed more this night, in this generous larder of heretics. However, she could consume her fill again, when she was ready. Her own appearance, tall and dark and regal, was back in place before she strode from the alley, smiling at those around her who were stumbling out of the inn and smiling at her and gauging her with appraising eyes. Renna toyed with the idea of just bedding a man or two, there were some handsome men among the crowd. The very idea of letting a heretic take her and not charging a fee for it made her shudder. She had to give herself a stiff reminder that she was among the forsaken folk, and not to enjoy her part in exacting the Ones vengeance too much. That was the twist of it, was it not? Should it not be a joy enacting the will of the One? As one, doubly chosen by the One, could she not do nearly any act, and it be, by his Grand Design, enforcing his will? Still, she thought, much still needs doing, and I must rest some time, despite the deep draft I drank this night. She rebuffed a man attempting to engage her in talk at the bar as she sipped a glass of wine before returning to her room, though again the temptation was there to take up the whim with him. Slipping into bed beside Pharen, still sleeping soundly from the very shallow sip she had taken even from him. Perhaps I will stop drinking from Pharen, for now at least, while among such a rich source of more, she thought. - - - It seemed interminable. From one dignitary to another, Harlen felt as if he were being bounced around the room. In truth, he stayed stationary while others moved away and approached. Had he yet spoken to everyone here? He felt sure that he had spoken to this man before him, and embassy from Shield Island, and therefore a puppet of Costa Roja, if the rumors be true. Hyandai and Wendy were both equally being spoken to, though they, at least, gained the respite of the dance floor. Almost any man present would be eager to dance with an elven maiden, if they danced at all, and Hyandai found her hand passed from one to another as they kept her on the floor for long stretches, until the Orchestra took a pause. Wendy, like himself, found a ever-moving conversation, equally divided among men of a military bearing and socialites, who sought to discover exactly who she was, in the scheme of things. Some of the conversations seemed to hold her interest, others she seemed forced to endure, like an odious chore in the middens. Harlen looked up from the Shield Islander, who had been born in Costa Roja, and spoke with the distinct Rojando accent, but denied any connection between his lands and the Costa, and scanned for Hyandai. Wendy he could see across the room, cornered by three Windy Islander rangers wearing officer sashes. Hyandai, however, was not to be seen. This worried him until he crossed gazes with the tiny Niliwander ambassador, who pointed at the bank of wide double doors that let out onto the veranda. The ambassador walked over and said, She is well, I saw her speaking with a young man a few minutes ago. A moments thought went into pursuing her into the less crowded air outside when the Vilderean merchant representatives approached again. No doubt they sought to clear up some minor point they had thought of while scheming with their heads together. He turned to feign conversation with the Niliwander, but he was gone. - - - I am amazed at how huge this party is, said Hyandai to the young man, who had said he was Kristoff, a visiting nobleman from the Southern Realms. His father was a baron or some such, and he was seeing the world prior to entering service to the kings armies. Which king? asked Hyandai, blinking. Kristoff stared blankly at her. The only true king, milady Hyandai, he said. Ludwig. Ah, said Hyandai, nodding and smiling. I see. She pointedly avoided pointing out that, currently, two men claimed the crown of the Southern Realms. Ludwig and Gerhard, and both had, almost exactly, the same right to claim the kingship. The resulting civil unrest caused by this had yet to flash over to open warfare, as both sides continued to negotiate. However, it was obvious neither would abdicate to the other, despite promises of high office and privileges being given to the one who flinched first. It may not yet be open warfare, but both sides were girding for it, and there had probably been enough deaths by creeping shadows and from hidden knives than in many wars, especially among the nobles. Kristoff seemed slightly out of sorts about her question, as if his allegiance had an obvious and deserving party. However, she was spared the necessity of trying to smooth over this by the appearance beside the tall, blond Southron, of a strikingly handsome man, wearing the tunic of the rangers. Milady Hyandai, I apologize for not seeking you out earlier, but I had pressing duty, he said, bowing low, elven fashion, with one leg forward and pressing his upper body to that leg. She echoed the bow, smiling. As I knew not who would be here, I cannot be offended, she said. Everyone knows it is the honor and right of the guests of highest place to be the most fashionably late, he retorted, smiling. I have other reasons to wish to meet with you, though, milady, I am Tanverus Drusus. Hyandai stared for a long moment, her mouth open slightly. All expression had drained from her features. You were so young, she said, reaching out a hand to touch fingertips to the stubble on his chin. Only a small child. Drusus grinned at her. Even you have grown in those years, lady, he said. You looked to be a girl of twelve then, only smaller. She returned the grin. You look like the drawings Emogen showed me of Verus, said Hyandai. When he was first made an officer. Her gaze lowered to the silver baldric across his chest, upon which a ceremonial saber hung. She giggled, almost like a younger girl. As you are, I see, as well. The longer she looked at him, the more he looked like the man she had known twenty years before. The warrior and hero of the Windy Isles, Tanverus Crusus. Known to most as simply Verus. He had, in less than ten days, put an end to a war that had raged for years, and given the Windy Isles its peace for the first of long years. That was before the Ghantian Wars, but still, it had been a respite. Grandmother would be offended if you did not visit at some point, while you are on the Isles, he said, in mock tones of chiding. Hyandai felt a rush of emotion toward the young man, misplaced, perhaps, in that her feelings were for Verus himself. However, in her mind, for a moment, he was Verus and she embraced him fiercely, tears running down her cheeks. During a time when a young woman needed someone beside her, Verus had been there, and her own parent could not have been. Her mother died in those months, and her father made captive by the Abians. Verus had been a kind, gentle hand in those trying times and she had latched onto the strength in the hands of a huge and invulnerable human, at least in her view. She pulled back, sniffing. I apologize, she said. The young man smiled. We miss him, also, milady, he said, stifling a glitter in his eyes and donning a bittersweet smile. Hyandai craned her neck back to look upon the mans face. Elves, whether by desire or design, saw people differently from humans. Their own long lives and seeming everlasting blush of health made them see humans with a viewpoint not like the eyes of men. She had looked upon Verus, a man of many years, those twenty years before, and seen the man as he had been in the prime of his days, as this lad looked now, as Harlen and Wendy would forever look to her. It was something difficult to explain to her spouses, who sometimes fretted that they would grow old long before her. She smiled and assured them, as best she could, that she would still love them, that it would not fade, even a little, as their bodies aged. So, by the elven eyes of Hyandai, Verus had looked as this young man looked, and the two were nearly the same, like brothers. Shaking her head, she pulled back, You look just like he did, she said. Now that I see you clearly. Drusus blinked. Surely he was old when you first met him, he said. Still, he and you share a visage, she said, then smiled wryly. Not an unappealing one, mind, she hastily added. A light blush rose to the lads cheeks. We boys, the grandsons, had hoped you would stay to womanhood, he said. We often competed, races and wrestling, to think we would claim the right of your affections when we were of age. You were beauty personified to us lads. You and the lady Emogen, that is. It was Hyandais turn to blush. I never knew it, she said. You lads hid it well. We resented you, too, he said, the smile turning bittersweet again. We knew of all the hours that you spent hearing grandfather speak, telling all his stories for you to scribe. We envied you those hours, though we knew, deep down, that it was necessary. Hyandai blinked at him. You envied me? she asked, then shook her head, sending her plaited hair waving. I envied that you got the true comfort from him, the hugs and the kisses. You were his blood, and it was obvious, to me, the differences. A fine lot we were, no? asked Drusus. Both envying the other and not simply enjoying what we did have. We did that, as well, at least I did, said Hyandai. I was asked by elves if I ever felt my days wasted penning the book of his lore, but I said it was maybe the most important thing I will ever write. A long pause followed. The crowds on the veranda had gone back inside, leaving only a few stragglers. The music flowed out through the open doors, and dancing had commenced again on the wide marble floor. So you thought I was pretty? asked Hyandai, giving Drusus a shy smile. Why was this not told to me? The young officer shrugged. We felt it would be like telling the sky it was blue, he said, we feared you would laugh at us as fools. Hyandais face took on a look of assumed wisdom. Always tell a woman you think she is pretty, no matter how pretty she may think she is, she said. Trust me when I say what you see and what she thinks may well not be in agreement. Well, in my defense, I was only eight, said Drusus, grinning mischievously. I didnt even like most girls, though you were an exception. You did have one cousin, Valian, who was older, said Hyandai with newfound consideration marking her features. What did he think? Drusus gave her another embarrassed grin. He agrees, right down the line, he said. Emogen caught him more than once trying to sneak peeks of you bathing. Hyandais eyes widened. I never knew! she said excitedly. She had found the tall, muscular lad handsome, if somewhat intimidating in his size. Like her husband now. He tried to spy on my baths? Tried? asked Drusus with a playful shrug. He succeeded on at least two occasions, so far as I know. She stared off into space, wondering if she could recall any sign of Valians peeping, but came up blank. The things one learns of after all the years, mused Hyandai. Things that would have served better to have been known long before. She walked a few paces down the wide stairs toward the huge gardens, lit by intermittent torches. The stairs were marble, like the rest of the palace, and so deep as to require two steps for her to descend one. Drusus followed her slowly. Would you have stayed? he asked, For Valian or another? Perhaps, said Hyandai. The distance you lads held yourself at simply confirmed what elves had said all my days, that I was plain to look upon, and odd. You? Plain? his voice rose with incredulity. You were, and still are, the prettiest elf Ive met. She looked at the officers baldric crossing his chest, his saber with a silver hilt hanging from it. He had lived in the capital of Windir for two years, training to earn that sash. He had seen many elves, hundreds. Perhaps humans, she decided, found some features of all elves appealing, but she seemed to have somewhat more human features, less sharp and angular. The reactions of men in Morrovale confirmed that they, in truth, found her pretty. Heads turned and men murmured appreciatively when she passed. She found it flattering and her pride in herself soared at those times. However, when other elves were about, she found herself wilting in on herself, as always. This night was no exception. Jhentiel was pretty, far prettier than she, an order of magnitude. She sometimes wondered if elves thought she had taken a human mate only because no elf would have her. It could be so, she supposed. Not that she was ever displeased with her spouses. Wendy was lovely, spirited, smart, and fearless, things that made her a marvel, and a wondrous lover, eager and talented both. Harlen was kind, generous, tactful, and gentle with her and everyone, from what she had seen, and his skilled hands, so adept at craftwork, were no less talented in private. Unthinking, she had wandered to a fountain and found herself gazing at her reflection in the rippling waters. She saw an elf with rounded features gazing back with golden eyes. Entirely the wrong coloration there, she thought. Those were the source of most of the askance looks from other elves, those eyes, whether golden or green. Many saw her eyes at green to be an oddity, as to who would impassion a girl with golden eyes? She had seen a elf lad once with eyes of gold. He had come to Embalis with a trader, his father. Initially, she had been excited at the sight of him, thinking them kindred spirits. However, when the lad had looked at her, she had seen the same expression of slight distaste mar his features as she saw on other elven youths. Worse, she had felt the revulsion that others felt at the sight of golden eyes up close. It shamed her to know that their prejudice against her had infected her so deeply. It had taken her father two days to find her, perched on a lookouts platform near the village, crying steadily. He had comforted her, as best he could, assuring her that love would find her, one way or another. Had he not been right, in his own fashion? Hyandai stopped this reverie, knowing it was not wise to prod old wounds, and turned to Drusus, who stood quietly at arms length. You delve deeply into your mind, he said plainly, not accusing and not asking what distracted her thoughts. She walked up to Drusus, closing the arms length to inches and reached up with a tiny hand, cupping the back of his broad neck with long, cool fingers. With the gentlest of tugs, she pulled him down and kissed him. It was a long, slow, lovers kiss and she pulled back, to leave the young officer gaping and wide eyed, his face deep crimson with shock. You have something, now, to lord over Valian, she said in a gently teasing tone. It was a long moment before Drusus spoke. I hope that your spouses are not the jealous sorts, he murmured. Not at all, said Hyandai donning a sly grin. Wendy might insist upon kissing you, herself, but Harlen probably would not be interested. She turned toward the mansion and began walking and Drusus was forced to jog to catch up to her. Why did you do that? he asked. His tone was not one of accusation, but of intense curiosity. Because it feels good to be beautiful again, she said, simply, holding out her arm and he formed a loop for her with his own. Sometimes a woman needs a kind reminder. People will talk, Lord Harlen will hear of it, said Drusus, a tinge of nervousness entering his voice. I shall deal with him, fear not, she said, patting his hand in a soothing manner. I daresay he will think nothing of it. - - - Ten Templars? asked Wendy, her eyes widening. They say that? The young officer nodded, his own eyes wide with amazement. No, no, no, there were but three, said Wendy, thought it is true that I was unarmed and naked. The three officers forming a cordon between her and the open floor all murmured in impressed tones, each voicing some question or another. Of them, only one had even seen a Templar in combat, and he described the frightening skill of the man all too well. One of the officers, the youngest, from the look of him, a man barely shaving, seemed most impressed with the naked aspect, and she found that refreshingly naive and naughty. All three were rangers, first and foremost, though, and despite the younger officers age, he was a skilled warrior, as she could tell by his motions and even how he stood still. The older ones made Wendy think of old, grizzled wolves, canny and dangerous. The young officer was like a wolf pup, just after his first winter. A danger, to be sure, but still playful and, in his own way, inexperienced in many things. However, before any of them could begin plying her with further questions regarding the three Templars, the orchestra had taken its place again and was starting another session of dances. Wendy grabbed the young one, who would be most eager to dance with her. Lets dance, she said, dragging him and pushing past the other two. I love dancing. Free of the trio, and only the young, easily impressed, one in tow, she pulled him to her and they danced. He was a good dancer, light on his feet, as most skilled swordsmen were. Im amazed that one so pretty could be such a fine warrior, he said. She noted the distinction these men drew between warriors and soldiers. A warrior was a fighting individual, a soldier fought in an army. The two could be one person, but one could certainly have the skills of one without the other. In the streets of Vilders, being pretty just means you have to defend yourself more often, she said, quietly. But I like being called pretty far more than homely and safe. The young officer was not nearly as broadly built as Harlen, but what there was of him was solid enough to please any womans touch. He had strong arms and muscled shoulders. Both, no doubt, honed by many hours with a sword. Often, at moments where she held another man in dance, she thought of what it would be like to be allowed to indulge her curiosities. That thought passed quickly though, and she was happy, as she should be, in her mind, with how her life worked out. Ive heard only a true warrior can bring himself, or herself, to fight when stripped naked, he said, still fascinated by the whole naked aspect. Wendy, still playing at being a bit of a trouble maker, pulled him tight to her, smiling. They say that of a man, she said, a woman fighting a man has all the advantages when nude, especially his lack of concentration. She could feel the young soldier stiffening against her, in more ways than one, and smiled sweetly. Wendy truly could get used to these tights men seemed to wear in these parts, on their parts. While it was true she was not allowed to truly sample the goods, to see them, and even, maybe, feel their ripeness on occasion, was not too objectionable, was it? The young soldier seemed embarrassed, blushing slightly as she made it quite evident that she knew of his condition by pressing against just that portion of his body for a moment, then pulling back slightly. I know you carry a sword, but is a knife truly necessary? she asked. The blush deepened, but he held his silence, she pressed to him again, grinning and letting one of her hands on his shoulder tickle the nape of his neck. My mistake, that hilt is far too thick for any knife, she said. A spare glow-rod, perhaps? A glow-rod was an alchemical device, used by those seeking a reliable light source and could not afford light stones. Saying that he felt like one was a bit of a overstatement, but not far from wrong, overall, and Wendy knew flattery in this part of a man would carry far. The dance ended and he bowed gracefully. Wendy observed the obvious shape in his tights and bit her lip to keep from laughing. He claimed pressing need to speak to his companion officers and moved off the floor in a rushed shuffle. Youll drive men insane doing that to them, said Harlen from behind her, finally escaped from the Vildereans again. Especially young, impressionable ones. They hear tales of diplomats wives. Im only upholding long-held traditions, said Wendy taking Harlens offered arm and looking about the room. Harlen chuckled. Traditions werent all that were long when that poor lad walked off, he said. Jealousy? she asked, stroking his cheek. Its cute on you. Harlen flushed a little. Maybe a touch of it, I suppose, he said. I thought Hyandai was the one who would be unable to resist flirting. Like that Coghlandish giantess was not taking her feel of your worth, she said, still smiling prettily. I think we should not worry about casual contact, else we will drive one another insane, no? Probably so, said Harlen, shrugging but still blushing. The party wore on, and guests thinned. There was a certain level, Wendy assured them both, at which they were free, themselves, to go. Almost to the moment she declared it time, they left. It took almost half an hour to actually make good their escape. People kept accosting them at the last moment with one conversational gambit or another until they finally cast themselves into their carriage and trundled off, bouncing toward the Morrovalian embassy.

Harlen pulled Hyandai close to him and leaned back against the mossy trunk of the tree. She peered up at him with her large emerald eyes. He thought about what the duke had said and smiled grimly as he turned to look on Wendy, leaning against another similarly mossy tree trunk. She flicked her eyes toward him and lifted two fingers. Harlen and Hyandai nodded back at her. They both spun around the trunk, in opposite directions, their bows rising in their grips as they moved. By the time the two Ghantian soldiers realized their peril, the arrows were on their way. One fell back, a long arrow sunk into his chest dead center. The other gripped at his shoulder, screaming. The scream was cut off, however, when Wendy brought the butt of her spear around and jabbed it into the middle of his forehead, sending him sprawling into unconsciousness. More Ghantian voices sounded in the mist-shrouded rainforest, alarm and threats mixed with screams. A pair of green-clad rangers ran past the trio, swords drawn, and then another walked up, right behind Trevir, who was carrying Morlani in his arms. This is your idea of a safe path? asked Harlen, turning on the young ranger who had followed Trevir. Lord Ambassador, we had no idea that they would try to stop your arrival, he said defensively. They have spies everywhere. Harlen nodded, picking up one of the Ghantians crossbows and handing it to Wendy. New toy! she exclaimed, grabbing it with both hands and immediately discharging it into the sky. They all five looked up where the bolt had just thwacked its way through the canopy of thick leaves overhead. Wendy giggled and grabbed up the bolt case on the Ghantians hip and the windlass hanging from his belt. Ive always wanted one of these; I stink at archery. Hyandai was already halfway back to the small train of wagons, where Young Tammer was still with the nanny, hiding among the massive chests that the duke had provided them. Half a dozen Ghantian soldiers lay scattered on the ground, in various states of dead. Most were killed by arrows, though two had deep puncture wounds in their chests and one had his throat cut. As the trio mounted the wagons, the rangers started trickling back from the woods. There were six of them as escort. They carried one of their own among them, wounded, but still alive. Hyandai knelt over him; he had been sliced across his chest and stomach. She leaned down, and with a grimace, pushed a bit of exposed gut back into place as the man screamed. Then she began breathing on the wound. A process Harlen never tired of watching followed; the wounds began to mend, knitting themselves closed and the skin rapidly growing before his eyes. Five minutes after she began, the man was on his feet, looking at the long, jagged pink line that ran from his nipple to his belly button, then thanking Hyandai profuselly. She was washing her hands off with water from a canteen being held by one ranger as Wendy kissed her shoulder. Youre a miracle, beloved, said Wendy into her elegant ear. Hyandai smiled at her wife and kissed her brow. I am simply me, bride of mine, she said. I do what I am able, as do you. I cant do anything like that, though, said Wendy, pointing at the healed ranger, now talking among the others animatedly, and showing off his pink scar. Hyandai looked down at the two pierced men and the one with a slashed throat. And I cannot defend us like that, she said. That is a fierceness I do not possess in a fight, and I am gladdened that you do. When the ambush had started, Wendys rapid and surprising onset had thrown the Ghantians into confusion. Her warcry and appearance, wielding a heavy warspear and wearing an evening gown had caused them no small amount of panic. They had stood dazed for several moments, while the rangers had gotten their bows out and then sent them into a rout with a hail of arrows. Wendy smiled. Its what I do, she said, in the same tone Hyandai had said it. The elven womans emerald eyes noted a small cut on Wendys shoulder. She kissed Wendy again, gently, then kissed her way down her slender neck and over her shoulder, breathing upon the small cut, healing it in seconds. Wendy smiled. I like it when you heal me like that, she said. Taking Wendys hand, Hyandai led her back to the wagons. Try to get wounded in the thigh, it would be of great interest. Wendy giggled and said, For that, Ill cut my own thigh! Everything was back in order and the wagons set off again for Marved, the captial of the Windy Isles, still two hours away. The rangers, now back upon their horses rode beside and ahead of the three lumbering wagons, two laden only with massive chests. The road was a good one; reed mats lay over a packed earth of gravel and sand. Harlen was impressed with how solid it felt after being in the jungle a ways on foot and still picking mud chunks from inside his boot where he had sunk to his knees in places. One of the rangers, a youth named Gharus rode near the wagon, now keeping his bow in hand across the saddle horn. How is it youve carved a nation from this rainforest? asked Harlen. The young man said, This is the rainy season, in addition, but we do always get a great deal. He smiled. Mostly we build things that are light enough to float atop the mud and we try to stay dry. They had slowly been gaining elevation as they traveled, and slowly, the mists of the jungle were lightening. Then it was gone. Were above the rain-line, now, said the young ranger. This is why the capital is up here, so we can actually keep records without them rotting, its said. The young ranger spoke passable Westron, though Harlen and Wendy did not need him to, the duke had generously provided enchanted earrings that would translate anything they heard in almost every language to Westron. However, he had not been able to acquire any of the speaking stones and they would have to rely upon a translator to make themselves understood to others. Luckily, Hyandai spoke twelve languages well. The jungle rapidly gave way to more recognizable dense forest, similar to parts of Morrovale and much of Windir, though still warmer. Ahead of them loomed the walls of, it seemed to Harlen and Trevir, a great city. To Hyandai, it seemed that her heart would fail her from sheer terror. To Wendy, it seemed a sizable town, but nothing like Vilders. To Young Tammer, it seemed time to spit up, much to Trevirs discomfort. As they neared the city of Rondall, the road widened and became actually paved, with cobbles. More traffic joined their little caravan, in the way of laden wagons with produce and people aboard them. Soon they were bracketed ahead and behind by the stream of wagons and forced to slow to a snails pace. I already dont like it, said Harlen. First the ambush, now a logjam on the road. Stop following that mead wagon so close, Harlen, said Hyandai. If he stops you shall run him down. Harlen gave her a long look and then laughed. You wish to take the reigns, beloved? he asked. Hyandai shook her head, holding both of her tiny hands out in denial. No, I am terrified even being among this many folk, much less driving the wagon. Wendy piped in, Ill drive! and clambered over the buckboard to sit between Harlen and Hyandai. Harlen handed her the reigns and sat back, putting his hands behind his head. He grinned when he noticed that the distance between the nose of their horses and the rear of the wagon ahead shortened to half its former length. The buildings of the city grew closer together and they passed through the large gate by way of a stone archway. Guards watched them pass and raised eyebrows at the purple and gold standards on little masts mounted to each wagon. The streets bustled with folk, and the noise grew to a din that caused Hyandai to cover her delicate ears. Spirits help me, she said, looking worriedly at Harlen. This will drive me mad. Soon, though, they had passed the market quarter and entered a quieter neighborhood of large estates with high stone fences about them, topped with wrought iron spikes. They trundled down this street, also free of the press of other wagons. Great elms and oaks loomed over the road from behind the fences and Hyandai relaxed visibly. The young ranger beside the wagon, on his horse, said, The next estate is the Morrovale Embassy. They came around a bend in the road and saw ahead a shining standard snapping in the evening breezes, purple and gold with the dragon rampant. Two guards, wearing matching livery stood beside the gate. The guards seemed to awaken at the last moment, sallying to the gate and opening it with haste to allow the wagons to enter. The rangers all stopped at the road before the smaller road into the estate. Arent you coming? asked Harlen, as Wendy stopped the wagon and peered over her shoulder, too. Lord Harlen, this is sovereign Morrovale land, said one of the guards. They cannot enter without official leave. Harlen blinked. And where do they get that? he asked. From you, milord, said the guard, trying to stifle a grin. Come on, you lot, then, come have a look about, said Harlen, waving the rangers inward. The six rangers spurred their horses and followed the three wagons onto the property. At first Harlen wondered where the houses might be, and then they rounded yet another bend in the long road through the estate and a large mansion heaved into view. They stopped before it. Our place must be about the back, said Harlen, eyeing the beautiful marble and granite manor house as he hopped off the wagon. Wendy stared at the home. No, uh, Harlen, she said, stammering and pointing at the massive oaken doors of the mansion. Harlen peered at them, and saw a brass plaque upon one. He walked closer and began reading, for he had never mastered reading silently. Embassy of Morrovale to the Windy Isles, Master Harlen, Ambassador. He leaned back and looked straight up at the three-story structure, and then left and right down the long wings. Oh, he said. The door opened before him and a man in a sharp purple vest stepped out onto the porch. Lord Ambassador Harlen, welcome back to Morrovale, he said in a formal tone. I am Wennan, your aide. Harlen blinked at the man. Wennan? he asked. As in Wennan, the dukes personal assistant? I was, milord, but I will be serving you until such time as you are ready to allow me to return to Morrovale and take on a new aide, said Wennan. He was an older gentleman, with a balding head and a nose that hooked severely downward. From his vantage point of almost a foot higher, it seemed to Harlen his nose hung to his chin. Wendy leaped from the wagon and looked about. Wheres all the household staff? she asked. She had been to nobles homes in Vilders, and there was supposed to be staff all over the place, she told them. Wennan smiled appeasingly. You seem to have outpaced them madam Wendy, he said. They are scheduled to arrive on the morrow. She huhed and walked past him into the house. Hyandai was sitting with Young Tammer in her arms and let one of the rangers help her down from the wagon. Another ranger helped the nanny with Morlani. Trevir was still staring at the building. Wow, Harlen, youre a big muck about now! he said, smiling broadly and springing down from the back of the wagon. The drivers took the wagons and the massive chests toward a small building beside the mansion, with large swinging doors, a stable, Harlen guessed. Wennan coughed and said, You must officially lay claim to your position, milord. Harlen said, Ok, then stood there, staring blankly at his aide. The aide stood expectantly and watched him for a long moment before saying, You must state that you are accepting the Embassy, and that you are the Ambassador. Oh! exclaimed Harlen as Hyandai passed behind him and into the house, Young Tammer burbling happily and playing with her hair. I, Harlen, Ambassador from Morrovale to the Windy Isles, accept this Embassy and take up my office. Very good, sir, said Wennan, pulling a thick ledger from somewhere mysterious and jotting a note in it with a stylus. Harlen attempted to see what he was writing, but the book snapped shut with a clap of finality and left the huntsman blinking at the little gust of wind it produced. I am certain you will find the accommodations to your liking, sir. With those words, Wennan moved into the house on the heels of Trevir who was slowly walking and trying to take everything in at once. Harlen shrugged and followed his aide in, peering about almost as much as Trevir. As he entered, he was first struck by the size of the antechamber. It was larger than the dukes own, though not quite so finely appointed. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling three stories up and looked to hold a thousand candles. Harlen sighed at how much it would cost just to light the damn thing. Wennan moved off to a door to the left and Harlen followed him. Beyond that was a small office, stacked high with papers and books. Every horizontal surface was covered with parchment, in one form or another. As Harlen followed him in, Wennan turned. Milord, you are scheduled to attend a banquet this very night, to honor your arrival. It is being hosted by the Consortium of Vilderian Guilds. Harlen blinked. Who? he asked. It is a group of all the major trading guilds in Vilders, the only Ghantian city that still has relations with the Windy Isles, said Wennan. They are keen to make trade agreements with Morrovale, and each guild, I fear, will try to secure a monopoly from you. And thats bad? asked Harlen. Wennan shrugged. Bad or good, it is what they will attempt. Harlen picked up what looked to be a map of Abia off of a desk and looked at it. Do you think that I should resist that? he asked. I think, milord, you should do what is best for Morrovale, naturally, that is your job, he looked down. Sorry milord, I should not presume. . . . No, said Harlen, its quite okay, I am very new to this, and will be relying heavily on you to tell me what needs doing, if you will. Of course, milord, that is my job, said Wennan with a small grin. Harlen chuckled and laid down the Abian map and picked up a piece of parchment that said it was a receipt for twelve thousand candles. He whistled, Thats a lot of candles. The aide walked up beside him and peered at the paper. Indeed, sir, quite a lot. Who else will be at this banquet? asked Harlen, noting the scent of cologne coming off the aide. Sir, everyone will be there, said the aide, ambassadors from other nations, dignitaries from the Windy Isles, themselves, as well as various other concerns, such as powerful merchant houses and even, I believe, a representative of the Green Order. Huh, said Harlen, laying down the receipt and looking about the cluttered office. Is this my office? The aide chuckled in a way that said he was not really laughing. Milord jests, of course, he said, walking to the door, Harlen followed him across the wide foyer, where there were no longer any other people in evidence, and to a more ornate, larger door. The aide opened it and led Harlen into a huge room with a vast desk at the far side, beneath five huge windows that let a massive quantity of sunlight. On the desk was a single sheet of parchment. No other paper was to be seen. Behind the vast desk was a leather chair stuffed to ridiculous proportions. Two comfortable-looking chairs sat before the desk. Wow, said Harlen, his voice echoing off the far walls of the giant office. He moved to the desk and looked down at the parchment. It was filled with flowing script, which, though Harlen could read after a fashion, looked like it would take four hours to read. The headline on it said: Household procedures and staffing requirements. Whats this? asked Harlen, picking up the parchment. Sir, it delineates the routine requirements of the household and the staffing needs, said Wennan. It is basically the laws of the house, for the Master of the Estate to tend. Whos that? asked Harlen. Wennan sighed. He will be arriving with the remainder of the staff on the morrow. Then he opened a drawer of the big desk and produced a quill and ink vial. It will require your signature, milord. Harlen looked at the quill a long moment, then pulled it from the ink and scratched his name upon the parchment, next to Wennans finger. With a broad smile, he replaced the quill and stood back up. Well done, sir, said Wennan, blowing on the ink, then rolling the parchment into a tight scroll and tying a ribbon about it. Trevirs voice came from the antechamber calling for Harlen. Excuse me, said the huntsman and walked to the door. What? asked Harlen Miss Wendy and Miss Hyandai asked me to come fetch you, said Trevir. Theyre trying to figure out whats what upstairs. I will be in my office, milord, said the aide, washing his hands of the situation quite efficiently and brushing past Harlen in a gait that looked slow but seemed to cover ground with remarkable speed. Harlen sighed and followed Trevir up the wide marble stairs to the second floor. The boy led him down a broad hallway and finally to where he could hear Wendy and Hyandais voices inside. Its a bedroom, said Wendy. I will not perform bedroom activities before such a bay of windows, said Hyandai. Harlen looked into the room. It was nearly circular and the outer wall consisted of mostly of wide, tall windows that reached nearly from floor to ceiling. Only the portion of the wall that the door was on lacked massive glass panes. Also, there is no bed, pointed out Hyandai. We could move one into here, said Wendy reasonably. I love this room. Hyandai sighed. Only if we make curtains, she conceded. Done, said Wendy. See, you two didnt need me, said Harlen, leaning on the doorframe. Hyandai walked up to him and kissed his cheek. That woman, there, wants to perform personal acts before a wall of glass, she said, pointing an accusing finger at Wendy. Wendy giggled. No, but I do like being able to see the outside from my bedroom. A broad smile came to Harlens face. I dont know, personal acts for an audience, sounds kind of fun, he said. Hyandai poked him in the ribs with a long finger. You two are incorrigible, she said and Wendy giggled some more. Hyandai walked to one of the open windows and leaned out. Please be prepared for viewings of Harlen and Wendy in personal acts, shows begin in two hours! she screamed out the window, with Wendy pulling on her hips trying to yank her back into the room. One of the guards, passing below rested his spear on his shoulder and tilted his helmeted head toward the screaming woman in the upper window. The nanny came in with Morlani and presented her to Wendy. It is time for her feeding, Miss Wendy, she said. Thank you Trish, said Wendy, taking her daughter up in her arms, she nuzzled with her five-month-old daughter for a moment, kissing her little face all over. Hows our little girl, hmm? Morlani grinned and grabbed for her dangling trothplait and cooed. Still smiling, Hyandai moved up beside Wendy and cooed and tickled the baby with her. Trevir, with a look of mild panic, moved out of the room. Harlen, could you show me where I am to be? he asked after he got into the hall before breasts started being bared. Harlen chuckled and followed Trevir out. I dont know, Trev, said Harlen, peering down the long line of doors on both sides of the hallway. Just pick a room. Trevir moved down the hall, peering at each door as either an opportunity or a threat. He stopped, pointing at one door. This one! he said, smiling back at Harlen. Harlen nodded. Okay, that room is yours, he said. Trevir opened the door and stood in the doorway, frozen. Wow, he said. Harlen moved down beside him and looked in, it was impressive. The room was about ten paces to a side, and had massive curtained windows on the far wall. A high bed stood against one wall and a couch and two chairs were near the opposite wall. Two large wardrobes stood beside the door to the left and right. Wow is right, said Harlen. Quite a room youve chosen. Trevir went inside and tossed his little burlap sack of belongings on the bed. It looked tiny and forlorn, as did Trevir when he jumped up on the bed beside it, sitting and looking about the ornately carven woodwork and gilding on the walls. - - - - - - - - - - Renna washed the blood from her body as Pharen looked on. Her nude form was stunning, with its tightly corded muscles and taut skin. Coated in blood as she was, he longed to take her like she was now, but she said it was heretical blood and she would not partake of love play coated in such. Slaves worked hurriedly in the room behind them as she used a sponge to clean herself. They were picking up the bodies and carrying them from the room. Two more waited nearby with mops and buckets of steaming water. That was amazing, said Pharen. She smiled. Arouse you, did it? asked Renna, smiling sweetly as she lifted a leg and ran the sponge down it. He nodded. Ive never seen anyone die even as they climax, he said, They linger longer that way, dont they? The body produces powerful essences as it climaxes, and can ignore and overcome great pain and discomfort as it does so, she said. It gave them the strength they needed to linger and let me see beyond the veil of life to the future. And what did you see, milady? asked Pharen, his lusts finally subsiding enough to think beyond what he had just witnessed. She finished with her legs and handed him the sponge after wringing it out and soaking it with clean water again. After I am cleansed, we will speak of it, she said, turning her back to him. He washed her corded back reverentially, running the sponge over her soft skin and the hard muscles beneath it. She sighed and smiled, propping her hands against the wall and spreading her legs for him. He knelt behind her and cleaned her backside and her long thighs. He watched in awe as she clenched her stomach tight and the heretics spend spilled from her tight entrance, and he slowly and with infinite care, washed it away. Soon, she was clean, the last of the heretics blood washed from her skin and hair. She rinsed herself again with a hot bucket of water then started drying off. Much better, though your idea has merit, she said. Perhaps if we purify a slave first, before sending him to his judgement. She slipped on a silken robe of white and led him back to their quarters. Dismissing the slaves in her apartment, she poured them wine and took seat in one well-padded chair. The augury was successful, thanks to your kind assistance, she said, nodding toward Pharen. You handle your Reaper masterfully, I might add. Pharens expression grew animated. It was like it guided itself, like it knew what to do, he said, his voice rising in excitement. She smiled gently. It is probably so, actually, she said. You cannot forge a weapon of that power without something coming into it, a bit of a spirit of an angel, perhaps. He nodded, realizing he had interrupted her. As I was saying, I saw a piece of our future, she said. And it is bright indeed. Renna took a long sip of the wine. You will command this vessel in a great victory, I saw you standing tall at the helm and leading it over many insignificant foes. His eyes widened. What of your feeling of ill portent? asked Pharen, his blue eyes growing still further. Worry over the elf. It speaks of warning, she is dangerous, and not to be underestimated, said the witch. Despite their harmless looks and frailty, they have minds of power and cunning. I will be wary of her, said Pharen, nodding. What of your own fate? She giggled. I was beside you as you crushed the enemy, and we were holding hands, lover, said the witch. I think, perhaps, we will long ally together. Pharen walked up to her side and put a hand upon her shoulder. She kissed it and then turned it over to kiss the palm. I can live with you as a partner, handsome Pharen, she said. Kneeling before her now, he placed his head in her lap. As can I, he said as she stroked his hair, soothing him. She pulled him up to kiss her. When their lips broke contact, she said, I would have your holy seed this night, Templar, for I must cleanse my insides. He smiled. With pleasure, he said, standing and untying the strings that held his long tunic closed at the chest. As the tunic fell to the floor, Renna sat down her wine and leaned toward him, licking the growing head of his organ, causing it to twitch and grow rapidly to full erection. Grasping it about the base, she took part of it into her mouth. Pharen groaned at the pleasure his cock felt, and the sensation of her warm lips and cool fingers. Her other hand rubbed his testicles and ran fingers over his puckered anus. He came in a twitching of her tongue, and his hips bucked as he sent the first thick strand of semen into her warm mouth. It was followed by several more before she pulled the fingers that she had probed his backside with from him. He had not even felt them enter him. It was a demonstration of how the body ignores things while climaxing and he understood it better now for that. Swallowing, she looked up. That cleanses this end, lover, now for the nether, she purred as she lay upon her belly, lifted her backside, and spread her legs enticingly. He loved being between those muscular and lovely thighs. He lay atop her and kissed her. Lady Renna filled his mouth with her breath, then his lungs. His cock responded again by surging back to a painfully full erection, with the veins seeming to glow with energy. Bury that thing in me, lover, take me, she invited, pushing up with her hips. He drove the entirety of his massive organ into her with one hard thrust. She cried out and then screamed to the One for the pleasure he was giving to her. She climaxed with a screech that sounded far more animal than human, then collapsed, grunting in time with his continued thrusts into her tight cunt. Then Pharen spent, driving his cock to its deepest, then holding his back arched as he felt it twitch inside her and felt the semen being propelled forth into her welcoming entrance. A faint blue nimbus was coruscating over her skin and he felt himself spending more and more, a torrent of semen spilled forth, filling her insides, and then running out over his shaft and onto his balls. She groaned as this happened and a smile of unsurpassed loveliness came to her face, almost angelic. The light slowly faded, and the flow of semen abated, but he felt drained. He collapsed atop her then rolled to the side, almost unable to move. That was very nice, he murmured as she bent down to clean his balls and cock with her fast, clever tongue. He looked down at her cunt, now visible to him, and not a drop of the vast amount of his spend spilled forth, even that which was on her crotch and thighs seemed to be soaking into her supple skin as he watched. Lady Renna smiled as she turned back around. Rest, now, lover, you have done very well, she said. Whether he wished it or not, he fell asleep. The lady rose from the bed, walked to the chair, and picked up the glass. Closing the door gently to the bedroom, she turned and rang the little bell for a slave. - - - - - - - - - - With much labor, a bed was moved to the large round room and the women were busily putting things to rights. Guards had been drafted to drag the massive chests into the house and many items were already unpacked. Wennan had apparently expected them to be poorly equipped for social events and had brought up several items of clothing: A military-style suit for Harlen with double breasted buttons of brass and epaulets, complete with a ranger green sash. There were several ornate medals pinned to the sash and he asked the aide about them. Sir, those are your campaign medallions, he said. This was for your part in the Battle of Trommen Field, and this for Ulbor Pass. He pointed to two of the medallions, This one is for Embalis, awarded by the elves and delivered to the duke in your name. Harlen eyed them dubiously, but would wear them for now. For the women, he laid out matching, but different color gowns of satin and silk. They were narrow at the waist, to accentuate the ladies figures, but flowed out from there to form long, pleated dresses that moved sensually as they walked. The addition of high-heeled shoes, the fashion this year from Ghant, made them noticeably taller than normal by three inches. The tops constricted their chests, and revealed a tight cleavage down the center. Hyandai looked at her breasts in the gown. I have never had such a pronounced cleavage before, she said, and then giggled. I could store coins in there. Wendy looked at the line between her breasts then at her own. Thats so true. If I breathe deeply, Ill embarrass everyone. Harlen looked down at the tights he was supposed to wear under the doublet that formed his shirt. I swear, you can see through these, he complained. Wendy looked at him a moment, then smiled. You can, she said, and a fine view it is. Hyandai nodded agreement. You should get a lot of attention from the ladies with that kind of display, said his elven bride, running a finger over the obvious bulge. I will certainly be tempted. His organ swelled slightly, much to the girls delight as it further stretched the semi-transparent weave of the tights. The thick shaft and swollen head were quite easily identified among the general lump. Wennan poked his head in after they had opened the door, meaning the women were decent. Is this supposed to show off my, well, my me like this? asked Harlen in a somewhat squeaky voice. The aide looked down impassively at Harlens noteworthy bulge and the tumescence extending from it. Milord seeks to impress the ladies this evening, no? Then he looked at Harlens wide eyes and chuckled. Yes, sir, it is considered normal for a man to display his, he coughed, wares thus these days. Perhaps more modesty will come into style next year. He turned and left, confident that they had matters in hand. With a sigh of infinite patience, Harlen let the girls goad him into keeping the green tights on and put on his doublet, which partially hid the more obvious lines of the bulge in its shadow. Wendy put her hand boldly upon the bulge and said, I think its sexy. Her smile was wide and predatory as she massaged his organ through the very thin cloth. You best prepare to be well bedded after this dance. Harlen looked toward Hyandai for support and protection from the aggressive Wendy. Do not look to me for help. It is not my fault you have a manhood that invites touching, she said. Perhaps if you were smaller, we would not harass you so. His pole was now fully erect and lay pressed to his thigh obscenely at its full length and girth. Hyandai giggled at it. You surely will be called upon for dances sporting that tail, she said. Wendy looked at her askance. Other women rubbing on our man? she asked. I think not. She grinned up at Harlen. I believe I will revoke that oversized invitation. She knelt before him and pulled down the tights. Harlen watched with interest as she took his stiff pole into her mouth and began to move back and forth. Hyandai giggled and said, Simple, but effective. With the soft, warm lips of his human bride engulfing him and her motions to stimulate, he did not take long to respond, not that he tried at all to put it off. His legs twitched slightly, then his hips pushed forward, and he climaxed. He groaned loudly as Wendy squeezed his shaft in her strong grip and milked the semen from it with her hand, mouth, and throat. That should curb your sausage for a while, mister, she said, patting his already shrinking cock. Harlen sighed and finished dressing. Lastly he strapped his broadsword onto his hip, and Hyandai donned her hyandai. Wendy carried no weapons, though she also least needed them, as she had proven more than once. Hyandai leaned close to Harlens ear and whispered, If a problem arises at the party, let me know, I will eliminate it, since Wendy did the first. Wendy said, We can alternate if it comes up more than once. Suddenly, Harlen hoped he would get an erection every five minutes. Hyandai giggled at her wifes naughty double meaning. - - - - - - - - - - When they emerged from the house, they found an ornately decorated carriage parked upon the cobbled drive before them. It was mostly black but had finely carven woodwork in purple and gold, the colors of Morrovale. The official carriage? asked Harlen of the footman standing with the door in his hand, also wearing livery of purple and gold. The footman bowed. Of course, milord ambassador, the footman said. This is a state function, sir. Is it? asked Wendy. I think I know why the duke chose our man Harlen now, Hyandai: He gets three diplomats for the price of one. Hyandai giggled. Well, two diplomats and one particularly nasty barroom negotiator, she said, peering at Wendy. I have heard tales from Tammer of your exploits in the area of tavern brawling. Its not a proper night of carousing until youve smashed some crockery, hmm? asked Wendy, primly stepping up into the carriage. The tight corset of the dress forced her to sit upright, which annoyed her, as she was given to slouching a bit. Harlen smiled at the footman, who looked rather stunned by what he had just heard. Arent you from Norboro? he asked. The footman nodded. Yes, milord ambassador, he said. Nice, said Harlen, then you understand bar brawls. I gather its something of a sport in those parts. The footman chuckled as he closed the door of the carriage and climbed atop the back deck, taking up a seat next to a guard. Another guard sat beside the driver and they were moving, the driver clucking at the horses and carrying them down the drive at a canter. - - - - - - - - - - Its certainly a big place,said Wendy as she stepped from the carriage and stared up at the palace looming over them. It looks more like a cathedral. Given it is Ghantian, it probably serves much the same function, said Hyandai. Her neck craned back at the high spires of masonry with gargoyles peeking over the edges of the roof. A footman came from the palace and escorted them up the long red carpet to the massive doors that led into the foyer. Other people milled about the foyer, all dressed in their finery. As they walked in, eyes turned to take in the trio, Harlen with his two lovely escorts, one on each side. Some murmurs could be heard, suddenly, and he knew he was now a topic of discussion among the various functionaries he saw. This way, please, milord Ambassador, said the footman in flawless Westron. Obviously, he had been chosen to escort Harlen and his company specifically. The young man led them to the right and through a single door, away from the main double doors that seemed to lead into the ballroom. Harlen grinned as they entered a plushly decorated sitting room. Shutting us away are you? he asked. Dont want us riff-raff mucking about with the nobles? The lad looked stunned, and blinked several times before he could speak. Milord, no, certainly. This is a sitting room reserved for the more valued guests of the League of Tradesmen. He smiled winningly. As you are, milord Harlen. As a kindness, or simply to ensure Harlen understood. The less valued guests will be introduced first, working up to persons of such importance as yourself. The huntsman nodded, then sat upon one of the large, padded armchairs. He sank into it several inches and sighed. I could get used to this armchair, he said. Just bring the people who wish to meet me here for an audience. Hyandai giggled. And would milord like a scepter or a stein? Both! said Harlen, grinning and pulling Hyandai into his lap and kissing her neck. Yet, I would settle for a beautiful woman to hide my lumpiness. The elven woman wriggled delightfully against him as she shifted to kiss him back. Milord shall cause unsightly lumps to grow, if he maintains this course of action. Getting a rather concerned look on his face, Harlen said, Too late. Hyandai moved her backside and smiled. Far too late, I fear, milord, she said, feeling his organ stiff beneath her. Dont look to me, said Wendy, its your turn. She crossed her arms and regarded a painting upon the wall. - - - - - - - - - - What a abysmal jungle. said Renna as the coaster deposited them upon the shore. She wore now nondescript leathers under her long, black cloak. Pharen was dressed much the same. Their swords were concealed beneath the cloaks. Fifty men had landed with them, among them the specialists that the captain had referred to. One of these specialists was Merren, an assassin of the Ordo Primum. He was easily picked out of the crowd of men on the sandy beach of the shore, as he had a clear ring about himself more than ten feet wide. Few folk of the Black Theocracy would abide the company of an assassin, and fewer still did so twice. Right now, though, he was at the service of the Templars. Merren, I need you to go to the city and find out where they live, and locate their places within their home, said Lord Pharen. You are to take no action, understood? Of course, milord, said Merren, grinning at him. Fear not, Merren, said Renna. You will have ample time to wet your blade, whichever you choose, when we make our move. Her wife will need to be eliminated, as well as her husband. The sorceress chuckled. I cannot abide their three-way marriage, it so complicates the issue, dont you think? Merren flicked his dark eyes toward Lady Renna. Not particularly complicated, milady, just another heretical heart to be stilled, he said. He moved away from them and then disappeared into the nearly solid wall of foliage that marked the edge of the beach. To look at them, they were a coaster crew, one and all, though not Ghantian in appearance; they could easily be Southern Realmsmen, or perhaps Rojando. This was exactly what they hoped to appear as. Ten men were busily hacking holes into the hull, one particularly large one. They dragged the ship onto the beach and set up a camp. Renna surveyed the little encampment. Now we are simple merchants who got our ship damaged on the reefs and are only here to make repairs and trade what we can, she said, to Lord Pharen. That should allay their suspicions for several days, at the least, assuming anyone comes out of that Oneforsaken jungle to find us. The mist was thickening as the day wore on, and Pharen knew that it would rain, come noon. So the captain said happened every day, or near enough. His flagship had moved off south, over the horizon, and the captain missed his command already. There was nothing for it, though, he had a mission, and in this mission, few might succeed where many would fail. You truly dislike the rainforest so much? he asked of Renna. Renna nodded. I cannot see my enemy even just before my eyes, she replied. I have served many campaigns in the Crystern Chain, and these isles are near enough in kind to them to make me uneasy. I fear at any moment some of those blasted Coghlanders will burst through that wall and charge at us, else a trimaran will appear and begin raining spears upon our camp. I have seen both happen, and they are things even a Templar cannot easily dismiss from her mind. The heretics are strong, said Pharen. It is the will of the One that they be so, to make our victory both a challenge to our souls and to make the winning of the prize the more valuable for it. She reached out a long, slender hand and stroked his cheek with her sharp and pointed nails. You are, as always, Lord Pharen, wise, said Renna. Well-chosen words are hard to come by, sometimes, yet your tongue seems to spill them at will. Truth is easily spoken, said Pharen. Did you know they think we are the heretics? said Renna, looking at him with mock dismay. Their bedeviled clergy fills their heads with such untruths, and guides them to resist our efforts to show them the Way. Pharen laughed. I know they do, for they must, he said, else why would they resist the natural way of things? She gripped the hilt of her Reaper and looked off into the distance across the waves lapping upon the shore. We will show them the Way, by one means or another. The lord held out his hand to Renna. Shall we go see the city of Heretics, then? he asked. She grinned. Ive always wondered what they were like, the more civilized cities, she replied, and took his hand. This is the Windy Isles, said Pharen, I fear you shall still wonder after visiting Marved. For it is rather primitive, even by the loose standards of the heretics. The two walked along the beach toward the port village of Pigwillow, from there, they could walk the road to Marved. - - - - - - - - - - Its good you two are done, said Wendy as the footsteps outside the door stopped and the long lever of a handle began to move down. Its hard to look ladylike with your dress flipped over your back and yourself folded over the back of a couch. Hyandai flipped her long red hair over her shoulder, he cheeks still flush with the pleasure she had just received, and even glistening a little from perspiration. Harlen looked like the cat that had just cleared out the birdbath. As the large door swung open, he stood forth from behind the chair, his lumpiness now quite under control. Wendy leaned toward Hyandai. I would have paid to see the look on these guys faces if you two had still been at it, she whispered. Hyandai giggled at her. You are a vicious creature, Wendy, I love you, she whispered in return. A footman entered with two people in tow, an elderly man and a middle-aged woman, both dressed in finery similar to their own, the man in a military cut coat and tights and the woman in a corseted dress. The page cleared his throat as the trio regarded them. The Lord and Lady Hernandez de la Verda, said the page, introducing them. He then turned toward the lord and lady. The ambassador of Morrovale, Harlen, and his wives, the Ladies Hyandai and Wendy. At the mention of wives the elderly mans eyes lit up, and the womans narrowed. Harlen decided he would rather speak to the man, and leave the women to speak to the lady. Ah, I have heard of your coming, sir, said the regal-looking gentleman. His salt and pepper hair simply added to his dignified looks. He extended a hand to Harlen. His Rojando accent was thick and made his voice sound warm and friendly. When Harlen took his hand, the man gripped his elbow with his other hand; something the huntsman took to be a good thing. Im honored to meet the representative of Costa Roja, said Harlen, smiling. His eyes flicked to where Hyandai and Wendy were bracketing the lady, speaking to her in quiet voices. The Rojando looked at Harlen seriously. You may not know this, but we have some dealings with your folk in Morrovale, he said, as if confessing something. Do you? asked Harlen. Indeed, replied Lord Hernandez, we have been recently been finding wondrous hair tinting creams that hail, it is said, from Morrovale. The women-folk are mad for them. Even my wife has tinted her hair with one Harlen blinked a few times, then looked toward the lords wife. She was wearing a complex headpiece, but he did see pastel blue hair beneath. I see, said Harlen, his mind reeling at the cleverness of the merchants who had been buying Wendys poultices. Yes, we pride ourselves on our coloring creams. A young woman entered the room, from a different door, this one nearly concealed in design; a servants door. She bore a large platter with long-stemmed glasses upon it. She moved through the room and offered a drink to each guest, then quietly moved to the corner of the room and stood, silently staring into space. It was a very fruity wine, elven, or very much like elven. I understand that you were instrumental in some sort of civil war among the elves? asked Lord Hernandez. A war of a sort, in truth, though far from civil, like all wars, said Harlen. Well said, said the lord, beaming at Harlen. I believe diplomacy should always try to overcome hostility. But, then again, being a diplomat is likely to have that effect on my outlook. Hernandez laughed. Wendy or Hyandai, or both, seemed to have disarmed the mild hostility Harlen had seen in the Lady Hernandezs eyes as the trio had been introduced. She had her headdress off and was showing his wives her blue hair. Wendys expression was one of sheer shock and delight, mixed equally. Hernandez noted his gaze at the women and said, Tell me, Sir, how is it you can keep the peace in your home, with two lovely young women in it? Harlen turned back to face the Rojando. Despite the way that introduction sounded, they are not simply married to me, sir, Harlen said. They are also married to one another. The old Rojando thought on that a long moment, then his face lit up with realization. Then they also . . . He stopped and looked at Wendy and Hyandai again. May I speak frankly? Nodding, Harlen said, I always prefer that you do, sir. You, sir are perhaps the most fortunate man I have ever met, said Hernandez. I wonder if Linda knows it? He indicated his wife. Harlen shrugged. They do not always display outwardly their affection toward one another. At least in company. Another footman came into the room and bid the lord and lady leave with him to be introduced, and the trio found themselves alone again. Wendy walked over to Harlen, with Hyandai right behind her. Did you know theyre selling my poultices as hair tints in Costa Roja? she asked harlen, her face florid with excitement. Harlen nodded. So I just heard, congratulations. Hyandai kissed Wendys neck and said, imagine what you might do if trying to make a hair tint? This sent both women into fits of giggles and they were only just starting to cease when the door opened again. Milord ambassador, it is time, said the footman. He escorted them through the massive foyer, which was now empty, save a couple of servants. The double doors opened into the grand ballroom as they approached it, two silver and green liveried guards opened them. As Harlen passed them and prepared to descend the two steps to the ballroom floor, a voice boomed into the chamber. The Lord Harlen, Ladies and Gentlemen, Master Huntsman, Commander of the Rangers of Morrovale, Lord Ambassador of Morrovale, accompanied by his wives, the Lady Hyandai of clan yavanaur and the Lady Wendy Distammer. There was a murmur through the crowd as the trio descended the two steps to the ballroom floor. - - - - - - - - - - It was well after dark when Renna and Pharen walked into the outskirts of Marved. They got a room at the inn and sat in the commons. I see what you mean about civilized, Said Lady Renna. They hardly have any guards. Pharen nodded. They barely maintain control of the cities, much less of the countryside about them, he replied, setting down the ale he was drinking. They looked about with hostile eyes at the heretics surrounding them. It takes restraint not to simply purge this barroom. She giggled at him. I see that in your eyes, Pharen, she said, stroking his hand. When we go to our room, you can take your righteous vengeance upon my body. He chuckled. You are so very, very crude, said Pharen. I like that in a woman. A man wearing a green robe walked in and went to the bar, sitting and accepting a beer. Pharens eyes flashed with unabashed hatred. A unholy man of the cloth, he said, his hand involuntarily going to the hilt of his sword. The One has forsaken them, and they know not the blessing of his divine grace. The Greenrobe looked up, then turned, casting his eyes about the common room. Lady Renna grabbed Pharens head, leaned across the table, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. He gasped in surprise, but was soon actively participating in the kiss. When she pulled back, she said, Curb your mind, Pharen, else you will reveal us to them. She still had the carefree smile on her full lips, but her eyes burned with barely controlled anger. The Dark One gives them the power to see some things including us, should we not be wary. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her muscular arms. I will give you a piece of advice, one that may keep you alive a bit longer: Do not underestimate the heretic, there is good reason that we fear them and their victory. The Templar looked at her a long moment, then nodded slowly. I see, he said. She smiled sweetly and took his hand. I think its time for us to retire, and lets hope that youve not lost all your fury before we can get our clothes off.

The Holy Cathedral of the One was far more massive than Pherin had thought it would be. He walked across the black marble floor, his footsteps echoing across the great expanse of the main chamber. His armor was polished to gleaming, the skulls on his shoulders, showing his rank, glinted silver. Pharen was a huge man, standing nearly seven feet in height, and weighed almost three hundreds of pounds. He was known widely as being massively strong, able to crush a mans neck with one hand. He was a knight of the Dark Order and today he would become a Dark Templar, a lord among knights. The Deacon, second only to the Exarch within the Black Order, stood awaiting him. Beside the Deacon were two witnesses, current Dark Templars, people whom had served the church for years and who had proven their loyalty to both the church and to the exarch. Up twelve steps he walked, then knelt before the Deacon. That worthy turned to face him, his lofty crown marking his position within the hierarchy of the church. In his old hands, he held a sword. Pharen had never seen its like before, save in the hands of a Dark Templar. It was a Reaper of the One. His eyes locked onto the blade, forged of alloys more secret than the Deep Liturgies and stronger than adamant. It had been enchanted with the blood of a thousand heretics and the spells of the Theocracys greatest sorcerers. A red gem glinted from the cross of the pommel and hand guard, it looked almost like an eye, and it flashed at him. Sir Pharen, you kneel before me, supplicant, ready to do Gods own work upon Feldare, the Deacon intoned, formally. Pharen cast his eyes down. I do, he said. Your acts of valor and courage have done you credit in the eyes of the One, and he has found you a worthy servant, the Deacon looked down at the kneeling knight. You have cast down the Heretic and smashed his works, you have smitten the evil and brought his servants to divine justice. The great sword came down to rest on Pharens broad, armored shoulder. For these things, you are hereby rewarded and Elevated. But remember, always, your humility, for you are now even more closely scrutinized by the eyes of the One. You will set the example for those who follow, set fear into those that oppose, and turn the will of those undecided. The sword moved over his head, and rested then on his other shoulder. In the name of God, the true One, and in the name of Bertinas the Third, his representative on this world, I name you Dark Templar Pharen. The sword lifted again from him and the pommel appeared before his downcast eyes. Pharen reached up with a mailed fist and took the grip. As his hand touched the handle, screams of terror filled his head and visions of people dying, Heretics. Before it had been forged, this blade had taken a thousand lives. Now, it was expected to take even more. He felt the blade hum in his grip, he could feel the very voice of it, urging him to smite the unholy, to destroy the non-believer. He stood. He was a Dark Templar now, and no one commanded a Dark Templar in anything. He turned to the Deacon, though now still higher in station than the Templar, yet not quite his equal. He was an instrument of Gods will now, and the One would speak through him, and through his blade. The two witnesses saluted him, drawing their own swords and holding them high. The voices of the swords sang together and Pharens joined them. It was a chorus of terror for their enemies and a divine sound that made tears well in the Templars eyes. Then the Deacon stepped away, leaving these hardened warriors of the One to their matters. On his left was Melden, one of the most senior of all the Dark Templars. He was a grizzled veteran of hundreds of battles and had slain more people than Pharen had spoken to. On his right was Renna, one of the few female Dark Templars. She was a woman of amazing beauty and it was said that she was a sorceress as well as warrior. They both regarded him with respect now. Welcome to our ranks, Lord Pharen, said Renna, bowing slightly. We have looked forward to your company for some years now. Melden was a man of few words, and he did not break this trend now. Welcome Pharen, he said, inclining his head ever so slightly. Meldens words were precious, and even those two were valuable to Pharen beyond gold. If he said them, he meant them, and Pharen was welcome. Please, attend with us, we have matters of import to discuss, said Renna, sheathing her great sword. Pharen paused a moment, looking at his hip, where his old blade hung in the scabbard. He had grown fond of the blade and it had served him well for several years. It was no common weapon, but a blade of magic and will. Melden saw is discomfort. Youre a Templar, now, Pharen, he said, eyeing the old blade. Cast it aside. Pharen drew the blade with his left hand, sliding it out and dropping it on the cathedrals marble floor. It rang out with a flat, forlorn sound as it bounced on the black stone. Meldens smile of approval was enough. Pharen slid his blade into the scabbard and it sang to him as it came to rest against his hip. Melden put a hand on Pharens shoulder and urged him toward the side door that Renna was already proceeding to. They passed through long tunnels beneath the Inner Sanctum and finally came to a black cast-iron door. A knight of the Dark Order stood to either side of the door. Pharens mind flashed to remember long hours standing this post in days gone by. He had never entered that door, only stood beside it. Anyone who was not a Templar who entered it, never left. Renna pushed it open and stood to the side, allowing Pharen to enter first. He walked through, a spike of fear lancing through him. Old reflexes screaming that this was a one way trip. In part, they were right. The last of the old Pharen would die inside these chambers beyond the Iron Door. Beyond it was beautiful. The rooms were spacious and well lit. Did you think we would skulk in dark corridors, Lord Pharen? asked Renna, sitting him down in a comfortable chair. We have earned comfort, lord, by our devotion and our self-sacrifice. He was still wide-eyed. Lady Renna had led him to these fine chambers, with Lord Melden drifting off in another direction. She handed him a tall glass of elven wine. The matter we must discuss is quite pressing. She sat opposite him. She had left the room for several long moments, shedding her armor and reappearing in a sheer silken dress. He was shocked to see her thus, as purely a woman now, even her sword seemed to soften without the armor, though it still hung menacingly on her curving hip. As you know, the battles of the Crystern Isles have proven difficult, especially with those godless elves from Starre Island interfering. Difficult was an understatement, and Pharen knew it. The Theocracy had been handed one defeat after another on the islands and in the seas around them. He kept his tongue still, though. These were matters of moment, and he would not miss a word of her speech. We have discovered something that may change that tide, and bring Gods will to those islands for a final and complete victory, she said. She looked over at a pile of parchments upon her writing desk. What do you know of Primus Pilum Verus? The Abian Centurion who drove us off the Mindian Islands? asked Pharen. She nodded. The same. He said, I know he died about ten years ago and it was a good riddance. Lady Renna laughed. Indeed, it would have been, she said, but no, he did not quite die. Didnt quite die? asked Pharen. She looked into his icy blue eyes. No, a part of him, the part that matters most, still lives. The templar blinked a few times. How is that done? There was an elf with him at the time of his death, an elf with a unique gift, she spoke, as if relaying something a bard had sung at one point, her voice seemed to adopt a cadence and almost a melody. She took his strategic abilities into herself. His eyes widened. Impressive, he said, so now, this elven waif has the war knowledge of a genius? She nodded. Now, we want it, said Renna. And you, and I are going to go get it. Lord Pharen smiled. Do we just find this elf and steal it from her? he asked. Lady Renna looked at him levelly. Yes, she said. Well, more to the point, we go and get her, and then bring her here and rip it from her. It will destroy her mind, said Pharen thoughtfully. Renna shrugged. Shes an elf, they have no soul anyway. The newly Elevated knight chuckled. This is true, he agreed. - - - - - - - - - - Harlen pointed ahead. Just there, he whispered to Trevir, who stood beside him with his bow ready. A large buck peered up and looked toward a moving bush to their left. Trevir stood as he drew back the bow, taking aim in one smooth motion. The bow gave a soft hum and the arrow shot forth. The buck started to turn to run and collapsed to the ground in only three paces. The shot had been true and pierced the beasts heart. Harlen whooped and slammed Trevir on the back, nearly sending the thirteen-year-old boy sprawling himself. The two jogged up to the fallen creature, which was already dead. Harlen chuckled. Now you get to gut and skin it, he said, finding a comfortable spot nearby in the shade and sitting with his back against a tree. The young man grumbled something as he tied a rope to the bucks hind legs and dragged the great beast to a tree. He suspended it against the trunk and began the odious chores assigned him. Harlen would occasionally pull the grassy stem from his mouth to point out this or correct that. Overall, Harlen admitted to himself, the lad knows his business. The huntsman could not really concentrate properly, though, for his mind was troubled. He had received a summons for in the morning, to go before the duke and be given a position of Ambassador to the Windy Isles. This was a high honor, and showed high regard. What Harlen thought it was, was a high pain in the ass. He stared up at the scuttling clouds, puffy and white against the stark blue sky. Wendy walked out of the trees nearby. Wow, thats quite a kill, Trevir, she said appreciatively. She had been gathering herbs, and had a large basket full of twigs and berries, as far as Harlen could tell. He prayed she would not make more of that soap that had, last month, turned his skin faintly green. Still, it had smelled good. Hyandai was home, her scribing and accounting work kept her from being able to enjoy this particular outing to the hunting allotment. With Trevir and Wendys help, his trips were now fewer and shorter, though he had more mouths to feed, as well. It was just as well, he was a father now, and needed to be home more than before. Wendy curled up beside him and he put his arm about her. Did you find anything good? asked Harlen, sniffing at the sunny smell of her brown hair. She nodded, digging into her basket and holding up a root that looked remarkably like a root. Its a woundwort root, she explained at his nonplused expression. Oh, said Harlen. Valuable then? She nodded. Reasonably, she said, I can make that oil from it that you use for cuts and such. When I said interesting, I meant edible, said Harlen, grinning lopsidedly. She giggled. I knew that, too, and yes, here. Wendy handed him a small piece of cloth with a handful of blackberries in it. Not terribly many, is there? he asked. She smiled brightly. Sadly, no, she said. Harlens eyes widened as he noted a rather dark stain on her teeth, then chuckled. Trevir had finished dressing the deer carcass and was searching about for deadwood, to build a smoking fire. Harlen rose and helped the lad gather wood and acted as advisor for the building of the fire. He wanted Trevir to do all he could, to show what he knew and what he still needed help with. Their horses were tethered nearby, another gift of the elves, who just kept on giving Harlen, Hyandai and Wendy things. Wendy rose and tended to them, feeding them oats from sacks on one and fetching water in a bucket from a brook a ways off. They were fine steeds, though, and Harlen certainly wouldnt complain of their being given to him and his family. It made the trip to the allotment a lot shorter, and they really didnt cost so much to feed. As a pleasant midsummer day, this one was doing quite well, Harlen decided and watched Trevir get the smoking fire started and began spitting chunks of meat over it. The skin was a good one, and would fetch at least two marks from the merchants. He would let Trevir keep those two marks. The sense of impending doom would not leave him, though. What was Anasper up to, sending him off to the Windy Isles? Had Harlen been such a thorn in his noble side? It never dawned on the ever-pragmatic Harlen, that the duke was actually trying to praise him and show him honor in giving him a titled position, such as ambassador. Trevir had matters well in hand and Harlen walked away from the encampment. He soon found himself overlooking a small valley. He had walked that valley many times, and rather missed, sometimes, his solitary journeys into the woods. He turned and looked a the pretty Wendy as she carried another bucket of water to the horses and decided that the slight nostalgia for his old, simpler life was a small price to pay for his current, complicated, and very pleasant life. He had two wives, both beautiful and both very loving. They loved each other as well, for this was not a marriage of a man to two separate women, but a marriage between three people, evenly. It took some juggling from time to time. Like now. The main reason Hyandai had not come with them was to give Harlen and Wendy time alone. Harlen, likewise, would go with just Trevir sometimes to hunt to give the women time alone. And sometimes Wendy would go visit family for a day or two to give Harlen and Hyandai time alone. It was all to the good, though they really seemed happiest when all three of them were together. Then the set was complete and everyone had all their favorite features about. He was comfortable as far as money, as well. His savings, combined with the joint income of himself and Hyandai, easily kept them fed and they even saved a little. Wendy had recently left the service of the duke, and was now jobless, technically, but she did sell some of her odd concoctions in the market to unwary merchants who did not suspect the pigment-changing capabilities of her formulas. He chuckled to himself, wondering if her version of woundwort oil would change ones skin to purple. The sun was still high in the sky and it was barely past noon. They would have the buck smoked easily before four, and be back in Morrovale by dark. Wendy had finished tending the horses and walked up to him. Half-penny for your thoughts, she said, smiling at him. Harlen smiled back. Only a half-penny? he asked. Ive heard your thoughts before, Ill not pay more, she said, kissing his cheek. He thought a brief moment. I was thinking that I dont wish to give up my life as it is now. I believe it is a near to perfect as a man could ever hope for. Wendy nodded. I see, she said. Well, for me, too, its nearly perfect, yet I look on your new title and job with excitement. Her big blue eyes regarded him. Think what you will, but it will be a good experience for you. Harlen nodded slowly. It may be so, he said, eyeing the distant horizon. I suppose I could do with some worldliness. Wendy pressed herself to him and hugged his massive chest. Harlen, you dont need more world in you, the world needs more of you in it, she said. Harlens grin grew huge indeed. I agree, but you two women seem to think I should stick to just the two of you, he said. Her hug became painful as she bore down. Thats not what I meant, you pervert, she growled. He put his arms about Wendys shoulders and hugged her back, lifting her and kissing her in the same motion. Trevir glanced up and looked toward them then returned to his fire, shaking his head. - - - - - - - - - - My flagship? asked Pharen, looking into the bay at the massive warbarge. Lady Renna nodded. Yes, your flagship, Lord Pharen, she cooed. Just completed and crewed, the largest warbarge ever constructed. His eyes took in the gigantic vessel. Two banks of oars on each side and two hundred oars per bank. She carried over a thousand crew, not counting the slave rowers. Renna sighed. She can very nearly make war by herself, without any support. Pharen contemplated that thought. With a ship like that, I will be expected to win, he said. She grinned at him. You see now the wisdom of giving the ship to the newest of our cadre, she said. Those of us who have lived years in the eye of the One know not to let someone give us a long length of rope with a noose in it. He shrugged. What matter, I will succeed, so such a gift is welcome, he said confidently. The ship was as docked as its massive draft would allow. A smaller vessel detached from it and headed toward the pier upon which the two stood. It was a good forty feet long, itself. It slid up to the dock, its oars dipping and then rising straight up. The two knights, now wearing only normal clothes, stepped aboard. The boat then reversed course and carried them back to the ship. As they drew up to it, Pharen realized the enormity of the vessel. Her prow rose fifty feet out of the water and was almost a hundred feet of beam. The smaller boat nestled into a long dock built into the side of the ship and they debarked. The captain approached them. Lord Pharen, he said, kneeling when he was two steps from the knights, and Lady Renna, welcome aboard the Divine Instrument. Thank you, Captain Turmull, said Pharen. Please, show us about your fine ship. Renna noted the generosity that Pharen exhibited in telling the captain the ship was his rather than Pharens. The captain beamed happily. Of course, milord, if you will follow me, he said, fairly gushing with excitement. He had reason to be excited. He was the selected captain of the newest and largest vessel of the Black Theocracys fleets. They walked up several long gangplanks to the main deck. Pharen gazed out across the vast expanse. One could have a battle solely upon the deck of this beast, said Lord Pharen. The ship was nearly six hundreds of feet long and had five masts. Each mast held acres of sailcloth, currently furled. The captain chuckled. Yes, milord, she is massive, he said. Yet, she makes good time in open water. Armament? asked Pharen, noting a half dozen large catapults bolted to the deck on rotating mounts. Lord Pharen, there are six large catapults and twenty-two tension ballistae under the main deck, capable of firing either sail-rippers or grappling harpoons. Ram? asked Lady Renna. Over an inch thick, milady, said the captain. Solid steel plates over a massively reinforced hull. She nodded. Impressive, she said. Marines? The captain said, A full company, and a dozen noble knights. We also have some rather more specialized crewmen, who supplement that group. She nodded again. Very, very nice, she said. Provision? asked Pharen. Store for a hundred days, with another hundred of food. He smiled brightly. We can even manufacture equipment at need. We sail tomorrow, said Pharen. We do have the Ghantian coaster? Of course sir, we have two, the captain said, agreeably. Good. They walked to the helm and the captain showed them the ingenious methods used to turn the massive ship, and the tubes used to speak over the large distances. He then showed them the first underdeck. Where the balistae were and the billits for the marines. Their cabins were in the superstructure, above the main deck and behind the helm. He showed them to their quarters. If it werent wood, I would swear it was a fine apartment, said Renna, walking through her quarters. Her armor had already been located here and rested on its stand. They then walked across a wide hallway to Pharens quarters, which were equally impressive and roomy. His armor was here, too, and stood resplendent on its wooden framework. My slaves? asked Lady Renna. The captain nodded and rang a small bell on a nearby shelf. A young man in a gray tunic appeared. Yes, master? he asked, looking at the floor. Gather the slaves for the Lord and Lady Templar, the captain said. Yes, master, the slave said, and shuffled off in a rush. Two minutes later, there were twelve slaves kneeling in the room peering at the floor. Six were male and six female. Lady Renna giggled. Your ship, you pick first, she said, waving toward them with a slender hand. Lord Phendis walked behind the slaves and looked at them closely. They were clean, which was expected of household slaves. They were all reasonably comely, as well, which, again, was expected. He tapped one girl on the shoulder. You, what is your name? he asked. I am Lucinda, Master, she replied, her eyes still downcast. Stand up and turn about, said Pharen. She did as ordered, but still gazed at the floor. Lady Renna clucked. Figures, youd pick the prettiest, she said. The girl was pretty, with long, flowing black hair that was full of body and hung to nearly her round ass. She also had great, huge dark eyes. Show me yourself, he commanded. She lifted her tunic off of her body. It was nearly flawless, though it bore a couple of small scars. She was slender, with small, pointed breasts, and she, like all other slaves, kept her privates shaved. She turned about and held her arms out from her body, letting him see all parts of her. As her eyes came back around, Pharen mimed grabbing two globes and moving them apart. The slave turned about again, with her back to him, and spread the lobes of her rump apart with her small hands. Very nice, yes, I will take that one, said Pharen. You lads, which of you is the best endowed? asked Renna. A moment of hesitation passed, and one lad raised his hand. She giggled. Ive always wondered how they figure that out, she said, grinning at Pharen as she walked to the young man. She put a single finger under his chin and he stood to his feet, still looking downward. Arouse yourself, she said. The blond boy reached under his tunic and began to fumble with his organ. He stroked it and fondled it and soon it began to respond, despite his fear. Lady Renna watched eagerly as he did so, then said, Show me. He lifted his tunic and kept stroking his pole. She smiled. Not bad at all, she praised. I will chose that one. You may stop, and what is your name? The lad let go of his organ and dropped his tunic over it. I am Lathan, Mistress, he said. She touched his chin again, bringing his eyes to meet hers. Lathan, do you have any idea the honor it will be to serve me? she asked. He said, Yes, Mistress, it is an honor more worthy than I, a heretic, deserve. Lady Renna nodded. Oh, it certainly will be. They selected through the slaves, with them dividing them evenly, Pharen picked four girls and two boys, and Renna picked four boys and two girls. Captain, that will be all, we expect a wake up at two hours past dawn, said Pharen. The captain said, Yes, milord, and scuttled out of the room. Eager to play with your new toys? Hmm? asked Renna. Arent you? asked Pharen. Of course I am, may I beg leave to watch you enjoy yours a while, before I return to my cabins? she asked sweetly. You may, of course, watch me enjoying mine. Pharen chuckled. If you wish it, of course, he said. A demure smile appeared on the female Templars face. Ive spoken to slaves of your - attributes, and would see them firsthand, she admitted. He gave her a long glance. Perhaps a private displaying would be more appropriate? he asked. Lady Renna nodded. After the slaves are tested, I would like that, she said. - - - - - - - - - - Hyandai hugged Wendy as she walked in the door. I missed you, she said, giving her wife a huge kiss. Harlen and Trevir had continued into town. Harlen was planning on letting the lad try his hand at haggling with the merchants. They had managed to get back into town before dark and they hoped to get all such business completed this evening. They also had to take the horses to the stables across from the Pierced Boar. The slightly taller woman smiled. I missed you too, beloved, she said, kissing Hyandai back and enjoying the feel of the elven womans enthusiasm as she virtually vibrated against her. Wendys eyes caught sight of four huge trunks in the middle of the common room. What are those? she asked. They are from the duke, said Hyandai. He bids we take what they will hold with us on the journey to the Windy Isles. Wendy giggled. We dont own enough to fill those things! Hyandai shrugged. So I said to the porters who brought them, but they left then no matter, she said. She stroked Wendys hair. I did so miss you. Wendy smiled at her and said, Then come with us next time, you can spare it. But you and Harlen. . . . began Hyandai, her expression mildly confused. Prefer you to be with us, interrupted Wendy. Weve spoken of this many times. The elven woman sat on one of the trunks. I will try to keep that in my mind. They opened the trunks and peered into their vast interiors. What are we supposed to do? Carry the entire household in there? asked Wendy. We could pack one of the horses, said Hyandai. - - - - - - - - - - - So, how did it go? asked Tammer, proprietor of the Pierced Boar, and Harlens former mentor, in his days as apprentice huntsman. His wrinkled face and salt-and-pepper hair marked his age at nearing sixty, though only a year before he had looked closer to eighty. Harlen laughed. Little Ghantian here got four marks for a two mark pelt! he exclaimed. So hes buying the beer this night. Trevir beamed at his mentors praise, smiling at all and sundry as he proudly paid for the beers that Tammer sat upon the counter. Several of the huntsmen about the bar cheered the lad and pounded his back as they collected beers or happened to just pass near him. Looking forward to the audience with his Dukusness tomorrow? asked Tammer, grinning at Harlens discomfort at the mention of the duke. Harlen grimaced. More like Im looking forward to it being over, he said. Why doesnt he ship you off to foreign lands? Youre more of a pain in the ass than me. Hes afraid Ill bloody take over, said Tammer, grinning. Harlen murmured something into his mug and eyed the old man dubiously. Thats all we need, King Tammer of the Windy Isles. Might be a damn sight more effective than that hodge-podge of a government they have down on those islands, said Tammer. From what I hear, its a major production just for them to decide what place-setting to use for the state dinners. Harlen chuckled. Why does that not surprise me? he asked. Well, youll soon have them set to rights, eh Harlen? the old huntsman asked, refilling his and Trevirs mugs. Trevir had wandered over to where a small cluster of apprentices were sitting and talking over matter of import only to apprentices, such as how mean their mentor was or how much of the work they really did. - - - - - - - - - - I have to say, that was rather enlightening, said Pharen, grinning at Lady Renna. I was unaware that you could elicit that reaction out of rope and a small knife. She smiled back at him, lying nude upon the silken sheets of her bed. I told you, its all in how tightly you bind the ropes. His eyes drifted down the long, muscular form of her body, and to her powerful and well-shaped legs. Slaves should be so honored to serve such a alluring mistress, said Lord Pharen. And that you let them touch you in return is a stroke of genius, those lads already love you more than life, I could see it in their eyes. She sat up and took his hand. You can touch me as well, Lord Pharen, for we are now equals in the eyes of the One, she said, her voice husky in a way it never was with the slaves, even as one of them mounted her. He ran that hand over her amazingly firm stomach and up to her full, breast. I am still honored to be allowed, for even as equals, you are a woman of undeniable beauty, and therefore you dominate this situation, said Pharen. Well said, Lord Pharen, she complimented, reaching out to him and touching his long, soft tunic. It was amazing how thoroughly you used those girls, I must say. Pharen grinned. I suppose we each have seen the best of the other, then, he said. To tell the truth, Pharen, she said, I envied them as you took them, and I would love for you to make use of my body in the same way. Lord Pharen pulled her hand and brought her up and into his arms, kissing her. As the kiss ended, he said, I never refuse a ladys request. Her arms went about him and clutched him tight to her. She was amazingly strong, and he felt his breath leave his lungs under her crushing embrace. Her lips again found his and she breathed into his mouth as she relaxed her arms. He felt his organ swell as if she were inflating it with her breath. You are a sorceress, he gasped as she pulled back, his heart now racing with anticipation of things to come with this beautiful and deadly woman. She smiled up at him and pressed her middle against his stiffened rod. I am, does that alarm you? she asked. Lady Renna seemed tiny next to him now, her slight build belied her impressive strength, both physical and social. She pulled with her arms, and the man, twice her weight or more, came along as if she were the heavier object. He pulled his long tunic over his head and tossed it aside and she sat upon the bed again. I am yours this night, Dark Templar, use me as you would a serving girl, she offered. Lord Pharen pushed her back with one powerful hand and moved atop her. Her long legs moved about his waist. Her golden hair streamed out over the bed around her head, and Pharen buried his face into the thick tresses as he buried his cock into her. The lady Templar groaned as he entered her, spreading her open wide with his sizable organ. This was what she had heard from her slaves in the Sanctum, and they had been more than truthful, reserved even, in their estimates. Soon, the two were working in union toward separate, but intertwined goals. It was the nature of selfishness to satisfy ones own urges. Yet in this endeavor, their goals were mutually served by serving the others. Lady Renna screamed as he coaxed a powerful climax from her body, spearing her to her innermost places and filling her. But he continued, thrusting repeatedly and with increasing desperation as his own finish approached. With a surprisingly feminine scream, Lord Pharen released, arching his back and driving himself into her with crushing force. She welcomed him and entwined him with strong arms and legs, clinging to his bucking form as he drove his spend into her with abandon. Her cool fingers stroked his neck and shoulders as he slowed and she cooed at him without words, her lips pressed to his neck and chin. Lover, you have just found another willing servant, at least in the bed, she said, purring at him. He chuckled as he stilled himself, still buried deep inside her. Im no fool, lady, I know well who serves whom in this bed, he said, smiling into her golden mane. - - - - - - - - - - Do we really need to bring the cooking pots? asked Harlen as Wendy and Hyandai emptied the kitchen shelves. Wendy looked at him askance. We have to fill four huge chests, beloved, and weve already put all our clothes and knick-nacks into them. Trevir peered over the lip of one case, sitting inside it. I could live in this one for the trip, he said cheerily, staking out where his bed would be and where he would take breakfast. Young Tammer, the trios elder child crawled about inside the massive chest beside the lad. Harlen reached in and plucked Young Tammer from within Trevirs traveling home. No, it would likely get damp down in the hold of a ship, Trevir, he said. Besides, I think the women will be putting the firewood in that one, along with the washbasin from the kitchen. The huntsmans apprentice clambered out and picked up the large burlap sack that held his worldly possessions. He chucked it into one of the chests. It seemed awfully small in the corner all alone like that, so he also tossed in a pillow from the couch to keep it company. Wendy giggled at him. We almost could bring the whole couch with us, she said, placing several more pots inside the one chest they had nearly filled. They packed all they could think of and then thought about packing more, but finally gave up the exercise as futile and finally closed and locked the three chests they had at least managed to make look like they were being used. Trevir retired to his little house behind the main house, stopping with Hyandai for ten minutes of prayerful observance at the alter under the willow. He was becoming quite a devout spiritist and Harlen was quite happy with that, for it gave him guidance in the one area he himself was very lacking. Wendy had started the fire under their tub and the water was steaming slightly as Harlen crawled into it, joining her. She hung her arms over the side and her hair streamed out over the lip of the half-barrel that made up the tub. Hyandai came in from the prayers and immediately shed her clothes, climbing in with them. She adopted much the same pose as Wendy, relaxing for a long moment. Harlen simply laid against the side and watched the two lovely women being pretty. This was one of the quandaries that always kept Harlens mind tied in small knots. Which woman to approach first? He moved to the middle of the tub and regarded them both. Both were beautiful, Hyandais exotic elven face and ears, and her slight, but very feminine body or Wendys strong and lovely face and muscular and firm body. He sighed in frustration and simply went back to the other wall, unable and unwilling to make a decision. He laid over the side, as they were and sighed again, laying his head back and closing his eyes. It was comfortable, he decided and almost dozed off when he heard a giggle. The decision had been stripped from him as he peered down and saw the two of them pressed to each other and kissing passionately as their hands moved over one anothers lithe forms. Wendy giggled again and reached out to him. Were two heads short over here, man of ours, join us, she said. Hyandai smiled into Wendys neck and began kissing the taller womans chest and then her breast. Harlen moved up to them and both put out a long, slender arm and brought him into the embrace, their fingers moving over his skin as they also explored each other. He moved his hands over their backs and began massaging both, pressing their bodies to one another as he kneaded the muscles of their shoulders. They kissed again as he rubbed and moved his hands lower and lower. He felt fingers wrap about his organ, and was not sure whose they were, and did not truly concern himself much with it. His fingers explored between both womens legs and then massaged their entrances. They moaned in unison as he slid two fingers into each and their embrace with one another intensified, their mouths pressed together tightly. A second hand joined the one on his shaft and gripped it just ahead of the other, and they stroked him together, the slight difference in their motions adding to the thrill of it. Again, Hyandais lips drifted down Wendys neck and to her breast, kissing the nipple and then taking it into her mouth. Wendys small hand played in the wet hairs on the elven womans neck, teasing the red-brown strands. I think, maybe, the bed is a good place to be, said Wendy between soft moans. Harlen put his hands on her slim waist and lifted her over the side of the tub and onto the deck around it. He repeated this with Hyandai, who was a good fifteen pounds lighter than the human woman. The bulky huntsman climbed over last, the two women taking his hands as he dropped to the decking. They took turns drying each other off, each enjoying touching the other two and taking pleasure in being touched, as well. This, thought Harlen, is why I want things to stay the same, perfection. Once again, Wendy and Hyandai took his hands and led him across the common room to the staircase up to their bedroom. Hyandai split off for a moment to check on the children, who were sleeping peacefully in their cribs, then joined the two, already kissing as Wendy walked onto the bed with her knees. Hyandai simply watched the two of them for a long moment, smiling at the sight of the two people she loved loving one another. It warmed her heart to know that they shared something with one another, and she with each of them. She moved to Harlens broad, whip-scarred back and kissed his shoulder. Hands appeared from around him, and began caressing her soft, smooth skin. Wendy smiled at her over the muscular shoulder of their man and then went back to kissing his neck. When the trio made love, it usually happened that one or another of them was the center of attention on a given night. This was never overtly discussed, it simply happened as it would. Tonight, much to Harlens delight, it seemed to be his turn. Wendy began kissing her way down his body from his neck and soon had him in her warm mouth. Hyandai came about him and was kissing him and running her long fingers through his hair. The women touched one another at will, as well, but focused most of their attention on their man. Harlens own hands were not idle, his stroked and caressed Wendys tightly-corded back and rump as she drew his organ into her mouth and rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. His other hand moved over the fair smooth skin of his elven bride, brushing his fingertips over her shoulders and through her silken hair. Their lips pressed together and Hyandais warm breath encouraged him to relocate that idle hand to more pressing matters, which he happily did. She moaned as he moved his practiced fingers over her clitoris and then slipped one into her tight entrance. Wendy looked upward without slowing her motions one whit, and watched Harlens finger sliding wetly into her wife. She rocked back and pulled his cock from her mouth. Whose turn is it on the horse? she asked, crudely. Hyandai giggled and Harlen looked down with a shocked expression. Im no horse, woman, he said. She squeezed his thick pole. Near enough, she joked, pulling on him by that handle and forcing him to walk on his knees onto the bed, where Hyandai coaxed him to lie upon his back. He looked down toward where the two women were kneeling opposite one another and saw them playing even odds with their fingers. It was well established, Wendy was evens, and Hyandai was odds. It came up three. Grinning and patting Wendy on the head like a puppy, Hyandai turned and straddled Harlens broad hips. Wendy pretended to pout, but soon found other things to be doing, such as kissing Hyandais shoulders as she impaled herself on Harlens upright spike. A loud moan came from the reclining man as he felt the elven womans tight entrance contract around his pole. Her cinnamon scent washed over him from the sheen of perspiration that broke out over her whole body. She began to grind her pelvis against his and ran her cool hands and sharp nails over his chest, massaging and gently scratching his smoothly-muscled body. Wendy moved about and moved her knees to either side of Harlens head, lowering her groin over his mouth. He was quite pleased to oblige the unspoken request, or was it a command? Or possibly an offer? He lapped at the proffered entrance, causing Wendy to moan and begin her own grinding motions with her rounded hips. The two women supported one another as they rode him, their arms intertwining then leaning forward to kiss as first Hyandai, then Wendy climaxed. Despite his discomfort of speaking of things sexual with Ceriandel, Hyandais brother, the young elven blade dancer had taught him a few tricks about, as the elf put it, enduring. Thus, even with the amazing stimulation of a very tight, and very wet fist clenching his organ and milking it for all Hyandai was worth, and the addition of Wendys delightful entrance hovering over him, inviting his tongue to explore it, he did not yet spend. The girls had noted his recent capability to resist their ministrations, and took it as personal challenges to see if they could force him to climax despite himself. They often won such a contest, not that Harlen minded at all. After her voice died down, and Hyandai regained the ability to speak Westron, she moved off his still stiff organ and kissed Wendy. His human bride wasted no time in shifting about and driving him deep into her wet and quite ready cunt. Im not sure if I should kill Ceriandel or kiss him for showing you that trick, she moaned as she drove herself down onto the thick pole repeatedly. Kill, I should think, said Hyandai, kissing him would just encourage him to show Harlen more tactics to use to thwart us. She was kissing Harlens belly and gently urging Wendy to change her angle. When the human girl leaned back, Hyandais head darted in between their bodies and began to lick her clitoris as she took Harlen into herself. This set Wendy into a rapid and frenzied set of motions that soon resulted in another powerful climax for her. As Wendy slipped off the seemingly unconquerable organ, Hyandai took a firm grip of it and lowered her lips to engulf the head. Her slender fingers moved down under his scrotum and Harlen said, Hey, no fair! as she slid one finger into his anus. There was no pain for Harlen in this, as her fingers were, indeed, very narrow. However, when that finger, pressed deeply into him and found the walnut, as Hyandai called it, he came within seconds. Wendy giggled at the look that came over Hyandais face as his seed filled her mouth and began running down the shaft of his cock. Like turning the tap on a keg, hmm? she asked as Hyandai pulled back and invited Wendy to partake. Wendy seemed the more eager of the two at the taste of semen, and obliged willingly, though both only did it for the benefit of Harlen, whom the whole thing thrilled in measure far out of proportion with the cause. After she had lapped up the last of his spend from Harlens shaft and stomach, she kissed Hyandai and licked the elven womans lips. Harlen grabbed a handful of each womans hair and pulled them both to him and kissed Wendy, then Hyandai soundly, refusing to let his powerful grip go until he was satisfied that they were both well and truly kissed. He then laid back and sighed. The two girls regarded him with envious eyes. Look at him, said Hyandai, he is ready for sleep. Wendy nodded. Let him, I want more cinnamon, she said. He drifted off to the sounds of small giggles and moans from his beloved wives. - - - - - - - - - - The great barge began moving, eight hundred oars moved in unison, like a great centipede. It backed out of the narrow bay, as there was nowhere near enough room to turn such a behemoth. Smaller ships swarmed about it as it heaved into the outer bay and began to come about. Lord Pharen stood beside the captain at the helm. The captain issued quiet orders to young slaves who ran forth to relay them. What course shall we make, milord? asked the captain. Pharen looked toward the west. The Windy Isles, he said. The captains eyes widened a bit, but he turned and told one of the slaves a few nautical words that Pharen did not understand and the youth scrambled off. Speed sir? asked the captain. Lord Pharen thought a moment. We are not rushed at the moment, spare the slaves, let the wind do the work for now, he said. Very wise milord, said the captain and gave a hand signal. Sailcloth, literally acres of it, began unfurling from the masts. Soon, the ship was coasting with the oars lifted and dragged inward, to just hang out their portholes like little stubby flippers. The wind bellied the great sails and the ship slowly gained speed. Her massive weight and size would not allow rapid changes in course and speed, but once she was moving, the Divine Instrument felt unstoppable. May I ask, milord, now that we are aweigh, what your mission is? the captain asked. Pharen thought a longer moment. We go forth to find a resource that we desperately need to defeat the Coghlanders and Starre Island Elves, he said, knowing the captain would respond well to such a thoughgt, as the navy had born the brunt of the losses in the Crystern Chain. I see, milord, thank you, said the captain. He knew if the Dark Templar wished to tell him more, he would do so, and if not, he may well grow wroth for being pressed on the matter. The Templar knew the Lady Rennaa was approaching due to the heads turning in the rigging of the crewmen. It was like following a wake on a ship and by simply triangulating where their gazes all terminated, he found her walking along the gunnel, peering over the side and wearing a very gauzy evening gown. The wind flipped it and her hair, which was the same shade of golden, to cause it to ripple like liquid. It was a lovely effect and he knew he would again, tonight, seek out her company. She seemed to be seeking for something. Lord Pharen approached her. Milady, what do you search for? he asked. She smiled over to him. I feel something - odd, here, on this very ship. He looked at her with concern. A premonition? he asked. Lady Rennas head shook. No, like a warning, but not a premonition, I do get those, but they are always about me, she said. A warning, as in Beware, something bad is here!. Perhaps you sense the heretic rowers below, they might well harbor ill will to us, he provided helpfully. She shook her head again. No, I dont think that is it, either, she said, her voice distant and worried. Would you like to help me cast an augery? I thought you didnt get premonitions? he asked, smiling. The lady said, It is an active enchantment, not simple passive reception, she explained. I will need help with it as the power requirement is great. How great? asked Pharen. She sighed, looking levelly at him. We will need two slaves, as well, she said. - - - - - - - - - - He awoke with Hyandai pressed to him and saw Wendy pressed to her back. They both seemed well asleep and he wondered how long the two made love after he had drifted off. The room was well scented with cinnamon, so he figured quite some time. They did not have to appear before the duke this morning, though, so could be left lying. He, however did. He puttered about the room, the women shifting with his absence in the massive bed. He finally regarded himself in the long mirror, made up of many small panes painstakingly mounted on a flat board to form one large mirror. He was wearing the silken green tabard the elves had given him over the bright alloy mail that all the rangers of Morrovale now kept. He further donned his sword, as a titled individual, he was permitted to bear armament, even into the presence of the ducal self. Harlen smirked at that, he was titled, yes, but no nobleman. He guessed he was presentable and headed downstairs. He hoped that Trevir had followed instructions and had fetched Eseliath, Harlens horse. He did not relish the idea of walking about in this get-up in public. Riding would be bad enough. Trevir was sitting in the dining area, busily chewing a slab of deer jerky and washing it down with goats milk. I got your horse, like you said, said the lad, around a mouth full of jerky. Harlen thanked him and grabbed an apple from Hyandais fruit bowl on the cabinet. He idly wondered if he had eaten as much fruit in his entire life as he had in the last year. As he took a huge bite of the apple, Hyandai came down the stairs, eyes still rather blurry-looking and her hair forming an unkempt mane about her head. She wore a thin robe that covered her to mid thigh. I wanted to say good luck, she said, smiling tiredly. Harlen kissed her and petted her hair, trying vainly to straighten it a bit. Thank you, angel, he said. She hugged him and then stood back. Go, become an ambassador, she said, grinning and pushing him toward the door. He opened the door and prepared to step through. I love you, Harlen. Harlen turned and said, And I love you, and shut the door. The ride took most of half an hour to the ducal palace west of town. It was a large estate, though not nearly as ostentatious as those of some other nobles. The duke was not a man given to flippancy, he was a serious leader, and took the term noblese obligee to heart. He saw himself as the One-selected leader for the duchy, and meant for himself to be a leader over prosperous and happy people. Harlen had always approved of the dukes handling of most affairs, though his back bore testimony to how hard the dukes rule could be when his laws were crossed. Now, he was being ridden down by another ducal necessity. It had been, for the most part, Harlens fault that they were now enjoying renewed relationships with the nations of Windir and the Windy Isles. Therefore it was just that he should serve as ambassador to one. Grooms stepped forward and took the reigns to his horse as he rode up to the stable. Guards watched him cautiously, though not hostilely. It was no surprise to anyone, his arrival was well planned and most of the town knew of the meeting this morning. A young page ran up as he walked toward the palace proper from the stable. Ambassador, I am Medlan, your page for this visit to the palace, he said, bowing. Harlen laughed. What do I need a page for? he asked. Medlan looked a bit hurt, and his bright hazel eyes gained a bit of hardness. Sir, you may have need to have something fetched, or perhaps need something brought to you, or a message relayed. Harlen nodded, hoping to get back on the lads good side. I never thought of that, I see, he said, seriously. I can also advise you of the finer points of savoir faire, if the need arises and you need such. Harlen nodded again, more enthusiastically this time. That might just be a necessity, there, he agreed. They had continued walking as this conversation continued. The boy looked a bit odd in the purple and gold of the ducal colors, but Harlen decided that observing such might well be a bad idea. Doormen opened the great doors into the grand foyer of the palace and Harlen looked about unabashedly. He had never seen the palace up close before, and had certainly never seen the inside of it. He clutched the scroll that summoned him here in a tight grip and walked alongside the lad, despite the young mans attempts to keep Harlen ahead of him. The ceiling was decorated ornately with massive spiritually inspired paintings that seemed to jump out of the stucco and reach for him and Harlen could not help but smile at the amazing skill it must have taken to produce works of such quality and depth. Much marble was in evidence and gold foil. He was duly impressed by the magnificent sight of the foyer and of the two wide, low-rise staircases that spiraled off and up to an overhanging gallery over the entry area. Wow, said Harlen. The boy beamed at him. It is impressive, isnt it? he asked, pointing at the fresco on the ceiling. That was painted two hundred years ago, and they say some of the artists were elven, and even some were dwarves. The lad laughed. They also say that it was almost never finished as the two squabbled so much. Harlen chuckled at that and patted the boys shoulder. I can believe that. Ive not met a dwarf in my days, but I know Ive squabbled with a few elves and they can be quite quarrelsome, he said. The lad led him between the stairs and down a short corridor to a large set of double doors. He reached out and had to pull three times before Harlen would release the summons from his iron grip. Unrolling the now slightly crimped parchment, the lad opened the door. Harlen stepped in and nearly jumped when the lad started to speak: My Lord, Anasper of Morrovale, Duke of Morrovale, Master of the Southern Reaches, General of the Armies of Morrovale, I present to you Harlen of Morrovale, Master Huntsman, Ranger of Morrovale, Ambassador to the Windy Isles from Morrovale! Harlen thought a moment and worried that his titles had almost been as long as the dukes, and hoped that wasnt something which would count against him. The duke was seated at a low throne, upon a dias of only two steps. He stood and walked toward Harlen. Once again, Harlen was struck at the Dukes youthfulness. He was only a couple of years the huntsmans senior, a fact that Harlen often forgot. Master Harlen, welcome and thank you for coming, said Anasper. I am so very glad you could find the time. Harlen generously failed to point out that he had little choice and the letter had said that he was ordered to appear. Thank you milord, said Harlen. I am honored to have been called before you. The duke chuckled. It is an honor of my mind only, master huntsman, for I have heard tell that you are less than thrilled at your appointment. Harlen blushed a little. Milord, I am honored by it, though I must admit that it discomfits me greatly, Harlen admitted. Anasper weighed those words. Well spoken, man of Morrovale, he said. I will speak plainly, Harlen, for you deserve such of me. He thought a moment. I selected you, Harlen, for three reasons, and only for those three reasons. Quite simply: I trust you, the elves trust you, and the men of the Windy Isles trust you. He paced a few steps away, then turned back around and faced the huntsman. I would be a fool to pass up so much goodwill being invested in one man, would I not? asked Anasper. Harlen nodded. I suppose so, milord he agreed. I fully realize that I am turning your life on its ear, my friend, said the duke. And for that I both apologize and intend to reward you very well. The huntsman smiled at that. Im sure milord will set a salary commenserate with his perception of my worth, he said. Sounding like a diplomat already, Master Harlen, said the duke, raising an eyebrow. I believe you will find this assignment quite simple and entertaining.

Come with Me! (Mf 13, Mdom, 1st, NC, flogger) By Mannheim Knot >>>>> A very bad man uses a simple ploy to get a timid middle school girl to come with him and then proceeds to use and humiliate her for his own pleasure. This is for readers who like to fantasize about what it would be totally heartless toward a vulnerable girl. Obviously some rough stuff and lots of humiliation. No injuries. >>>>> I had tried it two dozen times or so. Mostly it was a total failure. It had come close to working a few times, but never quite. The total failures were always pretty much the same. I approached an adolescent girl who was on her own. "Come with me right now, young lady!" I would snarl. The girl would ask me who the hell I was, often not even in terms as polite as that. Then I would get a confused look and say, "Wait a minute, you're not even her. You look almost exactly like the girl who stole it. Sorry I scared you, miss." I would be gone before she even knew what happened. A couple of the girls just ran away without even replying. Once in a while, they would take a step to go with me before they balked and I went into the mistaken identity routine. One girl got almost to the van before she pulled up and said, "Wait a minute! You're not a cop!" and beat it. She'd apparently done something and thought she was being arrested. None of the girls ever reported it. To them it was just a weird guy being confused. I had pondered giving up on the whole thing even though part of me just knew that I was going to find the girl who would simply do as she was told. I stopped doing it for several weeks, but when summer rolled around, and the girls' outfits got more and more revealing, I knew I couldn't give up. I hit the streets of the city again, and struck out twice in one morning. That's when I saw Bella. She seemed kind of lost and extremely alone in the world. Not a homeless kid or anything. Most of them were tough little nuts. Bella just seemed like she was a girl without a friend in the world. Maybe she was new to the neighborhood. She was dressed in that slightly slutty way most middle school girls dressed in the summer, but she was just a little rounder than most. Her denim booty shorts were a size or two bigger than average. Her little "belly shirt" contained bigger tits than most of the other girls, but the belly it revealed wasn't completely flat, either. Like I said, just a bit rounder and softer than most of her skinny peers. She had light brown hair and was fair skinned. I figured she was probably blue-eyed, but I wasn't that close yet. Her face was cute, girlish and not yet the face of a teen queen. She might turn out to have a gorgeous face in a few years, though. She was the type of girl older boys who were tired of striking out with high school beauties usually sweet-talked into giving up her virginity--and then acted ashamed that they had stooped to fucking a middle school girl. They'd act like they didn't know her. I knew then that Bella was as likely candidate for my ploy as I'd ever find. I approached her from behind and whirled her about by the elbow. "Come with me right now, young lady!" I snarled. She looked frightened, but took a step in the direction I had indicated. I'd been wrong about the blue eyes, I noted as I took in her features. She was green-eyed, a pretty shade of it, too. Her full bottom lip quivered. "What did I do?" she asked as she continued to move toward my sedan. I had traded in the van. It did sort of scream, "PEDO ALERT!" "No questions," I grumbled. "You just do what you're told and this will go easy for you." She looked confused and terrified, but she was moving in the right direction without me alerting bystanders by manhandling her. To the world she probably looked like a girl in trouble with her strict dad. "In the car?" she asked. "What did I tell you about questions?" She got in. Just like that. She sat in the front passenger seat and even buckled up her seat belt when I turned the engine over. It was pretty clear that this girl had been handled roughly by a grown man before and was terrified of having it happen again. "What's your name, bitch?" I asked as we drove. She stared slack-jawed at the name-calling. "Don't make me ask you again, cunt." "B-bella." "New to town?" "Yes, two weeks," she said. "Single mom raising you?" "Yes," she said, astonished that I could see the obvious. "Who used to hurt you, dad, step-dad, mom's boyfriend?" She went slack-jawed again, but just gave in to the notion that I had her completely pegged. "Step-dad," she whispered and sniffed a little. "He's gone now, though." "He's probably a pussycat next to me, Bella. Remember that before you think about not doing what you're told. And if you run home and tell Mommy I will do things to her you didn't even know were possible." Bella was outright crying now. This was her nightmare of what a grown man was. I put my hand on her thigh and ran the side of it along the crotch of her tight shorts. The mound had been a little visible before, and I'd liked that. Feeling it, hot even through the denim, was a lot better. I turned my palm over and began rubbing her cunt forcefully. She wept softly and made not one move to stop me. "Bella, you're my little bitch from here on out. You do what I say, and you meet me when I tell you to meet me. It won't be so bad. I'll do things that feel good to your sexy little body, and I'll even take care of you a bit. If you're good at what I want, I might even give you a present now and then." There didn't seem to be any traffic or pedestrians on this sidestreet, so I risked bringing my hand up and squeezing a handful of tit. She whimpered at the amount of force I used. "Cross me, and I will make your life a living hell. Got it, whore?" "Yesss!" she hissed as she grimaced at the pain. I let go of her tit and put my hand back down on her cunt. "Shit, Bella, it feels wet down there. You're terrified about what I might do, but your slut body is warming up to it. Been fucked?" I asked as I pulled right into the attached garage of my little two-bedroom rental house. "No," she said and wept a little more profusely. "Sucked cock?" I asked as I shut off the engine. She didn't answer, just looked down. I could have punished her for not responding, but she had pretty much given me a yes on that one. I opened the car door and told her with a jerk of my head to follow me into the house. She did. "A few times," she whispered, having decided I was going to find out anyway. "If I wanted one of the older boys to like me." I'd pretty much guessed right on that one. If one of the little bastards had gotten more aggressive, I wouldn't be dealing with a virgin. "Take off your fucking clothes," I ordered. She pulled the belly shirt over her head and opened up the big-girl bra she wore. I'd thought her tits would be floppy, but they really weren't. I realized then that I had misjudged her build a bit. She wasn't quite as round as I'd thought. She was probably in the process of shedding the last of her baby fat. She was going to have maybe a half-dozen good years of just being a busty little bubble-butt before she started putting on grown-up fat. "How old are you, cunt?" I asked as she slipped the tight shorts and her pink panties off. "Thirteen," she said. Somehow, that made her blush even more than the nudity. "I'm not even in eighth grade until the fall." That was it. She'd thought she'd make high school before getting fucked. "Thirteen and a complete whore," I added. Humiliation angered some females but made others even more pliable. I had no doubt which type Bella was. "But you're growing into a very sexy teen, Bella. I really like your little body." I liked spinning their heads around with the occasional compliment. "Shit, girl, you're alright." I smiled and she timidly smiled back. She never lost the blush, though. "Come on down here by the couch and show me how you made those boys like you." I made her open the front of my shorts and pull them down. She slipped my boxer briefs down as well. Her eyes widened a bit. "It's fatter," she said, seeming concerned for obvious reasons. "I'm a grown man, Bella." I wasn't especially long, but the fullness of my cock had always seem to please grown women. I was sure it was going to do more than that to her tender little cunt. She went to work on me timidly at first. But after a few moments she started giving me a real blowjob. I realized that the reason she'd probably been able to keep the older boys from going further than this was that she probably finished them off before they even had time to get worked up enough to get really aggressive. I was having a hard time keeping her from draining me. "More than a few times," I groaned. She looked up at me and was ashamed. "I know when a little slut has done this a lot. You were the blowjob queen of your old neighborhood, weren't you?" She started crying again, but it didn't stop her efforts on my cock. "Slow down! My parents aren't about to catch us," I ordered before the little bitch emptied me. "Please me for a long time, and then swallow every drop or you'll pay for it." She was mystified at first. The boys probably hadn't been smart enough to pace her. If I'd been a high schooler I would have been thrilled just to have a quality blowjob. Delayed gratification is a learned concept. She took her time, then. She used long licks and little swirls. She didn't want to be doing this, but she wasn't squeamish around a cock. Who knows if maybe she'd planned on doing this today if she ran into a cute boy? She sucked on the top and then went deep a few times. She was doing her absolute best. Maybe she thought that like the boys I could be satisfied with just a blowjob. She really didn't get older men. All she knew of them was a stepdad who beat her and a stranger who forced her to strip naked and suck his cock. Finally, I could hold back no longer. "Is it okay to finish?" she asked, afraid she'd done something wrong in being unable to hold back the inevitable. She could tell I was about to let loose in her mouth. "Fucking finish then, whore!" I groaned and grabbed a handful of her light brown hair. I fucked her face and she just sucked whatever she could get her mouth around. It was a crude way to finish an artful display of fellatio, but I never did appreciate art unless it could be looked at in a dirty way. I erupted into her mouth and slowed my fucking, but I was still giving her a moving target. She gamely tried to lick and lap up every drop, but in the end there was some on her chin and some on her cheek just below her eye. "I tried!" she cried out in fear. "I'm sorry!" It took me a second to realize that she had failed to follow my order exactly. It wasn't her fault. I'd been moving around. Still, I had to make sure she thought I was merciless. I pulled her up over my knee and spanked her little bubble-butt. She whimpered, but didn't struggle to get free. She just remained in place and took her licks. She'd been paddled by someone who did far worse things if she tried to squirm away. I had appreciated her abusive stepdad's efforts to break her spirit before, but now I was being robbed of being the first to have spanked her bottom. I wanted something of my own. I jammed a finger right into her tight little asshole. It damned near bent the finger back at first, but I forced it in. She screamed and then groaned. Yeah, I was the first to have done that! "Quit fucking wiggling!" I snapped before she wrenched my finger back. She froze. "Good. Now wiggle slow and go back and forth. Let that finger know that your slut little ass wants it there." She obliged. It was tough, though. The tightness kept her from being able to slide on it much. "Needs some lube. Get your lazy ass into the bedroom and lay facedown." She scampered to the bedroom while I took a little sniff of her ass on my finger. I chuckled. This was all so easy. Every total failure had been worth it. I had found my fucktoy and could probably keep it for as long as I wanted it. I got undressed the rest of the way and followed her in. I grabbed the KY from my nightstand and lubed up two fingers. It would hurt like hell for little Bubble-Butt, but even with lube I didn't think one finger could hold up to her tight ass fucking it. She didn't scream when I slid the two crossed-over fingers into her. She just groaned in pain for a few seconds. "Fuck my fingers with your ass, whore," I ordered. Bella strained at first, but it didn't take long for her to be able to move freely on the greasy digits. In about a minute, she was finding a rhythm. She wasn't quite getting off on it, but she was getting closer. "Play with your little pussy, slut. It will make it easier for you." Bella started to roll over. I was going to stop her, but decided I would kind of like to see her do it. I pulled my hand back and let her roll over. I rocked her hips back and found it fairly easy to slide my fingers back into her ass. As I did, she started to diddle the pussy beneath her little patch of hair. She'd trimmed it a bit and shaved the edges, probably so she didn't have anything peek out of a swimsuit. They'd already opened the fire hydrants in her neighborhood. A new girl looking to make an impression would wear a swimsuit for that. She wasn't squeamish about diddling, either. She might have gotten to a point where being more humiliated was unlikely, and she was obviously the kind of girl who knew how to flick her own bean. She couldn't really fuck my fingers now, but I could do that work for her. She had her eyes closed, maybe in pleasure, maybe in pain, maybe to avoid looking at me. Sure enough, my little bitch was heating up. "You like it, whore. You probably even like that it hurts a little." She groaned but didn't disagree. This little cunt was used to abuse, now the abuse was getting tied to sexual thrills. I was making a freak out of a thirteen-year-old. God, I was happy to be a bad man. But my wrist was getting tired, and my hard-on was back. I could still reach the KY. Bella still had her eyes closed and didn't even realize I had lubed up my cock with my free hand. When my fingers came out of her ass, she sighed in relief for a second and then opened her eyes. She never did stop jilling off. But then I was pinning her legs back and lowering myself toward her. "No!" she called out as she realized what was about to happen, but it was too late. She was trapped in place, and my rock-hard cock was taking advantage of the fact that her asshole was partially stretched. "Oh God!" she shouted as my fat cock stretched her the rest of the way. "Oh, ow!" "Don't stop playing with your cunt!" I roared and managed to curve a slap around her leg and put a good smack on her left tit. I pulled the hand back. "Next one hits your face!" I warned. She whimpered and closed her eyes as her hand went straight back to her pussy. "I'm only thirteen," she muttered. "Only thirteen." "And if I'd found you when you were ten, you still would have taken it up the ass like a slut. Count your blessings, bitch." After that, I didn't talk as much. Plowing a cock into an ass as tight as hers took some work. I had gained enough ground to get my knees on the bed, so I could use some force. I took her ass hard. It felt incredible. It squeezed everywhere on my shaft, and the head was getting so much pressure it hovered on the edge of pain. Beneath me, Bella had found her spot again. She was a great little diddler, that one. She didn't exactly like the cock in her ass, but she had adjusted to it. And even though it wasn't by choice, Bella reacted to sexual things in a sexual way. Before I was able to muster my second orgasm of the day, Bella's fingers and the ass-fucking gave her her first. "No," she whispered. "Don't do THAT!" She was talking to her body. It wasn't a world-shaking climax for her, but it was impossible to miss. "Fucking little whore," I said softly and chuckled. Poor kid. She didn't know better than to believe me. All that had really happened was that she'd been forced to do something she was good enough at to make her body react positively under duress. But in her little mind, she'd gotten off on getting ass-raped by a stranger. I wouldn't need any more threats to get her to obey me now. She was sold on the notion that she was a freak. I kept pumping, and my legs were starting to protest, but I knew I was close. I finished and just held myself deep inside of her as my cock did the thing it likes the most. I filled the little bitch's ass with cum and then froze there until the last of it had drained out. I finally slipped my flagging shaft out and then watched for a bit as the fruits of my efforts came back out in little globs as her asshole spasmed. Finally, I flopped down on the bed and felt incredibly pleased with myself. "Go clean your ass up, and then bring a washcloth and clean your filth off me." I made it an order and made her seem like the dirty one, but really it was sort of a kindness. I was giving the kid a break. Besides, I was never really big on sticking my cock in a girl's pussy after it had come out of her ass. I was such a gentleman. She took a little time in the bathroom. I'm guessing part of it was for a good cry, but I just didn't care very much. We both needed the break anyhow. Finally, she came back and did a good job of tenderly cleaning me up. "What's your name?" she asked in a quiet voice as she ran a cool washcloth over my balls. "What did I tell you about questions?" I said only sounding mildly annoyed. I sighed after a while. "Mister G," I lied. "It hurt, Mr. G," she said. "You're not very nice to me." What the fuck was this? She was trying to have a relationship with me? I just used it. "You're a sweet and sexy girl, Bella, but you're a freak, and I'm mean in bed. That's how it's gonna be with us." "I don't want to do anymore," she said softly. "You will," I answered, leaving it ambiguous as to whether that was because of who I was or who she was. "I just wanted you to know," she said. "Did you mean the part before about being nice to me if I do everything you tell me to?" "I don't see why not," I said. "You're easy enough to like. Things just have to be done my way." She was quiet and thought about things. "I'll do everything you want. Weird stuff, whatever. But I'm not saying yes. I'm just... I need you to be nice to me sometimes after you make me do it." "Why do you need that?" I asked, not quite getting why anyone would need the man who was forcing her to be his slave would really care if he was nice sometimes. "Who doesn't need someone to be nice to them?" she asked. She didn't have the guile to be playing me for pity. She was just one of those sad sack kids with no one who was ever kind to them. "I'll be nice sometimes, but it means I'll have to be meaner other times to make up for it." "Okay," she said softly. Well, that had been interesting. I didn't really care in any way if she was happy. Sorry if that offends you, but it's true. But it had given me another way to control her. And it might provide me with another level of safeguard to keep her from telling. If there was some sort of twisted connection, then she would have to admit to herself that she was more than just a girl who got abducted and raped. Maybe she already had. "It's not nice time, though," I said and stood up. "Get your slut ass out of bed. Don't get your hopes up, though. Time for you to make some art." Well, there was only one kind of art I cared for, and even innocent little Bella had a pretty good idea what that was. She moved woodenly toward the living room. "Please," she started without much hope. "I don't want to be a kiddie porn star." "What you want makes no fucking difference, Bella. But this is just for me. I'm not in show business." That was mostly true. I didn't have the head for running something like a kiddie porn ring. If I went big, I'd get caught. I did know a couple pervs who collected pictures and videos of little girls, though. One of them had volunteered the information that he would pay a pretty penny for something custom-made just for him. He gave a pretty detailed description of what he wanted. "I'll sell it to a Japanese guy I know in the end," he warned. "He won't resell it, though. He feels like he owns girls he has videos of. Now, she don't need to be a beauty or nothing, but I would give you $5,000 for a video of a sweet little white girl getting abused a bit. No blood, unless it's her cherry, and no real injuries. Lots of tears, though. She needs to get wrecked. No hookers and no pro models. I want the real thing, a sweetie getting defiled." I'd asked if he was going to want to meet the girl later. "No," he said. "Girls are always disappointing in person." I really differed with him on that point, but that was okay. I'd always known that once I got a little toy I'd never want to share her anyway. I had no moral qualms about making Bella do things for other guys. I just didn't want to do it because of my personal tastes. She was mine. "Get your little slut ass against that wall over there," I told her when she froze in the doorway and stared at all the cameras I was switching on. "I'll do anything if you don't make me do this," she pleaded without hope again. "I only want you to ever see me like this." "I'm not a porn producer," I said. "I just want to remember our first time together forever. In a couple years you'll still be coming to see me and you can look at this again and wonder why you were such a slut at only thirteen." She had a hard time wrapping her head around the 'couple years' part. It meant I planned on continuing to molest her, but it also meant that I thought enough of her to keep her around. "Put your hands behind your ass. Look right into the camera. Now, tell me what happened to you so far today." She sniffed back a few tears. "Mr. G made me get into his car. He took me home and did things to me." "Come on, bitch. You know what I want." "Mr. G made me strip naked and then he made me suck his cock. I was scared of it because it was fatter than any cock I'd ever seen. He--he told me to swallow it all when I finished, but he was fucking it into my face, and I missed some of it. So, I got punished. He spanked me and then he--please-- I don't want to say it." "Bitch, you are going to say it." She wept a little more. "Then Mr. G stuck his fingers up my ass and made me fuck them even though it hurt. He let me play with myself so it felt better, and I was getting used to it, but then he... he put that stupid fat cock right in my ass. It hurt a lot, but he made me keep playing with myself as he fucked me." She broke down a bit, but then she looked at me and got a hard glare. She forced herself to go on. "I got used to the cock then. It hurt and felt good at the same time. And then... I came because I'm kind of a whore. I'm only thirteen, and I never fucked anybody, but I came with Mr. G's cock up my ass because I'm a stupid freak!" That broke her down some more. She gave good video. I thought I was going to have to calm her down to get her to continue, but then she looked back up. "I cleaned us up, and he promised he'd be nice to me sometimes. He also said he'd be mean to me a lot of the time. The second part I know is right. I'm only hoping for the first part to turn out to be true." "Tell me what you'd done before you came here." "All I ever did was give blowjobs to some older boys and let them feel me up." "Did you give a lot of blowjobs?" "Yes," she admitted this time. "Like Mr. G said, I was the blowjob queen of my old neighborhood. But I never let them fuck me." "So, you're a virgin right now?" "Yes, and I want to stay one, but Mr. G isn't going to let me." She just stood and stared at me. "Why are you putting on a mask?" she asked. "In case you steal the video to show off to the other little sluts in your neighborhood. I'm not having my face on it as I'm force-fucking a thirteen-year-old." The mask covered the whole top half of my face and the sides all the way down to the jawline. It had an open space so that I could speak. "I would NEVER show this to anyone!" "Things might change, bitch. You're never going to be the same after today. You might even try to sell it to make some cash." She shook her head and looked down at the floor. That was outside her frame of mind. I checked my cameras again. They were set up all over so I had lots of angles. I'd been preparing and hoping for this day for a while now. I would try to have her crying little face in at least one of camera's eye all the time. Even if the guy never came through with the five grand, I still did want this video for myself. And I always liked porn where you could see the girl's face twisting in both agony and ecstasy. First, I needed a little more rough stuff, though. I had a nice soft flogger whip. It wouldn't cut her up, but it would definitely sting. I moved her a couple feet from the wall and then made sure that the main camera was framed to have her face. A couple of the side ones were set wide enough to catch her whole body. I moved back to her and put her hands on top of her head. She cried before I even hit her. The menace of the flogger was probably as bad as the actual sting. "Tell the camera what you are," I hissed. "I'm a freak," she sobbed. "More." "I'm a slut and a whore. I'm Mr. G's little bitch." "What else are you. Be really honest. Say what you really feel." "I'm a little girl, and I want to go home," she whispered. I cracked the flogger across her ass. I was taking it on faith that her Mommy who didn't seem to really love her wasn't likely to see this little girl's private parts. Bella sobbed. "Please, let me go!" "Not a chance, bitch. I am going to do all kinds of things to you today. And you are going to keep coming back. Do you know what we're doing tomorrow?" "No!" she squeaked as I twisted her nipple. "We're going out to the suburbs where no one knows either of us, and we're going to see a movie and have a nice meal and then go out for ice cream. You're going to pretend you're my daughter, and I am going to treat you like a princess. Would you like that?" "Yes!" she admitted as I twisted the other nipple. "Then we have to do this today." I smacked her ass with the flogger and she whimpered. She was standing straighter now, though. I'd given her a concrete image of me being nice to her. She did double over after I brought the flogger down over the top of her tits. But then she stood back straight and waited for the next thing. I gave her a light smack on her cunt. I didn't want to really hurt that spot. I liked to fuck cunts, not destroy them. She took a couple steps back, more from shock than anything, and then she hustled back in place and stood waiting. "Do you like the whip?" I asked. "I'm scared you'll really hurt me with it, but... Oh god, I'm a freak!" "Yes you are, baby girl. You connected pain and sex in your little brain. If your stepdad had touched you after he beat you, you would have cum all over his fingers, wouldn't you?" "DON'T!" she snapped. "Fuck that, bitch. I know all your secrets. You're terrified of grown men and crave their kindness all at the same time. You're going to do what bad men tell you. You are a slut, and you will be for the rest of your life. Bet you understand your mommy better now, don't you?" "Why does she let those awful men be so horrible to her?" "Why do you, cunt?" I flicked the whip to her ass, tits and pussy in rapid succession. Her breathing increased in pace. She was falling into it. She was very easy to convince of things. "I want you to be nice to me," she whispered and wept. "It's worth it if you're nice to me!" For the first time, I kissed her. She took her hands off her head and put them on the sides of my mask as her lips sought mine. She hoped the tenderness would last. It didn't. I placed the handle of the whip against her neck and backed her to the wall. She didn't resist at all. "That's it, slut. Nice and easy. You're going to be little cum-dump from now on. Don't fight it. Just know that's what you're good for. Maybe if you'd sucked your stepdad's cock he wouldn't have beat you so much." That was just mean, but it did force her to discover an untapped well of sobs. My video buyer wanted her wrecked. Now, she was wrecked. I picked up her hips and lifted her, still keeping her back on the wall. She looked at me one last time, begging with her eyes for me to stop. She saw the expression on my face and didn't even bother to verbalize the plea. She just froze as I lined up my cock and pushed her down onto it. She whimpered and groaned. I felt mild resistance where her cherry should be, but nothing extreme. It must have been partly broken already, but there was a little something there. She yelped as I pushed through the remains of her hymen. "God, you actually did it," she moaned. "You actually did it to me." "Wait until you see what I do next," I said merrily. I'd fucked a few whores not much older than her, but I'd never had a cunt this young. I was overjoyed and I couldn't contain it. I pummeled her against the wall. She was little enough to have the cock cause her some distress, but big enough that it didn't injure her. "Soft cunt, but tight!" I grunted. She was soft and warm, and despite her unhappiness, very wet. Her body constantly betrayed her, and even worse, part of her mind pushed the thought that she liked being treated like a whore. She was a mess of feelings and emotions. Like I said, she was wrecked. I wasn't deluded enough to believe that she wanted what had happened to her today. She might have willingly become my lover if I'd been nice to her for a while. Hell, if I had been nice to her for a long time, she might have been able to develop normal relationships with men. Her chances of developing a healthy sex life would have increased even more if I'd just left her alone. Sure, some high school hot shot would have probably been cold to her after conning her into fucking, but almost every girl goes through that. No, I was bad for her through and through. But she was sure as hell doing great things for my level of happiness. I loved fucking her. She seemed so helpless to resist that it made me feel strong. Abusing her kind of amused me, but I was thrilled to the marrow that I had created a situation where I could abuse her and she'd keep coming back. I owned a cute little girl completely. That had been a dream of mine since the day I'd gotten my first pubes, maybe even before. I was still fucking her against the wall and enjoying it completely, but I wanted a little more drama. I pulled out of her and then just stepped back. She slid down the wall and landed heavily. She was confused, but I picked her up by the hair and turned her around before backing her right onto my cock. I stood and fucked her pussy slowly, taking my time and letting her body discover the thrill of the change of pace. She was taking those deep breaths again, now. She couldn't help the fact that even unwanted sex stimulated her. I searched with my foot for a moment and found the flogger. I dragged it with my toes until it got to where I could reach it. I kept fucking Bella with slow, lewd strokes, but I would lazily smack her with the flogger. A smack to the ass, a reach under to put a little sting on her precocious titties, a casual drop between her shoulder blades. These blows were soft, but they would sting slightly, and they would make certain that the slow fuck was a nasty piece of work. She was in almost no physical distress from the cock gently pumping her young cunt, and that meant that her body could take more pleasure in being fucked. But the little stings would remind her that she was being used by a bad man at the same time her body was getting off. "Feel it building, Bella? Feel that cum building up? When I was just fucking you it wasn't there. Now, I'm fucking you and whipping you and you're getting all wound up. Nasty little whore. You better hope I keep you for a long time. Who else would want a useless little bitch like you?" The humiliation had found its way in again and her knees began to buckle. I steered her to the end of the bed. She put both hands out to steady herself, but I soon pulled one back to her pussy. She had good fingers. The odds of me making her cum during the first rape of her pussy went up quite a bit if she worked her own sex as I was doing it. She dug her fingers into her pussy for a while and then she kind of lost her mind. "I hate you," she hissed. That made sense to me. She had plenty of reason for hating her rapist. "You fucking stupid little whore, I HATE YOU!" she shouted. I guess she hadn't been talking to me in the first place. "Go ahead and cum on his cock, you little slut. It's all you're good for anyway. Let him hit you. You deserve it. You deserve a man like him, stupid little bitch!" Well, if she was going to abuse herself like that there was hardly any need for me to be there, but I was damned glad I was. I'd been an asshole to quite a few women and older girls, but I had never driven one to this kind of display. Face it, crazy women are hot in general. Crazy thirteen-year-old girls naked on the end of your cock are even hotter. "Hit the bitch again," she hissed. "Hit her hard!" I obliged, within reason. I still had no designs on injuring or breaking my new toy. I laid a little heavier drop between her shoulder blades. Bella shrieked and then shook all over. She was cumming. I'd managed to get her to put herself over a second time. I didn't really care much about her pleasure except as a tool to control her. I'd managed to use that tool pretty well, though. I pumped her hard for a few seconds and that was all it took. I fired about half my load in her little cunt and then pulled out and put the last of it on the small of her back for the camera to see. I sank to my knees for a few seconds, bit her lightly on her ass and then grabbed a camera off my nightstand. I was hoping to get a few more words from crazy, broken Bella. "How do you feel, Bella?" I asked her as she slumped down at the end of the bed. "What?" she asked groggily. "What just happened there?" "I came on his cock," she mumbled. "I was bad. He knew all along I was bad. That's why he picked me." "So, you think you deserve to be treated like a filthy little slut?" "Yeah. Yeah," she muttered. She was still barely aware of what was going on. It was like watching someone who was doped up. "Did you know before today that you were nothing but a little whore?" "I thought I was a good girl." "And you'll come back with me and do this again?" "I have to. I'm bad. He's here to punish me." I made her stand up and turn around so that all the carefully placed marks were visible to the cameras. Then, I let her get dressed. She was fair-skinned, but unless she had some bruising that really spread out, she would pass inspection in summer clothes. I instructed her to wear a full t-shirt and to make sure her shorts didn't reveal any of her stripes. She didn't protest at all. She really didn't want anyone to know what had been done to her, especially because she thought it made her bad. I dropped her off in the neighborhood where I'd found her, and she wandered toward home without looking back. She'd been given instructions as to where to meet me the next day. I took her to all the places I'd promised. I gave her a full day of princess treatment. She was glum and almost non-responsive for part of the day, but after lunch she perked up. She was almost giddy by the end of the day. She grabbed my hand before she got out of the car. "You kept your promise," she said. "I know you punish me because I'm bad inside and I need it. But you're sweet to me sometimes, too. Maybe there's some good in me, too. But no matter what, I think you are the most wonderful man in the world. I'm a lucky girl!" She practically bounced out of the car. I looked after her and thought for a moment. I'd taken a vulnerable kid and driven her so far into delusion that she now thought her rapist was a wonderful man. I'd probably really broken something inside of her. I smiled. It was going to be easy to keep this little bitch as my plaything. I'd committed an act of evil and been amply rewarded. Life is great sometimes. That reminded me. I had my act of evil on video, and if I wanted to get rewarded for it again I'd better get it edited and contact my buyer! >>> I had Bella for three years before her stupid cow of a mother fell for some fly-by-night and moved out to the West Coast, dragging my little bitch with her. It was okay in some ways. I'd grown mildly fond of Bella over that time, but I had grown even more cruel in some ways. The closer we got, the more my mind games broke her down. Another year or so with me and she was going to end up in an institution or something. This way, she got to go be crazy in San Diego and I didn't have to deal with it. By that time, of course, there were a whole new bunch of middle school girls in the city. They'd never seen my act. About a month after Bella left, I saw a little blonde with a gorgeous body but absolutely no sense of style. Like a lot of odd duck girls that age, she could be damned cute with the right clothes and hair. I approached her from behind. "Come with me right now, young lady!" I ordered. She looked at me as I pointed where to go. She had big blue eyes behind her unfashionable glasses. She was terrified. Her knees were shaking. I took a couple steps toward the car. She followed. Feedback welcome: [email protected]

LITTLE SISTER'S FIRST DANCE (mf, inc, 1st, con, rom) By Mannheim Knot >>>>> This is a re-post of my first ever incest story, written long ago under a different pen name. Protective older brother Dylan rescues fourteen-year-old Erin from an awful first date. The siblings discover that they're about to find their love for one another taking a bold new direction. >>>>> I pulled the car up quickly to the doors of the junior high. Erin had sounded distraught on the phone. I was afraid that something awful had happened to her or one of her friends at the dance. My parents were going through this "rediscovering each other" phase and left me to take care of my little sister about two weekends a month. I really didn't mind. She was three years younger than me, but she was a really cool kid. Since Mom and Dad had been pretty much ignoring us the last couple years, the two of us had grown really close. In some ways, I was more of a protective parent than Dad had ever been. I hadn't even managed to get out of the car before Erin burst out of the doors and rushed to the car. Her head was down, her brand new high heeled shoes were in her hand, and she was obviously upset. She got into the passenger seat and did not make eye contact. "Please, Dylan, just take me home," she said, sniffing back tears. I dropped the car into gear and began to slowly roll out of the lot. Then it occurred to me that even when she was upset, Erin always gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek whenever I picked her up from anything. "Erin, look at me," I said firmly, but without scolding. She lifted her head and I saw the beginnings of a little shiner beneath her left eye. "I'm gonna fucking kill that kid!" I roared as I slammed the brakes and brought the car to a screeching halt. "Dylan, no! Ian didn't do this!" "Well, who the hell did hit you?" "No one! Courtney and I got into a shoving match and I tripped on my high heels and hit the rail of the entrance ramp." "You got into a shoving match with your best friend?" I asked, amazed. The girls almost never even argued. Erin nodded. I formed a theory. "That Ian kid?" I asked. "He kissed her! My first ever date, and he kissed her right on the lips in front of everyone!" "Did Courtney kiss him back?" "Not really, but she didn't stop him either." "Kids your age shouldn't be kissing anyone." "Dylan, don't be such an old prude." "You're barely fourteen, sis." "How old were you when you got your first real kiss?" "Well, I was eleven...." I answered and searched for a way to show how it was different. "... but I was a boy!" "Was the other person a boy, too?" I had to admire her for that one. It was a good shot. "Well, no." It was unnerving to me the way my little sister had learned how to argue with me in the last year or so. She won these little spats more often than not; she was incredibly smart, far sharper than I had ever been. I never got asked to go to Math Camp or the State Youth Orchestra Invitational. She finished me off. "And the girl... was she a ho because she was kissing you?" "No, she was a good girl, a real angel." "So...?" "I withdraw the assertion.... But why the hell was that dickwad kissing Courtney when he had another date?" "You know why." "I do?" "Dylan... we've noticed how you look at her. You try not to, but even some of the girls' dads have a hard time not looking at her like that once in a while. Courtney has quite the set of tits now." "Erin, I don't mean to be creepy like that. I'm really sorry." "Well, I know you're trying to be a grown-up, but you're still a boy. It's what boys do when she's around." "And this Ian?" "He's a boy, too, and Courtney likes him as much as I do. He only asked me because Courtney was already going with Kevin." "It was still a dickhead move, asking you and then kissing her. Someone should straighten that little shit out." "Don't worry; Kevin gave him a bloody nose and a black eye that looks way worse than mine." "I like Kevin," I said. Erin giggled. "So do I, now. But the punch wasn't about me. It was about Courtney." She sighed and wiped away the last of her tears. "Dylan?" Suddenly, the little girl side of Erin was beginning to peek out again. "I have to tell you something." The dread in her voice frightened me. What had happened that she feared telling me? Had there been more inappropriate touching at this dance? "Go ahead, sis. It's okay." "I--I--broke my glasses again." I laughed out loud. "Dylan, Mom and Dad got so mad when I used to break my glasses!" "You broke four pair in one school year! But you've been careful since then. You don't throw them in your pocket and go play kickball at recess anymore. It's been three years since you broke a pair. You're a big girl, now. Even big girls have accidents and break things once in a while. They won't be mad." "Nobody else thinks I'm a big girl. Ian only asked me out because everyone decided they needed dates for the dance and Courtney was taken. Everyone thinks of me as a kid." "I'm sure some of the boys think you're cute. And I hate to admit it, but you're going to start getting curves of your own pretty soon." We pulled into the driveway and parked. "Wait in the car, Erin." I moved around to her door to let her out. She was surprised. "At least one member of my gender should treat you like a lady on the night of your first dance." Erin bounced out of the car and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. She put her arm around my back and leaned into me as I walked her into the house. Her little hand reached up and made a few small circles on my back. For a second, I flashed on the end of my own junior high dates. None of my dates back then had been so damned cute. I looked down at my sister and saw her differently than I ever had before. She was little, just like the eleven-year-old girl I had given my first kiss. Without her glasses, Erin's big blue eyes were striking, even with a little mouse under the left one. Her long straight red hair was shiny, and her brave smile as she gazed up at me was utterly charming. We entered the kitchen and sat at the table. The big house was strangely quiet these days. Mom and Dad were at a "couples encounter" whatever the hell that is. I was beginning to wonder if they were turning into Swingers. "Want some ice?" I asked. "No. Mrs. Handley put ice on it when it first happened. Did it swell up really bad?" "No. It's not much of a shiner. You've sure had worse." She giggled at that. She had always been the one of us with scraped knees and black eyes. "I doubt you've had many nights go worse than this, though." "I thought it was the worst night ever, until you showed up. You make everything better, Dylan." "That's what a big brother is for," I said. "So was any part of it fun?" "Not really. He didn't even give me a flower like most of the girls got." I gestured that she should wait right there. I went out to the bushes outside the door and came back in with a cute pink blossom. I didn't really have any idea what kind it was. Mom was the gardener. I just watered whatever came up in the spring. I found a big baby pin and pinned the flower on the front of her dress. Erin held onto my hand as I did it. Her hand was really warm. The blossom wasn't a perfect corsage, but it looked adorable on Erin. She smiled and gave me another kiss on my cheek. She left her arms around my neck. "You look wonderful, Erin. I know the junior high boys don't see it yet, but in a couple years you are going to be one of the hottest girls in your whole class." "We're eighth graders, Dylan; we don't much care about two years from now." "I suppose that's true. And boys our age don't really understand what good genes you have." It was a reference to our mother's beauty. "True," she answered. "I have a very handsome brother." She smiled and batted her big blue eyes. "And apparently, you also know how to flirt." "You started it." "I guess I did." "I like it, Dylan. No one ever tells me I'm pretty." "Erin, you are really pretty. Not two years from now... right now." Her response to this took me off guard. She kissed me on the lips. Part of me wanted to react with shock and move away, but the kiss had been so sweet and innocent. Besides, she had already had an awful night. No need to pile on by making her feel like she'd upset me, especially when she really hadn't. "So, what else did this little jerk forget to do?" "He didn't ask me to dance. Not once! I have never danced with a boy." "Mom and Dad need to put you into a school with higher entrance standards." I got up and offered her my hand. She took it and I led her into the living room. I turned on the stereo and hit one of Dad's old "Standards" playlists. Dean Martin's voice filled the room. "May I have this dance, my lady?" I said with a bow. "I would be honored, kind gentleman" she answered. I held out my hands in standard slow dance position. My ex-girlfriend, Madison, had been a competitive ballroom dancer. She taught me how to dance. Madison also taught me what it was like to find out your girlfriend's gay dance partner wasn't really gay and had been stoking your girlfriend's furnace for six months. That's another story, and with a far less appealing female lead. Erin wrapped her little arms around my waist and snuggled into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me as we slowly swayed. This was how most kids slow-danced, wasn't it? After a little bit of time, it became something both more and less than a dance. Her body heat, and her perfume were getting to me. I was starting to get a hard-on. I gently pulled her hands from my waist and placed one in my hand and one on my upper arm. I placed my free hand on her hip, and began to show her how the dance was supposed to look. She sighed sadly at first, but soon found that she could move more freely and find the rhythm of the music. She looked up at me and smiled. "This is really dancing!" she said. "None of the other girls really got to dance with their dates." I was happy with this. I had found a way to make my heartbroken little sister happy. She was a pretty good natural dancer. Her mathematical bent had always made her a good musician, better than all the kids in the high school band, including me. She understood where music was going before it got there, even if she didn't know the songs. I gave her a few twirls and even a dip or two. Erin was giggling, and kept dancing with me even when the next song had a far faster tempo. She began to twirl more often now and came back to me with enthusiasm. We were almost jitterbugging. After one twirl, she came in very fast and threw her feet up in the air. I caught her and swung her out and then back on the other side. She squealed with delight. Almost any boy can look like a pro when his partner only weighs eighty-five pounds. "Again, Dylan!" she cried. I swung her to the side, and when I swung her back out she guided herself right back toward the middle of my body and split her legs on each side of me. I swung her back again and she was parallel to the floor for an instant before she landed lightly on her feet. She pulled herself into my embrace and threw an arm around my neck. I put my hand right on my little sister's bottom as we swayed to the music. I was having such a fantastic time, that I had lost track of the situation. I hadn't realized how much I missed dancing with Madison. Suddenly it occurred to me that Erin wasn't completely improvising. She had often sneaked out of her room and watched us dance. We usually pretended not to see her for a while and then chased her back to bed before we moved beyond dancing. Erin was simply replacing Madison as my partner, as I had replaced her clueless date. Erin's spying on us might have led to what happened at the end of the fast song. As the slow song that followed began, she threw both arms around my neck and leaned into me, just as Madison had done so many times. After a few seconds of this, my other hand thoughtlessly slid to her bottom. I was in a dream. I wasn't consoling a baby sister; I was dancing with a very hot girl. Erin didn't have any negative reaction to the presence of my hands, so it all felt natural. We held each other close and let the music carry us away. I looked down into the beautiful face that turned up at me. Years later Erin would insist that it was all her, but I swear that I leaned slightly toward her first. She pulled me down to her lips and kissed me for several seconds, and I didn't fight her. She moaned softly, and I pulled her bottom closer to me. It had been all instinct to this point. I finally pulled back gently, and she looked up at me pleadingly. I kissed her again. It wasn't just instinct this time. I'd had a second to think, and I had chosen to kiss the most beautiful face that had ever gazed at me with longing. The fact that the face belonged to my little sister wasn't lost on me, but she was a really cute girl, and that pushed all other thoughts aside. When she parted her lips, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. For the first time, she stiffened, but almost instantly melted back into it. She then added her own tongue to the mix, darting it into my mouth as we maintained the kiss. I lifted her by her bottom, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She moaned again and broke the kiss, this time burying her face in my neck and kissing me repeatedly. "Erin, this is really hot," I said. "But we have to stop, okay?" She stopped kissing me, and let her legs slide back down to the floor. She slid her head to my chest and her arms back to my waist. She held me for several long seconds and then released the embrace. "Thanks for everything," she said as she gazed warmly at me. "For the first time in my whole life, I felt beautiful. This was the best date, ever." She kissed me on the cheek and went off to bed. I tried to feel awful about what we had done. I really did try, but I couldn't regret it. She was beautiful, and it had all felt so right. Besides, it was over now. I went off to bed and fell asleep without the agony I would have expected after making out with my little sister. About midnight, I felt her crawl into bed with me. She snuggled into the little spoon position. She had only a t-shirt and panties on her gorgeous little body. "Do you feel bad?" she asked. "I probably should, but I don't." I had developed the habit of always telling Erin the entire truth. She was too smart to lie to, anyway. "Because you love me?" "That's both why I should feel bad and why I did it. You're my favorite person in the whole world, and you are looking so hot these days, Erin." I took a moment to try and process the whole situation. "I didn't realize how much that got to me until tonight." "I feel bad, because I did know. Courtney told me that you look at me that way once in a while." "I do?" Erin rolled toward me, but didn't try to embrace me. "She says you get kind of a dreamy look. It's the same thing you do when you look at her sometimes. It wasn't fair of me to kiss you on the lips when I knew you might react that way." "I don't feel like you were unfair to me. You're fourteen. I'm the one who's supposed to think about the big picture." She rolled back into the spoon position. "Shit, bro, you're a kid, too. I know you feel like you have to be the grown-up, but you're only seventeen. And, I do think about the future, Dylan." "Well, you're so fucking smart. Your future is going to be amazing." "I guess, but that's not what I really mean. I have a little body, but I've got big girl feelings inside. The dance was my first date, and it totally sucked, but I'm going to have more dates... and I'm going to be doing big girl things." "That bothers me the fuck out of me, Erin. I hate to think about some stupid boy pawing at you." "I know it does, Dylan. It's okay. It's because you love me." She laced her fingers through my hand. "But wouldn't it be easier for me to handle those stupid boys if I already knew what was going on?" "You're smarter than I am, Erin. Where are we going with this?" "I loved what we did tonight. I didn't know if I would. Now, I know for sure. By the way, I also like the way that there is something poking against my back right now." "Sorry!" She rolled to face me again. "Don't be. It makes me feel pretty. I never knew that it would before it happened. I want to know what's coming up in my life, Dylan." She threw her arms around my neck. "I want you to show me more." "Erin!" She had genuinely shocked me for the first time this evening. "What?" she asked, gazing at me, her eyes again pleading for something more than just a big brother's fondness. "There's no going back from that. It's gonna always be there if we do anything more." "You're my brother. Everything we have ever done together is always going to be there. No one means as much to me as you do." She kissed me, and again I didn't fight her. "You are so fucking pretty." "I'm beginning to believe that. If we keep going, I'll know that it's true, and I will always believe that the person who loves me most finds me too beautiful to resist." That was a hell of a response. It was almost too good. "Dammit, Erin," I said, finally catching on. "You've been rehearsing this argument." "For a few months, now. I never thought I would actually use it, though. It's just a fantasy I have when I touch myself." That got to me. She was reminding me that she masturbated and was becoming as much a sexual being as any fourteen-year-old girl. "You are fucking clever," I said. "And pretty?" "Beautiful." I kissed her. This time there was no doubt that I initiated it. Her tongue came out first this time, though. And while I did slide my hands down to her ass, she was the one who began to rub her groin against mine. I let her go at it, partly hoping that it would satisfy her curiosity, and partly hoping that it would inspire her to keep going. "What's this called?" she asked. "Humping." "I like it," she said breathlessly. "There's another way to do it," I said. "If you go in a more circular motion, it's called grinding." "Grinding? Like in dancing?" she said, pausing her movements. "Like this?" She started making a more circular motion as she pressed against me. "That's it," I said. This time I was the one short on breath. "It's incredible," she moaned. Then she suddenly paused. "Dylan, it makes me want to talk dirty. Do older girls do that?" "Some of them. I haven't been with that many." "I like grinding my pussy on your cock," she said happily. She resumed her grinding and began kissing me again. I rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me. She sat up a little and let her weight center on her groin. "This spreads my pussy lips more!" she said, really digging herself into me. "It's hot!" I slipped a hand from her bottom and began to fondle her tiny breast. "Holy shit!" she said and pulled my hand from her breast and kissed it before returning it. "Do the other one," she said. I brought my other hand up and now had both breasts in my hands. She went back to humping me for a while. "I think I'm gonna cum!" "It's okay, baby. Go ahead." "OOOO--OOOO-OOOO, my pussy!" she squealed. She only took a few more seconds to cum. It took her pretty hard. She grabbed my t-shirt with both hands and began to tremble all over her body. After several seconds, she stopped, gazed at me in wonder, and smiled. "Holy shit!" "Yeah, holy shit." "Can I see your cock?" "I'm not going to say no to anything, Erin. You're leading this. You're in charge." "Show me, then. Just get naked all the way, and so will I." "It's more fun if we help each other," I offered. She liked the suggestion. She held her arms up and I pulled her t-shirt off. I'd accidentally seen her little breasts in the bathroom a month ago. I had actually worked hard to put the image out of my mind; otherwise, I kept ending up pulling on my dick. Now, I saw the tiny mounds and puffy nipples as beautiful. I kissed them for a little while and she cooed with pleasure. Then, she pulled off my t-shirt. She stood and dropped it on the floor. While she was up, she pulled her panties down and showed me her wet little pussy. There was just a little patch of ginger hair above it. "You have a sweet little pussy, Erin." "I believe it when you say it," she said. She took the waistband of my boxers and I shifted my hips to let her pull them off over my erection. "That is huge," she said. "Not really, but thanks." I looked down at my swollen cock. My sweet little sister reached her tiny, trembling hand down to it and touched it gently near the tip. "Harder," I groaned. "It's really sensitive there; a firm grip is actually easier to take." "It won't hurt?" "Not unless you really yank on it. It wouldn't be good for much if you couldn't touch it." She began to move her hand up and down on the shaft. "This is jacking you off, right?" What did junior high girls talk about these days? Hell, I guess the girls in my class started talking about that shit in sixth grade. I just hadn't really pictured Erin doing it. "That's... jacking me off... and it feels so fucking good you're going to make me cum if you keep going. If you want to try other things, you should do them first." "I want to give you a blowjob." "You're in charge." She smiled at that. Erin knelt between my legs and took the tip of my cock in her mouth. She formed a seal with her lips and pulled her tongue down to the base of her mouth and sucked. "Do that... but use your tongue like you did inside my mouth." She got it. Erin began sucking deeper down onto the shaft and used her tongue on the soft underside of my cock. She jacked me at the base of my cock as she continued sucking me off for a few more minutes. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth pretty soon, Erin. Don't try to swallow it all. Just let it run out of the corners of your mouth. Don't worry about the mess." She kept going, and I began to moan. "Say words, too, Dylan," she said, lifting her head for a second. "I like the words." "You are so good, baby. You are a sweet little cocksucker. I'm gonna cum right in your mouth because you are so fucking good!" She really went at it, then. She wasn't lying about liking the words. "Ohhhh- yesss--Erin!" I said as I shot my load in her mouth. She stayed down on me, but let most of it run out as she was told. She looked up at me, my cum running down her chin. "I swallowed some of it. It was kind of like snot, but tastes way stronger." She wiped her chin, and looked at the gob on her fingers. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked. It was so dirty to see her doing that, but I loved it. "So," she said with a smile. "I'm a sweet little cocksucker?" I laughed at myself. "Very sweet, Erin." "Does the boy do the girl now?" "If the girl wants him too." "It won't be gross for you, will it?" "No, Erin. And I'm pretty sure you're going to like it." "Okay. What should I do?" "I could do it like you did, but you're so little you could just sit on my face and it would be fine with me." "You can do that for real? I've heard of it, but thought it was just kids being dumb." "No, it's real. Let's try it." Erin climbed on top of me and lowered her snatch close to my face. I reached a finger up and began to stroke her pussy lips, teasing them until I found her tiny clit. I kissed it, and she stiffened like she had just received an electric shock. "Oh fucking ay!" she whispered. "Do that again!" I trailed my tongue up her slit and then planted another kiss on her clit. She wiggled, but was more prepared for it this time. I set to work on her, and she kept wiggling as I teased and kissed her sex. Then, I clamped both hands on her hips and sucked her clit. She tried to wiggle away for a second, but then put more weight than ever down onto my mouth. "Uhhhhh!" she groaned. "Uhhhhh! Fuck!" I had never heard her use that word before tonight. She wore it well. That was good, because she used it several more times. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She pulled back a little. "Fuck it with your finger!" She was in charge. I slid my finger up into her tiny pussy. It gripped my finger tightly. She rose up to her knees and began to wiggle again. I used the hand on her hip to keep her from tipping. She began to try and drive the finger deeper. Soon, she was fucking away on the finger inside of her. She was pretty wet, so it began to move pretty easily compared to before. I didn't go too deeply on my own, but she was getting it pretty far in. "I'm afraid I'll pop your cherry, Erin!" She slowed down, barely moving at all, but still keeping enough motion to pleasure herself a bit. "I already did that," she said. "It scared me, and it hurt a little. I was... using a toy I stole from mom a long time ago." "That's where that went! I got in trouble for that. Mom thought Madison and I took it from the drawer." I had to laugh a little. "You got in trouble? You're not mad?" "How could I be?" Erin smiled and began to fuck my finger again, but my hand was getting tired. "Roll on your back, sis." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and I fingered her pretty hard. She bucked and moaned for a bit. "You are so hot and wet." "I love this... but I want it all, Dylan," she said. I stopped fingering her. "So do I, Erin. I never thought it would get this far, but you're ready. I'm bigger than your toy, though." "Lots," she said. "I'm going to take charge of things now, baby." "I love when you call me, baby. I want you to take charge, Dylan. I bet you're really good at it." "You say things that are way nicer than you realize," I said. She smiled and leaned up to kiss me. We made out for a while. I positioned myself between her legs. "I kind of tend to talk when I fuck a girl. Do you want me to use dirty words, or just tell you over and over again how much I love you?" "Kind of both." "I'll do kind of both, then. Erin, you are the sexiest girl I have ever seen, and I love you." "I love you, too. Please just do it; I'm getting scared from the waiting." I lowered myself to the entrance of my frightened sister's little pussy. I looked her in the eyes and felt no shame, only concern for her. I pushed into her, and she screamed. "I'm okay! I'm okay!" she said as I froze. "I don't know why I screamed. Do it, Dylan. All the way in." I didn't go all the way in, but I went a good measure of the distance. She screamed again, but kissed my neck several times and didn't seem to want to stop. I began to move in and out of the tightest pussy I would ever know. She was wet and willing, though, and she soon seemed to take the thrusts with relative ease. "I love you, baby!" I whispered, knowing that I was about to bury myself in her. "Fuck my pussy and make love to me!" she said with far more volume than I had used. I couldn't hold back a second more. I pushed all the way into her. She screamed again, but I was recognizing that it wasn't pain that made her scream. She was a natural screamer. Maybe she had been conditioned to it by the sounds Mom made. Mom and Dad were way too loud for us not to know when they were going at it. Erin had to have heard her at times. Once I was sure she wasn't in pain, I began to take her harder, moving quickly in and out of her incredible little snatch. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried as before, but with more intensity. "This is good! This is good! This is good!" She loved words, but also rhythm and repetition. She found ways to accentuate the musical beats in our lovemaking with her exclamations. "Yeah, it is good. You are one hot little fuck!" "I'm a hot little fuck!" she said, picking up on it. "I love you, fuck me! I love you, fuck me!" "I love your sweet little pussy. I love you, Erin! I love you, Erin!" I had picked up on her volume level. It was contagious. "I'm gonna fuck you hard!" I was driving into her with both speed and depth now. She screamed and yelped. "You sweet little fuck. You make me crazy!" "I love you! I love you!" She was clutching and clawing at my back. She was going to be a scratcher if she ever grew her nails out. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" She lost the power of speech after that, and even stopped screaming. She grunted like a tennis player as I repeatedly plowed into her. Erin was a girl who lost herself in the act. She bit down on my shoulder and began to moan. I had cum once before or I would have been done long before this. She was incredible! "Holy motherfucking baby Jesus!" she said after a few minutes of grunts and moans. Her newfound gift for profanity had jumped a level or two or three. I don't think even our very vocal mother had ever strung that one together. "Gonna fucking cum-m-m-m!" She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me down to her. My head was above her shoulder as she spasmed around my cock. She was still for a moment, and then began to move her hips slightly to meet me. "Finish it, Dylan," she whispered. I began to pump her in quick strokes, not going as deep into her as before. Then as I got close, I began to bottom out again. Just as I was about to explode into her, I realized what a bad idea that might be. I pulled out and jacked myself a few times, spraying all over her belly and tiny tits. "Oh, Erin, you sweet little fuck!" I whispered. We both froze for a moment as we stared into each other's eyes. She blushed. "I got kind of wild," she said, almost apologetically. "You were fucking incredible. How do you feel?" "I'm gonna be sore. I'm pretty small down there, and you're pretty big." I began to feel a touch of shame. "Can we just take it easy, maybe for a few days?" "Erin, we never have to do anything you don't really want to do." "We never have, Dylan. Everything we did was so wonderful. I'm glad I made you do it." "Did you?" "Well, I guess you wanted to." "Why?" She thought for a moment. "Because I'm beautiful and you love me?" "I have such a smart little sister." Erin looked at herself, covered in cum and lying in a bed with the sheets torn off and twisted. Suddenly her mood changed. She seemed a little overwhelmed by everything. "Dylan, I'm covered in cum and we made a big puddle in the bed. I-I don't want to sleep on your bed tonight." "I understand." This was obviously too much for her to deal with. I now began to regret that I had let things go so far. "I'm going to take a shower and go back to my bed now, okay?" "Sounds like a good idea, sis." Erin got up and crossed to the door. She turned back as she was leaving. "Well?" she asked. "Are you coming with me or not?" "Yeah, baby. I would like that." She turned away, but looked back to make sure I was following. She gave me her prettiest smile and flipped her red hair over her naked shoulder. "Besides, I have to keep an eye on you. Who knows what some boy might do if you gave him a look like that?" She stopped. She turned to face me. "He'd try to do what you did, big brother. But he'd be a pale imitation." She kissed me on the mouth and we let it linger for a long time. "So, Mom and Dad have that 'Reviving Your Marriage' thing they're going to in three weeks?" she asked when we finally broke for air. "Yeah," I said with a little smile. "Don't make plans," she said with a naughty grin. "Understood," I said. She pulled my hand so that it rested on her ass as we walked side-by-side toward the shower. I realized I was kind of breaking a promise to her, though. As I looked at her shiny red hair and felt her little bottom in my hand, I was making plans. I was making all kinds of them. I couldn't wait to see how the evening would end when I had time to show her what a real date was like! Feedback welcome [email protected]

Janey's Refuge (Mg11, Mf15g12, Fg, slavery-ish, bondage, spanking, anal toys) By Mannheim Knot >>>>> In a near future with too many children and not enough adults, Janey is taken from a dreary Orphan Camp and brought to a fabulous new community called Refuge. It isn't what she expected. The story starts right in the middle of some action, and then flashes back to help fill in the gaps and help the reader understand more of Janey's world and how she became who she is at fifteen and beyond. >>>>> JANEY AT FIFTEEN: January Brook should have felt sorry for the little thing, but she didn't. Although Janey, as she preferred, sounded mean and sadistic, she was actually happy for the child. Simon had said that in the end this one would find her bliss in being treated liked this. Janey knew what it was like to find joy in being taken without mercy. For her, that had started four years ago in this very room. Janey had been a year younger than this girl then. Simon had instructed that this one's heart secretly wanted things even rougher than Janey had liked them in the beginning. The little redhead didn't know that yet, but as far as Janey could tell Simon was never wrong about these things. Janey slowly slid the smallish dildo back into the twelve-year-old's sweet little bottom hole. The girl whimpered around Simon's cock. She was tied face-down to the cylinder with her head hanging over. Simon had a handful of orange hair and had tipped the girl's head up so that he could force his cock into the cutie's freckled little face. "Face-fuck that bitch, Simon! Shove that big cock into her little whore mouth. She loves it!" Janey saw the girl's arms and legs flex as she pulled against the ropes that held her in place. She was fighting it. Janey wanted to soothe her, to let her know that they loved her, but Simon had said this one only needed that after. Janey had always needed an occasional display of affection during the act. It got her through in the early days. Simon pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth. "Is she right, little whore? Do you love it when I fuck your face?" "Please, no more!" the girl panted. "This is too hard!" Simon spit in the child's adorable face. He rubbed it around a bit. "Don't lie to me, Tara. You're a little painslut from the get-go. Telling me you can't handle it just means you want it more." He grabbed the hair again and this time shoved his cock in deep enough to get a gag reflex. "Make her swallow the whole damned thing, Simon!" Janey gleefully cried. She was happy for the child and wouldn't have done any of this if Simon hadn't told her that it would lead Tara to undiscovered heights of ecstasy. But Janey had to admit, some of her joy came from watching the little girl suffer a bit. She didn't have to worry. Simon had never injured a child, but they would suffer at his hands if it was their hidden nature to crave it. Janey had suffered at his hands, at the hands of some of the other Founders. And she had dealt out suffering to some of the very adults who controlled her life. Just yesterday she had taken a flogger to Evelyn, the woman who liked to pretend she was Janey's 'Slut Mommy.' In the end, Janey was a submissive, but she had learned to find pleasure in dealing it out once in a while. Simon had told her that the occasional trip to the other side 'cleaned out her soul.' Janey was sure that was right, but it also made her a mess down below. She could feel some of her own juices running down the inside of her left leg as she diddled her clit with her free hand. That made her think about the baby redhead's cunt. Janey bent down and took a little peek at the girl's box. She thought she saw a little bit of a sheen on it. She took her hand from the dildo, because she knew her wet free hand wouldn't serve. She pressed her dry fingers to the girl's pussy lips. "Soaking wet," she reported to Simon. "God what a filthy little whore!" Janey took the hand from her own cunt and slapped the girl's ass a few times. "You're a disgusting little pig," she hissed. "God damn, getting face-fucked and getting ass-raped with a dildo and you're turning into a swamp down there. You should be ashamed, baby whore. You're a sick little freak!" Simon pulled out as he knew the child was about to be wracked with sobs and might clamp down. "Put it on, Lady January," he instructed. "She's being true to herself somewhere inside. That's why she's getting wet." He caught Janey's eye and held two fingers close together out of the child's sight. He wanted her to use the small strap-on. He would have put his own big cock up the girl's ass, but he was more careful when one of the teens was helping out. Simon was an expert at this, but Janey was still learning. Her using a big phallus wasn't quite as safe as Simon's cock would have been. Simon untied the sobbing little girl. Janey could get into a strap-on and lube it up in a matter of seconds without even looking at what she was doing. She saw the brief struggle in Simon's eyes. Even amid all this chaos, Simon wanted to hug the girl and dry her tears. He loved children, beautiful ones at least. And Janey could see that while this leggy little cutie was more adorable than gorgeous she would soon be as striking as Janey's friend and mentor Margie had been. Another tall redhead with high cheekbones and slender, graceful fingers, Margie was at university now. She wanted to be a veterinarian and had the brains to get that kind of degree. But Simon didn't hug the child. He picked her up at the waist and carried her over to the bed, roughly tossing her down and then yanking her to her knees by the hair. He put a lewd kiss on her mouth and then spat in her face again. Janey knelt on the bed behind the girl. "What's the little freak's name again, Simon?" she asked. She hadn't really forgotten. How could she have forgotten the name of a little beauty like this? "Kara, I think," Simon said distractedly. "Tara, sir," the girl said with a little sniff at the end. Her sobs had subsided, but the remaining tears kept her from being able to speak very much. "Oh, Tara then," Simon said to Janey. "Let's us fuck the shit out of Tara. It's what the little whore wants anyway." The next few seconds were tricky. Tara wasn't a virgin in either hole. She'd been abused by a woman at the orphan camp. But she had certainly never done anything like this. They had to be gentle about getting things lined up. They disguised their caution down below by Simon twisting a tittie while Janey bit down a little on Tara's ear. Then, as they were about to plow into her from both the front and back, Janey threw an arm around Tara's neck and squeezed enough to give the illusion of choking her. In unison, they impaled the child from both sides. As they gave her a moment to adjust, Janey leaned forward and got a loving kiss from Simon. "You okay?" he whispered in Janey's ear. He'd never had her help abuse one this young before. Janey replied by sticking out her tongue and grinning. They locked arms around the girl and began to fuck her. He'd go in first, then Janey. He'd withdraw a little, then her. It was a complicated rhythm, but the two of them were so in tune with one another that they had little trouble finding it and keeping it. That let Janey enjoy Tara. The child was so warm, and her pale skin was so smooth. Her shoulders were just starting to freckle a little bit after only a week of spending time outside in the nude or the little spaghetti strap "access top" halters that the grown-ups here liked the girls to wear. Janey had breasts now, and she could feel them rolling across the back of Tara's shoulders as she fucked the girl in the ass. Tara had stopped crying. Janey realized you could probably hit this child with a flogger and she wouldn't cry at first. It was only the verbal abuse and mind games that got to her. Simon was quiet, so Janey kept her own filthy mouth in check. Tara was the only one making much noise now. She groaned, but she also moaned. A week of regular sex games had already led to the child no longer being able to deny that she liked fucking. After a few minutes of silence from the others, Tara began to throw in an occasional purr or sigh. She turned her head away from one of Simon's lewd kisses and sought Janey's mouth. Janey obliged, her tongue dancing with that of the pretty little girl. It was such a sweet little tongue, and very nimble. Janey had to admit that while she had always sort of loved Tara in the way she loved all the girls here, she was now a little smitten with the sissy bitch who was far tougher than one would have guessed. Some girls were subs but could only handle a little roughness. Some, like Tara, were tough enough to take a lot of abuse and still find sexual thrills in the end. Janey had been kind of in the middle to begin with, but she had learned how to handle damned near anything. Tara didn't have to learn. She was born with that talent. "I love you, even if you hate me," Tara whispered to Janey. Janey wanted to tell her that she loved her, too. "Fucking sick little freak," she said instead. "You disgust me, whore." She borrowed Simon's favorite and tried to spit in Tara's face. But Tara's head had drooped at the verbal abuse, and Janey spit right in Simon's face. Sandwiched between the two of them and taking a shaft in both holes, Tara still giggled. "You two bitches are gonna pay for that!" Simon sneered, but when Tara looked away, Janey could see him trying to hold in a chuckle. "Oh god! Oh god!" Tara hissed. She went stiff between the two of them, and even though their position kept her from moving much, Janey could feel the tremors passing through the child's body. "What a god-damned whore!" Janey whispered in Tara's ear. "Freaky little fuck-pig!" Janey wasn't sure if it was just a continuation of the climax or if the verbal abuse had sent her right into another one, but this time Tara shook even more violently and then slumped. Janey stopped fucking her and just held her in place as Simon took a few more strokes and exploded into the baby slut's cunt. He groaned and then pulled back. Janey lowered Tara to the bed. The older girl slipped out of the strap-on and joined the pair on the bed. They were lying there, the two abusers on their backs, the abused sandwiched between them face down. They breathed heavily and Janey thought Tara might have passed out. But after a long moment, a slender arm slipped across her chest and then a lithe form draped across her. Janey looked to Simon who mouthed "Be nice now." The older girl pulled the child into her arms. "I'm needed elsewhere," Simon announced. "You two can rest here, but clean up before you leave. Sanitize that strap-on, clean the cylinder and change the sheets." He didn't bother getting dressed, just slipped his access fob around his wrist. The new kids had been here a week. People were either naked or costumed pretty much anywhere you went. Sometimes one of the kids would be getting fucked in the hallways. The adults could take them any time or place they chose as long as they didn't have school or an appointment. Janey cuddled closely with Tara. "You are so brave and so beautiful, little slut," Janey whispered. "Everyone is really pleased with the baby freak you're becoming. They are going to be mean to you, way meaner than we were today, but you are going to learn to crave that." "Why?" Tara mumbled. "Why will I crave it?" "Because, sometimes that's how people want to be loved, and sometimes other people want to be loved by having someone who will let them get the dark out of them by taking their abuse. The Founders like Simon are VERY good at figuring out how we want and need to be loved. And they love us, they love all of us." "But Simon loves you the most, doesn't he?" "Maybe," Janey said, feeling warm inside because she knew that it was true. "But other grown-ups here, and older kids like me all have kids who are extra-special to us." Janey smiled for a minute. "Tara, you already figured out that I kind of adore you, didn't you?" Tara giggled. "It feels right to me somehow when you make me cry so easy. I know that's crazy, but... I think that if I wasn't connected to somebody in a special way they'd really have to work to make me cry. There was a woman at my orphan camp, a pretty lady, but mean. She tried to make me cry, but she had a really bad heart, so I just shut her out and she couldn't get to me. But you get to me really easy. So, I guess that as long as you love me, you can make me cry, because you matter." "Does Simon make you cry?" "A little. But I'm not as special to him as I am to you, so even though we like each other, it's not the same with him. He can't make me cry as easy." "He can make you cum, though," Janey teased. "By the bucketful!" Tara gushed. "There's so few adults left, and I just think handsome grown-up men are really hot!" "I think he's good-looking," Janey said, "but it's what he does that gets to me. The way you describe me, that's how I feel about him... even by the end of the first night I wanted his love more than I wanted the whole world. And he gave it to me. I am so happy here now." "Janey, I can be happy here, but I get lonely sometimes. My roommate and I get along, but we're not into each other. If there's ever a night when..." "I can talk to the people making the schedule. We get a couple nights a week to rest and just hang out. Want to set it up so we have the same nights off?" "I don't want to cry then, though," Tara said. "I just want to..." "Be with someone who loves you more than she loves the other little girls?" "Yeah, and someone who holds me and talks to me like this." "Tara, I would love to do that for you." "Beca-a-a-use...?" Tara trailed off and grinned hopefully. "Because I love you, you sick little freak." >>> JANEY AT ELEVEN: More than half the adults in the country had died when the plague swept through. It was a picky plague. It didn't affect kids. The remaining adults were scrambling just make ends meet and couldn't provide that many orphans with proper homes. In the end, they set up huge camps for the unclaimed kids. The older kids said they were kind of like the internment camps they had set up for Japanese Americans in World War II. The soldiers in charge made damned sure the place was kept clean. They kept order. The kids had meals and beds and even schooling. What they didn't have was freedom. Janey didn't know anything about World War II, but she wondered if the Japanese had been as bored as she was. She was eleven now, and three years in the camp was more than enough. She woke up and went to morning assembly and roll call just like she did every Tuesday, but today was different. There were rich people there. "Refuge!" the boy next to her whispered excitedly. "They're from Refuge!" Janey rolled her eyes. Refuge was just some fairy tale that kids talked about. These people were probably just politicians or something. She was about to kick the boy for being stupid, but when one of the rich folks approached the front of the formation of kids Janey could see a shiny gold patch on the woman's jacket. It bore the letter 'R' with a ring of leaves around it. The visitors walked up and down the rows. They were inspecting the kids. Every so often one of the visitors would stop and use a piece of yellow chalk to put a stripe on a kid's t-shirt. They never said a word and just kept moving. There were five hundred kids there. At the end of the inspection, Janey was one of about four dozen that had a chalk mark on her shirt. "Chalk marks, go to Hut 5. Everyone else to breakfast!" the sergeant in charge barked. "Fall out!" There were about fifty chairs in a big circle inside Hut 5. The specialist at the door told the kids to take a seat. The visitors stood in the middle and scanned the group. After a bit of a chat, they moved to some of the kids and told them to stand. Janey had kind of suspected in the beginning that the kids being picked were kind of being judged for looks. When the ones standing were told to leave, Janey was sure of it. They were alright looking, but none of the really cute ones had been asked to leave. Janey was a little pleased that she was now left in the group of twenty or so remaining. She knew she was kind of pretty, but she wouldn't have put herself in a top group like this. She looked again. She realized that none of the older kids were there. That gave her a chance to hang in longer. Some of those high school aged girls were gorgeous. There was some argument among the group about Bella. She was one of the most gorgeous kids there, but she was only six. The argument was quiet and quick, and Bella was sent to breakfast with the next group. There were only nine kids left. Janey overheard one of the adults say something about "Five slots, six at most." One of the adults stood in the center and addressed the group. "Any of you have little siblings here that really need you? We're offering you a way nicer place to stay, but some of you might not even want to go." One boy got up right away. He was in Janey's class. "My sister is only five," he said. "There's a good lad!" the man told him. Then, much to Janey's surprise, Rana got up. She didn't have any brothers, and her sister was sixteen! The twelve-year-old made a beeline for the door. Janey could see that the girl was scared. For a moment, Janey was too. But then she decided that Refuge HAD to be better than this place. She was gonna go nuts here. Rana had spooked a couple other kids, though. Two more boys got up and walked out. None of the ones who bailed without explanation got a compliment from the man. "That settles it, then," he said with a chuckle. He turned to the remaining five. "Welcome to our family!" he said warmly. The other adults swarmed them, then. They told them how pretty or handsome they were. One woman looked at Janey and beamed. "I'm Evelyn, honey. You're exactly the type of girl I dreamed I'd have for a daughter someday!" "Thank you, Ma'am," Janey said and timidly leaned in to hug the woman. The woman sighed happily and put her arm around Janey. "Let's get you ready to go. We have food in the van. You'll have to eat on the road, but it's a better breakfast than you were going to get here anyway." The soldiers hurried them along to Hut 1, down by the gate. There, the kids sat and waited for a long time while the Refuge people were given all their records. It was one last reminder of what life was like in a place run by the army. Then, the kids were rushed into a huge van with the big R logo on the side of it. The gate was quickly opened, and for the first time in three years Janey was outside the wire. Refuge wasn't nearby. They rode for four hours. Even after a breakfast that left her full, Janey didn't sleep for a second of the drive. The countryside changed from desert to mountain and then back to desert. Then, they hit some hills that were green. "There's a really big river over there," one of the boys said. It was on the wrong side of the van for Janey to see. Not long afterwards, they came to a big gate and some cyclone fencing. Janey hated to see that she was going back into a fenced-in place. "The fence is to keep other people out and our kids safe," the man driving said. Janey hoped that was all it was, but then she lost that thought at the sight spread out before her. It was a wide-open patch of green space. The ground rolled slightly. She gasped. "Don't get excited," a girl said. "That's a golf course." "OUR golf course," the driver said. He drove on for about five minutes. Everything was still green until they rounded a corner. That was when Janey saw blue. There was a waterpark! Kids were going down the slide and splashing in the wave pool. Grown-ups sat in inner-tubes and floated around the circular river that ringed the park. There were tennis and basketball courts, and then more green lawn. And right in the middle of it, there was a giant white building. "Yeah, we basically built a resort," the driver said. "Don't get too excited, though. It's not all play time. Our school is going to be tough compared to the basics you were getting at the camp." Janey could care less about the school being tough. This place was heaven. And while there were probably fifty kids there, there was so much space! The girl next to Janey squeezed her hand. Janey barely knew her, but she squeezed it right back. This was too amazing not to share! They were given a tour and shown to their rooms. Janey ended up being roommates with the girl who had squeezed her hand. Her name was Kelly, and Janey had always thought she was Chinese, but it turned out she was Korean. She was really super pretty and only a year younger. They kept them together through dinner, but then told them to go back to their rooms and "get settled in." Someone was going to come get them for "orientation" later. Kelly and Janey made plans for what they were going to do first. Kelly had spotted stables. She had always wanted to ride. Janey couldn't get past the waterpark. Around seven that night there was a knock at the door. "Kelly Kim?" a female voice called out. "Come on in!" Kelly called. They had expected a woman, but a teenage girl with long blonde hair came in instead. "Hi, sweetie! I'm Angela. Could you come with me please? Someone will be along for your friend in just a minute. God, you two are SO adorable. Everyone is going to love you!" Kelly gave a little shrug to Janey and then skipped over to Angela and took her hand. Before they even closed the door a ridiculously handsome teenage boy arrived. "Hey Angie!" he called as he passed the blonde. Then he turned to Janey. "Miss January Brook?" he asked. "Yes, that's me! Janey Brook!" "Janey? Okay. I'm Adam. Wow, they saved the prettiest one for me, didn't they? Would you do me the honor, Mademoiselle?" He held out his arm like a gentleman. Janey got up so quickly that she stumbled a little and then did her best to walk coolly and gracefully over to take his arm. "I didn't see a thing," he whispered and patted her on the hand as she slipped it through at his elbow. They walked down the hall to the elevator. Just as the door started to close, a beautiful redheaded girl of about thirteen came racing down the hall and called for them to hold the door. Janey would have been struck just by how pretty she was, but as Adam held the door Janey gasped at something else. The girl was wearing a tight vinyl bodysuit and carrying some kind of little whip in her hand. "Not the uniform of the day," Adam grumbled at her and then rolled his eyes to Janey. "Sorry, emergency call--one of the Founders." Adam nodded. He turned to Janey. "We cooperate with all the adults around here," he explained, "but the Founders are special. You saw them today." "The ones who picked us out?" Janey asked. "Exactly," the girl said. "I'm Margie. What's your name, cutie?" "Janey." She was dying to ask about the weird outfit, but didn't dare. They all got off the elevator on the top floor. Margie walked with them until they stopped and knocked on a door. Margie went two doors down and knocked. Her door got answered first. The woman who had told Janey she wanted a daughter like her answered. Janey almost let out a scream when Margie swung the whip and hit the woman's hip. Only Adam anticipating it and covering Janey's mouth saved her. "Crawl, Evelyn, you naughty mommy bitch!" Margie snapped and followed the woman as she scrambled into the room on all fours. "People play different games," Adam said with a shrug. "The Founders are pretty good about figuring out what you're good at." The door opened and a tall man of about forty or so answered. He was the man who had asked if anyone wanted to leave when they were still in the Hut. He wore a polo shirt and slacks now instead of his blazer. He was barefoot, but that seemed kind of normal. He was in his room, after all. Janey noticed that he was good-looking, but nothing like Adam. "Adam, my main man!" the Founder cried cheerfully. Adam grinned and then pushed Janey slightly forward. "May I have the honor of presenting Miss January Brook, who prefers to be called Janey." The Founder bowed slightly. "It is a pleasure, Janey. I am Simon, and I created the Refuge with a good deal of financial support from my friends. Please come in. Oh, Adam, David was asking after you." "I'll see what he needs," Adam said. "Oh, if I'm not able to escort Janey back, Pablo is on call." "Thank you, my young friend," Simon said in that warm voice of his. He took Janey by the elbow and gently pulled her into the room. It was a very odd room, but still beautiful. There was a hot tub and a huge television, and the huge windows gave a wonderful view of the sunset over the hills. But the part of the room to the left of the door was filled with weird exercise equipment, and there were all kinds of long silk cloths hanging from the ceiling. "Have you figured it out yet?" Simon asked Janey. "Figured what out, sir?" Janey asked. "The reason for Refuge. The reason a bunch of rich people built a resort in the middle of nowhere and filled it with beautiful children." "I've been so blown away by everything I never thought about it," she said, suddenly realizing that it was pretty foolish not to have done so. Simon nodded slightly and grunted. "Lots of our kids don't think about it until orientation. Those damned camps are pretty dreary aren't they?" "REALLY dreary," she said. "We'll give you a much happier life. We love children. Every single one of us absolutely adores kids. But every single one of us is a pervert." "Pervert? I know that's a bad word, but I don't even know exactly what it means," she said. "Yeah, you kids are more innocent every year. The army keeps you away from porn and away from predators. Five or six years ago, every kid your age would have known what I meant. Do you know what sex is?" Janey blushed. "Yeah, some of the older kids find hiding places and... you know." "Oh, I can imagine," Simon said with a chuckle. "There's no stopping teenage love." Simon looked down at Janey. "Janey, all the grown-ups here have sex with the children. That's why you were brought here. We love you and do everything we can to make you happy, but we are going to fuck you and touch you and do all sorts of sex things to you. If you get weird about it, it will take you a long time to become happy here. If you learn to accept it, you will become very happy very quickly. You will even learn to love the sex. Hell, on nights they don't get called in to service one of us, most of the kids fuck one another." "I'm too young!" Janey cried and tried to back away, but Simon still had her by the elbow. "Nonsense. We almost took a six-year-old today. You're eleven. You should be in middle school. In the old days, lots of middle school girls used to fuck. I don't want to hear anymore nonsense about you being too young." For the first time he sounded stern. "Besides, I think you're at the sexiest age a girl can be." With that, he leaned down and kissed her. Janey tried to pull away, but he put both hands on her bottom and pulled her in close. "Please! Please don't!" she said softly. She already knew he wasn't going to change his mind. "There," he said. "You tried to talk me out of it. You were a good girl and did what you were supposed to do. That's what the other grown-ups taught you. But the grown-ups here find that kind of thinking silly. We are giving you everything a girl in your position could want, and all we are asking is that we do things together that make us both feel good." He let go of her. "Janey, do everything I tell you now, and this can be nice and easy. Take off your clothes." Janey backed away and covered herself up. She tried the door, but it was locked. Simon had known she would get stuck there and caught her easily. He picked her up and carried her to his bed. He sat on the edge and threw her across his lap. With one hand he hiked up the back of the little dress they had given her and pinned it down with the same hand that he placed in the small of her back to hold her in place. He began to spank her. Janey felt the big hand's sting as only her panties stood between his palm and her bare bottom. After three strokes he stopped and used the hand to pull her panties down so that they held her legs together at mid-thigh. "Silly-Little-Girl!" he cried as he smacked her bare bottom. Janey cried, but he didn't stop until he had laid at least ten spanks on her bottom. Then he picked her up and held her close. "Janey, Janey, please be good," he said, sounding very sad. Janey wept softly. It had hurt, but worse than that, it had humiliated her. She was a little bit of nothing compared to him. He was so strong. But now, he was soothing her and kissing her hair. He was running gentle caresses down her back. No man had hugged her and been sweet to her since she'd been about five. Daddy had left then. Then all her grown-ups died a few years later anyway. "I'll be good, Simon," she whispered and hugged him back. "There's my angel!" he said brightly. He kissed her and this time she let him. It kind of felt nice to have him holding her. Even her sore bottom didn't really bother her now. The humiliation she'd felt wasn't as bad either. There was something different about a grown-up getting a little rough with you when they were sweet afterwards. It kind of made it seem like the spanking had been worth it. Something in her face must have told him a lot of that. "I think, Janey, that you might be one of those girls who will do damned near anything if it's with someone who loves you. If I promised to hold you and kiss you afterwards, you probably wouldn't even mind if I spanked you again." She was taken aback by that. Sure, she had been thinking that the hugs and kisses made it a lot better, but he was saying that she wouldn't mind it. That was different. The worst part was that it wasn't wrong. "Will you love me?" she asked, her cheeks blushing red. She hadn't told him that he'd been right, but she might as well have. "I think I already do love you, Janey," he said. "But I also think that maybe your bottom could use a break for now. Those spanks have a way of coming back around in the morning. I do want you to do what you were told before the spanking, though." It took Janey a moment to remember what it was. Then, she took a deep breath and stood next to the bed. She pulled the dress off over her head and pushed her panties the rest of the way down. Her little sandals were open in the back, and she had lost them already. She didn't want to just stand there naked, though. She stepped to Simon and pulled his polo shirt up over his head. Then, she took another deep breath and undid the top of his slacks and pulled them down. He pushed his briefs over his hips and she took them down too. "Oh my god!" she whispered when his big man cock flipped out and pointed at her. "You're doing really well," he said. "It's okay to be a little scared, but don't get silly again. Come on," he said. He led her over to the weird corner of the room. He didn't put her on any of the benches or sawhorses, though. He had her stand in among the long silk cloths that hung from the ceiling to the floor. "I think something in this suits your nature, my little love." He kissed her and stroked her hair and then began gathering the silks. He tied two together and made a loop at about the height of his waist. He handed two of them to her and told her to wrap her arms in them like she was going to swing from them. After she did that, he picked up her feet and threaded her through the loop. Janey had no idea what he was going to do, but none of it hurt. Her arms were going to get tired from trying to keep her balance, though. Then, he took two silks and looped them around one of her ankles. He did it over and over and soon the silks held each other in place. He repeated the process with her other leg and then moved the loop up behind her shoulders. She instinctively let slack out of the silks on her arms, and she was kind of level except for her middle. Her butt wanted to drop down. "This is really weird," she said and squirmed. But then Simon went around and passed between the silks on her legs. He knelt on the thick carpet and put his shoulders beneath the back of her legs. Finally, he put his big hands on her bottom. She winced for a second. Those spanks did hang with her. "You have a beautiful little cunt, Janey," he said kindly. "Just a couple little wispy hairs to tell us about the big girl you're becoming. I'm going to make your cunt feel good because you didn't put up a fuss about getting tied in the silks. You want to feel good, don't you, my pretty little slut?" "Yes, sir," she said, mainly because she knew that was the answer he wanted to hear. "You are kind of a submissive little sissy slut, Janey. You're going to agree to whatever I decide to do to you. But you had better learn to do it right, my pretty little bitch. You better say please, and then say thank you." "Um, please make my c-cunt feel good?" It sounded like a question because she was unsure if that was what he wanted. "Please, sir, make your little slut's cunt feel good," he instructed. "Please, sir, make your little slut's cunt feel good," she repeated. She was humiliated again. She was saying things she'd never imagined, calling herself names even. Her heart sank a bit. "I will, because I love you," he said. Janey felt warm inside at that. "Thank you for loving me," she whispered. In a few seconds, she felt more than just warm inside. His lips and tongue were kissing her little cunny. She didn't even know people did that. She wanted to squirm, but he held her in place and there was nothing for her to push off of. She wasn't strong enough to pull away from his grip on her hips using just her arms. After a moment, though, she didn't want to push away anymore. "Oh my god," she whispered. "Oh my god, that feels good!" "See, Janey? You're a natural little whore. You are learning to love sex already." He was stroking her cunt with his fingertips. He even knew right where her special spot was. "As long as I love you, I can do anything I want to, isn't that right?" "I love you," she whispered. It was ridiculous. She barely knew him and he had spanked her and tied her up so he could do sex things to her. But he was a grown man who was sweet to her, and he could make her feel good. "I think you answered the question without answering it," he said and put his wonderful mouth back onto her cunny. Janey didn't mean to, but she moaned out loud. "That's a good bitch. You are really something. You are a complete slut, so desperate for love and approval you'll give up your little cunt just for the asking." That kind of hurt Janey's feelings. He was toying with her. She wanted to take back what she'd said, but she knew that was even more ridiculous than having said it in the first place. He confused her, and she didn't really trust him right now. But he kept pleasuring her little cunny, and that made the other things go away. One of the older girls used to talk about her love-hate relationship with her boyfriend. This must be that kind of thing. "Tingles," she gasped. "I think you're getting ready to cum already, little one. Beg me to keep going, and I will make it feel better than you knew it could ever feel." Janey wanted to stay strong and not beg, but she didn't have that side to her. He was doing something she wanted him to do now. And he was strong and grown-up and in charge, and he kind of seemed to love her some of the time. He was right, she would do anything for him. "Please make me cum. I'm a little slut for you. Make me cum, Daddy!" She felt him chuckle, but he didn't say anything else. He slipped a fingertip just inside her and pressed another one to her asshole. That one he didn't push in, just left it there for pressure against her hole. Somehow, that made it ten times dirtier, and ten times more pleasing. He lashed with his tongue and wiggled the finger in the entrance to her cunny. The tingles turned to hot blue-white electricity. It shot out from her cunny all the way to her fingertips. Then it was like some kind of pleasure drug washed through her body. Everything, everywhere in her body and mind felt pleasure. "Oh! Oh god! LOVE ME!" she cried. Somehow, that was at the root of all of it. The physical thrills were new and incredible, but ever since her grown-ups had died, Janey had had an aching desire to be loved. If letting Simon do these things to her led to more hugs and kisses and kind words, then she would let him do them forever. "Oh, I think I do love you, little whore," he said kindly. He ducked out from under her legs and replaced his shoulder with one big hand supporting her bottom. He stroked her belly gently and then ran his fingers over her little titties. He teased them, pinched them lightly but not painfully. "You called me Daddy," he said with a smile. "Do you want to call me that while I do these things to you?" "It was an accident," she said. "But that's what you need, isn't it? You need me to be a daddy and love you?" "Please love me... Daddy," she begged. "Please don't go away!" "Ah," he said. "He left even before, didn't he? Foolish, foolish man. Even if he didn't want this from you, how could he leave an angel like my Janey behind? This daddy loves you, Janey. I might be the world's biggest perv, but I will not leave my little angel." He kissed her and introduced his tongue into the mix. It took Janey a moment, but she quickly realized that she loved to let her tongue dance with his. It felt... sexy. He broke for air and stroked her hair. "Daddy, you can... will you please... teach me how to fuck you?" "Well, I don't exactly need a blowjob first, but I do want your kisses on my cock. A little slut like you will love sucking dick anyway. Hang your head back." He moved around to the top of her head and reached down between the silks and lifted her hips. "Find it," he said as he supported most of her weight. Janey searched for a bit, but she soon found his cock and began kissing it. In a moment, she was able to get her mouth around the end and started sucking the head of it. He moaned softly. She brought her arms in and grabbed his legs for support. She took more of it in. "Let go and make sure to keep your teeth back," he said. She let go of his legs and he slowly and gracefully swung her. Her mouth glided up and down over the end of his cock. He moaned again. Janey couldn't believe this was real, but she kind of liked the weirdness of it. She was getting tired, though. Simon lowered her back down and took two more silks. He made a loop and then spread the cloth out. He slipped it under her head. "A head hammock!" she giggled. "Such a cute little whore," Simon said with a smile. He walked back around to the other end and stood between her legs. "This will hurt, Janey. But it's part of learning to love me. I will do things on other days that will hurt far more than this, but you're not ready for those. Someday, you will become such a little freak that even the pain will make you horny for more. That's not tonight, though. Tonight, your new daddy is going to fuck your baby cunt." He held her bottom in one hand and used the other to line himself up with her cunt. Janey thought of it that way. Little virgin girls had a cunny. Sluts who fucked their daddy had a cunt. He slipped the head into her. "Owie!" she gasped, but didn't scream. She whimpered a little more but then found her courage. "Please, Daddy, fuck your little girl's whore cunt!" He seemed satisfied with how he was lined up. He put both hands around her hips and ass and swung her toward him as he pushed forward. This time, Janey gave a little scream, but it was brief. Her head was reeling too much to scream and carry on. Her eyes bugged out a bit as she tried to take in the new sensation. It stung where he had taken her cherry. And her whole cunt felt a little pain as it tried to deal with the big invader. But there was more than pain. Her mind couldn't quite grasp that something big was inside of her. It seemed like it was unreal, like it was happening to someone else and she was watching it. But then, her mind and her body adjusted to it. It was real. It was her. She was getting fucked. "How you doing, baby girl?" Simon asked. "I'm being a good bitch, right Daddy?" "You really are, Janey." "Good bitches can take pain if it makes their lover happy, right?" She was trying to build up her courage. These questions were all part of finding what she needed to get through this. "That's right, baby. This is making Daddy very happy." He paused for a moment. "I love you, Janey." "Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me if it makes you feel good." He didn't wait to get asked twice. He began hammering his big cock in and out of her tiny cunt. Janey whimpered and yelped. She even screamed a little again. But part of her was grinning. She was doing it. She was fucking to make her new daddy happy, and he loved her for it. "Anything for Daddy!" she yelled. "Anything for Daddy." "God, they never take care of you kids' hearts," he groaned as he kept fucking her. "All you need is love. Can you take more, honey?" "I love you!" she cried in response. He lifted a big hand and slapped her tender bottom. He did it again and again. Each sting somehow lessened the pain in her stretched and stuffed cunt. That feeling was even more acute when he pinched her nipples, far more ferociously this time. It stung, but it made her cunt feel better. "Fuck me, Daddy. It feels good now!" It did, for the most part. It still kind of hurt, but she wanted that big cock there now. This was all wrong, but that just made it more their personal thing. The rest of the world wouldn't understand how it was love, but she knew damned well that it was. Even when he reached a long hand up and grabbed a handful of hair, it was love. "I will love you forever," she groaned as she felt the tingles returning. She didn't know how it all worked, but when he hurt her just the right amount, it made her more excited. She knew she had limits, but he seemed to know them, too. She closed her eyes. This cum felt very different from the first one. It was like a big convulsion in her whole body. There was no starting at a center and spreading. It was a little painful at the onset, but then that pleasure drug spread through her again. Even the sore parts of her body sparkled afterwards. He buried himself deep inside of her and groaned. "Take my cum, baby whore," he panted. "You dirty little slut, take it all." There was a moment then, him standing there catching his breath, her hanging in the silks, where both of them were quiet and completely still. Then he took his child lover into his arms and placed her over his shoulder. Janey now loved the feeling of the big strong man handling her so easily. Without her weight helping to hold the silks around her lower legs tight they unwound with only a little effort on his part. Janey hoped he would carry her all the way to the bed, and he did. At first, she turned sideways and cuddled into him, but after a bit, she had some pain in her lower belly. She rolled to her back and he pitched to his side and gently rubbed her belly. After a bit, he gave her a mild painkiller from his nightstand. "We can't use these very often," he said, "but for the first time, I think it's not unreasonable. Don't worry, I gave the new kids' medical records a good going over this afternoon. I never mentioned that I was a doctor before I bought a pharma company and struck it rich, did I?" "No," she said. "I wouldn't care if you were a garbage collector. I would still want you to be my daddy." "But the having hundreds of millions of dollars doesn't bother you too much does it?" he asked with a sly smile. "I can adjust." She tried to deliver that with as straight a face as possible. "But you don't have the big truck that crushes stuff up. Those are cool." "I'll try not to disappoint you in too many other ways, honey." "Daddy, I don't even know what really happened to me here tonight." He thought about it for a second. "Well, one of two things," he said, "either a highly skilled sexual predator identified a helpless little girl's emotional vulnerability and used it to manipulate her tender young mind and body." He took a beat. "Or a little girl who needed to be loved found a man who loved her deeply in the only way his warped nature allows him." "I like the second one better," she said. "Which one do you believe?" "The second," he said. "I would have had sex with you no matter what, Janey. That's who I am and what I do. But I never lied to you. Everything I said about loving you, I meant." He looked her in the eyes. "Lots of little girls have come my way and accidentally slipped and called me Daddy. You kids are so desperate for adults who love you. But now, at the end of the first night, is when I told all the others to stop. But I would love for you to keep calling me Daddy when we're alone together. You're... something special. You fit my tastes in many ways, and I read some of your poems from your classwork as I checked your academic record and placed you in classes. Your soul... it fits mine, if that makes any sense." "It does, Daddy." "But outside the times we're alone, I'm just Simon. The other girls would get jealous. And so would the other grown-ups. You're still going to take turns with them, angel. We've always had trouble in the past when kids and adults here get proprietary." "I don't know that word." "When they feel like they own another person or own their love. Give them a chance and all of the adults here will love you in their own way. We all have some preferences, and we don't do some of the more extreme things to kids who couldn't handle it. So, Margie is going to be with Evelyn more often than you will, but Evelyn will want you to take some turns punishing her for being a dirty mommy. And David, when he's not screwing Adam, will want you to stand naked while he body paints you to look like different animals." "That's just weird, but it sounds kind of cool." "He'll grab you on a Saturday morning, and you can spend the whole day being a kitty cat or a little bunny. Some of the kids are absolutely crazy for David. Others just indulge him because he's sweet and they love him. That's how we live. The Founders actually live here, and we have another couple dozen members who stay as often as they can. With the regular members you'll hook up with couples pretty often. That can be really fun, too. For a lot of girls Mary and Amy are their favorite couple to be with. Some of the boys turn out to like men best and have fun with Jake and Miguel. But in the end, all the kids belong to all the grown-ups and vice-versa." "Are any of them mean?" Janey asked. "Tough, sometimes. Twisted, sometimes. But if they don't love kids or can't control themselves, we don't let them in. Only once did we ever have a couple get through the screening and have them turn out to be genuinely mean and try to really hurt a child." "What happened then?" Simon had a troubled look on his face. "We broke into the room. New members are under careful video surveillance for a long time when they come in. We got the boy out of there before anything seriously bad happened to him." "And the grown-ups?" "We don't talk about that," he said. "The Founders made sure that they would never, ever hurt another child here or anyplace else." He seemed troubled again. Janey kissed him and stroked his cheek. He looked at her fondly. "Nobody else here takes care of me. I think that might be part of your job, too." "I will, Daddy. Anytime I can help." "But now, you have to get dressed, and we have to call Pablo to walk you back to your room. The Founders are going to meet in a little while and discuss how we think our new little lovers are going to fit in best and be happy. Besides, you have school in the morning." Janey did her best fake-grumbling about school, but she didn't fool Simon. There were new friends to make and kids who would understand everything she was feeling. After dressing, she sat in his lap until Pablo came and walked her back to the room. He was even more dreamy-looking than Adam, but Pablo was one of those boys that even an eleven-year-old innocent could tell liked boys more than girls. He even told Janey that one of the Founders liked to let him wear the same kind of little dress Janey was wearing. "I feel so pretty then," Pablo said with a smile. Kelly arrived about two minutes after Janey. She kind of had a stunned stare as she moved woodenly to the bed. Janey was afraid to ask her what happened. She just moved to Kelly and held her hand. "She made me do things I didn't even know girls did together," Kelly said after a long time. "But she was so sweet, and she made me feel like a beautiful princess the whole time." Kelly sniffed back a few tears. "She gave me sparkles in my cunny, and I loved it, Janey. I never wanted it to end. As long as I was with her, it all felt so right." "Mine spanked me, tied me up, and fucked me hard," Janey said. "And when it was all done... I love him so much, Kelly. He's a grown-up and even though it got rough, he held me and loved me and made me feel like I belonged. I love it here, Kelly." "You don't feel bad about... doing dirty things?" "I did at first, but no. Not anymore." "So," Kelly sniffed again, "it's not just me? I'm not awful?" "You're a beautiful princess, Kelly Kim." "Janey... will you... never mind." "Kelly? Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight? We can hold each other and maybe kiss a little. I don't want to be dirty, but I would love to make you feel loved some more." "God! I'm really not the only one who feels these things!" Kelly cried and kissed Janey on the lips. The two girls slept soundly after a few innocent little kisses and strokes. They would become lovers after a time, but only because their appetite for love and contact became insatiable. Really, they were just the best of friends. They moved on to romances with other kids, some boys, some girls. But they were always a safe harbor for one another. >>> JANE AT THIRTY She pulled her sleek black car through the gate of the Refuge and drove down to the main parking lot. The naked children playing croquet looked at her with curiosity. None of them had seen the car before. There was a new grown-up. Jane got out and gave the kids a little wave. They smiled and waved back. She could tell they were pleased to see her. Reading kids' emotions had become something of her specialty in her late teen years. It was Evelyn who had recommended that Jane go into psychology. She had always been a child who wanted to see how the relationships worked. She wanted to understand why people wanted what they wanted. David had helped her find a publisher for the book she wrote right out of college. In it, she made projections regarding the long-term psychological needs of a generation of kids that had grown up in orphan camps. It became an instant best-seller and Jane got to take her pick of prestigious jobs in her field. Her follow-up book, in which she designed a more emotionally satisfying yet still cost-efficient model for orphan camps was translated into twenty-seven languages. The plague had left the US and over the years that followed, nearly every nation ended up facing the same crisis hers had. Finally, a cure was found, but there were still kids everywhere with no families. She was paid enormous consulting fees by governments around the globe and helped them all set up the new style of camps. And Refuge just kept on going. The Founders simply drew on an international population of children. Their love for kids didn't recognize political boundaries. And their money took care of all the problems involved in obtaining custody of a handful of new kids every year. Wealthy now, Jane approached the Founders about buying a membership at Refuge. They made her a counter-offer. A few of the original Founders had passed away, and the group realized that they needed fresh blood and ideas. They had never added a new Founder, but it was time. Even without the plague, there would always be enough orphaned children to fill Refuge's demand for half-a-dozen kids a year. They needed her. She settled in for a week, loving a few children, but mainly loving Simon. But at the end of the week, the new kids were brought in. So, Jane sat alone in her room until handsome sixteen-year-old Karl brought a nervous-looking little nine-year-old girl to Jane's room. "Jane, may I present the lovely Miss Fiona Downs who comes to us from Australia?" Karl asked and gently nudged the girl forward. "Vielen Danke, Karl. Please, Fiona, come in," she said as Karl closed the door behind her. "You must be full of questions, pretty little one. Guess what? I am full of answers. But first I have to tell you the one thing a child must never forget at Refuge." "What's that, Miss?" Fiona asked, eyes wide. Jane took a lock of the girl's shiny black hair and gently stroked it. "You will always be loved here. You will be loved more here than anyplace else on Earth. Believe that, and you will come to be very happy." As Jane said that, the girl looked up at her and seemed like she wanted to move toward her. But then, she looked down and stayed frozen to the spot. "I hope so, Miss," Fiona said and fidgeted. She wouldn't look at Jane, but the new Founder could read her. This wasn't simple fear. Fiona felt something that shamed her. "I know it's true, Fiona. I was raised here from eleven on." Jane hooked a finger gently under Fiona's chin. She raised the girl's eyes up to meet her own. "And the grown-ups loved me in every way a girl could be loved. And they did the same to all the children, and we were all happy here." She leaned down and kissed the child. Fiona looked at her in shock for a moment and then threw herself into Jane's arms. "You're so beautiful!" Fiona said, weeping. "I wanted you to kiss me the second I saw you. I always get that feeling around grown women. But I thought it was wrong." "It's only wrong if they don't love you, Fiona. Will you let me fall in love with you?" "Please, Miss! Please!" Jane held the girl in her arms and chuckled softly. Well, the other Founders had decided to toss her a softball for her first time out. That was okay. She knew there would be challenge after challenge in the years to come. And Jane would love every single one of them through it. Feedback appreciated: [email protected]

The Fair Folk 1: White Roses and a Red Heart By Mannheim Knot [email protected] >>>>>>>>>>> This series was originally published under another pen name. I am consolidating my young girl stories under the Mannheim Knot banner. >>>>>>>>>>> First of a five-part series: Adolescent boy, Adam O'Dair, finds he is developing amazing powers of mind control. He learns he is part of an ancient mystical race. His powerful parents offer him guidance on how to use them as the boy begins to explore what this is going to mean for his love life. >>>>>>>>>>>>> MC, mf, rom, cons >>>>>>>>>>>>>> They were two things in Adam O'Dair's life that were extraordinary. First and foremost, were his parents. To say his mother and father had a commanding presence was like saying Scarlett Johansson was kind of cute. The second extraordinary thing in Adam's life was Emma Wahl. To him, it seemed that no boy had ever had so sweet and kind a girl for a best friend. Over the course of a few weeks in his eighth grade year, Adam would come to know both his family and Emma in ways he had never imagined possible. Adam came downstairs that Monday morning in his typical early morning fog. He barely listened as his younger brother, Seth, chattered on and on about the latest episode of `Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.' Adam liked the show, too, especially the gorgeous British girl, Agent Simmons. But this early in the morning he wasn't ready to dig deeply enough into his knowledge of Marvel's B-list to discuss theories of which character from the comics certain guest stars might turn out to be down the road. "Seth," their father called from the kitchen, where he was helping a pretty young woman whom Adam had never seen before make the boys their breakfast, "Adam's pre-occupied with teenage thoughts. Tell Sadie about your theories." Seth hustled over from the table and began to chat up the twenty-something girl, probably a college student from her looks. It didn't seem at all unusual to the ten-year-old that a gorgeous young brunette he had never met would be standing in the kitchen in only his father's t-shirt and her teal panties. The girl, as all their dad's conquests seem to be, was instantly taken with Seth. That was normal enough to Adam, too. What struck Adam as somewhat amazing was that his father's parade of beauties never ended. Whenever the boy asked his father about it, his father just smiled and said, "Someday you'll understand it, son." "Dan?" the girl asked. "How does Adam like his eggs?" "Over easy, Sadie," the man answered as he settled in next to his son at the table. "How's my firstborn?" Dan asked, gently gripping Adam's shoulder. He used to always rough up the boy's hair, but these days Adam spent a lot of time trying to get it just right, and his dad was cool about not messing with it anymore. "Just tired, Dad." "You seem tired a lot lately. Getting enough sleep?" Adam blushed at his dad's question. Dad knew why Adam stayed up late most nights lately. "You know," his dad said gently, "those girls on the internet look the same at eight o'clock as they do at twelve. I could just tell Seth that he can't come to your room after seven-thirty anymore. You won't have to wait until you're sure he's asleep. You can do what you need to do earlier and still be asleep before ten." Adam didn't want to admit what he was doing, but he knew it was pointless to try and wheedle out of it where his dad was concerned. Besides, Dad understood these things and was totally cool about them. Adam knew the hang-up was his own. "Thanks, Dad. That might help." "As for this morning, you don't have to go to school. I have some other plans for you. We'll send you back in the afternoon." "What plans?" Adam asked. His dad's surprises were usually pretty entertaining. "Wait until the others are gone, son." Half an hour later, Dan's executive assistant showed up to take the boys to school. Penny was a very efficient woman, and if you saw her at the office, you would think she was someone who was always serious and almost too professional. But when it was just Adam's family, or one of Dan's girls, Penny was always happy and usually a little mischievous. "Penny, my dear," Dan said. "I'm driving Adam in after his appointment this morning. Would you mind dropping Sadie off by campus?" "She'll have to put on pants, first," Penny said with a smile. "But no, I wouldn't mind at all." Penny looked at Sadie's long legs and seemed almost hungry. Dan looked at Sadie for a second, and then the college girl turned to Penny. Her expression changed to one that seemed to mirror the way Penny looked at her. Sadie's hand almost touched the front of her panties, but she caught herself, smiled and blushed. Adam wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he was pretty sure Dad was somehow doing Penny a favor in exchange for Penny doing him one. Soon enough, Adam was alone with his father. "Go get a couple hours' sleep, son. We start at nine-thirty." Adam had no idea what to expect, but the two hours of sleep was a welcome gift. He came back downstairs at the appointed time and found his father furiously signing papers while he talked on the headset of his phone. Dad had quite a few days when he never even went into the office, but the place seemed to run like clockwork anyway. From what little Adam knew of the office supply business Dad ran, it made more money every day. In the beginning, they used to move to bigger houses every couple years, but that had stopped. This house had everything they needed and more, and it was close to Mom's place, so the boys got to spend plenty of time with her. Everybody in the family got along, even after the divorce. Mom even slept over in Dad's room sometimes, but the boys had long ago given up hope that their parents were reuniting. Everybody was at peace with the arrangement, so Adam didn't stress about it much. "I've got to go, Miguel, my nine-thirty is here," Dad said. "Talk to you again tomorrow.... What, Penny? She's running an errand for me. Probably be in after lunch. Bye, Miguel." Apparently dropping Sadie off at the dorms took Penny all morning. Adam was pretty sure what was happening there. Dad and Penny seemed to like the same type of girls. "Ah! Heir to the empire!" Dad said by way of greeting Adam. "Doesn't Seth get some of the empire, too?" "Your mom's giving him his own," Dad said, putting all his papers neatly back into a folder, "Publishing is a better field for Seth anyhow. It's harder than hell to get you to read, and harder than hell to get him to stop. Not that either of you would really need the help being successful anyway, but there are more entertaining things to life than trying to chase down the almighty dollar." Dad smiled for a moment, and Adam was pretty sure he was talking about girls like Sadie. "Deck chairs!" Dad ordered and pointed Adam out onto the patio by the pool. The early-morning chill had lifted just like Adam's early-morning daze. They sat in the sun and soaked it all in. The whole family liked to be outdoors whenever possible. Mom did too, obviously. She had come over and set up her laptop on the deck. "Colleen, Adam's up," Dad declared as they approached her. "And here I thought the sun just came out from behind the clouds. Turns out the sunshine I felt was just my oldest boy." "When did you get here, Mom?" "About an hour ago. Have a seat, Adam." "So, Mom, Dad, what's up?" "Right to the point, good," Dad said. "We'll get to it as fast as we can, too. Adam, have you ever had days when you felt like there was something big right in front of you, but something was keeping you from grabbing it?" "Only when Mariel Swank wears a tight sweater and hangs out with her high school boyfriend," Adam quipped. "I cannot believe that girl is only thirteen!" Mom declared, as always understanding what Adam felt. It was impossible keeping secrets from either of his parents. Adam had grown used to speaking openly in front of them. "Most of my girls aren't that blessed, and they're usually at least ten years older." Dan seemed to be visualizing Mariel in a tight sweater, but when Colleen chucked him gently on the leg he turned his gaze back to Adam. They waited for the boy to answer the question seriously. "All the time, Dad. It's like I'm supposed to be somebody else, but some mysterious force is keeping me from becoming him." "Well, my mac, your mom and I don't want you to ever be anyone else. We think you're the absolute best. Seth, too. But there are more layers to you, and we can tell you exactly what's keeping you from reaching them." "What?" he asked, fearing he was going to get a lecture about his inconsistent academic efforts. "Us," Mom said. Adam was lost. He said so. "Son," Colleen said, "you and I aren't exactly what you would call one hundred per cent human. We're something a little more. So are Dan and Seth." "Um, what are we, Mom?" Colleen smiled. She leaned back into her chair and stole a sip from Dan's iced tea. For some reason the sun seemed to shine a little more brightly in that moment and her blonde hair glowed almost like a golden halo around her head. "There's lots of names for our people, depending on culture and language. The name most of us prefer is Tuatha de Danaan or Fair Folk." "Fairies?" Adam said disappointed, even though he wasn't completely buying it. "That's one name for some of our relatives," his father said. "We're descended from a race that's far older than humans. We are precious few, so we don't upset their culture too much. Pixies, leprechauns, sprites, even some dark folk like imps and succubi are all descendants of the same race. We are the most human of the lot, and when fully realized, the most powerful." "You're serious about this?" Adam asked. His mom placed a gentle hand on Adam's knee. "Very serious, son. You are as close to a purebred son of Mother Danu as there is left in the world, and that makes you pretty... boss. Is that a good word to describe it to someone your age?" "In 1957, yes," Adam teased, but he was still too focused on what she had just said to enjoy the chuckle she got out of it. He turned to his other parent. "Dad, this is fairy tale shit." "Some call them fairy tales. We call them our family history. Look, I know you're having a hard time swallowing this. Just think about it, though. Don't Mom and I always know too much? Aren't we always enjoying a never-ending stream of beautiful young conquests who never make any demands on us? Didn't you just see me serve my lesbian friend up a hot, straight co-ed with no more than a glance at the girl?" "Oh, good for Penny," Mom declared. "She was having a rough month after she lost Megan. She needed a romp." "I-I never put it together that way," Adam said, as if he should have seen it all along. "We never permitted it," Dan said and took his ex-wife's hand. "Mom and I haven't messed with you and Seth very much, but we have kept you from realizing certain things. Our power is one thing we've kept you from seeing. Your own power is the other. Aside from that, we haven't changed a thing about you." "I can do what you do?" Adam asked, the implications swirling in his head. "Girls like Sadie?" "Eventually," Mom said, "but let's start more at your own level, shall we? I really think a boy ought to start out by losing his virginity with a girl his own age, a girl he really likes and cares for. There's plenty of time for co-eds and models and..." Dan interrupted and sighed a little, "... prima ballerinas." "Got a little drool on your chin there, Dad," Adam joked. He was becoming at ease with all this. He realized why. "You're letting it all settle into my brain a little at a time, aren't you?" "Yes. Your father and I are going to hold you to a pace you can handle, Adam. If we cut you loose right now, we'd be having to clean up the mess after you took Miss Mokowski over her desk during biology class." "God, she's hot!" Dan whispered. Colleen playfully punched him on the arm. "A distant second, my love." Colleen kept the conversation going forward. "In a year or two, you can have her, son. First you'll need to learn how to be discrete about things. It wouldn't do to have you inadvertently destroy her career as an educator." "Yeah, if we got caught..." "Or," his father said sadly, "to get her emotionally and morally so confused she quits her job." "You screwed up, didn't you?" Adam asked, for the first time in his life realizing that his father could make huge mistakes, too. "Yes. But Miss Merritt got her life back on track once I realized my error. She's a grandma, now. Her oldest daughter just had her first child." "Sam had the baby? Oh, I bet it's beautiful, just like Samantha. Boy or girl, Dan?" "Boy. Adam, I arranged for Miss Merritt to get a good job in a field she loves, and I introduced her to her husband. But I accidentally put her through hell for a few years before I figured out how to fix it all." "So, walk me through it slow, then, Dad." "To begin with, we're only going to let you see some things you haven't seen before, and we're going to unleash your ability to charm, but not to control." "What's the difference between the two, Da?" When did he start referring to his dad by an old Irish diminutive? There were lots of things creeping into his brain. "Charm simply means that people are able to see that there's something special about you, particularly women since you have definitely decided that's the way you swing," his mom answered. "The attraction they feel to you doesn't mean you can make them do things any more than any other boy they have a crush on would be able to make them. That would be control, or compulsion. You will have that someday in the not-too-distant future." "But not until you think I'm ready, Mam?" Now he was going all Irish with his mother. "Well, honey, by the time you're seventeen or eighteen, there's probably not going to be much we could do about it without getting into some very heavy-handed things we would never do to our own son. For now, though, what we think is best is that you learn how to handle people kindly. Then, when you have your full set of abilities you will hopefully show kindness as well." "Why would I be mean if I had control?" His father smiled a little sadly. "It can be fun as hell to be mean," he said. "Listening to a lover beg is something that you will probably someday want to experience. It's quite a thrill, actually. But if you learn to be kind, you can end the experience in a way that makes her feel good about herself and allows her to get on with her life with one strange but happy memory." "Okay...?" Adam said, still a little unsure of the whole thing. "Well, take Mariel for example," his mother explained. "Wouldn't you love to have that little princess on her knees begging to suck your cock while you played with her big titties?" "Mam!" Adam turned red, but he knew it was true. She gave him a stern look and he answered her question truthfully. "I want to hear her squeal while I bend her over a table and take her from behind. I want to have her know that she can't say no to me," he admitted. "It's perfectly normal, sweetie. Boys think like that, trust me. I've picked up plenty of those thoughts headed in my direction. The time will come, son. But doing that to her right now, without the right skill set to put her pieces all back in place afterwards would be just plain brutal." Dan added his thoughts. "We're not brutal men. Hell, son, we're the good guys, as much as any race of people can be such a thing." "You're right, sir. I don't want to be brutal--in the end." "Perfect attitude, son. Perfect," Dan said with a nod. "Now, we're also going to let you begin to see the general shape of people's minds. You won't be getting into their specific thoughts, just seeing kind of the whole picture of their being. Think of it like a bouquet of flowers. From a few feet away, you can see whether or not it's well-shaped, and even pick out flowers that are starting to decay. But if you get closer, you can see each flower individually; then closer, you can see every petal. Then closer, you spy every imperfection on each petal. In the end, if you parse it enough, it loses its beauty. You are going to be able to see a girl's mind like it's a bouquet, from a reasonable distance. You'll be able to tell which ones are the prettiest and most well put-together. You'll also be able to see which ones are really suffering from rot." "Men's minds look like a grove in the forest to us," Colleen added. "Same general idea, though." "And then I can try and pick the best bouquet out of the bunch? Find the girl with the best spirit, not just the best body?" "Exactly. But, Adam, you realize these bouquets have their own free will?" Dan asked. "So, I have to turn on the charm and see if they choose me?" "I don't have a stupid son," his father said with a smile, "Just two brilliant ones. Let's go practice." "Where, Da?" "The mall. Shopgirls range from lovely young things to bitter little snots. You'll see a nice variety of girls. Come along. Colleen?" "Love to," she said and took her ex-husband's hand. Adam had the most fascinating two hours of his young life at the mall that morning. He saw a whole new world. When he looked at the well-dressed and effervescent young woman at the jewelry store on the way in, he saw that her mind and soul were filled with dark ugly patches. She was helping a young couple pick out wedding rings, and she seemed to be enjoying every moment of their happy occasion, but her bouquet was horrid. "What's with her, Da?" Adam asked as they gazed across the hallway from the pretzel stand to the jeweler's. "She's had a few bad breaks," Dan sighed, "but mostly she just doesn't like people who don't have much to offer her. She's working hard on trying to break up the boss's marriage and getting hitched to a rich jeweler." "Even if she pulls it off," Colleen said, "she won't be happy. She'll keep going after richer men. Pretty though, isn't she?" Adam relaxed his gaze and saw her smile and laugh with the young couple who kept moving further and further down the counter toward the cheaper rings. Adam had to admit that if he had met the young woman yesterday, he would have thought she was an angel. Upon closer inspection of her mind, the prospective bride seemed nice, though. Adam checked the groom. The groom's grove of trees looked like a nice, green place where a girl would feel safe taking a rest. Adam was happy for them. All morning long, Adam gauged young women. The most beautiful bouquet he saw belonged to a slightly chubby girl with nose rings and hair dyed jet black. She was working at a store that mainly sold t-shirts and caps to skaters. "Mam, she's kind of..." "Amazing!" his mother concluded the sentence for him. "Sings lead in a rock band that hasn't quite taken off yet. Record exec tells them their sound is great but the girl isn't the sex bomb his label wants. She believes in herself, though." Dan took out his phone and took a couple notes. "I'm going to speak to that label-man. A girl like this deserves a break." For the first time that day, Adam realized what his parents were. This power could go way beyond getting horizontal with any girl you chose. There was some opportunity to do real good here. "We can't rule their race and their world, mac. But we can do little things here and there to make some people's lives a bit nicer." "I love you, old man." "I know, son. But it's nice to hear." On the way over to the school, Adam's parents explained how they had gotten married to bring Fair Folk children into the world. They had tried to make the marriage work, but with their abilities there was just too much fun to be had as single people. Their old habits were too hard to break. They stayed close together and both remained part of their boys' lives. They'd decided the boys would stay with Dan, since his life more closely mirrored what theirs would become. Colleen was going to advise them if they needed help understanding girls, but Dan was the one who knew what their moral decisions would need to be. "Men and women are equals, honey," Colleen explained to Adam. "But that doesn't mean we're the same. Our race knows that better than anyone. We can make more choices, control our world, better than those around us. Given that freedom, our women make many of the same choices as our men in most ways, but often for different reasons. Dan is a better guide for you. Even with all my gifts I don't think like a man. Nor do I wish to." "She's lying, son. Our men and women aren't equals. They're better people than we are. Humans are pretty equal that way, but our women have proven time and again that they're more powerful and thoughtful. They have more of the goddess in them than we do." "I wasn't going to say it," Colleen said with a little smile. She reached over and stroked Dan's thigh. "Get a room, you two," Adam said and hopped out of the car. When he turned around to watch them drive off, the car was still. His parents were making out in the front seat. It was nice to know that divorced or not, his mam and da were the love of one another's lives. Adam walked into school and gave the office his note, excusing him from the morning due to `illness.' He hadn't taken three steps outside the office before Emma was on him. She squeezed his arm gently. "You okay, doofus?" she asked sweetly. "Fine, ditz," he said. "Not sick at all. Da just wanted to hang out for the morning." "He's Da, now? Trying to be more Irish to suck up to your parents? It's cute, but you hardly need it. You have the coolest dad in the world anyway," she said with a sigh. "You have no idea, Wahl," he answered. "And by the way, your crush is showing." "Sorry. Not drooling or anything am I?" she asked. She had long ago given up trying to conceal her adoration of Adam's dad. Adam was now suddenly grateful that his da hadn't taken advantage of it. Emma was a treasure, and the temptation was probably there on Dan's end, too. "No drool. Actually you look extra cute today," Adam said. Emma gasped, smiled, and then punched him on the arm. "Dork," she said, trying to act like she was mad at him for breaking that little wall between the two best friends. It occurred to him that the two of them actually acted a lot like his parents did when other people were around them. Adam found he was actually afraid to look at her mind. She was too close, too precious to him. He looked at her physical form instead. Emma was skinny, had light freckles and short black hair. She wore little round glasses and had braces. She was almost entirely bereft of any form of curves, and her movements alternated between graceful and unbelievably clumsy. She could dance like she belonged in a video, but she ran into a door frame at least once a week. To hear her parts described in isolation, one might mistakenly believe she was less than fetching. In truth, Adam found her to be adorable. The parts all came together in a way that made him think of her as one of the real cuties in his class. Some, but not all, of the other guys thought so, too. "She's gonna be a beauty, son," his da had often commented, but never pushed Adam into anything romantic with the girl. He really didn't interfere with those things. "Emma," Adam sighed, "your cuteness is a little too obvious not to mention once in a while. I'll try to control my raging hormones." "You need a girlfriend, O'Dair," she said brightly. "Let's get you one." Adam couldn't help but notice that her hand had returned to his upper arm, and her touch was slightly different than normal. There was nothing overt in it, and she was trying hard not to be affected by his words, but he knew they meant something to her. For the rest of the afternoon, Emma would discretely point out a girl in class, and Adam would study her. To Emma it would seem he was checking out her body, but he was looking at the girls in an all new way. He turned up his nose at luscious Sarah Waterford. Her curves were amazing, but her bouquet had some real dark spots. He nodded enthusiastically at awkward Jenny Flyner. The little brunette had a habit of blurting out things at inappropriate times, but Adam saw that her bouquet was mostly brightly colored tulips. Adam was shocked when he studied shy Melanie White. The quiet girl just seemed like your typical wallflower, but when he looked at her bouquet it was nearly dead. She had very little warmth to her at all. He shook his head in near terror. Emma seemed confused, but pointed out cute little Mindy Terval. Adam grinned and gave two thumbs up. Somehow, her bouquet of tiger lilies looked naughty to him, and naughty in a way he found very appealing. She looked like she was a couple years younger than the other girls, but her thoughts were lusty. When Emma pointed out Miss Mokowski, Adam just turned red and dropped his head to the desk with a thud. Her bouquet looked like it was ready to burst into flames. Fire orchids. She was a sexual dynamo. She would have broken Adam in half. "Okay, Adam?" the red-haired teacher asked when she heard the thump of his head hitting the desk. "Um, he was kind of sick this morning, Miss M," Emma answered quickly. "He came in this afternoon to try and tough it out." "Well, A for the effort, and A for Adam," the teacher said sweetly. "But one day of school isn't worth risking your health. We only have ten minutes left in the day, Adam. Hang in there, okay, sweetie?" She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Adam didn't dare look at her. He gave a thumbs-up, but kept his head down. "That was hysterical!" Emma cried when she got him out into the hallway after class. "She trip your trigger, little man?" "She'd break my trigger right off, Emma." "So, you want me to start working on Mindy Terval for you?" "Cool, if you can pull it off," he said enthusiastically. He looked up into Emma's eyes and smiled. She was grinning at him. The rest of the traffic in the hallway sort of faded. Adam did what he'd been afraid to do all day. He looked at his best friend's mind. At first glance the sight was so amazing that he was certain his own mind was playing tricks on him. He saw a beautiful bouquet of white roses, huge and tightly packed. But mixed in with the white roses was a bundle of red roses in the shape of a heart. When he was certain that the gorgeous display truly was his friend's mind, and not a product of his own hopeful imagination, Adam slumped back against the lockers. "Maybe you really are sick," Emma declared, taking his hand. "Why don't you walk me home?" he asked. "Just in case." He smiled his best charming smile. When she found herself bathed in Adam's newly unleashed charm, Emma's look of concern for her friend became the expression of a girl who was nearly overwhelmed. She almost looked afraid of what she was suddenly feeling. "Okay," she said softly. She started to release his hand, but he kept hold of it. "Okay," she whispered again, "Adam." "I KNEW it!" Wendy Pfeiffer cried. "It was bound to happen. They were too cute together." Adam looked up to see Wendy and her friend Chancey Haroll. They were beaming at them. These two were the class romantics in many ways, always trying to couple kids up. "Oh, crap," Emma muttered. "Just go with it," Adam said and followed an instinct he hadn't seen coming. He stood up straight and swiftly kissed Emma. Her soft lips, backed by firm braces, created a surface that was a wonderful mix of the tender and the strong. And it was warm and wonderful. "Asshole," Emma whispered as she pulled back for a moment. Then she kissed him back. "Oh, he's that kind of sick," Miss M's voice said as she emerged from her classroom on the way to volleyball practice. "I compliment your taste in diseases to contract, Adam. Emma's a sweetheart." She smiled at them as they turned bright red. "Oh, and school rules require me to tell you to get your lips off each other in the hallway." She looked sternly at them for a moment. "So, go somewhere else and kiss him, Emma." She put one hand on each of their backs and ushered them toward the door. "Young love," she sighed and laughed merrily as she continued on her way to the gym. Adam and Emma never bothered to go to their lockers. They needed to get away from everyone's prying eyes. "Sorry," he said as they got outside the big glass doors, "I just couldn't help it. You're just too wonderful to describe." "I think I hate you," she said, not letting go of his hand. "We were best friends. That's shot to hell now." "You kissed me back!" "Of course I did! I'm in love with you, doofus." "But you just said..." "Adam, you were my best friend. I don't think you know how much that means to a girl. Boys do friends differently. It'll never be the same between us now." "But it was pretty cool for a minute there when we were, you know, kissing and stuff." "Duh!" "So? That's good, right?" "You are so stupid, Adam. I love where this is going, but how about giving me thirty seconds to mourn my best friendship going to hell?" She still didn't release his hand. She walked very fast and seemed genuinely angry with him. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she cried, suddenly stopping. She dropped her books, threw her arms around his neck and really, really kissed him. His books hit the ground as her slender body filled his arms; her barely-there chest crushed against him. She opened her mouth and darted her tongue between his lips. She kissed him tenderly for a long moment. "Fuck!" she declared, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's really, really bad." "I think I love you," he said, hoping it was the right thing to say. "Better do more than think it," she said. "I'm giving up everything we had for this." Adam was finally beginning to understand her. When she cried, it had always been on his shoulder. When she hated the older girls at school for calling her the `titless wonder' it was him she had vented to about it. When she'd broken her ankle skateboarding, he was the one who brought her her homework. He even read her the chapters out of `Tuck Everlasting'. She hadn't asked him to. He just did it because he thought she'd like it. She feared it would all go away if the romance failed. She was probably right. There was no way that she could know about the ace Adam had up his sleeve. His parents could help fix her broken heart if that ever happened. She also didn't know that he had seen what she was inside, and that he was hopelessly, helplessly in love with her. And Adam also now realized that he always had been. He had just been too comfortable in their friendship to let anything change that. "I don't want to give up anything we have together, Emma," he said. He decided the more she knew the better. "I think I've always been in love with you. I just wasn't old enough to see it until today. Or maybe it just turned into true romantic love today, but either way I know it's the real thing." Emma kissed him again, then. "It sure as hell jumped up a couple notches today, didn't it?" she said when she brought her cheek back down to his shoulder. "I kind of started to see you the way you really are or something." She took his hand again. They gathered up their books and resumed walking. "It's all your fault, doofus," she said with a sigh. "It is, Emma. Totally my fault." She seemed satisfied with that, and walked on swinging his hand slightly. Within fifty yards, she was practically skipping in delight. ... He hadn't pressed his advantage for two weeks. They kissed, hugged, held hands, snuggled. Adam's dad spoke nothing of it, but seemed a little concerned that the boy had begun by falling into an all-out love instead of a few naughty trysts. It was complicated. Adam could see that, too. But he didn't care. Emma had to be his first. And as far as he was concerned, she could be his last and only, too. His mind might have seen the difficult road ahead, but his heart had other notions. It was the second Saturday of their romance, and Adam found himself alone with Emma in her house. Her parents had taken her older brother to some kind of music competition and wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. The quiet house was like a giant cloud of pressure on them. They both knew that their bodies yearned for something beyond what they had been getting. And they knew that there was now nothing in the way of that except their own misgivings. Well, Emma's misgivings to be honest. Adam couldn't think of anything beyond the moment. "You are so beautiful, Emma," he said, trying to start things. "Please," she said with a giggle. "I'm a stick with glasses and braces." "Knock it off, Emma," he said. "You know I'm not the only guy in class who thinks you're cute." "Cute? Maybe if you squint your eyes just right. Beautiful? No." "Very beautiful, and sexy as hell," he said. "Love has made you blind, dork." "I know why you're doing this," Adam said. "Doing what?" "Acting like you're some kind of awkward, goofy little girl. You're afraid of what might happen if you ever admit that you're more than that." "Quit acting like you're older and wiser, Adam. I turned fourteen. You're thirteen for another two weeks yet." "I'm not wise. I'm just willing to admit that you have the most beautiful mind and face and body I've ever seen, and I'm totally in love with you." "I love you, too," she whispered and stared into the darkness around them. The light of the TV was the only thing keeping the house from total blackness. "Don't say anymore, please," she said in the same helpless whisper as before. "I want to take you upstairs and lay you down on your bed, Emma." "Please, Adam, don't say this." "I look at your sweet little ass in your jeans every day, and it makes me want you so bad," he said softly. "Oh, God." "I want to kiss my way down your neck and onto your bare shoulders. I want to run my hands over your skin." "Adam, stop talking." "You're the one, Emma. Haven't we always been the one for each other? We just didn't know it until two weeks ago." "Fuck," she said softly, her eyes closed. She sat straight up for a few seconds. "Call your dad. Tell him you're staying over. He'll be cool about it." She walked away from him and headed to her bedroom. Adam's dad was cool about it. He didn't say much other than, "She's a real treasure, son." They had already talked about how their race only had children when both partners made it their heart's wish. There was nothing left to say besides what his father had said. Emma sat on the edge of her bed. She had changed into a little nightie. It was kind of a light purple. Adam had seen her wearing a top that color one day last week and told her it looked good on her. She'd obviously remembered. This whole scenario had been kicking around in her head lately as well. Adam pulled at the bottom of his shirt and looked to her for approval. She beckoned him over. Emma removed the shirt for him, and loosened his belt. As he worked his way out of the pants, she pressed her ear to his bare chest and listened to his heart. She had often done that lately, but never when he was without a shirt. When he was wearing nothing but his red boxer briefs, he crawled into bed with her. They kissed for a while. He constantly brushed his hand through her hair. He loved how soft and rich it was. Her tongue had become something of a marvel to him as of late. She seemed to be able to make it tease and caress and love his lips and mouth in ways he hadn't known a tongue could achieve. Now, he saw her tongue's actions as being something of a metaphor for what their bodies wanted to do. He moved his kisses down her neck and opened the tie on the front of her nightie. It slid back and exposed her bare shoulders. He hadn't been lying about his desire to kiss them. They were slender and pale and perfect. Adam hadn't anticipated what a profound effect his kisses to her shoulders would have on Emma. She clutched the back of his head and gasped. "Oh, Adam! Please love me. Please don't let this just be a game to you!" "I do love you, Emma. I do love you." In response, she opened her nightie the rest of the way and let it fall. She leaned back and offered her chest to him. She was not a `titless wonder'. There were little swells there, and her slightly oblong areolae were topped by perfect little nipples that rose to meet his eager lips. She cooed and squirmed to his touch, and her fingers stroked the hair on the back of his head. Her slender hips reached to his body, and he felt the brush of her panties against his hip. She was warm all over her thin body, but there was no doubt that what lie beneath the panties was the warmest part of all. Adam didn't want to rush his first visit to her tender little breasts, but the temptation drawing him downward was too great. He rolled her to her back and kept kissing her chest as he slid the panties off of her hips. She lifted her bottom to help him. He kissed his way down her flat belly and began to catch a whiff of her sex. It was wonderful to him, a foreign smell, an exotic one. He had never even gotten a sniff of it off his fingers, so he was experiencing something completely new. He knew that something so wonderful needed to be loved, so he set his mind to doing it. When she had slid the panties off over her ankles, she opened to him, and he gently touched and stroked the hair on her mound. It was softer and straighter than he had imagined it being. The edges were perhaps trimmed a little, but she had never done anything to remove her soft covering of black. She slid upwards slightly toward his fingertips, inviting the tender visitors to explore the wonders below the hair. Adam hadn't known that skin could be so soft, but everything he touched seemed to be made of the most delicate and sensitive flesh he had ever felt. He treated it with sweetness, and it responded with moisture and warmth. He loved it. He absolutely loved the wonder of her sex. He had to kiss it, to show how he felt. When he did, she drew in a sharp breath and then exhaled slowly. "Oh, yes," she said. "Yes, please, Adam." He kissed it, in turns feverishly and then slowly. At last, he grew bold enough to taste it, and to use his fingers to open her folds slightly and trace his tongue along the insides of her. She moaned softly and grasped his head lightly. It was almost by accident that he found the thin little stem and brushed it with the tip of his tongue. Her grip tightened, and her heels came up and pressed into his back. She was holding him there, willing him to press on with his efforts. He began to try and discover everything his mouth could do. He kissed, licked and sucked. He even used hot breath to stimulate her. She seemed to love it all. More of the sweet, light nectar formed, and Adam savored the taste of it. Finally, he sensed that she wanted more to happen. He slid a finger into the tight passage he found there and moved it back and forth, in and out. His mouth then centered on the little stem, and she groaned in a way that told him it was okay to keep going. He loved her little intimate space for everything he was worth, and then something overtook her. She began to tremble. He paused for a moment. "Don't stop! God, don't stop!" she cried softly, almost on the point of tears. He kept at it, and the tremble grew into twists and turns of her hips. Finally, she grasped his head tightly and bucked her hips into him. He kept the finger moving. Emma took three quick, sharp breaths and drove her heels hard into his back. She squeaked slightly, and then suddenly relaxed. It felt to Adam as if his finger was being squeezed for a few seconds, and then Emma stopped her trembling altogether. "Kiss me," she whispered. Adam climbed up to her lips, and she kissed him deeply. "Did you...?" he asked. "Oh, yeah," she said with a nod and a smile. "It was... sweeter than I thought it would be. When I do it myself, there's never any real love, you understand?" "Yes," he said. "It was kind of amazing. I was just trying anything it seemed like you liked." "Well, it was wonderful, Adam." Emma rolled him to his back and pulled his red boxer briefs away from him. "Whoa," she said. "That's bigger than I thought it'd be." She looked frightened for a moment. "Don't worry, Adam. I'm not scared enough to quit on you." She brought her mouth down on him then. He could tell she was in the same spot he had been. She was just trying to figure out how to make it feel good for him. She figured it out. She could barely open her mouth wide enough to get him in. They were a few tries away from figuring out to remove the rubber bands on her braces before they started. But she had a gifted tongue, and she put it to work on him without hesitation. Again, it wrapped around him like her whole body was beginning to want to wrap around his. Twisting and turning, her slender tongue pleasured him as far down the shaft as it could go. Then, she brought it up to the tip and caressed and loved it. She finally lowered her whole mouth on him again and began to suck as she slid up and down the boy's rigid staff. Adam tried to keep still, but he lacked the experience and discipline to manage it. "I need to move!" he whispered urgently. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you." "Let's put it where we know it can move, then," she said. She gently massaged it as she rolled to her back. Adam looked down at the girl who had been so timid, but who seemed to be growing bolder with every passing minute. She nodded. "Take it, Adam. It's always been meant for you." Adam crawled between her legs. Emma had never let go of his shaft. It was her slender hand that guided him to the opening, and gently worked the tip into her. She winced a little as it first began to stretch her. "I love you, Emma." "Love you, too. You're going to have to push from here on out," she said and bit her lip. Adam began to push inside of her. She was wet and willing and trying to throw her legs out as wide as they could go to make it all work. The fact that she was so small that even his rather normal adolescent shaft seemed big to her prevented it from being an easy thing for her to do, however. "Owie," she whimpered softly as tears rolled back down her temples. Adam hesitated, but she grabbed his behind and exerted gentle pressure. He pushed harder, and the barrier gave way. He froze again, but she used her hands to urge him deeper. He bottomed out and then she held him in place. "I love you," she said and kissed him. "One more second," she said and took a deep breath. "Okay. Go slow." Adam felt a strong urge to do anything but go slowly. He was surrounded by warmth and incredible tightness, and his brain and hips were screaming to draw in and out, to hammer deeply inside of her and then withdraw to do it again. But his love for her overpowered everything else, and he marshaled his urges. He learned that he could savor every second of tender lovemaking with his innocent and adoring girlfriend. Her sex clutched at him as he slowly withdrew, and it wrapped him in a hot embrace when he pushed back into her. Every sensation was both as strong as a firm grip and as light as a feather. He felt like he hadn't ever been alive until that instant. He kissed her over and over, and she returned the kisses with equal fervor. He could taste tears in her kisses. She was weeping, but he realized it wasn't with pain or regret. It was all so damned deep between the two of them. It all meant so much. "Oh, Emma," he whispered. "It doesn't hurt like before," she said. "You can do what you want, I think." She clung tightly to his neck. "I don't mean I think. I mean it's okay. Do what you want, Adam." Adam took her tiny bottom in his hands and began to push into her with more speed. He buried his chin in above her shoulder and let his hips fly. He went deep and hard and fast. He loved her, but he desired her slender little body and all its pleasures, too. He took her at her word that she was ready. She began to moan and groan in a way that both said that it was hard for her to take and that she didn't want it to stop. She was willing to let her body get pushed to its limits if she could get more love from him, give more pleasure to him. Adam wasn't exactly reading her mind, but he found he could feel things coming from her. Her legs wrapped around him, and it felt like the two young lovers were trying to push themselves into one being. The effects of this increase in passion didn't take long to set in on Adam's body. He began to feel a pull at the base of his shaft, and pressure building behind it. The pressure crept its way upward until it was pushing on the underside of his shaft, just beneath the head. The whole world hung in that tiny spot for a moment, and then the flood gate broke loose. Adam groaned, and he buried himself deep inside of Emma. A jumbled, rolling rush of warmth burst through his shaft and escaped into his lover's sex. Again and again his body pushed the warmth into her. Emma made a soft sighing sound and wrapped her legs around his haunches. Her slender hands clutched at his bottom. "Oh, Adam," she panted. "That was intense." "Good intense?" he asked as he caught his breath. "The best intense," she said. They were quiet for a moment. "Well, that was nice," she said. "I'll maybe call you again sometime. You need cab fare?" "I love you, too," he answered. They lay in one another's arms until they regained the strength to try it again. It went longer that time, and Emma wasn't at all squeamish about kneeling and letting him try it from behind. She liked it from the physical standpoint, but said she liked it best when they were in each other's arms. The next morning, she tried it from the top. For some reason it made her cry, and she said it was too beautiful to describe to look down at him. "That's our special one," she decided. "That's when I need to be able to see how much you love me." Adam left after making her breakfast. Neither of them wanted him to be there when her parents arrived. As they spent an hour on the phone that evening, they spoke softly of how much they loved one another. Neither of them knew the heartbreak and the elation that lie in wait for them. The years to come would see them grow apart and then bring them back together again. Secrets would be shared, and their lives would become filled with things they could not foresee. But never, in all that time, would either stop loving the other.

The Fair Folk 4: More Tiger Lilies By Mannheim Knot [email protected] >>>>>>>>>>>>> Originally published under another of my pen names. I am consolidating my young girl stories under the Mannheim Knot banner. >>>>>>>>>>> Adam isn't through playing with the beautiful cousins, Mindy and Hannah. He forms a unique and lasting relationship with them. Emma turns to Seth for help. >>>>>>>>>>>>> MC, mff, bondage, toys, anal >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Fourteen-year-old Adam was almost giddy as the girls emerged from the shower. He had planned on kidnapping adorable little freshman Mindy Terval and letting her live out her fantasy of being taken by a dominating boy. He had stumbled onto her voluptuous cousin Hannah, at Mindy's house for the weekend in order to celebrate her fifteenth birthday with her favorite cousin. In the end, Adam had taken them both to Fair Folk friend Penny's pretty little dungeon. Penny had pointed out to Adam that her `Paradise' smelled like tears and girl cum. Nothing that had happened so far would change the wonderful aroma of the room. Both girls had shed plenty of tears in living out their fantasy, and little Mindy had surprised Adam by reaching her climax in the throes of a very rough virgin fuck. Penny had suggested making the submissive girls work hard for their orgasms, and Adam figured Mindy had earned hers. Hannah had been roughly fucked while tied down to a bench, but Adam had delayed her release time and again. He found her mounting frustration delicious, and his ability to peek into her mind let him know that part of her was enjoying the slightly cruel game he was playing with her. Other parts of her were ready to pop. "Ah, my pretty little playthings," Adam said as they entered the room wearing only bath towels. "I hope you enjoyed your time cleaning one another." "It was delightful, master," Mindy chirped, smiling broadly. "Hannah?" he asked her slightly grim cousin. "She stopped just when I was getting close, master. Just like you told her to," Hannah said glumly. "But it was pretty wonderful up to that point." "Oh, poor Hannah. I was thinking of your situation. I have something special planned for you. But first I have to know... I took your cherries pretty hard. Are you okay to play some more?" "I'm fine, master. The shower and Hannah's loving touch left me feeling good!" Mindy said as she dropped her towel and revealed her tiny form. "I'm ready!" "Good to hear, Mindy. Hannah?" "It doesn't matter, master. I'm yours to do with as you wish. My pain is unimportant." Hannah dropped her chin to her chest as she let the towel fall to the floor. Adam loved the way Hannah played roles. She had tried to be the tough chick in the beginning, prompting him to be a little nastier. That edge was what she'd wanted all along. Now, she was playing the humiliated victim. Her words, while sounding passive-aggressive, were actually another invitation to debase her as much as he wished. She knew he was sincere about the offer to let her rest a little more after her rough treatment. In her own way, she was declaring herself ready every bit as much as her chipper cousin. "Mindy, you have been so sweet. That's why I took you so rough. Your sweetness brings out the beast in me." "Master is so passionate and strong! I'm lucky to be his little slut!" she gushed. She was getting her abuse through a different tactic. It was working. "You talk too much, little one," he said. He crossed to the cabinet and found a bridle with a hard rubber bit. He kissed Mindy sweetly and then strapped her into the device. It would make it hard for her to speak, and it had the advantage of giving her something onto which she could bite down when he did what he had planned for her. "Hannah, you sad little slut. I have something to make you happy. From what I understand, it gives a girl so much pleasure she can barely stand it. How does that sound?" "Like a trap, master," she said. "What? Would I ever make you endure something difficult?" Adam said, feigning that she had hurt his feelings. He turned to a device sitting on the floor. It was like half of small barrel, or perhaps it could be looked at like a saddle. Standing up near the front was a hard rubber phallus. "I don't know what it's called, but I think I know what I'm supposed to do, Adam," she said. "Good, Hannah. As you can tell, it's designed to give you pleasure. How could it be a trap?" "Because your mind is cruel, and it can make anything into a trap." "I love you, too, Hannah," he said with a smile. She stuck out her tongue at him, but then looked down in her submissive pose. It was too late. She had tweaked him enough to earn a response. "Hands on knees," he ordered. Hannah obeyed. He spanked her hard three times. She let a single tear fall from her eye, but she also shivered. Mindy mumbled something through her bridle, and it earned her two quick smacks. She didn't bother to hide her delight. Adam turned back to Hannah. "It's called a Sybian. It's designed to help women learn how to have multiple orgasms from on top." Hannah's jaw dropped. "Just from riding that little thing sticking up?" "It's a bit neater little thing than maybe you think it is," he said. "Why don't you climb up there for a bit?" "Yes, master," she said, losing touch with the part of her that knew better than to trust him when he made it sound that simple. Hannah straddled the machine and slowly slipped the little phallus inside of her. He had chosen the smallest attachment. She was only a high school freshman, and she had been a virgin until less than an hour ago. She didn't show any signs of discomfort at being penetrated again. "I just... hump it?" "Go ahead, pretty Hannah." She bit her lower lip and began to explore. It was offering some mild pleasure, and she was finding that if she did things right she could brush her clit on the little nub in the front. Still, she was a little at a loss as to what the fuss was about. Her suspicions began to mount. They certainly weren't alleviated when Adam ordered Mindy to tie Hannah's hands behind her back. "Oh, shit," she whispered when Adam pulled back the cloth he had placed over the control box. He switched it on, and the device began to vibrate. "Oh, fuck, that's good," she moaned. "Variable speeds," he said and cranked the dial up a bit. Hannah's full breasts began to jiggle, and the girl gasped in shock and delight. "It can actually go pretty fast," he said and turned it up again. Hannah wailed. "I wamma doom at!" Mindy cried through the bridle, earning her another spank. Adam turned the device down to a very slow speed. Hannah caught her breath. "Thank you, master," she said, sounding almost like Mindy in the moment. "I'm glad you like it, honey bear," he said sweetly. "Try and find the best spot for you, okay? Then, when you're fucking a guy from the top, you'll know how to help him ring your bell!" "Yes, master," she said earnestly. "And, honey, let me know if you're going to cum. Mindy and I want to see your pretty face when you finally get there, okay." He handed her the control box. "Yes, master," Hannah said. She bit her lip again and tried several different moves and angles. "Life isn't going to be quite so sweet for you, my little pet," Adam said, turning to Mindy. "I love you too much to let you get away without testing your limits. Go stand on that little box over there by the wall." Mindy cast a fearful glance toward Adam, but scurried over to do as she was told. She stood on the little box and rested her back on the padded wall. "So pretty, Mindy, and so very dumb. You're facing the wrong way." Mindy's eyes flew open wide, but she again followed the order. She turned and faced the wall. Adam brought the soft leather manacles down from the beam above and fastened them to her wrists. Penny had been right. They did go small enough that they could secure even the tiny fifteen-year-old. She had put the hair ribbons back in and sported the little blonde pigtails that played into some of Adam's darkest thoughts. Mindy was older than him; they both were. But with her little bitty body and the pigtails, she looked twelve. "How's it going over there, Hannah?" "Oh my god, this thing is fucking amazing!" "Let us know, okay?" "Yes, master. Anything, master!" Adam had searched the cabinets pretty thoroughly, so he knew where the tubes of lubricant were kept. He chose a nice unscented one. He didn't really know how Mindy's delicate skin might react to some of the scented ones, so he kept it as simple as possible. He hummed a merry little tune as he began to apply the slippery substance to Mindy's tight little backside. He didn't know the song, but he was sure it was an Irish folk song. He knew it was when he began to sing little bits of it in Gaelic. He didn't know the language, but things like that popped into his head nowadays. He was relatively sure that he had awakened from a dream last week and been speaking in an old Celtic dialect. Hannah's moans and Mindy's fearful whimpers provided the counter-point to his jaunty melody. "I'm going to fuck your little ass, Mindy. You are too sweet and wonderful not to want to have in every single way." He slipped a finger coated with the lubricant into her tiny hole. Even that felt a little tight. Mindy groaned and began to weep a little. He had viewed enough of her fantasies by now to know that she frequently wept in them. She had long desired a boy whom she could trust enough to let him make her cry. She was a girl who wanted to have moments in her life when she let every wall fall down and stood completely exposed physically and emotionally. Still, Adam knew her first try at anal was going to be very rough for her. He lubed himself as best he could and hoped this wasn't a tremendously dumb idea. His plan was going to give Mindy quite a bit of control while maintaining the illusion that she had yielded every bit of her fate to Adam. "Master! It's going to happen pretty soon! Come see!" Hannah cried. Adam rushed over and snatched the controller. He shut off the device. "Master?" "You're too young to have an orgasm in Paradise!" he snapped. "Girls have to be at least fifteen like Mindy." "But it's not my birthday until tomorrow!" she wailed, on the verge of tears. "Good thing I stopped you then," he said. "Even though you're very young for a Paradise girl, I'll be nice. You can watch me fuck your pretty cousin up the ass." He turned the device sideways and made Hannah turn with it. "Don't you dare rock yourself to a climax while you watch, either!" Adam crossed to a drawer filled with devices. He slipped a little buzzer over his fingertip and returned to Mindy. He didn't really know much about toys other than what he'd seen on the internet, but he was familiar with this little device. His mam had given him one several months ago. "A present for Emma," his mom explained. "You'll figure it out." Some guys had cool moms. Adam's was a sex goddess who wasn't shy about giving him helpful hints. Hannah obviously recognized the little happy-maker as well. Her frustrated groans only added a little extra stiffness to her master's already considerable erection. He figured that was probably a good thing, the harder and more lubed his shaft was, the easier it was probably going to be for Mindy. "If you absolutely HAVE to stop, say `Leprechaun,'" he whispered into the blonde's ear. "What's the word?" "Leffachaun, mathter," she said, her tongue restrained by the bit. "Good little bitch," he said sweetly and pressed his erection to her tiny opening. He strained slightly as he pushed the head past the outer ring, but it popped in. Mindy didn't scream. She squeaked and shook and then groaned deeply. "Take your feet off the box and put them on the wall," he ordered. Mindy was shaking, but she managed to follow the order. Between the weight being supported by the manacles and her feet pressing to the wall, Mindy found a point where she was balanced. "Now, take it in." Mindy gasped as she realized what he had done. He was holding her around the waist and standing stiff as a statue. She was going to be able to control the speed with which she took him inside of her. She pushed tentatively with her feet and moaned as her passage was stretched to take in a little more. She moved back a few additional centimeters. Again she groaned and clenched her teeth against the bit, and her tears began to spill again. She froze for a moment. "Brathe yusseff," she moaned through the bridle. "Mindy, maybe you ought to go sl--" Hannah's suggestion was cut off by Mindy's scream as the little sub pushed hard with her feet. She took Adam almost to the hilt. She wailed through the teeth that sunk into bit, but made no attempt to utter her safety word. She took a few deep sobbing breaths. "Um yo bish!" she moaned after she got her body under control. "Yes, you are my bitch, Mindy, and I love you for it," Adam replied. He began to move in and out of her with a slight rocking motion. Her feet began to slide down from the wall and onto the box. Adam pinned her to the wall and began to take her in earnest, then. She grunted and wailed and made whatever words she could against the hard rubber bit in her mouth. Her head was turned sideways, and she could see her cousin then. Adam caught the look of fear and wonder in both pairs of feminine eyes, but no one made a move to stop him or uttered a word of protest. Mindy's passage was so tight it almost caused him pain, but she wasn't going to try and get out of it, and Hannah, knowing her turn would come before the weekend was done, reacted by carefully grinding against the phallus of the Sybian. She was straining not to just hump it until she came. It would have been easy for her to go over at this point, but she was committed to playing the game. Adam brought the little fingertip buzzer around to Mindy's sex and began to pleasure her there as he hammered away at her sweet little ass. He was careful not to keep the buzzer right on her clit for more than a second or two at a time. He was no expert at toys, but he understood her clit was too sensitive a little button to hold a buzzer to like that until she was getting ready to go over. He had no right to expect a girl getting her bottom taken like this to get that aroused anyway, but Mindy had surprised him before. The right kind of pain drove her wild with ecstasy. If she was going to cum with him pounding her ass, she would have to do it fairly soon. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer. The vise-like grip was pulling his climax out of him with amazing speed. When he touched her clit with the buzzer again, she nodded vigorously, her right pigtail brushing against his left cheek where he had his head buried over her shoulder. He put the toy right back on her button and hoped it did its work quickly. The toy had its own magic, and Mindy began to shake and shiver. She squealed in ecstasy as she went over. The orgasm seemed to latch onto another one right behind it. She wailed against the bit and kicked at the wall before slumping back into him. He used both hands to hold her in place as he finished his final strokes. Jerks and twitches took control of his cock, and he emptied his load into her beautiful little ass. He slumped against her back, pinning her to the wall and taking weight off of her arms. He found enough strength to lift her up a bit so that he could remove the cuffs. He took her tiny form in his arms and carried her to her cousin. He managed to get the bridle free of Mindy's mouth and held her head up to Hannah's. The bigger cousin lavished the little blonde with sweet kisses to her face and hair. "So brave. So beautiful," Hannah said. Mindy smiled. "I'd do it again for you, master," she said dreamily. He kissed her then, adoring the sweet girl. "I'm leaking cum from my bum," she said and giggled. "The mats are washable," Adam said. "We'll clean anything we've used before we leave. The real mistress of this dungeon keeps it spotless." "It still smells like tears and girl cum," Hannah said, understanding now what Adam had meant earlier. "But not your cum," Adam said with a little laugh. "It's time for me to give you some special attention." He carried Mindy over to the bed and placed her on the mattress. He pulled a cover over her, but propped her head up on the pillows so that she could watch her master tending to Hannah. "I love you, master," Mindy purred, not quite as lost as before, but still sounding like she was in a dream. "I love you, too, kitten," he said. "I like that. Can I be your kitten all the time? I mean when it's just the three of us." "Yes, Kitten." He kissed her lovingly. She purred again. He took a moment to muse on what the three of them were becoming. None of them was in love with the others, but all of them loved the two people with whom they were sharing this crazy fantasy. They were friends, and something more, but none of them was making plans to spend their lives together. Adam crossed to Hannah. He turned the Sybian back so that Mindy could see her cousin's pretty face. Adam picked up the speed controller and sat down close to Hannah. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Hannah?" "I love her so much," Hannah said softly. "So much." "Now, Hannah, you know the rules. Girls don't get to cum in Paradise until they're fifteen." "Yes, master." "Now, we're going to get you as close to it as we can... over and over. But if you screw up and cum it will be the last climax you will have for a very long time, understand?" "Yes, master." Adam turned up the speed. Hannah's luscious tits began to jiggle again. Adam latched onto them and sucked and kissed the nipples gently. Hannah moaned and wanted desperately to pull his head tight to her chest, but her tied hands prevented it. Adam pulled back and increased the speed again. Hannah wailed, and her whole body shook as she began to change angles to maximize her pleasure. She rose up so that the phallus was barely inside her, and then she went deep on it, pressing her clit to the flat nub. "Too close!" she cried, and he turned down the speed. She leaned forward as far as she could and panted for breath. "Off!" she said, and he turned it off completely. Even at low speeds, it was providing enough to send her over if she stayed on much longer. She panted and very gingerly moved to adjust herself. She was straining to find a spot where the slightest contact wouldn't send her over. Adam admired her discipline. Mindy was strong in her ability to find pleasure at the same time as pain. Hannah was strong in how well she could control her urges at the very brink of her release. A sheen of sweat formed on her pale skin. "You're so fucking pretty, Hannah," Adam said in wonder. "I need to take a picture." He crossed to the girls' clothes. He found Hannah's phone and took a photo with it. He was making it clear that they had complete control over what happened to their mementos of the weekend, but he also had another idea in mind. He took a peek at the phone and smiled. He set it gently aside, not letting her see the screen. "Ready?" he asked after he had stalled for a while by threatening to send the photo to her mom. The shock of that had brought her down a little bit. She knew he wouldn't ever do it. He wouldn't ever do anything to really hurt her, but she let herself believe it for that instant to help her edge away from the brink. "If my master commands it," she said, "I'll do it forever." Three more times he brought her to the edge, found a way to stall and then repeated the process. Hannah had begun to fall apart. Her brown hair was wild, and she glistened with sweat. Her eyes were beginning to glass over. She shook and quivered. "One more time, I think," he said. "Yes, master," Hannah answered pitifully. He switched the machine on at a low speed, Hannah groaned in pleasure and pain. She was at the edge of breaking physically and emotionally. Adam cranked up the speed. In a matter of a few seconds, Hannah was wailing as she leaned back and her tits shook furiously. She gasped as she found a spot she hadn't yet discovered. Her new angle pressed the shaft to a place in the front of her sex. The effects were immediate. She began to scream. "Master! Stop now or...!" Adam shook his head. Hannah gritted her teeth to fight off the impending explosion in her body. Adam cast aside the controller and knelt before her. He felt his lips buzz wildly as he pressed them to her sex. Hannah screamed as the repeatedly delayed moment finally arrived. She bent back forward and back, knocking Adam's mouth away. She kept riding the shaft, and her eyes rolled back into her head as a second orgasm took her right on top of the first. Rivulets of fluid ran down the sides of the saddle. Adam had never seen so much nectar run from a girl. "Turn it off!" she cried. "Sorry, lost in the moment!" he replied as he scrambled to find the controller and brought the speed down in a slow steady arc. Hannah caught control of her breath and then slumped sideways off of the machine. Adam untied her hands and kissed her on the face and the shiny brown hair. "I'm sorry, master," she panted. She was struggling to find breath to form even short phrases. "I tried. Sorry, the rules. Punish me." "I might," he said, "but just for fun." He picked up her little pink phone. "Look at it," he said. Her hands shook as she took the phone. Her eyes struggled to focus. "What is it I have to...? Oh! Oh my god!" "It's 12:14 AM, Hannah. Happy birthday!" "Happy birthday, sexy bitch!" Mindy called from the bed. "That looked fucking wicked!" "I can't walk," Hannah moaned. "But thank you for the present, master." "I love you, pretty Hannah," he said. He picked her up from the floor and carried her to the bed. She snuggled in next to her cousin. They kissed and stroked each other's hair. Adam sat on the edge of the bed. He began to massage Hannah's stiff legs, and they stopped quivering. He went to the bathroom and got a dry towel. He wiped Hannah down as Mindy took over massaging her. In a few minutes, the exhausted brown-haired beauty drifted off to sleep. "Mindy," Adam said softly as the blonde pulled a blanket over her sleeping cousin, "I need to talk to you. Let's do it while we're cleaning up." They snuck off to the bathroom. "It's just me, Adam, now. Just your friend, okay?" "Sure, Adam," she said as she began to run warm water onto a soapy cloth. When she reached to clean him with it, he took it from her and began to wash her sore bottom. "You two are okay, right?" he asked as he sponged her. "I didn't go too far?" "Adam, you were fantastic! To tell you the truth, once we all know what we're doing better, you can be meaner to me. More pinches and rougher handling. I trust you completely," she turned and smiled at him and then sighed a little sadly. "What's wrong, Kitten?" "We're not a couple, or a triple," she said, taking the cloth and gently beginning to wash his privates. "I know we'll do this again, but someday, I'm going to have to find a boy to fall in love with that's going to do all this for me. I don't want my whole life to be like this, but I sure need it sometimes. It's going to be hard to find a guy who can be as rough as I want and still really have a tender heart like you do." "Mindy, you're bright and beautiful. Pretty much every guy in school has kind of a crush on you. And wherever you go, that's going to happen. Hannah, too. She's amazing. Take your time and make sure he really cares about you first, okay? You can be choosy." Mindy's eyes were misting up at his string of compliments. "If you have any doubts about a guy, let me know. I have a pretty good sense about what people are really like inside." "Thanks, Adam. Uh-oh, you're all hard again!" she said as she rinsed the last of the soap from him. She guided him to the toilet and closed the lid to give him a seat. "You never faced me while you were inside me," she said as she straddled him. "And we only did it on this side once. Show me your sweet side, now, okay?" Adam pulled her onto him. She was so tight that it was still a little difficult to get into her the second time. She slowly rose and fell as she kissed him on the neck. He pulled the ribbons from her hair and let the pigtails fall down onto her shoulders. This close to him, her eyes shining with tender emotions, she looked fifteen to him. There was a kind of quiet dignity to her that her cuteness often overwhelmed. She was every bit as sweet as before, but he liked having Mindy as his equal for a while. It reminded him of how very much he loved having her for a friend. They made sweet, gentle love and then snuggled together. There was a long silent time of bonding, finally broken by Mindy's giggle. "Kitten?" "It's weird," she said. "I don't even know whose house this is, but it smells like tears and girl cum." "I hadn't noticed," he said as he helped her to her feet and followed her to the bed. He snuggled in between the two girls. Hannah stirred. "It's my birthday!" she cried with a giggle and promptly fell back to sleep. Mindy giggled, too, and then she kissed Adam's chest. "What a place to celebrate her birthday," Mindy whispered. "Welcome to Paradise," Adam said quietly as he kissed Mindy on her blonde hair. "Wait until you see what we do to her tomorrow!" . . . Adam came back from Hannah's seventeenth `birthday party' as happy as he could be. Life had been good to him in almost every way, over the last few years, and he knew it. While he had been unable to ever regain a romantic relationship with Emma, his one true love, he had enjoyed more adventures with the girls in his school than any boy had the right to expect, even one of the Fair Folk. Through it all, three of his lovers had remained especially close friends. Mariel had never managed to make a relationship with a boy last for more than a few months, but she seemed happy enough most days, and she visited Adam often. He occasionally lost either Mindy or Hannah to a new boyfriend for a while. Hannah had gone out with a boy at her school for over a year, and they hadn't been able to share one of their special birthday celebrations for her Sweet Sixteen. Mariel took her place, but as wonderful as she was, there was no re-creating the chemistry he felt when both Terval cousins were there. Mindy and Mariel were comfortable sharing Adam and doing his bidding, but they had no desire for one another. Mariel wasn't into girls at all, and Mindy had discovered that she only got excited by the one special girl in her life. This year, Hannah's seventeenth birthday had found both Terval girls available, and they had enjoyed another long weekend in Paradise. Adam couldn't have been more pleased, or exhausted. He had more stamina than human boys, but he was a fairly minor magical being, not an Olympian god. He'd heard they were still around, but they kept a low profile. Mam had met Eris once, but Colleen beat a hasty retreat before the Goddess of Discord took any personal interest in her. The major goddesses and the big boys stayed completely off everyone's radar. The O'Dairs were grateful for that. Even Seth couldn't run in that crowd. Seth had reached puberty, and it was very clear that he was the most powerful person in the family. He had also grown thoughtful and moody, and most of that had to do with Guinevere Granden. Ginny was the love of Seth's life, and his strong moral compass allowed him no serious thoughts of other girls, even as frisky playmates. He and Ginny were devoted to one another, and he wouldn't cheat on her. But Ginny was a year younger than Seth, and the twelve-year-old was just hitting her puberty. Even as she started to grow into a tall redheaded beauty, the girl had no burning desire to rush into things. She was hopelessly in love with Seth, and she knew how magical he was. But that didn't mean she was going to start a sexual relationship before she was ready. The end result was that the most powerful being Adam knew alternated between his playful, childlike ways and the sullen manner of an angst-ridden teen. On yet other days, Adam found conversations with him to be as profound as an audience with the Dalai Lama. And Adam knew what that felt like. Mam and Da had set one up for his sixteenth birthday. The man's gentle humor had made Adam laugh so hard he wanted to cry, and then said things so gentle and meaningful that Adam did cry, and he almost never cried. Adam even tried being Buddhist for a month, but he realized he sucked at it. It didn't diminish his admiration for those who could manage that path. As Adam entered the house that Sunday afternoon, he was ready to fall into bed and sleep until Tuesday. Thankfully, they had Monday off school for teacher in-service, whatever that was. But he pulled up short as he entered the living room. Seth was on the couch, laughing and holding hands with a thin, black-haired seventeen-year-old cutie. "There he is!" Seth cried as Adam entered the room. The elder O'Dair brother froze in shock as he looked at the girl on his couch. It had been over two years since she had been in his house, even though she had been there almost every day for many years prior to that. "Move it or lose it, buster!" a voice cried from behind him. Ginny brushed him aside as she ran past and slid in next to Seth. The dark-haired girl rose and smiled nervously at Adam. "Hi, Emma," he said. "Hi, yourself, handsome." "It's really good to see you here," he said, feeling utterly lost. Ginny giggled from the far end of the couch, the twelve-year-old understood awkward boy-girl conversations. She watched them every day in the middle school. "So, what's up?" Adam asked. "I'm in," she said softly. "In?" "Me and you and whoever else you drag into it. I love you. You love me. Jealousy is a useless emotion. Whatever wacky life you and I can build together is better than a sane life without the two of us being together." She crossed to him and kissed him on the cheek. "You smell like tears and girl cum, honey," she purred. "I'm going to go now and give you a chance to think things over." "Emma!" "I love you. I have since we were younger than Ginny and Seth, and you know it! And you love me just as much. Call me when you wake up tomorrow morning." She kissed him on the lips, then. Her lips were a long-missed friend, and he couldn't help but taking his fill. "He's not going to say no," Ginny whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear. "They are SO in love." Emma winked and smiled at Ginny's words and practically skipped from the room. "SETH!" Adam roared. Adam's little brother didn't even flinch. "You've yelled at me plenty of times in my life, big brother, but you've never hit me, or anyone that I can recall." "Seth, what the hell did you do to her?" "Not much really. She just asked me for the three hundred fifty-seventh time to get rid of the jealousy that kept her from sharing you. All the giddiness and the girlishness are coming from inside her. She's the happiest she's been since before the two of you broke up." "But you changed her," Adam protested. "She was perfect and you changed her!" Seth rose and crossed to him. "No one is perfect, Adam. Not even her. But I watched her bouquet every second I was in her mind. She was everything I've ever seen her be, except that a few of the roses that were wilting the tiniest bit from the pain she felt inside sprang back to full bloom. What a beautiful soul she has, Adam!" Adam sank into a chair. "We cheated," he said. "We fucking cheated." "The only cheat in this whole thing was the cheat fate pulled on the two of you," Seth said, taking on his wise man aura. "You two had a perfect love--well as close as it comes to perfect. Then, you lost it because you were Fair Folk and girls were drawn to you in a magical way, a supernatural way. The jealousy Emma felt and the hunger for other girls you felt was all caused by something supernatural tipping the scales against you. Remember last year when you talked about needing balance? It was part of your whole Eastern Religion thing. I just gave the scales a nudge with a tiny bit of supernatural force working in your favor." "It's selfish to change someone you love like that." "You know, it might be selfish if you'd done it or if you allowed me to do it against her will. But you didn't do it, and she's been begging me to do it for almost two years. Fate just finally kicked back in your direction, Adam. I love you both, and I helped you both. Call her tomorrow and go find your happiness." With that, Adam's little brother decided the conversation was over. He held out his hand to Ginny and started to lead her out of the room. Ginny followed for several steps, but then she pulled her hand free and whirled back toward the living room. She knelt at the side of Adam's chair and then reached up and pulled his head down so that she could whisper in his ear. "There's going to come a day when I'll ask you to remember everything he just said to you, Adam. I'll need you then. Please, be there when I need you!" "Ginny?" Seth asked. "My private business, Seth. You may not go looking in either of our minds for it. Understand?" The little redhead looked fierce as she glared at Seth. "I understand," the mighty magical being replied. He sounded every bit the cowed adolescent boyfriend. "Adam?" Ginny called as she rejoined her boyfriend. "Yeah, Ginny?" "What Seth did is a gift for the two of you. Accept it and I'll never tease you about being stupid again. None of us ever really thought you were. But if you get all weird about it and reject your one true love, I might actually start to believe you aren't very smart." With that, she left, pulling Seth along behind her. Adam miserably rose from the chair and began to trudge up the steps. When he hit the bottom step he paused and sighed. He snorted glumly and shook his head. At the landing, a sad smile was beginning to form on his lips as he wistfully imagined having Emma back in his life. At the top of the steps, a broad grin stretched across his face. He practically skipped to his room. ---One more chapter to come---

Zaxan's Paradise 2: Cassie of Earth By Mannheim Knot - - NOTE: This story was originally published under another of my pen names. Same author, different incarnation. - - PREVIOUS CHAPTER: BACKSTORY--Denubis Prime is a planet where the males still possess the ability to empathically feel the emotions of others but the females have lost touch with all emotions, even their own. Their females once ran the planet, their dominance tempered by their empathic bond to the males. But generations ago, the females attempted to increase their power by removing their empathic bonds to their males through viral genetic engineering. The failed experiment, now known as The Great Betrayal, left the females unable to feel anything at all. The once mild-mannered males became dominant, and have turned to seeking their sexual and emotional pleasures by abducting females from other worlds. The males' generational memories of The Great Betrayal have left them with a burning desire to dominate all females and to feed off whatever emotions the experience can generate. CHAPTER ONE: As a reward for his son's hard work at the Academy, Sarcon sends fourteen-year-old Zaxan to a new planet called Earth to seek his first sexual conquests. Sarcon is one of the wealthiest men on Denubis Prime and wants to indulge the boy by letting him be the first to take a human female. Zaxan lands outside Albuquerque, New Mexico, and his first conquest is a beautiful Latina teen named Tierra. He abducts her from a mall and the physically superior Zaxan rather casually rapes her. He finds the intense emotions of human females beyond belief, and he thrills to her terror and hatred. When Zaxan's vibratory ejaculation stimulates the girl to forced climax, he finds her arousal equally intoxicating. After his orgasm, Zaxan realizes that the chemicals in his semen, originally evolved to create bonding between Denubian parents, have a profound effect on humans. Tierra immediately becomes his love slave. Zaxan feels his first inklings of fondness for a female. IN THIS CHAPTER: Tierra agrees to help Zaxan explore a variety of sexual relationships with more Earth girls. He has electronically tagged a busty blonde co-ed as his next conquest. Alien, teen male/teen female, romance, consensual sex . . . Zaxan sent Tierra home after their third go-around that afternoon. She left reluctantly, but he promised to see her again the next day. He needed a sleep cycle to process his thoughts. The next afternoon, Tierra reported to the agreed-upon transport site earlier than expected. Judging by the timing of her arrival, she had either left her track practice early or run to the location. Zaxan asked Tana to transport the girl to the shuttle, and instructed the computer not to anesthetize her upon arrival. "Zaxy!" Tierra cried upon seeing him and ran across the cargo bay to give him a kiss. "I think I missed you. I was fine through school all day, but when I knew it was going to be time to see you, I got really excited. You know... down there. It was kind of cool." "I'm glad you like the way you feel now, Tierra, although I will miss raping you," he said, not bothering to hide the fact that it was quite a fond memory for him. "But you liked it when I was willing, too, didn't you?" She seemed afraid he might have lost interest in her. "Oh yes. Fucking you is fun no matter what the circumstances, Tierra. And if I need a really intense experience like that again I can always rape another girl." "I'll help if you want me to," she said and then got a strange look on her face. It was an odd mix of anticipation and regret. "I should feel awful for saying that." "Well, you know how she's going to feel afterwards," he offered. "I do. And that somehow frees me to do it. I've... I've always had this sort of anger inside me. My brother has it, too. Our parents were kind of awful to us when we were little. Now, my dad's long gone, and my mom just ignores us since we're too big for her to hurt us anymore. Hector's always gone out and looked for fights, but I've never been willing to hurt anybody. Now, I could sort of do that without causing any long-term damage. Do you know how that feels?" Zaxan thought carefully before he answered. Then he realized that whatever Denubian secrets or shame he shared with her were safe. She was his slave in many, many ways. "Every Denubian male feels that way, Tierra. Our females betrayed us in the worst way. Now, we take other females for our pleasure, but if they are unwilling to pleasure us and we take them by force, we always release them with no memories of what happened. No permanent damage, just a brief period where we were in total control." "And you would have done that with me?" she asked. "Released me with no memory of the rape?" "Yes. But now there is no need. Your bonding to me is very deep, and it leaves you feeling happy." "I am happy. But I think I'm a little evil now, too." "Maybe," he said, wondering if the term `evil' applied to him, too. "But it seems that you've become a little like we are. You see the chance to exercise complete control without doing harm, and you're willing to take it. But I doubt you're nearly as evil as you feel you are. I think the--what was the word you used to describe my control over you?" "Thrall?" "Yes. I think the thrall can only go so far. I don't think you would murder someone just because I told you to." "No, I don't think I would. But Zaxan, I would die for you." Zaxan thought about that for a while. He essentially owned this girl now. She was his love slave, without a doubt. But he was also fond of her, too. As a matter of fact, only his fondness for his father could compare with what he felt for her. And Denubians did have a moral code, even if it was far different from that of humans. He owed this girl something more than occasional pleasure. Yes, he was certain of that. "Tierra Lopez, I would die for you, too." For the second time in his association with this girl, Zaxan felt a powerful emotion come from inside him instead of just feeling it from her. Of course, Tierra had a very strong emotional reaction to his declaration as well, and he ended up with the not-at-all unpleasant task of holding the tall and slender Latina as she completely fell to pieces. She had bonded to him because Denubians had evolved to have chemicals in their semen that brought about that reaction in some species, but despite the fact that she was induced to love him, her feelings were very real. Zaxan still didn't have the same powerful emotions that humans possessed, but he absorbed the passion in her embrace. While it faded somewhat when he wasn't physically near, Tierra loved him desperately whenever he was in the room with her. "My sweet little girl," he said happily when she had regained her composure. "I do want your help with the next girl, but I don't think I'm ready for quite the experience I had yesterday. I slept for a cycle-and-a-half after you left. Physically, I could go all night, but emotionally... Let's just say that raping Earther girls is for special occasions and we need to come up with some other plans for getting girls to fuck me." They spent the next few hours coming up with schemes and scenarios. Tierra had a very creative mind, and her ideas ranged from synthesizing his semen into something that could be injected to elaborate ruses and deceptions. Zaxan didn't like the notion of just injecting girls. It lacked the powerful emotional experience he craved. But he did take the idea and have Tana set her logic fibers to weaponizing his semen as a way to pacify humans if he and his lovely co-conspirator ever found themselves in a sticky situation. After exploring plans that were often so complicated or ridiculous that they sent the two fourteen-year-olds into fits of laughter, they settled on one that seemed workable for each of the two girls he had tagged. Zaxan checked on his two prospective conquests. If neither was in a good position to be transported, they would have to go somewhere and find a different girl. The tween redhead was at someplace called The New Mexico Academy of the Dance, and was surrounded by people. Zaxan still believed the only way to bring her to the shuttle unnoticed would be to take her from her bed at night. It was considered the classic method, after all. Still he longed for something more than that with her. No being had ever struck him as being a beautiful innocent the way that girl had. The NMU student was another matter. She appeared to be in an isolated study room in a library. Zaxan understood that. He spent many hours in solitude working on his studies. Even his vacation here on Earth was going to provide him with plenty of material for his essays in linguistics class. But there might never be a better opportunity to snatch the otherwise very social creature away without her friends immediately noticing her absence. Zaxan instructed the ship's computer, Tana, to transport the girl. They initiated what Tierra had dubbed "Operation Seduction," a plan in which the college girl was actually going to seduce the alien in the end. The blonde girl was immediately anesthetized upon materializing in the transport tube. Zaxan pitched her onto his shoulder and carried her to the room that had been set up per Tierra's plan. Zaxan found the new design to be rather chilling, but his beautiful co-conspirator emphasized that the frightening appearance was rather the point. Zaxan stripped the new girl down to her cut-off shorts and bra before he placed her on one of the cold metal tables they had hastily assembled. Tierra stripped to the same level of undress and hopped up on her matching table wearing only her sports bra and running shorts. "Damn," Tierra whispered, "look at the body on that girl. You're gonna have some fun with those big tits and that flat belly. And she's gonna have some fun with you." Zaxan grinned just like any fourteen-year-old human boy would if he was told he was going to have sex with a gorgeous college girl. He fastened both girls down with restraints as he fought the urge to just take advantage of the blonde's vulnerable position. He reminded himself that he really wasn't in the mood for another rape. He waved a vial of antidote under the blonde's nose and left the room in the few seconds it took her to come around. He turned on the cameras and intercom so he could spy on them. "Hey, blonde girl! Hey, you awake, over there?" Tierra whispered urgently. "Wha--what? Oh god, where am I?" the girl asked, taking on the same whispery tone. "I'm over here. Can you see me?" Tierra asked. The girl turned to her and saw that the pretty dark-haired girl in the room with her was bound to the table in the same fashion. "Where are we?" the blonde asked in hushed tones. "What are they doing to us? What the hell is that thing with all the needles?" "This is gonna sound crazy, but I think we're in a government lab or something," Tierra said in what sounded convincingly like a terrified whisper. "There's this big guy, and he comes in every so often and looks at that computer and then leaves. He won't answer any questions or anything though, and I haven't been able to get a good look at his face." "Why would they grab me?" the blonde asked. "I'm not involved in anything with the government or military." "Me neither! I'm a freshman at Albuquerque East." "I'm a freshman at the U. Did they do anything to hurt you at all, sweetie?" On the other side of the door, Zaxan couldn't get the full effect of the emotional vibes from the girl, but he could tell that she instinctively felt an earnest sense of protectiveness toward the younger Tierra. "No," Tierra said. "But they took my shirt and shoes and I didn't have my cell phone with me. Do you have yours?" The blonde wiggled her backside for a bit. "Yeah, it's in my back pocket. I'll see if I can reach it." "Who can we call?" the younger girl moaned. "I don't even know where we're at!" "I think if I call 9-1-1 they might be able to trace the location of the phone." "God, you're smart! What's your name?" "Cassandra. Cassie. You?" "Tierra." "Stay strong, Tierra. We'll get out of this yet." Zaxan was impressed that Cassandra tried to put on a brave face even though her inner emotional vibrations indicated that she believed they were very unlikely to escape or get rescued. He watched the monitor as she tried to wiggle her hand down to her pocket. "Tana, you have her signal blocked in case I don't get there fast enough, right?" "Sure thing, handsome," the computer purred in Kathleen Turner's voice, Zaxan's personal adjustment to the original programming. As soon as the girl got to her phone, he rushed into the room and pried it from her hands. He was amazed by how close Cassandra had gotten. Denubians were far more agile than humans, but Tierra had warned him that teenage girls dialed cellphones remarkably fast. She hadn't even been able to see the phone, but she had already gotten 9-1-1 punched in. He had gotten to her right before she hit `send.' "Hey, who are you?" Cassandra called after him as he left with the phone. He gave her no reply. "Did you see his face, Cassandra?" Tierra asked. "He looked like he was..." "About your age, and as scared as we are. I know. Tierra, I don't think this is a government lab." "Then what the hell is it?" "I'm an engineering major, and my dad is a physics professor, and I have never seen any of this kind of equipment before. Plus, did you see how fast that kid moved? I don't think he's from around here." "Is he... Russian?" Tierra asked as if that would explain any of the things Cassandra said. "No, sweetie. He's from further away than that." "You're out of your mind! An alien! Come on, Cassandra, keep it together." "You explain how they got me out of a huge library without anyone noticing. Where'd they get you from?" "Track practice," Tierra said as if the location was leading her to realize that something unearthly must have happened. "Oh, God. They're going to cut us up or something." "Maybe not, Tierra. Think about the number of people in New Mexico who claim to have been abducted and returned. We're going to be okay, honey. We'd rather have it be them than some black ops government thing right? Those guys scare me worse than aliens ever would." Zaxan felt Tierra suppress a laugh. She couldn't help but agree with the college girl. Tierra's experience with aliens had been pretty fun so far. "What do we do, Cassie?" Cassandra was quiet for a long time. When she spoke, she tried to sound far more certain of herself than she actually was. Zaxan could feel some of the stress she was under, but her protective urges and concern for her fellow captive kept her together. He desperately wanted to be in the room with her and be able to absorb more of what she was feeling. Tierra was brave, but this girl went beyond that. He felt like the right human word to describe her was probably `noble.' He knew his opportunity to truly feel the emotions inside her would come soon. When Cassandra spoke, she was feeling slightly guilty about what she was suggesting, even though she was in a life or death situation. "Well, he does seem to be male, and scared, and probably lonely. And you're a very pretty girl about his age." "You're prettier than I am. Look at your body! Sorry, that was weird, Cassandra." "It's okay, Tierra, and I'd kill for long legs like yours. We'll both try, okay? Do you have any experience with boys?" "I'm sorry, Cassie. I'm really shy with guys. I'm scared of doing stuff, and my family is very, very Catholic. I'll try, but..." Tierra stopped speaking as the door opened. Zaxan moved in and looked at a computer display. "Hey. My name's Cassie. What's yours?" Zaxan froze but didn't reply. He waited for his co-conspirator. "I'm T-tierra, let's be friends, okay?" Zaxan again didn't respond, but this time he took a quick peek back at Tierra. "My friend is pretty scared," Cassandra said, picking up on the glance at Tierra. "Could you please be a nice guy and tell her that you're not going to hurt her?" Zaxan didn't turn toward them, but spoke in a shaky whisper. "I'm sorry, but I'm not really supposed to talk to the visitors." Zaxan felt a profound sense of relief coming from Cassandra, and a heightened sense of hope. "Visitors? Come on. We're strapped down." "I really am sorry about that," he said, still not turning toward them. "Safety regulations. There are parts of the shuttle that are dangerous to humans." "Please," Tierra said softly. "We're scared and lonely. Haven't you ever been scared and lonely?" Zaxan sensed pride in Tierra coming from Cassandra. She really did seem to care for the younger girl. Her protectiveness wasn't tied to anything but the decency of her soul. Cassandra had no sexual or romantic feelings for Tierra; Zaxan would have sensed that. The blonde beauty was just... nice. "Can't you tell us anything?" "We won't harm you," he said. "But we can't let you go for quite a long time, either. That could lead to our being detected. I really... I really am sorry for all this. My superiors mean well, but sometimes they don't think about anything but the mission." He turned and faced them. "And they've found that emotional attachments to the visitors complicate things." He looked at Cassandra and then to Tierra. He held the gaze at each for a moment longer than seemed normal. "Our species forms attachments easily," he whispered. Zaxan felt something stir within Cassandra. She was a romantic soul, and she sensed that this vulnerable young alien was truly falling for Tierra. "We form attachments, too," she said and moved her eyes toward her fellow captive. "Don't we, Tierra?" "Yes, we do," the younger girl whispered and blushed. Zaxan felt a bit of sexual arousal coming from both girls now. Tierra was really into her role as the innocent young girl, and Cassandra was being swept up in the vicarious romance of it all. "Do you feel an attachment to Tierra?" Cassandra asked in a sweet voice. He turned to the blonde and looked at her like answering the question would make his life more difficult. She tilted her head slightly and pleaded with her eyes. Zaxan sighed. It appeared as if she had broken him down. "Yes," he said and hung his head slightly. "She reminds me of my little sister back home. I just want to hold her and tell her it will be alright." "Oh," Cassandra said. "I'm sorry, I thought I was picking up on something else. You almost seem like you're hiding some romantic feelings." He looked at Cassandra with his mouth slightly open. When he spoke, he rushed his words like a seventh grade boy asking his first crush to the Valentine's Day dance. "You're like the dawn over the mountains," he told the blonde and fled the room. Once outside, he grinned. He figured it was about damned time he left a human girl with a metaphor she couldn't understand. He heard Cassandra's breath catch, and felt a warm response from her heart. She took his phrase to mean exactly what he'd hoped she would when he made it up. Tierra's plan was working incredibly well. A direct romantic approach with Cassandra would have frightened her off, or at least left her feeling queasy. First opening her mind to the idea of a romance blossoming between the other two and then using her receptiveness to the idea to turn it around on her would catch her off guard. The onus of seducing the vulnerable boy fell on her now. Zaxan returned a few minutes later with a tray and two tiny patches. He crossed to Tierra. "Little one," he said softly and stroked her hair. "I have to give you some medicine. The voyage to our mother ship is only a few hours, but the effects of warp can make humans violently ill. This medicine will prevent that. It will give you a euphoric feeling for a few seconds, but then it will make you sleepy. Please know that I will never let any harm come to you, and that when we get to the big ship we will be able to let you move about. May I?" "I'm scared," Tierra said. "What if it doesn't work right on humans? What if it poisons me?" "It's okay, sweetie," Cassandra said. "I'll go first. Then you'll know it's safe." Zaxan felt a huge spike of emotion come from Tierra, and he actually felt a small one coming from his own heart. Cassandra was risking her life for a girl she had just met several minutes before. "Are you sure, Cassie?" Tierra asked. "Yeah. I should go first. I'm the oldest." She looked at Zaxan with her intelligent blue-grey eyes. "Please don't let me die," she whispered to him. "That wouldn't comfort her very much." "It's safe," he said, turning away from Tierra after gently brushing her hair back from her face and kissing her on the forehead. "You'll feel a slight euphoria, Cassandra, and then gently drift off to sleep." He began to open the package containing the patch. "You never did tell me your name," Cassandra said and smiled hopefully. "Zaxan, Son of Sarcon." "That sounds manly. Zaxan the Brave. There's a hero inside you, Zaxan." She was a jumble of emotions. There was hope, curiosity, fear, affection, and a touch of arousal. Zaxan was already learning that anything with a sexual or romantic overtone aroused humans a bit. "I'm just a worker class, Cassie of Earth." "No. You're a kind boy with real compassion. Given the opportunity, that could be turned to bravery." "Please, Cassie. I get confused when you look at me like that. If I defy orders I could be punished severely. I can't risk it, even for.... I can't risk it. Hold out your arm, please." "What you said to me before, Zax. What did it mean?" "I shouldn't have said it. It was wrong to make such a declaration to a girl strapped to a table. I sensed your goodness, and you are so beautiful. Ugggh! It was wrong of me to say that now, too. You just make me feel so..." He took a deep breath. "Cassie, you're in a vulnerable position, but I would never take advantage of your fear or loneliness. Your arm, please." "How old are you, Zax?" "Twelve," he said and felt the disappointment in her heart. "Twelve in our years would make me twenty-one in yours. We tend to look younger than you do." Her romantic side did flip-flops, and he soaked it all in. "You know, Zax. You're every bit the prisoner I am here. You get the three of us out, and maybe we can see the actual dawn over the mountains together sometime. The Sandias are close by." Her arousal spiked at her own suggestion of a romantic interlude, and Zaxan felt it like a warm shower cascading over his body. She wasn't lying. She would go through with it, willingly, even if she had already been freed from captivity. "Please, Cassie. I'm really not supposed to get attached to you, and it's hard enough as it is." He pleaded with his eyes and she gave him her hand. "There's that euphoria," she said when he took her hand. "I didn't put the patch on yet." "I know," she said and smiled. He applied the patch, and she drifted off to sleep. As soon as she was under, Zaxan freed Tierra from her restraints. "Holy shit, Zax! She's like the nicest girl I've ever met. I really wasn't expecting that. Girls as hot as her can usually get away with being sort of selfish." "You want to just let her go, don't you?" Zaxan asked. "No. That's you, ya big sap. I want to do something even sappier. I want to give her exactly what she thinks she's getting, a romantic adventure with an impossible hero and a lovable girl sidekick." "No more Operation Seduction?" "No," she said with a sigh. "Now we're into Operation Give a Girl Such a Perfect Moment that Her Panties Will Melt Every Time She Even Thinks About It." "That's a very long name, Tierra." "Operation Panty-Melter for short, then," she said and smiled. They exited the room. "How long is she going to be out?" "Eight hours or until I wake her." "Good. Let's get started. Tana is going to have to help us with this one." Tierra froze as she heard music. "That's not my phone. Cassie's getting a text." Tierra picked up the phone from the counter. "Someone named Kelly-Bean wants to know where she's at. Let me see... I have it." Zaxan watched as she texted a reply. "My cousin showed up out of nowhere," she typed and sent it. Almost immediately a reply came back with another question. "The cute one?" Tierra typed in another reply. "No, the crazy drunk one. Be out all night. See ya soon." The next reply from Kelly-Bean was one they'd hoped they'd get. "Tell Bex I said hi. Have fun." "I'm glad you're my ally," Zaxan said. "You're deviously clever." "I'm also deviously horny, and it won't take me eight hours to set up Operation Panty-Melter," she said. Zaxan liked the feeling he was getting from her at the moment. "Conspiratory fuck?" he asked and raised an eyebrow, a trait he had already learned from his human companion. "My first one of those," she said. "Bet it's not our last, though. I'm having a blast!" Zaxan took her standing up this time. The idea had been stuck in his head since their first encounter. The thing he remembered most when he reflected back on fucking Tierra while standing was the fact that she told him he was strong thirteen separate times. He hadn't realized that a willing girl looked at brute physical strength entirely differently than a girl who was being forced. Zaxan's strength had terrified her when he first took her, but this time it filled her with admiration for him, and it made her feel safe to know that a being of his strength was willing to use the very last of it to defend her if necessary. As her long legs wrapped around him and propelled her hot sex up and down his shaft, she found her climax long before he ever began the vibratory phase of his ejaculation. But when that began, she found it again. When the encounter ended, she slid down to the floor and knelt, cleaning the last of his outpouring of lavender semen from him. "I never tasted a human guy's cum," she said, "but I bet it doesn't taste this damned good." "Bet it doesn't make your tongue purple, either," he offered. "So, what does it taste like?" "Cinnamon chewing gum." She reached down and took some of the overflow that ran down her leg. "Cinnamon gum cum, wanna try it?" He was tempted, but he wasn't quite ready for that. "I'll just get some gum later," he replied. He wasn't quite sure why she laughed so much after he said that, but he was glad that she was happy. Several hours later, they were aboard his father's massive Sarcorp cruiser. They had asked Tana to use her normal voice and make semi-regular announcements in Denubian. She also employed her holographic equipment to create several Denubian characters that moved about the ship. Cassandra needed to believe they were not alone on the big vessel. Zaxan revived her in a chair in one of the many cabins that had remained unused during the trip. The cruiser could house thirty people for a long trip if needed. Zaxan had taken such a big ship only because its range was needed to reach Earth. "Zax," Cassandra said softly as she came to. "I'm glad it's your face I woke up to. How's Tierra?" "Still asleep on the bunk over there. I revived you first. I... I need to talk to you." "You look worried, handsome. What's wrong?" She touched his cheek. "You said I was a prisoner here. It's not true. At least I don't think it's true. I'm going to take a job on a hospital ship when I get back home. They don't make you stay at an assignment you hate. I thought it would be fun, seeing a new world. I never realized that I would play a part in making someone like you unhappy. Most species don't mind so much being captive if they're treated well. You and Tierra hate it, don't you?" "Yes, Zax. We do hate it. We're scared, and worried that we'll never see our families again." "I have a friend in the shuttle bay. If I can get you there, I can get you home." Zaxan loved the feeling of joy he was getting from her, and he loved the pride she felt in him. Even if he didn't have the same pride in himself at the moment, he could feel hers. Sometimes he loved being able to borrow emotions. "Won't they come take us back?" she asked. She was worried, but not panicky. "A computer glitch erased all your specific biographical information, and to everyone else aboard you're just another human. They won't even know which continent we originally took you from. There are almost seven billion of you humans. They won't be able to track you down." "A `computer glitch?' You are clever." There was that pride again, but this time there was admiration, even definite romantic feelings. Zax realized that Tierra was a genius at playing on other human's emotions. "But Zax, won't they know that you were the one who helped us?" "I-I erased that information, too," he said just the way that Tierra had taught him. It sounded like a lie. "Zax, you brave boy. What will they do to you?" "I don't care, Cassie. I just don't care." "I do." "They won't kill me, and they probably won't even incarcerate me. Whatever it is, it won't be as awful for me as keeping you for years and then erasing your memories of your time with us will be for you. Do you really want to go through the rest of your life wondering what happened to you for three years? It would give me nightmares." "You're the most heroic man I've ever known, and the kindest," she said and kissed him. "You don't have to repay me by pretending you feel the same way about me that I feel about you, Cassie." "Who's pretending?" she said and kissed him again. Zaxan recognized the feeling she sent him this time. As unlikely as it seemed to him, she was falling in love with an alien teen she had only known for a few hours. Tierra had told him she would. The part he played for her was just the right combination of vulnerable and heroic. Tierra said that the way he looked didn't hurt either. She'd said he had `bedroom eyes.' Metaphors. If this one meant what he thought it did, it was a very nice thing to hear from a gorgeous girl. Zaxan gave Cassandra a vial and told her to wave it under Tierra's nose a few times. He left the room and made sure that Tana was ready with the holograms and the lighting system. Then he got a surgical mask and cap from the med kit. When he first walked in, the girls both reacted as if they were startled. Only one of them truly was. "It's me," he said. "I have an idea that might get us past the people in the corridor. I'll tell them that there needs to be a radius of ten feet around you until you're decontaminated. People tend to just hustle away and not ask questions when they hear that." "He's really smart," Tierra whispered to Cassandra. Cassandra nodded. "Kind of cute, too," the younger girl added. Cassandra nodded again. The holographic characters strenuously avoided them when told of the radius. Zaxan could feel Cassandra's confidence grow as they progressed through the ship. Then, Tana sounded a claxon and began making frantic announcements in Denubian. "They know!" Zaxan whispered urgently. "Run!" They sprinted down a hallway and skidded to a stop as four characters appeared at the far end. Zaxan led the girls down an adjacent hallway and to an access panel that led to the ladders for use in case of power failure in the lifts. They climbed down two ladders and he opened a panel. There was a bright flash of light in the hallway. Zaxan had no idea what a ray gun was, but Tierra had assured him that the flash would make Cassandra think they had been fired at with one. Zaxan closed the panel and his keen hearing led him to be able to hear Cassandra's heart pounding out a rapid rhythm. Tierra had told him to make sure he did something that displayed his strength. "We have to go faster," he said. He took one girl in each arm and lifted them off the floor. "Hold on tight. Keep your heads and limbs close to me." They threw their arms around his neck and wrapped their legs around him. He leapt down the ladder shaft. Just as Cassandra caught her breath, he leapt down a second and then a third. "Oh, my god!" Cassandra said. "Did you really just...? That's a fifteen foot drop with a girl under each arm!" Tierra had again correctly diagnosed what would `push the girl's buttons.' Cassandra was completely aroused by his display. "Muy macho!" Tierra gushed. She hadn't realized that Zaxan showing off in this manner would push her buttons as well. "We're right across from the shuttle bay," he said and hoped Cassandra couldn't tell that he too was aroused. The girls' proximity and reactions had made him feel sexy. Two characters in what Tierra had imagined would look like alien security uniforms appeared in the hallway as the trio attempted to cross. Zaxan shoved the girls into the shuttle bay and closed the door. The character that was supposed to be Zaxan's friend beckoned the girls to the open hatch of a shuttle. "I have to go back for Zax!" Cassandra declared and ran back toward the door. Tierra smiled. Cassandra was a hell of a woman, no doubt about it. Just as Cassandra reached the door, Zax staggered in. There was a large black mark on his shoulder. He'd had just enough time in the hallway to change into a shirt Tierra had scorched. "They winged him with a stunner," the friend declared. "Get him on the shuttle before he passes out!" "We can't fly this damned thing!" Tierra said. "It will fly itself. It's programmed that way. Zaxan wasn't sure he'd be there in the end, so he had me set it up to fly you home. Hit the green button, and then when you're outside the ship, hit the square red one. The square one. That's the stealth mode." The door to the corridor groaned. "They're overriding the lock! Go!" The girls helped the wobbly Zaxan aboard the ship and turned back to thank the brave friend. "Wait!" he called. "Zaxan, stun me!" Zaxan pulled a prop stunner from the panel next to the door, but dropped it to the floor. Cassandra picked it up and fired. It whirred and emitted a bright flash. The holographic friend character slumped to the floor. Tana provided a nice thud sound effect. "Why did we have to shoot him?" Tierra asked. "So it looks like we forced him to open the door. Go press the buttons," Cassandra said in a calm and commanding voice. "Green first. Square red one after we clear the ship." Cassandra guided her wounded hero to his seat. "You okay, baby?" she asked. Zaxan was stunned, but not by any weapon. This amazing Earth girl was a treasure beyond his imagining. If this was what Denubian females had been like before the Betrayal it was no wonder they had been dominant for so long. Zaxan was no longer playing his role to take advantage of her. He was playing it to give the noble girl the perfect moment Tierra had predicted. No girl had ever deserved such a moment more. "Brudel? He okay?" he asked, mimicking grogginess. "I stunned him. They'll think he's innocent. Later, tell him how brave he was, okay?" Zaxan rolled his head a few times. He looked at Cassandra like he was trying to focus on her face. "Bravvve and boot-full," he slurred. "Yes you are," Cassandra said, tears in her eyes. "Gonna pash ouwat. Wear offff in coupllle hoursh," he said and let his head slump down. She took him in her arms and held him. "Cassie, come up here!" Tierra called. Cassandra kissed Zaxan on the lips and rushed to the cockpit. He felt the love she now freely gave him. "Problem?" Cassandra asked as she stood behind Tierra. "No. Look. Is that...?" "Oh my god. It's Neptune!" "Long ways from home," Tierra said. "Yeah, long ways. But thanks to him, we're going to see home again, Tierra." "Thanks to you, too. You're kind of amazing, Cassie." "You did well, too, Tierra. Most girls your age would have panicked. You were as brave as could be." Zaxan could feel that Tierra was embarrassed to receive the praise after deceiving Cassandra, but the blonde just took it as a humble girl having trouble with such a compliment. "I have to go check on Zax." "Give him a kiss for me, Cassie." Tierra waited a moment and then pointed out the window into space and added. "Hey Cassie... I saw Neptune and pretty soon I'm gonna be able to see Your Anus!" It was the closest Zaxan came to giving up the whole thing. He was supposed to be out cold, but he had to open his mouth and moan to keep from laughing. Cassandra really was in space, just not nearly as far out as she thought she was. Tana kept the shuttle orbiting the moon for a few hours and projected the image of the solar system onto the windows. Cassandra checked on Zaxan many times, and only left him when Tierra called her up front to see some wonder of the stars. Zaxan wished they could show her every planet, but he knew she was too smart. The planets didn't line up along a straight route like they did in textbooks. A physics professor's daughter wouldn't fall for that. Still, the effect on her was profound. "I think that maybe engineering isn't my calling," she said quietly at one point. "What are you going to do?" Tierra asked. "Get back here, to space. I want to be an astronaut." "That kind of sounds like something I would have said when I was a little girl, Cassie." "I know. Everyone dreams of it sometimes, I suppose. But there are a handful of people who actually follow the dream, aren't there?" "You're smart enough, Cassie. And you're physically fit and brave as hell. You could do it." Tierra paused for a moment, and then Zaxan could tell that she was looking at him. Cassandra's eyes would have followed. "Sometimes dreams do come true, don't they?" Tierra added. "Yes," Cassandra answered. "Sometimes they do." Zaxan could sense that she was thinking of him as well. He rose shakily to his feet shortly before they landed. Cassandra was there, helping him. He asked her to bring him a medicine patch to help revive him. It was actually just a nutritional supplement patch. He stood up straight and became alert. "I'm going to the cockpit," he announced and took two steps in that direction before turning back to Cassandra. He kissed her and held her in his arms. "You truly are the dawn, Cassandra of Earth," he said and proceeded up to the cockpit. She did not move immediately to follow him. Zaxan could hear her breathing heavily, and he felt the romantic urges within her reach what he believed was an all-time high. A few moments later, she joined them in the cockpit. Zaxan had taken the ship off of autopilot and was on final approach to Earth. He guided the stealth ship down over Albuquerque and made a pass right over the city, strangely quiet in the hours just before dawn. "I believe we should drop you off first, Tierra," he said. "You have likely been missed, as you are so very young." Tierra nodded and didn't bring up the fact that she was ten months older than him. When he was over her house, he put her in the transporter tube and kissed her on the forehead. Before he could close the tube, Cassandra ran to her and hugged her tightly. Zaxan couldn't help but be aroused at the two beautiful teenage girls wearing nothing but bras and short shorts embracing. The fantasy he conjured in the moment wasn't to be, however, not if he wanted to give Cassandra the perfect adventure and a clean ending. "You have my number, right?" Cassandra asked Tierra. "Yeah." "It'll probably be a couple days before I get a new phone, but you can call me anytime you need anything, okay?" Cassandra squeezed Tierra's hand. "After all, I'm probably the only person in the world you can talk to about all this." "Thanks, Cassie." Tierra leaned back into the tube and the glass closed over her. In a final dramatic gesture, she pressed her hand to the glass, and Cassandra placed hers opposite it. With a shimmer, Tierra vanished. "To the university?" Zaxan asked. "I promised you something," Cassandra said, taking his hand. "Dawn over the Sandias?" "I won't hold you to that, Cassie." "I like it when you hold me, Zax." They landed the shuttle facing west in a small clearing and opened the wide hatch at the back. Zaxan left the stealth generator on, and kept a force field in place against the morning chill. He fetched a wide mattress from one of the beds and placed it on the floor right in front of the hatch. Invisible to the world, they had a perfect view of the mountains. "We'll have to wait a bit for sunrise," he said. "We'll occupy ourselves, I imagine," she answered as she snuggled in close to him. Zaxan was beginning to realize that perfection, even when stolen, was still perfection. "What is going to happen to you, Zax?" "I can't go back to the ship, but there's enough charge in the shuttle's core to get me to our colony in the Quarlon System. My cousin is there. He'll help me out. He's been trying to get me to come there anyway. It's a rough place, and they need medics." "You can't go home, can you?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. "No. Not for a long time at least." "You gave up your home so that Tierra and I could get back to ours." She wept softly and leaned her head down onto his chest. "Cassie, thanks to you I did the right thing. I have never felt more... free." "Stay here, Zax, with us... with me." "I would be stuck inside the shuttle. They can't detect me while it's in stealth mode. But if I stepped outside, they would recognize the Denubian life form and come for me, and that could lead right back to you and little Tierra. And I fear that even a human as brave and strong as you could not survive in the Quarlon System. It's not compatible with your bodies." "So, there's only this moment for us then," she said and touched his cheek, waiting to see how he would respond. He paused for a moment and then proceeded cautiously. "Cassie, how do your people... I mean I understand the actual act is much like ours... but now that you are free.... How do your people initiate lovemaking?" "I'll show you, sweetie," she said and pulled his face down for a kiss. As they kissed she lowered herself so that she was lying crosswise on his thighs. She reached up and took his hand and brought it to her bare belly. It was flat and smooth and warm, and Zaxan loved the feel of it. Subtly, she pushed his hand upward just a bit. Momentum and desire took it the rest of the way for him. Soon he was cupping one of her full breasts in his big hand. She made a soft purring sound, and Zaxan could feel the pleasure flowing out of her. "These are very beautiful," he said in honest fascination. He lifted the bottom of her bra, but her breasts were big enough that it didn't slide over them smoothly. "Let me help," she said and sat up. She unclasped the bra and cast it aside. She turned back to him and lifted his shirt over his head. "Oh," she said, touching the simulated burn on his shoulder with her fingertips. "Does it hurt, Zax?" "It did, until just now," he replied. He had been worried that the sight of the burn might revile her, but Tierra had assured him that a slight wound taken in defense of the girls would turn her on. Cassandra gently kissed it and then climbed into his lap, straddling him. She leaned her head back and offered her breasts to him. He kissed his way down her neck and then buried his face between her breasts. As he kissed them and teased her nipples with his tongue, Zaxan felt her physical passion build. Cassandra was a true romantic, but that didn't preclude her from feeling the lusty desires any teenage girl felt. But Zaxan realized that he felt something within her that he had never felt with Tierra. Buried deep within Tierra was a bit of shame that she was enthralled by the creature that had raped her. She now accepted that he was more than a brute, and had come to care deeply for him, but the shame would always be there for her. With Cassandra her love was given freely to a being she saw as being brave and noble. There was a certainty in her heart that was entirely new to Zaxan. It showed itself by allowing Cassandra to release unreserved passion for him. Each kiss and caress was an opportunity for her to experience romantic perfection. Zaxan alone could not have matched her unrestrained emotion, but he had Cassandra there to fill him with it, and he allowed it all in so that he could give it right back to her. As long as her love was pure, the love she received in return would have the same quality. Zaxan had been content to let the beautiful girl lead in the beginning, but he desired to become more commanding, and he was certain that she wanted him to be that way as well. He brought one leg back underneath him, and almost effortlessly he stood, even with her straddling his lap. She simply clung to him and let him bring her up far enough that she could stand on her feet. Wordlessly, he opened the snap on her shorts and brought the shorts and her panties down to her knees so that she could step out of them. His long hand reached down to her sex and cupped it. Cassandra slowly rose and fell against his fingers, her head snuggled to his chest. Occasionally, she would kiss his chest, but mostly she used it for support so that she could seek pleasure at his fingertips. She had become quite ready to receive him, so she pushed his loose-fitting pants to the floor and let his organ spring free. As he stepped out of his pants, he sensed a thrill from her. She would have had slight worries about what he would look like beneath the trousers, but seeing that he simply offered a large version of what human males possessed, she knew that their coupling would result in physical pleasures that would match the romantic experience they were sharing. "We're much the same, Cassie," he whispered. "I wish that I could make a child with you, but we are vaccinated against that before being allowed to interact with other species." "A child from you would have been beautiful, Zax, and well-loved," she said. He could sense that while she meant it there was some relief there, too. She reached down and took his shaft in her hand and began to stroke it, acquiring a feel for it. While she did it, he could sense her anticipation. She was fairly certain what was to come next and entirely certain that she desired it. Zaxan sank to a knee and gently cradled her in his powerful arms before placing her on her back on the mattress. He moved over her and kissed her as his legs found their way between hers. She spread for him, reaching for his shaft and guiding it in. For the first time in his life, Zaxan penetrated a female who had given herself willingly from the very start. It was an amazing moment for him. Never had anyone given him so much trust. Cassandra strained to take him in, but she was not in pain. She had taken lovers before, just never one with quite his mass. He could sense her ecstasy as he filled her more completely than anything had before. The rest of her body was not idle as her sex accepted him. She kissed his chest and dug her fingers into the flesh of his broad back. Her legs clutched at his bottom and urged him forward. She did not speak, but she gasped and cooed softly as she found gentle pleasures in his lovemaking. After only a few minutes, she sent out vibes that told him that her climax was near at hand. He kept up the gentle pace, and she released with a few soft sounds and an urgent clutching at his back. "Incredible!" she whispered then. "Incredible!" He held her close for a bit, but found that she was beginning to stir beneath him, signaling him that she was ready to continue. He began to move slowly, gradually increasing his pace. He did not stop when he reached the pace he had set before, but continued to make his thrusts more rapid and forceful. Cassandra's body was ready to accept the things that Zaxan's powerful form was capable of doing. He rose to his knees and took her tiny bottom in his hands. He felt her thrill at the display of his strength, so he took her hand and pulled her up into an embrace. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he began to both thrust into her and easily move her petite form up and down. She clung to him desperately, lest she be flung about like a ragdoll. It was a passionate and powerful coupling, but it never veered into anything less than a display of two star-crossed lovers' desperate desire to live their single moment together to the utmost. Cassandra was young and strong and passionate, and the moment was filled with every bit of romance a girl in her late teens could imagine. She found her release a second time. This one was more intense than the first, but it was still quiet. Cassandra buried her mouth in his neck, and her squeals were muffled by it. When she finished, she kissed the side of his neck feverishly as he continued to take her. Zaxan was nearing his moment now, and though he was nearly beyond being capable of thinking, he smiled knowing that she was completely unaware of his final gift for her. He pushed hard and deep into his willing lover's sex, and let his process of release begin. Cassandra's eyes opened wide as his first slow, powerful twitches began deep inside her. She knew he must be beginning to orgasm, and was starting to realize it was going to be far different than any human lover's release. Then, Zaxan's vibratory phase began in earnest. Cassandra had been well-satisfied already, but as the rapid vibrations stimulated her from deep within, she began to lose control. She clubbed Zaxan's broad back with her tiny forearm and then dug her nails into his flesh. She bit into his shoulder and then tossed her head back in a throaty scream. Her third orgasm of their lovemaking shook her to the core of her being. Never had she imagined that pleasure could become so intense that it could make her body react in such a way. Her mind swirled, and her heart shouted to her that this, this was the moment of her life. Never would there be anything like this again. What she was experiencing was beyond what her world had to offer. Then came her lover's actual release, and as her womb was flooded with his jets of lavender, she felt such a bond with him that she wanted to crawl inside of his body and stay there forever. She clung desperately to him and wept tears of joy, love and regret that this was to be their one and only time. Still, she knew that she had experienced something that she could treasure forever, and she was too strong to lapse into bitterness. Her body exhausted, and Zaxan overwhelmed by the power of her emotions, the two lovers wrapped themselves in one another's arms and watched the dawn over the mountains. They kissed many, many times that early morning in the Sandias, and they touched and caressed one another at every moment. Zaxan knew he had her now. The effects of the bonding created by the chemicals he had poured into her at the end of their lovemaking made this girl no less his love slave than Tierra. He could tell her everything, and she would forgive him and desire him and be at his beck and call any time he wanted to enjoy her body again. But he owed her something more than that. He owed her the perfection that could only be offered by playing the scenario to its end. He told her he had to go, and they got dressed. Most of her clothes were in a room only a few feet away from them, but there was something in retrieving them that felt too convenient. Zaxan decided that he wanted to keep them anyway. He was growing sentimental after only two days with humans. Then he realized that human sentiment could offer Cassandra one last meaningful gift. He gave her his shirt, the one with the scorch mark that had come from a fictional ray gun, whatever that was. She wrapped herself in it as if it was the greatest gift any girl had ever received. Zaxan noticed that she sniffed it many times, hoping to embed the memories even deeper than already were. At the end, Cassandra did not weep as he placed her in the transport tube. She was going to be brave for him one final time. "Goodbye, Zax," she said, "I will always love you." "Farewell, Cassie of Earth," he replied. He subtly used his thrall over her. "Remember me, but do not abandon other lovers for the memory. Live happily, love deeply and follow your dreams. I will never forget you." He closed the glass. Cassandra leaned her forehead against it, and he returned the gesture. "Now, Tana," he whispered, and Cassie of Earth disappeared in a shimmer of light. He kept the shuttle in stealth mode and moved it quickly to the park near campus to which he had transported her. He found her sitting on a bench, weeping softly. He watched her through the viewer for some time, and felt a great temptation to go to her and comfort her. But then, she lifted her head, kissed her fingertips, raised them slightly and waved the kiss off to the heavens. She smiled bravely then rose and began to walk back to campus. "Tana, record the last thirty seconds into memory and back it up." "Yes, sugar," Tana said in her sexy voice. "Where would you like me to back it up?" "All possible locations on the shuttle, the cruiser and at home. Never, ever lose that video, understand?" "Understood," Tana said. She used her normal voice. It was almost as if even the computer understood the import of the moment. Zaxan told Tana to return the shuttle to the desert and then headed to his bunk. He'd now known two human girls, and each had provided him with a profoundly emotional experience. Yet each experience had been entirely unique. As his exhausted brain gave way to sleep, he realized that there were over three billion females on this planet, and each and every one of them was probably unique. He would rest now, and dream of Cassandra, but when he had gathered his thoughts he would go back to exploring Earth girls. The human female, he decided, might just be the greatest treasure the universe had to offer.

Zaxan's Paradise 1: His First Earth Girl By Mannheim Knot NOTE: This story was originally published under another of my pen names. Same author, different incarnation. In this story series, an alien teen becomes the first of his race to reap sexual pleasures from the females of a recently discovered planet, a primitive ball of mud called Earth. He starts out feeling only the need to dominate females, but along the way he comes to understand that Earth women tap into parts of his being with which most of his people have lost touch. A beautiful Latina named Tierra becomes the first female of any species fourteen-year-old Zaxan has ever taken. Alien, NC, teen male/teen female, mind control . . . The wealthy males of Denubis Prime had little time to look at advertisements, but nearly all of them would always take the time to view any video that came with a Sarcorps logo attached. Sarcon always managed to provide the most pleasant diversions. So it was that one day nearly every Denubian captain of industry took the time to watch the plug he sent them for his latest find. They were surprised to see the face of the great man himself filling their screen. "Come to Zaxan's Paradise," he boomed, "the prettiest little planet in the universe and home to the greatest treasure any male has ever encountered... the human female! "Zaxan's Paradise is the exclusive property of Sarcorps, contact our travel division for arrangements now. Not sold yet? Of course not! You're an intelligent male with discerning tastes. Let one of the locals tell you why a visit to Zaxan's Paradise is one you'll never forget!" A naked human female, beautiful and tiny compared to a Denubian, appeared on the screen. "Please, great one," she said. "Come show me what pleasures I have yet to know." The woman was so filled with desire and emotion that her tiny body trembled. The communications lines at Sarcorps Travel were jammed within moments of the video's release. . . . Young Zaxan was enjoying being on his own, and he hadn't even reached Earth yet. "Tana, estimated arrival time?" he asked the onboard computer. "Two Denubian solar cycles, handsome," she purred in her sexy voice. Zaxan had programmed the computer to take on the vocal timbre and speech patterns of an Earth character who seemed to exude sex appeal. He realized she was an artistic representation Earthers called a cartoon, but Jessica Rabbit's voice came from an actual human. Whoever this Kathleen Turner was, she knew how to make a male feel like he was desired. "In their time demarcations, please, Tana." "Thirty-six hours, twenty four minutes, big boy." "Thanks, Tana." Zaxan turned back to the video of an Earther sex comedy and tried to understand the humor. Videos just weren't getting it done. Certainly even the appearance of a human female on a screen was visually stimulating, but he was forced to find all the linguistic nuances and emotional subtleties through close observation of audio and visual cues. Denubians traditionally understood alien cultures by sensing emotional vibrations. Nearly every race in the universe had emotional vibrations, but very few races could actually feel them the way Denubians did. Well, Denubian males at least. "Incoming message from Sarcon, Zaxy." "Thanks, Tana." He laughed slightly. `Zaxy' did seem like what an amorous Earther female would have made of his name. He hoped to hear a sweet diminutive version of his name from a real human female sometime soon. There was a slight delay in the signal, and the audio was out of sync, but even at this range it was nice to know that his father's face was only a few seconds away. Only a handful of Denubians had the means to access a comm system powerful enough to reach all the way to this end of the spiral arm. Zaxan's father, Sarcon, was one of them. "How are you doing, my son?" "Fine, Father. I've been following the same routes as your Sarcorp scouts took, and there have been no unforeseen incidents at all." "Good, good. I think you're going to have a remarkable time on Ear-uth." "Earth, Father. They roll the two sounds together with no extra syllable." "Well, I don't have the gift for linguistics my son has. Perfect marks three evaluation periods in a row! You've been very responsible, and you've earned this trip. I think you'll find their females very exciting. My scouts' reports indicate they have a great range of emotions, and that their little bodies are quite the wonder to behold. You'll be the first Denubian to experience copulation with an Earther female. I made sure that privilege was reserved for my son." "You seem very excited about that, Father. I think you wish you were the one making this trip!" "Well, I just can't pry myself away from the office these days. I've been expanding and acquiring new territories, as you know. I just purchased exclusive rights to Wastoon IV." "Father, that's six planets you own now. You could afford to take a break." "I'm just doing a little more to ensure your legacy, son. Then, I'll have some free time. Tell you what. If Earth turns out to be everything the scouts promised, I'll take you back next revolution." "You'll come with?" "I promise. Next revolution, provided your evaluations at the academy remain as high as they've been. Do we have an accord?" "If I say yes it's a binding contract, Father." "I understand. I'll make the trip next time. Now, as for this trip..." his father sighed and spoke in a sentimental voice. "A young male's first copulations should be special, and you deserve a treat more than most. Don't hold back. Reap everything you can from these Earther females." Zaxan saw the tiny flair of his father's eyelids. Unspoken was the notion that Denubian males would never again be anything but dominant with females. The cultural memory of what their own females had attempted to do had been passed down from one generation to the next. And with Denubians not only could the words and the facts be passed through the generations, the actual feelings of betrayal and wounded pride were passed directly from father to son as well. "I'll make the most of this, Father, I swear. Your money is going to be well-spent." "Looks like my meeting is about to begin, Zaxan." He gave a different sigh, not wanting to part with his cherished progeny. "I love you, son. I'm incredibly proud of you." "I love you too, Father. I'll be back before you know it." Sarcon and son touched their chests in a show of fondness, and then after they reached to touch fingers on the screen, it went blank. Zaxan continued to prepare for his vacation, or `exploration of pleasure' as Sarcon had called it. Zaxan was following tradition, but he was also helping break new ground. The Denubians had taken females from hundreds of planets, and had found some truly exciting ones in the process. But Earth females were a new experience, and supposedly beyond belief. They looked almost exactly like miniature Denubian females, but they had genuine emotions, a huge difference from what female Denubians had become. Denubis Prime had initially become a prosperous planet because of its highly intelligent females, but every Denubian male craved lovers that felt something, anything. Denubian females no longer had that to offer. For as far back as Denubian history could go, the females had been dominant. They were smaller, but more intelligent and ambitious than their males. Still they were kind and benevolent mates. Their incredibly deep empathic bond with their males ensured that they would not enslave them or debase them. But then the all-female ruling council had decided that their fondness for their mates was holding back the progress of the Denubian females. They attempted to rid themselves of the empathic connection. The viral genetic engineering the females attempted on themselves generations ago had gone horribly wrong and left them entirely bereft of passions. Lacking the emotional drive to dominate, they had become subservient to the males. The males had emotions as always, but they also felt angry that their mates had tried to distance themselves from them in order to truly make them into a servant class. The failed experiment would forever be known as "The Great Betrayal." The Post-Betrayal females turned out to be even more productive. They focused their minds solely on their work, intellectual curiosity seeming to be all they had left in their brilliant minds. The Betrayal had enhanced their formidable intelligence even further, and as unintended side effect, their physical forms had grown larger and more powerful than their males. But once their females had become emotionless, Denubian males could no longer form any empathic bond with them. Males saw them simply as functionaries. Since the male view of genetic tampering had become understandably dim, they did copulate with their hulking females, but only to procreate. Pleasures and tender female companionship they sought elsewhere. Yet pleasure-seeking with alien women had its limitations. Certainly some of them were fairly compatible physically, but a being wants to experience passion with its own species. That was doubly true for Denubian males, since so few of the aliens they had yet encountered experienced strong emotions. With their once fiercely passionate females forever altered, Denubian males felt somewhat alone in the universe. From the secret early reports the Sarcorp scouts had submitted, Earth women were essentially the same intelligent and intensely emotional creatures that Denubian females had been before the changes. But Denubian males were no longer the soft-hearted followers they had been before the Betrayal. In search of females and other less exciting but nonetheless useful resources, the Denubians had pushed outward and conquered planet after planet. It seemed that their females had been right about one thing. Every culture dominated by males eventually turned to conquest. Zaxan nearly salivated at the prospect of his personal conquest of some young human females. "Girls" they were called at his age. Every sleep cycle during the journey had given Zaxan an opportunity to learn their language from the hypno instructor. In the course of twelve sleep cycles, he had mastered the vocabulary and syntax of nearly a dozen of their major dialects. He had been informed that it was still tricky to understand the Earthers because they were creative speakers and employed many metaphors. The hypno instructors would contain those metaphors as well--in Version 2.0--but his father's Sarcorp linguists said that version would still be in development for another six lunars. Zaxan parked his father's executive cruiser in orbit around the earth moon, leaving the ship in stealth mode. He took the shuttle for the short hop down to the planet. For some reason, the space-to-planet transporter disrupted the primitive Earth communications systems, and the scouts had discouraged Zaxan from making use of it. The transporter itself was unaffected, but there was a fear that frequent disruptions of their communications might be upsetting to the Earthers. A shuttle in stealth mode, on the other hand, came and went without causing so much as a ripple in their lives, and the surface-to-surface transporter didn't have enough power to disrupt their communications. Besides, the shuttle his father had provided was big enough to convert the cargo bays into a handful of small rooms. Zaxan set it up so that the rooms would be roughly similar to human bedrooms. He planned on entertaining more than one female, but figured that each would like their own space. They were not known to generally be group breeders. After settling on a place called Albuquerque as a landing spot--`alb u querque' meant `pretty little pet' in his own language--Zaxan landed in the nearby desert and then transported himself to a location likely to have a variety of girls. This place was called a `mall.' Zaxan loved it from the moment he arrived. The bathroom stall he utilized to arrive in concealment was hideously smelly, but it was a new smell, a new experience. He left the bathroom and traveled down a short corridor to an area known as the food court. Apparently, humans generally bred in private but frequently ate in public. That seemed primal to Zaxan, but wildly exciting. The whole mall was noisy, and entirely too bright. Well, the scouts had said that human hearing, smell and eyesight weren't as acute as Denubian senses. As he inhaled the powerful aromas in the food court, Zaxan began to wonder if they had any sense of smell at all. But the people were the greatest wonder. They were smaller than him, but he thought their forms were mostly quite appealing. Their activity, however, was nearly indecipherable. They seemed to either be in a tremendous hurry, or concentrating on doing nothing at all. It was all very alien and very wonderful. Two groups of young males caught his attention as they eyed each other across the food court. Zaxan was certain that they were going to fight one another. There seemed to be no real reason for the dispute; perhaps it was ritual combat. The young visitor nearly stayed to watch that, but he hadn't come here to simply study local customs. The yearning that had haunted his loins for nearly two revolutions was too powerful. Zaxan did the time conversions in his head. A human year was a little longer than a Denubian revolution. He was now barely fourteen in human years. He would have been roughly twelve Earther years old when the sexual urges began. His focus shifted to the females. All the humans were smaller than adult Denubians. Only one or two of those assembled here were even as tall as Zaxan, and he wasn't quite fully grown. The females were, by and large, smaller than the males, delightfully so. There were a few girls standing near the groups of boys preparing to fight. One girl sent off more of an emotional spark than the others. Her hair was black, and her eyes were dark brown. Her face looked younger than those of the other girls, but she was taller and thinner than the rest of them, nearly to Zaxan's shoulder. Her skin was a very light brown, but a bit of reddish color showed in her face. She was experiencing passions! "Come on, Hector," she was saying, pulling on the arm of a large male who looked a good deal like her in appealing face and lengthy proportion. "This is stupid. I don't need my big brother to end up in jail just because some other guys looked at him funny." "Go home, Ti," Hector said, gently removing her hand from his arm. "This is man shit." Zaxan realized that this was a metaphor. There was no male excrement present, and from what he could tell, dietary choices aside, there was no particular difference between the feces of their males and females. The Denubian realized that he truly desired this female, Ti. He knew he could not simply take her from this crowded place, however. He followed the longstanding procedures set down for procuring alien females. He fired a tiny dart from the tracer-gun he had altered to look like a human instrument called a ball-point pen. Ti felt a small pinch as it struck her bottom and embedded there as a tag for the shuttle's transporter. She turned and looked at the large boy standing behind her. Despite the profound difference in body mass, she slapped him across the face. "Dammit, Carlos, I am not in a mood for any of your shit!" she snapped. The opposing group of boys laughed at the sight of a girl slapping Carlos, and it set off the fight. Zaxan groaned. He had interfered in their ritual posturing. That had never been his intent. But it did create the very opportunity he had been seeking. Hector had cast Ti under the shelter of a table when chairs began to fly, and she was concealed from the view of the others. No one was paying her the least bit of attention, and Hector would likely assume she'd followed his advice and gone home. Zaxan activated the device, and she disappeared. The transporter would place her in the receiving tube of the shuttle, and the anesthesia gas in the tube would automatically kick in when an alien presence was detected. Ti would sleep for hours, or until Zaxan gave her a whiff of the antidote. Zaxan removed himself from the scene when security forces arrived. Besides, the crowd had begun to disperse to avoid the fray. He moved around the mall and eventually tagged two more females. One was a talkative little blonde whose breasts were disproportionately large compared to her otherwise diminutive frame. She was with a group of females that seemed to possibly be five or six years older than Zaxan. A few of them wore University of New Mexico logos on their clothing. He knew it might be hours, possibly even days before she was isolated enough to transport. She was very social, extremely attractive and of an age where she might have companionship even in her bed at night. Zaxan regretted the delay, but he already had a girl back in the shuttle. The third girl he tagged was quite tiny, and Zaxan thought that she was likely a couple of years younger than him. Denubian males desired tiny females. This little one captivated Zaxan. Her hair was orange, and her eyes were blue. She was clinging to the arm of her older brother and staring up at him as if he were some sort of hero. Perhaps he was. He wasn't very tall, but he was quite powerfully built, and he wore a jacket with several clanking medals hanging from it. Zaxan wanted desperately to have this girl look at him with the admiring eyes she cast upon her brother. She might have been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He knew for a certainty that this little treasure would be hard to extract and keep for any length of time without causing a great furor. He planned on utilizing the most classic of procedures. He would bring her to the ship from her bed and return her before morning. Zaxan returned to the small cubicle in the men's room and transported back to the shuttle from there. Tana would track the movements of his two recently-tagged females. He was anxious for his fun with his captured Earther girl to begin. He gently moved the beautiful dark-haired girl from the transporter booth to one of the bedrooms. As he took her into his arms he was amazed by the fragrance that enshrouded her. The atmospheric filters kicked in, and the computer informed him that there was a chemical substance present on her skin in trace amounts. "Is that what I'm smelling, Tana?" he asked. The computer confirmed his suspicion. "Shall I remove it, honey?" "Is it dangerous, Tana?" "The only effect it seems to have is to increase your sexual arousal. Yummy." "It sure does that. Cross-reference the database. Is this what they call perfume?" "You're right again, Zaxy. You're so smart a girl doesn't stand a chance with you, does she? Shall I have the filters remove it?" "Negative. Analyze the chemical composition and record it. I may want to reproduce some of it later." "Anything you say, Zaxy. Pleasant copulations." "Thanks, Tana." Zaxan studied his prize. She was definitely tall for a human female, and she was slender. She wore denim shorts with tights of a sort covering her long legs. Her white shirt was only buttoned in the middle and exposed her flat belly where she had rolled it up and tied it. Her hair was quite fascinating to Zaxan. It was long and very black with a wave to it. Denubian hair was rich and full, but it was always straight. He touched her hair for a while as she slept. It was soft, not unlike the hair of his own people, but still he liked hers more. He decided that since clothing was prohibitive to intercourse it would be best if he removed hers before he woke her. He hummed a gentle tune as he went about it. Music was a constant in any culture that experienced emotion. Zaxan quite liked the Earther music that he had heard on his way here. He was stimulated by the raw emotional power of something the humans called "Metal," but he also liked the pleasant little melodies they used to calm themselves. He stopped short in his humming when he removed the last article of clothing. He had expected her to have hair on her pubis, but he found none. Had he misjudged what age and features typically accompanied sexual maturity in human females? He inspected her more closely. Her pubic hair had been intentionally removed. Humans were full of strange rituals not covered in the scouts' database. He would ask the girl about it after their copulation. He removed his own clothing and then waved a vial of antidote to the anesthesia under her nose. He set the vial aside and waited the few seconds it would take for her to revive. The girl sat bolt upright in the bed and cast her eyes around the room. Immediately, she began to show signs of emotion. She was terrified. Zaxan had expected a bit of apprehension, but this was even better. It was so powerful and vital. Her agitated state affected her body chemistry and created a slight change in her odor. Zaxan inhaled, and it sent a powerful rush through his body. "Where the fuck am I?" she demanded. "Who the fuck are you? Why am I naked?" He tried to answer her in a manner that employed the same metaphors she had used. "You're the fuck aboard a Denubian shuttle. I the fuck am Zaxan, and you're naked to make it easier for us to have some fucking sexual intercourse." "You fuckers grabbed me from the fight, didn't you? Somebody drugged me and brought me here. Hector is going to kill your ass dead if you don't let me go!" She stood on the bed and seemed prepared to fight Zaxan. "I am not a member of the other faction of boys fighting at the mall. I am a Denubian. I have procured you for my sexual pleasure." "They sold me to some foreign fucker?" Zaxan could hear her heart pound. He heard and saw things more clearly than her species did. But the visitor was amazed to find that the emotion his captive was projecting now was closer to anger than fear. It was even more powerful within this girl than the terror had been. She must have been what the humans called `brave.' Zaxan moved slowly forward and spoke in a calm voice. He wanted to see if he could manipulate her emotional state through the tone of voice he used. "Not foreign in the way you think. I am an alien... the outer space kind, not the human immigrant kind." "Stay the fuck away from me, and quit feeding me bullshit." "Explain the term bullshit. I'm sure it's not literal." "Quit fucking lying to me!" she said, seeming to think he was stupid for not understanding. "Oh, bullshit is lying. Man shit is fighting. What type of shit do you females have?" She stared at him blankly. "It's not important. I am not lying. Tana, lift the wall behind me." The computer lifted the cargo bay wall that had been in place to make the bay seem more like a human bedroom. As the wall pulled upwards, the girl was given a glimpse toward the cockpit of the shuttle. "Oh shit!" the girl said and backed up on the bed so that her hand could rest on the wall and support her. "Versatile word `shit'," he mused aloud. "I suppose I am strong enough and tall enough to have intercourse with you while standing. But I really think I should try it in one of the more traditional positions for the first time. Would you like to lie on your back, kneel on all fours, or mount me?" The girl's anger spiked again, but so did her fear. It was quite a potent cocktail, and Zaxan grew ever more aroused. As he drew in a deep breath and sighed, the girl moved to action. She took a step forward and then launched off the bed, trying to kick Zaxan in the head. Zaxan hadn't anticipated that a female possessing roughly half his overall body mass would attempt to disable him physically. Still, despite their small size, this species did not seem to possess the agility of Denubians. He knew for a certainty from catching a glimpse of the humans' fight that they also didn't have nearly the physical strength he possessed. Zaxan stepped slightly to the side and caught her in mid-air. He used her forward momentum to spin himself around and place her back down on the bed. "Oh god," she moaned, realizing that she was hopelessly outmatched. Still, she did not give up and rolled to her belly in order to try to crawl away. Zaxan saw his opportunity. "From behind it is, then. Good! Good! Let's begin. My organ is already quite stiff." He held her hips in place and tried to slide into her from behind. His shaft slid beneath her and along her labia. "Whoops! Missed. Sorry!" he cried out, laughing slightly at his own clumsiness. "To be fair, this is my first try, and you are squirming about quite a bit." He slid one arm around her waist and used a hand to guide himself into her. He found that her channel offered some resistance. "Are you small, or am I rather large?" he asked. She did not respond, but simply wept and continued to struggle. Perhaps she thought he was speaking to the computer again. He should call the girl by name. What had her brother called her? He stopped a few inches inside of her and paused to think. It was difficult to focus since the warmth and tightness of her vagina coupled with her constant movement greatly stimulated him. He finally remembered. "Ti? Ti, are you tight inside, or am I just big compared to a human?" "I hate you, fucking pig!" This was different from before. She had been angry, but this new emotion, hatred, was quite powerful. Denubian males experienced all these emotions, but not as fiercely as humans seemed to. Something in the emotion sparked a response that Zaxan had not anticipated. He started to feel some anger and resentment toward her as well. Emotions were designed to be reciprocated, he supposed. He tapped into hateful words he had learned in her language. "Shut up, bitch!" he shouted. "Fuck you!" Something in the moment brought Zaxan to an almost frenzied level of lust. In preparation for his expedition, he had read a work or two of human erotic literature that contained the phrase `hate fuck.' Zaxan had found it very perplexing until this moment. Suddenly he understood it. He drove his shaft deep into her and thrilled to hear her scream. He was defeating her, humiliating her. He liked this way of doing things. It was very emotional. He began to pound away at her, and sought for the words in her language that could express how he was feeling. "My big cock is pounding your tight little cunt, and there's not a thing you can do about it!" She wept and continued to scream as he took her with ever greater force. He had not struck a hymen, but found that he had some difficulty opening her deeper passage. He believed he was striking her cervix. With some work, he found an angle that let him slide deeper inside of her. He felt victorious. She was helpless against him. He was completely dominating her now. "What a weak little slut you are, Ti!" He declared joyfully. Despite his attempts to maintain the hateful tone of their encounter, he found his anger fading as he realized he was ecstatically happy with what he was experiencing. Her emotions were more consistent. She still hated him. Still, her body began to respond to the invader. She had been very dry at first, probably because of her unwillingness and the pain of being created by the disparity between their sizes. But now her body had adjusted, and she was getting wetter and wetter inside. "Oh, you like being Zaxan's little bitch, don't you?" he said, wanting to honor her hatred by still behaving in a vile manner. "No!" she screamed pitifully. From every sign that Zaxan could detect, she meant it. She did not like what he was doing. He found that he didn't care much about that at the moment. Perhaps her mind would catch up with her body in accepting him. Either way was fine with him. There was going to be plenty of emotion for him to enjoy no matter what. And the physical aspect was now all the more satisfying because her insides were not just warm and tight but wet. Every stroke was met with resistance, but also acceptance. The strange duality of it all was intoxicating. "Please," she sobbed. "Please stop!" Zaxan certainly did not feel like stopping. The sensations were incredible. Her body pleased him very, very much. And her displays of emotion were driving him to greater passions than he had ever known. He explored her body further. He leaned up and began to play at the entrance to her ass. He had learned that it was considered `nasty' by some, but pleasing to others, to use this as an entrance to a woman's body. He wasn't about to remove his cock from its current location; nothing had ever been so intensely pleasing to him. But he felt as if her small bottom should be utilized for something. He jammed a finger into it, and she screamed again. He wanted to feel another jolt of her humiliation. "Your sweet little ass is mine, too, Ti." He worked the finger in and out of her as he continued to fuck her pussy. She seemed even more defeated as he did this, but at the same time she never stopped fighting him. Zaxan was still trying to regain his hatred for her, but he was failing. She had such spirit and strength of will. He was glad, in a way, to know that while he was dominating her, he wasn't breaking her altogether. He was quite certain that no other species produced females like this. He continued to fuck her hard, and pulled his hand from her ass so that he could grab and squeeze her breasts. He had liked the way girls' breasts looked on their small bodies, and he now found that groping and pinching them was even more pleasing than ogling them. He knew he was just scratching the surface of what a girl's body could do to give him pleasure, and it was already far more than he'd expected. He had a quick thought that he was going to work very hard to get perfect marks during the next evaluation cycle so that he could come here with his father next revolution. But his thoughts were soon completely focused on his impending orgasm. The Sarcorp Stimulator VII he had used countless times in the past two years could bring him to climax, but it had never made him feel anything close to what he felt in this moment. He was going to unleash his seed, but he was going to unleash it into another being, a being whose fiery emotions were far more intense than any he had ever experienced. "I'm going to fill your girly pussy with cum, my alb u querque!" he cried merrily, and then his ejaculation process began. His cock began to twitch slowly and then eventually to vibrate with great speed. Normally, this entire process took a Denubian male only thirty seconds or so to complete. But with this much passion flowing through him, the vibratory phase of his ejaculation alone lasted well over a minute. During this time, a drastic change began to overtake Ti. Her anger and fear were temporarily washed away. Zaxan experienced a wave of ecstasy sweep through him and realized it wasn't merely his own pleasure but also the girl's physical response he was feeling. Apparently the erotic stimulation of the vibratory phase was more intense for her than even the horrors of her situation. She moaned and then began to thrash about in a frantic manner. Her sex produced far more moisture than before and she climaxed just before Zaxan's actual release. "Oh, my fucking god!" she managed to say in a choked whisper. Then she went completely limp as the alien pumped a half-pint of his lavender semen into her. It gushed back out of her and spilled onto the bed. The experience had been quite exhilarating for Zaxan as well. He was not exhausted like Ti, but he was coming down off an intense emotional high. He slumped to the bed on top of her, taking her in his arms. Some post-coital instinct must have kicked in with Ti, causing her to snuggle against him. It surprised Zaxan. He had read Earther literature with accounts of the way human females reacted after forced coitus, and this didn't seem to match up with the normal response at all. He had assumed he would have to give her memory blockers and send her back home to never recall anything that had happened here. But now, he was thinking that maybe she would come to accept it. For several minutes, the pair clung to one another, simply breathing and feeling the other's presence. Then, Ti began to softly weep. Zaxan liked the feeling of her weeping onto his chest. He sensed in her a desperate need to be held, and even though he was her tormentor, he was her only option. He remembered that Earthers liked to kiss lovers lips-to-lips, and he did that. It made him feel tender inside. She kissed back a few times, and that created even more of a warm feeling inside of him. The girl looked up at him and held him in her gaze for a long moment. "You aren't going to kill me, are you?" she asked in a voice that lacked the terror that should accompany such a question. Zaxan answered in what he hoped was a soothing voice. "I don't see how that would bring me pleasure, and even if it did, it would be against all the rules of our society, and yours from what I understand." That seemed to satisfy her curiosity on the rather important point of her survival. She touched his cheek and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "You're a beautiful boy, but you raped me," she said softly, and Zaxan sensed not anger or hatred, but disbelief. He wondered if this was the emotional fugue humans called `shock.' "It seemed unlikely you were going to give me sexual pleasure by choice," he replied, still trying to soothe her with his voice. "And I came. God, what a whore I am." She was ashamed, but she didn't seem depressed. She sought comfort by holding ever tighter to the being that had shamed her. She seemed to bounce from one emotional state to another with no regard to logic. There had to be something unforeseen at play here. "Yes, you climaxed right at the end of my vibratory phase. You didn't seem to be enjoying it much before that." "That was real? I thought I was just going insane." "I take it human males don't vibrate before they ejaculate?" he asked, beginning to understand why it had been such a stunning physical stimulation for her. "I wondered why there was no mention of it in the literature. I thought perhaps speaking of it was taboo. You see, in our species, both partners need to climax to procreate. The male vibratory phase generally elicits an orgasmic response from the female. Although, from everything I've heard, most females don't seem to climax as dramatically as your species does." "So that's why I came? Your vibration thingy made me do it?" There was a sense of profound relief coming from her. Zaxan was finding himself hard-pressed to keep up with the reasoning behind her emotional shifts. "I believe so, yes. Is that important?" "It means I didn't get off on getting raped. I just got driven to cumming by that thing you did." "That would be slutty, getting off on being raped, right?" Zaxan asked. "It would be scary as hell, and yeah... I guess it would have been slutty." She was quiet for a moment. "Do you have any idea why I feel good inside? I should be terrified and angry and trying to kill your ass right now." "Well, I think I might know why. I couldn't figure it out at first, but I think I have now. Your physiology is more similar to Denubians than any other species with which we've copulated. Our semen seems to have an effect upon you that is similar to the way it affected our females before the Betrayal. Scientists have theorized that an evolutionary process made it so that immediately upon receiving a male's semen, a female would desire a gentle bonding with him. In the old days it would increase the likelihood of couples remaining together to raise the offspring. As soon as you snuggled in to me, I wanted to calm you and treat you kindly instead of debasing you further. So, apparently the reaction of your body chemistry is the same as our females' natural reaction used to be." "I should be clawing your eyes out," she said. It would have been clear even to a being without empathy that Ti now had no intention whatsoever of harming Zaxan. "I'm glad that you've chosen to be snuggly instead," He told her. "Your naked body feels quite nice in my arms." There was a long moment of silence between them. Then, out of nowhere, Ti said, "Both." "Both what, Ti?" "What you were asking before. Both things were true. I am pretty tight, and you're pretty big." "You've had sex before. I didn't detect a hymen." "A couple times, with Carlos. He was nice at first. Then he was really an asshole afterwards. That was last year. I haven't had a guy since." "Ti?" "Tierra, please. Only my brother calls me Ti." "Tierra... was I... any good?" "You fucking raped me. I hated it," she said sadly, but without anger. "Then you did that weird trick at the end and it felt incredible, and you apparently gave me some kind of love potion in your cum. So, in the beginning you were awful, but in the end I felt a lot better than I did after fucking Carlos." "Oh," Zaxan said, thinking a bit. "I kind of liked the part where I was raping you. You gave me emotions that I've never experienced before, well not to anywhere near that degree." "What do you mean I `gave you emotions'?" Tierra sat up on an elbow and traced a finger across his chest. "I can sense your feelings. You humans have very powerful emotions." "You're a vampire!" she declared as if it should have been obvious to her all along. "A vampire?" That wasn't Zaxan's understanding of what a vampire was at all. "You're like an alien sex vampire, only you feed off our emotions instead of our blood." "Oh, an analogy... I have difficulty keeping up with human languages sometimes." "And I'm under your thrall. None of this is my fault." Again she seemed comforted by her helplessness. Zaxan never would have felt that way. All Denubian males were reviled by the notion of ever being dominated again. "I never thought any of it was your fault," he said. "I'm the physically dominant being. I took what I desired from you." "And you could take it again," she said and trailed her fingers down his side. She wasn't quite asking him to do it again, but he could sense her arousal. She was becoming ever more bonded to him as the semen dispersed through her bloodstream. "And you could put a baby in me if you wanted, and nothing I could do would stop you." "Not allowed, I'm afraid," he said in his soothing voice. While he had no desire to be responsible for a hybrid offspring at his tender age, he suddenly found that the idea held a certain appeal for him. "Besides, I've been vaccinated against impregnating females until I am of age. I'm only fourteen by your years." "Me too," she said. "For another couple weeks. My Quinceanera is coming up. You could be my escort. Everyone would like to see me with a nice guy like you for a boyfriend." "Boyfriend? I like you, but I hardly know you, Tierra. And I have other human females I'd like to copulate with." "I don't mind," she said airily. "I am down for whatever makes you happy. You're the greatest guy in the world." She paused for a moment and then giggled. "Greatest guy in the universe, I should say." "So, you're willing to continue to have sex with me even though I'll be taking on other girls?" Zaxan finally realized the depth of what was happening. "What else would you be okay with?" "Oh, anything you wanted, anything at all. I'm your girl, Zaxy." Zaxan tried not to get overexcited, but it was all adding up to something wonderful. Human females weren't as big and physically rugged as Denubian females. The semen was going to have far more profound effects on them. This was going well beyond a desire to be cuddly in the afterglow. "Tana, do a medical scan on the girl. How long are the effects of the semen going to last?" Tana calculated silently for a few seconds. When she spoke it was an odd mix of the character he'd asked her to play and the role of the computer she was designed to fulfill. "The molecular bonding with her internal organs seems essentially permanent, my love. Unless her major organs are replaced, she will respond to you in this manner indefinitely. She loves you forever, just like I will, Zaxy." "Is she going to become obsessed with me and unable to function in her society?" he asked, fearing the answer. "Hard to say for sure, Zaxy, but all indications are that her actions are essentially a response to your handsome presence. If she is apart from you she will likely remain very fond of you, but the intensity would greatly lessen." "Tana?" Tierra asked in a dreamy voice. "Are you saying that if I leave here I will be normal, but if Zaxy is around I'm going to feel like I do right now?" "Shall I answer her, loverboy?" "Go ahead, Tana," he instructed the computer. "Yes, Tierra. Your description is essentially accurate," Tana informed her. "I like that," Tierra said. "I want to feel like this, but I don't want to have to be like this all the time. Are you okay with that Zaxy?" "Oh, yes. Yes, I think that will do just fine," he said. Zaxan smiled and rolled Tierra to her back and kissed her. He felt a burst of joy from her as a second coupling appeared imminent. But he also felt another burst of joy, and its intensity surprised him. He was becoming used to having strong feelings coming from the external source, Tierra. But never had he felt such a passionate emotion arise from within himself. Never had he been so genuinely happy. The most beautiful and passionate females in the universe were going to become his to command. This was going to be the best vacation a Denubian boy ever had, and his father might just have to purchase exclusive rights to one more planet this revolution!

Some Sort of a Hero 1: Origins, Dinah and Clay By Mannheim Knot >>>>> MC, superhero, bg, non-sexual violence >>>>> This is the first installment in a completed multi-part saga detailing the complex relationship between a boy with tremendous mind control powers and a young woman who is a genuine superhero. This chapter details the "origin story" of the traditionally heroic Dinah, and Clay's psionically controlled first sexual encounter with a beautiful classmate. We see Clay's first reluctant steps into Dinah's world. PS--A few of you may have seen this written under my old pen name and posted on another site. I am the same author. >>>>> JULY 4th, 1990: The girl couldn't have been more than nine. She was beautiful and pure and perfect in the way so many girls that age seemed to be. Her long blonde hair almost outshone the glow of the mid-morning sun which glinted off the golden Star of David necklace she wore. She was the type of child that made most grown-ups sigh and long for their youth. But in this moment, concern, even a trace of fear, clouded her angelic face. Her innocent eyes cast about hopefully searching for her daddy. She could not see him. She was alone in the throng. She tried not to weep. Her family had raised her to be strong. She came from a long line of heroic people. She had an ancestor who had won the Congressional Medal of Honor, one who had been arrested several times during her Suffragette years, and several who had shown daring in the circus life. Tight rope walkers, trapeze artists and a string of strong men and strong women colored her family tree. But Dinah, for all she showed signs of being the next brave Rosen, was only nine and lost. She had a big heart and worried most about how upset her father and sister must be. The tears began to flow. Such a treasure should be carefully guarded by parents, and normally Dinah Rosen was watched closely. But somehow, in the mass of people lining the streets to watch the parade, Dinah had been swept away from her father as he had turned to hoist her little sister from the stroller and place the toddler on his shoulders. Dinah eventually gave in to full-on weeping and clutched a lamppost to avoid being swept further. Daddy was only fifty yards away, but he may as well have been a mile from her. The man shouted her name at the top of his lungs, but Dinah could not hear him over the tumult of the marching band. Another man, a man with a gentle face and a heart of stone, heard Benjamin Rosen calling Dinah's name, took note of it and began his own search. He spotted the weeping child and approached her. "Dinah?" he asked in a hopeful voice. "Yes," she said, turning in hopes of seeing someone she knew, someone who could lead her back to her father. A man she did not know was smiling at her. "There's a man looking for you. He has another little girl with him. Your sister, I'm guessing?" "Yes! Where are they?" "The pay phone wasn't working so he went to my van to use my CB radio to call the police to help look for you. The van's right over here," he said and offered a hand. "Hold on tight. I wouldn't want you to get pulled away again." She took the hand, and he led her down a sidestreet to a plain white van. The man winced slightly as she tightened her grip. This little one had more strength than the others. Still, she was just a tiny bit of a girl and he was more than three times her size. Besides, she was the paragon of young girls, the essence of the thing that tempted him, the thing that drove him insane. He had never seen a girl that made him feel more powerful. Possessing this spirited little beauty, doing as he pleased with it, and then destroying it... that would show them all that he was master over these dangerous little creatures with their magically maddening eyes and bodies made to make men sin. No matter how strong she might be for a little girl, she would be his greatest victory. Things would go his way. Dinah liked the look, but not the feeling she got from this man. Still, in a moment she would be with her daddy. Daddy would keep her safe. The man opened the side door of the van. "He's right in here," he said to her. "I found her!" he called into the van and pulled her toward the door. Just as Dinah realized the van was empty, the man threw her in through the side door and leapt in after her. Dinah saw him descending on her and brought her feet up in front of her chest in a panic. She shoved with every ounce of her strength, feeling for the first time ever that she was fighting for her life. She had always been a gentle child, but every bit of violent force she could muster was in that kick. She heard a tremendous twisting sound of metal and the sickening crack of bone after bone being shattered as her leg thrust hurled the man upward and literally through the roof of the van. He sailed across the sidewalk and into the brick wall of a building. He slid down and hit the pavement like a sack of wet trash. He would never rise again, never rape or murder again, never tear another little girl from her family again. Dinah ran away from the van and back to the crowd. She never told her father what had happened. Surely, she had broken his rule about talking to strangers, even been lured to a vehicle like she had been warned so many times to never let happen. Some of her innocence died that day, but something else was born, something that Lake City would come to cherish. For even as the evil man who had attacked Dinah Rosen left the world, Dynamo the Girl Wonder entered it. +++ AUGUST, 1999 Clayton Teller had always been pretty good at getting what he wanted. It showed in almost everything he did, but perhaps nowhere more clearly than in youth football. He was a fast runner, faster than the other little boys on the team, but not some wonder just on that account. The thing that made him special was his elusiveness. Whenever he planted a foot and leaned, it seemed as if the entire defense bought the fake and dove in the direction he wanted them to go. They would commit themselves for just a heartbeat too long, and he would cut back and race up the middle untouched. "Shiftiest damned runner I ever saw," his coach would say over and over. Everyone agreed, but Clayton wondered if something else was happening. By the time he was eleven and preparing for middle school football, he hit the changes that come to all boys in due time. Perhaps his came a little more quickly than most. He got a little taller. He wasn't bigger than all of the other boys, but tall-ish and a little wider in the shoulder than most. He began to get hair in places he'd never had it before. Perhaps the most wondrous change of all happened to his eyes, for they had taken on the ability to see girls in an entirely new way. He'd always liked them more than the other boys did, but now he saw their beauty as an entirely new form of allure. Fortunately, this bit of magic seemed to happen to the opposite gender too, because the girls began to see him in a new way as well. Two words the boy had heard thousands of times began to mean something entirely new when the girls said them now. "Hi, Clay!" suddenly sounded like a siren's call. He knew he was well-liked. Everyone had always kind of wanted to play the games he chose. The kids had gravitated toward him and elected him to school council every year. He even sometimes managed to talk teachers into showing movies instead of teaching classes. And of course, he racked up touchdown after touchdown, and everyone loved it when he did that. So, the fact that the girls now purred or happily chirped his name when they greeted him was welcome, but not a complete surprise. One afternoon at the pool things began to take on yet another dimension. Becky James was there, along with the other popular girls. When Clay walked by they greeted him. Clay smiled and returned the greeting. When he saw Becky, developing more rapidly than the others and wearing a shiny bright green one-piece that proved it, his smile got even bigger. Certainly the sight of Becky always made him happy, but today the girl, rather a talented artist, had added a special touch to her swimwear. Emblazoned on the smooth fabric of the suit was a symbol Clay recognized and loved. Hell, everyone in Lake City recognized the Dynamo Rose. It was beautiful and mysterious. The entire thing seemed to be bursting from a royal blue Star of David, but the perfect red rose in bloom had a tiny hole in the center. Some said that it was the symbol of her own death, that Dynamo knew that sooner or later she would take a bullet to the chest and die. But most believed, as did Clay, that the tiny hole over her heart represented that the heart was accessible, that Dynamo was a romantic soul. Becky must have fashioned the Rose and applied it to the suit herself. Dynamo never licensed her logo, even though everyone wanted it stamped on their goods. Somehow, the fact that a girl as seemingly perfect as Becky still looked up to a heroine evidenced her humility and sweetness. It made Clay practically sigh out loud to see it. He stared for a moment too long and he knew she had caught him. "Dynamo's awesome," he said quickly and moved away, but not before he had noticed that her smile had grown bigger as well. He wished with all his heart that Becky would follow him over to where he was sitting with his friends. He had rarely wished for anything as badly as he wished for that now. When he took his seat, he followed the other boys' gazes and looked up. Becky was standing at the foot of his chaise. She waited there, shyly twisting a lock of her shoulder-length black hair around one finger and saying nothing. She seemed happy enough, but a little uncertain as to why she was there. She looked nervously at the group of boys ogling her shapely little form and then cast her eyes on Clay in a way that seemed to ask for help. "Why don't you guys go swim?" Clay said firmly. "I have to talk to Becky." The five other boys simultaneously hit the water like an offensive line firing off the ball. Hell, most of them were on his offensive line. "Have a seat, Becky," he said, trying to use a towel to conceal his excitement at seeing her there. "I wish she'd just sit on my knee," he thought. Becky sat on his knee. "I wanted to come over here," Becky said with a shy little laugh, "but I'm not really sure why." "Maybe you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked hopefully. "I do," she said, seeming to realize it at the moment. "I totally want to be your girlfriend." "That's awesome!" he said. "You're the sweetest girl in class." They smiled at each other and then stared. The two sixth graders had no clue how to proceed with the relationship now that it had been established. He had liked her for some time, and he was sincere when he complimented her sweet nature. Not that being a pretty, sweet, artistic soul was all there was to Becky James. She had a lot of sides to her. Clay remembered when one of the other girls had blabbed to all the boys that Becky was having her first period. Jason Metzger had kept calling her the "rag-queen." She ignored him twice, and then knocked him flat on his ass the third time. Clay had laughed to see Jason getting what he had coming, but he also felt a bit more admiration for the girl who had let him have it. Yes, ever since then Becky had struck Clay as being everything a person ought to be. And Clayton had just managed to get this perfect girl to be his very first girlfriend. But he had no real experience to tell him where to go from this point. Clayton wished that she would just kiss him and then hold his hand. His spine tingled as she did exactly what he wished for one too many times in a day. Her warm, full lips pressed to his, and she cradled his hand in hers. "I just suddenly wanted to do that," she said, but then her honest nature caught up to her. "Suddenly, like since fourth grade," she said and blushed. Clayton thought seriously about what should come next. He was beginning to piece it all together. He had always had a little too much influence on his peers and teachers; even his mom was strangely cooperative when he really wanted something. And he had always known that faking people out in sports had been just a little too easy to simply chalk up to "good moves." And all those things had gotten easier and easier as the years had gone by. Now that he was growing, hitting puberty, this thing that he had--a superpower--was growing as well. He was controlling the sweetest girl in his class without even trying very hard. Then again, she had just admitted that she had always been pretty interested him. Yes, there was the chance that maybe, just maybe, he and Becky had been brewing for so long that all this was happening naturally. Clayton wished very hard that Becky would say the phrase "hokey-pokey." Becky got an odd little look on her face. She hadn't had that look when he wished for the other things. Then she looked at Clay as if she had something tremendously important to tell him. "Clay... Hokey-pokey," she whispered sincerely. "Say, Becky, let's go over to my house," he said, finally certain. "You are my girlfriend now. It would be okay." "Sure. It really would be okay. I have to say goodbye to the girls, though," she said. Becky skipped away and began excitedly talking to her friends. They were astonished, and Clayton was even convinced that one or two looked quite jealous. Becky, in their minds, had engineered the whole thing. She had gone right up to the most popular boy in class, sat on his knee, kissed him and immediately got to be his girlfriend. Clay, for his part, walked to the edge of the pool and waited for the guys to notice him. He smiled, raised his eyebrows and then walked toward Becky, took her hand and strolled out of the pool with her. The boys imitated a girl crying, "Oh, Clay, I love you!" "Kiss me! Kiss me!" and the like. Becky and Clay blushed, but they also smiled. They were eleven and holding hands with someone they liked. Life was good. Clay only lived a block away from the public pool, but dozens of possibilities had danced through his mind by the time he had walked his beautiful new girlfriend over to his house. He had only one more obstacle between him and paradise, but it was an obstacle he adored with all his heart. He was going to try and do what he had done with Becky, and if it worked... well life was going to get even better. "Mom, you know, Becky, right?" Clayton said to Rae Teller as the pretty woman spun her desk chair to face the door and see why her son had come home early. "Yes, of course!" Rae said brightly. "I also know that Becky is holding your hand." A fond tear trickled down the pretty mother's face. "So, my little man has his first girlfriend." She wiped the tear away. "Sorry, I get silly about him growing up so fast," she said to Becky. "Can I get you kids a glass of lemonade or something? The stock market won't go away if I take a break for a minute or two." "Actually, Mom, we were thinking about going up to my room and listening to music or something." "Well, Clay, I don't really think that's a good idea. And I'm pretty sure Mrs. James wouldn't want Becky in a bedroom alone with a boy." "We're old enough, Mom. Time to let go a little bit," Clay said somewhat firmly. There was a strained look on Rae's face. She was a strong woman, and she was being asked to go against her conscience. This was very different than getting Becky to do things she'd almost certainly wanted to do in the first place. Clay tried to slide around his mom's defenses rather than just bulling through them. "Mom, you don't want to be overprotective, do you? You've always been so cool about everything. I'll bet you're the coolest mom in town." Rae blinked a few times. "I guess I was just being overly cautious. It's hard to know when to let the reins slip a little when you're raising a boy on your own, Becky. Clay needs to remind me sometimes," Rae said, and suddenly her internal struggle seemed to pass. She had been given the option to be a cool mom, something she had always striven to be. "You two enjoy yourselves. Still want me to bring you that lemonade?" "Privacy, Mom," Clay said. "Becky is kind of shy." "I was that way myself at her age," Rae said, wiping away another fond tear. "I guess I grew up almost as fast as you kids are," she said. "Almost," she repeated quietly. Clay led Becky up to the door of his room. She smiled her shy smile all the way, but she stopped at the door. "This is going really fast," she said. "It's going to be okay, sweetie. You're my girlfriend, now. I would never hurt you. You should trust me completely." Becky smiled happily again. The notion of trusting him was something that struck her in just the right way. She was genuinely taken with him. All the girls were to some degree, but Becky had probably liked him the longest. She had hit puberty a little earlier, and her feelings had intensified sooner than the other girls'. She wanted to be able to place complete faith in Clay. It made life easier. She came with him when he pulled slightly. "I can't believe I'm going into a boy's room to make out with him!" she said brightly. "I never even kissed a boy before today at the pool--except in Truth or Dare, but that doesn't count." Her eyes were filled with happiness. Clayton was beginning to realize something else. The control was easier to exert over people if he phrased things in a way that offered something the person wanted or tapped into something they had doubts about. Mom had been resistant until he made her worry about being overprotective. He knew she always questioned herself on that score. Becky hadn't wanted to enter the room when it seemed she was making a decision about "going too far," but she had happily come in when it was presented as a matter of trusting Clay. In both cases, there had been a distinct change in the way it felt in his mind. At first it had been like he was trying to slice a block of cheese with a butterknife. Then, it suddenly felt like he was just trying to cut a stick of warm butter. With enough force a butterknife will cut either, but it makes the cheese crumble a little bit. He didn't want to make Mom or Becky crumble that way. He smiled and kissed his beautiful new girlfriend. She smelled a little like sunscreen, and that was a good smell on her. Clay led her to the edge of the bed. In theory, he knew what was supposed to happen now. He understood what all of the parts were, and he knew some things that were supposed to feel good. Older boys, even older girls, had always talked freely in front of him because they considered him a cool kid. Besides, he had been interested in girls early, so he had done a bit of internet research on his own. Even though it was almost the new millennium, those videos still took a long time load up, but they had been worth it. He was glad his mom had the house wired for internet because of work. It had turned out to really help with his "education." Becky, on the other hand, seemed to be a complete innocent. She was unsure of where to put her hands or exactly why he had begun to part his lips. Well, only at the very first with that part. She seemed to understand it after a moment, and she let him slip his tongue into her mouth without any additional pushing or coaxing on his end. It was when he began to slide the strap of her one-piece down off of her shoulder that she began to protest slightly. "Let's not go quite that fast," she said gently and tapped the tip of his nose with a playful fingertip. He didn't want to have to push her very hard, so he backed off that a little bit. He kissed her on her bare shoulders. She liked that very much, but he could sense that she was still a little leery. He realized that he had already given himself a foothold. "You trust me, don't you?" That suggestion had already taken root in her. "I trust you completely," she said in a voice that seemed happy. She liked trusting him. He was steering her in a direction she was comfortable with. "Then believe me when I tell you that if I pull that strap down and kiss you underneath the suit, it's going to feel really good." "O-Okay," she said with only a moment's hesitation. He hadn't really gone into her mind any deeper than before but he was still able to move forward. He slid the suit down over her orange sized breasts. She was definitely fuller and rounder there than most of the girls in his sixth grade class. And it turned out that she was very sensitive on her nipples. "Oh, wow! That feels so hot, Clay," she whispered and continued to gasp as he kissed and sucked at her nipples. One of the older boys had said his girlfriend liked it when he flipped his tongue over her nipples, so Clay did that. Becky squirmed and breathed heavily, clutching at his hair and pulling him closer to her. "You like the way this feels, don't you?" he asked gently. "Yes," she gasped and groaned slightly. Her little bottom bounced on the bed a bit. "Then you're going to like it even more when I get to your really sensitive places. Trust me." "I trust you, Clay. I'll like it even more," she said with only a trace of nerves in her voice. Even as she said it, he was steering her to her back and removing her Dynamo logo swimsuit the rest of the way. She glanced at it as it lay on the floor. It was like she hadn't quite realized how naked she was until she saw her clothing on the floor next to a boy's bed. Clay followed her eyes for a second. The sight of the suit had the same effect on him. If that beautiful piece of green fabric was on the floor, then the girl on his bed really was naked. He looked at her and then knelt, gently parting her knees. She trembled from head to toe but she didn't protest. He began to kiss her on the black hair above her opening. As eager as he was to keep going, he was a little scared to actually kiss a girl on her slit. What if it tasted funny or weird juices came out? Girls bled down there sometimes. What if he got a mouthful of that? He steeled his nerves and leaned in and tasted her. What the hell had he been nervous about? It was a little tangy, stronger than skin tasted, but it sure wasn't foul. And the smell was, well it didn't smell like anything else exactly, but it was a sexy smell to him. He began to kiss and lick faster and faster. Becky moaned and squealed slightly, and she squirmed away and then back. After a few more seconds she slid her hips closer, giving implied encouragement. Clay brought his thin fingers up and began to stroke and explore. He found a little nub. "Is this your clit?" he asked. "No, sweetie." He trailed his finger up until he found a little hood and touched that gently. After a few more strokes, he found a little had begun to rise. He softly rolled it between his fingertips and Becky slammed her hand to the mattress. "Found it!" he said to himself. He kissed it and sucked on it. He ran his tongue up the length of her slit and touched her clit at the end of each lick. Becky grabbed his hair and pulled it, but she didn't rip his head away. She just wanted to grab him, it seemed. "Oh, Clay, I think I'm gonna have an O!" she exclaimed. "Yes! A little more! Yes!" She didn't have a porno movie orgasm with wailing and screaming. She just whimpered slightly and gasped several times. Her legs clamped over his ears. He wasn't sure whether or not to stop; he kept going for a bit, and she seemed to be okay with it. He thought he had probably made it last a little longer, given her more of a chance to really finish it. Her hips sagged down and she let go of his head. She took a moment to catch her breath. "Oh, my god," she whispered. "That really just happened." Clay looked up at her and grinned. "Told you, you'd like it." "Scared the hell out of me," she said with a little laugh. "You look so pleased with yourself," she said. "Was making me cum really that much of an accomplishment?" "Well, first time I ever did that with a girl. It was really fucking cool, Becky." "It kind of was, wasn't it?" she said and smiled. She rolled her eyes when she saw that he was still grinning. She smiled too. "Yes, Clay, I really did like it. You could do that again sometime if you wanted. I just... I always thought I'd be like sixteen before anything like that happened." She smiled at Clay and saw that he looked a little guilty. The expression on her face grew more serious. "I'm glad it was you that did it," she added gently. "I kind of... when I pictured me being sixteen and doing this... you were always the boy I was with. You're the nicest guy, Clay." His grin returned. He'd made her cum. That was a hell of a thing in his book. It was all so wonderful it almost didn't seem real. But he'd pleased her and even made her get a little wild, grabbing his hair and slamming her hand down on the bed. But afterwards she was as sweet and gentle as ever, and she'd liked it and said he could do it again. "I think I'm just sweet with you because of how I feel," he said. "You've always been the coolest girl in class, and so pretty. I always liked you. Maybe I love you." "Maybe I love you, too," she said. Pushing that idea into her was so easy that Clay wasn't even sure he'd pushed at all. Sometimes it was hard to tell when he was pushing and when he was just wishing like any normal boy would. Part of Clay knew that this was all happening so fast that they were just talking crazy. They hadn't even really confessed to liking each other until a little while ago. But he felt something for her; that much was certain. "Yep," he said after thinking for a moment. "We're definitely in love." "I love you, Clay. Forever and ever," she said and smiled. Everything he'd asked from her had come so easily. It wasn't like he was making her do things she didn't want to do. He was just sort of managing to scoot past all the things that would have kept her from actually doing them. Clay decided he was fine with that. He wasn't enslaving her mind to make her feel something that was unnatural. She was definitely inclined to feel that way. Now that they were in love, well, there was no telling what they might do together. Well, there was telling. He could tell her and she would do it. But he didn't want to do that directly. Somehow, that wasn't his nature. That was when it dawned on him that he had just inadvertently given himself a way to see this through to the end without having to push her much harder at all. His feelings of affection were genuine, maybe they even were love. And her feelings seemed to be real, too. And so were their desires. Love and desire certainly meshed very nicely. "Well, were pretty much teenagers now, and in love, so it's okay to go all the way," he announced. He felt a barrier snap into place. "I don't think so," she said, suddenly alarmed. "Don't you trust me?" "You know I do, Clay." "And we're in love." "Totally in love, but that doesn't mean I'm ready for sex." "Ready?" he thought. That wasn't something boys ever really considered. There was no being ready. You took it when you could get it and were damned grateful to have it. He pondered for a moment. He still wanted to do this in a way where he didn't force an idea into her brain. He wanted to come at it sideways again and slip it gently into her mind. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just wanted to give you the ultimate sign that you were special to me. I mean, you know the other girls kind of like me, but have I tried anything with them?" "No, not that they told me," Becky said cautiously. "I haven't. And you know I haven't. You girls tell each other everything, don't you?" "Pretty much," she admitted. "I have been saving myself for the moment I finally got the courage to tell you how I feel. It has to be you, Becky. You're the only special girl in my life. I couldn't waste my first time on just any girl. It has to be you." "Oh, Clay!" she said, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I never knew it ran so deep inside of you." "Becky, I am so ready for this, but if you're not, I understand. I guess I thought you just had emotions that ran a little deeper than the other girls, that you understood what it feels like to burn inside." Becky liked the notion of being deeper, more mature than the other girls. And when Clay suggested that she was burning inside it began to feel to her that maybe she was. Becky did have feelings for him, and she had really loved the way that she felt when he kissed her most intimate parts. She had just had a real climax with a lover; none of the other girls had done that yet. She could look at it as her being slutty, or she could look at it as her simply being ready before they were. The latter notion was easier to swallow. When Clay talked about making love as being a sign of maturity and deep feelings, it made sense to her now. "Clay, I think maybe I am ready. It couldn't happen with any other boy, but you and I have something really special, don't we?" Clay wondered if he should have felt a little guilty. He was manipulating her more than just a bit. But beneath everything he said was the truth, and not just a little truth. His powers may have kicked in very recently, but it was only his affection and desire for this particular girl that had set them loose. Only Becky had brought forth enough willpower in him to turn wish into command. "We have something very, very special, Becky," he said and believed it with all his heart. "And we're going to be one another's first." The last was said with a certainty he hadn't used all day. The effect was profound. Becky kissed him passionately and then leaned back until she had pulled him on top of her naked body. She ran her trembling hands through his hair and then kissed him again. She was scared, he could tell, but she had no more thoughts of stopping this. His voice, and the force of will behind it, had left no room for doubt. The discussion was over, and the two of them were going to become lovers. Clay steered her hand to the waistband of his swim trunks, and then urged it down inside. Becky gasped as she touched hair and then found a rock hard shaft sprouting up beneath it. She understood enough to know how this was going to work, and it scared her. To an adult woman, the thing she held in her hand wouldn't have been very intimidating. It might have even been a little disappointing. But to a petite eleven-year-old virgin, it was more than enough to cause a little fright. "I've--I've never seen one," she whispered, "not on a boy older than five or six." "Take my trunks off, Becky." His voice was not stern, but it was definitely the voice of someone who knew he would be obeyed. Boys have an aggressive side; that's no secret. And when they find themselves in a situation where they are certain their amorous instructions are going to be obeyed, few pass up the opportunity to exercise their advantage. It's only the fear that they might give the instruction and have it refused that sometimes holds most boys back. Becky took his trunks off. He had to stand to help her out. They froze there for an instant, her sitting on the edge of the bed, him standing in front of her, his engorged member staring her in the face. "Take it in your hands and pump it a little," he suggested. Becky's hands wrapped around his shaft and she gently pumped it. He reached down and squeezed them, letting her know she needed to apply more pressure. She was shaking, but she was also fascinated by the way the skin moved over the stiff center and the way he groaned in pleasure as she made it happen. Clay had started this with the notion that he would then command her to suck it, but he never got around to giving that order. He was too aroused now, too close to wait. He pushed her back onto the bed, not bothering to turn her lengthwise. He had seen a video or two, or maybe two hundred, and suddenly he flashed on one in which the man had been taking a woman sideways across the bed. He copied it exactly because it was what struck him as the hottest way to do it in the moment, and because he could. The look of shock on her face when he grabbed her legs and brought them back so far that her knees were by her ears didn't give him pause. He knew it worked this way, even if she didn't. Clay brought his shaft to her opening and lined it up. "I love you, Clay," she whispered. He paused for a moment when he heard that. He leaned his face down close to her and they both reached so that they could kiss. "Next time, it will be the way you expected it," he said. "I just have to do it this way right now. Even if I seem a little wild, I still love you. Becky, I really, really do." She nodded and then closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. He pushed into her. His shaft turned aside for a moment. He had been lined up, but he had not expected her to be so tight that it would deflect him like that. "Steer me in." Becky took the thing that frightened her into her hand and found that holding it somehow helped stop her from shaking. She even pulled it toward her and helped him open her up by sliding it up and down the length of her slit a few times. Still nothing bigger than her finger had ever been inside of her, and Clay was definitely bigger than that. She groaned as she felt herself stretch, but then the cap on the end finally started to slip between her lips, and it felt good. "Wow!" he whispered. The guys he had heard talk about it only ever talked about tightness. They had never mentioned the warmth and the wetness. But Becky was only a few minutes removed from her climax, and she was slick and hot inside. It felt good on the bit of him that was inside of her, but he felt such a strong urge to go deeper that he couldn't just stay in this spot. He drove hard and suddenly, and he felt something give way. "OWIE!" she cried. "Oh god, Becky, did I hurt you?" Had he manipulated her only to end up injuring her? "Just hold still for a second. You popped my cherry." She took deep breaths for a long moment and then nodded. Clay slowly began to saw in and out, getting deeper with each thrust, and becoming more and more aroused as he realized she was going to be just fine. "Oh, Clay," she whispered dreamily. He knew it felt good for her then. It released the frenzy he had been feeling build up inside of him. Time and time again he drove as deeply into her as he could go. They were just the right size for one another. She could take him in, but she felt tight to him. He could go at her hard, but he wasn't so massive that he caused her pain. She moaned softly. "That's so sexy!" he said. There must have been some wish or command in his exclamation, because Becky immediately began to moan louder and more frequently. It sent him even further down the road to wildness. His feet nearly came off the floor as he drove into her with all his weight, barely over a hundred pounds. He was pinning her legs to the mattress by her ears, but she was eleven and flexible. She was actually one of those girls who could put her heels behind her head when she was showing off at slumber parties. This wasn't what Becky had imagined her first time would be like, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from enjoying it now. "Go fast, Clay! Nothing hurts anymore!" she said. He buried himself deep in her and clutched her hips. He picked her bottom up off of the bed and drove straight into her as her legs flopped down. Soon, she wrapped them around his bottom and helped support her weight. "Best ever!" he grunted. "You are incredible!" He continued going as fast as he could, and then the inevitable started to happen. He was going to cum, and he was going to cum soon. He had no thought of pulling out or of prolonging things. He just continued to pump away as she moaned and reached up to clutch at his arms. "I love you," he groaned as the surge overtook him and he began to fire long strings of semen into her. Time and again, he released until he was spent. He lowered her to the bed and collapsed on top of her. "Oh, Clay," she whispered. "Oh, my one true love." "You are the most beautiful girl in the world, Becky. I love you so much," he panted. He curled up beside her then, and they talked and kissed for a long time. She finally worked up the nerve to talk to him about the fact that they were old enough to wind up with her pregnant. He promised her that he would go with her to talk to her mom about birth control. She wasn't sure it was a good idea at first, but he pointed out that he was pretty good at convincing people of things. She had to admit he had a point. Clay walked her home that night, and they had the conversation with her mom, and unfortunately her dad walked in during the middle of it. Clay had to push way harder with him, and even his sideways maneuver playing on her father's protectiveness of her future didn't exactly go over easily. Yes, Clay had to push him pretty hard, but the boy got his way in the end. Becky was his then, and he was grateful to have her. He had been right all along. They were in love. But life has a way of complicating things, and life gets even more complicated when you're an adolescent with a superpower. SEPTEMBER, 2000 Clayton Teller had been in love for just over a year, and he was ecstatically happy. He could have easily wandered, but he didn't. That didn't mean he was without fantasies. His were perhaps even more vivid than those of the other boys, because Clay knew damned well he could make them come true. No classmate, no older girl, no pretty young teacher could resist him if he decided to bend his will toward having them. There was only one girl in Lake City that Clay was uncertain he could have if he wanted her. Her name--well he didn't really know her name--he called her Dynamo the Girl Wonder just like everyone else did. Lake City had a superheroine. She was young, too. Most people figured she was nineteen or twenty. Clay wasn't any more certain about her age than anyone else. Clayton and the rest of the citizens of Lake City knew just two things about her. She was beautiful, and they treasured her. Every girl in the middle school could draw her Rose, and they often did. Clay's own girlfriend made little Dynamo logos and sewed them into her clothes. Clay had a crush on Dynamo, like most boys did. A few of the guys hated any girl with that much power, but Clay had nothing but positive feelings for her. He counted his very detailed sexual fantasies as positive feelings. So, when Clay mused in the back of his mind on whether or not his powers could overcome hers it was all just in fun. If he ever met her, he would just stand in awe like everyone else. Or, so he thought. Clay's mom had surprised Clay and Becky with tickets to a fundraiser where Dynamo was the guest of honor. The Girl Wonder had decided to accept the offer since it was going to raise thousands of dollars for a shelter for sexually abused children. She was always talking about how people needed to help out kids like that, and Clay thought that was just one more way that she was awesome. After dinner in a college basketball arena converted for the occasion, Dynamo was supposed to give a speech, but she didn't. "You guys would rather just see me do some tricks anyway," she said with a laugh. Clay, Becky and Rae hardly found the things she did to be "tricks." They were displays of pure power and grace. She wasn't a flyer, but she could leap. She jumped from the stage and completely cleared the audience of two thousand people. She asked the entire head table of eleven dignitaries to pile up onto one table and then hoisted it over her head. She lifted the mayor by having him stand on one of her fingers. In the end, she then walked him up and down her hand, switching the finger on which he perched like a Harlem Globetrotter did with a spinning basketball. In a cute display, she used her other hand to cover her middle finger when she had him perched on that one. The audience was delighted. Becky squealed, "She's so cool!" and Clay was simply captivated by the blonde beauty. Becky could tell, but she understood. Then, the worst imaginable thing happened. A hail of gunfire erupted from the crowd. Five men rose up from one of the front tables and opened fire on Dynamo. She managed to dodge most of the bullets, but they fired about forty rounds and there was no doubt that several of them struck her. She was strong and agile, and her skin could turn aside most weapons, but she was not bulletproof. She staggered and fell. The men closed in on her, two of them gunning down police officers who had tried to come to Dynamo's aid. The assassins raised their guns to finish her off, but they never completed their mission. The five men suddenly grabbed their heads and shrieked in agony. A boy, no more than thirteen, stood behind them, his dinner napkin wrapped around his face like an Old West train robber's bandana. A pretty black-haired girl had been clutching at his arm, but he had ordered her back to their table and told her to keep his mother there. The boy stepped up onto the edge of the stage. He had actually placed himself between the gunmen and Dynamo! The assailants began to raise their weapons again. This time, though, they pointed the guns at their own faces and took them in their mouths. The boy shook with rage, and tears streamed down his face. He loved Dynamo, and they had done this to her? Before he could force them to squeeze their triggers, he felt a strong hand clasp on his ankle. He looked down to see that Dynamo had crawled to him. "Please, no," she whispered and collapsed. Clayton saw her then, her mask had slipped away. She was just a very beautiful and rather tiny girl, a college girl at the oldest, maybe even a high school girl. But her face was showing, and that couldn't happen. Clay understood what a wreck his life would be if everyone knew what he could do. He couldn't let that happen to her. He picked her up and carried her backstage, clutching her exposed face to his chest as he gave the gunmen the order to drop their weapons and lay on their faces until the police came for them. Cameras flashed, but he got Dynamo out of sight and into the arms of two policemen who were just arriving on the scene. "Who are you?" one of them asked. "I am... the Mindwalker," Clayton said and turned to go. He suddenly turned back. "Cover her face," he added. "Make damned sure no one sees her face." There was considerable command in that order. Both cops stripped off their shirts and placed them over her face even as the crowd of reporters managed to muscle their way through to the backstage area. The cops whisked her out the back door and rushed her to the hospital. With no Dynamo to focus on, the throng of reporters turned to the masked boy. "Who are you?" they demanded and shot picture after picture. "Leave me alone," he hissed. "Smash every one of those cameras. Do it, now. Crush the memory cards or film or whatever you have. There are no pictures of me, and no pictures of Dynamo!" He had never given a command to so many people at once, but it worked. He was pissed, and he was scared, and he didn't care how he got them to obey. That lack of caution seemed to increase his powers. Every reporter began attacking their cameras as if their very life depended on it. He went for broke. He strode out into the arena which had been converted to host the event. He got on the microphone. "Destroy any camera, any device which has unmasked images of Dynamo or any pictures of me on it!" he shouted. "DO IT NOW!" The room was filled with the sound of electronics being smashed, dunked in water pitchers, or even in one case, set on fire by their owners. "Who are you?" someone shouted. "I'm Mindwalker. Now leave me the fuck alone and nobody follow me. Mom, leave with the crowd. I'll meet you guys at the car as soon as I can." Dynamo remained conscious all the way to the hospital, and her amazing body was already beginning to heal itself. Still, she was in tremendous pain, and knew that she had nearly died. "Who was that boy?" one of the cops asked her, trying to keep her occupied. "No idea," she groaned. "He called himself the Mindwalker," the other one said. "Kind of crabby for a superhero, though." "Can't all be me," Dynamo tried to say in a cheery voice. It didn't sound cheery given the pain racking her body, but her being who she was, it sounded heroic. She said little else on her way to the emergency room. Even through her pain, her mind was focused on one thing. That kid had saved her ass, but then damned near murdered five men as an act of revenge. He was either the greatest potential ally she had ever known, or the greatest danger Lake City had ever faced. Either way, as soon as she was back on her feet, Dynamo was going to find Mindwalker, and they were going to have one hell of an interesting chat. + * + Mindwalker was just Clay again, hustling to his mom and Becky and mixing in with the crowd. They drove away from the arena in silence for a while, everyone too horrified by what had just happened to speak. Then, Rae and Becky found their voices at once and began asking Clayton too many questions for him to answer. "Stop!" he cried, and they both fell to silence in mid-question. "Mom, go ahead," he said calmly. "How long?" Rae asked. "Always, a little bit, but I didn't really see it until the day Becky and I got together. I fell in love, and my feelings for her were strong enough to trigger it," he said. He knew he was doing damage control even as he answered questions that would lead to Becky and Mom being very angry with him. "I never had a feeling strong enough before that," he said, trying to reassure his suddenly very alarmed girlfriend. Becky scooched a little bit away from him, but still held his hand. She was just getting a clear view of his face. "That first time... did you make me?" "I just played up the feelings that made you want to do it. I never commanded you to do it." "But you used powers to make it happen?" she asked. "To help make it happen a little quicker," he said, as if that fine distinction was going to make a difference. "Take me straight home, Rae, please," Becky said and slid all the way away from him. "You could make me forgive you, I suppose," she said. "Don't." "I won't," he said. "I love you, Becks." "I love you, too. I think. I don't know what's real in the whole world anymore." "You do," he said. "I don't really read minds, but I can sense how a person feels about something. What we have is real, Becks. It really is real." "I need time to think," she said. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" he asked. "No, and please don't order me not to. You have to trust me now, Clay. I don't ever want you to control me again." "I understand," he said softly. She was right. He could make her do as he wanted, but then again he couldn't. He wanted her to forgive him without being pushed. He couldn't have it both ways. "Me too?" Rae asked when she had decided that Becky's icy silence wasn't just a pause to think. "Yes, Ma'am," Clayton said. "We'll have our conversation when we're alone," Rae said and lapsed into her own icy silence. Streetlights flashed by the window. No one spoke until Becky got out of the car. "Rebecca, I am so very sorry," Rae said. "Not your fault, Rae," she said. "Thanks for everything. You've been great. Hell, you've probably helped me through more things this past year than my mom has. Rae, I hope we're still friends even if...." She looked sadly at Clay and didn't finish the sentence. The door closed with a thud. Clayton feared that there had been finality in Becky's last remark to his mom. "Any other girls?" Rae asked as they pulled away from the curb. "No, Ma'am." "Nice to know my son's not a serial rapist. Never had to consider the possibility before." "MOM!" "Clayton Teller, you used power to take that girl's virginity. It might not have been physical strength, but it was still taking advantage of someone in a situation that wasn't a fair fight." "It wasn't like that, Mom. I love her!" "So? If you pinned a girl down and took her, it would be rape whether you thought you loved her or not. This was... I don't know what it was, Clay." She drove on in silence. Finally, she spoke to him in a soft voice, choked with tears. "I'm sorry, Clay. I'm acting like you're some kind of monster, and you were just a little boy with a power no one should ever have to deal with. You were an honest-to-goodness hero tonight. This whole thing scares me, and I have no idea how to handle it." "Mom, I'm still me." "Yes, I think that you are still you. But all I can do for you is love you. I can't even imagine what you're going through. In a way, I should be impressed. All you've done is make love to a girl you genuinely care for. And if I understand what you said to Becky, you didn't even really force her even though you could have. I wonder how many other boys would have been as faithful. Hell, I can imagine most would have done some very horrible things." "I do think about other girls all the time," he confessed. "Thinking isn't doing, son. There's nothing wrong with fantasies." "Mom, you're the coolest parent ever," he said and reached up and placed his hand on her shoulder. He hadn't been trying to activate the thrall he held over her, but telling her she was a cool parent had been the trigger for over a year. He sensed an immediate shift in her attitude. "You know what, Clay? You haven't hurt anyone. You've been incredibly responsible with this. Just do what you think is best. I don't want to be overly controlling." Her mood had brightened considerably. Clay thought about snapping her back to who she had been a minute ago, but she had been in pain then. Now, she just thought of her son as wonderful. Why should he wreck that for her? He leaned up and kissed her on top of her head. "I love you, Mom." "Love you too, baby-boy," she said happily. "Son, you probably saved Dynamo's life. God, she must be in so much pain, though." "Mom, take me to the hospital," he said. "Of course, honey." Ten minutes later they were at the hospital closest to the arena. Clay walked up to the reception desk. "Blonde girl, with gunshot wounds?" Rae asked. "Are you family?" she asked, looking at the shirt he hadn't realized was covered with the heroine's blood. "Yes. Her little brother," Clay said and pushed into the woman's mind. Five minutes later he was in a room in the ICU. Rae decided that since she hadn't seen Dynamo's face she would keep it that way. She waited outside the door of the room. "Damn, she's waking up already," the doctor at the foot of the bed said as she showed the chart to the nurse. "How the hell is she doing that?" "Don't be curious about that," Clay said with command in his voice. "Don't be curious about me either. Just tell me how she's doing." "She's going to be fine," the doctor said. "The bullets seemed to work their way to the surface on their own, and her internal organs are healing themselves. We never even did the surgery. Not sure how well a scalpel would have worked anyway." "Will these machines warn you if anything goes wrong?" Clay asked. "Yes." "Then get out of the room. I want a meeting in ten minutes with everyone here who saw this girl's face tonight." He watched the doctor struggle with the command for a moment and then turn to go. "Doc, thanks for saving her," he said. "You're a miracle worker." The doctor beamed with pride, and she even touched Clay on the shoulder as she left. "Mindwalker?" the girl on the bed croaked. He got her a glass of ice water and brought the straw to her lips. "I just made that up in the instant. I had to say something. My name's Clay, Clayton Teller." He saw her mask and costume had been folded up neatly and placed on a table in the corner. He handed her the mask. She looked at her mask, but didn't put it on. "You're showing me your face, Clay." "Seems fair. I saw yours. You're so beautiful, Dynamo." "Thanks. And my name's Dinah," she said. Clay grinned. She must have liked his smile because she gave him a little more info. "Dinah Rosen." "Dinah Rosen? Dynamo's Rose! Cool. It's your name, your alias and your logo all in one." "I was never really all that creative," she said and gave one of her incredibly charming shrugs. This time it was a bad idea. She cringed in pain. "It's going to take me a few more hours until I can start to move like that," she said. "First time I've ever been hit more than once, and first time they hit anywhere but an arm or a leg." Clay sat by the edge of the bed and carefully took her hand. "I was so fucking scared, Dinah." "Me too. I thought I was done." She was silent for a while. "Would you have killed them, Clay?" "I don't know. Everything I was doing was just happening. I never even thought about the fact that I could kill someone that easily. And they attacked you. You're the greatest treasure in this city, Dinah. I was so angry. I've never felt that way before." "I understand. In the very first moment I discovered my powers I killed a man who was trying to hurt me." She seemed surprised for a moment. "Clayton, I never told anyone that before. But it happened." "You never kill the bad guys!" he said. "I was nine. He had me pinned in a van and was going to... well, I found out later he was wanted in the rape and murder of three other little girls. I kicked him as hard as I could. It killed him." "Accident," Clay said, excusing her. "And you probably saved other girls' lives." "Yes, but it taught me that I needed to control my powers. I'm worried about you, Clay," she said and looked deeply into his eyes. "Work with me and let me teach you how to find the calm place that lets you do your job without going too far." "My job? I don't want to do this kind of thing anymore! I just hope my girlfriend takes me back. She was there. She freaked out. Becky is the sweetest girl in the world. And she's almost as beautiful as you. But I think I lost her, Dinah." He got up and groaned. "Oh, fuck! I just want things to go back to where they were yesterday." "Time doesn't work that way, sweetie," she said. "Believe me, I know. Let me help you. You can be a real force for good in this world." In that moment, she wished for nothing more. There was something about this heroic but frightened boy that moved her deeply, more perhaps than it should have. "You're not listening to me, Dinah. I don't want to be a force. I just want to go back to being a guy with the sweetest girlfriend in the world and a mom who loves him. I won't hurt anyone. It was an extreme situation." "Extreme situations happen, Clay." "Not to me. Not before tonight. Look, I'm glad you're okay, and I still adore you, but I just want to be left alone. Can you do that?" Dynamo looked sad. She seemed like she knew something but didn't want to tell him. She let go of his hand. "Thanks for saving my ass tonight, Mindwalker," she said. "Maybe you aren't meant to be a superhero, but you are some sort of a hero. I hope you get your girl back. She'd be a fool not to forgive you. You're a cutie, and I think you have a gentle soul." Dinah blushed a little. She'd meant a little more then she'd realized when she called him a cutie. The boy was strangely compelling. Clay looked down at the sad beauty. An impulse overtook him, and he kissed her quickly on the lips before he left the room to go to work on the medical staff to ensure that they protected Dynamo's identity. He had never kissed a girl besides Becky, but he couldn't help himself. They were connected now, Dynamo and Mindwalker, Dinah and Clay. Their lives would eventually become more than merely connected by a single dramatic event. And the little kiss he had given her in the hospital would definitely not be their last.

Some Sort of a Hero 3: Dynamo's Mission By Mannheim Knot >>>>> MC, supers, mf, mF, anal, non-sexual violence >>>>> Clay lets Dinah take Mindwalker out on one of Dynamo's missions. Amidst the chaos, something unforeseen happens between them. >>>>> LATE NOVEMBER, 2000 Dynamo waited two days to catch Mindwalker alone. She never got the chance. He must have become more aggressive in how he was handling his mother, because she'd let the chick in the Mustang sleep over at his house the last couple nights. Dynamo finally figured she'd waited long enough. She leapt up to his bedroom window about ten minutes after the house got dark. She could see in the dark well enough to know exactly what was going on. The high school chick was bent over the computer desk, and the boy behind her was hammering her in the ass. The busty dark-haired girl was wailing in a combination of pain and ecstasy, so the boy never had a chance to hear the heroine land on his window sill. Dynamo opened her mouth to call his name. "Dynamo!" he said without looking up from his brutal anal fucking of the girl. "Come on in!" "Window," she said, averting her eyes. "Just kick it in. As you can see, I have my hands full." He reached up and grabbed the wailing girl by her full breasts. "Got in himmel, Clay! Show a little class, please!" "I suppose," he grumbled to Dynamo. "Stay right there, bitch," he said to the other girl. "Sleep." He reached down and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on. Dynamo waited at the window. Kicking down doors and crashing through windows was what she did at the bad guys' secret lairs. Despite the way he was acting, she felt like Clayton Teller was more of a scared, angry little boy than he was a sociopath. Clay opened the window and Dynamo landed on the floor without a sound. He wondered how someone with her incredible durability and power could be so damned light. He also wondered how she got away with wearing only her singlet on a night that had dropped below freezing. "You look like you only weigh a hundred pounds. That's what the girls in my class weigh, but they don't drop three feet without making a sound." "I absorb the impact into my body," she said. "Either that or these are magical pixie boots. I don't know how my power works half the time." "Me neither." She looked at the naked girl sleeping on his desk. "Not your beloved Becky?" she asked, fairly certain of the answer. "No. This is Melanie, a truly horrible person. We have some mutual self-interests." He looked at Dynamo for a moment. She couldn't take her eyes off the helpless girl spread eagled over the desk. "None of your business," he said. "If you're raping girls, it's damned well going to be my business, Clay." He sighed. "She signed on when she figured out what I could do. She's queen of all things at her high school now, and I get to do all the dirty things I want and not feel bad about doing them to a nice person. She knew that was the deal. She's pretty happy with it so far." "That's just fucked up," Dinah said. "Clay, I have to ask this, and then we can move on. Have you ever used your power to force a girl to...?" "No. Not really." "Not really?" she asked. "This is SO none of your business, but I'm going to indulge you since you're the closest thing to a person who could understand any of this. I did amp up Becky's trust of me the first time. But I didn't make her do anything. Still, it wasn't fair to do that to someone I really cared about, and when I admitted to it, she dumped me. Other than that, Melanie is the only one I've ever fucked. I play with her a little bit, jacking up how horny she gets and how much pleasure she feels from it. But like I said, she knew what I was and agreed to be my bitch in exchange for a boost in her popularity." "What are you going to do with her when you're tired of her?" "Kick her to the curb. There are no real feelings between us, and she's gotten what she wanted out of it." "Like I said, Clay. That's fucked up." "Whatever," he rolled his eyes and sat on the bed. He started to reach for the handcuffs he'd left there, thinking he should hide them. But there really was no way he was going to sneak them past Dynamo. He picked them up and began to play with them, figuring a brazen display of nonchalance was his next best option. "So, you dump her pretty soon and then what? You find another girl like this?" "No. I'm kind of tired of treating a girl like this. It was fun at first, just to do it. Now... well, she's a skank, and that's losing its charm. I think I'll just play the field and find some cute girls and do some fun stuff." "Clay, that sounds like you're just going to use your powers to get whatever girls you want." "Not really." "Your two favorite words these days," she said sadly. "Well, I will use my powers, but not in the way you think I will. I kind of have it figured out. You see, all I have to do is push the notion that I am really hot and make a girl feel horny when I'm talking to her. Then, if she's the type to want to do something about that, she'll let me know." "That's cheating!" "Bullshit. Look, when you're just Dinah you've still got a totally slamming bod, right?" "Clay!" "Come on... you're making me admit to all kinds of shit tonight. You be honest." "Okay. I'm kind of a hot girl." "There you go. Now, this is Lake City. Everybody goes to the beach. What do you wear?" "I see where you're going, Clay." "Humor me." "I wear a cute little bikini." "Because...?" "Because I look damned good in it and guys can't help but stare." "So you show them you're really hot and make them horny. I'm not doing anything different. Observe." He looked into her eyes. Dinah felt a flush pass over her. Soon, she began to strongly desire the boy that stood in front of her. He probably wasn't pushing very hard, but she'd always found him inappropriately attractive. That didn't mean she'd ever actually DO anything with him. But right now... damn! She just wanted to throw him down and fuck him. "Knock it off, Clay!" she snapped when her brain caught up to her raging body. "See? Perfect case in point. I affected you the same way I will the other girls, but since you have reasons you don't want to fuck me, you didn't act on your desire. I mean all your life you've probably had guys that turned you on, but you didn't automatically sleep with them. You only slept with the ones that you really liked." "Something like that," she said softly. She couldn't meet his gaze for some reason. "Holy shit!" he said with a little laugh. "Dynamo's a virgin!" Her face grew almost as crimson as her red sequined singlet. "Well, my life doesn't really cater to romance and relationships!" she snapped. It hurt her to think of that. There was something more to the story, but she didn't want to share that with him. He might feel sorry for her if he knew that part, and she really didn't want to look like a loser in front of a boy whom she rather liked even when he was being an aggravating little snot. She gave him another true, but not all-telling part of her reasoning. "Besides I'm a nice girl in all the ways my very traditional Jewish grandmother would approve of. I don't do hook-ups." "That's your choice, Dynamo. And it seems like it makes sense for the life you've chosen to lead. But I'm not a hero. I'm just a guy, and I'm an atheist, so no religious hang-ups." "My best friend is an atheist, and gay as can be. But she still has moral views on sex and relationships. You don't seem to have any." "I do!" he said, seeming genuinely wounded. But then he continued as if she hadn't hurt him at all. He twirled the handcuffs around on his finger. "My morals are just different from yours. I wouldn't do the same thing with Becky that I did a year-and-a-half ago. I would handle her totally different. I'm not even going to talk about Mel anymore. You know what that is. As for other girls, like I said. I just turn them on. They make the final decision from there. I never have, and I never will, completely take the power of choice away from a girl." "That'd better be true," she said. "Yes, Ma'am, Dynamo," he quipped and gave her a little salute. It didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped. He'd just banged himself in the eyebrow with the cuffs. He tried not to let her see that it hurt. He saw her grin slightly, but she didn't make a comment. "Anything else?" he asked. Dinah could hear the resentment toward her in his voice. She knew why it was there. She was coming across like her really religious aunt, always trying to get people to go to Temple more often, and to be very exact in how they followed the Torah. Dinah had always kind of figured her aunt might be right, but it was bothersome to get pushed that hard to do the right things all the time. Bothersome or not, Dinah had to push Clay some more anyway. There was too much at stake. She braced herself for the smart-ass comments and displays of bravado he'd make in response to her attempt to sway his thinking. "Only about a thousand other things I'd like to talk to you about Clay. Here's the big one. Tomorrow night, the cops are going to bust a smuggling ring. They are going to get there and find themselves horribly outgunned. The new police commissioner has decided that I'm an unauthorized civilian, and he doesn't want my help. He won't even listen to my warnings about how big time these guys are and what kind of firepower they are going to have. I'm going to have to disobey his orders and help out or some good cops are going to die for nothing." "Sorry. The old commissioner treated you right, didn't he?" "Yeah, he really did," she said quietly. "But he wouldn't listen to me about diet and exercise. He's recovering from the stroke, but he's never going to be able to work again." "He was your friend, huh?" "Yes, he was Clay. I spent a lot of time with him, and I think he was one of the few people who really understood what it's like to be me. I could use another friend like that, even if he is a fucked-up perverted thirteen-year-old." "I really like you, too, Dinah. And not just because you're hot. You really are hot, though." She chuckled softly and smiled. He wasn't trying to upset her now. He was just being kind of a tease. She could live with that. When he dropped his edge a bit, he was kind of charming in a horny adolescent way. "Anyway, there is another option. I could protect you and discretely get you into position to take the bad guys out before the cops bust in. You made the guys who attacked me fall asleep. Do that again. When the cops find all these unconscious bad guys sitting around with rocket launchers and assault rifles, the commish is going to understand that he needs to take my intel seriously." "I'm not a hero, Dinah." "Yes you are, but don't even think like that. This won't be heroic. They'll never even see you. Cops will probably think there was a gas leak that knocked them out or something." "And what will you ask me to do next week?" he asked. "Nothing! This is a one-time thing... unless you decide you like it." She smiled and batted her eyes at him. "Ahhhh! You're doing it!" he cried and pointed at her. "What?" she said, feigning that she was feigning innocence. "Using the hot bod and that perfect smile and those big blue eyes to get me to do what you want." "How's it working?" she asked and licked her lips. "Pretty damned well," he admitted. "Look, you can give up--" she gestured at Melanie, "--this for one night and give my lifestyle a try." "It'll cost you," he said. "Cost me what?" "One very sweet and innocent kiss, completely tongue and hands free." She sighed heavily. He was non-stop horny, but there was something so much brighter and decent about his mood and his approach than there had been five minutes ago. She couldn't help but like him again now that he had let his angry attitude fall away. She gave him the kiss. Dinah started to feel herself flush again. She was even starting to feel a bit turned on. The little shit! "Clayton!" she snapped. "What?" he said, obviously stunned by her reaction. "I'm--I'm sorry," she said. "I brushed against the nightstand, and I thought you put your hand on my ass!" "Dinah, I have a world class crush on you, but I completely respect you. Even when I'm pissed at you, I still think you're awesome." "Yeah, I was being stupid," she said. "If I ever touch your incredible ass, I'll be sure to have your permission. You could break me like a matchstick." "I would never hurt you, sweetie," she said. "There is an angel inside you just fighting to make its way into the world. I'm gonna be your friend until that happens, and then I'm gonna be your friend for a long time after." She stepped to the window and slid between the pane and the frame. "Surprised you made it through there with those perky little breasts of yours," he whispered in a voice no human should have been able to hear. "I heard that," she said shaking her head but smiling. "Meet me at the Long Street newsstand by Pier Seven at 10 PM tomorrow," she said. "'night Clay." She dropped the twenty feet to the frost-covered lawn without making a sound. She began to jog away. "God, what a sweet ass," he whispered. "I heard that, too!" she called. "I know," he whispered. He wasn't quite sure, but he thought he heard her laughing as she kicked into her actual running speed and disappeared from view in an instant. He turned to Melanie. "Wake up, Mels," he said. "Get dressed." "Wha--wha? Clay was Dynamo here?" "No, you passed out again, Melanie. Must have been dreaming." "Oh. It seemed so real. I'm sorry, Clay. I didn't mean to pass out on you. Sometimes the pleasure just gets so intense that I can't handle it. I feel okay now. Want to finish?" "No, honey. I think it's time you should go home." "But you fixed it with my parents. They don't mind if I stay, and you know I like waking up with you. Wait a minute! You called me by my name, and then you called me honey!" "I meant to show you a little respect. This thing, what we're doing. It's all over. I'm not going to treat you like a bitch anymore." "You're dumping me?" "Not really," he said, and then laughed at himself. He did say that a lot lately, didn't he? "You and I aren't really a couple, so I can't dump you. I'm just ending the arrangement." Melanie looked at him like she was the one with mental powers and she was going to kill him on the spot. Then, she did something Clay did not expect. She broke down sobbing. "I'm too much of a bitch, right? I've been trying to change lately, Clay, really I have!" She sank into the desk chair. "You kind of have," he admitted after thinking about it. "You are a little better." "But I still disgust you, right?" "No. The two of us together disgust me. We've been feeding each other's worst instincts." "We'll work it out, Clay! I don't want to lose you!" All this was completely taking Clay by surprise. He should have sensed her feelings changing, but he didn't. Come to think of it, he had been completely ignoring everything she felt or said for about the last month or so. "Do you really want to be nicer?" he asked. "You know I can't lie to you!" "That's true. Stay sitting right there." Melanie trembled and gripped the arms of the chair. She knew he was going to work on her mind. "Don't make me a complete wimp," she whispered. "Don't think I could if I tried." He took a deep breath and tried to think of exactly how to word such an important command. "Be nicer to people, in general," he said in the end. It really kind of was that simple. It left her wiggle room to defend herself in her sometimes vicious circle of friends, but it made her basically predisposed to kindness. "That's it?" she asked. "Yep. When we get to school on Monday, we'll tell everyone you broke up with me because you just weren't ready for anything long term with anyone. Still good friends, no reason for anybody to take sides... blah, blah, blah." She still cried to know it was ending. Would that make her friends realize he had ended it? No, things like that happened all the time. Girls could initiate the break-up and still cry over it. But she looked up at him in gratitude. "You'll go along with that? I broke up with you?" "Sure, Melanie. Think of it this way. If you really are nicer to people, I'll be glad to be your friend. And we haven't really had that before, have we?" "God, Clay. I got so wrapped up with you even when I kind of thought you were the devil. Now, there's this angel starting to peek through, and I'm losing you. Are you sure we couldn't...?" "No, Mels. There's some things here I think we're both better off leaving behind us. Oh, speaking of which... I remove any unnatural horniness for me from you." Melanie sighed. That pressure that had been inside her for so long was gone. Then she looked at him, the shirtless thirteen-year-old boy. "I'd still do you, Clay. In a heartbeat." "If it wasn't for everything else, Mel... me too. God, you have a rack on you, sweetie." "Where the hell did I leave my clothes?" she asked and finally started to get dressed. When it was all done, he walked her to the car and kissed her goodnight and goodbye. She drove the Mustang down the same street Dynamo had just taken. It took the car a good deal longer to disappear. When Clay walked into the house, Rae was standing in the hall outside her door. "Was Dynamo here?" she asked. "I thought I heard her voice." "Yes, she was, Mom." "Are you in trouble?" "No, not at all. She wants me to help her with something." "Nothing dangerous, right?" "Shouldn't be, and she'll be there with me." "Okay. Did Melanie leave?" "Yes. She and I are done." Rae smiled. "Oh, thank God! I know I've promised you I won't interfere in your love life, and I won't. If you're anything like I was at thirteen, you wouldn't have let me anyway. I try not to judge, but I have to tell you, son. I simply did not like that girl." "Neither did I for the longest time. She's trying to change, and she can't do that with me around. We started out all wrong. We'd fall back into it." Rae nodded. "Your father and I were terrible for one another, too. He had a way of playing these head games with me. At times I liked it, even though I knew it was bad for me. Then... well, he hit the road as soon as he found out I was pregnant. It was the best thing for you, I think. No child should have been raised in a house where we acted like we did. I even moved from Cleveland to Lake City for a fresh start." Her eyes misted up a little bit. "Clay, I did alright by you, didn't I?" "I couldn't have been raised by a better person, Mom. You've been amazing!" She smiled, but she still looked a little sad. "Clay, I know you have a good heart. Just make sure you use it a little more." She crossed to him and held him. He was quite a bit taller than her now. That really wasn't a surprise. About all Clay remembered people telling him about his dad was that he was really tall. Six-foot-six from what his Clay's Grandma Krebs had told him. Clay held his mom close. He hadn't done that in a while. "Mom, something happened with Dynamo tonight, and I wanted to talk to you about it." "Go ahead, honey," she said, leading him to her room and sitting him in her favorite reading chair as she sat on the edge of her bed. "I was really, really angry at everyone after Becky left me. And I was really mad at myself for making it happen. That's what led to a lot of the stuff with Melanie. But when I was with Dynamo, I stopped being angry. She doesn't like the way I can be with girls sometimes, but she didn't act like I was a total creep once she understood it a little more." "If I was going to trust anyone's judgment on what it's like to learn how to use special abilities, I guess it would be hers," Rae said with a nod. "But Mom, then she smiled at me... and I've only ever felt that way when Becky smiled at me. Am I in love with Dynamo?" "Son, every decent boy is going to be a little in love with Dynamo. She's the Girl Wonder, after all. But I don't think you're in real love with her, not like it was with Becky. You're probably just... smitten." "Smitten?" "Too old-fashioned a word?" "No, Mom. I think it's perfect. Thanks." He stood and kissed her on the head. "I'm pretty smitten with you, too, Mom. Not in a creepy way, though." "Good, because with what your brain could do.... I'm smitten with you, too, little boy. But, you know, not in a creepy way." They both smiled. "So then, you won't mind that I invited my computer teacher Mr. Danes over for dinner Wednesday?" "What?" "You haven't been on a date in like three years. Mr. Danes got divorced around then. I asked him over to check the audio system on the home theatre. It doesn't sound quite right, and Danes used to work soundboard for New Kids on the Block." "New Kids, really?" she gasped. "He KNOWS them?" "Keep Hangin' Tough, Mom. So, anyway, Danes'll help me with that and then you'll serve him some dinner as payment. I'm not going to pull anything shady, but I am going to put the two of you in the same room together with your incredible lasagna and a bottle of wine." "He really KNOWS them?" she asked again. "Yeah, Mom. He really does." Clay chuckled and headed upstairs. He'd been meaning to do something like this for her for a while, but somehow all his own bullshit had gotten in the way. Clay went upstairs and brushed his teeth. He got another Soul Flash. It was almost completely his own reflection, even though some of it looked like it was hanging onto his anger. But one side of his head bore a long beautiful lock of blonde hair. Melanie was gone, but there was just a little bit of Dynamo there now. + + + Things at the Pier started out just like Dynamo had planned them, but they went south in a hurry. Right before Clay was about to do his whole Mindwalker routine, the new police commissioner walked into the warehouse. Here it was, an hour before the raid, and the new top cop was huddling with the bad guys. Dynamo gasped and then told Clay who the new player was. "Then he goes down with the rest of them," Clay whispered. He'd already managed to figure out where every single one of the bad guys was lurking. He stood up and began to focus so that he could give all of them the sleep command at the same time. Then, Clay staggered and fell back on his ass. "Clay?" Dynamo whispered and crouched over him with concern in her eyes. "One of them..." he croaked. "...like me." "Let's pull out. I can still warn the cops off of this." "No. I just wasn't ready for him. Can you keep the rest of them busy? I think I can take this guy." "Clay, I don't want to put you in any danger!" "Dinah," he said and grinned, "It's the price of being some sort of a hero, right? Go get the rest of `em." The next minute was pure chaos, and Clay never could clearly remember the things he heard and saw where Dynamo and the gang she was taking down were concerned. All his focus was on a tall, thin blond man, Clay's opposite number. Clay knew he was the stronger. But he felt like a big, clumsy redneck fighting a slippery little martial arts expert. Clay's superior strength would win out if he managed to just get a good hold on the bastard. But the blond man was skilled, and he had obviously fought this way before. Every command Clay pushed was deflected or dodged somehow, and if he pushed too hard, it felt like he was off balance and his opponent could use it against him. Those off-balance moments were when the stinging blows to Clay's mind landed. They hurt like hell, but they couldn't stop him. Like the big brute he imagined himself being, he could absorb a hell of a lot of punishment. As long as he could be tough enough, he could win out in the end. And he had reason to be tough. Dynamo was out there, dodging bullets and landing powerful blows. She was in some danger, but she could handle the gunmen. But if Clay fucked this up.... She couldn't handle the blond. Dynamo was almost done, only two gunmen left. She concentrated on them, because their weapons were still lethal to her, but at the same time she knew that somewhere in this warehouse were a man and a boy who were both far more dangerous and lethal than either her or the thugs with the assault rifles. To her relief, she saw that the two remaining gunmen had made a critical error. They had gone for the rocket launchers. These were more dangerous to the outgunned cops, but they were actually far easier for her to handle. They were big, clumsy weapons, and in short bursts, she was actually faster than the rockets, especially when they were first starting out. She pinballed her way toward them, bouncing off the walls and the cargo containers. There was no way they could draw a bead on her. The first thug went down with a very satisfying thump. Dynamo loved to use the two-foot stomp on guys like this. It was actually a great deal less likely to cripple or kill them than one of her kicks or punches. Plus, there was that glorious thump. She moved quickly toward the final henchman. He had launched his rocket, but it was behind her already, heading toward the spot where she had slowed for a second so as not to kill the first man. The rocket wouldn't do the man the same courtesy, but Dynamo didn't count his death as being any of her doing. She had neither fired nor altered the shot. Dynamo landed next to the second punk at the same instant the explosion behind her rocked the building. She wrapped an arm around his midsection and squeezed across his diaphragm, holding it to stop his breath. He soon slumped over, unconscious. Squeezing off a man's air only put him out for a few seconds, but like so many others who had been caught this way, he would wake up hogtied by his own belt and bootlaces. It was sort of a Dynamo trademark. That left only one enemy, and much to her dismay, the blond with the big bad brain was still on his feet. Dynamo thought he might be distracted enough that she could just zip in and knock him cold. But as she started to launch forward, she felt a strong grip on her feet. It was remarkably strong, because it was her own. She thought for a moment that the blond had frozen her in place, but then she knew it wasn't him. Clay was protecting her, keeping her out of their deadly arena! Clay had shifted into full-out Mindwalker mode now, and Mindwalker was a tough son-of-a-bitch. He had figured out a painful but effective way to overcome his opponent. Like the big brawler who comes in with his arms over his face and keeps moving forward until he corners his opponent, Mindwalker moved in and absorbed shot after shot from the blond. It hurt like hell, but as long as he focused, none of the shots were really hitting him hard enough to injure his psyche. Mindwalker was going to close in and smother this son of a bitch. But then, he caught a glimpse of red. Dynamo couldn't put herself at risk with this guy. Plain old Clay returned for a moment and broke focus to freeze her. One of the blond man's mental shots got through and sent Clay reeling, but it didn't put him down for long. He became Mindwalker again and turned back to the fight with a snarl. His mind lashed out like a cornered animal. That was when he realized that whatever part of Mindwalker's brain had been stunned by the blond man must have been in charge of regulating how much power the hero was using. The vicious psychic blow Mindwalker launched was completely out of his control. It sent the blond spinning in a circle, and then he stopped in place for a second before going straight down on his face. Especially with the man's blond hair, the fall eerily resembled the patented Ric Flair Flop. Dynamo raced over to the incapacitated man. "He's still alive, but I think he had a stroke," she called. Clay didn't answer, so she leapt from the floor of the warehouse up to the catwalk where Clay was sitting in stunned silence. "Clay!" she called and shook him. "Sweetie, you okay?" Suddenly, she felt an incredibly hot flush pass through her body. Then, her loins felt like they were on fire. Clay looked up at her. His eyes were wild and desperate. "Run!" he hissed. "Dinah, run!" She understood now. He had been struck by something that had made him lose control. But it was too late. His feelings for her, and his desire to have her return those feelings were seizing control of her mind. And then there was one more thing, the thing she had learned from his kiss the night before. She wouldn't have acted on it, of course, but she did feel a strange attraction to this boy. She was losing control, and she couldn't let that happen. She hadn't told Clay the truth about why she was still a virgin. She WAS old-fashioned. That was true. But truthfully, Dinah had never taken a lover because she had always feared what her body might do to a boy. "Clay!" she whispered, barely able to speak as her breath got ragged. "Get away, sweetie! I can't stop." Clay's trembling hands were tearing at the crotch of her singlet, then. But he just wasn't strong enough to rip it open. He didn't need to. Dinah stripped the entire garment off in less than a second. It took no longer for her to open his belt and pants so that she could slide them to his knees. She sank to her back and pulled him on top of her. She wanted so badly to stop herself, but she had no defense against what was happening. Maybe, just maybe, she could have slipped away from his control if it wasn't for the fact that this boy had always gotten to her just a little bit more than any other ever really had. With her mind now laid as bare as her body, she had to admit that she had been harboring some romantic feelings for Clayton. Her nervous hand guided him to the spot she had thought no man would ever enter. No man should have been allowed there, because all this was far too dangerous. Dinah felt Clay push past her outer lips. Oh God, it felt so damned good! Clay was wild, now. He had no concerns about hurting her. How could he? He drove himself forward, but he stopped short. Again, he drove into her, but he barely got past the opening. "I can't bust your fucking cherry!" he growled. Dinah hadn't even thought of that. She had intended it never to be broken. It would always remain the way it was. No one had ever quite figured out why the Dynamo Rose had the little hole in it. She had designed the Rose at age thirteen when she had decided she must forever remain a virgin. The entire flower represented her virgin seal. She had learned in health class that there was a small hole in a typical girl's hymen. Her hole was meant to stay that small forever. But her world had gone mad. Her desires were out of her control. She pulled Clay off of her for a moment and jammed two of her fingers into her sex. The tissue tore open. "Take me now, Clay!" she whispered urgently. He crawled back between her legs and let her guide him to the spot once again. This time, he plunged into her with no difficulty. He began driving his full length into her over and over. Dinah felt many things in the moment. Shame, passion, physical pleasure, and sheer emotional ecstasy. She had thought that the price God had exacted in exchange for her wonderful abilities had been eternal chastity. But she wasn't hurting Clay! This poor desperate boy was taking nothing but pleasure from her body. Dinah's joy and belief in the kindness of God had never been greater. Clay had never felt a physical sensation like this. True, he had only ever been with two girls before, and only Becky had been special. But he knew that what was happening to him wasn't normal. Dinah's sex was doing things that no other girl's was ever going to do to him. It moved to him. It caressed him. It was like it was blessed with the ability to behave like a dozen nimble tongues. But it was so much stronger than that! She was tighter than even the beautiful little sixth grade classmate with whom he had lost his virginity. But even with all the strength, it was soft, like the inside of a girl was supposed to be. Dinah had no idea that her body would be so responsive. She was twenty now, old enough to know what was supposed to happen even if she hadn't experienced it herself. She was doing things that she knew other girls couldn't do. And by God, if sex had felt this incredible for the other girls they had certainly withheld that little bit of information from her in their late-night dorm room talks. Clay was now feeling more than just the pure animal lust that had overtaken him. He truly cared for the beautiful girl beneath him. It had been so long since he'd felt that way. He began to search for kisses and to stroke her blonde hair. He gently pulled her mask away so that he could see all of her beautiful face. He was loving her now, even if he was still doing it pretty damned hard. Dinah felt the change in him. He was no longer pushing his lust into her mind like before. He was still pushing into her without self-control, but he was pushing adoration into her, maybe even love. She really hadn't let herself fall in love before. She wasn't sure if this was it or not. Whatever it was, it filled her to the brim with warmth and a satisfaction far more profound and meaningful than the wild physical thrills of a few minutes ago. Those physical thrills were still there. There could be no doubt about that, but this... this was taking it to an entirely new level. Clayton felt a pressure in his brain. For a second, he froze. It was like the time when he'd dislocated a knuckle in a football game and his never-squeamish-about-these-things Mom had popped it back into place for him. It hurt for a second, but it felt so much better after it was done. Whatever had been dislodged and caused him to lose control had slipped back into place. He realized what he had done to Dynamo. It still felt so good, but he had to stop. He carefully pulled back all the controls from her mind. "I'm so sorry," he said, fighting back the urge to sob. "Oh, sweetie," Dinah said softly. "Thank you for taking the control out of my mind." She kissed him on the lips. "But now that we started.... Make love to me, Clay. I still want to finish making love." Clay did cry for a second then, but he had buried his head alongside hers. So, he hoped she didn't know he was shedding tears of joy and relief. Still, he knew she could probably hear the drops falling softly to the floor. But then again, he was pretty sure he felt some tears from her eyes trickling down onto his shoulder. He loved her with all his heart and every bit of his body, then. And he could now focus clearly enough to sense her pleasure and her emotions. Clay continued doing the most beautiful thing he had ever done. Dinah knew this was an impossible love. He was just a boy. But it didn't matter in that moment, because she believed that no grown man could ever give her such a pure and wonderful feeling. Absolutely nothing felt wrong, and so many things felt right. Men's bodies had never felt hard to her before. Nothing they would do could cause her pain. But the part of Clay that was inside her felt like iron. God had been so kind. He had made her exterior hard enough to withstand tremendous shocks, but he made her interior sensitive enough to be thrilled by the hardness of a boy. And, oh, how it thrilled her! Clayton could not hold back any longer. Her body was giving him pleasures of which he had never dreamt, and he was reaching his end. The walls of her sex massaged him, squeezed him, and finally opened him. He had never felt his load rush forth like this before. It jetted out of him and into her so much faster than it had ever done. And there was so much of it! It almost hurt, but that's the way great pleasure worked sometimes. He gasped and fought for air for a few seconds. Then, her incredible body's seemingly magical power revived him. The movement inside her had never stopped, and it had brought him back to life far faster than any blowjob ever had. "If you want to do more, Clay, go ahead. I'm so close, and I love the way you take me hard." "Do you think I could ever stop wanting you?" he whispered. He felt like he was almost as much a superhuman as she was in that moment. His body was so turned on that he didn't feel tired at all. Dinah felt the pressure building inside her. She had climaxed to her fingers before, but this was coming from so much deeper inside her. It was like a tumult of water rolling down a mile long spillway. It was going to have some tremendous power built up before it burst free. She had no idea how accurate her mind's metaphor would prove. At the moment of her ecstatic release, fluids poured out of her. She had heard of women having gushers or squirting. She had never been that way at her own hand, but this was so very much different. She washed Clayton's shaft with warm juices, and it sprayed onto his belly. "Your body is incredible!" he exclaimed. He had paused for a second to watch the last of her climax, but he quickly resumed. His passion for her was not yet spent, and there was no way he had worn her out. There was so much pleasure they could still give one another. Dinah's climax was the first of three she had in the next few minutes. She seemed to be incredibly responsive to this type of pleasure, and she didn't tire at all. She could peak over and over. The second climax and the third weren't quite as dramatic as the first had been, but she still chalked them up as the second and third most amazing things she had ever felt. Then, Clayton flooded her insides with his seed again. It seemed like it warmed every fiber of her. This time, she gently coaxed him out of her. He'd be willing to go again, but she feared he had been through too much on this night. "Get dressed, honey. I hear the sirens. The cops were supposed to stay away for a while yet, but I think someone in the harbor might have heard that rocket explode." "Dinah, I want to hold you." "You will, baby. After all this I want to wake up in your arms in the morning. I'll be at your house as soon as I can, okay?" He stood and pulled up his pants. They had been in such a hurry to start that he hadn't undressed beyond that. "Are you going to tell them about Mindwalker?" he asked. "I have to explain it," she said as she slipped back into her costume with movements so quick that Clay couldn't even follow them. "I think the new commissioner was being controlled, don't you?" "Probably. If he was conscious I could make him tell me." "I'll set up an interview. We're going to have to get you a disguise, though." "Shit!" he said with a grin. "One night, and you've turned me into a costumed hero already." "Yeah," she said. "But look what I had to do to accomplish that feat." He opened his mouth to speak. She didn't let him. "Don't you dare apologize, Clay." He just nodded. Then he kissed her and started to go. "How the hell am I getting home?" he suddenly stopped and asked. "Can you drive?" "Hell, yeah. I drove Melanie's Mustang all over the place." "That's not all of Melanie's you drove, Clay." She smiled to let him know she was just teasing. "You already have the keys to the DynaRider in your coat pocket. I don't have any pockets in this thing." "You need a utility belt. And you call your `95 Mazda the DynaRider?" "I can't afford two cars, and I can't exactly park some supercar on campus. Not that I can afford a supercar anyway. I only brought the car tonight because of you, anyway. Now get out of here!" She kissed him again and he turned to go. "Sweet ass!" she said softly behind him. "I heard that," he said. "I know," she whispered. He didn't hear that. + + + Dinah wasn't surprised that Clay was already asleep when she got in at 4 A.M. He woke up enough to kiss her and take her into his arms. She had been as quiet as she could be, and that was ridiculously quiet. But the boy could always sense her presence. "I think I love you," he said groggily. "Or at least I'm really smitten." "Smitten?" she said as he spooned against her back and went to sleep. "That's a cool fucking word! I think I'm about as smit as a girl can get." Dinah slept for three hours. That was about twice what she usually slept. It had been a hell of a night. It was still only seven A.M. Clay was out like a light. Dinah decided to sneak downstairs and get a coffee. She could be in and out pretty quick, and she hadn't heard Clay's mom stirring around. She put on one of Clay's football jerseys. It was oversized to accommodate his pads, and that made it plenty long for her to wear as a girlfriend nightie. She was actually quite a bit smaller than Clay these days. Dinah was glad to see that the timer on the coffeepot had kicked in and made a fresh batch already this morning. She filled a mug and opened the fridge to look for some milk. She closed the fridge when she heard a floorboard squeak. Clay's mom had been up the whole time! Dinah thought about ducking out, but the woman was practically in the door and might catch a glimpse of Dinah traveling at Dynamo speed. She took a deep breath and prepared to face the music. When Rae saw Dinah, she dropped the mug of hot coffee in her hand. Dinah looked and calculated that the mug was going to hit the woman's foot, probably break her toe. Her incomparable reflexes kicked in and she acted. She caught the mug and handed it to the stunned mom. "Good Lord!" Rae gasped. "You're Dynamo!" "Yes, ma'am," she said, turning red. "Dinah, ma'am. Dinah Rosen." "You're wearing Clay's football jersey." "Yes, ma'am." God, this was painful. She felt like such a slut. "He's my first ever boyfriend. At least I think that's what we are now." "Did he...? You know, with the brain?" "No. Not on purpose. It was weird," Dinah said cautiously, "but he did absolutely nothing wrong, and he saved a bunch of cops last night. But anyway, I was completely willing. Clay's a sweet guy." "So, my son... and Dynamo?" "Call me Dinah, please. I'm just a regular girl." "Clay's girlfriend?" Rae asked, still trying to get her brain around it. Dinah was sure this woman was going to tear into her for taking advantage of her young son. "Yes, Ma'am," she squeaked. "Well, talk about an upgrade!" Rae cried joyfully. She pulled Dinah into a big hug. Dinah definitely now understood why Clay thought he had the coolest mom in town.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any coincidences are just that, coincidences. The Power of Touch by NotVeryNice ([email protected]) MC, LONG, INC, ANY COMBO OF MFmf, CON, ROM Chapter 3 I woke up the next morning with a raging hard on. I rolled over and looked at my clock and saw that it was 6 AM. I had less than 20 minutes to get to the bus stop. I got up and got ready as fast as I could. I went to the bathroom to go brush my teeth and saw that Sam was already there. She was sitting on the toilet doing her business. We'd been so close for so long that it didn't bother either of us to go pee with the other in the bathroom. Mom and Stupid Steve didn't have to get up to go to work for another hour or so. She looked at me from the toilet as I go closer to the sink and eyed my hard on. "Having trouble with your morning woody, there?" She loved to tease me. When I turned 12, I would get sudden (what I called) drive-by boners at random times. She seemed to never miss an opportunity to let me know my pants were tented. It wasn't until the last few months that she's actually touched it. ........ We were both sitting on the couch on a Saturday evening a few months back. I was laying on the armrest and Sam was sitting with my legs over her legs. Mom was out with Stupid Steve on a date. We were watching some movie that wasn't holding my interest at all. I did what any normal teen would do. I started thinking about boobs. More specifically about Jae's boobs. Naturally, I started to get hard. From where Sam was sitting, it was inevitable that she would notice. She had never actually said anything bad about me getting my drive-by boners so I thought to myself 'screw it'. I had my eyes closed this whole time. I kept thinking about Jae and all the sudden I felt Sam touch my dick through my shorts with her finger. I opened my eyes and she asked me "Why are you always getting boners?" Not really knowing how to answer that I said "I don't know, it just happens. Usually it'll go away after I jerk off." "Doesn't it hurt to be all hard like that? The girls in class talk about guys' boners and how they all want girlsto touch it and stuff." "It's sort of a good hurt. It's hard to explain." As I said this I readjusted myself while she watched. "Are they all this big?" She asked innocently. "Some are bigger, some are smaller." She reached over and touched it again. This time she left her hand there and then used her palm to press on the head. I grunted softly and she pulled her hand back like she hurt me. "You didn't hurt me, it felt good." She tentatively put her hand back and this time she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. I made a satisfied grunt and smirked at her. She took this as encouragement and kept doing it. After a few minutes of this I started to want more. "Do you want to see it?" I tentatively asked her. I was hoping I wouldn't scare her off. "I dunno... Isn't that bad?" She was definitely hesitant. "Doesn't feel bad. Plus, if we don't tell anyone, nobody will know." Sam kept squeezing for a few moments more, weighing her options. Then she slowly nodded, almost imperceptibly. I lowered my waistband. I looked at her and smiled. Then I lifted my butt and pulled my shorts down. I'm not hung like a horse, but I'm quite fond of my 7 inches. She reached out tentatively and took it in her hands again. "Oh, wow. It's really hot. It's like your thing has a fever." I looked up at her eyes. "My thing?" "Yeah, your... dick." She acted like she was saying a bad word or something. "Sam, you do know there is nothing wrong with saying that, right?" "I know! It's just weird..." Skin on skin contact was so much better than through my shorts. Even more so now that it's not my hands doing the contact. "Try to rub it up and down." She glanced at me then back at my dick. Her hand started to pump and the sensations were, well, sensational. She saw a bit of pre-cum seep out the tip. "What's that?" She asked pointing at it with her other hand. "It's pre-cum. It's like a lubricant. Try to smear it over the head. "She did so and it was exponentially better than when it was dry, causing more to seep out. "Are you cumming?" She asked when she saw that more was coming out. "Uhnn... No, you're just making me feel really good and the better it feels the more comes out. Where did you learn about this anyway?" "The girls at school. That's basically all they talk about. Boys and sex." "Well, have they talked about blowjobs at all?" I asked her, hopeful. "Yeah, of course. They all say it's the best way to avoid actually having sex. Why? Do you want one?" "I would never turn one down from you. I would love you forever if you gave me a blowjob right now." "Haha! They also did mention that guys will pretty much do whatever you want when you have their dicks in your hand. Or mouth..." She leaned down after she said that and took a tentative lick of the newly emerged pre-cum. "It's not bad." She said. She pushed my legs onto the floor and then without another word she took the whole head in her mouth. "Oh fuck. Yeah, that's good. Keep going." I was starting to feel that tightening behind my balls. "Do they say anything about swallowing?" She just nodded and kept bobbing her head. Her tongue would circle around the head and she would bob back down. I wondered if she's done this before. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly and began to involuntarily buck my hips. She redoubled her efforts and that did the trick. I blew everything I had into her hot mouth. She was expecting it, I guess, because she clamped her lips around the head and sucked harder. After what felt like damn near eternity, my dick stopped throbbing in her mouth and she lifted off. I saw her visibly swallow and smile at me. "Holy shit that was sexy!" I told her. "Who taught you to do that??" "Jae." Now that was a surprise. I guess I was telegraphing what I was thinking because Sam started to laugh at me. "What?" She asked between her chuckles. "When did you and Jae practice blowjobs?" "We didn't blow a guy together, if that's what you're thinking. She's got this vibrator that she showed me and we practiced on that." "You just went up to Jae and asked her if you could practice giving blowjobs on her vibrator? How did you know she even had a vibrator?" I was very intrigued by all this. Sam blushed a little when she responded. "Cuz we've played with it before. We have been for a while now. She's really nice you know, not just a pair of tits." "Wow. I'm not mad or anything, I just think it's hot that you're messing around with Jae. And I don't think that Jae is just a pair of tits, by the way. How did all that start, anyway?" "Well, I've always seen your... dick... poking your pants and I was curious. I would, like, die if I asked mom about it, so I asked the next best person. She showed me some stuff on her vibrator and one thing led to another and all of the sudden I was laying on her bed naked and her mouth was on my clit and her vibrator was inside me... Do you think that's weird?" After a few moments passed and the information sunk in... "Are you kidding me? That's gotta be the sexiest thing I've ever heard! Did you put the vibrator in her too?" "So you don't think it's weird that I was having sex with your best friend's sister who happens to be your crush?" "Hell no, Sam! It's awesome!" I replied excitedly. "Oh. OK then." She smiled. "Yes, I did use the vibrator on her too. She calls him George." Sam giggled when she said that. She has a really cute giggle. "Do you want me to return the favor?" I asked her this while I looked at her crotch. "You'd do that? I'm your sister, though..." "I think we are way passed that, aren't we?" I motioned to my still slightly hard dick. She giggled again and lifted her butt to pull her shorts down. I just stared at the first pussy I've seen outside of the computer or TV. It was perfect. She had smooth puffy lips and no hair to speak of. I leaned down slowly and she spread her legs to give me access. I've seen quite a few porn videos where they do this, so I know a little bit about what to do, but no real-world experience. I know that her clit is inside her slit at the top. I decided to start there. I pressed my tongue between her lips and pressed upwards. She moaned and it encouraged me to do it again. I felt a little nub at the top and I figure that this was her clit. I pulled her lips apart and sucked in her clit's general direction and she nearly tore my head off with her legs. I pulled back and looked at her. "Ow! Watch your legs!" I was half laughing as I said it and she giggled at me again. "Sorry. It's just sensitive and felt good. Now get back down there and finish..." She grabbed the back of my head and basically shoved my face into her pussy. I didn't mind being manhandled all that much because this was the first pussy I've eaten. I continued to push and pull her clit with my tongue and she would make her adorable mewling noises. I figured I was doing something right, so I kept on doing it. After a few more minutes, I decided to spice it up a little and I put my fingers at the entrance to her pussy. She didn't change pitch of her mewling or anything so I wet my fingers from our combined lubrication there and slowly inserted my fingers. One thing for sure is that I was glad I watched porn. I would have been really embarrassed if I got down here and didn't know what to do. I also remember reading some stories and how they say that she had something called a 'g-spot' right inside to the top. I curled my finger up like I was telling her to come closer and she started to rotate her hips a little more wildly. I pulled back and got a second finger lubed and tried it again with two fingers. Once again, she gyrated her hips. I could feel that she was getting close so I tried one last thing. I bit down lightly but firmly on her clit and she cried out and started to jerk her hips. I couldn't keep contact with my teeth without hurting her, so I resolved to just suck on her clit while I still told her to come here with my two fingers. She was buckling for quite a while. 30 or 40 seconds at least. I know that, for me, after 10 seconds I'm done cumming. She reached down with her hands and pushed my head away. "Enough. Enough... God that was nice..." She had a really relaxed look on her face. I guess I did good, hehe. She seemed to have her thoughts in line again because she started giggling at me. "What?" I asked her. "Your face is completely soaked..." More giggles. "That was good... You've done that before, haven't you?" "No. First time." I responded as I got up. We heard the garage door opening and looked at each other with wide eyes. "Shit! Mom's home! Quick, put your clothes on!" I told her as I pulled up my shorts. "Well of course, doofus. I'm not going to sit here with my vagina hanging out and wait for mom!" She retorted as she pulled her shorts up. "You need to go wash your face!" "Crap! OK, I'm going upstairs." ............................... That was our first time together. I don't think that mom or Stupid Steve realized what we did. Since then, every chance we got, we were being some sort of naughty. It was just our thing and I think that it's one of the reasons why we trust each other so much. "So do you need some help or not?" She asked me as she got off the toilet and flushed. "I don't think we have time." I said dejectedly. "We gotta be at the bus stop in less than 20 minutes." "That's what you get for oversleeping. I've been up for 25 minutes already. I'm ready to go." "Lucky you!" I told her sarcastically. "*Sigh* Here, turn this way." She motioned for me to stand at the sink and turn sideways towards the bathtub. She got on her knees in front of me and looked up. I was just staring at her. "Well, brush your teeth." She said this as she pulled my boxers down. God, I love this girl! She took me in her mouth and worked on me expertly. After a few dozen times, you kind of get to know what your partner likes. She likes it when I tickle her asshole with my tongue. I like it when she uses her nails lightly on my balls. She pulled out all the stops and had me going hard as a rock before the toothbrush was even in my mouth. "Don't you dare drip toothpaste on my head!" She warned me in the brief moment that she pulled her mouth off my dick. She basically rammed my dick into her throat after that. I tried my best to brush my teeth. I supposed I was doing an OK job brushing my teeth, but I was very distracted. She would deep throat me then suck on my head and repeat. On one such time that she pulled me out of her throat she started to jack me off and looked at me. "Hurry up and cum. We gotta go!" Then she proceeded to jam my cock into her throat again. It didn't take long. I was so close already and her saying that just set me off. I hosed her throat with about what felt like 2 gallons of cum. She kept me in her throat so she wouldn't choke and waited until I stopped throbbing. When she felt I was ready, she pulled me out and put me away. She stood up and patted my dick. "All better." she said as she walked past and kissed my cheek. I just smiled and finished brushing my teeth. I walked out to the bus stop with Sam. We made it by the skin of our teeth. The bus was just pulling up when we got to the bus stop. Eddie was already up and ready to get on the bus when he spotted us. "Hey guys! Hurry up!" We got in line behind him and boarded the bus. I let Sam get on before me. Eddie chose an empty seat and I nudged Sam to go sit next to him. She glanced back and me and glared for a split second... Then sat next to Eddie. I took the seat right behind them and leaned over the back of theirs. "Guess what I figured out last night, guys!" "That you suddenly love me and you want to run away and get married and move to Sweden where we can spend the rest of our lives as exotic dog breeders and start our own reality TV show that is going to go viral and have it's own American spin off and we, then, get invited to travel back here where we can meet the newly elected president who happens to be Donald Trumps son?" Eddie sarcastically asked. "That you're secretly a woman and you want to come out to the world in a big blazing cross-dressing glory and have your own TV show on MTV?" Sam was ever sharp as a whip... "What?? No! Eddie, what the fuck, dude?" We all started laughing. When it died down a little bit I leaned in again and attempted to elaborate. "I can do that same thing I did yesterday to animals." "Huh?" Sam said. Eddie asked me "Like Dr. Doolittle?" "Yeah, sort of, but better. Same as with you and Danny, I can change things in animals, too." "Did you give your chameleon an 8-inch dick?" Sam said. "Haha, no, not this time." I responded laughing at that mental image. "Although... That'd be something to see, huh?" They looked at me astonished. "I'm kidding! Jeez!" I laughed. They did a half laugh, not completely convinced that I was kidding. "Hey, Aaron, show Eddie that thing you did with your arm!" Sam asked hushed. I looked around and put my arm between them. Then I focused on myself and visualized writing in cursive on my arm. A message appeared baring the words 'Eddie is gay!' in hot pink on my arm. "Whoa!! That's so cool, man!" Eddie seemed to be impressed. "It's cool that you're gay, Eddie?" Sam again... We all shared a laugh and he lightly smacked her thigh below her short shorts. He let his hand stay there though. I saw it, but didn't draw attention to it. "Oh, ha ha, Sam!" Eddie could take a joke. He's good like that. He turned to me, pressing his hand more on her thigh and putting his fingers a little bit in between them. "What do you think you could do with that now, 'talking' to animals? "I don't know yet. Maybe I can get a bunch of poisonous spiders to go kill criminals." "Heyyy, there's an idea!" Sam said and turned towards me too. She put one of her hands on Eddie's hand and held him there as she turned, pushing it further between her legs. "You should definitely do that. Image the headlines: 'Every crook ever has been inexplicably killed by poisonous spiders. No one else was hurt. Full story at 7'. That would be interesting, huh?" "Not a bad idea. I'd have to think about all that. In the meantime, Eddie, Sam... You guys gotta promise... No, vow to me that you arent going to tell anyone about what I can do." They looked at each other and I'll be damned if I didn't notice Eddie squeeze Sam's tight as he said "Yeah, man, I won't tell a soul." "Me neither. What would I do without you, big brother?" She took her hand off Eddie's and gave me a one-armed hug. Eddie took his hand off her leg and held his fist out to me. I bumped him and thought for a bit. "If you guys can think of anything I could do that would be good for everyone, let me know, huh? I feel like I've watched too many superhero movies and now I feel like I have the responsibility to do something." "That's a good idea, dude. I'll let you know if I think of anything." "Yeah, for sure." I sat back and closed my eyes. We were still on Turner St, so leaning on the window was out of the question. I jostled enough just sitting there. I focused my senses on people on the bus. Normal stuff, really. There was one kid with a bit of a thyroid problem. That was probably that awkward overweight kid that always sat by himself in the front. The bus driver seems to have scarring in her lungs. Probably from all the smoking. Everyone else seems to be in good health. I opened my eyes and saw Eddie and Sam talking. It's about time. Seriously. The rest of the ride was uneventful. We got to school and Sam went to her classes while Eddie and I went to the opposite side to where our classes were. We got to the collection of trailers that our first few periods were in and he went to his first period, waving to me when he turned off. I walked up the steps to my trailer and walked through the door to my homeroom. The teacher was at her desk doing whatever teachers do and the students were chatting among themselves. I went to my usual seat and sat down. I looked around and saw that nobody was paying attention to me. I decided to do some remote recon. I was scanning people left and right and they were all healthy 15-year-old's. I opened my eyes and thought some more. I looked to my left to where Sasha normally sat. She wasn't here yet. I wonder if there is something I can do to make her like me... An idea struck me. I pulled out my homework and waited. I always hated doing homework at home so I always make sure to do it before I leave school. She walked in the door in all her glory. She's a good 5'5", dark brown hair always done up in some sexy new way, beautiful blue eyes, and a very nice and toned lacrosse body. She walked towards her chair and sat down. I leaned over to her. "Hey, Sasha, did you do your homework? I had a question about one of the things on there." Sasha looked at me and said "Yeah, hold on. Let me get it out." "Sure." I replied. I formulated what I wanted to change on her, and kept it in mind. She pulled out a piece of papers with numbers all over it in the typical girly handwriting. You know the kind: curve curve line dash line line curve curve.... I reached over to grab it and closed my eyes while focusing. When I made contact with her hand, I changed her. She's now going to get extremely horny and her pituitary is going to release a small flood of endorphins every time she looks at me. Once she and I start making more physical contact, I'll be able to make more changes. For now, that should be enough. "Thanks!" I told her as I made to compare hers to mine. She wasn't paying attention so I just kept looking at it for a few more seconds then I tapped her arm, making sure to send surges of pleasure every time I touched her. I saw her shiver as she turned to me. "No problem. You figured out what... what it was you were confused about?" She paused a bit between the 'whats' because that was the first time she looked at me. I bet her pussy is really wet right now. I grinned at her like I knew exactly what it is she is feeling. "Yeah, I had it right, I was just checking. Thanks." I reached over and touched her arm again as I thanked her and had her pleasure center go haywire for a bit when I touched her and I told it to linger for a few minutes after I let go. I don't think she's going to pay much attention today. She kept stealing glances at me throughout the class. I spent the rest of the period resting my brain. I knew that 3rd period was the class with Ms. Walker. She was one hot number. She's a couple years out of college and this is her first teaching gig. She's got a knack for getting the students to understand Grammar. Maybe people pay attention to her because she reeks of sensuality. You know how they say some people don't even have to try, while others have to work at it day and night to look and act sexy? Well, she doesn't have to try. Maybe she doesn't even realize it. Second period was history and even paying minimal attention to the lecture, I was still catching everything. I could probably catch everything in my sleep. Not that the teacher there was boring, on the contrary, he's a great teacher. I just had more important things to think about than WW1. That did give me an idea and I filed away the thought of getting recorded lectures and playing them to myself when I slept so I would already know stuff without having to pay any attention in class. I thought about things I could try to do. One thing I definitely needed to figure out was how to get the teachers to let me be in class. I know that the second layer was emotions and maybe if I tried something there, I might have some success. They needed to believe that everything I said was right without question. I thought to myself for a bit. What kind of person has others do things for them and think that they are gods? Kings and Pharaohs. Why did their people do those things? They either loved them, feared them, had great respect for them, or admired them. I already know that I can have someone feel something each time they look at me. So, if I give them a really strong cocktail of all 4 each time they looked at me, it should do the trick. Now the next problem: How to deliver this cocktail inconspicuously. If I try to be sneaky, it might backfire. Taking a direct route might have the best chance of delivery without having them suspect anything. I'll just go up to Mr. Pitts and shake his hand and thank him for being a great teacher. That seems simple enough. Of course, I wouldn't reap the benefits until tomorrow, but who's complaining? I wonder if this cocktail will work on animals too? I can just imagine myself with a huge animal kingdom ready to defend me to the death. That'd be something! I should find a better test subject than a chameleon though. A dog would be a good choice, but who's dog am I going to use? There is that one really friendly white dog on the way to the gas station from my house. I could try on him. It's a shame that his owners leave it in their backyard all day and night long. The bell rang and I started to gather my stuff. I took my time so that most students had already left the classroom. I held the cocktail recipe in my head while I walked up to Mr. Pitts. I extended my hand and he looked at me a bit skeptically but took it. I blinked and changed him. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you're one of my teachers and I wanted to say thank you." He got this funny look on his face. "Oh. Well, you're welcome and thank you, Mr. Gordon." He let go of my hand. I decided to try the changes out. "Hey Mr. Pitts. I think I have a good grasp of pretty much everything that happened in World War 1. I want to take the midterm early." "Oh, of course! Of course! How soon would you like to take it Mr. Gordon, sir?" Sounds like it worked. "On second thought, I think I will just take them with the rest of the students. Oh, and you don't need to call me sir. Just call me Mr. Gordon, like you always have." "No problem Mr. Gordon. As you wish." "Sounds good. Thanks Mr. Pitts." I turned around and started to walk out of the classroom. Mr. Pitts called out as I left. "Have a good day, Mr. Gordon!" "You too!" I yelled back over my shoulder. I walked past some students trying to walk into the classroom. I knew I spent quite a bit of my 5 minutes between classes waiting for everyone to leave and talking to Mr. Pitts, so I had to hurry to my next class. I briskly walked down the hallway, dodging people, and walked in the doorway to Ms. Walker's class. I sat down and a few seconds later the bell rang. She went right into the lesson plan without delay. I pulled out my notebook. I didn't have time to stop by my locker. I watched her as she explained this and that about verbs and adjectives and such. She was one of those teachers that liked to walk between desks and up and down the rows. On one such pass, I 'accidentally' touched her arm and gave her the same cocktail. I only added one little thing to it. She would get extremely horny every time she looked at me. I couldn't pass up that opportunity. I spent all lesson asking questions or answering her questions just to make her look my way. She seemed to look visibly uncomfortable, I wonder why? I was just being a good student, after all. Hehe... After that very enjoyable class was lunch. I moseyed down the hall to the cafeteria. Our school lunches were barely considered fit for human consumption. Lunch period's only saving grace was the fact that they served pizza in the next line over. I got into that line and waited. I spotted Laura right outside the doorway of where the pizza line exits. She was standing with the normal 'cool kids' which basically consisted of most of the jocks and cheerleaders. I've wanted her for ages and here is my chance. I stepped through the 'in' doorway to get my pizza. The whole time there I was thinking of what I'd do to get Laura. She was born in Denmark and came to the U.S. when she was a baby. It's not often you have beauties like this, so any detail about their lives floats through the rumor mill readily. She has long dirty blonde hair, cute nose, clear skin, big green eyes, nice medium sized tits, and a body of someone who's done gymnastics and cheerleading her whole life. She was also a genuinely nice person. Not like some of her fellow cheerleaders who would scoff at you for trying to talk to them. I paid the lunch lady and walked out the doorway. They give us these paper plates, so I put one of my slices on top of the other and folded the plate so I could hold the pizza better. Since Laura was right there, I didn't have to walk much to get to her. I walked behind her and brushed her arm while closing my eyes and focusing. I was getting good at changing people in an instant. I gave her the same cocktail I gave Ms. Walker plus a couple of additions. She now sees me as her king and her erogenous zones have much higher sensitivity and responsiveness. I opened my eyes again and continued to walk, except I was also close to Chad, the big dumb gorilla they get to throw footballs around at games. He's pretty good at that. He also didn't miss an opportunity to be a dickhead to anyone smaller than him, which was basically the whole school. He pushed me away from him. I'm not a tiny guy, I'm about 5'10" and I weigh about 155 or so. He almost took me off my feet anime-style. I had increased my reflexes along with all those other things in my body, so I was able to deftly divert the brunt of his push and kept going. I did save my pizza, but I dropped my backpack. He didn't even notice, nor did he stop his conversation. I was apparently beneath his notice. Maybe I should change him into a 5'3" scrawny little thing that needs glasses. That would teach him... I walked away from Chad and his nonsense and spotted Sam and Eddie sitting close together. The cafeteria gets packed not even 5 minutes after lunch starts. I only had to dodge 3 people before I reached Eddie's table. I sat down in a huff and Sam looked at me. "What happened? Someone pee in your backpack?" Where does she come up with this stuff? "No, Chad decided to use me as a training tool and pushed me just because I walked near him. I dropped my bag, but I saved my pizza." I replied. Sam reached over and put her hand on mine. "Don't worry about that Neanderthal. Karma is a bitch. Speaking of karma, I've been thinking. What do you think about helping people around here? You know, like the ones who would benefit a lot from just a little push. You see that girl over there?" She pointed to her right with her eyes. "The one with the really bad acne? I bet that her self-esteem and self-image would get a big boost from a little nudge from you, O Merciful One." She smiled a little bit as she refereed to me as a god. Eddied lifted both his hands up and bowed to me in reverence. "I am not worthy..." He kept half whispering. I tore a bit of the crust off my pizza and threw it at his head "Cut that nonsense out, you guys!" I laughed at them. "That's actually a really good idea, though, Sam. I'll just have to figure out a way to do this so that they don't think I had anything to do with their life altering changes." Sam piped up excitedly "I already thought of that. Her name is Andrea Taylor. She's in 3 of my classes. I've had a few group projects with her and she's really nice. She's just so shy and introverted. I was able to get her to open up a little. She's got a big crush on you." She smiled at me. I felt my face flush a little. This was the first time I've heard of anyone having a crush on me. "Well, how do you plan on having me make physical contact with her?" Sam looked at me and Eddie with a mischievous smile. "Slumber party." Was all she said. "What do you mean a 'slumber party'? You think mom will go for that? Even if she says yes, who are you going to invite?" "Just 2 or 3 people. I can get mom to say yes. I have my ways, you know." Eddie couldn't resist responding to that. "Hey, Aaron, can I come spend the night at your house that night? You know, for moral support..." He would ask that... I laughed a bit at Eddie. "Sure. You just gotta promise to keep it in your pants." "What if I lose my pants somewhere?" "I will let you borrow different pants. Jeez! Ha ha" The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. We all said our goodbyes and headed to our classes. I had quite a bit to think about. Sam had a good point. I do have a great opportunity to help people, but I didn't want to get trampled by people requesting I make their dicks or tits bigger. I don't think that this should by my main focus when I help people, I should be thinking about all the disabled people who have no say in how they were born. That was something worth think about. I settled down in my chair at the next class. I did some remote recon as people were filing in. They were basically all healthy, except one guy who was walking in on crutches. His name was Dave and he was in track I believe. He sat a couple of rows to my right. The seat behind him was empty, so I got up and went to sit behind him. He seemed like a good guy. I've just never really talked to him. I leaned down and asked him if he had a pen I could borrow while he was looking through his bag. "Yeah, hold on." He pulled out one of his extra ones and handed it to me. I kept in mind what I wanted to change and as I grabbed the pen, I made contact with his fingers. I didn't want him to immediately be healed, but I sped it up for him. He should be 100% in a few days. "I want it back, though." He looked at me when he said that. "Sure, dude. I'll give it back at the end of class. Thanks." The rest of class was pretty uneventful. We had a pop quiz halfway through the class. The teacher liked to roam the rows of desks when he gives out tests or quizzes to discourage cheating. As he passed by my desk, I made to lean back on my chair as I swung my arm slightly outwards. I made contact with his hand and made the same changes to him as I did to Mr. Pitts. I already finished my quiz so I started to ponder some more. I should give the changes packages names... There's the ones I gave Mom and Sam, that should be the Basic Female Enhancement Package. The one I did to Stupid Steve should be Basic Happiness. Danny's and Eddie's should be the Basic Male Enhancement. The teachers should be the Basic Adult Package. Then there's the one I gave Laura. Hmm... That one I should save for girls I like. Maybe I'll call it Crush Package. I snickered to myself. I'm sitting here in class naming the different moves of my super powers. I do play too much video games. At the bell, I handed Dave his pen with another "Thanks." and collected my stuff to leave. At the next class I walked and saw that I was one of the first ones in the classroom. The teacher, Mrs. Palmer, was erasing the blackboard. She was probably 60 years old and kinda fat and dumpy. She was a really nice lady and always made time for her students, so I figured I could help her too. I tapped on her arm and gave her the Basic Female and the Adult Package, I just removed the constant cell regeneration so she wouldn't all of the sudden start reverting back to her 20's, but I bet her body quality would improve immensely. She turned around and asked: "Yes, Mr. Gordon?" "I just wanted to ask if we had homework last night. I couldn't remember if we did." A white lie is OK every now and then, right? "Not last night, Mr. Gordon." She turned back around and finished washing the board. "Oh, by the way Mrs. Palmer. I can do whatever I want in your class from now on." Taking everything I say as law and truth, she says: "Very good, Mr. Gordon. Just keep it down, please." "Sure thing, Mrs. Palmer. By the way, you're looking pretty good today, are you losing weight?" Mrs. Palmer had a big smile on her face as she looked my way again. "Why, thank you Mr. Gordon. That's very kind of you, but no, I don't think I lost any." "I dunno, you should check tonight. It looks like you are losing weight." I knew she would be, but what's the harm in a compliment now? I went to my seat and sat down. This class was set in the lab which doubled as a classroom. She would teach from the board up front and would rarely ever move around the classroom. In this class, we had assigned seats made by last name order. I got lucky because the seating arrangement meant Amy Goodman sat next to me. Our table was in the back of the class room. Mrs. Palmer just went down the line and we got put in the corner of the class. Next to us was another table with a bunch of lab tools put away into their own plastic receptacles and a whole bunch of books we all used for our labs. She was a quiet girl. Medium length dark brown hair dyed red, a little shorter than me, pretty freckles on her nose and cheeks, and one of the most beautiful smiles I've seen. I think she was quiet and reserved because she had a lisp (who was the wise guy who decided to name this particular affliction that anyway??). We've chatted a bit before and she seemed like a real nice girl, just very very deep in her shell. I decided to help her too, but I wanted to have some fun and possibly give her some fun. I made a movement with my arm without looking her way and made contact with her arm. I quickly fixed her lisp, made the crush (with one addition that she would get increasingly horny when she sensed me with any of her 5 senses), and the Adult Package changes to her. I kept looking away and acted like it was just an accident. I fished out my stuff from my bag and settled it onto the shared desk we had. I pulled my chair much closer to her than I usually have it and leaned over next to her ear. "Nod if you can hear me." She nodded almost imperceptibly. "Don't be scared or shy, there's no need. I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never let anything bad happen to you. Do you understand?" She visibly relaxed a little and let a hand fall to her lap conspicuously close to her crotch. I was sitting very close to her so she was getting hornier every time I spoke and every time she took a breath. She nodded much more visually. "You trust me with everything you are, right?" "Of course I do!" She said a little too loudly. I didn't want her to draw anyone else's attention. "Shhhhh, let's play a game. Don't make any noise, OK? Not a peep." She smiled and glanced at me with her pretty sky blue eyes. She nodded and faced back to the front. Amy was wearing these comfortable looking black sweat pants and a big grey hoodie. Her hoodie wasn't all that thick, but it seemed to be so big she could swim inside it. "OK, now you're going to take your bra and shirt off without taking your hoodie off. Just zip your hoodie up and nobody will notice." I could tell she was getting increasingly turned on and even more so when I told her to go take her shirt and bra off. She looked in my eyes for a moment. She had never done anything like this in her life, I bet. She knew that she trusted me beyond life itself, so she pulled her hands inside her hoodie. I saw her move around inside and she leaned down to her backpack. She came back up with her arms through the hoodie sleeves again and showed me her shirt. It was a black tank top or something. She held it between her and the table to show me and set it down on her lap. Once more her arms retreated into her hoodie and she fidgeted inside the immense looking garment. Her hands poked outside the sleeves again and she reached underneath the bottom of her hoodie and pulled out her pink bra. Then took them both and stuffed them in her backpack. I leaned over again. "That's a very good job. I'm proud of you. Now, for this next part, you need to look forward and not make any noise, OK? Let's see how good you are at following those instructions." She studiously paid attention to what Mrs. Palmer was saying up at the front of the class. I focused on her while mostly looking ahead, I had to keep up appearances for the other students, after all. She was about to cum right here in class, she was so turned on. I reached over to the bottom of her hoodie and pulled it out a little so it didn't bunch up as I told her "Lean forward on the table." She put her elbows on the table and continued to look ahead. I reached underneath her hoodie and lightly rubbed on her flat soft tummy. She visibly shivered. I traced my fingers up her tummy and felt the bottom of her tits. I went back and forth on her under-boob, slowly edging my way to her nipples. I touched her right nipple lightly and kept going. I can tell she just wanted to close her eyes and enjoy it, but she just stayed there looking ahead and looking like she was paying attention. I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and lightly pinched it and rolled it back and forth. She had really nice pencil eraser nipples that fit perfectly between your fingers. I could feel that she loved it. She was probably also wondering why they are so sensitive. I let go and reached across and circled my hand on her left tit and gently squeezed and played with it. Who knew that quiet little Amy had such amazing tits? She always hides them in her hoodie, so I suppose that was why it was easy to miss. I spent a good 5 or 10 minutes just playing with her epic rack. Each second turning her on more and more. I saw that she was breathing hard and I decided to be gracious and connected her clit to her nipples and pinched her right nipple hard. She let her left arm fall silently to the tables edge and held onto it for dear life while she had her right hand planted firmly on her book. Her head was looking down and she was quietly shaking. She did an amazing job keeping that huge orgasm quiet and not attracting attention to us. I flicked her nipple (leaving her clit and nipples connected) and saw her shiver again while I withdrew my hand from her hoodie. She shook for a little while longer and I sat there and watch, proud of myself. I'm beginning to think that causing a girl to cum might just be my biggest turn on. When she was done riding those nice waves she looked at me with utter happiness in her eyes. "Did you like that?" I whispered to her. She pulled her notebook back to her and used her pretty girl handwriting to write out 'THAT WAS AMAZING!! What did you do to me? I've never cummed so hard in my life and you didn't even touch my pussy!' I quietly chuckled at her note. "I treat all my girls like this." Wide-eyed, she looked at me and wrote some more. 'I can be one of your girls?' "You were one of my girls as soon as you took your shirt and bra off without any complaint. I wanted to see if you had what it took." She made an excited gesture with her hands and had a huge smile on her face. "Yes, Ms. Goodman? Do you have a question?" Mrs. Palmer mistook her hand gesture for raising her hand. "No, I'm sorry, I was just stretching." She was able to think on the fly too. I like this girl. 'Sorry, I spoke... Mrs. Palmer called on me....... :(' I smiled at her. She knows when to do what I say and when not to. "Sweetie, you handled that great. If it wasn't for your quick thinking, Mrs. Palmer might have thought something was wrong back here." She visibly shuddered at my praise. I hadn't been focusing on her, but it looked like she just came. "Did you just cum?" I whispered. 'Yes! It wasn't a very strong one, but it was very nice!' She wrote when she calmed down a bit. "Cum for me again." She shuddered again, clenching her hand on the pen. Then she opened her eyes again. 'Yes, master.' I was already turned on from playing with her epic tits earlier, but her calling me master was a surprising addition to that. My dick was straining against my shorts something fierce. I adjusted myself so it wasn't so tight in there. She noticed and wrote 'Here, let me....' Then reached down and grabbed my rock-hard dick. I needed to let that beast out, there was no way I was going to walk down the hallway with a tent this big in my pants. It didn't take much to let him out since I was wearing shorts that didn't zip or button up. I just pulled my pants down a bit and she caught my dick on the upswing. Luckily the desks are nearly chest high and all of this was concealed. She pumped my cock slowly and I savored every second. I had an urgent need though and I let her know that by grabbing her wrist and speeding her up. It didn't take very long for my dick to start throbbing. I knew it was coming and so did she. I saw her glance around and nobody was looking my way so she leaned down and sucked the head into her mouth and pumped harder. I came almost instantly into her mouth and she caught it all. After I was done, she put me away and turned her head towards me. I looked at her and she opened her mouth to show me that she had saved all my spunk in her mouth. Then she visibly swallowed and smiled with her eyes closed. Holy crap, Batman! This girl was hiding in plain sight, too! She wrote down 'MMMMM, that was yummy. Thank you, master! Maybe I could have some more soon?' This girl is amazing. Why was she always so shy, then? I needed to find out the truth. I leaned in and whispered to her. "Hey, you know you have to tell me the absolute truth, right?" She nodded and started writing on her notepad. I asked her why she was so quiet all the time and why she knows so much about sex. Turns out that she had run away from home, if you can call it that, because her dad was abusing her. She lived in the streets for a few months when a cop saw her walking around and questioned her. He looked her up and found out her mom was killed by her dad when he found out that she ran away and he's now in jail. Her mom had been no peach either. She wasn't directly mean to her, but she watched as he did all the terrible stuff he did. She was put into the foster care system and started going to school here. Man... This girl just wanted to belong and be loved. This explained why she had no self-confidence and why she knew so much about sex. Her dad most likely made her do a lot of things she didn't want to. I vowed to myself then and there that I would take care of her as much as I could. I whispered back to her when she finished telling me her story. 'I wanted you to know that I'm here for you and if you need anything, you just ask, OK?' 'All I need is you.' The bell rang and we all started to gather our stuff. "Hey, Amy?" She looked my way, still not speaking. I smiled. "You can talk now." "Oh ok. I wasn't sure if I could, but I wasn't going to do anything until you told me it's OK." Her eyes went wide. "It's. It's. What happened to my lisp?" "Oh, I fixed it. Just don't tell anyone it was me. OK? She flung herself at me and gave me a big hug. We parted and she smiled her beautiful smile at me and gathered her bag. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over this weekend." "Really? I would love to! This is the best day ever!" She hugged me again, but we had to get to our next class and I cut the hug short. "See you Saturday, I'll text you my address." We had been sitting next to each other all year and had to work on a couple of projects together, so I already had her number. "OK!" She smiled again as we parted ways. I had P.E. next so I headed to the gym. I went into the locker room and saw Eddie. We quickly got changed and headed out to the bleachers to wait for the teacher. We had a nice view of the females streaming out of their locker room. We chatted about nothing and watched the cute girls until the gym teacher came out. We were going to play soccer today. Not bad, I liked soccer. Gym was like any other day. We had a good time. After we changed back I headed to Study Hall. I needed to get my homework done here so I wouldn't have to do it at home. It didn't take long because I remembered everything from the lectures and I could read really fast now, too. I got to the bus before Sam and Eddie and sat down. Sam came and sat next to me and Eddie showed up soon after and got the seat behind us. He leaned over his seat and asked me "You're trying to help people, right, Aaron?" "Yeah. I helped Amy Goodman with her lisp and Mrs. Palmer with her... oldness. Why?" "Well, I was hoping you could help my mom. She's been complaining about pains in her hands and back, but she can't afford to go to the doctor for it." "Oh, yeah man, I'll do what I can for her." "Awesome! Thanks, bro!" He leaned back on his seat. "You're a really good person, you know that?" Sam told me. "Well, what good is having an ability like this if I can't help people?" "Still, many people would probably do a lot of selfish things with it." "I still have my selfish moments, but it turns out that even in my selfishness I helped Amy. She was a really quiet kid because she had a really rough past. I guess I gave her a reason to hope now. She's one of my girls now." "Your girls? Are you starting a harem or something?" "I thought about it. I figured it would be more like a family. Any of my girls would be ecstatic to be there, anyway. I'd take care of them and give them a happy place to go to, even if they lived somewhere else. Hope is powerful, you know." "Yeah, that's true. Am I one of your girls?" "Pshhh, you are my main girl! I'm not giving you up. Whatever guy tries to take you is going to have to go through me!" "You're a pretty great big brother, you know." Sam smiled and hugged me. Then she laid her head on my shoulder. The rest of the bus ride was quiet. I thought about what would be waiting for Sam and I at home. Hopefully Stupid Steve wasn't so stupid anymore. I'm also really interested in how mom is going to act. I wonder how much she had changed since last night. I should go make sure Danny doesn't blab to anyone either. Maybe I can see if I can make some changes in Jae. Tonight might be quite the interesting night, indeed. Critiques? Send me an email at [email protected] Constructive criticism is always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any coincidences are just that, coincidences. The Power of Touch by NotVeryNice ([email protected]) MC, LONG, INC, ANY COMBO OF MFmf, CON, ROM Chapter 4 We pulled up to our bus stop. After we filed out of the bus and turned towards our house Eddie walked up between me and Sam. I turned to them. "I've been thinking, guys. You guys remember that pretty white dog that's always tied up outside in the yard? The one on the way to the gas station?" They both said "Yeah." in unison. "I want to try something. I know I can 'communicate' with the chameleon that mom got us, maybe I can do the same with dogs. What do you think?" "What exactly do you want to tell it?" Eddie asked. "Nothing in particular. I just want to see if it works. Can you think of anything I should tell it?" "Yeah, make it smart enough to run away from those awful neglectful neighbors." Sam said angrily. "Smarter, huh? I wonder if I can actually do that." "There doesn't seem to be too much you can't do, dude..." Eddie pointed out. "You guys want to come with?" "You two go on ahead. I'm gonna stay home today. I have some planning to do for that slumber party anyway." She winked at me and I just chuckled and rolled my eyes. I asked Sam if she can take my bag inside, which she agreed to, so I went straight to our backyard and got my bike. Eddie had already gone towards his house to get his bike so I rode over that way first. I spotted his mom walking out the front door to go talk to Eddie. I pulled up next to her and closed my eyes to focus. She seemed to have some sort of arthritis forming in her hands and her back was just getting worn out from work, I presume. I decided to give her the same thing I gave Mrs. Palmer, only I wouldn't stop her cells from regenerating. She would gradually start looking younger. Her back should repair itself and stop bothering her and fix her arthritis. I hopped off my bike and walked over to her while she waited for Eddie. I reached out for a hug and she gladly gave me one. "Hey, Mrs. Park. How are things?" I made the changes in a split second. "Arron! Hi! Oh, you know. Work is work. You two heading out somewhere?" "Yeah, we're gonna go to the gas station and maybe play with that dog in that yard on the way. You know, the one who is neglected a lot." Eddie walked up to us with his bike. "Yeah, Aaron and I will probably go play catch with it. Throw some toys around or something." "OK... Be careful, you two." We both said we would and started to ride off. "Done." I told Eddie. "What's done?" "Your mom had some early form of arthritis forming in her hands and just an overused back. Operative word was 'had'." "Really, dude? Awesome! Remind me to give you a big Christmas present or something." "Don't sweat it. All it took was a little bit of effort." We rode on and turned down Turner St. The gas station was only about 2 miles from the house, a short bike ride. The house where the dog is would be really close to the gas station. We rode up and saw the chain link fence and a pretty white dog run up to the fence to us. When we got closer we could see that it was a female. She had a big doggy grin and her tail was wagging excitedly. We 'parked' our bikes on the fence and walked up to the her. Eddie put out his hand and let the dog sniff his hand. After she started licking it, I extended my hand. I was focusing on her already and I could tell she was really excited to see us, but sad to be stuck there. She loved to run, I saw, because when I extended my hand and she licked me, I got images of her just going fast everywhere she could. Eddie grabbed a stick that was lying on the floor nearby and threw it into the yard. She sprinted to get it and brought it back to us, then dropped it onto the floor. We couldn't reach the stick on the ground from where we were. She kept on nudging it closer and grinning at us. After a few moments, she picked the stick up with her mouth and lifted it high enough where Eddie could reach it. He took it and threw it again. "She's smart, dude." Eddie commented. "I see that. Let me look inside and see if there's anything I can do." I reached out my hand and she brought the stick to me. I took it and leaned it against the fence. I started petting her so I could look further in. She seems to love getting petted. Her pleasure centers in her brain lit up as soon as I started. If I wanted to make her smarter, I would have increase her cognitive functions and memory. I doubled the connections on the cognitive functions area in her brain and strengthened her memory area. "What's your name, girl? Huh?" I got what felt like an audio file right inside my ear. Sounded like she said *Lucy.* "Lucy, is that your name?" I kept getting a *Yes, Lucy!* I tried something else. "Where are your owners?" *House! Door! Gone long time.* I guess I can communicate with her. "Are they nice to you, girl?" *Lonely. Master opens door and gives food. Then gone long time. Lucy sad. Lucy wants to run! Can Lucy come run with you?* While I sat there having a conversation with a dog, Eddie was just watching us, slack-jawed I supposed. "Are you actually talking to her?" "Shh. Lucy, I would love it if you came with me, but I can't steal you." *Lucy can escape tonight, when the sun sets. Lucy can find you. Will you be my master? What is your name?* When the conversation started, I was getting shadows of sounds. Sort of like being far away or maybe scattered. Now they were coming in almost crystal clear. Would my changes have worked that quickly? "My name is Aaron and that is Eddie. You're a very smart dog Lucy. Just be careful, OK? Humans are generally afraid of dogs not on leashes. You could get Animal Control called and they could get you." *Lucy will stay in the shadows. Lucy will be careful, Master Aaron.* Looks like I have a dog now, haha. "OK Lucy, I'll see you later." I patted her head and gave her a few more scratches. She licked my hand and walked alongside me and Eddie while we got our bikes and made for the gas station. "Dude, you really talked to that dog?" I could tell he was still a little skeptical. "Yeah, it was weird. It was like I was hearing her and she was really far away at first. I made some changes in the cognitive section of her brain and after a little bit I could hear her almost like she was really talking to me." "That's crazy! What are you going to do now?" "With Lucy? Not sure yet. At the gas station, I'm gonna get some dog food." "Dog food, what for?" "Oh, haha, I forgot to tell you. Lucy said she was escaping tonight at sunset. She's coming to my house." "You're kidding!" "No. It was her idea! She said she'd find me and she'd stay in the shadows so Animal Control wouldn't get called." "Shit, man. She really did get smarter! Sam is gonna freak! Haha!" "Yeah, I bet she is." We pulled into the gas station and spotted a police cruiser parked there. We didn't pay much attention to it and went inside. This was a bit of a bigger convenience store than usual. I walked up one of the aisles with Eddie right behind and spotted Kenny Williams. He grew up in the neighborhood with us. I waved to him and he spotted us. He did one of those chin-lift greetings and walked towards us. "Kenny, hows it going, man?" Eddie greeted him with a handshake. "Not too bad, boys. Staying outta trouble?" He's been on the force for 2 years now. He just got his own vehicle. Kenny turned and shook my hand. I got a sudden crazy idea. "Us? Trouble? Whatever do you mean, officer?" I smirked at him while I said that. "Yeah, yeah. I know you guys aren't gonna go around doing stupid stuff. How's your moms? Steve? Sam?" "Same old, same old. You know how it is. Routine every day, that's the American way!" Eddie responded. "Hey Kenny, you got a minute?" I wanted to talk to him, but not here in the store. "Yeah, what's up? Something wrong?" "Oh, everything is fine. I just wanted to bounce something off you. Do you work tonight, or are you getting off work soon?" "My shift is almost done. I can drop by tonight, if you want." "Yeah, that'd be great. Maybe I can get my mom to make you another plate and you can have dinner with us?" "A home cooked meal sounds awesome! I've been living off Chef Boyardee ever since my mom hurt her hip. She hasn't been up for cooking much lately. With dad gone, it's just us now." His dad had passed away a few years ago, from a heart attack. "Just come by after work!" "Will do, Aaron, Thanks!" We waved and he left with his bags of goodies he'd already bought. "What are you thinking, Aaron?" "Remember how I wanted to make a difference, but didn't know how? What's a better way to do it than to make a good honest cop much better at his job than the bad guys?" "Wow, that is a good idea. Just make sure you don't make any bad cops better. That'd be bad!" "Good thinking, Eddie. I'll keep that in mind." After we got our bag of dog food, we rode back towards out house. We don't ride directly by Lucy if we go straight to the gas station, so we didn't see her. I pulled up to my house and it was getting close to dinner time. Eddie just kept riding and yelled out "Later, dude!" I waved to him and put my bike in the backyard and went inside. I was not prepared to see what was happening in my house. Mom, Sam, and Stupid Steve were all sitting at the kitchen table playing Risk. This was particularly odd because Stupid Steve hates board games. I mean he HATES them. We got him to play Sorry with us once and he ended up flipping the whole table because he lost. We didn't try to get him to play anything else after that. I watched a bit because I was so shocked and since mom and Sam were turned away from me, Stupid Steve was the only one who saw me. "Hey, Aaron, come join us! I'm getting teamed up on over here, they have already formed a girl squad. I need an ally!" I walked over and started playing, still a little wary of the whole situation. They had started only a few minutes ago, so they were still setting up the pieces. I chose red because when I was little, Sam and I would watch Power Rangers all the time. I was always the Red Ranger and it just stuck that way. I'm always red everything, when I can pick anyway. I put my pieces down on the South America tiles because they weren't taken. "Mom, I invited Kenny over later, OK?" "That's fine, sweetie. I already cooked dinner. It's ready in the stove. Are you hungry or do you want to wait to eat with Kenny? Go, it's your turn." I put my guys down and attacked Sam. I tend to always play the blitzkrieg strategy with Risk. "I'll eat with Kenny. Did you all eat already?" "Yeah, Sam ate a little bit ago with us. Your mom and I decided to play hookie today and stayed home." "I don't know what's gotten into us, huh, hun? It's like we're teenagers again!" She giggled and leaned over and kissed Stupid Steve. "Listen. Aaron, Sam, I really want to say that I'm sorry about being so grouchy to you two. I don't know what was wrong with me. I just feel like I'm happy for the first time in a long time. Now I realize how I've been and I'm sorry." Sam and I exchanged looks. Looks like my little tweak worked. Maybe I should stop calling him Stupid Steve. "Uhh, OK. It's fine, as long as we are all getting along, everything is cool." I was the first one to talk after a few moments. This was the first time Steve has ever apologized for anything. "Yeah, Steve, we're cool." Sam smiled at him. We continued to play and actually had a great time. The first time he got attacked was by mom. I guess both Sam and I were still hesitant, even after the apology. Steve just growled at her and smiled. I guess he was fair game now. He really sucks at this, it seems. He kept putting all his guys on the wrong tiles and leaving open areas, which would then be immediately attacked. Needless to say, he was the first to lose. No table flipping this time. He just laughed and said good game. Sam and I exchanged glances then looked at mom. She smiled at us and shrugged her shoulders. Steve called out from the fridge and asked if we wanted anything. Sam yelled back "Coke and an iced tea?" "Coming right up!" He handed me a coke and Sam an iced tea. Then walked around to mom and leaned her back and kissed her. Sam and I did our required duties then and "Ewww" "Gross"-ed until they stopped being lovey-dovey in front of us. Mom caught her breath and whispered "Later!" but we all heard it. Steve walked over to his Lay-Z-Boy and sat down with a beer that he had gotten from the fridge. Mom did a visible sigh. I read her really quick and saw that she was sopping wet and her heart was pounding. Jeez, she was a teenager! Our game ended soon after that. Sam was apparently a tactical genius because she had managed to conquer the world with very few losses. While we were cleaning up, there was a knock on the door. I was closest, so I answered it. Kenny was here. "Kenny, hey! Mom made some dinner, it's in the oven. I don't know what it is either, so it's a surprise all around." "Anything is fine by me. I stopped at home and made mom something quick, then jetted over here. I'm starving. Hi, Mrs. Morez, Mr. Morez!" "Hi, Kenny!" "Evening!" They were wayyy too engrossed in themselves to notice much. "Come on, man. They just keep acting like teenagers. Let's go eat out in the patio." "Sweet." He followed me into the kitchen and made his plate. Beef stew. Mom always made some great stew. Come to think of it, she's a great cook all around. We walked out to the patio table and sat down. "What did you want to ask me? I figured you wanted to be out of earshot of your mom, that's why we're out here?" "You're gonna make a great cop, Kenny! Haha. Hmm" I thought for a second on how I was going to say this. "Honestly, how are things around here? As a cop, I mean. I know that this side of town isn't the greatest, but from your perspective." He looked at me for a bit while he chewed. "It's actually been getting pretty bad. There has been this group of guys that moved here a few years ago and they've been into all kinds of stuff. Drugs, prostitution, you name it. Worse off is that they've been recruiting, the detectives say. Why do you ask?" "Well, I was wondering because I wanted to ask you something. If you could be better than them, faster reflexes, better natural sight, stronger, faster... Would you like that?" "Well, of course, but how would I get all that?" "A few days ago, I discovered something. It's really weird to explain. I don't know how, but I can change people" "Change people how?" He was talking around a big mouthful of potatoes. I held out my arm and made a black and white printed out words that spelled 'ANY WHICH WAY I WANT'. Kenny nearly spit his food everywhere. He grabbed my arm and ran his fingers over the words. He looked at them this way and that looking for god knows what. "How'd you do that?" "This is what I wanted to show you. I can change you, if you want. You just can't tell anyone." "Is this a magic trick or a gimmick or something?" "No, man! Look, I'll prove it to you. Gimme your hand." He looked at me and hesitantly held out his hand. I put my hand on his arm and closed my eyes. Looking around I saw a couple of alarming things. Looks like his dad, and consequently Kenny, had a genetic malformation on a valve on their hearts. I guess that's why he had a heart attack so young. I fixed it and looked around some more. He's a pretty healthy 20-year-old. "You have a small heart defect. One of the valves is malformed, but only enough that it'll only cause you problems when you're older. I fixed it for you." I made his muscles more reflexive and stronger. He can now heal faster and his blood can clot a whole lot faster. His body looks for way to improve itself too. I also made his bones, ligaments, and tendons much stronger to handle his stronger muscles. I changed his eyes and made his normal sight much sharper. Then I decided to give him much stronger night vision, similar to owls. I also fixed a very mild scarring in his ear drums (probably from listening to music too loudly when he was younger) and made them stronger and more sensitive. Let's call this the police upgrade. That all happened in the span of a couple of seconds. I let go of his arm and he jumped up in surprise. Luckily, he didn't sit under the table or he would have sent it flying across the yard. He didn't know his own strength so he jumped a good 6 feet off the ground. "Holy shit! How did I do that?" He jumped again, this time in full force. He cleared 10 feet easy. "WHOA! This is awesome! What else did you do?" "I improved your day and night sight, made you stronger, faster, and more durable. You can also clot and heal much more efficiently." I was smiling at how excited he was. "You gotta tell the whole world about this! This is amazing!" "What?? No! You can't tell anyone about this! Especially not the world?" "Why not? You can't keep this bottled in! People need to know!" "You can't! Don't you see what will happen if you do?" He wasn't listening anymore, apparently. "I'm gonna call in my whole squad so they can get upgraded too!" "No, Stop!" I reached out to grab his arm, but missed because he was fast. Lucky for me, I was fast too, except he didn't know that. I made a slow move to grab his arm and expected him to counter it and grabbed his other hand much faster. I focused in and told him to sleep, in an instant. He dropped down to the ground in a heap. Shit! This is what I was afraid of. What do I do? I looked down at Kenny while he slept soundly. I couldn't exactly change his mind or anything. I guess the only thing to do was to make him want to listen to me. I reached down and make the adult changes to him. I woke him up. "Whoa, what happened? Aaron? What did you do this time?" I must have put him under hard, he was really groggy. "I put you to sleep. You were going to blab about me to everyone. You aren't doing that anymore. You'd going to keep this a secret and you are going to try to keep your new abilities a secret too, understand?" "Sure, anything you say!" He started to stand up. "Listen, Kenny, I didn't want to mess with you more than would have been helpful, but you weren't listening. You're going to treat me like you always do, cool?" "Sure, man!" "OK, then. Listen, go home and take care of your mom. Nothing else has changed in your life, just do as much as you can to make the world better, OK?" "You got it, Aaron. I'll talk to you later, huh?" He smiled and extended his hand. I shook it and he went to leave. Looking over his shoulder he said: "Stay outta trouble!" And left. I sat heavily on the patio chair. That was almost a crisis! I looked at the table. Kenny ate most of his food, I had finished mine. I looked up into the night and relaxed a bit and calmed down. I heard some rustling on the grass and saw my neighbor step out from around her side of the yard. She walked up to my patio and stopped short of the concrete. She was really pretty, actually. She has dark blonde hair and seems to be a few inches shorter than me. She was wearing comfortable sweats and a tank top. She had some nice perky B's I'd guess. They didn't sag at all and I knew that because she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were poking through her tank top. "Hi." was all she said. "...Hi. What can I do for you?" I had never talked to her before. "I live next door. Funny story, I went out for a smoke and I heard you two talking. I thought you were just talking about a video game or something. Then I saw that guy jump clearly higher than he should be able to. I listened some more and then the guy left." I looked at her thinking about how much my world could get turned upside down. What did this girl want? What could I possibly give her? Is she going to blackmail me? Turn me in? If so, to who? There were many questions running through my mind, but my mouth was shut. "Relax." She chuckled. "Aaron, right? "Yeah?" "I'm not going to tell the whole world. You don't need to put me to sleep or do whatever it is you did to make that guy calm down." "OK... What do you want then?" "I hate asking people for anything. I want you to know that off the bat. Can I sit down?" "Uhh, yeah, here." I pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and dragged the chair a bit close to me. She crossed her legs and lightly touched mine to hers. She sighed and closed her eyes. "When I was 23 I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. They did a full hysterectomy on me because it was beginning to spread. I hate asking this from you, but I heard the changes you made on that guy. I don't want super speed or anything like that. I just want to be able to have kids. Can you do that? Please?" I must have opened my mouth at some point. I just sat there and stared at her. She really was pretty. She had this country girl, girl-next-door type appeal that I was finding very attractive. I guess the flannel pajama pants might have been where the country vibe came from. I noticed my mouth was open and I shut it. I reached out my hand and she went to place hers on mine, but withdrew. "Please, don't do what you did to that guy in the end. I don't want to be a slave or anything. I won't tell anyone about you, I swear!" She seemed like she was close to tears. "What's your name?" "Angela Buckler. You can call me Angie" "I won't do anything to you that you won't want, I promise." I made a crossing motion over my heart. She reached out again and I held her hand. I focused and saw all the residual damage from the chemo, the incision and suture marks from the operation. I saw in her DNA what her reproductive system was supposed to be like and I saw the cells that had a predisposition to mutate, causing cancer. I used her own energy to grow and reshape her insides. I hear her making some noises. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, it just feels really weird what you're doing." She said out of breath. I finished reforming an immature reproductive system. It would grow on its own in a few months. I couldn't make a full completely mature one because as I made it, I was using her life force to create it. I saw it dim a little bit and I didn't want to push it too hard. All the changes up until now hadn't actually created anything. This was the first time I created something. Maybe life force is what I use to do this. Since I upped my metabolism and everything, I might have quite a bit more life force to work with that normal people, but it stands to reason that if I push too hard, I could kill someone by draining their life force while trying to help them. I looked around her body and noted that the abnormal cells were in other parts too. I added to her immune system the 'blueprint' I guess of those types of cells and her white blood cells would continue to fight and kill any type of cell that could someday turn into cancer. I opened my eyes and looked at Angie. She had been looking at me the whole time. "OK, Angie. I created an immature reproductive system and fixed all the stuff that the doctors cut out. Be warned though, that it's still growing and will keep growing for a few months. You shouldn't feel any type of pain, maybe some weird pressure. I also took the liberty to scan your body and saw the same types of cells that were abnormal in your original ovaries were also present in other areas of your body. I 'taught', I guess, your immune system to fight those cells." She sat there in shock. "Are you serious? You fixed me?" "Yeah, it'll just take a few months for it to mature." She basically launched herself at me and kissed me full on the lips about 1000 times. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." On one of the kisses she lingered and I put my hands around her and kissed back. I felt he hug me tighter and spread her lips a little. I followed suit and she kissed me harder and stuck her tongue, tentatively, in my mouth. This was the first girl I'd ever kissed and I wasn't quite sure what to do. I just kept copying what she did. We kissed for a little while and I began to wonder about mom and Steve. I tried to focus but it was a distracting with her kissing me and all. I focused harder and saw mom and Steve up in their bedroom. It took a bit more energy than I normally used since Angie was busy showing me some awesome new feelings. I focused a bit more and was able to connect to mom. Once I did connect to her I saw immediately that she was getting fucked. Not just fucked, but fucked hard. Steve was really letting her have it. Angie, all of the sudden, moaned really hard into my mouth and snaked a hand between us to her crotch. She mumbled into my mouth: "Oh my god! What is that?! I feel like I'm getting fucked really good!" I pulled back and looked at her. She was panting and her hand was inside her pants. "What happened? What was that? What did you do to me?" She was looking at me with wonder and lust. "You felt that?" I asked her trying to understand what it is that just happened. "Oh my god, yes! That was amazing! What was it?" Her hand was still moving in her pants, just a bit slower now. "I connected with my mom right when you started to moan into my mouth. You really felt my mom? Steve was really pounding her, wasn't he?" "Connected? Oh, I don't care right now, just kiss me again and reconnect to her!" She leaned in and kissed me again. I pushed her off gently and said "Hold on a second." I closed my eyes and focused. Mom was upstairs getting royally railed by Steve and Sam was... still downstairs it looked like. I focused a little more and realized she is standing at the edge of the blinds watching us. Hehe, that little sneak. "I'll be right back, then we can kiss some more!" I smiled at her and got up. I opened the door, peeked in, and looked at Sam. "Looks like you're about to get laid, Aaron." She said and smirked at me. "Ready to lose your V-card?" "What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I defended myself. She just gave me a 'really? come one...' stare and said: "Go, I'll cover for you." She reached over and turned off the porch lights and sat back on the couch. I closed the door again and looked at Angie. She was still looking at me with lust and wonder and still rubbing her pussy in her pants. "A virgin, huh?" I felt my cheeks go red. "Your sister is pretty nice if she's covering for you..." Her hands never stopped. "Since she is covering for you, why don't you come over to my place?" She stood up and took her hand out of her pants. She reached over and took my hand and lifted hers in front of my face. I could smell her sex on her fingers. I closed my eyes and took a big whiff. After I opened my eyes I saw that she was smiling at me. She turned around and held my hand. We must have walked to her house, but I swear I did one of those old cartoon style moves where they smell something so delicious that they float along the smell. I swear that's what I did. I walked into her house and shut the door behind me. She had a decent setup. Nice couch, TV, coffee table, etc... Nothing extravagant. She led me upstairs and to her bedroom. The layout here was the same as my house. the other two doors upstairs were closed. I followed her to her room a little anxious about what will happen. She must have picked up on that because when she turned around, she looked right at me and said: "Don't worry, Aaron. I'll take care of everything." Angie led me to her soft bed and had me sit down on it. She backed up a couple of steps and started to sway her hips. She reached her hands to her shirt and lifted it slowly up. I sat there, on her bed, hard as a rock, watching this amazing woman strip in front of me. I was awestruck. She finished lifting her shirt up and over and I saw her beautiful tits. They were apple sized and had zero sag. Her nipples were prominent and very aroused. I guess I had my mouth open again because she reached up and shut it with a finger, the same finger that was playing with her pussy earlier. I knew this because she wiped it on my lips, afterwards. She turned around and leaned down while she pulled her pants agonizingly slowly over her hips. When they cleared her hips, she stood up and they just fell to the floor. She doesn't like panties either, apparently. She walked to me and pushed me down gently and leaned next to my ear. "Scooch up a little..." She licked my earlobe after she said that and backed up. I scooched up until I was laying with only my lower legs hanging off the bed. She undid my buttons on my pants and pulled it down, following it with kisses. She must be some kind of a witch or gypsy or something because she was able to pull my pants and underwear down together with me laying down, not helping at all. She looked up at the newly appeared appendage. I wasn't ashamed of my size or girth, so I didn't think much of it. "Say... You can change your body on command, right? Can you make it bigger and wider?" I looked at my dick. It was already 7" and fit my hand (and Sam's) just fine, however, a request of that sort just can't be denied. I closed my eyes and focused and gave myself another 2 inches and widened it a bit more. "Good?" "Perfect..." she whispered this and crawled up the bed until she was looking down at my balls. She took one loooong lick from my balls to the tip and took the head into her mouth. She moaned around it and lovingly started to lick it and bob. "I can do another trick, but it involves changing you." She slurped as she popped my cock out of her mouth. "What's that, then?" "I can connect the nerves in your pussy, ass, and nipples to your mouth. It'll be like youre getting DPed and getting your nipples played all with while you suck." She had put my dick back in her mouth while she listened. She slurped again and looked at me with lust and adoration. "OK, but only because you asked." She started to pump my dick and lick in time with her fists. I focused and made the changes to her. I heard a loud moan around my dick. She lifted off with some spit connecting her lips to my dick. she pumped me and growled. "Hmmmm.... That was a nice little trick you got there... (she licked my dick again) Can you do what you did outside?" "I can try, I'm not completely sure how I did it." She went back to her amazing blowjob. I focused and saw that it was just as difficult as it was down in my patio. It must have something to do with getting a blowjob or maybe touching someone while I try to focus on someone else? I saw that my mom was next door. Walls apparently don't stop me from connecting to her in her room, although it was a bit tricky to do it. She's still getting pounded hardcore by Steve. Angie had been making increasingly louder noises while she sucked on me and once I made the connection she started to buck her hips on my leg and her whole body started to shake. She, apparently, was having such a hard orgasm from getting stimulation directly to her erogenous zones and to her mind from connecting to my mom that she just pulled her mouth off my dick, clenched her fist really hard, pumped my dick like there's no tomorrow, and moaned really loud! She didn't come down for a good 60 seconds. My dick was painfully throbbing, but she was still holding it. She leaned over and growled while she attacked it with her mouth. It was like she was trying to give me an orgasm as hard as the one I gave her. It didn't take long. I shot into her mouth a couple of minutes after her initial assault after her orgasm. She swallowed every drop and kept licking it. I felt drained, but I didn't want to be done just yet. I focused on my body and gave myself incredible staying powers. I stayed hard and was immediately ready to go again. She looked up at me and smiled. She crawled up and kissed me while she flipped a leg over my hips. She reached between us and ran my dick up and down her pussy. "Wait, wait. I can't go in your pussy, remember? I might damage your immature organs there, especially with this monster." She stopped moving for a second and then got a Cheshire Cat smile across her face. She sat up and brought her other hand to her mouth. She took spit and reached behind her while still pumping my dick and rubbing it on her pussy and over her clit. I didn't notice until now, but she had a really pronounced clit. I reached down and put my hand on her leg while I toyed with it with my thumb. She was done with whatever she was doing because she straightened out and shifted her hips. She had leaned forward a bit so I couldn't see much of what was going on, but I felt my dick push up against something really hot. She balanced on her legs and reached between us with her other hand and grabbed the bottom of my dick and squeezed hard while she was toying with the head with her other hand behind her. I just laid back and enjoyed it all with my eyes closed. I felt more pressure at my dickhead and it suddenly popped inside her. I opened my eyes and was about to tell her that I can't fuck her pussy when she leaned back again. She put her hands on either side and spread her legs. I saw her pussy in all its glory without my dick in it. I looked further down and saw the head firmly inserted into her asshole. She looked at me and smiled and pushed herself down on my cock. She couldn't get it in one go, so she would go up and down pushing further each time. It took a good 8 or 9 tries until she settled her nice ass on my legs. "Whew! Big boy." She winked at me, then started to lift off and settle again. The feeling was indescribable. I involuntarily humped back and she started to match my humps. Within a couple of minutes I was humping up and she was almost slamming herself down on me. By that time, she had already had 3 great looking orgasms, I think. Every time she did, she'd slam down hard and play with her clit. I saw (and felt) her pussy contract really visibly once, hold, let go and do it again. 4 or 5 times with a nice 1 second hold. Then she would clench in quick waves and once it subsided she would start fucking her asshole on my dick again. She kept regularly adding spit for lubrication along with her seeping pussy juices so she wouldn't have to stop fucking me. "I've never had anyone in my ass this long without them cumming. You're incredible!" Her erogenous zones were still tied together so her clit and nipples were getting a workout even when she wasn't touching them. "I want you to cum in my ass!" She kept bouncing. I reached underneath her and easily lifted. I guess she weighed maybe 115 lbs. I could probably lift 600 or 700. I held her up and started to buck my hips into her. Faster and faster until I felt that feeling behind my balls. This time it was a bit different. It wasn't a creeping feeling, like its coming. It was more like 'lookout, a tsunami is coming!'. I felt something huge getting ready to take place and I redoubled my efforts and by then I was taking 7 or 8 inch lurches into her ass while she was incoherently cumming on my dick. I saw her juices leaking out of her pussy. I knew I was there and I just let go. She sat up and moaned one last time, louder than ever. I know I couldn't measure it but, it felt like gallons, right in her ass. Some cum started to dribble out of her ass and she sat back on the bed. She sat up and rushed to her shirt. She held her shirt against her ass and trotted to the master bath. I just laid in bed savoring my post coital relaxed self. She came out moments later and went straight around the bed to the side where my head was closest and kissed me hard. "By far... The best... Fuck... Ever!" She said between passionate kisses. I just smiled up at her. "Want me to reverse that trick?" She had stood up while I said that. She leaned back down and bit my neck lightly then whispered in my ear: "Not in a million years..." And walked around the bed. She gathered my clothes and set them on her bed and helped me sit up. "It's getting late, Aaron. You should head home." I closed my eyes and focused. Mom was passed out and her pussy and ass were a little sore. Steve was passed out right next to her with a half a chub. Sam was in her room now, on her phone. "Nobody is going to miss me right now. Want to go for round 2?" I never wanted to stop! "Next time, tiger. I know where you live after all." She winked at me and tossed me my shirt. She watched me get dressed and walked with me out of her bedroom. One of the other doors was open. I could have sworn they were both closed before. We walked downstairs and there was a beautiful girl in just her panties eating an apple at the table at the bottom of the stairs. She was truly a vision. Raven black hair, light freckles on her nose and shoulders, petite little tits with nice little nipples and steel grey eyes. Her nipples, navel, and eyebrows were pierced. She locked eyes with me and just kept on eating her apple while I stared at her pretty little tits. "Valerie, what are you doing?" Angie asked her. "Eating an apple, sis. Isn't it obvious? It was too hard to sleep with you screaming and moaning and cumming every 5 minutes. Who's this?" "Uhh, hi. I'm Aaron." I walked up to her and she extended her hand for me to take. I leaned down and kissed it, while looking at her. I saw that in a movie once... "Mmmm. He's a sexy young boy toy. Where did you find this one?" "Next door, surprisingly." "Next door, like, next door neighbor?" "Yes, just like that..." We had been making our way to the back door this whole time. I looked at Angie and said a little hushed: "Don't tell anyone, OK?" "Tell anyone what, lover-boy?" Angie leaned back and looked over her shoulder at Valerie. "That him and I hooked up. Go to bed, nosy." Then she leaned in close to me and whispered: "I won't, promise." Then Angie kissed me lightly. I stepped back and into the night and she closed the door. I stood still for a second not quite believing what happened. I started to walk around the bush when a white figure walked towards me. "LUCY!" She found me after all. She panted and gave me a big doggy grin while she walked up to me. I knelt down and started rubbing her neck and chest. I connected to her. *Lucy found you master. Did you mate with the female human?* Whoa, her speech, I guess you could call it, is getting even better. "Yes, Lucy, and it was very nice." *Lucy is glad. Can Lucy sleep here, master? Lucy is also hungry.* She licked me while she said that. "I don't know, Lucy. I have to make sure with my mom if it's OK for you to stay. I did get you some food, though. Wait out here." I went into the house and grabbed the bag I had left by the door and came back outside. Lucy was sitting patiently right where I asked her to wait. I beckoned to her and she grinned at me and patted over. I spilled what I thought was a good amount of food on the ground for her. I petted her back while she ate. *Thank you, master. This is good. Lucy prefers beef than chicken, though. Lucy doesn't know why, but Lucy can understand quite a bit more than Lucy could yesterday.* She kept on eating and 'talking' to me. "I helped you Lucy. I helped you understand more. Are you happy about that?" *Lucy is happy, master. Lucy can sleep out here. There is a spot in that bush that is nice and soft. Lucy will sleep there until master can find out if Lucy can stay.* "OK Lucy. I'll find out tomorrow. Just remember, that you don't want to be seen. I don't want the dog catcher coming to get you." I hugged her and she wrapped her paw around me. She really is a smart dog. *Good night, master. Lucy will watch your house and protect it.* I smiled at her and petted her head again. She grinned at me and went back to eating. I walked back inside and got some water and put it into a big bowl. I set to bowl of water next to Lucy and petted her again. Then turned around and went back inside. What a night.... I walked upstairs and peeked in Sam's room. "How was she? I could hear her from here..." I laughed and walked inside. "I couldn't even try to describe it. It was awesome." "How did all that start anyway?" She put her phone down and looked at me. I looked back while I sat on her bed. "Remember Kenny? (she nodded) Eddie and I ran into him at the gas station today. He came over and we went to eat outside. I asked him how things were around here from a cops perspective and he said that they were getting worse. Apparently, there is a gang, or something, in town that is formidable. I asked him if he would like to be upgraded and he said yes. I made him better and he wanted to tell everyone. He was making a lot of noise and I had to put him to sleep. Then I made him into a kind of slave for me. He's still the same, he just does what I say, if I tell him to do it. All I told him to do was not tell anyone and to try to keep a low profile. After he left, the neighbor walked over there and said she heard it all. She asked me to reverse her hysterectomy. I did and one thing led to another and next thing I knew I was balls deep in her asshole." Sam just looked at me for a moment. "Wow..." "Yeah. Wow..." "You fucked the neighbor in the ass?" She wasn't turned off by this, apparently. "Well... She kinda fucked ME with her asshole... Oh, and she asked me to grown my dick too." "How much?" "2 more inches and wider." "Can I see?" I looked at her and smiled my naughtiest smile. "Of course..." I stood up and dropped trou'. I was only half hard but you could tell that it was bigger. Sam reached out and started to stroke it. It was completely hard in no time. "Did you wash it since you fucked her ass with it?" She kept on pumping. She's a good girl, hehe. "Haven't had a chance..." "Dang, that's too bad. I wanna try this monster out with my mouth..." She looked at it in adoration. She got off the bed and kneeled in front of me. She kept pumping and started to use her other hand to tickle my balls. I was getting close, the more she did it. It didn't take all that long. The only reason I lasted with Angie was because I wanted to. I came after a few more minutes of her expert hands. She had aimed it at her open mouth and caught most of it. It really did seem like more than usual. She looked me in the eyes and showed me how she caught it in her mouth. She had a glob or two running down her cheek and chin. She closed her mouth and made an overly dramatic swallowing motion and showed me it was all gone. I smiled at her and stood her up. I laid her back in bed and wrapped my hands around her legs, putting my head between. I looked to the sides and bit her inner thighs as I went lower and lower. I took her panties off her hips and pulled them off with my teeth. "Mmmmm. I like!" She mewled at me. I focused on her and saw that, apparently, she heard it all through our walls and it turned her on. She was already primed and ready to blow. I don't know if she played with herself or not, but I dove right in and sucked hard on her clit. She still had the nerve connections on her erogenous zones so she was bucking hard instantly. I hadn't thought to silence her so she made a sudden cry. My eyes got wide and I muted her. I reached as far as I could inside her pussy then I went lower and repeated it with her asshole. I brought my tongue back up to her clit and sucked and bit it lightly again. I reached up with my fingers and probed her pussy with two fingers from my right hand. I pushed them right in. She enjoyed that. I pulled them out. She complained, so I pushed 2 fingers from my left hand in and she enjoyed that too. Then I surprised her and put my right two fingers at her ass hole and slowly pushed. She went still. I pushed harder and as soon as I went in she tilted her hips down and engulfed my two fingers with her ass. Hmm... Maybe I might want to try putting other interesting appendages in there. I pulled out my fingers and pushed them back in her asshole while I coaxed her g-spot to cum. I wasn't sucking on her clit anymore because I was flicking her clit and pushing it this way and that. She froze again and I felt her pussy clench and her ass clench harder. She was having one delicious orgasm right now. Clench... Clench... Clench clench clench. Then she relaxed a bit. I withdrew slowly and saw how wet my hands were. This girl cums hard. I smiled. I looked up at her and she was already half asleep. I tucked her in and left the room after kissing her forehead. I took a shower because I was still pretty sticky from sweat and copious amounts of sex. Wow. I actually had sex! Anal counts, right? I fell asleep immediately once I laid my head down. Thankfully, because of my new and improved memory, I will remember every detail of that day forever. Critiques? Send me an email at [email protected] Constructive criticism is always welcome.

The Virgin Tease (F/M, F/F, tease, denial) Part 1 First Clinician Jenny called Rob from the waiting room and led him to a treatment room. As he followed her, his eyes focused on the slender beauty with light brown hair and a crisp uniform dress that settled a few inches above her knees. Her bare legs and white sneakers, as well as her walk, had an innocent teasing quality. Her smile conveyed a sensual depth that almost contradicted her age of 19. "Please take off all your clothes," Jenny instructed. She stood and watched as Rob disrobed. She smiled when she saw his cock cage. "It says you got an enema from Nurse Rina this morning. How was it?" "Oh man, she really gave it to me good! I thought she'd never let me get rid of it. And I was so full! It just kept on and on." Jenny giggled. "Yes, she does have a way with enemas. She gives me an enema twice a week. The same kind she gave you." Rob grimaced, a sign that his expanding cock encountered the constriction of the cage. Jenny noticed but did not give Rob any indication. "And this is the fourth day you've had your chastity device. How has it been?" "It's not a lot of fun... I can't wait for it to come off." "You know that the experiment requires edging and denial of orgasm, right? And that at the conclusion, Nurse Ashley will ask you a series of questions." "Y-yes..." "Good. Lie back on the table and I'll bind you in place. Today's session will be three hours of teasing, edging, and denial." Rob's heart raced when he felt Jenny's efficient hands bind his wrists to the table. She bound his ankles apart and removed the chastity device. Rob gave a sigh, and Jenny smiled. His unencumbered erection reached skyward. She squirted oil on his throbbing erection and used her hands to carefully spread it. Then began the most arduous experience Rob had ever known. Jenny gave his cock a few quick pumps with her experienced hand, and he approached ejaculation quickly. Just before he would have spurted, she put her hands behind her and calmly waited for his cock to subside. Rob grimaced and panted. A few moments later, she wrapped her hand lightly around his flagpole. "Oh my, you have a sensitive cock! These give me the most fun!" She pumped slowly, each one taking more than 15 seconds. Using this method, she delayed his ascent to the edge of ejaculation for several minutes. Rob's choked moans delighted her. She figured that he had never been teased or edged. She smiled and withdrew her hands when she detected the telltale signs of approaching ejaculation. "Please," he implored as he panted. "Please!" "Rob," she panted lustily, "just seeing the intense wanting in your eyes is enough to give me an orgasm." Then she put her legs together and closed her eyes. Her whole body trembled, and a few high pitched whimpers escaped her. Then a big sigh as a sexual blush spread across her face. Rob was near spurting just from the scene. Jenny reached under her uniform and pulled off her panties. There was a large damp spot on them, and she brought it close to Rob's nose. "Do you know what a girl's pussy smells like when she's had an orgasm? Here, inhale my scent. Guys tell me that it's like an aphrodisiac!" Rob inhaled, and felt a strong pulse of pre-cum seep from his cock. Jenny smiled. "Rob, I'm going to put a ball stretcher on you to help keep you from ejaculating. You've got one of the most sensitive cocks I've worked with, and we can't have you spilling it before the experiment is complete." Then she efficiently placed a plastic appliance on him that kept his balls away from the base of his cock. "Now I can continue," she said, and squirted more oil on his member. After a few moments of casually stroking his purple erection, he was close to spurting but his ball stretcher kept him from crossing the line. He continued to plead with Jenny. "Unhhh... Gawd, I need to cum! Please, please let me cum!" Jenny put her free hand under her dress and stroked her pussy as she kept on teasing Rob's cock. It took only a moment of this and she treated him to her gasps of orgasm. She then turned her attention to his balls and the insides of his thighs at the same time she slowly stroked his member. "Rob, do you know that I'm a virgin?" she teased. Another strong pulse of pre-cum. "I've never had intercourse, yet I know more about male anatomy than most girls who have fucked their brains out!" she kept on with her gradual stroking. "Not only that, I have a boyfriend AND a girlfriend!" "Aaaugh! Let me cum! Please!" She giggled and wagged her finger at him. "Uh-uh-uhh! No cumming until I let you!" "Uhhnh! You - you're a virgin and have a boyfriend and a girlfriend?! How do you, umm..." "Oh, I get lots of sexual satisfaction, Rob! I have lots of orgasms." Jenny's hands kept working his cock with frustrating skill. "You know Nurse Ashley - the one you saw to sign you up for the experiment - she's my girlfriend. She also has a boyfriend." Rob thought of the attractive brunette nurse Ashley. She had a slightly dominant demeanor, and the mental picture of her and Jenny in bed, naked, their arms around each other, their legs touching, lips locked in a passionate kiss, made his midsection tingle with renewed desire. Jenny put her face close to Rob's and whispered sexily, "One more thing, Rob - I love the taste of cum. Sometimes, after Ashley's boyfriend fucks her until he's spent, I'll eat her pussy - her pussy full of cum, Rob! That sends her into orbit!" Rob pumped his hips and twisted in his restraints. "Gaah! No more! Please let me cum now!" Jenny giggled as she kept her charge on the edge of ejaculation. "My boyfriend spends a couple nights a week with me. I have to wear a chastity device for my pussy when we're together so I don't give in and let him fuck me. I let him fuck my legs, though." Rob was nearly incoherent. "I'll spread oil on my legs, Rob. Then I lay there with my legs together and he lies on top of me, pumping his thing between them. He's imagining he's inside my virgin pussy, and just seeing the want in his eyes sends me into orgasm. Then he cums and cums, between my legs!" Jenny's free hand quickly went to her pussy. "Oh... Ohh... OH! Ahh! Mmmmmf!" She gasped as she had another spectacular orgasm. "I'd better have a short break, Rob. This is hard work." Then she took her panties, wadded them up, and rubbed her pussy with them. After placing them on Rob's face so he could get a steady dose of her scent, she left the room for a few minutes. When she returned she noticed Rob's cock had not subsided. "How's that sensitive cock doing, Rob? Oh! It looks like it still likes me! I'll have to spend some time with it!" Rob's entire midsection was steeped in wanting and intense desire. As Jenny's skilled hands and teasing manner kept him constantly close to ejaculation, she fed his fantasies by telling him of her personal life. "My boyfriend wants to marry me, Rob. I suppose I'd have to let him fuck me in the pussy if I got married. Sometimes I think it would be fun, but I'm having more fun as a virgin. Also, I'd lose my title here. First Clinician means virgin, Rob. It means the young lady who's teasing and handling you has never had intercourse." Rob could do nothing but groan and beg for relief. Over the next hour, Jenny teased Rob's cock and balls, and alternated using the ball stretcher and leaving it off. She proved her extraordinary skill, as few girls could tease like that without accidentally bringing their charge to ejaculation. Though she thoroughly enjoyed teasing, she had the self discipline to let go at the right time. Desperate tears of frustration and wanting escaped from Rob's eyes as he continued to sincerely beg Jenny for relief. At the end of the second hour, Nurse Ashley came in and summoned Jenny away for a few minutes. When Jenny returned, she had a mischievous look on her face. As she started handling and teasing his cock, she said, "Nurse Ashley was looking at your original paperwork, and pointed out to me that I had made a mistake in transcribing your information to my worksheet. I'll tell you what I did later." She resumed teasing Rob with her hands and her words. "She's going to give me a good spanking tonight for my mistake. Her boyfriend will be there. I'll have to take everything off except my sneakers. Then I'll get across her lap for my paddling. Omigawd! She spanks hard! Twenty five swats, Rob! I usually beg her to stop after ten, but she won't stop until I've gotten the whole spanking!" "Let me cum! Please, please!" She giggled. "Then I have to stand in the corner and listen to them fuck - at least twice. If I took my spanking well, she'll let me taste the cum in her pussy - while her boyfriend watches. After that, all is forgiven. She sends her boyfriend home and takes me to bed." Rob panted and begged wile she kept handling him for a few moments. "Rob, I can't help it! I've got to have another orgasm." While his midsection steeped in the hot sensation of intense and frustrated desire, she again put her free hand under her uniform dress and quickly jilled herself to an intense orgasm. Her quick gasps aroused him to such a degree that an unbidden spurt of pre-cum emerged. Jenny used it as additional lubricant. "See, Rob, even though I'm a virgin I can get as many orgasms as I want!" Rob struggled wordlessly as Jenny kept him near the point of no return. She continued to tease with her hands, mannerisms, and words. She giggled frequently and made sexy faces while running her hands over his chest and caressing his face. "I've told you that Nurse Rina gives me a large enema twice a week. Oh my gosh, I have trouble with those! Ashley likes to watch - it makes her pussy fill with her sticky cream!" Jenny smiled as Rob continued to pant and groan. He resigned himself to the fact that this pretty clinician was not going to let him cum until the treatment was over. "That's not all, Rob - when we get home Ashley gives me a nice long fucking with her strap-on. In the tail end, Rob! She ties my hands in front of me so I can't interfere. Then she fucks me past the point where I'm sure I can't take any more! I beg her to stop: 'Ashley, PLEASE! Stop! No more! Not so hard!' Rob, the fucking just goes on and on! She loves to hear me moan and shout and feel me wiggle when she fucks me!" Rob twisted and thrashed about on the table trying to deal with Jenny's relentless teasing. Never had he felt such an intense physical and emotional need to ejaculate. Jenny gave herself more orgasms as she worked on him, until the third hour of teasing and edging was complete. Nurse Ashley entered the room. "Have you told him yet?" she asked Jenny. "No. Only that there was a mistake and that you're going to give me a good paddling for it." Ashley smiled and cupped Rob's balls in her hand. "You really want to cum, don't you?" she teased with a a sly smile. All Rob could do is groan and pant. "Rob, Jenny thought she was going to bring you to ejaculation today at the conclusion of your session. Your original paperwork, however, had you for two days of sessions before that will happen. So I'm going to put your cock cage on you and have you back here tomorrow for another three hour session." "Noooo! No! Please, no! I can't take it! I've got to cum now!" Tears of frustration streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Rob, but that's the way it has to be." She pulled on his ball sac while concurrently squeezing his nuts until his erection subsided enough to permit Jenny to put the cock cage in place and lock it. Jenny left the room and Ashley released his bindings and had him get dressed. After she led him out to the waiting room, she went back to her office. Jenny was there. "Let's go home, young lady. You've got quite an evening ahead of you. Oh, and I signed you up for an enema tomorrow after your session with Rob. I told her to extend the retention time to 15 minutes instead of 5. I want to watch." Jenny sat with her hands in her lap, her eyes looking down. She knew she would make a spectacle of herself while taking in Nurse Rina's 3-quart sudsy enema and having to retain it for an extended time. She would have no choice but to stridently beg for relief. "Yes ma'am," she quietly whispered. Part 2 First Clinician Jenny reclined on the examination table and placed her feet in the stirrups for her weekly virginity check. Nurse Rina spread Jenny's pussy lips and carefully examined her insides. "You're good. Trish, you're next." Jenny, after putting her clothes back on, summoned Rob from the waiting room. Her uniform dress was a little shorter than what she wore the previous day, and her sexy wiggle a little more pronounced than before. "Take off your clothes and lie back on the table, just like yesterday. You have another three hour edging and denial session," she teasingly instructed. Rob's midsection ached from his arousal, and his cock hurt from its confinement in the chastity device. Jenny bound Rob's wrists and ankles to the table and removed his cock cage. He looked at the pretty clinician and was sure he could not endure another three hours of edging and denial. Knowing that the teasing was being performed by a virgin female made his arousal all the more intense. Since he was bound in place, he knew he'd have to endure everything she would do. The virgin clinician sensed his thoughts and used them to her advantage as she unlocked his cock cage. "Rob, this is going to be hard for you, isn't it? Having your cock handled by a virgin! A virgin with a boyfriend and a girlfriend! (Giggle!)" Rob's breathing was heavy as he tried to keep his composure. Jenny squirted oil on his cock and balls and begain to lightly handle them. His cock, of course, became hard and throbbing immediately. He twisted his hips and panted. "Oh my, you are in such a state!" Jenny teased. "I'm going to have to be very careful not to let you ejaculate! You may need the ball stretcher soon." "Please let me cum! I don't think I can take all this!" Rob was immediately ashamed of his pleading, since he had convinced himself that he could take any amount of teasing without begging for relief. "Three hours, Rob! Three... whole... hours!" She giggled, and Rob whimpered. She continued to tantalize him with her words as she ever so gently handled his cock. "You're probably wondering if I got my spanking last night, Rob. I did. She really gave it to me good! I tried to take it well, but after a few swats I couldn't help squirming and kicking my legs. Her boyfriend watched, and I knew he was about to cum in his pants from seeing me get it! I bet you'd like to see me get a good paddling, wouldn't you? You'd like to see me get it hard, for all the teasing I do!" She slowed her stroking to an agonizingly slow pace. After several minutes she said, "Time for a little break. I've got to have some relief now!" Then she put her hand under her uniform. Rob was almost incoherent from hearing her choked moans of bliss and seeing the expressions on her face as she climaxed hard. After she attached a ball stretching appliance on Rob, she resumed her expert tease-handling, and was able to give more intense stimulation without fear of sending him into immediate ejaculation. She put on her sexy teasing smile and said, "Rob, just before I came to get you I had all my clothes off and I was lying on an examination table with my feet in the stirrups. My legs were spread to show my pussy so that Nurse Rina could check me to be sure I'm still a virgin. All the first clinicians here have to submit once a week. You'd like to see that, wouldn't you? Your virgin cock teaser with her legs wide open. You'd have probably shot a wad in your pants!" Jenny giggled and continued her work. Rob uttered close-mouthed groans in a struggle to keep from begging to cum. Again and again, as she smiled, giggled, and sang, Jenny brought Rob to the precipice of ejaculation. Over and over, just when he was sure that he'd be permitted to spurt, she suddenly withdrew her nimble hands and calmly waited for the urgency to pass. Rob was not successful in refraining from pleading with the pretty clinician. Desperate, whispered entreaties were sweet music to Jenny, and more than once she stopped to treat herself to an intense orgasm. After wiping her pussy scented finger under his nose, she again - and again - took him up to the edge and back down. She took the ball stretcher off for a few minutes at a time, and almost pretended to stroke Rob's cock, her touch was so light. She knew how much stimulation would send him into an uncontrollable episode of spurting, and stayed frustratingly short of it. Rob lost track of time. To a male, one minute of teasing can seem like ten, and as the minutes blended together, the sweet delirium of desperation consumed all his attention. He was practically incoherent, and Jenny continued to use words as well as her hands to drive him far past the point where he thought he could not endure one more second of denial. "Another thing, Rob - when I'm done with your session, Nurse Ashley wants to watch me get an enema. A three quart soapsuds enema, like the kind you got yesterday. Except that I'm supposed to retain it for fifteen minues instead of five!" She teasingly cocked her head to one side. "Oh, Rob, I don't know if I can take it! It's hard enough holding it in for five minutes, but three times as long! I'm going to put on quite a show for her. I'm sure I'll beg Nurse Rina to let me get rid of it - but she always follows Nurse Ashley's directions." All that Rob could think about was how close he was to spurting and how intensely he wanted to cum. "Tonight, Ashley's going to fuck me with her strap-on - in the tail end, Rob. Sometimes she's gentle and it feels really good. Sometimes she gets excited and makes me squirm under her. It goes so far up inside me that I can almost taste it! Oh! I need another orgasm - hang on!" Jenny's gasps of orgasm were loud and intense, and Rob's reaction was as if he'd been edged and denied several times. His torment went on for the duration of the appointment, and many times he shamelessly begged her to let him cum. "You probably feel like you could give me a gallon of cum - if only I'd let you ejaculate! (Giggle!) I'll go get Nurse Ashley so she can check you over." She was gone several minutes while Rob's cock bobbed in aroused frustration. Nurse Ashley looked sexy and pert in her crisp uniform. Her dress seemed shorter than he remembered. Jenny smiled as she looked on. Ashley ever so lightly grasped Rob's frustrated cock and examined it. She giggled. "Oh my, it looks like this one is rather desperate! You're right, Jenny - the sensitive ones definitely feel the effects of denial!" Then she squeezed his nuts, increasing the pressure until his erection subdided slightly. "Rob, how would you like several of my first clinicians - all virgins - to spend an hour extracting your semen?" A pulse of pre-cum suddenly oozed from his cock. "I thought you'd like the idea," Nurse Ashley giggled. "Usually, at the conclusion of an multi-day experiment, we have the client get dressed, and then conduct the interview. They have to take care of their ejacualtory needs on their own, away from the clinic." Rob's erection returned to full force, and swayed in front of the Nurse and her virgin clinician. Ashley continued, "The male we had who was going to have three days of work here dropped out because of a family emergency. You're the only one who can fill that role now, without us starting a new experiment. I'd like you to participate one more day - and in return, I'll have Jenny and three or four other First Clinicians drain you as much as possible for a whole hour after your session tomorrow." Rob was almost beside himself with frustration, but the prospect of a group of virgin clinicians working on draining his balls was too attractive to pass up. He reluctantly agreed, and Nurse Ashley scheduled him for an enema prior to his third edging and denial session. Then she attached his cock cage and sent him home. A little while later, Jenny was on a treatment table, completely naked, on her hands and knees, with her forehead down. Ashley had kicked off her shoes and removed her panties and was seated strategically with her bare legs apart in preparation for observing Jenny's forthcoming enema. Nurse Rina prepared Jenny's three quart soapsuds enema and attached an inflatable retention nozzle. She lubricated the nozzle, and then applied lubricant to Jenny's nether portal. Jenny pressed her lips together as she felt Nurse Rina's hands spread her bottom and press the tip of the nozzle against her. "Relax, Jenny, I'm going to insert the nozzle!" Nurse Rina gently pushed until the nozzle overcame the resistance. "Uhhhh! Ohh! Ahhh!" Jenny moaned. When the nozzle was all inside, Rina gave it a few pumps to inflate it. "UHH! OH!" she squirmed. Ashley's hand went to her brunette pussy and slowly stroked. Her pussy was already aroused and wet from the scene before her. Jenny looked back at the bulging three quart container. "Okay, Jenny, I'm going to begin your enema now," Rina said, and opened the valve. Jenny immediately felt the warm sudsy solution squirt into her. "It's not going in fast, but I won't stop it until it's all inside you! I want you to keep your head down." An involuntary whimper escaped Jenny's mouth. She felt the enema solution relentlessly intrude further inside her. "Uhhhh!" she exclaimed as she desperately wiggled her bottom in response to the pressure. Ashley's hips tingled with arousal. She tried to pace her stimulation so that her first of many orgasms would not occur too soon. When watching Jenny, she was rarely sucessful. "Uhhhh! Ohhh! Uhhhhmff!" Jenny's exclamations became more strident as the constant pressure inside her increased. She looked back at the three quart bag - it was just half empty. She whimpered. Still, the solution kept intruding. "Ohhhh! Please stop! Just for a minute!" Ashley smiled. Nurse Rina looked on with interest. She did not interrupt the flow. "OH! The pressure! Oh, Ashley, please have her stop!" "It's all going in without stopping, honey! Relax and take your enema," Ashley said in a quavering voice. A moment later she shamelessly crested and gasped several times in orgasm. As the enema continued to flow, Jenny's struggle became more animated, and her open-mouthed outcries more intense. Another few moments, and the last of the enema spurted into her. "Fifteen minutes, honey," Rina said. "Oh, Please!" Jenny panted as she squirmed. "Keep your bottom up there, and your forehead on the table!" Rina ordered. Jenny kicked her feet on the table, and Ashley surrendered to another orgasm. Jenny continued to plead and squirm. About halfway through her long retention, Rina told her to lie on her back. Ashley fingered Jenny's pussy and noticed that she was quite creamy. She then stroked her girlfriend's pussy lips and clitoris. Jenny's moans of distress turned to those of pleasure, and she eventually bucked her hips in orgasm. "That should make it a little easier to take," Ashley quipped, and Jenny moaned. At long last, her enema retention time was over, and she was permitted to get rid of it. Later, at home, Jenny was on Ashley's bed, face down, legs spread, with a bolster pillow raising her hips. She easily received Ashley's strap-on probe in her tail end, and surrendered to it. Ashley's rhythm of pumping was gentle and sensuous. "Have you ever considered letting your boyfriend take you in the tail?" Ashley asked. "Uhhh! Oh! N-n-o... I mean yes, sometimes. Uhnnh! I'm afraid he would try to slip it in my pussy! Oh! Ashley, that feels good!" "You could wear your chastity device, and he could still ejaculate inside you," Ashley said in a quavering voice. Much of her arousal from using the strap-on came from her dominance and Jenny's surrender. "I could help teach him how to do it gently." "You'd stay and watch?! Uhnnh!" "I'd supervise, so to speak. He's coming over later. Why don't you try it?" She pumped harder. "Oh! Ahh! Yiii! Yes! I want to do that!" "Good! I'll show him how to use butter as a lubricant. It's so slippery, he'll go right in! Oh, Jenny! I'm going to pull out now. I want you to eat my pussy!" Jenny was aroused and unsatisfied - just as Ashley had planned. She locked Jenny's chastity device in place and kept the key. Later that night, under Ashley's direction, Jenny's boyfriend learned how to gently use his cock where Ashley's strap-on probe had been. After his first ejaculation, which arrived quickly, she left them alone. Three times during the night Ashley jilled herself to the sound of Jenny's moans and her boyfriend's eventual exclamations of passion when he could not help ejaculating. Part 3 Nurse Ashley led Rob to a treatment room and watched him remove his clothes. Rina fixed the three quart soapsuds enema and administered it. Rob had to endure a 5 minute retention after all the solution was inside. After getting cleaned up, Jenny came and led him to her treatment room and bound him in place. She delighted in his reaction when she unlocked his cock cage. "You need the ball stretcher right away!" she gasped, and cinched it on him. Then, with slippery hands, she began his third day of excruciating teasing. "I got a big enema yesterday after our session, Rob. I had to hold it inside me for fifteen minutes! Imagine - the same amount of water as you got this morning, for fifteen minutes! I gave the nurses quite a show, and Nurse Ashley gave herself several orgasms while she watched me. I know you'd like to watch me get one!" All Rob could think about was getting relief that he hadn't experienced for several days. And Jenny was focused on increasing his need, increasing his desire beyond what he had ever known. "After we got home she used her strap-on - in my tail end. I submitted to her, Rob, and she fucked me nice and deep." "Aaaaugh! I can't take any more! Let me cum! Please!" Jenny giggled, and brought him close to the point of no return several times. "My boyfriend spent the night with me, Rob. I had my chastity device on, of course, but I did something I hadn't done before. I had him rub butter on his cock - so it would get nice and slippery. Then I let him fuck me the same way that Nurse Ashley does. In my tail! He did me four times last night, and I carried a lot of sperm inside me. He sure likes to cum!" She kept one hand loosely stroking his cock while she slipped her other hand under her dress. "I hope you don't mind, Rob - this is getting me so hot that I need an orgasm - oh... oh-ahhh... mmmmnah! (Gasp!) Oh! OH-MY-GOSH! (Gasp!) Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" She gasped and wiggled as she surrendered to her intense orgasm, and Rob's cock spurted pre-cum on her hand which she used as added lubricant. "My boyfriend really wants my pussy. He wishes I'd let him cum - over and over - inside my hot pussy. But I won't let him! It's so much fun being a virgin (giggle!)" To Jenny's delight, Rob squirmed and begged to be allowed to ejaculate. "I think he needs some training, Rob. Maybe I'll tease him like I'm doing to you - only not as long - and then let him cum!" Rob struggled intensely. "Shhh, Rob, don't wear yourself out. Think of all the girls who are going to help drain your balls later today! Tee-hee! That will be so much fun with your sensitive cock!" Rob was delirious with frustrated desire. His pleading was in desperate whispers - sincerely begging for relief. Jenny, of course, ignored his supplication while her pussy got more and more aroused. After the first hour, Jenny removed the ball stretcher for a few minutes and used the time to give herself more orgasms. "One more hour, Rob, and then we'll milk your balls," Jenny giggled while she put the ball stretcher back on him. "Your balls are blue, Rob - that comes from too much denial and sexual frustration," she giggled as she kept bringing him up to the edge of spurting and back down. Over and over, Jenny's skilled hands provided the exquisite torment that Rob had come to experience. The last hour had Jenny edge him at least 80 times. The door opened and Nurse Ashley entered, followed by three attractive young women in nurse uniforms. "Rob," Ashley began, "it's time for the clinicians to drain your balls. You don't mind if I take off my panties while I observe them, do you?" After stepping out of her panties she rubbed them on her pussy and had him inhale her scent. "Since Jenny has been working on you, she'll be the first to milk you." Jenny put fresh oil on her hands as Ashley stood by with a measuring container. She slowly and steadily stroked, just as she did while teasing and edging. Just when Rob crossed the point of no return, she stopped stroking and held his cock steady while it jerked and got ready to spill. "Aaaaaaugh!" A seconds-long steady pulse of semen squirted into the container. Since Jenny did not keep stroking his cock when he began to spurt, his ejaculation was not satisfying in the least. To Rob's surprise, he was just as aroused as before Jenny had milked his cock. All the clinicians knew this and giggled. Trish, a cute brunette with a naturally sexy smile, stepped forward and lubricated her hands. "You know I'm a virgin too, don't you? When I do this to my boyfriend, I have to tie him down. It drives him insane, and I love to hear the things he'll promise for a chance to ejaculate. But I take my time, and draw it out to a few hours." Rob could only imagine the intense and sweet agony that Trish would visit upon her boyfriend. The intense wanting for a chance to spurt in a pussy he had never been allowed to enter - and wouldn't be allowed to. What kind of relief did she ever allow? Trish lightly stroked his cock for a few moments. Her touch had an almost electric quality to it, and Rob quickly approached ejaculation. Just as he crossed the line from her sweet handling, she held his cock still and his semen again made one long spurt into the measuring container from the intense and frustrated contraction of his inner muscle. He, of course, desperately wanted her to keep stroking his cock through a satisfying ejaculation - something she would not do. All the clinicians giggled at his reaction. Trish lightly handled his balls as another clinician, a slender long haired blonde girl named Tracie, oiled her hands. Then, to Rob's surprise, she took her uniform dress off, leaving only her panties and sneakers on. Rob hungrily gazed at her bare chest and firm breasts. She smiled sweetly at him, and without saying a word, pumped his aroused member with her hands as if she were just learning how to give hand jobs. As Rob got closer to the point of no return, she said, "Uh-oh... UH-OHH!" Her hands were skilled beyond what Rob had ever expected, and as the first pulse of sperm traversed his cock, she teasingly said, "Uh-uh-uhhh!" and released his cock. Two long pulses of sperm oozed from his cock while he exclaimed in aroused anguish. "Your turn, Dasha." The petite olive-skinned brunette had at the same time a sweet expression combined with a hint of dominance. Her bangs settled just above her eyebrows and she exuded a look that said, "I bet you'd like to fuck me." Rob squirmed as soon as he felt Dasha's lubricated hands wrap lightly around his member. He wanted to look into her deep dark eyes while spurting pulse after pulse of pent up semen deep into her mystical womanhood. "Rob - I do this to my boyfriend too," she said in a near whisper. "I have to tie him down. He says he doesn't like the teasing, but his cock says differently - just like yours!" Rob squirmed. "I love handling cocks, knowing that they won't spurt inside my pussy! I'll tease my boyfriend for hours until he will promise anything if I'll let him cum!" "Uhhngh! Uhh! Ahhh!" Rob knew that Dasha could get any guy to that point. "There's something I make him promise. And he does promise - every time. I tell him I'll untie him and have him cum all over me - anywhere except inside my pussy - if he will lick up his mess." "Oh! Ahh!" "Is that something you'd promise to do, Rob? Would you lick up your sperm if you ejaculated on me?" "Yes! Oh yes! Uhhh!" Jenny giggled. "Cum for me, Rob. I want to see how much sperm you'd lick up if you spurted on me!" She stroked harder and with a look of determination on her face. He willingly assisted her efforts, and in short order he felt more pent-up semen course through his aroused cock. Just as the others had done, after he was fully committed to his ejaculation, Dasha stopped all stimulation. Rob exclaimed in frustration as his member released a long oozing streak of sperm into the measuring vial. The girls giggled. "That's four times," Trish exclaimed. "You must have really had him worked up, Jenny!" "One more ejaculation, Rob," Ashley said. "Jenny, you can finish him off." Jenny smiled and worked on Rob's cock as she had done in the teasing sessions. The girls giggled at his desperate arousal. Twenty minutes later, Jenny's teasing and handiwork had gotten Rob to the point where he was convinced that she would pump his cock to a satisfying ejaculation. Jenny smiled and teased, "Pretend that this is for my pussy, Rob! What would you do if I spread my legs and submitted to you?" She pointed his member toward the collection vial. Rob's orgasm was his most intense yet, and the contractions of his ejaculation were almost painful. After the first spurt, Jenny, like the other clinicians, stopped stimulation and simply held his member to shoot into the collection vial. There were a few spurts as Rob deliriously exclaimed, followed by a moment of oozing. "That was good, girls," Ashley said as she handed the container of semen to Jenny. "Please note the volume of his ejaculate in his record. I'll conduct his interview and release him." Several hours later, as Jenny and Ashley were passionately engaged in pleasuring each other, Rob was naked on his bed. With the images of the virgin cock-tease girls smiling and giggling, he stroked his member until his balls were ready to give another serving. "Oh, yes!" he whispered, as if addressing the girls. "Yes, Dasha - please let me cum! Yes, I'll lick it up. Jenny! Oh, yes... Your pussy feels so good! Uhh... Uhhhngh!" He felt his aroused cock cross the line of inevitability. He closed his eyes and imagined Jenny's face before his, lips sensuously puckered. He imagined his throbbing member releasing his sperm inside her pussy. "Oh Jenny!" he shouted. "Aaugh! Jenny! Oh! Ahh! That feels SO good! Yes, Jenny, I'll lick your pussy! Oh! Ahh!" Hot spurts landed on his sheets in the first satisfying ejaculation he had experienced in a week's time. ----- This story is copyright 2010 by (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. Please see my other stories at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

Story: Bondage Bride (fsub spank bond) There were only a few friends at the wedding. Family just would not have understood. The bride got all the attention. Not only was Shawna beautiful -- she had walked down the aisle with her gloved hands cuffed behind her. She was also deliriously happy. Her bridal veil covered her face, and her white wedding dress was a touch on the modern side - low cut in front to show some cleavage, and the hem settled just above her knees. She had meticulously shaved her legs the night before, and they were supple and smooth. Her bare ankles had leather cuffs around them, though they were not bound together. Right now, it was symbolic. Yes, it was an unconventional wedding, and she had participated in writing the script for the ceremony. It was replete with phrases about her willing and joyful submission. Her new husband lifted her veil and saw a very happy and proud woman. Her straight dark hair nicely framed her face and she had tastefully applied lipstick. Her shining eyes conveyed trust and surrender. He drew near, and she slightly puckered her lips. Her insides quaked when their lips touched. He pressed in, and the nonverbal message that he conveyed was that consummation was near. It was what she had been waiting for. They immediately retreated to the reception. They were both eager to have the reception over with. She wanted to experience her new plateau of submission that he had promised. Her eagerness stemmed from events several months earlier. Shawna had always been submissive, with fantasies of being disciplined. Playful spanking with her boyfriend led to heavier things, and when he got her over his lap one time and paddled her hard, her body language, as well as the way she kicked her legs and wiggled, told him that this was likely to be a regular part of their relationship. She recalled the stratospheric orgasm she attained when he first placed his mouth on her brunette pussy after a hard paddling, and how she begged for more. He was also unusual in another way. He refrained from vaginal intercourse, telling her that he would do that when they were married, but not before. It was, to him, a dominance thing. Neither of them were virgins - he at 29 years old, and she at 27, had both had several past lovers. They did engage in sex play - there was no doubt in Shawna's mind of his virility when his cock erupted in her mouth and she swallowed pulse after pulse of hot semen. She had begged him to fuck her, and had come close to breaking down his will to refrain on a few occasions. Her delectable pussy, framed by shapely hips and willowy smooth legs, almost got him to plunge inside her. But at the last minute he brought his will to the fore, and instead turned her over and severely leathered her backside with a strap. She kept begging him to fuck her, and he kept refusing. Finally, he suggested marriage and she happily accepted. The bondage became more intense. Many times he tied her spread-eagled on the bed and drove her half crazy with his mouth on her pussy. This was inevitably followed by a spurting ejaculation in her mouth or all over her breasts. He loved seeing her lips close around his meaty erection, and her eyes - those excited eyes always brought him off sooner than he wanted. She readily agreed to his ideas of a "bondage wedding", where she would be bound as much as practicable during the ceremony and reception. About two weeks prior to the ceremony, he told her that on their wedding night she would be whipped before the consummation. He also told her how he was going to take her: "After you've been whipped, you'll be tied down on the bed. I'm going to savagely fuck you until I'm spent. I'll grasp your hips with my hands and open your pussy. Then I'm going to plunge inside you and have my way with you. You should make sure you're ready to accommodate me like that. Also, I want Jennifer to give you enemas that day until you're completely clean." Jennifer was a mutual friend, and the woman that Shawna selected as her maid of honor. The wedding reception also was unconventional by usual standards. Shawna's dress had been pulled down to her waist to expose her breasts; her hands were bound behind her, and the blonde Jennifer helped her eat by feeding her small portions from a fork. When it was time to cut the cake, it was placed in front of Shawna and she clumsily made the first cut by holding the knife handle in her mouth. After they had some cake, the new bridegroom smeared frosting on Shawna's nipples, causing her to be the center of attention for the remainder of the reception, which she greatly enjoyed. As the reception wound down, Jennifer recalled with a smile her administering Shawna's enemas that morning. She got explicit directions from Shawna's boyfriend about the number of enemas (two), the nozzle (use a douche nozzle), lubricant (he furnished the lubricant), temperature of the water (100 degrees exactly), and length of retention (5 to 10 minutes). Jennifer almost giggled aloud when she remembered the various faces that Shawna made when receiving the enemas and struggling to hold them. She didn't know exactly why he insisted that she give Shawna the enemas instead of instructing the bride-to-be to give them to herself. As the reception ended, Jennifer quietly slipped away and performed her next task. About an hour later Shawna and her new husband arrived at the secluded house about 20 miles outside the city limits. The guest house was owned by a woman who was into the bondage scene, and she rented it out for events such as these. The door was unlocked, and Jennifer welcomed them in. Her eyes showed the excitement that the three of them felt. Shawna's arousal from anticipating the forthcoming consummation resulted in very damp panties. Her husband maintained a stiff erection all the way over to the house. They entered the spacious bedroom. The large sturdy bed was outfitted with heavy posts at the corners. There were rings and hooks spaced regularly across the ceiling. In one corner of the room was a box with ropes, cords, binding straps, and chains of varying lengths. "Okay, ladies," the groom said, "It's time for the festivities to begin. Jennifer, please remove all your clothes. Then I want you to get Shawna naked except for her bridal veil." While the two ladies were occupied, he removed all his clothes. A sturdy erection sprang from his midsection. His raven-haired bride stood before the bed, and her friend Jennifer was by her side. He stared at Jennifer's blonde pussy, then at his bride's naked form. "Shawna, you are so very beautiful. It's all I can do to resist taking you right now." She blushed. "Jennifer, please bind her wrists in a crossed position and stand her halfway between the foot of the bed and the wall, facing me. I'd like her arms raised over her head and secured that way. Have her keep her bridal veil." He lay on the bed, propped up on several pillows, and watched as Jennifer prepared Shawna. His erection hardened as he took in the arousing spectacle of a beautiful nude and dominant blonde preparing a new submissive bride to be whipped. Shawna, herself aroused, almost did not feel some of her profuse natural lubricant escape from her pussy and trickle down her legs. She presented a delectable sight - nude but for her bridal veil covering her face, and her bound wrists high above her head. "Now, Jennifer, I want you to whip her between her waist and her knees with the three-thonged martinet." Jennifer, her vagina now tingling with arousal, fetched the instrument of discipline. She returned holding a beautifully crafted whip. She grasped it by the polished eight inch wooden handle from which emerged three leather strands about eighteen inches each. She walked behind Shawna and positioned herself so that the martinet would cover the maximum area. The naked and aroused groom nodded to Jennifer. She smiled slightly, drew the whip back, and with her gaze focused on Shawna's nether cheeks, swung the whip forward and followed through until it had completely swiped across the bound bride. Shawna jerked her midsection forward and threw her head back. "Aaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhhh!" Jennifer waited a few seconds and snapped the martinet across the upper part of Shawna's bottom. "Aaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhh!" she yelled and twisted in her restraints. She vigorously kicked her legs and pumped her hips in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. The striating martinet again swiped across her backside. She yelled louder and kicked vigorously as the cumulative stripes demanded her attention. Jennifer kept whipping. She pressed her lips firmly together as she got into her role. Shawna begged her new husband to make it stop. She twisted. She kicked. She danced. She bucked. He kept watching, and Jennifer kept whipping. Finally, he held his hand up, and Jennifer stopped. A few whip marks were visible from the front where the tails of the martinet had wrapped around Shawna's waist. Her husband got up, went over to her and inserted a finger into her pussy. She gasped, and then squirmed as he worked it around inside her. When he pulled out, his finger was thickly coated with her natural feminine juices. He smeared some on her nipples and then kissed and nibbled on them until the pleasure from it almost overcame the pain from Jennifer's whip. After a few moments of this, he arranged two pillows in the center of the bed, and asked Jennifer to help get Shawna positioned. The blonde bridesmaid released the restraints, and they led Shawna to the bed. She lay face up, and the pillows under her hips accentuated her attractive midsection. She willingly spread her legs, and her own natural lubricant glistened on her labia. Jennifer tied the bride's wrists well apart, and did the same to her spread ankles. Jennifer stepped back and stood silently, watching. The feverishly aroused bridegroom climbed on the bed between his bride's spread legs. His meaty erection seeped pre-cum. Her nakedness was accentuated by the bridal veil over her face. Her excited eyes were open wide, and she displayed an aroused smile of anticipation. He gently lifted the bottom of the veil and exposed his bride's sensuous mouth. His hands went to her hips. He spread the captive bride's labia apart and, resisting for a moment his urge to go ahead and enter her, gazed at the glistening womanhood that longed to receive him. He guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. She was breathing hard, her mouth wide open, and her hips imperceptibly rose to meet his erection. A short pause, and then he quickly drove his cock into his bride. It brusquely spread her insides apart as he quickly sank it in as far as it would go. "AAAAAAAAH!" Her exclamation filled the room. He fell forward and they were chest to chest. Sounds of "Uh! Uh! Uh!" came from both of them as he repeatedly slammed his cock into her pussy. After scarcely a half minute, he spurted uncontrollably. He pressed his mouth on hers and they kissed long and furiously as his ejaculation spurted into her. After a few moments he pulled out. A string of translucent cream oozed from his raven-haired bride. He asked Jennifer to turn her over and bind her, this time with her legs together. He took in the delectable sight of his face-down brunette bride, arms spread wide, legs together, hips raised by pillows, with fresh striations from the whip on her waist and bottom. Jennifer had long since become orgasmically aroused by her participation, and her blonde pussy made it apparent. She sensed what was coming next, picked up a tube of lubricant and handed it to the aroused bridegroom. He spread Shawna's nether cheeks and inserted some lubricant. She squirmed as he did this. Jennifer stood close by - she wanted to observe. Shawna became frightened when she felt her hind cheeks spread apart, and the tip of her new husband's revived erection at her rear portal as he prepared to enter her. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as he slowly and firmly pushed in about an inch. His quivering cock stayed there a moment. Then he could not further restrain himself, and with his hands firmly gripping Shawna's waist, sank his cock all the way to the hilt, taking only a few seconds. "Uhhhhhh-AAAAAAAAAAAH!" "Shawna," he whispered hoarsely. "Shawna, that feels so good!" "Oh, I feel so full!" she replied. "Are you okay?" "Yes! Yes! It's okay... Fuck me. Please fuck me!" She couldn't believe she had uttered those words, particularly in front of Jennifer. In a way, she wished that Jennifer wasn't in the room; and in another way, Jennifer's presence was titillating. Shawna groaned raucously as the bridegroom's hard cock slithered and snaked in and out. After a moment of getting the right penetration and tempo, he abandoned all restraint. Shawna reacted predictably - open-mouthed shouts, clenched fists, twisting and writhing. As strong male hands tightly gripped her hips, she felt the cock within her become harder and enlarge still more. She knew he was near squirting again. She heard a groan, and the pumping became more frenzied. Her sensitive nerve endings felt every ejaculatory squirt, even as the hard cock continued its relentless pounding. Her outcries became almost continuous throughout the lengthy ejaculation. Finally, he stopped pumping, and settled inside her as far as he could go. They both panted deeply for a moment, and an occasional squirt ejected into her well pounded portal. He pulled out, and Jennifer asked sweetly, "You're not spent yet, are you?" "Oh heck no," he said, "I've been saving up for ten days. Next I'm going to do her pussy with her bound as she is." "Here, let me help get you ready," Jennifer smiled, and grasped his cock with both hands. She lightly touched, stroked, and manipulated the cock until it became erect. Then with a coy smile she let go. "I think Shawna should pleasure you while I do her," he stated, as if reading her mind. "Go ahead and get yourself situated." Shawna groaned. Jennifer climbed on the bed and positioned her hips so that her damp mound was directly in front of Shawna's face. Her legs were alongside Shawna's ribs, and her feet were against the sides of the prone bride's hips. Then she grasped the bound bride's face and pulled forward until her pussy lips were almost in contact with Shawna's mouth. Her pussy was damp from arousal, and her labia glistened. She saw the bridegroom prepare to enter. "Shawna," he said, "You can start working on Jennifer's pussy. She deserves some pleasure for all the help she's given us. Be sure to give her some good orgasms - I'll pleasure her if you don't." With that, he shoved his re-hardened cock into his bride's tight sloppily wet pussy. "Ohhhh!" she gasped. Jennifer gently pressed Shawna's face against her aroused pussy. She shuddered when Shawna's mouth made contact. After some gentle kissing, Shawna became more enthusiastic and licked, kissed, and sucked. The bridegroom's constant thrusting pushed her face against Jennifer's pubic mound with a regular tempo, and Shawna took advantage of that to plant short kisses on her bridesmaid's pussy. Jennifer gritted her teeth and threw her head back. Then she roughly pulled Shawna's face into her crotch. The thrusting became more intense and Shawna gasped an occasional "Ahh!" when her mouth was not pressed hard against the blonde's pussy. The thrusting bridegroom grasped Jennifer's legs for leverage, and pounded into Shawna. His cock hardened as he approached his third ejaculation. Softly, Jennifer moaned. Then, increasing in volume, she let herself go and her open-mouthed exclamations penetrated the room. She pumped her hips wildly at the same time that the bridegroom began spurting into Shawna. He exclaimed loudly, and brusquely pounded his bride's pussy as his cock pulsed and throbbed, injecting fresh semen into her. They rested a few moments. Shawna's pubic area was covered with the blended juices of her own arousal and the recent ejaculations of her new husband; her face was smeared with Jennifer's pussy glaze. Jennifer's pubic area and inner thighs glistened with feminine lubricant and sweat. They released Shawna's restraints. She appeared weary and at the same time contented - she had been through a lot - the whipping, a good fucking, and orally servicing another woman. She removed her disheveled bridal veil, and even then her raven hair attractively framed her face. They sipped champagne for a while. The libations increased the excitement of the wedding night, and sexual arousal again permeated their mood. When Shawna laughed heartily at something said, and lay back on the bed, the bridegroom kissed her; Jennifer, feeling playful, put her hand on Shawna's raven-haired pubic bush and ran her fingers all over the bride's creamy pussy. Shawna moaned sensuously, and Jennifer increased her efforts. It did not take long for the bride to erupt in a tumultuous orgasm. That gave Shawna's new husband an idea. He told Jennifer to keep on stimulating his bride's pussy. Then he pinned her down at the shoulders and kissed her repeatedly while her friend kept on with the vaginal stimulation. Her reaction was thrilling - between kisses she couldn't keep from open-mouthed exclamations of pleasure, and went through several orgasms over the period of twenty minutes. Shawna and her husband felt spent, although Jennifer was still excited. The couple drifted off to sleep, and Jennifer decided to rest until she had some word on whether they wanted her to stay. About an hour later she was very tired and since the bed was big, she lay down on it and closed her eyes. Later she was awakened by a rhythmic motion of the bed. In the dim light she observed Shawna straddling her husband's hips. He was either asleep or lying there with his eyes closed. Shawna had not noticed Jennifer's awakening, and was repeatedly enjoying the full length of her husband's meaty cock. The sight of the bride's sloppily wet pussy being spread apart by the large erection aroused Jennifer beyond words. Shawna gasped when she saw Jennifer move. She did not stop pumping her hips, though - she was too aroused. Jennifer sat up on the bed and gingerly placed her hands on the beautiful bride's breasts. Shawna opened her mouth and threw her head back, enjoying the sensations. After a few moments Jennifer removed her hands from the bride's breasts, and straddled the prone bridegroom's mouth while facing Shawna. Shawna's husband opened his eyes and was immediately treated to the sight of Jennifer's pussy, close up. He smiled, and lightly licked the blonde's delectable labia. She knew that she had gotten his attention, and grasped Shawna's shoulders. Jennifer closed her eyes and held onto Shawna as her pussy attracted more enthusiastic kissing. Shawna smiled when she felt her new husband's cock swelling up within her. The bridegroom felt the gradual and inevitable buildup of his impending orgasm. He grasped Jennifer's hips and brusquely pulled toward him and firmly planted her pussy on his mouth. He excitedly and forcefully kissed the blonde girl's sloppy and creamy pussy as she moaned aloud. Then he could no longer withstand the intense stimulation. His insides clenched, his cock swelled up, he yelled out, "Unnnnmffff!", and spurted with total abandon inside his new bride while aggressively kissing Jennifer's pussy. That was enough for Shawna - causing the cock inside her to spew forth after the long ride pushed her over the edge. She ground her hips into his as she exclaimed, knowing that her lover was spurting. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Jennifer exclaimed after Shawna and her new bridegroom finished their orgasmic paroxysms. "I was so close!" "Shawna," the husband said, "Make Jennifer cum - with your mouth. Jennifer, you have free reign." Jennifer got on her back and spread her legs. Her creamy pussy radiated sensual heat, and she beckoned Shawna with her finger. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she moaned when the bride's mouth contacted her pussy. "Come on, Shawna," Jennifer exclaimed, "Suck my pussy like you mean it!" She grasped Shawna's head and pulled it toward her pussy. "Mmmmmmf! Mnnnmmmf!" Shawna uttered in muffled sounds. Jennifer gritted her teeth and kept Shawna's face between her legs. Her lust consumed her as she thought of the ways she had dominated Shawna that night, and of the groom's mouth on her pussy. Shawna continued for all she was worth, and in a short time Jennifer treated all present to the sounds and sight of an all-consuming orgasm. Spent and satiated, the three of them slept soundly until mid-morning. After breakfast at a nearby restaurant, Shawna's new husband asked Jennifer if she would return that evening. He gave her a sealed envelope that he said had instructions. With a knowing smile, Jennifer assured them that she'd be back. After a leisurely day in which Shawna's new husband sensually teased her to the point of distraction, they had dinner in a small place in a nearby town. When the newlyweds returned to their lodging, Jennifer was there. She was in a skimpy bikini, and had been sunbathing. Shawna's husband spoke to his bride. "Okay, my dear - I want Jennifer to give you an enema. I'll watch, of course, and then you'll get cleaned up while we discuss what to do with you. Jennifer, she's all yours." Shawna appeared nervous. She concluded that her forthcoming enema meant that there would be more anal play. She also recalled the humiliation of receiving an enema from Jennifer on the morning of her wedding day. This time, her husband was going to watch! "Come on, Shawna, let's go to the bedroom." Jennifer led the way, and turned around when they were in the bedroom. "All your clothes off, now," she ordered. While Shawna undressed, her husband also removed his clothing. His cock stood straight out. Shawna's insides tingled with desire - she wanted the be on her back, feeling his cock plunge in and out. She gazed at his cock and visualized healthy spurts of semen being propelled into her aroused womanhood. Jennifer spread a large towel on the floor in front of the bed. "Okay, Shawna - kneel down on the towel with your hands behind your back. That's it. Now touch your forehead to the towel. Keep your hands behind your back until I let you up. Good. Now stay there while I prepare your enema." Jennifer went in the other room while Shawna contemplated her predicament. The bride and her husband heard the sound of running water for a few moments. After a pause, Jennifer returned with a bulging red enema bag. A lubricated douche nozzle protruded ominously from the attached hose. The new bridegroom walked over to help. He spread Shawna's nether cheeks while Jennifer inserted the nozzle. Shawna gasped at the intrusion. Jennifer looked at his hard erection and smiled. Then she released the hose clamp and started the enema. Shawna moaned. Then, as the enema relentlessly filled her up, her reaction became more and more spirited. "Uhhhhh... Ahhhh... OHHHHH! AHHHH! Mmmmmmmmm! Uhnnnnn! Oh-God-I'm-full! Ohhh!" "Keep your head down, Shawna!" Jennifer encouraged. "Come on - keep your hands behind your back, or I'll tie them together." Shawna writhed and squirmed. Her struggle with the enema presented an erotic spectacle to her husband and Jennifer. When the enema bag had emptied its payload into the dark-haired bride, Jennifer told her to stay and retain it for a few minutes. Shawna continued to moan and squirm. After several minutes of retention, Jennifer told her to get rid of the enema and to get cleaned up in the shower afterward. After a considerable while, Shawna returned to the bedroom. Jennifer had put on a strap-on harness. Its gel probe dangled between her legs. There was no doubt what she was going to do with it. "Shawna," the bridegroom instructed, "bring the ottoman in here from the other room. Then spread a towel over it." The nude bride did as instructed. "Now I want you to put your bridal veil on." Shawna proudly donned her veil. She was stunningly beautiful. "Now, position yourself over the ottoman. I want Jennifer to take you with her strap-on." The beautiful raven-haired bride anxiously knelt before the ottoman and leaned over so that her chest was in contact with the top of it and her bottom was presented and accessible to Jennifer. The groom sat on the floor in front of Shawna and grasped her face in both his hands. "Spread your legs so Jennifer can get at you," he instructed. Shawna opened her knees. "Okay, Jennifer - give it to her in the tail - and give it to her good." Jennifer knelt between Shawna's spread legs and inserted lubricant into Shawna's back portal. She did that three times to ensure that she was well lubricated back there. Then she generously lubricated her own strap-on probe. She was aroused at her imminent use of it on the submissive bride before her. Shawna pressed her lips together when she felt Jennifer spread her vulnerable nether cheeks. Her eyes opened wide when she felt the tip of the tool against her portal. She silently opened her mouth when Jennifer pushed the tip of the probe into her about an inch. Then Jennifer worked the probe into Shawna by giving short strokes, going in a little deeper with each one. Shawna whimpered at first, and then gave more raucous "Aaaah!" sounds. Her husband was aroused almost to distraction. His erection throbbed and seeped while watching his new bride get taken in the tail with a strap-on. Jennifer now gave long, deep strokes, and Shawna reacted accordingly, voicing an exuberant "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" with each intrusion and occasionally squirming. After a few moments Jennifer pulled out and spread more lubricant on her probe, and re-entered Shawna. "I'm going to go faster, dear," she said, and firmly grasped the bride's hips as she penetrated. Her face showed her excitement and arousal as she worked the probe in all the way. Then she pumped faster and harder. Shawna's eyes widened. "AAAH! AAAH! OH! AAH! AAH! ..." Shawna's husband brought his mouth to hers and pressed in for kisses as she surrendered to Jennifer's spirited fucking. Her cries were muffled from the mouth-to-mouth contact, and her lips felt heavenly to her husband. After a few moments he released his hold on her and stood up. He walked behind Shawna so that he could see Jennifer pumping the strap-on into her. "Keep going," he encouraged. Jennifer pumped harder, and Shawna began to beg for relief. "Aaaugh! Please! Uhhh! Ohhhh! Please-Please! Ohhhh!" Jennifer continued her vigorous pumping for a while, and finally the groom held up his hand. Jennifer stopped and pulled out. Shawna panted with relief. "Stay there, Shawna," her husband instructed. "Now it's my turn." Jennifer stood in front of the bride and watched while the husband knelt between Shawna's knees as Jennifer had previously done. The bride's portal was already well lubricated. He spread her nether cheeks, and in an instant he entered her. "Uhhh!" He tightly gripped his bride's hips and pumped. Each stroke was complete and full. "Mmmm! Ahhhh! Oooooh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!" He pumped faster and harder - and a moment or so later, he erupted inside her and spewed forth the day's erotic tension in his new bride while Jennifer looked on. "That was good, Shawna," he said. The three of them showered together, and all the touching and mutual affection they felt for each other had them intensely aroused afterward. As they dried off, Jennifer coyly asked the groom, "You're not out of ideas, are you?" "Not at all," he replied. He propped some pillows at the head of the bed and positioned himself on one side, face up, partly sitting up. He spread his legs, and his turgid member came to life. "Jennifer, come lay by my side," he instructed, and she readily complied. "Spread your legs, Jennifer." Her blonde mat nicely framed her creamy labia. "Shawna, my dear, I want you to use your mouth to satisfy us - work on Jennifer for a couple minutes, then on me, alternating like that. You can bring her to orgasm, but do not make me ejaculate." Jennifer's eyes brightened, as did her excited smile. She squirmed in anticipation as Shawna climbed on the bed and prepared to eat pussy. Her mouth made contact, and Jennifer moaned sensuously. After a couple of minutes, she withdrew and turned her oral attention to her husband. She made slurping sounds as she tongued and sucked on his shaft. It excited him to know that his bride's mouth had been on the beautiful blonde Jennifer's pussy and was now wrapped around his cock. Shawna kept up her attentions for a couple of minutes, and then, with a gleam in her eyes, withdrew. She gave Jennifer an orgasm with her mouth, and then went back to her groom. He desperately wanted to erupt in her mouth as he had done countless times before the wedding. He brought his attention to the fore, and figured that if he could hold out, the rewards would be worth the wait. Shawna serviced them four times each before her husband told her that was enough. Both women looked to the bridegroom for direction on what was next. He smiled slightly and said, "Shawna, put on your wedding dress and bridal veil. Without panties." Shawna, her insides fluttering, complied, and when she had done as instructed, her husband spoke to Jennifer. "Please bind her standing up, with her arms above her, and her ankles about a foot apart. Leave some room in front and behind her. Before you bind her, pull the top of her dress down to her waist. And make sure her knees are bent." Jennifer silently grasped Shawna by the hand and led her to the center of the unoccupied area of the room, as a governess would lead her naughty and errant charge. Shawna submitted as Jennifer pulled her wedding dress down to her waist, baring her breasts and back. Then she bound Shawna's wrists and threaded the binding straps through ceiling hooks so that her wrists were spread wide. The bride's knees were bent, and her husband then went behind her and had her step back until her legs were straight. Thus positioned, she was leaning forward with her tail end projected to the rear. Shawna's husband then inserted his finger in her pussy and probed while she squirmed. After her pussy became creamy and he became erect again, he firmly grasped her hips and entered her. He took long thrusts as his bride became more aroused. "Okay, Jennifer. Please get the two-thronged martinet and whip her breasts." "No! Not on my breasts, please!" Shawna begged while her husband pumped his boner in and out. He stopped pumping and stayed nestled inside his bride when Jennifer retrieved the martinet and stood in front. As he maintained a firm grasp on her hips he nodded at Jennifer. She stepped to one side, pressed her lips together and whipped the martinet firmly across Shawna's bare breasts. "AAAAAAH!" Shawna shouted, and jerked in her bonds. Jennifer whipped again. "AAAAAARGH!" She kicked her legs. Jennifer kept whipping. Shawna shouted and begged. Her furious kicking and attempts to wiggle only stimulated her husband. His hard cock nestled inside her amid her movements had some mitigating effect on her fervent wish that Jennifer would put down the whip. Jennifer, however, continued to whip. Some of the strokes swiped across the bride's midsection and belly. Shawna's kicking, shouting and writhing eventually brought her husband across the line, and he spurted wildly inside her. Only then did Jennifer's whip cease its striating kisses. The three of them took another shower together. Soapy hands from each of them wandered about the bodies of the others. Naughty giggles permeated the air. Shawna, at one point, blurted out that she would like to watch her husband fuck Jennifer. It was apparent from his immediate assent that he would oblige his bride, and have some fun with the setting. None of the three of them put any clothes on after their shower. The lone male in the group rather liked to be naked around two other attractive women, and the women liked to subtly tease him to erection. The thought of being inside Jennifer's pussy kept him almost constantly hard. After they rested for a while, he spoke. "Jennifer, please bring the double ball gag and several binding straps." "Uh-oh," Jennifer whispered as she got up. She did not have to use much imagination to figure out how the double ball gag was going to be used. When Jennifer had fetched the requisite items, Shawna's husband told the two women to kneel on the bed, front to front with their breasts in contact. He noticed that Jennifer willingly opened her mouth to receive one end of the ball gag, and he fastened its binding strap around her head. He had Shawna take the other end in her mouth and he tightened it. The females' mouths were separated by only a few inches, as if locked in a sustained kiss. Next, he placed a pillow between their hips and bound them together at the waist, and then had them lie on the bed so that Jennifer was face down on top of Shawna. "Spread your legs, girls," he ordered. Both women moaned through their gags as they spread. He knelt between the ladies' knees and lightly stroked Jennifer's labia. She moaned sensuously. He noticed that her pussy was profusely lubricated with her own cream. "Okay, Jennifer, I'm going to go inside you now," he said, and spread apart her labia. He placed the tip of his erection against her vaginal portal and steadily pushed until he was all the way in. "Mmmmmmmmmf!" she moaned in pleasure. He pumped continuously while both Jennifer and Shawna moaned and exclaimed through their gags. Since he had ejaculated earlier, he was able to last a considerable while even though he was greatly aroused. He pumped harder and harder, and finally, amid the excited muffled groans of the two tied women, he spurted wildly inside Jennifer. Such was the culmination of the honeymoon wekend that the newlyweds and their friend Jennifer enjoyed. Shawna's husband displayed much more closeness and affection to her when they were by themselves in their own bedroom compared to the times the three of them were together. He liked to lap on her black-haired pussy for extended periods of time and inhale her natural fragrance. This, of course, drove her to wild orgasms. Then there was long, deep, and sensuous intercourse. Shawna loved to lie spread-legged on the bed, moaning in pleasure while her husband's hard cock thrust in her pussy again and again. She loved accepting him inside, feeling his cock spread her inner vaginal walls. She loved turning over face down and surrendering her nether portal to his ragingly hard cock, moaning as he filled her up. Her stomach fluttered when he ejaculated inside her. She always looked forward to his hands tightly grasping her hips as he plowed and pounded, knowing that he was spurting inside her with abandon. The three of them got together at the bondage house one weekend every month for similar play. Although Jennifer frequently wielded the whip and had Shawna begging, kicking and squirming while her aroused husband watched, the two women developed a deep affection for each other. In the privacy of the room they frequently exchanged lingering kisses, their lips pressing in, and their naked arms around each other. Shawna was as likely to go to sleep in Jennifer's arms as she was to drop off snuggled up to her husband. The zenith of the weekend always had Shawna's husband entering Jennifer and pleasuring her with his hard cock - the cock that Shawna had taken in and experienced several times during the weekend. Sometimes Jennifer lay face up on the bed, her legs spread and her knees bent, with Shawna straddling her face, as the lone male insatiably fucked her. Other times, Jennifer lay face down with a pillow under her hips, while Shawna stood by the bed and watched her husband's meaty erection repeatedly plow the blonde-haired pussy of her friend until, with a wrenching orgasm, he spurted the final reservoir of his semen inside. Jennifer, for her part, bestowed ample affection on her friend's husband, often palpating his cock and testicles to a raging hard state, or lying naked on top of him, her lips planted on his, with his cock nestled between her thighs. She knew that her teasing would result in his taking her all the more exuberantly. Also, she greatly enjoyed her part in the threesome - not only did she have the thrill of having Shawna dance under her whip, she also got to enjoy a male's meaty erection pumping and thrusting inside her. ----- This story is copyright 2004, 2009 by (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission.

Summary: A young man is wrongly sent to a reform school, and gets some valuable education there. Keywords: F/M, spank, femdom, enema Author: Rick_oh Title: The R Chronicle The R Chronicle [F/M spank enem] The young man entered the screening room and Kate, the escort, locked the door. "Hey Alicia, we've got a new one," Amber exclaimed as she put her magazine down and got up. "About time," Alicia piped up, "It's been too quiet here lately." "Remove all your clothes now," the blond-haired Amber directed the new inmate, who will be referred to by the initial R. He hesitated, and looked first at one, then the other, of the women in crisp white uniforms. Kate was seated with a bored expression on her face. "Come on," Alicia snapped. "Everything comes off!" R began to remove his clothes while Amber placed a cylindrical bolster pillow at the center of the padded examination table. When all his clothes were off, Alicia directed, "Now get up here on the table, face down. The pillow will raise your hips for the procedure." Alicia and Amber put on some disposable latex gloves as the new arrival, feeling humiliated, meekly climbed onto the examination table. He wondered why he had to be positioned with his bottom prominently displayed. Amber placed a gob of water-soluble lubricant on the end of a rectal thermometer. "We're going to take your temperature now," she stated as she expertly spread his nether cheeks apart. He gasped at the coolness of the lubricant when Amber quickly inserted the thermometer. "Who is his prefect?" Asked Amber as she held the thermometer in place, intermittently rotating it. "Natanya, I think," answered Alicia. "Oh, is she back yet from her honeymoon?" "I saw her yesterday. Didn't talk to her, though." Amber giggled. "That means that she'll give this new one his welcome spanking." She held the thermometer in place for a couple of minutes and withdrew it. "Ninety-eight point four," she announced to Alicia. "A little cool, but I dare say Natanya will take care of that problem!" They both laughed, after which Alicia told R to stay where he was. Over the next few minutes he heard the sounds of running water, cupboard doors opening and closing, stirring, and some sounds that he couldn't identify. "Next on your agenda, young man," Alicia stated, "is a couple of soapsuds enemas. Have you ever had an enema?" "Uh... I guess I had a few when I was a kid," he responded, embarrassed at the nature of the question. "It's been quite a while." "Well, we're going to make up for all that lost time while you're here at this school. I've got a lot of experience at giving enemas. Every student gets some now and then, but Natanya likes her 'students' to have a couple of good ones before AND after she disciplines them. That means you're in for a good cleaning out today." Amber brought an adjustable stand upon which the full enema bag was suspended, and placed it alongside the examination table. "Time for the first enema now," she told him as she smoothed some lubricant on the large nozzle. She exposed the newcomer's nether portal, and inserted the nozzle with a thrust. "Oh!" he gasped. Alicia chuckled. "It appears that we have a virgin here - at least, a virgin at this end." With the sound of a click, she started the flow. "Here's the first of two soapsuds enemas," she said. R felt the immediate fullness of the soapy solution inside his tail end. As the enema continued to flow into him, he felt his insides frequently yield to the penetrating solution. "Ahhhh! I'm full!" R exclaimed when the pressure built up to an uncomfortable level. "You've only taken half of it," Alicia informed him as she stopped the flow for a moment. "You've got to take every drop of this enema before you can get rid of it." She resumed the flow, and R groaned as the enema went deeper. The red bag emptied itself after another minute, and Alicia withdrew the nozzle. "Get up and get rid of the enema," she ordered. He scurried to the bathroom nook, noticing that it didn't have a door for privacy, and emptied the enema over the next quarter hour. "Okay now, get back on the table," Alicia directed as she held the nozzle in her hand. "I've got another warm, soapy enema for you." She adjusted the height of the bag so the solution would go in more slowly, and at a steady rate. R, of course, exclaimed when he felt the nozzle enter him. Alicia started the flow of the second soapsuds enema. The nurses noticed the sound of a key unlocking the door. A tall young woman with brown hair entered the room. "We're preparing your newest arrival, Natanya," Amber stated. "So I see," replied the attractive woman confidently. "First or second?" "Second soapsuds." Natanya walked over to her new student and remarked aloud, "That's a cute little butt - I can't wait to redden it at his welcome spanking." "You just got married, didn't you?" inquired Amber. "Did you spank your husband on your honeymoon?" "Hell, I gave him a good session on our wedding night, before we got down to business. I turned him over my lap and used the hairbrush good, hard, and long. He carried on a lot, but when it came time to get bedded down - let's just say that his spanking helped matters immensely. Oh, and a week later he got cranky, so I used the leather strap." "Oh, wow - like you do here?" "Yes, except that I expect him to stay in position without being restrained. He needs to be trained more, but it will take time - and some sessions." The red enema bag sent the last of the sudsy solution into R's innards, and Alicia removed the nozzle. "You've got to hold this one for five minutes. After that you can rid of it and get showered." The ladies made conversation for a moment. "Uhhhhhhh," he groaned. "Ohhhhhhh!" "Three more minutes," Alicia remarked. Turning to Natanya, she asked, "How do you want him for his welcome spanking?" "Standing up, hands above his head. I'm going to use the strap." "Ooooh, can I watch too?" asked Amber, squirming slightly. "But of course - the more the merrier. Call me when he's ready." Natanya left the screening room and locked the door behind her. After R retained the second enema for the remainder of the five minutes, the nurses allowed him to get up and get rid of it. They then watched him while he showered. They followed as Kate escorted R, who was completely undressed, down the hall to the discipline room. He was feeling deeply nervous, having heard Natanya's remarks about the welcome spanking and using the strap. Kate placed restraints on R's ankles and connected them to bolts in the floor such that his feet were 24 inches apart. Then she placed cuffs on his wrists and hooked them to a cable that hung securely from the ceiling. Pulling the other end of the cable, she secured it when R's arms were stretched tightly above him and he could scarcely move. Kate used a wall phone to notify Natanya that R was ready. Five minutes passed without Natanya showing up, and R's trepidation deepened with each slow minute. Finally he heard the door open and the sound of Natanya's voice saying, "Okay, we can start now!" Since R was facing away from the door, he could not see anyone. He heard some other sounds which he guessed were of Natanya preparing to discipline him. "Alicia, I'd like you to observe him from the front. Amber, since this is your first time observing, you can move around anywhere, although some of the time you should be with Alicia" Alicia appeared in front of R and casually stood a few feet in front of him with her hands on her hips. Natanya addressed R, "This is a taste of discipline at this school. What you're getting today is the minimum that you'd get for violating rules here." She slowly circled the bound and stretched R, and made sure that he saw her holding the two inch wide leather strap with the wooden handle. The leather appeared sturdy, although well used and none the worse for wear. Natanya settled into her position to the left of, and slightly behind R, and increased R's tension by lightly touching the strap several times on his bared bottom. She did this also to gauge her position and her aim. The first stroke made a loud snap as it struck R's naked skin, the leather curling slightly around his right buttock before swiping across both nether cheeks. Natanya delivered another swat scarcely a few seconds after the first one, and every bit as forcefully. A muted "Augh!" involuntarily escaped R as he reacted, and he jerked his hips forward just a couple of inches allowed by his secure binding. Amber watched in awe as Natanya continued R's first spanking at the school. Although she had seen the results of some of the discipline sessions, this was the first time she had witnessed one in progress. She had previously not seen the relentless progression of a leather strapping - the wide-eyed look on Natanya's face as she forcefully and deliberately swung the strap; the futile attempts of the bound male to twist and writhe; the pendulous jiggling and swinging of the recipient's penis and testicles as he jerked his hips with every swipe of the strap; the sinuous strap and its savage kiss on bare skin; the progression of the reddening area on the bared buttocks; the shouts and the begging for relief. All this had a profound effect on Amber, and brought up conflicting emotions - sympathy for the male being punished; an excitement that was sexual in nature; an appetite to see more; and a curious desire to be the one administering the punishment. It has been said that a woman's vaginal lubrication is equivalent to the male erection, and Amber found herself profusely lubricating as she took in the scene before her. She knew that her abundant creaminess had already soaked her honey-blonde pubic hair and had dampened her panties. She desperately wanted to masturbate herself to what she knew would be sweet and intense relief. Alicia, in her capacity as formal witness for discipline, also commonly experienced excitement (and varying degrees of vaginal lubrication) from watching the administration of discipline. She considered it one of the benefits of her employment at the school. She smiled slightly when she saw Amber's excited visage, knowing what was probably going through her mind. Natanya finally ceased the leathering of R's buttocks after delivering her predetermined number of swats. R flinched when she lightly touched his bottom and ran her hand around the strapped area. "I did pretty good there, if I do say so myself," Natanya began, "It's very red. You'll find that the enemas that you'll get in a little while will take your mind off the pain." "Auhhhhh!" was R's response to the news of further enemas. "Now now," Natanya kidded, grasping his chin with her hand, "I think that you should be grateful for the attention that I've given you today. Don't you think you should thank me for strapping you?" Knowing the position he was in, R decided that he had little to gain from resisting, and said, "Yes... Thank you for, for using the strap..." "I'm going to have to teach you some manners here, young man," Natanya chided. "Always use a title of respect when talking to a lady at the school. If you don't know her name, always say ma'am. Otherwise you may address her as 'Miss' and her name. When talking to me, you may call me 'Miss Natanya', or ma'am, as you prefer. Now let's go over that again - would you like to thank me for disciplining you?" "Uh, yes ma'am," R stated unenthusiastically, "Thank you for, uh, giving me discipline Miss Natanya." "Very good," she said, and cupped one hand around his penis and testicles and lightly massaged them. She had noticed his member firming up when she felt some pulsing, and her hand filled with slippery ejaculate. "Hey, what's this!" she exclaimed. "Haven't you ever gotten laid before?" "No. I mean no ma'am." "You're twenty years old and a virgin?!" Natanya exclaimed incredulously. "That's hard to believe. Do you know how to eat pussy?" "I - I've never done that." "What the hell is he in here for - double parking?!" Natanya exclaimed rhetorically. "I'm going to have a very close look at his file. Girls, take a short break and then see me in my office before you take him back for his two rinsing enemas." "I'm okay," replied Alicia. "Amber, do you need a break?" "I need to use the ladies room," Amber replied sheepishly. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Amber hurriedly entered the stall in the nearest ladies room, yanked down her panties, and spread her legs. Her trembling hand touched her creamy wetness. After a few rubs she closed her eyes and swore she could see flashes of different colors of light as her body trambled and shook with an intense orgasm. After wiping herself, she quickly got up and splashed cold water on her face. With a pink flush in her cheeks, she returned to the discipline room. The nurses followed Natanya to her office and left R in the discipline room. Fifteen minutes later, Alicia and Amber came back and Kate released R and escorted him to the screening room. "Face down on the table now," Alicia sang. "It's red bag time!" R wearily assumed the enema position with the bolster pillow raising his hips. Without making any small talk, Alicia filled the red bag with warm water and positioned it on the stainless steel stand. She lubed the nozzle and deftly inserted it as R groaned. Then the flow started. R was surprised that the enema was going in smoothly and actually felt soothing, although he did feel quite full. Alicia had set the flow rate slow enough so that R didn't beg to shut it off. He retained it for five minutes and then was allowed to get up and get rid of the enema. Amber, ready with a fresh enema, smiled and patted the examination table when he came out of the bathroom, and told him "On your back this time." She instructed him to bend his knees and lubricated a retention nozzle that would ensure that he retain the enema until the nozzle would be withdrawn. She inserted it and started the flow. Alicia spoke first. "Natanya would like you to have more control over your quick ejaculation, so we'll be working with you on that. If you come too early, we're supposed to assign you demerits which will get you punished next week." His eyes opened wide, and with some apprehension, as he imagined the effects of Natanya's discipline. Amber continued, with a sly smile, "She also mentioned that she's going to teach you how to eat pussy. We may give you a head start on that." The two women cast frequent glances toward R's midsection, and their attention resulted in a semi-erect state for him. When the collapsing of the enema bag showed that the it was complete, Amber closed the clamp and the inflated nozzle stayed in place to force R to retain the enema. With their strategic timing, Alicia and Amber began to carry out their plans to have some fun and at the same time rack up some demerits for R. Alicia squirted some water-based lubricant on her hand and wrapped her hand around R's member. "I'm going to slowly count to ten while I manipulate your thing. I don't want you to cum before the count of ten." She was confident that the retained enema would be enough of a distraction that he in fact would be able to hold back from ejaculating, and that would make it more difficult for him to hold back on subsequent tries. "One... two... three..." she began, while massaging his erect member. "...nine... ten! Very good. Now I'll deflate the nozzle and you can get rid of the enema and get showered." Alicia watched R to make sure that he didn't masturbate while in the bathroom or the shower. After he dried off he entered the screening room to find Amber lying on the examination table with her shoes off. She had also removed her panties, although R didn't know that yet, as her dress covered the upper part of her legs. "It's lesson time," Alicia stated. "I want you to follow my directions exactly." R, still naked, nodded. "Go over to the front of the table, and lift Miss Amber's dress up to expose her pubic area" R, with trembling hands, moved Amber's dress upward, and was taken aback when he saw her naked midsection. Immediately he developed a firm erection. "Now lean forward and put your head between her legs, so that your mouth is a couple inches away from her pussy." Gazing at Amber's beautiful honey blonde mound, R slowly bent over and settled close to Amber's mound. His breathing was rapid and excited, and Amber moved ever so slightly when she felt R's breath on her pussy lips. After a moment, Alicia continued, "That's it. Breathe lightly so that she can feel the warmth of your breath on her for a moment or so. Now, very lightly touch your tongue on her pussy lips and slowly move it up and down... that's it, only slower... okay, good. Now push your tongue inside her a little; back out; now in and out a few times." Amber was amply lubricating and her clitoris had hardened. Her breathing was deep, a fact that R could not escape noticing. The intoxicating scent of Amber's vaginal area had an increasing effect on his libido. Alicia continued instructing, "Now kiss her clitoris and run your tongue around it..." Amber had only to remember the scene that afternoon when Natanya was energetically strapping R's bottom - the time when she was getting so turned on that she was lubricating profusely - remembering the reddened strap marks and R's helpless exclamations. Her orgasm exploded from within her and, with tightly closed eyes, shamelessly twisted and writhed while vocalizing her situation with spirited wordless sounds. When her excitement subsided, she dizzily got off the table. "Your turn to be on the table now," Alicia directed R, "on your back like before." Alicia grasped his aching member with one hand and squirted oil on it with her other hand. With a twinkle in her eyes she said, "I'm going to count to ten once more. Don't come before then." She started expertly stroking and massaging his throbbing member. "One... two... three... four-" "Auuuuumfff!" R cried as jets of semen spurted out. "You came six counts early, and I'll note that in your file," Alicia said, trying to sound scolding instead of pleased. The next afternoon they had R brought to the screening room and had him strip completely. Alicia cast her panties off and seated herself and spread her legs. "Okay, let's see you apply what you learned yesterday," she directed and thrust her pelvis forward to make it accessible. "Get on your knees and show me how you eat pussy." Alicia smiled as R's mouth approached her brunette bush. She gave occasional instructions while his erection throbbed for relief. After several minutes of R's efforts, Alicia's climax arrived. Next, with R lying on his back on the examination table, both ladies performed various sensual touching on R in his groin area for several minutes without touching his seeping member or his testicles. The blonde Amber then squirted oil on her hand, grasped his member, and, starting to massage his erection, said in a sweetly coy voice, "Don't come before I count to ten, now... one... two... three... four... five." R tossed his head from side to side as he spurted into Amber's hand. "You are very naughty today - you came five counts early. More demerits, I'm afraid." Every day throughout the week they had R escorted to the screening room, where he was instructed to bring one of the two women to orgasm with his mouth, after which he was manually pumped to the accompaniment of a slow count to ten. When the nurses detected that he was developing a bit more control, they pumped him once before his mouth work, and also afterward. It was during the second or third manipulation that he spurted before the count of ten, after which his demerits were duly noted. One week after his initial enema session and welcome spanking, R was brought to the screening room by Kate. Alicia had a radiant smile while indicating that the red enema bag was full and ready for him. The bolster pillow was on the examination table, and Amber directed him to position himself face down for his enema. Alicia inserted the douche nozzle and casually talked to Amber while she monitored the flow of the soapsuds water into R, ignoring his groans and his protests that he was full. "I wonder what Natanya's going to use on him today," Amber wondered aloud. "Maybe it'll be the paddle. I sure wouldn't want to get a paddling here. Of course, she could use the hairbrush. She's the only one that does the hairbrush thing, and the way she does it, it's every bit as bad as the paddle. Or so I hear. The ones getting it say they feel like it's never going to end. Natanya's pretty good with the cane, too, but she usually saves that for after they've been here a while. And they're bent over the box so they can't move at all. She could always bend him over the box and use the strap, but she almost never uses the same thing twice in a row." Amber giggled. "Variety is the spice of life, huh?" "There was one here a while back, before you came here, he was a real hell-raiser. Natanya finally got through to him by having him bound to the box and she paddled him severely. Then, when he thought it was over, she left him there and went out and cut some switches and used them, right on top of where she used the paddle. I was there when she did that - she sure did give him a good switching - and he pretty much reformed after that." "Wow - that must have been exciting to watch," exclaimed Amber. "I about creamed my panties when I saw her using the switch. That was a sight to see. I bet she was turned on too. She didn't show it, though. I wonder if she had to, you know, get relief after that." "Never mind her, " Amber retorted, "I bet YOU did!" They both giggled. R had been retaining his soapsuds enema for a couple minutes. Alicia and Amber each kept one hand on the small of his back to keep him from getting up while they chatted. "Do you think I can watch again today when Natanya spanks him?" Amber inquired. "I'll make sure you come along," Alicia responded in a conspiratorial tone. Turning to R, she said, "Okay, go get rid of your enema!" Amber prepared the second sudsy solution while R was emptying his first one. She filled the red enema bag completely full, and placed it on its stand. Then she prepared the nozzle. Alicia brought him back and helped him up on to the table. Amber slid the douche nozzle in and started the flow. R's insides filled up fairly rapidly and became distended, and he occasionally protested his fullness. Alicia and Amber continued chatting various topics, as if there were no others around to listen. R held the enema for the full five minutes, and then was allowed up to get rid of it. While Amber was watching him shower, Natanya dropped by and indicated that she'd be waiting in the punishment room for them, and specifically requested that Amber come along too. Kate and Amber and Alicia escorted a naked, cleaned-up and cleaned-out R to the punishment room, where Natanya was waiting for them with a hardwood hairbrush in her hand. R remembered what the ladies said about Natanya's severity with the hairbrush. Natanya moved a straight-baked chair with no armrests into the center of the room and seated herself on it. She placed her upper legs parallel, spread her feet apart so that her lap was level, and placed a towel on her lap. "Get across my lap now," Natanya instructed. Alicia guided him over to where he could get in to the mandated position. "Amber, I'd like you to hold his arms in front of him, and try to keep him in position - grasp him by the wrists and hold on tight." When R was situated to Natanya's specification, the brown-haired discipline administrator addressed him. "It appears that you have some self-control issues to work on, young man. I'm going to give you a good hard spanking to help you with your work." With one hand, she held him at his lower back, and with the other, began a lengthy wood-to-the-butt session. R struggled, writhed, yelled, and pleaded as Natanya relentlessly and inexorably delivered swat after swat of hot, fiery spanks to his backside. The urgency of attention commanded by hairbrush swats is well-known to any who have been on the receiving end of such a spanking. In an institutional discipline setting, there is no warm-up with tender swats - there is only the energetic administration of the prescribed discipline, and the recipient's inevitable receiving of it. Amber indeed found it necessary to struggle to keep R from falling off Natanya's lap from his bucking and writhing. She was also aware of increasing dampness between her legs from the animated and exciting scene. After what seemed a long time to Amber, and undoubtedly a much longer time to R, Natanya stopped spanking and allowed R to stay over her lap for a moment to compose himself, with Amber still gripping his wrists. After a few moments Natanya told R to stand up. Then she asked Kate to bind R's hands behind him. When Kate had finished doing so, Natanya asked all of them to leave her and R alone where they were, for some "counseling". Kate locked the door and Natanya looked at R, who was standing before her, naked, hands bound behind his back. "I took a good look at your file, and I'm convinced that you should not have been sent here. I think it was a technicality that got you in, but enough of one that I can't do anything about. The fact that you're here, though, means that you still have to follow the rules and be disciplined when you break them. There's a few things that I can do to make it more worth your while here, so to speak. One of them is your sex education. I'm convinced that you're a virgin, as regards getting laid. That's why I'm trying to get you to not squirt so quickly - girls love it when you have staying power. Most girls also love having the attentions of somebody who knows how to eat pussy. You need to develop control over yourself, or rather, control over what's between your legs." Natanya's talk on sexual matters, in addition to her penetrating gaze in the area of R's midsection, was arousing to him, and he developed a boner in spite of his recent severe spanking. Also partly responsible for his boner was his attention to her smooth tanned legs, nicely framed by her black sneakers and socks on one end, and a rather short skirt at the upper end. "It would not surprise me," she continued, "if the nurses already introduced you to some training in eating pussy, is that right?" Almost blushing at the directness of the subject, R managed to stammer, "Yes Miss." "Good," she said, and stood up, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She seated herself well forward in her chair and continued, "That will save me some time. I want you to show me what you've learned. Down on your knees, now, and show me..." She spread her legs as R kneeled before her. He saw her profuse glistening wetness. He brought his mouth close to Natanya's pussy lips and lightly breathed on them. He noticed a delicious scent from her pubic bush. Then he gently ran his tongue on and between her labia, eliciting responses of "Ahhhhh" from her. He wrapped his mouth around her slit and probed her vaginal entry with his tongue while she purred. As he worked, R was conscious of a genuine desire to please Natanya. She was Mistress, he was... not slave, because that was not why he was here. He was, however, subservient, and felt a mixture of emotions which included admiration, fear, reverence, and awe. These emotions inspired him to move fervently in tune with her needs and emotions, in an almost subconscious way. Natanya was consciously aware only that she was inevitably approaching climax. She held off as long as she could, and then grasped R's head with her hands, and, pulling his face into her pubic area, let herself go into the explosive eruption of her orgasm. "They taught you pretty well," she told him. Her secretions were all over his face, and his erection was pointing straight out as he straightened up, still kneeling between her knees. She smeared some of her vaginal lubricant on her hand and grasped his erection and slowly stroked it. She pulled on him so that he came closer to her. Still massaging his boner, she pointed it at her crotch. The tip of his erection was a few inches away from her glistening labia. "OH! AH! Oooh! Oh Miss -" R exclaimed as he suddenly spurted several jets of semen onto her pubic mound and her thighs. "well now, it looks to me like you still haven't mastered what's between your legs," Natanya began. "I'll give you a choice - you can earn a demerit for that, or you can clean up that mess by licking it clean." He instinctively knew that he dare not ask for the demerit, because she would punish him all the more severely. At the same time, he knew that he would not escape punishment for the tests of self-control that the nurses would make sure he failed during the week. "I'll clean it up, Miss Natanya," he replied quietly. "Good. You may begin." Gingerly, he licked Natanya's beautiful pubic hair clean of the streaks and blobs of ejaculate that he had propelled there, and then turned his attention to her inner thighs. Despite the repugnance of his task, he had to admit to being aroused by using his tongue on her legs. When his task was finished, Natanya caressed his face with her hands for a moment before calling Amber and Alicia to give him his post-punishment enemas. R slept fitfully that night, daydreaming and fantasizing about Natanya. For three days in a row the following week, his training visits to the screening room resulted in his ejaculating prior to when the nurses would have permitted. They performed a variety of stimulating procedures on him. One of the days they inserted a vibrator egg into his back way so that it would stimulate his prostate as they jerked him to orgasm. Another time, Alicia put on a disposable glove and manually stimulated his prostate with her finger while Amber, with a honey-sweet smile, hand-jobbed him. The time after that, they both teased his groin area with light tickle-touching until he started to seep, and then both participated concurrently in hand-jobbing him. It took almost no time for him to squirt then. He realized that one of the reasons he was ejaculating so quickly was his concurrent fantasizing about Natanya. Another reason was that the hand jobs were always after a session of pussy eating, when he was intensely aroused. One of the days, R managed to avoid ejaculating, which truly impressed the nurses. The following day it was no contest, as he squirted with abandon when Amber disrobed entirely and he couldn't take his eyes off her bare chest as she worked him. He was, though, coming to look forward to, and enjoy, the opportunities to practice his oral skills on the women, and wanted to perfect them so that he could give Natanya as much pleasure as his capabilities and experience would allow. On the day of his next punishment session, Alicia gave him the first of two pre-punishment enemas as usual. The second sudsy enema was in a different bag, and the amount was closer to three quarts than the usual two quarts. Alicia used the retention nozzle on him that time, and R was indeed quite full from that one, and vehemently protested. Kate and the nurses escorted R into the punishment room, where Natanya ordered him bound to the punishment box, which was a padded structure that accommodated the person to be punished in a bent-over position, and had many options for binding that person. Natanya directed Kate to bind him to allow as little movement as possible. The escort secured binding straps around his waist, directly above his knees, each ankle, and his wrists. With Amber behind R, and Alicia in front, Natanya picked up the rattan cane and walked around to where R could see her. "Your naughty bottom is going to get a taste of the cane today," she said, and whisked it rapidly through the air so that the whisking sound it made inspired fear. "No, Miss Natanya, please!" he begged. "Now, now - it doesn't seem that you have much choice, does it?" "I'll do anything for you Miss Natanya! Please don't use that on me." She pressed her lips together in an amused smile, and simply walked over to take her position to administer his punishment. Fixing her gaze on the precise spot where she wanted the cane stroke to land, she drew her arm back, and propelled the whippy instrument of correction so that it made a perfect stripe across the center of his bared buttocks. "AHH!" he exclaimed as soon as he felt the lightning-like streak on his vulnerable bottom. Over the next two seconds the pain increased to a fiery sensation that simply can not be ignored. "AHHHHHHH! OWWWW! OWWWW!" he reacted to this crescendo of torment. Another lightning streak immediately next to the first one danced on his bared bottom. He struggled against his bindings. "AHHHHHH! NO! NO!" The third fiery stroke penetrated his perception. "AUUUUUGH! PLEASE, PLEASE!" Natanya had heard this litany of suffering many times before. R was sure that he could not endure it. She knew that he WOULD endure every fiery stroke that she sent to dance upon his increasingly striated skin. Amber was almost beside herself with awe at the sight before her. She observed Natanya's relentless and dispassionate application of the whippy rattan instrument with a profuse secretion of vaginal juices, despite herself. She was at the same time agitated and aroused. Alicia, for her part, was also becoming aware of her own arousal. Her mind drifted to ways that her arousal could be doused with satisfaction, and briefly wondered if she could get Amber to do the honors. Dismissing the thought, she directed her attention back to the scene before her. Natanya finally stopped administering when R's bottom had been completely reddened and striated with horizontal strokes of the rattan cane. After about five minutes, she asked Kate to bind R in a standing position with his feet spread a little over three feet apart and his hands above his head. Then, as she did previously, she asked that they be left alone so she could counsel him. When the two of them were alone in the punishment room, Natanya fetched a two pound weight. She stepped out of her panties, tied the panties around the base of R's testicles, attached the weight to her panties, and let the weight hang. She asked him several intimate questions - if he had been practicing orally during the previous week; how he felt when the nurses gave him his enemas; if a woman had ever used a dildo in his back end; Every minute or so she lifted the weight so that the pressure was relieved for a moment, then let the weight hang again. Then she took off all her clothes, except for her platform shoes, and stood in front of him. In spite of the weight pulling on his testicles, he developed a firm erection. "Girls like to be kissed on their breasts and nipples," Natanya mentioned, and arched her back and positioned herself so that her left breast was accessible to R's mouth. He took the hint, and kissed and licked all around her breast. "Do the nipple too," she directed after a few moments. His lips enveloped the hardening nipple of her breast and he sucked on it. "Oh, Miss Natanya, the weight hurts!" he moaned. She shifted so that her right breast was at the tip of his mouth. "Do this one now," she said. When the ache in his nuts became severe enough that he was frequently moaning, she reached down and relieved the pressure for a minute. He renewed his attentions on her breasts, which by then was causing profuse creaminess in her crotch. She released the weight and had R continue to service her breasts with his mouth, until he urgently protested the aching in his testicles. Then she removed the weight and ran her hands over his body, teasing him. She frequently grasped his throbbing erection and gave a few pumps before releasing it and continuing the touching. When R's member was seeping from his arousal and pointing straight out, Natanya lightly pressed her bare chest against his, and nestled his throbbing member in her crotch between her legs, and reached around to gently caress him. "I'd be glorious to fuck right now," she cooed. "My pussy is so wet and hungry, and my tits are aching with desire." R could not move at all because of his bindings, and Natanya moved her hips back and forth in a sexual motion, rubbing her pussy lips on his stiff member. She cocked her head to one side an opened her eyes wide. The feeling of her skin on his, combined with the motion of her hips, was more than he could stand. "Auuuugh! Oh, God! Ohhhhh! Auuugh!" he exclaimed as his cock pulsed and spurted. Jets of semen dripped onto the floor. "Oh, shame!" she mock-scolded. "Not enough staying power yet... The girls aren't going to like that. You nasty boy, cumming too soon all the time. If you squirt this soon without even being inside a girl, how soon are you going to squirt when one actually lets you in?" Natanya quickly put her clothes on and then summoned Kate to take R for his post-punishment enemas. Kate, when she came in, noticed the gobs of spunk on the floor and smiled at R, who blushed. Back in the screening room, R flinched when either of the ladies touched his freshly caned buttocks to spread them for insertion of the enema nozzle. The rinsing enemas, he had to admit, were rather soothing after what he'd been through. The following days R tried hard not to cum before Alicia or Amber wanted him to, but his constant fantasizing of Natanya, plus the deliberately cunning ways that they got R to ejaculate sooner so that they could rack up demerits for him, always worked to his disadvantage. One of the days, Alicia bound R face-up onto the table so that he could barely move. Then Amber disrobed completely and straddled his mouth and had him practice until she had several orgasms. Then she stood in a semi-squatting position with her pussy just above where his raging boner was pointing and barely touched it with her pussy lips. He desperately tried to thrust his hips to penetrate Amber's wet glistening pussy, and his bindings prevented him from moving more than an inch or so. Consequently, when Amber's cool fingers caressed his testicles, he blasted forth with a load of semen and she wrote in his record that he ejaculated after only a few seconds. Still, he was gathering his resolve, and on two consecutive days he held out past the time that the nurses thought he would squirt. Another time, though, he lasted almost no time. Alicia had stripped naked and straddled his mouth while Amber teasingly touched him all over. The clincher that day was when Amber inserted a flexible tube about one-half inch in diameter, into his back end, so that the tip of it was in proximity to his prostate. She turned a small crank on the outer end of the tube which caused the inside end to twist and wiggle, giving R intense stimulation. Alicia meanwhile oiled up her hands and stroked him to a quick and profuse climax. On the day that R was to be disciplined next, his second soapsuds enema was a three-quart one that had to be retained for ten minutes. During that time, Amber reminded him that he failed to use the proper title of 'Miss' several times that day. When she wondered aloud if she should place that fact in his record, he pleaded with her to not tell Miss Natanya. She readily agreed not to mention a word of it, and when he looked inquiringly at Alicia, she also readily agreed not to mention today's indiscretion, and further remarked that she and Amber always kept their word. Their immediate agreement to refrain from mentioning this to Natanya struck him as a little suspicious, although he could not determine why. R squirmed and moaned frequently during the final half of his retention period, and was glad when he was allowed up to expel and get showered. They went with Kate as she escorted R to the now-familiar punishment room. Amber told Kate that R should be bound in a standing position, arms above his head, and legs a couple feet apart. R had been bound in position about five minutes when Natanya walked in. Alicia and Amber smiled at her. "We have a little surprise for you today," Natanya explained to R, "I'm going to let Amber give you a strapping. I talked to her about it last week and she has been training for it the past several days." Now R understood why the nurses quickly agreed not to tell Natanya about his day's indiscretions - his punisher already knew! He looked over toward Amber and she had a wide smile and a light blush on her face. She knew what he was thinking. Natanya handed the two-tailed leather tawse to Amber, who spared no time in taking her position as Mistress of discipline. She recalled the image of her watching for the first time as R got severely strapped by Natanya, how aroused she was, and how at times she wished that day that she herself was delivering the swats. Now, today, she got her wish. With the eagerness of a new Mistress of discipline, she carefully gauged her position, and began. The first swat landed and Amber followed through like a tennis player. Her reward was immediate. R reacted with a sudden "AHHH!" Oh, that was sweet, Amber thought to herself as she drew the tawse back for another swat. The next stroke landed in the same place as the first. "AAAAAAH!" R exclaimed. Amber methodically delivered energetic strokes to R's rapidly reddening buttocks. His shouts and cries increased her arousal, and she knew that she was profusely lubricating. She would have loved to pause and masturbate herself to what would have been a series of incredible climaxes. Instead, she kept delivering swat after swat to the tightly bound male. Natanya stood in front of R, frequently letting her gaze settle on his testicles and cock. Suddenly she held up her hand and told Amber to pause for a couple of minutes. She retrieved the two pound weight and a one-inch wide nylon binding strap, and hung the weight from his ball sac. "Amber, please proceed." R felt each swat that Amber delivered as a fiery kiss of leather on his buttocks, and he also became aware of some of the strap's energy in his testicles. After a few swats, the weight swung to and fro like a pendulum. Every stroke thereafter contributed to its motion. Amber continued to redden R's buttocks (and swing the weight which suspended from his testicles) with the leather tawse until Natanya, after a few moments, interrupted. "Twenty more swats and that's it," she said. Amber took this as her cue to finish up, and delivered the final twenty strokes as hard and as fast as she could, while R shouted, pleaded, and begged. Natanya removed the weight from R's ball sac and put it away. After several minutes, she directed that R be given his post-punishment enemas. As Alicia was preparing the first of R's rinsing enemas, Natanya entered the examination room and announced that Alicia would be needed in another part of the facility for the next couple of hours, and asked Amber if she could take care of finishing up with R. Amber agreed, and plunged the enema nozzle into R and started the flow. When the three quarts had drained out of the red bag, Amber removed the nozzle and told R to hold it for several minutes. "Also," she continued, "I want you to remember this series of numbers," and quietly spoke the numeric sequence. She made him repeat the numbers back to her several times, telling him that it's very important. After several minutes, when he moaned from the fullness of the enema and pleaded with Amber for relief, she made him repeat the numbers ten times and then let him expel. She followed the same script with R's second cleansing enema, having him repeat the numeric sequence time after time. Finally she let him up to get rid of the second enema and have a shower. After his shower, Amber told him to get back on the examination table, face down. Lightly and tenderly rubbing some skin cream into R's strap-ravaged buttocks, she talked on subjects other than the numbers that she wanted him to remember. "I really gave it to you good," she said. "Actually, it's because I kind of like you. I can't explain it fully." Her tenderness was arousing to R. Amber slipped off her panties, told R to turn over, and straddled his face while he brought her to a wrenching climax. When she calmed down, she got off the table and put a generous amount of lubricant on her hands and lightly gripped his hardening member. Saying very little, she slowly and sensuously pumped him while reminding him that it was very important that he hold back from ejaculating as long as possible. After a few moments she brought him to a spurting ejaculation. She made sure that he still remembered the numeric sequence, having him repeat it several times. Amber called for Kate to escort R back to his quarters. Before Kate unlocked the door, she cryptically told R, "By the way, I'm unattached." The following day, R was surprised when Kate came to get him. He wondered why he was going to be punished, and wondered what he had done. Instead of being taken to the examination room, however, he was escorted into an office where he saw Natanya and another woman. Kate told R to be seated, and the other woman spoke. "I am Natanya's supervisor. Natanya informed me from the second day of your stay here, that she didn't believe you should be here. I was more or less of the opinion that anyone entering this school is here because of enough evidence to send them here. However, she has worked hard, based on her belief, and has uncovered some discrepancies that I could not ignore. Over the past few weeks I have also been in touch with some 'insiders' in the system who owed me some favors, and I'll just say that there is a bad apple in the system that sent you here. Because of Natanya's hard work on your behalf, I too am convinced that you had no place here. Normally, we would just release you and be done with it. But my own personal sense of justice is so outraged by this incident, that our legal counsel is going to assist with the matter, and I've directed them to focus first on handsomely compensating you for your stay here. They will be in touch with you over the next few days. You will be released later today." "I'm... glad to hear that," R stammered. "I had no idea that Miss Natanya was doing that for me." R turned toward Natanya, who was smiling wistfully. "Thank you... I don't know what else to say..." A few days later as R was reading the daily newspaper, he had the realization that the digits that Amber wanted him to memorize probably consisted of a phone number. He thought about it all day. That evening he nervously pressed the numbers on the keypad. A familiar voice answered. "Miss Amber? ... Yes, this is R. Um, do you think we could go out to dinner sometime?" She, of course, was delighted that he called, and tried not to show it. R was delighted that she accepted. After they agreed on a place, Amber picked him up the following afternoon and they went out to dinner. Afterward, she suggested that they go to her house and talk some more. "Let me show you my 'playroom', she excitedly said when they got to her place. He followed her down the hall and she opened a door. There was a single bed, a few chairs, and a red enema bag hanging from a stainless steel structure. Amber looked at R's crotch area and saw a prominent bulge. Both naked on the bed, she opened up and he entered her, his first time with anyone. Chest to chest, mouth against mouth, he repeatedly plunged his rock-hard member into Amber and she internally caressed it with her vaginal muscles. A short while later he could hold back no longer and spurted into her eager receptacle. "That's a good start," she said between kisses "You'll be good to go again in a half hour or so. I want you to make me cum with your mouth before you go inside me again." ----- I hope you enjoyed this story. I enjoyed writing it. This work is copyright by the author, and commercial use is prohibited without permission. 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Lady Jena, the goddess domme Jena is a professional domme. I didn't know it when I met her. At the party of a mutual friend where we met, her roving eye caught my roving eye, and I was drawn to her. It may have been her late thirties demeanor that attracted me, or it may have been her blonde hair, parted in the middle and curled under just before it reached her shoulders; perhaps it was the boots she wore - they looked good on her. She had the look of a woman of authority - an executive assistant, maybe? Or an executive herself? Her body radiated strength. She appeared comfortable just to take in the scene at the party, and obviously wasn't with anyone. I rather shyly introduced myself, and we made small talk, each of us holding our glass of red wine. After just a short time, she mentioned that she should be going. My face probably showed disappointment, and I looked into her eyes for a soulful moment. My heart jumped when she suggested that I walk her to her car. We were silent for the two-block walk, and when she unlocked her car, she said, "I'm glad you don't drink anything stronger than wine." Before I could say something, she said, "Kiss me." It was more than a suggestion - it was a directive. By that time I had begun to think of her as a goddess. She had penetrating eyes, and in the semi-darkness I approached her mouth with mine. For a brief moment I barely touched her puckered lips, and then pressed in more firmly. Imagine my elation when I felt her hands around my head, drawing me near, and she passionately returned my kisses with a fervor that I had not expected. "Show me where you live," she instructed. "Or, we can continue the evening tomorrow." Stunned, I only whispered, "Now." I drove home and she followed me. She asked me to put on some peaceful music and pour us some red wine. As we sipped, she asked me a lot of questions about me and my life. I don't know why I trusted her, but I answered honestly. When I tried to steer the conversation toward her and find out more about her, she threw me another curve. "Take all your clothes off and pour me some more wine." I wanted to be sure I understood her. I paused a moment, and she said, "You heard right. Strip naked and get me some more wine." My hands, as well as my insides, trembled as I hurried to remove my clothes in front of this stunning goddess. She smiled as I handed her a full glass of red wine. It was her game now. Even though we were at my house, she had taken control. "Come sit next to me," she directed. The ambient air, of course, had an effect on my midsection, and my cock was firm. She looked at it and smiled. "To answer your questions," she began, "I'm a professional dominatrix. Men - clients - submit to me, and I fulfill their needs, whether it's a severe spanking, heavy bondage, cock and ball whipping, enemas, denial, forced ejaculation, that sort of thing." She looked at my cock. It had hardened, and my midsection was steeped in arousal. She smiled and said, "I thought you'd be interested." She dipped her finger in her wine and spread some on her lips. "Put your hands behind you, and kiss me - gently." With a protruding erection, I leaned toward her and softly kissed the wine from her lips several times. Each time she spread wine on her puckered lips, I got more aroused. "Now I want you to wash your cock and your balls. Get them completely clean. I'll watch while you do that." She followed me to the bathroom and watched while I used soap and diligently cleaned and rinsed my apparatus. Following that, we went to my bedroom. She was still fully dressed. "Lie on the bed and spread your legs wide," she said as she reached into her handbag. She pulled out what looked like a tiny whip - it had two 6 inch tails and a small handle. "Pull your cock out of the way. I'm going to give you a ball whipping." I was afraid and excited at the same time. I had not experienced anything like that, and stories I'd read involving ball punishment were always way over the top. I grasped my member and exposed my vulnerable testicular area to Jena's wishes. She got a book from the nightstand and placed it under my ball sac as a platform. She tugged on my ball sac a few times, and then drew back the flogger. A flick of her wrist, and the two thongs whipped against my balls. "Aaaah! OHHH! Uuuunh!" I exclaimed, and twisted my hips. Jena giggled and said, "Let's do nine more, for a total of ten strokes." Another flick of her wrist, and my balls practically exploded with sensation. She whipped hard. I exclaimed, of course, that time and the remaining times that she whipped the little martinet on my balls. "No touching where I whipped," she ordered. My ball sac was alive with heat, and felt twice its normal size. She got up, removed her panties, and sat on the edge of the bed with legs opened. "Pleasure me with your mouth." I knelt before her and felt my heart quicken when I saw her blonde pussy. I gingerly pressed my mouth on her pale pussy lips and began to lick and kiss them. I felt her clitoral nub harden. My cock was erect, at the same time that my balls still smarted from the whipping. "Harder!" Jena commanded, and I immediately increased my enthusiasm. Her pussy had a sensual taste, and I continued until the tremors of her body signalled her climax and she gently pushed my face from her womanhood. She removed the remainder of her clothing and lay prone on the bed. For the first time since we met, she was in a passive state. "I want you to enter me and be still. Don't ejaculate inside me, and if you feel that you are about to cross the line, pull out immediately." She used one hand to open her labia. I felt the smoothness of her inner muscles as I inserted my raging erection inside her and went in all the way. She had me lie down on top of her, front to front. I wanted to press my mouth on hers, but I dared not. I wanted to pump my cock and feel the wonderful friction of her smooth insides, though I refrained. She wore a calm expression on her face, and I looked into her deep eyes. I felt there was nothing that I wanted to keep from her - nothing that I could keep from her. My soul was laid bare in front of the eyes of this goddess. I don't know how long I had stared into her lovely eyes. Then a slight smile formed on her lips and she told me to withdraw. I lay back on the bed and she sat up between my legs. She wrapped one of her hands around my desperate cock, and cradled my balls with the other. She gently manipulated my erection with her hand. A few moments hence I felt the prelude to a massive ejaculation building up. The intense feeling gripped me, and she giggled when I threw my head back and exclaimed as I recklessly spurted forth. "I like the way you cum," she stated a while later, after she had wiped the spunk on my legs. "I also like the way you follow instructions. It wasn't easy to refrain from pumping when you were inside me, and I know you would have preferred to ejaculate there instead of in my hand. There is a special way that I expect a man to thank me for letting him cum inside me, and you're not ready for that yet." I wondered what she meant. She lay down next to me and we cuddled and talked. I felt the stirring of a new erection. "I get pleasure from being a dominatrix. And I know it excites you." She mentioned, between kisses, that she wanted to see how I would take enemas, the paddle and the cane, and more severe ball whipping. "There will be pleasurable rewards for you," she teased. "If you do well, I can involve some of the young women I'm training." I could not resist the allure of more than one dominatrix. Jena knew that I would do my best to submit to her and suggested that I come to her place the following afternoon. "I'll give you a couple of enemas and then we'll go out to dinner, and maybe have some more fun back at my place." My bottom tingled from her mention of the enema. It had been a long while since I'd gotten one at a naughty nurse clinic some time back. Jena insisted that I stay completely unclothed while she got dressed and prepared to leave. She wrote an address and told me to be there at two the following afternoon. "When you come in, I want you to immediately remove all your clothes, before either of us says anything. Always. No matter who else is there. Will you remember that?" "Yes, Lady Jena," I eagerly whispered. I felt doubly naked after she got dressed. I kissed her hand and she left. After a restless sleep, Jena and my forthcoming visit were on my mind almost all the time. Over and over I imagined removing my clothes in front of the beautiful blonde domme. I wondered if I could take the enemas she planned. My boner pressed against my pants on the way over to her place. Jena motioned me to come in and closed the door behind me. She stood with her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. I nervously removed my clothes and looked at her for clues. "Get your clothes and follow me," she aternly ordered, and walked ahead. I followed behind her through several rooms into a treatment room. "Face down on the table!" Her demeanor was far different from the sweet blonde goddess I encountered the previous evening. She grasped each of my wrists in turn and bound them to the sides of the examination table. Then she spread my ankles and did the same to them. I knew I was going to have to endure whatever she decided to do. I heard water running, and a few minutes later she put on a latex glove. I squirmed as she inserted a lubricated finger into my bottom several times. I felt a slight zing of pleasure when her finger tickled across my prostate. She pulled out, and a moment later I felt her spread my bottom apart. Then an intrusion of something soft and pliable. "You have an inflatable retention nozzle inside you now. I'm going to give it a few pumps to make sure you don't leak." "Oh! Ah! UHHH!" I exclaimed when she pumped up the nozzle. I already felt full, and squirmed. Jena giggled, and then started the flow. Immediately a few jets of warm enema squirted inside me, and then it settled into a steady flow. It was not long before I felt overly full and groaned. My involuntary wiggling was probably arousing to her, and her hand lightly roamed around my bottom as I took the enema. It took a few minutes for all the solution to enter me, and by then I was almost constantly groaning and squirming. "It's all inside you now. You must retain it for a while." She stood and watched for what felt like a very long time while I struggled with the sensation of my insides being overly full. Amid my groans, I uttered her name in choked whispers. Finally, she released my bindings, deflated the nozzle, and let me up to get rid of the enema. When I was finished, she told me to get in the shower. When I dried off, Jena had a hardwood paddle in her hand, and told me to bend over across the examination table. "Ten swats. No kicking, or you'll get extra." I knew I would have to use all my will to avoid kicking my legs. I bent over and grasped the far edge of the table. WHAM! "OH!" WHAM! "OWW!" WHAM! "AAAAH!" She delivered the swats about three seconds apart. The hot sensation from the paddle spread across both nether cheeks and built up as the strokes accumulated. WHAM! "AAH!" I twisted my bottom. WHAM! "PLEASE!" My cheeks got hotter. I desperately wanted to kick my legs. WHAM! "OH! AH!" I held on more tightly. WHAM! "AAAAAH!" My twisting was more pronounced. WHAM! "PLEASE! AAAAAH!" I didn't know if I could stay in position. WHAM! "UHNNNNH!" My legs shook in my attempt to keep my feet on the floor. One more to go. WHAM! "AAAAAAAH!" Jena waited a few moments before telling me I could get up. "You did well. Someday you'll have to take twenty five swats without kicking your legs." She told me to get dressed. We went to dinner, and before we left her house she made a point of having me see her remove her panties. We had a tasty dinner, and she told me more about herself. On the way back home, she hinted that we would have some more fun, and reminded me of her rule that I remove my clothes immediately upon coming in. My arousal had been nourished by knowing that her naked pussy was under her skirt, and the heat from the paddling was now a warm glow throughout my midsection. My erect member displayed my state. "Let's go to my bedroom," she said. When we were there she retrieved the ball whip and stripped. I was on my back, and she placed her pussy over my mouth while facing my front. "Use your mouth there when I start to whip." She grasped my firm member and held it out of the way. Her beautiful blonde pussy was but an inch from my lips. I noticed her womanly scent of arousal. Suddenly I felt a lightning bolt flash of pain on my balls. My whole body jerked. "AAAH!" I exclaimed, and immediately planted my mouth on her pussy and kissed fervently. The creaminess of her womanhood betrayed her arousal. I gave her attention with my mouth for a moment before she whipped again. "Mmmmmff!" She definitely whipped harder than she had done the previous night. My oral work on her pussy became more frenzied. She liked that, and continued to give my balls an energetic swipe with her whip every few moments. When I could no longer endure them without undue thrashing about and begging her to stop, she relented. Jena lay beside me and lightly fingered my cock. When it became hard and erect, she removed her hand and opened her legs. "Enter me now," she instructed. "As before, keep still and do not ejaculate." When I thrust in to the hilt, she put her arms around me. Her pussy felt heavenly, and it was difficult to refrain from pumping in and out. I was inside her for a few moments before she spoke again. "I have not told you this, but when a man ejaculates inside me I expect him to show his appreciation afterward by cleaning the sperm from my pussy - with his mouth. He is to extract and swallow every trace - every time." I don't know why, but I got more aroused from her talk. I felt a spurt of pre-cum shoot from my cock. "If you can commit to cleaning me afterward, you may ejaculate inside me - and you do not have to keep still." She, of course, knew that my eager cock was so desperate to cum inside the warm smooth confines of her womanhood that I would commit to doing almost anything to experience that feeling. "Yes," I hoarsely whispered, "I'll do that." She smiled and held me close. Gingerly, I pumped in and out. The feel of her inner vaginal musculature was even more intense than when I kept still. It must have been no surprise to my blonde goddess that the point of no return quickly engulfed me. I could not stop, and twisted wildly as spurt after spurt shot from my eager member inside her. What an intense feeling it was! The afterglow was sweet, too, as my cock stayed erect inside her. She smiled warmly, and I knew she was ready. It had been such an intensely erotic experience having intercourse with her that I was determined to thank her as she wished. I withdrew, and got between her legs and saw her freshly spermed pussy close up. Streaks of my own ejaculate mixed with her arousal seeped from her entrance. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and I stared for a moment at her pussy with open blushing labia before I put my mouth to work. Though it was my first time sucking on a pussy full of sperm, I took to it as easily as I had eating pussy for the first time several years back. Jena moaned freely and moved her hips as I applied myself to extracting every drop of what I had exuberantly spurted in there. I knew she enjoyed my attention, and it did not take her long at all to crest. I loved the sounds she made as she surrendered to that first and subsequent orgasm. She kissed me warmly even though my mouth had been where my aroused cock had spewed forth. "I knew you'd be good at that when I first saw you," she said. I assured her I would do that every time. I drifted to sleep in her arms, since I had been through a full day of new experiences. I don't know how long I had been asleep when I grogily awoke to the feel of her fingers palpating my ball sac and my cock. When I was fully erect, she pulled me on top of her and I easily slid inside. In the dim light of night, I saw her excited visage, and took long, slow thrusts. I wanted to feel the inside of her womanhood as much as possible before ejaculating. She liked that, and avoided sensual moves that would have overly stimulated me. A few more minutes, and she grasped my head and brought my mouth to hers and kissed feverishly. I could not keep from pumping faster and harder, and nature quickly took its course. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmf!" I exclaimed as I spurted inside her with my mouth pressed firmly on hers. Her pussy was somewhat sweaty when I extracted the spunk. I didn't mind, though. The pleasure from intercourse was well worth the cleanup. And, her enjoyment of my oral attention further made it worthwhile. We slept more, and in the morning she told me she had a session with a client that day. "I don't often see clients on weekends. This one is a necessity, though. I'd like you to come back at 3 this afternoon. Remember my rule about undressing." I went home and got some rest, and returned at the specified time. To my surprise, somebody different answered the door and told me to come in. She was tall and slender. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a short skirt and platform heels. Her pale legs were bare, and she had a dominant look about her. I didn't know whether I should strip in front of this lovely woman, but I recalled Jena's words that she wanted me to do that no matter who else was there. My heart raced as I removed my clothes in front of the woman I didn't know. When my clothes were in a neat stack on the floor, the woman said, "Follow!" and walked ahead into the next room. I was relieved to see that Jena was there. "This is Mistress Ruby. I want her to give you a hairbrush spanking. Do everything she tells you." She turned to Ruby and said, "He's a novice. I've given him a paddling and several ball whippings. You are free to proceed." Mistress Ruby seated herself and had me kneel before her. Then she had me put my hands behind me and kiss and lick her legs from her ankles to her knees. I loved the feel of her smooth pale skin on my tongue. "Not bad," she said. "You could use more experience at that. Now I want you to get up and bring me the wooden hairbrush from the coffee table." When I tried to hand her the hairbrush she did not take it, but said, "Always kneel before your mistress when presenting her with your instrument of correction." I figured I had earned a very sore bottom for that, and quickly knelt in front of her. "Offer the instrument on your upturned palms," she further ordered, and I cradled the hairbrush in both hands and presented it to her. Mistress Ruby took it then, and positioned her feet and legs so that her lap was level and her legs from her knees to her hips were separated by a moderate gap. "Get over here now, and point your toes." Her bare legs felt good against my midsection when I got in position. My hands pressed against the floor, and my feet were pointed so that the tops of my toes touched the floor. "When a man doesn't hold his position, I either start over, or give five extra for every time. Since you're new at this, I'll make an allowance for that and give you two extra. I'm going to give you twenty four swats, and I want you to keep still." It felt like lightning struck my right nether cheek when the first swat landed. The hairbrush is smaller than a paddle, but it's more maneuverable and the swat is concentrated in a smaller area. Just as I was about to exclaim, she brought the hairbrush down hard on my left side. She kept on like that, giving about one swat per second. I was bewildered by the intensity of Mistress Ruby's attentions. I exclaimed almost constantly, and I knew I must have kicked my legs wildly during the paddling, though I had no idea how many times. "You kicked five times," she stated. "That's ten more - IF you keep still for them." "Oh, Mistress!" I exclaimed with a tone of despair. My bottom felt ablaze, and I was going to get ten more - and I had to keep still for those! "Yes, ten more. Here goes!" I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for the extra swats. She gave them a little slower, and every bit as hard. I shouted with each one. Since I managed to avoid undue movement, she did not allot any additional swats on top of what I had gotten thus far. She ran her hand over my well paddled bottom. "Yes, very hot," she giggled. "Some time I'd like to paddle you until you cum, and then make you lick up whatever you spill." Ruby removed her platform shoes and had me suck on her toes for a few minutes. Then she announced that she had to leave. Lady Jena had me bend over in front of her so she could inspect Ruby's work. "I'd like to whip your balls some more, but it looks like you've had enough for the weekend." She lightly palpated my ball sac until I became erect. Then we went to her bed. "Some of what I do for a living is train other women in the art of being a dominatrix," she said while fingering my cock. "Mistress Ruby is my current student. She has served as my assistant in sessions with my male clients for one month. I have let her give enemas and discipline only to new clients, and I've limited that." She smiled as my cock rose to attention. "I have had her go through everything that she will give in sessions - enemas, caning, paddling, pussy whipping, strap-on work, and so on. She has had to take it in front of some very exclusive male clients." The thought of Mistress Ruby having to accept paddling and caning from Jena stimulated my arousal. My cock was rock hard and Jena got on top of me, front to front. "I want Mistress Ruby to practice on you before she goes out on her own. Also she can help me with your training." She grasped my member, took in my entire length and sat up, straddling me. Her eyes gleamed, and she pressed down on my hips with her hands. "You'll have a very sore bottom next weekend," she said as she slowly pumped with long strokes. Her pussy felt heavenly. "You'll also get a lot of pleasure." She pumped steadily without stopping, until I had no choice but to pop off inside her. She gave me free reign and I thrashed wildly throughout my lengthy ejaculation. She giggled and kept me inside her until I slipped out. Then she straddled my mouth and I gave her two orgasms as I sucked her pussy clean of my sperm. I went home soon after, with instructions to shave from my waist down before coming back the following weekend. "You will ejaculate several times," she said, "so save up accordingly." The week dragged on, made all the more arousing by the unknown events yet to transpire. It was not easy to refrain from ejaculatory relief - just recalling the sweet feeling of being close to Lady Jena, face to face, inside her pussy, almost overpowered my will several times. Friday night I used the razor on my ankles, legs, bottom, and pubic hair. The ambient air against my freshly shaved skin was intensely arousing in itself. After a fitful sleep that night, I went to Jena's house at 2 PM. She opened the door and I quickly undressed. My nakedness was made more intense by my having shaved from the waist down, and Jena ran her hands up and down my legs and around my bare bottom. She giggled when my erection grew hard before her eyes. She led me to one of her playrooms, and Mistress Ruby was there. Both women stripped from the waist down except for their panties. "We're going to start you off with a hairbrush spanking. But first you are to apply lotion to our legs," Ruby stated. My heart raced when she handed me a large squirt bottle of creamy lotion and sat next to Jena. "Do mine first," Jena instructed, and I knelt before her. I started with her ankles, and liberally rubbed lotion on her smooth legs. I worked up to her upper thighs, and then she told me to do the same for Mistress Ruby. It was every bit as pleasurable feeling Mistress Ruby's bare legs as I applied the lotion. When I finished, they both got up and arranged their chairs so that they were facing each other, and quite close together. When they seated themselves, their legs were intermeshed so that they touched. It was an erotic sight. "David, you will find two wooden hairbrushes on the counter, next to a bottle of oil. Bring them, and the oil, to us." My insides fluttered when I figured out that they were both going to paddle me across their combined lap. Having learned how to present items to a mistress, I knelt by their side and presented both hairbrush paddles first, then the container of oil. "Stand up, hands behind your head." Mistress Ruby oiled my erect member and then had me get in position across their lap. She tucked my cock between her leg and Lady Jena's leg. "We're both going to paddle you until you cum," Jena said with a giggle. Then they started. Each mistress alternated swats, and they gave them once every couple of seconds. They were hard, and I shouted from the first one. As I squirmed from the paddling, my cock moved in contact with their legs. It was stimulating and felt good, even while I keenly felt the smacks from the hairbrushes. "That's it - fuck our legs!" Mistress Ruby shouted as they both continued to swat. I pumped my hips against their laps as they paddled. Soon my arousal came to the fore and the swats felt lighter. I was more aware of the good feeling of my erection thrusting between their smooth lotioned legs. "Fuck these legs! Fuck them until you cum!" They kept paddling hard, and I felt the swats concurrently with my increasing arousal. My week of abstinence paid off, and my orgasm came quickly. As I ejaculated freely, I hardly felt the swats, though they continued until I stopped spurting. Mistress Ruby had me get down, and they both turned sideways facing me. I saw streaks of my spunk trickling down their thighs and legs. "Quickly, lick it all up!" Though I was spent, I knew I had better do as instructed, so I ran my tongue along each mistress' legs and swallowed the streaks of my cum that graced their smooth skin. After I cleaned their legs, Lady Jena spoke. "Mistress Ruby, please administer a two quart soapsuds enema to David. I will watch." Mistress Ruby grasped my arm and led me to the examination room. She had me get up on the table on all fours and touch my forehead to the surface. A few moments of waiting, and I felt the inflatable nozzle at my entrance. I moaned as she pushed it in and inflated it. CLICK! The soapsuds enema started its journey into my body. After a brief moment she increased the flow. "OHHHH! MISTRESS! PLEASE NOT SO FAST!" She paid no heed to my plight. "AAAAAH! OH! AAAAH! UHHH, THE PRESSURE! PLEASE!" A moment later I heard the last gurgle of the solution as it entered me. Although no new soapy solution entered me, my position made sure that the enema kept going further inside. I panted and groaned during the long retention period. My sounds must have been arousing to Lady Jena, because she came to orgasm twice by her own hand as she watched my struggle. They let me up to get rid of it, and then I was back on the table getting a three quart rinsing enema. Mistress Ruby made sure it went in every bit as fast as the two quart one had done. Both women took delight in my wiggling and twisting, not to mention my most sincere plea to stop for just a moment. The enema did not pause, of course, and I took the full measure. Mistress Ruby found my struggle with the three quart enema sufficiently arousing that she jilled herself. After her orgasm, she had me get rid of it. When I came back, she was smiling and wearing a strap-on. I knew then why she had given me such thorough enemas. "Bend over the table here, with your feet on the floor. Spread your legs... More. Wider. Okay. Don't let go of the other end of the table." She put on a latex glove and generously lubricated my back way. Then she used both hands to spread my bottom. I felt the tip of her probe against my entrance. "I'm going to be as gentle as I can, but you have to cooperate. Don't tighten up. I'll go slow - at first." She pushed on the probe until my nether portal accepted the first couple of inches. I felt stretched to capacity. "UHHHH!" Still spreading my bottom, she pushed inward - inch by inch - until her hips made contact with my backside. I groaned. She pulled back almost all the way, and then steadily slid in completely again. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" "This feels good," she giggled. "I love giving a good fucking!" She pulled back and went in again, a little faster. "Yes, I'm going to have some fun. I'm fucking you in the ASS!" "Uhh!... UH!... OH-UHHH!... AAAAAAHHH!... MISTRESS!... UHH! AHHH! OHHH! MMMMF! GAAA! PLEASE! PLEASE! MISTRESS! OHH! OH! OHH!" My litany of vocal reaction to her increasingly exuberant use of the probe continued until I convinced her that my entrance was sore. She finally pulled out and said, "You've got a tight little hole. You need some dildo training. I like to fuck with the strap-on until I cum." I knew the ladies weren't finished with their plans for me. So far I had gotten paddled, two enemas, and a thorough fucking with a strap-on. Lady Jena had me lie face up on the table while Mistress Ruby removed her strap-on harness. Both ladies then casually and silently used their fingers on my cock and my balls until I was erect and seeping pre-cum. "You and Mistress Ruby are doing well. Before she leaves us for the day, there's one more adventure I have planned. Get up and follow me." The three of us went to the bedroom, where Lady Jena surprised me by taking off all her clothes and getting on the bed. "Lie on top of me," she instructed, and extended her arms invitingly. I glanced briefly at Mistress Ruby as I got on the bed and on top of Lady Jena. Her smile and the feel of front to front contact brought me to an erect state in spite of my curiosity about their plans. My hard cock pressed against her entrance. "I want to feel you inside me," Lady Jena said after a few moments. "Enter me - Ruby will stimulate you with the rattan cane. You don't have to keep still, but I want you to stay inside me while she whips you. Come on - enter me now." I was self conscious about entering Lady Jena with another woman watching, but I did as she wanted. Her pussy was well lubricated with her own womanly cream from her earlier arousal. She held me close for a moment, after which I gently thrust in and out a few times. Her pussy felt exquisite to my aroused member. "Ruby - the cane," she said. While I concentrated on the pleasurable sensations from intercourse with Lady Jena, Mistress Ruby picked up a straight handled rattan cane and gave a firm whip across the center of my bottom. "OH!" I exclaimed as I felt a flash of intense pain. I thrust forward all the way into Lady Jena, and rapidly pumped in and out a few times as the streak of hot pain stayed with me. It gradually dissipated, and I settled back into slow thrusting. Just as I began to feel more pleasure than pain, Mistress Ruby again whipped the cane across my bottom. "AAAAAHH!" I pumped and twisted with my cock inside Lady Jena's sweet pussy. This went on until I had accumulated more than a dozen striations from Mistrss Ruby's handiwork. I had almost slipped out a couple of times due to my intense twisting upon feeling fresh strokes of the cane. The length of time I had been pumping Lady Jena with my cock brought my arousal to the fore, and in spite of my livid backside, I began to feel that I would soon spurt inside her. Mistress Ruby allowed decreasing intervals between her characteristically hard strokes of the cane. My intense thrusting and twisting brought me closer and closer, and I felt the strong sign of impending ejaculation at the base of my cock. Just as I was about to cross the point of no return, Mistress Ruby gave three quick and hard strokes of the cane. I hardly felt them as my orgasm - one of the most intense I had ever felt - took hold. I exclaimed incoherently as I felt spurt after spurt eject into Lady Jena's pussy. She held her arms around me to keep me inside her, and Mistress Ruby quietly left. I stayed inside her for several minutes, and withdrew when she began to stir. Her pussy was abundantly creamy, as we had both been aroused greatly. I applied my mouth to the cleanup task and gave her another orgasm. I wanted to drift to sleep in the arms of my goddess. When she sensed that, she said, "If you spend the night I'm going to want more intercourse with you, and that would affect my plans for you tomorrow. I could put a cock cage on you, but that would be more frustrating for you than I planned. I want you to come back at 2 PM." I got dressed and went home. I'd been through a lot that day, and went directly to bed, and slept well. The next day at 2 I removed my clothes in Lady Jena's house while Mistress Ruby quietly watched, smiling slightly with her arms folded. She led me to the bedroom, where Lady Jena was. Both women then stripped from the waist down. I had not seen Mistress Ruby's pussy until then. I gazed at her mat of auburn hair surrounding sensuous pussy lips, framed by her smooth and slender thighs. Both women giggled when they saw my fascinated gaze. They seated themselves on the edge of the bed, side by side, legs open and touching. My member was already hard. They each had me kiss and lick their pussies. I wanted to savor the differences between Lady Jena's and Mistress Ruby's. I knelt between Mistress Ruby's spread legs and repeatedly inhaled the scent of her pussy before licking her moist labia. I loved her taste, and hoped I wasn't overly aggressive when I fervently kissed her womanhood. She had me stop just short of her orgasm, and then I tasted Lady Jena's blonde pussy. She had me continue through one orgasm. My cock hungered for relief. I knew that any such relief at the hands of either of the two dominants would carry a high price. Mistress Ruby had me lie on the bed face up, and as she straddled my mouth she told me that the weekend was an important part of my training. With my gaze on the lovely auburn pussy a few inches from my mouth, I felt Lady Jena's oiled hands on my cock. She quickly brought me just short of ejaculation, and Mistress Ruby giggled. She did that a few more times, and I was desperate for relief. Mistress Ruby settled her pussy on my mouth and I felt Jena's hand grasp and stroke my raging boner. As I tasted Ruby's sweet pussy and was was on my way to a healthy ejaculation, a lightning bolt of sensation invaded my consciousness through my balls. Lady Jena had picked up the ball whip and given me an energetic stroke of its tassles. I thrashed about as I could. More teasing from Lady Jena, and when I got close to spurting, she again whipped the tassles across my balls. More fierce wiggling from me, and Mistress Ruby climaxed. Lady Jena kept stimulating me, this time without stopping, and used the ball whip several times. My exclamations must have been sweet music to the ladies when I crossed the line into an incredible ejaculation. Later at dinner Lady Jena teased me with her smile and subtle touching. Dessert, of course, took place on her bed, and consisted of my licking and sucking on her pussy after I spurted my reservoir of sperm inside her. Before I went home that night, Jena suggested that I come back for a couple of hours or so in the middle of the week for a paddling. "Save up some sperm for that session," she cryptically said as I left. I wondered what was to transpire during the midweek session. If it was just a paddling that she wanted to give me, why not wait until the following weekend? The ways of a goddess, especially a beautifully dominant goddess, are impossible to figure out, so I decided not to worry about it. The mystery added to my almost constant arousal, and it was not easy to avoid relief from my own hand when I thought of Lady Jena's sweet pussy and how good it always felt when she invited me to enter her. I removed my clothes as usual when Mistress Ruby opened the door for my session. She ushered me into Lady Jena's study, where she was waiting with a hardwood paddle in her hand. I remembered how much my first paddling hurt, and suspected that she would be more severe. She had me lean over and present my bare bottom. I had to stand far enough back from the desk to allow Mistress Ruby's hands easy access to my front section. "Keep your feet on the floor at all times," Lady Jena ordered. Then she gave me five hard smacks across my bare bottom. I gave a shout when each severe swat delivered its red hot sensation to my bare skin. While my bottom smarted from the paddle swats, Mistress Ruby's slender feminine fingers touched and lightly palpated my ball sac. It felt good, and she kept up the touching for a few minutes, and then... WHAM! Lady Jena gave me a hard swat with the paddle while Mistress Ruby kept stroking my nuts. Another one. WHAM! "OHH!" And another. WHAM! "Aaaah!" My cock was hard. Mistress Ruby only touched my nuts and surrounding area, and deftly avoided contact with my boner. I was hot, in front from her touching, and in back from the paddle. My erect member craved her touch, though she would not do it. As the ball stimulation continued I bagan to pant. Lady Jena delivered three more severe swats. "Stand up, David. Get in front of him now, Ruby," Lady Jena instructed. Mistress Ruby slid off her skirt, and then her panties. She sat on the desk facing me and smiled. She put her legs together and placed my turgid erection just above and between her knees. The skin to skin contact felt good. She had me grasp her hips and she put her own hands behind her. Lady Jena resumed paddling me. WHAM! "OHH!" WHAM! "UUUH!" WHAM! "OH! AH!" "That's right, pump your hips, David. Keep going." My cock slid on Mistress Ruby's knees and thighs when I pumped back and forth in response to the paddle strokes and Lady Jena's instructions. My cock had a will of its own, and got harder. WHAM! "UNH!" WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! "OH GOSH!" I pumped faster and looked at Mistress Ruby's excited smile. I knew if I kept pumping, I'd spurt on her legs. "Keep going! You're doing good!" WHAM! "OHH!" WHAM! "AUGH!" WHAM! "AH! OHH!" I couldn't help it - after a few more paddle strokes I crossed the line into an intense ejaculation. I watched my cock as it spurted its milky payload over and over onto Mistress Ruby's legs. "Very good, David. Now you may lick it up." Mistress Ruby wore an excited smile as she opened her legs and I stepped back. I licked up the spurts of my seed, some of which were close to her pussy. Then Lady Jena sent me home. The next few weeks provided ample opportunity for Mistresss Ruby to practice her skills at ball whipping, giving enemas, using the paddle, strap, and cane - on my bare bottom which I had to present for her pleasure. She also practiced extended teasing, in which she bound me in place and teased my cock until I thought my balls would burst. After a five day abstinence, which was difficult, Mistress Ruby bound me in place for an extended teasing and edging session. Lady Jena participated too, and after two hours of teasing they had me in such a state that I was almost incoherent. Then Jena used the paddle on me while Mistress Ruby bared her chest and looked at me in an inviting way. I stayed hard during the paddle swats. After a short while my arousal was stronger than the sensation from the paddle, and Mistress Ruby, in a breathy, sexy whisper, encouraged me to cum. When Jena paddled harder, Mistress Ruby cupped her hands close to my cock. That was all it took, and the stimulation propelled me into a spontaneous ejaculation. Mistress Ruby collected my spurts without touching my cock, and had me lick and swallow every drop. Since there had been no contact with my erection, I was still intensely aroused. Jena used that to her advantage that night and we had a lengthy session, followed, of course by my cleaning her pussy with my mouth. Subsequent sessions with Lady Jena usually had me accepting rather severe discipline with concurrent teasing until I spontaneously ejaculated. My reward, after licking up my sperm, was a lengthy session of intercourse in which I got to enjoy the sweet feeling of being inside her, and the eventual wracking ejaculation. As always, I applied my eager mouth to her sticky pussy and extracted my sperm, giving her more than one orgasm. She used me in training several other dommes. Eventually I got to the stage that Lady Jena had planned from the start - the ability to bring about my spontaneous ejaculation with no direct stimulation to my cock, while being whipped. Her trainee, always an attractive dominant young woman, stood in front of me. Usually naked, she either jilled herself or showed suggestive teasing poses while Jena wielded the paddle, strap, or cane. I used my active imagination and eventually spurted into the plate that she had placed at my feet, much to both dommes' delight. Then, while the new domme hald the plate in front of me, I had to lick up every drop and swallow. Lady Jena always told me that those sessions aroused her immensely necause of the mental part of the exercise. Those sessions were strenuous. Jena realized that, and the rewards in her bed were exquisitely pleasurable for both of us. She accepted me inside her upon going to bed, and often awoke me more than once during the night for lengthy intercourse. Each time I satisfied her by eagerly applying my mouth to her freshly sexed pussy. ----- This story is copyright 2009 by (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. Please see my other stories at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

Story: Kinky Kat (F/M femdom) It was obvious to him from the start that Kat was dominant. She was very attractive, with the athletic appearance of the kind you see in photos of women's track and field events. When Kat first saw Rick at the bookstore she decided that he was the kind of guy she wanted. She noticed him frequently looking at her, and after a while she came over to him with a friendly smile and asked if he would take a look at her laptop computer to determine why it was not working well. Flustered by the unexpected attention, he blushed and stammered that he would be glad to. She said it was in her car, and they could look at it there. He followed her out of the bookstore. She was rather tall in her heels, and her long stride was that of a very self-assured woman. "I can't wait to get out of these hose and heels," she said as she unlocked her car. "Tell you what -- instead of sitting here in the heat, let's take my laptop into the snack bar and you can look at it in there." Kat ordered dessert and coffee for both of them while the machine rebooted, and she made a point of looking directly at him with probing eyes and smiling sexily while he investigated her complaint that the computer was running slowly. He was fascinated that her computer desktop wallpaper image consisted of a collage of various bondage and discipline items -- a cat-o-nine-tails, a wooden paddle, a riding crop, and even an enema bag, for heaven's sake! While he worked, Kat asked him a myriad of questions and found out his situation -- that he was basically available and submissive. She also employed some techniques to determine how desperate he was for sex. After he finished correcting a few things and showed her that her laptop ran faster, she thanked him profusely and then became more direct with him. She lowered her voice almost to a whisper, leaned forward, and grasped his hand. She knew that he liked her attention. She thrust one leg forward until it made contact with his. "I'm going to take a risk and be rather direct," she said. "I think we would get along well in bed." She waited for his look of surprise and eagerness, and continued. "I've got to warn you, though. I'm dominant, and I'm kinky. If you're interested, I'll say more." She drew back and dispassionately waited for the answer she knew was forthcoming. He assured her that he would like to hear more, and she drew near again. "I have a very high-stress job -- lots of frustrations. I took the day off today to recover and get away from it. I'm not available for play during the week, so when the weekend comes, I'm ready to make up for it. I let my hair down and my inhibitions out." Kat was sure that her new friend had an erection that pressed against the confines of his pants, and continued. "I'll give you a good hard spanking, then a nice big enema or two. After that, I'll have my way with you, in several different ways, till you beg for mercy." Kat giggled. "Look at the time," she exclaimed. "I've got to get home and out of these clothes. Here's my phone number -- call me tomorrow if you want a new experience this weekend." Then, with a sexy giggle as she talked, she instructed him, "Don't take matters into your own hand, now. I want you to save up every drop for the weekend." She reached under the table and put her hand on his crotch, felt the hardness there, and giggled again. "He'll be busy this weekend. Bye now." Then she got up and left. Kat got the expected phone call the next day, and told him to meet her for a light dinner at a restaurant close to her place on Friday evening. During dinner she teased him, subtly suggesting that if he went along with her plans she was insatiable for sex. By the end of the meal he was totally submissive to her, and she gave him directions to her house. The first thing she had him do when he was at her place was to strip totally. She watched as he removed his clothes, and smiled at his slight mental discomfort as his erect cock protruded straight out. Kat, of course, remained fully dressed. "Let's go to my bedroom," she instructed, and led the way. Once in her room, she turned around and lightly fingered his cock for a few moments. His breathing deepened as did his desperation. "How about a spanking," she sexily whispered, knowing that a submissive male is more than willing to offer his ass to an attractive woman. "Yes.. Yes ma'am," he quavered. She pointed to a firm cylindrical pillow on the floor. "Pick that up, put it on the edge of the bed, and bend over it with your feet on the floor," she commanded. He scrambled to do as she told. When he was positioned, she added, "Arms stretched out in front!" He instantly complied, and Kat continued. "Now you are presented for the paddle. Whenever I tell you to present yourself for the paddle, this is what you do. Always. And if you are dressed, you pull your pants down enough to bare your bottom." She leisurely fetched a hardwood paddle and began. He exclaimed loudly with each hard swat. The paddle always hurts more than expected. When he kicked his legs, she admonished him to keep still. Twenty hard swats she gave before she stopped. She lightly touched his blazing bottom and ran her fingertips all around. "Nice and red," she commented. She continued the soft caresses until he started to softly moan with pleasure at her touch. "I'd like to give you an enema," she sensuously whispered. "Would you like Nurse Kat to give you a nice, warm, sudsy enema?" She continued her touching. "Yes, ma'am." "Well, tell me that you want it!" "N-Nurse Kat," he stammered, "Please give me an enema." "A nice warm, sudsy enema?" "Yes, please! A warm sudsy enema!" "Okay, I'm going to fix a warm, soapsuds, two quart enema! Then you're going to offer your ass to me and I'll stick the nozzle in. You will take every last drop and hold it until I tell you to get rid of it. You'll feel so full, but you'll stay holding it. (giggle) Will you do that for Nurse Kat?" "Oh, yes!" "Good. Stay right there while I fix it." Kat prepared a two quart soapsuds enema and called him into the bathroom. She had him kneel on the floor with his head down. After teasing him to a desperately erect state, she inserted the large nozzle and started the flow. His intense arousal assured his cooperation with Kat. The fluttering in his tummy that he felt in anticipation turned to a distressing fullness as the liquid inexorably intruded. Kat reduced the flow rate, though she never stopped the enema. She took sensuous delight in her charge's utterances of distress. After the enema was completely inside him, Kat left the nozzle in place while she made sure he retained it for the requisite five minutes. He moaned and exclaimed from the fullness and the occasional cramping. Kat spoke reassuringly to him while she fingered his cock. At long last, she let him get up to expel, and told him to clean up in the shower afterward. While he did so, she had ample time to prepare for the next step. When he entered the bedroom after getting cleaned up, he was treated to a breathtaking sight -- Kat was lying on the bed, totally naked, her legs partially spread, her hair down. His hungry eyes took in the beauty of the scene - her firm, smooth legs, her inviting thighs, her sensuous pubic hair, her firm abdomen and breasts, and finally, her bright smile. Kat placed her hands behind her head as she lay there. "Do me with your mouth," she softly said in a near whisper. "I want to see if you're any good at eating pussy." He eagerly tasted her nectar and in the course of twenty minutes, gave her two orgasms. When she calmed down from her orgasmic crests, she told him, "You may enter me now." He savored the moment he had waited for -- Kat guided his throbbing member toward her womanhood, and he easily slid inside. She put her arms around him and smiled. "Easy now," she whispered soothingly, "I love the feel of your cock in me. I want to feel it for a while before you come. Build up slowly, so that every part of your body will feel it when you climax." Kat puckered her lips, and he moved in for sensuous kisses as he slowly pumped. "Oh, and one more thing," she casually stated. "I told you I was kinky. Every time you come inside me, you must use your mouth on my pussy afterward, and suck me clean. Every time." Kat saw the confused desperation in his eyes as he comprehended what she had just told him. She knew that she was no doubt providing the best sex he had ever had, and now she imposed a condition on his getting the relief that he so eagerly craved. She subtly moved under him, smiled sexily and asked, "Yes?" His nuts ached for her, especially since he was experiencing a session that a lot of guys would envy. He thought of Kat's attentions, her beautiful legs and pussy, and his fervent desire to spurt inside her. With a tone of resignation, he whispered, "Yes." Kat smiled, placed her hands behind her head, and started to sing a melody without words. He steadily pumped. A massive ejaculation built up steadily as he plowed and she sang. Her wordless voice seemed to originate from her midsection, and stimulated him further. A moment later, the stimulation was too much for him, and he yielded to the inevitable. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock into Kat's womanhood as he thrashed about in orgasmic ecstasy. Kat placed her arms around him and held him inside her for a few moments. Then she grasped his hips and withdrew him. "Okay," she whispered, and spread her legs slightly. He had some hesitation at first when he saw the translucent white creamy substance oozing from Kat's attractive womanhood. He brought his resolution to the fore and performed his committed task. Afterward, he reasoned that it was worth it. Kat's reaction to his oral attention was nothing short of phenomenal. She twisted her hips, she pounded the bed with her fists, she exclaimed with open-mouthed moans. And, she climaxed hard. "That was wonderful," she coarsely whispered. "Let's get some sleep." They both slept hard for several hours. He awoke to the familiar sensation of an early morning erection, and saw Kat smiling at him. She grasped his erection and teased it for a few moments and said, "First, it's an enema for you. Then we'll have breakfast and get back to having fun." She had him take more than two quarts of enema this time, warm and sudsy, and greatly enjoyed his reaction while he retained it. After a leisurely breakfast, they were back in the bedroom, Kat fully dressed, and her charge completely naked. "When I tell you to prepare yourself for the strap or the cane, I want you to put the bolster pillow in the center of the bed, and lie face down on top of it with your hips raised. I'm going to give you a good strapping. Prepare yourself." Kat retrieved a leather strap, and proceeded to thoroughly redden his nether cheeks. She delighted in his urgent shouts as she delivered stroke after stroke of the leather instrument. When she stopped, she removed her clothes and donned a strap-on harness with its flexible probe. Then she snapped on a disposable glove. "Have you ever been taken with a strap-on?" she asked. "No ma'am." Kat giggled. "Turn that pillow around and get on top of it face down so I have good access to you," she commanded while she retrieved a jar of lubricant. He turned the bolster pillow so that he lay on it lengthwise with his hips and midsection raised. She generously lubricated his nether portal, and did the same to her probe. When he felt Kat's strong hands grasp his hips in preparation for entry, he knew without a doubt that however fast, deep, or hard she wanted the probe to go, it would do exactly that. She went slowly at first, getting him accustomed to the intrusion. Her strong hips then fucked him harder and faster. His exclamations intensified her arousal, and she frequently giggled while subjecting him to a strenuous fucking. "Oh, that felt good!" Kat exclaimed when she pulled out and removed her harness. Kat had him turn over. She teased his erection for about an hour, and then whispered, "Fuck me. Remember what I told you about sucking me clean afterward." Then she lay back in a submissively enticing manner. He wasted no time entering Kat's creamy womanhood. After less than a minute of deep pumping, he profusely erupted inside her. A few minutes later she loudly moaned as he applied his mouth to her freshly sexed pussy. After her whole body shook with her orgasm, they cuddled and rested for a while. Twice more that day she had him apply his mouth to her pussy without affording him any relief. That evening, she mercilessly teased his cock over an extended time before going to sleep. Twice during the night she woke him up by fingering his cock, and had him fuck her, followed by his giving her a raucous orgasm when he performed his cleanup duties. They both slept through much of the following morning, after which she gave him a three quart enema followed by a severe caning. She instructed him to present himself as he did for the strap. As she briskly wielded the cane, he shouted while he pumped and jerked his hips, something that she found arousing. When she took him with her strap-on afterward, she fucked well past the point of his begging her to stop. His cries of, "Oh, Kat! Please! Please stop! Please stop!" served to bring her to a full body orgasm. Only then did she pull out. As they lay cuddling on the bed afterward, Kat told him how she received her training in being dominant. "I've been on the receiving end of everything that I do," she began. "When I realized that I was dominant and needed to relieve my workday frustrations on a man's bottom, I wanted to be sure to know how to do it right, so I enlisted the help of another woman. At first I thought she was just going to show me how to do it. But she insisted that I should go through everything that she did to her boyfriend so I'd know how it felt. At first I did watch for several sessions. Everything, including the enemas, and her boyfriend fucking her. She had the same rule that I have - everything he put into her pussy, he had to clean out with his mouth. That's so sexy!" She grasped his cock and fingered it as she talked. "After several sessions she put me through the paces. She gave me enemas and spankings, and took me with the strapon -- in the tail end. She even had her boyfriend fuck her, and then had me clean her pussy once. (Giggle) That was something!" Kat felt Rick's erection hardening. "I see that this excites you. (Giggle) After that, she had me practice on her boyfriend. I gave all kinds of enemas, spankings, and other domination things. I took him with the strapon several times. The only thing he didn't do is fuck me." Kat maneuvered so that she was on top of him, and inserted his now hard cock in her womanhood. She smiled and slowly pumped her hips. "Are you going to come back next weekend?" she asked. "Ahhhh! Yes!" Kat kept up her inexorable pumping. "I want you to not do yourself by hand more than once this coming week. Save the rest for the weekend. You want to put all that in my pussy, don't you? (Giggle)" "Unhh! Yes!" "Are you getting ready to cum? You gonna cum? You gonna cum?" "Ahhh! Oh God, Kat! Uhh! Uhh! Unhh!" Kat drained every drop from his reserve, and then lay back while he extracted what he had put in. She experienced a body-shaking orgasm. When they got dressed, she gave him a long, passionate kiss, and sent him home. During the week Rick had frequent erections just thinking about Kat and the wild weekend. The idea of her giving him enemas excited him, and even the spankings that are so hard to endure when they are happening served to whet his arousal. When he recalled her gorgeous thighs and pussy, and spurting wildly inside her, it took all his resolve to resist taking matters into his own hand. Midway through the week he did allow himself the one time that Kat permitted. Although he still had some reservations about sucking on Kat's delicious pussy after ejaculating inside her, he admitted to himself that her excited eyes, plus the sight of their combined juices oozing from her freshly sexed pussy almost made it worth it. Kat frequently jilled herself just before sleep, thinking about the weekend and making plans for the coming session. The relief she got from jilling herself paled in comparison to the rush of arousal from dominating, followed by her sweet orgasms when a guy sucks on her pussy after pumping it full of his cream. Rick came over that Friday afternoon as planned, and Kat immediately began by ordering him out of his clothes. She set the tone of the weekend by administering a lengthy strapping and gave him a large enema. Later as he lay on the bed with his legs spread and a healthy erection pointing skyward, she alternately teased his erection and flicked her finger against his balls, sometimes softly, most of the time hard enough to make him exclaim. Her sexy giggle alternated with his sometimes anguished shouts. She brusquely took him with her strap-on, and then they went to bed. She turned out the light and prepared to go to sleep. Rick, for his part, whispered his entreaties. "Please, Kat! Please!" She pretended to ignore him for a while, then turned on the light. She got on her back and spread her legs and told him to kneel between her knees. Then she grasped his member and quickly jerked him off, aiming so that he spurted on the inside of her thigh. She then ordered him to clean the spunk with his mouth. After that, she had him lick her pussy until she climaxed. They both slept after that. The next morning Kat gave him another large soapsuds enema. After a brisk caning in which he wildly pumped his hips with each stroke, she placed the cane on the nightstand for later use instead of putting it away. Kat was practically insatiable when she gave him a good working over with her strap-on. Rick's shouts as she plunged and pounded, served to arouse her to a degree that surprised her. Afterward, she tied his hands against his sides, had him turn over face up, and straddled his midsection. She inserted his cock into her juicy womanhood and, over the next forty minutes, slowly pumped, with many pauses, to the accompaniment of his desperate and aroused moans. At one point she told him. "This is how I like to be made love to -- nice and long, and slowly when necessary. Not all frenzied and over in a flash." When she was ready for him to spurt the massive load that built up with all the activity thus far, she pumped slightly faster, and did not stop until he ecstatically cried out her name in his ejaculatory convulsions. Kat giggled, and kept his cock inside her as long as she could. When it slipped out, she said, "Ready for dessert?" and straddled his mouth. As he kissed and sucked on her well creamed womanhood, Kat rode his face and experienced several orgasms. She untied him, pumped a generous serving of lubricant inside his nether portal, and inserted a self-retaining butt plug. They got dressed and went out for a leisurely meal. The constant sensation of fullness from the butt plug while being around Kat heightened Rick's surrender to her. "I want you to wear that butt plug three or four hours a day," Kat instructed. "Give yourself a couple of enemas in the middle of the week. And NO sexual relief!" Kat knew that it was not wise to keep her new friend in constant denial of pleasure, so she decided to give him some motivation to return and to obey her instructions when he was away. Back at Kat's that evening after dinner, she teased his erection until it seeped. Then she told him, "Tonight you can fuck me as much as you want to. If I'm asleep and you want me, just wake me up and I'll let you in. My pussy rule still stands, though -- you give me pleasure with your mouth after you squirt. And remember what I told you this morning about how I like to make love." That night was pure heaven for Rick. He took Kat three times before morning, commencing immediately after her announcement. He prolonged intercourse as much as he could, and by the third time in the early morning darkness, he rode her substantially longer than he had before. That time, Kat lay back with a dreamy smile and moaned contentedly several times before he blasted forth inside her with a wrenching ejaculation. Scarcely a few minutes later, Kat's choked utterances signaled her orgasm. They slept well. When they got out of bed, Kat handed him some clippers and razors and told him to go in the bathroom and shave himself from the waist down. In spite of his trepidation, he found the enhanced feeling of nakedness extremely erotic. When he emerged into the bedroom, his throbbing erection pointed straight out. Kat giggled and had him lie back on the bed while she applied hot towels, foam, and the razor to the hair that he missed around his balls. She tied him spread-eagle on the bed, retrieved the cane, and with one hand holding his cock out of the way, delivered several smart strokes to his balls. His exclamations were sweet music to her. When she decided his balls had been punished enough, she slowly stroked his cock back to its previous hardness, and proceeded to fuck him, leisurely and slowly, over the next half hour before allowing him to erupt. Subsequent to her raucous orgasm from his cleaning her pussy, she untied him, they got dressed, and she gave him the butt plug he was to wear daily along with written instructions. He was to have no sexual relief, keep himself smoothly shaved from the waist down, and show up the following Friday evening. His balls sore, his cock drained, and his legs and pubes shaved smooth, Rick admitted to himself that although the sessions were becoming more severe, he experienced more pleasure from each one in succession. During the week he had persistent erections while following Kat's orders to wear the butt plug and avoid relief. Thursday evening he shaved himself for the weekend. The following day he presented himself at Kat's. She had him lubricate and insert the butt plug, and they went out to dinner. They sat next to each other, side by side. She sipped Chianti while he had water. They were nibbling on the appetizer when she giggled and told him, "Keep your hands on the table for the next couple of minutes." She reached under the tablecloth and unzipped his pants and grasped his cock, which immediately firmed up. After she manipulated it for a moment, she poured some olive oil on her plate and discreetly oiled her fingers. Then she reached under the tablecloth and began to skillfully hand job Rick. He put an arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Kat! Kat!" In less than a minute she brought him to ejaculation. As he freely spurted under the table, he trembled and hoarsely whispered, "Oh God, Kat! Ah! Ahh! Ahh!" She giggled as she held his pulsing member in her hand. After a moment his cock became soft in her hand and she tucked it inside his pants. As she wiped the oil from her hand with a napkin she casually said, "I think your zipper's undone -- maybe you should take care of that. He sheepishly reached under the tablecloth and fixed his zipper. They went on to have an enjoyable dinner, during which Kat asked him many questions about how he fared during the week. She mentioned how eager she was to start him off with a nice warm three quart enema when they got back to her place. True to her word, a couple hours later she administered a three quart soapsuds enema and had him retain it for ten minutes while he struggled and groaned. A while later his heart raced when he felt Kat's firm hands grasp his hips in preparation for a good fucking with her strap-on. Those hands held him in place while she lustily pumped and pumped. She varied the timing and force of her thrusts, and each one got a reaction from him. Finally, with her probe still inside him, she lay forward. She grasped his forearms and placed her naturally smooth legs alongside his recently shaved legs, and using only her powerful hips, pumped until he begged for mercy. Afterward, Kat lay back while Rick applied his mouth to her aroused pussy. Then she let him in, and they had long-lasting intercourse in varying positions. After he profusely ejaculated inside her, he again treated her to his oral skills. Kat was too tired to administer a spanking, and told him she'd give him a good paddling after his morning enema. The following morning he had his enema, breakfast, and a paddling in that order. Then she teased him all day using her hands, her body, her sexy voice, butt plugs, and ball weights. When evening came she told him, "You can fuck me once tonight if I whip your balls with the cane. Or, you can choose to go to sleep and be frustrated all night." He, of course, after all the teasing and denial he endured that day, chose the caning. She took all her clothes off, had him lie face up on the bed with a firm pillow under his hips, and tied his feet and hands. She held his cock with one hand, and subjected his aroused balls to an ample caning using her other hand. Each time Kat imparted a brisk stroke with the tip of the cane, Rick exclaimed loudly, pumped and jerked his hips for a moment, and settled down for the next stroke. His reaction intensely aroused her. When she decided that Rick's balls had been subjected to enough of the cane, she untied him. With an aroused look in her eyes she told him, "Okay, just once tonight. Make it last as long as you want to." She lay back and waited for him to enter her. He plowed her pussy in various ways -- fast, slow, brusque, and tender. He made the session last for well over a half hour, and several times had to completely stop all pumping for a few moments so that he could savor the experience. He gradually built up a massive ejaculation, and emptied the day's tension inside Kat's willing pussy. After she straddled his mouth and he gave her womanhood the expected oral attention, they slept soundly. Before lunch Kat administered a sound paddling and his third enema of the weekend. They had lunch, and then they cuddled on her bed, and after some foreplay, she alternately took him with her strap-on and teased his cock to an erect state. When he was near crazy from the stimulation, she tied him and straddled his midsection. After inserting his hard seeping cock inside her, she slowly -- very slowly -- fucked him over a lengthy period of time, making sure he did not ejaculate. When her hips ached, she then allowed him to spurt inside her, and kept him there until he slipped out. She untied him, had him suck her pussy to orgasm, and sent him home with instructions for him to give himself two enemas immediately before next Friday's session. It took all of his will power to avoid sexual relief during the week. As much as he wanted relief, he also wanted to follow Kat's instructions. He did not like the idea of lying to her if she asked about it, and he did not know what consequences would follow if he told her that he had taken matters into his own hand. He went to Kat's place already aroused from his denial of relief. She gave him a brisk, hot paddling and then they went to dinner. When they got back to her place, they both stripped completely. Kat seated herself on an ottoman and spread her legs. The sight of her delectable pussy brought forth immediate seepage from Rick's hard member. Kat knew that Rick could not withstand what she had in mind for later in the weekend without some relief prior to that, so she had him kneel between her thighs and enter her. She controlled the depth of his pumping by placing her hands on his hips and guiding him in and out. She did not allow him to enter her up to the hilt, and only permitted him to thrust his cock halfway inside. She puckered her lips and he pressed in for sensuous kisses while he worked up to a wrenching ejaculation. He spurted pulse after pulse of hot semen into her welcoming womanhood, and stayed inside as long as he could. Kat then had him lie on the floor and she straddled his mouth. She freely voiced her arousal and subsequent orgasms as he kissed and sucked her pussy clean. Subsequent to a refreshing sleep, Kat gave him an enema the next morning, but no spanking. She tied his hands to the bedposts leaving the rest of his body free, and slowly teased him over an extended period of time until he seeped. She brought him to the edge of ejaculation several times without letting him cross the line. He pleaded with her for relief, and she ignored him. Then she stripped and pressed her whole body against his for a few minutes. She casually stroked his member as she told him her plan. "I've got a little game for us," she giggled. "I'm going to oil my hands and pump your cock ten times. If you can keep from cumming, you can fuck me all day as much as you want. If you cum, though, that's it till tomorrow, plus I'll give you two spankings and have other kinds of fun today." She giggled again, and squirted some oil on her hands. She placed both hands around his cock. "Here goes, now," she tittered. Then she gave a slow, sensuous stroke, up once and back down. "One." "Ohhhh," Rick moaned. Kat giggled sexily as she stroked his cock once more. "Two!" "Uhh! Uhhh!" She smiled and stroked again. "Three." "Uh! Oh, Kat!" She giggled and gave another one. "Here's four!" Rick's cock twitched. "Kat, Kat! Uhhhh!" On the fifth stroke, his cock pulsed once. When she pumped the sixth time, his cock jerked a couple of times. "(Giggle) Seven!" "Aaaaaaaugh! KAT! KAT!" The cock in Kat's hands spurted several jets of semen. "Oh, you're in for it now!" she exclaimed in mock scolding. Kat untied Rick, then put on her strap-on harness with its probe. She ordered him to lie face down, generously lubricated him and her probe, and entered him. Lying on top of him, she gave him a prolonged fucking. Then she told him to stay where he was, and prodeeded to give him a severe whipping with a strap. He stayed in position as he knew he must, though he bucked wildly through much of it. She lay next to him and asked him a series of questions about his life during the week when he is by himself. After dinner, she gave him another whipping with a leather strap, and then put a cock cage on him for the night. He pleaded with her to let him inside her, but she steadfastly refused. After what was a long night for Rick, Kat administered a large sudsy enema. After he got rid of it she repeated the previous day's edging, although she did not tease as heavily or for as long as she did previously. "We're going to play 'ten pumps' now," Kat giggled. Since she wanted to experience his mouth on her pussy after a profuse ejaculation, she made sure that her hands did not cause him to spurt, though she brought him very close. Over the next several hours, they had intercourse several times until she was sure that Rick was completely drained. Then she sent him home. Kat always came up with new ways of teasing, discipline, and pleasure. The basics of her sessions, though, remained -- enemas, thorough strap-on play, and intense discipline. After her inventive ways of teasing and discipline -- long slow foot jobs, ball punishment, weights on his nuts, soapsticks, ginger suppositories, extended periods of edging, multiple snowballing -- she always got her ultimate pleasure when, after Rick pumped a profuse serving of cream into her womanhood, he willingly applied his mouth to her pussy and extracted it, giving her several orgasms in the process. Rick, for his part, was able to accept increasingly severe whippings, extended and brusque strap-on play, and withstand longer periods of teasing and edging without popping off. He learned the fine points of extended intercourse with Kat, and applied the right penetration, friction,and tempo before crossing the line of inevitability and experiencing a lengthy and wrenching orgasm. He looks forward to, and takes pleasure in applying his mouth to Kat's delectable freshly-sexed pussy and sending her into orgasmic convulsions. He especially enjoys the nights when she tells him he can take her as often as he wants. With an often-sore bottom from her enthusiastic whippings, he sleeps in her arms in full body contact after his first sexual relief of the night. Then several times in the darkness, he awakes with a raging erection from the intervening week of denial. He feels her lovely legs, brests, and face, and then maneuvers her into the position he wants. After the sweet initial thrust of entry he takes delight in her wordless moans of pleasure as he pumps and plows her willing pussy. When he has lasted nearly as long as he can, he feels his impending ejaculation build up. A moment or two more, and he lets it take over. Holding tightly onto Kat, he breathes hard as he spurts and spurts inside her, imagining each intense pulse being pumped far inside. Knowing what is to come, he then plows slowly, mixing their juices inside her lovely womanhood. He pulls out, places his head between her smooth firm thighs and approaches her creamy pussy. He feels a zing of anticipation as his mouth makes contact, knowing how intense Kat's pleasure will soon be. Rick keeps coming back, as Kat knows he will. ----- This story is copyright 2005 by (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. Please see my other stories at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

Story: Not Just A Fetish (rom,myst,creampie) I could scarcely believe the conversation that I had been having with Joni. We were at my place after having met in a most extraordinary way. It sounds cliche-like, but it really did happen that way. We met in a crowded cafe at a mall, and two hours later we were in my living room. We didn't jump into bed right away, although the talk was about sex. The first surprise came when I asked Joni what she did for a living, and she said she was a teacher. I was silent, waiting for her to explain more, and she just looked into my eyes. Then she said, "I am a kind of sex teacher." She definitely had my attention then, and after I awkwardly said something like, "Oh, really?" she tossed me more tidbits. The facts were rather disjoint, and I think she planned it that way. She mentioned something about being in a sisterhood, and training the trainers. My imagination drifted to scenes of women gathered around a fire, intoning chants and wearing long robes. As if reading my thoughts she laughed and said that they are for the most part ordinary women with what they consider an enlightened view of sex. "You see," she said enthusiastically while leaning forward, looking directly into my eyes, "Sexual arousal is one of the most powerful forces in existence. That's why governments and many religions try to control or regulate sex. That's why advertisers try to relate almost everything to sex." She slightly puckered her lips for a few seconds and said, "Do you have any doubts about the power of sexual arousal?" I wanted to hold her and press my lips to hers, but something inside said, 'not yet'. I shook my head slowly in answer to her question. I had no doubt of the power of arousal after she pointed it out. "The sexual 'act' itself is extremely powerful," she continued. "The female orgasm has tremendous impact. Think about the male ejaculation - the way the body propels those spurts of semen. That's a very powerful thing." My own arousal increased by the minute as Joni kept talking in those terms. I could only agree with everything she said, and my body seemed to react, to resonate to it. "What's astounding," Joni exclaimed, "is that most people have no idea of the power available to them through enlightened sex." My arousal was turning to frustration. Was she just going to tease me over an extended time, and then leave? Still, her conversation and words captivated me, and I kept listening. "The real power of sex is a sort of exchange of energy, of strength, of qualities that each person likes in the other," she went on. The look on my face told her that I wanted her to continue. "There's a subconscious urge when a woman wants to have sex with a particular man," she said. "She sees a quality that she likes in the guy, and she can acquire some of that, if she gets him to have sex with her. You've heard of people who have gotten a heart transplant, and developed sudden cravings for the kind of food that the heart donor liked? Well, this is similar, except it's usually done ineffectively." I looked into her eyes, showing interest. She continued. "So she seduces the guy, and she lets him in. When he ejaculates inside her, or she takes him in her mouth and swallows after his ejaculation, she can potentially absorb some of the guy's strength and power, and the qualities that she likes. That usually happens to some extent, but there are also obstacles. She'd absorb more power if there was conscious intent, and - she's got to give back in the same way that she received." I wondered what she meant by that last statement. My arousal returned, and I gazed at her face - she wore no makeup, her straight light blonde hair seemed to just fall naturally in place, all the time. I wanted to feel her bare legs with my hands, and feel them in bed, contacting my body. She grasped my face with her hands, and brought her lips close, almost touching mine. I moved slightly forward, and felt our lips touch - then I pressed in. I wanted to feel all of her lips with mine. I kissed her repeatedly, soft, hard, tender, and forceful. It was especially pleasurable to lightly brush my lips on hers, and then press in for a more sensuous kiss. After a few moments of this we were both more comfortable and she resumed her discourse. Her hand rested on my thigh, and I grasped her bare leg above the ankle. "When I said that she must give back, I mean that literally - I don't like to admit this, but the woman usually considers opening her legs as giving - she gives the guy pleasure by letting him in, and she gets some sort of benefit. That's not what I'm talking about." She pressed her lips against mine and we kissed some more. Then she resumed. "Now listen very closely... The woman gives back by letting the guy orally retrieve the mixture of his semen and her cream from her pussy, after his ejaculation." Then she paused for effect, and to see my reaction. I had heard of creampie dessert, as it's called, but I had no idea that it could be a source of power and strength. "I always thought that was a specialized fetish," I answered. "How do you know that it does what you said?" "It's not just a fetish," she answered. "We know that it works, we just don't know - or care - exactly how. I'll tell you more about that later. Now, the female has an advantage here - she can be multi-orgasmic during a long lovemaking session. Men are capable of long periods of orgasm, but it takes an incredible amount of practice and self-discipline for a man to do that. And orgasm and ejaculation are not the same thing. Once the ejaculation happens, the session is over for a while. Would you like to go to bed?" I grasped her hand and led her to my bed. Somewhat awkwardly I waited for a cue from her. "For now," she said, let's get undressed and lie on the bed." She was a natural female, all right. Her blonde pubic bush was full and sensuous, and her hips emanated a captivating mystique. "The hips are the center of the sexual power for a woman," she said. "Im glad you noticed that. We can cultivate your sensitivity. Now I'd like you to touch me gently on my erogenous zones. The woman can allow herself to nonverbally communicate to her lover. If you stimulate a woman enough that way, she can orgasm several times before you even touch her sex. You should be able to pick up the 'vibes' and increase my arousal. Go ahead now." She lay back as if surrendering. I lightly touched the sides of her face and ran my fingertips across and around her face. A slight hint of a smile came to her mouth. Then I lightly brushed her lips with mine, resisting the powerful urge to press in for kisses. Her breathing quickened, as did mine. Then I felt her chest, above her breasts, and used my lips as well as my hands. My cock throbbed; I desperately wanted to enter Joni. I put my mouth close to her pussy. I inhaled the sweet scent of her womanhood. Then I gazed upon her beautiful labia and pubic mound for a moment, and then gently licked on the insides of her thighs, just below where they met her hips. She shuddered slightly, which encouraged me. As lightly as I could, I licked her glistening labia for a few moments before pressing in for more hearty kisses there. I firmly kissed her pussy, and had a strong urge to suck on her cunt. I wanted to taste all her juices from inside her. She moaned, and then shook with the unmistakable signs of female orgasm. She had me lighten my contact for a while, and then she became more raucous and climaxed again soon. We repeated this maneuver several times. I had never seen a woman have such successive orgasms. She gently pushed me away from her pussy, although I was willing to suck on it considerably longer. When she calmed down, She had me lie on my back, and positioned herself sitting up between my spread legs. Joni stuck two fingers inside her pussy and got them lubricated with her own cream. My hard cock danced before her. She spread her cream on my erection, and retrieved some more from her womanhood. With one hand around my shaft, and the other grasping the base of my testicles, she began to stimulate me, while instructing. "You can practice by stimulating yourself and stopping before you ejaculate. Your goal is to extend - widen - your orgasmic zone - the part where you are actually having an orgasm, before you spurt. Once you can control it, you'll find it extremely pleasurable. Be aware, though, that when you are inside a woman, the urge to ejaculate when you begin to orgasm is almost irresistible, but if you can control that, the rewards will be incredible." I felt the tingling sensation of approaching ejaculation, and Joni suddenly pulled smartly on my testicles several times. "AHHH!" I exclaimed at the unexpected sensation. She giggled and said that this is one way to stop the progress to the point of no return. "You actually did orgasm for a very short time before I stopped you," she said. "With dedicated practice you can considerably extend the time of orgasm before ejaculation." She slowly slithered her hand up and down my throbbing cock some more, and repeated the sudden pulling on my testicles when my reaction told her that I was near spurting. "Would you like to enter me?" she asked. "Yes, Joni!" I hoarsely whispered. "See how long you can orgasm before you ejaculate," she said. She lay back and spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. Then she arched her back and placed her hands on the sides of her hips. With eyes almost closed, she let her head turn slightly to one side, and puckered her lips. I did not have to spread her pussy lips. They were barely parted, as if inviting me in. I could hardly restrain myself from entering her brusquely, though I did try. I took several long slow strokes in her heavenly pussy. My arousal was at such a pitch that I felt myself approach ejaculation quickly. Two more strokes, and it was no use. "Ahhhh! Joni!" I cried out, and lay prone on top of her. I spurted uncontrollably. She held me close as I whispered her name and my cock continued to pulse inside her. When my paroxysms subsided she told me to stay inside her and get our juices mixed together until I couldn't stay inside any more. I stayed reasonably hard for a few moments, and as I gently plowed inside her, I felt an occasional spurt escape and shoot into her. Eventually my cock slipped out, and Joni asked if I was ready for the next step. I had an idea of what she meant, so I told her yes. "This may be different from what you've experienced before," she whispered. "I want to give you all I can, so we'll do this in two stages. First, I'll stay like this and you can get as much as you can from me. Be sure to taste it and swallow it, Rick." She smiled sweetly. I got down between her legs and put my mouth close to the beautiful pussy that had evoked such an intense and profuse ejaculation from me. A few streaks of translucent mixture of our creams had oozed from her pussy onto her pubic hair. Her glistening labia were slightly puckered, as if to say "kiss me, kiss me". I lightly brushed my lips on Joni's labia. The slippery sensation from the creamy mixture was similar to ordinary pussy licking. I then gave several kisses on her labia, and licked all around them. Joni's hips stirred, and I gathered she enjoyed this. I put my mouth squarely on her labia and began to suck on her pussy. I felt some of the creamy mixture come into my mouth. She moaned aloud - several "Ahhhhhh!" sounds. I swallowed the mixture and she climaxed. I repeated sucking out her pussy, to the accompaniment of her orgasms, until I did not get any more cream. "Now let me straddle your mouth," she panted. I lay back on the bed and she positioned herself so that her pussy was just above my mouth. "Get as much as you can out of there," she added. I grasped her hips with my hands and brought her pussy in contact with my lips. I kissed, sucked, licked, and probed with my tongue. Joni had one orgasm after another as I extracted the creamy mixture. I was starting to become erect again from seeing her reaction. "That was good for your first time doing that," she cooed sweetly afterward. We slept soundly for a couple of hours, and she told me that she had to leave, and to call her in the next few days if I wanted to. I did not get much sleep after Joni left. I stayed up thinking about Joni and her philosophy, and the deeply sexual experience. Of course, I did call her the next day, and she encouraged me to practice expanding my zone of pre-ejaculation orgasm, saying that I needed to do that on my own before she could continue with me, and that the rewards would be well worth it. She gave me some more how-to instructions over the phone and we agreed that I would call her back in a week. I found it easy to approach ejaculation while practicing - all I had to do was think of the evening with Joni, and her lips, legs, hips, and sweet pussy. A few times I couldn't stop the momentum, and helplessly spurted, ending practice for the day. By the end of the week, though, I did manage to extend my zone of orgasm prior to ejaculating, and saw that Joni was right - it takes an incredible amount of self-discipline and patience. On the plus side, the rewards were worth it - I looked forward to frequently experiencing a lengthy orgasm. My curiosity deepened - what did Joni have in mind for the next stage? I nervously called her, and she wasn't in - I waited for her to return my call. An hour later, she did. She asked about my practice sessions, and after I told her, she suggested we meet for dinner. When I saw her at the restaurant, I was surprised to see someone else with her - a shy-looking dark-haired female apparently in her early twenties. She had a sweet smile, and her straight shoulder-length black hair was parted on her left side. No makeup - a very sensuous look about her. Her pale, slender legs had a hint of stubble. Joni introduced her companion as Amy. "Amy here is a candidate for induction into the sisterhood," Joni explained. "She has had training under my guidance, and has also practiced on some of the very experienced males in our organization. To complete her training, she must demonstrate her proficiency with men who are not that experienced - as I did with you last week. If you have no objection, and there is agreement at the end of the evening, then we can all go somewhere and I will observe her interaction with you." A hint of blush covered Amy's face and she smiled sweetly. During dinner I frequently fantasized about Amy's pussy - what would it feel and taste like? As sweet as Joni's? A different kind of sweetness? The conversation got around to how Joni and I had met. She explained that she uses dreams to assist her. "I had someone with your qualities in mind, and I let my dreaming self assist with finding you. It took about two weeks to hook up with you. Using dreams like that, at least harnessing their power, is every bit as arduous as your practice with lengthy orgasm." That was fascinating, and I wanted to learn more about that - after, of course, I got to hook up with the sensuous Amy. After dinner Joni suggested that we all meet at my place, and we agreed. A half hour later we were in my living room. "Amy will take over tonight," Joni began, "and I will simply observe. I've found that when observing, it's less inhibiting to everyone if I have my clothes off too, so I will do that. Amy will likely be quite a challenge for you as far as withholding ejaculation. When you're ready to begin, Rick, you can lead us to your bedroom." I had been ready for a while. Still, my eagerness embarrassed me a little, and I somewhat shyly led the two ladies to my bedroom. Joni receded into a corner and casually seated herself. Amy smiled and said, "Before we take our clothes off, let's get to know each other," and sat on the edge of the bed. I was next to her, and she gently placed her hands on my face and drew me forward. With her eyes open, she lightly brushed her lips on mine. My erection pressed against my trousers, eager to get out. I gently grasped and stimulated her ear lobes as I returned her kisses. She smiled slightly and we became more aggressive in kissing. I heard Amy's breathing quicken. She broke away and lay face down on the bed. I turned my attention to her lovely bare legs. I massaged her ankles and slowly worked my way up. She squirmed and moaned when I got to the upper part of her calves, and I reasoned that I was on one of her erogenous zones. Suddenly she trembled and held her breath for a moment. Then, "Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ohhhhh!" Amy had just climaxed from having her legs massaged. Although I desperately ached to enter her, I vowed to go slowly and find out as much as I could about her. I kept massaging the same place that stimulated her, and she climaxed again, though not as intensely. That told me to move my attentions. I brushed my fingertips behind her knees, and then pushed her dress further up for access to her thighs. She moaned with pleasure as I massaged there, but did not come to orgasm. Then she turned over and whispered, "Let's get undressed." My cock, of course, stood straight out when we all got our clothes off. I felt Amy's eyes focus on it briefly, and then she stood by the bed, her feet well apart, and her hands on her hips. As if following an unspoken directive, I knelt in front of her and gazed upon her beautiful pussy. I drew closer and inhaled her scent. It was sweet, although different from Joni's. Since Amy had experienced recent orgasms her pussy was well-creamed from her arousal. I grasped her hips and gently kissed her pussy. She sighed, and I could not help pressing in for harder, slurpier kisses. She pulled back, and I gently licked her cunt until she orgasmed. Then she led me to the bed, and got on her back with her legs spread. With an excited sensuous smile she said, "Go in me just a little. Put just the tip inside and stay there until I tell you." It was very difficult to accede to her instructions. Every fiber in my body wanted to ram my throbbing cock far inside her and spend a hearty ejaculation in hot lust. I inserted the tip of my erection and held still. I felt my cock pulse once in a desperate attempt to do what was natural. Her chest reflected her excited breathing. "Remember to stay until I tell you - Ahhhhh!" She trembled and threw her head back with mouth open wide as she climaxed again. I felt my cock pulse a couple more times, and I knew that if I plunged inside as I wanted to, I'd immediately spew forth. Still panting, she said, "Okay, just a little more." I inched further inside her, and I felt a pulse of pre-cum squirt inside her." "Ohhhhh," I moaned in frustrated arousal. I was about to plunge the rest of the way inside. She sensed this and admonished, "Stay like that - a little longer..." She looked directly into my eyes, panting. I did not know how much longer I could endure this without ejaculating. After a moment she said, "Okay now, go all the way inside, but stay there - don't pump." I easily slid to the hilt, and felt Amy welcome me inside. "Ahhhhhh - Ahhh!" she exclaimed and climaxed again. I felt the strong tingling of approaching ejaculation, but managed to keep still. I realized that the sensation was in fact my orgasm, and as long as I did not cross the finish line, I could repeatedly experience this ppleasurable sensation. The natural urge to thrust, however, was extremely strong at that point, and it took extraordinary determination to go against it. "Okay now," she panted, "very slowly, fuck me. Do all you can to orgasm without squirting." I lay prone on top of her, and she put her legs closer together. Every movement I made threatened to push me over the edge, so I did my best to go slowly. I wanted to please her. Very slowly, I thrust in and out. She gasped every time I drove in to the hilt, which intensified my arousal. On the fourth or fifth pump, the orgasmic feeling became too strong to counter, and I let it overtake me. "Ahhh! AMY! AMY...." I cried out, and pounded her pussy with my desperately aroused spurting cock. During my long and profuse culmination of orgasm she squirmed under me. When my paroxysms of ejaculation subsided, she held me close and I stayed inside her. With an excited smile on her face, she squeezed an extra squirt from me several times. "Thank you for trying so hard," she whispered. "You did pretty good. You made me cream a lot, and that's good. When you're ready for me to give to you, turn over and lie on your back." Her pussy made a slurping sound when I pulled out. When I was on my back, Amy quickly straddled my face and giggled as she said, "Open up now." As soon as I opened my mouth she pressed her steamy labia against my mouth. I felt an initial large volume of creamy mixture of our juices flow in. I hungrily gulped it down and sucked on her pussy to extract more of it. She climaxed loudly. Over the next few minutes I licked and tongued her tasty pussy as she enjoyed my attentions. "That was good! I'd like to have more sessions with this one," Amy said to Joni, "especially after he practices some more." Joni giggled and said, "Amy is usually not that reserved when she's having sex - she likes to move a lot and trust that the guy can take it without ejaculating. That's why it was important that she be able to guide someone new through this without letting herself go." "I'd like to stay part of the night and have another go-round," Amy said. I glanced at Joni with a 'please say yes' look and she assented. Then she decided it was okay to leave us there. "Let's get some rest before the next one," Amy suggested, and we went to sleep in each others' arms on top of my bed. We slept hard for a couple of hours, and I awoke with a firm erection. Amy opened her eyes when I stirred, and reached down and cradled my testicles in one hand. She massaged and manipulated my testicles for some time, and after a few moments of this I felt as though I hadn't had sex for weeks. My midsection ached for intimate contact with Amy, and I seeped pre-cum. Her smile alone would give any man a firm erection. She knew what she was doing, and she knew how to use her skills. Very soon into the stimulation I had to use my practiced skill at ejaculatory retention. When she sensed that I would not be able to take much more without popping off, she had me orally service her pussy to climax. She was less reserved than during the first romp, and the way she moved her hips was exquisite. She massaged my testicles again, brought me just short of ejaculation, and then straddled my mouth for oral stimulation and another climax. We cuddled for a few moments, and then Amy said, "Okay now; just lie back and I'll do the work. I'll be a lot more restrained than I usually am, but not as much as the first time. I want a good ride, so use all the control that you can." She straddled my midsection and inserted my hard seeping cock into her pussy. Then she grasped my hands and pinned them down on the bed beside my shoulders. She maneuvered so that her ankles were locked against mine, keeping me where she wanted me. She pressed her thighs against me, and she swallowed my cock within her. I knew that all this was preparation for what promised to be a memorable experience. Amy half-closed her eyes and parted her lips. Her clenched teeth presented a vision of determined sexuality. She leaned forward and with her belly pressed firmly on my body, rotated her hips in an exquisite fucking motion. With each pump she moaned loudly - she was completely absorbed in sexual pleasure. After several pumps she pressed her pussy firmly against me and climaxed. When she resumed pumping I felt an ejaculation building up. I struggled to control it. My orgasm took hold, and I tried to prolong it without giving in to spurting, but after a moment I simply could not hold out any longer. Amy sensed when I surrendered to my orgasm. As I exclaimed and spurted inside her, she opened her eyes wide and with a sensuous excited smile, and rhythmically pumped her hips. Each pulse of my ejaculation wracked me with pleasure. I spurted and spurted, surprised that I had as much to give. Each spurt felt as though it was being propelled far up inside her. After that lengthy ejaculation, she lay prone on top of me. As I held her, she slowly milked me for several minutes with her vaginal muscles until I slipped out of her. Then she turned over on her back. "You gave me another good one," she exclaimed. "I'm ready to give it back to you now. I'll stay like this and you go ahead." Amy spread her legs slightly and I put my mouth against her hot pussy. The way she moved her hips as I sucked on her pussy told me that she immensely enjoyed what I was doing. I extracted a copious amount of juice from her. Several times when I thought I had gotten it all, she told me to keep going, and I got some more. When her pussy was completely clean she got up and put her clothes on. "I definitely want to have more sessions with you," she said, and threw her arms around me. "Be sure to keep up the practice. I don't know what Joni has in mind for you, so you might want to call her in a few days." I was nearly ecstatic that Amy said she wanted to have more sessions with me - I had not experienced pleasure like this before. I slept heavily for several hours and awoke refreshed - and aroused. I decided to get more practice for a few days before calling Joni, and was able to significantly widen my zone of orgasm prior to ejaculation - at least, compared to the past week. It still took all the concentration I could muster to keep from surrendering to ejaculation, particularly when getting close to the point of no return. I knew that it would be more difficult to control if I were actually inside an attractive woman; sometimes all it took was visualizing the sweet feeling of having intercourse with Amy - then it was all over and I'd finish the day's practice with a healthy series of spurts. As the weekend approached I got impatient to hear from Joni, and I phoned Joni on Thursday. She wanted me to experience Hannie, one of the more experienced women in the sisterhood. We met at the diner the following evening. Hannie was an ordinary-looking woman in her mid-thirties, with medium length brown hair and olive skin. She wore a white T-shirt, sandals, and denim shorts. Her legs appeared very smooth, as though she kept them well shaved. "You are at the point now," Joni began, "where you are sensitive enough to pick up on subtle cues that a woman offers. I asked Hannie to spend as much time with you over the weekend as she wants - with the intent of furthering your training and getting pleasure for herself. I don't need to be there with you, so after dinner I'll leave and you two can arrange things." Hannie smiled every time she caught my eye. I was a little self-conscious from that, and at the same time I looked forward to the upcoming session with her. Her sensuous smile conveyed that she had plans. I had a persistent erection through much of dinner, fueled by anticipation. When Joni left, Hannie asked if I'd go to her place. Even though I didn't know how long I'd be there, I had no other commitments so I agreed. We got to her home and she slipped out of her shorts, and cast off her panties. She kept her T-shirt and sandals on - she looked sexy that way and she knew it. She stood in front of me with an 'I've got plans for you' smile. She didn't say a word. With an erection that struggled to get out of its confines, I reached forward and grasped her slender hips. I pulled her closer, and gently kissed her just above her pubic bush. Her breathing quickened, and I knew I had sensed one of her erotic hot spots. After I spent some time there I wanted to find her other erogenous zones. Then I stood up and helped her pull off her T-shirt. After I removed my clothes she grasped my hand and led me to her bed. We fell together and hungrily kissed, our bodies in full frontal contact. Hannie, on top of me, pressed her chest against mine, and after a few minutes of brusque, rough sex play, she held my shoulders to the bed and very lightly brushed her smallish breasts on my chest. When she had done this for a moment or two, she closed her eyes and climaxed. I ached to be inside her, and knew that it would be a while before I would be spewing forth what was sure to be a healthy serving of ejaculate. Hannie excused herself for a moment and returned with a jar of lotion and a towel. She turned around and straddled me so that her pussy was near my mouth. Then she began to work on my erection with her hands. I planted my lips on her pussy and kissed and licked. Her juices had a sweet and sensuous taste. Over the next hour she skillfully brought me within my zone of orgasm with her hands several times. She knew exactly how much stimulation to use. Whenever she wanted to climax, all she had to do was lower her hips until her pussy touched my mouth. Then I hungrily stimulated her until she trembled and groaned. When I was near delirious with having experienced several consecutive orgasms without ejaculation, she paused for a few minutes. My entire midsection tingled with excitement and feeling. I had seeped considerably during the lengthy episode, and she wiped my raging boner clean with the towel. Without a trace of shyness Hannie turned around and jutted her chest forward in a bid for my attention. Her aroused nipples appeared all the bigger on her rather small breasts. I lightly breathed on them, and followed up with gentle at first, and then more concentrated, licking and kissing. I nudged her over on her back and over the next half hour, kissed her practically all over her body, to the accompaniment of her sweet vocal exclamations of orgasm. After a short break we got on the bed again and, after more full frontal contact, she had me lie back while she nursed my already raging erection to an orgasmic state. With her hands lightly caressing my testicles, all she had to do was breathe lightly on my throbbing member and I entered my zone of pre-ejaculatory orgasm. She kept this up for an extended time, and my nuts absolutely ached with desire while my rod constantly seeped pre-cum. It must have been at least another half hour of sweet torment for me. Then Hannie giggled sensuously and got face down on the bed. With her legs together, she raised her hips in an inviting way and said, "Okay, come in me now. Use all your skill!" In spite of my aching desire, I resolved to make this a long and enjoyable ride for her. Her creamy pussy lips were engorged; I easily entered her. Then I slowly drove in all the way as she moaned. I kept hold of her hips, and after several pumps my cock twitched a couple of times. As soon as I entered my zone of orgasm I kept still; just being inside Hannie like that was almost enough to send me into ejaculation. I could at that point in my training enjoy the orgasm without it sending me across the finish line - provided that I stayed at the lower end of the zone and didn't push it very far. The urge to let the orgasm continue to ejaculation was still very strong and took all my will and concentration to resist. Hannie understood my frequent pausing, and helped by keeping herself still during those times. Otherwise, she sexily wiggled her hips, a motion which, if sustained, would have coaxed a quick series of spurts from me. I was able to thus stay inside her for what was to me a long while, until I realized I was becoming too aroused to control my position within the orgasmic zone. At that point, I nestled inside her to the hilt, paused for a moment, and lay prone on top of her. She relaxed her hips so that she was face down in contact with the bed. Then I pumped with long deliberate thrusts - after about ten pumps an all-absorbing orgasm gripped me as I began to ejaculate. All I could do was hoarsely whisper "Ahhhhhhhh..." as it started. Each heavy squirt from me felt as though it were being propelled far up inside Hannie. Several times she said, "Ooh - good one!" as if she felt each pulse enter her. That, of course, made my ejaculation more intense and prolonged - probably just what she wanted. I stayed inside her for a few minutes after my pulsing stopped. I still felt an occasional squirt during that time. "Let me give it back to you now," she whispered. I turned over and she straddled my mouth. I sensed that she immensely enjoyed this phase of the session, even apart from her several raucous climaxes. We then slept until morning. Hannie mentioned later that day that she recommended that about twice a week I have a regular quick ejaculation without attempting to prolong the preceding orgasm. She asked me how long it had been since I had done that, and I told her several weeks. She got a gleam in her eyes and unzipped my trousers. She reached in and quickly nursed my cock to a raging erection, after which she took me in her mouth. Using skills I didn't realize existed, she coaxed forth an eruption of semen from me in less than a minute. As I recovered she said I hadn't been told that previously due to the intensity of my training. We talked some more and then she gave me some more advice on practicing. I left her place then, and called Joni after a few days. She set me up with a different initiate each week for four weeks and put me through some grueling sessions that tested my resolve. Bonnie liked to be tied to the bed spread-eagled for a session. The sounds she made during penetration required every ounce of determination from me to avoid a hasty ejaculation. Afterward, she twisted and moaned in multiple orgasm as I sucked the mixture of our juices from her sweet brunette pussy. Lissy, a willowy blonde, was sensuous and nonverbal. Joy, a petite dishwater blonde, kept her dress on and wore white gloves during a session. Cassie, a fun-loving woman with a college-girl kind of look, simply enjoyed sex - and the longer I was inside her, the better. She loved the penetration, she loved my thrusting in and out, and she loved knowing that I experienced a long continuous orgasm all through our romp . She also greatly enjoyed pressing her pussy on my mouth after my copious ejaculation. She straddled and rode my face for a long while, and didn't stop climaxing until she couldn't go on any more. A couple weeks after that, Joni spent a night with me and put me through some testing. She acted as if she were inexperienced, which tested my resolve and staying power. Finally I spurted inside her, and after I sucked our juices from her delectable pussy she told me that she wanted to have me be one of the trainers. "You would be one of the males who the new girls practice with," she said. "I and the other female staff will instruct them in a classroom setting - how to cultivate their sensitivity, how to nonverbally communicate, techniques of prolonging the male's orgasm prior to ejaculation, and other things. You will be their real-life chance at applying what they learn - and you will also rate their progress at certain times. Just as your progress so far has required extraordinary effort on your part, the training of the initiates will require a similar kind of effort from them - although in a different sense. I'll fill you in on your duties in detail later." Joni drew close and kissed me sensuously. In a matter of minutes I was inside her again, and we had lengthy intercourse. After my erection pulsed and spurted in her a second time that night, she exclaimed raucously with serial climaxes as I applied my mouth to her pussy and diligently extracted the cream. Thus began my journey into enlightened sex and Joni's sisterhood. I got great pleasure from being part of the training staff. I watched the initiates as they at first rather clumsily attempted to put into practice what they learned, and then later as they became more refined, skilled, and responsive. Every last one of them always greatly enjoyed the act of giving back - when I fervently applied my mouth to their pussies and drew the mixture of ejaculate and feminine cream from inside. Their orgasms ranged from intense to ecstatic. When there was a lull in activity, I spent nights with Joni, engulfed in her sensual pleasures and deliriously steeped in her affection. After such an experience I always took a few days off from sexual activity for a rest. Then it was back to training. ----- This work is copyright 2004, 2008 by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Archiving and reposting of this story unmodified is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") and provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com) are maintained. Please see my other stories at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

Story: Stasia's Gate Dan stood silently in the corner. He was naked, and his bottom was bright red from his recent across-the-lap hairbrush paddling from his girlfriend Stasia. His punishment would have been finished a while ago if it weren't for the fact that he had ejaculated when he was being spanked. He squirted his spunk on Stasia's legs and ankles, as well as on the carpet beneath him. The way he twisted and squirmed when he spurted embarrassed him now, although he felt no shame at the time when the intense feeling of his orgasm overcame him. The pleasurable hot spurts rendered the hard hairbrush swats almost pleasant at the time. Stasia had warned him previously when he had seeped pre-cum on her bare thighs during a spanking. He knew he would spurt someday, and today was the day. He had positioned himself over her lap, after kissing her dark haired pussy. How he loved to pleasure her that way. The taste, the scent, her firm, smooth legs and thighs - those served to predispose him to his intense arousal. Then Stasia picked up the oval hairbrush and pointed to her lap. She brought her thighs closer together and spread her feet apart as Dan positioned himself for his spanking. He sighed softly as he felt his firm erection lightly contact Stasia's inner thighs. She tickle-touched his bare bottom for a few moments, and then began the spanking. She placed the sharp smacks about one second apart. Dan exclaimed and kicked as Stasia spanked hard. She pressed her thighs together for stability and Dan began to twist and writhe as the spanking continued. At the same time that the spanks sharply invaded his consciousness, the thought of Stasia's delectable legs, thighs, and pussy aroused him and mitigated the cumulative effect of the spanking. Dan's boner was firm, and the feel of it rubbing between his girlfriend's bare thighs as he wiggled served to bring his arousal to the fore. He knew what was likely to happen, and he could not stop. Stasia continued to spank, and Dan's arousal increased. Each swat now stimulated him, and he felt the gradual progression of the prelude to his orgasm. Then the feeling engulfed his midsection, and he passed the point of no return. He twisted and pumped shamelessly as he freely spurted. Stasia felt the rhythmic pulsing of his member between her thighs, and knew what was happening. She made an effort to spank harder, and kept up until well after her boyfriend was spent. She stopped spanking and pushed him off her lap. His face, as well as his nether cheeks, had a red flush. She told him to stand in the corner. He knew that she had something else in mind - something more humiliating, though he did not know at the time what it was. After 20 minutes in the corner, he heard Stasia pick up the phone and dial. "Hi Kelly, it's Stasia. Good, and you? Dan? He's being punished (giggle). Hey, you want to see something interesting? How about if you come over in about two hours and you can watch as I punish him some more. Good. Can you get hold of Doris and Veronica and see if they can make it too? (giggle) Okay, see you then. Bye." Two hours later, Stasia's three friends were in the living room sipping coffee. The women were in a festive mood. Dan was still naked, standing in the corner. The ladies did not pay much attention to him, which increased his confusion and arousal. After a while the moment he had been dreading approached. Kelly asked, "Stasia, what's the situation with Dan?" Veronica and Doris giggled. "I was giving him a good spanking and he ejaculated - all over my thighs and legs, and on the floor," Stasia answered. "Tee-hee! He gets off on being spanked?!" Veronica giggled. "I've had to warn him when he leaked and seeped other times," Stasia shamelessly related. "So what did you do when he, uh, you know..." "I spanked harder for a while and made him stand in the corner. After I called Kelly, I took him in the other room and gave him two nice, big, sudsy enemas to prepare him." "For what?" Doris asked with wide eyes. "You'll see! Come with me, ladies." Stasia's three friends followed her into her bedroom. She opened a drawer and retrieved butt plugs, dildoes, disposable gloves, and lubricant. "Ooooh," Veronica cooed, "This is going to be good." They followed Stasia back to the living room and she pulled a straight-backed chair near the sofa. After placing the materials on a nearby coffee table, her friends seated themselves on the sofa and excitedly wondered what was next. "Okay, Dan," Stasia commanded, "Come over here and get over my lap." The humiliation that Dan felt when he saw the assorted objects on the coffee table and Stasia's three friends with excited smiles was nothing compared to what was to come. He gingerly positioned himself across Stasia's lap. "What are you going to do now?" Veronica asked. "I want to milk him and drain him completely without his ejaculating, and then give him another good spanking," Stasia replied. "Oh, wow, I've got to see this!" Doris interjected. Stasia smiled and put on a disposable glove. She squeezed some lubricant on her gloved index finger. Spreading Dan's nether cheeks with her free hand, she then inserted her lubricated finger and probed and wiggled it inside him. When she encountered his prostate, she repeatedly pressed hard, evoking twisting and groaning from her boyfriend. Dan's semi-erect cock seeped profusely as Stasia milked his prostate. After a few minutes of this she stopped and retrieved a medium sized butt plug and lnserted it in Dan after lubricating it. His humiliation was obvious when Stasia kept him across her lap and tickle-touched his naked bottom while conversing with her friends. A few minutes later she pulled out the plug and inserted a dildo. She casually worked it in and out, slowly at first, and then increasing the tempo. Dan's choked and restrained vocal protests aroused the women. Doris spoke up, "I think his prostate should be milked again, Stasia. I wouldn't mind doing that." "Good!" Stasia replied, and told Dan to get up. Stasia and Doris exchanged places, and Doris ordered Dan across her lap. She put a disposable glove on each hand, and lubricated the middle finger of her right hand. She inserted her finger into Dan, and probed until she found the prostate. "Ahh, there it is," she said, and pressed hard with a determined expression on her face. "Ahhh-uhhhh! Ohhhh! Uhhh!" With her free hand, Doris reached around and grasped Dan's cock and continuously squeezed and pulled it as she continued to press hard on his prostate. "Ohh! Ahhhh! Uhhhhhhh!" Drops of pre-cum dripped from Dan's cock as Doris performed her handiwork. Then she grasped a slender anal probe and inserted it into Dan. She gently and sensuously slithered the tool in and out, while her other gloved hand was busy hand-jobbing him. Dan's member grew in Doris' hand, and he helplessly became more aroused. His entire midsection suddenly tingled as he approached the finish line. He squirmed in Doris' lap and moaned, "Uhnnnnh!" She stopped all stimulation the instant she felt his member twitch in her hand. Dan's cock pulsed a couple of times, and then seeped profusely. "Well, look at this!" Doris exclaimed in sensual mock surprise. She proudly held up her gloved hand with the specimen of cum for all to see. All the women giggled. Stasia ordered Dan to kneel in the corner until she thought he was ready to have more milking. While Dan kneeled in the corner, the ladies talked among themselves as if he were not there. They touched on many subjects, occasionally talking about him. "What kind of enemas did you give him, Stasia?" Kelly asked. "Two enemas, warm and soapy. I put as much as the closed-top bag would hold, and used the douche nozzle on him." "The douche nozzle! Oh, my!" Veronica exclaimed. "Yes, and I had him hold each one for five minutes. You should have heard him carry on (giggle!)" "I wish I'd been there," Doris gushed. "The next time I have to give him enemas, maybe I'll call you and you can come over and watch." All the ladies laughed. Kelly and Veronica said that they'd like to be included too. Dan squirmed in humiliation at the thought of several women watching him receive enemas. "Kelly, would you like to try your hand at milking him now?" "Of course," she replied in a sensuous tone. "Dan, come out of the corner and do everything she tells you," Stasia ordered. Kelly snapped on a disposable glove and beckoned Dan to get over her lap. "I'd like to spank this bottom sometime," Kelly stated. "Now, let's see, first some lubricant and a prostate massage." She expertly probed inside Dan's back way as everyone watched. Then she retrieved the dildo that Doris had used on him, and rather brusquely fucked him with it for a few moments. Dan groaned from the discomfort. Kelly left the dildo inside Dan and lubricated her other hand and grasped his cock with it. As she worked, his member became firm, and then hard. "Wow, Kelly, where did you learn to do that?" Veronica giggled. "Oh, I'm not telling," she said with a coy smile. She worked the dildo in and out of Dan's nether portal while she kept up her skilled manipulation. Dan frequently groaned, both from Kelly's attentions and the humiliation of having all the women watching. "Oh, look at this," Kelly said in mock surprise as Dan got more aroused and closer to ejaculation. A few moments, and the women heard an aroused, "AHHHHH!" from Dan. Kelly immediately ceased her handling and pulled the dildo out. Dan pumped his hips while positioned over Kelly's lap. A trickle of semen leaked from his cock into the woman's waiting hand. His frustrated groan filled the room, and Veronica giggled. "All right, back in the corner, Dan," Stasia directed, and then she served coffee to her friends. "Do you give him enemas often, Stasia?" Doris asked. "Every couple of weeks. Then I give him a prostate massage with him across my lap. We both like that, and things get hot from there." The women giggled. "Do any of you give your guys enemas?" Stasia asked. "I do, when I'm going with a guy," Kelly admitted. "I like the feeling of dominating him and symbolically doing the fucking. I give at least two enemas and make him retain each one for ten minutes. Sometimes that's a real trip." "Ooh!" "Then, if I like him, I take him with a strap-on. I have him lie down on his tummy and present his ass for a nice long fucking. You should hear the sounds a guy makes when I take him like that." The other ladies listened attentively to Kelly's narration as she continued to tell them how she uses anal play to dominate. "After enemas and some strap-on play, then I might let him in. If I want to give them more during the night, there's always butt plugs and dildoes." "Kelly, do you think Dan is drained enough for his spanking?" Stasia asked. "I don't know. Maybe Veronica would like to see if she can get more out of him." Veronica regarded the scene with her wide eyes. "I'd love to," she said, then exchanged places with Kelly. "Dan," Veronica intoned in a low sensuous voice, "Come over here." She pulled her skirt up to her hips and bared her thighs. She placed her feet apart and pointed her toes in. Her knees were slightly separated. "You like what you see, don't you? I notice that you like to look at my legs. Come on -- get across my lap." Dan's humiliation was further increased by Veronica's having caught his furtive glances. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the women's previous handling of him, he became erect when he felt Veronica's smooth firm skin. Veronica pulled on a disposable glove and gently played with Dan's nether portal. Her slender finger wormed and wiggled inside him, lightly touching his prostate. He sighed. His boner stirred between her thighs. "I can't wait to see that bottom get a good hard spanking," she teased. "Hmm, I think you're not quite drained yet." She inserted a knobbed dildo inside him and had him stand up and face her. She discarded the latex glove and lubricated her hands. Lightly and gently, she tickle-touched Dan's cock and his nuts. Her sensuous smile aroused him as much as her skilled handling. As she continued, the presence of the knobbed dildo inside Dan, plus the light delicate touching of his genitals, brought him to a desperately aroused state. His erection throbbed and seeped. Veronica knew that if she kept going like that, Dan would spurt. She suddenly stopped, and switched on the vibrating dildo that he retained. After a few seconds, she lightly touched Dan's nuts. As soon as she felt his cock get ready to spew forth, she turned off the vibrating action. Dan squirmed, and groaned in frustration as Veronica collected the trickle of cum in her hand. Then she removed the dildo. The women giggled. "Wow, she knows how to milk them," Doris exclaimed. Stasia said, "I think it's time for me to spank him again. All you ladies are welcome to watch." Stasia, as she always does when she administers a spanking, pulled her skirt up to bare her thighs, placed her feet apart with her toes pointing in, and left enough room between her legs for Dan's cock. She had him fetch the hairbrush and hand it to her. Then, as Stasia's three friends sat close by, he placed himself across her lap. Stasia swatted hard. She alternated sides on Dan's nether cheeks. After the first fifteen swats, he could not keep from punctuating each one with an exclamation. When he bucked his hips with each swat, Stasia closed her thighs around his cock. She spanked... and spanked... and spanked. Dan shouted, bucked, writhed, and pleaded. Still, she kept on paddling until she was convinced that he would not ejaculate. When she stopped, she had him stand facing her, and grasped his member. A few stringy drops of prostatic fluid were in evidence. "Well, there's some seepage here, but he didn't cum all over my legs." "Wow, Stasia, you give a good one!" Kelly exclaimed. The others joined in praising Stasia's spanking talent. "I think a weekly session with enemas and the hairbrush is in order for Dan," Stasia noted. "How about if the three of you come over a week from today and participate? Kelly, you can give him his enemas and show us how you take him with a strap-on. All three of you can spank him." After the women left, Stasia had Dan across her lap for several minutes of sensuous prostate massage. Then she led him to the bedroom and undressed. He tasted her sweet pussy until she climaxed. Then he easily entered her. In spite of his earlier spanking and humiliation, he enjoyed Stasia in bed. As he pumped in and out, she tittilated his fantasies by talking about her friends. "I'll bet you'd like to feel more of Veronica's legs," Stasia teased. "Maybe I'll have her give you your first spanking next week when they're all here. And then Kelly will give you enemas. That'll be fun to watch! Then it'll be across Kelly's lap for a good paddling. I bet she spanks hard! I wonder how hard Doris spanks. I guess you'll find out. Then you'll present your ass for Kelly's strap-on. Maybe she'll let the rest of us use it on you after she shows us how. After she has her way with you, of course. You'd better wear a butt plug every day to get your bottom in shape to take a strap-on. Yes, across my lap for some dildo work and then a butt plug. Every day!" Stasia's closeness, her eyes, her smile, and her excited arousing talk sent Dan across the threshold into a wrenching ejaculation, made all the more intense from earlier teasing and milkings. Stasia's pussy drained him of every drop he had to give. Then she tenderly held him close and they slept. One week later, Dan's insides fluttered when Stasia told him the other women were due to come over shortly. She told him to strip to his briefs, pull them down to bare his bottom, and lie face down across the ottoman in the center of the living room. He was in that humiliating position fifteen minutes before the doorbell signified that the afternoon's festivities were about to begin. All the women dressed for the occasion -- Kelly wore a black skirt, fashion boots, and a white blouse; Doris wore a short white pullover dress and white sneakers; Veronica had a T-shirt, a very short skirt, bare legs, and sandals. After their initial remarks about Dan's position, Stasia invited the three women to her bedroom to map out a plan of action. Dan stayed face down over the ottoman with his briefs pulled down. He heard hushed whispers from the other room frequently punctuated with raucous giggling. Several minutes later they returned. "Stand up, Dan," Stasia directed. "Leave your briefs pulled down." He stood and faced all the women. He saw that Veronica held a large oval hairbrush in her hand. She seated herself on the straight backed chair, pulled up her short skirt to show as much of her legs as possible, and with a sensuous smile positioned her feet apart, with toes pointed in, and her knees slightly separated. Then she beckoned Dan to get across her lap. His cock began to firm up as it nestled between her smooth firm thighs. She waited a few moments, subtly moving her legs under Dan. As soon as he became rock hard, she started spanking. She swatted hard from the start. There was no tender warm-up. Her pattern was to place three hard smacks on various parts of one nether cheek, and do the same on the other side. After the first few swats, Dan kicked wildly and exclaimed aloud each time the hairbrush made contact. Veronica kept on until she had delivered more than fifty swats. Dan's raging erection had long since subsided by the time she told him to get up. "Very good, Veronica!" Stasia exclaimed. "I'll remember your technique. Now it's time for Kelly to demonstrate how she gives enemas. She brought her assortment of equipment, including a nice retention nozzle." "Dan, you can come and watch me prepare it," Kelly stated in a low sensuous voice as she led the way to the master bathroom. All the women excitedly looked on as Kelly prepared a two quart soapsuds enema and attached a double cuffed retention nozzle to the open top bag. She spread a large towel on the floor. "Now Dan," she directed, "Get down on your hands and knees. I'm going to give you a nice warm, sudsy enema. I want you to keep your head down at all times. Remember that I have not spanked you yet." She generously lubricated the nozzle as the other women watched with wide-eyed anticipation. Then she bent down and spread Dan's nether cheeks with one hand and slowly inserted the inner cuff of the retention nozzle. She gave the attached bulb two squeezes and Dan groaned. She then inflated the outer retention cuff and said, "We're ready. Here it comes, Dan!" She released the hose clamp and stood with her hands on her hips. As the enema began to intrude, Dan panted. A moment later, his choked groans filled the room. Then he voiced exclamations of true discontent. He wondered what goes through a dominant woman's mind when she is administering an enema. What kind of arousal do they feel when the male is struggling to accept and retain the soapy water? Are their pussies all creamy now? Do they want a hard cock inside? Do they want to diddle themselves, or could they have unassisted orgasms just from watching? "Ten minutes, Dan. You're going to retain this enema for ten minutes. And keep your head down." He twisted and writhed. Kelly scolded him several times to keep his head down. He begged her for relief. He pounded his fists on the floor in a vain attempt to deal with his feeling of distention. Finally, Kelly deflated the retention cuffs and pulled the nozzle out. "Take your time, Dan. I'm going to give you another one when you're done with this one." "Let's have some coffee while he's getting rid of his enema," Stasia suggested. "Dan, come out to the kitchen when you're finished." While Dan spent more than twenty minutes getting rid of his soapsuds enema, the ladies sipped coffee and chatted. They did not talk about Dan -- there would be ample time later to do that. When Dan entered the kitchen -- naked, of course -- Kelly said, "Okay, it's time for your second enema. Let's go." Kelly selected a three quart bag and prepared the solution. "I usually give a bigger one for the second enema, and I don't use as much soap." She prepared the retention nozzle. "Okay, Dan, down on all fours, just like the last time. And try not to squirm as much." All the ladies giggled. As much as he tried, Dan could not take the three quart enema without a struggle. Kelly admonished him a few times to keep his head down. All of the women became very aroused from his exclamations and protests. After a long ten minute retention, Kelly told him to make sure he got rid of all of it and then to get cleaned up in the shower. The women set the stage for the next part of Dan's ordeal. When Dan returned he was treated to two ominous sights. The ottoman had been draped with towels, with lubricant and a strap-on harness with its probe on a nearby table; and Kelly was seated in the straight-backed chair with the hairbrush in her hand. She had removed her black skirt, and kept her boots, blouse,and panties. "Come over here, Dan. I'm going to paddle you. Over my lap. Yes, that's it." Kelly delivered over fifty swats while Dan kicked, squirmed, and pleaded. She frequently admonished him to keep still while dispassionately giving swat after swat with amazing strength. His bare bottom was thoroughly reddened when Kelly finished and told him to get up. Kelly, while seated, then removed her panties and spread her legs. "Dan, I want you to thank me for the enemas and the spanking by pleasuring me with your mouth." Dan's eyes zeroed in on Kelly's smooth, firm thighs and her blonde pussy. He did not need to be told what to do next. He knelt between Kelly's legs and gingerly approached her blonde mat with his mouth. He detected arousal, which soon made him forget about his paddled bottom. As he licked and kissed Kelly's beautiful pussy, he developed a strong erection. Kelly moaned softly, and after several minutes of Dan's work, shuddered. "That wasn't bad, Dan," she complimented. "Now I want you to get over the ottoman and present your ass. I'm going to give you a good fucking with my strap-on." His arousal ensured compliance with Kelly's directives. Kelly stepped into the harness and tightened it around her hips. The other women gathered around her to watch. She put on a disposable glove and generously lubricated Dan's nether portal. Then she sloppily smeared lubricant on her probe and knelt between Dan's legs. "Stick out your bottom, Dan, like you're asking for it." He felt arousal and humiliation at the same time as he complied with Kelly's instruction and arched his back. "There. I want you to stay like that while I use you." Kelly's firm and slender fingers grasped Dan's hips. She pried his nether cheeks apart with her thumbs and placed the tip of her probe against his portal. "Don't tighten up or it'll hurt. I'm going to enter you now." She pushed the probe inward about two inches and stopped. Dan moaned. Then she pumped short strokes until the probe was all the way in. Dan admitted to himself that the way Kelly used the probe felt good -- at least so far, especially when it stimulated his prostate. Kelly began to pump harder and faster, and admonished him to stay relaxed back there. Dan's groans and exclamations aroused the women. They heard a constant litany of moans and panting sounds. Throughout Kelly's fucking, Dan felt frequent pulses of pre-cum seep through his member from the relentless stimulation of his prostate. Kelly's exuberance frequently resulted in a spirited outcry from Dan when she thrust inward especially hard. After a thorough fucking, Kelly pulled out. She reached around and felt Dan's member. "Uh-oh," she said, "You've been seeping. Look at all this pre-cum!" She showed the others a mass of clear sticky fluid. "I think Doris should warm his bottom and then see if he still leaks after she uses the strap-on," Stasia said with an aroused quaver in her voice. Doris smiled and hiked her dress up to her waist and seated herself. Her olive skin and pigeon-toed pose were in contrast to her no-nonsense words and tone. "Dan - bring me the hairbrush and get over here right now!" She pointed to her bare thighs. As if in a trance,he obeyed. He sighed softly when he felt Doris' smooth skin against his midsection. The strength of her swats surprised him. He kicked, twisted, and begged throughout his spirited paddling. The others frequently giggled at his wild reaction. "Wow, that was good!" Stasia exclaimed when Doris stopped. Doris had Dan get off her lap, and removed her panties. She thrust her hips forward and spread her legs. "I like Kelly's idea of you thanking your mistress for spanking you. Get busy now." Dan noticed that Doris' dark-haired pussy was moist with arousal. He reverently licked and kissed. The moans he heard showed that Doris was more than a little aroused. All the stimulating scenes that she watched, combined with her anticipation of administering a vigorous strap-on fucking, brought her to orgasm quickly. "Now," she said with a contented sigh, "get in position for the strap-on!" She removed her pullover dress and, keeping her sneakers on, stepped into the harness and donned a disposable glove. She told him to spread his knees, knelt behind him and amply lubricated her probe and his entrance. If the firmness with which Doris grasped Dan's hips was an indication of what was about to happen, he knew he was in for a strenuous ride. Doris quickly entered him, and in a matter of a few seconds, plunged her probe all the way in. "UhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Dan exclaimed. She withdrew almost completely, and repeated the slow full thrusts a few times, to the accompaniment of Dan's loud vocal reaction. "Oh, yes!" she purred, and pumped faster. "OHH! OOOH! AAAH! UHHHH!" Dan exclaimed. His outcries only increased the stimulation that Doris felt, and spurred her on to pump harder. As her firm experienced hands held him in place, she thrust her hips forward with each pump, making hard contact with Dan. He begged her to stop, to go slower, to be more gentle, but she kept on while her friends watched as if in a trance. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and climaxed as she continued to pump. Her loud and unabashed moans filled the room. When her orgasm subsided she stopped pumping, withdrew completely, and gave Dan a couple of affectionate slaps on his bottom. The women all voiced their approval of Doris' technique. Stasia told Dan to get up and face them. She fingered his cock and collected more pre-cum that had seeped due to Doris' pounding with the strap-on probe. "More leakage, I see," she teased. "I'll take care of that later." She told Dan to lie face down on the ottoman, with his legs spread wide. While he remained in that humiliating position, the ladies had coffee and chatted. One by one they left. Dan had remained in position over the ottoman, since he knew better than to get up before his girlfriend permitted. Without saying a word, Stasia put on a disposable glove and teased Dan's prostate. She alternated moments of heavy prodding with very light in-and-out slithering. Dan became erect in spite of knowing that he was in for more physical discipline. Also, he knew that after the discipline, Stasia would show her tender and seductive side. He frequently had to earn his way into her pussy, and the more severe the discipline, the greater his pleasurable rewards would be. And he earned it by accepting discipline and humiliation. "Stay there with your legs spread," she directed. "I'm going to give you a strapping." After the multiple hairbrush paddlings and strap-on sessions he endured that day, he did not look forward to more from Stasia. His erection subsided in the few moments that he waited. She returned with a doubled-up leather belt. She made sure that he saw it as she snapped it taut several times with an aroused smile. Then she took her position. Dan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in preparation. Stasia, her feet apart and knees close together, kept her eyes focused on Dan's nether cheeks as she forcefully wielded the strap. With each swipe, she bent her knees slightly and performed a tennis player's follow-through. With each swipe, Dan shouted and struggled to stay in position. Throughout the extended strapping, Stasia commented that she liked to see Dan's ass cheeks jiggle when she strapped him; she encouraged him to stay in position and keep his legs spread. And, she strapped long and hard. She put the belt on the floor and ran her hands over Dan's well spanked nether cheeks. "Nice and hot," she commented. Then she lightly fingered his testicles until he became erect. She kept on with the teasing until he squirmed. When his breathing told her that he was intensely aroused, she was ready for him. She led him to her bed, and removed her clothes. She reclined on the bed, spread her legs, and smiled. It was her seductive smile that always assured her of an intense sexual experience. Dan took in the view, then focused on Stasia's dark-haired pussy. It was moist and steamy. He got on the bed between her smooth legs and kissed her delectable womanhood. The scent of her arousal spurred him on. He hungrily and passionately licked and kissed her tasty pussy. She stirred, and as he continued she rocked her hips. Just before she would have climaxed, he pulled away. Stasia moaned. He knelt between her legs, and she bent her knees. The wanting showed in her excited eyes. Dan plunged his throbbing erection inside her, all the way in, and pulled out completely. He loved to do that repeatedly and watch his cock get messy with her cream. It also drove her wild. When his arousal intensified further, he pumped several times before pulling out. Stasia's moans became open-mouthed exclamations. Finally he got down on top of her. He pumped slowly and continuously. When Stasia surrendered to her own orgasm, Dan could no longer hold back, and he profusely spurted inside her. She moved under him as he pumped and thrashed about. Stasia knew that one ejaculation, no matter how intense, was not sufficient to keep Dan's submission to her ravenous appetite for administering discipline and humiliation. She also loved the feel of his cock thrusting wildly inside her after getting him to an aroused state. Accordingly, she always made sure that he was completely spent before the weekend came to a close. She acknowledged to herself that the session that day was especially intense. The repeated spankings, pussy-licking of her friends, the retention enemas, the humiliation -- the very thought of the day's events made her tingle inside. They got dressed and went out for a liesurely meal, during which she aroused him (and herself) by keeping him focused on the day's scene. She asked a barrage of questions - "What did Kelly's pussy taste like? What kind of scent did you get from Doris' pussy? You'd like to taste Veronica, wouldn't you? What about the way Kelly and Doris fucked you? Could you feel them staring at your ass when you were face down on the ottoman with your briefs pulled down? What about afterward with your legs spread? I'm going to use Veronica's spanking technique. Next week I'm going to fuck you silly with a strap-on. What do you think a fucking from Veronica would feel like? How did it feel to get enemas from Kelly? What would an enema from Doris be like? And Veronica?" Stasia never ran out of ideas to spice up her bedroom sessions. Some of the food at dinner gave her some ideas. She had always wanted to do some messy things with food and sex, and decided that she'd try some of those ideas when they got home. Dan noticed his girlfriend's excited eyes, and knew she had plans for later. They got back to her house and she told him to get undressed and wait for her in the bedroom. She took all her clothes off in the kitchen and brought a tray with jelly, a stick of butter, and a container of sour cream into the bedroom. She placed a dropcloth on her bed and got on top of it. Then she grasped the stick of butter and sexily rubbed it all over her legs and thighs while Dan watched. When she had applied a slippery coating of butter to her legs, she scooped sour cream in her hand and sloppily applied it to her pussy. Then she spooned some jelly on her breasts. Her excited eyes communicated what was to happen next. Dan, his tiredness having vanished from the erotic scene before him, lay on top of Stasia. She arched her back as he licked the jelly from her breasts. Her butter-smoothed legs felt heavenly to him. He got between her thighs and brusquely entered her cream-slopped pussy. The sensual effects of the day's events came to the fore, and he quickly and thoroughly ejaculated the day's tension into the welcoming pussy of his lover. ----- This story is copyright 2005, 2006 by (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. Please see my other stories at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

Caged No More It started out as a sexual game that my wife Shawna and I played, after we'd been married a little over a year. One day this gorgeous, dark-haired and somewhat unpredictable wife of mine approached me with an idea. We both liked to read erotic stories, and one of them really got her off. It was about a woman who put her man in a cock cage for ever-increasing periods of time. "Honey," she said one evening, "would you ever wear a cock cage for me?" "I don't know," I said, "Some of those women in the stories are pretty brutal, and the husband doesn't get adequately rewarded. You're not wanting to do the hotwife thing, are you?" "No. Having another man is not even a fantasy of mine. And never will be. The risks to a marriage are just too much." I felt relief. There was no way I was going to tolerate that. And it was never a fantasy for me. "So why do you want to do the cock cage thing?" She smiled. "Remember the time that we couldn't screw for a week? Oh my gosh, the waiting and the anticipation drove us wild! And I got you to agree not to take matters in your own hand. Do you remember what it was like when we did screw after that week?" Oh, I remembered. We fucked, made love, and fucked for hours. We missed dinner, and went out late at night for a quick burger, then back to bed. We were both sore for a couple of days after that. "Oh yeah," I replied, "That was hot, wasn't it!" Then I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her nipples on her firm, pert breasts. Shawna moaned and her breathing picked up. I continued to kiss her lips and breasts as I undid her skirt and pulled it off her. Her eyes were crazed with desire as I undressed. She yanked her panties off, and we tumbled to the bed. I always love the first penetration of the night. I made sure she was wet. Was she ever! Then I slid into her in one thrust, and held there for a moment. I pulled back a little and she energetically rocked her hips. It didn't take long before I spurted and spurted inside her. We lay there holding each other for a few minutes. Then I pulled out and began to eat her pussy. I usually tasted her sweet nectar before going inside her, but since we were both too impatient for that, I figured what the heck, and I brought her to more than one orgasm as I licked and slurped her dark-haired pussy. "So, how about it, Dan?" she asked. I knew what she meant. "There have to be some rules that we both agree to," I began. "We start out slow. One or two days. And afterward, I get to have you as much as I want, for at least the amount of time I was caged. Also, you have to be celibate when I'm locked up. By that I mean no orgasms for you. And if I have to travel, the cage comes off. No exceptions." Shawna thought for a minute. "Okay, but how about we start out at three days, and increase it by one day each episode?" "Okay. But I get to decide when to start each one. It's not going to be our lifestyle. If I want to go three weeks between episodes, it's going to have to be that way." She agreed, and I wrote the rules and printed them. I wasn't going to have her saying that she forgot. "Can we start as soon as we get the equipment?" she purred. I said okay, and this time I ate her pussy again before going inside her. I know the discussion got her hot, and she orgasmed as she rode me cowgirl style. I loved seeing her in the throes of orgasm. Her long hair and bangs as she tossed her head back and closed her eyes; her loud, sensual moans; and the spasms of her pussy milking my cock. She smiled gleefully as we perused the websites, and chose a cock cage. Not bottom of the line but not top of the line, either. A week later, after a raucous lovemaking session in which we each orgasmed twice, she had a sensuous smile as she fit the appliance in place and locked it. She scampered away and hid the keys I don't know where. The three days of chastity were both arousing and frustrating for me. Shawna had a constant smile on her face, and not so subtly teased my arousal. My arousal was heightened knowing that she was foregoing her orgasms during that time too. After dinner on the third day of my cock's captivity we were both so wound up we could hardly function. Her hands shook and she had to try several times before she got the key to fit. Shawna was creaming profusely when I began to lick her pussy. It didn't take long for her to crest, and before her orgasm was complete, I entered her. It was so sweet to be inside her and looking into her excited eyes. After a moment of thrusting, I surrendered to my orgasm. I spurted and spurted my denied and frustrated seed into her welcoming dark haired pussy. I had barely caught my breath when I was erect again, and had her ride me with her on top. Because of my previous ejaculation and her slippery insides, I lasted considerably longer and was able to hold out until she orgasmed. Then I again recklessly spurted inside her. She straddled my face and I hungrily licked and gulped. She had another orgasm and we slept. During the night I again entered her and brusquely fucked her until my orgasm. In the morning I licked her pussy. Shawna had a sensual glow about her for the rest of the day. That night we again went at it like newlyweds. That was how it went for the following week. After about ten days she asked if I would wear it for four days, and I consented after I was well drained. The orgasm denial, along with her teasing, had us both worked up to the same intensity as the first time, and with similar results when she removed the cage. For me it was equal to or even better than our honeymoon. We were living in sensual bliss. A couple weeks later, we did the cage for 5 days with similar results. Then 6 days. Things changed about two days into the 7-day denial. Shawna came home from work in a bad mood and didn't want to talk about it. I gave her some space, but her mood didn't improve over the next few days. I asked her several times what was wrong, and she got surly and snappish. On the eighth day I asked her to remove the cage and suggested that we could resume the playing when she felt better. To my great surprise, she refused. She gave no reason. I reminded her the it was already past the 7 days that we agreed on, and that it was all written down in the agreement. She still refused, and wouldn't say why. I was devastated and upset. I suggested that if there were problems in our relationship, we should see a counselor. She shot down that idea. Without further ado, I moved into the guest bedroom. I was not about to sleep in the same bed with a woman who acted like she didn't want to be married to me. Things were chilly for a few days, and I once again asked her to remove the cage. When she again refused, I again suggested counseling. She just walked away. I was at the end of my patience, and decided that I needed to do something drastic. I took some money that we had been saving for buying a house, and saw a lawyer. I also rented a small apartment near my work. Since Shawna and I were both earning similar amounts, and we had no children or real estate (we were renting the house we lived in), my lawyer said that I could make a clean break if it came to that. I told the lawyer what had happened, including the sexual games that Shawna and I had played, and he said that she was skating on thin ice. He asked if I wanted to have her arrested for sexual assault, and I was sorely tempted. Instead, though, I asked him to write a letter stating the possible legal consequences of her actions. He also recommended a locksmith's shop where I could have the cage removed. When the paperwork was completed a few days later, I paid a visit to the locksmith's shop. To my relief, there was a young lady there, and she said yes when I asked if she personally could do a sensitive locksmith task. I really didn't want a guy fooling around my wedding tackle. I told her I had to talk to her in confidence, and she told me to come back just before the store closed and she could accommodate me after sending the other workers home and locking up the store. So I showed up just as she was locking up, and when everyone else was gone she listened to me. I was red faced as I explained that my marriage was probably about to end, and why I needed the services of a locksmith. Her face registered several expressions as I related my story. At first she tried not to giggle, and as I continued, she was more and more shocked at Shawna's behavior. "Yes, I can pick the lock," she said. "Come with me to the storeroom and you can show me." Again, with a red face, I lowered my pants and briefs. It took her a few minutes to get the right tools, and she successfully got the device off. She asked what I was going to do next, and I told her what my plan was. She had a good laugh, and wished me luck. I asked how much I owed her, and she said, "I don't want to charge you for that. It was such a bad thing that your wife did." Then she smiled and said, "How about a dinner at Antonio's when you've resolved your problem? Here's my card, and on the back is my cell phone number." Her name was Leanne. I readily agreed, and went to the house that Shawna and I had lived in. I could no longer call it home. I made arrangements for two days hence to move my belongings to my new apartment when Shawna was at work. It took only a couple of hours, and I treated my friends to a pizza lunch. I took a hammer and smashed the cock cage into a barely recognizable piece of scrap metal, and went to what was once our bedroom. I got her lip gloss, and scrawled "GAME OVER" on her pillowcase. Then I put the smashed cock cage on top of her pillow, and jerked off on the whole thing. A few minutes later, I jerked off on it again. She could do what she wanted with the smashed cage and the pecker tracks. Then I waited for Shawna to get home. I was sitting at the kitchen table when she walked in, took a look around, and said, "What's going on?" "Sit down, Shawna!" I ordered. My gruff demeanor caught her off guard. "Several things are going on, DEAR WIFE! First, I've moved out. I'm sad and very disappointed in you. You've broken your promises, you've been treating me worse than a servant, and you've acted like you can't stand me and don't want to be married to me. I've asked you to consider counseling, and you've refused. I'm at the end of my patience. These are divorce papers." I laid the packet in front of her. "Last chance, Shawna. Counseling or divorce. And I expect an answer tonight. I also want you to read this letter from my lawyer. If you sign the papers, I won't do anything further." Her face turned pale as she read the many possible consequences of being charged with sexual assault. I wasn't finished with her. When she looked up, I said, "Now, let me guess what happened. About the time the trouble started, a new guy at your work started hitting on you. When you said no, he began to insinuate that I was unfaithful to you. He SOMEHOW learned of our sexual game, and he told you that you should just keep me locked up. AND YOU BELIEVED HIM! You listened to him. I was your husband, the guy you married, remember? And you chose to believe an interloper who wanted into your pussy! Is that about what happened?" She started to cry, which was good; at least she wasn't shutting down on me. She sobbed, "No, that's not it at all!" She cried for some time. Normally I would have tried to comfort her, but I wasn't feeling very charitable toward her. She was someone who was supposed to be on my side, supposed to try to protect our home life, as I willingly did. "What will it be, Shawna? Counseling or divorce?" "Can't we work things out without counselors?" "No, Shawna. I don't trust you around me. I don't even want to have sex with you. I feel disrespected and humiliated. I doubt that you could even make my dick hard now." She gasped at that last revelation. Then I took a more gentle way with her. "If you don't want counseling, you really need to sign the divorce papers. The only thing that we need to divide is our house fund savings. And I used part of that to pay the lawyer and the locksmith." I tried not to smile as I recalled Leanne's supportive words to me. "The rental will be your responsibility starting next month. I've had the agency take my name off the rental agreement. You'll have to contact them if you want to end it." We were renting month to month, so getting out of a lease wasn't an issue. She slowly reached for the papers, looked them over, and signed. I took off my wedding ring and put it on the table. This was the saddest moment of my life. I was too sad to cry. "Talk to you later," I whispered, and left. The day had been cloudy and gloomy, fitting my mood. I drove by a park, and stopped. Then I cried and cried. No one does what I did without having second thoughts. Why was Shawna being such a bitch? Why was she being so uncommunicative? What if she has a medical problem? It could be a brain tumor that caused her to suddenly change. Shouldn't I be there for her if she does? Yeah right, good luck with getting her to agree to go to a doctor. She wouldn't even talk to me about why she was upset, and her crowning achievement was betraying my trust in her control over my orgasms. I could have her involuntarily committed for 48 hours or something, but the marriage wouldn't survive that, given her attitude. No, she was going to have to take responsibility for herself. I don't remember much about the next few days. I did take the signed divorce papers to my attorney and asked him to file them. A couple of evenings that week I went to a tavern with some friends and told them about what happened. They were shocked. And yes, I told them about the sex game we had played, and the sudden breach of trust. We all came to the same conclusion that she probably was having, or was about to start, an affair. After a few days I started feeling better, and that the world wasn't going to end. The lonely nights in an apartment were reminiscent of my single days, though I knew I wouldn't be single for a few months. I eventually felt good enough to ring Leanne and invite her out to dinner at Antonio's later that week. I didn't know what to expect with Leanne. When she walked in, she was stunning. Her bright smile told me that she wanted to be there. Her reddish blonde hair flowed freely past her shoulders, and the shift dress with her bare legs accented her sensuality. We began by making small talk to break the ice. Then she asked me about my situation with Shawna, and if I'd done what I had planned. She giggled when I told her about what I did with the battered cock cage. "Has she said anything about it?" "Not yet. When I left, she hadn't been upstairs to the bedroom. I may never know what her reaction was." "It would have been interesting to be a fly on the wall then!" Then Leanne asked me specific questions about Shawna - where she worked, her friends' names, and so on. I told her about my suspicions about an interloper, and she allowed that it was likely. I didn't ask why she wanted all that information, and I doubt she'd have told me, but I got a strong feeling that she was on my side. That felt good. "Now that we have that out of the way," she said, "we can talk about something else." Leanne told me of her background growing up on a ranch, then after a few boyfriends she got married. Her marriage lasted a couple of years and broke up due to her husband's controlling ways. She liked being a locksmith but didn't know how long she'd keep doing that. "I don't know what I want to do with my life," she mused. "But I'm probably not going to settle down and get married for a long while, if ever." Then she smiled and put her hand on mine. "I do want to get to know you better, though, and I see in your eyes that you feel the same way." I told her I did. Leanne continued, "When I'm in a relationship, I tend to be exclusive until the relationship is over. And I'm very loyal." This was sounding better and better. I certainly needed loyalty after what I went through with Shawna. And I'm a loyal and exclusive person myself. After dinner Leanne invited me to follow her to her place and come in for coffee and conversation. She had a nice two bedroom apartment and lived by herself. When she sat next to me and snuggled close, I put an arm around her. I looked deeply into her eyes, and before long we were passionately kissing. "Now I KNOW I want to get to know you better," she giggled. "But we can't go to bed until your divorce is final. There's always an outside chance that something could happen to cancel the divorce, and I want to be sure you're free. But we can keep doing this." Our kisses became more passionate. I saw the wanting in her eyes, and I'm sure she knew I was aroused and erect. She broke away and we had some coffee. The ice was definitely broken, and I wanted to continue with her. Before I left, we made a date for the following weekend to walk along the coastline a couple of hours away, and have dinner in a neighboring town. I went back to my place feeling a lot better. The weekend trip was phenomenal, and we were lovers in every sense except for the consummation in bed. We got to know one another a lot better. We sexually teased each other too, though we had to hang back when it got too heavy. She pressed her beautiful knees together when I told her that I would love to taste her pussy and give her orgasms. She made suggestive comments as well. On one of our dates, the inevitable happened. As we were leaving a restaurant, Shawna came in with a guy. When I nudged Leanne, she put her hand in mine and steered us over to them. "Hello, Shawna," I said. "I'd like you to meet my friend Leanne." Shawna forced a smile and said, "Hello Leanne." Leanne squealed, "I'm delighted to meet you, Shawna!" and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. That was not a reaction I expected, but I knew why Leanne did that, and I was pleased that it threw Shawna off guard. Shawna said, "Umm, this is Brad. He's a coworker of mine." I politely shook hands with Brad. He seemed visibly nervous. I said, "Hello Brad. I'm Dan, Shawna's soon-to-be ex-husband." Shawna looked questioningly at Brad for a moment, then asked Leanne what she did for a living. "I'm a locksmith, honey. I set your husband free, if you know what I mean." Leanne's smile told me that she was greatly enjoying this exchange. Shawna looked sheepish, and Leanne used that as a cue to say that we had to get going. In the car, Leanne clapped her hands and laughed. "That was perfect! It couldn't have been better if I'd planned it! It was all I could do not to thank her for sending you to me!" "Yeah, it was great. Did you see Brad squirm the whole time? I wonder what they're talking about now!" When we got to Leanne's apartment, she pulled me inside and had a serious expression. "Has Shawna ever admitted that she was wrong?" I thought for a moment and said, "No - no, she hasn't. Never." "That's what I gathered when I saw her. I could see in her eyes that she knew she screwed up, but that she would never admit it." I wondered where this was going. Then Leanne stood passively and said, "I'm confident that your divorce will go through without any trouble. I want to give myself to you now. If you feel the same way, kiss me and take me to bed." It was a sweet kiss. I took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. I took my time undressing her, and she did the same with me. I was going to eat her pussy, but she said, "I need you inside me!" In spite of how aroused I was, I was able to last a while as we made love. Her groans, her movements under me as I explored the depths of her body, her trembling as I sought to hold back, all served to make the experience one I would never forget. When she crested into her orgasm, I spurted uncontrollably. It was an intense experience. Few words were exchanged as we recovered. Then there were the gentle kisses which became more passionate moment by moment. After a while I couldn't stand it. I HAD to eat her pussy. I maneuvered her on top of me and had her straddle my mouth. She was doubtful at first, with my having spurted inside her, but my persistence paid off, and I hungrily went after her reddish-blonde pussy. I heard her wordless exclamations as I continued to lick and kiss between her legs. It didn't take her long to crest into a tumultuous orgasm, after which she collapsed on top of me. A few minutes later Leanne giggled when she noticed I was fully hard again, and mounted me cowgirl style. As she rocked her hips I grasped her hands and held on. She had a blissful smile and an almost crazed look in her eyes. She must have known that I was near ejaculation, but she just kept pumping. She giggled as I got closer and closer, and finally said, "It's okay - give me all you have!" I couldn't keep my eyes open as I bucked and thrashed under her. I felt spurt after spurt shoot into her, until I surrendered with a big sigh. "Mmmm, that was good!" she murmured. "I want more, though. If I'm sleeping and you want me, take me. Any way you want." She lay by my side, and we both drifted to sleep. I awoke a few hour later, and took her up on her offer. I got between her legs and licked on her pussy. She stirred, and a few incoherent moans later she was wide awake. I loved her taste. Her orgasm wasn't earth shaking, but it went on for a while. Then I entered her and tenderly plowed. I again gave her all I had, and after many spurts, we slept some more. In the following weeks, we did a lot together. I loved the walks along the river, holding hands, sometimes not needing to say anything. We spent nights together, about three times a week, either at my place, or hers. And the sex was phenomenal. It felt good being with a woman who was loyal, even though I knew that the relationship wouldn't go on forever. I was loyal to her as well. The day came, several months after my divorce was final, that Leanne said she was going to move to where her parents were so she could help take care of her dad, whose health was failing. Some would suspect a different motive, but I knew she was telling me the truth. She had about two months to wrap things up with her apartment and job, and get ready. We had intense lovemaking during that time, and some deep talks. "I really care for you a lot, Dan. I enjoy you, your sensitivity, your lovemaking. I will really miss you." We both cried in each others' arms for a while. Then she asked, "Have you forgiven Shawna yet?" My hesitation answered her question. "You need to at some point," Leanne said. "It's for your peace of mind. It's for you, not for her. You don't even have to tell her or let her know. But at some point, before you will be ready for another permanent relationship, you need to do that. For you." Then she kissed me, and one thing led to another, and nature took its course in my bed. The night before she left town, we had another talk. "I want you to promise me something. That if she ever wants to meet with you, to talk to you, do it. For closure. I know how much that affected you. Will you do that, for me?" I knew who she was talking about. I whispered "yes." We had a night of tender lovemaking interspersed with goodbye tears. The next morning, I held her hands and said, "Thank you, Leanne. For everything. I will never forget you." "I'll never ever forget you, Dan. Goodbye and good fortune." And with that, she was off. I spent a couple of weeks in deep introspection, and in a blue mood. Things weren't as bleak as when I had to leave Shawna, and I was in much better shape emotionally than before. During the following year and a half I dated several women. Some of them led to bed, and a few didn't. Lori was soft and tender in her lovemaking, but thought that eating her pussy was too kinky. Nina liked to do things together, but used sex as a reward for getting what she wanted. Maryann wanted a commitment too soon, and I was not ready. The longest lasting, and most intense of those relationships, was with Melissa. To say she was fun was an understatement. She was fiery, volatile, sassy, mouthy, dominant, and submissive. How can a girl be dominant AND submissive? It depended on my reaction. She was always vying for the top spot in our relationship. Only if I stood firm and was myself aggressive did she willingly relent and surrender. Oh, those times were so sweet. When I took control I tried to read her body language to see what she wanted, and most times I was successful. We truly had some intense and good times. I began to call her Miss Sassy Snatch. Ironically, she loved it! The trouble was that Melissa did not have an "off" switch. There was no being equals and mutually supportive. I could never have a permanent relationship or a marriage with someone whom I constantly had to either conquer or submit to. I needed some shared quiet time, where we could sit and enjoy the sunset, or music, or a quiet evening. Oh well. I couldn't deny that I had learned an incredible amount from Miss Sassy Snatch and the others. It was when things had cooled off with Melissa and she was going out with someone else that I got a letter from Shawna. I was nervous as I opened it. It said, Dear Dan, I have an apology and a request for you, and I'd like to do both face to face, if you're okay with that. Can we go out to dinner at Michael's sometime? My treat, of course. Please call and let me know. Your foolish ex-wife, Shawna Wow. Foolish ex-wife? Was that really Shawna? She would never have admitted anything like that when I knew her. Michael's was an upscale eatery with excellent food and service. I remembered what Leanne had said about forgiveness, and my promise to her about closure. Maybe this was my chance. The trouble was, I had tried many times, in my mind, to forgive Shawna. But I didn't know what to forgive. It was too nebulous and ambiguous to say, "I forgive you for being a bitch," or "for being stupid." I had to have some time to think about that. I put the letter down and went to bed. Sleep was restless, and I had confusing dreams. The following evening I worked up the nerve to call Shawna and schedule the dinner for three days hence, on a Friday. She had never seen my place and asked if she could come over and pick me up. I agreed. Without knowing why, I was a jumble of nerves for the three intervening days. I was curious what she would say, and about the request. I didn't know if I really wanted to see Shawna. When she rang the bell at my place, I opened the door and invited her in. She looked older and she had a little less of the naive self-assured overconfidence of her past. She appeared deeper, and more thoughtful compared with the Shawna that I married and divorced. She still wore her dark hair long and with bangs. Her dress settled above the knee, and she was bare-legged. It looked like she kept in good physical shape. I showed her around at my place, which was a different apartment from the one I had when I moved out of the rental house. Then we got in her car and headed for Michael's. We didn't say much on the way over. I tried to appear pleasant, although some old memories were surfacing. I knew I hadn't forgiven her yet. Leanne had told me that when I could recall the memories without any emotional reaction, then I'd be ready. We were shown a table and, after a few minutes, had our drinks and had ordered dinner. The eight hundred pound gorilla was still in the room. "Well, Dan," Shawna began, with a big sigh, "A lot has happened since we separated. First, and simply, I'm sorry. Sorry that I treated you so badly, sorry that I still had that emotional baggage when we got married, and sorry that I lost my way." Her voice was shaking. I didn't want a scene in the restaurant, and tried to reassure her. "Shawna -" "I know," she said, "I'm about to lose it. Let me try to get it all out there. The problem wasn't you, the problem wasn't that this guy at work was trying to build an emotional wall around me and exclude you from it. I should have seen through that. No, the problem was that I didn't want to be married, and I didn't know how or why. None of this was conscious thinking. When I saw your writing about 'game over' I knew the game really was over, and that I had to solve my personal problems by myself." I almost grinned at the mental picture of her seeing the smashed cock cage, the pecker tracks, and the stark statement on her pillowcase. She sniffled. "When I saw you with that cute redhead, that was one of the worst days of my life. It was like she stripped my soul bare and saw everything, good and bad, that I was. The way she greeted me was her way of thanking me for driving you away. Her smirk said that she had the better deal. And she did." Well, well, that showed that Shawna wasn't stupid. She'd been a foolish bitch, but she wasn't stupid. She continued, "And before you ask, yes, Brad was the one who I foolishly listened to. And yes, we fucked, but not before you moved out. The day I saw you and that redhead, I was so upset - with Brad, and with myself. We had dinner there, and after we ate, he went to the restroom. I used that chance to leave and took a cab home. It was a half hour later that he called me. I took pleasure in telling him that I left, and that we were not going to go out again. "That day was a turning point for me. There was no way I could go back to you then, even though I knew I'd screwed up royally. My pride wouldn't let me. I realized I needed help. So I asked around and got a really good counselor. She wasn't easy on me. She put me through the wringer. With her help, I conquered my demons. "I want you to know that I'm a totally different person now. What's that saying, sadder but wiser?" I asked, "What were the demons that you had to slay?" "Mostly my relationship with my father. When I got to be an adult, I had to be in control all the time. It was stressful, and it took an emotional toll. He was very controlling, so I had to be even more so. Another demon was my inability to open myself up emotionally, to admit having made a mistake, to apologize. As you can see, that demon is gone." She smiled sardonically. "Also," she continued, "I needed to ask your forgiveness. In person. So, Dan, can you forgive me my headstrong foolishness?" Her eyes were deep and glistening. She WAS opening herself up to me. She was letting herself be vulnerable. "Shawna, I've wanted to forgive. But I didn't know what it was that I'd be forgiving, until now. So yes, I want to. It may take time, but I really want to. Is that what your request was?" She smiled nervously. "No, my request is something else. When we go back to your place, I'll ask you then. It would be too humiliating if I did that here." She put her hand on mine, tenderly. "You'll understand when I do it." Our dinner came, and we talked through it. Shawna mentioned that after she broke it off with Brad, she couldn't get a date for a while. Everyone seemed to know what she'd done to me with the cock cage and broken promises, and no man would trust her enough to be around her, and certainly not to get intimate. Leanne must have had something to do with that, which made me smile. I mentally thanked her again for her loyalty. Shawna said she had tested disease-free and had not been with a man in several months. I updated Shawna on my life, my deep relationship with Leanne, her moving away, and my times with Miss Sassy Snatch. She laughed at that nickname. We'd consumed a full bottle of wine by the time we finished dinner, and I suggested coffee at my place. She settled the tab and drove us back. As soon as we got into my living room, Shawna grasped my shoulders, and, with a look of fear in her eyes, said, "I might as well get this out now." Then as I stood, she knelt in front of me. "I am sorry for my past actions, and I know I'll never do anything like that again. I don't know if you have, or could have, feelings for me, but I've got to ask. Please take me back. I will never refuse you anything, as long as it's just the two of us. I want to delight you, to give you pleasure, and to make your dick hard." She smiled ruefully at that last phrase. Tears were streaming from her eyes. Truth be told, my dick was hard. Seeing her kneel before me and hearing her words of repentance convinced me that she had changed. I knew I had changed. And, her submissiveness in front of me was greatly arousing. I pulled her up, and held her close. She cried harder. I waited until she calmed down, and then I went to fix the coffee. After I poured the coffee and we had each taken a sip, I had some ideas about handling the situation. It was time to have my say. "Shawna," I began, "I can see that you've changed, and I can't deny that I like what I see. It would take some time to regain the trust I had in you. Before we can get emotionally entwined, I want to be able to forgive you completely. You don't have to apologize any more. And, my dick IS hard. I want to experience your pussy tonight." Her dark hair framed her wide eyes as she nodded. We finished our coffee, and I led her to the bedroom. She stood passively as I undressed her. I liked that. For this to be long term, she'd have to be more yielding to me. I put my finger in her dark haired pussy. She was very wet and creamy. She smiled. "I want you, Dan." I nudged her on the bed and took off my clothes. This was not going to be lovemaking; this was only sex. She spread her legs as I got on the bed. Her whole body was trembling. With no preliminaries, I slid inside her all the way. She gasped. She wrapped her arms around me when I lay on top of her. Her eyes were so liquid and deep. Quite captivating. Gently at first, I started thrusting in and out. With each thrust inward, she gasped. I thrust harder. Her gasps were louder, and her eyes wider. After a few moments of my hard thrusting, she closed her eyes, pressed her lips together, and shook with a vaginal orgasm. Soon after, she had another one. Then I released a torrent of cum inside her. We rested in the sweet afterglow. It was not my plan to have her stay the night, but we both were so drained that we couldn't help falling asleep. I awoke a few hours later with Shawna's body next to mine. Bright eyes and a contented smile graced her face. And, my dick was hard. Shawna mounted me cowgirl style. She energetically pumped her hips with me inside her. It felt good. After she had a vaginal orgasm, I got on top of her. Then I probed her pussy with my engorged cock, as far as I could go inside her. Sometimes I would keep still, simply enjoying the connected feeling. Then I'd slowly and tenderly thrust. It was about fifteen minutes of this, and my orgasm overtook me. I spurted everything I had. And then I stayed inside her. I saw a single tear run from her eye. Then I realized that we had made love. "Shawna," I whispered. "Yes?" "I forgive you." That started the waterworks again. "Thank God!" she cried. "And thank you, Dan!" She was all over me, kissing me and panting, while her tears freely fell on my face. A session as we just had experienced would have never happened with the previous Shawna. I smiled and we both went back to sleep. The next day we went for a drive to a secluded place and had some deep discussions. "What will it take for you to trust me again?" she asked. "Well, I'm never going to wear a cock cage again," I began, "And no bondage. That would be my rule no matter who I'd end up with. I liked seeing your submissive side. I want you to open up to me more, like you did last night. It will probably just take some time. I've changed, too, and I want to be sure that we're compatible." She smiled. "I'll have to work on opening up to you. It made me feel so safe, giving up control for a while. I need lots of practice doing that. And it'll be fun." Damn. My dick was hard again. I definitely intended to take the lead more often with her. "That's good," I said. "I don't want a slave, and I don't want to be a master or a dom. I will be guiding things in and out of the bedroom more than before. Also, I want to take you in the tail. Tonight." Shawna's eyes opened wider. "Back there?" I nodded. When we'd been married I never asked that of her. "Have you ever done that?" "No... But I did say I wouldn't deny you anything. So yes, I agree. And I'm looking forward to giving you that pleasure!" She put her hand on mine and smiled. I wanted to take her right then. But I controlled myself. Back at my place that evening after dinner, I had her get undressed, and I took my clothes off. My cock sprang forth, aroused and ready. She knelt submissively in front of me and said, "I know you won't hurt me. I'm ready. Just tell me what you want me to do." Aroused almost beyond words, I had her get up and get on the bed on her hands and knees. I retrieved a bottle of lubricant and worked some of it inside her. Wow, she was tight around my finger. I wondered if I was going to be able to get my cock in there. She relaxed as I put more lubricant inside her. Then I lubricated my cock. I brusquely spread her nether cheeks apart and whispered, "Relax as much as you can, Shawna." Then I placed the tip of my erection against her puckered hole. I gradually gave more pressure until I was barely inside her. She threw her head back. "Ahhhhhhh!" "Are you okay?" "Uhhh! Yes. Please stay like that for a little bit." I had my hands on her hips as she panted. After a few moments she said, "Okay, a little more..." I worked my cock back and forth inside her, slowly advancing with each inward thrust. Shawna's moans were incredibly arousing. Then I moved one hand in front to her pussy and began to stimulate her clitoris. Her moans became excited and sensual. By the time I was all the way inside her, she was pushing back and forth against my cock. When she crested, I couldn't hold back any longer, and emptied a healthy serving inside her. "Oh, that was incredible!" she exclaimed afterward. "It was also sexy because I had to submit to you." This was getting good. Her attitude had changed completely from when she was my wife. All I had to do was see if it would last. "I definitely want to do that more often," I said. She smiled. "As often as you want." "Okay, get on the bed," I instructed. She had a momentary look of panic on her face. Then, surrendering, she whispered, "Okay," and got in doggy position again. I laughed to myself. "It's okay, Shawna. If you're sore, we can wait. I was just seeing if you really would." She sighed. "Thank you. I won't refuse you, but I appreciate your not wanting it to hurt." I took her in my arms. "It's not refusing if you say you're afraid it'll hurt, or if you're too sore. Now let's get in the shower." We spent considerable time in the shower. I stroked her clit until she orgasmed, and she took me in her mouth and gulped down every drop when I spurted. A few days later we were talking at dinner, and Shawna said she didn't understand how word spread so fast to the guys around her, about what she had done. I told her, "Brad probably bragged about it. I told my friends who helped me move out, but I don't think they were the ones." "What about that redhead?" I thought for a moment. I couldn't help a wistful smile. Based on Leanne's asking me for details about Shawna and where she worked, I put two and two together and deduced that it was her. "It could have been her," I stated. "I didn't put her up to it, but she was very loyal to me, and I valued that quality in her." Shawna's eyes got wet. "I'll be loyal to you," she said. "I'll be at least as loyal as she was. All I need is time to show you. And I'll be true to you." Then she took my hand in hers. "I'm sorry for what I did." "Shhh. No more sorry, okay?" She tried to smile. But that made her tears flow. I quietly held her until she composed herself. We spent every night together. Shawna was consistent in her yielding to me, and it was fun having her "practice" opening up to me. It was like driving a new sports car and being surprised at how responsive and accommodating it was. Frankly, though, her extreme effort at pleasing me worried me a little. I wondered if she'd decide sometime that she'd had enough, and revert to having to be in control. So I suggested that a couple of nights a week we would do what she wanted. My requirement was that her getting us to do what she wanted, had to be non-verbal. Using body language, touches, and clues other than words, she'd communicate what she wanted, and I'd go along. That was beneficial beyond my wildest dreams, and it heightened our awareness of each other's bodies, moods, and desires. The first Shawna's Night, she began to undress me, and followed by removing her own clothes. She got on the bed and gently guided my mouth to her pussy. I always enjoyed eating pussy, and I got her to crest twice. Then she got me on my back and mounted me cowgirl style. That was also a favorite of mine, and it was incredibly sexy seeing her hair sway as she rode me. Sometimes she'd stop, and just feel me inside her. Her lustful smile at those times drove me wild. Then she'd start up again, slowly, and pump until I couldn't hold back anymore. Another time, she undressed us, and got on the bed on her hands and knees. She handed me the lubricant and pointed to her tight nether portal. I fucked her that way for some time before I made her cum and released my own torrent inside her. Soon after that, she gushed, "I love you." I had thought about it for some time, so I said, "I love you too." It was the truth. I wasn't about to suggest that we get married yet, but we had to be in love again before that would happen. We made tender love that night. And the next night. And the one after that. Since we were together every night, I suggested that she move in with me. I did ask her if she was ready for that step. "I'm ready, Dan. I've been ready for a while, but it wasn't my place to make the first move. I'll be faithful to you. Forevermore." Then she got an insecure look on her face, and asked, "We are exclusive, aren't we?" It was kind of cute. I grabbed her and pressed in for urgent kisses. I said, "Does that answer your question? Of course we're exclusive." She spent the night showing me how much she appreciated that. I was very tired the next day. Tired but happy. One day Shawna came home from work laughing. "I had a wonderful day," she said. "I had lunch with my brother, and who should see us there but Brad! He walked over to us and said that he was sure I'd gone back to you. So I said, 'If you must know, I apologized to him and got down on my knees and asked him to take me back. And he takes me in the tail whenever he wants!' Alan [her brother] tried not to laugh at that last thing I said. So then Brad says, 'You're stepping out on him now?' That's when Alan said, "Actually, I'm her brother. And I have conceal and carry.' Brad turned white and quickly walked away." I smiled at that. Brad wasn't very smart. After about another month of intense sex, I was sure that Shawna, version 2, was the woman I wanted. She was happier and more spry, and sex with her was phenomenal. We went to visit Shawna's mom. Shawna, of course, had told her almost everything about our breakup and her subsequent therapy. I say "almost everything" because she appropriately left out the part of the cock cage and sex games. Shawna's mom was a little sheepish when she told me, "I should have stood up to her father more when we were together. Maybe Shawna would have been better equipped for a permanent relationship then." "No, mom," Shawna replied. "I mean, yes about the standing up to dad part, but I dragged my emotional baggage into the marriage. But things are better now." Indeed they were. "What's in the future for you two?" her mom asked. I immediately said, "We're thinking of tying the knot again. Aren't we, Shawna?" Actually, we hadn't discussed it. For an instant there was a shocked expression on Shawna's face. Then a look of glee as she rushed over to me, hopped up and down a few times, and threw her arms around me. "Oh, yes, love," she cried, "We are!" Three months later we were remarried in a small ceremony with her mom, my parents, and her brother present. Our honeymoon was better than the first one, with deeper love accentuating the good sex. Shawna turned up pregnant after a few months, and that was okay with me. We had a daughter who we named Brandi. The pregnancy was difficult on Shawna, and after Brandi was born she was advised not to have any more children. We took that in stride, since we weren't set on having a large family. As the years went by, Shawna stayed in great physical shape. We made love frequently, and had lusty sex other times. I truly never got tired of her pussy. We arranged for time for ourselves when Brandi was growing up, which was good for all of us, Brandi included. Our daughter Brandi is now in her early forties, and I'm in the position of contemplating the end of my days. I have a terminal medical condition, and don't want to go into a lot of detail. When we found out, Shawna cried a lot, and said that God was punishing her by taking me away from her. I told her that was silly nonsense, that people get sick and die all the time. She knows I've forgiven everything, but I have doubts that she's forgiven herself. I've had a lot of time to think, and I'm very grateful to Leanne for her words on closure and forgiveness. I've thought about the times I've done some wrongs to people, omissions as well as actions, and I'm asking those involved for forgiveness. Not verbally, but in my heart. There are times when I'm about to drift off to sleep, and I feel an incredible love surrounding me. I'm sure that's a sign of what it's like on the other side. It's not a religious thing, though it is a spiritual feeling. All in all, I think Shawna and I and Brandi have done well. I'm about to go on palliative care, which means I get to eat anything I want, and they'll try to keep me pain free and as comfortable as possible until my body gives up. I've come to think of my body now as a cage. I'm not eager to die, as I know it'll be hard for Shawna, but lying in bed all the time, well, I'm not crazy about doing that. So there will be a time, soon, when I truly will be caged no more. +~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Wow, what a story! I'm Brandi, and I'm trying to be there for my mom (Shawna) in the months since dad (Dan) passed away. I'm going to have to have some serious discussions with mom so she won't keep blaming herself. I want her to have some fun before SHE dies. I remember my dad saying several times that it was his goal that when I turned eighteen, I could honestly say that I had a happy childhood. And I CAN say that! My dad was a patient teacher. He taught me his values, and the greatest legacy I can give him is to impart those same values to my kids. And, Leanne, wherever you are, thank you for being good to him, and for your support at a time when he needed it. And, thank you Miss Sassy Snatch, wherever you are, you did a lot of good too! I feel sort of weird saying that about my dad and other women, but they were important people in his life. Now I've got to find that mom of mine and show her the story of her and my dad that I just found. ----- This story is copyright 2015 by (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. Please see my other stories at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

Author: SuperSarah Title: Little Nancy's Big Break Part: 1 of 2 Summary: Nancy (14) is thrilled to get an audition with theatre producer Mike Butler. She gets a lot more than she bargained for... Keywords: Mf, 1st, oral, anal, nc*, reluc, real, true Ever since my first taste of the limelight, when I was cast as Mary in the nativity play at my primary school, I had dreamed of becoming an actress. From the age of 9 all I wanted for Christmas or birthday presents was to be taken to see a show in the West End, and especially musicals, which were my favourite. My dad always always used to encourage me to follow my dreams, and bought me countless DVDs and sheet music books of the latest musicals from Andrew Lloyd Webber to Broadway hits, Rogers and Hammerstein and everything in between. I was a committed member of my local drama school on Saturdays, and was lucky to be cast in some great roles in kids productions. On my 10th birthday my dad took me to see a professional singing teacher, and then paid for weekly singing lessons and all my exam fees. By the age of 12 I had already passed Grade 5 singing and played the lead as Tracy Turnblad in my drama school's production of 'Hairspray'. That role led to other acting opportunities, including being spotted by a talent scout who invited me to join our local professional theatre's youth company. I had an acting CV as good as any girl my age, and knew in my heart that I was destined to be on the professional stage when I grew up. Three months before my 14th birthday my dad tragically died suddenly of a heart attack and my world came crashing down. My mum was sick with grief for several weeks, and I was completely devastated. Gone was not only my lovely dad, but also the main supporter of my dream to pursue an acting career. Dad's death couldn't have come at a worse time, as this year was really important for me to prepare for professional auditions and (hopefully!) paid work after I turned 14. Before he died, dad had been researching agency contacts and opportunities for me to perform in professional productions, and I was anxious that mum wouldn't have the same enthusiasm or time to follow all this up properly. I pestered her every week to try and arrange these interviews and auditions for me, but as she was so busy with work and so exhausted all the time greiving for dad, I ended up doing a lot of the groundwork myself over the internet. I used to spend my evenings after school looking up agencies and drama courses and workshops that might get me noticed by the right people, and soon realised that there was a bewildering amount of options available for people my age. One Saturday at drama school we had a visit from two ex-students who gave a talk about how to get ahead in the competitive world of theatre, and the thing they recommended most strongly is that I should get myself an agent who could find work and opportunities for me. They said the best agents were people who also had actually worked in the theatre themselves, often as producers and directors, and that I would basically be wasting my time (and money!) with anyone else. It was great to get the inside knowledge about all this, and that night when I got home I started looking at agency websites with a more critical eye. Over the next six weeks I compiled a shortlist of agents with the right sort of background, and showed this to mum a few weeks before my birthday. All the agents I had selected charged a fee for the initial interview, and those at the top of my list would cost up to 250 for the first stage audition/interview. Mum soon realised from my hopeful expression that this was what I wanted for my birthday present, and burst into tears as she told me that with dad gone there was no way she could afford this kind of expenditure. She said how sorry she was, but she only had her modest income from her job at the supermarket, and I would just have to wait for opportunities to come along that didn't cost an arm and a leg. She told me not to worry, I was a very talented actress and my time would come, but she really couldn't justify spending that sort of money as things stood. We both went to bed feeling sad: mum because she felt she couldn't provide for my needs, and me not just because I might not be able to follow my dreams, but also because I'd thoughtlessly put my mum in such an awkward posiiton. When my 14th birthday came, my mum passed me a plain white envelope at the breakfast table and wished me happy birthday. Normally I'd have a few presents to unwrap, but this year there was only this envelope. I opened it, wondering unhappily if finances were so bad that all she could afford was a birthday card. Inside there was a birthday card as I expected, but inside that was a folded sheet of paper which I opened and my heart missed a beat. It was a letter on the personal headed notepaper of the legendary Michael Butler, 'Theatrical Agent & Impressario', inviting me to an audition at his private studio in Soho, in only two weeks' time! Mike Butler was an extremely well-connected agent, and had been the name at the top of my list, and I couldn't believe that mum had somehow found the 250 fee to get me the appointment. My eyes filled with tears of happiness and I hugged mum so tight, thanking her from the bottom of my heart for the amazing opportunity. I asked her how she had found the money, and she smiled at me and said that wasn't my concern, she was just glad if the interview would give me the big break I always dreamed of. I pressed her about the money, and she admitted that she had sold some of grandma's jewelry to raise the cash, but she gave me a reassuring hug and told me I was not to worry about that... my future was worth every penny. It was quite simply the best birthday present I'd ever had! For the next two weeks we thought about nothing else. I had to prepare two scenes from an unpublished script Mr Butler had sent along with the letter, and memorise a short poem of my choice. Mum and I rehearsed everything over and over again until I was completely word perfect. We went shopping a week before and I got a haircut and mum bought me a new leotard and dance shoes. I spent ages in my room practising my stretches and all the dance moves I had learned up to now, in preparation for the dance audition. Mum even paid for two extra singing lessons with my teacher, who helped me polish my two best songs to near perfection in readiness for my big day. The night before my audition I went to bed with my bag all packed, hardly able to sleep with nervous excitement. I had a strong feeling that tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of my life! On the Sunday mum drove me into London, down Oxford Street, through Picadilly Circus and up into theatre land where I had seen so many shows over the years with my dad. We found the entrance to Mike Butler's studio, an unremarkable door on a little side street near the market in Soho, with a shiny brass plate which simply read 'Michael Butler Agency'. Mum waited in the car while I got out with all my things and rang the buzzer, my heart beating so fast that I had to take a few deep breaths to steady myself. "Hello?", said a voice via the intercom; "It's Nancy Bates to see Mr Butler", I replied. "It's open, come on up, first floor", said the voice, and I heard a buzzer as the door unlocked. I turned to wave goodbye to mum, took a deep breath, and went in. As the door swung shut behind me I found myself in a well-lit entrance hall with stairs leading up to the first floor. The walls were covered with framed posters of some of the hit musicals Mike Butler had worked on over a successful career spanning nearly thirty years, as well as a lot of framed photos of some of the best-known musical theatre stars in the business. As I climed the stairs I realised I was walking on thick red carpet, and smiled to myself at how appropriate that was... this guy was West End royalty after all! I turned the corner at the top of the stairs and there was another door with a knocker on it. I waited a few moments and then timidly knocked on the door, checking my hair and clothes in the full-length mirror on the wall. I told myself to smile and be confident and be myself, and it would all work out OK, but I still felt sick with nerves as I waited all alone quite literally on the threshold of my future. "Nancy, how lovely to see you, thank you for coming", said Mike as he opened the door, smiling down at me and gesturing me to come inside. He ushered me into a very smart apartment entrance hall with more theatrical artwork on the walls. "Come through to the sitting room. I'm just making coffee, would you like some?". I said yes please, white and no sugar, and he nodded and pointed me along the corridor to the sitting room. "Make yourself at home, Nancy. Take a seat and I'll be right with you", he called from the kitchen. I went into the luxuriously furnished sitting room and sat down on one of two huge red leather sofas, clutching my bag and marvelling at the expensive-looking rugs, antique tables and bookshelves, and the most extravagant heavy velvet curtains I'd ever seen. It was obviously the home of someone with a taste for the theatrical! Mike appeared a few moments later carrying a tray with a cafetiere and two cups, put them down on the coffee table and sat down beside me on the sofa. "Hi, I'm Mike", he said. "Do call me Mike, won't you? 'Mr Butler' is so formal and it makes me feel so old", he laughed, shaking my hand and smiling at me warmly. I was grateful for his trying to put me at my ease with him, and smiled back sweetly, trying to ignore the pounding of my nervous heart in my chest! "So Nancy, you want to work in the West End?", he asked, pouring coffee for us both. "Yes sir... I mean MIke, yes Mike", I blurted to my horror, making a complete goof of myself right from the start. He smiled at me, patted my knee, handed me the cup of coffee and told me not to be nervous. "Don't worry, I get a lot of girls here who are more nervous than you, I'm sure. I have a knack for people, I guess you could say I've made a career out of it. I can see beyond nerves, behind the mask, some say even into the soul of an actor", he said, looking very intently into my eyes. I felt myself blushing and he laughed lightly and sat back with his coffee and asked me to tell me about myself. I told him all about my acting experience, and about my singing exams and my hopes for my career. He listened intently and made notes on a tablet, asking the occasional question to clarify a few minor details. It seemed like my entire lifetime as an actress up to that point flashed past in a few short minutes, and when I'd finished I wondered whether I had done enough to impress someone as experienced as the great Mike Butler. Mike however seemed pleased with everything I'd done, and smiled encouragingly as he finished making his notes and flipped his tablet shut. "OK well that all sounds very good Nancy. You've done quite a lot already for a girl of 14, and you're only 4'10" tall, right? You're definitely the sort of petite girl I'm looking at for a couple of projects coming up". My heart leapt at his words, and I couldn't stop a broad smile passing over my face. "Right, well I suppose we'd better crack on with the audition stuff, if that's alright with you", he said, getting up from the sofa. "I trust you've prepared all the material I sent you?". I said yes, I had everything ready, and stood up to follow him back to the hallway. He looked down at my T shirt, leggings and trainers and asked me if I'd brought some other clothes to dance in and I said yes, showing him my leotard and new dance shoes in my bag. I followed him down the corridor to the door at the end, and he led me into a large room with no windows which he said was his home studio. He put on some lights and sat down at the grand piano and told me to get comfortable and read him my poem when I was ready. The room was oddly furnished. Apart from the grand piano there was a black leather sofa and armchair, a coffee table with an antique telephone on it, a massive desk, two free-standing tapestry screens, a number of full-length mirrors and four large video cameras on tripods, one in each corner. Mike pointed to the video cameras and said he always filmed auditions, for future reference and callbacks as required, and asked me if I was OK being filmed. I said yes of course and did what my drama teacher had taught me and made a mental note not to look into any of the cameras (as it makes you look a total newbie!). I asked Mike where I should stand to read my poem and he said I should wherever I wanted, just relax in the space and make it my own. I put my bag on the desk, took a few moments to get my thoughts together, took up a position near the piano and began reciting my poem. I had barely got through the second line of my poem when Mike held his hand up and said stop. I was mortified, having rehearsed it so carefully over the past couple of weeks. "Stop", he said, "you need to speak up Nancy. My microphones are pretty sensitive, but audiences aren't, so don't be shy. Let's try it again loud and proud". I centred and started again, bolder this time, not wanting to blow this audition at this early stage. This time I got to line four, and he stopped me again. "There's no need to shout, darling. This isn't amateur dramatics or the school play. And put a little feeling into it, why don't you? Again, from the top!". I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and I knew I had to pull myself together if I was going to have any chance at impressing Mike. I composed myself and started again, putting every ounce of feeling into it. I can't tell you how relieved I was when I got to the end and Mike clapped and told me that wasn't half bad. "OK Nancy, so I sent you two scenes. I'd like you to read the one from Act 2. I'll play Roger and you're Emily, we've just survived a mass shooting and we're hiding together in a lift, OK?" I nodded and went through my well-rehearsed checklist to get myself into character. The scene called for some quite intimate dialogue and a kiss, and I was a bit nervous about how that would work out, but Mike was obviously eager to get started, so I just threw caution to the wind and decided to play it as realistically as I could. Mike had us standing behind the piano, and moved the two screens to make a kind of makeshift lift, and we got straight into it. The scene was going well, and I knew the kiss was coming up very soon, and I felt so nervous. Mike pulled me to him and we hugged and I tried not to show how awkward I felt, and then he bent his head down to kiss me. I assumed we wouldn't actually touch lips, but as Mike's mouth met mine I realised that he was expecting real passion. I felt his tongue on my lips and just opened my mouth and let him kiss me how he wanted. It was the longest kiss of my life so far! His tongue swirled slowly and sensually in my mouth and I felt my breath being taken away as Mike's mouth enveloped mine completely. His arm was around my shoulders and he leaned me over backwards, holding me totally securely in his strong arms and kissing me like a real Hollywood star. I felt so grown up right then! I don't know how I managed to finish the scene but I made it, and Mike broke character and said thanks, that was mostly great, and now would I like to sit down. My heart was still fluttering slightly after the passionate kiss as Mike sat down on the sofa next to me and put his hand on my knee. He said my acting was certainly good enough in the main, but there were one or two things that I would need to work on if I was going to progress to the next stage of auditions. He said my body language had been a bit wooden, and, there was no easy way to say it, was I a virgin? I blushed bright red at the question. I had only ever had what was basically accidental sex one time with an older boy in the changing rooms at Saturday school, but I was not really what you would call a party girl. I said I wasn't a virgin and he said "OK fair enough, I suppose you're just a bit young for what I'm looking for". I said I would work on my body language, and could he give me some help with it maybe. I tried not to sound too desperate, but I could see that he was already mentally assigning me to the disard pile because of my wooden performance. "I'll do anything to improve, Mike, I promise. Just give me a chance?". He looked at me intently for a few moments and then stood up. "OK Nancy, if you want me to help you then we need to establish some rules first. Rule One: you do exactly as I say, right away, no backchat, no arguments. OK"? "Yes OK of course yes thank you Mike!". "Alright. Rule Two: you don't discuss any aspect of the training with anyone, and I mean ANYONE. I can't afford to have silly little girls giving away all my trade secrets. OK"? "Yes Mike, I promise I can keep secrets, that's no problem", I said, my heart lifting again with this second chance. "Good, and Rule Three: you are not to touch alcohol or drugs between sessions. No exceptions. I will be checking up on you". That one was easy, as I had never actually tasted alcohol and I didn't know anyone who smoked weed or did drugs or anything. "Rule Three OK", I beamed at Mike, who seemed satisfied and sat back down on the sofa next to me. "What time is your mother picking you up", he asked. "You said 8pm, right", I said. "Fine", he said, "that gives us just over three hours then. Now get undressed". He could see I was shocked, but a promise was a promise and a rule was a rule, so I started taking off my jacket, wondering where he was going with this. "You can leave your underwear on", he said as he got up and started playing a tune on the piano. I felt so relieved about that and quickly pulled off my T shirt and leggings and stood up to show him my body. He looked over from the piano and asked me what bra size I wore, and I replied 32B, looking down bashfully at my small chest in my best ivory bra. I felt so self-conscious standing there while he looked me over, but I put a brave and confident face on it as best I could. "Turn around", he said, watching me as I did a graceful twirl like I'd learned in dance class. "Good", he said. "You've got a nice little figure". I smiled back at him hopefully as he stood up and rummaged in a cupboard near the desk. "Put these on", he said as he tossed me a pile of clothes. It was basically a cheerleader outfit, similar to one I'd worn before at Saturday school, and I wasted no time in climbing into the tight shorts and vest top, giving Mike a twirl again when I was ready. "Can you do the splits", he asked, casually playing the piano again while I nodded eagerly and did a couple of loose stretches before dropping into a near-perfect split right next to the piano, with a big confdent grin for my audience like I'd been taught. "Good girl. Nice to see someone with decent flexibility at last", he nodded. "Let's see you touch your toes Nancy... can you get your hands flat on the floor?" I stood up and faced him and bent down and put my elbows on the floor, smiling up at him. "Excellent", he beamed. "You're quite the little athlete aren't you, Nancy? Let's see how long you can hold that position... counting ... now". I grinned and embraced the ache in my legs as Mike got up and walked around keeping the count. I knew I could hold that position as long as I wanted, and felt really thrilled that at last something was going right for me. Mike got to thirty and then stood behind me while I grinned up at him from between my legs. He moved closer and I was shocked when I felt his hand smoothing the shorts over my bottom. "Not a bad fit", he said, pulling the shorts around a little to get them just where he wanted them. I felt a bit exposed but wasn't going to forget Rule One in a hurry, so just let him fiddle with the costume how he liked. He patted my bottom and told me I could relax now, that costume just wasn't right for me, let's try another. He fished around in the cupboard again and brought out a ballerina outfit. I was already down to my underwear again when he threw it over to me, and was dressed in less than a minute. "It doesn't look right with the trainers, babe", he said, "you'll have to put these on". Over came a pair of soft white ballet shoes, which I soon had strapped on correctly. Time to impress with my ballet moves, I thought, as I strutted about in my tutu on point, watching Mike to see his reaction. "So you've done some ballet already, that's good", he said. "Can I see you put your leg up the wall over there... keep it as straight as you can. I want to check a couple of things". I danced over to the wall near the piano and kicked my little leg above my head and inched towards the wall until I was almost doing a full split. Mike wheeled himself over to me on the piano stool and sat with his back against the wall looking closely at how the tutu fitted me. It felt kind of intimate, but I kept my stage smile fixed as he adjusted the straps around my shoulders and smoothed out the silky material over my tummy. I gasped when i felt his finger inside the gusset of the leotard, pulling the material tight between my legs, then checking with his hands how it all fitted over my bottom. I couldn't help blushing slightly when he straightened up and pulled on the gusset again and I felt it snap back against my mound. "No, it's just not quite right", he said, looking a little disappointed. "One last option", he said, as he went to the cupboard again. "I suppose this one might just work... let's see". He brought over a pair of black shoes, green kneelength socks, a dark green pleated skirt, white blouse with red and yellow tie, and a green cardigan with what looked suspiciously like a Hogwarts badge on it. I was so excited as I shed the ballerina outfit and put on the school uniform in no seconds flat while Mike watched me closely. I knew he had been involved in making two of the Harry Potter movies... maybe this would be my big break! "Mmm. Interesting", said Mike, standing back to take in the full effect of my latest costume change. "Very good Nancy. Let's have you sitting on the sofa, shall we, and if you'd like to pick up the telephone here and let's say you're at boarding school phoning home to your mum, OK?". I grabbed the antique phone and went straight into a conversation with my imaginary mum while Mike paced around me, looking at me from every angle. I sat there looking just like Hermione Granger and discussing holiday plans with my 'mum' as Mike stood in front of me stroking his chin. I suppose you could say that moment was the end of my childhood. I say that because the next thing that happened totally took me by surprise, and changed my life forever. I was holding the phone between my knees and had the earpiece to my ear as Mike stood over me watching. I watched in disbelief as slowly, casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor. My mouth fell open as I saw his adult cock right in front of me, looking semi-hard and rather hairy. He kept motioning to me to keep talking while he stroked his dick and I stuttered and gasped my way through some improvised lines. "That's good Nancy", he said encouragingly, "keep talking". I did as I was told, unable to keep my eyes from watching as his cock slowly thickened and engorged until he was stroking a stiff 7 inch thick beast right over me as I sat on the sofa in my school uniform. "Let's pretend you're at school and you've been sexually assaulted by one of the teachers in the changing rooms... tell your mum all the gory details, you're confused, scared, anxious about confronting the teacher, not knowing where to turn... you get the idea, babe? OK. Go!" I tried to put the heavy irony to the back of my mind and went into a weepy tale about how Professor Lockhart has touched me and I don't know what to do. "Mmm", he murmured, "that's very good Nancy. Now suck my cock". He could sense my hesitation and quickly reminded me that Rule One applied here, and I'd better get on with it or it would look bad on my video. I frowned and considered my options for five seconds but didn't like the look of the alternative at all, so with heavy heart I sat forward on the sofa and let Mike Butler put his cock in my mouth. I had never tasted cock before and I wasn't surprised that I didn't like it much. After the initial dip between my lips he pulled his dick out and wiped it all over my face, smearing my saliva and some ooze from his tip onto my cheeks and forehead. "Suck it Nancy", he urged, "that's a good girl". He pressed his bulbous tip against my lips until I reluctantly opened them again and felt his helmet slide across my tongue. "This your first cock, honey?", he enquired. I looked up at him nodded meekly with his cock still in my mouth... I felt so dirty and bad and I didn't know what to do. "Thought so", he smiled. "Just relax and we can take it easy to start, warm you up to it a little bit, eh?" He stroked my head as he slowly let his dick slide in and out of my mouth. "Try sucking a little harder, sweetheart, get it nice and hard for Uncle Mike". I pursed my lips for better suction and looked up at Mike for a signal that I was doing it right, but he wasn't even looking at me... he had his eyes closed with my head in both hands as he slowly fucked my little mouth. This had been going on for only a few minutes when Mike looked down at me and asked me how I liked sucking a grown man's dick. Did I think it was pretty big? Was I ready to take a little more, and be a bit more of a grown-up girl for Uncle Mike? I guessed I wasn't really going to have a say in it, and just nodded slightly as his cock pulled out of my mouth and he smeared juices all over my blushing face again. I didn't see what else I could do. "OK so this next one is called deepthroat, and it doesn't take a genius to work out what's involved, right?" said Mike as he helped me take off the cardigan and the tie and blouse. "Want to whip off your bra there as well, honey, as it's just going to get in the way, alright?". I have always been really shy about my breasts, but there didn't seem much point being embarrassed at this point, so I quickly unclipped and shrugged off my bra and sat there topless almost without blushing. Mike bent down and cupped my small breasts in his big hands, and I felt a tingle in my tummy as he teased and flicked my little nipples before standing up again and steering his cock back towards my mouth. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you", he said, as his cock sank between my lips for the hundredth time. It turned out that deepthroat wasn't as difficult as I feared. Mike pushed his cock in firmly, all the way to the back of my throat. I choked and coughed and spluttered a bit at first as I felt his tip nudging against my tonsils, but after a few attempts he was able to sink it a little deeper until I could feel his hard cock bulging in my throat and his hairy balls pressing against my chin. He held his cock deep inside me for a moment and then pulled out fast and watched me gasp for breath. "Mmm that's good Nancy. I think we may have found something you're actually good at here. Now, again!" I opened my mouth and he planted his cock deep in my throat in one firm thrust and held it a little longer this time until I was gagging and desperate to breathe. "Good girl", he praised me as he withdrew his cock and I coughed and caught my breath. "On second thoughts I think it was better with the blouse on", he said. "Would you, honey, please? And leave the buttons undone now, your tits are a nice little bonus". I felt so out of my depth as I put the blouse back on, hoping that if I could just keep to the Rules I would come out on top by 8pm, more than two hours away. "I think you should get on your knees and show me what a slutty little girl you can be, Nancy. Do it now. That's right. Cup your breasts for me, honey. Show me what you got there. Mmm lovely little Nancy. Open your mouth darling, it's cock time. Let's do this". I knelt on the rug holding up my little boobs as Mike towered over me and slapped his hard adult cock in my face. "I think it's time we had a little acting lesson, don't you Nancy", he asked, wiping his dick around my trembling lips. I nodded meekly, wondering what on earth he could have in mind for me. "Alright, well this is the six-million-dollar question honey. It all boils down to acting skill when the chips are down. Have you got it or have you not?". I looked up at Mike, determined to pass whatever acting test he threw at me. My heart sank when he told me what it was. "Can you convince me and the cameras that you are a little slut having the time of your life? Let's see, shall we?". He put his hands on both sides of my head and grabbed two handfuls of hair, then pulled my face towards his big erect cock, sighing as he sank between my open lips again. "You have a sweet little mouth Nancy", he purred as he slowly forced me to take his thick cock all the way down my throat. "You love sucking Uncle Mike, don't you?". I looked up at him and nodded enthusiastically, doing my best to establish the slutty character that he required. He told me to cup his balls in one hand and grip his thick shaft with the other, showing me how to wank him into my mouth so that I looked more eager. "That's good Nancy. You're are real natural at all this", he said as he pulled away looking pleased with me. Encouraged, I said in as sultry a voice as I could manage, "come here with your big cock Uncle Mike, I want to feel you in my throat again, you stud". He smiled down at me and put his hands behind my head and thumped his cock into my mouth and held his balls against my chin until I thought I would pass out. "Good girl, Nancy". When he eventually released me, I coughed and gasped and he told me I was a fast learner and my mum should be really proud of me. He stood back to look at me again, and then told me to stand up. He led me over to the middle of the room and told me to sit up on the desk while he pulled up the piano stool and sat in front of me. He pulled my socks smartly up to my knees and put his hands on my bare thighs, inching up under the skirt while he stared at my exposed breasts. I felt very tingly all over my tummy and between my legs as he stroked between my legs through my panties. I couldn't think of anything to say, but kept moaning and saying yes yes yes so that he knew I was trying to keep in character. "These panties are very nice Nancy, but they're not part of the costume. I'm afraid they're going to have to come off", he said as he reached behind me and gripped the waistband of my knickers in both hands. I gasped when he suddenly tugged hard on the waistband and lifted myself off the desk slightly so he could pull them over my bottom and down over my knees. He threw my panties on the floor and told me to lie back, pulling my bottom to the edge of the desk as I leaned back on my elbows. He slowly lifted my skirt up over my tummy and drew his stool closer so that his head was between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my exposed mound, and genuinely felt aroused as he started to kiss my smooth thighs, his hot lips moving closer and closer to my private parts. "I suppose you've never had a guy do this either, then, Nancy?", he asked, looking up at me biting my bottom lip as his tongue flicked around my slit. I shook my head shyly as I felt him open my legs wider and then plant his mouth on my mound as my eyes rolled up into my head. My pretend moans were soon replaced with real ones as Mike's expert tongue flashed all over my mound, circling my tiny rosebud gorgeously and licking wetly at my pussy entrance. The more I sighed and moaned, the more he warmed to his task, and I could feel a knot of tension tightening in my tummy as he pleasured my body like I'd never felt before. "Such a sweet little pussy, Nancy", he murmured, "I do like a nice fresh piece of teenage cunt". I was more panting than sighing now, with my hand in Mike's hair, holding his face gently against my mound as he licked and slurped between my legs. My moans were getting to be more like groans and growls as he gradually worked his tongue into my tiny hole and then licked deliciously slowly all the way up to my clitoris and wiggled it side to side so fast that I cried out in ecstasy. "That's it baby, you're making some good convincing sounds now. Are you sure you've not done this before?!". He grinned up at me from between my legs, and I smiled weakly back at him, barely able to contain the all the butterflies and erotic sensatiions he had produced in my young body. As I lay there on the desk, breathing hard and enjoying the fuzzy tingles which were spreading out all over my tummy, Mike stood up between my legs and I felt him tapping his hard cock on my mound. He smiled at me as he leaned over me to kiss my breasts, taking them in both hands and squeezing and softly teasing my nipples until they were poking up hard and pink for his sexy tongue and lips. He said I'd passed the acting test with flying colours, and I could relax now. I felt so relieved and happy! He said there were just a couple more things that he needed to check, but that he was generally pretty pleased with me and thought it very likely he could recommend me for a second audition for a movie project at a studio in Elstree. His warm hand cupped my mound and I felt him circling his little finger around my juicy hole as he told me he couldn't reveal what the movie was, but that it was something that I was almost certainly already familiar with. "Is it another Harry Potter movie", I asked excitedly, leaning myself up on my elbows. He smiled at me and said, "I really can't say, Nancy. You just have to trust me. You DO trust me, don't you sweetheart?". "Yes of course I do, Mike", I replied immediately, "I trust you completely". "That's a good girl", he said, as he held his little finger right on my entrance. "Lie back then, baby, and let's see what you can do". I lay back and closed my eyes as I felt his finger push ever so slowly at my pussy entrance. He had one hand still massaging my breasts, while his finger slid easily inside me until I could feel his knuckles against my lips. "You like that, honey?", he asked, as he slowly pushed and pulled his finger in and out of my tight hole. "Oh god yes", I whispered back at him, "that feels so nice. Please don't stop". He replaced his little finger with his middle finger, and I felt my back arching involuntarily as he curled it up into my pussy and pressed on my clitoris with his thumb. "You've certainly got a lovely tight little pussy, in fact one of the tightest and prettiest I've ever seen", he said, gently tweaking my left nipple playfully. "So many girls your age these days aren't so careful with their bodies. It's really nice to meet a young actress who looks after herself properly, and you're very lucky to have hardly any pubic hair. I think you deserve top marks here", he said, patting my pussy lightly. I felt so happy to receive such huge compliments from a real expert like Mike Butler, and lay there on his desk enjoying the sensation of his gentle finger lazily easing in and out of my tingling vagina. Then Mike withdrew his finger from my aching pussy, move his hips closer to mine, and I felt him lay his big hard cock on my mound. He said the next part of the audition wasn't compulsory, and that I only needed to do it if I wanted to be considered for certain roles. He explained that it would involve us having full sex, but that I didn't need to worry if I wasn't up for it, as he could still consider me for some minor youth theatre projects if that's what I would prefer. The feeling of his big adult dick lying across my groin was making me so horny, and it didn't take me more than a few seconds to make my decision. "I want to go all the way, Mike", I whispered, reaching for his hand and placing it on my breast. "I'll do whatever it takes to get the best opportunities. Theatre means EVERYTHING to me". Mike smiled and squeezed my breast. "You're a clever little girl, Nancy. You won't regret it, I promise you". He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, his hands catching my legs under my knees and lifting them up until my knees were on my chest. My pussy felt very exposed, and I shuddered with arousal as I felt Mike's fat tip slipping up and down my slit. I could feel myself leaking love juice as he fingered me again, this time with two fingers slowly stretching my tiny hole until I groaned with lust. "I can't promise that this won't hurt, baby, but try to relax and keep a brave face for the camera, OK?", he said, as his rigid fingers moved in and out more quickly now, working up a sexy rhythm in my boiling young cunt. "It's likely to feel very tight at the beginning, but give it a little time and we'll soon have you nicely loosened up and enjoying yourself", he reassured me, as he withdrew his fingers and I felt him plant his bulbous helmet right on my entrance. "Take a deep breath, sweetie", he whispered, and I closed my eyes waiting for the intense moment of penetration which I knew was coming soon. It did feel very tight indeed. As Mike leaned his hips up at me, his thick tip pressed into my hole and I whimpered softly as his cock began to stretch me open. He held me under my knees and grunted quietly with each gentle thrust, working his big cock into my young pussy exquisitely slowly. It seemed to take a few minutes before he had his bulging helmet buried inside me, and I could feel my pussy gushing with love juices that my body laid out for his cock like a red carpet. "Jesus you are fucking tight, Nancy", he said admiringly, as he moved his hands to my hips and pulled me towards him so that my bottom was over the edge of the desk. I felt so full of his thick cock, and the knot in my tummy was tightening with each movement of his hips. "Tell me how it feels", he asked. "It feels amazing", I said happily, "so big and hard and sexy. I love it. Fuck me Mike. Push it all the way in. Take me, have me, fill me, please, please". He tightened his grip on my hips and I felt him thrusting harder now, his cock straining to enter my pussy more fully with each mindblowing stroke. It wasn't long before I could feel his balls pressing against my bottom, and he sighed deeply and I knew he was all the way in at last. "Good girl, Nancy", he said, as his cock pulled nearly all the way out of me and then slammed back in to the hilt so hard that I felt the jolt in my tummy. I felt totally opened, and it felt wonderful. I looked up adoringly at Mike as he began to hump my little pussy harder and faster, making me moan and then cry out and finally scream as he masterfully taught my inexperienced pussy its true purpose. The knot in my tummy was almost painful now, and I think he could sense that I was close to orgasm. He slowed his pace and i felt his thumb pressing on my clitoris again, lightly rubbing all around it until I was arching my back and yelling for him to let me cum with his cock still inside me. Suddenly I felt the knot snap in my tummy, and my pussy erupted into powerful convulsions, squeezing his big cock with strong muscular pulses and shooting bolts of electricity all over my glowing body. Mike held his cock balls deep in my cunt as I orgasmed, his face a picture of delight as he felt my violent contractions all around his dick. "Mmm fuck, baby, you have the most perfect little cunt", he groaned, as my climax subsided and I lay there with his big dick basking in the afterglow and aftershocks of my very first orgasm. I was surprised when he slowly dragged his cock from my glove-like pussy and sat down on the stool gazing intently at me. I sat up, feeling between my legs with my hands and noticing how different it felt down there after Mike's hard deep fucking. As I got my breath back I asked him whether I had passed the audition, desperate to hear from him that all my effort and sacrifice had paid off. He looked up at me and smiled and said that I was certainly a very good prospect, but there was just one more acting task to complete, and then it would probably be time to meet my mum. He told me to put the school uniform back on properly and make myself look presentable, wrapped a dressing gown around himself and sat down on the sofa while he made some notes. He picked up his tablet and typed while I put my panties on, pulled up my socks, smoothed down my skirt, buttoned up the blouse, tied the tie in the mirror, and slipped back into the Hogwarts cardigan. I got my hairbrush out of my bag and tidied up my hair, then sat back down on the sofa next to Mike, eagerly awating my final instructions. He finished typing and put down his tablet and turned to me looking very serious. "Have you ever been naughty at school, Nancy?", he asked, gazing down at me looking all prim and proper beside him. "Not really", I said. "I got a detention once for getting caught in the music practice rooms when I was supposed to be in a chemistry lesson, but nothing serious, no. Why?". He smiled at me and explained that one of the projects he was considering me for involved scenes set in a boarding school, where punishments were routinely much more serious that a simple detention. He wasn't sure whether I would be suitable for the role, and was reluctant to put anyone forward for the part if there was a chance they would not be mature enough to deal with some quite grown-up themes. He said that in many ways I was absolutely perfect for the part he was thinking of for me, but that his co-producers might take some persuading to let me even audition for it, as the role had always been played by a much older girl in previous productions. My heart sang as he told me all this, as I knew this meant I was now in with a real chance of something truly awesome. I quickly tried to reassure him about how mature I could be, how I could handle any theme he threw at me, and I promised to work harder than any older girl because this could be my ticket to the big time. Mike said he thought I was a super girl, and supposed that there was a chance he could persuade the producers about me, so long as I came across well on the video. I pleaded with him to let me try for the part, and beamed ecstatically from ear to ear when he eventually agreed to put me through my paces in the remaining hour before mum picked me up at 8pm. "Alright then little Nancy", he said, standing up and helping me to my feet. "Here's the scene: you have been caught defacing the school chapel with graffiti, and are waiting outside the headmaster's study. You can wait on the sofa while I set things up around the desk. I'm the headmaster, obviously, and you must call me 'sir' at all times. Your character is normally a very good girl, and you are unreservedly sorry for your wrongdoing. You must accept without question any punishment the headmaster dishes out, and thank him when he is finished with you. Is that all clear?". Although I thought it sounded a pretty scenario, and wondered vaguely what these 'punishments' could be, I nodded eagerly and said yes I understood everything completely. As Mike repositioned the screens to make a kind of study around the 'headmaster's desk', I squared my shoulders and throught myself into my new character. Then Mike sat down at the desk and shouted "come in", so I got up and timidly went through the screens and stood in front of his desk. "Nancy Bates is it?", he barked, getting up from behind the desk. "You'd better come in. I understand that you have seen fit to deface our ancient school chapel with obscene graffiti. What have you to say for yourself?". I managed to make myself blush, looked at my feet and held my hands in front of me nervously. "I'm so sorry sir, I don't know what came over me. I promise it won't happen again". The headmaster walked around behind me and hissed in my ear, "it's all very well being sorry now, young lady, but I'm afaid it's rather too late for that. You must be punished, and severely. We will not tolerate this sort of behaviour at St Michael's College. I'm going to have to ask you to bend over my desk right now, and we will see what punishment will fit this heinous crime". I put my elbows on the desk so that my tummy was resting on the leather surface, and watched the headmaster as he opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a brown leather slipper. He walked back around behind me and I felt him lift up my skirt over my hips. "Tut tut", he said, slipping his fingers under the elasticated leg of my panties, "these are not school uniform underwear young lady. An extra six of the best just for that. It's for your own good". With that he gripped the waistband of my knickers with both hands and roughly tugged them down to my knees in one swift movement. I felt cool air on my bottom, and couldn't help feeling aroused again as I sensed Mike was planning some more sexual play. "This is the first time you have been called to see me, is it not, Nancy?", demanded the headmaster. "Yes sir, I'm so sorry sir", I stuttered, doing my best to keep in character. "From the look of your bottom I'd say you are normally a very good girl, am I right?", he quizzed, cupping my bare cheeks in both hands and squeezing and massaging my pert little bottom firmly. "Yes sir, it's my first time. I promise I'll be a good girl. Please don't punish me", I pleaded, looking up at him fearfully over my shoulder, but not being able to help myself leaning back slightly into his firm hands as he spread my cheeks and gently stroked my still-damp pussy. Although I was expecting it, the slipper was still a considerable shock when the headmaster administered six swift strokes across my exposed bottom. I cried out as the stinging pain spread over my cheeks and I felt the little knot start up again in my tummy. "That was just for your contraband panties, missy", he snarled. "This is the punishment you were sent here for". I braced myself and moaned helplessly as he unleashed a savage battery of slipper strokes all over my bum cheeks and bare thighs. I whimpered and groaned as the six-minute onslaught continued, a fierce heat building up in my ass. I reached out for the edge of the desk and gripped it tightly as he spanked my little bottom sore, wincing as the pain became too much and I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "What do you say, young lady?", he demanded as he stood back to admire his handiwork. "Thank you sir", I blurted weakly through my tears, feeling like my bottom must be glowing bright red, "thank you for disciplining me sir". He stood over me, resting the slipper on the desk beside me, and I felt the tingling pain spread all over my back and legs. "So you're sorry for what you've done, are you, Nancy", he challenged me angrily. "Yes sir, I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again", I sobbed, genuinely hoping it was over now. "Well in that case, would you mind telling my why you are so wet just here, Miss Bates?", he sneered, cupping my dripping mound with his hand. "In my experience, girls who get wet like you when I punish them aren't sorry at all", he said. "I think we will have to take alternative steps to make sure you are properly sorry, little madam". I looked back over my shoulder and saw him open his robe. His strong hands parted my stinging cheeks and I felt his erect cock nudging against my drooling pussy entrance again. I gasped when without warning he speared my little pussy with his big cock, slamming in balls deep in the first stroke. He held me there for a moment, and then pulled out slowly, rubbing his tip all around my wetness as he withdrew and laid his thick cock along the cleft of my buttocks. "I don't think I've ever encountered a more wickedly unrepentant little girl than you, Nancy Bates", he snarled. "I don't often have to resort to this sort of punishment, but in your case I think it is clearly called for. Now just remember, this is for your own good, and it's going to hurt me as much as it hurts you, you little she-devil". Only at the very last moment did I realise what he was going to do. I screamed as he positioned his thick helmet at the entrance of my bumhole and roughtly pressed into me until his head popped into my virgin ass. "We'll see how sorry you are after this, young lady", he sneered, as he started to force his fat cock deeper and deeper into my astonished bumhole, with my own pussy juices as the only lubricant. His cock felt so big in my tiny ass, and I felt the knot in my tummy tighten massively as he thrust hard and hot into my inexperienced hole, gripping my slim hips hard in both hands as he tugged my petite frame onto his rampaging cock. I knew I was screaming for him to stop but I didn't really want him to... my back passage felt so wonderfully full and stretched as he humped my bottom brutally hard and fast. His big hairy balls slapped rhythmically against my mound and I felt myself cumming again as he sank his cock in to the hilt. "Mmm oh god yes", he gasped, feeling my violent orgasm overtake me. "Get on your knees, Nancy, quickly, for the camera". His gorgeous cock withdrew from my bottom and he pulled me to my knees in front of him. "Open your mouth honey", he panted, "take Uncle Mike's big load in your mouth". I looked up at him as he wanked his slippery cock in my face, and then groaned loudly as it twitched and suddenly exploded fountains of cum all over my face. I opened my mouth and caught several ropes of thick white cum, the rest splashing on my cheeks and chin. He must have spurted at least twelve times, and I felt totally covered and drowned in his spunk. When his cock had finished twitching he lowered it into my mouth for me to suck and lick clean, then he stood up straight and sat back down on the sofa, wrapping his robe around him again. I felt totally used, and had never felt so horny in my life! "You'd better get yourself cleaned up and dressed in your home clothes", he said after a few moments. "The bathroom is the first door on the left. Best be quick about it, your mum will be here in ten minutes". I gathered up my own clothes and bag, found the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could. As I wiped the cum off my face I heard the buzzer and Mike answering it, telling mum that I'd be down in a moment. I dressed hurriedly and came out of the bathroom looking reasonably presentable. Mike was waiting at the door, looking quite a bit older than when I had arrived! He said he would be in touch in the next few weeks with an appointment for the Elstree project, and reminded me to stick to the Rules in the meantime. I thanked him for helping me, and he said it was a pleasure to meet me. He kissed me on the forehead, and ushered me out of the door. I skipped downstairs and out into the street and found mum waiting in the car outside. "How did it go, honey?", she asked, smiling at me. "Did you get on OK?". I didn't know what to say...

**Story contains: sn/ws/f (snuff, water sports, 14-year-old teens)** Summer in California by The Greek Intro I'm not exactly what you'd call the most successful guy of my generation. I've always been the kind who likes to just skate by, rather than really trying to excel at anything. From the time I was in first grade, I knew I could manage to get through, and get good grades, without really trying too hard, so I figured there's no reason to knock myself out when I don't have to. Besides, there was always something more fun and interesting to do than put a lot of effort into studying. Elementary school, junior high, high school, didn't matter. I did just what I needed to and nothing more. Even when I got to college, I still managed without trying too hard. Once I was out of college, of course, I had to work, and I was afraid at first that my easy life would come screeching to a halt. Silly me. I'm a writer, and I'm actually fairly good at it. Not best-selling novels or anything like that, I do technical writing. And it turns out that I can bang that out with no more effort than it took for me to slide through my classes in school. What's more, I do it all online, so I'm not tied to a desk or an office. It also helps that I don't have really expensive tastes, so I don't need to have a ton of money coming in. Life has been pretty good. I even get some women once in a while. I'm 5'10", a very solid 180 pounds, with short dark hair and brown eyes, apparently a pretty attractive package to some women. Not that I'm looking for anything serious. I'm not interested in being tied down to a woman, either. So here I was, 30 years old, enough money coming in so I was comfortable, not much in the way of worries, when I got an offer that was too good to pass up. I may not be successful, but that doesn't mean that none of the people I know are. Like John Mason, for example. He's a college buddy of mine who got filthy rich with some Internet stuff just after he got out of school, and was smart enough to put the money away instead of spending it. We've stayed pretty tight since we graduated, so it was no big surprise when he gave me a call. What he wanted was, though. "Yeah, Pete, I'm heading off to Europe for six months, leaving next month." This was in April. "I know you're not tied into any long-term housing situations," which was his way of saying I rented a ratty little apartment that embarrassed most of my friends. Like I said, not real big on the expensive tastes. "I need somebody to take care of the house while I'm gone, and I was wondering if you'd be interested. Free rent, just take care of the place." "Dude, that sounds great! Love to." Of course I would. John lives in this fancy country-club type area in southern California. It's kind of in the hills and near the coast, and not far from the Mexican border if you decide you want to take a quick trip to where the law enforcement isn't quite as professional. I've been to the house a few times, and it's really nice, and not monstrously big like a lot of the ones his neighbors have. John lives alone, like me. Has the same aversion to commitment. We set up a time to get together to go over the details. It was beginning to look like it might be a good Summer. New in Town The original plan had been for John to still be around when I got into town so he could introduce to some of his neighbors and help me get oriented a bit. Things didn't work out that way. I had some personal shit go down, not really important or relevant, but it meant that I couldn't get to his house to get settle in until a couple of day before he left for Europe. He had told his neighbors that I was going to be staying there, so they wouldn't call the cops on my when I showed up. My first day there I spent some time unloading stuff from my car and getting it stashed where I wanted it, then headed for the shopping district. I needed to fill the car up with gas, and wanted to grab something for dinner. I was inside the convenience store at the gas station when I saw a guy looking at me like I was from Mars. He was probably about 40, roughly my size, with hair that was just starting to go gray. He looked like my idea of the typical rich middle-aged California dude. Polo shirt, khakis, deck shoes, sweater tied around his neck (it was 75 freakin' degrees, for God sake), sunglasses on top of his head. My lack of interest in expensive shit extended to clothes. I was wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a T-shirt, none of which were particularly new. I couldn't figure out why he was giving me the evil eye. Then, all of a sudden it was like a light went on in his head, he smiled at me and walked over. "You must be the one who's staying at John Mason's house while he's gone. I'm Jack Stevens." He extended his hand, now that he'd decided I wasn't one of the barbarians come to overthrow his empire. "Pete Newsome. Nice to meet you." I wasn't at all sure about that, but I had to live among these people for the next six months, no reason to antagonize them any sooner than I had to. "Same here. By the way, I'm having a party on Saturday." This was Wednesday. "You should come over, give you chance to get to know some of the people around here." "Sounds like a good idea. What's the dress?" I could tell I'd won a few points by asking. "Just casual. You have an email address, I can send you all the details and directions." I fished a business card with my email on it out of my wallet. Looked like the business card won me a few more points. Jack headed out the door, saying, "See you on Saturday." I waved, wondering what I should wear to the party. I had a feeling that my idea of casual wasn't exactly the same as his. The Girls The rest of the day Wednesday was pretty much just getting settled in, figuring out where everything was in the house, and finding a few more things around town. I got my laptop set up and connected to the Internet, so I could work if I really felt the need. Given my generally lazy nature, and the fact that food was going to be just about my only expense for the next six months, I had a feeling the need wasn't going to be too pressing. Thursday I decided to just indulge my lazy side as much as possible. I knew that eventually I'd get bored with doing absolutely nothing and get out and walk, or drive somewhere, or read, or, yes, maybe even work, but that was going to take more than a couple of days to kick in. Thursday was going to be the ultimate "do nothing" day. I slept in until about 10:00. At that point even I couldn't stay in bed any longer, so I got up, made some coffee, and munched down a couple of cinnamon rolls I'd bought at the store the day before. Usually my laziness doesn't extend to food - I'm a good cook, and I enjoy it. But not today. Today anything I ate was coming out of a package. I wasn't even going to drive to a fast-food joint. Making the coffee was about as much effort as I was going to put into anything. And there I really had no choice. I just can't function without the coffee. Literally. I'm such a caffeine addict that if I don't drink enough coffee I get a vicious headache. When I finished eating I spent some time surfing on the computer. No, not porn. Not that I don't indulge, but I just wasn't feeling particularly horny that day. Whacking off would have been work than I was willing to put into anything anyway. I just checked out some news, and looked at my email to make sure there was nothing work-related that required immediate attention. There wasn't, but Jack had been true to his word. He'd sent the me all the details for the party on Saturday, including directions on how to get to his house, which wasn't all that far away from John's. After I got bored with the computer I settled in for some seriously lazy time. John's house has a kind of old-fashioned style to it, including having a porch that runs all the way around the first floor. I plopped down in a chair in front and didn't move for about four hours except to refill my coffee cup and make more. I actually dozed off a couple of times. I was just coming to from one of those impromptu naps about 2:30 when I noticed a couple of girls walking down the street. At that point I was up for watching anything, there hadn't exactly been much traffic going by during the day, on foot or in cars. The girls were wearing matching white blouses and dark skirts that, even at a distance, I could see had to be school uniforms. As they got closer I could tell that they were talking, although I couldn't hear what they were saying. As they reached the end of the driveway, which wasn't as long as most around there, I heard one of the girls say, "Oh come on, what can it hurt." Then they surprised me by turning up the driveway and walking toward me. I could see now that they were young, probably fourteen or fifteen years old. I'd been right about the clothes, definitely school uniforms. The two were about the same height, about 5'2". One of them was absolutely gorgeous. Blond hair, obviously natural, pulled back into a ponytail. an oval face with perfect blue eyes, a straight nose and a wide, bow-shaped mouth that just screamed "I want to suck a cock." Damn, maybe it had been a little too long since I'd had any action. She also had breasts that looked like a solid B-cup, not bad for a girl that age, and her hips had a nice curve to them, too. The other girl was positively mousy by comparison. Not that she was ugly, but she couldn't compare with her friend. Dirty-blond hair, also in a ponytail, green eyes, fairly thin lips. Her face was thinner, too, and her body looked like it hadn't developed as quickly as her friend's. She didn't look like a boy, but she definitely didn't have the same kind of curves as the other. It looked like the classic case of the class beauty and her plain Jane best friend. The two climbed up the steps to the porch, and the prom-queen girl said, "You must be the one who's staying her while Mr. Mason is gone for the Summer." She had a gleam in her eye that I couldn't quite place. "That's me. I'm Pete." "I'm Tracy, this is Amber." I wondered how Amber liked having Tracy speak for her. She was probably used to it by now. "On the way home from school?" "Yeah, we're in eighth grade." I was right about the age, then, probably fourteen. "It blows. I can't wait until we get into high school next year." I chuckled. "Yeah, I remember those days. I hate to disillusion you, but high school's not all that much better than junior high" "At least there'll be some older guys." Ah, that was what the gleam was, the signature of the incorrigible flirt. I hadn't been expecting it from a girl her age. She was likely to cause somebody some real trouble before she was through. "Tracy, we should get home, we don't want to be late and get into trouble." It was the first time Amber had said anything. "You don't want to, you mean." That was probably true. Tracy didn't strike me as the kind who cared whether she got into trouble or not. "Okay, we'll go. See you later, Pete." "Bye, girls." Tracy waved as they headed off down the driveway. Amber just looked nervous. The Party Friday was pretty much a replay of Thursday, except with no junior high girls walking up the driveway to relieve my boredom. I actually thought about sitting out on the porch about the same time that they'd come by to see if they'd stop again, but decided I wasn't quite that hard up for female companionship. Although it was getting close, it really had been a while since I'd gotten any. On Saturday I was less lazy, although I still didn't exactly exert myself physically. I spent most of the day doing things on the computer, including some actual work. I'd gotten a request, with specs in my email late Friday afternoon. They wanted it by the next Friday, which was going to be a snap. I got most of it knocked out on Saturday before it was time to head for Jack's party. I just needed a conclusion and a little polishing, another hour or so at most. I threw together some stir-fry chicken with rice pilaf for dinner, and dug out my best clothes to get ready for the party. If I was lucky my "best" would just meet the minimum requirements of what Jack and his friends considered "casual." Jack's house was just about what I expected, big and ostentatious. I had an entry way that wouldn't have been out of place in a medium-sized art museum (complete with the art), and dual curving staircases that led up the second floor where, I presumed, the actual living quarters were. It looked like the entire first floor was set up for entertaining. Jack greeted me like I was an old friend (you have to be a good actor and a major hypocrite to survive in that kind of society) and introduced me to his wife, Laura, a curvy blond who looked to be about the same age as Jack. Then came the surprise. "And this is my daughter, Tracy." Yes, it was the prom queen-half of the two girls I'd met while lounging on my porch. I should have expected it; this was exactly the kind of family that would have a daughter like her. She was wearing a slinky, cream-colored dress that was probably inappropriate for a girl her age. Tracy smiled, shook my hand, and said, "We already met, Dad. Amber and I stopped and introduced ourselves on the way home from school the other day. He was out on the porch when we went by. Nice to see you again." Tracy wandered off to do whatever teenage girls do at parties that are profoundly boring, while I spent some time talking to Jack and Laura and being introduced to other pillars of the community. That process also included ingesting large quantities of liquid refreshment. Alcohol is one of the things that makes that world go round, and I like my alcohol as much as anyone else. My poison of choice is beer, and they had some really good beer. The result, of course, is that I found myself with a serious need to find a bathroom in a house in which I had no idea of which way to look. I was lounging near the base of one of the staircases, trying to figure out which way to go, when Tracy walked up. "Hey, you live here. Could you show me where a bathroom is, before I explode?" I grinned, and so did she. "Follow me." She started up the staircase. I wasn't sure her parents would approve of her taking me upstairs to find a facility, but I was in no condition to argue. She showed me into a fairly large bathroom and disappeared out the door. I had just gotten my dick out and was prepared to unload the beer when the other door (which I hadn't really noticed) opened and Tracy walked in. She had an evil grin on her face. I was trying, not very successfully, to close my mouth. "Oh, did I forget to tell you that this is my bathroom." Tracy locked the door behind her, walked over to me and dropped to her knees. "Tracy..." "Shut up." She wrapped her fingers around my cock and guided it into her mouth. I moaned as I felt her soft lips close around the head. Her tongue rolled around the tip, then licked the sensitive spot underneath. My cock started to swell, and Tracy took a couple of inches into her mouth, stroking the rest of my dick at the same time. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. I wondered exactly what the fuck I was doing, letting a fourteen-year-old girl suck my cock in her parents' house, while her parents were downstairs, but it had been a while, and the beer was affecting my ability to think. Yeah, that's it, I'll blame it on the beer. My cock was completely hard now, and Tracy was kind of purring around it as she sucked. I wasn't sure how much more of that I could take. I pulled her mouth off my dick and looked down at her. "You don't want me to cum in your mouth, do you?" She gave me that wicked look again. "Not this time." I helped her get up, at the same time unfastening my pants so my cock was more free. I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the sink, pushed her dress up around her waist, spread her legs. I reached between her legs, ripped the crotch out of her panties. (Not recommended, by the way, I almost took off a finger. Those things are tougher than they look.) I moved between her legs, pressed the head of my cock against the opening of her pussy. She was dripping wet. "Fuck me!" It was almost like she was begging. I shoved my cock into her hard, felt her hymen rip. I hadn't expected that. Fourteen or not, she hadn't been acting like any virgin. I've popped a few cherrys, but I never had a girl react to it like Tracy did. She didn't cry or complain about it hurting. When I tore her open, her eyes got wide and she got this wild look in her eyes. The pain just seemed to turn her on more. This was one dirty little girl. I started sliding my cock in and out of her, moving deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was clutching at me, shoving her hips out against me with every stroke. She moaned into my ear. She was enjoying this a lot more than I was used to with a virgin. I don't know how long I fucked her, the beer was making me a little fuzzy. It seemed like forever, but probably wasn't really very long. Suddenly Tracy stiffened, then gasped, her body shaking. She buried her face in my shoulder, bit down. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I felt my balls tighten, then send my cum rushing through my cock into Tracy's cunt. She shook more as I filled her with my semen, locked her legs around my hips. We both gasped for breath as our orgasms subsided, and I moved to pull out of her, my cock beginning to soften. "Don't. Keep it there." "Uh, remember why I came in here in the first place?" Now that I had shot my load, my bladder had decided to reassert itself. "Just do it where you are!" I couldn't believe it. Tracy was still clinging to me, holding me against her with her legs. I didn't have any choice any more. I relaxed, felt a huge stream of piss pour out of me into Tracy's pussy, mixing with my semen and her juices, running out around my cock and down into the sink. That was a new experience. "Oh, fuck yes!" Tracy's body shuddered again while my piss streamed into her. Damn, this girl was as wild as anything I'd ever seen. And probably as dangerous. After I finished filling her cunt up with piss, Tracy finally unlocked her legs from around me so I could pull out and start putting myself back together. I was suddenly a lot more sober than I'd been a few minutes before, and wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I wiped myself off, pulled my pants up, flushed the toilet, and headed our of the bathroom. I could hear Tracy giggling behind me. After I got back downstairs, I found Jack and made some kind of excuse for having to leave, not really sure what it was I came up with. I didn't want to be there if Jack figured out what his daughter had been doing in her bathroom. Although, as I left, I couldn't resist the thought of how much fun it would be to see the look on his face if he ever did find out. Dirtier Girl The next week nothing happened that was really noteworthy. I got to know a few more folks around the neighborhood as I ventured out a little bit, and ran into Jack and Laura a couple of times, but mostly it was just lots of reading and relaxation, with a few hours of work thrown in just for the variety. I was starting to think about what I wanted to do with my weekend. Heading for the beach didn't sound too bad. Or maybe just a long walk up into the hills. I was in need of some kind of exercise beyond pounding my fingers against a keyboard. I was also thinking that I might want to go somewhere that could offer the opportunity for hooking up with a member of the opposite sex. Fucking Tracy had been great, she was wild, she was tight, she let me piss in her (???), but it had been quick and wasn't something that was likely to be repeated. The main thing it had done for me was remind me just how meager my love life had been. Might just be time to do something about that. On Saturday, about 10:00 in the morning, as I was trying to finally decide exactly what I was going to do with my day, there was a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anybody, and tried to figure out who it might be. Tracy wasn't one of the guesses, but that's who was standing on the porch when I opened the door. She had on a loose T-shirt and jeans, and it was pretty obvious by the way her tits were bouncing that there was no bra under the T-shirt. I'd have bet money that there was nothing between the jeans and her skin either. She ignored by open-mouthed stare, breezily said, "Hi," walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it. She was on her knees and had my cock out of my jeans before I had time to do anything except close my mouth. "This time I do want you to cum in my mouth." She took my limp dick into her mouth and began sucking on it, hard, at the same time starting to massage my balls with her fingers. Like I said, I may have been the first one to stick a cock into her pussy, but she'd definitely had some in her mouth before me. I started to get hard as soon as she started sucking me, and I was fully erect in seconds. She was doing a great job, her tongue was driving me crazy licking me, but I needed more. I reached down, locked my fingers into her hair, and shoved my dick into her mouth as deep as it would go. She gagged as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I angled her head so I could get more of my shaft into her, and began wildly face-fucking her. She gagged and choked as I forced myself farther down her throat, and I was pulling on her hair viciously, but she didn't try to stop me. No surprise there. She had that wild look on her face again, the one that said she'd do anything, anytime, anywhere, with anyone. I could feel my balls start to tighten. I pulled on her hair again, drove into her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair my cock filling her throat.. My cum exploded out of my cock, stream after stream pouring straight down her throat into her stomach. She didn't even have to swallow. I finished shooting, released her hair and stepped back. Tracy coughed a couple of times, then looked up at me with an expression of unbelievable bliss. Her body was shaking as she said, "Omigod that was incredible! I almost came just from having your cock down my throat!" "Just wait until what you get next, baby!" I'd decided I was going to find out if this girl had any limits after all. I was going to live to regret that. *** With my dick still hanging out, I picked Tracy up, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed a little when she bounced on the mattress, reminding me how young she was. I had my own clothes off in seconds, and it was time to start working on hers. I grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and had it off over her head with one pull. Yep, no bra, just a really nice pair of B-cups, round with hard brown nipples. I stretched out next to Tracy on the bed and pressed my mouth against hers while I moved my hands to her tits. I started milking her tits, hard, twisting them, and pinching the nipples. I figured Tracy would like that. When she broke off the kiss to start moaning I knew I was right. Since my lips and tongue weren't occupied with her mouth any more, I decided to put them to other use. I moved to earlobe, licked it lightly, poked the tip of my tongue into her ear. Tracy squirmed, gasped. I moved back to the earlobe, sucked it into my mouth, chewed it with teeth. "Yeah, god, bite me. I want you to bite me." I assumed she meant in more places than just her ear. I moved my mouth to her neck, licked up and down her throat. I moved to the hollow at the base of her throat, set my teeth on either side of her windpipe, and bit lightly, while I pinched her nipple. Tracy's body jerked like she was being electrocuted. "Fuck, yes, god!" I couldn't see her face, but I was pretty sure that wild animal look was back. I was going to have to be careful; it was obvious she was going to really like things that could be dangerous if I let them go too far. I began to slide my hand down over Tracy's bare belly, feeling her muscles twitch as my fingers tickled her skin. That left her tit open, and I moved my mouth to it, running my tongue around the base, then licking up along the bottom of her tit until I reached her nipple. By now there was a constant stream of moans pouring from the teenager's throat. As I unfastened Tracy's jeans, I flicked the tip of my tongue over her nipple, teasing it, then pulled it between my lips, sucking on it. "Uh uh, more, harder!" My fingers slide inside Tracy's jeans, reaching for her pussy, while I opened my mouth and sucked in about half her tit. I sucked for a second, then bit down, harder than I normally would have. Tracy's body writhed against me as I raked my teeth over her tit out along her tit to the nipple. I bit down. Hard. Hard enough for real pain. At the same time, my fingers had reached Tracy's cunt, and I raked my finger over her clit. She exploded. "Fuck! Fuck!" Then it was just strangled, growling noises coming from her as the orgasm caused to body to thrash on the bed like a chained animal. (Hmm, might have to see how she likes being tied up.) I kept rubbing her clit and chewing on her nipple until she slumped back on the bed. I looked at her for a few seconds, saw her breasts moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her belly rippling. But mostly I saw that look on her face again, the wild animal look, the one that said the more depraved the sex got, the better she would like it. I felt a momentary twinge of fear, I'd never been involved with anyone quite this wild before. But I ignored it. "Hey, baby, we're just getting started." I grabbed her jeans, pulled them off, leaving her naked on the bed. The look on her face said she wanted more. *** I crawled between Tracy's legs, pushed her knees apart so she was wide open. She wasn't shaved, but didn't have a lot of hair. I had to remind myself again that she was only fourteen. The smell of her pussy was incredible, sweet and sharp at the same time, and I wanted my tongue on it. I used my fingers to spread open her slit, then lowered my face to her crotch and slid my tongue out against her lips. I licked the lips of her pussy first, savoring the smell and taste of her young hole, then shoved my tongue up inside her, lapping the juices out of her into my mouth. Tracy was beginning to squirm again, and I could hear her moans. She pushed her pelvis out against my mouth and I tongue-fucked her, rolling my tongue up and thrusting in and out. Then I pulled back and began to lick, long, slow strokes moving the entire length of her slit. I started at the thin strip of flesh separating her pussy from her ass, moved up just letting the tip of my tongue glide between the lips of her cunt, all the way until my tongue flicked over the bud of her clit at the end of the stroke. Then back down, repeating. On the third or fourth time, I let my tongue drift farther back at the beginning of the stroke and touch Tracy's asshole. She jerked. Probably the first time she'd been touched there by anything. I moved a finger between her ass cheeks, touched the tip to the ring of her anus, and began massaging it, not moving inside, just letting her feel my finger press against her. Tracy had been moaning and gasping more as I licked her, but now she practically screamed at me, "Stop teasing me!" I had a pretty good idea of what would satisfy her. I moved my mouth to her clit, sucked it in between my lips. She gasped, hard, went rigid. I swirled my finger around the rim of her anus, then shoved it in all the way with one push. A second later I bit down on her clit as I curled my finger up inside her ass and wiggled it. "Aaaaiiiieeee!" Tracy's back arched, her hips rose up off the bed. She froze there in a bow for a couple of seconds, wailing, then crashed back down, gripping my head and pulling it tighter against her cunt. Her shoulders jerked up as the muscles in her pussy and ass went into spasms. Her belly heaved. "Uh uh uh, yes, god, don't stop!" I sucked her clit, bit it again, twisted my finger in her ass. Her body convulsed one final time, then she collapsed back on the bed. "Oh fuck!" "Yeah, that's exactly what I intend to do!" My cock by now was as hard as it ever gets, and ready for some serious action. Tracy actually managed to giggle, which wasn't easy since she was still trying to catch her breath. She still had that lust-crazed look on her face. "I want you to put it in my butt." I chucked, and she shot me a dirty look. "What's so funny?" "You're the dirtiest girl I've ever met and you say 'put it in my butt'? You can't say you want my cock in your ass?" "Yes, I want your cock in my ass! I want you to fuck me in the ass!" *** I rolled her over onto her belly, pulled her ass up into the air so she was on all fours. I knelt behind her, spread her ass cheeks with one hand, held my cock in the other and guided it to the little puckered hole. Normally when I take a girl up the ass I'm gentle, especially if it's her first time. With Tracy I was pretty sure I didn't have to worry about that. I pushed just hard enough to pop the head of my cock inside her, felt her ass muscles tighten around me. Then I slammed forward, burying my entire shaft in her ass in one movement. "Ahhhh, god yes, fuck me!" Pain and pleasure seemed to be just two sides of the same coin to Tracy. Popping her cherry, opening her ass for the first time, biting her most sensitive spots. The more it hurt, the more she seemed to like it. Now I was pounding her ass, and she was practically screaming in bliss. She got her hands up on the headboard of the bed to brace herself, and began thrusting her ass back against me as I moved in and out of her ass. I reached around her with both hands, moved one to her pussy, the other to her tits. I was clawing at her, pinching and twisting her nipples, pressing my finger hard against her clit, then shoving two fingers up her cunt. My fingers and cock could feel each other through the flesh separating her two holes. I was grunting, she was squealing with every stroke. Her ass was as tight as anything I'd ever been in, and I didn't think I was going to last too long, but I surprised myself, was able to keep it up for quite a while. I brought Tracy to the edge of an orgasm three times, then backed off, slowing my strokes, moving my fingers away from her clit and nipples, letting her body come down slightly, before I picked things back up. Each time I eased up she growled, cursed me for being a dirty bastard, pushed back harder against me with her ass. And then rose even higher when I started fucking her in earnest again. Finally, I couldn't take any more, and neither could she. I could feel my balls starting to pulse, knew I was going to cum soon. I leaned over and whispered, "Do you want me to cum in your ass?" "God, yes, shoot it in my ass!" It was a hoarse rasp, she'd been doing too much screaming while she got fucked. I grabbed her chest, pulled her upright so she was leaning back against me, clawed at her clit. One final thrust of my cock, all the way into her ass, and I felt my semen begin to shoot out into her bowels. She shuddered, then spasmed hard. It was all I could do to hold her against me. This time she didn't scream, she just let out one gasping moan after another as I emptied shot after shot of cum into her. My balls gave their final shot, and I fell forward with a groan, taking Tracy with me, laying on top of her. She was panting. "Shit, girl, you're a wild woman. And I've got lots more I can show you, if you're interested." "Mmmm, yeah. I want to do it all." That didn't surprise me a bit. It wasn't going to be now, though. We both drifted off to sleep, and by the time I woke up, Tracy was gone. Stranger Days The next couple of weeks were among the strangest I've ever spent. Tracy was coming over about every other day, and every time she showed up, she expected me to have something new to show her, to do with her. She had an insatiable sexual appetite, both in the sense of wanting to be fucked often and in the sense of wanting to do something different. She hadn't been kidding when she'd said she wanted to try it all. I was beginning to have some misgivings about the entire situation. First of all, of course, there was the fact that she was only fourteen years old, and if anybody found out about what was going on, I was going to spend a long, long time as a guest of the state. Beyond that, though, Tracy was an incredibly demanding lover, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to keep satisfying her. In fact, I wasn't sure any one man would be able to satisfy her for long. That brought up two potential problems. One was strictly selfish. I wanted to keep fucking her, she was as good as anybody I'd ever had, and this was the first time in a while I'd gotten anything on a regular basis. I was afraid that if I couldn't keep coming up with new ideas, she'd just toss me aside and look for somebody new. The second possible problem was more serious. I could see the possibility that if she did get bored, she might not only dump me, but tell someone about what we'd been doing to punish me. Because it had become obvious that one of the reasons Tracy was such a demanding lover was that she was a spoiled brat who was used to getting her own way at all times. And she could be very vindictive when she didn't. I'd even seen her be that way toward Amber, who was her best friend, and followed her around like a pet dog. I didn't really want to take a chance on having her turn on me. The sex, though, that was something else. She liked pain. She liked to be abused, tied, humiliated. I can't even tell you all of the things we did. Some of it is just a blur, anyway, and if I tried to run through all of it, it would take way too long to describe. But you have to hear some of it, just so you know just how wild this little girl could be, and what it was doing to me. *** The first time I tied her up, I used a soft rope that I'd gotten for an old girlfriend who liked to be tied. I tied Tracy's hands together, then tied the end of the rope to the headboard of the bed, so she couldn't move. I got her on her knees, and was fucking her from behind, loving the way her tight little teenage pussy held onto my cock. Since she liked new things, I did something different. I slapped her ass, hard enough to leave a red hand imprint. "Oh fuck!" Her pussy twitched around my cock. I slapped her again, even harder. She gasped, her pussy pulsed again, and she lowered her face to the bed. I reached up, grabbed her hair, pulled her head up. "Keep your head up when I'm fucking you, bitch!" She growled deep in her throat. I pulled harder on her hair, slapped her ass again, and felt the spasms start in her pussy and spread through her body as an orgasm rolled over her. "Hit me! Hit me again!" I did, over and over, and each time she gasped, until finally she had no strength left and slumped down onto the bed, whimpering. I still hadn't cum, so I pulled my cock out of her, moved so that I was kneeling next to her head. I lifted her head up by the hair, pointed my cock at her mouth. "Suck me slut, until I cum in your mouth." She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, began sucking, although she was too worn out to do much. It didn't matter, by then I didn't need much. I was still holding her by the hair, and held her head in place while I fucked her mouth. Within a few seconds I was cumming into her mouth. She gulped down as much as she could, but some leaked out onto her chin, dripped onto the bed. When I finished cumming, I let go of her head, and she simply laid it down in the puddle of cum. I untied her hands, and saw that she had rubbed her wrists raw against the rope with her thrashing. Good thing it hadn't been cuffs, or a real rope. I looked down at her, lying in my cum, more of it on her face, her ass cheeks red from the beating I'd given them. Maybe I'd gone too far this time. She smiled up at me. "God, Pete, that was unbelievable! That was the hardest I've cum yet!" *** Another time, after we had finished up a hot session of sex in bed, Tracy decided that she needed to take a shower. That was fine with me, but of course I wasn't going to let her jump into the shower without taking me along. We were busily scrubbing each other, both of us getting hornier by the minute, when Tracy looked at me seriously and said, "Do you have to pee?" I chuckled a little. "Well, yeah, but it can wait until we get through in here." "No, I don't want you to wait. I want you to pee on me, now." She had the look of a wild animal again. I shouldn't have been surprised, since she'd had me piss inside her the first time we fucked, but it still shocked me. "Please, I want to taste your pee." "Come, on, you don't really want that, do you?" I kind of chuckled, thinking she might be kidding, although I should have known better by now. Her eyes flashed, not just the wild lust I'd seen in them before, but something different, even darker, something uncontrollable. "Pee on me, now!" It wasn't a plea any more, it was a command. And I had no choice but to do what she wanted. "Get down on your knees." She knelt in front of me, the water from the shower rushing over her back. I stepped back to the end of the shower. Tracy was looking up at me with anticipation, her mouth open. I relaxed, let fly with a stream of piss right into Tracy's face. I aimed it into her mouth, and she let it splash down her throat, gulped at it, trying to swallow as much as she could. It sprayed over her face, her tits, her belly. She giggled as my piss covered her, then leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, letting it shoot into her throat, swallowing furiously. My cock started to stiffen as soon as she wrapped her mouth around it, and was fully hard by the time I finished emptying my bladder. Tracy sucked it, taking it deep into her throat, and cupped the fingers of one had around my balls, squeezing and pulling on them. I was groaning. I held her head and shoved my cock farther into her mouth. Then Tracy slid her hand back, behind my balls, and I felt her finger digging between my ass cheeks. "Oh shit, baby, what are you going to do?" She couldn't answer, with her mouth full of my cock, and all, so she just showed me. Her fingertip wiggled up into my ass. I grunted. I jerked. She shoved more of her finger into me, and I felt like my cock had grown an extra inch reaching down her throat. My ass clenched around her finger and she started moving it in and out of me, finger-fucking my ass while I slammed my cock into her mouth. I felt like my cock was bigger and harder than it had ever been, and the sensation was so intense I couldn't hold back any more. "Oh fuck!" I drove my cock as far down Tracy's throat as I could, holding her face against my crotch, and started shooting an incredible load into her, while my ass pulsed on her finger. I thought I was never going to stop cumming, and when I did I was so wasted I had to lean back against the wall of the shower to steady myself. "Damn, girl, you'll do anything!" "Just about." Tracy was grinning now, but I couldn't help thinking about how she'd reacted when I didn't do what she wanted quick enough. And wondering what would happen if I ever told her no. Warning I was walking out to my car to go do some shopping when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Pete, I need to talk to you." I tuned around and saw Amber in her school uniform. I think it was the first time I'd ever seen her without Tracy around. It was like she didn't really have any existence apart from being Tracy's mousy little friend. She walked over, stood between me and the car leaning back against the car door like she needed support. "Okay, Amber, what's so important?" She looked nervous, maybe even a little scared. "Tracy told me all about what you too have been doing." Oh, shit, I need somebody else knowing about that like I need to be castrated with a dull knife. "What do you mean?" Yeah, play innocent. Maybe it's not what you're afraid of. "She told me you've been doing it to her. She told me all of it, the first time in the bathroom, that you tie her up, that you put it in her butt. All of that stuff." Oh, damn. "You should be careful with her, she's dangerous." "What do you mean?" "Tracy will do anything to get what she wants. Anything." She really looked worried. I chuckled, even though what Amber was saying reinforced what I already begun to suspect about Tracy. "In that case, I've got no problems, because she's getting exactly what she wants!" Amber reached up, ran her fingers across my cheek.. "I'm serious. I don't want anything to happen to you." I was worried about Tracy telling someone else what was going on, but it Amber seemed to be thinking about something else, like Tracy trying to do something to me physically. That I could handle. She was still a fourteen-year-old girl, after all. "Don't worry. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself." I grinned at her, but was actually moved that she was so worried about me. I touched her cheek, let my fingers drift down, along her jawline, farther, down to her throat. She swallowed as my fingers trailed past her Adam's apple, down to her chest. We were looking into each other's eyes, and Amber managed to look terrified and needy at the same time. I undid the top button of her blouse, then the second. The fear was still there on her face, but the want was overtaking it, and she was making no effort to move away from me. I slid my hand inside her blouse, cupped it around her breast, squeezed her through her bra. Amber closed her eyes and whimpered. I bent down and pressed my lips against Amber's. She parted them, took my tongue into her mouth, sucked on it. So she wasn't completely innocent about what to do with a man. While I tasted her lips and tongue, I slid my free hand up under her blouse in back, found the catch of her bra, and worked it free. Now a could put my hand directly on her breast, feeling her skin against mine. Amber moaned into my mouth as I milked her tit, squeezed it, pinched her nipple. I moved my hand out of her blouse, slid it down over her belly, to the level of her thighs. I began pulling up the front of her skirt. Amber broke off our kiss, looked at me. The fear was back in her face again, but she still made no move to get away, or to stop me. When I had her skirt lifted up to her waist, I laid my hand on her belly and slid my fingers down under the waistband of her panties. Amber sucked in her breath, licked her lips. I was pretty sure this was more than she'd ever done with a man before. My fingers slid lower, through the hair covering her mound, down between her legs. I let me fingertips brush over the lips of her slit. "Oh god! Mmmm!" Amber began chewing on her lower lip. I curled my middle finger up and slipped the tip between her pussy lips and up inside her. "Ah! Pete! Oooohhhh!" I slid my finger in and out of her a few times. I wanted to make sure she got something good out of this, and I was pretty sure that she wasn't the kind of girl who was going to get off on the pain of getting her cherry popped like Tracy. Amber was leaning back against the car, her eyes closed, and was beginning to thrust her hips out against my hand as I finger-fucked her. I moved my thumb to the top of her slit, searching for her clit. When I found it Amber jerked like she'd been slapped. "Yes! God, right there!" Amber was sucking breath in through her open mouth. I rubbed her clit harder with my thumb, still sliding my finger into her pussy, which was soaking wet by now. With my other hand I undid another button on her blouse, then buried my face between her small tits and began licking and sucking them. Amber was mewling like a kitten now, holding my head against her chest, her pelvis moving against the thrusts of my hand. I knew she was close to an orgasm, and moved in for the kill. I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger, and squeezed. "Ah! Ah! Ohhh fuuuuck!" Her hips bucked, the muscles of her pussy spasmed around my finger. Her belly tightened and released, tightened again. Then she relaxed back against the car, gasping for breath. When she caught her breath, she smiled sweetly at me, and said, "Now I know why Tracy likes being with you so much. Wow!" Then she noticed that I was undoing my pants. She licked her lips as she watched me free my cock from my underwear. "Pete, are you going to do me?" "Yes, Amber, I'm going to do you." I hadn't heard anybody say it that way in a long time. "Like you do Tracy?" "No, honey, you're a lot different than she is." As I moved toward her, Amber reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties, stepped out of them. I pushed her skirt up again, pressed the tip of my cock against the opening of her pussy. At least she was good and wet, that would make it easier. I wedged the head of my cock inside Amber and shoved into her hard. I felt her cherry pop, and my cock slid all the way inside her. "God, it hurts!" Amber was biting her lip. Her eyes were closed tightly and I could see tears leaking out, running down her cheeks. I held my cock inside, her, didn't move. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear. "It'll only hurt for a minute, honey. Just try to relax." She sobbed against my shoulder for a few seconds, then lifted her face up to look at me. I felt her hips move out against me. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was still inside her, then shoved back in. She moaned, met my thrust with her own. I started fucking her for real. I knew I wasn't going to last long, for some reason I never do with virgins. I held out as long as I could. When I felt the semen start to boil up out of my balls, I pulled Amber close, drove into her as far as I could, and let my cum pour out into her pussy. I grunted as I came inside her, my cock pulsing inside her tight cunt. Amber let out a gasp and shudder as she felt my cum filling her up. It wasn't a full-blown orgasm, but it was still a nice way to finish off her first fuck. "God, Pete, that was nice. Did I do okay?" "Mmmm, you were great, honey." I kissed her gently and started to pull up my pants, suddenly very aware that were standing in my driveway. Amber suddenly looked scared again. "Oh god, we can't ever let Tracy know that we did this. She'd go crazy!" "Don't worry, Amber, I'm not going to say anything." I grinned at her as I watched her button up her blouse and pick up her panties. "And now I've got to go to the store, and you've got to go home. She headed off as I climbed into my car for my shopping trip, feeling pretty good about myself. After all, it's not every guy that gets to pop two fourteen-year-old cherries in the same summer. Two Lovers It might sound like the perfect situation. In town for the Summer, you suddenly find yourself with two teenage lovers. One is girl-next-door sweet and loving, the other is an absolute wild woman. Both want to learn everything you can teach them. Yeah, if you described it to me and said I could have it I'd have jumped at the chance. Funny how things aren't always what you think they're going to be. Oh, the sex was great. I like variety in my sex, and between Tracy and Amber there was plenty of that. Actually, there was plenty of variety just with Tracy, as you probably noticed by now, and Amber was completely different in bed. Liked to cuddle and kiss, was into gentle rather than rough. She was also more passive, in the sense of letting me lead her into new things rather than being the instigator. She wasn't passive at all when we were actually fucking, she liked it just as much as Tracy did, she just liked a different format. No, it was the other things that were making me feel like I was going nuts. Like the way Tracy was getting more demanding. I should have expected that, I was just too wrapped up in the whole crazy teenage sex maniac thing to pay enough attention to her personality. Even after the incident in the shower and the warning from Amber, it still took a while for just how much of a selfish control freak Tracy was. And then there was Amber. She was scared to death of Tracy, or specifically that Tracy would find out I was fucking Amber, too. Amber was always going on about how Tracy would do anything to get her way, and if anybody crossed her, Tracy would make them pay. Well, she could certainly make me pay if she wanted to. If she opened her mouth about what we'd been doing together, I'd spend many years as a guest of the state. I knew some people who worked for the Department of Corrections. I'd heard the stories about what happened in the joint to guys who were in for sexually abusing kids. I suspected that telling the other inmates that the girls had begged me for it wouldn't get me much slack. Amber's attitude, and my own feeling that Tracy just might decide to rat me out if she found out about Amber, meant that the two of us had to really sneak around to get anything in. I mean, even more than I'd normally have to sneak around to have sex with an underage girl. I was pretty much becoming a hermit. I was afraid to go out in public and actually run into other people - I was sure that I'd look so guilty that they'd instantly have me arrested. The dream Summer was turning into more like alternating insomnia and nightmares. But there was still the sex. And it was still great. If I'd only had any idea of just how vindictive Tracy was capable of being, I'd have run away like a dog. The End Tracy was gone for a few days. Family vacation. It actually felt kind of relaxing to me. Less to worry about. It also meant that Amber and I could get together with only the usual paranoia, instead of having to worry about Tracy on top of everything else. Amber came over on Saturday afternoon. I met her at the door with a big kiss. She always tasted sweet, and I was getting hard as soon as I felt her body pressing against mine. "God, I want you so bad!" she gasped out after we finished the kiss. It had been a while, we hadn't both been able to get away from Tracy long enough to do anything lately. I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her into the bedroom. Amber was wearing a tank top and khaki shorts, and I started stripping them off her immediately. As soon as I had her naked, she returned the favor, pulling off my T-shirt and jeans in nothing flat. Then she knelt in front of me, wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock, and swirled her tongue around the head. "Mmmm, good, baby!" Amber was much more conservative at sucking cock than Tracy (surprise). she wouldn't take it back into her throat, and she never let me cum in her mouth. But she was so good with her tongue and lips, especially on the head of my dick, that I didn't care. I loved having her give me a blowjob. Now she let the head of my cock slide into her mouth. She teased me with her lips, then took in a little more and used her tongue on the underside of the head while she began bobbing up and down on the top of the shaft and stroked the bottom with her fingers. At times like this, I could forget about all the bullshit and just enjoy myself. Now I just lost myself in the feeling of Amber's mouth and fingers on my cock. And that was one nice feeling. My balls started to tighten and knew I was going to cum soon. And I knew Amber would want me out of her mouth when I did. She usually didn't let me get this far. "I'm about ready to cum, baby." Normally that was her cue to take my cock out of her mouth so I'd shoot on her tits and belly. This time, though, she just purred around my cock and kept sucking. "Amber, I...oh shit!" The first shot of cum boiled out into Amber's mouth, which was still fastened tightly on me. She took it, gulped, swallowed another, and another. I was ecstatic, but confused. When I finished shooting, and she finished swallowing every bit of it, I lifted her face up. "I wanted to give you a surprise." She was smiling sweetly. "Well, that was definitely a surprise. And a good one." I pulled her to her feet, tossed her onto the bed. She giggled as I crawled between her legs. The giggles stopped as soon as my tongue hit the lips of her pussy, replaced by moans. She was hot and wet, but I went slowly, licking lightly around her lips. I wanted to give my dick a little time to recuperate. When some stirrings started in that department I dove in, letting my tongue dip into Amber's cunt, licking up all the way to her clit. "Yes!" It was a gasp, and about as much as she ever said during sex. She was a moaner and panter, not a talker. As I licked her, and teased her clit, I slipped one finger between her ass cheeks and let it move toward her anus. I'd never touched her there, wasn't sure she'd like it. But she'd let me cum in her mouth, and I wanted to see how she'd react. I rolled my tongue over her clit, let my fingertip brush over the ring of her ass at the same time. "Mmmm." I popped the tip of my finger just inside her ass. "Ah! Oooohhh!" Amber pushed her pelvis down against my finger, forcing a little more of it up her ass. So much for that worry. I fastened my lips on her clit and started to suck as I wiggle my finger deeper into her. back entrance. "Oh oh oh oh god! Uuhhnnn!" Amber shook, I could feel her muscles spasming all through her body. I kept sucking on her clit and reaming her ass as she gasped for breath until finally she pushed my head way. "Stop!" While she panted on the bed, still trembling, I lifted myself up on my knees and showed her still cock. "Look what I've got for you, baby." I grinned, so did she. "Do me, please!" She still said it that way. I didn't care, as long as my cock got to be inside her pussy. Which was exactly where I put it now, lowering myself on top of her and fucking her with long, slow strokes. That was what she liked, at least at first. It really stimulated her. She was moaning and clutching at me in no time. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts, kissed her deeply, licked and sucked at her throat. Amber was on the verge of another orgasm now, her breath catching in her throat. I was about ready to cum myself. I felt Amber's body stiffen, her back arched up off the bed. Her muscles spasmed around my cock, and that was enough to cause my balls to contract and send a fresh load of semen pouring into Amber's cunt. I buried myself in her, held it there while I finished spurting my cum inside her, felt her body trembling against mine, listened to her moan out her own orgasm. We relaxed, cuddling together the way we usually did after sex. And then the world ended. "Is this what the fuck goes on when I'm not here?!" I don't know why Tracy was there when she was supposed to be out of town. I have no idea how she managed to get into the locked house. Amber always did say she knew things no fourteen-year-old girl should know. But there she stood, fury on her face and a carving knife in her hand. Amber jumped out of bed to face her. "Tracy, what are you doing?" She looked terrified. Tracy's hand flashed up, down. About three inches of the knife blade buried itself in Amber's chest, next to her left breast. Amber looked at me, pleading, opened her mouth to say something, then went pale and crumpled to the floor in a pool of her own blood, the knife still wedged in her chest. She shuddered, then went limp, dead or dying. I slowly pulled myself up off the bed, staring at Tracy to avoid looking at Amber's body on the floor. She had the look of a wild animal suddenly freed after living in a cage for years. The violence had unleashed something inside that terrified even me. As I stepped toward her, I noticed to my horror that my cock was getting hard. Tracy saw it, too. She stared at my cock, breathing heavily, obviously turned on by everything that was happening. "I'm the one you really want, right? You want to fuck me." "Yeah, baby, I want to fuck you." My voice was low, almost a whisper, and raspy. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing or saying. I was sure that whatever life I'd had up to that point was over. I reached Tracy and began ripping her clothes off. Her T-shirt hit the floor in shreds, I broke the clasp on her bra when I pulled it off. I jerked her shorts and panties off without even unfastening them. With every move, Tracy was breathing heavier, looking more out of control. I picked her up, pinned her against the wall, and slammed my cock into her hard enough to knock the breath out of her. I started fucking her viciously, ramming her harder than I ever had with any woman before. She loved it. "Yes, Pete, fuck me! Fuck me so hard I can't move! Oh, god, shit!" After that she was incoherent, moaning and making wild noises in the back of her throat. She was thrashing against me so hard she nearly knocked my cock our of her. I raked my nails along her sides and she almost screamed. I slapped her ass, hard, and felt her pussy contract around my cock. I licked her throat, sucked on it, then bit down. I thought I might draw blood. Tracy's body went rigid, then began to vibrate so hard she was almost going into convulsions. "Fuck fuck fuck, yes, more!" she screamed as her body exploded in its orgasm. My balls twitched, sent the first pulse of my cum through my cock and into her pussy. As I started to cum, I closed my hand around Tracy's throat, lightly at first. She gasped as my cum in her cunt and my hand on her throat intensified her orgasm. It was all I could do to keep her pinned up against the wall. As I felt my balls emptying, I stepped back, pulling out of Tracy, letting the last spurt of my cum splash against her belly. I closed my hand tighter around her throat, leaning against her for leverage. Tracy realized what was happening, mouthed "No!" unable to get enough breath to talk. "Yes." That raspy whisper again. It was all I could say. I saw Tracy's face turn a pasty purple, her eyes roll back in her head. Whiffed the smell of death as she voided her bowels and bladder. Felt her go limp as her windpipe collapsed under the pressure from my hand. I stood there for a few more seconds, squeezing, leaning against her, then let go. Tracy's body slumped to the floor. My arm was shaking. I was breathing in deep gasps. I felt like I was going to throw up. No, I had to get some control of the situation. I took one last look at the bodies, then quickly got dressed and grabbed a few extra clothes. I was in southern California, Mexico wasn't that far away. Chances were that I was a dead man, that I'd never make it across the border before the girls were found and the alarm went off. But I didn't really have much choice. I'm on the road, now, on the way to Tijuana. The story will be on the news, so you'll know if they caught me before I hit the border or not. If they didn't, don't wait to hear from me. -----

Fertility rights My wife Kerry was five-five and while not a model she had a very pretty face and a nice, if slight, body. We were middle class living in a good house in the south East of England. In fact if I'm truly honest we had a very good lifestyle and were very lucky with both family and friends. So to the reason I've sent this to be published: after six years of `trying' for a baby we decided to seek help and that was when Kerry discovered that she had problems with my sperm so conception would be a problem for us. Now I'm not going to pretend that what happened was either my idea or even with my real approval but after discussing IVF and deciding it was both too painful and expensive we then talked about donor, eggs, sperm and even adoption but Kerry was definite about the baby being hers. It wasn't until several months later that she suggested we try a surrogate father and after a bit of confusion when I thought she meant donor sperm or an IVF cycle even after we'd discounted it, she told me she meant she wanted it conceived in a natural way. Then after a rather strained conversation she admitted that she wanted to try getting pregnant by having sex with another man. I'm no pussy and I went mental and we had the biggest row of our life and Kerry was so upset she could barely say anything other than sorry for the next day or so. However that didn't stop her asking it again a few weeks later, in a rather more subtle way this time although once again she backed off after my curt reaction. Anyway the topic was brought up by Kerry yet again after she found out she was again having a period following a month when we tried to do everything right; fitness, diet and even timing our lovemaking so we covered the most fertile time of the month. This time I was less abrupt so she decided to continue with her pitch. She explained that if we made love just as we were doing but she `supplemented' (her term) my sperm with another mans a couple of times then the volume might well do the trick as the doctors had suggested. I of course wasn't happy about this on many levels, firstly there was the child; who would not be mine, secondly there was the complication of finding another compatible (me look-alike) man and thirdly, the big one, her having sex with someone else. Kerry suggested that if we adopted then neither of us would be the biological parent so this was better and that we'd both vowed if we did eventually adopt we'd love the child as our own so what was the difference. She also added that by us making love at the same time the baby might well be mine and we would put me down as the father anyway, unless we couldn't because of conflicting blood type or something. She then added that she wanted to choose the man she was with, probably on-line but she would have to think it over carefully. Whatever he would be a stranger and she would make sure he didn't know her at all so it really would be just a brief encounter. Finally she then admitted there was nothing she could do for my jealousy except to say she loved me and would always love me and if I could love her after, then we would still be happy but with a much sort after baby to love as well. I really wasn't keen, so it drifted for another month but after yet one more tear-filled evening when she began her next month's period I caved in and said OK. I suppose I thought Kerry would take some time to decide herself what she was going to do but after lots of hugs and thank-you's she went at it full tilt. The following night she said she'd been thinking about the best way forward and she felt we should book a weekend away the following month and then she would find a partner the nights we were there while we could do our thing the rest of the time. Like I said Kerry wasn't a babe but more Peaches and Cream pretty, however for that weekend she bought new clothes for the evenings and it was funny but once organised we were both as horny as hell although I was still not really sure I would actually let her do it. We chose Manchester as our destination being a long way away and somewhere we didn't believe we would run into anyone we knew. There was also an added advantage that Kerry worked with a girl who'd moved from the city less than a year before and happily chatted to her about all the great nightspots she knew. Once there Kerry sat me down and told me in a very forceful voice (as forceful as she could be anyway!) that there was no going back and she was going to go ahead with the `task in hand' (another of her expressions). I must admit I smiled at this and after unpacking we had a very late lunch then went around the city for a while before returning to the room where we made love for an hour. After that Kerry went for a hair appointment while I went for a swim. I wasn't actually going to go into the club she'd chosen because she felt that she couldn't be with anyone else while I was there. However I was going to stay nearby until either she came out alone or I got a text to say she needed our room and I had to occupy myself for an hour or two. She was in the bathroom when I returned so when she came out after getting ready I was blown away: Kerry wore a short tight black dress, sheer hold-ups, well applied makeup, with ruby lips and she'd had a `perm' that made her look like a different and very sexy, woman. All I could say was `wow' as she did a twirl obviously delighted with her look. After that we went to the bar and had a few drinks for courage then went into the city centre. We found a bar that was open until late only a few doors from the club and there we stayed for a couple of hours longer chatting nervously waiting for it to open. Finally Kerry gave my arm a squeeze and told me to keep an ear out for the phone then she left me. I watched her go looking more sexy than I'd ever seen her and I knew that if she wanted she would be able to pick up anyone tonight. I was still sober when she left (and she was a bit tipsy) but after a few more I was getting a little drunk and that was when I decided to go in to the club anyway. I had some strange idea I'd be able to find her and watch her in action but there was part of me that also wanted to stop her so I half hoped she'd see me and call the whole thing off. Anyway I went to the door and was turned away as they said I didn't fit the dress code although it was more to do with me being alone. So reluctantly I hung about the pub again for a while then as chance would have it two clearly well oiled girls wobbled up towards the doors chatting about going to the club in question and on the spur of the moment I rushed after them and asked if I could go in with them. At first they told me to piss off but when I shrugged and walked away one of the called after me and said ok. They introduced themselves as Candy and Em and I told them my name was Bobby even though no one ever calls me that not even my mother. The men at the door let us straight in only Em said I had to buy them drinks as a thank you. I did and we got chatting as I scanned the room looking for Kerry which given I was now a little drunk wasn't that easy in the half-light. Em then dragged me to the dance floor and we had a bop for a while then returned to find her friend was back on the floor with another guy. Now it's really strange but not for one minute did I try to pick her up and maybe that's why she actually decided I was worth getting to know as she thought I was playing it really cool. There was no sign of Kerry at all but before long Em was making it clear that she wanted to be with me for the night and slowly I warmed to the idea that maybe both Kerry and I could have fun that evening, something I'd never considered. Now I won't bore you with the details but after another hour we were necking and finally she suggested we go. Her friend was simply left as we headed back to her apartment which they shared. Once inside Em was really aggressive and we were stripped down in moments. We went to her bed and we had sex, hard fast and without any pauses until I'd cum and flopped on her She made it clear she wasn't finished so I took a bathroom break then after we kissed for a while and she worked on me until I became hard again and we made love. This time around I lasted a very long time (it was my third sexual activity in twelve hours) and with a great boost to my ego Em climaxed very noisily twice. Once we'd finally finished she held me tight and whispered that I was great and she had never had better sex. Of course I was flattered (especially as I was drunk) but knew given the ease at which I'd picked her up that she was very far from being a virgin and probably said that to all her lovers. Anyway I slept for a while then woke with a jolt remembering Kerry. After dressing I went to stumble out to order a taxi only Em was standing at the front door, naked and with a sad expression on her face. I made some lame excuses but she cut me off and pointing at my finger said she knew I was married and needed to go back to the `little woman' but pleaded with me to give her my mobile number which I reluctantly did as I took hers. I noticed I had a message and picking it up heard Kerry whispering an apology for not phoning earlier nor returning to the hotel but she was going to spend the night with her new friend and return the following morning. So that was it; I suddenly felt both cheated, since she'd sworn not to spend the night with anyone and invigorated as Em was still standing naked in front of me her large breasts swaying gently as she swung her hips at me in hope as I listened to the phone message. Twenty minutes later I'd unloaded inside her again and we fell asleep. Thankfully she was up at eight so after we had sex and she'd called me a taxi we sat drinking coffee before I left for the hotel with a kiss and a wave goodbye. It was strange but Em, while probably ten years older than me, really got me excited and her offer to meet the following night was something I was considering. I was the first back at our hotel and in the pool when Kerry appeared at the poolside fully dressed and invited me to come back to the room. Once there she was a little coy but after undressing she revealed her body with a series of hickies on her neck and breasts. She tried to cover them up but since I was now also feeling guilty I just laughed them off and suggested we get into bed. We made love (I must admit this was more sex than I'd had even when I was a randy teenager) and then Kerry admitted getting so drunk that by the time she left with a guy she could barely walk. She also admitted she didn't remember the sex which she was now pleased about as she didn't want to do it again. I of course had a date for that night so was now the one actually considering asking her to keep her nerve but she was clearly very uncomfortable which made me think that there was more to this and maybe she hadn't liked it. I decided to remain silent and let the whole event end but perversely she then changed her decision. So that night we went out again only after a visit to a cocktail bar Kerry went into a new club only this time I also left and went on to a different bar where I met Em. We had a good time although she met a group of her friends and I felt a little bit of an outsider. It was also clear that not only did she know them very well but the way she acted with several of the guys made it clear she'd probably slept with them all at one time. I was a little uncomfortable being there at first but soon I was feeling no pain and the night went well. Around midnight or slightly later one of the guys announced an impromptu party at a house a few miles away and with Em urging me to go with her I did, after I checked my messages. The place was more like student digs which surprised me since Em and her friends were all in their mid thirties but once inside she confirmed it was student accommodation but the current home of the older brother of one of her group who rented it out to help with the mortgage. Anyway we danced and had a good laugh with her friends and the hordes of people there. A little later Em dragged me away from the packed front room and after she was forced to wait for me to listen to Kerry's voice message (saying that she was going to stay out again) I followed her up the stairs where we went to find an empty room. "Look at this!" She said as we peered into one of the smaller bedroom. On the single bed in front of us was a girl around twenty having sex with two guys. She saw us and simply grinned (if you can call it that as she continued to suck on the cock in her mouth) seemingly unperturbed that we were watching. Em and I stayed there for a short while before we realised we were desperate for our own private party so we went to another room only to find it locked. The next bedroom (the house was over three floor and had six bedrooms in total) was occupied as well so made the third floor where we found a gathering in one of the rooms and peering around the three or four guys standing at the entrance we could see a naked black guy screwing a girl on the bed as another was seemingly waiting for his chance. Em giggled and whispered that the girl was probably going to fuck the whole room and the way she blurted it made me think it was said with a hint of jealousy. Anyway we found a smaller room at the end was empty and although it didn't have a bed in it, just a PC and a small TV, we shoved the dog-eared sofa that sat across the whole back wall so it kept the door shut and then we stripped and went at it like rabbits. We both climaxed really quickly and then made love again slowly for simply ages. We heard some commotion from outside and more than once there were attempts to open the door but the sofa was tight against it so there was no chance. Just once someone banged on the door and asked what the hell was going on but Em called out to whoever it was and they recognised her, said sorry and left. It was a bit cold without blankets so after snoozing for a short while we decided to brave the hallway and found the house quiet and still. The bedroom at the end was open and we went in only we found the bed was still occupied by the two black guys and the girl so we tiptoed out. I suggested we leave but she was really sleepy and didn't want to see me go, so we tried those on the first floor and found one of the rooms empty. I have no idea whose bed we stole but Em decided she was sufficiently awake to make love again and as we were getting into our stride a man appeared and cursed at us. Clearly he'd only got up for a few minutes probably to have a pee or something (the bed had been warm when we stole it) but after asking us to leave twice Em replied that our needs were greater so with another profanity the guy gave up and left but not before grabbing a sleeping bag from the top of the wardrobe. Strangely we woke early and after Em returned with coffee she got me to tell her all about where I came from and my wife. She was interested to know why I was out in a strange city alone yet needed to check in on my wife several times an evening. I thought of several lies but eventually I admitted that Kerry and I were doing separate things then added that she was probably with another man. This really interested Em who kept on at me until finally (I figured why not) I admitted that it was part of her trying to get pregnant because of her nearly blocked tubes and my sperm count. Em said it was such a hot thing to allow her do then said if she'd know the night before she could have organised a string of guys to `do my wife' but I said that wasn't what Kerry wanted. But Em laughed and said yes it probably was. Anyway after dozing for a few minutes longer we dressed and went to the kitchen where there were a couple of men (students) trying to cook breakfast with very limited rations so after a brief chat Em disappeared, returning with a newspaper, bread and a large pack of bacon. We then had fried bacon butties and a mug of tea each as she sat on my knees reading the paper until with other appearing we decided to leave. It was as we got to the front door I saw Kerry emerging from the bathroom at the top of the stairs. She didn't see me but even from that far I could see she was still a little unsteady on her feet. Em followed my glance and as I went to go to my wife she caught my arm and asked. "Kerry?" I nodded but she held me and suggested I best not go up because she would realise I'd been cheating on her which, I'd admitted to Em, was not part of the deal. "But she's upstairs!" I replied. "And going up to see her and admitting your infidelity will do what exactly?" She asked. I looked at her then shook my head. I was desperate to see what she was up to (although I had a pretty good idea) but knew there was some sense in what Em was saying so I just stood foolishly not moving. "Tell you what, I'll have a look and let you know if it's something you can handle or we should just scarper." Em smiled and trotted off as I remained immobile. She was gone maybe six or seven minutes and I actually met her on the stairs when I'd finally decided to follow. "You don't want to go up!" She stated and put her hand on my chest. Of course it didn't deter me at all so I brushed past her and stood on the landing looking about. Em shrugged and pointed at the ceiling so I went to the stair and then as I got to the top floor I suddenly realised which room she would be in. With a sense of dread but also a perverse feeling of excitement I went to the door of the far bedroom and looked in. Kerry was still in the clothes I'd seen her in at the top of the stairs only she was riding the man on the bed, her knickers pushed to one side with her dress bunched about her waist. I could here her saying `Oh God yes!' and `This is so, so good.' As she spoke she gyrated in a way that told of just how much she was getting from it. Em was by my side and dragged me back so we were to the side of the doorframe looking in from the still relatively dark hallway watching my wife making love to this man. Em was fumbling with my trousers and found my rock hard cock which she began to pull on kissing my neck from time to time as she also watched my wife making love. Kerry was clearly enjoying it immensely as she rose and fell on the man's large cock then I was further shocked when a second man appeared from the shadows and began to kiss her. She broke away half-heartedly a couple of time but then surrendered to him as he pulled her dress off and began to kiss and bite her breasts. Em was now getting very hot and whispered that she needed the same treatment and the she brazenly dropped her kickers and lifted her own dress helping me into her very used pussy. She was now against the wall outside the bedroom and facing away but she urged me to talk to her about what my wife was doing and after a hesitation I began to describe in whispers how she was engaged in sex with two big men. "Not just big." Em added "But black. Your wife might be having a black baby." That was it and to both our surprise I had a huge climax at that moment and this brought her to her own. We held each other as Kerry moaned with her own orgasm then Em suggested that we best clear out before my wife saw us. "What do I care!" I stated (admittedly still in a whisper) "She's risking having a black baby!" "Did you tell her not to?" Em surprised me with her reply. "No but the baby was still possibly going to be mine, now that's not going to happen is it!" "You'll just have to admit you had donor sperm." She said dragging me down to the ground floor. "Everyone will know that we'd only have asked for donor sperm from a white man." "Mistakes happen. Just say it was an error but you don't care because you have child to raise." "I wanted to pretend to myself that it was mine; I so wanted a child that I could call my own." "Hmm... do you know that she is actually fertile at the moment?" "Yes we've been trying for a baby for ages." I said. "This was all her suggestion wasn't it. And she's been on about it for months and months you said." I agreed. "And she told you about the blocked tubes." "What are you driving at?" "I'm not sure but I suspect the way your wife was acting she's been planning to go black for some time, that's if she hadn't already!" I looked at her with loathing but she held my gaze evenly. "I'm not trying to upset you but she was the woman we saw in that room last night with that larger group watching her with those black guys. Now you can pretend your wife has come to a strange city and somehow ended up doing that by chance but it's a pretty significant change of emphasis, if you understand me, so I suspect she has wanted this from the outset." Em shrugged. "You wait. She'll get to the end of the month and not be pregnant and suggest you try this again. It's a softening up process Mark. You'll soon start to do this every month and I bet those evenings will be involve her with a black lover." I tried to pull away but she resisted my tug. "Look I could be wrong but I'm just saying what she has got up to is well beyond anything that might happen by complete accident. Anyway if I'm wrong she will tell you about it." We ordered a taxi which left me back to the hotel while Em went off home for some sleep. I packed the suitcases and thought it bizarre that we'd hired the room and apart from one short sex session we'd not used the bed at all. Kerry arrived as I was about to check out; it was getting tight for time. She apologised and jumped into the shower. I stood in the doorway and trying to keep calm I asked her about her evening. She then told me she'd met a guy at the club and after a few drinks they'd gone to a party. I actually felt smug that she was being honest with me and mentally decided to phone Em when I got home to tell her she was wrong and a bitch for being so nasty about my wife. Kerry also described how she'd got a bit too drunk and let the guy take her to a spare room where they'd made love. Just as I went to ask a question about his colour she added that after what was a `quickie' they'd gone back to his flat where they'd slept until late hence why she'd only just got back. I wanted to yell and call her a liar but dared not. I kept probing about the party and the other guests there but she just kept up the pretence and I felt crushed when she said that I needn't worry the guy was the image of me! The journey home was quiet as we were both sleepy so took it in turns to drive but once home as agreed we made love. It was odd I wasn't sure if I should tell her the truth and risk her turning on me or accept that she'd been with a black guy and hope it was just a one off. Her sex was a little loose but she was very hot and the session was full of passion so I mentally forgave her and hoped it was simply her guilt stopping her from telling me. Life returned to normal for the next few weeks until her period came; maybe I was too suspicious but she didn't seem that surprised (despite the tears) or show any signs of relief (that she wasn't possibly expecting a mixed race child) so I began to suspect that Em might have been correct after all especially when Kerry suggested we try the same thing again that month as well. I didn't know what to do. I thought about confronting her but it sounds strange but while I knew she was going to sleep with someone else she had no idea (or indeed had given approval) that I had as well. In the end I decided to set a trap for her and suggested Manchester again as it seemed the logical place to go however she said no and told me she wanted to go somewhere else because she was too embarrassed to go back to the same clubs. Finally after discussing if for a few days we settled on a large town, slight closer to home but just as unlikely to pose a threat to our anonymity. Also there was the cost of yet another hotel so we agreed to stop at cheap motel just for one night. So two weeks later we arrived and I sat in the small room watching her getting dolled up in a short skirt and tight top looking like a different woman once again to the one I was used to. She appeared far more confident this time and after a few drinks she got me to escort her to a club where she left me at the door. I wandered away but this time only to a bar down the road and after half an hour or so I followed her in. The place was dark and busy but I was wary just in case Kerry saw me although I needn't have worried. I spotted my wife on the almost empty dance floor moving about showing off curves clearly enjoying the fact that she was the focus of most of the attention from the men gathered around the outside.. I settled in a corner and waited as the place got busier although on one occasion she very nearly saw me as she came to the bar just behind where is stood but thankfully she didn't. Anyway within an hour I was having trouble seeing her at all and only a little after that she was swallowed up in the crowded room. So I nearly missed what I'd come to see: I was actually sipping a new bottle of beer when I spotted Kerry with a large black guy, whose arm encircled her waist, making for the exit. I fought to get to her but she had gone by the time I made the door. I checked my mobile but there was nothing so I went back to the hotel where of course I was alone all night. I got the usual text say she was going to stay out, at half past two over an hour after she'd actually left, so I settled down to a fitful sleep trying to think of how I was going to challenge her in the morning. The following day she didn't arrive until I was checking out, when she rushed up and apologised. Since she didn't have time to change she just grabbed the keys and went to sleep in the back of the car while I paid the rather surprised desk clerk. I questioned her once I had joined her but she more or less repeated the lies of the previous month: The guy was nice, loving, slow to pick up her signs but when they'd eventually made it to his apartment he turned out to be sensitive in bed although rather boringly, plus he had been determinedly sound asleep when she left him. I waited for her to add something but she settled down and went to sleep. I drove home brooding then once in the house it began: "Let's go up and make love." She stated. "What's the point?" I replied. "Well we want you to have an equal chance of being the father." She responded looking at me. "The problem is," I began taking a deep breath. "I saw you last month at the party and again yesterday. This isn't about making a baby it's about you living some fantasy of yours!" She stared at me for several seconds her face was white and from her expression I realised I'd got her, or so I thought. After a further pause she shrugged and said in an almost relieved way that we best talk. I followed her into the next room where she sat facing me on opposite sofa. "You know that I expected and hoped you would follow me last month but when you didn't I guessed you were comfortable with the whole thing anyway. Look I'm really sorry to have hurt you but I've been that way inclined for several years now..." "What way?" I chipped back. "Attracted to black men, I err..." She took a deep breath herself, "Remember when you said I was acting a little off for a month or two a couple of years ago, well you probably don't remember but that was after I went alone to Fiona and Guy's wedding. You see when I was there I was seduced by a black guy." She looked at me with her dark eyes and I saw tears. "Frankly Mark I found the whole thing such a turn on that I realised it was never going to be a one time thing. At first I actually resented you for being an obstacle to my desires but then I decided I needed to get a grip and so I tried to love you again for the wonderful man that you are." She glanced at her tightly grasping hands as she locked and unlocked her fingers. "I put the thoughts to one side for a while but that Christmas at our works dinner one of the contractors, who is black, danced with me and all my feeling came back. It was ridiculous because he was in his late forties and very happily married but I felt so hot just touching him. It was only then that I discovered just why I had such feelings! You see I loved, no adored, the fact that I was white and married and in the arms of a black man. It felt ... feels so taboo and so exciting that I wanted it to become much more. I wanted to be seduced, ravished, dominated, used for another man's pleasure. I craved his large dark body on mine, his dark manhood deep in my married sex and actually wanted him to use me as he wanted without asking." She sat back looking at me hard. "In the end the music finished and he said a polite thank you and off he went so I was left with a damp patch in my underwear and desires I just had to satisfy. Of course that was actually quite easy to achieve so once I decided that I would find a man for the night I simply chose one who fitted my requirements; he was young, black and someone who had no connection to me. It was fantastic; after chatting to him for less than an hour I simply made it clear that I wanted him and we left for my room." She was now talking in such a way that she could have been describing a move she'd enjoyed rather than her adultery. "We made love for hours and he made me feel so excited and slutty that I didn't want it to end. He wasn't anything special, I mean you are a really good lover and his equipment wasn't any bigger but simply because he was black he got me so hot. I loved lying under him looking at his dark cock between my pale legs and just watching our distorted image in the glass of a picture hanging on the wall made me climax; his black body covering my white married one. You see I craved the illicit nature of it and loved that it's so wrong." I couldn't speak. I'd feared many things but I'd somehow never dreamed the interracial element was the key to her desires. I guess I simply thought the thrill of being with another man was what drove her libido. "After that party I decided I still loved you and didn't want us to divorce but knew you'd never understand so was forced to go behind your back. Now part of the thrill of this is being white and married so anyway a divorce would have taken away the main element of what makes it so thrilling. I'm so sorry. But after that I began to meet other men. I went online and chatted to people then would arrange to meet them and always ended up having sex. The only problem was that although I loved being with a black partner I didn't feel good about it and really worried that you would eventually find out and it would destroy our marriage." She sat back and fixed me with a hard stare. "Anyway I realised that I needed to persuade you to allow me to indulge myself. It was pretty obvious that it wasn't going to be easy so I came up with the excuse of making a baby as a way of starting the ball rolling. I wasn't sure how it would go but once you agreed I thought that if you saw me with a black man so you might begin to understand my needs." "Understand?" I said dumbfounded. "You prefer to have sex with men other than me! That's what I understand!" I was shocked at her candour and still reeling at what it meant. "Look Mark. You say you saw me last week so you know how deep the feeling are within me. I can't stop now but I really desperately want us to remain together. I love you so very much only I also crave sex with others. Now you can be sure that the last thing I want to do is to actually go off with anyone. The man yesterday for example was great. He knew I was into him so got really cocky and got me to have sex with him in a number of ways but I loved it all. The only thing I can add is that the last thing I wanted to do this morning was to be around him. The sex is great with all of them but that's the start and end of it. Besides I also love having sex with you and I think this actually helps to keep our relationship strong." That was that. I sat silently then after thinking things over I added. "What about trying for a baby?" I asked. "Was a lie as well? I presume there is nothing wrong with your tubes." "I wouldn't lie about that!" She responded angrily. "Actually I nearly always use something but occasionally they haven't. I must admit at first I was really scared I'd get pregnant but it seems that it's pretty unlikely, particularly when it's an occasional one-nighter." "Meaning children are out of the question?" "Hopefully not. The more we do it the greater the chance and I thought that if I'm not pregnant in say a year then we could try IVF although I'm not keen." "But if you did get pregnant how would we know that the baby isn't from one of your affairs with one of these men?" "They are not affairs. That implies some love and there is no love, just sex. As I've told you I try to get them to use something. Last night the guy did but the month before only the man I went with on the first night used one. I guess I should be a little more concerned but lets be honest any baby would be fantastic." "So what am I meant to do now?" I asked, shattered. "Let me have sex with black men! I want you to watch it all; getting dressed, flirting, being picked up and my ultimate of you watching me as I let a man have sex with me." That was pretty much the end of the conversation and after a prolonged silence we went to bed although despite Kerry's attempts I was not interested in sex at all. The following day she tried to talk to me about it several times but I wasn't ready and brushed it away. Two weeks later she sat me down as informed me she was feeling period-ish. She then added that she desperately needed to arrange another weekend and really wanted me agree and help. I said that I'd find it hard to do so but she simply added that she would do the research and find somewhere appropriate to visit so as long as I came with her that would be fine. It is daft but I didn't say anything only she sorted out a hotel for two nights and when the time arrived I went with her on the Friday. I was sick with worry but felt powerless to say no as I'd allowed this to go too far to stop it anyway. So that evening Kerry spent an age making herself up; with a short velvet dress (really short this time) black opaque satin tights and a pair of black wet-look knickers that were only just hidden by the skirt of her outfit. Her shoes were high and her make-up was bold. She was so different to the girl I married I was stunned. After several drinks in a pub where she was constantly checked out by the men at the bar we went to a club and as arranged separated. This time I watched from a more open position as she fended off a number of men until one more to her choosing came along, that is to say he was black. Kerry danced with him, slowly getting more and more friendly until they finally kissed as I watched, my heart racing. After that he was all over her and she did nothing to put him off. When the night grew late she came over to me and let me know that `Bob was going to take her back to his place and fuck her hard' (her words said with glee) and I should go back to the hotel and wait for her to come back. I did this without any prospect of seeing her before the morning so wasn't surprised when she arrived just after ten and insisted I have sex with her. It was strange making love to her as she described how aggressive the guy had been the previous night and how much she came when he had her. She was actually quite dry and admitted that they'd done it several times that morning. Of course I was at least allowed to cum inside her which was a small bonus but after that she slept as I went for walk before waking her for lunch. Really there is little more to add, she did the same the following night although for a change she called me around three in the morning and I slipped out and picked her up from a house a few miles away. After that weekend we were out several times in the month only she decided on the third weekend that she wanted to invite a man back to our house so I could see her having sex. That first time I was struck how vocal Kerry was and just how intense her climaxes were which made me feel a little inadequate by comparison but she still happily had sex with me after her partner had left. I had witnessed my wife's double life for months now; she was a nice normal woman with our friends but once every few weeks she became a complete slut. She loved to spice things up and a few months later we had several people around to quote for some building work, one of them turned up with a black guy as his colleague causing Kerry to joke about him being a perfect gift for her birthday which was in about five weeks. We argued about it but she finally won and we hired them yet despite my pointing out this was too close to home and her promising not to be stupid, she was. They started a few weeks later and all seemed fine but then the next week when I came home on her birthday evening I found her having sex with the man yet if anything my finding them together drove her to a huge orgasm. After he left she giggled about it and said `thank you' for her present. Rather than leaving it at that Thursday she greeted him at the door in her underwear and the following day she made love to him as soon as he arrived before we got dressed for work. She sat on the toilet his slime falling from her giggling as we heard him whistling contentedly as he began his days work. Thankfully she resisted him after that although she gave him a `thank you' fuck the last day they were there. I suppose eventually she grew a little tired of these and from then on her interracial affairs slowly became less and less frequent. Eventually one evening we went to bed early, she was getting amorous, and made love then as we were lying together after she whispered she was pregnant. I was so overjoyed I nearly cried and after a few moments she actually did. We hugged and held each other and were so happy it was just wonderful. She had a normal birth and things settled until Matty was just about a year old when she sat me down and asked me if she could find a black lover the next weekend. I asked if she meant long term but she gave me the biggest kiss and told me not to be daft, just the weekend. I agreed and the look she gave me told me she'd been hoping for this for a long time. The next weekend she dressed in gear that made her look gorgeous and I dropped her at a club. She called for me to pick her up at three the next morning which I did only when she got into the car (our baby was asleep in his seat) she had been crying. It turned out the man she met had got her to tell him about some of the things she'd done, which she thought would just make the night hotter only he'd decided she was more or less a whore and had been very abusive and rather aggressive to her. She was bitten and bruised but despite my desire to get even with him, I had his address after all, she told me not to and so I didn't. That encounter changed Kerry however and she's lost interest in black men. It's been two years since that time and she is adamant she will never do it again. We still have just one child but are very, very happy and our sex life continues to be great.

Being a white, middle class couple means it's hard to adopt a small child especially when the only ones in care tend to be black or mixed race. Local councils in England have an obligation to make sure children are brought up aware of their ethnic origins and do not get disconnected from their own race. At least that's what we were told repeatedly when we tried to adopt. It was ironic but we found out that our status as white, middle class people actually put us at the bottom of the eligibility scale. We'd have had a better chance if one of us had been an ex. convict (obviously depending on the crime) and we'd been in community accommodation rather than owning our own place. Now no one wants to be unable to have children and certainly no one plans for it so when, once I'd turned twenty seven, my husband and I began `trying' for a baby it took a while to discover there were problems. It's not uncommon these days and there are very many reasons why. Eventually we discovered Colin had lower than required sperm mobility which explained why it had been hard to conceive but not why I'd had two miscarriages when we'd finally been successful. It was suggested I had an implantation problem, reasons unknown, but possibly due to some chemical imbalance of the developing eggs. So we turned to IVF but this is both costly and soon became pointless when at the second attempt I got pregnant only to lose it again. So here we were, where we didn't plan to be; both thirty two and childless hence our genuine desire to adopt. The agencies were unhelpful and frankly I was slowly resigned to the fact that I would never have children. It was when I read that there was some pressure on social services to relax their rules to help lift the adoption rate and that meant considering white couples adopting children with an ethnic background. So we reapplied but our first interview was really hard. I cannot remember it as well as subsequent ones but I do recall there was quite a large panel and they were very negative as if we were doing something really bad. Somehow we were offered a second meeting and at this there were three people present, all black who basically repeated what we'd been told before that we couldn't possibly understand the problems a black child would encounter. We argued that we could offer a stable home that would allow the child to grow up happy and secure but as one of the women pointed out the child would still be subject to racial intolerance and possible discrimination. Then one of the others asked us bluntly if we'd considered what people would think when they saw us with the child. "What do you mean?" I asked. "To be blunt while your family and friends will know the truth everyone you meet casually or become friends with in the future will believe you have had a sexual relationship with a black man." "People will know it's not ours." Alan agreed. "But that's fine." "No you misunderstand. People will look at your wife and assume she has got pregnant by a black man, they won't stop to ask if she gave birth to him or her, they will just know it isn't yours, Alan." "I don't care if people think that when they don't know the facts, our friends will know." I responded angrily. "Well you should! What are you going to do, put a sign on the baby that reads `this is not really my biological child' or perhaps `this child is adopted?' If you take a black baby and love it as yours you can't then keep telling people it is adopted." "We won't." Alan stated. "Then I go back to what I said before, you have to be happy to allow people to think you wife had sex with a black man otherwise this adoption will not work as you will forever be making apologies or denials for it." "Look we really don't mind what people think. We will love the child and give it a fantastic home." "So you are telling me you are both happy and willing to allow people, many people to think you have had sex with a black man and that your husband is happy about it, because that is the truth of what most people will think." She added before I could reply. "They can think what they want!" "Even the mums when your child begins school, unless as I said you put a label on it or tell everyone that they are adopted as soon as you meet them." "We understand why you are saying this but we are fine with that..." "That people see your wife as a woman who enjoys interracial sex?" It was a question we both knew had to be answered in the right way or our slim chances would be extinguished at the very first hurdle. "... Yes we really won't mind. If people see us in that way, then fine." "And you won't feel the need to make the truth known up front? To do so would really damage the child's development... " "If people we get friendly with think that I really don't mind." I stated forcefully. "Frankly I find that hard to believe. Have either of you dated black people?" "I don't see why that has any bearing on this..." "It has every bearing, Mr Wilson, You think that just saying you are cool about people thinking you wife has or had a black lover will make it ok, well it won't. You don't mix with black people socially; your file states you are friends with only one couple who are Black and there is an Asian friend from college who you still see. It doesn't matter about the, as you put it `diverse ethnic mix' at your respective workplaces, this is hardly interracial mixing that will allow you to balance your understanding of how to raise this child." "We can't help that we don't have that many coloured friend..." "But you can," the chair stated in an almost apologetic tone, "now listen! I want you to have a shot at this but truthfully it really doesn't seem likely. Can you think of anything you can do to improve your profile?" I was stumped and we were silent. My tears began to fall again. "OK Gail, I'm not going to rule this out completely as I can see you really do want this to happen. Tell you what I can do, you need to mix with more appropriate people and I've been thinking. I hold a group every Wednesday not too far from here for mothers to discuss a number of issues with pregnancy, birth and raising the little ones in a difficult environment. It will be very different to what you are used to but if you come with an open mind it will help you to both understand the difficulties raising a black child as well as getting to know more women." I looked at Alan who nodded positively. "Yes I'd like that." I replied. "If you are sure, I mean this is hardly a tea and scones meeting!" She challenged. "It will be fine." "OK, I'll send you the location and details and you should plan to attend weekly for the next few months if at all possible. Now what you two really need to do is think long and hard about how you can better integrate both yourselves and any baby, should you be successful, within the black community." The meeting was over and went home depressed but not completely without hope. Wednesday I pulled up outside the rather small shabby building and with a nervous glance at the street went to the door. I found the room and entered looking with some surprise at the white faces in the room. I guess I'd expected there to be mostly black women there but there were none except the social worker. It turned out four of the seven women were currently expecting a black baby while the other three had produced them in the past few months. I was aware that they would all think I was also pregnant but given the conversation I had during the last interview the last thing I was going to do was offer that information especially as the social worker, who was facilitating the meeting, was watching me closely. "Lisa can you tell everyone how you are feeling about this baby?" The facilitator asked after we'd settled into seats. "I'm happy but a little scared. I don't know what my friends and family will think when they find out the baby isn't my husbands." "But you want the child?" "Yes I do it's just working out how to let the world know it's going to be black." "Can you explain to everyone how this came about. Remember everyone here has a similar story so don't feel guilty or embarrassed." "I met another man at a party and we had sex. It was fantastic..." "Because he was black and all that means!" The facilitator added with a smile. "Yes. Anyway I got his number and met him on and off for a few weeks until I realised I was pregnant." "Why can't it be you husbands?" "Because I stopped having sex with him when I met Dan." "And now?" "Well I told my husband about its father and he went spare. He threw me out so I've been staying with friends but I've decided I want to keep it." "So your husband, is he still mad at you?" "Well yes. I've spoken to him a few times since and I think he knows I still love him but can't understand why it happened especially as I'm a Catholic so there was such a high risk. Of course we've got a child already so I'm hoping he'll take me back once he's got over the shock. It's just a pity I wasn't brave enough to talk to him about it before I became pregnant." "And you?" She turned to another woman who smiled. "I had a black boyfriend but didn't bother with anything `cos he hated condoms. Knocked me up a couple of months ago then left!" "But you are keeping the baby as well." "Yep. I'm really happy to be expecting his baby." "Tina?" She turned to a short woman, two down from me who smiled. "As most here already know I'm marred to a really nice bloke but ever since I dated a black guy at school I've always been aware of how much better the sex is. About a year ago my husband let me start dating black guys and then six weeks ago we agreed I could have a black baby and that's what's happened!" I looked on shocked by the casual manner she described her open marriage then one of the other women, with a baby added. "My white husband encouraged me to begin with, it was his idea that I started having sex with black men. Of course once I did I was hooked..." "Aren't we all!" Came a comment from another mum. There was general agreement and some giggles. "Now ladies, not all of you are so lucky. Gail here doesn't have children because of medical issues with her husband but now she'd thinking of having a black baby." I was about to add that I actually wanted to adopt one not have one through an affair but caught myself again knowing this was what the main concern about our adopting was all about. The social worker was testing me to see how I would react to their thinking I was having sex with a black man. Before I had thought of a reply the girl next to me got in first: "Go for it honey! Seven years of low sperm count or whatever from my husband made us so unhappy but three months having sex with black guys not only got me pregnant it rekindled our sex life." "Same here!" Said a really young looking woman opposite. "Before my husband got me to try black men we were barely doing it at all but now that he shares me, we do it all the time. Plus of course thanks to the sex I've become multi-orgasmic!" She laughed out loud. "And you had a black baby!" The facilitator added. "Sure did. It seemed the next step since we also had problems. We are so happy now. Wish I'd gone black years ago." This was met with a chorus of agreement. "So Gail, is your husband comfortable with you having a black baby?" I knew I was still on trial, it was a leading question so I was careful with my answer: "We both want a black baby." "That's great!" The facilitator responded "Now as you gather everyone here apart from Gina is marred to a white man so they know how it feels to be looked at when they have the baby or how people they know look at them when friends and family find out. I think it's very important you really understand what that will be like." I nodded unsure where we were going. "Can I ask a couple of you to buddy with Gail for the next few weeks at least and give her some insight to what it's like?" Tina volunteered as did the really young girl opposite. After that we talked about how the women felt when they told their family and friends and what it was like for those already with a black baby to be seen out. I listened and realised that as some of them admitted it was really tough. They lost friends family members didn't speak anymore and in a couple of cases had verbal abuse from both the white and black communities. After an hour Tina and Helen were encouraged to have some time with me and we split from the group. "So have you a father in mind?" Tina asked casually as if this was everyday stuff. "Well..." I was about to try to explain when I saw the facilitator heading over. "...no." "That's cool." Helen chipped in. I could see she was possible a little older than I'd first thought but still looked like a teenager, yet had a black baby conceived after she was married. "I have no idea who the father of my son is, best that way, I don't want him visited by his biological father it would only upset the poor kid." "How old is he?" I asked. "Nearly one. Had him when I was nineteen." She supplied and looking at my confused face added: "I got married at sixteen but my husband was a bit inexperienced to say the least. Thankfully help was at hand, well next door to be exact and after one night with the neighbour I became a proper woman. I dated a few guys after that but like to keep it less complicated so tend to do one nighters." I was trying so hard not to show my shock or cry `slut!' but it was really tough. "That's where we are different." Tina responded. "I've been dating the same guy for over a year and wanted to give him a kid. Don't get me wrong Sam, that's my husband, is really sweet about it and understands why I have to have a black boyfriend and is really happy me bearing a black baby." "What have your friends said?" I finally asked. "Mine were really shocked." Helen confessed. "A few knew I slept with black guys but to get pregnant and have a black baby they were freaked! It's ok now though, took them most of this year but now they don't see Jake's skin colour at all. The hardest was Kevin's family, his dad nearly hit me when he found out and his mother called me a slut to my face. Had to laugh because I guess I was, well am, to a certain extent but her other son left his wife for another girl this year so she's kind of had to shut it." "I let everyone know I had a black boyfriend and they either accepted it or didn't. All our friends are cool about it and so are my family. His sister is as well but his dad's still mad as hell and whenever we go over they always row about it, still Sam takes it in his stride." Tina explained. "What will happen when you have it, I meant with its real father?" "Don't know. Since he has open access to me..." She laughed deeply at this as did Helen and I smiled, "...I guess he'd see the kid pretty often!" Then she shrugged. "To be honest I doubt if I'll see him by then, I mean its all about the sex isn't it? I don't expect him to hang around for long once I get huge anyway he has other girlfriends." Helen put her arm about me and said in a low voice. "The best thing to do is just go for it. I mean not only is the sex great you can always lie." She paused. "Amanda over there has told everyone she's had a donor egg, bloody liar! She shagged half a dozen different black guys for months until it happened!" Tina added. "She's right. Relax and enjoy it. I prefer having a boyfriend but little miss slutty here likes to go on the pull!" "Cheeky!" Helen responded with a grin. "Who are you calling little!" We laughed together at this then Helen added; "come on we'll get a drink." "Ok if we take our new recruit for a drink?" Tina asked and the Facilitator who was still sitting with us. "Sure guys, it's your meeting anyway." I wasn't really expecting this but we ended up in a pub a few buildings down from the hall. It wasn't a place I would have ever visited without my present company, being very rundown but I tried to appear relaxed as we found a table while Helen went to the bar. There were a few people in there including a couple of younger blokes who followed us with ill-disguised looks. Tina like me wore Jeans, a tee-shirt and jumper so her bump didn't really show. She was an attractive woman although a little large-framed and a good five or six-inches taller than me. Helen was petite and really young looking plus she wore a short skirt over her dark tights and heels so (I sound really bitchy here but don't mean it) she still caught their attention even though you wouldn't say her features were that attractive. I should say here that I was definitely dressed down, my hair was in a pony tail and I had virtually no make-up on to pass under the radar. Anyway we sat and Helen happily told me how she began having sex with other men. She explained that her husband had really struggled in the first months of their marriage and it was clear he was always going to suffer from what she called a `quick trigger' after a while they tried to prolong the even by looking at porn after his first climax and that was how they began to read about more erotic acts including interracial sex. She explained that over time they also realised (having looked at pictures and the odd video clip) he was small compared to the black guys they witnessed and that she should be enjoying her own climaxes which up to then she hadn't. So it was that after a year of marriage Kevin had agreed to her experiencing sex with someone else and they both agreed it would be good if that someone was black. It just happened that their neighbours were a black couple and suddenly one evening Kevin had suggested she might try him. Helen then told me how hot that thought made her so that within a few days of it coming up in conversation she agreed to try it. She waited until one Saturday when his wife had gone out with the children then she went over and asked him for some advice about our computer, since he worked in a shop that fixed PC's. When he agreed she got him to come over and take a look at ours, needless to say her husband was out and the PC was on with an interracial porn site open. She said he took the hint, which was pretty blatant since she took off her coat to reveal a skimpy dress, and a few minutes later they were at it in her bedroom. She explained that he was both bigger and harder than Kevin but more importantly he was able to do it for more than three or four minutes. It took quite a while but eventually she had her first orgasm and that was that, she was hooked. She added that Kevin was actually delighted she'd achieved a climax so after that she visited him twice more but she was aware he was wracked with guilt even though she told him her husband was cool about it. When he turned her down the next time she had a long chat with Kevin and they agreed she could do some casual dating if she was discrete. That was that, although she hadn't thought about a baby until they found that Kevin didn't seem to be able to do the job and that was when she'd persuaded him to let her go `bareback' with her lovers until she was pregnant which he did. It was daft but I sort of thought she'd stopped this dating but when I mentioned about her missing this she shook her head and explained that she'd been back on the pull for the past six months. Tina then gave me her story about her husband's problems with conception and their growing fascination with the idea of her sleeping with a black man. It was different she explained because her husband actually wanted to see her have sex which after several years of debate they finally did and never looked back. Eventually they'd agreed she could take a black boyfriend but only if Sam got to see them together. She said that was harder than you would have thought but when she met Titus, her current boyfriend he was happy for her husband seeing them having sex and in fact he got a kick out of mauling and using her in front of him. She admitted it was Titus who wanted her to bear his child but when she'd mentioned it to Sam he was cool about it and even organised a weekend away during which she was meant to get pregnant. It didn't work out that way but she got pregnant two months later. We had a couple of drinks while they went on about how great the sex was and then we went off the subject talking about films and music. I got home around ten thirty and Colin got me to tell him about it and what it might mean for our chances so I gave him an outline of the group and a brief on the general discussion. "Why did she ask you to get involved in that group?" "I think it's obvious, she wants me to realise how it affects you when you have a black baby. All of the women have faced some form of prejudice and problems with friends, to be frank we'd face quite a bit of this if we go ahead." Colin argued for a while but had to agree that if we were genuine about the adoption we had to accept some of it would come our way or forever be apologists for the child. I went back the following week when there were further conversations about family issues and problems with husbands. I tried to imagine how it would be when we had a black baby and began to understand just how much prejudice and back-chat we'd have to face. That evening we had another drink and chatted about nothing much but it was fun. Of course I'd never mentioned the adoption so the girls still thought in their words that I was `black curious' and with Colin's problem it was also a solution to our need for a family. The third week was a little embarrassing when the facilitator announced that the topic would be happier that week then went on to get each girl to discuss how good the sex was with their black partner. I sat as one after another they talked about how much bigger and harder they were and how they (all it seemed) had multiple orgasms and even how they all climaxed when their black lovers ejaculated inside them for the first time. I was still glowing with embarrassment when we went to the pub and Helen noticed. "Made you feel a bit uncomfortable tonight?" She teased. "No... well maybe a little." "Hope we've shown you why you have to do it with a black guy especially if you want that baby your husband can't give you." She added. "So are you still keen?" "Err... yes we still want a black baby." I replied feeling put on the spot again. "Then we can help you." She said laughing. "I've spoken to Tina and we've got some guys lined up who will do the job and hit the spot when you're ready!" "Thanks." I said trying not to blush but failing. Helen returned with the drinks and we chatted about general stuff for a while until she brought the subject back to me. "So girl, are you still going to do the deed? I mean you've been with us for three weeks now, you know how much fun you'll have and the consequences! Have we put you off or turned you on?" "Turned her on!" Tina answered for me. "While you were at the bar she told me she wants that black baby." "You won't regret it and as you know the pleasures in the making. I'd suggest you actually do it with rubbers for six months just so you can really have fun otherwise it might be all over with in a couple of weeks and to be honest once you get to this," she patted Tina's lump which was quite noticeable that night under her top, "they guys begin to dry up, unless you go for the boyfriend approach." "They dry up even then!" Tina said. "No!" Helen responded. "You mean Titus is history?" "Not quite but he's not quite as frequent as he was, guess he did what he wanted to do and is moving on. Knew he would and it doesn't bother me except I will miss the sex." "I can help you there girl, I must have shagged a dozen blokes in the past few weeks, seems having a baby has got me so horny that I can't get enough!" She chuckled then seeing my face she smiled. "Plenty to go around!" I tried to seem relaxed about the conversation but was saved by Tina who shook her head and rubbed her stomach. "Actually I'm cool about the drop in sex besides my husband can still help me there, no I was thinking about after." "I was doing other guys until month eight!" Helen responded. "Ugh! No thank you!" Tina chipped back and we moved onto TV shows. Two weeks later one of the pregnant women was leaving the group as she was going to stay at her mothers until the baby came so we held a small party for her. It was now late spring so we decided to meet on a Saturday at a nice park where we had a picnic lunch and gave her presents for the baby. It was a lovely day and nice to feel the warm sun although because of this and the fact I wore no sunscreen my bare shoulders began to get a little red. Tina who had the foresight to put some on before venturing out lent me her cardigan but it was a bit too late and I felt the warmth emanating from them. Most of the girls were only able to stay for a short while so that left Helen, Tina, Ruth and Cass, our facilitator. I was by now also getting burnt calves so Helen suggested we go back to her house so Ruth and I could get some shade. Helen was wearing a really skimpy dress and while she'd also lathered up added that she would also burn if we were there any longer. I followed her in my car after being coerced by the group not to leave and we pulled up outside row of houses which while small all had a patch of garden out back. We went in to be greeted by her husband who seemed particularly intimidated by us. It was then I got to see Helen's son who I had to admit was gorgeous if surprisingly dark skinned. We got a bottle of wine then sat under an umbrella in the garden chatting as I was presented with the baby to look after. Kevin buzzed about getting us more drinks and nibbles, not that we were hungry, and being genuinely attentive. I finally went and put down the baby in its cot when it dropped off to sleep in my lap, as Helen stood next to me she said in a low voice. "Ready to have one of your own?" I almost wanted to blurt out that I'd love to but Cass was going to decide that but instead I just nodded and suddenly began to cry. In an instant Helen held me as I sobbed and sobbed. "Look girl you really want this don't you?" "Yes, very much." I tried to regain my composure. "I'll share a secret, Cass told me about your little plight and frankly I'm surprised you haven't gone the route we have." "I... it's complicated. I love Colin and something like that would ruin our marriage." "Rubbish! Firstly he doesn't even have to know. What you do is speak to Cass and she can sort something." "I don't see how?" "Listen, you want a family and you've already said to us that two or three would be lovely, will this is your chance as Cass can fix it so Colin genuinely won't know. He will be thrilled and your family will be happy since Cass will let them think it all happened in a clinic rather than the natural way and you will find what we've said the past weeks is true and you'll have fun." I shook my head but Helen ignored me and said that I'd feel differently soon. She got me to dry my red eyes then noticed my shoulders and insisted she put after-sun on them. We went into her bedroom and she tugged down my dress then applied the lotion to my neck shoulders and back. As she did so she spilled it all over the dress which was bunched about my breasts. "Shit!" She exclaimed then insisted she wipe it off which she tried to do but the greasy stain got larger. "Fuck it! Look have one of mine for now and I'll wash it." I protested but she was insistent and eventually I gave in and she took it away throwing me one of hers as she went. The dress was a little tight being a size too small but it still fitted only it was really short and I felt very exposed since it only came down a few inches below my knickers. When I returned to the girls made mock whistles to me before I sat and drank my wine. Despite myself I was coerced into drinking quite a bit as Tina volunteered to drop me home. Helen actually took a couple of shots of me as I sat showing my underwear and we giggled at them. So the afternoon continued until Helen suggested we watch something. I then said I should go but Tina said no let's stay so after a short debate I gave in and we did. Once in the main room Helen drew the curtains and put on a DVD. As it started I realised what it was and looked nervously around but the others were fixed on the TV. The film was basically a sex tape with a woman and a man engaged in making love only of course she was white and he was big and black. The film showed in graphic detail the penetration and everything else that followed including her soiled sex after. He was very big and she seemed to enjoy it a lot and when he asked her she said in a quiet voice he was the best. So here I was getting wet watching interracial sex and when the first tape was followed by a second I was embarrassed to see Helen and Tina both playing with themselves openly. Ruth glanced at me then with a wink started to caress her sex and I felt left out as Cass joined them. I rubbed my thighs together then thought what-the-hell and put my hand to my damp sex and proceeded to finger my clit through the thin material of my knickers. Soon all the others had removed their underwear and Cass urged me to do likewise which after a pause I did. Now I suppose I can blame the video, the wine or maybe just the continual drip-feed from the girls over the past weeks but when Helen said "Sod this!" and disappeared to return telling us that company would be with us in seconds I didn't run just stopped what I was doing and looked at Cass in alarm. "It's OK Gail, be cool and it will turn out to be the best thing you've ever done." I shook my head. "If you're too scared to go through with it just say so and it will be fine. I went to reply but there was a knock on the door, `bloody hell that was quick!' I though and looked for my knickers but couldn't find them. So as I bolted for the bathroom five large black guys entered the house blocking my exit and I backed into the other room. I had nowhere to go so tried to keep out of the way as most of the guys entered with only one staying in the hallway. It was like some porn movie: without even a pause the men went to a women then began to make out, even the pregnant Tina. The fifth guy came over to me but stopped when he saw me recoil, he actually looked hurt. "If you don't want to then it's ok." He said and I shook my head so he went back to the doorway. I was forced to stand in the room and watch as the men tore off their clothes and one by one they buried their cocks into the willing women. Helen's lover was huge but she took him easily then as I watched she locked eyes with me and mouthed `go for it girl' but I again shook my head. I noticed Kevin looking on from the kitchen doorway, cock in hand as his wife begged the man to fuck her hard and then Tina gave a yell as she came. Ruth was almost silent except she was clinging onto the guy seemingly determined to get the whole of him inside her. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seem and it was so hard to avoid getting aroused again which I did as I saw Helen climax swift followed by Cass. The man was next to me again and whispered that he could help me but I said no once more only this time he stayed were he was. God it was so hard to resist! Then as the scene continued and Ruth shuddered to an orgasm the guy got bold and pushed behind me wrapping his arms about my body his hand finding my wet bare sex immediately. In all of five seconds my resistance went as his fingers opened my very wet lips. I simply let him play with me as I knew I was going to climax swiftly only he withdrew his hand leaving me humping nothing. I waited hoping it would return but then I felt something else and as I turned to look he pulled me close and tried to kiss me. I avoided his mouth but felt his large freed cock pushing against my stomach, it was then his hand parted my sex again. "Oh Christ!" I remember saying as it happened, without a pause he bent his legs and his cock went in a couple of inches. I actually shuddered as he began to straighten his legs forcing his rock hard manhood deeper inside me. I was now helpless and just held his shoulders and his cock filled me as deep at I'd ever had before then began to reach uncharted depths. I was unaware of the others but they had apparently moved or stopped so the man steered us to the sofa where I laid back as his cock pushing really deep. I groaned as he began to stroke in and out and at that point I realised I was being unfaithful. It was far too late to do anything about it and his massive cock continued to drive deeper and deeper stretching and filing me until he was fully inside me and I climaxed. The sensation was incredible, he was both rock hard and so large that my sex was almost unable to contract as the orgasm hit me yet this simply made it all the more intense and that was when I let out a yell. I'm not vocal during sex but I simply couldn't stop myself. I continued to shake as my body convulsed through the most intense sexual experience of my life. Without seeming to notice the man withdrew almost totally then pushed back and I let out a grunt, and again, and again. Before long he was into a steady strong rhythm which made me grunt each thrust and gasp as he pulled out and then I realised I was heading for another simply huge climax which was building deep within me. "Oh, OH Christ' I said urging him into me. As I got more insistent I felt him move faster and just before it hit me I felt him cum inside me. The orgasm that hit was beyond words multiplied by the feeling of his cock twitching as it pumped black seed into my married unprotected womb. The spasm I had was too marked at that point I gave a cry and locked my legs about him. I saw Cass taking my picture and giving me a thumbs up but after that I think I passed out or so it seemed because I can remember much until I was being helped to my feet and found my way up to the bedroom where I was laid down and it started again. Now I have to admit I simply lay still as a man sucked my nipples and softly kiss/bit my neck until I felt myself tingling and that was when I kissed him for the first time almost without thinking. He moved over me and I felt his large cock pushing through my puffy lips and into me. We were locked together like this for what seemed like ages, he was barely moving and I was content to feel his monster caress the folds of my sex as I slowly became more and more aroused. Then he started to have sex with me and it was as he pulled away to get better leverage I realised it was a different man from the first one. For a second I stopped but the feeling was too good and I succumbed and let him take me as well. The sex built to a climax, me reaching it with another yell as my whole body rippled, toes curling as a wonderful state crept over me. I was having sex with a black man who I didn't know and hadn't even spoken to, he was deep in my unprotected body and at that moment my only though was this was the best sex of my life my a country mile. I would happily keep him inside me all night if I could feel this much pleasure. Then, as I bathed in the hedonism of the event, he got faster and climaxed, his ejaculation hitting my cervix and triggering another huge orgasm. I was still riding the waves of pleasure when he got off and a third man appeared. I should have called a halt but I couldn't and as he got on me I simply folded my legs about him and let him take me like the others. It was so erotic and so base I found I was in a permanent state of arousal so after he came in me I welcomed the next man and then the fifth. He lay on me after it was over and I kissed his lips and felt like purring. Reluctantly I let him go and lay exhausted on the bed as he slipped out of the room. "So you've finally done it, well done!" Cass crowed, coming and looking over my well used body. "Now listen, if this results in you getting pregnant I can help you. All we need to do is talk to your husband about a donor egg programme then you have the perfect cover story. We can do this as often as you like which means the best sex of your life and the ideal way to have that larger family you want. You see if you produce a black baby it will be easy to persuade the committee that you should be allowed to adopt another." I didn't know what to say because I was beginning to come down from the high and was now feeling guilty but sensing this she pulled me to my feet and presented me with my knickers and suggested I come back down. I was awash with cum but followed her then stood embarrassed as she introduced me to the men. Almost everyone then departed leaving Tina and Titus to take me home once my dress, which had been washed, dried properly. I slowly relaxed and sat with a grin on my face as Helen let me know that the guys had actually been waiting for her signal to come and party. What really surprised me was how comfortable Kevin was about Helen's sexual activity, happy for her to sit on his lap and cuddle despite her bare sex still leaking cum over his shorts. It was about an hour later when I was given a lift home to face the music. In all that time I'd sat with the cum pooling in my saturated knickers so Helen lent me a pair before I went. As I dressed she said she'd noticed that I kept looking at her pussy so I explained why and she laughed. "Girl Kevin knows I love black men and never do it with anything, I guess you found out yourself today that those guys cum so hard the feeling is out of this world. It sounds cruel but I like him to witness my men shooting their seed in me and want him to see the results after. It actually turns me on a little dropping their slime about the place especially if it's on him. I once fucked a couple of guys at a party then sat on his lap until he was heavily stained with their seed then insisted we went dancing! Recently I've tried to persuade him to eat me out but he keeps telling me its too gross, however give me a few more weeks and he'll be snacking most nights!" I could see she was totally into the lifestyle and I guess Kevin was as well as he seemed more than happy to put up with her activities. I could now understand why, given the unbelievable sex I'd just enjoyed but I knew Colin would not only be devastated if he discovered what had happened but that it would be the end of my marriage and he was the love of my life. Of course when I got home I had a shower to rid myself of the mess that was coating me again then tried not to dwell on what had occurred. I should have felt guilty but strangely enough I didn't; the sex had been so good that I found it impossible to blame myself for such pleasure but I was worried that I would let it happen again soon and that road eventually led to Tina's lifestyle and possible if I got too immersed Helen's! A few days later Cass called to ask if I wanted her to sell the excuse to Colin and despite my misgivings I said yes please. She visited the next day and explained how she had got us on an egg donor programme but added that nearly all of the donors were black. Actually Colin was delighted and said he didn't care less so Cass left happy and I mused over what might happen now as I'd practically agreed to opening my legs again to a black man. It was Titus who I next slept with; Tina asked me out for a drink the following Tuesday and when I arrived at the pub there she was with Sam, her husband and Titus who stood as I approached looking at me with undiluted lust. We sat drinking for barely thirty minutes before Tina suggested that we go back to her place for another drink. It was very contrived and actually Titus said no then bluntly suggested he show me his place and after some hesitation I thought `what the hell' as I knew once Cass had given Colin the excuse I was going to have further interracial sex. I left in my car following silently we drove in convoy to the flat, once inside he grabbed me and it began. I knew from Tina that Titus was both aggressive and demanding and so it proved. Within minutes he had me stripped and pushed my head to his cock which was just as she'd claimed; namely huge. I did my best for a few minutes then I was on my back as he began to work it inside me. Now my first climax actually lasted only seconds as he was too rough and he forced himself in too quickly. The discomfort only lasted a short while but he was so insistent that for the next ten minutes I had to put up with it as he didn't seem to care about me at all. Slowly I became looser and wetter and then as his cock hammered into me the obscenities began: "You cock-sucking bitch. You fuck white slut. Nigger lover." Or very similar was his opening line followed by calling me a married white slut and a cheap whore. Of course before long I was having my first climax and as I did he growled into my ear that he was going to ruin me like he had Tina and that my pussy (he called it a cunt) would be like a gaping tunnel after tonight. Now once again despite the initial disgust at his crudeness and general arrogance I was soon helplessly bucking under him as I approached my second orgasm and then when he sensed I was almost there he pulled out leaving me high and dry. He looked at me then got me to ask him to put it back in. "Slut beg for it!" I paused then said in probably the most sexual voice I could. "Put your cock back in my pussy". "I said beg!" God, I thought, I was becoming like Helen as i felt my body respond to his words. "Please, please err... fuck me!" "What bitch?" he teased touching me with his cock then pulling away. "Oh for God's sake fuck me with your black cock, please stick it in me." "Tell me why." "Because... because I love it!" "What bitch?" This was so frustrating and yet erotic, he was playing me like an instrument and I was letting him. "I want you to stuff your big black cock in my pussy and fuck me as hard as you can. I love it fucking me and... and don't want it to stop!" With that he slammed it back I and hammered at me again causing me to groan with pleasure. "You love my cock don't you bitch!" "Yes!" "You love black cock in your married pussy don't you." "Yes" "What?" He paused so I grabbed his rear fucking at him hard. "I love feeling your black cock deep in my married pussy." "And you want me to drop my jizz in your cunt?" "Yes... I want you to cum in me." "What?" "I want you to fuck me hard and shoot your seed in my white slut cunt, I want you to spray your baby batter deep in my womb and knock me up. I want you to fuck a baby into me. Give me a black bastard, breed me, make me your slut whore. Fuck me until I can't move!" I had a huge orgasm at this point and like the previous week I became disconnected from the action for a while although Titus continued to bang away at me. It was probably several minutes before I was fully with it and then I was aware that my body was already building towards a climax albeit some distance off. Titus paused to move me onto all fours then began again and the obscenities recommenced as well. "You like being taken like a dog on heat!" "Yes... I love you using me like a dog." "My married white breeding bitch! Do you know how many white cunts I've destroyed? Seventeen! I've turned seventeen lily-white bitches into cock crazy whores and when I've finished with you you'll be like all the others, a slut who can't get enough of my black meat between her white thighs. Your husband won't feel you after tonight and by the end of the month only my cock will be able to please you. Now ask me to breed you!" "Fuck a baby in me! Breed me, knock me up." I responded dutifully. I hated him and loved him as well as I now raced to yet another climax. "Fill me with your seed." "You want to go home tonight with my baby juice baking in you married hole don't you." "Yes... cum deep." "When you hold your husband think of tonight and how good you feel as I fuck a baby in you. Now beg me to breed you!" "Fuck me and put your baby inside my slutty cunt. Knock me up like I deserve, screw me like a dog, I am on heat I need breeding I need your nigger cum in my unprotected married womb. Give me it please, please seed me!" I was almost shocked at myself for being so crude but I was caught up in the moment and could feel he was close. "Yea!" he yelled and then "Take it you cunt" and he exploded in me. I felt his cock jerking as he emptied his balls in me and this kicked me into another orgasm and I had to yell as well as my pussy spasm. It was over and I lay trying to regain some composure as I heard Titus in the shower. It was hard to even move but finally I grew a little cold, as my sweat dried and staggered to my feet and headed for the bathroom. "No bitch!" Titus said stopping me. "You have my scent on you so go home and be proud that you've been conquered by a real man." I knew there was no way he would let me in so I simply returned and got dressed his cum now coating my thighs. I grabbed some kitchen tissue on my way out and paused to wipe up the excess then left for home. I was in complete turmoil; the sex was simply fantastic and thanks to Cass I was covered if and when I got pregnant however I was siding down the slow road to complete debasement. Titus had me saying things I'd never said or even though before but yet as I drove home I actually got excited thinking about the mess I was taking home with me. I loved Colin with all my heart and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him yet I knew I would let Titus take me again and I was certain his demands would simply get more and more extreme. The following day I pitched up at the Wednesday meeting almost hoping Helen and the others had plans for me. I actually wore a thin summer dress and thong in anticipation and from the outset Cass let everyone know I was now `officially a black cock girl' to which I got congrats and some knowing looks. At the end of the meeting Helen steered me to the pub as before only this time there were a couple of black guys waiting for us. Needless to say I was at an unknown apartment inside the hour and that was when, with Helen's approval both men took turns with me. Now I'd had sex with five men one after another but not this. I had one at each end on and off although they both saved their cum for my pussy but unlike before they kept going in turns until it was late into the night and both men had climaxed three times each. Helen had kindly phoned Colin to say I had had a bit too much to drink and was throwing up so she was going to pack me off to bed and I could get home in the morning. Colin was fine about this which saved me stumbling home at three in the morning reeking of cum and sweat. Of course it meant they both wanted morning seconds and in the end I had to phone in sick for work as they simply wouldn't stop. I finally got home around eleven and stood looking at myself in the bedroom mirror appalled at what I'd become: My hair was a mess my makeup smeared over my face and dress was creased to fuck with a damp patch where I'd leaked on the way home. I looked as I was, basically a complete slut. Titus visited me when Colin was out that Friday and he fucked me for nearly two hours. He got me to ride him, beg him to breed me and promised he could use `my whore body' whenever he wanted. He also made me stand against our patio doors naked as he screwed me from behind my body pressed against the glass knowing that the neighbours at the back would probably see me. He was still having sex with me when Colin got home but thankfully he went to the kitchen first while his wife was still being fucked. To my everlasting shame Titus came in me at that point whispering it was a present for my husband. Thankfully he let me go so I could grab a towel to wipe up the cum that was on me and the bed-sheets which I now had no time to change. Because Colin was quite drunk when he came into our bedroom to find me lying naked in bed (just) still wet with sweat and the room high with the scent of sex he didn't do anything except plant a big kiss on my lips and trot to the bathroom. Titus slipped out as he had a pee but then when my husband returned and became amorous I didn't know what to do. I was not only very loose I was dripping with another man's sperm and worse I felt as horny as hell. Colin seemed to think I'd been playing with myself and it was hard to say no to this when I was lying like this with my nipples stiff and clearly aroused. I went down on him as I dug my fingers in myself trying to remove as much of the slime as I could. The towel was still in the bed so I dropped it between my legs as I frigged my pussy frantically working to save my marriage. I guess I did a good job because not only did the mess mostly disappear Colin stopped me and said he wanted to have sex. I though about getting on top but realised that gravity would work against me so I dragged him close saying that I'd been feeling hot for ages but couldn't wait. I then added that if he had been ten minutes later I'd have brought myself off and been asleep. Now this is the really, really weird part: Colin slid in so easily I felt like crying but he just said `wow' and called me one eager woman. I used my muscles to milk his cock and he was happy especially since I was so enthusiastic. Suddenly he pulled out and before I could say anything he went down on me. The feeling was out of this world. I was dirty with my lovers cum and yet he stopped to say I was as wet as he could remember and loved the way I tasted. It was so wrong but this act drove me to a quick and very major orgasm. I begged him to stop and fuck me but he wouldn't and before long I was moving to yet another orgasm. Then he stopped and put his small cock inside me and I worked hard to get us both off as we kissed. It was daft but I swear I could taste Titus on his breath which made me hit my climax in seconds, thankfully Colin was close behind. God it was dreadful but when Colin suggested since I'd got so much from his tongue bath that he'd do it more often especially as he loved the way I tasted I simply said yes I'd like that a lot. So for the next four weeks Titus fucked me most days after work and Colin sucked me clean. At first I removed as much of the cum as I could but over time Colin though I was simply secreting more so I left a little more in me. Finally one Friday night Titus left his seed in me just before Colin appeared and twenty minutes later he was sucking the whole lot out of me. At first I lay still half expecting to have to deny having had sex with someone else but Colin just said `Christ, your one hot woman tonight!" and got to work. I actually stopped him midway through so I could taste my lovers cum off my husband's lips and felt such a bitch when I pushed him back down and asked him to finish his meal. He made me cum easily and I let him cum in me as well once he'd rattled around my very loose pussy. After that I let myself become a complete slut. I would fuck Titus at the drop of a hat and knowing that it was hard for me to get pregnant fully expected the sex to last for a long time. Colin dutifully sucked the cum from me several night a week without any realisation it wasn't my secretions and once I even had a double dose as I'd been at Helen's and taken two men several times although I guess quite a bit of it had been lost by the time I pushed Colin's head between my legs. I didn't think it was going to happen so quickly and was shocked when I missed my period after barely two months of sex so I had to tell Cass to help me out. Colin was thrilled but would have been less so had he known how the child had been conceived. So we told everyone that I'd had a fertilised donor egg implanted (Cass had arranged for a nurse friend of hers to pretend to book me into a hospital room and then Cass took my husband to lunch returning to pick me up from the waiting area in the foyer two hours later.) I wanted the baby so much I refused any form of sexual contact in case it caused me to lose it and after a few weeks the lust subsided and by the time I was six months it was the last thing I would have contemplated. Cass was true to her word and once the baby appeared she worked hard for us to adopt another which we did a year later. Colin loves his family and we are very happy although I must confess that I still fantasise about the sex and cum presents I gave Colin. I kept in touch with Tina and Cass although Helen and Kevin moved to Newcastle and I've not seen then since. Tina's baby like mine was beautiful and it is strange to think they have the same father. Titus disappeared from our lives more or less as soon as I got pregnant and I have no idea where he is or what he's doing. One really great side effect from the pregnancy is my current baby, who is due in a couple of months. It is Colin's and so the doctors tell me is due to having previous childbirth which seeming has altered my body chemistry. So I'm very grateful to have been black sexed because not only was it the best sexual experience I could have had it paved the way to Colin and my baby.

Caribbean holiday Plans Part two After Dawn's pregnancy taunt things settled down for the next few weeks. Dawn made love to Edward quite often but these were always accompanied with either whispered reminders of what they (she) did on holiday or her goading him join in with various nasty fantasy stories which increasingly became distressing for him. One evening Dawn sat her husband down and said they needed to talk: "I've been so disorientated since we came home and at first I found it hard to get my equilibrium. I know it was your perverted little fantasy that we lived out in Jamaica but it got into my head and the look on your face when we did those things frankly I couldn't forget it." "Dawn, it's behind us. It's over and we can move on you..." "I'll never forget how you took me to a club to get me to have sex with black men I fell under your spell and letting those strangers touch me up and do those things with me so publicly changed us forever. I allowed two strangers to have sex with me one bareback at your insistence and the excitement you got out of it was, well, a little frightening." She paused looking at him hard. "But I finally worked it out and then when you got so excited when you though I'd been knocked up, I knew I was right." She stated. "We can't put the genie back in the bottle and I know you don't really want to. You love the whole scene and get off on it massively. I went along with it and got to like it as well. So now we have to be honest with each other you see I finally get it, I understand you fully." She smiled at him as he looked confused. "I know you love it and I love you. The thrill for you is the whole package; seeing it unfold and watching as I give myself up to a man. It's the dressing up, the flirting, the flaunting, the teasing, the cuckolding and even the climax I get with another man as he pleasures me. You need it all." Edward was unable to utter a sound at this point she sounded like a shrink not a teacher. "So," she said leaning forward. "Tell me what would really turn you on the most and I'll make it happen, I promise!" She gave him a knowing grin. He said nothing; what could he say without having the same pointless row as before; she didn't believe him when he told her he hated the whole scene! "Ok I understand it's still difficult to speak openly even though we've indulged already. I'll lead and you just give me yes or no." Dawn paused for a moment. "Next time do you want me to go with a complete stranger?" "No!" Edward blurted but again he'd misjudged his wife's though processes. "Cool. Friend or foe?" She was grinning now. "He didn't understand her at all. "What?" "Friend or foe, what's it to be?" Edward looked at her blankly then simply picked an answer; "Foe." "Ok, I can buy into that I guess, home or away?" "Err... home." "Sweet or sour?" He was totally blank but figured there was little purpose to this. "ok... sour." "Wow!" She got up and gave him a huge kiss. "See now I know what you really want and I'll make it happen. As I told you I realised this fetish of yours is a kind of pleasure/pain thing so what you've ask for actually makes sense. You get off seeing me with another man but it hurts as well and this will be awesome." She held him close as she kissed him once more. "Just one other thing I guess, how do you want me to be? I mean I'm not very clear on this part; do you want to share me?" Edward shook his head. "So I'm not sharing, that's fine as well." She was looking at him with a loving expression. "Your wish is my command! Now I recon I can organise something really quickly and I suspect you know what I'm thinking... Ok with you I guess?" She posed and he shrugged not sure what she was on about. "Great, it's as good as done." Three days later Dawn was in a short tight dress which was new and unlike anything he'd seen her in before, except that dress. It was worn with hold-ups and heels and she looked very sexy indeed. She'd not told him what they were doing at all but after he dressed in a decent shirt and trousers she got him to take them to a club almost thirty minutes drive away. It was crowded and dark which was something of a relief, plus many of the women wore clothes more revealing than Dawn but she still looked sexy and called for attention. They stood drinking (he was forced to have soft drinks but Dawn was downing doubles again) then after a couple of solo bops she seemed to spot someone and waved. Joe Tate was a forty six year old black man who worked at Edward's company and had once tried very hard to get Edward fired from his job. Edward hated him deeply. He was typically middle-aged, carrying several pounds and was in Edward's mind a man who had a permanent chip on his shoulder. He saw Edward but made no acknowledgement instead he greeted Dawn as if they were old friends. "You found it then?" He asked "Yes no problem we've been here for nearly half an hour. You fancy a dance?" He glanced challengingly at Edward then with a grin he nodded. "Sure!" "Great, Ed will get you a drink, what do you want?" "Just a cola." He replied not bothering to look at Edward. "Cola it is. Now come on lets go." She pulled him towards the floor glancing back at her shocked husband and gave him a wink. A few days before Dawn had visited Edward at work but made sure she'd bumped into Joe Tate before she left. She'd chatted to him then flirted just a little before leaving. She repeated it the next day pretending to forget Edward wasn't in the office and at that meeting she flirted openly with the man before asking him if he knew of any local clubs. When he'd mentioned this one she'd asked him if he would there that coming Saturday. It was as big a hint as she could give him and he took it, telling her he would there at around nine. Of course she guessed he might have expected some kind of trap since she was Edward's wife hence why he was late but now she could tell he thought all his birthdays had come at once. She was after all the wife of a man he detested and she was very pretty. They danced, Dawn flirting with every gesture and movement then after a brief drinks break, when she stood next to him the other side to her husband, they danced again this time she was closer. The second break she actually held his hand as she led him back to the place Edward was standing looking dejected. Joe took his drink leaning against the bar and decided to see how willing Dawn actually was. He put his arm about her waist and was rewarded as she actually stood against him face to face. "When do you have to get home?" She asked him. She could feel his manhood stirring as she pressed against him. "I'm a big boy." He responded giving Edward a triumphant smile. "But you're married so what time is Mrs Tate expecting you back?" "I don't know. She'll be asleep in bed. I guess one or maybe two am." Dawn spoke quickly before she lost her nerve; "Do you want to drive me home? It's a half hour drive?" Joe looked at Edward then massaged the woman's rear pulling her against his body her face was inches from his. "What do you have in mind?" "Have you ever been unfaithful to your wife?" She asked looking deep into his eyes. He was sensing a possible trap so eased his hold on her. "No. Why have you?" he responded suspiciously. "Yes." She grinned at him and he couldn't help but smile as well. "Often?" "Just twice, so far..." She left this hanging. "And what about Eddie?" He knew Edward hated being called Eddie. "He watched!" She glanced at her husband then added. "So do you want to give me a lift?" "You didn't say why." He pressed. "Well if you take me home now you will have time to be unfaithful to your wife." She said this a little fast as she was faltering, she wasn't that drunk and despite the hedonistic nature of the occasion she was finding it hard coming on to a man she found dislikeable. "Well if you put it that way Dawn I can hardly refuse. I guess you fancy trying some dark meat eh?" He pulled her close and she let him kiss her in front of Edward. "It's only dark meat for me." She whispered in his ear and felt his cock jump against her stomach. They kissed again then she turned and spoke to Edward. "We're going back so you better get home to let the babysitter leave before we get there!" She allowed Joe to run his hand over her body and kiss her neck as she spoke to him. He looked so shell shocked he was about to faint so she chivvied him up. "You have the cloakroom ticket!" He explained when he didn't move. "Oh yes!" She giggled and pulled it from her clutch bag. "Well we might as well go with you." They collected the coats and left. Edward dashed to his car but was still only just ahead of Joe and his wife who followed two cars back for the first stretch. Edward felt tears as he recalled his wife kissing that mean bastard then he actually yelled and swore profoundly for several minutes until he grew calm again. This was almost as bad as her pretending to be pregnant. The guy worked in the same company, of course they were in different departments but they still had dealings with each other which Edward would now find impossible. Worse the man would boast to everyone and the whole place would know his wife had slept with the guy. Edward accidentally drove through a red light he was so distracted but at least he was now a little ahead of Joe and his wife. God he thought the arsehole probably had his hand up her dress already! Why was she doing this? Why him of all people? He arrived and shot down to the house. The sitter was watching TV surprised they were home before eleven and wanted to know why. He explained Dawn wasn't well and had gone to bed not that the girl had seen her but she said ok and gathered her things to leave. Edward paid her an extra hour which pleased her and she then stopped and said she hoped Mrs Miller would feel better soon. She was still at the door when Joe and Dawn pulled up, parking outside. Edward walked the girl up the path then over the road hoping she wouldn't notice his wife in the car just beyond his own but she didn't. He looked back to see Dawn was now standing kissing the guy as they stood by his car both of them taking it in turns to look at Edward who was only a short distance away. The streetlights seemed very bright and his wife so obvious, he was desperate for the girl to keep looking ahead. At her gate he watched anxiously as she trotted up the path hoping she wouldn't look back down the road but she simply gave a quick goodnight and let herself in. Edward turned back to see his wife still in the man's embrace waiting for him. He crossed back cringing slightly as a car passed by but it was no one he recognised. "You need to let us in." Dawn explained sweetly as he reached them. "The doors open." He was curt. "Oh yes!" She smiled, "Well lead on." Edward made the house with the two just behind him. At least they shut the door on the neighbours before Dawn let her coat slip to the floor and allowed Joe's hands to rove again. She turned to Edward: "Upstairs and make sure the children are asleep we don't want them stumbling into to our room at the wrong moment!" He wanted to say something but left, desperate to get away from Joe's gloating face. The children were asleep so he stood in the hallway as Dawn led Joe to their bedroom but moments later she called for him. He came to the door and saw his wife sitting on the bed already unbuckling Joe's trousers. "Come in and shut the door." She ordered. "If you put the seat against it and sit there the children won't be able to wander in if I make too much noise!" She had now opened his trousers and they fell to the floor. Joe looked at Edward with a look of absolute joy on his face. He was going love this and would rub Edward's nose in it forever. He kicked off his shoes and trousers as the young woman gripped the top of his briefs and then fixing Edward with a long look he felt them drop to the floor. He looked back at the woman as she stared at his cock then with a grin she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Dawn began to suck on the man's cock a little surprised by the fact that it was so fat. It wasn't that long; about five inches or so but his girth was really probably twice that of Edwards. In fact it was difficult to get it easily in her mouth but she worked hard to do so. She noticed Joe was watching Edward all the time as his hand went to the back of her head and his cock slipped passed her teeth to the back of her throat. She sucked him for a few minutes but realised he was not that far from cuming so stopped and stood up. She unbuttoned his shirt as Joe ran his hands up both her legs then pulled her dress up over her head. She let him remove it then resumed on his buttons as he fumbled for the clasp of her bra. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders then dipped her own so her now uncoupled bra could fall forward. As it fell Joe responded by cupping both breasts and massaging them briefly before his hands went to her hips and began to pull her knickers down. Dawn let him lower them until they were mid thigh then she sat on the bed and pulled them off. She looked at Edward prompting Joe to do likewise and she smiled at him. "Sit down and enjoy the show honey!" She suggested then looked up at the man and grinned. "I don't like condoms, I hope that's ok with you?" It wasn't really a question and her glance back at Edward as she swung onto the bed said it all. "I hate `em as well." Joe declared then moved above her his cock poised above her sex. "You're wife's gonna get a good fucking Eddie." Then he stabbed down at her pussy only he wasn't precise enough and it bounced away. The second attempt was better and as the fold of her sex were stretched wide his cock worked into Dawn. "You like a little dark meat then Dawn." He stated as he pushed into her. She was quite wet now so despite its girth his cock made steady progress as it went inside her. Dawn was over her initial reluctance, the man might be unpleasant but she was now hotter than hell having let him pet her for the last part of their journey home plus the deliciously risky public kissing outside her own house. She wanted this and was ready to press all of Edwards buttons. "I love it. Get your beautiful black cock deep in me. Show my husband what a real man can do with a woman!" She was now stretched out and it felt great especially as he still had another inch or so to go. She was glad he wasn't any longer but even so it gave her a very quick climax and as she clawed at his rear she looked at Edward and smiled. "His cocks much bigger than yours." She stated enjoying the hurt look on his face knowing it would only intensify his feeling which is what she knew he really wanted. She felt Joe was unable to hold back even though they'd only been at it a couple of minutes so she whispered for him to make it last and reluctantly he slowed allowing her to roll him then pull free. "Play with me a little." She asked and his hand dipped down to her snatch. "Christ you're wet!" He said as he felt her slick folds. "You've got me so turned on I'm like a tap down there." She giggled and enjoyed his hands as they worked in and out of her. "You ever been with a white girl before?" She asked after a minute of kissing. "No you're my first." "I'm honoured!" She responded. "Well from now on every time you see Edward at work you can think of how his wife was your first white conquest. She wanted to get herself close before she let him back inside her and sex talk helped. "You've got a fantastic cock. It's so fat I bet you make every woman you sleep with cum time and again!" "Come on lets get back to it!" He growled clearly he wanted to satisfy himself and didn't care about her needs that much. She let him mount her again and this time he drove his cock to the hit rewarding her with a feeling of absolute fullness. Then he got up to speed and Dawn knew he was going to cum before she was. She locked her stockinged legs about him waiting for the moment. She moved with him desperate to attain her own orgasm which was still a little while away but he couldn't hold it at all and he grunted and climaxed sending his sperm into her. She moaned as she felt him come but it was out of frustration rather than excitement, still she clung to him as he came to a stop then flopped over her. They lay together his cock wilting rapidly until he turned and winked at Edward who still stood by the closed door. "Your wife's a good fuck." He laughed then got up and began to gather his clothes. Dawn remained as she was until the man was dressed then stood and kissed him. "Let me show you out." She led him by the hand down the stairs then stood by the front door. "Listen Joe. This remains between us ok? You wouldn't want Corrine or those lovely children of yours getting wind that you had sex with another woman." He scowled at her, he was already anticipating letting half the office know but he realised he wasn't in as strong a position as he thought. She looked him in the eye sensing his annoyance. "You can still look at Edward every day and remember you screwed his wife." He smiled at this relishing the mileage he could still to get out of it at Edwards expense. That was something at least so he grinned at her. "You're nasty!" he then kissed her and left, a huge smirk spreading over his face. It was almost beyond a dream. Dawn bolted upstairs and found Edward sitting on the bed looking distressed. She smiled and knelt before him. Holding his head in hers she kissed him on the forehead and when he looked up she locked mouths with him her tongue swirling around his. As they broke Edward rounded on Dawn: "What the fuck was that!" he spat. "Your fantasy" she said smiling, "You wanted me to fuck a foe at home and be nasty to you so I have." She grinned. "Now that prick has left me really frustrated so I need you badly!" Edward didn't think he could get an erection ever again but he was wrong and after a couple of minutes of oral sex he was standing hard as Dawn slid down on him. "You feel kind of small after Joe but you'll do until I find something better!" She teased then kissed him hard. She was loose and the cum was slipping from her still as they made love but she was now getting highly aroused so she worked on her husband determined to get them both off no matter what. She climaxed first then continued to ride Edward as she mocked him about Monday and how Joe would act around him "Probably ask you if I want seconds." She whispered. "And I might!" She teased. "He wasn't as big as Viv of course but he was nice and fat which you aren't!" Edward was close although the hurtfully conversation was keeping him at bay but then Dawn kissed him hard and said she loved him and he came really hard, so much in fact Dawn felt him shoot more powerfully than she'd ever done before. "Wow! You really exploded. Guess it was worth it after all!" She kissed him happily lay on him as she drifted off to sleep. The next day Edward asked her why him. "Well you hate him so he's the biggest foe I could think of, well black man that is." "Look Dawn I don't know what you think you're doing but it's got to end this is ridiculous and..." "Stop!" She put her hand to his mouth. "I've done a lot of research on this so don't pretend." She tapped his lips as he went to speak again and she looked stern. "No more arguing at all. In fact if you protest at anything I do for us again I'll make you regret it." He looked at her and shook his head. "Right! The next time you say anything I'm calling Joe again. This time I'll bring him home for the babysitter to see us together." "She nearly did anyway!" "Yes but she didn't see him with his hands in my knickers did she? What's more I'll go and pick him up from your office!" "Dawn please..." "Then shut up! No more complaints or stupid denials. I guess you have the prospect of Joe being abusive to you at work and not knowing how many people he'll have told but think of it this way most of them won't believe him although some might!" She gave a sly grin. "Still he wasn't very good was he?" She laughed and kissed him again. Edward endured the next few weeks as Joe Tate found every excuse to speak to him. He dropped innuendo into public conversations and was very graphic about Dawn when they were alone but it wasn't as bad as it could have been although it was quite hard to take never the less. He was of course unaware that Dawn had warned him off so expected a number of other people knew which didn't help. It was exactly three weeks later that Dawn announced they were having a guest over for dinner. Edward was at once suspicious that it was singular and not plural but Dawn refused to say whom. That night she bought some ready meals to save actually cooking then when Edward came home he found the children were spending the night at her parents. He got changed nervously still uncertain who coming over, he just bet it would be Joe again. When Dawn appeared from the bathroom he let out an audible gasp. She wore her lemon coloured long-sleeved jumper pulled down as far as she could with a belt around the waist in an attempt to turn it into a sort of ultra short dress. She had on fishnet tights and her black heels so when the almost-dress rode up above her crotch, once she'd gone more than a few steps, she looked simply lewd. The doorbell signalled their guest and he reluctantly went to answer it as Dawn shot up stairs confusing Edward further. He opened the door then stood Liberty Taylor, an older teacher from the school Dawn worked at, plus her son. He was slightly taken aback but managed an "Oh Hi" But couldn't mask his confusion. "Err. I'm Luke... Dawn... Mrs Miller asked me over... err...babysit?" He looked a little uncertain now but from upstairs he heard Dawn shout "Hi Luke come on in you're right on time." Liberty smiled at Edward and let go of her son's shoulders. "Dawn said you'd be back about 11.30 and drop him home before twelve, is that still the plan?" Edward wanted to say he had no idea but then again lately he had little idea what was on his wife's mind. If he was sitting why the food and no children? "I think that's still the plan." He lied. "Great, see you later Luke." She gave her son another squeeze on the shoulder and left. Edward closed the front door as the boy came in only no sooner had he done so than Dawn appeared coming down the stairs causing the boy to gawp at her; he could see flashes of her brown pubic bush through the wide mesh that was it's only covering as she descended from above. "Great to see you, actually we've been let down so we're not going out after all but I didn't want to call you at this eleventh hour since you've cancelled your Friday plans for us! We've bought in some food and I hope you'll join us?" "Err... yea!" he said staring at Dawn's legs which were just about completely exposed. "I'll try not to make the evening too boring for you, so hopefully you won't miss not being with your girlfriend." She then walked past him her `dress' riding higher as she went. The boy sat in the lounge sipping a beer as Dawn trotted in looking truly indecent. She sat opposite him next to Edward who could see the boys eyes travelling down to his wife's virtually bare pussy repeatedly as they spoke, then worse as Dawn got up to dish the dinner she stood by him her sex a foot from him then ruffled his hair. She looked back at Edward making sure he had a good view. Dinner was fine at least she sat for a while although the boy was now relaxed and kept giving Edward knowing glances. Of course Dawn's exposed rear was on display as she cleared the table and took out the plates then the `dress' rode up again as she returned with the desert showing the boy everything. Luke he discovered was only fourteen and she'd met him recently at her school when he did some work experience. Edward could see the boy was sitting with a permanent hard-on as Dawn flitted about the place and he seemed to be growing in confidence as he casually followed Dawn about his eyes mostly on her crotch. They went back to the longue where she got Edward to sit in the chair and Luke sat on the sofa while she went to fetch coffee. Edward tried to remain calm as the kid kept glancing at him curiously. When dawn brought in the coffee she sat next to the boy her long fishnet covered legs touching his and she started to chat to him about girlfriends. Dawn started with what was his girlfriend's name then said looking at Edward that she'd heard from his mother that he was having a few problems with her at the moment. When the boy remained blank she stated pointedly: "You made her pregnant so I've heard." "Err... Oh that! Well yes." he replied a little smirk on his face. "And there was your sister's friend." "Yea and Joanne." He supplied now with a cocky grin. "Your sister's older than you isn't she?" Dawn continued "I mean she's at university?" "Yea' Joanne's twenty!" he responded. "And pregnant!" Dawn pushed. The boy laughed and looked at Edward when he added. "Seems I'm rather potent!" "And appear to hate using condoms!" Dawn laughed as well. "So how many girls have you slept with?" He turned to face Dawn and shrugged as if since he'd first started dating girls, maybe a year or two ago, there were too many to count. "Come on I won't tell your mother, how many?" "Six." He looked at Edward with such a confident smile he believed him, Christ that was more women than Edward had, in fact twice as many. The boy smiled clearly proud of this and Edward realised with a stomach dropping feeling that this fourteen year old knew exactly what he was about to get. Dawn slid forward and reached over and took his hand clasping it between hers then spoke seriously to him in her best school teacher voice: "Have you ever used condoms? I mean they can be a bit restricting but they would stop you knocking up all these women!" "Err...well I tried once but... well you know..." he finished lamely. "It doesn't feel the same with one on. Yes that's true for both parties." She patted his hand then with a glance at Edward left it lying on her upper thigh. With the move forward the `dress' was no longer held down and had reverted back to a jumper which meant it was two to three inches above her crotch and she looked totally exposed. The boys black hand was only six inches from her bare pussy. "So are you into older women or is there a bunch of hot fourteen year olds in your class?" Luke's hand was stroking her inner thigh and to signal her approval Dawn's legs moved wider, much wider. "They've all older than me. Carrie's sixteen." He paused then said with a knowing look. The oldest so far was twenty two!" He looked at her. "But I've never had a white girl yet." With that his hand slid up and began to rub Dawn through her tights. She moved with him both looking at Edward who felt really sick. "So how about you have two firsts tonight then, I'm twenty eight and I'm white!" He turned to look at her as his fingers wormed through the mesh of the tights and slid into her wet hole. She responded by kissing him. It was long and slow and the boy really savoured it. "I hope you don't mind Edward watching us." She stated as they broke apart. "No, if that's what gets him off!" The boy responded with a smirk. "He's always wanted to see me take a black cock!" She supplied, Luke just laughed. "Then we better not disappoint him." He pushed his fingers hard into Dawn making her moan. She had enjoyed the sex on holiday to increasing amounts and Joe had been fun but now she was more excited than ever; the whole event was just so erotic being with this young boy in front of her clearly upset husband (who she knew was secretly enjoying it as a bulge in his pants proved). The boy helped her off with the belt then she got to her knees and began to remove the boy's clothes. It was like a nightmare as the kid stripped only to reveal a large cock which made Edward feel like crying. Dawn held it and told the boy he was magnificent to which he explained, looking at Edward as he did so, that all his women still loved coming back for more even if they had boyfriends and he was always happy to oblige Then without any further discussion Dawn grabbed the gusset of her tights and tried to tear a hole but failed however Luke took one sharp tug and the seam gave leaving her pussy open to his assault. With a grin at Edward she lay back and the boy mounted her, his rock-hard cock driving into her. He wasn't as thick as Joe but was still fatter that Edward and a little longer and was certainly much harder. As he began to have Dawn, she bucked and moaned her first climax hitting her. She already knew this was going to be her best experience ever and she wanted them both to know this for different reasons. She started getting very vocal, calling for Luke to fuck like her husband never could. He was grinning as he looked at Edward then said that his slut whore wife was enjoying her first black cock. Edward wanted to shout at him and say that she'd already had three others; bigger and better than him but it wouldn't have helped in fact he wondered if it might make it worse. The boy thought her a lust-filled woman but possibly not a complete slut which of course she was fast becoming. Dawn found his cock sent her to another quick climax before they finally settled down and she told him how good he felt inside her married pussy. "You're a fuck-God" She blurted as they continued to rock together. Then she felt him getting fast and realised he was about to cum. "OK Lover fill your first married pussy with your hot seed." Luke had never been in a situation like this. He'd made love to all those women in the past six months but no one was as vocal and certainly never said such things. He came with a groan then after a few more pumps collapsed on to the hot woman. Edward got up unsure if the boy wanted seconds but it was Dawn who needed more. She rolled him over and whispered to him he looked at her then said ok. She smiled at him before going down on his cock. She sucked him back to a fast erection and then pulled him back on top even before Edward had returned from the kitchen. He watched helplessly as Dawn was given another orgasm and clawed at the kids back urging him on until after perhaps another five minutes he came again. This time they were both satisfied and the lay together until Luke reminded them that he needed to be back by twelve. "I'll take you home. Dawn said happily then got up and without trying to make herself decent she went out returning with a long coat. Dawn told Edward to wait up as she shouldn't be gone that long. He watched her go to the car and give him a little wave as Luke's hands began to rummage inside the coat. It was a short journey across town so she came in just fifteen minutes later looking like a complete slut and gave him a huge kiss. He tried to pull away as the salty taste in her mouth hit him but she held on before breaking away. "Doesn't he taste good." She laughed licking her lips. "That was foolish!" Edward told her but she wagged her finger at him. "I've told you what will happen if you complain." "But Dawn please that was reckless. If his mother found out what you just did you'd go to prison." "You are so slow to learn. I think you need a lesson to remind you whose boss here." "Dawn I'm sorry please don't do anything else, I'm just thinking of you..." "Stop now!" She ordered and he did. She was surprised that she'd been able to treat her husband to such a display without losing her nerve but actually she'd loved it. She had already thought up some other events to give Edward a high but Luke was going to be great. They would no longer struggle for a babysitter and if he was anywhere as cocky as she thought he was, he would be an increasingly demanding visitor. Edward had some great sex with his wife for the next week but when they went out the following Saturday it was with great foreboding that he was sent to pick him up. The boy gave him a smile and asked if he really was required to look after the children or would it be Mrs Miller? He kept quiet during the brief journey. Dawn was busy getting ready and had no time to give him except to say they'd be `back in time', for what Edward and Luke both wondered. The evening was fine but Dawn insisted they leave before eleven to get back home which they did at half past. Once home Dawn asked Luke when he had to be back. "About one I guess." He looked expectant. "Well we need to pay you don't we." She stated. "Since it's before twelve how about thirty pounds and an hour in bed with me?" She asked. "ok seems fair." He grinned. "If you have to babysit beyond midnight I'll make it even more worth while!" "Sounds like fun!" "Now I want to show you something!" With that Dawn lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal stockings and a bare pussy. "I removed them before we came home." She explained. She kissed the boy and led him to the bedroom with Edward in tow then like before he stood guard as she stripped herself then the boy and they had sex. Dawn had several orgasms and coaxed the boy to two of his own. She then lay back and ordered Edward to drive her `black lover' home and to give him a twenty pound tip for fucking her so well. They were quite busy the next few months which mean Luke visited then several times, recently at lease one weekend evening for four out of five weeks. He was now so confident he would kiss Dawn hard when he entered the house and tried to have sex with her before they went out but she refused that was until the last of these evenings. They were going to a show which meant they'd not be home until nearly one o'clock. Dawn had agreed with Liberty that Luke could sleep over to avoid him having to get a taxi home in the early hours. Edward picked the boy up and drove him to their house and to his distress Dawn invited him into the bedroom. Then she stated to Edward she'd promised to make it special for `poor' Luke so to start with he could `get her in the mood for the evening'. Edward watched as the boy made love to Dawn for thirty minutes (his performance was already getting better) giving Dawn two large climaxes and shooting his load up her. She then got dressed in the same fishnets she'd worn for him a few weeks ago before covering them with a short dress. She wore no bra or knickers and when challenged by Edward she grinned and said she wanted to feel her lovers cum on her thighs all evening. The show was not that good and with Dawn looking a little too tarty for his liking Edward felt very low. Dawn was on heat and when they finally got home she was all over the boy again. The boy fucked her three times that night and once in the morning as Edward fought to keep the children out of the bedroom. He was further humiliated with his reappearance the next day after school and again on the Thursday. Then that Friday Luke appeared at their door and Dawn made love to him in the lounge even though the children were in bed upstairs. She sat Edward down a few weeks later and looked him in the eye and admitted that this time she really was pregnant. He asked her if it was another joke but she shook her head. "Not this time but I guess you've got what you really desired and I suppose I've also secretly wanted for some time!" He looke ill but she managed to get him to bed that night and made love to him. He came in her as she mentioned that she would put Joe down as the father because Luke was a minor. "Baby I really love you, you know." She said kissing him. "I love what you've done to me, it's so, so dirty yet somehow feels right. I didn't think I'd be able to carry a black baby but now it turns me on as much as you!" It was only a few days later he came home from work to find her walking about in only a t-shirt, that had Black cock slut and Proud across the front plus a pair of knickers that said I love black cock. She laughed and told him they wouldn't keep it secret for long anyway. Thankfully the children having tea oblivious to their mother's proclamation couldn't read. Then as she began to show she wore t-shirts (she now had several) saying Black Bred which she exposed on more and more occasions. He had to endue a whole meal in a burger place with her sitting opposite him this stretched over her slight but definite bulge. In the end the waitress asked if it meant what it said and she nodded telling her she'd been knocked up by her lover. The woman had given Edward a rather nasty look and told her good luck. It was exactly three weeks later Edward was sitting in the lounge looking glum; he'd finally broken down that morning when his wife had chatted about her `brown baby' and it had taken her a good hour to get him to finally stop crying, she was visibly upset. She came in dressed in the jumper and the same fishnets she'd seduced Luke in and with the children at her mother's for a second Edward through she was about to invite someone over again. Only there was something wrong but it took him quite a while to get his mind together. "You're not... Err I mean... what happened to...?" "The baby? All in your mind honey!" He stared at her. "But you were showing!" "No I was padding my clothes. You never thought it odd I've been changing in the bathroom?" "No, I thought you were just keeping me away from you. I mean we've not made love for two months or more and I..." he broke down and cried again. "Honey! I wasn't pregnant and I never told anyone about it but you! Listen it's all over and done with. I thought you liked the idea and were getting of on it but... well I was wrong on that score and I now realise I was just being cruel which I don't want to be. I had a thought how we can both enjoy this new found hobby without hurting our relationship and risking anything: We are going back to Jamaica and you can take me to the club. I'll do nasty things there and really go wild but back home however I want us to be normal. Is that ok?" "Yes, God yes! But I don't need Jamaica!" "I'm afraid I do... I actually loved cuckolding you but unless it takes over our lives we can't continue like that so the compromise will be trips to Jamaica. From the moment we leave the UK to the moment we touchdown on the way home I'll be a nasty cuckolding interracial slut. I'll walk the walk, talk the talk wear my t-shirts and fuck my brains out but here I'm going to be a good mum and normal wife although I might occasionally tease you just a little as long as you can stand it." Edward thought about this and decided it was the best he could hope for. "What about Joe and Luke?" "I warned Joe off ages ago and he might be able to tease you at work but if he ever gets to over the top tell me honey and I'll remind him that he's very married! Luke's ok as well, his girlfriend had a baby and I think he's in shock as his been forced to help! Not much fun of a boy just turned fifteen." Edward stood by the bar watching Dawn as she let Marcus pet her again. He still felt a little sick watching them together but it was ok really. Dawn had been true to her words and was only like this in Jamaica although this was their third trip in two years. While in this country she was an interracial slut. She slept with a number of black men and dressed very sexy when she strutted about town in the evenings. She'd been quite up front with Edward as soon and as they'd arrived; she'd gone native. Of course now things were a little hotter because as she stood a few paces away she grinned at him as her lover lifted the front of her dress showing her round belly which showed their next child was on the way. She kept teasing him that it might be black but he was certain it was his since the dates didn't tie in with their Jamaican trips but there was of course just that little nagging doubt since she'd mentioned she'd bumped into Luke a few months ago. But she wouldn't have...

I have held a very low opinion of the people who post much of the material on websites such as these as they relate to situations that many have not and will never encounter. What is worse it has a strong influence on others who believe that what is written is somehow factual and therefore the actions portrayed in them are acceptable and normal. That said I guess I'm joining those now but I feel the need to submit this, just to try to give you all a view of what happens as a result of these written fantasies. Of course I know that a few are genuine but most are not. My stupid husband started reading pornography a long time before we met but it was only after we started living together he shared it with me. Now it's not something that really floated my boat but like most women I went along with it as it helped to get us in the mood. A little later on after we got married he started to surf the internet and began to read a range of stories as well as looking a various pictures on sex websites. Now I never married him for his brains, his not stupid, but I didn't think he would begin to fall under its spell and more importantly start to have serious fantasies based on what was written. Anyway, slowly he began to bring it to bed with him, by that I mean the pillow talk and ideas which although was just talk I found it not only a little degrading (it could be quite offensive) but a mild turn-off. Anyway over the next year or so there were frequent whispered conversations which I usually ignored or politely agreed with but occasionally I'd have to tell him to shut up as I didn't find the conversation in the least bit arousing. Not long before Mollie, our first child, was born he started to talk about it quite a bit more. I realised that he was frustrated by my swollen belly so his only source of relief were his surfing sessions. I didn't mind him doing this and so I decided to even helped him he set up the PC in a different room so he would have `space' to use the web without being disturbed. He was then free to play with himself while viewing porn and I never went into the room when he was there unless he left the door open. Unfortunately this temporary green light became a permanent one and so after the baby came along and I was in my post pregnancy condition he was still surfing like mad and when finally we were able to make love with me again it didn't stop him surfing. Things were ok although I had to tell him to be less vocal about these fantasies the first few times we made love especially as I felt emotional and thought the events should be tender, loving and sensuous not fuelled by dirty talk. Unfortunately it seemed no amount of telling him actually deterred him from this when we were in the throes of passion so despite the fact that I had told him on countless occasions these scenarios did nothing for me, he still continued with them. It was still only a few short months since the birth of our child but it seemed he was desperate for it every night and although he mostly had to be satisfied with surfing we still did it two days per week for that first month of sex. Anyway one evening he was particularly base about how I'd look really great in a body stocking (his main fantasy outfit of choice) bent over the bonnet of a car while being done by a big black bouncer when I pointed out that our little girl was sleeping next to us in her cot and I really thought this inappropriate as firstly I would never dress like that and secondly it wouldn't turn me on but make me feel sick. I remember that night because Matt was actually very upset by my response and got really defensive saying that this was meant to be pillow talk designed to help our lovemaking since it was so recent after the baby (and although he didn't say it, I was still a little overweight) and now I'd ruined the moment. Well of course I had, for about five seconds! So before I'd even drawn breath to say I was sorry he was back at it although thankfully quiet. He started talking again a few minutes later and taking what he'd said to heart I decided to go with the flow and even agreed that once I got down to my old weight a sexy body stocking would accentuate my curves and make me feel hot. Anyway it was that sort of conversation more or less and he was happy. Matt really couldn't stop his incessant chatter in bed so over the following weeks I let him talk about things as long as they didn't get to graphic or degrading and he enjoyed being able to express his thoughts although there was seldom an evening when I didn't have to make him aware I thought he was going too far. When my birthday came around three weeks later he presented me with two boxes and said they were naughty and nice. I opened the first to find my favourite perfume and a ticket for a spa day. Then I opened the second and looked at the contents with a degree of disappointment. "That's the naughty one." He supplied as I looked at a body stocking, mini skirt and tiny top. I didn't know what to say so he added helpfully; "For around the house." I reasoned that although it wasn't my thing it was his and I knew I was far from being a prude or frigid so knew it would be fun if I was in the mood. Also I was down to close to my pre-baby shape after spending several hours over the past weeks in the gym, although I had much larger breasts as I was still breast feeding. "It looks interesting." I responded kindly, smiling. "Maybe tonight." Well that was it for Matt and once little Molly was in her cot that night he was keen for me to put the clothes on immediately but I absolutely refused to wear them while we ate my birthday dinner. After we finished he badgered me until I finally sighed and agreed to put them on so went upstairs to change. The body stocking had a round neck and was opaque black and even had thumb holes. It was actually a bit of a fight getting it on then I turned to the other clothes. The silver shimmery skirt was belted tightly about the waist but fell in loose pleats just below my crotch while the identical top was a single band of material that stretched around my breasts. Actually it wasn't too bad so I didn't feel that cheap wearing it and went back down to Matt but was sent back up to return in heels. I arrived in the lounge and was greeted with a deep kiss then Matt put on some music and we slow danced him running his hands all over me. Needless to say a few minutes into this he started murmuring that this was what other men would be doing if they were dancing with me at a club. It wasn't what I wanted to hear and tried to shush him but he continued at a low level until finally we sat down and began to play with each other. Of course my silly husband had bought a garment without an opening at the crotch so although he rubbed me through the material he soon got a rather frustrated. Anyway he then decided to make an alteration and the next thing I know he was trying to make a hole with some scissors. I insisted he stop and to keep him happy I went into the kitchen and did it properly myself making sure it wasn't going to ladder. Now I was more crudely attired Matt and I began to play with each other properly then when I was good and excited he began a stream of sex talk which I went along with. Quite suddenly he paused and switching off the side lamps he put on the TV and switched on the DVD machine. The thing powered up and a film started: The screen was filled with a woman talking to the person behind the camera, he asked her to tell everyone what she wanted which she did; basically it was a sex tape and the woman was about to perform sex with a man while her husband watched and another man recorded it. I asked Matt to please stop it as it was more than a little off putting but he said for me just to watch as it was hot, it was clear therefore he'd already viewed it at least once. Anyway we were now on the verge of sex ourselves so I let it go and we saw the woman being joined by a large black guy and they made out. Matt took this moment to pop on a condom and enter me as I lay on the sofa so the sounds of the woman making out were joined by our own. I'm not going to pretend that it wasn't exciting or that the sex tape wasn't a turn on but it was not really needed at least not for me and certainly not Matt who went over the top really quickly. It actually looked like I was going to be left very frustrated but to my surprise he pulled out and actually removed the rubber and fired his cum over my new skirt before quickly going down on me. I was very wet and aroused so very soon I was really close but he paused for a while getting me to play with him so he could catch me up again. We lay watching the woman now performing oral sex on the black guy's very large cock this was obviously having the required effect on Matt as he was soon very turned on. "Look at the size of that monster." Matt said as I played with him. "that's what they call a whore maker because any white woman who takes it will crave it forever after." (I must now add that the words are not exact but more less what he said or suggested) I remember saying `don't be daft' or something like that but then he sprang into action again and after urging me to do so twice, he got me to get on all fours facing the screen. I watched as the woman finally lay on her back and the man entered her slowly. Matt was cooing at this going on and on about how complete the experience must be for the woman and how she was going to be totally satisfied. I'm not sure if it was then but I think it was, when Matt said that it looked so right her small white body covered by a black man.. Anyway I was now really close to my own orgasm and as began to move and pant I remember him pulling my head up, I'd been focussing on the carpet, and said "Look at that it's so perfect her married pussy conquered by a black stallion." He added some other stuff about her excitement but I really can't begin to remember what although I remember the `stallion' remark well. Then my own orgasm hit me and as I hit my peak my bloody husband said "imagine that cock's in you now." Anyway I came and he did for the second time. I actually felt like he'd taken something away from the moment saying that because I was actually focussing on his cock in me not some oversized porn king. We fell away satisfied and Matt thankfully stopped the DVD then after we cuddled for a few minutes we went to bed only Matt insisted I sleep in the body stocking. I agreed since I was still having that tingly feeling that meant I could probably go a second round and after wiping his cum off my new skirt I lay that and the top on the side then slipped into our bed. Now Matt was fuelled by the porn we'd seen and no amount of shushing could stop him talking relentlessly about both how fantastic I looked and felt in the new outfit and less happily how brilliant the sex must have been for the woman in the film. Anyway before long we are at it like rabbits (being a little quiet not to wake the baby) and sensing I was not far from another orgasm he started to talk about how the woman could have been me and how much pleasure I would have got from his big fat black cock. The problem was it simply wasn't my fantasy so it actually took me off the boil a little at first but despite this he went on and on suggesting I'd look fantastic dressed in this gear bent over a sofa with a black man fucking me, Of course it was an erotic scene being pictured and after a while I got excited then quite suddenly found myself racing to a big climax. Matt had managed to hold himself back but now he also came and with him chuckling about pushing my buttons I fell into an exhausted sleep. I woke and was nursing our baby in the middle of the night, the body stocking pulled off on arm so that I could breast feed. Matt woke and looked at me. "That looks quite a useful bit of clothing." He suggested sleepily. "Well it's helping to keep all of me a little bit warmer especially my legs." I answered honestly. "Although my flannel pyjama's are much better." "But for old grannies." He added then went back to sleep. I really can't understand this need to turn everything sexual but Matt seemed to have decided that his favourite sexy gear should become standard nightwear for me and tried to get me to wear the damn thing again the following night but I refused. I did agree the next night after his constant whining. Of course this meant we made love again and also meant I ended up breast feeding again with it half off my shoulder. Now I only mention this because as you will probably guess Matt saw this as the justification to present me with another `present' box the following week namely no less than three additional items. One of them was very similar to one he'd given me for my birthday although it had cut-outs for my breasts (and also my sex but the first one did now anyway) Matt gleefully informed me that it meant I could use it as bed wear and not have to worry about breastfeeding. A second was a black lace design with a plunging V at the front, again as my husband pointed out it would allow for easy feeding. To say the least I was totally speechless but not in gratitude and what was worse the third was actually a dark red PVC cat-suit. The latter was a crazy (and I suspected expensive) purchase as it was a complete head-to-toe costume; except for the zips around the breasts and the crotch. When squeezed into it I suspected I'd feel like an idiot or a dyke. I swore at him and told him to send them back but he just looked at me as if I was being unreasonable and suggested that I at least try them on. I told him he was becoming a pervert and left them where I'd discarded them. I suppose it was inevitable that if he didn't attempt to get his money back he would keep on at me and so it proved. He was at least sensible not to push it for a few days but as I was sitting feeding the baby wrapped in a blanket he made a comment that the lovely warm outfit would be better wear when breastfeeding. You can imagine the foul look I gave him but said nothing. Actually I was a little cold when I climbed back into bed and put my icy feet on his back to punish him. Later that morning we lay in bed and Matt mentioned how cold I was then mentioned the cat-suit and how held simply got it as a way of keeping me warm. This made me laugh since it was the most blatantly fetish item I'd ever seen but he kept a straight face and said it was true so I asked about the others only he smiled at this and admitted that while they would probably help as well it was as much for him as me. Anyway a couple of days further on and it was Friday and when we went to bed he begged me to wear one of the new garments. I said no but relented and put on the one with the lacy design. I must admit that I felt sexy being dressed like that and so we fooled around for quite a while as we made love. It was only spoiled by Matt's whispered descriptions of how sexy I'd be dressed like this in a nightclub or to be more precise the consequences of this. This was namely against the outside wall later in that mythical evening, needless to say, not involving Matt but someone else. Still the sex was good and since it was another night when the baby woke for a feed I actually did the breastfeeding without having to undress and simply sat up and slapped her on for a bit. Matt of course gave a sage-like nod and added that the cat-suit would be even warmer but I ignored this. We moved Mollie into her own room a day later and that was when she decided to wake several times over the next few nights. In the end when we went to bed one night Matt had laid the cat-suit out. I pushed it away but he pointed out I'd been really cold on a couple of occasions the past few nights so I should at least try it. I didn't but that night after getting up twice I did a `quick' third visit to her only this lasted ages and as predicted I was cold when I finally got back to bed. The next night without actually mentioning it, since I was going to bed before Matt, I decided to try it on because to be honest I felt like sex and knew that would give him the green light. Now the first thing I discovered was it was very tight and I almost gave up but finally I was in and felt a cross between an infant in a baby-grow and some form of sex pervert: The hood was really tight to my head and there was no chance of slipping it off, similarly while it was shaped to my breasts they were still over-large and were pressed very hard in the confined space. Still it felt really sexy and I was definitely warm, even a little too warm! I went to bed but was feeling highly aroused so when Matt finally came to bed I was ready for him. He was beside himself and despite the fact that he had almost certainly relieved himself while surfing he was as hard as wood and the sex was fantastic. I must admit that I was really turned on and allowed him to talk his way through our lovemaking even though his descriptions of me dressed in the outfit being take by a group of lads in a nightclub toilet wasn't what I had in mind, still it was a so erotic we both had fun and I must confess I had the biggest orgasm ever. Ironically Mollie slept through that night but the following, when I didn't have it on, she got Matt and I up once apiece. I wore it again the next night and besides the great sex I was genuinely grateful to it when I breastfed her in the early hours of the morning although I looked at myself in the mirror and realised I looked like a dominatrix . In the end I adopted it as occasional nightwear mainly because it got me in the mood whenever I wore it. This was of course to Matt's great enthusiasm and I didn't have the hood up as it was too damned hot. In between I wore the other new body stockings and let him have sexy with me in those since with the blatant cut-outs they could hardly be used for much else. I must admit we used up a lot of condoms those following days and my sex life was the best ever. Matt had a look in his eye when he asked me why I was not wearing any of the suits a few nights later and I told him they were in the wash. To stop him wasting more money I explained that while it was surprisingly good for my breastfeeding of Mollie it wasn't a long-term deal as she would soon not require feeds and just as significantly I found the hood more than a little off-putting. I needed to have been blunter with him because only two days later I found a new cat-suit on the bed that night; white but without a hood but otherwise very similar. Actually I didn't baulk at this I was again feeling horny so put it on before bed finding it good to wear. Matt of course was walking around with a hard-on even before I discovered it and no sooner was I in bed than he joined me and we did it like rabbits again. Now this is the background to why I started to wear either body-stockings or cat-suits to bed and I guess why Matt got so much more sex meaning he got away with his sex talk more than he had ever before. Not so long ago I read a book about sexual psychology and it said that most men think about sex incessantly and when they go without for long period the frustration of this abstinence can grow and grow. When men get a lot of sex they become blas about it and often they are actually less demanding for it. Women on the other-hand do not have the same growing frustrations, although that is not true for everyone, and periods without sex don't tend to lead to the same build-up of sexual desires as in men. However it is also said to be true that when women engage in prolonged and repeated sexual encounters they are stimulated to repeat this behaviour as their libido is working overtime. This I realise was true of me as I was now happy to have sex most days and I'm sure it was because of this; or basically doing it frequently encouraged me to do it frequently while similarly, immediately after Mollies birth (trying to put aside the fact that my bits felt buggered!) I hadn't had sex for ages and had little urge to do so. Anyway we probably had more sex for the next few months than the whole year before I was pregnant although Matt's demands did drop off a little. The one thing that still annoyed me a bit was his need to turn every session into a fantasy usually involving some hung black gang member or a teen near-rapist. I guess he needed this to get off but thinking back I should have been hurt that despite the fact I was now dressing every night in clothing he fantasised about he still needed to embroider tales of club-land encounters or dark alley assaults. Still we were very happy and as I've mentioned several times above my sex life was actually terrific and I felt lucky that I was having the best sex of my life. I even enjoyed dressing up to excite Matt and on a few occasions I would walk into the lounge in one of the costumes and ask him if he was coming to bed. I don't think I ever got a no! So that is the very prolonged background to what happened. I suppose I'm saying that I wasn't a wilting flower, not a prude but while our sex life had gone up several notches it was a little kinky but far from wild. So time moved towards our wedding anniversary and Matt and I were still enjoying good sex and I'd even allowed him to spout his bullshit in my ear as he got off. He was still stuck in a rut about a guy taking me when I was dressed in one of the body-stockings although the location, style and outcome changed according to what Matt felt like that evening. Anyway the week before our day he went on and on about wanting us to have a really special night and after a few doubts I agreed that Mollie could spent the evening with my parents even though I thought it better for us to have mum over to babysit. Now I expected we would go out for dinner but Matt brought home a take-away, some fizz and chocolates and we sat down and enjoyed a nice meal. The intention was for my mother to bring Mollie home around half eleven so Matt had us eat early so we could, as he put it, party. He persuaded me to put the sliver skirt as before (no top this time) only it was over my lacy body stocking and with heels I must admit I looked very sexy. We sat in the lounge with the lights low and he worked on me for ages until I was about to explode then he stopped and said we needed more wine. Matt looked about then asked me if I could wait for a few minutes as he wanted us to fool around a little longer but I said no. However he said it wouldn't take long and pulling his clothes together he popped out in the car and drove off to the shops. I wasn't best pleased but had only waited for a minute or two when I heard the door go and got up to see why he was back so soon. I saw a huge shadow and turned just as a large man grabbed me and I was very roughly dragged away to the hall. I screamed and yelled for Matt only the guy slapped me really hard and I shut up. I remember that I could taste my own bloody as I bit my tongue then when I tried to get free again he hit me again in the stomach. I was petrified and cried out once more only this time it was cut short with a really hard pull of my hair. "I'm gonna' fuck you lady." He said "And you're gonna love every inch of it!" He said in a slangy London accent. He then dragged me over to the bottom of our staircase and pushing me onto my stomach he tried to hold me down as I struggled. I yelled for Matt again but the guy hit me with his hand on the back of the head and it bloody hurt so much that I felt dazed. "No more!" He said menacingly, "Or I'll knock out your teeth." Until that moment I always thought that I would never submit to rape and would fight to the end but now I was in shock. And before I could even begin to get my thoughts back in order I was lying across the bottom three steps of the staircase with my stomach on the half-landing and my knees on the hall carpet. I began to cry as the man started to push something huge between my thighs and I realised it was his large cock. "Please!" I sobbed "Please don't do this. "I'm a mother with a small baby." Then he pushed his disgusting manhood into me and I wept properly. He was very big and it hurt a little but worse was the fact that because I was so wet he said with a deep snigger I was clearly hot for him. I was turned to the side looking at his large black hand gripping the top stair as he levered into me. Anyway he pushed deeper and deeper until I was full and still it went on. I begged him again saying I wouldn't say anything to anyone if he'd just leave now but he simply added that he was `snug' now and then he started to have sex with me. This is the real world not some fantasy and it was truly horrible. I was conscious of the fact that Matt wasn't back and I was helpless plus all the time the man was telling me that since I was dressed like a slut I obviously needed his cock. The whole thing went on for what seemed like ages but actually wasn't, I didn't stop pleading with him until he gave me a bit of a slap again so all I could do then was sob into the stair carpet as this awful man used me. I wasn't even aware of him when he came but after a while he got off me and I felt his cock exit. I lay with his dirty slime dripping out of me before I got to my knees. Suddenly he pulled me to my feet and thrust a bottle into my face and told me to drink. I did reluctantly; it was squash. Then I was told to go to my bedroom which I did stumbling in the near darkness before sitting on my bed as the room began to spin and a tried to ask him what he'd given me but that was it and I went out like a light a few moments later. I awoke in my own bed and it was morning. I felt so dozy it was hard to open my eyes properly. I looked about and found Matt dressing for work my thoughts were very fuzzy and as I struggled to put them in order Matt turned and saw me and gave me a kiss. "Bit of a killjoy last night weren't you!" he teased but smiled at me. "I'll get you a cup of tea. Remember you owe me tonight!" I lay still only vaguely aware that something was very wrong but I simply found it impossible to remember what and besides my body felt like lead and my eyes kept drooping. "Mollie's been fed and we've had a bit of time together but she could do with some company" he said "however you look really tired so get some rest she'll be fine for an hour or so. I must admit I dozed again until Mollie's cries woke me and I got up to see her. As I did so the memories returned and I gasped as I remembered the rape. I rushed to the bathroom and checked my face but there were no bruises from the slapping and looking at my sex through my tear filled eyes I found it neat and clean and apparently untouched. I was at a loss so sat trying to order my thoughts or go over the events logically as they now seemed jumbled with the sex talk with Matt so it was really hard to decide what was real and what wasn't, especially as my husband had been going on and on about some of his stupid fantasies which were very similar to what had occurred. Anyway I decided that I simply must have been mistaken and I spent the next several hours doing what I normally do including meeting friends for coffee however the nagging thoughts about rape wouldn't go away. By mid afternoon the events seemed to have come back almost totally so I phoned Matt and told him but he was silent for a moment to two then said "but that's what we were talking about when we were having sex!" I said that while it was it didn't mean the rape hadn't occurred but then he added that he'd been surprised just how excited I'd become over it so perhaps the combination of lots of wine, my exhaustion after the baby and our very intimate sex session had got me confused. I agreed that I was really confused but suggested he leave work early so we could talk as I was scared that I really had been raped. That night we talked it through but all that happened was my deepening confusion. I tried to put the memories into the context of a drunken fantasy but it didn't sit right yet there were no signs of a struggle and if I had been raped how come I'd been safely tucked up in bed when Matt returned with the wine. Anyway I wasn't in the mood after that at least not for a while, I still felt upset although I tried to tell myself it was irrational and I simply couldn't have been attacked. The next weekend after seeing friends we went to bed and Matt finally persuaded me to have sex again. After a long discussion I agreed and to please him (and me because I was rather drunk) I put on the white cat-suit but of course Matt started the talking thing which didn't please me much. He then went into graphic detail about me being `taken on the stairs and what position I was in and everything else so much so I asked him where he got it from and he answered that it had been the fantasy we'd talked about a week ago. After a while, since I wasn't really in the mood he went down on me then came back and started to talk dirt again this time about me dressed in the cat-suit being tied to the bed and taken by another big black guy. I didn't find this at all exciting but Matt did and came. He insisted on going down on me until I finally came. We were both hot and sweaty so he got us some cola and we sat drinking it before going to sleep. He was up early the following day and I again awoke feeling really disorientated and groggy. Matt then said he would take Mollie to my parents by himself as it was only going to be a flying visit anyway and he would let me sleep as I clearly needed it. I was soon nodding off again but was woken by the bedroom door opening and there stood another huge black guy. "Morning bitch, time for a good fucking." He said and he grabbed my wrists then tied them together as I screamed. He then went for my legs so I started to kick but he growled that he would punch me in the face until I was unconscious if I made contact with him again and I was so scared I simply gave in. My mind was still really fuzz and it somehow didn't feel as real as before but once my ankles were secured to the bed legs he got on top of me and put his enormous cock inside me then it felt real. My arms were hanging over his head as his broad shoulders moved with his thrusts. He tried to kiss me but I turned away but the result was he bit me hard and I yelled. "Kiss me properly bitch!" He said so I reluctantly did trying not to be sick which wasn't that easy. He was revolting and his tongue swirled about my mouth as he continued to use me aggressively his cock going slowly into my surprisingly open sex. As I said I was so disorientated that morning the room actually span around for a bit. It is strange but his cock wasn't really that hard or at least it didn't feel it which one part of my mind was a little surprised at. Anyway during this assault he called me some revolting names and asked me several times if I was enjoying it. Finally after what seemed an eternity he got off although I knew he'd not cum. He went downstairs and I prayed he was leaving but he returned and once he was in the room I realised he had one of my kitchen knives. I started crying and begged him not to kill me as his frame towered over me again. He stood for a long time before telling me that if I wanted him not to carve me then I had to be really nice to him. He then cut the tights holding my legs to the bed and moved them up one at a time until they were over my head. I tried not to cry anymore as he refastened each of them to the headboard. Then he started again and I nearly died as he pushed into me it was so deep. He continued to take me like this for ages although it was quite uncomfortable but soon he finished then as promised he cut me down and left me lying on the bed with strict instructions not to move. He returned a few minutes later and that was when he told me to suck him off. I wanted to die and even getting close to his manhood made me want to vomit. I was actually retching as I started but soon he was holding my head over his cock as I did my best to please him, conscious that he still had the knife nearby. After about fifteen minutes my jaw was really aching and that was when he got on top of me and started again. I turned my head to one side and endured this for another thirty, or so minutes before he came in me once more. Then he forced me out of bed and we showered before we went back to the bedroom and sat surreally drinking milk. We sat on the bed silently for quite some time before I was aware that things were becoming even more indistinct and before long it all went blank. I wasn't really with it until Mollie woke me again well into the afternoon and after seeing to her I returned to bed and sat wondering if I was loosing my head. I remembered clearly Matt's pillow talk the night before and the fact that my assault was completely identical shook me. It dawned on me that maybe I was really having some daylight fantasies of my own although it seemed real and considering it was a fantasy it wasn't at all nice. I recalled feeling `out of it' during the morning so I couldn't even be sure of anything. I check myself over but found no trace of any assault; the only bruise was on my neck but Matt had bitten me the night before pretending to be an assailant so even that could be explained, my sex was moist and red but otherwise didn't have any tell-tale sperm lingering around. I then realised the man (if he existed outside my head) had used my stockings to restrain me so I checked my drawers only to find every pair in place. I found Matt in the lounge and after stumbling over the events tearfully a few times I then admitted to the complete lack of evidence. Matt was worried, angry and upset in equal measure but then when I spoke of the lack of evidence including the cut-up stockings plus my disorientation he went very quiet. It was clear what he thought and since I had doubts myself I agreed. Anyway most of the rest of Monday I was at a loss but much later when Mollie was finally down we talked about it in much more detail until he laughed and said that it was clear I was suffering badly from sleep depravation and although he was concerned it was apparent my own deep held fantasies were surfacing. I wasn't so sure but what could I do? I let it go until the Wednesday when I dropped Mollie at mums and went out shopping and lunch before picking her up around four. The problem was that when I got to the town centre I bizarrely found my purse missing and had to drive home to find it. The man pounced on me as soon as I got inside only this time I didn't struggle and allowed him to take me to my bed. He sat me on the bed and gave me an energy drink to, as he put it give my the calories I needed for a good fucking then he had sex with me slowly at first as I lay there wondering how this very real and physical act could possibly be a dream but as time went on I became really confused and felt more and more aroused yet distant. Maybe I had lost my marbles but I simply couldn't tell but I was floating by the time it was over. I think we showered again but I was in a daze and for about an hour I lay on the bed before sleeping then woke and sat staring at the walls trying to decide if I should phone the police, Matt or book to see a therapist. I decided to check myself again only of course I found nothing so I talked to Matt. He pointed out that there was absolutely no way any assailant would have been waiting in our house ready to pounce on me; firstly because we hadn't been broken into and secondly because there was no way anyone would have know I was about to return alone. He then suggested I relax the rest for the day because Mollie was in good hands and that I should try to get some normality back into my life. I agreed and after cancelling lunch I went to sleep for hours before picking up Mollie. Matthew was actually excited about this latest event and after we chatted he asked me if I wanted his honest opinion to which I said yes. He told me he thought that I was falling into some very realistic dreams of my sexual fantasies and the activities were simply what my mind wanted to happen. He also said he though that when I was conscious I was too embarrassed to allow these kinky ideas to flourish which was why they kept reoccurring in my dreams. I told him they were nasty dreams and not what I wanted but he shook his head and said that while I was saying that, deep down it was what I did want to happen hence the nearly-real dreams. Any way since he was convinced that deep within me I wanted to explore my fantasies further he dressed me in one of the Body stockings again then we sat in the lounge making out before having sex. He insisted we have the DVD on as well and I actually watched it fully with him as the woman did a lot of different sexual activities with the man on the screen. I got very excited (although I don't think it was especially due to the nature of the material) and we had good sex although I confessed to Matt I was scared about how I would react the following day. I suppose what happened that Friday was what I should have expected. After drinking my morning tea I changed Mollie and took her shopping then came home and was joined by Matt who had come home for lunch (a rarity as he didn't work that locally) as a surprise and just in case anything was actually happening so he could discover it. After he left I settled into a quiet afternoon on once again I seemed to loose myself and could remember little until the evening when I woke in bed and got up to find it was nearly ten and Matt was down in the lounge sitting watching TV. Matt initiated sex and I found myself very responsive even when he began to talk about me being shared with a hung stranger as we sat in the lounge and how I would look good riding his big black cock. I slept well that night but when I woke I had several flashbacks of me riding a black man even though I knew they weren't true. It was then I realised what Matt had suggested was correct that basically I had started to manifest my deep sexual desires in the form of `real' dreams. So we talked again that morning as we had time for once, it was a Saturday. After a long and frank conversation I finally agreed with Matt that I needed to try to be more accepting of these hidden desires so that these dreams didn't suddenly pop out at me when I was feeling exhausted. At Matt's insistence we made love that afternoon as we read a story he'd printed of the net about the rape of a wife by a burglar during which she is used for several hours then forced to pose for the man before he disappears. Of course in the story she has a climax during the act and was then easily blackmailed into not telling so endures several weeks of this until she is hooked on the man's big cock. That night Matt insisted he wanted me to dress up for him so I did and we had sex again only this time he stopped and said we should go to sleep despite the fact we were both excited as a way of prolonging the enjoyment. It had the effect he wanted and in the morning before we got up to Mollie he played with me then waited until she was fed and returned to her cot then he started again and this time with only a little prompting I participated in the fantasy talk since was feeling really turned on. He was the one who introduced the fantasy of a large black man who forced me onto all fours and took me from behind in front of Mollie but never the less it was a turn on and I had a very big climax. That afternoon Matt was going out so around two after a coffee he put Mollie down for her afternoon nap and disappeared while I sat watching the TV. I was once again feeling strange both horny and very lightheaded when quite suddenly a black man appeared in front of me and directed me to the bedroom. As Matt had suggested I went with the flow but when he pushed me into Mollies room and told me to get on all fours I realised that once again it was an enactment of our earlier sex talk. So I was on all fours my sex on fire as he took me in front of my daughter just as we had fantasised only I had a very, very large climax and bucked and moaned as the room blurred my whole world seemed to be my sex and the monster cock erupting in me. I woke on the sofa with Matt shaking me. I then told him I'd had another one of `those' dreams. When I went on to explain it he just laughed and said that despite my telling him it wasn't very nice when we'd talked about it, it obviously hit the spot. There was another similar event the following week when after dinner I suddenly felt strange then a black guy appeared in the lounge and as Matt watched I mounted his long thin cock and rode him to what I dreamed was a huge climax. This was the self same fantasy as we'd mutually shared the night before. It was a week later that I realised I'd missed my period and told Matt that despite the rubbers he was going to be a dad again. His face fell and he shook his head. I told him yes but he said "God no!" I was a little hurt since although it was probably too close to Mollie to be sensible I loved the idea of more children and told him so. But he looked shocked then asked if I could be mistaken but I'd done a test so told him no. Then he really shocked me by suggesting I get rid of it to which I told him straight I didn't believe in abortion and up until then I didn't think he did either. Matt looked at me and shook his head again. "You can't have this baby!" he stated looking white as a sheet. "Well I will!" I said coldly. "You should be happy for us!" "You don't understand!" he shouted. "The guys told me they were snipped." I looked at him not understanding what he was on about until he added: "The black guys who had sex with you. They both told me they were snipped. You see it was just meant get you hooked on it so we could then have a bit of fun." I stared at my perverted husband and said nothing then quietly went and sat in our bedroom. I tried to think everything through, the rapes, the reluctant sex of a week or so before and more alarmingly the very passionate sex I'd had for the last couple of weeks. I cried again then realised that there was no point sitting alone anymore so I returned to Matt who was pacing up and down outside the bedroom door. We sat in our room him looking at his feet as I asked him to explain in detail and no lies or I was going out of the door never to return (I was going to do that anyway but wanted the truth first). So he told me that he'd been talking online to a load of people about me and black sexing and eventually there were three guys who had separately suggested he take it to the next level. At first he'd refused but then he was sent a couple of homemade videos of wives becoming black cock sluts and he was persuaded by them to try to make it happen. Eventually the guys had suggested some drugs and one of them told him he could get the drugs if Matt wanted to make it happen. The guy had appeared and done the first rape only it was meant to have been a seduction but neither of them expected me to be so uncooperative. But the drugs had done the trick and made me doubt myself and after that I'd had a wide variety of drugs from sedatives to date rape drugs. Matt had staged all the sessions with the guys including deliberately taking my purse so I'd have to return home just after Matt had let the guy into our house. Matt then explained that the last several times I'd been willing and very active it had seemed clear that I was just as keen to do it as he was to watch. It was so humiliating knowing I'd done this willingly over the recent weeks and that my body had been used and abused by strangers. I threw him out that evening and cried forever. How could I explain it to anyone? Nobody would believe I didn't realise it was real (God how stupid was I? I knew deep down but somehow Matt had made me doubt that) and I really didn't feel able to have a termination because I'd always thought of it as a form of murder. In the end I spoke to my mother who was appalled then angry only with me! I could not get her to believe that it was Matt who had done this and more to the point that I'd believed the acts to be some form of vivid dream. I reluctantly came around to the view that everyone would think the same. Yes they would support me to my face but secretly talk about how I'd got pregnant by a black man and there was the lack of police involvement plus the awful recent memories of me thrashing around having major orgasms. So after a few days alone I phoned Matt and told him to visit that night. We struck a deal which meant no more sex and he was the one who had to help persuade everyone the second child was due to rape. I then went to the police and told then about the first time and how I'd only recalled it in flashbacks but thought it something from one of those TV dramas that were on at the time until I'd decided it could be. They were more than a little suspicious but took a statement anyway. Of course there were no DNA records to be had until the baby was born but I still had counselling and since it was a genuine rape (albeit prompted by my husband) this helped me to come to terms with it and I think finally persuaded the authorities that I might be telling the truth. So here we are a year and a half later with two children one white the other black and with our marriage in ruins. I've not made love since the last sexual encounter with one of the black rapists and that still upsets me because at the time it felt like the best sex I'd ever had. Matt walks around very unhappy these days although I suspect he may have been unfaithful to me recently but even if he has I really don't care except to hope he's caught a dose of something. Please remember that this all came from believing that sex stories are in anyway true. [Thanks to R for this - hope you like the final version]

Macy Green was angry. It was for no good reason but he had felt this was for months. There were several underlying factors behind this however none really justified his constant resentment towards the world. He watched Gail from across the street and couldn't help the antipathy rise within him for the woman who seemingly had it all: She was really pretty; lovely deep green eyes, good figure with a beautiful smile and she was so sweet, he got hard just looking at her which made him feel worse. She had a good house; those on the other side of the street were bigger than his property, a good job as a lawyer and a busy but clearly enjoyable social life. Her husband was a successful salesman, sales director now, and kind of guy who everyone gravitated to at social events, confident, great in public and witty. All in all they had everything and irrationally, like so many other things in his life it made him mad. Perhaps it came from his separation from his wife but that wasn't really it, she'd been gone for over two years now and he wasn't sorry. They had grown apart swiftly and the five years together hadn't been good. He wondered about his colour and knew in his heart of hearts that he was always sensitive about the fact he was black. Maybe that was it, the foundations of his anger only if that was true (and he tried to tell himself it wasn't) it could never change. There were times in his youth when he'd faced some bigotry but now he was living the middleclass life and it simply didn't appear that often. So what was it, if not a resentment that as a black man she wouldn't consider him? Maybe it was simply that as a man who was a little shy and not great socially he could never have a woman like Gail? Ok then if that was the reason, what could he do about it? Nothing. He watched the woman getting into her sports car and glimpsed her long legs as the dress rode up a little and he grew angry again. She was being deliberately provocative, even though he knew that was ridiculous; he was probably the only person who could have seen her legs (and besides the dress wasn't even that short), it still got him mad at her. So he festered and brooded for another week and when he saw her at a drinks party the next Friday he just got angrier. She had on a party dress which made her look stunning and with her six-two husband holding stage the room revolved around the two of them. He had made a few friends locally since he'd moved there and actually the evening was enjoyable but Gail kept his attention most of the time. He'd tried to chat to her without any success and Richard, the husband while pleasant to his face was just as dismissive and that only brought out more bad thoughts in him. It was later as he decided to leave when he overheard some news that got him interested. Gail was speaking to a friend quietly but he was hidden from view as he searched for his coat amongst a great pile in the narrow rear hallway. "So you're planning a family soon then?" The other woman, Coral, said in a quiet voice as they entered the laundry room seeking seclusion from the rest of the party. "As soon as the birth control's out of my system! But for God sake don't mention it to anyone. It would be awful if it didn't work out!" "Why wouldn't it?" "No reason, but you hear stories of couples trying for years and I don't want people looking at us knowing we're trying!" The Coral sniggered. "Isn't that half the fun! Besides take it from me once you have kids things cool off a lot! Babies ruin you sex life forever!" "I'll risk that. I'm twenty eight next year and want children while were young enough to keep up with them!" Macy was embarrassed to have heard this so waited wile the women went on to chat about other things before thankfully returning to the kitchen. He couldn't face the possibility of being spotted by the women as he emerged from the laundry room so he skipped the goodbyes and exited using the side door. He watched Gail a lot but over the next four months, she didn't begin to show so he wondered about what he'd heard. Maybe she wasn't trying or, perhaps she had a problem. It was approaching Christmas and there were several parties in the street which he found himself invited to and as usual he found he could stop looking and listening to Gail. It was the week before Christmas that he overheard her again. He was of course trying to eaves drop most of the time at these things but nothing had be of remote interest until Coral steered her away from the crowd so he found an excuse to slip away after them. They slipped inside a small home-office and pushed the door closed but thankfully for Macy it didn't stay shut and the women ignored it as it swung open a little. "...it'll happen eventually." Coral was saying. "Not if Richard can't get it up!" Gail was more angry than upset. "Has he always had this problem?" The other woman quizzed. "No! That's the point. It's only since we want kids and then not all the time. Shit Coral I'm certain he's screwing someone else!" "What? If he can't get an erection it doesn't sound like he'd be much use..." "You don't understand! He could get it up before and sometimes if I work on him, not that he lets me much, but he's so half-hearted about it and besides I, well I... Oh Christ! I'm so frustrated by this!" Gail blurted. The other woman couldn't help smiling but gave her a reassuring squeeze of the arm. "Look, have it out with him. Tell him what you think, he'll deny it, then say ok but he'd better be like a rock for the next few weeks or else!" "I don't know, our sex life has gone down since this baby making agreement and I`m worried he's drifting towards someone else." "Have you considered the alternative?" "What?" "That maybe he's masturbating so he won't get hard and you won't get pregnant?" "But we want kids, we really do!" "Maybe he's just saying that. Gail you need to confront this. Tell him the truth about what you fear and judge him on his answers. If he is screwing someone else then leave the bastard, if not find out why he's scared of kids." She patted her friend on the shoulder. "Richard's a great guy and I could see why you might worry that he's seeing someone else but firstly I don't think he'd do that to you because you probably don't realise just how much he loves you. Secondly you are a desirable woman and not the kind of person, Richard included, people would consider straying from." "I don't know Coral, I just want a baby yet it's become far harder than..." Macy was interrupted by some of the other guests so he melted into the shadows then rejoined the party feeling happier; so the great Richard was having either erection problems or being a bastard to his wife. He hoped the former. When Gail was clearly not pregnant a month or so later Macy began to get evil thoughts. Why not help them with their little problem? He could certainly get it up and had already shown he was potent enough as he had a daughter, not that his bastard ex. wife let him see her much. He had a little fantasy about forcing the woman, she wouldn't be so proud and mighty once a child that was definitely nothing to do with Richard appeared. He thought about the fallout that would occur with neighbours, friends and family! In fact the more he thought about it the more excited he became. The obvious problem was one of rape. He could do that to anyone and besides the two consequences would be prison (for him) and the morning after pill (for her). Seduction was an option either she didn't seem to like him much so that left only one avenue; drugs. There were several kinds of course; alcohol, recreational and date ones Now he'd read about date rape drugs and ecstasy but he'd had only a brief encounter with them, a single session with his ex taking ecstasy. It had been fun and he remembered just how much he wanted to touch and feel her at the time but it would never be enough. He'd read about GHB and knew that it was the one that allowed you to take advantage of someone and for them to struggle to remember after then there were others that worked more as a sedative but which to choose, it was hard to decide. In the end he looked them up online. After surfing for a while he came across some sites that actually promoted the use of such narcotics and one where Super G+ was paraded as the multi-drug of choice. It claimed that the taker would feel sensuous like with ecstasy for a short while then become both highly responsive to stimulus with a complete loss of inhibitions for up to four hours. If you chose the smaller dose and added it to alcohol the effect could last for up to 20 hours but there were greater dangers. The site suggested the recipient would be left to enjoy a night of uninhibited passion and feel good about it the next day which sounded great only he was unsure. In the end he continued to gather more information about the new designer drug and came to rather different conclusions: It seemed clear that actually there was complete memory loss from fifteen minutes after ingestion although the feelings and response felt during that period (assuming these were strong enough) would linger, ill defined but present for many days after. On one site a woman had posted that after taking it she could remember nothing but her partner had told her about a night of wild passion and certainly, so she posted, she felt more sexual for some time after. There was even a claim on another site that the drugs effects might be cumulative so was dangerous to use it too many times or close together. It wasn't specific about the consequences but suggested a possible disconnect with reality and increased risk taking activities. Macy knew what risk taking activities he'd like Gail to undertake but also worried about the health of anybody using this. He gave up on the idea, not that he was ever going to be brave enough, or foolish enough, to actually use something like that but it was all part of the fantasy. Then the week before Christmas he actually had a chance to chat to Gail as they were sitting next to each other during a local charity dinner. He made small talk to those around him and found most of the people pleasant and engaging not that he had much to say however Gail was the opposite. She appeared uncomfortable being next to him, barely spoke to him and once the meal finished moved to sit the other side of her husband, away from him: It was clear she was a complete racist. It was a red rag to him so the very next day he found a company offering to ship G+ from overseas but he was scared; it was highly illegal and if this was a sting he could end up in prison. His anger was extreme but he decided to find a safer way if possible. The ex. was living with a man called Hugo and since he knew they were going away at Christmas he though he might be able to order it in his name then collect it while they were abroad. He even offered to look after Millie's pet rabbit for her which both surprised and pleased the bitchy ex. That gave him access to their house. He was really pleased to find that any payment would go through as a bland name and since one of the problems he'd had with the ex. was her lack of control over finances he knew that wouldn't have changed. He set up a new email address in Hugo's name then supplied her card details (which he gleaned during one of his visits to see his daughter) then since it was going to take between seven and fourteen days to arrive he crossed his fingers and placed the order three days before they left. As it turned out it took over the two weeks arriving the day before their return but he had it and no one could trace the purchase back to him, he felt safe. The only problem of course was the fact that he really lacked the courage to use it and even if he did what he would be brave enough to try. It was a pointless purchase but at least he hadn't paid for it himself. When they hit February it snowed very heavily. The area was blanketed with over half a metre and no grit-lorries came to clear the streets because they were struggling to keep the main routes open. Macy was shovelling his path free when he saw Gail fall over on her drive. It was still snowing so he knew he'd probably have to do the task over again but this would make it a lot easier, it also meant he was outside alone save for a couple of kids at the far end of the street. He rushed over as the woman was getting to her feet. "I'm ok thanks." She stated waving him away but as she made the gesture she slipped over and went down hard. Macy helped her to her feet and she didn't resist this time as he guided her back into the house. She thanked him withdrawing her arm from his grip sharply, clearly uncomfortable with him, almost certainly due to his skin colour, this angered him. He still offered to clear her drive but she told him she was about to use her 4x4 to get to work and there was no need. "You won't get far in this even with your off-roader." Macy replied. "The roads blocked down the hill, I was considering walking to the station but it's such a mess and the trains aren't running. England in the snow! Everything grinds to a halt." She seemed about to disagree with him but then replied: "I guess I'll work from home. Richard's in Oslo." She turned her back then as an after though gave a thank you before shutting the door. Macy was busy for the next two hours shifting snow and despite the woman's cold attitude he also did Gail's drive entrance (they were opposite so it wasn't a big deal really) then he went to check on the road below them. He was actually pleased to find it still blocked with abandoned cars so returned home. He did several hours of work using the laptop but by this time the snow had come back and was quite heavy. He could see he'd be stuck at home for at lerast another day or more. There was more fresh snow the roads the next morning and railway was in chaos and flights cancelled which meant no Richard. There were quite a few about helping shift the snow Gail was out chatting to other neighbours but didn't even acknowledge him despite the fact that her driveway was in a better state than many thanks to his hard work of the previous day. He made a point of then going to help the other clear a path down the centre of the road not that it was any good at the moment however just doing this made him feel good. Then he did the woman's drive again making certain she saw him doing it. One of the neighbours produced some mulled wine and they all had a glass although Gail Howe was now back indoors. He couldn't suppress the anger that she'd not even said a thank you to him but despite this he knocked on her door and asked her if she wanted to join them for some mulled wine but like he'd expected she declined telling him she was now working. If fact she actually seemed annoyed he'd asked her and again no thank you! Later that day the snow began again and soon the sky was thick with falling flakes as a good eight centimetres lay on the paths and drives so recently cleared. It was after three when he finally made it outside, the snow was now light but still falling and clutching his spade he began to shift it away from the drive. His muscles aching form the excess exercise of the day. As it got dark he ventured across to Gail's drive debating if he should bother with the clearly dislikeable woman but he relented. Suddenly there she was in ski pants, a bright ski top and a matching woollen hat looking actually pleased for a change. "Thank you Mr Green. I'm about to head to the supermarket so if you wouldn't mind moving. I don't want to hit you if I slide." She said this in a voice that was as usual cool and was reflected in her eyes. He smiled and moved back to the safety of his own drive as she started the vehicle and drove slowly forward heading towards the street beyond. He'd decided not to mention the fact that there were still a host of abandoned cars scattered about the hill beyond; she wasn't about to listen to him anyway. He watched her tail lights disappear then turned back to his home still feeling more than a little irritated even though she'd finally offered a thank you albeit half-hearted. He fetched his own keys and started his own vehicle running it for ten minutes to help the battery. It wasn't an off-roader so wouldn't cope with the current state of the roads but he would need it soon and wanted it to be ready. Macy tidied away then remembered his snow shovel was still by Gail's drive so trotted across the road, now without his coat and was putting it away when Gail appeared walking up the road unsteadily. He watched her approach then after considering ignoring her he decided to go see her. She stopped sharply as he approached but then closed the gap between them. "Do you have a problem?" he asked. "What's it look like!" She blazed. That was it for him he wasn't going to try to be neighbourly any more. "Ok, sorry to have asked." He turned away and went home. "Wait... err Mr Green, Wait!" Gail called. He considered continuing on his way but he didn't, turning instead to face the woman as she approached still on his side of the road. "Look I'm sorry. I've just had an accident and I'm a little shaken!" He could see she was. "That's ok Mrs Howe. Is there anything I can do?" She shook her head then stopped. "I don't know. The road's blocked so I went to turn rood but even in the four-by-four it didn't get up the hill and slid sideways into a tree." She looked upset. "If it's not too bad I'll see if I can bring it back here." He offered. "Do you have the keys?" She handed them over.. Gail didn't say another word but simply turned and continued to her house. Typical! `Let the black guy do the work while you go get warm'. He grumbled under his breath. He popped inside to get his coat and gloves then as he stood in the hall he thought about the stuck-up woman and diving beneath the stairs retrieved one of the four vials of G+. `Ok' he thought, `push me further and...' and what? He wasn't going to use it! He went to put it back but slipped it into his pocket. He found her vehicle abandoned halfway across the road it's front resting against a tree as she'd stated. He looked at the damage which was negligible then went in and started it up. As soon as he tried to move he noticed the problem, it simply wasn't in 4x4 mode! The all-wheel drive selected and he was set. It was easy to move back up the hill so he decided to see what the conditions were like at the top of the hill. It was of course just as chaotic but he could see some intrepid adventurers had carved a route around the abandoned vehicles which he followed since they led to a local market. Finding it open he fumbled for his wallet then decided to make a few purchases; what the hell that bloody woman could sweat a while. He didn't spend too long returning home inside twenty minutes. He was careful to stop halfway down the street and carry them home before returning to Gail's vehicle and driving it home. Pulling it on the drive he felt that even with the little grocery trip she still owed him. He knocked on the door and waited. The woman opened it and without a word looked beyond him. "So you got it back then." She stated. He was going to explain about the reason behind her difficulties but her continued lack of gratitude was getting to be insulting. "Here are your keys." H held them for her and wondered if she'd even say a thank you but for once she surprised him. "That was very kind of you." She paused then almost as if she didn't want to say it she added; "would you like a coffee or something?" It was said in a negative way her head giving a slight shake that suggested she expected a no. He should have said no as clearly she didn't want him in her house but he smiled and said thank you, make her embarrassed! She opened the door to allow him access and then directed him to the kitchen where a pot probably made half an hour before stood with her almost cold mug on the island that was now between them. The silence was noticeable as she poured out a mug full then stood silently as she pushed it towards him sipping her own luke-warm one. "Would it be possible to have some milk please?" He asked and with a nod she turned towards the fridge. It was such a sudden decision it surprised even him. He un-stoppered the vial and dropped it's content in her coffee. "Here you go." She handed the milk to him which he poured carefully in. Stirring the brew he decided he needed to strike up a conversation. "Very welcome." He stated as he took a sip, it was a little cool so rather a dumb one. "So have you used the four-by-four much, it's quite new isn't it?" "About three months old." She replied. She sipped the drink then put it back down. "First time in the snow." She added. Macy realised she might never drink the coffee and even if she did she was a racist and not about to suddenly jump over the countertop and ravish him! "The dents not too bad. You might want to get it done soon though as there appears to be a bit of bare metal showing and it will rust. If it's open Richard could probably drive it to the dealer tomorrow." "He's still in Oslo." She stated. "I guess I could do it although I don't want to get stuck again." She was uncomfortable with him so picked up the coffee and began to swig it down, she wanted him out and soon. "I suspect it won't be their airport that's the problem!" He smiled and sipped his. "They're used to a little snow, unlike us!" The woman agreed with him then added that she didn't know when he'd be back. "Besides he's due in Italy on Monday so he might as well go straight there!" It wasn't meant but Macy agreed with her then began to chat about her husbands job for a few minutes but it was tough getting her to say anything. He was watching for any signs the drug was taking hold but since over twenty minutes had now passed he thought it must be having some effect. Then he realised it didn't matter he wouldn't do anything about it and she certainly wouldn't. "I need to get myself some dinner." She stated. Again before he'd finished his drink. It was cold and hurtful and got him really angry. This time he responded before he could hold himself in check. "I upset you don't I?" He looked at her angrily. "Not at all." She lied. "But I do. You find it hard tolerating me. I guess it's because I'm black!" "That's not true." She was very slightly slurry which he knew meant the drug was now in her system but he no longer cared. Maybe this was why he really had the drug; so he could shout at her and tell her what a racist bitch she was in the knowledge she wouldn't remember. "It is. The colour of my skin offends you. You were barely civil to me even after I cleared you drive. And now I've rescued the car it's a cold cup of coffee and shove out the door!" "I'm sorry Mr Green I... I'm just not comfortable with black men... It's my problem not yours and I'm really, really sorry!" The drugs was clearly working as she actually stretched out her hand to pat his hand apologetically. "So why the problem? I know most white women are afraid of black men but I'm hardly a threatening guy, am i?" "I... it's just that I'm afraid." She agreed. He moved around the island expecting her to shy away only she didn't. "Not really of you, but I never really feel safe around black people." "So how can I prove to you that I'm nothing to be scared of?" There was something in her body-English that made him want to push her a little, maybe just maybe the drug might help overcome her prejudice. "You don't need to prove anything. You're a decent man Mr Green..." "Macy or Mace if you prefer." "...err...Mace and I'm really sorry if I've upset you." She touched his arm again. "You shouldn't be afraid of black people we are no different to you. My skin is the same as yours just a little more tanned." She laughed at this. He was thinking hard now. Could it be about to happen? How could he move it forward? "Of course there are so many stories about black men, I'm sure they worry white men and also frighten off some white women." "What do you mean?" Was it a tease or maybe she wasn't thinking clearly, which was more likely. "You must know what's always said about us? It's too embarrassing to mention." "I won't be embarrassed!" She stated so he pressed on hoping she wouldn't suddenly fire off a punch or something. "Ok but don't blame for saying it. I mean about our prowess." "Prowess?" She still smiled but he wasn't sure he should continue it was dangerous. "Err yes... you know... the rumours about black men... you know...sex." He finally stumbled. "Oh!" She looked at him then to his relief she giggled again "What do they say?" She was surely teasing him now. "That we are bigger ..." he waited hoping she'd react the right way. "...harder..." still just a smile. "...better lovers..." She didn't seem about to get angry, "...and more potent!" "Oh!" She stated again. "I'm not sure. I mean I've never really thought them true... " "That's not for me to say, is it?" He blurted and she giggled. "So, err... do you mean it might be?" Suddenly this was it! She wasn't pushing him away and in fact she had an encouraging look on her face. "Well only... err... you could judge that." He cringed when he said this but she looked at him with the same expression then put her hand on his arm again. "How could I judge?" There was a smile in her eyes. God! Have courage! See this through, he thought. "Only one way really..." he left this hanging but was unable to step forward and kiss the woman as he wished. "Your are being very naughty Mace!" She laughed and caressed his arm and at that moment he stepped in and kissed her. She hesitated then stood back. "We mustn't." It was a statement but without conviction. "I don't want you to be afraid." He added. "I'm not." She replied then moved back and put her arms about him as they kissed deeply again. It was like a dream. They kissed for ages then moved to the front room where he found her responsive as he undressed her then to his delight she actually screamed when he went down on her and she climaxed. Finally after thirty minutes of foreplay he entered her and made love. She had two or three major climaxes and he finally exploded deep in her married womb the sensation of the beautiful woman pulling him deep inside her as he erupted was unbelievable. He left at six after they'd had seconds and she was finally dressed but asleep on the bed. He was of course now fearful that she'd remember the sex and decide it was rape however the next morning he was out clearing the drive yet again when she emerged seemingly unaware of what went on between them. In fact she was her usual abrupt self although she offered a short thank you for the vehicle again as she inspected the damage. He was itching to do it again now it clearly worked but also knew the dangers of using it anytime soon. However fate conspired that very day when she asked him if he could help her drive to the shops since it was clear he could use the four-by-four and she couldn't. The drugs had clearly had a mellowing effect on her perception of him but she wasn't exactly friendly more businesslike which was still a million times better. He drove her to to shops and then back again only this time she invited him in more willingly. She made tea then when he asked if she had anything cold she offered a beer which he took gratefully. She then decided on a wine and that was when he decided to add half the vial to the drink. The effect was even stronger than before. Gail seemed unable to keep her hands off him touching his arm and hands then when he went through the very same conversation as before she looked him in the eye and murmured that she'd like to put him to the test. They had sex again in her front room only this time he decided to take her to bed and they did it again before he finally persuaded her to have a shower with him (during which they had sex for a third time) then she dressed and he got her settled downstairs. Unfortunately with the alcohol mixed drug she was still completely under the influence and wanted more sex so despite leaving her to go home she was at his door less than ten minutes later demanding he satisfy her again. It took a huge effort to finally get her back to her own home and only then could he finally get to bed around 2am. The next day was Friday and he stayed at home even though there was no more snow. It was a huge shock when Gail knocked on his door and asked if he minded another shopping trip. This time she was relaxed and chatty and he could tell the drug was still in her system the way she was slightly flirty with him. Thankfully he was able to keep her at arms length and after lunch she grew tired which was his cue to depart before she came out of the drug haze and wondered why she was now friends with a black man. He didn't see her for a couple of days but he also knew Richard hadn't made it home so she was alone. He bumped into her on the Tuesday and she actually smiled making him realise the drug had softened her towards him. It would be too much to ask that she'd feel sexual towards him but never the less it was much improved. He didn't really plan it but that evening Richard was away in Italy and Gail alone so just by chance he went over and asked her if she had found a fictitious jar of olives he pretended to have purchased during their shopping trip. He was invited in but after an unsuccessful search was rewarded with the offer of a drink. The third vial went into her coke and twenty minutes later he mentioned the black conversation yet again only this time she was bold. "Mace are you asking me to compare black men sexually with Richard?" "Well me anyway!" he suggested. "Ok! Let's get to bed and I'll score you out of ten!" This was followed by a giggle and he followed her to the bedroom. That evening they made love twice and he left very happy. He knew he shouldn't have used three vials so closely together but the opportunity was simply too good to resist. Gail actually waved at him the following week and made a point of flirting with him when they chatted in a shop that weekend. It was strange but he realised the drugs had altered her perception of him at an emotional level. He was contemplating what he could do about it the next week when Richard was away when he saw her drive off that Wednesday evening. He decided he'd go over and try to see if she was receptive to him and if not there was always the drug. Her vehicle was back on the drive so he popped over, it was already after nine but he hoped she'd let him in. She didn't respond to the doorbell so he crept around the side to see if she was in the kitchen with music on. He peered in and got a shock. Gail was draped over the island in the kitchen with a huge black guy hammering away from behind her. He could hear her yelling as she was pounded. Shit! Macy stood with his back against the wall cursing under his breath. He'd missed the boat. He should have acted when the woman had flirted with him last weekend but now she'd hooked up with another black guy. Clearly the drugs had not just lowered her receptiveness to him it was for all black men. Macy watched a week later as the woman slipped inside with another black guy; this one was taller but probably ten years younger than yesterdays. He'd witnessed her going inside with four so far and wondered if she had been changed forever? Then they stopped or at least he didn't see her sliding in with anyone. She started to show a few weeks later and she didn't seem to mind. Of course the man Macy had seen her with used a condom so she probably did with all of them and thought the baby Richards but of course he'd been away for a whole week about the right time. Gail Howe visited Macy a week after her black baby came out. She was alone as Richard had walked out on her that evening and it seemed most of her friends did likewise. She had no recollection of being with Macy but had vivid recollection of the four men who she'd gone with in her brief spell of black lust. She was fond of Mace she thought, he was kind, attentive and although she didn't have the same urges when she saw black men as she had for those few weeks nine months before, she still felt an attraction for Mace. She chatted to him then cried in his lap as she confessed how wanton she'd become for a while. He understood sympathised and then when she'd tentatively made advances he responded. She invited him home and they sent the night in bed broken of course by the baby feeds. Eventually after six months she moved in with him and everything was great until a year later, the night she found the last vial. The packaging suggested it was an aphrodisiac, which was partly true, so she decided to share it with Mace when he got home from work. As it was he'd arranged a babysitter so they went out and she decided to slip it in drinks when they got to the bar. Macy woke on the sofa in the dark alone feeing odd and very horny. He could hear a lot of noise from above so stumbled up to the main bedroom where he found Gail on her back with a room of guys. A white man was fucking her face as two more sat watching, a forth black man, pushed by him having come out of the toilet he slapped him on the back. "Man you're girls incredible. Taking it all man, taking it all!" Macy looked at Gail's parted legs and saw a gaping hole with cum pooled inside. A man sitting at the end of the bed had followed his gaze so added. "Twenty fucking two! Your slut's taken every load! He then punctuated this by getting up and sliding his cock into her very open hole. Macy noticed the man's cock was very large but looked as if it was rattling about in her. "Fuck! Dempsey's ruined you girl! He turned to the large guy sitting smiling at him. "Do you want another fuck? Hardly worth it she's ruined!" The man laughed shaking her head. "No point! Just dump in her then lets go." Macy was rooted to the spot. The woman, his woman; they had married only three week before, was sucking on the cock like a teat as the other guy hammered away at her well used sex. She was having a major climax as the guy in her mouth groaned then pumped for a few minutes longer then pulled away. The man in her pussy came shortly after and left her lying legs apart on the bed as he grabbed his trousers. Three of them left leaving just the man from the toilet who Macy now saw was hung with a cock of ridiculous proportions. He was stroking it as it got hard then he spoke to Gail. "Do you want some more lady?" Gail had been looking at Macy with a big grin on her face but turned to the man now and held her arms to him. "God yes!" Despite being stretched and full of cum Gail still moaned and shuddered as the monster slowly filled her. "I love your cock!" She stated as he pushed it deep. "That's good honey because I won't be done for a long while!" He looked at Macy as he pushed past her cervix and finally got fully home, she climaxed again at this point. "fourteen inches and they're all inside your wife!" He bucked and she bucked with him causing him to laugh. "Fuck she's a responsive little bitch!" Macy left after twenty minutes he couldn't bare to see Gail hitting climax after climax and telling the man she loved him and loved his cock. He slept on the sofa again before waking feeling odd again and finding Gail still under the man. He seemed to have finally finished almost an hour after he'd started. Macy showed him out then went to see how his wife was but she met him on the stairs. Cum was running down her thighs and she was still gaping wide plus she was covered in little hickies. "Mace, come to bed I need you!" She tried to kiss him but her breath was foul. In the end he got her in the shower and went to change the sheets. He was completely confused about what happened but managed to get his now exhausted wife to go to sleep and they were out until their daughter woke them. The next day Gail woke him with a blowjob. She then rode him her gaping sex felt cavernous. She was obviously disappointed that it wasn't as good as she hoped but said nothing. She confessed that she vaguely remembered being `a bit naughty' but it seemed she could only remember the sensations. Mace wasn't so lucky and as Gail grew fat with a second baby realised it could be anybodies and worse any colour!

Keeping Quiet Four years ago after lots of pillow talk my wife and I had settled on a mutually enjoyed fantasy. Basically we have nearly always whispered to each other when having sex and for many years this had been mainly her being seduced by a stranger or if we were in the mood to push it further; forced into sex. On some occasions it would be a woman who might also seduce both of us but mostly it was Mary and another man. As I said about four years ago it became the same repeated theme which was basically Mary with a black man. Where the interracial idea came from I can't remember but it was obviously something that really, really turned her on and I guess me as well. Anyway this became so intertwined in our lovemaking that we were even sharing a vocal fantasy about her being force raped by a black gang member when we conceived our daughter. Anyway a few months after the baby we started to have sex again and the normal themes soon returned only Mary seemed even more turned on by them, not having had sex with me for about six months she was really hot. It was quite soon after we had resumed our whispered sessions that she began to hint that it might be fun for her to try it for real - one time. At first I thought it was just part of the whole elaborate fantasy but after she'd brought it up on a number of occasions I finally asked her if she was being serious? After a brief pause she admitted that the whole black sex fantasy was now so strongly implanted in her mind she really needed to make it happen. If I'm honest we'd talked about her going with a black guy for so many years now it had become ingrained in our psyche so it was therefore very hard for me to say no. Eventually a month after our daughter's first birthday I tentatively agreed that Mary could go through with it but expressed reservations. Mary however was very specific and reassuring; she let me know she had considered how to approach this for a long time now and she would do the `recruiting' online as she wanted to ensure she met the right man who would be sympathetic to her needs. She would vet him very carefully and make sure that she took every precaution and would follow strict rules, the most important to her being the use of condoms (even though she was on the pill) because, as she put it, her inner body had only ever been touched by me and that was how it would stay. The one stipulation that I didn't like was my not being around which was rather disconcerting but as she pointed out, in our fantasies (or at least the interracial ones we had shared for the past several years) it always involved her on her own. We agreed that to make it safer she would meet the lucky guy at our house on an evening when our daughter was with my parents. She had covered every safety detail including sending me a pre-arranged text to confirm things were ok once the guy had arrived so I wouldn't worry. I would then stay away until an agreed time. Mary went ahead and organised the event far more quickly than I'd expected, in fact just a few days later she suggested I confirmed with my parents that they could look after our daughter that coming Friday as she had someone lined up. I expressed my surprise that she'd been able to check the guy out that quickly but she smiled and said she'd had plenty of time to get to know the guy very well online and everything was cool. Needless to say the prospect of their grandchild staying over was so attractive that my parents agreed to the Friday eagerly. Mary didn't want to talk about the up-coming tryst when we were in bed that week but we continued to whisper our normal scenarios all the while in the knowledge that in a few days time a stranger was coming over to make it real. Friday was difficult for me; I had serious reservations about us crossing this line, I had no idea who the guy was or even what he looked like, but when I expressed these concerns Mary got surprisingly angry and stated that this was just typical of me. She then suggested that I was the one who had first voiced the scenario and had been getting off on the idea for years yet now that it was about to happen, mainly due to my encouragement, I was suddenly wimping out!. I wasn't sure that this was an entirely accurate view of events but I realised I had been complicit in the whole thing so I turned the argument around and said I was just giving her a way out if she didn't want to go through with it. She then calmed a little and said that I'd persuaded her that this was what she truly wanted some time ago so there was no turning back now. After I returned home from work and ate an early dinner that evening she packed me off with our daughter with a warning that I was not to return even a minute before 1am. It was really strange waiting down the road for her text but when it came all it said was, `everything is cool'. So after taking a few deep breaths and deciding I would let it happen (it was a bit late now to say no) I drove away. I was distracted at my parents who though me a little `run down' and said that a short break from our baby would do us both good. I eventually left around ten, I wanted to stay longer but they insisted I went back to `that lovely wife of yours' and was forced to drive around for hours stopping for a coffee at several service stations. It was still only twelve when I got back home but finding a strange car on our drive and the front door bolted I reluctantly set off again travelling around with the stereo turned up high trying to drown the awful thoughts that were swimming in my head. I finally returned a little before 1am when thankfully the car was gone and I found the door unlocked. I came into the house and went straight to our bedroom where my wife was under the sheets in the dark. It was strange but I didn't know what to say so I nervously got undressed and slipped under the covers next to her. Mary was awake and no sooner was I in bed than she turned over and placed her hand on my erection. "How was... " I began but she put her finger to my lips and shushed me to silence. She then gave me a few quick pumps to make sure I was good and hard before climbing on top and sliding down onto my cock. She was loose and incredibly sloppy and I immediately realised that despite her declared rule, she'd gone without a rubber. She began to work her muscles which started to grip my cock as she rode me slowly. `Mary, he didn't wear anything!' I said `What about what you said about keeping yourself free...' `I changed my mind.' She stated. `Now just keep quiet and enjoy this.' She worked on me for several minutes then she began to speed up and I realised that despite my own excitement she was actually going to cum first. She did so with a groan and flopped onto me unable to continue. I was left humping up at her as she lay static over me. Mary kissed me then slid to one side and suggested I get on top as she was too shattered to do anything but lie beneath me. So I mounted her and started to make love to her as she gently rubbed my back. As I sped up she began to move with me and as I reached my climax she urged me to cum in her. We lay entwined before falling asleep. The next morning Mary woke me by giving me oral sex before mounting me again, it was only when she sat up that I noticed the marks: She had several bites on her neck and breasts but one was particularly prominent and would be clearly visible with most of her clothes. I pointed this out but she simply said no one would guess it wasn't done by me and that only we'd know that it was her `badge of honour at joining the interracial club'. I asked her again about the night before but she shook her head and shushed me: `No questions.' It was a statement. We were back to whispered fantasies the following week but it was after the next weekend, spent with friends, that as she rode me she asked if it would be ok for her to go out that Friday. I knew immediately what she meant but I was too embarrassed to ask openly so didn't reply. She asked me again with a please and I said `uh-huh'. The deal was struck. That Friday we had no baby sitter, except me so she said she would be going out and back by 2am. I was really unhappy at the prospect of her alone in town, partly because she was leaving herself vulnerable and secondly she was liable to be seen by people we knew. The prospect of her being picked up in front of a neighbour or friend was very disconcerting but when I mentioned this she dismissed it with a wave and said `just leave it to me, it's all arranged so don't worry'. She had dressed smartly and was not overly sexy in her medium length grey dress so at least she was reasonably discrete but I was still really worried and offered to drop her off but she refused and got a taxi. I spent another night fretting this time with genuine concern for her safety and also wondered what she'd meant by it's all arranged, however a taxi pulled up only a little after 1am and out she came. Once she entered the house I could see she was a bit of a mess; her hair was untidy and her legs which had sported dark tights were now bare. She smiled at me as I let her in then she kissed me hard before taking my arm and leading me to the bedroom. She stripped me and gave me a short blow-job before standing and taking off her own clothes. She had another prominent bite on her neck and her pubic hair was once again matted with her and her lover's juices. I was directed to lie on the bed before she lowered herself onto me. Mary was incredibly sloppy and really loose; my cock was slipping around inside her with little friction but once again she began to use her muscles to good effect and kept squeezing my cock as she rose and fell on me. I held her waist as she rode me her eyes locked on mine for several minutes before she gave a little moan and closed them as she speeded up to another fast climax. I had been so upset by the evening that it took me quite a while before I ejaculated but this time Mary continued to ride me until I came. `I... was worried...' I said. But her response was to keep kissing me to and told me to stop talking. I gave up. In the morning I was treated to more sex this time she pulled me onto her and I pumped away for a while until I came. She was very loose and because she didn't use her muscles it felt quite strange I was also aware that although she was very happy to hold, kiss and hug me this time she was never close to a climax. Once again we had some busy weekends coming up so Mary didn't ask me again for my blessing to `go out' for quite a while. In fact it was nearly three weeks later when she text me at work on a Wednesday evening and said `going to go out tonight, please be home early so I can prepare'. I knew exactly what going out meant. I was home by 5.30 and she disappeared upstairs immediately. After spending time with my daughter I gave her a bath and tucked her up before going to look for Mary only to find she wouldn't let me into our en-suite. I did some chores, settled down to a hastily thrown together meal then made myself a `proper' coffee and nervously retired to the lounge waiting for her to appear. The taxi arrived at 8.30 and I went up to our bedroom to find Mary and got a bit of a shock. Mary had on a white halter-neck top which criss-crossed over her breasts, cupping each individually and was so tight her nipple were really prominent. Her flat midriff was bare. Below she wore a mid-length white skirt that although not short, had dozens of tight pleats which, when she swayed her hips, swung up and away to show white knickers that were very high cut. Her legs were bare but her feet had heels that were so high I could hardly believe she could wear them I also had no idea where she'd got them. "Christ Mary! What the hell do you look like?" I said but she shook her head then gave me a short kiss with her glossy lips and placed a finger on my lips `the rules are not to speak about this." "Don't wait up this time" was all she said as she walked (cautiously) out of our bedroom and down to the waiting taxi, thankfully grabbing a longish coat before she slammed the door behind her. I ignored her advice and waited and waited. I woke at a quarter to two and crawled off to bed where I lay awake for a while then drifted off into an uneasy sleep. She woke me well after four as she got undressed and crawled into bed. I knew better than to ask her about the evening this time however just as before she went immediately down on me and proceeded to blow me. Once I was standing tall she murmured for me to climb on and I did so. God she was loose. My cock slipped out several times as I tried to find a rhythm so was forced to shorten my strokes to ensure it stayed inside her. She kissed me and massaged my rear as I continued to work on her until she eventually wrapped her legs around my back and we rocked together until I finally came. She moved with me for a few moments longer then opened her legs and went very still, clearly exhausted and once again she'd been nowhere near to an orgasm. I had work the following morning so got up smartly and after a shower and breakfast I brought her a coffee before setting out for the office. I was slightly fearful in case she'd suffered a further mauling and was carrying more bruises but it didn't look like it so I went to work slightly relieved. It was probably another three weeks before the next liaison and once again she informed me I was to leave the house for the evening. This time she didn't bother with any safety text but what depressed me the most was that all she had on was the short sexy nightie she'd worn for our honeymoon. It was strange but for some reason I thought this even more of a betrayal than the fact that some black guy was about to have sex with her in our bed. I returned at 1am to find Mary asleep on the covers the duvet in a pile on the floor. The room reeked of sweat and sex and one look at her pussy showed me she'd been very active. She woke fleetingly and suggested if I `wanted some' I'd better get on with it but actually I didn't so simply got into bed covering us both up. Mary was still slightly damp with perspiration and so was the bed. I suppose this happened on and off every other week or so in similar fashion for the next several months; usually she went out but on two occasions I was dispatched to my parents while she waited for someone to visit. Every time we'd make love after these encounters only she was always very loose and despite my best efforts she never climaxed. In nearly every case she had gone bareback with her lover and at no time would she discuss what had happened at all. It was almost exactly six months after that first time when Mary phoned me during the day and said she was going to be out on that Friday only this time she wouldn't be back until sometime Saturday. I started to ask why but she said `remember no questions' and that was that. This time I decided to tell her she was not to do this, but she had anticipated my reaction so when I arrived just after six I found a note in the kitchen directing me to our bedroom. I was immediately worried that she was going to go out that evening as well but once I got up the stairs I found our daughter already tucked up in her cot and my wife dressed for me in our room. She was upon me as soon as I was in the door, dressed in the clothes she'd worn before; white halter top, pleated skirt and her very high heels. We spent the next two hours having sex; her doing everything to give me as much pleasure as she could. After my first climax she blew me until I was erect again then rode me for simply ages. We then ate cold meats and drank cold beer talking about everyday things before returning to bed where with her urging I resumed our whispered fantasies. It was so strange because despite her having spent many adulterous nights out, she still want me to explore the same themes as before only this time she steered the direction of the story towards the more extreme and dominant. She was now always very loose and despite her working hard with her muscles she clearly found it very difficult to get off with me, the stories were therefore designed to help although I didn't much like the direction she was taking them. So that Friday night came and I waited downstairs much as before for her to get ready before the taxi arrived. This time I was at least half prepared for her when Mary finally appeared. She had a new dress on this time; black, tight and shortish with fishnet tights but no pants on beneath (she gave me a twirl so I could see). Her heels were black with a silver tip but at least a little shorter than the white ones. She gave me a big kiss with her bright red lips then she was off. There was no point staying up so I went to bed after watching a late evening film then lay awake until the early hours before finally drifting off only to be woken by my daughter a few hours later. In the end I slept-in the following morning before getting Sophie and myself washed, fed and ready for the day. The clock ticked past midday then one and then two. Sophie should have been tucked up in bed for her afternoon nap by then but I had expected her mummy to return so kept her up. It was half past when I received a text from Mary saying she'd been delayed and would be home by four. I was so confused that I nearly cried. In the end she appeared at twenty past sailing in with a quick hi and went straight up to our bedroom. A few moments later she called down for me to come to see her. She was standing in our bedroom wrapped in her dressing gown and once I was in the room she shut the door then told me to sit on the bed. I did so and waited. Mary stood in front of me and opened the top of her gown exposing her breasts to me. I gasped. Through each nipple there was a little silver rod. She smiled at me then said `they are a little sore so you'll have to keep off them for a day or two. Then she exposed her belly which had a similar one through it. We had actually talked about her having it pierced so it wasn't too shocking and I smiled. Then she opened the gown completely and parted her legs. Her sex was now smooth with a small rod through her clit but that was not all. Her lips had two pairs of studs in them and she flicked them with her finger and giggled: `My pussy teeth to bite your cock off with!' I gasped and said hoarsely. "Christ didn't it hurt?" But she shook her head then came forward and kissed me. "No sex for a while, I'm afraid." Then she went on her knees and blew me until I came, which was pretty quickly, swallowing it all without a blink. Then she pulled the gown about her tied it up and went off to see our daughter who was sleeping still. That night Mary gave me another great blow job before we settled down to sleep but I was too curious and asked. `When did you decide to have it done?' I thought she wasn't going to bother to reply but eventually she said. `It wasn't my idea but I couldn't say no.' `What do you mean?' `We agreed no questions.' `But you said it wasn't your idea, so whose was it?' `David. You don't want to know and I'm not going to tell you. No more questions. That's final!' So that was it for the next few days. I was desperate to find out the hows and whys of her new piercings but the only other time I brought it up she silenced me with a `please don't ask me again' in a rather angry tone and that was that. Thursday she text me to ask for me to be home promptly and my heart sank. It could mean only one thing: I was going to be left to sort out the baby as Mary went to get herself ready then another night alone while my wife went out and picked up another man to have sex with. It was probably even more depressing than before since we hadn't had sex as a couple for over a week, because she had claimed to be too sore, and now here she was going out again. I tried to remain calm but decided that I was going to have it out with her: I had to know what she was doing and what this meant for our marriage. Unfortunately I was still in the throws of putting our daughter down when she rushed past shouting that she was out early and would see me sometime later. I was left angry and confused since it was not even 6.30. It was 1.45 when she returned and slipped into our room. I sat up in bed as she removed her ridiculous white shoes and halter top then dropping her skirt to the floor she crawled into bed. It took me a few seconds to register that if she'd gone out with knickers on she certainly didn't return with any. I had to tackle her. `Mary!' I said. `We really have to talk.' `No we don't.' She said bluntly. `Mary' I continued. `I'm worried.' `Don't be.' She said and promptly let go of my cock then she turned her back on me switching out the light. `But I am. I mean look at you... ` `I'm not talking about this again; now or ever. If you don't want me to share your bed with you I will move next door otherwise please go to sleep.' I fell silent and that was that. She got up for the baby twice that night and I left for work while she was still sleeping. The following night she was perfectly normally; we entertained friends and had a really nice evening only one thing spoiled it and that was the lack of sex again. We went to bed late and Mary made it clear sex was off the agenda. The following evening she was very blunt and said she was still upset at my questioning of her which seemed to indicate a lack of trust. I found it hard to respond to that. Monday night I tried to initiate it but she said actually slapped me and said she didn't feel like it. Tuesday she surprised me by refusing to let me have sex but giving me a blow job instead. I was really worried as she announced she was going out again the following night. That evening she was dressed in her grey dress, fishnets and black heels and looked quite respectable but she ruined my equilibrium by giving me a flash just as she left. The stockings were hold-ups and her now bare sex was completely exposed with her clit now sporting a gold ring that was very visible as were the studs in her protruding lips. As the taxi drove away I wondered how many of our neighbours were aware of her nocturnal antics and worse how many of our friends had seen her out and about? I must admit I felt so helpless I did cry that night. When Mary returned home, actually surprisingly early for her, she stood in front of me and lifted the hem of her dress and showed me her bare sex again (looking loose and swollen) then climbed under the duvet and blew me for a couple of minutes before throwing the covers back and mounting me. It was strange to have my wife still fully clothed on top of me at this time of night also she was absolutely gaping so my cock kept slipping out again and again but eventually she was able to ride me until I climaxed. Despite a few `that's it' and `that's nice' she had quite clearly got very little from the event but she gave me a deep kiss then went to the bathroom to clean up. I was left with a huge wet patch under me from the mess that had poured out of her plus a cock, coated with the secretions. It was obvious to me that she must have been with multiple partners that night but I dare not face that demon. Humiliatingly I was forced to get up and clean the mess from myself and wipe the bed with a towel, Mary chuckled at this. The following night my wife initiated sex early in the evening and we spent quite a long evening in bed, it was clear that she didn't enjoyed the occasion sexually that much (see didn't climax once) although she got me off several times and I fell asleep a little relieved that at least she still wanted to have fun with me. Unfortunately that was a short lived oasis and the following Saturday was really distressing: Mary insisted we go shopping but rather than going to the local town we took the train into London. She had a list of shops she wanted to visit and almost from the first it was clear the trip was for her to buy more outrageous clothing than she currently owned. The shops ranged from those selling a broad range of chic underwear to those that were really sleazy. She spent an absolute fortune but the worst was the visit to a couple of sex-shops near the end. Not only did we get a lot of attention she shooed me out of each of them then emerged a while later clutching bags of stuff that I knew had cost an absurd amount of money. She also said I wasn't to look in them. She was really excited when we got home but my parents were baby-sitting so the bags remained in the car boot until they left. That night Mary wore a white basque with lacy stockings around the house and we had sex twice before we even got to bed. The following evening I was eager to see what she had bought without me but I didn't find out as Mary wore a fishnet playsuit; this was something she'd forced me to buy (embarrassingly) in a punky-style shop while she stood outside. She teased me by sitting down to dinner and then watching TV dressed like that but not letting me touch her. Even when we went to bed she brushed her teeth and climbed into bed saying goodnight. I was ready to explode but she slapped my hand when I made a grab for her and had to lie frustrated for several minutes before she turned over giggling and climbed onto me. The sex was great although as expected she still didn't cum. It was the following Friday when I saw the first of her secret buys. She had announced that morning she was going out later and we followed the usual procedure in the evening until the taxi came. Mary emerged dressed in the shortest black dress it was possible to call a dress: the hem was virtually in line with her pussy. It was tight and hugged her curves down to her rear where her shiny black knickers could be seen worn over black tights. It had a round neck and was sleeveless, which accentuated her breasts (and nipple which also clearly now had rings in them) - obviously held up by some hidden means so the overall effect was very sexy and a little startling. Mary was beaming; clearly delighted by the new clubbing clothes and after a swift kiss she trotted out without a backwards glance. She got home after 3am only this time she didn't wake me at all and I was only barely aware she'd come home. She was very strange that day and I didn't know why until the evening when she insisted we sit down and watch a DVD. It turned out that one of her other buys (the bill had been a staggering 650 in one of the shops and nearly 400 in the other) was a movie, not any movie but an interracial movie. Basically it was a woman in her early 30's going through all the bases with a big black guy. It lasted about 45 minutes and ended up with the woman covered in the mans cum. Mary was really turned on by it and after we'd played with each other for a little while she shed her clothes and I saw what had happened to her the previous evening. Someone had written `cum dump' above her sex in thick black felt tip. 'Christ!' was my response to which she replied; `Permanent marker'. She was then all over me and we had another great evening of sex. The DVD ran three times. While Mary was obviously enjoying the evening she only climaxed once, which was at least better than nothing. I asked her how she had ended up being marked like that - it seemed to me that if she'd wanted to put a stop to it, it would not have been written so boldly: every letter had been draw carefully as a block capital and then filled in - she shook her head and just said `it happened'. Sunday night was a repeat of Saturday with us watching the DVD and playing with each other. This time Mary was really great and I was left quite exhausted but with just a hint of disappointment that at no point had she been close to a climax of her own. I witnessed another purchase that Wednesday when she went out again. This time she wore a red plastic stretchy dress with matching red knickers and shoes. The hem was just below her crotch but as soon as she walked it rode up exposing her `camel-toe'. Her white thighs somehow looked even more indecent than if she'd worn tights. I was thankful that she drove herself that night and just hoped she wasn't going out in public although that of course meant she'd be seeing someone she already knew for sex. It's strange but I wasn't sure what was worse her having stranger sex and the dangers that would expose her to (along with the possibility that friends might see her) or sex with someone on a regular basis and the danger of her forming a deeper relationship with them. She was home in the early hours and once again she blew me before climbing onto my manhood. She was naked so I could see the maker pen still visible on her body (she liked the light on when we made love) thankfully with no additions. Sex was sloppy and she didn't get close to cuming but she made sure I did before we finished. A new DVD was introduced a week later. It was different from the other one only in that it involved a younger girl with two guys so we witnessed double penetration in almost all its different versions. We visited friends the following week and then there was a holiday weekend and we took our daughter to the seaside for a couple of nights. It was therefore nearly three weeks before Mary went out again. I was surprised when she left; she wore a normal knee-length summer dress and low heels. She returned very late (or should I say early) at around 4am and she was asleep within minutes; I was too tired to do more than cuddle her. I left her sleeping and attended to out daughter then brought her a coffee before work. She looked at me and smiled in a rather strange way then said I should have a quick look. She whipped back the duvet and lifted her nightie to expose herself to me and I saw another message written this time in larger writing stretching from her belly button to her clit: Mary Hill Loves Hot Black Sperm The letters were outlined in thick black and then filled with red they were carefully applied and were also very highly visible. `See you tonight' she said pulling it down as I reeled out of the door. That night she had dressed very sexily for me as she wore the basque and stockings so after a light supper we settled down to a third DVD. This time however it was a `real' amateur performing with a black guy after which she opened her legs to show the camera that she was full of sperm. Mary was on fire watching this as a consequence she climaxed really hard which was great but made me think it was the DVD rather than me that did the trick. The DVD was run again and again for over a week only to be replaced by another of similar vain. I tried not to think about the level of excitement it seemed to push Mary to since I could hardly compete with the huge black men involved. Mary went out once more after what had been probably three weeks, returning late and giving me a quick blow job before sleep. The following night she went out then came home dressed in her red plastic dress and heels (the pants in her handbag) and sat on the edge of the bed. `Do you love me?' She asked. `Yes of course.' `I still love you.' She smiled. "I'm going to write up some rules tomorrow when I'm sober but we can seal the deal tonight." With that she climbed into bed and grabbed my cock playing with it until I was erect then she mounted me. Her sex was even more open than I remembered and my erection was simply lost in a sea of cum but she worked on me until I climaxed. I had work the following day but upon my return Mary slipped away only to return dressed in a mesh top, tiny skirt and heels. Our child was toddling around oblivious to the fact that her mummy was without any underwear. After putting her down we sat for dinner then Mary got me to clear things away as she printed off the `rules' "OK, I'll read them out" She said in an easy voice. "Then we can go over them one by one and you say agree and I'll tick it off then we will sign our names against it." I looked at her confused. "I just think we need to have a few rules!" She explained. Rule 1: Richard will never again ask Mary any questions about her sexual activities. Rule 2 Only Mary will decide if there is to be sex between her and her husband. Richard must never try to initiate sex. Mary agrees to give Richard a blowjob regularly. Richard agrees to try everything Mary wants. Rule 3 Richard will help Mary to enlarge her wardrobe of sexy clothing, jewellery and equipment. He will never refuse no matter what Mary wants to buy or how much it costs. Rule 4 We will subscribe to sex websites of Mary's choosing and pay for annual memberships no matter what the cost. She looked up and I was silent in part because of the last statement. "I'll go through them again one by one if you like." she suggested. "No I understood what you said." I replied. "Well let's sign it then." She stated. "Sign?" "So we show that we agree with it." I wasn't sure I did but strangely I felt powerless to stop my wife doing exactly what she wanted and was honest enough to accept that if she wanted to do all of it without my support there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her. With a shaking hand I put my mark on the paper. The following day after work I came home to find a copy of our agreement framed and on the side in our bedroom. It was Friday and Mary had already told me she was going out that night only later that evening I heard her return around midnight but she didn't appear. Eventually I got worried so went outside and stood in the darkness witnessing a car rocking as my wife gave out moans that I only hoped could not be heard by anyone else. "Oh God, Fuck me harder, that's it, really get it deep. Oh I love your cock don't stop fucking me..." my wife actually screamed when she came only they hadn't finished and she continued to wail until she clearly had another noisy orgasm. Finally she emerged and sat kissing the man as I retreated back inside wishing I'd never heard them. She began subscribing to websites that week and I had to sit with her from then on as we went through pages and pages of interracial sex. We spent the following evenings together looking at hundreds and hundreds of pictures of white women and black men as well as reading stories. Mary enjoyed me reading them out as we played with each other and also loved it when we looked at `amateur material' of white wives having sex with hung studs. This was always the prelude to good sex with her more eager than previously but there was still this unrelenting deluge of interracial sex dominating our lives. During the next weekend we sat for a whole morning working through a number of sites she'd found offering clothes and other items she wanted to buy and I ended up shelling out several hundred pounds: She was attracted to the clothes with graphic motifs and ended up buying several sets of knickers which had `black only' & `black cock slut' amongst others. She bought a T-shirt with `I love black cock' and a pair of stockings with the word slut written all over them. She also ordered jewellery, a matching pair of ankle and wrist bracelets with `I love black cock' pendants. She added a very large black vibrator to the list which when it arrived I would have sworn would never have fitted inside her but of course it did. Mary started to dress in these new motif-covered clothes; at first just around the house but soon they were often worn under her coats or more `normal' clothing. We visited friends for a meal one weekend with her in a nice short dress only she had on her `slut for black cock' knickers and the `I love black cock' ankle bracelet. I was quite concerned she would be spotted but she got away with it. After this she insisted doing it always and I had several heart-stopping moments when I thought she'd been noticed but she seemed to get away with it thankfully. She was still going out every couple of weeks and occasionally she wore some of this clothing which was an obvious inducement to whomever she was showing them to. Finally she decided to have a ring in her labia, well several and a larger one in her clit which, when she had it put in she flicked with her finger and stated that it would be very erotic to walk about with it in all day. I suppose I enjoyed a great deal of hot sex over the next few months as Mary enjoyed the thrill of her new jewellery although it meant she was now going out every single week dressed scantily and returning in her used state. Several months later after a three week gap; when we were on holiday with the children; she went out again in one of her tiny dresses only to return after four am in a worse state than I'd ever seen before: She had lost her knickers, her sex was simply gaping as she had clearly only just been fucked because cum was dropping from her as she climbed into bed. Her hair had flecks of sperm in it and her breath smelled of it too. She gripped me with a wet hand and worked my cock trying to kiss me but I turned my mouth away. She stopped and actually wiped the sperm from between her legs with her hand then coated my cock with it before continuing. She did this several times then she started to rub her sex against my leg as she worked me hard. At that moment she seemed more like an animal than the pretty wife I loved. Eventually I started to get close and she kissed my neck and whispered for me to cum and eventually I did. "That's it." She said and continued for a while until I began to wilt. Thankfully that night was a turning point in our lives. She woke shocked at whatever she'd done (clear sex with a number of people but I don't know) and from that night on she simply stopped doing it anymore! I was genuinely surprised how she could simply bring it to a sudden end but she did. To `help' our sex life she insisted on keeping her large clitoral ring in which kept her feeling quite amorous and when we made love it helped to give her surprisingly quick orgasms and since she stopped her evenings out entirely it was just for me alone. Our life settled down after that; she even ended the online surfing and most of her erotic clothes vanished (the ones with the crude motif) and surprisingly, for me at least, our sex life was even better than before plus there was no mention of black men or indeed anything erotic at all. She kept some of the sexy dresses, body stockings and her basque; which she wore for me occasionally but privately in our home. There was only one other interracial incident after that time. It came three months later when we were at a wedding of a close friend. A black man came up to us and started chatting mainly to Mary. It was clear that she was a little embarrassed about it but continued to talk to him and eventually when he asked if he could dance with her she nodded and gave me a look that was a cross between an apology and a warning not to ask or get involved. They danced for quite a while then returned Mary looking a little more flushed than she might have and he stood rather cockily chatting to her ignoring me totally. Eventually he spoke to her quietly and she looked at him then he replied glancing at me a few times before shaking her head. He added something and she seemed to think about sit for a short while then mouthed `sorry' to me. With that she motioned to him and to my horror they made there way through the gathering and left the main room. I was at a loss but decided to follow and was just in time to see them entering a lift. I felt like a detective as I watched the indication until it stopped on the fifth floor, our floor, I then took the other lift and followed. I knew she had been with a very large number of men previously so I guessed that now we were about to suffer the consequences. I don't know what I was thinking when I opened our room door. I could immediately see Mary on her knees with the man's cock between her lips sucking it right down her throat. He was holding he head as he moved his hips and one look into his cruel eyes made me realise I didn't want to stay. I left them to it and shakily I went back to the wedding disco where I stayed until the bitter end explaining that Mary was in bed, which was of course true; only not alone. I returned to my room hoping the man had gone but as I walked in I found Mary riding the man and without even a pause she turned to me and asked me to leave because they wouldn't be finished for a while yet. The guy added a helpful `yea fuck off!' So I did, after grabbing my car keys. Thankfully the car park was empty and I actually fell asleep in the passenger seat until the early hours when the sun was beginning to rise. I went back in to the amazement of the porter but made my was back to the room where I found Mary asleep with the huge black guy still holding her. I didn't care anymore so I decided to stay in the room and relieve my bladder before taking a shower. I obviously woke him up but instead of leaving he decided to make Mary have sex yet again so he pushed her on her back then as I watched my wife for the very first time I saw the man shove his big fat black manhood into her. I stood in the bathroom watching through the crack in the door as my wife's feet curled up and her legs wrapped themselves tightly about the man groaning as she clearly enjoyed his size. So much for her suffering. I continued to watch as the man began to pound my wife who was now kissing him and urging him quietly to greater heights. Her language was crude and rather hurtful as she encouraged him to use her and while I couldn't hear it all she did clear ask him to `make her cum like the married slut she was'! These were her words exactly, not caring if I was listening. I had started the shower but still watched them caught in the hedonism of what they were doing; thankfully only a few minutes later he grunted and fell to the side which was my cue to slip under the warm water and try to hide my own erection. I kept it brief and was only just out when the man pushed past me and went to the toilet. I glanced at his cock and tried not to show my surprise at the fact that while not even erect it was still both longer and fatter than mine. I moved to the bedroom where Mary looked at me and gave a shrug then waited until the man came out and dived into the bathroom where a few minutes later the shower started again. The man dressed then banged on the door and shouted `thanks for the fuck Mary. You were as good as always.' He left laughing. Five minutes later she came out to find me in bed, I was still shattered (and probably still a little drunk as it was actually only just after six) so she joined me. Mary was her usual tight-lipped self about it so after a single `Sorry about that' she told me to forget it then pumped my cock, like she used to, until I came! To this day I have no idea what was said between them to prompt her actions, blackmail or just the opportunity for a last hurrah. Since then Mary have enjoyed a happy interracial free two years although even now I worry about what might happen if another Jason appears in our life.

I never thought I would be in this situation and sometimes I still wonder how we reached this point. In truth, from my side at least, it felt like a slow migration without any defined lines being crossed although of course looking back it seems these were many and frequent, I just didn't recognise them. Now I really need to put in a point or two of defence here so you don't think this firstly a fabrication, it is not, or secondly that I'm some sort of ten-stone wimp with an adequacy problem, I am not. I'm a normal guy with a decent job, nice house (not huge but in a good area of a small town) and reasonably fit having played sport actively for many years. My wife and I were both thirty one with two smallish children and a good set of friends. Libby, my wife, works for a small local company as an administrator. There are only twelve in the company and just nine who work out of their office. I work in London for a large company so I commute every day. You of course know what is coming (or can make a pretty good guess) so it's hard to write this without every occurrence seeming obvious and my actions (or lack thereof) foolish and nave. I can assure you however that we had a very good relationship so I never thought anything would happen and when things began to I still thought we were too close for anything, no matter how briefly sordid, to damage the strong roots we'd put down. I'm also not blessed with a perfect memory but much of what was said and happened had such an impact that I'm able to recall it all although maybe not word perfect. Ok I'm getting a little trite but I hope you get the picture; we were close and as they say love is blind. I suppose it began when Casey started in her office but apart from Libby mentioning a new guy joining I took little or no interest. Again with hindsight she did talk about him a little more than some others but that was fine. Anyway things seemed to continue much the same for a few months until she went out one Tuesday night. The office where she works did an evening once a month, always on a weekday as most have families so Fridays and weekends were not thought to be the best time to arrange things for. That month it was bowling and Libby popped home to change before disappearing off for a few hours. Since these evenings were midweek, this was a Wednesday, while a lot of fun she was never home late as they all had work the following day. This night however, well after 1am having been in bed for a while, I woke to find her still not home and became a little worried. I sent a text but got no reply so sat fretting until finally nearly thirty minutes later she sent back; `sorry forgot the time, we've been chatting, will be home v. soon.' No problem I thought so fell back to sleep. I woke when she was in the bedroom and cracked an eye watching her as she removed her clothes and stuffed her knickers down into the laundry bin before grabbing her nightdress. I heard her washing and was almost asleep again when she returned sliding into bed. As I put my arm about her she whispered `go to sleep' and wriggled away from me. I'll try not to repeat this too often but if you are looking for signs then they were there already; the knickers didn't have to be buried beneath the other washing, she never washed before getting into bed (just a quick brush of the teeth) and while we don't always cuddle at night it was exceedingly rare for us to push the other away. I wasn't looking for signs so didn't see them. Libby and I always agreed that if we wanted to see our own friends we would do so on Fridays and following the appearance of the children we alternated the weeks we were out not that we went out without the other very often anyhow. It was her turn that Friday but she'd not mentioned anything so I assumed we'd be home together as usual. Thursday morning she was more than a little distracted but she'd been home late and since I was off out to work only half an hour after she'd got up I didn't think anything of it. Anyway it was that evening she let me know she would be out on the Friday, not a problem as it was her turn although we'd chatted about getting a film to watch together. That Friday she looked really great and wore her black satin skirt and dark stockings which she'd only ever wore a couple of times out with me as she thought it a little too short. When I mentioned it she said it was about time she wore it or it would be a waste. She also had on a black shimmery top which, along with perhaps more makeup than usual made her look really sexy. I was actually proud of her then. She left around eight with a passing; `not sure when I'll be home so don't wait up' and she was gone. The children were in bed by seven thirty so I had hours to myself which I whiled away on some old action movies either side of Friday night football. I went to bed just after twelve and only woke when Libby returned. This time I was quite awake, she must have made a bit of a noise I guess as I usually sleep very heavily. That night after I watched her grab her nightclothes and head for the bathroom (another thing she never did before) I heard her washing again and thought it a little odd. She returned and I said hello then once she climbed in asked her about her evening. She was very no committal, again not the normal state of affairs as there was usually some gossip she wanted to share then she again gently pushed me aide when I went to spoon with her saying she was very tired. This was odd as it was only a sleeping position and something we did all the time. I suppose this type of thing continued for the next few weeks with Libby coming home late from some of her Fridays out, not that I particularly kept stock at the time and it's only in hindsight that I realised there was a pattern: When she went out with the friends I knew she was chatty and keen to talk about the gossip she'd heard but now she was mainly going out with her office mates and she didn't really talk about them at all. There was also the difference in the time she returned; either around midnight or much, much later when it involved business friends but like I've said already it wasn't something I noticed at the time. I was aware that she wore either her satin skirt or a new grey dress she seemed to have acquired recently but given her decision to wear it or waste it I didn't really think about it much. The new dress was moderately short but flared at her thighs and looked, if anything, even more sexy than the black one because as she moved it showed a lot of leg. Anyway this continued for quite a while until it was our wedding anniversary and I arranged for the children to stay at my mothers so that we could go out for a romantic meal. Libby was surprisingly reluctant to go but I made the arrangements anyway however when she got home from work she wasn't pleased although I couldn't work out why. Disappointingly although she dressed up for the evening and despite my request she wouldn't wear the grey dress or the new heels she'd taken to wearing with it although I have to say she still looked very nice in one of her floral ones. The meal was pleasant although Libby was a little distant again but things went very wrong once we were home and I tried to initiate sex with her for the third or forth time in this period. Libby once again refused me which was more than a little upsetting and unfortunately I got very angry which just made her cry and storm off to sleep in the spare room. After cooling down I knocked on the door but she told me to go away. The next morning she was cold and monosyllabic, which was really depressing then after breakfast she was decidedly off with me as if I'd done something terrible. This of course made matters worse as I suggested she was being a little melodramatic which caused us to row with her blaming me for being `sex obsessed'. I said she was being spiteful which made her clam up for a while until she told me in a flat voice that she was going out to see a friend as she felt she needed `some air'. Since the children were to be out all day, we were going over for an evening meal, I'd hoped we'd have a nice day together but this was not what I'd expected. I tried to talk to her saying that it was not unreasonable for me to have been interested sexually in my wife and while I shouldn't have lost my temper this was still an overreaction. Of course she just got more upset and within minutes she'd gone out. I was left alone. When Libby finally returned several hours later she was quit different. Firstly she looked happier but more than this she was all business: She sat me down and explained that she didn't feel like making love to me for a while, not after my aggressive and hurtful behaviour as she had been really frightened as she thought I was about to assault her. I angrily rebuked that saying that I'd never forced her in my life so to suggest that was hurtful. She just simply said that was how she'd felt at the time. So I said sorry and she said ok but it was on a once only warning and she would leave if she thought she was in danger. It was such an overreaction to what was simply a heated row but I of course didn't want it to blow up again so I agreed and she looked satisfied. Then she asked me for a favour and implied I owed her. "Firstly since you're not using this Friday can I take it instead?" Of course I said yes immediately. "Secondly I've had an offer of a weekend away with a couple of work friends in about a month or so, can I go?" I could sense that she also expected me to agree to this as well so to avoid any issues and to also show I was caring I said `no problem'. She said a thank you then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and that was that. Thinking back I'm aware that from that day I began to have occasional doubts about Libby but tried to ignore them and although we didn't do a lot, the day was fine and the evening pleasant. The following Friday as I said I didn't have plans so Libby got to go out again. She surprised me both with another new dress, this time it was really short and very high up on the thigh but more than that she wore Whale-net tights for the first time in her life. The effect was both stunning and overtly sexual especially with her black heels. When I expressed my concerns she gave me a really hurt look and asked me what type of woman did I think she was? She then added bitterly that most husbands would be pleased that their wife wanted to take pride in their appearance. Then she kicked off the heels and began to drag out a pair of leggings from the wardrobe making it plain she was going to change which of course made me backtrack fast. I was acutely aware I was already on slippery ground so I actually apologised to her. After that she sat on the bed saying I'd ruined her evening as she felt like a tart now which forced me to keep saying sorry and that she looked great and shouldn't worry about it but should go out as she was. Finally after several minutes she said "Are you really sure? I mean you're happy for me to dress like this and won't suddenly get angry again?" I nodded. So with another questioning look she got up. "OK but you shouldn't keep trying to pick fights with me, it's not fair. All I want to do is look nice for a change." "I'm sorry you look great." I replied trying to keep her happy. "Well if you're really ok with me dressing like this then I will." She stated and put the heels back on then went downstairs to wait for her taxi. As she left that night I wondered why she felt the need to dress quite so sexily but like I've said many times now, I loved her and therefore decided she was probably simply dressing the way her friends did. She was again very late home but I woke when she slipped under the duvet and instinctively I cuddled her. She actually stiffened when I did this then un-peeled my arm and said in a low voice. "No chance buster!" I was too tired to argue that a cuddle was different from sex so turned away and went to sleep. That night I woke around five and visited the bathroom then went to return to bed only in the light spilling in from the hall I spotted one of the legs of Libby's new tights almost buried in the laundry basket. I looked closer and saw it had been pushed down into the rest of the washing and given that I remembered spotting this a few weeks back I was a little uncertain what it meant (if anything) so quietly fished them out. They surfaced wrapped around a pair of knickers which I'd never seen before, not that I looked at her underwear much, only these were black and shiny and certainly something I'd have noticed if I'd seen them on. As I looked at them I saw something that made my heart beat faster namely a deposit all over the crotch of the knickers which were darkly stained. It wasn't totally clear what this meant but with my mind now jumping to all sorts of conclusions I nearly yelled for Libby to wake up and explain immediately. I felt for the first time that something might be going on but was concerned both at the possible reason behind the mark but also how she might react if it wasn't what I thought it was. She would probably never forgive me if I accused her wrongly. In the end I agonised over this for maybe thirty minutes before leaving them in the basket and climbing back into bed. Despite being agitated I did finally fall asleep again to be woken by Libby with a cup of tea. She looked a little worried and sat of the bed then asked me in a concerned voice why I'd been `playing' with her knickers in the night. I looked at her dumbly then finally told her that she needed to explain to me why they were as they were. I didn't feel able to come straight out and say it so we looked at each other for several moments until finally she asked me what I meant. I paused then informed her that I'd found the wet stain on them and waited to see her reaction. She looked at me as if I was mad for a second then with the crease of the brow she asked if I was talking about her feminine discharge. I said that they were very wet (I couldn't even say soiled for some reason) to which she shrugged and said she'd been dancing and it wasn't unusual for her to leak a little since the birth of the children. She then fixed me with a hard stare and asked me had I been sniffing them to which I said of course not but she shook her head and then gave me a kiss on the forehead and said she `understood' as if she knew I had. With that Libby got up and walked away leaving me embarrassed and feeling undeservedly guilty at what she'd implied. During that day she actually made quite a few sly comments about her knickers as if I might be searching for her used pairs then to make matters a lot worse that night she actually asked me directly if I'd worn them. When I said no she added that it was ok because she liked the way they felt as well and understood why I might prefer them to my own. It was as if she was trying to understand me even when she was making it clear she thought the activity strange. When I challenge her on this and stated that it really wasn't something I'd do she shrugged and said ok. She then added that she was a bit upset because I was becoming a bit weird. When I rose to that as well she quietly explained that fooling about with her knickers, drooling over her when she dressed to go out with friends then calling her a tart wasn't exactly nice behaviour. I was shocked at this and told her it wasn't like that but couldn't bring myself to say what I was actually worried about as it would just make it a whole lot worse. So I just apologised once again. Libby said it was ok and left it although for the rest of the weekend I was careful not to give her any cause for concern. Now I'm not stupid but I loved Libby and my family very deeply so tried to convince myself that perhaps she was telling the truth and if so my behaviour might well appear odd. The next week was a works darts evening from which she came home early and we went up to bed together her chatting about nothing at all which actually pleased me as it was more normal behaviour. I did try to give her a kiss and a cuddle but she told me I was still `on probation' so I gave up. Over the next few weeks she was out once or twice as was I. Now I should say at this point work was really busy and I was tired most of the time and Libby was now being very sweet although when I think back there hadn't been any intimacy for nearly four months despite her dressing really sexily when she went out. Anyway one Friday it was her turn to go out (which she now did every time) and when I asked if I could swap she simply refused but told me if I had to go out I should arrange for the children to visit my mothers again, which I did as I wanted to meet some old friends in town. On Friday Libby wore a lacy top that showed her breasts just a little and an ultra short skirt over a pair of really shiny cut-off leggings of course with tall heels. She looked really hot and to be frank that worried me but after the last time I'd mentioned her clothes I was keen not to say anything. Anyway she actually asked me if I liked her in her new outfit which of course, to avoid any arguments, I said yes. She left in the taxi beaming while I felt a little depressed. Now two things happened that night, firstly I got really drunk and was actually ill the second was that Libby didn't appear at all but I had a text around 1am saying she was staying at a friend's house. Anyway Saturday morning I was feeling really sorry for myself when she appeared looking like a wet dream still and I couldn't help but stare at my wife who in the past few months or so had changed so much. In daylight I could see the top was really quite see-through and her breasts and nipples were slightly visible without being completely blatant. The cut-offs under the tiny skirt were really tight and stretchy and as I watched her peel them of I realised she wore nothing under them. She looked at me and smiled then went to take a shower. I sat rather stunned at how she had chosen to dress contemplating what I could say to her before finally going to the bathroom where I sat silently until she came out of the shower. I looked at Libby naked for the first time in ages and noticed that her sex was completely bald. She spotted where I was looking and said that that was part of the reason she was leaking so much because she'd trimmed it off as she was getting a rash. I couldn't think of anything to say so simple returned to the bedroom where I spent the rest of the day sulking. That weekend was pleasant after that as we visited friends although Libby seemed again a little distant at times. Anyway we carried on until the end of the next week the day before Libby was going away for her long weekend. She'd refused to allow me to arrange for the children to stay with my parents (Libby didn't work on a Friday so we had no childcare arranged for them) saying she felt that since I'd been so busy for the past weeks the children needed to be with their father. In the end I came home early on the Thursday and had taken the Friday and Monday off. I went to find my wife but she was locked in the bathroom although she said she was nearly ready. I made tea for both of us and stood sipping from my mug when she came into the kitchen. Libby had been to the hairdresser and her straight shoulder length brown hair was replaced by heavily curled ginger/red locks that made her look like a completely different person. To add to this she wore a tight long-sleeved round-neck jumper, which was white and tight, the material stretching over her breasts and hinting at the lack of a bra. She also wore leggings which were black and again while not indecent they also suggested she had nothing else beneath. She had on a pair of low heels and with her makeup she looked very sexy but yet in a classy French way. "Like it?" She said doing a twirl. I said `wow' and she smiled then went off to finish her packing. Once she'd done this and I'd put the luggage in the car she gave me a quick cheek peck and she was off. I tried not to dwell on Libby or what she or her friends might get up to but anyway somehow I got through the weekend and soon it was Monday and I waited to her to return as I played games with the children. When she did arrive home she gave them a big kiss each then fished into the bag she carried and presented them with a gift each. After more kisses they went off to play with them and she turned to me. "Hi." She said and asked me to get the bag and meet her in the bedroom. I did as asked and arrived to find Libby holding up a couple of DVDs. "A present for you." She said but when I went to take it she said "Not yet!" and put them away for later. Later that night after the children were in bed my wife quietly went upstairs to check their bedrooms to make sure they were asleep before she reappearing dressed in the Whale-tights, the skirt she usually wore over her leggings and a lacy top that was so loose her breasts were completely accessible. She really did look like a tart as she locked the door behind her. She set the DVD, turned off all the lights then sat next to me in the dark and pulled out my cock. Considering I'd had no sexual contact with her for several months this was both a shock and also had an immediate effect on me. I went to play with her but she slapped me away so with a shrug I sat back watching what turned out to be a sex video. Basically it was a film of a married woman with another man shot by her husband: She starts off kissing on the sofa before beginning serious foreplay, undressing her lover and herself as she progresses. We watched it unfold for about ten minutes until Libby's assault on my cock was too much and I came. My wife slipped away and returned with a towel and some more beers then cleaned me up before she started the DVD again. After a couple of minutes she began to play with me again while still refusing to let me touch or kiss her so once again I sat back and watched. This time we saw the woman go down on the man for a while before she was placed on her back and the guy then guided his large cock into her. At this point the camera man was heard urging them on asking the woman if she liked the other mans cock to which she replied an emphatic yes he then asked her if she wanted her lover to cum inside her to which she said please and he got faster until finally with a grunt he obliged. Libby began kissing my ear and neck during all of this then when the man came she whispered that it was the hottest thing watching a married woman having sex and that she (the woman on the screen) was so lucky to have such an understanding husband. With that she sped up her wrist movements so I came hard and this time she milked me until I wilted completely before she finally wiped me down. The DVD went on pause and we sat drinking beer for a few moments then she asked in a sexy voice if I'd `liked what I'd seen. I said yes and she then repeated that it was the best and she loved it that the woman had let another man cum inside her in front of her husband. After that we went to bed. Now of course there were alarms going off all over at this point but I ignored them focussing o the fact that we'd just had a sexual encounter albeit only for my pleasure. Libby disappeared into the bathroom for some time and although I didn't think it at the time, I was already dozing, I suspect she played with herself. Libby was back at work the following day and things were fairly normal until the Thursday evening when once again we sat down to watch the other DVD. Libby dressed in the tights once more only this time she wore a tiny top and heels and was simple exposed to me completely. However when I made to kiss her she said `probation' and I shrugged and sat back as the show began. This DVD was again an amateur wife with another man only this time the man was very big and very black. In fact he was so much larger than the woman when they stood facing each other she had to go on tip-toes to kiss him even when he bent his head. She spent a long time trying to suck his cock but it was too big to get it in her mouth so after doing her best she lay on her back and the guy placed the head against her wet sex then turned to the camera and said he was about to ruin her for good. With that he then proceeded to work it into her over the next ten minutes (which frankly given she was an amateur was surprisingly quick) before they had sex for the next twenty. The woman was almost hysterical at times yet despite being small she took all of the man's erection inside her. That evening Libby again insisted on playing with me only but when I said I really wanted to have sex with she refused and said she still wasn't ready to go that far again, whatever that meant. Anyway she brought me off twice as before this time fairly quickly as she was again whispering in my ear which she knew was a big turn on for me. I was a little disappointed when Libby informed me she was out that Friday since she'd been away but she pointed out it was actually her turn so reluctantly I conceded. That evening she came down and stood in front of me looking at me waiting for my reaction. She was simply dressed just like the woman on the DVD: I'd noticed the woman had red/ginger coloured hair and had a passing resemblance to Libby (if a little shorter) but now my wife wore an identical short pleated tartan skirt with a white blouse and white stockings with red heels. She even had a red ribbon in her hair and white chocker. I looked at her and gaped. "Like it?" She smiled and waited. It was excessive and although not slutty was very, very sexy and quite disturbing in its way yet what could I do? After all that had gone on before I just nodded trying to think of what to say without ending in a fight. She gave a big grin and said `thanks' then trotted off to finish her makeup. She disappeared until the taxi arrived then she returned put in the DVD and turned off the lights. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Watch the DVD and pretend it's me." She then left. I was now in front of the video which was continuing from where it had stopped the night before with a woman looking so, so like Libby now lying, still partially clothed, under the huge black man as he pounded away until with a yell he came inside her before pulling away so the cameraman zoomed in on her gaping hole with the man's cum beginning to pool inside her opening. I should have turned the DVD off immediately but I hadn't so I sat stunned by this (sporting an erection) as the camera pulled back and the Libby-like woman smiled and said "Big and black is best". I tried to remind myself that it wasn't Libby I'd just seen and my wife was just teasing me. However I was completely thrown by both it and Libby's appearance so went to bed several hours later still shaken. . Anyway my wife came home late but this time I didn't wake until the morning so had no idea what time. Libby was really keen to sit and watch the DVD again the following night and once again she dressed as the woman on the screen. As she played with me she whispered; "I seem to be enjoying his big black cock in me, are you enjoying watching it fuck me." I didn't answer so she pressed me by saying "It's hot isn't it?" three or four times until I said yes. She then repeated the previous statement and added. "You like seeing his cock buried in my pussy don't you?" Again I was silent but she simply worked on my cock harder. "Look at it go into me, you love seeing me getting fucked by a black cock don't you?" Finally I was erupting and she said "don't you!?" and I said yes. Libby cleaned me up with a grin then called me a pervert but we did the same the next night and once more she kept on and on about how she was being fucked and how I loved watching it. I agreed fairly quickly this time and in fact she was talking about how good it was for me to watch my wife with a foot of black snake in her snatch when I came as I was saying ` yes it was great'. This time after a clean up she started again and when it was in full swing she asked if I'd like to see her in another movie. I looked at her and she said she had one that we could watch the following night. So we were in the dark room again the following night only this time Libby wore a black dress and dark stockings with her hair up which while she looked really attractive wasn't particularly sexy. Of course when the film began the woman wore virtually identical clothes and could have been her except she had darker hair. The video was much like the last one with a thirty something married woman having sex with a large black guy. This time however the guy was a bit rougher with the woman although she was clearly happy with what he did to her. The other difference was she was then joined by another man part way through and we saw two men on the one woman at once. Libby again said things about it being hot to have had two men and then added that I could see she was cuming on the big cock in her. She kept this up all the time and once I'd cum she switched the DVD off then asked me if I wanted to see her star in another production to which after a pause I said yes. That Friday Libby arranged for the children to be looked after as she told me we were having a night in, which of course meant another DVD. At half past eight she came down dressed in a basque stockings and heels clutching a digital cameral and after putting on all the lights in the room asked me to film her. I was surprised but happy to do so and watched with my cock aching as she sat on the sofa and started to tell the camera who she was, that she was married and how she loved cock in her pussy. She then played with herself for a while before we took a beer break. It was just after this she told me to stop shooting and she jumped up and said, "at last!" then left the room. My heart was going fast as I heard the front door go and my life crashed. I had genuinely thought we were just about to have sex but now Libby walked in with the biggest black man I'd ever met in the flesh. He was over six-eight and dwarfed my wife who was of course still only in the basque and stockings. Finally the penny dropped - far, far too late - she'd been setting me up for this for some considerable time. "This is Casey." She introduced the man who just looked at me with a sneer then turned to Libby and she turned and kissed him his huge hands pulling her close for a few seconds. Then she sat with Casey, facing me. "You've know I had a lover for some time, well since you found my cum stained knickers." She explained. "Once you gave me the green light to dress up for him everything's been great only I guess we both knew you'd have to meet him eventually. Casey thinks I need a little more freedom so suggested once you warmed to the idea of watching us we'd do it in front of you and them we could really move on." "Is that thing on?" Casey interrupted in a deep voice. "Err... no" I replied. "Switch it on then man." He said and gave me a hard stare. Libby was smiling at me nodding so with a trembling hand I turned it on and began to film my wife with this brute of a man. They kissed before she sank to her knees and undid his trousers. She fished about before pulling his monstrous cock out then looking at me she said; "This is why we don't have sex." She turned and began to suck on it but unlike the video we'd watched, somehow Libby managed to get the massive head into her mouth. I watched in horror as it got hard then finally my wife lay on the sofa and turning to me she added. "Get the penetration, he's huge yet it still all goes in." the guy looked at me and said coldly. "You know everyone in the office knows your wife is my slut." He grinned as he continued to work his cock over my wife's slit. "I was glad you were cool about us going away together the other weekend, Libby said you'd let her and that you'd be playing with yourself thinking of us fucking." With that he penetrated her and his huge cock slid far too easily inside. She groaned and looking at me she bit her lip and said she was about to cum. She then had a very obvious and noisy climax. I don't know why I did it but I filmed them as they had sex for over an hour culminating in Casey putting my wife's legs over his shoulders so he could get deeper. Then with a roar he had his climax and I could see his balls actually constricting as he pumped his seed deep inside Libby. My wife was babbling as this happened before going over the top into yet another climax of her own. I went stop the camera but Casey barked at me not to and with a grin from ear to ear Libby then showered kisses on him before she allowed him to get off. I was ordered to get close and I could see that just like the DVD there was a large amount of cum pooled inside her very open hole. "You're wife loves my cock in her pussy." He said as I sat pointing the camera at Libby's huge gaping cavity. "No other cock's been in her since I came along." I looked up at him then thought back, he was right. Casey laughed at me as he disappeared from the room. Libby put her feet down and looked at me. I'd turned off the camera as Casey was going to the toilet. "I'm proud you've been so understanding about my affair. I told Casey about you finding out a few months ago and he thought you'd get upset but I told him you'd allow it to continue." "This is how I see it." She continued lowering her voice. "Casey likes the idea of occasionally coming over and doing me while you watch, which given your hard on should be good for you too but most of the time I'll be at his place." He was coming back into the room so she sat back again. "Now tomorrow Libby will come over to my house at twelve dressed in a new little outfit we bought last week. I want you there as well because it's going to be her sort of rights of passage. Now fuck off because I'm going to fuck your wife again and I want you somewhere else!" After that I sat in the spare room listening to the sounds of my wife urging her man to fuck her and then to cum in her which actually made me cry. I found it really hard to order my thoughts; Libby made it sound as if we'd actually discussed my fears about her activities but we hadn't and yet now she seemed to simply expect me to accept it without question. They were not up until nine the following day and after a quick shower Casey left reminding us that we needed to be over before mid-day. Libby seemed very happy and when I finally asked about her outfit she produced a set of clothes then asked me to help her in them. I guess I had this single opportunity to at least voice my distress but I didn't I was too stunned. The trousers were stretch fabric that looked like they were liquid it was really shiny, the top that was cropped and sat just below her nipples showing the underside of her pert breasts. She had on heels of simply enormous height and a chocker. We drove to the house then just before we went in Libby opened her legs wide and pointed at the gap in the material giving access to her sex. Once at his house we were greeted by a boy of around fifteen who was also black. For the first time Libby looked a little uncertain but we went in to find another three teenagers all black and all watching Libby like starved animals. Casey came in from another room and introduced us: "This is Libby my slut girlfriend and this is her husband. Now because yesterday Libby told me she would do anything to please me, to prove that she means what she's promised she's going to entertain you all afternoon while her husband watches." The boys made high fives and whooped then I looked at Libby who gave a nervous smile back. That was the green light and within moments my wife was on her knees sucking a black cock while another went to her rear and finding the opening proceeded to push his own erection into her without any difficulty. I watched as they took her until both of them had cum then the third and forth boys took over and so it went on. The whole event lasted about an hour before Libby was left sitting besides the boys as Casey put on the recording from the night before and we witnessed my wife having sex with Casey. She had been a little embarrassed at first but once she'd given herself to the first pair she'd just let it happen and now she simply smiled as she watched herself being taken by her lover. Watching it on the screen I was struck just how easily she took his monster cock and just how many times she appeared to climax as they made love. Finally when the boys were excited enough they switched off the TV and started on Libby again. This time she removed the trousers so she was now naked and I watched her small lithe body thrash around as one by one the mounted her and she wound her legs and arms about them. Finally after they'd taken her again she sucked one of the boys erect again and they started over. It was several hours and many, many climaxes later that she finally dressed and we left. In the car Libby turned to me and asked me if I had enjoyed myself. I said no but she patted my trousers and felt my cock which had been hard for hours and told me she'd seen the tent in my trousers so she understood. Before I could say anything in my defence she added that she'd been reading lots of stories about this type of thing and said that I was officially an interracial cuckold and the fact that I got excited seeing my wife being pleased by bigger, better men was normal. She then told me that to ensure we both gained the most from our new open relationship she'd let me watch her whenever she could and wouldn't hide anything from me `no matter how nasty'. With this statement I fell silent as I was too depressed and beaten to respond. Libby removed her now very soiled trousers and the skimpy top once we got home then asked me to choose the one item she was going to wear to my parents. I was forced to delve about until I produced a dress which I hoped would cover her without looking too formal. She approved and without washing the cum that coated her body she slipped it on and said she was ready. We left for my mothers but once in the car I realised she now smelled really strongly of sex and sweat plus her hair was still damp from her own perspiration. Despite me pointing this out Libby just said that was fine and so off we went as she fixed her face a little. It was a very embarrassing visit as my wife looked more than a little used and she smelt heavily of semen. When we were finally home Libby made tea for the little ones and then after a short play the children were bathed and put to bed. That night I was forced to watch the recording of my wife with Casey again this time she sucked my cock until I'd cum twice. All the way through it she kept talking about how big he was and how deep he got. She also told me that Casey had been talking about her having a weekend threesome sometime although I had no doubt that wouldn't include me. Practically every Friday after that Libby dressed up and went out with Casey. She dressed in some really blatant gear including a tiny dress and thong that she particularly liked as the dress is so tight it shows just about everything. A few times in those months I watched Casey take Libby in front of me but thankfully he doesn't particularly like me watching and also likes to wake alone so she rarely stays over. My wife insisted on playing with me the morning after and telling me in graphic detail how she was driven to ecstasy by her lover and how wonderful it is to feel a big black cock erupting inside her sex. She added she would blow me from time to time but would never have sex with me. However things moved on and by far the worst events have been in the past six months: The first one was when we were invited to Libby's sister's wedding. After a quiet talk to Wendy, Casey was invited as well and sat to one side of my wife with me the other. Wendy seemed to think he was an old friend of mine who I'd insisted on bringing along. She actually lectured me on not considering my lovely wife enough and that I needed to attend to her needs more. Libby wore a light pearl coloured dress as maid-of -honour only what her sister didn't know as the fact that her sex had been well used by Casey as her bare hole was leaking cum throughout the service and meal after. Once my wife changed at the reception she wore a short green dress which looked really classy only her stockings were the only other item she had on and she flashed her pouting sex at me several times that night. After Wendy and most of the other relatives had left the reception Libby seemed to think it ok to dance with Casey in front of those remaining and of course that meant kissing as well. I didn't know where to turn as people went by looking at me knowing that my wife was in the arms of a black man on the dance floor. To finish the evening off Libby came up to me and said that since the room was only booked for two I'd best get a cab home. Then she marched me to reception and with Casey's arm still about her waist she ordered a taxi for her husband. Every eye was on the three of us as we stood there then went back to the functions room to wait. A few minutes later a teenage girl, prompted by Libby, came up to us and said with a grin that a taxi had arrived to take her husband home. I was then marched out to the lobby and with a peck on the cheek Libby said goodbye to me in front of probably a dozen people then turned to Casey and said "One more dance before I let you fuck me." I raced away and sat crying quietly all the way home. The second and worse change came one Friday; Libby actually dressed as a hooker; stockings below the hem line of her tiny skirt. Semi transparent top, heels, hair in tight curls and more make-up than I'd ever seen. Before she waddled out to Casey's car she confessed that she was really going to prostitute herself that night, if she kept her nerve, as it was one of her recurring fantasies. She was gone until late Saturday when she returned in a taxi looking like a complete tramp (which I guess she was). That night she told me that she'd actually stood on a street corner for a few hours and sold her body to several guys for money. She then, for the first time in eight months said she wanted me in her very open pussy however once I was about to enter her she insisted on a condom and then added that it would cost me 40. I didn't answer but she pulled me into her and we did it although she said when I tried that she didn't kiss clients. She then added that none of her `other' clients had been remotely attractive but she'd cum every time just thinking about what she was doing with them. She then let me cum inside her for the first time in almost a year, inside the condom that was. Stupidly I still love her as she is the mother of my children despite the fact that she has become a complete slut for Casey and is now happy (and actually more excited by this than anything else) to prostitute herself for the guy. After the first time she sat me down and told me that she didn't consider us as lovers anymore but if I was willing to pay like her `other men' I could have sex with her when she was `working'. Stupidly I guess I felt this was better than nothing especially as she still shared my bed however these sessions are bizarre because they only occur at the end of an evening when she's already been with other men and she dresses and acts like a pro. Casey insisted I go out with them to witness Libby at work. It was horrific to see my wife barely dressed chatting to really unattractive men then disappearing with then either in their cars or down a side street to a motel that she uses. A few months ago she came home looking a little concerned and when I asked her why she confessed that she'd had sex with one of our friends. When I quizzed her further she told me he'd only recognised her once they were in the hotel but had happily carried on and bought her for an hour. I was very upset but she explained that it was ok as he'd have to keep his mouth shut or she'd tell his wife, not that I thought that an adequate deterrent. The Casey infatuation was well into a third year but he seemed very happy to use and abuse Libby and she was still more than willing to fuck him and anyone else he wanted. She had admitted that she got more pleasure from being a prostitute than any other sex she'd ever experienced As far as I knew her daytime employer and work colleagues had no idea she had this double life at the time and I'm not even sure they knew she'd still been seeing Casey but a month ago Libby sat me down and told me she was becoming a full-time pro rather than the current `hobby'. She then explained that regrettably it meant she would be seeing a lot more men mostly at out house and that her prices were going up. I could still pay for her but she wanted something in return which was my help when she entertained clients. So for the past few weeks men turn up at our house to fuck my wife while I serve drinks, offer condoms and take the money. Of course Casey appears from time to time and they disappear together and he alone shoots his seed into her and of course gets it for nothing. The children are surprisingly comfortable about it all seeing mummy with lots of friends and Uncle Casey. I just want to cry all the time.

Maria Patterson wanted to scream; her husband was close to his climax but she was further away from hers. Tears of frustration were actually welling up as she tried energetically to reach an elusive orgasm. But it was no use, despite everything, Matt came for the second time while she felt nothing but utter frustration. It was just the same as the day before when she'd practically thrown herself at him during the evening yet failed to gain the satisfaction she'd craved. It wasn't that Matt was a bad lover or that he was ill equipped, in fact sex had always been great between them and even tonight (with one short five minute break when she'd blown his spent manhood back to life) he'd been making love to her for well over an hour. Something was different, with her. She'd desired it so, so much yet no sooner had her husband rolled on a condom and entered her than the flame of passion dimmed. It seemed to dim further when he climaxed yet the moment (and it was virtually an instantaneous change) he got off her the lust came back even stronger. That's why for the second night in a row she'd got him hard again in the hope that she could finally reach her elusive orgasm. She slipped out of bed a few minutes later and went to the bathroom to finish it herself, yet just as the night before once she started it felt wrong somehow and she began to feel as she had with Matt inside her. What was wrong with here? She felt the need yet was quite unable to obtain it! As she sat on the toilet, welling up again, a thought came to her that perhaps she needed something else rather than her small fingers, something different. She pondered this but her little silver vibrator was buried deep in a drawer in the bedroom, and she didn't know what else she could do. Without any real expectation she started again with her fingers trying to sate the sexual tension that gripped her body but if anything it was worse and she was finally forced to give up. Maria was back in bed confused and frustrated a few minutes later, rubbing her thighs together as she lay awake, her desires burning yet seemingly without the means to obtain relief. It was distressing and confusing and she wondered if she needed to see her doctor. The next morning she woke relieved to find her desires gone but following a mid-morning workout she felt the feelings slowly returning. This time alone she entered the bedroom armed with her vibrator and began to see if this would be the key to her relief but, as she had suspected, it wasn't although it gave her an idea of what she might do to help herself. She sat down at the computer and went online then began searching for variations of `big dildo satisfaction for me' (why this phrase she could figure except it just popped into her mind) and after dismissing the websites that appeared almost out of hand she suddenly saw one that she decided to check out. The main screen asked for a password or registration to obtain one and almost without thinking Maria entered her details which included her home and email addresses and even her mobile number. She made herself a coffee still trying to ignore the urges coming from deep within since she knew it would do her no good, then checked her in-box and clicked on the link that had appeared to complete the registration and issued her with a username and password. She actually laughed at her title; hotwife155 and the password indeep then went back to the website and logged in. The front page of the site was quite a shock to Maria being very explicit yet as she looked at the first page she felt her sex moisten with approval. There was a picture of dildo next to the picture of the man whose manhood it was said to be based upon. She looked at the chiselled black man and his erect penis (about the size of Matt's) and then at the dildo which really was identical including the size of the balls. She then noticed the sign below it; "This product is provided free with any item purchased from the offers page." There was no price attached so she clicked on the offers page. The page opened to reveal a set of five items; a long sleeved black body stocking, a set of hold-up diamond net stockings, a pair of six inch ankle boots, a set of ankle and wrist cuffs and a DVD (which was titled `satisfaction guaranteed'). Each item was priced way too high but Maria noticed the tag line at the bottom which offered the whole set for less than the price of the two cheapest items and still came with the dildo thrown in. It was the type of gear Matt would love her to wear and that though alone got her tingling so strangely after only a brief moment to think about what she was doing she was typing in her credit card information. Maria then sat back after the process was completed looking at the thank you notice which said she could now also use the forum if she wanted. With a start she realised that at long last her urges were subsiding, well thank God! Later that day she worked out again to the next set of exercises on her DVD collection but once it was over she was as hot as hell again. It was strange but she felt drawn back to the website and this time she delved further to discover the forum page and also a video streaming page. Despite herself Maria opened the video link then sat open mouthed as she heard two people having sex. The set was well lit and the action high-resolution except there was a large banner over the centre saying that as a new member she wasn't yet entitled to view this. Yet the blurred central image still gave a clear indication what they were doing and she could see the black legs of the man and the white feet as they waved in the air. As Maria watched her hand snaked to her sex and she began to play with her slit through her leotard. She was surprised to find that unlike earlier she became more aroused at her own touch and felt that her elusive orgasm was approaching only when it arrive she still felt a little cheated as the pleasure was fleeting and didn't completely hit the spot. Never the less it was a climax and thankfully her lust was subsiding although she felt just a little guilty having watching a sex show to get her there. She knew deep down that for some reason this was only a temporary pause but at least it was a pause. "No!" Maria said as once more her desire slipped from her grasp while Matt reached his peak again. It was so ridiculous, she thought, that having been so hot for most of the evening she was quite unable to obtain the relief she craved. Matt was a little put out by his wife's cry since he'd spent simply ages pleasing her but Maria covered this up with a hasty "Oh, Yes, Yes." And for the first time in her life she faked an orgasm which took all her effort as she wanted nothing more than to push Matt away because his climax triggered a feeling of real anger towards him, for failing to give her what she needed and deserved. Fortunately she held this in check and waited for a short while before turning him to one side then lay silently with the desires burning again waiting for him to fall asleep. There was no chance of her drifting off in this state. Thankfully he was out pretty quickly so she slipped away and went to the PC (she knew her little vibrator wouldn't help) where she logged on to the site again only this time there was no live video on display however there was a note suggesting she try the forum page. After a few moments she entered and saw her login name alone on the screen, immediately someone called hotwife74 said hello to her and she said hello back. `what brings you to the site at this time of night?' `Can't sleep.' `Man trouble?' `Not really' `That's a yes! I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.' `?' `Man trouble story.' `Oh I see.' `I'll go first:" hotwife74 wrote. "My husband wasn't able to satisfy me in bed. Not for a very long time, to be brutally honest. Not just the usual, you know - snoring and only feeling like it after a trip to the pub but if he could be bothered to do it at all, it was over in no time. That's why I bought the stuff from the website to liven the whole thing up!' `Did it work?' `Lets just say that after joining the site my sex life became fantastic! I must admit I like chatting to people here as well because just about everyone has a similar experience and it's great to pass on the positive news to newbies.' `How did you know I was a newbie?' `Hotwife155. Means you're pretty new. Spoke to 148 yesterday who was back to say just how great things are now. Anyway it's your turn.' `Not much to tell really.' `Try me.' `OK. It's strange but for the past few weeks I've been feeling more sexual than ever before but when I make love to my husband it just doesn't seem right anymore. It's hard to explain but three weeks ago it was great and now it isn't.' `What's wrong?' `I don't know exactly but now when we make love he doesn't do it for me.' `You can be candid in here you know. Say it like it is. Your man isn't giving you an orgasm.' Maria paused then continued with the online chat. `No. Not at the moment.' `How quick is it?' `Not quick at all! We spent nearly an hour yesterday.' `But he came and you didn't' `Yes, I mean no, no I didn't' `So how does it feel when you're having sex? Is it erotic, do you feel hot as you do it or is he turning you off?' Maria wondered if she should answer but decided yes. `He's turning me off a bit.' `A bit or a lot. The truth now!' `Actually I was as hot as hell this evening yet once we got down to it I went off the boil and didn't feel excited again until it was over.' `You feel hot now?' `Yes.' She felt a nervous tingle when she posted this. `I'm often the same way. Diddling alone doesn't seem right so that's why I look at the videos.' `What videos? The live stream isn't on.' `You've not looked at the site properly have you?' The links page has some juicy sites to choose from but I suggest you look at the video library first. Unfortunately as a newbie you won't be able to access most of it but click on the sample it's not all there but it's worth it.' Maria looked at the screen for ages without typing, her sex was saying yes but her head was telling her not to be so disgusting. `Still there?' `Yes' `Be honest you're really frustrated at the moment aren't you?' Maria was fit to burst. `Yes, very.' `Ok look at the sample. Not the same without the dildo tho' BTW what have you ordered?' `The set.' `Great. Means you'll get it by express probably tomorrow. Do yourself favour dress in the lot to view the DVD and once you've done that log on and use the introductory offer.' `What's that?' `Comes with the full set and gives you access to the rest of the site for only a very small fee. Trust me it's REALLY worth it!!!!' `I'll see' `That's a copout just do it and you will never look back, trust me." "And the clothes and stuff help you and your husband to improve things?" "Helped me definitely! Anyway I'll leave you to the video." With that a logged out notice appeared and Maria was left alone. She pondered what to do but her frustrations were such that she flicked to the other page and clicked onto the sample. The screen opened to full size then the video started: The woman was young and pretty and like the live show dressed in the gear Maria had ordered. She sat on a sofa smiling nervously before she turned to her right as she was approached by a black man who stood in front of her his large penis already erect, he was naked. The camera zoomed slowly in as the woman held it with her left hand then began to suck gently. As she did so Maria noticed the wedding band on her finger but thought in unlikely the woman was married to the black man who looked in his late fifties. The woman continued to work the good sized penis in and out of her mouth eyes closed for a while then she pulled back and looked up at the man waiting for instruction although he was not full in the screen now. She then smiled and went back to sucking him only the camera pulled back a little and Maria could see the big black dildo in her other hand which she was now using on herself. Maria began to play with her own sex trying to synchronise her hand subconsciously with the girl's dildo. Then as the woman got close to a climax the man put his hand on her head and began to actually have sex with her mouth. Maria was going to climax and she did watching as the man pulled back and shot his seamen over the woman's face. She was grinning happily as it fell in strings onto her. With that the screen image stopped and a note said she didn't have access to the full video. Maria turned to PC off and went to bed feeling very relieved yet still there was a sense that she was somehow not totally satisfied. She hoped that if the items did arrive tomorrow she'd find complete relief with the dildo. --------------------- The items were spread out in front of her as she read the leaflet that came in the box. There was a note from a `happy customer' suggesting that she dress in all the clothes then view the DVD after which it added she could then go online and type in the access code supplied with a password at the end of the DVD. `Don't forget to lubricate your dildo correctly!' was the jokey subscript. Maria was now so hot she found it impossible to resist. She slipped out of her normal clothes and pulled on the body stocking. It was strange but as she put it on she felt almost liberated and without worrying further she pulled on the hold-ups and buckled up the heels then with the wrist and ankle cuffs on she admired her reflection in the full length mirror. She picked up the dildo which was much bigger than she'd thought and walked into the family room where she had already shut the curtains so she could settle down to watch the DVD; dildo in one hand & the lubricating oil supplied in the other. When the DVD started she jumped the woman facing her on the screen looked just like her. Same coloured hair, same hairstyle and of course same clothes. She was also holding an identical dildo. The woman pushed it home and began to work it in and out then said to the screen. "Hi Maria, you should start using your own dildo now and then sit back and watch me in action. I guarantee you will have the orgasm you deserve." Maria was taken aback by the use of her name especially as it meant this video was only a day or so old. She waited for a few moments but she was so aroused that she began to dribble the lubricant over the bell-end then placed her own dildo at the entrance to her hole. The head was large and it took a while to work it into her but once it was there she began to feel a tingling from the contact and this began to grow as she copied the woman and pushed the object deeper. "Now push it in as far as you can then squeeze the left hand of those lovely black balls, squeeze it hard, left one only." The woman added in a voice dripping with lust. Maria pushed it in and out then after a few moments she gripped the soft ball and squeezed. Her sex was suddenly flooded with a viscous liquid which felt a little cold at first then as she continued to work it in she realised the dildo was getting deeper and within a few minutes despite it's size it was almost fully home.. "Fuck yourself with your black lover Maria." She did and felt an orgasm closing in. "Just before you reach your climax squeeze the other ball." She went at it for a few more minutes then as she felt the tell-tale signs she gripped the other ball and compressed it as hard as she could. It felt odd but her vagina was suddenly washed with liquid and then as she hit her peak her whole sex seemed to orgasm and she actually screamed as she had the most intense sexual experience of her life. As she came down she watched the woman pulling out her own dildo and showing her gaping hole. "Looks like it would if this were a real cock. You code is on the instructions supplied and use the password fuck me. That's one word no break. Do it now." Maria felt so happy and at long last she was satisfied sexually yet the tingling continued so she was eager to have a repeat of the experience. She logged on and typed in her new code; blackmen followed by fuckme and followed the link. The PC opened into a private forum which asked her to click on a send confirmation box below then wait. After a couple of minutes a message appeared and gave her another link to follow. She did this and a screen expanded then a video link connected. "Hello Maria nice to meet you." Said the blond woman from the DVD in her very well spoken voice. "Sit back and enjoy the show." Maria waited and then the camera panned back to show the woman was in bedroom - dressed as the DVD (and like Maria still) then showed a big black man enter. He was larger yet probably older than the man she'd seen on the screen last night. Despite being grey haired and rather overweight (his body was certainly not that of an athlete) he was showing off a huge half-erect cock which made Maria wet. The pretty young woman looked at him with expectant eyes; "I'm Lorna and we have Maria watching us." Then like the woman from the day before she began to suck his cock which grew hard. Again her wedding band and engagement ring were clear to see. The man's erection was now huge but the woman worked hard to get the bell-end in he mouth and sucked for some time. Maria found it all very erotic and the dildo was back inside her now. The woman stopped and looking up. "Do you want to have me now?" She asked. "Sure." He said in a very noncommittal way. "How would you like me?" "On your back as you should be." He motioned to her to get on the bed nearby. The woman beamed as she lay on the bed then the camera got close as the man held her ankles and pushed his huge cock between her lips. She let out a gasp and began to claw at him as he worked his way in. "God I though Ricky was big..." she moaned before having a very noisy climax. "You gonna talk to your friend then?" The big man asked. "Maria... this is the best sex ever... I was like you; frustrated, unsatisfied and my man no longer did it for me but now I'm in heaven." She was already moving towards another climax. "The dildo only helps for a while but this if forever. Subscribe and let nature take its course." With that she came again almost at the same time as Maria. The housewife watched as the couple continued for sometime she was spellbound by the intensity of the sex and woman's obvious enjoyment of the man. It was almost a shock when the man roared (Matt never did) when he came and after Lorna had her final climax he pulled out and the woman lay legs apart showing of the huge cavity between her legs. "I'm more satisfied that ever before." She said with feeling. "Sign up." With that the link was cut and the screen changed. Maria didn't do anything for a while but stared at the `press to sign up' button flashing in front of her. She was scared but was almost subconsciously compelled to press the button so with a trembling hand she moved the mouse and clicked. Maria sat watching hotwife31 (Sarah) as she took her second black cock, she'd watch the video twice before but it was so sexy she was viewing it again. The woman was just nineteen and had been married for just five months she'd happily told Maria on the forum that she'd never had a climax until she'd watched the DVD and the dildo had done the job. She still added that it still wasn't anything as good as the real thing. The video was a month old and Marias was surprised to find out that the woman had joined the site only six weeks after her honeymoon. She'd met her first black man less than two weeks after buying the dildo and, as she put it, had never looked back. Maria was of course in a fog. She'd spoken to many women on the forum and seen over a dozen videos of different wives having sex with black men and she was now attracted to the whole scene especially now that even the dildo wasn't enough to satisfy her totally. Worse was the fact that sex with Matt was becoming quite repulsive, why it had become such a turn off she had no idea but lately she'd tried every excuse to avoid any physical contact with him. She had fantasies now during the day about being involved with a black man like the men she was watching daily and it was getting harder and harder all the time to even allow her husband to touch her. She felt like she might explode if she didn't find some permanent form of relief. She was completely unaware that this had all been generated thanks to the set of discounted fitness videos she'd acquired online. They had been designed to issue a set of repeated subliminal messages and combined with the hypnotic music plus lighting made her susceptible to its autosuggestion. She had given the suppliers her personal details, husband, age and vital statistics as well as coercing her to post a `before' picture with them not knowing that all this information was being used to vet her. Since she was white, married and quite attractive; she was using it to get fit and lose only a little weight, so she was therefore perfect. After the initial introduction DVD she was sent the unlock key to the first workout series. At first the hidden messages had simply worked on her subconscious until she was finally open and susceptible to the messages placed within the DVD. This took nearly three weeks, even when she was ready however it was still a slow progression. The second DVD which contained workouts for week three to six, had placed irrational feelings of sexual frustration and uncontained excitement hidden within her to be triggered by certain key words and actions. The new disc, for weeks seven and eight, had embedded these more strongly and deeply ready for the next phase. Despite all this the critical part of the process were the subliminal messages constantly reinforced: Namely the search for Big dildo satisfaction for me The designers knew that the video alone while opening viewers up to the hidden messages, would not be enough so the website was key; the viewer would be closer so less distractions and since they were already susceptible the hidden messages that supported the graphic content, were likely to do the trick. Week nine was the earliest these actions could be triggered and of course there was still a high failure rate even then. The trick had been to set off feelings within the women by broadcasting two sets of critical triggers during these workouts. The first made them feel more sexual while the second meant that any contact with their partners did the opposite so they desired sex more and more strongly yet every contact with their partner was less and less enjoyable. Of course underlying all of this from the second DVD onward was the repeated message suggesting black men were different; more desirable and better lovers. Once the DVD arrived with the clothes set, the woman was ready and open to all suggestions. This was both graphic and contained the triggers for the final embedded messages namely every intimate action from their white partner felt disgusting and repulsive yet there was a suggestion that other men might be better. Of course by now they would be viewing the videos which were the only triggers that got them off but when the final DVD arrived this switched the method of relief slowly off, so that the one thought remained. The more Maria watched the more she was drawn in by the content and the hidden messages that said to her; `black was best and was the only thing that would satisfy her.' Matt kissed her goodbye and even his touch made he shudder, God he was so gross she thought. She almost instinctively went to the front bedroom and stripped, pulling on the clothing which transformed her mood so that from dry and unresponsive (as it had been when Matt had tried to play with her before he got up) to wet and excited. Hotwife153 was online as soon as she was. `I did it!' `Seriously?' `Yes yesterday. Tim the pervert was out so I invited him over' `You mean Jack?' `Yes and it was better than I'd ever hoped for!' `Really?' `It was the best ever.' `Even though he's older than your dad?' `So? He's got the experience and besides he doesn't make me feel sick! Quite the opposite in fact.' `Will you do it again?' `Won't ever stop!' `It was really that good?' `I'm telling you it was better' `Well done you.' `your turn next.' `I don't know. I kind of want to but...' `No buts, you said it yourself you're horny all the time and that husband of yours creeps you out.' `Makes me feel sick when he tries it on with me.' `so just do it then. I wish I had years and years ago.' `but your younger than me! Your only twenty two.' `still wish I'd had the nerve to date a black guy when I was sixteen.' `I'm not sure date would have been entirely accurate!' `LOL you're right. I'd have fucked his brains out from day one! Go on, get onto the forum and set up a meeting.' Maria bit her lip as the wetness flowed she wanted to remain faithful to her husband but she knew deep down that there was only one way to end this torment. The afternoon workout was torture. By the time she was halfway through the exercises she'd pushed the gusset of her leotard to one side and worked the dildo into her wetness. As worked the overused toy she watched the grey hair black instructor placing his hands on the young white girl in her leotard as he showed her how the workout should be performed. Maria was watching him wishing she was the woman and then the workout ended leaving her with a pussy desperate for relief (the subliminal message playing over and over was simple - go online find a mate). Finally with shaking hands she entered the contact page only this time she logged on using the `make a contact' button.' MatureStud 89 was online immediately asking her when he could visit. There was no preamble, no questions who she really was, just a response to her logon which stated: Hotwife155 - looking to mate - East Berkshire Area `You need to get dressed for Maxwell.' Hotwife 151 stated as Maria chatted to her online. She was nervous and excited as she had been for the past 18 hours since she'd agreed the meeting. `yes I know I'm just a little...' `get dressed you only have twenty minutes. Now go! Contact me this afternoon if you have the strength.' Maria dragged herself up to the main bedroom. She was a little self conscious as she began to change but once the body stocking was on a sense of liberation washed over her. She was still putting the final touches to her make-up when she heard the knocking from outside. Maria went down and looked through the small window in the front door and saw a black man standing there. Of course by some freak chance it could have been someone else but that was unlikely so she flicked the catch and stood back as he pushed it open. The man wasn't that tall, actually he was barely five footy seven and somewhat overweight but Maria didn't care, he was black and his age hinted at experience which her body told her she craved. She remembered what she was supposed to do "Hello I'm Marie." She smiled hoping he'd like her. "Hi Max" Came the indifferent reply. "Do you want to come to my bedroom?" she asked anxiously but he shook his head. "Actually I'll skip it." He said turning to leave. "Please don't" Maria yelled and stood in front of him blocking his exit. She didn't care that she was now in front of the open front door. "I'm good, really good!" She offered. "You think so do you? You are just like all the other women on that site, just want sex for yourself . You white people are all the same; you just see me as some black servant, here to do your bidding!" "No. No that's not true! I... don't. I want to please you and make love to you!" "Make love? You mean get me to give you pleasure." She looked at him and wanted to cry. She wanted him more than anything she'd ever desired. "Please, I meant what I said. I don't just want sex, I do want to make love to you and to please you." "How do I know you won't throw me out as soon as you've had your pleasure from me?" "I promise I won't" "That's not good enough." I just can't believe you will keep your word? I mean I'm just an old black man while you're a sexy young white woman what could you possibly give me that would show your conviction? Frankly I don't know that there's anything you could offer that would prove your trust to me. " He waited and waited hoping she'd think of something of her own free will he didn't want to suggest, it had to come from her, if possible. "You can have anything I own, to borrow or keep. I'll do anything to prove to you that I mean what I say." She beseeched him. "What do you mean anything. How could you give me something that would assure you wouldn't turn your back on me?" "What about... um... take some pictures of me!" "Pictures can be faked you know." "Then a video!" She actually held him by the shoulders as she begged him. "I'll let you video me!" "How will that help?" he said sounding doubtful. "I'll show how much I want you." "OK...wait! I bet you'll claim it is a fake and your actions were forced or something." "No I promise I won't... look I'll tell you how much I want it." "You mean you'll sit in front of the camera and tell everyone who watches exactly what your desires are?" "Yes! Yes I'll make it completely clear this is what I really want!" "You'd need to be very convincing! I mean lots of action as well as just the words, to prove it's not some fake." "I'll be really convincing." "But what else? I mean if you promise on the recording that's a start but what can I have to prove it's all genuine?" She looked at the man who had stepped back as if doubting she would be true to her word. "My wedding ring!" She pulled it off and held it towards him. "I'll offer it to you to keep until you want to give it back!" "Well... " he pretended to consider this as if expecting some catch. "Look OK but you need to do this in a way that cannot be mistaken." "Of course! What are you suggesting?" "I'm not suggesting anything this is your idea." She looked at him thinking hard. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she still stood brazenly dressed in her body-stocking, heels and diamond nets at her open front door. "I'll be really graphic about what I want then offer you them on camera. You can keep them as long as you want." "So do you have a video camera?" he asked again suggesting with his voice that she might be deceiving him. "Yes!" She replied and shutting the door she shot upstairs returning a few minutes later with their new camera. "So how is this going to work then?" "How about I sit in the lounge and talk to the camera about it then I can take off my rings and give them to you to keep." "Er... ok but how about you do a bit more than just talk, so it's completely convincing? I mean if you prove just how excited you claim you are and then maybe do something with the rings that shows you want it... I dunno what..." "Yes! I'll do something that will show you just how much I want it!" Maria sat on the sofa and Max placed the camera on top of a pile of books on the coffee table adjusting it so Maria was shown fully. "I'll start it then, count to five and begin." When you've done whatever it is you're going to do invite me over and I'll adjust it so I can capture us having sex. If that's what you really want?" "That will be great!" "Ok here we go." He started the camera and Maria did the count. "Hi My name is Maria Fleming. I'm twenty five years old and married to Matt my husband of four years. I've come to realise that my deepest desire is to give myself to a black man. I want an older black man to make love to me and satisfy my like my husband can't. I've invited Max to my home in the hope he will make love to me and to prove how much I want him I will give him my rings to keep." She took them off and held them up. "Max come her and take these rings then take me, and make me a woman." The man smiled. He was an expert at this as he'd done it with over thirty pretty white wives before this one and knew just how desperate she was. He'd get her completely infatuated with interracial sex, over the next day or so, before convincing her to pick a mate online. He moved the camera and pulled the shot back so the whole of the sofa was in the picture then walked round and took the rings putting them in his pocket. "OK Mrs Fleming if you really want to have sex with me then blow me first and I'll see if you mean it." Despite the fact that they were visible from the street he removed his clothes before sitting. She gripped his penis with her hand and placed it against her lips. Just the touch of it made her sex pulse and within moments the head was engulfed by her mouth. She felt a mini climax hit her as she sucked the man's cock until it was rock hard. She couldn't believe how she felt and just this act reinforced her belief that this was what she'd always really desired. "Do you want to take me now?" She asked a few minutes later in hope. Then as an afterthought she smiled at the camera and showed how much she was enjoying the man's penis. "No. Keep sucking." Came his short reply. Disappointed Maria worked harder on the man then when she noticed he was beginning to breath harder she pulled back. "Do you want to have sex with me now?" "No but I'm sure you'd like me to cum on your face!" He smiled and dutifully Maria blew him until he was there then she pushed herself back and opened her mouth as he let fly. Maria was keen to show she approved of this and licked her chin and lips as the sperm hit her face. She felt confused because although she was a little upset because she was so frustrated at the same time the touch of his semen sparked a sense of excitement in her. She sat back hoping he would take her soon but the man was growing limp so she decided she needed to take action. "Let me see if I can bring this back to life!" She said to the man and the camera then she took his flaccid manhood in her mouth and began suck. She worked on him with enthusiasm until finally he began to respond. "Are you ready now?" She asked seductively. "How do you want me to take you? I bet you want it nasty." He added prompting. "Yes, yes I want you to use that lovely black cock... and take me on all fours like a dog!" With that she got into position with her knees on the floor her body across the sofa and wiggled her rear at him. He paused so she decided she needed to spice it up a little. "Come on my big dicked black man. Claim my married pussy." His touch made her jump, as bolts of excitement went through her like electricity. The man was behind her and as he slowly pushed his bare black cock into her she was hit by a wave of intense pleasure. She let out a groan and her first climax hit her so hard she couldn't stop herself arching her back. "Fuck me hard!" She begged the man as his cock did things to her that her husband never had. It was beyond anything she'd even hoped it would be and she came again only moments later. The man pulled her back so his mouth was against her ear. "Talk to the camera and tell it exactly what you're feeling and what you want!" "I'm coming!" Maria cried. "I'm being fucked by a black god and I love it! I want your cock in me always. Never stop fucking me." "Are you on the pill." He asked as if he didn't already know. "NO! I'm not!" She blurted. "I'd better stop then." He said and tried to pull out. "NO! Don't you dare! Keep fucking me! I want you to keep fucking me!" "But if I cum in you, you might get pregnant?" "I don't care! I want you to keep fucking me!" "And want me to cum inside you unprotected pussy?" "YES! Yes cum inside me put your lovely black sperm in my womb." "You really, truly want me to drop my seed inside you?" "GOD YES! Fuck me... fuck me and fill me with you lovely sperm. Empty your baby seed in me. I want it deep inside me!" The man actually laughed at this. He ruined many wives during his time with the company but for one of them to beg him to unload in her when she was unprotected and fertile was simple unreal. Of course it was also such a turn on, it pushed him quickly over the top and gripping her hips he came with a yell. "Thank you!" She responded with feeling. "For what?" "Giving me... giving me the best sex of my life." "Why doesn't your husband?" "No, he's repulsive I can't stand him touching me." She blurted this out without thinking. "But you like the touch of my black cock?" "Oh yes!" "So you won't be throwing me out now I've satisfied you?" "Oh God no! I love this... I love you" "So if I ask you to fuck me ever day you will... " "Yes! I'll say yes!" He pulled out leaving her open and dripping then with her still holding the position he went to the camera and picked it up so he could do a close up. "Do you want to say anything else Maria?" She turned her head to look back at the camera and gave a big smile. "My pussy is yours to fuck whenever you want it!" It was his turn to grin again. He finished recording then stood pulling her with him and they kissed without caring that they could be seen from the street. He lead her to the bedroom and although he was a man of fifty he knew he could do it one more time, after all that's why he was sent to the women first. "Ok, now we'll do it properly!" He stood as she lay compliantly on the bed and mounted her. Maria welcomed his manhood in her enthusiastically. He went in deep and was quickly fully home causing her to reach her next climax in seconds. Max began to make love to her. It was slow gentle and fuelled the woman's passion so that when Maria reached her second climax it was the most intense she'd ever felt. It lasted forever and she clung on to the man as he continued to pleasure her. "Good?" He asked "Oh my God Yes!!" "Is it better than Matt ever was?" "So much better there is nothing to compare! This is fantastic!" She climaxed again as she spoke pulling him deep inside her. "I never want this to stop!" "So you want more black cock?" "Yes...Oh Yes! I want it always." "Well you certainly have convinced me now although at first I was sceptical about you. Would you like me to cum in you again. "I would, I really would." Max smiled to himself and continued to do things in a slow sensuous way. He wouldn't be finished with the woman for at least another hour by which time she would probably have climaxed more times that day than in the whole of her marriage. After he'd finally finished he looked across at the woman draped across the bed. She was a really beauty and that made it all the better. She didn't know it but he'd had a vasectomy several years before, prior to his new job so she couldn't get pregnant from him. It was a pity he mused, not for the first time, he'd have loved to knock up one of these middle class women but that was for others to try now that he'd done his work. * "Introductions?" The man asked as he was let in to Maria's house. "I'm Maria." She then gave him an eager smile as she took his coat. He was certainly old, in his mid-sixties with thin grey hair and he was very overweight but that didn't matter. Maria was programmed to equate black with attractive irrespective of looks and age with pleasure; sixties meant even more pleasure than with Max who had been between her legs several times over the past three days. She stood proudly as the man ran his hands over her body pulling on her nipples before telling her in his wheezy voice to get onto her knees and welcome him properly. Maria opened his trousers and began to take him in her mouth. He was hard in seconds so after a few moments and because she was just too hot to wait any longer she sat back and asked him: "Do you want to have me?" "Sure." "How?" "On your back in your marital bed." Maria pulled out a condom (she'd practiced this on a banana as Max had suggested) she opened the packet and slid it over the man's erection. She then lay down and opened her legs. She was in heaven; she had a wonderfully mature lover who was about to fuck to oblivion only he didn't, well not just yet. The man pulled out his own camera and began to take picture of the young married white woman who was about to let him have sex with her even though they'd never met before. Maria looked at the old black man with his large belly, sweaty wrinkly paunch but saw a sexual god. "Fuck me!" she pleaded. "What?" "Fuck this married white slut. Fuck me into submission, use me as your personal whore." He was on her in moments and pushing his cock deep inside her well lubricated hole. It was great yet as they ground together she felt something was missing. "What's wrong?" The man asked. "Isn't it any good?" "It's good but..." "your husband?" "What about him?" "You love him and are feeling guilty." It was actually a key trigger question and he waited for the reply. Maria was lost in her doubts for a second then her programming kicked in: "Yes I love him. I want him to provide for me and raise my children..." she hesitated "...but, but... I won't let him inside me again. He doesn't deserve my body you do." "So what's wrong? Is the condom lubricated enough?" "It's the condom!" Maria blurted as the thought came to her. On cue the man withdrew and Maria pulled it off him so she could feel him like she'd felt Max. It was strange but yesterday as Max had finished their second day together he let her know that she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant but all that had done was left her feeling strangely let down. The difference was so marked all Maria could do was bring her legs over the man's back as she rushed to her biggest climax. Her head span as she came down from it only to find she was already going up again. Maria coupled with a man older than her father and the awful thought finally came to her: "I want to be your white whore and I want you to... to... breed me.!" With this pulled him deeply into her. "fuck a baby in me." Then just when she'd thought it was as good as it could be the man yelled that he was going to cum and his climax triggered Maria's biggest orgasm of her life. Her whole being was centred on the manhood between her legs and every spurt of cum seemed make her contract. She was finally completely and utterly satisfied, even with Max there had been something missing. Maria lay next to the man hoping he would see her again. She wanted to worship him and his cock and wanted more than anything to walk around with his black baby inside her. The man looked at the young woman next to him and couldn't help but laugh. She was looking at him with those adoring eyes almost begging him to take her again and he was happy to oblige knowing no matter what his performance she would have a simply huge climax. He'd heard a story (which he didn't know but was actually true) of the early experiments with the technology when they were running some so called training videos in a school designed to corrupt the students and turn the girls onto black men. It was said that one became a hopeless interracial slut fucking every black she met and a further seven had begun dating black men including their teacher despite being married. He'd also read about one married woman who had a compulsion to have sex with black men whenever she was in a room alone with them and another who could only get off if she did it in front of her husband. All of these things had been programmed into them and now he was in the position to request what they should do with Maria. He'd thought about simply making her come to live with him but knew deep down it would end up being more hassle than it was worth. Now being here with her he'd changed his mind anyway. This young woman was so pretty and so sweet he just knew what he had to do. Firstly he'd make sure she was pregnant then since she was already programmed to hide the race of the baby from her husband until the last week, assuming she carried it to term otherwise it would just be a delivery room surprise. He already hated the husband for being successful and looking at his pictures, a fit attractive looking man so he wanted him to be humiliated. Firstly Maria would have sex with him but make it obvious his efforts were not very good then she would begin to suggest she needed more than he could give her. He'd read the discussions on the forum about how well this programming worked so now he'd join the numerous members who used their white conquests to destroy their husbands. She would eventually persuade him to let her do other men and it would escalate from there. Maria was now six month gone but that didn't stop her interesting the Asian teenager who had come to the door to offer them a discount card for a local Indian restaurant. Matt sat gloomily as the kid sat opposite kissing and sucking on her enlarged breasts while she bounced up and down on his cock. It was the third time this week she'd had sex with someone in front of him. After he'd gone she did him but despite his best efforts she didn't seem to get a lot out of it despite insisting he continue until he came. She dragged him out that Friday again and although he pleaded with her not to she'd started flirting with the son of one of their neighbours who'd they'd bumped into in a bar. Now in a club she was making it very clear what she wanted. The teen came inside his wife as she had a massive orgasm. He told her he couldn't believe they'd just done it but she kissed him and told him he only had to knock on her door to have more. Matt showed the guy out who gave him a look which meant he'd be back very soon. It was the following week when Matt's life completely fell apart. Maria had invited some of his work colleges around for a BBQ without his knowledge so when they began to arrive he was nonplussed. Maria sweetly told him it would be fun. An hour later he watched as Maria stood kissing one of his black co-workers in front of everyone then as the evening wore on she blatantly led him away up the stairs, snatching the ipod from its dock as she went, killing the music. Matt wanted to die especially as the noise of his wife having sex quickly echoed in the now silent house as she begged the man to empty his beautiful black balls into her body. The guests stood silently too nervous and embarrassed to leave as Maria yelled louder that she loved black cock. Of course just over two months later Maria was taken in early as her waters had broken. I wasn't until he saw the distressed looks from the midwife that he knew something was wrong. The little girl was dark like her father and clearly nothing to do with Matt but Maria held her close and looking at Matt she uttered the words she was programmed to say. "This was your fault you put the idea into my head". All he could do was look blankly at his slut of a wife wondering what had happened over the last ten months.

I shouldn't have allowed it to happen. It was incredibly cruel but I became so embroiled in the `game' I was swept along with the tide. To explain: I'm not a young man being in my late forties and my wife while six years younger than me at forty two, was also no spring chicken. Being typically middle-class; with two children, a dog, a reasonable house in a good area and a huge mortgage we were happy enough if a little frantic most times. My daughter Libby was seventeen at the time while Josh was a troublesome fourteen both the usual mix of inertia and sullenness. My wife Gail was a working mother and actually usually busier than me most days although we earned about the same. We met Rachel at a party only a few doors down from our house but to be honest while she was in the thick of things I didn't actually chat to her until much later when we were both getting drinks. She was many years my junior (almost sixteen) and certainly a good deal more of an extravert than me but I started chatting with her and the three or four others staying in the kitchen She was sharp and amusing, and while I'd definitely lost the level of humour I'd had back in my own twenties and thirties (children and life wearing me down) I found her easy to talk to and began to feed off her natural wit. Soon I was quipping with her and before long we were hitting it off. We were perfectly open with each other, I chatted about my wife and she admitted she was very recently separated from her partner of eight years. It turned out she had found out he was seeing a married woman but what upset her most was the casual way he'd responded to her upset and anger. "The bastard didn't seem to care!" She said as we were left on our own, the others having gone for a bop. "Decided since we weren't even married that it wasn't a big thing! I mean fuck it, we'd lived together for eight year and I expected more from him." She paused and took a few mouthfuls of wine then added, "Although to be honest things had grown stale between us and I think we were both tired of the relationship. Fuck! I hate married women." "All of them?" I asked grinning, "Even your mother?" "Well perhaps she's exempt." Rachel responded with a smirk. "No I believe marriage is a licence to frustrate. Great for blokes because it doesn't mean a lot when you get down to it as you all think with your genitals and most men will break their vows if they get a reasonable offer. But women, it means they build up this great well of suppressed desire that they hide away. Then when the genie is uncorked, as it is on occasion, they lose all reason." "Don't have much time for people then?" I quizzed trying to understand her. "Married women really." She replied honestly. "But of course you're talking to a woman who has just been tossed away without a backward glance so I'm more than a little polarised in my views. The way I see it is that men need to be kept on their toes and marriage lets them off the hook as they don't have to try so hard but women are worse because they either give up completely, Christ there are so many sexless women all of whom are married, or they become this pressure cooker of lust and desire that when they blow take out everyone around them." "That's a little unfair. I know you've had a shitty experience but that doesn't mean all married women are shits." "You say that from a married perspective, if you had to work harder then you'd see it differently as I guess would your wife. No married women are all closet sluts most of whom have decided to go the other way and give up." After that we turned to happier topics and were laughing together when we were joined by one of the returning dancing couples. "See this one," Rachel whispered to me. "She's dressed sexy to show herself to everyone, I bet if she met the right man she'd blow." I doubted this and said so but just then my wife Gail entered the kitchen and with a wave came over to join us. The next hour we chatted and the women got on well until Gail went off to have a dance leaving me with Rachel and a guy called Tony who was clearly trying to chat her up. I made my excuses so he could have a shot at her but she followed me upstairs then waited for me to come out of the bathroom. "Sorry to stalk you but the guys a prick and I couldn't bear to spent the next half an hour fending him off." "That's ok." "Your wife's nice." "Thought you didn't like married women?" I grinned again. "Didn't say I liked her. She's a nice person is all. Rather let herself go, like you." "What's that supposed to mean?" I said looking at her smiling face. "You're both a little overweight and clearly don't seem to care that much." "It's true I suppose but we do care it's just difficult to weight watch when you're busy that's all!" "Crap. I have a busy life and I keep fit. Tell you what, join my gym, I'll give you the details, if you both work out I suspect you'll shed the pounds in no time." I looked at her and then shrugged. "I've never even been to a gym since I left college, well not in anger." "Tell you what, since you clearly need support I'll introduce you, you might even see if I can get a discount for you. I do their accounts," She added as explanation. I didn't know what to say except thanks. She then pulled out her phone and we exchanged numbers and she gave me details of a gym that was only a couple of miles from home. After that we joined the gathering in the front room and I ended up dancing with my wife and others, when I looked for Rachel a little later she was gone. It was three days afterwards she called and invited me to meet her at the gym on either of the next couple of evenings. While I was sure things would be perfectly innocent I didn't mention it to Gail but agreed to meet her the next evening. Once there she got me enrolled on a three month temporary membership basis and even insisted she pay for it since it was her idea. I wasn't sure what to do after that but I had an initial assessment the following Monday and then met Rachel there on the Wednesday. She was great encouraging and cajoling me to work hard so that by the time I left I was exhausted but feeling good. We agreed to meet again that Saturday; when my wife was doing her cookery course and after we had a drink; Rachel wouldn't let me have a beer so it was just orange juice and soda, and we chatted for a while. I'd told my wife about the gym so she knew I was going there what she didn't know was that Rachel was my companion not that there had been anything between us I just felt uncomfortable telling her. If I'm honest there was chemistry between us, we enjoyed chatting and made each other laugh so I was also guarding myself in case something did occur. It was three weeks before it happened. We did an hour at the gym and were both bathed in sweat when we stopped. Rachel then declined a shower saying she'd left her change of clothes at home before asking me to come back with her to her flat where she was going to shower and could offer me a drink. I was reluctant but let her persuade me and followed her to her nice apartment which was less than a mile away. Once inside she suggested I shower first and showed me to her en-suite before leaving. I undressed and was in the wet-room trying to work out the controls when she came in with towels. She looked at me then quick as a flash removed her T shirt and leggings then stepped in besides me. "This is the on switch." she said with a grin and pushed a button to fire up the power shower. "So's this!" She then added taking my hand and putting it between her legs. That was it and as the shower rumbled next to us we stayed clear of the downpour kissing. Rachel put out a hand and switched the water off again then rubbing my hard-on she whispered. "We'll shower later." Two minutes later we were on the bed going at it like rabbits. It's hard to give this justice but it was the best. We fitted together perfectly; we seemed to do the right things at the right time and climaxed in unison. After that we lay kissing before she easily got me aroused and we continued, this time at a slow pace, for what seemed like ages before another mutual climax. Now I could tell you about the next two months when we made love most Saturdays and virtually every Wednesday but what I will mention was Rachel's growing frustration that I wasn't `free'. Things got worse when Gail decided to join the gym and suddenly Wednesdays were off limits as well. So she became very vocal about married women again before beginning to let me know that she was going to find a way of getting my wife to `blow' and loose herself in sexual depravity. "I figure if she loses a few pounds then that will start the ball rolling." She had watched her for the first few weeks before coming over to say hi. After that Rachel spent a lot of energy coercing my wife into frequent exercise and watched with satisfaction as she shed pounds. It was nearly three months later when one afternoon as we lay together she explained quite matter-of-factly that she wanted to move in with me and to make it possible she was going to help Gail with a lifestyle change. When I quizzed her she said `watch and learn'. So it began. At first Rachel befriended my wife and as she continued to regain her former figure she got her to start to dress in younger sexier clothes, nothing blatant but showing her legs (which had always been great) a little more and accentuating her narrower waist. Of course Rachel is only five two and has a small frame so her work outs have given her a great body but Gail was a little fuller so now the pounds were falling away she got hotter and hotter. It was after she'd dropped to what I thought was about the perfect weight that Rachel started to arrange `girly nights out'. At first these were little more than drinks and a chat but after a while Rachel changed them to Friday's and they became nights out clubbing. Now Rachel wasn't alone in this she had enlisted the help of two of her long-time friends which provided the peer pressure she needed when they continued to get Gail to drop a little more weight. My wife was now actually quite skinny and that meant the girls began to encourage her to dress in club-wear as they did. Gail resisted at first but one afternoon I visited Rachel and with a giant smile showed me the `secret' clothes Gail had bought and hidden at Rachel's flat. She now had a black and white dress that was layered and sexy because it was ultra short as Rachel lay with me she explained that my wife had worn it out for the first time the Friday before with dark tights and she added that she look stunning. From then on Gail would leave me on a Friday, when they went clubbing and trip to Rachel's where she would change into something else. She added a black dress to the other one which was equally short and a little more revealing since the top was black mesh. Both dresses were fairly loose so while Gail was showing a lot of leg they weren't figure hugging. This changed when after two months of clubbing regularly the girls went out together and all bought really tight dressed including Gail. This was the start of the next phase of Rachel's project and once she'd got Gail used to dressing so provocatively they set a trap. Like Rachel, her two friends were unmarried and without partners (she said while I was `special' I couldn't be her partners until we lived together) but they knew a lot of guys and it was Tania who came up with the perfect men to do a number on my wife. Billy and Dan were black. Not only black but they were sexually aggressive men who, as several women had found out, treated white women as objects to use for their own pleasure and amusement. They knew they were attractive and that many white girls liked the idea of going black so it was easy for them to attract girls only once they had them hooked they would treat them like dirt and often force them to do things they would never have done before. Dan boasted he'd fathered six children by the time he'd turned 18 and knew of at least five more since. Billy always backed up his friend claiming he didn't keep in touch after he'd dumped a woman but he knew of three white girls who had brown babies which he guessed were his. When Tania, who had been with both men for a time but unlike most of their women had enjoyed the games they'd played with her so kept in touch, approached them and told them about Gail they jumped at the prospect of burying their cocks in a married woman. The first meeting was easy to arrange and the bumped into Tania, Rachel & Gail in a club, they danced together a couple of times before Tania slid out of the way leaving the guys with Rachel & Gail. It was just dancing and flirting that night but Rachel encouraged my wife to drink more than usual and so by the end of the evening she'd had several bump & grinds with the guys and one slow dance that ended with a brief kiss. Things could have gone wrong after that, when my wife refused to go back to the club the following week but in the end they still did a club and that gave the girls the opportunity to go to one that had many more black guys than white in it. Two weeks later at this new club Dan and Billy bumped into the girls again, this time all four were together and it was Dawn who paired off with Billy as Dan worked on Gail. Rachel gleefully phoned me the following day to let me know my wife had kissed Dan more passionately that evening and they would be moving to stage three the next weekend. This of course meant sex. So it was that Gail found herself back at Rachel's place with Dan, Billy and Dawn after an evening at a pub and then after some reluctance she allowed him to make out with her as Billy did the same with Dawn (who was quite taken by him and had already had sex they previous weekend). Rachel then dimmed the lights and made it clear she was going to bed leaving the couples kissing in her lounge. Gail went to the bathroom but when she came out Dan was waiting and steered her to the spare room when she resisted for a few minutes until his fingers slid between her legs and she gave in to him. Rachel was watching secretly as my wife allowed Dan to undress her then push his large manhood into her. Rachel told me later she was amazed both how wet Gail had become and how easily she took his large cock. Now the fun really started. Firstly Rachel had already made sure Gail was staying over so next she made sure Dan screwed my wife for ages Saturday morning when she was meant to be at her Pilate class so that she came home really well fucked. She also gave Dan our home address and numbers so Gail was unable to escape him when, inevitably she was wracked with remorse the following day. That Wednesday I was meant to be away on business but knew Dan was visiting my wife because our children were both out. I came to our house after picking up Rachel then we entered via the garage and as planned found Gail and Dan on our bed his large black cock pounding my wife as he called her some really offensive names before getting her to ask him to cum inside her, which she did. He had great staying power so we watched for over thirty minutes as Gail came several times all the while Dan kept getting her to say more and more sexually submissive statements. She was telling him she loved his black cock, that she wanted to be his married slut, that she'd fuck him anytime he called her over and lots of other things besides. Rachel was so hot listening to this we nearly ended up doing it there and then but we held back and got back to her car before she jumped me. "She's ready!" Rachel stated excitedly as we kissed. "I'll have a word with Dan tomorrow." "About what?" "Wait and see!" She responded gleefully then we drove to her apartment and fucked like rabbits again. Gail went `clubbing' that Friday which I knew was actually a visit to Dan and Billy's place. Rachel called me later. "It happened!" She shouted as soon as I said hello. "What?" "Your wife became a slut. She's still at the boy's place fucking both of them." "You're kidding!" "Nope. Dan has been suggesting a threesome with Billy after their first night together and two glasses of wine and she opened her legs for both of them. "I'm surprised." I stated honestly. "I know she's been seduced by a master but I still didn't expect this." "This is nothing babe, Dan's gonna turn your wife into a complete tramp. I need you in my bed right now, it's so frustrating!" She added with venom. "I've told him I want it done right and that I want her ruined completely however I've given him until my birthday which is another month." "A month? Will it take that long? I mean I can say she's been unfaithful now." "So have you lover! No she has to be ruined and Dan intends to do a complete number on her." So we stood back watching as events moved forward. After Gail had gone with both men they began to share her and she `popped out' for shopping several times the following week returning with a few items several hours later looking well used and try to hide her soiled clothes from me. I watched them with her occasionally when Rachel and I could arrange discrete viewing arrangements and it was clear she was completely under their spell to the point where we saw her go out with them one evening dressed in a see-through dress and heels then walk around a nearby park at dusk with old men ogling her before she rode them one at a time as they sat on a bench. Two weeks before Rachel's birthday the guys took Gail away with them. She gave me a story about an old friend who she'd made contact with via Facebook and wanted to visit her. I gave a casual yes and so she went that weekend. I knew my wife was going to be ruined forever after that but rather than warning her I simply waved goodbye before visiting Rachel. The guys promised us a DVD of Friday's events and they got it dropped over by mid-afternoon. We sat watching as Gail, eyes glazed and clearly a little high dancing on a small stage dressed in a body stocking. She then sat on a chair waiting until a huge black guy appeared and began to play with her breasts. We watched as Gail got aroused then the guy dropped his shorts to reveal a massive back cock which he go my wife to suck. After five minutes of this she stood and with a look to the side of the stage she nodded and bent forwards holding the back of the chair and the guy pushed part of his cock inside her. Gail yelled as his huge manhood stretched her wide open but he ignored her and began to push deeper and deeper. It was then that the DVD pulled back and we saw that it was being shot in a small hall and we could see seven or eight heads in front of the camera but there were probably many more. I was surprised Gail was willing to do this especially in public but Rachel replied that she was high and such a slut for Dan she'd do anything for him now. Anyway the large man fucked Gail harder and harder until she had a very large climax which brought cheers from the audience. The guy then got her to go on all fours and at this point Dan appeared and said to everyone that his new bitch was ripe for breeding and he wanted the job done good tonight. He turned to Gail and got her to tell the audience that she wanted them to plant a black bastard in her married womb. With that the large guy took her from behind again and we watched as he went at her really hard until he came deep inside her. "Don't they know she's on the pill?" I asked Rachel who gave me a look and got up. "Do you mean these pills?" She asked holding up my wife's birth control. "She's been unprotected for the last two and a half weeks. From just before her last period. She believes she's got an implant but actually it was a favour from a friend and she got nothing. Your wife is both unprotected and at her most fertile." I watched now partially in horror and partially with lust as Gail was moved onto a foam mattress before the first of those watching men took her. She was obviously really high but it was still erotic seeing her taken again and again by a queue of black men. Rachel and I had sex then stopped and watched some more before doing it again. Even after we'd done it twice my wife was still on her back taking more cock. Finally Dan came over to her and asked her if she felt like she'd been bred. She shrugged so he turned to the camera and stated quietly that she would be when she eventually got home and the DVD stopped. My children had actually become really suspicious of their mother and that weekend my daughter Libby actually asked me if I suspected her of seeing another man. I played the hurt father and said no but that I was a little worried as she had been acting rather strange. Their mother didn't appear Sunday so I played the concerned husband again and called her. After three failed attempts my mobile went and she said she was sorry but she was still at her friend's house and could she stay that night as well? I said yes then asked her if everything was ok as she sounded a little upset but she said she was having a good time and was just tired. That afternoon Rachel called pretending to visit to see Gail and stayed for dinner chatting to the children and oozing charm. I knew Libby looked up to Rachel, being smart and witty etc. and therefore when she left after slipping another DVD (with a whispered; `I'd have a strong drink handy!') Libby kept on about how nice Rachel was and the fact that she clearly liked me. I chided her saying she was just a friend of her mothers to which Libby chipped back that `her mother was always out, God knows where,' and that she'd seen more of Rachel lately anyway. It was true as she'd found several excuses to visit us recently which was all part of the plan. I sat in my bedroom (door locked) and switched the DVD on and witnessed my wife's ultimate decent. She was dressed like a hooker, fishnets heels a tiny skirt and ultra tight top that showed her erect nipples. Dancing with a man in what looked like a nightclub only the pictures were dark and not great but her outfit was so blatant that at least was clear. She kissed the guy then with a look at the camera she whispered to him and they turned and left the dance floor. The camera cut to another dance with another man and then a third then the scene changed and we saw Gail sucking the first guy off until he came then it jumped to her having sex with the second man against some sinks in what must have been the men's toilets. We also saw someone come in and watch for a while. Then it cut to my wife riding the third man as he sat on a toilet with a couple of other guys watching. She did this until the guy came and we saw her pull off the condom before giving him a kiss. The last man left and so did the onlookers after a word from Dan who was nearby as Gail got close to the camera she said for the recording, "He was white so doesn't get to breed me!" and held up the condom. There was static for a few moments and I thought it might have finished but then it started again with Gail yelling and cursing as we saw her on her back the large Blackman from the club fucking her as hard as he could. My wife was tied to the bed and it was clear from the back ground noise that the room was full of people. So I sat back and watched the guy fuck her for maybe ten minutes (I've no idea how long before the camera rolled that they'd started) then he came in her. I expected there to be a succession of men but to my surprise a large fat guy appeared and began to take out some tools which I realised was a piercing gun. It was at this point Gail looked with horror actually begged for them not to do this. I watched mouth open as the man began to start his work then the camera went black. It started up again and I saw him smiling at the camera with Billy in the background saying `good job' Then we saw my wife: her face was blotchy her eyes red with tears but it was her body that caught my attention: both nipples had surprisingly large rings in them with another in her previously untouched belly button. Her bare sex now also had a ring in the clitoral hood. They were strong looking steel circles both larger than anyone would normally wear and a lot heavier being so thick. I realised that Gail wasn't restrained now and in fact as I watched the tattooist got between her legs and pushed his small but fat black cock up her. I watched my wife as she lay back taking the cock without any objection and then I realised she was high again. The DVD ran for another twenty minutes as the fat tattooist and two other men took her before the recording stopped. "So what do you think?" Rachel asked me when I phoned her as I'd promised. "Poor Gail. She must be besides herself." "Crap!" Dan said she actually proud of her new adornments this morning." "I find that hard to believe unless she's drugged again." "No drugs just fat black cock. She actually asked the guys if she could stay another night so it's not them who are keeping her away from you!" I didn't actually believe this but in didn't matter I knew Gail would be unable to keep her secret any longer and I just wondered how she would tackle it. There was also the possibility she might have gotten pregnant but of course I knew she would get rid of it. Monday evening Gail was waiting for me and once I was out of my suit she was all over me, crying and hugging me. I tried to play the concerned husband but it was hard knowing what I already did. "What's wrong?" I asked with as much concern as I could. The children were in their rooms so we had space. "I... things ha... happened when I was away. Awful things and..." She broke down at this point and her sobbing was so heartfelt I found myself regretting what I'd allowed to happen. "Come on it can't be that bad." I stated knowing of course if anything it was probably as bad as it could get. "OH God!" She wailed. "I've... I've..." "What?!" I asked forcefully knowing she couldn't avoid a confession for long, not with her piercings which I was told had been sealed with an industrial epoxy and the only way of removing them was to cut them off which given they were made from industrial steel wasn't going to be easy. She then did something I'd not expected; she kissed me and told me she loved me with all her heart and asked that she be forgiven for doing a stupid thing. It was not quite how I'd expected it to go but it was good enough. "Darling what could be so bad?" She was now uncertain what to do but in the end she fumbled with her top and then having pulled it free she removed her bra. Tears were falling as she showed me her breasts and their new jewellery which was quite a sight. The metal was solid and heavy and her nipples were being pulled down slightly by them, they were about the circumference of a 10p piece and at least two or maybe three mil thick. They were very blatant so I didn't do what I was going to do, to pretend not to notice would have been stupid but it's what I'd intended. "Christ!" I said then added. "Why did you do it?" She shook her head. "They are well... Wow!" I tried to sound as if I thought this nothing but an impulse purchase. "I like them but do they have to be quite so large?" She gave a hiccupy sob but could only shake her head again. I fingered them then smiled and added. "You did this for me? I suppose you were copying you friend right? Where else did you get one?" My inflection was perfect and Gail went from abject horror through a sudden thoughtful look to a watery smile. "I... I was so worried you'd think me cheap." She said regaining her confidence a little. "Do you really like them? I err... wanted larger ones because they... they would, err... you will notice them more." I gave a smile. "They're great." "That's not all!" She added now getting back into her stride. She pushed the door closed then dropped her jeans and knickers. The belly ring was a little odd in shape (and explicit but I don't think she'd quite worked it out yet) but the clitoral decoration was simply unambiguous. It was basically the shape of a cock hanging down from two balls either side of the piercing. The bell end was fat and solid, the shaft really two rods that connected to each of the balls. Of course unlike the silver colour of the rings in her nipples both of these were black: The cock had a small curve so the bell end was beginning to enter her folds and while the whole thing was only 3cms long the bell end was twice as wide as the rest of it being over a centimetre in diameter and even had a small slit at the end. All in all it was really unambiguous. Her belly held a small figure that at first glance appeared to be a snake but when you looked closely it was another black cock; long and veiny and like it's clitoral counterpart it was ebony black. Gail clearly hadn't quite realised the significance of her new jewellery since she made no attempt to explain why she had a jet black cock pressing into her sex so I asked her. "Why are the cocks black?" I was looking at then carefully noting that these while not as heavy duty as the nipple rings must have been glued as well otherwise I'm sure Gail would have removed them. She was fazed by this but recovered quickly. "I though they'd show up more. You like them don't you?" She asked obviously hoping I wouldn't insist she take them out immediately. "Yes, I do. Thank you." I kissed her with my hand rubbing her slit which was still very angry looking from all the sex she'd endured but I guess she hadn't really noticed this either. She clearly didn't want me feeling how used she was because she stepped away. "Not here!" She giggled pulling up her jeans hastily. I knew she thought she'd go away with it and I let her by pretending to be hurt but let her go as she covered her breasts. I'd pretend not to see the true picture just yet because of course this was only the start. Thursday night Rachel was round helping Libby with her homework while my wife was out being fucked by several men (of course she told me it was a gym class). She came home around 1am, smelling of sex and wet with the cum of her lovers yet she seemed to think she could get away with it. It was Libby who challenged her a few days later when Gail was going out in a really short dress and heels looking more than a little tarty. She told her mother she was acting stupid and she would lose dad (me) if she carried on but my wife told her not to be so silly and left. Gail only survived two more days before her body was added to. This time she was persuaded by Dan that she fake another visit to see her `old friend' again and of course I said yes and actually asked her to bring back another memento. She called again to ask if she could stay an extra night to which I agreed knowing she was almost certainly having another session with a group of men. Then she was taken to a tattooist that Saturday and I'm told she was fucked in the chair by two men before the guy did his work then as she stood looking at her markings another three men took turns with her. The ace of spades didn't actually mean a lot to Gail and no one explained it when it was put on the small of her back and her ankle. There was also a small but well drawn Ying and Yang emblem on her lower stomach (white above black) which she seemed to find pretty but had been told it needed to be coloured properly the following week. When she returned that Sunday she was keen to show me and again and I smiled and told her they were nice although I was confused by the use of an ace. She said it didn't mean anything. I mentioned to her that her sex looked battered and her lips swollen but she pointed out that she'd lost all the hair on her sex thanks to treatment which she explained needed to be repeated in a short while to make sure it was all gone for good. She told me she knew I liked it bald so I smiled and gave another thank you. It was at the end of that week she began to suspect she might be pregnant and that was when the trap was closed on her. She told Dan she was now late but he said that was daft since she was protected fully and before she could argue he stripped her and they were fucking again. He actually told her to phone me and tell me she was going back for the rest of the hair removal the following day, if it was ok by me, which she did with him still buried deep inside her. I listened to her as she tried to keep her voice normal as he screwed her but pretended not to hear anything wrong and gave her the green light to go down that Saturday. The weekend arrived and once with Dan, Gail got high again and she found herself back at the tattooist who claimed he needed to finish his colouring work. Gail was so lost in a daze she didn't even clock that things were rather different when she was dropped home still in a bit of a fog and having not had any time to clean herself up. Firstly the Ying and Yang had indeed been amended but now what had been simply a couple of curved markings were now a white woman over a black man with the black man's (overlarge) cock visible between the woman's red lips. It was very well done and so graphic you couldn't mistake it for anything else. She also had another ace on her shoulder. Somehow they'd changed her clitoral jewellery from the three cm pendant to one that was twice the size curving into her sex where it nestled inside her folds. I couldn't see it when I found it for the first time but the bell end was 2 cm diameter. Rachel was home with me when Gail came to the door. I went out and asked her what was wrong but she babbled about being a little drunk so I brought her to the lounge and left her sitting. I asked her to show me what she'd had done this time and after a pause she did not actually aware of just how blatant her markings actually looked, and of course she still had a very soiled pussy. She sat as I stared and asked her what she meant by it which she shrugged and said it was just a symbol. I disagreed and fetched Rachel. Gail went to cover up but Rachel pulled her clothes away. "Oh my God you absolute slut!" She remarked. "How dare you!" Gail said going red. I can have a little tattoo if I like, Mark likes them. " "Not this one he doesn't! Do you?" "Not really." I responded as Gail's expression froze. "I mean it's so hurtful. I tried to overlook the black phallus you had hung last week but now frankly you might as well have taken a two page add in the paper!" "I don't understand?" She was looking down at herself and seemed to notice the size of her new clitoral jewellery for the first time. "Come off it Gail! I guess I was trying to pretend it wasn't happening but you've gone too far! You have this... this picture of you sucking a black man and a black cock pushing into your sex which I might add is not only puffy again but clearly soiled!" "And those disgusting ace tattoos!" Rachel added. "Why are they disgusting?" I asked as Gail went to speak but stopped to listen, dread on her face. "I've seen it before. Someone told me that on a white woman it's the international symbol for interracial acceptance." "What?" I asked sounding confused. "The wearer is advertising their desire to have sex with black men." Rachel then pointed to the clitoral pendant and let out a gasp. "It's a black man's cock!" She stood back as Gail rose and tried to leave the room but I pushed her back down and said I'd better look. I pulled it and the end swung free of her slit, attached to a string of semen which hung disgustingly between the bell end and her labia. "Oh my God! That's cum!" Rachel yelled loudly. "Oh! Gail! I thought these were for me! Rachel's right isn't she? This was done for some black guy." I went to leave but Rachel held me back. "Wait don't you want to here her story?" "Why? It will be full of lies." "You have to at least hear her out." She gave Gail an encouraging look which only confused her more but at that moment the door flow open and in came Libby who seemed to take in the whole situation in about a second. "Oh Mum!" She wailed looking really sick. Gail had closed her legs and was covering herself up with her loose dress a little too late to conceal the cock jewellery that had just slipped from my fingers. Libby had missed the graphic cartoon above her mother's sex, but saw the ace on her shoulder and already knew that she had one on her ankle. "I can't believe you got another one put on!" She exclaimed. "You must know what it means!" She then added, "but of course you do given that... that thing you are wearing!" "Libby please leave us alone for a few minutes." "Why should I?" "Because your dad wants to sit down and talk to your mother in private." "That'll be a first. She spends more time out than at home nowadays. Guess we know what she'd been up to all this time..." "Libby!" I shouted. "That's enough, she's still your mother now leave us." Rachel nodded and tried to steer here out of the door saying soothing words as she went but Libby turned aside. "You're disgusting! You're no mother to me, Rachel is more of a mother than you are." With that she finally left. Gail started to sob quietly as her predicament finally hit home. "I guess I've been trying to turn a blind eye to this in the hope it would go away but it's not possible now is it?" Gail shook her head but then asked for forgiveness. I told her to let me know the truth about what was going on and she finally relayed the story of her seduction, edited and a lot less intensely sexual than I'd heard it had been. After it was completed I told her that it was now impossible to try to forget the events given the very graphic tattoo she now wore plus the open invitation to black men she had all over her body. This caused a fresh wave of tears. I added that if she wanted to leave to stay with one of her black lovers I wouldn't stop her. She shook her head and replied it was not like that they were not lovers just people she'd had sex with. "I can't see the distinction." I said coldly then told her she best sleep in the spare room. Gail slept alone that night sobbing quietly. Rachel stayed and we had great sex although we were sensible enough to make sure she was seen to be on the put-me-up in the study. The following morning after a confession from Gail, Rachel went out and bought a pregnancy test which proved positive. She was now distraught but Rachel explained to her that she was aware that no form of birth control was 100% however from what she knew of the patch it was only suspect if the person indulged in an awful lot of sex usually with multiple partners. It was of course complete lies but Gail went white and Rachel then had a quiet womanly talk with her during which she whispered a confession about her weekend antics. She did not give explicit details but admitted to having been with several men. I refused to let Gail mention termination after her first pronouncement that she'd `get rid of it' and said it was something that needed to be considered. It was then she had to admit that the baby was 100% certain to be black to which Rachel asked her just how many black men she'd been with the past few weeks but my wife didn't reply. It was towards the end of the week that Gail asked me to help her sort out the mess she was in. She begged me to forgive her but I said I couldn't so she then asked if I could help her remove the `awful' jewellery as she was unable to herself. I then told her I felt she should keep it to remind her of what had occurred but she replied that her shameful tattoos did that already. I said that if she wanted to remain under my roof then they had to stay. She cried for ages but agreed although she begged me to help her with the termination. It was Rachel who did this. She was with us almost every day counselling Libby and helping to keep things going (and allowing me to sleep with her) acting as our guiding angel. Libby was now so taken with her she asked me twice in private if I liked Rachel. When the second time I agreed she was nice she asked me if I thought she was attractive and I said of course. After that Libby spent her time mentioning how great we were together and even began to be a matchmaker in front of Gail who reacted angrily at this but Libby rounded on her and asked her waspishly if she'd been with any black guys today. My wife gave her a slap for that which made her rush away in tears telling her she hated her and she wanted dad to be with a woman he deserved not a slut! Rachel then turned on Gail stating she had no right to react like that because she (Gail) was to blame and frankly she had been a slut so hitting Libby didn't change that fact. As my wife sat with fresh tears falling Rachel went up to see Libby and I knew that we were now close to where we wanted to be. So it was that Rachel helped Gail get her abortion but also arranged that she end up meeting Dan a few days before for a shoulder to cry on and despite all that had gone on she was easily seduced by him and they had sex again. Rachel then made sure Dan knew to visit her again a week and a half after the procedure when they made love once more. Now it was time and with Gail beginning to fall back under the spell of Dan I began to drop hints by actions or conversation that I was beginning to fall for Rachel but also made it clear I was of course too decent a person to take it further as indeed was the case with Rachel. Eventually Rachel arranged with Dan to organise a surprise evening for Gail with several men which she of course once she was high she spread for them all. The following week Dan let her know he was sorting out similar events only he'd get some of the guys to pay for it. He told Rachel that although Gail got angry about it she was hotter than ever when they made love and whispered she'd go through with it as long as he didn't think her a real whore. Dan got Gail to have sex with three men the next Friday two of whom he told her had paid for it. Then when the group organised for the Saturday night apparently fell through she was persuaded to go with Dan to be with the one guy left, at his hotel room. When Dan stood with her at the door he whispered for her to not to forget to collect her money then left as the guy opened it. So that night she had sex for money. The next requirement was for Rachel to begin to control her and this was surprisingly easily achieved: Dan began to get Gail to see men for money although they were actually men he knew who had great sexual prowess and the fee was supplied by us. It meant Gail was having simply great sex when she thought she was on the game which only went to make her want to do it more. Then he quite suddenly Dan dropped her meaning she was now without anyone to turn to for sex and that is when Rachel stepped in. She cornered her when I was out one night and told her she'd seen her going into one of the local hotels and guessed what she was doing so had asked Dan. Gail was silent when Rachel explained that she felt sorry for her especially since Dan had decided not to see her anymore. Rachel somehow got Gail to confess that she'd enjoyed her time with these men so Rachel looked at her and said she had a confession of her own. She then said she was falling for her husband (me) and how about they help each other. After some debate Gail agreed that since she'd not been intimate with me for a long time and was sleeping in the spare room, that she'd let Rachel have a shot for me if in return Rachel organised some men for her. It sounds daft but Gail actually said thank you and that was that. Rachel and I went out on a date that Friday the same night as Gail went to a house a few miles away and slept with a black man for money. She didn't know it but that was her first real time as a prostitute. After that Rachel placed lots of ads for Gail as an escort and also listed her on interracial websites as a white married submissive. She was keen to make it clear Gail was willing to be used by black men as a sex object Rachel worked hard to make sure my wife had a string of jobs as well as being involved with some really wild sex sessions. Rachel moved into our house and my bed a few weeks after the discussion. Libby was thrilled and my son accepting. Three months on and Gail had a string of black bulls who used her as a rag doll when she went over to see them. She was escorting most weekends but during the week the bulls would play with her and the mess she was in when she came home was shocking. Yet bizarrely she is happy as am I

It was a simple thing really. That was at first anyway, I wanted retribution and humiliation, for my husband that was. The simple facts were; he'd cheated. OK it was a little more complex than that but I wasn't concerned with the excuses I wanted revenge. So I got it and then some. The cheating happened one Sunday afternoon when we visited the local pub. My husband, the father of our two daughters, caught the eye of Sue the tart behind the bar who, I guess was feeling in the mood. Anyway basically she flirted with him when he was at the bar getting drinks, which was a little annoying as I was only a few paces away shepherding the kids. Now I have to guess but I suppose with every patron outside and her alone looking after the back bar she was bored. When Geoff went to order food I suspect she did a number on him which wasn't difficult because she was strutting about in short shorts and a loose top, so showing a lot to everyone. Sue's in her mid thirties and divorced so happy to flaunt her body about (have to admit she has a good body) and I know for certain she's had a number of relationships with the punters over the past couple of years and Geoff was now on her hit list. Anyway after ordering the food, which seemed to take an age, he sat chatting but when Sue delivered our meals personally, unusual because the kitchen staff normally do this, I was certain she flashed her tits at him. Now I was angry but this didn't help because Geoff was playing dumb and I was made to feel foolish. I then made a big mistake and when he offered another drink I said no waiting until he got another pint before telling him I wanted to go home. So after a rather stupid exchange I left him chatting to some other friends of ours as I took the children home. He didn't return after an hour and he didn't answer his mobile but with the girls happily playing in the garden it was difficult to go check on him. Anyway it was almost two hours later he appeared and his attitude made me very suspicious. As soon as I got close I realised he reeked of her perfume and I went wild. We had a row and he denied everything only of course not only was he smelling of her I could see some faint lipstick smudges which he found impossible to argue away. I hit him, screamed at him and told him to go which he did but only as far as the car on our drive. I tried to pull it to together so the girls weren't too upset then after an hour of sitting crying I made some tea for them and began the bedtime routine. After they were tucked in bed I went out to the car and knocked on the window. Geoff wound it down and I asked him calmly to come into the house. We sat silently for several minutes then I started. I was calm and controlled and explained he smelled of her perfume (stank would have been closer) and he was had her lipstick on him. He again denied it so I asked him to prove it by getting out of his clothes so I could look at them. After some arguments; it was silly, I was being ridiculous etc. he complied and that was when he realised his boxers had cum marks on them and the base of his cock had smudges of the same pink lipstick. So what to do? I was calm and told him I understood why it happened but needed him to admit it. Of course we still had prevarication but eventually he admitted she'd come on to him and given him oral sex only that was a lie as well. I ignored this and asked if he'd used a condom since she was having sex with many blokes but he went back to the blow-job story. Now this was the crossroads and I simply insisted I'd forgive him but only if he came clean and pointed out that I needed to come to terms with this and trust him and also that frankly she wouldn't have just wanted oral sex she was the one keen to do it. Finally he admitted she seduced him and begged forgiveness. I was the queen of cool and said that while I would try to that he owed me and I would want payback. He was all over me then but I suggested that he sleep in the spare room and since he was not trustworthy yet he would have to do what I told him. He agreed. Now it's weird to say this but I felt empowered and in control, sure I was hopping mad, but I knew from Geoff's reaction he was desperate to do anything to keep me so I could devise whatever retribution I wanted. It was the following day that I made up my mind to make his life a living hell. I had no wish to forgive him and every time I thought about it I got angrier and angrier. So I decided to become as cruel as I could to him and punish him for as long as I could get away with it. The first part had already happened; he was in the spare room, the second was something that came to me that lunchtime when I was thinking that it was hard to control his dick if he wanted to put it places he shouldn't. Simple I realised, deny him that option. I went online and began to look for the item in question and while I did this I began to hit some rather explicit sites. This got me thinking further. Anyway I made Geoff do a lot of housework and treat me well for the next week or so until it arrived. The cock cage was basically a plastic and metal device that fitted around the base of his balls with a tube that slid over his cock then bent it so he couldn't get hard. It was then locked with a key. Geoff was quite upset when I showed it to him but when he refused to put it on I told him to leave and not come back as clearly he was going to sleep with someone else again. That started a row but I was in control and eventually he let me put it on him; for a day or two, so he thought. That evening I got him to please me with his tongue. It was fun knowing that he was having difficulties down below as I got excited and I made him do me for an hour, with three really good climaxes then sent him back to the spare room. My next humiliation was to insist he let me tie him to the spare bed so I could sit on his face until I wanted to stop. Again he complained but was more obliging this time and allowed it to happen that night. I made sure he ate me for ages then I left him to go back downstairs him cursing under his breath (so he didn't wake our small children) and I kept him there for another two hours. This was repeated several times over each of the next few weeks only I now had sets of handcuffs which I used on him. Then one Saturday the children were at my mothers for the afternoon and I really did a number on him: I made him kneel in the lounge naked; cuffed hand and feet as he ate me for about an hour, me watching the TV. Then I made him hop to the toilet and I had a pee only after I'd finished I got him to clean me with his mouth. He looked upset but didn't say no. he kept asking me if he was getting out of the cage but I said he was still on parole. I still felt he needed to be punished much more and it was during the purchase of the cuffs and cock cage I'd seen some pretty wild stuff including cuckolding sites. So now I was considering making Geoff suffer as I had, only he would have to see it unfold and know he could do nothing to stop it! The more I thought about the more it appealed to me both emotionally and sexually then the thought came to me, if I did it why not with a black man? It wasn't that either of us were particularly racist but there are so many rumours about black men; size of cock and the suggestion that black sexing is addictive so if nothing else I knew it would be especially hurtful to Geoff. I would also make sure if possible the guy was hung and make a big play of the `once you go black...' thing. So I decided this would be the retribution I was seeking but how to make it happen? As it turned out it was simple; I found a contact site and looked at a few men then without letting Geoff know why he was doing it (he thought it part of his continued humiliation) I got him to take some shots of me in a bikini and a few naked then I sent them off to two different men. Their replies included some shots of their cocks and I was able to see that one of them was really hung so he was going to be the guy. I then made the arrangements, surprisingly without any second thoughts. I told him about Geoff and how I wanted payback and he agreed to stay over and make the whole scene really upsetting for him. Geoff had no idea what was going on when two weeks later I arranged for the girls to have a sleepover at their granny's for two nights only I think he knew that, still being in his cage (seven weeks now), he was going to be punished again. That Friday I dressed really sexily (I'm not bad looking) and had spent a small fortune having my hair done and getting a makeover. I looked good in a new short dress, hold-ups and heels plus the feeling of a body stocking under it. Geoff got naked and I put him in a chair in our bedroom cuffed so he was immobile then I left him for an hour before returning to gag him. I then told him what was about to happen although I don't think he believed me not even when I put the pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet. Anyway fifteen minutes later the bell sounded and his face dropped. "My new lover's here!" I said sweetly then left him to answer the door. The guy was quite a bit older than me, I was twenty seven he was late forties but fit and strong looking. He gave me a big smile and said hi. Once inside we kissed tentatively then had a drink in the lounge. We chatted for a while before he said he'd come here for more than just chat so I said ok let's go to bed! Geoff looked shocked when the guy came in and we began to kiss. His hands were all over me and my dress was soon off. He loved the body stocking and popped the poppers at the gusset then petted me for a few minutes (I was really wet) then asked me to undress him. When I pulled down his trousers his boxers came as well and there stood a cock that was several inches longer and fatter than my husband's! I held it then with a look at Geoff said: "Is this what Sue did?" before sucking on it. I gave oral for five minutes as he removed the rest of his clothes then he told me it was time and I kicked off my heels and got on the bed. Now this was the sexiest part. We kissed and he got on me then with Geoff jumping up and down on his seat I looked across and let the man push his cock into me slowly as I stretched out. God he was big! I slowly grew used to it and then he began to drive deeper and I realised I was going to climax. My first orgasm was huge and I couldn't help yell as it hit me. Then he went to the hilt and I felt him pushing past my cervix which actually hurt quite a bit but I was soon getting close again and held him to me as I hit my second orgasm. Geoff was still going mad but I just looked across and said; "So this is what you did with Sue isn't it?" Now the guy was getting a head of steam and it was only as he began to pant hard I realised he didn't have a condom on. I somehow managed to get him to stop then stuck one on his angry looking erection; the pre-cum and my slime made this easier than might have been as it was a little too small. He felt good back inside me so I urged him to cum as we raced to a mutual climax. I was on a high for ages enjoying being sexed by a stranger in front of Goff plus being black it felt even more taboo. We lay together kissing and I said thank you to him several times before we got up. I told Geoff I'd remove the gag if he behaved, and when he nodded I did. "Now listen! Mike is staying with us and will be sexing me. If you don't want to sit here all that time you must promise not to shout, get angry or threaten to leave and if you do go don't ever come back! If you can behave then you will be released although I'd like your wrists cuffed just in case." "I'll behave." He stated flatly. "Good." I let him out and he dashed for a pee then after I'd let him dress he allowed me to cuff his wrists again. I gave Mike, Geoff's favourite shirt and shorts to wear while I wore his favourite jumper, like a very short dress, making a small stain on it as my damp sex leaked. We sat watching a porn DVD which I'd purchased especially for the evening which of course had a white woman having sex with a black man. Once we got hot Mike wanted to take me again so I rolled on a condom then let him do me on all fours in front of Geoff who despite looking as if he was going to be sick, said nothing. This time I had just one orgasm but it was really powerful. Bedtime was fun; I insisted Geoff sleep in the spare room his ankle cuffed to the bed which meant the next day, after I'd had sex with Mike again I had to release him before he had an accident. That day was actually quite quiet; Mike slobbed about but neither of us wanted sex so in the end he went home to change and I finally had a shower. Geoff then asked me why I'd done this since it was way beyond a single drunken act of his but I pointed out he had cheated on the whole family while I was simply getting even. So we had a silent afternoon until Mike turned up about seven and it started over. This time it was raw sex and he was very, very physical. I came several times but he didn't so we stopped and had a shower together and this turned into a sex session. We stopped and dried each other; I was a little surprised he had wilted but I blew him and we went at it again on the bed for ages until he called a stop after my third climax and we went down for some food. That night I made Geoff watch us do it again then sent him to the spare room (not cuffed this time) before sleeping. I was woken with Mike hammering at me which he did for a while until I asked if he was wearing anything. He said oops and suggested we stop and have breakfast then do it one last time before he left. After breakfast Mike and I showered again and once more we did it, Mike going at me quite hard although I said he needed to stop well before he came. After we paused, he soaped me down and I him, then we cleaned ourselves off before drying and going back to the bedroom. I blew him again and feeling like a prostitute I rolled on the condom helping it down his cock with my mouth before we made love one final time. I let him out with a kiss and a thank you then went up to Geoff and to his surprise I undid the cage. His cock looked rather puny but I massaged it and it rose until he was fully hard then I whispered to him that if he ever did anything like that again I would leave him forever. I then made love to my husband heedless of the fact he wore nothing and we both came hard very quickly. Things should have been settled after that but they were not. To my utter surprise Geoff kept on and on about watching me with the black guy and how he'd seen the guy's bare cock up me that first time and had been desperate to tell me before he came in me. After the forth or fifth time I asked him if he's been turned on watching the guy using me and he whispered "yes, a little." Now that was both a shock and a turn on because clearly the sex had a great effect on me and for the next two days we talked about just how erotic it had been and I told Geoff in various different way that I'd loved having a black cock up me. So it was, that just three days later Mike visited again (he was really eager when I called) and Geoff, (without the cage) watched and tossed off as the black man took me, fucking me really hard. The really sexy thing was he was only wearing a condom for the final five minutes having pulled out just before he went over the top. I was now unsure about how I felt being sexed by another man because it was actually unbelievably good and I loved it! In the end after Mike went home I confessed this to Geoff who smiled and said `good' because he found it the hottest thing, as long as I still loved him, which I told him honestly that I did. So Mike enthusiastically returned that Friday only this time the girls were with us so he crept into our bedroom and we locked the door before he did me. Once again I let him take me for about thirty minutes before the condom went on; It might have been a problem if he'd been unable to hold back but he seemed to keep very good control. I had a huge climax as did Geoff, twice! Because I liked it so much Mike and I made love in the shower the next morning and just like before he stopped before he climaxed and we soaped each other down sensuously then dried off before heading to the bed to start again. It was a really fantastic thing to do and I loved it. There was a problem that morning however as Maddie our five-year old had woken and tried to get into our room while we were in the shower and after banging on the door Geoff was forced to let her in, meaning Mike and I were trapped in the en-suite. Geoff managed to persuade our eldest to set breakfast with him (although she really wanted to see mummy in the shower) and they took our two-year old with them. Now bizarrely Mike was even hornier after this and insisted he simply had to have me with the door open which strangely got me very excited as well. I did the prostitute condom thing on him before went at it one last time for nearly thirty minutes. After we finished he willingly slid down the stair and out the front door with a quick kiss and a `see you next week'. I went to find the family and had breakfast feeling very content. Mike did visit, yet again, the very next weekend; for the day on Saturday. This time the children were at Geoff's parents so it was more relaxed. I dressed to thrill and he took me on all fours again in the front room. I even blew my husband that afternoon before Mike suggested we have another sensuous shower which I happily did. This time as we lay on the bed he was very gentle with me and spent ages sexing me which gave me a major climax. Geoff and I then had great sex once he'd gone, me doing my pro-condom thing (as I did often now) and I loved it, getting to yet another orgasm the fifth or sixth of my highly sexed day. Geoff was really surprised when I told him I didn't want to see Mike again. I explained I didn't want any complications and I just got the feeling that it might if we continued like this and I loved my husband so just wanted sex, raw with no strings. There was a discussion to be had with my husband and I wasn't sure how he would feel about it since I was now definitely hooked and realised `once you go black you never go back' really does have some basis after all. It is a heady cocktail; size and the taboo nature of interracial sex between a married white woman and a black guy. Geoff was actually really cool about my wish to continue to indulge so we agreed that I'd try to find another man by the same means as before and he'd be ok about it. This time Geoff took pictures of me dressed for sex and playing with myself then I fired the emails off; it was still only the Monday after Mike's final visit. Things gathered pace really quickly and I had three to select from by Wednesday only when I chose one and asked him over he was not around for a while so I went with number two the next weekend. He arrived and was far more physical than my first lover and I guess felt I was just a piece of meat for him to fuck. That was fine and we did it twice before he left and I then gave Geoff his turn enjoying it all quite a lot. The next week was number ones turn and he was different again. He wanted it slow and sensuous and loved giving me oral sex which drove me wild. He got me to climax loads of times and I was really shattered after over two hours of hot sex which had the added stimulus of Geoff taking pictures of me as I gave my married pussy to a virtual stranger. Geoff and I were making love more than before which only went to show it was good for his sex life as well as mine. I must confess however I was beginning to fantasise about stranger sex and even had dark thoughts about one or two men I saw when I was out, not that I did anything. I found out I was pregnant the very next week having missed my period and knew at once how it had happened; namely after my first time with Mike when Geoff had taken me with no rubber. I was actually pleased as we wanted another although it rather put paid to our new sex life. Geoff however suggested that if I wanted to I could have a little uninhibited fun for the next few weeks before I was showing and I thought this a fantastic idea. I invited each of the men I'd been with in turn and it was really great, especially as Mike was happy to go without condoms (although the other were not) and Geoff took a couple of `after' shots with my sex dribbling sperm. I'd taught my husband a lesion which as it turned out had become a lifestyle for a short while. Once I was showing I didn't feel like being with anyone but Geoff as I was feeling mumsy again so this was a natural end point. Mike, who had been over three times since I'd found out I was pregnant was more than a little disappointed as he told me he got a real buzz having sex with a married white woman in front of her husband especially when the kids were in the house as well. Mike kept in touch and tried to stay friends with us although I never had sex with him however on one occasion when I was about seven months gone he popped over and was having a beer with us, when he looked over and said that until now he'd never realised before just how sexy pregnant women were. I said don't be ridiculous but he asked Geoff what he though and my husband agreed. Mike then asked if we had any pictures of me like this and when we said no he persuaded Geoff to get the camera and took a few shots of Geoff and I together. It was weird but he then said I should show my belly properly and after a `go on' from Geoff I undid the front of my dress from just under the breasts and let it fall either side of the bump. I was sitting on Geoff's lap as Mike took pictures of him holding my bump. These weren't sexual but rather fun never the less. I was a little uncertain when Mike asked to have picture of him rubbing the bump as well but Geoff said ok and so I sat on his lap and he held me for a few minutes until I got off. Actually it was fine and he didn't take liberties but he still got me damp though I never told either of them. So my life was fine, well for a while until the baby appeared and was jet black. The shock was to say the least really hard to take for us as we knew that it was both our faults but didn't know how overcome this one. In the end we lied to family and friends that Geoff couldn't give us a boy so had used donor sperm and there had been a mix-up. It was weak and not over convincing mainly because we didn't seem to believe it but the more you say a lie the more it feels like the truth and so it became easier. However Mike visited me in hospital to deliver some flowers then took one look at the baby and with a smile declared he had always know the baby was going to be his! He then told me that he would insist he be put on the birth certificate. The boy had his features plus the other two men had only made love to me one day each before I was pregnant so it seemed likely besides when I thought about it I'd taken a few risks with Mike. Geoff was really little put out by this but Mike suggested he would get a DNA test to prove it if we didn't consent and then make sure the world knew what had gone on. It was such an embarrassing thing to admit to so in the end we agreed to it just to stop him. There were other issues to face as a consequence which we didn't consider at that moment but just let it proceed. No sooner was I home from hospital than Mike claimed his right to access to the baby. It was awkward but we had little or no choice (he told us he'd bring it to court if he didn't) so we relented and said ok, besides as we were only too aware the child really was his. To convince our friends and family we faked letters from solicitors before pretending to have meeting to examine our options about the mistake. We then told everyone that the disclaimer we'd signed covered this so we were stuck but added that anyway we loved our new son. We were so convincing all our friends seemed to believe it and as long as Mike played ball we would be ok. Mike came over most Saturdays and was sweet with his son but he was also very sexual towards me. He brought me flowers and the occasional gift and despite my resistance he worked on me; we would always kiss goodbye, at first just a peck but these became a little more prolonged. He kept up a dialogue of sexual talk and this was impossible to be immune to since I'd been intimate with the man over many months. One day when I guess he realised I was more vulnerable his kissed lingered, in fact we kissed two or three times. The next week he gave me a deep kiss when he arrived then after he'd spent time with Josh he gave me a gift which I opened to find a white baby-doll style nightdress set. It was silk and looked expensive so I said wow and kissed him. It was stupid because it became very prolonged and then he asked me in a sexy voice if he could see me in it! Geoff and the girl's were out and I had a choice but in truth he'd got me with my defences down and I slipped away returning in the outfit. The nightdress was very short coming just in line with my crotch so the silk panties were on full view. They had a little heart on them that matched the motif on the front of the top. Of course here I was standing like this in front of my former lover knowing that as soon as I'd agreed to show him, we were going to make love again. I'll be honest here that I'd been thinking about sleeping with him again for the past couple of weeks as he'd been pushing all the right buttons. Geoff knew that Mike was pushing to become intimate again and despite his urging me not to get too close to the man he knew I eventually would and even said so a few nights in bed. Because of this I didn't tell Geoff immediately which made me feel like a real adulteress but of course when Mike expected sex the very next week I couldn't say no but decided to make Geoff aware of what was going down. In fact I text him to say I hoped it was ok but Mike would be spending the afternoon with me. Geoff was a big boy so would know what this meant It was only three weeks later that Geoff sat once again as Mike kissed me and then with a sly glance at him suggested I blew him. I gave Geoff a look then asked if he was still cool about all this which he said he was and frankly we'd talked about nothing else in bed for the past few days. Anyway I got onto my knees and after ten minutes, we were both getting really hot, I let him undress me and once again we did it in front of Geoff. I was thankfully the girls were both at a party. Mike made it clear he expected some access to me frequently from now on and then added that not only did he know I liked having sex with him but we both needed him to play ball about the baby's conception. I tried to sound confident and relaxed about it but we all knew the situation was Mike's to control. Then he told us that he wanted things to `change a little'. His first demand to keep my sex free from hair which meant shaving. It was quite a strange feeling after I did it walking about but, as I suspected he knew, it made me feel a little turned on especially when he also got me to wear thongs and thin lacy knickers. He then sent me links to internet shopping sites getting me to buy clothing that was sexy and in some cases highly revealing. Geoff wasn't happy although in truth he got off after every encounter with Mike and I think he liked the fact that I was being sexually manipulated by the man. We had sex for several weeks me turning up and spending time with him in his bedroom. I was dressing in shorter skirts and flimsy clothes but I also had some that I kept at his place to change into if he wanted me to look more tarty. On his birthday I changed into a short summer dress and heels but without anything else. It made me feel really turned on but to my horror Mike had friends turn up to watch some sport and I spent all my time trying not to flash my bare pussy at them which was difficult as the dress was mid-thigh. After they left he put two fingers in me and laughed when he found I was gushing telling me I was such a slut. Four months into our latest affair he told me he wanted me to get my nipple pierced and to have the hair on my pussy permanently removed by electrolysis. I said a flat no but the very next afternoon he was camped on my doorstep while I had three mums over for coffee. To get him to leave (they, like everyone else, would have vanished from my life if they new the real truth about Josh) I agreed to do it and even have my nipples pierced that weekend. Having agreed to this and the last request that on Saturday I come alone and stay over, I had to let Geoff know and of course he was unhappy but simply asked me to be careful. I felt like a whore standing in Mike's bedroom the next weekend dressed in a stretch outfit that had cut-outs so my newly pierced nipples were on display as was my sex which had received the first of three treatments a couple of days before. He kissed me and playing with me then before I could say anything we were at it and he'd erupted in me before I could yell 'condom!' "No point using them now!" he stated grinning. We spent all night having sex bareback and although I shouldn't have I enjoyed it rather a lot. I went home full of his cum feeling really guilty but at least this time I knew what he'd done so got the morning after pill which saved me from any further embarrassment. I agreed to go away for the night with Mike a few months later although I wasn't that upset over the prospect if I'm honest. The night away was of course high risk and as soon as I arrived at his place I knew it was a mistake. Firstly my overnight bag and handbag were discarded (along with the condoms I'd bought in case he `forgot') and I was ordered to dress in my semi see-through top, which showed my nipple rings a little too much with a pair of tight shorts which as always gave me a camel toe. I also wore my knee length boots. He played with me through my shorts as we drove away so despite trying to stop him I had a stain at the front. I thought we were heading for a hotel which would mean some serious embarrassment running the gauntlet of reception. An hour later were in another large town and within a large high-rise estate. I became very nervous but Mike said it was fine then escorted me to a third floor apartment from which I could here several male voices inside. I stopped Mike and begged him not to do whatever he had in mind (which I figured was to share me with some of his friends) but he laughed and said I was going to have the fucking of a lifetime then dragged me to the doorway. Inside there must have been at least seven black guys some looking really mean and one who made me shudder just to look at him. Now Mike is middle class so these men were very different to him so I stood watching as he chatted to one of them who seemed to be having a small argument with him but eventually they shook hands and as one of the men grabbed my arm Mike left with a `have fun!' Now I'm not going to go into much detail here because frankly I don't remember half of it. This was more or less rape, ok less because I was dressed slutty and my shorts were saturated with my own juices but I really didn't want this. They sat me down and told me that I could have it easy or hard. Easy meant I wouldn't say no, argue, cry or complain and do just as I was told, then I would be treated nice and they'd just fuck me and ask for a little oral. The hard way, they said, meant I would still get fucked but there would be no holes barred, if I got their drift and would not be treated well at all. One of them mentioned water sports which made me blanch so without thinking about what might happen that night I said. "I'll be good." They took turns with me that afternoon and evening passed around from man to man and this continued overnight. The men rotated so that while there were usually a number in the place the faces changed. I had sex so often and got no rest that I could remember; if I wasn't having sex I was giving oral. Surprisingly and very thankfully they all used condoms, it was something I'd heard Mike asking for, which was a big relief but despite getting through a whole bottle of lubricant I was still quite sore by mid-morning. I never saw a white face in all that time but they were true to their promise as no one was rough with me except a few times when I had my hair pulled while I was sucking a cock which hurt but actually considering just how much I went through they were good to me. Then that all changed. I was in the bedroom taking a youngish guy for what must have been the fifth time since I'd arrived when I heard the voices of many people. I could see out of the bedroom door and noticed there were lots of men coming in and out of the house looking at me and laughing. The man I was with wouldn't answer me when I asked what was going on and I couldn't guess as it didn't look like any of them were staying more than a couple of minutes. Then it happened; the scary guy came in and told me to lie still as they weren't going to hurt me but I had to be a good girl so I did as asked and my ankles were fitted with straps then a rope attached to them and it was hung over a hook in the ceiling. The rope was pulled so my legs were raised and my rear was off the bed. They then piled cushions under me so I was not as uncomfortable. Then a man came in who acted like he was a medical clinician and pushed what looked live a hollow dildo into me (easily as I was still lubricated and also of course stretched rather) then he told me it was a funnel.. Another man stepped forward passed him a beaker and after massaging my lower stomach just above my sex for a few minutes he poured what he informed me was a plastic cup of sperm into me. It was filled then the man began to gently rub me around where my womb is and as I watched his face he grinned and said "see, told you her body would suck it up." He then topped it up and began to work my abdomen again gently before repeating the top up, I was now full. Eventually after I'd had a bout of screaming cramp and yelled out (I'd been a good girl and kept quiet the whole time) the man returned massaged my ankle until the pain eased then did some more massage of my womb before telling me it had all been taken in. He carefully removed the tube and stuck a wide but short rubber plug in me. I was left like this for perhaps half an hour then finally taken down and ordered to dress in a pair of my leggings and a t-shirt which I guess Mike had left behind. The plug was uncomfortably large and I was still a little sore but I was marched to another apartment where I was allowed to pee. I inspected the plug but it was stuck firmly in place and anyway I was under orders to keep it in. Back in the front room I dosed off in a chair for an hour before being woken to perform oral sex on a couple of guys. Mike arrived during this so waited before taking me home. As we drove away he asked me if I'd had a fun break but I said nothing until he pointed out I could either be dropped at the end of my road as I was (reeking of sperm and sweat with dried cum all over) or talk to him and he'd take me back to his place first. "OK, I'll talk." I replied. "So do you know how many men fucked you?" "No idea." "If I told you over thirty would you believe me?" "It's quite probable." "And I bet you loved it! Did you say thank you?" "Didn't get the chance." I responded trying to sound casual. "You know while they used condoms they collected their sperm and pushed it into me anyway?" I added. "Did they? I told them not to go bareback but I guess this was there way of getting back at me." "Why did you want to humiliate me like that?" "Because I can! Anyway look at you! You wear the nipple rings I insist on, you have a pussy without any hair, you already gave birth to my son and you've fucked me willingly every week for months! You're my slut and a black cock crazy whore." I looked at him then answered carefully; "I love Geoff not you. Yes fucking with you is great but don't mistake that it is for anything other than sex. To my surprise he smiled at this. "Good! I don't love you at all! I love the fact that while you are a middle-class mum with PTA friends you got pregnant by me and I still get to fuck you, that's all." Once back in his place within minutes I was kneeling on the floor with Mike's cock in my mouth. He pulled my t-shirt off and whistled looking at the state of me. "God you are rancid." He stated and I was. I hadn't washed and with so many men using me I reeked; my hair had been sprayed with cum many times and it had dried on my neck and breasts as well. Mike grinned then held my head until he came. I swallowed and sat back waiting for his next move, it was still only Friday evening so he could abuse me for another day at least if he wanted. "Let's get mummy ready for her lovely kids." He stated and took me to the spare room and chose from the clothes I kept there for him. He peeled off the leggings which were stuck to my thighs. "Fuck!" He said as he saw the slight bulge of the end of the plug that was deep in me. He selected my bright red dress with matching heels and then I was given ten minutes to make myself more presentable which given how bad I looked was impossible but I cleaned off the remaining cum and sweat residue from my hair and face and arms (he'd wouldn't let me touch my breasts or lower down), then I painted my lips gloss red (as instructed) before dressing and being taken home. Geoff looked at me with concern as I stood with Mike's arm around my waist. I knew I looked exhausted. "Your wife was fantastic!" He said lifting the dress to show my very swollen and still bare sex. "She tells me she's full of cum of course and undoubtedly knocked up again but you both knew this was going to happen. Where's my son?" he asked. "Asleep, as are the girls." Geoff stated looking embarrassed. "Good. Show him what a willing girl you were." He ordered and I knew what he wanted me to do. Even though we were still in the hall I lifted my dress and groped around for the end of the plug then slowly began to ease it out which wasn't easy and I had to bend my legs slightly. I don't know what I expected but as Mike held my dress up it came out with a plunger sound. It sounded disgusting but apart from a dribble down my thigh nothing was left to come out, it had all gone inside me. Mike pushed me over to Geoff and said "Give hubby a kiss." I did quickly. "Now Geoff your wife would like to have sex with you." He paused. "Now!" I took Goeff's hand and move to our bedroom as I formulated a plan: I made love to Geoff to show him how much he still meant to me, in fact I did it slowly and passionately. I kept kissing and telling him how much he meant to me and despite the absolute mess and the fact that my sex was stretched so grossly we kept this up for ages. Eventually as I'd hoped Mike got bored (and I guess disappointed at our show of love) so he went home. As soon as the door closed I told Goeff I really did love him and to my great surprise he ejaculated. After that he ran me a bath and I sat resting until the water was almost cold. I was reasonably clean and my sex felt a little better after the bath then because I was so tired I went to bed. I was asleep quickly, sleeping in until my children came to say hello. That evening when we got them to bed we sat down and I carefully, but honestly, told Geoff all about the night away and even admitted that not only did I not object in any way after their initial threat but that I'd shamefully climaxed many times during the event. After a pause I told him how I'd been filled up with sperm and how it had been worked into my womb but to my great surprise I noticed Geoff had became very stiff. "Geoff! You enjoyed me telling you that!" I stated really rather shocked. "You're rock hard after I told you they bathed my sex in their collected semen!" "Sorry!" he apologised. I was actually confused about this myself because Geoff had climaxed so quickly when he was in my ravaged pussy earlier it meant he really got of on all of this. "Christ you actually like the fact they worked a huge amount of black sperm into your wife's fertile womb. You want me knocked up again!" I said feeling suddenly turned on myself. "It's... it's just that it's so disgusting and yet..." he shrugged and I couldn't help smile somehow saying that to him made me very, very hot. "Ok, I'm still loose down there but climb on!" I giggled and he did eagerly. I remember we made love that night for an hour and it was actually really great although I was sore down there. The next morning was Sunday so I was able to stay in bed and rest while Geoff off-loaded the children with the grandparents. I made a decision that morning angry at what Mike had put me through so phoned him around eleven and told him `if he wanted to wreck my friendships he could but the games were over and I didn't want to see him again.' He was quiet for a while then put the phone down. Two hours later he text me and simply said; "Your loss." And that was that. The strange thing was Geoff was really amorous when he got home later that morning and I willingly let him have sex. He wanted me to tell him over and over again about the men I'd been with as we rocked together, how big some of them were and how I'd never refused anyone and how I climaxed repeatedly when the took me. I was as hot as hell but the thing that got us most excited was the tale of how they filled me up with sperm and worked my body so it sucked it deep into my womb. Geoff kept on about how my body had clearly needed to be bred so it had sucked up the sperm with relish like a sponge then he added that my eggs stood no chance with so much potent seed in me. Like I said I was finding this a real turn on as well so I asked him why he thought my body had wanted to suck up all that sperm and after a long pause he blurted; "Because your body craves potent black seed!" I paused from making love and looked at him. "So my body wants my eggs to be coated with black sperm." I added as I began to move with him again. "Yes it yearns for it..." He was very excited about this conversation and his mind was working overtime. "...black men are more powerful and give off more pheromones when they fuck and your body has been trained to respond" I was getting really close to a massive climax but tried to hold it back a little longer to let it grow even stronger. "So what you're saying is my womb wants to be kept permanently full of black seed." "God yes! Your body recognises the intoxicating power of black men, they are simply better to breed with." "I'm glad you recognise my problem." I panted as we got faster and faster. "I love the fact I still have so much potent black sperm in my womb!" "And all those men with big cocks you fucked, they made you climax every time like a cheap slut." He prompted. "Huge guys with monster black cocks always make me cum and cum and cum!" I was hitting my orgasm now. "My pussy tried to milk their seed into my womb but they wore condoms otherwise I would have three times as much inside me!" With that Geoff also came exploding hard in me while I was having the greatest climax I could remember. "Fuck that was brilliant! I stated. "I love you." "And I you." That night we went to bed early and despite still being tender I was keen to do it again and after a little kissing and foreplay we were back into the same theme. It was now overpowering us. "I thought about what you said earlier." I whispered as we ground together. "Did you, and?" Geoff asked me "I realise that black men are so much more virile, they have much, much bigger cocks and they by far better lovers. I have a confession to make." "What's that?" he asked me. "My body milked every cock I fucked, it wanted to be filled with their seed." I was so into this I was going to climax already and we'd only just started. "Why?" I slowed down and rolled over so I was on top and looked Geoff in the eye. "Here's the truth; I`m ripe for breeding. My body desires the superior sperm of black men that's why it sucked it all up so greedily. Your little white wife has a womb that craves the seed of black men and wants it to be pumped into her fertile married body." I groaned as I climaxed for the first time that night. "I think we both know that I need to be taken and bred by a huge black bull." I shuddered and caught my breath but kept up a steady rhythm as looked at him intently. "And what will I do?" "You will watch me as I mate with a number of big potent black men. Their hot seed will spray deep into my receptive belly and my womb will suck it all up. Even if I don't want to I will have to breed with them my body will force me to. You understand don't you that my womb is in control now. It has to be filled constantly and only black cock will do." "Clare, you're probably pregnant already." He moaned his cock twitched but he managed to hold back somehow. "It doesn't matter until I feel my black baby kicking inside me I will have to give myself to a string of black bulls. I want them to cover me like a brood mare for the next two months." Geoff had stopped because he was close but I held him with my eyes then continued working on his cock bringing him off: "I will choose them for their size; they must have massive cocks, and their balls; they must have large sacks full of sperm, and their prowess; they must be able to fuck me for hours without caring for my wishes just their own pleasure..." I paused as the shudder of Geoff's climax began to ripple through us. I leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "...they must be very potent and have fathered lots of children with married white women." I was just starting so I slid off him and began to talk to him about how I would find these men: "Bulls are always big and mean so they will probably fuck me the moment we meet. You'd have to stand guard by the car or the toilets or wherever they chose to first conquer me. Of course a bull only has to get within a few feet of me now and they will smell my excitement and know I am theirs to breed with." I was rubbing Geoff cock even though it had only just gone down. "Of course I'll have to advertise. You can post my details on the internet but only on the nastiest site, the ones that treat white women as trash. Make it clear I've already surrendered to the power of black men so will be easy to breed again." He was now hard so I pulled him onto me, he slid into my enlarged hole as I continued. "You're womb will need more than one bull." "That may be true!" "How about you take one or two every week?" "No every day and I want it to last for two months at least so that's a lot of men, unless we can get them to come back." "I was thinking of a time table say each does once a week?" "Yes and since they will always stay over so I'll get two load every time!" "That will keep your eggs swimming in seed." "I need to make sure they are." It was ridiculous but I was genuinely on heat. I knew this was so disgusting yet I was what I wanted, needed! "What would you prefer me to wear?" I added. "I could buy something new like a cat suit or maybe wear my lovely white wedding dress." Geoff kissed me and I pulled him as deep as he would go. "Tell me!" I begged. "Definitely your wedding dress." "With the petticoats and everything?" "Yes everything you got married in except..." "My knickers, yes I know I'll need to be easy to mate with because they won't want to wait. Of course I'll keep the dress on through out and when the bull has finished you can take photographs of my gaping pussy and watch my womb sucking up his seed." "It'll get rather messy though." "Good point." "How about you wear it for the first one then after that you wear sexy clothes that will help to get them hot for you. You can then put it away again with the stains on it!" "Sounds great, Maybe the first two or three times and it mustn't be washed though. I want it to smell like I did on Friday, of sweat, sex and black sperm." "It will." "Now finish me off you dirty little man. Put a second load of your inferior juice into my saturated uterus..." I was already about to hit number two I was so excited. "...remember this is probably the last ever time." I came very hard and Geoff stopped. "Carry on!" I urged him. He did and we bucked and bucked until he began to reach his own climax. "That's it one final pathetic spurt." I said as his cock erupted. "The very last time you use your cock on me." I kissed him. "I want this... " I paused not sure how he would take it knowing that while it sounded like fantasy talk I wanted it to become a reality, at least I did while I was feeling so utterly whorish, which right now was always. "I know." "Then we need to set this in motion now!" I stated not wanting my almost insatiable lust to subside. I dragged him to the attic room where the PC was situated and connected to the internet. I'd looked at a few sites when I'd searched before so knew what to look for only this time I was actively looking for the really nasty ones. I typed in variations of black bull and contacts then once we had a selection of sites we began to look through them. On one site which actively promoted white wife breeding I set up a short profile and Geoff uploaded some pictures: We selected a couple of our wedding then some pictures of me with the girls. A few of me sucking and fucking the black guy, and one of Mike rubbing my bump, which he alone knew was going to be his baby. Then another with Mike this time sitting next to me as I was breastfeeding Josh and finally one with Geoff bottle feeding Josh with Emily sitting watching. Geoff was stirring as he uploaded them so I gave him a quick beat of my hand then dashed away and got dressed then returned with the digital camera. Geoff stopped and looked at me his cock twitching again. "You need to take some pictures of me as I am now." I explained pulling at my nipple rings. I had put on a pair of crotch-less fishnet tights, a black top with slits that let my nipple poke clear and ankle boots. Geoff adjusted me as he snapped away taking loads of my puffy wet and gaping sex. "You need to show that my pussy is nice and stretched so a hung bull will get into me without any difficulty, its also bald of course which a bull will insist on." "You look very wide so there won't be any doubt." He stated as he finished then began to upload the new pictures. I began to beat his cock then decided that what I'd stated before could go out of the window and climbed back on. "Thought I was being denied?" "Shut up or I will cut you off!" I said as we rocked together. "Compromise, white boy! You can fuck me because I'm already full of cum but once we arrange this, only real men get to seed me!" "OK." He agreed as we worked together pausing after a few minutes to finish my profile. It was great I put `wedding' under the first picture, first babies under the second, black cock under the third with yum under the fifth as I could be seen hitting a climax. The next one was of Mike and my swollen belly which I simply put `knocked up' then when breastfeeding Josh I put `first black baby' with Geoff bottle feeding I added `Geoff my cuckold'. "Sorry" I told him then added `fertile and willing' under both of the last two. I sat back and had to mount Geoff again I was so hot. "You submit it!" I told him and after a pause he did. "Now for some bulls!" I stated as I got off again. We looked at the posts and some were hot but we didn't do anything until we saw one for a guy called Dan. He was hung and boasted that he could fuck all night. I got Geoff to send some pictures of me and then added my own tag which simply said; `Looking to be bred again and want the job done right. Need a bull to fuck me weekly for two months - if you want me then email.' I found another man who, while nearly fifty and therefore over twenty years older than me, seemed great so I contacted him as well. We then fucked like rabbits and held each other for ages before going very late to bed. So it was that on Friday night I wore my wedding dress waiting for my first bull. When he arrived he took me on all fours in front of Geoff his oversized cock giving me a series of orgasms. He stretched me wide and his rough and aggressive nature turned me on especially when he grabbed my arse as he pounded me and seemed to try to get his whole groin up my pussy. His first climax sent me over the top with a bang and I knew this whole event was going to be something special. He continued to fuck me the following day until he left that afternoon; I'd taken four loads. I washed, slept then dressed again as my second lover arrived and he also took me again in my wedding dress. That morning I was on my back his huge cock buried deep when Emily wandered in and stood watching as this six foot two mountain of a man hammered at me. "Mummy what are you doing?" She asked. My bull smiled and answered. "Mummy wants another baby and I'm here to help!" he laughed. I was ashamed that firstly he was saying this to my five-year old and secondly I made no attempt to stop fucking since I already knew the children, particularly Emily would see me with all these men. "Are you making a baby?" She asked. "Emily please go! Mummy is having a workout so she can have another baby." Emily shrugged and left. To my everlasting shame the man simply went faster and I climaxed like never before. After that I simply had a succession of men without a days break. After those first nights in my wedding dress I wore short slutty dresses then once they knew me they insisted I either wear virtually nothing or simply wait in bed for them. The sex was absolutely wonderful and every time I was with one of them I climaxed time and again knowing they were shooting there seed very deep into my unprotected womb. One week turned into two as I was taking these black men for a second time then it was week three, then four and so on until after seven weeks I'd not had a single night without a black man between my legs letting his seed fly and I knew that since I'd not had a period for the past nine weeks that I was pregnant again. The only problem was I simply loved being used every single night; my pussy was now permanently aroused plus there was a pervading smell of sex in the house which actually only spurred me on further. I asked Geoff he would allow this to continue a little longer and although I knew he was watching his wife fucking every single day he agreed. Unfortunately for Geoff this made me decide to explore my sexuality even more; I agreed to meet Dan one evening alone and after dressing in a short skirt and stockings I left to meet with him. Dan was very dominant and had happily taken me several times in front of Emily so he didn't care who saw us which meant he took me against the outside wall of the pub while people went by making crude remarks. Now obviously I'd been involved in a gang-bang albeit the safe sex variety (apart from the cum bath) but when he took me to a `party' later that evening I think I knew what was about to happen. After sitting in the front room surrounded mostly by guys the lights were dimmed and the three women present became fair game. I was of course soiled but all that meant was while the others were being petted I was pushed to my knees and taken by the first one with his dick out. It's hard to give a full account but one of the other women ran from the house and the other went to a private room with just one of the blokes so basically eight were left with me. All had me more than once that night and I was used by most of them again the next morning. The other girl reappeared and sat drinking coffee as they fucked me making little comments about how my pussy looked like you could drive a bus through it. I got a lift home and stood at my front door the cum coating my thighs and yet when Geoff let me inside I simply gave him a kiss and waddled into the kitchen to see my daughters. In fact it was only the fact that my next lover was due at eight which drove me to bathe myself and wait for my sex to return to something like normal. Of course I was knocked up and happy so had no reason to curb my excesses. Even when I was showing I continued to have sex on a daily basis until my twenty seventh week. I got Geoff to take several sets of photographs of me as I lay in my filth with my distended belly. I'd had sex with a hung black man every single day bar one (a mistake) for eight months. I was actually hard not to continue but I was feeling crampy at times so got a little worried about the baby. Geoff and I lay in bed a few days later, it was the first night we'd been in the same bed in almost eight months and I whispered that I loved him and that I'd missed his cuddles. "Do you miss those bulls?" "Of course but I can't keep fucking them forever. I love you and want you to remain in my life so now I'm going to try my damndest to remain faithful to you." I knew I meant it and that now that I'd been sex free for the past two nights I was just beginning to lose my promiscuity. If I could keep this up after the baby we had a chance. When my next child came out we were all surprised to see a white baby boy but then I began to think about all the times Geoff and I had done it following my return from that night away and began to wonder if the sperm bath had actually been what it seemed, maybe I thought they were pretending to put something inside me. I will never know but all I can add was the weeks of constant sex was out of this world if very excessive but it would never have happened if I'd thought Geoff was going to father my next child. That was three years ago and I'm thirty three now with four lovely children. Since that time I've been faithful to Geoff and he to me. I still have fantasies about my should-have-been breeding which makes me very, very hot but I'm not going to do it again.

Birth control. Three years ago after seven years of marriage my life changed. As you will doubtless guess I went black, or to be more precise I went anti-white. I was thirty three and while I was no longer a young girl I won't deny I was still attractive and having not had children had a great figure. The change actually came over a period of about six months; firstly I was going out more with my own friends partly because Kevin my husband had suggested it and secondly because my best friend from university had moved into the area. She was separated so keen to get out as often as she could and since Kevin was out with his own mates quite a lot this suited me perfectly. At first I guess it was just fun times with the girls but after a couple of months I was beginning to act more like a single woman than one married for nearly seven years. I'd always enjoyed dancing and with Ruth I was out most weekends at one club or another and of course I dressed for clubbing as she did. More significantly she was looking for company so after some initial reticence she began to flirt more and I had to try not to cramp her style while offering a safety net, if needed. At first I played the gooseberry as she linked up with someone although she didn't go further than just dancing. Finally she confessed she need my help and after some doubts I began to play along, letting the guys chat me up as well as her. I have to say I quickly got used to this and played the single woman as well although a couple of times the guy spotted my rings and made a comment. Eventually I took to removing them before we went out for the evening and pretty soon I was lying through my teeth when we were hit on. I was quite comfortable dancing with other guys but things got more complex when Ruth finally made out with a guy then made it clear she was taking it all the way. I was forced then to try to let my partner down which was hard on him and I felt like a complete tease. After this I changed my stance and tried to appear relaxed but less interested than Ruth which had mixed success as it sometimes meant I ended up alone but most times we would dancing as couples although I still felt a little sorry for my guy since it wasn't going to end the way he hoped. It was about a month after the first time that Ruth `scored' we were in a bar before moving to a nearby club when two guys came over to hit on us. They were both in their early twenties, absolutely gorgeous plus both were black,. Now let me clarify here, they were both actually mixed race, dark brown rather black skinned, not that this mattered to either of us but what did was the fact that they had it all. The made us laugh they had a sparkle in their eyes, they looked fabulous and they really worked on us. Now before long we were dancing with them at the club and less than an hour had passed when Ruth had let me know in no uncertain terms she intended to `fuck the guy's brains out!' It was probably around this point I found myself thinking thoughts I'd not seriously had for eight or nineo 'xs h,ï"'ith someone other than Kevin. We dance and chatted and finally kissed, my mind in a spin trying to keep control of my emotions. I was thankful that fate intervened in the form of one of my other friends who appeared and we got talking while Matt was thankfully at the bar. It wasn't that she would have rushed away and told the world I was necking with another guy but since I saw her quite often it suddenly woke me up to where I was (in my home town where I knew lots of people) and what I was heading towards. Thankfully Matt kept away from us as we chatted so I didn't have any awkward questions to answer plus Marie was quite wasted so I was confident from the way she was talking she'd not seen me with anyone. Matt was really intuitive and only reappeared when she'd moved completely away. After apologising I stood rather woodenly as he chatted then with surprising insight he leaned in and stated: "I've lost my chance haven't I!" I looked at him guiltily trying to think of what to say so he added. "It's ok Anna, I know why. I don't want to spoil your evening so I'll leave you alone! "No, don't be silly!" It's just, well... difficult, that's all." "No problem, I don't want you getting into any trouble." "It's not like that, I just... just can't... look you see..." "You're married and there are people you know around here who might get the wrong idea. Don't worry about it I'll move on and leave you to find your other friend again." With that he did, leaving feeling frustrated and embarrassed. I waited alone for perhaps twenty minutes before Ruth appeared and having clearly already chatted to Matt gave me a quick hug and told me if I wanted I could find Marie and leave her with Marcus. I declined but she insisted so I gave her a kiss and wandered about for a while before giving up and going home. That night I had a bit of a fantasy about Matt, nothing huge but some naughty thoughts. It was nearly three weeks later that Ruth suggested we go to a club some distance from home. I wasn't keen since it was a long way and a taxi would cost a fortune but she said she'd drive so after a short debate I gave in. I drove to her place to get ready only that night not only did Ruth dress hotter than I could remember, she was keen for me to follow suit by changing into one of her new dresses. It was short with a flared, lacy over-skirt and top and it looked very sexy although it was tame compared to Ruth's, which was short and really tight. She had on dark sheer tights that accentuated her long legs and made even me stare at her. After a brief discussion I gave in, to be honest I loved the dress and although it showed a huge amount of leg I thought I'd look good in it without being quite as attention seeking as Ruth. Having dressed, we left for the club listening to music and singing away on the hour-long drive. We stopped for a drink and I was not surprised to see many heads turn to look our way as Ruth showed a lot of herself. Just before we went to the club I mentioned that she was definitely sending out signals tonight only she smiled and said so would I be.. In the nightclub we danced for a while and I noticed that the skirt of my dress rose up constantly so that I was actually showing more leg than Ruth if that were possible. After I'd had several drinks (Ruth was on orange juice) I was very chilled and when Marcus appeared with friend in tow I took it in my stride. Ruth greeted him with a deep kiss and before I could do anything else Matt had kissed me, keeping it brief but pointedly intimate. I gave Ruth daggers looks but despite that we all danced for a while until leaving the floor for a break when Matt began to chat to me casually again. He was again charming and I felt that stir once more especially as I realised there was nothing in my way except of course my marriage vows. He was a real master and spent ages stripping away my defences until I was laughing and joking with him as his arm slid round my waste. We danced again then back for more drinks only this time with Ruth and Marcus entwined we talked for a while then with his hands on my hips he pulled me to him and we kissed deeply. So at this point I should have stopped him but of course I didn't and we spent ages kissing before we broke away and with a laugh looked at Marcus and Ruth who were both grinning as well. We danced some more then during the next round of kissing Marcus suggested we all leave together. Here's the thing; we were miles and miles from home, Ruth had now had a few drinks herself and confessed she wasn't in a state to drive home so the guys suggested we go with them to which Ruth said a quick yes. I guess I was really drunk by then because I didn't argue when we walked a short way to a taxi rank and got in although the cost of a cab ride home would be ridiculous. It was actually a short journey and we piled out while Matt paid, as he was in the front, and that was when I looked up and realised we were at a hotel. "Come on inside." Marcus said leading Ruth through the front door Matt and I following behind my head telling me I was being stupid, my body was saying very different things. Five minutes later I'm standing in the doorway of a room with Matt, Ruth next door with Marcus, knowing that I had to say enough at that precise moment before I became an adulteress however Matt was again ahead of me and showered me with kisses before leading me to the bed where I fell with him and it began. He massaged my sex through my tights and panties as I murmured no but it was in vain, I didn't mean it and all too soon I was slick with my own juices. He had his fingers inside me in minutes and then as I lay looking at the ceiling wondering if I could go through with this he went down on me and all thoughts of stopping left me. His mouth worked on me; I love oral sex and get very aroused when Kevin does it to me, so I was soon reaching a climax. He continued to bring me back to a state of high arousal before he suddenly climbed on me and I felt his cock nudging the entrance to my married sex. I'd not even seen him undress but as he pushed into me I looked down at his bare chest and saw the monster that was working its way into me. "Oh shit!" I remember saying as I glanced his manhood which was so very different to Kevin's being significantly longer and thicker plus the curve of Matt's cock showed that it was rock hard something my husband's wasn't always. Now I sound heartless but I don't mean to be, Kevin was a nice man and was ok in bed but this was different. Matt smiled as he began to push into me and as he worked himself inside he mentioned that considering I was married I was really tight. I groan and moaned as he slowly drove in deeper and then my first vaginal orgasm hit me. I've been told that not everyone experiences climaxes and that some women don't have different types but I do and the ones I get from oral sex are different and less intense than the ones from deep within me. Kevin had given me countless oral ones but the deep ones didn't always happen yet here I was having a vaginal climax while the man was still getting into me. Matt continued to work deeper and was now pulling out a little before pushing in further each gentle thrust. I still find it hard to believe that this was still just called sex since it was so much better than anything I'd had with my husband. Soon Matt was deeper than Kevin had ever been but went further in until I was completely full with his manhood. He rested in me looking at me as my hands roamed over his back then he began to make love to me. I climaxed after a few minutes and again shortly after that. Before long I was bucking frantically as he drove harder into me and we worked together for a while until I felt him getting close and we went at it hard as he came, driving me to what was my greatest orgasm. I actually yelled as he ejaculated in me then clung to him my womb convulsing as I slowly, reluctantly came down from my greatest high. I realised I was still in my dress which was creased and wet with our combined sweat, still, I thought, it was actually Ruth's not mine. After that I had to do the hardest thing of my life, locked myself in the bathroom and Phoned Kevin. He didn't answer so I told him I was too drunk to get home and would call in the morning. I then sent a text to his mobile and prayed he wouldn't wake early and pop over to Ruth's to see how I was. I decided to shower, I was sweaty and slick with Matt's cum so jumped into wash myself clean only Matt was soon with me and he began to seduce me once more. I loved looking at his chiselled body as he kissed me then he turned me to face the wall and entered me from behind and as I stood braced against the shower wall, he hammered into me for a few minutes before turning off the water and drying me as he made love again, something that was both strange yet very erotic Once back in the bedroom he placed my legs around his waist and slid in deep then he used long but very hard thrusts into me until I was grunting loudly as he worked me over. It was so good I climaxed twice more before he realised I was exhausted and he stopped despite not having cum for a second time. He turned down my offer of a blow job saying we should sleep and make love again in the morning. The next day I woke with a hangover and a huge guilt complex but that was soon dispelled as Matt got to work on me and once I responded he mounted me and we made love for almost an hour until I'd reached my third climax and he his first. We dressed and left the room seeking Marcus and Ruth. They were up and dressed so we checked out then went for breakfast before finding the cars and saying our goodbyes. Once we were on our way Ruth glanced at me then said; "Well?" "What?" I replied playing dumb. "The best sex of your miserable life!" "My life is not miserable... but yes!" I laughed. "He was... well, just... er... fantastic!" "I know." "How?" I said staring at Ruth in shock. She laughed at my expression. "No! I didn't do both of them, but I met Matt the week after Marcus, he was doing something else that night, so I went with him instead and it was just wonderful. I can tell you Matt's probably the better lover but Marcus is less demanding." "What do you mean by that?" I quizzed her. "Matt stayed over all Saturday and was insatiable. To be frank by the time he left I was bow-legged!" She giggled. "Marcus is great but a little more understanding. Anyway they are both the best lovers in the world and I can tell you that before last night Matt was on and on about you so he'll be back for more." "Not that he'll get it!" I responded. "I was stupid last night and it was wrong. It's a one time affair which you better not tell a soul about or I'll never speak to you again!" "Lips are sealed but don't kid yourself, you loved it last night and it won't be the last time by a long way! Besides there are also plenty of other fish in the sea and now you've got a taste for dark meat, as the saying goes there's no going back!" "What?" I asked confused. "You know the old saying; once you go black you never go back, and it's true. I'm never going back and while you've got no choice, next time Kevin makes love to you you'll be making comparisons which won't do him any favours." I went to protest but she shushed me. "Listen to me. I'm only saying what will happen. Kevin's sweet but you can be so hot and you now have needs he can't scratch. Matt will definitely want to see you again and rather than do this bloody long drive I suggest you come over for a meal at mine and we can party with the boys after." "Sorry to disappoint you but I can't and won't. I love Kevin and while I'll admit last night..." "And this morning!" "...ok and this morning, were great, I still don't want to risk hurting Kevin." "I have no intention of telling him so relax. We can have sex with the boys at my place and you can still go home to your husband at the end of the night. Who knows it might actually help your marriage." "How exactly?" "I've read a lot of stories about how women become more sexual when they are being sexed by black men and their husbands actually benefit from their higher libido. Also I suspect Kevin isn't a three times a night guy like Matt so you will soon need much more than he can offer and thankfully you have a solution to that little problem!" I couldn't think of what to say to this so kept quiet for a while. Once back at her flat I phone Kevin only to find him out, he answered his mobile and apologised saying he was with one of his mates in a pub. My guilt diminished as he asked me if I minded if he went to watch a live game of football later that day and when I said ok he added that he might go for a curry after if that was ok. I told him I'd be at Ruth's and hung up. Thinking back if Kevin had been home or available to me then things might have been different however having relayed the conversation to Ruth she immediately phone the guys and then turned to me with a grin and let me know that they would be over later that afternoon. From that afternoon on, I was a changed woman. Firstly Matt, as Ruth had suggested, was a great deal more demanding this time, not that he wasn't attentive or overly rough, he was just insatiable. He also got me to have sex with him in many different positions; on all fours, standing up, legs over my shoulders and riding him as he sat in Ruth's lounge. I climaxed many, many times and it was clear to everyone (Ruth and Marcus watched us make love several times) that not only was Matt's stamina colossal I was soon just as insatiable as he was. By ten o'clock that night I'd been making love with Matt on and off for over six hours and he'd cum in me four times. I left only because Ruth forced me to, pointing out that I might be willing to toss my marriage away at that moment because of a big black cock but Matt wasn't a guy who would be around for long and then were would I be! Her words hit home so I hastily showered them after a protracted goodbye, which Ruth broke up (lest we end up back in bed) I left for home. Kevin wasn't home when I got back so I changed into my jeans and sat in bed watching something on TV my mind was still spinning over the past 24 hours. I was now concerned that despite the shower Kevin would somehow know that I'd been unfaithful but in the end my exertions caught up with me and I fell asleep to be woken by my drunk husband around midnight. It was ok the following day, my husband was asleep when I got up and I was dressed and out before nine to get to my Palates class. It was just a little awkward when I got back because I went to shower then spotted a bite mark Matt had left me, on my neck, which while not large was quite visible. Thankfully Kevin's hangover meant he was self preoccupied so I was able to dress so it didn't show but I flushed every time I thought of it since everyone at the class must have noticed. I slowly regained my equilibrium that day and by the evening I was moderately guilty of what I'd done and felt sorry for the hurt it would cause Kevin if he ever found out. That night I guess I was extra cautious since the mark was still obvious and I knew Kevin would discover it if I wasn't careful. It was later that week that Kevin made love to me and within minutes I realised it simply wasn't the same. He wasn't as long, as wide or as hard as Matt plus he came after about ten minutes before I'd had a climax. I'd already sworn I would never repeat what I did but that brief unsatisfactory session made me change my mind. Kevin and I were out that weekend but I phoned Ruth the following day and after a brief chat she asked pointedly if I wanted to see Matt again. I replied I was scared to since I'd gone way over the top with him but Ruth simply said that as long as I didn't do anything too stupid it should be fine. So basically we arranged to meet again at Ruth's the following week, on the Wednesday when Kevin was out. That night I didn't even bother to hide what I wanted and asked Ruth to borrow her tight dress which I wore on its own! No bra, tights or even knickers. When Matt arrived he simply grinned at me then pointed out my bare sex to Marcus. As if they'd planned it (I really don't think they had) they then sat either side of me and with Ruth telling them to `go for it' the both began to touch me up. I was soon kissing Marcus as Matt pushed his fingers into me then with barely a pause my dress was off and my head was directed into Matt's lap. It was moments later I was directed onto my knees and with the cock still in my mouth Marcus worked his own cock inside me. He felt like Matt except he didn't have such a pronounced curve but was just as long. He held my waist as he hammered into me before I hit a massive climax and had to let go of Matt as I yelled. I had two climaxes with Marcus before he stopped and Matt switched places with him. It was Matt who came in me first as he was already excited from the oral sex but Marcus was only seconds behind and I tasted a black man's cum for the first time. Ruth then joined us and we went to her bed and lay kissing, petting and sucking until we were side-by-side with the boys moving from one to another every few minutes. I came again before Ruth had her first then while Marcus and she had a break I sucked Matt hard again then rode him to my forth climax. That night I left knowing there was no going back this time, I simply couldn't deny myself this pleasure any longer. As Ruth had predicted I only saw Matt once more after which he moved on in case I got too serious. Thankfully Ruth was happy facilitate with my further exploits and Marcus was happy produced another friend for me to meet. The guy was ok, not a looker like Matt nor anywhere as accomplished at seduction either however I wanted a black cock and I got it. He gave me a climax which was great and I left for home happy. I saw him again twice more before moving on to another of his black mates who didn't really compare sexually to the others but I liked him and he still managed to get me off after a bit of work. It was Ruth who suggested I try a contact site and that was how if found Dylan. Matt had been perfect for me being both big and demanding so when I did a search and found several men boasting that they were both well hung and inexhaustible while I knew it was just boasts I decided to try them one by one. The first was, as expected a prick. Not only did he not live up to his sexual boasts; he was so cocky he started talking about ridiculous things he would do with me yet struggled to give me a much needed orgasm, he wasn't anywhere near as big as he claimed and seemed uncertain of how to act at times. I actually welcomed Kevin's advances the following night as he was if anything better. Dylan was different. From the outset he took control explaining that I'd made contact with him so I clearly wanted him to fulfil the promises he'd given during our email chat. He insisted I suck him in my car the moment we met and when I got out his big hard cock I knew he was going to be the one. We drove to a lay-by only half a mile from my home and he got me to remove my knickers before climbing on him as he sat in the passenger seat. I was aware people might recognise the plates on my car but it was a thrill to do it so close to Kevin that I didn't think of saying no. Once we started I realised he was quite a bit bigger than Matt and as it soon turned out a lot more demanding. From the outset he called me names; slut, tart, married bitch none of which did anything except get me hotter. Then as I hit my second climax he held my waist and told me he was going to turn me into a whore and I came so hard I felt my whole insides convulse. I went home that night minus my knickers, my sex very, very open with the remains of his cum still dropping down my thighs yet I felt no guilt as I slipped into the bathroom before Kevin could see me. Dylan then did something I'd never considered; he took me in public. We went to a club, thankfully a few miles away, and made out on the dance floor then much later he actually had sex with me in the far corner, me riding him as people sat around watching. It was the best sex ever and my orgasm was more intense than anything that came before. A girl even came over to me (she was very drunk) and gave me a French kiss telling me to go for it as if I needed any more encouragement! After that Dylan got me to dress for him which meant after a time I looked more like a prostitute than a married woman. He fucked me at will; in my car, cinema toilets, behind pubs and clubs and after a few months my own bed. One Saturday Kevin left for a football match early since it was an hour away by train and Dylan appeared an hour later while I sat waiting in a ridiculously short skirt, mesh top and heeled boots. He insisted I greet him at my own door with a kiss then once inside he presented me with a present. The knickers said BBC lover and the vibrator was a foot long. In addition there was a DVD which showed pictures of white women and black guys on the cover. He got me to play this and I watched as a string of white couples succumbed to black men. It was called `Black Bulls and White Couples' and Dylan casually pointed to one of the scenes and I realised it was him with a woman of around forty. He then told me he wanted Kevin and me to join his `club' which was me fucking him with Kevin's help and permission. He explained that once we'd been broken in he'd use me the way I really wanted. When I asked him what he meant he said I was already a whore (I'd let him know about my previous activities) so the next step was to get money doing it. This was stupid but got me hot and we fucked silly for an hour after this. When we were taking a break he then added that the responsibility of a bull was to use the wife as often as possible and to make her realise she really was a prostitute for black cock. He added that eventually I'd be doing the men he brought round at least until I had a baby. I looked at him and let him know Kevin and I were not rushing that even though I was almost thirty three. Dylan laughed at this and explained that I wouldn't have any say in this and that Kevin would not be the father as I would soon become black-only. By this time I was under him again and his words were driving me on and once he said this I bucked and he laughed and said I wanted it to happen then he went at me really hard until I was on the verge of another climax and he asked me if I'd let him cum inside me without protection and yelled yes! After that it was my duty to begin to work on Kevin; at first it was whispered conversation about other men then more specifically about the rumours about black men. I did this most nights for weeks until I moved totally to the interracial theme and soon we were having fantasy conversations about sex with black people. Of course being a man he was easily led down this path and before long I was getting him to describe how big black guys would pick me up and fuck me. Then it was only a short step to watching interracial porn which included the Black Bull DVDs. It was so hot getting Kevin to tell me how great I'd look fucking one of the bulls when of course the man on the screen was between my legs several times a week already. Dylan nearly ruined it when he got me to push Kevin too far; when I suggested we try to make it happen one weekend and Kevin became difficult but thankfully I dodged the bullet by making a fuss of my husband and he let it slide. Of course once mentioned I was actually a step further forward and stated it again as we were both close to a climax when watching another DVD. I deliberately ignored the reply, which was less firm and pretended like the conversation never happened. A few days later I wore some sexy gear out, letting Kevin see me flirt a little but not too much at first as he got used to his wife acting sexy in public. Finally after almost four months we were watching interracial material several times a week (all involving married women and dominant black men and most especially cuckolded husbands who never got to indulge) and I'd flirted with guys in front of Kevin probably on at least a dozen occasions. Then he was finally ready. I got him hot watching a DVD of a wife being taken by a really big bull as the husband watched, then once Kevin was ready to cum (and therefore very turned on) I asked him if we could really try it to `see what the fuss was about'. Thankfully he groaned a yes and this time I replied with a thank you. The following day we went to a club where Dylan waited for us and after a drink I flirted as I'd done for the past few weeks. Dylan then approached and we pretended to simply be strangers attracted to each other which eventually led to some hot dancing in front of Kevin then finally a deep meaningful kiss. I walked Dylan to Kevin and introduced him and as my husband stood rather foolishly I gave my black lover a deep French kiss watching Kevin out of the corner of my eye as I did so. We danced some more then I came back and asked him if we could get a taxi back home. I sat between the two men running my hand over their cocks then pretended to be surprised by the size of Dylan's manhood and whispered into Kevin's ear that it was really big. Poor Kevin paid the taxi as I stood by the front door kissing Dylan and once he came up to us I suggested he open the door so that my `new lover' could get me to bed. Dylan made love to me for an hour and a half that night before he came in me with Kevin watching from a chair. I was very pleased to see my husband ejaculate twice so knew he wasn't about to jump me, not that Dylan would have let him, and I lay back telling Kevin that it was the best sex of my life and then added that I'd hoped he'd enjoyed me doing it for him! Dylan then made sure he spent ages taking me again so that Kevin finally fell asleep in the chair then all we did was slip away to the spare room where we made love again. That was the first morning Kevin woke with his wife in another bed with another man. After that he was very quiet and I knew well enough to pretend it hadn't happened so he could cope with it. Of course I got the DVDs out the next Tuesday and that Friday we were at the same club with the same result. This time Dylan was bolder and I more compliant so that we were making out both in the club and in the taxi home. I my husband watched as he slowly pushed is beautiful black cock deeper into me than he had ever been and we began to fuck. Became vocal as his manhood stretched me and brought me to my first climax and then I gave Kevin a commentary about how deep my new lover was and how much better too. Finally with a yell Dylan clled for me to take his seed and we both came at the same time. I then asked Kevin to leave us because Dylan wouldn't share me with a white man and I then made sure I was very vocal as he took me for another hour. Kevin was now reeling from this and to make sure he didn't have a chance to recover Dylan visited that Tuesday and took me on all fours in front of Kevin. I even got Kevin to say how sexy I looked with a huge black guy fucking me. Again that Saturday Dylan came over and we had sex in front of Kevin only this time I dressed like a tramp and talked very dirty then I wanked Kevin insisting he tell me how much he liked me fucking black men which despite himself he did. Kevin only tried once to curb me and that was the following week when he asked if we could have a chat about what was going on but I knew that while he was upset watching me fuck he was now used to it and the interracial sex thing. I played on this more or less getting him to admit that firstly he got off on it and that it had been his idea (which he thought it was). I also made him (by sexually teasing him into the confession) admit that Dylan was a much better lover and that I deserved to be sexed by a bull. It was just two weeks after this that we watched a DVD of a wife and her bull during which she put her man in a cock-cage and looking at Kevin I said in a knowing way that I guessed he'd like that. He did say no but I pretended I thought it was a `no means yes' and then I teased him so that he got close three or four times before giving release as I stated how good it felt being married woman with a black bull. So we moved forward again and the very next weekend Kevin watched me dress like a tramp before Dylan came over and took me out. He took me to a club where I showed a lot of myself before we went back to his apartment where we had sex and I woke in his bed for the first time. I didn't return home until the following afternoon minus my knickers (which meant I was showing more or less everything to anyone who happened to be watching closely) and greeted Kevin with a big kiss and let him know loudly that Dylan had `fucked me like he never could'. So we were at the final stage and the very next weekend Dylan appeared on the Friday and that was when I put Kevin in his cage. He wasn't thrilled but I guess he was more or less broken in by then so let me put it on although I don't think he realised how it would feel and that it really was impossible to remove (I'd hinted they were more for show). He then lay in our bed next to me as we woke him so we could have sex and I was very vocal and even held Kevin's hand as my lover fucked me as hard as he could. Despite his pleading I made Kevin wear the cage all night and only took it off him, in front of Dylan once he'd agreed that he'd wear it every time I was with my bull. Two weekends later Dylan came over to stay and from Friday evening until Monday morning Kevin was locked up as I had sex with Dylan continually. It was that weekend that I let my husband know I thought it best we stopped sex for `a while', I agreed to play with him (no oral) but that was it. We had an invite to one of his friend's birthday party the next week and I agreed we should go but when the evening arrived I insisted Dylan come too and then after a bit of an argument got the cock-cage on Kevin and off we went. It was the hottest evening ever as we chatted to old friends, my husband caged while Dylan touched me up every so often before we forced Kevin to stand guard by an upstairs bedroom as we had sex. I returned to the party with my bulls cum over my thighs and danced with Kevin feeling his cage against my stomach as we danced. I kept teasing him about it and the fact that Dylan was the only real man in my life. When it got really late I danced with Dylan in front of people although I just about kept it polite before getting Kevin to stand guard again as I blew my lover. This time someone came up and we had to separate so I simply forced Kevin to kiss me (tasting my lovers cum) until the guy had gone then finished my lover off before getting Kevin to drive us home. Eventually of course Dylan grew bored with me and began to push us further and further down the sub-lifestyle. He got a friend to share me as Kevin watched, took us to a club and got me to pick up and fuck a stranger then he arranged for me to have a group fuck with five men. This was really hot as they were both very demanding and crude making me feel like a whore and yet giving me so much pleasure I was on a high all night. After it was over I lay with my sex simply awash with cum as Kevin was instructed to clean me up with hot water and a towel. Finally Dylan got me to sleep with a few men who paid him for me and that was surprisingly a very hot experience knowing that I had really worked as a prostitute. It was over a year into my new lifestyle that he told me I needed to have a baby. Just him saying it made me hotter than hell and I never said no. I was on the pill which was easy to overcome and after three weeks of condoms the men stood by as I flirted with a guy at a club then having been given the nod from Dylan I had unprotected sex with him in the back of our car. There followed a string of men (Dylan didn't do me without a condom because he said he didn't want me accusing him of being the `bastard's' father) who were all dark skinned. Dylan got me to fuck several Asian men as well as black guys. Then I met a Somali guy who was so black he made Dylan look almost pale and that was when my bull insisted I start seeing the guy. Over the next three months I shared my bed with Dylan one night and Henry the next (that was his adopted name) as Kevin watched. Finally I missed my period and it was done. Dylan then began to fuck me without condoms having told Henry it was over and I waited for the bulge to show. Dylan stopped seeing me when I was six months gone but it didn't matter as I was uncomfortable and sex wasn't high on my wish list. Before that however we spent months training Kevin ;it was a mixture of sexual teasing and the continual viewing of sex tapes and websites until he finally consented to eat me after Dylan had unloaded in me. We'd started by him `getting me ready' but now it was helping to sooth me after. The baby was, as Dylan had hoped, very black and a shock to family and friends. Of course by then Kevin was so compliant to my needs he was the one helping to give me relief when I needed and was actually the first to give me a climax after the birth, with his tongue. Once I'd got my figure back (it took much longer than I'd expected) I began to go out again only now Kevin was properly trained. He would strip and offer up to be caged then help me dress like a slut. Sometimes I would get him to warm me up with his mouth but not always. He would dress and drive me to a club, bar or party and wait for me. Then he would drive me and my mate for the evening back to wherever we wanted to go. If it is home he will relieve the babysitter then wait for me to fuck my lover before taking him home. When he returns if I feel in the mood I will get him to eat me out if not we just sleep together, him in the cage. If it is another man's place he will drop me off then go home to wait for me to call. Occasionally I get a bit out of hand and do more than one man and then usually I insist he clean me up with his mouth. I love the fact that my caged husband is eating the cum of several strangers from his adulterous wife's pussy and I often cum. Kevin is so compliant now that he has agreed to have a Vasectomy even though he knows I intend to have more children. I adore this lifestyle. Finally I must add that only last week I did the one thing I'd not done up until then and that was have two men a once, front and back, actually it hurt like hell at first but by the end I would have fucked all night if they'd had the energy! So girls, if you're reading this then you're curious - go for it and you'll never regret it although your husband might! PS. Thank you The_EdiTor for helping with this story; it was a bit rough and not very ready when I handed it over.

WARNING... THIS TEXT FILE CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL. IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL THEN PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW. WARNING...THIS FILE CONTAINS MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. This material is copyrighed 2005 to the author Matelot21, all rights reserved. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post this story to any Free areas of other sites. Please remember that ASSTR needs donations to continue. This chapter continues with the adventures of Margo. (Ff FM Mf) "Margo Chapter 3" MARGO HAD JUST TURNED fifteen years old. She was a sexy girl and still a virgin. Sex was often in her thoughts and she had been masturbating in various ways since she was twelve. It was soon after she had secretly photographed her older brother Ken having kinky sex with his girlfriend a few months before that Margo had more or less blackmailed his girlfriend Jenny into various sexual lesbian acts. It had been the first time for both of them and they were surprised at how much they enjoyed it and had quickly become close friends and lovers. It was one afternoon when they were cuddling in the afterglow of sex that Jenny, a beautiful young woman of nineteen told Margo how as a shy sixteen year old virgin she had left school and gone to work for a Mr. Brown who ran a small real estate office. Margo had listened with fascination when Jenny had described how after only a week Mr. Brown had taken her to his apartment above his office and seduced her, what he had done to various parts of her pure tight young body, what he had made her do to him and how incredible it had been. Margo held her breath when Jenny went on to describe how big his penis had been, the size of his balls and how he had continued to do things to her for more than two hours. He had seemed to have an endless supply of semen, a lot of which he had made her swallow. Jenny told her how Mr. Brown liked to talk all the time while he was doing things to her, and she was proud to describe the complimentary comments he had made as he worked on her body....How wonderfully wet and tight her cunt was, how lovely her cunt juice tasted and how sweetly her tight little anus gripped him under the kerb on his knob whenever he withdrew nearly all the way as he fucked her there for the second time. Jenny had also said how Mr. Brown had photgraphed her in the nude and how he had insisted on taking close-ups of her cunt and anus before and after their sex. In response to Margo's careful questioning, Jenny admitted it hurt a lot the first time, especially while Mr. Brown was working his enormous cock up inside her bottom, but how he had used lots of lubricant and that he'd been very careful not to injure her and how incredible her orgasms had been, especially when she had felt his cock pumping his semen deep up inside her rectum while he played with her clitoris. She admitted that she'd never ever thought how being fucked in her bum could feel so wonderful once she became used to the feeling of his big cock up inside her there. Her young listener was surprised to hear then that Mr. Brown had not wanted to repeat the performance, telling young Jenny when she had hinted for more sex the next day that he really only liked to deflower young virgins in every way and almost never wanted to have sex with them again. Margo was quiet then for a while as the first thoughts of how she would plan to let Mr. Brown be the man to take her virginity formed in her lovely young head. "Once you'd found how lovely it was to be fucked, what did you do then?" Margo asked. Jenny giggled. "Well after a couple of weeks I was dying for it again. I knew my uncle had been wanting to get into my panties ever since he came to live with Mum and me when I was thirteen, so I decided to let him. He's not much of a fuck though, not like your brother darling." Margo stopped stroking Jenny's lovely breasts for a moment. "Does he still fuck you?" she asked. Jenny giggled again. "Yes my love, he thinks he was the first and only and I let him fuck me every Wednesday night when Mum goes to Bingo, but I make him wear a rubber. I make him go down on me too, and sometimes when I'm really randy I suck his cock. His semen tastes lovely and he is always pleased when I swallow it. I'm sure he would never think of doing me in the bum. He is dead frightened Mum will find out he's fucking me, so I let him give me money to keep me quiet. Margo thought quickly. "Then I'll be around early this Wednesday evening Jenny, I'm dying to watch him fucking you, is that okay?" "Sure honey, you can hide in the closet, it's got louvred doors, but don't let on that you're there. He is a bit of a nervous nellie and I don't want him to be frightened off. I'm used to getting it from him once a week, even though your brother and I have lots of sex, and besides the money comes in handy." "I'm excited now Jenny. You're on the pill so what about letting him fuck you without a rubber and make him cum inside you? Then afterwards I can clean you out with my tongue and I can find out what a man's cum tastes like." "Alright darling, that sounds kinky, I'd love to, so what about practising now?" Jenny said with a dirty chuckle and the two lovely young things got down to it. *** The following Wednesday evening Margo had gone around early to Jenny's home. Her heart was thumping when they heard Jenny's uncle come home from his club. She hid in the closet and watched through the slats of the louvres as he came into Jenny's bedroom and kissed his niece. Jenny had decided to put on a good show for her young lover, and enjoyed slowly undressing herself and then her uncle. She knelt and sucked on his cock for a while and then lay on the bed with her legs apart, telling him she wanted him to eat her cunt. When he said he wouldn't do it as he couldn't wait to fuck her, she enjoyed making a threat that she would have to tell her mother what he had been doing to her. He quickly gave in and went down on her and Jenny smiled and winked at the closet door behind which Margo was hiding as he licked and slurped at her young cunt. After a couple of noisy orgasms Jenny told her uncle he could get on top of her and give her a good fucking. When he reached for his trousers to get a condom she insisted that he fuck her bareback, saying they had never done it like that and she wanted to know if it felt any different. He said he'd really love to but was worried she'd fall pregnant but when she assured him it was in the middle of her safe time of the month he was only too pleased and quickly mounted her in the missionary style and only fucked her for about two minutes before he came inside her with loud groans. As soon as he had finished Jenny made him quicky withdraw and she remained lying on the bed with her knees up, telling him she had a bad headache and he should take his clothes and leave her alone now. He quickly did so and then Margo left the closet and locked the bedroom door before undressing quickly. She had been masturbating all the time he had been in the bedroom but had been careful not to let herself cum. "Oh Jenny, that has made me so horny, you looked so beautiful lying there with your legs wrapped around his back as he came inside you," Margo said as she moved to the foot of the bed and then climbed on, moving her lovely young blonde head between Jenny's thighs. She took a breath and then leaned down, first smelling the salty bleachlike odour and then tasting with the tip of her tongue the thick frothy mix of his semen and Jenny's juices which was oozing out from between her lover's puffy outer cuntlips. Jenny played gently with the girl's hair,a dreamy smile on her lovely face while Margo licked and sucked at her cunt. "Mmmmmm it tastes strange but good darling, I think I could get to like the taste of men's cum quite a lot," Margo said, coming up for air before going down again. She gently spread Jenny's cuntlips wide and put her mouth tightly against Jenny's cunt and sucked and sucked rythmically, her nose rubbing gently against the young woman's clit. Jenny orgasmed strongly, her hands pressing Margo's face harder into her crotch so that Margo could hardly breathe through her nose. Later, after Jenny had used her considerable skills on the young schoolgirl's body to give her several delicious orgasms, they lay together on the bed and talked softly. Margo told Jenny how she had decided that it was going to be Mr. Brown who was going to be the lucky guy to take her cherry. Jenny was excited but worried for her little friend. "I was a bit bigger than you are when he took mine," she said, "He's so big, his cock is twice the size of my uncle's, and certainly bigger than Ken's, and you've seen both of them darling." "I don't care, I want to feel everything, do everything, and from what you've told me, Mr. Brown seems to be the guy to do it. If it hurts, which I'm sure it will, I'm going to make myself enjoy it." Jenny wet the tip of a long slim finger in Margo's cunt, and spreading Margo's legs, she reached under and slowly pushed it up into her young friend's rectum. "I know you like that darling, you've certainly asked me often enough to finger fuck your lovely tight bum, but you have to expect that his cock is more than two inches thick, with an even bigger knob, and he's going to want to get it all up there too honey." Margo giggled. "Well, I'll just have to grin and bear it, won't I." *** A few days went by while Margo set her plans into action. Firstly, she got the okay from her parents to try for a little job after school and maybe on Saturdays too, telling them that she hoped to work for Mr. Brown, the local real estate guy. Margo smirked as she added that Jenny had once worked for him and had said she had really enjoyed herself there. Hearing that, her parents were satisfied and gave their permission. The following Friday after school, Margo went into the toilets and removed her little bra, putting her white blouse back on. She had deliberately worn her oldest school blouse, knowing it was thin and quite tight across her young breasts. She felt excited when she arrived at Mr. Brown's office and went inside. He was sitting at his desk and she saw his eyes light up as he noticed the trim young schoolgirl come in and stand a few feet before his desk. She watched as his eyes roamed quickly over her, taking in the shape of her young breasts pushing out against her school blazer. When she undid the buttons and let her blazer swing open, he watched her pointed nipples pushing against the thin cotton of her blouse and then let his gaze sweep down over her flat belly to look at her firm young thighs below the hem of her short pleated skirt. When she explained that she was looking for a little job his heart banged inside his chest. He began to question her carefully. After first asking her name and where she lived he went on, "Are your parents quite happy for you to work after school and maybe all Saturday too?" After she had replied "Yes," he thought for a moment. "What about your boyfriend, will he mind." Margo replied that she had never had a boyfriend but had often thought how nice it would be to have one. He was very pleased to hear that. "If you had a boyfriend, I suppose you would tell your parents if he kissed you and if you both maybe went necking somewhere?" Margo smiled inwardly. "Oh no sir, I would never tell anyone, my girlfriends often neck with their boys and they tell me it's wonderful." She gave a cheeky little grin. "I think sometimes it's a bit more than necking too, and I'm sure they wouldn't tell their parents about that, either." Mr. Brown felt his excitement increasing. He couldn't seem to take his eyes away from her young breasts. It seemed to him that her sweet little nipples were screaming to be sucked and sucked. "The work involves some climbing up a stepladder to put files away, could you handle that okay?" "Oh yes, I'll do anything you want Mr. Brown, anything at all," Margo replied, holding back a dirty smile as best she could. His erection was throbbing, he felt as though he wanted to leap up out of his chair and yell. "Well, tomorrow's Saturday, you can start then if you like. I'll be out all morning but come around about one o'clock. You could tell your parents we will probably finish around seven, and we may be out for a while." That night Margo could hardly sleep and the morning seemed to drag on forever. After lunch she showered and dressed herself in her best bra, it was a new one with lacy cups and very low cut in the middle. She then put on a tight white tee shirt and selected from her pantie drawer her oldest white cottontails. She then selected a short red skirt and put on her Reeboks with her favourite white socks which were embroidered with cherries. Mr. Brown seemed very pleased to see her when she arrived at his office. After discussing her pay, he gave her a few mundane jobs, most of the time positioning himself so that he could watch her as she worked. Margo felt quite nervous but never considered for a moment to change her plans. After a while she began to feel more and more excited as she thought about what would lie ahead for her if all went well. When the time came for her to start putting the files away she kept a little grin to herself when she noticed that the dates on the front of most of them was some time ago and she realised that he had probably got them down earlier so that he could watch her as she put them away up on the shelves. He told her not to hurry, to just take her time. Margo found that most of them needed to be put away on the topmost shelves close by to where he was sitting. At his suggestion, she selected only a few files at a time. Mr. Brown watched her as she moved the stepladder near to him. She carefully stepped onto the bottom step and then climbed higher, then one more step. She knew that her cheeky buttocks were now on a level about two feet above his eyes. She knew also that her skirt was so short that he would be able to see her tight little panties easily. She listened carefully and was rewarded when she heard the slight hiss of his intake of breath and she knew he had seen her rounded buttocks. She leant forward over the top of the stepladder, reaching out to put a file away on the shelf. She pushed her bottom out a little further. She felt exhilarated, excited at the control she felt over her employer and a thrill went through her young body as she felt a spurt of her juices start to wet the thin cotton at the crotch of her panties. Mr. Brown couldn't take his eyes away from her delicious little bum. It was obvious to him that the panties she was wearing were at least one size too small, the cotton fabric old and well worn so that they were almost transparent. He held his breath as the young schoolgirl leaned out even further and his erection grew even harder, it actually hurt as his hungry eyes saw her lift one leg and move it wide in order to balance herself. His face burned. He was sure he could see the priceless little pink puckered button of her anus deep between her buttocks through the tightly stretched crotch of her threadbare underwear. With a supreme effort he managed to stop himself from rising up out of his chair and burying his face between the cheeks of her beautiful tight little bum. "Be careful Margo, we don't want you to fall on your first afternoon," he managed to say thickly. Margo glanced around and looked down, taking in a quick glance at the bulge in the crotch of his cotton chino trousers. "I'll be careful Mr. Brown, I've almost finished putting these files away, could you just steady me a little while I put this last one away?" "Yes, of course," he responded, only too pleased to be able to put his hands on her young body. "Just hold my hips for a bit then please," she said. He swiveled in his office chair and reached up his hands and put one each side of her hips. She smiled sexily to herself. She knew he was now enjoying a real closeup of her bottom from below and so that he would have an even nicer view she again lifted one leg out from the ladder as she bent forward to place the last file. He watched, her bottom pushed back even further, his face was only about twelve inches from her middle, he rejoiced as he could plainly see the pinkish outline of her cuntlips pushing at the crotch of her cottontails. His eyes moved down over her shapely tanned legs and it was then he noticed the little red cherries embroidered on her white socks. He fought back a moan of pleasure. A surge of pure whitehot lust shot through his entire body as he caught the scent of her. "That's Cunt, I'm sure that's Cunt I can smell," he thought, "gorgeous pure young Cunt, virginal and tight I hope, oh dear God, please let me be the first to get my tongue and my cock inside it." "That's enough for now, you randy old goat," Margo thought with an inward chuckle, "don't want you to get spoiled now, do we." She moved her foot back onto the ladder rung just as his head began to feel dizzy as he started to realise that the crotch of her panties was actually wet. With much reluctance Mr. Brown let go of the girl's hips and swung himself around in his chair so that she could get down from the ladder. With the exciting smell of her cunt in his nostrils he was trying to think of more mundane things lest he jet his cum into his boxer shorts. Margo moved a few steps, realising as she did so that she was actually wetter than she expected. She smiled as she remembered overhearing two men on her bus to school one day. She was sitting behind them and listened as they were discussing the physical attributes of the schoolgirl passengers. "Look at that redhead there," she heard one of them say, "how gorgeous and tight she'd be I reckon, and only about fifteen too." "Yep" his buddy had responded, "and I've heard there's nothing wetter than the cunt of a fifteen year old girl." Margo had been excited as she listened, and she had sneaked one hand up under her little skirt and masturbated, enjoying two delicious orgasms while the two men continued to discuss what they would like to do with the bodies of the schoolgirls. Mr. Brown, although he didn't know it then, was correct in hoping that Margo was a virgin. Margo chuckled inwardly as she watched him checking her body out. She couldn't help noticing the big bulge in the crotch of his trousers too, which he made no effort to hide. Several times he caught her looking at it, he just smiled at her and once he winked. He began to question her gently, talking to her as if she were an adult as he probed. He asked her about school, did she play sports, and what were the changerooms and showers like. A calculating look came into his eyes as Margo shyly mentioned that the sportsmistress at her school always seemed to be looking at her body when she and the other girls were showering after their games. "Does that bother you?" he asked. "No, not really," she answered with a big smile, "although it makes me feel a bit funny inside." "Can't say I blame the woman," he thought, his cock throbbing as it stuck up through the fly of his boxer shorts, his knob pressing against the inside of his trousers. "What would you do if she offered you a massage after school?" he asked, then thinking to himself "God I can't believe how quickly we got onto a subject like this." Margo pretended to think for a moment, then answered,even managing to blush a little. She lowered her eyelids and looked demurely away. "Maybe I'd let her, but only if I was sure that no one would find out about it." His heart thumped painfully. He really loved that answer. "Have you ever let anyone give you a massage, I mean, you know, your body?" he said, ending up a bit stuck for words. He could hardly believe the effect that this young schoolgirl was having on him. Margo managed to blush again. "No, never, I sometimes think I've missed out on lots of things so far." There was a pause in the conversation then she added 'Sometimes my neck hurts a bit, so maybe I should do something about having it massaged." Mr. Brown leapt at the opening. 'I used to do a bit of massage for a girl's softball team." Margo couldn't help but smile. "I'll bet you liked that," she thought. "How is your neck feeling, anyway?" he asked. "It's pretty good, just a little bit sore, I think I hurt it a bit playing tennis yesterday." "Well I'm happy to help," he said as he rose fom his chair, "just stand there with your back towards me and I'll massage it for you." She pretended to hesitate and then smiled and moved to stand as he'd asked. He put his hands on her shoulders. The top of her head reached to just below his chin and he leaned forward a little as he smelled the delicate perfume of her blonde hair. He looked down over her chest and took in the perfect conical shape of her girlish breasts nestling in their lacy cups. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, sticking straight out inside his trousers, his knob feeling as though it was on fire. He began to massage her shoulders gently, he could feel the delicate straps of her bra beneath her tee shirt. He saw the pulse beating rapidly in her pretty neck and realised that she was excited too. Margo wriggled slightly, saying quietly "Mmm Mmm, that feels really good, Mr. Brown." She moved back a little, her heart was beating madly and she quivered as she felt the touch of his knob pushing at her skirt between the tops of her buttocks. He felt it too, expecting her to move forward away from him and was thrilled when he felt her actually back onto it a little more. Margo wriggled. She felt another tiny squirt of her juices wet her labia. He forced himself not to cum. He couldn't remember ever feeling so worked up, and he hadn't even done anything really. He moved his left hand onto the back of her warm neck as at the same time he slid his right hand down and around onto her midriff. He began to massage her neck, bending her forward at the waist a little, his right hand pressing gently against her abdomen. Margo resisted for a few seconds and then let him bend her forward a little more. She felt his hard knob, pressing thrugh his soft cotton trousers, settle in the crease between her buttocks and her heart sang with the pleasure of it. "How does that feel, Margo?" he managed to say. "Mmmm that feels good," she answered, willingly let him pull her back a little more against the hardness of his knob. He fought back an almost overpowering urge to take his cock out and shove it between the cheeks of her sweet young bum. She let him bend her forward a little more. He moved his hand from her front and pretended to cough slightly into it, and then he quickly lifted up the hem of her skirt at the back before returning his hand to her front, this time a little lower so that it was now just below the waistband of her skirt. Margo sucked in her breath and held it as he pulled her back against him, this time she could feel his hard cock through his trousers pressing deep between the cheeks of her bottom down near her crotch. She pretended to resist for a few seconds and then let herself surrender her sweet young bum against him. "Does that feel any better?" he managed to say. Margo thought "Oh yes pal, that feels very good, you old lecher." She waited for a few seconds and answered him. "Yes thank you Mr. Brown that feels better but I think that should be enough for now, don't you think so?" She let him pull her back a little more. His cock felt like a tree trunk, the end of it now pushing the thin cotton of her panties firmly against the very center of her anus. She couldn't resist wriggling herself against it, her heart thudding. He quickly made a decision, and made himself back away from the incredible feel of her young body against his front. He couldn't resist letting his right hand sweep up over one young breast as he released her, feeling pleased when she didn't react or complain. He had felt the hardness of her nipple through her little bra and tee shirt, his heart sang. Margo turned and looked at him. He saw her flushed face, her sparkling blue eyes as she looked down and took in the big bulge in the front of his trousers. He had always been proud of the size of his sexual organs and always wore boxers, never jocks as his testicles were so big tha it was uncomfortable for him to wear them. He watched her closely, saw her fascination at the size of his bulge, saw her look away and then as if drawn back by a magnet her gaze returned to his bulge again. He quickly decided not to wait any longer. "I've got some work to do upstairs in my apartment, perhaps you should come up with me and we could get down to it." Margo swallowed. "Not wasting anytime are you, pal," she thought. "Yes of course, I'll do whatever you want sir," she answered demurely. He led the way through to the rear stairs and then stood back to let her precede him. Margo slowly climbed the stairs, her heart pumping. She could feel his gaze feasting on the sight of her firm young tanned thighs. Mr. Brown then led the way into his aparment. Margo looked around, taking in the expensive way in which it was furnished. She thrilled inwardly as she saw two thick photo albums on a sideboard, remembering how Jenny had told her about his kinky photographic desires. She started to walk towards them but he quickly moved to head her off. "I love photography Mr. Brown," she said, "can I have a look at your albums." "No, I don't think so," he answered quickly, thinking "No, no my dear, you would run a mile if you saw those." She turned to face him. "What would you like me to do for you then?" Margo asked as she watched him looking over her trim young body. He swallowed, he felt awkward, most unusually too, he'd never felt so out of control with a girl before. It was almost as if she was in charge he thought. "Well, before we start, would you like me to massage your neck again for a minute or two so that you'll feel more comfortable?" Margo pretended to hesitate but then turned around and he approached her, once again placing one hand on her neck while his other hand went around to press against her belly, lower than before, pulling her bottom against the front of his body. His cock had softened slightly but quickly became rock hard again. Margo felt again the pressure from his knob pushing between her buttocks through their clothing. As he massaged her neck he moved against her, she sighed as she enjoyed the sensations. It wasn't long before she felt his hand on her belly start to slip a little lower. She let him get away with it for a minute and when she felt his fingertips just settle on her mons she then gently wriggled away and turned to face him. She took in his flushed face and heavy breathing. She looked down at his crotch. He made no effort to hide the big bulge and she quickly glanced up at his face to see that he was watching her. She blushed and then found she couldn't stop herself from looking down at his bulge again, even as she knew he was watching her do it. A minute went by, he stood there, his body burning with lust as he observed this sweet young schoolgirl staring at the bulge his hard cock was tenting out in his trousers. Mr. Brown then moved over to a desk and sat in a chair behind it. "Can you take some dictation for me please Margo?" he managed to say in a half normal thick voice. "Yes of course sir, I've been learning shorthand at school," Margo answered. "There's only one chair here, you could sit on my desk or perhaps you could sit on my lap if you prefer." Margo smiled at him. "I think it might be better if I sat on the desk, sir," she said. "Yes,of course my dear." He dictated a couple of short letters, finding it hard to concentrate while looking at the vision of her firm tanned thighs protruding from under her short skirt. Margo decided to give in a little. She wriggled and said "I wish I had a chair Mr. Brown, I feel uncomfortable here.' "Well, come on, sit on my lap, I'm sure you'll find it better." Margo pretended to hesitate and then slipped off the desk and moved over and carefully lifted the back of her skirt as she settled onto his lap. He saw the flash of pure white panties cupping her rounded buttocks as she did so, he felt so excited he could hardly believe it. She lifted herself up a bit and then settled again, this time feeling his hard rod sticking up in his loose trousers, sticking up at an angle between her thighs so that the front side of it was pressing against her young cunt. "You know Margo, most people would think you were older than fifteen," he said, "more like seventeen or even eighteen.' "Oh do you really think so, but I'm not very big really." "What do you mean, not very big?" he asked. She looked away and said demurely, "I mean my bust." He chuckled. "Margo you're a funny girl, old ladies have 'busts', women have 'tits' but lovely young women like you have 'breasts' and I think your breasts are a perfect size, they look so beautiful, so nice and high on your chest." Margo pretended to be embarrassed. She looked down over her front. "Oh." she murmured and then added "They're not very big really, some days I don't even wear a bra, but my mother thinks I should." He swallowed. "Well you don't have to wear a bra here if you don't want to." Margo decided to let that one go. She looked down as he slowly slipped a hand up over one of her breasts. She trembled as she let him use his thumb to feel over her nipple. She could tell it was as hard as a diamond. She grasped his hand and tried to move it away, but not really using much effort. As she wriggled she moved her thighs together and felt them grip his hard rod. She felt a little electric shock go through her as she felt another spurt of her juices wet her panties a little more. "You shouldn't do that Mr. Brown," she murmured quietly. "Just for a minute dear, you're so beautiful you know Margo." She pretended to struggle some more and then surrendered as his right hand continued to work it's magic on her breast, his palm cupping her and then his fingertips gently slipping back and forth over her tingling nipple. Margo sighed and let herself move against him, at the same time turning her face towards his. It seemed only natural as he kissed her lips, softly at first and then more firmly. She resisted his tongue at first, playing the part of a pure young thing, but eventually giving in and letting his tongue enter her mouth. He broke their kiss and said softly "Suck my tongue Margo, I like it a lot." "Oooh I've never done that," she responded. He started to kiss her again, she pretended to resist and then gave in and began to suck his long tongue. After a little while he broke their kiss again and bent her forward, quickly lifted the back of her tight tee shirt and unclipped her bra. As he did so Margo murmured, "No, No." but his pactised fingers took no time at all. He began to kiss her again as his hand lifted the front of her tee shirt and then slipped under her loosened bra and cupped a firm warm young naked breast. Her nipple seemed to be on fire as he played with it. Margo sighed, her body moving on his lap. He could feel her trembling. "Is that nice Margo?' he whispered against her lips. "Mmmm it's lovely, but you shouldn't," she responded before returning to suck his tongue some more. He began to slowly slip his other hand along the top of her thigh towards her crotch. She wriggled strongly. "No, please don't do that, please," she said firmly. He decided on another approach., and started to kiss her again while he slowly lifted up the hem of her tee shirt. She only resisted for a few seconds and then gave in while he lifted it all the way up until it was above her breasts. She offered no resistance at all as he carefully removed her tee shirt right off her followed by her little lacy bra. She leaned away from him so that he could get a good look at her firm young breasts. He had a good look. He was sure she had the sweetest young breasts he'd ever seen, and he'd seen plenty. "You're so lovely," he said. She managed a little blush. "Thank you Mr. Brown.' He began to work at her body, using a hand on each breast, cupping them and caressing them, pulling and squeezing her nipples. Margo closed her eyes, loving every second, comparing the touch of his hands to Jenny's. "I've got a little cramp," he managed to say after a few minutes, "Could you sit facing me Margo?" She stood up, a little unsteady. She pretended not to know what he meant as he turned her so that she was facing him and then spreading her legs he moved her forward so that she was straddling his lap, her skirt right up and her cunt with it's thin cotton covering over his middle. Again he told her how lovely she was and began to kiss her. Her senses swam as she felt his hard cock pressing upwards against her cunt, it seemed to be making love to her by itself. His hands were busy at her breasts and when he broke their kiss and slowly licked down her neck she couldn't believe how exciting it was. He licked her nipples, gently nibblng at them, his heart singing as he noticed how much bigger, harder and pointier they became. He felt her pressing the lips of her cunt against his cock, she was moving up and down so that he had to quickly think of more mundane things else he would quickly cum. He decided to take a chance and moved one hand down and unzipped his trousers. He let his knuckles ever so lightly graze the front of her taut panties, feeling the lips of her young cunt, realising how wet she was there. Margo looked, watching him as he licked at the back of his hand before returning it to a burning breast. She shut her eyes, thrilling to the sensations as his huge hard cock, now free of his trousers, rubbed up and down in the wet groove of her panties between her swollen cuntlips. Her hand seemed to move of it's own free will as it moved from his shoulder and lifted the front of her skirt up. She looked down. She felt a surge of fear run through her as she took in the sight of his huge crimson knob up near her waist, the top of it glistening with pre-cum. He kissed her gently and then more firmly and she responded, willingly sucking his tongue and letting him suck strongly at hers, her fears slowly subsiding as she let her body enjoy all the delicious sensations it was experiencing. He took one of her hands and moved it downwards. She pretended to resist a little and soon gave in. She caught her breath as he placed her hand around his masssive shaft. She could hardly believe his size. She realised his cock was indeed two inches thick and as she plucked up her courage she moved her hand down to realise his cock must be nearly eight inches long. She felt a sense of wonder as she let her hand explore his cock, secretly marvelling at how smooth and wet and slippery his knob was, and how hard the ridge around it. He managed to relax a little, he had been really concerned that she would demand to go home after what she had just found. He felt her hand exploring it's size and then he thrilled as he felt her hand rubbing it sideways against the lips of her cunt. He leaned back a little and they both looked downwards at the sight of her small hand holding his cock. Margo looked into his face and smiled shyly. She had stopped her movements so that he said "Please keep doing what you were just doing, Margo, it's wonderful, is it good for you too?" She smiled again and looked away as she said shyly "It's so wonderful, I never expected anything could feel so good." His heart sang as she began to move his cock against her cunt again. "You know what I want to do, Margo, don't you?" "Oooo I just couldn't," she breathed, "you're so big, I just couldn't." He felt a sense of disappointment come over him. Maybe she wasn't a virgin after all. "I thought you said earlier that you hadn't done anything Margo, so how do you know I'm so big?" "One of the girls at school has a book with lots of photos of naked men doing sexy things to each other. I've seen it lots of times and none of them are like you Mr. Brown." He felt better. "Margo, I've done it with lots of girls, some of them younger than you, I'm very careful and gentle, I won't hurt you, honest." Margo said "Oh no Mr. Brown, maybe we could do some other things, I've heard the girls at school talk about some things, but I couldn't let you put this inside me, it's much too big." "Sure Margo, I wouldn't make you do anything if you didn't want to." he said. He caressed her for a while, stroking her hair and neck before returning to her breasts. "Yes, you certainly like this don't you," he thought," but we'll see what happens." He got her to stand up and began to unclip her skirt. She went to stop him but gave in as he said gently "Margo we are only going to do a few little things, playing really, not that other thing you're worried about" "Pull your pants down darling," he said as he dropped her skirt to the floor. "I couldn't, I'm too shy," she said shyly. "Go on, I want to see all of you, I want to see you naked, you're so enchanting." She hesitated and then turned away and hooked her thumbs into her tight little panties and he watched as she eased them down over her shapely thighs and then down to the floor. "Now turn and face me Margo, let me see all of you," he asked. Margo slowly turned, her sweet young head hanging down, her hands in front of her crotch. "Take your hands away darling," he said. She shook her head. "Well Margo, you said we could do some things, you're not going back on your promise are you?" She pretended to hesitate and then shut her eyes and turned her head away as she moved her hands apart. He breathed jerkily as he took in the gorgeous sight of the nude young girl's body. His hand went to his throbbing cock. "Spread your legs apart, darling, yes, that's it, like that. Oh Margo you've got the prettiest cunt I've ever seen." Margo didn't say anything. she felt so excited she thought she might explode. "Now turn side on darling," he asked. She did as he wanted. Her young breasts were burning. She opened her eyes for a second to glance down over them. "Now face away from me sweet, now bend down and move your panties away, yes that's it, spread your legs apart, yes, a bit more, yes, oh you're so lovely." Margo decided to do something to really excite him. She slowly bent all the way forward and then as his bulging eyes stared, she put her hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart. His eyes went from cunt to anus, cunt to anus. Her young cunt was shining with her juices,it looked so fuckable, her outer labia were small and smooth, just like a little ten year old girl. He felt a thrill of mad elation surge through him as he thought "Oh darling, your cunt would definitely pass the Pure Foods Act." He studied her anus. It was like a pinky brown nut, he just wished he could get his tongue into it, right there and then. But first things first. "Margo, you're absolutely enchanting, I'd like to take a photo of you darling." "Oh no Mr Brown, someone might see it and tell my father." "No they wouldn't, I'll do a close up, just part of you, not your face or anything." Margo agreed and he quickly stood up. She watched as he dropped his trousers. She looked at the magnificent size of his cock sticking right out and could hardly believe how big his balls were when he dropped his underpants. She thought they were as big as the largest plums she'd ever seen. He smiled as he saw her inspecting him and then he removed the rest of his clothes. He took a camera from a table and then she let him position her so that she was again bent forward with her hands pulling her buttocks apart. She saw the flashes as he took several shots and then she didn't resist when he got her to bend backwards, her legs wide apart as he took shots of her naked cunt. Margo smiled to herself as he photographed her nude body, letting him then take shots of her breasts from front and side. He took her hand and said "Let's go into the bedroom for a little while, okay?" Margo thought quickly. She wasn't going to make it too easy for him. "I shouldn't really, but if you let me have a look at your photo albums first then I might Mr. Brown." "One peep at them and you'd be gone in a flash!" he thought to himself. "Perhaps later darling, but not now." Margo moved as if to pick up her clothes. "I think it's time I went then Mr. Brown." He made a quick decision. Perhaps this particular afternoon wasn't going to be the day. He felt dreadfully disappointed. Maybe it would take a week or two to get her how he wanted. Mago moved quickly as he stood there thinking. She continued past her clothes and in five or six quick steps she was at the sideboard and had one of the photo albums in her hands. Before Mr. Brown could stop her she had the album open. On the left page there were two photos, each about six inches square. The upper one was a photo of what was obviously a young girl's cunt, pure and beautiful, her labia smooth and delicate, the sparse blond hair on her mound shining. Her eyes swept down to the lower photo. Margo realised it was the same young cunt but looking so different. The outer labia looked bruised and swollen, the clitoris red and protruding, and there was a froth of what looked like blood and semen oozing out from between the gaping inner lips. As he moved across the room Margo's gaze shifted to the right hand page. There were also two photos, these appeared to be of the same girl but this time they were photos of her from the back. She was bending over, her hands pulling her buttocks apart exposing her anus. The top one showed a sweet tight little light brown button nested deep between two peachy buttocks. The bottom photo was a lot different. The girl's anus had obviously just been really well fucked by a huge cock. There appeared to be no serious injury but the hole was gaping open and as before, lots of semen mixed with lube was oozing out and down her thighs. Margo turned the page. Again two photos, this time of a young girl's cunt with a lovely red bush of pubic hair on her mound.. The photos were similar to the first pair, obviously taken before and after the young cunt had been well fucked. Margo couldn't see any blood, just lots of thick creamy semen oozing out from between the swollen gaping cuntlips and down her thighs. She was intrigued by the size of the girl's clitoris which appeared to be at least an inch long, red and inflamed. Margo stared and then chuckled. She recognised the birthmark on the young redheads belly just above her mound. It was none other than a girl in her class at school, Julia, a real snooty little bitch who thought she was just so wonderful. Margo turned towards Mr. Brown who had stopped, wondering when he heard her chuckle. He was so surprised, he'd fully expected her to be upset and demanding to leave. Margo smiled and chuckled again. "I see Julia Watson had been a photo subject then, Mr. Brown, I recognize her birthmark, I've seen it often enough when we shower after sports at school." He stood there, trying to decide what to say. Margo slowly put the photo album back onto the side board. She picked up her clothes and his heart fell and then thumped and thumped as he watched her folding them carefully and then placing them over the back of his chair. He decided to brazen it out. He smiled and said softly, "You're an amazing young woman Margo, I fully expected you to storm out and down the stairs after you grabbed that album and opened it. I suppose you won't be letting me take you to the bedroom now though." Margo smiled at him. "Well just for a little necking Mr. Brown, that's all, okay?" She hesitated, and then added "And perhaps I could have a better look at your albums after, I find them very interesting." He took her hand and held her to him. They kissed and then he led her down a hall and into his bedroom. To be continued........ If you like my stories please email me at [email protected] , I would love to hear about your first time.

Under Lock and Key F/F bd ds oral humil reluc (C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me at [email protected] - it makes writing these worthwhile. "The weirdest thing I've done?" echoed Amy, giggling into her alcopop. "I don't know," she said in defeat. "Come on," pressed Megan, slumped on the couch next to Amy. "There has to be something that stands out." "Well," Amy admitted in between drunken laughs, "I've probably done a few things with my last girlfriend that would shock you." She took another sip of her drink. Megan took another swig of her beer. "Yeah, like what?" A sly grin was beginning to emerge on her deceptively charming face. "Hell, there's an object of mine that I could show you that you'd think was pretty weird. Kind of an item of clothing." "Hey, don't change the subject," demanded Megan. "I'm not," insisted Amy. "She got it custom made for me. Wanna see?" "Sure," agreed Megan, leaning back contentedly. "Wait here," said Amy before rising unsteadily off the couch, carefully putting her drink down on the table and dashing into her bedroom. A minute or two later, she walked back into the room carrying a metal object with looped chains dangling from it. "What is it?" asked Megan, her tone of voice suddenly serious. Amy paused for a second, plucking up the courage to say the words. "A chastity belt," she declared before passing the device to Megan. For a few seconds, Megan held it in her hands, taking in its shape and texture. "She made you wear this?" she asked. "Uh hu," said Amy, almost wistfully. "It was actually kinda fun, knowing I couldn't even pleasure myself without her approval." "Show me," said Megan, her grin returning. "Put it on." "Right now?" asked Amy, her voice quivering slightly. "Yes, right now," said Megan, sounding serious again. "OK," said Amy, sounding unsure of herself. "Let me just get the key and check it still works." Amy ran off again to fetch the key. When she came back, she gave it to Megan, who locked then unlocked the device. "It seems fine to me," she declared. "It should be," said Amy. "It was very expensive. But I just wanted to make sure. I haven't used it in months." She sighed. "You know, since Clea and I split up." "Go on then," said Megan. "Go on what?" asked Amy, lost in thought. "Take your clothes off," ordered Megan, sipping her beer again. Amy looked at Megan. Judging by her facial expression, she meant it. Trembling slightly, Amy slid her clothes off, one by one. Megan had seen her less than fully clothed before - Amy often walked around naked except for a towel after coming out of their shower - but she'd never seen her in a sexual context. She'd certainly never ordered her to strip. She felt so nervous, but at the same time, it made her feel truly alive for the first time in months. The first time since she'd become single again. Amy noticed Megan raise her eyebrows as she slid her underwear off, revealing her shaven mons venus. Suddenly a wave of embarrassment washed over her. "Nice," said Megan, grinning. Amy felt her cheeks turn bright red. Leaving her clothes in a neat pile on the floor, Amy looked nervously at the belt Megan was holding. Megan offered it to her, and she clasped it with trembling hands. Very carefully, she stepped into it, slid it up her smooth legs and wrapped it around her waist. Fumbling only slightly, she managed to click everything into place. Megan slithered off the couch, kneeling in front of Amy. She put the key in the lock, turned it, and slid it back out again. "Is that it?" she asked. "That's it," said Amy. "You really can't take it off?" asked Megan as she inspected Amy's chastity belt, tugging at various parts. "Well, I've got a spare key in the box, but that's it." Megan stopped her probing instantly. "Give it to me," she demanded. "Why?" giggled Amy. "Because I want to have a little fun with you," replied Megan, standing up to delicately brush a lock of Amy's hair behind her ear. For a second, Amy gazed into her eyes, lost in their detail. They were a deep brown and perfectly matched the colour of her hair, only more vibrant. More intense. Megan was slightly taller than her, and Amy had to admit that she was very attractive. Clea had always assured Amy that she was irresistibly cute herself, from her curly hair to her soft cheeks, but she could only rarely see it when she looked in the mirror. Megan, on the other hand, was attractive in a much more immediate way. Suddenly snapping back to reality, Amy left the room again, then trotted obediently back with an identical key. "So what now?" she asked, handing Megan the spare key. "Put your clothes back on," said Megan as if it was a stupid question. "It's far too cold to go traipsing around like that." As she sipped some more of her beer, a smile crept onto her face. Lying on her bed, Amy slowly opened her eyes. It must have been late in the morning, as warm sunlight was filtering through the blinds already. She looked around. There was no one in the room with her. She let out a sigh, relieved that she hadn't woken up next to a naked woman after a night spent drinking. Suddenly, she realised something firm was pressing gently against her hips. She moved her hands down to examine it. "Fuck!" she exclaimed as the details of the previous night came flooding back to her. _How dare Megan take advantage of her like that!_ She quickly slid her pyjamas on and stormed over to Megan's room, knocking on her door loudly before opening it and striding in to find Megan lying in bed. "What?" asked a bleary-eyed Megan as she moved her head up slightly to squint at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" demanded Amy. "Trying to sleep?" guessed Megan. "I'm talking about _this_!" shouted Amy, pulling her pyjama bottoms down for a few seconds to give her roommate a glimpse of the gleaming metal beneath them. Megan's eyes widened as her lips twisted into the familiar grin. "Oh, that thing," she said. "It's just a bit of fun." "Well I'm not in the mood to play any of your stupid games right now. I'd like the keys back," said Amy, stretching out her hand to receive them. "No way." Megan shook her head and sat upright, pulling the duvet up to cover her breasts. "I'm not giving them back anywhere near so easily. Where's the fun in that?" "Fun? You think this is _fun_?" screamed Amy. "You always do this! You always manipulate people into doing whatever you want them to for your sick little mind games. Well it's not going to work on me, not this time. Read my lips: I'm not enjoying this. I'm not playing one of your little games." She spoke the next words slowly and carefully, trying to sound calm. "Give me the keys back." "Or you'll do what, exactly?" asked Megan. "Go running off to a locksmith? I'm sure you wouldn't feel at all embarrassed having to do that." After a few seconds had passed with little more than vague stammering in the way of a reply, she continued. "Do you know _why_ I'm not giving them back to you yet?" "No," said Megan, her voice weaker. She put her hand back down. "Because I know that deep down inside, you don't _want_ me to give them back to you this easily. You want me to dominate you just as much as I want to do it. More, probably. You're the one who kept that chastity belt. It's pretty obvious that you wanted to use it again. Right now, I'm the only one who can let you do that properly." Amy suddenly felt vulnerable as Megan gazed at her. "When I told you to give me the spare key, you could have said no," continued Megan. "You could have told me to get lost, but you didn't. You gave it to me. Maybe you won't admit it to yourself right now, but you're _enjoying_ this. Below that angry facade of yours, you're secretly delighted that I've decided to play this much needed role in your life. Admittedly, it's just a fun game for me, but I'm still fulfilling that role. You, on the other hand, _need_ this. You _need me_." She smiled warmly. "I'll give the keys back to you when I feel like it, not a moment before. Now go and do something else for a bit while I get some sleep." With that, she plopped her head back on the pillow. Amy just stood by the door, her mouth hanging open. Eventually she managed to say "this isn't over," her voice practically breaking up, before turning around and leaving. "Close the door behind you," murmured Megan. Amy slammed it shut. Amy locked herself in her room for the rest of the morning. She only emerged once Megan had left to go shopping for a few hours. _How could Megan possibly think she was enjoying this?_ She had to get the keys back, with or without her permission. It was Saturday, so Amy had no job to go to. She put on a tight t-shirt and black jeans, but beneath them she could still feel the steel constantly clasping her, keeping her locked away. It was all she could think about as she made her way to Megan's room. Amy opened each of Megan's bedside drawers in turn, for the fifth time. They had to be here somewhere, unless Megan had taken them with her. She could just picture her wearing a discreet necklace under her top, the keys to her draped over her cleavage. If that's where they were, there was no way she would get them back by taking them. She shuddered at the implication of groping the woman who was filling her with anger and frustration. Suddenly, Amy heard Megan unlocking the apartment door. She felt her heart race. Trying to close the drawers as quietly as possible, she hoped desperately that Megan wouldn't walk into her room as soon as she got in. Her hope seemed less likely to come true with every approaching footstep, until finally the door opened and she froze, still kneeling by Megan's bed. * * * Megan strolled in, wearing jeans and a spaghetti top, plastic bags hanging from her hands. Her face turned from a smile to a scrunched-up display of anger once she saw Amy crouched in the corner. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "What do you think I'm doing?" retorted Amy. "Looking for the keys!" "This is my room," said Megan sternly. "You can't come in here just because you feel like it!" "_Feel like it?_" snapped Amy. "I felt like having a nice, relaxing weekend, but you put a stop to that last night!" "I see you're still not ready to admit you were having fun." Megan placed the shopping bags on her bed before facing Amy again. "That still doesn't give you the right to go through my things." Amy suddenly realised how vulnerable she looked crouched on the floor and stood up. "I wouldn't have to if you just gave me the keys back and let me get on with my weekend." "You _don't_ have to," insisted Megan. "You can just forget the whole thing and do whatever it is you were going to do that's so important. Is your chastity belt getting in the way of you watching a film or listening to an album?" "No, but that's not the point," said Amy. "No, it _is_ the point," insisted Megan. "There's only one thing I can think of that you can't do with that belt on. Is _that_ what you were planning on doing all weekend?" "Of course not!" exclaimed Amy. "But it's _my_ decision to make." As she felt her face turn bright red again, she added "anyway, that's not what I wanted to do." "So what's stopping you from doing anything else?" demanded Megan. "I can't concentrate until I get that thing off!" said Amy. "Because you're too aroused?" inquired Megan. "No!" shouted Amy. "I think that's the real reason you haven't done anything all day except sit around moping and go through my things." "But I'm not aroused!" protested Amy as she felt tears welling up inside her. "I don't believe you." Megan spoke the words calmly, and that unnerved Amy even more. She sounded like she genuinely didn't believe her. "Anyway, that still doesn't excuse your actions. Even if you did want those keys back, you know this isn't the way to go about it. The only way you're getting out of that little metal device of yours is to convince me you've earned that freedom. And after going through all my personal things, you've got a long way to go." Amy clasped her arm, a nervous habit she thought she'd given up. She felt so vulnerable, and the worst part was that some part of her actually liked it. As much as she hated to admit it, part of her actually wanted to play along with Megan's mind games. She tried to concentrate on her anger and frustration, but wasn't so sure any more that they weren't tinged with a hint of excitement or even arousal. "So what should I do?" she asked sheepishly. "That's better," said Megan. "You can start by making up for invading my privacy. You've gone through all my private things, so I guess I should punish you by going through all of yours." "No," protested Amy. She mentally cringed at her own voice. It had become whiney instead of loud and defiant. "Yes," insisted Megan. "I think that would be the perfect punishment for you. Come on." She grabbed Amy's arm and led her into the other bedroom. Amy looked nervously onward as Megan rummaged around in her wardrobe. There was something more to it than just being nervous, though. Excitement. _Could Megan really be right? Did she secretly enjoy being treated this way?_ Megan pulled out another dress and draped it over her front to see how it looked. "My, this _is_ short," she said, her eyes wide with excitement. She looked like a kid in a sweet shop, given free reign to find anything that belonged to Amy and tease her about owning it. "How come I've never seen you wear this?" she asked. "I guess I've never had a reason to," said Amy, her voice barely more than a soft whisper. "Shame," said Megan. "You'd look really good in it." She looked Amy up and down. Amy shuddered as she felt Megan picturing her in the dress, along with who knew what else. "So," said Megan as she put the dress back, "where do you keep it all?" "Keep what?" asked Amy. She swallowed, and the sound practically deafened her. "All your sex gear," said Megan, smiling. Amy stammered for a second, trying to think what to say. "Come on," insisted Megan. "You can't deny you have any. You're wearing a chastity belt, for Christ's sake. You have to at least own a vibrator or something." Amy sheepishly pointed to a cardboard box buried under a heap of old clothes in the wardrobe. "In there," she managed to say. "Let's have a look," said Megan as she lifted the clothes off the box and onto the floor. She lifted the box up and carried it to Amy's bed, then took off the lid. As she looked inside, her eyes lit up in a way Amy had never seen before. "Wow," she said, holding up a thick cobweb of rubber. "What _is_ all this stuff?" Tearing her vision away from the pillows on her bed, Amy glanced at the item in Megan's hands. "That's a head harness," she explained before turning back to the pillows. She couldn't even bring herself to look Megan in the eye. "It's OK," said Megan in a soothing voice as she put the device back in the box. She walked over to Amy, who was still looking away. She gently held her cheek, moving her face until they were gazing into each other. "It's OK," she repeated. "I don't think it's a bad thing that you have all this stuff. It doesn't make me think any less of you." "It doesn't?" asked Amy tentatively. "No," said Megan softly. "I'm just curious, is all." She put her arms around Amy's waist. "In an approving way." "Really?" asked Amy, looking up at her. "Really," she whispered into Amy's ear as she hugged her. For a few seconds, they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Without thinking, Amy inched her mouth closer to Megan's. She expected Megan to let go of her and walk away, but before she knew what had happened, they were kissing each other passionately. Their tongues intertwined as Megan explored Amy's mouth, holding her close as she did. Once Amy was completely breathless, she finally pulled back. Her mouth formed a contented smile that Amy had never seen on her before. "Besides," said Megan, "how would you earn your freedom if you didn't have a sex drive?" Lying on her bed, Amy closed her eyes and thought of Megan. She thought about her loving embrace, about the passionate kiss they had shared. Before she knew it, her mind was wondering. She thought about going down on her - being _ordered_ to go down on her. She opened her eyes again. It was no use. She'd been lying on her bed, caressing and pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts for half an hour now. She could grope herself all she wanted, but as long as the chastity belt was locked in place, there was no way she could ever climax. At this rate, she couldn't even come down from her state of arousal. Well, there was _one_ way. She could earn her freedom, as Megan had euphamistically put it. One way or another, she _had_ to get that damn belt off. If she didn't, she could be perpetually horny for weeks. Maybe even months. She knew how patient Megan could be when she wanted to. She checked how she looked in the mirror, smartened up her clothes, and went looking for Megan. She found her in the lounge reading a book. "I was thinking," said Amy, "about what you said. You know, about getting out of this chastity belt." "About earning it?" asked Megan, glancing up from her book. The familiar grin slowly formed on her lips, and she placed a bookmark in the page she had open before placing the book on the table. "Yeah, about that," said Amy. She tried to think how to word it. "How exactly do you think I could earn it?" she asked, looking at the floor. "First off," said Megan, "what's the hurry? Why now?" She looked at Amy as if she sensed she was embarrassed. "Be honest," she added. Amy thought for a second, plucking up the courage to tell her the truth. She sighed. "I want to masturbate," she mumbled. "I'm sorry?" said Megan loudly. "Could you repeat that, please?" "I'm horny and I want to masturbate, OK?" said Amy. "In that case," said Megan, "I think we can work out a deal." * * * Amy thought carefully about Megan's deal. It was relatively simple: after becoming Megan's personal sex slave for the night - she could feel her heartbeat speed up just at the thought - she would be freed from the chastity belt that had been tormenting her for the last twenty-four hours. Then she would have a choice: on the one hand, she could choose to ignore how aroused she was, do nothing to satisfy herself, and finally be rid of the chastity belt; on the other hand, she could choose to masturbate until she orgasmed, but the price was that after being permitted to have a quick shower, she would be locked into the chastity belt again. Megan had even assured her it would be for much longer this time. It seemed pretty easy. All she had to do was ignore her impulses and choose freedom. Still, she wasn't very sure of herself anymore. Megan somehow seemed to know more about her sexuality than she did. _Was it really possible that she might cave in and choose to masturbate, essentially making herself a consenting slave?_ In the end, she agreed to Megan's deal. She hoped that when the time came, she would be strong enough to make the right decision. Sitting on her bed, Amy shivered with anticipation as she zipped her knee high heeled boots over her hold-up stockings. The only other items she wore were a lace bra and her chastity belt. She walked to her full-length mirror and looked at her reflection. While she had to concede that she looked attractive, she felt a surge of embarrassment wash over her. She couldn't believe how her roommate had manipulated her into doing this, but she had to admit that deep down she _was_ enjoying it. Megan casually strolled into the room, still in her jeans and spaghetti top. Apparently she got a kick out of emphasising who wanted to have sex, and who was doing her a favour. She looked at Amy, partly with disapproval or possibly even pity, but mostly with desire, despite her attempt to hide the latter. More than ever, Amy felt vulnerable in her gaze. She was trembling slightly, and that only made her feel worse. She knew Megan was the kind of person who would take advantage of someone's state of mind. Without a word, Megan walked up to her and gently pushed her onto the bed. She pinned her arms above her head and gazed into her eyes as she knelt down on top of her, Amy's thighs held prisoner between her own. "You'll have to earn your freedom," Megan informed her, "regardless of how long it'll last this time." _This time?_ thought Amy. How many times did she think there would be? How long could she possibly keep this up? The thought of being Megan's slave for even longer should have scared her, but it only made her even more wet. She forced her head up to kiss Megan, but it was instantly pushed back down onto the pillow by the force of Megan's desire as she plunged her tongue into Amy's mouth, forcefully exploring her. Megan let go of Amy's arms, still kneeling on top of her. Amy sat upright, wondering if Megan was really going to go ahead with this after all. Before she knew what had happened, Megan had slid her arms behind her and unfastened her bra, throwing it onto the floor. It was still only the second time Amy had been exposed to Megan in a sexual context, and she reflexively folded her arms over her breasts. "Don't be ashamed," encouraged Megan. "You look good. You look..." She searched for the right word, and her eyes visibly lit up as she said "inviting." Before Amy could object, Megan slid her hands up to cover her breasts and gently squeezed them. It was the first sexual contact Amy had received in months, and she couldn't help letting out a whimper. Megan continued groping Amy's breasts as she started to flick her tongue against one of her nipples. Shocked by the sudden burst of pleasure, Amy let out an approving moan, which intensified as Megan eagerly sucked at her areola. Without even thinking, she undid Megan's jeans and slid her hand inside, pressing gently on the briefs encasing her labia. Megan stopped fondling Amy for just long enough to take her own top and bra off while Amy pulled her jeans down. Amy gently caressed her inner thigh, slowly moving her hand up and down her smooth skin, sliding everso slightly closer to her briefs each time. Before long, she was gently sliding her hand along the outline of Megan's labia. She looked up at her for a reaction, pleasantly surprised to find an expression approximating a mixture of happiness and excitement on her face. Amy tentatively drew her hands to Megan's hips before tugging at her underwear. Megan shifted position to let her drag them all the way down her legs before throwing them behind her. Amy was a little surprised to find her lightly trimmed. Somehow, Megan never struck her as the trimming type. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd only done it after seeing her naked the previous night. Amy felt her heart race and her breath quicken as she carefully slid her finger into Megan, causing her to gasp. Megan shifted her position again, spreading her legs, and Amy slowly slid her finger in and out of her, building up a steady rhythm. "Yes," whispered Megan as Amy gradually increased her speed. It was her turn to moan approvingly. As the moans turned into loud, enthusiastic gasps, Amy could tell she was on the brink of orgasm. "Stop!" ordered Megan suddenly. Amy quickly withdrew, licking her finger as she looked up at Megan to see what was wrong. "Lick me out like the slut we both know you are," she ordered. Amy swallowed hard, and quickly gave up trying to articulate a protest. She certainly felt like Megan's personal little slut, performing on demand. Amy edged her way down the bed until her head was between Megan's thighs. Her smell was intoxicating. She carefully prised Megan's labia apart as Megan lowered herself onto her face. Soon, her tongue was lapping away at Megan's clit. Megan seemed somehow even more confident in her moans now. She forcefully grabbed Amy's head in both her hands. Amy could tell she wasn't going to let go until she came. The intensity of Megan's moans increased as Amy kept moving between her vagina and clitoris, constantly exploring and caressing. Eventually it was too much and she had an orgasm louder than any Amy had ever heard her have when she was with a guy in her own bedroom. For a second, Amy actually felt proud of herself; confident at something she knew she could do well. "So," said Megan, sliding her briefs and jeans back up, "what would you most like me to do to you right now?" "I don't know," said Amy, her voice trailing off. Megan crawled back on the bed, still naked from the waist up, to sit behind her. Amy only managed to turn her head half way around in an attempt to look at her before Megan started groping her breasts from behind. Amy let out an involuntary whimper. She was putty in Megan's hands, and Megan knew it. "Be honest," said Megan, alternating between caressing Amy's areolae with her index fingers and squeezing her breasts. "I really can't think of anything offhand, there's so --" Before Amy could finish her sentence, Megan firmly pinched her nipples. She gasped in pain. "You're holding back," said Megan sternly. "Just say the first thing that pops into your head." She went back to squeezing her. "Well," stammered Amy, "you know I only really get off of sex if I'm tied or gagged." Melting in Megan's playful hands, she added "or both." Megan abruptly stopped fondling Amy and got off the bed. "Get out your favourite items," she ordered before putting her bra back on. Amy scrambled off the bed, pulled out the cardboard box from the wardrobe and started rummaging around. By the time Megan had got her spaghetti top back on, Amy was eagerly awaiting her. She was kneeling on the bed, still in her boots and hold-up stockings. In front of her were a head harness and a single sleeve. "What are these?" asked Megan. "This is the head harness you were looking at earlier. It's a ball gag held in place by these straps that lock around my head using three little padlocks," explained Amy as she pointed to the first item. "It stops me from being able to talk," she clarified. Picking up the second, she said "this is a single sleeve. You can use it to force someone's arms behind them, so they can't touch anything." "You mean _your_ arms," corrected Megan. Amy felt her heart miss a beat. All her sexual fantasies were about being dominated, and it was finally happening again. "_My_ arms," she agreed. "It also makes my breasts stick out more with the forced posture, and this D-ring --" She held up the metal ring at the end of the sleeve. "-- can be used to tether me to anything, like a chain connected to a hook in the floor or wall." "See?" said Megan. "You can think of what you want me to do to you, after all." Amy cast her eyes down at the bed, realising just how open she had suddenly become. "You can't use that, though," said Megan. "You'll need your hands relatively free. Put it back." "How free?" asked Amy as she put the single sleeve back in the box. "Enough to masturbate, should you choose to do so," replied Megan, smiling. For the first time, it occurred to Amy that if she caved in, Megan would see her masturbating. She just knew that Megan wouldn't be repulsed by the sight. Hell, she would probably even enjoy it. Feeling superior for not being as horny all the goddamn time. For Amy, it would be more embarrassing than she could bear to contemplate. She knew that in all honesty, Megan didn't love her. It wouldn't be like a lover fondly gazing at her so much as someone observing her with a clinical curiosity. Amy pulled out a pair of lockable wrist cuffs, held together by a short yet very sturdy looking chain. "I can only just about grope and finger myself with my hands tied behind my back with these," she said, offering it to Megan. Megan grinned. "Perfect." Amy looked up nervously at Megan, who simply smiled back down at her. Megan swung the five keys around her finger. "Don't move, I'll be right back," she said as she left Amy's bedroom. Amy had, on her order, strapped the head harness on herself, then padlocked all three straps of it firmly shut on her insistence. Megan had then tied her hands behind her back and locked both cuffs securely shut. Checking her secure bonds in Megan's absence, Amy was still feeling a wave of conflicting emotions. How had one night spent drinking with her roommate escalated into this? More importantly - and the thought made her shiver, but she wasn't sure whether it was with fear or excitement - how far would this go? Megan returned, wearing a single key on a necklace. Amy guessed which key it was immediately. "Let's see how much of a helpless slut you really are," said Megan, excitement shining in her eyes. "Get on the bed, my little slave." _Slave!_ That word alone, when used to refer to her, made Amy's labia tingle. Megan got behind Amy again, fully clothed this time, her legs stretched out either side of her. Amy let out a long, approving moan of satisfaction as Megan started to play with her breasts again. "You _really_ like me doing this to you, don't you, slut?" asked Megan as she stroked and teased Amy's areolae. Amy let out a nervous whimper while nodding. She would have done just about anything for the first sexual contact she'd had with anyone in months to continue. "Do you want me to go further?" asked Megan. Almost reflexively, Amy nodded again while moaning enthusiastically. Megan got off the bed and motioned for Amy to stand up beside her. "Come on, up you get," she ordered while reaching for the key around her neck. She didn't take the necklace off; instead, she knelt down to face Amy's gleaming prison. She carefully slid the key into the lock, opening the device before sliding it off her and carefully placing it on top of the bedside table. Turning around to face Amy again, she looked her up and down, taking in the sight. Amy wondered what she saw in her. _Did she really look that cute?_ "Now I've given you your body back, you should put it to good use," suggested Megan. "Take off those clothes," she ordered before starting to rummage around in Amy's lingerie drawer. Moments later, she threw a garter belt and a pair of stockings on the bed. Amy had managed to slip off her boots and hold-up stockings as instructed despite her hands being tied behind her back, but Megan decided it would be easier - and more fun - to dress her up herself. She hugged Amy's waist to put the garter belt on her, and unravelled the stockings up her legs one at a time, gently caressing her thighs as she clipped them in place. "Kneel down on the bed and spread your legs apart," she ordered. Wide-eyed with excitement, Amy obeyed her. When Megan got behind her this time, she had full access to her. She started to grope her as she had done before, but before long, one of her hands had started wandering slowly down her body. Megan started to everso gently caress Amy's labia, finally exposed and glistening wet inside. Letting out another nervous whimper, Amy pressed her groin forwards into Megan's fingers, trying to make the contact more than just a faint touch. "Uh-uh, sweetie," warned Megan in a voice somehow still playful yet resolutely firm. "You'll have to do that to yourself, and you know the price." Amy did know the consequences, but she couldn't hold out much longer. With every passing second that Megan groped, caressed and teased her, she grew everso slightly closer to giving in. She wondered just how long Megan could keep it up for. Then something changed. In a fleeting moment of clarity, Amy realised she'd had enough of Megan's evil mind games. She tried to escape from her embrace. "What do you think you're trying to do?" asked Megan sternly. "I've already hidden the keys to your gag and wrist cuffs. You're not going anywhere until I've finished with you." Her voice was devoid of its previous playful tone. She pinched Amy's nipples, harder than before. This time she was serious. Amy shouted out a muffled yelp from the pain. It was too much for Amy to take. Megan was dominating her in the kind of way she'd always fantasised about. Even if her intentions weren't pure or even romantic, it was exactly what she craved. She moved her hand down her back, between her thighs, and plunged her finger deep into her cunt, covering it completely with slick precum. Finally, she would be able to orgasm. She didn't even mind the consequences. She was even looking forward to it, growing closer to being someone's real slave again. Sliding her finger in and out of her glistening cunt, she accepted her fate.

Brett was 8 years old. It had been a month since his big, 23 year old cousin had given his little dickie and balls a quick feel-up in the pool in front of his mommy and daddy before quickly tossing him up and away and giving him a few moments of intense pleasure unlike any he'd thought possible before.. He'd tried to recreate the wonderful feelings he'd felt while his cousin was doing it to him as he lay awake in bed at night, and even when he first woke up in the morning without success, He couldn't even come close, but it was better than nothing. Ever since that furtive feel-up, the normally shy boy had felt compelled to approach every adult male he encountered in the pool in an effort to experience those wonderful feelings again. It was now Friday after school and he was back in the pool with 3 of his friends with one of the other boys' moms watching from the safety of a poolside chaise lounge as they messed around trying to dunk, tag, and out-do each other. One of his friends had to leave the pool early because his dad was taking camping for the weekend, And another had to get ready to go out to dinner at 5:00. That left him alone with Paul and his mom. One of the neighborhood dads showed up unexpectedly at 4:12 and started doing laps on the other side of the pool. Brett, as was his compulsion over the last month, went over to the man yelling, "Throw me! Throw me! Will you throw me, please!" The man sighed, then obliged, easily picking the small boy up with one hand behind his back and the other under his small bum as he tossed him up and away to land in the deep end. Paul and his mom both rolled their eyes. They didn't even know the man. Neither did Brett. "What was it with this kid?" they both thought as they looked at each other. with a bewildered look on their faces. It didn't matter. Paul's mother had had enough. She was leaving, and no kids under 12 were allowed at the pool without adult supervision. That meant Brett was leaving too. "Awww, come on! He just got here! I want him to throw me some more. I don't wanna go yet." Brett whined "Well, I'm going, so that means you have to too. Unless this nice gentleman wants to watch you. Pool rules." Brett turned towards the man and gave him his best Pleading Puppy look. "Please mister. Can you please watch me when she goes?" the boy begged. The handsome man sighed again. "Well, I suppose so." he said. "Yeah! Can I stay, please?" the cute boy asked as he turned to the woman and his friend whom he'd come to the pool with. "Will you send him home by 6? that's when his mother asked me to send him home." Paul's mother asked, frustration clear in her voice. The boy wasn't really her problem, after all. "Yeah, I can do that. I should be getting hungry before that." the man said'. "I'm Jane, and this is my son Paul. And that boy is Brett, And you?" she said by way of introduction. As she picked up her towel and cell phone. "I'm Phil Robertson." he said as he waved at her while standing in the waist deep water. "Come along Paul." she said as she turned and started walking to the Pool Exit. "Later, Brett." the freckle-faced red-head said, then turned to follow his mother out the gate leaving Brett alone with his new manfriend. "Throw me! Throw me!" Brett said as soon as Paul turned his back. Mr. Robertson sighed, and once more picked up the cute boy as before, but he allowed his hand to slip down over the boy's little bum onto his thigh. He slid his fingers up over the boy's boardies into his crotch and felt the boy's nuts, It was warm in the pool, so the boy's small nuggets were hanging loosely as the man felt him up. Brett sighed and stretched out in the near stranger's arms, spreading his legs as he did in open invitation. His dicklet had sprung to attention with the welcome sexy touch! Finally after a whole month Brett had found someone else to give him those special feelings again! The man squeezed his nuts and pulled on his smooth bag through his swimsuit. then he threw the boy. Brett came back swim-running as fast as he could. "That was FUN! Do it again!" he said with a humongous smile on his face as he turned into proper grasping position for the man. The man put his hands under the boy's armpits, and lifted him up, pulling him closer as he did so. He put one hand behind the boy's back and the other slid onto his thigh, repeating the earlier hold. He once more felt the boy's nuts, but slid his hand up over his hard 3 inch boy spike. He wasn't surprised to find it hard. He stroked up and down, enjoying the sexual contact and making sure the boy understood it was no mistake. Brett once more relaxed and spread his legs in invitation as the man felt him up. Mr. Robertson threw him again. And Brett returned with a bigger shit-eating grin on his face. He was finally getting what he wanted! Brett moved into position again. Mr. Robertson once more took hold of the boy, but looked around, surveying the area for prying eyes as he did so before sliding his hand down the front of Brett's boardies and grabbing the boy's package in his hand. He squeezed the naked nuts with his fingers as he pressed and stroked his short shaft with the heel of his hand. Brett threw his head back and gasped as his whole body went limp. He was putty in the man's hands. "Lets go over here, shall we?" the man told the boy as he turned around holding the boy by his armpits with his small feet off the bottom of the pool. He slowly carried the boy towards the side of the pool where it was just deep enough that he couldn't touch bottom. Once there he lifted him up and bent him over the edge of the pool. Brett looked back at the man and tried to pull himself out of the pool. "No, no, now. Stay there. Just like that. Now that's a good boy." Mr. Robertson told him as he slid a hand up the boy's loose leg hole and started feeling his naked ass and nuts. He once more reached under the boy and gave his cocklet a few stimulating strokes. "Unnnngh, uuuuuuungh!" the boy gasped, as he instinctively humped his hips. "That's it. Atta boy." Mr. Robertson coaxed the boy as he once more looked around while stroking the boy's back. "Ohhh, feels so good!" Brett sighed as the man played with his toys. "Yeah, I knew you'd like that." the man whispered as he bent over the boy and whispered in his ear. He nibbled the boy's earlobe and eased his crotch against the boy's bottom. "Mmmmmmmmmm! Such a nice boy." Where do you live?" the man asked quietly as he humped against the boy's tight bum, giving the boy a good idea of his girth. "Uuuugh! Brett moaned in ecstasy. "Maple Drive." the innocent but horny boy answered as the man purposely sexed him up. "Yeah! Good boy." the man responded sexily. "That's real close." he said with a smile. There were only a few houses on that street. "What's your last name?" he asked. "Ohh! Miller!" Brett gasped with pleasure as the man purposely squeezed his immature nuts. "Well, Brett Miller, I have to go home now, and you can't stay in the pool by yourself. But if you don't want to go home just yet, and you want more of this," he said as he pushed his hips hard against the boy's tight bottom and pulled downward on his little shaft, "then come over to my house at 146 Elm Street, and I can make you feel even better than this." he quietly whispered in the cute boy's ear before licking his ear and nipping at his neck. "But wait a couple minutes so people don't know you're following me, okay?" he instructed as he pulled on the boy's little nuts. "Oohh! Okay!" the aroused boy gasped. And with that, Mr. Robertson straightened up, turned, swam to the far side of the pool, pulled himself out of the water, dried himself off, and slowly walked out of the Pool Area, and down the street towards his house. Brett stayed bent over the side of the pool the whole time, panting as his dicklet pulsed wondering what to do. He wanted to go with the man, but he was a little bit scared too. His dicklet didn't care if the boy was scared and demanded the boy go get more strokes from the sexy man, He pulled himself out of the pool and quickly dried off as soon as the man was out of sight and half-hurried after him, trying hard not to seem as eager to catch up as he was. Mr, Robertson hadn't been home 2 minutes when his doorbell rang. He placed his beer on the counter, tossed his towel in the Laundry Room, and opened it. He wasn't surprised by what he saw. Little Brett Miller was standing there nervously smiling on the doorstep eager, yet scared to continue his molestation. "Come on in." Mr. Robertson said with a smile. the boy hesitated for a second, then stepped nervously into the house. Mr. Robertson closed the door behind him, locked the door, and turned the key in the deadbolt. Brett was locked inside with the horny man. "I'm glad you decided to come." he said as he reached down and slid his hand once more into the boy's boardies. Brett instinctively took a step back as the man's hand drove down to his crotch but then stepped closer. His cocklet had stiffened immediately as the man's hand made contact . Mr. Robertson grasped the boy's small package, and smiled. "Still hard, I see." he said with a knowing grin. Brett gasped and bent over from the man;s electric touch but, but managed to give a little grin and nod his head as the man fondled him. "Those have to come off." the man instructed as he pulled his hand out. He grabbed the strings and gave them a yank. He pulled the sides of the suit out, pushed them down in back hooking them under the boy's cute buns and then drew his hands around front and pushed them down to expose his stiffened pricklet. Brett gasped as he found himself standing naked in front of the 45ish man. He looked up at the man, giggled, then down at his feet covering his goodies as he did. "No need to cover up, lil man! I've already had a good feel. I know what you've got." the man said as he bent down and swiped the boy's hands away from his package. "You're so cute like that. You ought to run around naked always. Why don't you step out of those."he added as he looked down at the boy's boardies pooled around his feet and put his toes on them to emphasize the point. Brett looked down at his boardies then up at the man. Then left and right as he quickly thought about what to do, and then stepped out of them. Mr. Robertson kicked the boy's swimsuit into a corner. "Now pull mine down." he said with a smile. This was getting more intense than the young boy had hoped. He came over to the man's house hoping to get his dicklet yanked and his nuts tickled. Now he was being told to take the man's swimsuit off? Then again, it could be nice to see what a man's dicky looked like. He reached out, pulled his hands back then reached out again. He hesitated "Go ahead. Pull the string." Brett looked up at the man, blushed, giggled and half looked down and away, but he slid his fingers into the man's waistband and felt around for the string. His fingers found the man's cockhead first. Mr. Robertson gasped. "Yeah, Brett. That's was nice. Go ahead." Brett giggled again, he felt naughty for having touched the man's wee-wee, but found the string, took it out, and pulled it. He was smiling now. It was fun undressing the man. "Come on, pull them down." the man encouraged. Brett slid his fingers into the waistband at the man's hips, pushed back and down, bringing his face to within inches of the man's crotch, pulled them down and hooked them under the man's hairy ass-cheeks. He got a big smile on his face again, and looked up at the man trying to suppress his giggling. Mr. Robertson smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. He giggled again, flashed his shining eyes up at the handsome man, and quickly pulled the man's suit out and down. He really liked this man! "There we go! That's a good boy!" the man said. "You like my cock?" he asked as the small boy stared appreciatively at the large male organ. Brett nodded with his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe how big it was. Mr. Robertson flexed it. "Go ahead, you can touch it." he encouraged. Brett looked up at him to see if he'd heard right. He had. He reached out with his hand, and stroked the shaft with his fingers,feeling the wrinkly skin, veiny skin and the hard shaft underneath. It wasn't smooth and silky like his. "You like that, don't you?" he asked. "Here, wrap your hand around it, and stroke it like this." he said as he gently wrapped his hand around the boy's and started moving it up and down. He guided the boy's hand for only a minute, then released his grip and watched the boy as he jacked him off on his own. Brett really liked it. It was fun playing with the man's cock1 Another minute passed, and Mr. Robertson put his hand on his head. He pressed down gently, saying, "A boy should be on his knees when he's worshiping a man's cock." Brett got the message and dropped to his knees on the cold hard marble. It made him feel like a slave, but he continued jacking his new man friend's cock as he looked from the man's face down to his cock, and back again. A drop of precum appeared at the tip. "What's that?" he asked, "Is it pee?" "No, baby. It's not pee. Give it a sniff." Brett moved his cute face closer and took a whiff. It smelled sweet. "Its Daddy-Milk. Take a taste. It's good for you." Mr. Robertson encouraged. Brett pulled back a bit and gave the man a quizzical look. Did he really expect him to taste something that came out of a penis? Mr. Robertson reached down and scooped it off with his finger. He brought it to the boy's lips. "Here, taste it!" He said. Brett pulled back again. Mr. Robertson sighed and wiped it on the boy's pretty lips before he could pull back. Brett yanked his head back as soon as he felt the wetness, but then instinctively stuck his tongue out and tasted the gooey Dick-Sauce. It definitely wasn't pee, It was tasteless, but the consistency was nice. "Not bad, huh?" Mr. Robertson asked suggestively. "It doesn't taste like anything." the boy answered with a questioning look on his face. "No it doesn't, and its good for you. You should have some more. Here." the man said as he scooped some more from his leaking dick and proffered it to the lil cutie. Brett thought for a second, then opened his mouth and sucked it off the man's finger. He smacked his lips, liking the new treat. "Its even better when you take it directly from the source. Here, give it a lick." he said, pointing his hardened rod at the boy's mouth. Brett wasn't sure about that. The man wanted him to lick his dick? It sounded gross. But that was where the yummy treat came from. He guessed it was okay. He put his hand around the thick shaft again and gave it a lick. The man's dick just tasted like skin and he got more of the gooey treat. He licked again. "Jack it some more, and more will come out for you." the man suggested. Brett did as he said, and was soon jacking the man cock and giving it a lick whenever the gooey stuff came out. Give it a kiss, babe. I'll make even more for you if you do it." Brett once more did as the man suggested. There wasn't much of the good stuff, but he liked it. Mr. Robertson put his hand on the boy's head and pulled forward gently. "Yeah, that's it baby. Good boy! It'll come out quicker if you put your mouth on it." Brett did as he was told. Mr. Robertson kept pulling him slightly further onto his cock. "Let's see how much you can take in your mouth, baby. Go up and down on it. Brett did as he was told. He actually liked doing it. It seemed like the natural thing to do. He coughed and gagged a little as the cock kept going slightly farther into his mouth, but he kept bobbing like a good little cum slut. Pretty soon the cockhead was going all the way to the back of his mouth. Mr. Robertson tugged on the boy's head each time his dickhead reached that point. "Swallow when you start to gag and you won't." he encouraged. "Lets see if you're as good at this as the other boys I've done this with. Let's see if you can take it down your throat too." the man added with unadulterated lust. He didn't give the boy a chance to respond, and repeatedly pulled his head hard enough that his cockhead popped into the boy's throat. Brett gagged each time and his little throat squeezed nicely on the man's cock head. "Take a quick breath when it comes out of your throat and hold it as it goes back in. That's what the other boys do." he added as he continued face fucking the little boy before him. There were tears rolling down Brett's face and snot coming out his nose. But as hard as it was being used like this, he liked it, and didn't resist his first face fucking. In and out, back and forth, over and over the man thrust into the kneeling boy's cute face. After 5 minutes he shoved in deep one last time and shot the first rope of cum straight into his stomach. He pulled back while holding the boy's head firmly in his hands and dumped the next 4 blasts into his mouth, then pulled out and sprayed the 6th and 7th shots over the spluttering boy's surprised face. Brett coughed and spluttered, trying to catch his breath while the handsome man smiled down at him. He realized his knees were sore. "You did okay, champ. Not bad for your first time. I think you're a natural. Just a little bit of practice and you'll be awesome." the man said as he wiped some cum from the boy's left eye and wiped it on his lips. Brett quickly licked it off and swallowed as he caught his breath. Mr. Robertson grabbed Brett's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Go upstairs and start the water in the shower I'll be right up to help you clean up, okay?" Mr. Robertson told the cum covered cutie. Then he turned him around, gave him a gentle push and slapped him on his bubble butt as he headed towards the stairs and his destiny to be well, and truly loved. Mr. Robertson double checked the locks then went to the kitchen to get a rag to wipe the few drops of cum that had dripped from the boy's face to the floor, tossed it in the sink, then followed the boy upstairs. Brett was waiting in the bathroom as the once again hard dicked man stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.. Mr. Robertson smiled. The boy still had streaks of dried cum on his face, chest, and in his hair. "Good boy! Did you set the water temperature right?" Brett nodded his head yes as Mr. Robertson reached his hand under the running water to check the temperature. "Seems about right." he said as he took the boy's hand and stepped into the tub. Brett looked up at the man, and followed him in. The man smiled at him and pulled him under the flowing water. The man smoothed the boy's wet hair back and ran his hands over the boy's wet smooth skin, feeling his whole body. "Close your eyes." he said as he grabbed the soap. Mr. Robertson ran the soap over the boy's face, over his slim neck, and down onto his chest. He pinched his nipples causing the boy to gasp, then moved down to his waist. He slid his hands tantalizingly close to the boy's throbbing cocklet, rubbing around it but not touching it, then slid his hands down his hairless legs, exploring his way to his tiny feet then back up to his crotch. He slid his fingertips lightly over the boy's tiny tight little nuts causing the boy to coo with delight before finally once more grasping the hard cocklet and stroking. "Finally!" the boy thought, "It's about time! And he better do it nice! Especially since I sucked his cock like that!" The man felt, squeezed, and massaged the small boy nuts, then slid his fingers onto the short, thin boyshaft and jacked it gently. Back and forth, forward and back he slowly moved his fingers making the boy gasp and coo with his gentle movements. He slips his hands around the boy's slim waist and down onto his firm buttocks, rubbing and then squeezing the sexy cheeks. He moved in and sucked the little pricklet. "You wanna feel something even better? "Yeah..." the boy sighed, luxuriating in the sexy feelings the man was creating in his little package. "K, turn around." the man instructed as he took his hand from the boy's package and pushed on his boy's left shoulder. Brett turned around. The man gave him a gentle push, and he put his hands on the wall. Brett looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing as he felt his legs pushed apart and Mr. Robertson gently rubbed his Grade A ass. "Such a wonderful ass. I'm really gonna love fucking it!" he said, then he kissed the boys left cheek, and then the right. Brett had heard the word before, but didn't know what it meant, but he thought it had something to do with girls. Mr Robertson rubbed both hands up and down his cheeks, then slipped his thumbs between the silky smooth twin mounds. "Yeah, so nice." the man sighed, as he spread the tightly rounded boy cheeks and got his first glimpse of the virgin boyhole waiting between them. "Oh yeah!" he said as he blew on the pretty pucker watching it squeeze tighter than it already was, then he bent forward and gave it a kiss. Brett,s knees almost gave out on him as he felt a sudden thrill at the naughty kiss. Mr. Robertson pulled back briefly for another look, keeping the Pushin Cushions spread as he bent forward again and licked strongly across the entrance to the boy's pleasure palace. Brett groaned in pleasure and pushed his hot ass back against the man's face. "Yeah, that's it Brett. Get into it babe. This is only the beginning. Its gonna feel a whole lot better before I'm done!" the man told him as he held his hips tight while digging deep into his virgin fuckhole with his tongue. Brett instinctively pushed out as the horny man continued to lick out his tiny pussy. It felt great! He groaned in ecstasy as his pussy tingled with excitement. Mr. Robertson ate the boy out for another minute before coming up for air again. He gazed lovingly on the beautiful sight before him. One cute innocent brown haired, bedroom brown eyed beauty of a boy willingly pinned to the wall before him with his rosebud in full bloom, just begging to be filled with cock! He thought about doing him right there, but decided it would be hotter to do him in bed. "Okay, buddy. I think you're clean enough now. Let's dry off and move this party to the bedroom." Brett sighed. He was having such a good time he didn't want to stop. But at least the man said they'd do more. He straightened up and turned from the wall as Mr. Robertson turned off the water and opened the door. The man stepped out and pulled a towel off the wall. "Come on. I'll dry you off." he said, holding the towel open as the boy stepped out. Brett turned as he stood before the man, and smiled as he felt the large bathsheet sized towel close around him followed by the feeling of the man's hands lovingly patting and rubbing him down. Mr. Robertson took his time drying the boy off and made sure to give the boy's package some more attention to keep the excitement going for him. "There ya go. Nice and dry. Why don't you go to the bedroom and wait for me there." he told his next conquest as he started drying himself off. Brett had a huge smile on his face. "This was going to be super fun!" he thought as he ran out of the room and down the hallway, into the master bedroom, and jumped on the king sized bed waiting impatiently. Mr. Robertson dried himself off then went looking for his little mate. He went to the door of his son's room and wasn't surprised to see he wasn't there. "Hey, where'd you go?" he asked in a comedic voice. The expected giggled response came from his room as expected. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'm right here! Where are you?" "Where's here? I'm looking for you in my son's room." "Why? zat? I I thought you meant your room." "A cute boy should have his first sex in a boy's room, don't you think?" he asked as he walked down the hallway with his head cocked to one side. Brett walked to the edge of the bed on his knees and waited impatiently. Why would he have gone into his son's room? He wasn't playing with him! Mr. Robertson walked into the room with his head still cocked sideways and a smile on his face. "Now why are you waiting in here? If a boy's going to have sex, he should have it in a boy's room, don't you think?" putting extra emphasis on the word "Boy's" each and every time. Brett giggled at the funny way his older friend said it. "Well, I was playing with you, so I thought we could play on your bed." "No!" Mr. Robertson said as he grabbed the boy and threw him over his shoulder, "A boy's got to have his first fuck in a boy's room!" he said as the cute boy squealed and wriggled happily as the man turned and carried him back down the hall towards his date with destiny. Mr. Robertson stepped through the doorway to his son's room and threw the naked boy on the twin sized bed. Brett landed giggling happily and squirming as he bounced on the bed and turned on his knees to face his big friend. "No, turn around and stand on all fours." Mr. Robertson told his companion as he picked him up and turned him around. The still HARD dicked boy looked over his shoulder excitedly, knowing instinctively his pussy was going to get a further workout. "Oops! I almost forgot something. I'll be right back. Now don't you move while I'm gone." he told the cute naked neighbor boy looking at him with need written all over his face as he waited doggy style on his son's bed. Mr. Robertson gave him a big smile and walked quickly to his room. He went to the bottom drawer of the bureau and removed a small box before quickly returning to his son's bedroom and his next young fuck. He had about an hour and a half before his wife and son came back from a trip to the mall. That should be plenty of time for him to finish opening the lil cutie, give him a good fuck, clean him up, and send him home to his mommy. He put on a big, happy smile as he stepped back into his son's room anticipating what he was about to do to this cute boy waiting impatiently on his son's bed. "Sorry about that. I just needed a few things so I could do this right for you." he said as he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and deposited the box next to him on the floor. He put his hands on the boy's buns and rubbed them lightly. He bent forward and kissed one smooth bun and then the other. He came up for air, looked at the beautiful sight before him, parted the crevasse with his thumbs, and kissed the boys cunt. Brett giggled and pulled away when he felt the sexy, tickly kiss, then excitedly pushed his ass back hard against the man's face. "You liked that, huh?" He asked the cute boy before him. "Yeah, it tickled good." the boy told the man with a giggle and a smile. Mr. Robertson rubbed the boy's sexy ass and kissed his hole again. Brett giggled more and wriggled around. The man smiled and kissed his tiny pucker again, but this time added some tongue, licking strongly. "This is going to be easy!" he thought again for the umpteenth time. Brett wriggled and spread his legs a bit, further signalling his eagerness to continue. Mr. Robertson stretched his hole further and dug in deeper with his tongue. Brett moaned and instinctively pushed out put to open himself wider. Mr. Robertson reached down and scooped some Vaseline out of the already open jar. He pulled his face back and lovingly spread the helpful gel around and gently into the waiting fuckhole. He reached into the box beside him and selected the smallest dildo. A smooth 3-inch boy-sized tool. He held the base and spread Vaseline over it and brought it to the boy's stretched pucker, rubbing it gently up and down the boy's crack and twisting it with slight pressure against the boy's winking hole. "Push out, babe." he instructed as he pushed gently against the boy's cunt. "Like you have to poop." Brett pushed as instructed and Mr. Robertson pushed harder. Brett's boycunt resisted for a few moments, but then the head of the helpful slippery tool slipped inside. Brett yelped and shot forward with the small sex tool staying lodged in his tight cunt. "Relax, babe." Mr. Robertson instructed, "the pain will go in just a second. I promise." he said as he crouched over the boy and kissed him on the cheek. "Squeeze and release with your pussy muscles and it'll pass faster still. "It hurts." Brett complained. "Nah, it's not that big. It can't hurt." Mr. Robertson answered calmly, "It's only stretching you a bit. You can handle it, can't you?" Brett looked down and bit on his lower lip. "Yeah, I guess so." he sighed. Mr. Robertson pushed it the rest of the way inside. "Ohhhh!" Brett moaned as his little cunt was filled for the first time. Mr. Robertson held the dildo all the way in as the boy squeezed and pushed with his pussy, trying to get comfortable with the tool deep inside him. He stroked the boy's chest and played with his tiny titties, then slid his hand farther down and jacked his cocklet, and squeezed and pulled on his balls. Brett groaned with pleasure and thrust into the man's hand firmly even as he strained on the dildo. "That's it, baby. Enjoy yourself." he instructed. He waited two minutes then started slowly thrusting the small tool in and out of the boy's clingy cunt. "Uuuuhhhh! Uhhhh! Ungh! It hurts." Brett groaned as the toy cock was repeatedly thrust in. "Just relax your pussy and it will stop." the horny man told the cute boy. He looked so sexy with that strained look on his face! After 5 minutes, the toy cock was sliding freely. It was time to move to the next size. He pulled back and knelt on the floor again. He lubed up a teen-sized dildo and pulled out the boy sized one. Brett's hole stayed open and looked undamaged. Mr. Robertson positioned the teen-sized dildo at his entrance and pushed. Once more there was a little resistance before before the tight boyhole stretched to allow entry. "Oooooo!" Brett moaned as he threw his head back, once more feeling his pussy strain to take the larger helpful tool. "That's it, babe. That's a sexy boy!" Mr. Robertson praised his new fuckboy as he slid the teen-sized tool deep into the tight boychute. "It hurt, but it felt nice. Like taking a giant shit, but sexy."he thought. Mr. Robertson held the medium sized tool in place as Brett once more squirmed and panted as he got used to the longer and thicker sex toy. "Squeeze your ass and push out... like you have to poop." he instructed. When the boy seemed comfortable with the teen-sized tool, he pulled it out and inserted the man-sized one. Brett squealed like a stuck pig as the thick latex covered tool slid home, Brett only squirmed and moaned for a minute and a half while the man played with his titties and jacked his dicklet while pulling, squeezing and rubbing his chicken nuggets, all the while praising him for his good looks, smooth, toned body, and willingness to let the man play with him. The boy ate it up! He was hungry for praise, as most boys are. When he seemed comfortable with the man-sized tool, Mr. Robertson began pumping it in and out. Slow short strokes at first leading up to faster and longer thrusts. Brett was once more grunting lustily as the thick cock substitute stroked back and forth over his sensitive boy bud. Mr. Robertson kept up the erotic thrusting for 5 minutes before he pulled out the the full-sized prep tool. He climbed on the bed and knelt behind the boy. He lubed his cock and jerked it a few times to make sure he was fully hard, then moved forward and rubbed it up and down in the boy's silky crack. The boy moaned. It felt good and even tickled a bit having the hot hard throbber rubbed in his buttcrack. Mr. Robertson centered on the boy's yawning entrance and locked his little head in position. Brett gasped in pleasure. It felt really nice having the man's cockhead there. "That's funny!" he thought as he let out a giggle. Mr. Robertson smiled to himself. "The calm before the storm." he thought. He grabbed the boy's slim hips in both hands, his fingers almost touching as he prepared to fuck. Brett grunted a little as the man pressed forward. Mr Robertson backed off for a few seconds before once more applying pressure with his cock. The boy grunted again in obvious distress, so after a few seconds the man once more pulled back. He pushed against the boy's pussy a third time, and watched as the boy's cunt opened just wide enough to allow the man's fuck stick to squeeze through his tight opening. "Uhh-ahhh." Brett groaned as his cunt lips clamped tight behind the man's cock head. He instinctively jerked forward to disengage. Mr. Robertson held tight to his hips, keeping the boy in place on his cock. "Relax, babe." give it a bit and it will start to feel nice. I promise. Mr Robertson allowed the boy's cunt to rest for a few seconds, then once more applied pressure, and watched it slowly slip deeper into the stretched virgin fuck tube. Brett whimpered a bit but held still as the man bent forward and gave him a hug. He turned the boy's head to the side and kissed him on the lips. "You're so sweet baby, and you've got such a nice pussy. Nice and tight like a boy's pussy ought to be." he praised the boy with lust in his voice. He rubbed his hands up and down the boy's chest then rubbed his nipples hard. He squeezed and pulled them, gave them a twist, then rubbed them some more while he continued pumping the boy's tight cunt. He gave the boy another kiss on the cheek, pumped in twice more, then straightened up and continued pumping as he slid his hands down over the boy's slim flanks to his hips. He ground hi crotch against the boy's smooth ass, then reached underneath and fondled his small package. He squeezed the boy nuts and pulled downward then slid his hand up the cocklet and rubbed it while squeezing it tightly. Brett whimpered in ecstasy in tortured pleasure as the man expertly worked his cocklet, balls, and pussy. In and out, back and forth, over and over the man pumped his cock in the boy's heated sex hole. Brett gasped each time the man's fat cock slammed into his pussy and whimpered as the man worked his nuts, tits, and cocklet. It didn't take 9 hard thrusts before Mr Robertson felt the boy's tight cunt clamp tight and begin to spasm while the boy experienced his first anal orgas, "That's it, baby! See what good things happen when you let a man fuck you?" he said while continuing to fuck the sexy boy. Mr. Robertson decided he wanted to see his little angel's face while he's fucking him. He pulled out.and flipped him over, and pushed his legs up. He gazed down at the boy's pussy, now open, red and puffy with a sheen of lube... just as a freshly fucked boy hole should. He drove his cock back in again all in one motion. Brett gasped as his tired cunt was refilled with man cock. "Jack yourself. Come on, baby, jack that little cocklet for me." Mr. Robertson ordered. Brett did as he was told, grasping his little tool in his right hand and pumping furiously as the man started pistoning in and out of his little pussy. The dual stimulation of his pussy and his cocklet had him gasping, grunting and pushing his ass up to meet Mr. Robertson's hard thrusts. It only took 5 more thrusts from the man's thick cock before another boygasm. racked his little body. The man kept thrusting hard, giving the tired boy's pussy a workout. Mr. Robertson bent down, kissed the boy on the mouth and slipped his tongue inside. The boy responded enthusiastically, opening his mouth quickly and thrusting his mouth into the man's mouth as he continued wriggling on his big cock. Mr. Robertson hugged the boy close and rolled onto his back. Brett instinctively sat up when he found himself on top. "Atta boy, Brett!" Mr. Robertson cheered the boy, "Now move up and down on it. Fuck yourself." he said. Then he sat up and hugged the boy and gave him a kiss before laying down again as he slid his hands down to the boy's butt. Brett was surprised to find himself on top. "Come on now. Don't be wastin' a good hard on now!" Mr Robertson said as he lifted the boy 3 inches then let him drop. He did that twice more before the tired squatting boy got the idea and started gingerly raising and lowering his cunt on the man's cock. "You can move faster if you want. You're not gonna hurt it." Mr. Robertson suggested, "In fact it will actually feel better for both of us." "Mmmmm." Brett responded as he tried to get used to the new position and the exhausting duty that went with it. Mr. Robertson preferred a hard fuck to the soft gentle screw Brett was giving himself. After two minutes of suffering through the boy's delicate pumping, he decided to step things up a notch himself and started thrusting up into the boy's tight hole. Brett gasped when the man first thrust up into his boy pussy. He didn't realize that was possible. He wasn't sure how to react, and after a few minutes just held his ass stationary as his man supported him with a hand on each bun while he thrust up into his cunt hard and fast. In series of 3 and 5 hard and fast thrusts the man used the waiting boy pussy, momentarily pausing between sets in an attempt to lengthen the duration of the fuck. After another two minutes Brett climaxed again, his still tight boy pussy squeezing tight and spasming wildly around the hard thrusting man cock. Brett fell forward onto his man as his climax took control of his boy body away from him. Mr. Robertson was almost there and decided it was time to finish it. He hugged the boy close and rolled him onto his back. He straightened up with the boy's legs over his shoulders and started slamming his cock deep into the boy,s young cunt. In and out, back and forth, over and over he drove his cock forcefully into the boy's now sloppy boy hole. Little Brett was sweating, gasping and grunting as the man above him fucked him hard. After another 2 minutes, Mr. Robertson finally felt his balls pulling up, and began long dicking the sexy boy underneath him, pulling back til he felt the boy's cunt lips pulling against his corona and then slamming it back in with boy-lusting force. Brett was pushing up hard each and every time his man drove his cock in deep trying to get still another boygasm out of his first ever and excellent fuck. After another minute, Mr. Robertson drove in deep and pressed firmly, driving the small boy forward until his head was up against the headboard. He pumped in two more times and his cock finally fired its first shot of steaming hot man cum int to the boy's needing pussy. Mr. Robertson kept fucking, driving hard and deep, delivering 5 more shots of potent man cum into the boy's achy boy cunt. He collapsed onto the boy in a sweaty heap with his cock still buried deep in the boy's well fucked hole before rolling onto his back taking the boy with him. Brett whimpered as he hugged the man who fucked him and squeezed with his boy cunt as he felt the man's tool slowly go limp in his seeping hole. Mr. Robertson rubbed the boy's back and let his other hand drift down onto the boy's rounded, cock-filled buns and rubbed them gently. "That was nice Brett. You did real good. I'm proud of you." he told the boy and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Mmmmmmmmm." was Brett's only response. "You'll have to excuse me, I have to pee." the man said as he rolled the cute well-fucked and tired boy onto his back and slowly pulled his limp dick out of the boy's bruised and leaky butt. He went to the bathroom and pissed like a racehorse, the piss cleaning his urethra of any remaining spent daddy cum, then went back to get his new fuck toy. When he came out he looked at the clock at the end of the hall. It was already 5:30. "Time flies when you're fucking cute boys." he thought. He went back into his son's room and the cute 9 year old he had just fucked there. "You alright, sweety?" he asked as he sat down next to the boy and rested his hand on his back between his shoulder blades. "Uh, yeah. I guess so but my butts sore!" the boy answered as he rubbed his leaking butt. "Yeah, it's going to be like that the first few times, but you liked what we did, didn't you?" "Yeah, it felt great while it was in me." the boy answered honestly looking at the man who fucked him as he rubbed his back gently. Mr. Robertson smiled. "I'm glad you liked it." he said. "I wish we had time to do it again, but it's already 5:30 and I have to get you cleaned up so you can go home." Brett sighed. He was tired and wanted to sleep, but the man was right. There'd be hell to pay if he was late to dinner. "Come on, lets go." Mr. Robertson said as he rolled the boy onto his back and picked him up." He carried the boy to the bathroom and started the water. He desperately wanted to screw the boy again, but there wasn't time, so he washed him down, rinsed out his hole, dried him, and dressed him before walking the slightly limping boy to his front door. "Oh, wait a minute.", he said, "Your mom thinks you're at the pool right?" he asked the boy who was rubbing his ass. Mr. Robertson thought it looked cute and sexy. "Yeah." the boy answered. "Why?" "Come here a second." he said as he walked through the kitchen. Brett followed him through the kitchen and into the garage. He watched as the man opened a 5 gallon paint bucket and pull out wet sponge. "What's that for?" he asked as the man brought the sponge towards his face. "If your mother thinks you were at the pool, you should smell like chlorine, right?" "I guess so." he answered. Mr. Robertson smiled and brought the dripping sponge to his hair and wet it down. The water was cold and the boy cringed a bit as it touched him. "There." You're all set now." he said with a smile as he put the sponge back in the bucket and closed it. "I really enjoyed meating you!" Mr. Robertson told the cute wet boy with the chlorine smell as he walked him to the door. "If anyone asks you why you were here, tell them you wanted to do some yard work so you can make some money." he told the boy as he opened it. "Okay the cute fucked boy said as he stepped out onto the entryway. "If you want to do it again, just let me no. I had lots of fun doing it with you." he told the boy. "Bye." "Bye." Brett said. Then he turned around and walked home. He wasn't limping any more by the time he got home. And he definitely wanted to see Mr. Robertson again.

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This is a fantasy (Or nightmare/daymare). If you feel that you are in danger of molesting or harming a child, then you should seek immediate psychiatric help. Remember in most countries there's nothing illegal about having those thought, but if you act on them that's an entirely different matter. Any similarities to real people or places, is completely coincidental. This is fiction, it never happened, isn't happening, won't happening. Don't do it! It ain't good, it's BAD! I don't approve of people who do this, never have, and never will, and NO! I haven't, don't, and won't! You shouldn't either! ============================== Cast Of Characters: Angelito - Slim 9 year old Hispanic boy Mark - Slim, freckled 11 year old blue eyed blond white boy Johnny - Slim 7 old red headed boy Mr. David Crewe -Single Muscled 42 year old black haired blue eyed Italian man. ============================ The 3 boys had been waiting for months. Finally, the big old house on the corner sold, and they were watching for signs that the new owners were moving in, hopeful that they'd have kids their age to play with. Finally, a whole month after the "SOLD" sign went up, a Moving Truck pulled up in front on a Friday afternoon at about 4:15 p.m.. The three boys went over to Angelito's house to watch the workmen unload it, watching closely for any signs of kids inherent in the cargo. As the last of the new owner's belongings left the truck, they sighed. There were no signs of kids, other than the Xbox360 Kinnect, Nintendo Wii and PlayStation3. But on the bright side, there were also a boatload of kewl high end electronics! Just as the boys were about to adjourn to Mark's house to play Call Of Duty, all three of their mouths dropped open at once as they watched a black Lamborghini Murcielago drive up the street, and pull into the brick house' driveway. A tall black haired man got out, and stood in the driveway looking at the house. A few moments later, a Ford F-450 Heavy Duty pulled up in front with a 3-car carrier loaded with a Dodge Ram Magnum V10, Cadillac Escalade ESV, and a Ferrari F50. The tall man walked confidently over to the truck and watched as the driver set about unloading his babies from the trailer. The casually dressed man watched as the Cadillac, the Dodge truck, and finally the Ferrari were backed off the trailer and driven up the driveway. The driver handed the man a clipboard and waited as he signed the papers, before turning to leave. The tall dark-haired man turned towards the boys, smiled broadly, waved and nodded his head, then turned and walked through the front door of his new house and closed it to begin the arduous task of sorting through and storing his belongings, The boys just stood there in awe for a moment, amazed that a man with such a hot collection of cars was their new neighbor. The next day, Mr. Crewe continued sorting and storing his belongings in the morning, then went out to wash his Ferrari after lunch. The boys were playing at Johnny's house when they heard the unmistakable purring of the Italian V-12. They dropped everything at once, and went over to Angelito's house to watch the handsome man lovingly wash the hot Red car. The man looked over the rim of his Oakley Aviators, but continued washing, then waxing his car. When he was finished, he wasn't too surprised to see the boys still oogling his pride and joy from a distance. He threw the buffing rag in the bucket, and waved the boys over. "Hi boys! Want to take a closer look?" he asked with a big smile. The boys looked at each other for a second, grew big smiles on their faces, then dropped their bikes and ran at full tilt over to the handsome man and his Ferrari. They surrounded the car, and peered open mouthed into the interior and the engine compartment with their faces glued to the glass. Mr. Crewe was smiling as he watched the cute boys perv over the hot car! He opened the door and stepped aside Mark made it to the open car door at about the same time as Johnny, but hip-checked the smaller boy aside and practically jumped in the drivers seat. "Calm down, boys! It's not going anywhere. You'll all get a chance to sit in her." Mr. Crewe said as the 11 year old started feverishly touching all of the controls and moving the shift stick from gear to gear as if he was racing. After watching impatiently for 3 and a half minutes, Johnny got impatient, and poutingly said, "You've been there long enough! Give me a turn!" Mr. Crewe sighed and said, I guess you have been there a while. Let him have a turn." Mark let out a loud sigh, turned, and got out of the driver's seat while glaring at his four years younger friend. Johnny smiled broadly and excitedly squeezed past his mad older friend, and sat behind the steering wheel. He mimicked the older boy and made the same racing noises as he turned the wheel as far as he could and shifted while pretending to work the pedals. Angtelito stood shyly and patiently waiting for the 2 years younger friend to enjoy the rare experience when after 5 minutes Mr. Crewe finally looked his way and noticed him pouting patiently. "Alright, time to let your other friend have a turn." Johnny looked up at the handsome man, slightly hurt that his turn was coming to an end, then looked over at the cute Hispanic boy. "Okay, it's your turn Angel." he said, "Sorry I took so long." and got out of the sexy car. Angelito waited for the younger boy to get out of the car and step away. Mr. Crewe wasn't a touchy feely man, but he put his hand on the cute brown boy's back, and pushed him gently towards the driver's seat. The slim boy sat in the powerful car but made no sounds as he timidly explored the controls and shifted the stick. Mr. Crewe decided the quiet cutie needed reassurance, so sat down next to him. Angelito moved over, being squeezed against the center console as the six foot man sat beside him. Mr. Crewe pulled his legs into the car, then put his hands under the cute boy's arms, lifting him up and swinging the boy onto his lap. "Here ya go!" he said, as the boy's bottom landed on his lap. He immediately got a hard on as the boy squirmed a bit, and his body began emitting pheromones. Mr. Crewe had never had a reaction like that to boys before, and shrugged it off as a fluke. Angelito felt the bent rod under his bum, but didn't know what it was, but the handsome man's pheromones triggered an instant erection, and the sexy boy began emitting pheromones of his own. Mr. Crewe's body picked up on the boy's invisible emission, and his uncomfortably bent erection spasmed in response. He put his left hand on the steering wheel, and his right on the key, cradling the responsive boy while stepping on the brake with his right foot and the clutch with his left. The small boy was going nowhere. "Let me start 'er up for ya!" He said as he turned the key. The Ferraris 12 cylinder power plant purred instantly to life, and the boy glowed with excitement as his friends watched jealously. The man revved the engine, and the boys smiled and giggled happily. Without thinking, the man put his hand low on the boy's stomach and slid it down onto his crotch. He couldn't help but feel the boy's small hard on. His fingers started to close around the slim shaft before he realized what he was doing. When he did, he immediately slid his hand back up to the boy's stomach. "How'd you like to go for a ride? Would you like that?" the man asked the smiling boy in his lap. Angelito's smile got bigger, and he nodded his head enthusiastically. "You wanna come too?" the man asked the hot boy's two hot friends. They both nodded at once and said, "Yeah!" "Then get in!" the man responded, leaning over and opening the passenger door. The two boys ran around to the passenger side of the car, and climbed into the two seater, climbed in, and closed the door. "Okay, here we go!" the man said, revving the engine three times before letting out the clutch. Mr. Crewe put his hand on the back of the passenger seat as he looked over his shoulder and backed slowly out of his driveway with all three boys smiling and giggling happily, Angelito still happily on his lap. The handsome man gunned the sports car as he drove down the street, giving the boys a thrill as he did. Angelito was pushed back against his chest, and his bubble butt ground over the man's still cramped hard on causing him to sigh with pleasure. The car went through the corners fast, telling himself that he had to in order to properly impress the cute boys with the exotic car's handling capabilities, and each time he found himself putting his hand back onto the exotic boy's crotch... to steady him through the turns... he told himself. The cute boy was always as stiff was he! After a short jaunt through the city streets and a quick shot down the freeway, Mr. Crewe drove back to his house and parked the car in his driveway. "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourselves!" he said with a smile. The boys all nodded happily with 1000 watt smiles on their faces. Johnny said "Yeah! That was awesome!" with a giggle. "Good! I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Mr. Crewe said with a big smile he purposely dimmed to a mere 500 watts. He'd really enjoyed showing off his supercar's speed and agility to the cute boys, he thought as he looked at the blushing Angelito. "I apologize boys, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get ready to go out. I'm supposed to pick up my girlfriend in half an hour, and she'll kill me if I'm late. "Okay, bye." said Mark. "Bye!" said Johnny. "Bye" said Angelito, shyly. Mr. Crewe was especially amorous with his girlfriend that night, and when they finally got into bed at her house that night he gave her an especially hard pounding while trying to keep the picture of a brightly smiling Angelito out of his head! A few days later, the boys saw Mr. Crewe in his driveway polishing his Lamborghini. They'd told their parents all about meeting their new neighbor and how he'd given them a ride in his super-hot car. Angelito had somehow forgotten to mention that the man had felt him up a bit, but that was his private business, and his parents didn't need to know about that! None of their parents had any real problems with the boy's encounter since the man was now a neighbor, so neither he nor the boys saw a problem with another visit. "Hi boys!" Mr. Crewe said with a 700 watt smile as he saw the boys come walking up his driveway with sparkling smiles of their own. Just as with the Ferrari, the boys were drooling over the exotic. Mr. Crewe didn't understand why, but he couldn't resist glancing at the boy's crotches, especially Angelito's. It wasn't like him; he was a straight man and engaged to be married before long! He dragged his eyes away from the boy's centers, after wondering how much dick the two white boys had to offer and wondering what Angelito would look like naked. When the boys were within 5 feet of him and his exotic, he once more offered the boys a chance to sit behind the wheel just like they knew he would. This time Johnny was the first to sit in the driver's seat as Mr. Crewe held Mark back when he once more tried to hip check the much smaller boy. "Let him be first once in a while. eh?" Mark sighed as he looked up at the handsome man, and nodded quietly while watching the lil red head get in and start playing with the controls. After 5 minutes, Johnny opened the car door, and got out. "Your turn." he said brightly, as he got out and stepped away. Mark practically leaped into the car and played around with all of the controls just as his younger friend had while Angelito waited patiently. After 7 minutes, Mr. Crewe reminded Mark that the Hispanic panic hadn't had his turn yet, and the cute towhead reluctantly relinquished his position behind the wheel. "Your turn, Angel!" Mr. Crewe said sweetly as he gently pushed the boy towards the open driver's door. After the boy swung his legs into the car, the man closed the door. Angelito once more played shyly with the car's controls, and Mr. Crewe once more took pity on the brown eyed beauty. Again, he opened the door and sat down next to him. The small boy was again squeezed between the center console and his 40ish friend. Again Mr. Crewe picked him up by his underarms, and moved him onto his lap. Another instant hard on, this time pointing to the left. His body released another tremendous outpouring of pheromones. The boy responded with an erection and pheromone release of his own. Both males opened their mouths a little as their breathing became slower and deeper, Angelito immediately felt the log shaped rod under his slim bottom. He wriggled around which caused the man to gasp with pleasure as the boy settled in, squeezing his hard on uncomfortably between his hip and the boy's butt. He turned the key, and the car roared to life! Angelito got a huge smile on his face, and wriggled some more. Mr. Crewe put his hand on the boy's stomach, and again slid it down to just above the slim needle jutting from his crotch. Why wasn't he surprised or upset to find the boy was hard? The man rolled down the window, and yelled, "Hey, wanna go for a ride?" to Mark and Johnny. The boy's crew instant million watt smiles, and ran around to the passenger side. Johnny got in first, and Mark wedged him against the center console as he sat next to the window. Mr. Crewe revved the engine a few times, put his hand over the back of the passenger seat, and backed out of the driveway. Once in the street, he revved the engine again, and burnt rubber as he pulled away to the boy's excited cheers! Since nothing been said about his previous joy ride with the boys, he immediately headed for the freeway and smartly let the car accelerate up to cruising speed. It took all of 4 seconds with Angelito bouncing and wriggling around on his lap the whole time. Mr. Crewe drove the boys to a local pizza parlor and ordered a Meat Lover's Pizza with garlic, and played video games with them while they waited. They got back into the car in the same places, with Mark and Johnny holding the pizza on their laps as Angelito snuggled into the man's lap. This time, Mr. Crewe got in first and made a smart adjustment, subtly pointing his cock north while the Mark and Johnny were settling into their seat and Angelito was looking around the parking lot thinking how lucky he was to be riding in such a nice car with such a nice man. Mr. Crewe called Angelito over, and the boy climbed on his lap. Both males noticed that this time the fat log nestled snugly between the boy's small buns. Angelito let out a gasp. Sitting with the man rod running through his furrow was a lot like sitting on a horse! When they got back to his house, Mr. Crewe invited the boys inside and they all gladly accepted. He brought them to his newly appointed Game Room, and served them free-flowing soda from the built-in bar. The boys had a fantastic time playing Playstation3, xBox360, and Nintendo Wii! They also promised not to say anything when Mr. Crewe (Now David to the boys) allowed them to see some Straight but HARD core porno! Everything went fine for a while. The boys visited 3 to 4 times a week and always behaved themselves while rough-housing between video games, but were frustrated when David Crewe disappeared into his always locked home office for several hours while they played amongst themselves and watched T.V. No matter how hard the boys tried to sneak at least a peek inside the super secretive office. They never managed to pull it off! Then disaster hit! The boy's parents started hearing rumors that the kindly man made his living by selling homosexual porno! And worse yet, it was legal too! They were worried that the man whom they now thought of as Mr. Crude (Some even thought of him as just plain Crud!) might have designs on eventually recruiting their innocent children to pose or even act in his films! They didn't want their kids hanging out with anyone who had anything to do with porno, especially NOT gay porno! They all forbid their cute impressionable sons to ever speak to the handsome well-to-do man again much less enter his magnificent home again! Mark and Johnny both reluctantly complied, but Angelito thought it was stupid, and refused to obey such a stupid order despite Mr. Crewe's insistence that it wasn't worth the stress of fighting his parents! Angelito kept visiting his new adult friend, and threw several temper tantrums when the man insisted he turn right around and leave so as not to make more and bigger waves for him and his fianc. After a week of fighting with the strong-willed boy, David finally gave up, and told the boy he could come over for so long as his 'rents didn't find out! Angelito happily agreed, glad that the man saw the brilliance in Angelito's 9-year-old reasoning. Angelito occasionally succeeded in getting his friends to sneak in a visit the kewl man's lair for a few minutes at a time, but always ended up playing video games alone or watching TV on the 72-inch TV. while the man worked on whatever-it-was in his very private office! This only served to make the curious boy scheme on ways to get into the locked room to discover the innocent truth about what happened in there. He finally decided to come on a day when he usually didn't (A Tuesday?) sneak into the house and into the usually locked room! He just knew his plan would work! The following week, he put his plan into action! Angelito hurried home from school, and dumped his books in his room. He quickly downed a few cookies and a glass of chocolate milk before going out the back door and over to the side fence. He peeked over the fence, then climbed it, and quietly lowered himself to the ground. Mr. Crewe's dog, Butch heard movement out of the corner of his eye and started barking as he ran over to investigate the intrusion. He pushed through the bushes, immediately recognized the crouching hiding boy, and wagged his tail as he licked his face. "Quiet! Or you'll ruin everything!" Angelito told the full grown Rottweiler as he petted it's neck. The dog wriggled around happily as the boy peeked out through the bushes and decided that it was safe to proceed. He stayed in a crouch as he half ran across the 10 feet between the hedge and the kitchen door. He waited a few seconds, and then tried the door handle. It was open. He turned the handle and pushed the door open. The big dog tried to push past him, but he quickly grabbed his collar and used all his strength to hold on. "No. Stay outside! And keep quiet!" he demanded as he pushed past the dog and into the house. He had to push the dog back so he could close the door behind him."Stay outside, and don't bark!" he whispered harshly. The big dog was a little upset not to be allowed inside the house, but accepted his small human friend's order, wagging his tail hopefully as the door closed in front of him. Once inside, he listened for a moment, then closed the door behind him. His cocklet sprang to instant hardness as his body responded to the pheromones the unseen man had been oozing as he edited video for his website over the last hour. The boy adjusted his cocklet, then ever so quietly snuck through the kitchen and into the hallway that led to the playroom and the carefully guarded office... and it's secrets. The small boy super quietly walked down the carpeted hallway, still in a crouch, until he reached the office door. He was in luck! The door was open! He carefully peeked through the doorway, and saw Mr. Crewe sitting at a desk with his back to him, working at a computer with 3 screens, editing video footage together as he prepared the next film for his website. Angelito gasped, and covered his mouth just in time to keep the sound from escaping his mouth! On the screens was video of an old, fat, NAKED, grandfatherly white man on his knees on a carpeted floor in front of a couch behind an equally NAKED young looking 18ish Hispanic man-boy. As the camera moved around the joined couple, Angelito was shocked to see that the man-boy in the video looked a lot like him! So much in fact that the older almost hairless man-boy could easily pass for an older version of him! The boy subconsciously reached for his cocklet, squeezing, stroking, and pushing down on the tiplet of his hard boy-bone through his tight jeans. He quietly stepped into the room to get a better look at the video, moving to within one foot behind the handsome man's high-backed leather office chair, continually fingering his achy rodlet the whole time with his mouth open,breathing slow and deep as he responded to the visual stimulation of the hot video and the man's freely flowing pheromones. His immature boy body began emitting pheromones of it's own in response. Mr. Crewe had been shocked by the unbelievably strong resemblance between his small Hispanic friend and the barely legal man-boy in the video's publicity pics when he first saw them, and was sure that this is what the small hottie would look like in just a few years. He hadn't hesitated, and had immediately paid the $350.00 fee for exclusive rights to the video and pictures along with right of first refusal for any of the man-boy's future work, and for the first time ever felt a little guilty to be editing it for sale to his customers. Mr. Crewe's fat cock grew harder and spasmed as the boy's pheromones hit him, and he massaged his hard cock as he watched the old man root the cutie under him. "What would it be like to root Angelito in the same manner?" he wondered. "Could the boy handle it?" Well, it didn't matter because the boy was far under age, so it didn't matter one way or the other. Angelito watched the video intently over his older friend's shoulder, watching intently as the camera moved around the fucking couple in the video. He was horrified when the camera first showed the older boy's ass, he didn't know it was possible to put a cock up a guy's ass! and he was even more amazed when they showed the older boy's face! He was smiling as he panted and writhed through the hard fucking! The guy was actually LIKING getting rammed by the old man's long thick fuck stick! He watched and watched, and watched,unable to tear himself away from the man/boyish-man fuck video despite the imminent danger of being seen by the secretive man in front of him. What would he say if he saw the small boy watching the nasty video over his shoulder? Angelito realized it was time to leave, and took two steps backwards, but he'd forgotten he had stepped to the side when he came in the room, and kicked a brass waste can. "What the...???" Mr. Crewe yelled out as he jumped out of his chair and turned on his heel to confront whoever was behind him. His eyes opened wider and his jaw dropped visibly as he was confronted by the sight of the aroused boy still fondling himself as he stood frozen with his own wide-eyed and open-mouthed pose. Both were afraid for different reasons. Mr. Crewe was afraid the boy was going to tell his parents and friends what he'd seen, and Angelito was afraid his man-friend was going to tell his parents or even bend him over his knee and spank him! Neither needed to worry. Neither wanted anyone else to know what the boy had seen! Mr. Crewe didn't want anyone to know the boy was still coming into his home. "What are you doing here?" Mr. Crewe demanded in a loud voice. Angelito had never seen the man mad before, and he was scared. "I-I-I-I-I..... I just came over to see what you were doing in h..." Angelito started to say. "You came over here to spy on me?" The angry and somewhat scared man said. What would happen now? He'd just unintentionally corrupted a minor! That wasn't good! It was even illegal! "Y-y-y-y-y-yes..." Angelito responded as he struggled for an answer. How was he ever going to get out of this? "Well, you found out, are you happy now?" the man answered. How was he going to get out of this? He looked around trying to find an answer. He leaned towards the computer, intent on killing the video on the monitors. "No! Don't! Please don't shut it off!" Angelito yelled. He still wanted to watch the amazing footage playing out on the 3 screens in front of him. The old man and the young guy were both huffing and puffing. Moaning and grunting as they rutted away in front of the cameras. The boy could also hear the squishy noises of the hard man meat pounding in and out of the boy-man's ass! He was transfixed by the sight and sounds, and his cocklet was throbbing between his fingers. He noticed the long fat man rod tenting out his older friend's pants, and couldn't help but stare at it for a few moments. He wanted to see it! The man noticed, and stared at the boy while instinctively covering his crotch with one hand. He was really in trouble now! The boy knew he was aroused! Angelito looked up at the sexy man's face. His cocklet jerked between his fingers as the man stood there open mouthed. Then it hit him, the man didn't want to be told on either! He instinctively pumped harder on his slim cocklet. He was in charge! "You don't want to tell on me, do you?" he asked, suddenly feeling braver. "You'll get in trouble too!" he said with a smile. He was still shaking, but he realized he could get what he wanted. He could get what he wanted! He stepped forward. "Let me see It." he said looking down at the bulge in his man's jeans. He stood there for a few seconds as the man stood there, frozen in shock. He looked up at the handsome man's face for a few seconds, then back down at his crotch. "I've never seen a man's cock before. I wanna see!" He reached out, and put his hand on the man's swollen jeans covered organ. Mr. Crewe gasped and jumped back a step as he felt the exhilarating shock of the boy's touch. His cock jerked excitedly and his body oozed more pheromones. Angelito immediately felt the effect of the man's hormonal emission, and licked his lips. "Come on, I won't hurt it. Honest." and he reached out and petted the man's crotch again. This time the man didn't move, and just sighed at the pleasant feeling of the boy's small hand stroking his man rod. Angelito instinctively stroked up and down, and oozed more pheromones of his own. Then the boy grabbed the waistband of the man's pants, and quickly pulled down his zipper. Mr. Crewe gasped at the brazen move, but found himself unable to react as he then felt the boy's small hand slip through the opening and grasp his man rod through his boxers! "WOW! It's so hot and thick the boy said as he looked up into the man's sex glazed eyes with sex-glazed eyes of his own. He slid his hand up and down it's length several times. "What's this?" he asked as his hand got wet with the man's leaking goo. "That's called pre-cum. It's a special lubricant that a man makes when he's excited." Mr. Crewe told the curious cutie. "Oh." The boy said said as he rolled the thick goop between his fingers. He brought his slickened fingers to his nose, and sniffed. "It smells sweet! he said with a smile on his face as his eyes sparkled. He thought about it for a minute and sniffed it again. He looked up at the man for a second, then stuck out his tongue, and licked it, the small glob now stuck to his tongue. His pink tongue disappeared inside his mouth. The man's pheromones started working more vigorously on the boy as he tasted the natural sex lube. "Hey, it doesn't taste like anything." he said. The boy decided he needed to see the man's cock, but when the man grimaced as he tried to pull the turgid weapon through the fly. "Sorry." he said, looking up meekly, then quickly undid the button on the man's jeans, and pulled down the boxers. He saw more precum glistening on the leaking peehole, and had an irresistible urge. He wiped more stuff off the man's leaking tip with his fore and middle fingers He liked the feel of the mysterious stuff on his fingers, and loved the scent and texture of the thick man goo in his mouth. He looked down at the man's powerful cock, and started moving his hand up and down the wrinkled man-stick, jacking it. Mr. Crewe gasped at the pleasurable feeling, causing Angelito to look up into his eyes again.with a mischievous smile on his face. He liked the effect he was having on the sexy man. He squeezed a little tighter, and jacked a little harder. His dicklet got hard in his tight jeans, and he reached down to adjust himself so he was pointing true north. Angelito's body started oozing more pheromones of his own. "NO, really, you shouldn't do that!" Mr. Crewe gasped, trying to find the will to stop the boy. The boy's pheromones were having an effect on him too. "Let me see your balls!" the boy said, shoving his hand into the opening between the man's boxers and his dick. "OW!" the man groaned as the boy's small soft hand stretched his scrotum, and his fingers wrapped around his hairy nuts. The boy was on a roll, and wasn't about to stop. Then he heard more sex noises from the video playing behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and swooned as he saw the manish boy who looked so much like him getting banged hard on the screen. "Stand up, let me pull these down!" he said excitedly as he yanked on the man's arm. Mr. Crewe groaned and let himself be pulled to his feet. The boy had already seen his junk, so no harm would be done by doing as he asked. The boy quickly pushed the man's jeans and boxers down to his knees, then down to his ankles. "Now sit!" the small skinny boy ordered as he pushed the man back into his leather chair. Mr. Crewe obeyed. Angelito sat on the man's lap, facing the video monitors. It felt uncomfortable with the man's thick rod behind him, so he got up, pushed it down, and guided it between his legs as he sat back down. It rubbed against his sensitive balls and even the tip of his covered cocklet as he moved around trying to get comfortable. Mr. Crewe moaned as the boy's body rubbed against his. It felt so right! Angelito reached down and started jacking his cocklet in his left hand and the man's in his right, comparing the length, width, and texture of the two organs, and thrilling in it! Both males increased their production of pheromones, getting more and more aroused as the boy's masturbation of himself and his man continued. Mr. Crewe started producing even more precum, and little Angelito couldnt help but wriggle around as he got more and more excited! Finally, he couldnt take any more! The man-boyish man action on the screen combined with the sex sounds and the sexy feelings in his body combined with the skin-on-skin contact with his sexy man was too much! He had to have a cock in his butt, and he had to have it now! Without warning, he got up off his mans lap, the fat fuck-stick scraping through his furrow as he moved forward, and got on his knees in front of the handsome man. "Come on! I want it up my butt! I have to have it! NOW!" he said as he grabbed the man's engorged boy prodder. Mr. Crewe was shocked, even a little horrified if he was to be honest. The situation was getting increasingly out of control. His little friend just told him he wanted to get raped, and he didn't see how the boy could survive such a feat, or how he could even get his fat rod in him to do it. He gasped in pleasure as the sexy boy pulled on his cock. What was he going to do? The boy had him over a barrel, but he didn't want to kill him! He didn't move. Angelito realized he was going to have to be firm with the man. He released his grip and grabbed the man by the nuts. "Oh!", he yelped as he jumped forward. Angelito smiled. "That did it!", he thought, and sure enough, the man moved off the chair and knelt behind him. "This isn't happening, it just isn't possible!" Mr. Crewe thought as he knelt behind the slim rump of the cute boy. WOW! Did he ever look sexy! Angelito gave the man's balls another jerk, pulling him into position behind him. "Come on! Let's do it!" he said impatiently. Mr. Crewe just knelt there, wondering how to respond. This isn't right!" he thought. Angelito's cunt was tingling. He NEEDED cock NOW! He grabbed the man's dick again, and pulled it forward, angling the mushy head down towards his waiting pussy. Mr. Crewe gave another pleasured groan as the boy instinctively rubbed his cockhead up and down through his crack. He gave a small, instinctual thrust forward as his leaking cockhead slid over the boy's pinpoint pucker. Angelito gasped at the pleasurable sensation. "This feels SOOOOO RIGHT!" he thought as he pushed back. Mr. Crewe was surprised, but pleased by the boys reaction. He couldn't help it, he was losing his resolve, and felt so good! If it was good for the goose (boy), it was good for the gander (man)! Mr. Crewe finally put his hands on the boy's hips, he rubbed the silky smooth globes, and gently humped at the boy's sexy rump. Yes!" He thought. "This is good!" He grabbed his cock in one hand, and held the boy's hip with the other as Angelito got on all fours pumping his slim ass back at the sexy may who was finally in position behind him. He humped at the boy. "Maybe if I just hump off on him? That'll be alright, won't it?" he thought. "There's really no harm if this is what the boy wants..." He let stopped humping for a moment, and let his hand wander under the boy and felt his crotch. His little 2 inch dicklet was ramrod hard! He jacked on it, squeezing his fist as he slid it back and forth over slim boy spike. Angelito moaned with pleasure, and looked back glassy eyed at his sexy man. "This is soooo perfect!" he thought! Mr. Crewe felt the boy's tiny nuts, pulled up tight in his smooth sack. He squeezed and pulled on them, then rubbed them before returning his hand to the boy's rodlet. He stroked it with two fingers, up and down, back and forth. twirling his fingers on the boys sensitive tip before squeezing and pulling his fingers back down the short stalk. The sexy boy moaned and squirmed in ecstasy under the mans practiced finger work. Mr. Crewe moved his hand back to the boy's hips, and humped harder against the kid's sexy rear. He instinctively pushed harder still as his slick gland slid over the tiny pucker. The more he did, the slicker the unused sexport got, and the kid's cock sleeve started to relax. Mr. Crewe could swear his cockhead was starting to slip into the boy's fuckhole... just a little... and it was! After a few minutes, Mr. Crewe's cock was no longer slipping up and down through the boy's now slimy crack, but always centering it's penetrative effort's squarely on the kids virgin pucker. The horny man grunted as he pushed at the resistant portal while pulling backwards on the kid's slim hips. Angelito was fully into the spirit of things, rucking his hips backwards and pushing at the mans fat boy plugger, trying with all his might to get on the thick fun pole shoe could experience the ecstasy that his older doppelganger in the video was enjoying. Mr. Crewe's resistance to fuck had reached an all time low. He now wanted to probe the boy with his prong. He somehow knew it was meant to be. And why not? The boy, as young and tight ashes obviously was obviously wanted to be fucked! But no matter how hard the rutting pair tried to couple, it seemed no use. The boy was just too darned tight! Mr. Crewe, his resistance now completely gone knew what head to do. He sat back on his haunches and gently rubbed the boy's satiny cheeks, leaned down kissed each perfect globe, parted the boy's cheeks with his thumbs, and then finally kissed the pretty pucker in between. The boy tasted clean and fresh with just a hint of sweet sweat, just like a tasty boy ought to! Angelito giggled and squirmed! "That was better than having his man's fat fuckstick pushing at his hole! he thought. Mr. Crewe kissed his pulsing pucker again, but this time stuck out his tongue and drilled. The man's tongue entered the pretty pussy to a tiny extent as the boys squirmed, wriggled, and giggled with glee. "This is the best thing yet!", he thought. Mr. Crewe steadied the boy's randy rump in his hands, and kissed again, licking deeper still. The boy giggled hysterically, squirmed and pushed his bucking hips back at the man's nasty tongue. Mr. Crewe licked harder and deeper, then licked his thumbs and pushed them into the slightly parted pussy pucker, and stretched. Angelito groaned in pain! That hurt! "Don't worry, sweety, it'll get better, I promise." the man said gently, then moved up over the boy and kissed his left cheek. Angelito believed him, and why shouldnt he? The proof was right there in the video playing out before his lust filled eyes! "Tell you what, honey. I know a way to make this easier on you. Stay right there, and I'll be right back. I just need to get something out of the bathroom." the man said, then got up to get the needed thing. Angelito groaned again. Despite the pain of having his virgin cockport stretched, he really did want to go through with it and get his first fuck. Part of him was afraid his man would change his mind and come back dressed. He needn't have worried. Mr.Crewe's cock was making all the decisions now, and it had decided the little angel's pussy needed to be popped. Mr. Crewe came back with a tube of Vaseline in his hand, and quickly resumed his position behind the cute boy. The horny man knelt down with a comforting smile on his face and gently rubbed the boy's tender cheeks. He bent down and kissed first the left cheek, and then the right. He rubbed the silky smooth cheeks in a circular fashion a little longer, then once more slid his thumbs into the shallow crevasse, and parted the beautiful glowing white globes. Angelito gasped, and Mr. Crewe put his pointer fingers to work on the boy's tender pucker. He stroked around it, circling it carefully, then once more centered on the center of the portal and pushed. The boy winced again. Mr. Crewe sighed. As much as he wanted the added friction of a dry fuck, the boy really did need the to be well lubed. He kissed the boy's waiting cunt, and licked inside one last time, then opened the tube, and squeezed some onto his fingers. He spread the messy, but required jelly onto the boy's pucker and pushed some inside. The lil cutie gasped as the man's thick finger easily penetrated his virgin pussy spread the goo around inside, then started moving in and out, twisting them as he pumped. Angelito got a strained look on his face as the horny man finally began to properly prepare him for his first fuck. In and out, twisting and turning, bending this way and that, exploring the cute and horny boy's sex hole for the first time, delighting in the way the boy strained, and gasped as the man began to stretch him out. As soon as the boy seemed to relax and loosened his cunt's vice like grip on his finger, the man drove a second finger in beside the first. Angelito gasped and tried to bolt forward as he felt himself stretched to double the width. Mr. Crewe quickly hooked his right hand around the boy's hip, stopping him in his tracks. He chuckled silently to himself! "What was the boy going to do when he felt the man's fat fuckstick power into him for the first time?" he thought. He grabbed the near virgin's cocklet (Still HARD!) and jacked it for a few moments, perving over the way the cute fucktoy strained into his fist. He slid his finders down to the kid's cumless nuts and squeezed. Angelito opened his mouth WIDE and threw his head back in a silent scream as he thrust forward with his slim hips.. Mr. Crewe smiled and rolled the young berries between his fingers, and pulled on the satiny bag containing them. A big smile quickly grew on the boy's face as the talented man manipulated his jewels. He bent down again, and gave the unused fuckhole another deep tonguing, continuing to delight in the way the sexy 9er squirmed and writhed as he sexed him up, jacking his dicklet and feeling his nuts while he alternately dined on his sexy ass and reamed it out with his fingers.. He felt the boy relax again, and slid a third finger in beside the other two. Angelito tensed like never before, but he was going to have to stretch at least that much if he was to take Mr. Crewe's thick rod in his bum. He kept jacking his tiny cocklet and feeling and pulling on his balls for another two minutes while continuing to eat and ream his squirming ass, keeping the small boy on the cusp of climax the whole time. Finally, he felt the boy was as loose as he was going to get, and he truly didn't think he could want another minute. The time was now. He straightened up and moved forward, preparing for the first boy-mounting of his life. He spread Vaseline over the length of his cock, pushed it down, and lined up for the fuck of his life. The bulbous tip scraped through the boy's furrow til it was gently pushing at the boy's pleasure portal. He jacked on the boy cock a few more moments, then gripped the boy's hips, and thrust forward, pushing against the boy's yawning, but still tight entrance. Angelito gasped as he felt the thick cock pushing against his sex ring, trying to stretch it further still. His sex ring instinctively tried to clench tight as the man tried to enter for the first time.. As much as the lil boy wanted it, he no longer thought he could take it, but his formerly reluctant man was now determined that he would. The man wasn't surprised that he didn't slip right in, and began humping rhythmically against the slim boy bum, thrusting forward, then holding the pressure before backing off, only to repeat the process over and over again.. "Push out, baby, push out!" he coaxed the boy gently. The boy grunted in response, being rocked forward as the man thrust homeward, determined to connect. Finally his cock began to make headway, stretching the resistant fuckhole He kept the pressure on the tight opening, the boy grunted and occasionally spasmed as he felt his tiny pucker start to give way. The tight boy muscle finally stretched so it was just barely wide enough for the man meat to squeeze thru! Mr. Crewe gasped as he felt the sexy boysex's muscle spasm. He froze for a moment, then applied a little more pressure. His cockhead slid roughly through the opening until the boy's muscle started to grip below the head, sucking the thick cock in. In just 2 seconds, the boy's ring snapped tight behind the man's mushroom head and the boy yelped. He was in! Angelito whimpered and squirmed as Mr. Crewe slid another 2 inches inside, securing his enviable position within the sexy boy. "You alright, baby?" he asked, not really concerned. He'd seen enough videos of popping virgins to know what to expect. "It huur-rrRRTS." the boy whined as he continued to squirm a little and started feeling his bumhole where the man's thick shaft entered him. He slid his hand up and down the exposed portions of the man's rod, feeling how much wasn't inside his super tight cunt. He looked over his shoulder, evaluating his fucker carefully. Was the man going to try to put the rest in? Would it fit? How much more was it going to hurt if he did? How long before the would it be before he started feeling the good feelings his older look-a-like was so obviously feeling? Could he take the pain until it started feeling good? Would it really start feeling good? He wasn't sure about doing it anymore. He had been sure it would feel great from the start. It didn't. He whimpered a little and instinctively squeezed his pussy tighter around the man cock. "Push out and it won't hurt so much, okay, baby." Mr. Crewe softly told the boy as he continued to hold his slim hips. The sexy and still somewhat naive boy did as told, and when he did, Mr. Crewe quickly slid another two inches inside his incredibly tight love tunnel. The feeling of the young boy's hot, moist, tight, and quivering steak tube was incredible! Far better than any female pussy he'd ever fucked! Angelito gasped, and instinctively tried to pull off, out from under, and away again. Mr. Crewe held firm, maintaining his position now 5 inches inside the cutie's quivering fuck hole. "That's it baby! Do it again for me! Let me in that beautiful cunt of your's!" The slim brown boy was wriggled and squirmed, trying to get comfortable on the fat slab of man meat taking his no longer virgin hole. He pushed out again, and once more Mr. Crewe shoved more of his drooling man cock inside. "Ahhhhhhh!", the boy yelled loudly as he felt the hard thickness of Mr. Crewe's cock being shoved deeper inside him. He tried to jump up, But Mr. Crewe held his hips firmly, keeping the pressure on the boy's pussy, continuing to creep deeper inside even as the boy tried to pull free. He squirmed some more, and once more felt the stretched lips of his fuck port, and the shorter length of man shaft not yet encased inside his wonderful cunt. He squirmed, rocked back and forth, and gasped. A full 7 inches were now jammed deep inside the innocent hottie. He decided he'd had enough. As much as he'd wanted to do this, it wasn't for him after all! He just wasn't cut out for this. Regardless of how much his older look-a-like liked or even loved it, it huuRRRT! "Take it out! Please!" he whined, the strain of the fuck obvious in his young voice., "Take it out! It hurts too much! Please!" he begged. He continued to wriggle and squirm, rocking forward and back as Mr. Crewe maintained his position on and in his hot man pleaser. He instinctively pushed out again, and Mr. Crewe was loving being inside him too much to stop now. He thrust forward again, quickly driving the last inch inside the boy's silky hole. Angelito gasped as he felt Mr. Crewe's hairy crotch slammed against his smooth buttocks followed momentarily by the man's low hangers slapping below his own. "Ummm, take it out! It hurts! Let me up! Please!" he begged looking back over his shoulder, then trying to get up. Mr. Crewe held his hips firmly, keeping his ass tight against his crotch and his cock deep inside his quivering warm pussy. "Relax baby, it'll start feeling good soon, I promise." Mr. Crewe said, bending down and licking his ear, then nibbling it. Angelito gasped and squirmed some more, moving his stretched pussy on the man's cock. Mr. Crewe reached down, and grabbed the boy's stiffy. The cutie gasped, and immediately hunched his hips forward into the man's tight fist. He gasped and raised his head back as far as he could, unable to help himself from humping into the man's fist and so too humping his ass on the man's thick rod. Back and forth the boy humped, forward into the man's fist, backwards onto the man's cock. each time he humped forward hungrily, the handsome man let his hand be pushed a bit farther forward, thusly forcing the boy to slide his ass farther along his thick cock. Instinct and lust made the boy shove his ass ever farther backwards, impaling himself farther and farther onto the man's steel hard cock despite the strain and the pain. HIs need for the stimulating feeling on his virgin cocklet forced him to all but ignore the pain in his cunt, and as he fucked front and back, the pain in his pussy became less and less, and it combined with the tingly feelings in his dicklet until he no longer recognized it as pain. It just became an exquisite form of heightened pleasure. He humped and pumped, eyes wide and glassy, mouth open and tongue hanging out. He was even drooling with his head moving from fully up and back to dropped and looking back past his legs at the heavy swinging man balls behind him, or twisting his head back and forth, it didn't take long before his pussy loosened up, and he was feeling his man's curly hairs slapping against his smooth bottom. He couldn't believe how GREAT it felt each time the man cock rubbed over that spot inside his bottom. Just then, an orgasm shook his brownish body, he stretched and strained with his cocklet throbbing and his pussy muscles spasmed wildly around the powerful boy stimulator ravaging his tight, boyishly muscled body. "No wonder his older look-a-like was having so much fun doing it!" he thought, now that his pussy had loosened up a bit. The only problem was that he was trying to watch the video while he got fucked, and that damned thick dick squishily pumping in and out of his boy cunt was distracting him with the funny tickly feelings it caused inside him as it moved in and out. Mr. Crewe was now fully into the fuck. He couldn't believe how wonderful it was to be fucking the little guy! He truly had no regrets about taking the willing boy's virginity now! He was obviously loving it as much as he was! "The gods has surely smiled on me today!" he thought as he gently guided the boy's hips, keeping him lined up properly so he could penetrate him as deeply as possible. He was sweating from excitement. and was fighting to keep from cumming too soon. Now that he accepted the fuck he was giving the boy, it was starting to bother him that he didn't have the kid's complete attention! "Come on, lets go somewhere more comfortable." he said, putting his right foot on the ground and pulling the panting boy to his knees, and pulling him back so his back was pressed against his chest, and held him. Then he maneuvered the boy's legs so his was sitting in a crouch, the man's thick root still buried deep in his fuckhole. He then slipped an arm under the kid's knees, and stood up. "H-hey!" the boy said as his man lifted him and turned towards the doorway. "It's alright. We just need to go somewhere more comfortable. This carpet is killing my knees..." he said by way of excuse as the boy craned his neck to continue watching the sex video as Mr. Crewe began carrying him out of the room. "I wanted to watch that!" Angelito said with a slight pout, "We don't need a video to show us what to do. What we've got going between your legs is much better than that, trust me." He told the boy as he walked down the hall, and started climbing the stairs. You can watch it later if you really want to. He moved his hand so it was now under the boy's bottom, and toyed with the boy's cocklet, then pulled, squeezed, and massaged his balls. "Uuuuuuhhhh!" the boy moaned as the near orgasm inducing sensations wracked his small body. They reached the top of the stairs, and Mr. Crewe took the boy into the Master Bedroom, and straight to the bed. No reason to dawdle. He needed to fuck! He stood at the foot of the bed, and told the little angel to put his knees down. He adjusted the boy's position so that his feet and half his shins hung over the edge of the bed. He put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and pressed forward, pushing him back into the Puppy Position. Angelito wriggled a little, spread his legs, then looked over his shoulder, not sure of the man's plan. Mr. Crewe reached under and checked his status. Still hard and pointy! He jacked the cocklet a bit, then moved his hand to the boy's hip. It was time to fuck! He pulled back, hesitated a second, then pumped in, exploring the fit in the new position. Angelito gasped and wriggled as he felt the first thrust in the new position. Mr. Crewe pulled back, and thrust again, this time without hesitation and with more power. It really felt GREAT now, knowing that he had the boy's undivided attention, and the boy seemed to respond better to his fuckstrokes in his ever so tight boy cunt! In and out, back and forth he humped and pumped, one hand on the boy's left shoulder, keeping him down, and the other on his right hip, keeping him lined up. His cock squished and squashed as he pumped in and out, back and forth, drilling the boy's loosened but still boyishly tight cunt as his hairy crotch smacked against the boy's silky buns and his balls slapped up between his hairless thighs and into his chicken nuggets. The boy was still squirming as he stroked through his fuck chute but he took the liberty of feeling his thin, barely muscled chest. He squeezed the boy tits, pulling and twisting them, getting more sexy gasps and moans from the slim kid as his cock continued to drill powerfully in and out of his achy pussy. He pulled out, flipped the boy onto his back, and quickly pushed his thin legs up to his chest. He briefly gazed at the boy's pussy. It was an amazing sight! What had been a tiny pink wrinkled pucker with a tightly sealed pinpoint opening just a few minutes ago was now a widely gaping red raw opening dripping with saliva, lube, and precum He looked for signs of ripping or tearing, but saw none. He dipped two fingers inside, and slid them around the cunt lips, they game back slick with lube, but no signs of blood. Angelito was lying quietly on his back, instinctively holding his legs up and out as he watched his man examining his fuck hole, eyes still glazed with arousal. He let out a short "Ooooooooh!" as the man's fingers explored his abused opening. "Lookin good." was all the handsome Italian said. Then he grabbed the boy by his hips, and pulled him to the edge of the bed, bent his cock cuntward, and quickly slid back in while looking his conquest in the eye. Angelito gasped as he was refilled, and the man went to work, humping and bumping, intentionally eliciting a gasp from his young partner each time he bottomed out in the boy's still tight chute. With the boy in the new position, he bent down while fucking and kissed his little mate on the lips, forcing his tongue between his lips and past his teeth as he did so. Angelito had never been kissed like that before, and briefly struggled to avoid trading tongues. Mr. Crewe persisted, and the boy was soon into it, swapping spit, and chasing his man's tongue back into his mouth as the man played with his tits, teased his cocklet, and squeezed, pulled, and even twisted his young balls while continuing to fuck. Angelito shuddered through another cumless climax, screeching out a series of "OOOOO's, AAAAAAH'S, Oh YEAH's and HA, HA, AH, HA, HA, HA's" till it was over. Angelito's arms and legs went limp as he tried to recover from his most intense dry climax yet. Mr. Crewe showed no mercy. He rolled on his back, taking the little sexpot with him, and told him to "Move up and down." Angelito was tired. He didn't know sex was such hard work, and now the man was making him work at their coupling while he laid there watching. He held the boy's hips as he rose to the kneeling position above him, sitting on his cock. "Come on, babe! Up and down, up and down!" the man demanded of the worn out boy. Angelito just sat there, feeling exhausted, and staring at his man with his mouth open and tongue out, eyes still sex-glazed, not believing it wasn't over yet. "Come on! Get busy!" Mr. Crewe demanded, and thrust up with his hips. Angelito bounced into the air, but Mr. Crewe kept him centered on his cock, the boy's bottom slapped down onto the man's crotch, once more fully impaled on his cock before he could tell his muscles to tense for the gravity drop. Mr. Crewe repeated his upward thrust, and the boy bounced upwards again, but this time he tensed his leg muscles for the drop, and impacted more gently. He was truly worn out, but realizing that he had not choice, he started raising and lowering himself using his own strength. "Now jack yourself!" the he ordered. When he realized the boy didn't know what the term meant, he said, "Like this!", he grabbed the slim 2 incher between his thumb and two fingers and demonstrated. Angelito lost his balance and fell to the side. He just laid there for a few seconds. Mr. Crewe sighed, "Get back on it!" he said with a huff. The boy took a second, then restraddled his man in the kneeling position while the man held his cock in position with one hand, and guided the boy down with the other. There was barely any resistance as the boy lowered his weight on it. Then it slipped in effortlessly. "Now play with yourself!" the man ordered. Angelito knew what to do now, and quietly did as told, panting from the dual cocklet and prostate stimulation. Mr. Crewe laid back and watched the sexy kid fuck and play with himself for a bit. It was a sexy sight, but the inexperienced boy wasn't pleasuring the full 8 inch length of his cock as he slowly raised and lowered his aching cunt over it. Just as the boy started to gently lower his pussy farther onto the thick cock, he thrust up, fully spearing the gasping boy for a few seconds before dropping his butt back to the bed before repeating the process. After a few minutes of this, he pulled the boy close, and rolled on top of him. He fucked for a few more minutes, then pulled out again, and bent the boy over the edge of the bed, the boy's legs were too short to reach the floor, and he quickly re-entered. It felt better when he bottomed out as the boy no longer bounced off his crotch when his hips slapped against the boy's smooth buns. After a few minutes, he picked the boy up, and pushed him against the wall, his feet not touching plowed a few more minutes before returning the boy to the supine position on the bed for the finish. His fucking became more furious as his climax approached. He thrust in harder, and pushed for a few more seconds each time he bottomed out, getting as far into the hottie's cunt as possible. After another two minutes of hard fucking, he slammed in hard, and his thick cock finally spat out it's seed into the boy's tight innards. Mr. Crewe bent down, hugging the boy close, and rolled on his back with his cock still buried deeply in the boy's cunt, a white ring around the reddened, and now black and blue speared portal. After a few minutes rest, he pulled out and examined the boy's cum drooling cunt. Some of the cum did have a slight pink tone to it, but all in all, the sexy temptor had survived his first fuck in great shape! He got up and took a piss. Then came back and carried the boy to the bathroom for a needed cleanup and clean out.

Let me introduce myself, I am now 25 years old married for 2 years without a child. Living happily with my husband, Gotam, in Delhi, India. This happened to me last year.. Everything went along smoothly for about 2 years. Sex has always been great and we went everywhere together. We really enjoyed each others company but one night, as we lay naked in bed together having just made love, Gotam rolled over on his side and turned me so that I was looking directly at him. He began by telling me how much he loved me and never wanted to lose me! He then said some words which would change my life forever, "Juhi, now that we have been married for 2 years and have known each other for lots longer I think it is now time to try something different. I have a friend at work who is interested in having someone else fuck his wife! He has asked me if I would fuck her while he is watching and I have agreed to do that! What I want you to do is to come with me and let him fuck you while I am fucking his wife. Would you do that for me?" I was so stunned I didn't even try to speak. We had always been so close I had never thought he would ever want to fuck another woman. I just hadn't seen this coming and was now in a state of shock. My reply angered him "Gotam, just what the hell do you think you are asking me to do! Of course I won't go with you and I certainly won't fuck any other man! I forbid you to go with this woman and if you do that will be the end of our marriage!" Certainly I couldn't make it any plainer than that! Gotam glared at me - called me a stupid bitch and then rolled over and went to sleep. The next morning I dreaded facing him knowing he would be in a foul mood. I slipped out of bed, donned my dressing gown, and went into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for us both. When it was ready he came into the kitchen and almost ignored me and sat down to his breakfast. When he had finished he left the kitchen and headed for the shower. He showered and dressed himself and headed for work without another word to me. I felt terrible. I readied myself for my work and left a bit later on. I thought about him all day long and just couldn't get my head around why he would ever ask me to go with another man. When I arrived home he was already there. He sat at the kitchen table with a very unhappy look on his face. He glared at me and then said, "Well, I have been thinking about what you said last night and I have made up my mind. I am definitely going to my friend's place tonight and I will fuck his wife as he requested but if you decide you don't want to go then you can start packing your clothes and move out! We will be finished and there is no chance I will change my mind about that! You have exactly 2 hours and 10 minutes to make up your mind because that will be when I am leaving and, if you are not going with me, you will only have 2 more hours to pack and leave the apartment. I will be filing for divorce immediately and that will be the end of us! Do I make myself clear about this! Again, you either come with me and get fucked by my friend or we are finished for good!" I fled to the bedroom not knowing what to do! I thought of ringing my mother but realized that would be stupid. I had to make a very quick decision and it had to be the right one or we were finished. Perhaps that would be best if we did part if that was the sort of husband he had turned into. I had no warning of this and is had come as a complete shock to me! Apart from this stupid request I loved Gotam with all my heart and I thought we had something very good between us. Now it was to be shattered for good either by me having to fuck another man for him or me having to leave our marriage. Thinking furiously I weighed up every possible consideration and finally decided I loved Gotam and would continue to do so no matter what he did to me! I decided I would go with him and see what happened. I moved back into the kitchen where Gotam was still sitting drinking coffee and said in a very quavering voice, "Gotam, I don't like this one little bit but for the sake of our marriage and the fact that I love you unconditionally I will go with you! I must let you know I don't like it one bit - not even a little bit - and am ashamed that this is what you think of me and our marriage. Perhaps this will be the first and last time you make me do this but I warn you if you think I will do this on a continuing basis you are wrong!" Having said my piece I left the kitchen and walked into the bathroom removed all of my clothes and stepped into the shower. After drying myself I walked naked into the bedroom and slowly began selecting clothes to wear. I was almost doing this in a trance! I selected a blouse and skirt which were rather plain clothes, a bra and a pair of cotton panties. I had no intention of looking attractive to his friend and hoped this would express my contempt for what he was asking me to do! I applied very little makeup and just brushed my hair into place not really caring how I looked! I was very upset about this whole affair and wanted to make sure Gotam got the message. When Gotam saw me dressed as I was he just laughed at me and told me I wouldn't be wearing those clothes for very long so it didn't matter what I looked like. He dressed after his shower and we left in our car for his friend's home and what I knew would be a very nasty experience for me. I have been on the pill ever since we married and I knew I would be protected from pregnancy but in a trembling voice I asked Gotam if he had some condoms with him because I didn't want to have his friend fucking me without one and that was that! Gotam laughed and told me we wouldn't need them as his friend had already told him he wouldn't need them on his wife so the same would apply to us! When we reached his friend's home we were greeted by him at the door. He couldn't help looking at me and saying, "Gee, Gotam you sure have a lovely wife - I can't wait to see what she looks like. Please come in and meet Nuzhat." His wife was a very attractive young woman and I was immediately jealous of her looks and her body. Now I wished I had made myself look more attractive instead of looking so dowdy! Gotam's friend Minhaj was a tall man and very well built. I could see straight away that he would be more than a handful for me and I was dreading the rest of the evening. We had drinks around the lounge with Gotam and Nuzhat sitting together on one lounge and Minhaj and myself on the other. Minhaj already had his arm around my waist and was playing with my hips and behind while I was sitting on the lounge. Minhaj started the sex off by asking Nuzhat to take off some of her clothes and make Gotam feel more at home. Nuzhat didn't hesitate even for a minute. She leapt to her feet and stood in front of my Gotam. She undid her shirt - not that there was much to undo - and pulled it off completely and dropped it on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and her magnificent breasts were revealed in such a very short time. She was a most attractive woman and I could see my Gotam's eyes popping out looking at her. She sat down on his lap and thrust one of her long nipples into his mouth. He didn't hesitate and sucked hard on that lovely dark red nipple. Nuzhat really loved that and encouraged him to suck harder. Before I had any chance to protest, Minhaj reached around to my front and undid the buttons on my blouse. He had nimble fingers and in no time he had them all undone. He pulled my blouse down over my shoulders and, as it was falling down behind me, he undid my bra as well and pulled that off too. Now I was naked to the waist the same as Nuzhat. He lifted me up onto his lap and began kissing my tits. He tried to find my nipple but it wouldn't come out for him and I was so embarrassed by this I almost cried. Eventually his sucking became much harder and at last my very flat nipple came out a little way and he was able to take it between his teeth and he bit down on it sharply. I cried out with the pain but he didn't release my nipple and kept on gently chewing on it! It hurt me a lot and I didn't know what to do about it. Gotam looked over at me and grinned. He didn't offer to make Minhaj stop and so Minhaj just carried on biting and sucking on my nipple. Nuzhat now stood up, came over to me and began sucking my other flat nipple. She didn't take very long before she too had the flat nipple sticking up a little bit. She started biting on that one and so my discomfort was increased. She let go of my nipple and moved back to Gotam. She then undid her shalwar, slipped it down to her feet and then kicked it out of the way. She then told him to pull down her panties, which he did, and she stood there in front of him naked except for her high heeled shoes! She had a completely shaved pubic area and I am sure she must have rubbed oil into it because it positively shone in the light. Minhaj had by now stopped biting my nipples and I was relieved at that but now he began undoing my saree and soon had that around my feet. He made me stand up in front of him and told me to take down my petticoat because he wanted to see what he was going to be getting into! Dumbly I obeyed him sliding my petticoat to my feet and then kicking them aside. Now I too was naked in front of him. He whistled when he could see all of my body and told me I looked wonderful. He placed his hand on the inside of my leg just by my knee and then slid his hand up until it was touching my pussy. I felt terrible but just stood there. Nuzhat had undone Gotam's trousers and had him stand up so she could remove them as well as his underpants. As soon as he was naked she looked at his very hard lund sticking out in front of him like a flagpole and she told him she just couldn't wait much longer! Nuzhat asked Minhaj if he wanted to move into the bedrooms or stay here in the lounge room. He immediately told her to stay here because he wanted to watch while Gotam fucked his wife and if they went into separate bedroom he wouldn't be able to see. Nuzhat immediately moved to the lounge, flopped down on her back and spread her legs wide apart and then lifted them up into the air. She then told Gotam to come over to her and fuck her! Without hesitating at all, Gotam moved over to the lounge and knelt between her upraised legs. As a final gesture he looked over at me, grinned, and said, "I hope you enjoy your evening as much as I am going to enjoy mine!" With that he aimed his very hard lund at Nuzhat's choot and entered her with one swift push. She screamed out with joy and wrapped her arms and legs around him and yelled for him to fuck her hard! I knew my turn was coming now because Minhaj turned me around, laid me on the other lounge, and spread my legs wide apart. He had to spread my legs because I didn't want to do that myself. His grip on my ankles was painful but I didn't care any more. Now that Minhaj was naked I could see his huge lund. It must have been 9 inches long and quite thick - much longer and thicker than Gotam's lund. I certainly didn't want Minhaj to fuck me but I just didn't know what I could possibly do about it. When I considered my position - lying on a strange lounge with my legs held apart and my body totally exposed to this man - I realized just how hopeless my situation was! I looked over at Gotam just before Minhaj stuck his hard lund into me and I could see just how much both Nuzhat and Gotam were enjoying their fuck together! At this moment Minhaj thrust his big lund into me and, partly because I didn't want him to fuck me and partly because it was so big I just screamed as he pushed it into me! There was no tenderness with Minhaj - he just wanted to fuck me and didn't care what effect it had on me! I was obviously his slut and he was going to have his piece of me no matter what happened! He hurt me and didn't pause for one minute - he just kept on pushing and pushing until all of his big lund was inside me! I hated his huge body on top of me and I didn't find this very exciting, which probably explained why I was so dry. His continual plunging into my choot soon aroused something and I began to get damp and then wet. At least it was becoming more comfortable but he was very big and completely filled me up. His hard pushing was certainly reaching my cervix and he hurt me every time he bottomed against it. Nuzhat began to scream and I glanced over to them again. They were certainly not looking at us because they were too rapt in what they were doing. It was ironic that I detested being fucked by Minhaj and perhaps to distract myself from his pounding I could look over at my husband fucking another woman and enjoying himself. Nuzhat's screams told me she was cumming and I could also see Gotam was cumming too. Without pulling out he shot his load deep into her choot and then he collapsed on top of her! I was looking at them almost dispassionately not really caring what they were doing any more. Now that they had climaxed I watched as Gotam lifted himself off her body and his limp lund plopped out of her choot and just dangled down from his body. Nuzhat didn't waste any time in moving so that she could suck his lund and clean off the mess which was evident on it. Of course her sucking soon made him hard again and she was begging for him to fuck her again. Minhaj began to increase his speed of plunging into me and the twitching of his lund and body told me he was about to cum. Strangely I found my nipples had extended by themselves more than I had seen for quite a long while. Surely I am not aroused by this animal fucking me! In a quiet voice I asked him to pull out of me before he came but he just laughed and next moment I felt his load jetting into my choot and hitting my tender cervix. I wasn't even a little bit pleased and now hated my husband for making me do this! Much to my horror I realized Minhaj had shot a huge load of cum into my body and I could feel it seeping out of me around his lund which was still reasonably hard. This cum was running down between my cheeks and I could feel it around my asshole. I wondered for just a moment whether this cum would stain their lounge but just as quickly I hoped it did and they would have to have it recovered! At this moment Minhaj began to pull his half hard lund out of my choot. It was then I suddenly thought - I hope he isn't expecting me to clean his dirty lund! Minhaj had other ideas and moved up along my body until his lund was level with my mouth and then told me to suck his lund clean! I refused to open my mouth and he pushed his now hardening lund against my lips and teeth. When he realized I wasn't going to open my mouth he reached down to my nipple which was still a little extended and grabbed it tightly between his thumb and finger and tweaked it painfully. I began to scream and then, as I opened my mouth, he pushed his lund into me. I could taste myself on his lund and I didn't mind that but I did object to the taste of his cum which was slowly still leaking from his lund. I could see I couldn't get out of this so I began to suck his lund clean much to my disgust. When he was satisfied with my cleaning he pulled his lund out of my mouth but by this time he was very hard again! When I looked over at Gotam and Nuzhat I saw that she was lying on her side facing me with Gotam lying behind her spooned against her body. His hands were around her body and he was playing with her tits while his lund was plainly visible moving in and out of her choot! I couldn't see Gotam's face but I knew from the look on Nuzhat's face that she was enjoying what he was doing to her! Watching them didn't make me horny at all and I just watched them fucking as if it was on a movie screen. I must admit I was getting some satisfaction from knowing the cum which was now running out of my choot was soiling their lounge. I wriggled my body hoping more would run out! I heard Nuzhat tell Gotam she was cumming but asked him not to cum because she wanted his load elsewhere soon. With that she screamed as her orgasm hit her. Gotam must have been close because he pulled out very soon after and just laid quietly behind her as she came down from the orgasm. Minhaj meanwhile was making me play with his lund. I was sitting upright on the lounge (dripping on to it I hoped) and he was sitting next to me. He was playing with my nipples again and they were getting very sore, particularly where he had been biting them before. At last Nuzhat stood up from the lounge and walked around a bit probably to ease her aching limbs. She then told Gotam to sit upright on the lounge and, after collecting a tube of KY jelly from a drawer in the table nearby, she moved back to the lounge. She then bent right over in front of Gotam and told him to squirt some of the KY jelly into her asshole! Gotam was quite excited at this stage and unscrewed the lid and then upended the tube into her asshole. He squeezed the tube and quite a lot of the contents squirted deep into her asshole! Gotam dropped the tube as Nuzhat stood up before positioning herself right above his lund and slowly dropped down until her asshole was directly above his lund. She slowly lowered herself until his lund began to enter her asshole. Slower still she continued to move down until at last his whole lund was totally embedded in her asshole! Nuzhat was in raptures with this lund up her asshole and then she leaned back on Gotam and moved her legs widely apart. This totally exposed her choot to our gaze and we could see just how exposed she really was. At this point she called Minhaj over to her and told him to stick his hard lund into her choot! He was a very willing participant and soon had his lund embedded in her as far as he could go. It was very difficult for either man to actually fuck Nuzhat because her weight prevented Gotam from moving his lund and Minhaj found it hard because of the angle she was sitting at. He pulled his lund out of Nuzhat and I could see the large hole which was her choot still gaping from where his lund had been. Minhaj then came back to me, rolled me over on the lounge and spread my legs again. I suddenly realized he was going to stick his lund which had just been in Nuzhat's choot into me! I tried to escape but he was too strong and soon forced me to let his lund enter my choot! I was horrified but couldn't do anything about it! Minhaj continued to fuck me and soon after he shot his load into me for the second time this evening. Hopefully more cum to leak onto his lounge! Meanwhile Nuzhat wasn't getting any satisfaction from Gotam's lund while she was just sitting on it so she moved off him, positioned herself on hands and knees and present her asshole to him. He quickly shoved his lund into her asshole again and proceeded to fuck her. He soon came and shot his load deep into her rectum. So much for my loving husband - he had just done the one thing I detested most - I hated his attempts to fuck my asshole although I had allowed it just once and hated every moment of it. Again I had to suck Minhaj's lund clean. Gee, I hated doing this but he just made me do it. Nuzhat led Gotam to the bathroom to clean off his lund so this left Minhaj and myself alone in the lounge room. He began kissing me and I hated him doing this but eventually he managed to get his tongue into my mouth and I felt sick! He was groping me and playing with my clit as well as my tits but I certainly wasn't enjoying this at all. When Gotam and Nuzhat returned to the room Minhaj suggested it was time for a coffee break and so Minhaj and Nuzhat moved to the kitchen to prepare the coffee. I was alone with Gotam for the first time since our arrival. I wanted to really tell this bastard what I thought of him but he was too interested in knowing what I thought of Minhaj and the way he fucked me to be listening to anything I had to yell at him about. He demanded to know if I liked Minhaj fucking me and did I reach an orgasm when he fucked me? I just glared at him and refused to reply to his questions - he could wait until we reached home for me to tell him what I thought of him. Gotam sat in subdued silence because he could see just how furious I was with him! The coffee break lasted about 30 minutes during which time both Gotam and Minhaj were discussing sex particularly how much Minhaj liked fucking me! It almost seemed as if I wasn't there! They just discussed me like an object. Minhaj even said, "You know she isn't really a bad fuck but if only she would put a little bit more effort into it she would be great. Probably we will be able to teach her how to act over the coming months as we continue these sessions!" Gotam, the bastard replied, "Well, I am sure you are a wonderful teacher Minhaj so you will be able to show her how to behave properly. She has always been a good fuck for me but I guess she is a little put off because she didn't want to come along tonight! Don't worry she will soon learn to fuck properly!" Minhaj then asked Nuzhat what she thought of Gotam fucking her. She replied, "Minhaj darling, he is just a wonderful fuck! He really knows how to make me feel good when he has his hard long lund in me. I certainly know how to respond to him and I guess that makes it a lot better but surely Juhi will soon learn to fuck properly. You are a wonderful teacher Minhaj so I am sure after she has been fucked a couple of dozen times by you she will know how to behave and really enjoy being fucked by you!" Gotam had the hide to say to me, "Well Juhi, how do you like being fucked by Minhaj? Do you really enjoy it but are too timid to say so or are you just acting like a real bitch?" I refused to answer him at all and just glared at him and Minhaj. Minhaj then said, "Well, I now have rested and feel like another fuck - come on Juhi let me fuck you again and see if you can really get into the spirit of it all!" With that he moved over to where I was still sitting on his lounge (Soiling it I hoped) and sat down beside me. He placed his arm around me and pulled me to him. He then began to kiss me and eventually he got his tongue into my mouth again and at the same time he played with my nipples first and then my clitoris! Although his playing with me did arouse me a little I was far from being properly excited for sex and, although I guess I was very wet from all the cum running out of me, I didn't want any more sex, particularly with him! Meanwhile Gotam and Nuzhat had begun playing with one another and were definitely getting excited. Nuzhat leaned over and began to suck his lund again and it was standing up like a steel post. As she pulled her mouth off his lund it glistened from all the saliva from her mouth and pre-cum from his lund. She soon flopped over onto her back and spread her legs wide and asked him to fuck her again! He obliged and soon had his lund embedded in her choot right up to his balls. I tried to resist Minhaj as he attempted to push me onto my back again but he grabbed my breasts and asked me if I wanted him to bite my nipples again to make me spread my legs! I certainly didn't want them bitten again - they were very sore to touch so reluctantly I rolled over and spread my legs for him! He moved up and stuck his lund into my mouth and I had to suck him for about a minute and then he shoved it into my choot! He wasn't the least bit careful and hurt me as he entered me. I suppose I would be lying if I didn't say I was getting some sort of thrill having his lund in me but it certainly wasn't any sort of real thrill - just a sort of reaction to having a large lund in my body. Once he was completely in me he leaned back, keeping his lund in me, until he was sitting upright between my widespread legs. Keeping his lund in me he began to play with my body. It was very strange feeling his lund in me but his hands were now running lightly over my body. His ran his fingers down the crease between my legs and my body and then over into my pubic hair. He scratched his fingers around in my pubic hair and then played with my clit. I was starting to get aroused much as I didn't want to but it was hard not to because of the way he was playing with me. He ran his fingers up into my navel and played lightly with it. He ran his fingers around in my navel and this made me just a bit excited too. Then he slowly ran his fingers down from my navel to my pubic bush playing with the very fine hairs which form an almost invisible line between the two. I found this to be exciting but couldn't let on it affected me at all. All the time he was running his fingers over my body he was slowly moving his lund in and out of my choot! Now I was starting to get aroused! I was cross that I was becoming aroused and more upset because I could see he knew I was aroused. He then grabbed my ankles and forced my legs back towards my head until my shins were alongside my ears! In this position I was exposed to his body in the most obscene way - my choot was fully exposed to him and he continued to fuck me but at a quicker pace now. Gotam and Nuzhat had finished their fuck for the moment and both came over to watch Minhaj fucking me! I really hated this having another woman watching me getting fucked but I was in such an uncomfortable position that I couldn't even wriggle at all. I just had to lie there, exposed as I was and allow Minhaj to continue fucking me! Gladly I felt him starting to cum and Nuzhat recognized this as well and started encouraging him to cum in me too. I watched both Gotam and Nuzhat as they just looked at my helpless body lying there and getting fucked by Minhaj. Mercifully he came and I could feel his cum hitting my cervix - this was the third load I had received from Minhaj this evening. Minhaj withdrew his lund but kept hold of my legs so that I remained in this terribly exposed position. Nuzhat stuck her fingers in my choot and scooped out some of Minhaj's cum and then dripped this onto my lips. I tried to keep my mouth closed but Gotam tweaked my nipple and, when I opened my mouth to protest she dropped the cum into my mouth. Quickly she dipped her fingers on the other hand into my choot and again dripped his cum into my mouth! I hated this but again I couldn't do anything about it! In the meantime Minhaj was standing up near my head and he handed my legs over to Gotam to hold in the same position still keeping me horribly exposed. Nuzhat now knelt down and was sucking Minhaj's lund and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, that it was getting very hard again. Nuzhat was now satisfied that he was hard enough and stood up, gathered the KY tube (there was about half of the contents left) and placed the mouth of the tube into my asshole and squeezed the whole rest of the tube into my anus! I knew what was coming next and looked pleadingly with Gotam to save me but he just held on to me as Minhaj climbed up onto the lounge, positioned his hard lund at my asshole and then pushed! His lund entered my ass right up to his balls in just one push! I was terribly uncomfortable with his lund in my asshole but I am sure the KY made it just bearable! Next, to my horror, Nuzhat climbed onto the lounge above my face and sat down over my mouth and legs so that her choot was directly over my mouth. Of course she then began to apply pressure to her pelvis and soon Gotam's cum started dripping down into my mouth. Her asshole was completely covering my nose and I could only breathe through my mouth thus making me keep it open. I was now being fucked in the asshole by Minhaj and having to swallow Gotam's cum which was coming out of Nuzhat's choot! Soon after that Minhaj came in my asshole! I could feel his cum spurting into my rectum and whilst the sensation wasn't unpleasant in itself I received some satisfaction in that it wasn't hurting me as much as it had when Gotam had fucked my asshole before! Probably it was because of all the KY. At the same time I wasn't happy about Gotam's cum in my mouth but at least I had swallowed his cum before when he had made me suck him off so many times that I guess it wasn't all that bad. However I didn't like the taste of Nuzhat's choot which I could taste at the same time! I had the distinct feeling that this was to be the last of the sex with Minhaj but I was wrong again. Nuzhat suggested, because it was rather late, that we should spend the night at their place and so we all went to the bathroom and then into bed - Gotam with Nuzhat and Minhaj with me! The spare room which Minhaj and I had been given was a bit away from Nuzhat and Gotam's room so I couldn't hear anything that was going on in their room. Minhaj played with my body and made me play with his lund. Eventually he tired of playing with me and dozed off still holding his fingers in my choot! I let go of his lund and tried to sleep myself but it was a while before I dozed off. I was rudely awoken at about 5am with Minhaj spreading my legs apart and attempting to enter my choot! I badly wanted to use the bathroom but he insisted on fucking me right there and then. I hoped I would piss all over their bed but I managed to control my bladder and he just fucked me! After he was finished I scrambled out of bed and headed for the toilet passing a naked Nuzhat on the way. She greeted me like a long lost friend and asked me how I had slept. All I was interested in was pissing and told he I had to rush. She followed me into the bathroom and watched me piss! She wasn't at all concerned but it embarrassed me as I had never pissed in front of anyone before. When I had finished she told me not to wipe myself but to let her lick me. By this time I just couldn't really care what they did to me so I leaned back over the toilet bowl and spread my legs. She began licking me dry (if that is the correct phrase) making sure she licked around to my asshole and right up into my pubic bush! Perhaps I had become so blas about this family I wasn't really surprised by Nuzhat's actions. Stupidly I somehow thought my clothes were in the bedroom and so I returned there but on entering the room I remembered my clothes were strewn around the lounge room. Before I could leave the room Gotam appeared behind me and he grabbed me from behind by reaching around and squeezing my breasts - my sore breasts! Minhaj was stirring in the bed and sat up when he heard us at the door. Gotam asked Minhaj how he had enjoyed fucking me during the night and Minhaj replied, "Well Gotam, she really is a wonderful fuck but she still has to learn to start things rather than leave it all up to me! I waited all night for her to begin fucking me but in the end I had to fuck her! She just doesn't seem to understand what she should be doing!" Gotam then said, "Don't worry Minhaj I will make sure she understands fully and know what to do for next time!" This worried me because I thought this would be all there was to Gotam's stupid fantasies! Minhaj then said, "Gotam, why don't you fuck Juhi here on the bed and then perhaps between the two of us we can teach her how to behave towards me!" Gotam thought that was a good idea and told me to get on the bed and suck him because he wasn't really hard yet. Trance-like I moved to the bed and Gotam presented his lund to my mouth. Imagine my disgust when I tasted Nuzhat's choot on his lund! There wasn't anything I could do about it so I just began sucking him. To be continued .. Shohar ka dost (Part 4) Soon he was hard and moved between my legs and, without any ceremony at all, he plunged into me in one stroke until he was embedded right to his balls! While he was fucking me (and it was fucking because this certainly wasn't making love) Minhaj moved up onto the bed beside my head. I knew what was coming next so I just opened my mouth and let him push his hard lund into my mouth. He said to Gotam, "See, she is learning already - now she is eager to have a lund in her mouth and I didn't even have to ask her! Soon she will just part he legs and beg me to fuck her!" Gotam was too busy fucking me to reply so he just grunted in acknowledgement. I was just lying there letting my husband move his lund in and out of me with no feelings at all. He could have been moving a dead fish in my choot for all I cared! I hated my husband now for all he had made me go through! As soon as he shot his load, Gotam pulled out of me and at the same time Minhaj pulled his lund out of my mouth. Gotam then moved up to my mouth and thrust his soiled lund into me while Minhaj moved between my legs and just pushed his already hard lund into my choot! I didn't try to stop him in any way and again he told Gotam I was getting the message! I was still trying to clean Gotam's lund with my mouth when I felt Minhaj shoot his load deep into me! Once his lund was out of me he too moved up to my head and almost auMinhajatically I opened my mouth and he stuck his lund in and I began sucking it clean! I hated myself but what could I do? Minhaj told me he was capable of fucking me again and to keep sucking his lund until it was hard. I just did as he said after all what else would get this over and done with. At last, after some minutes of sucking, he became hard again. He told Gotam to get the KY and Gotam found a fresh tube where Nuzhat pointed out to him. He brought this over to me, helped lift me so that I was kneeling on the bed with my head on the pillow and my asshole totally exposed to these men! Gotam placed the tube of KY in my asshole and squirted about half of the tube into me. It was terribly cold and I shuddered but only due to the cold - I certainly wasn't getting excited by what they were doing to me. The sudden realization that I hadn't evacuated my bowels since I had the last KY in me and also Minhaj's cum! I hadn't felt the need but I surely did now. Minhaj then inserted his lund into my asshole and began fucking me. Again I didn't protest at all knowing there wasn't anything I could do about it! When Minhaj had been fucking me for about 4 minutes he let out a whoop and came in my asshole! He pulled out and Gotam took his place and he, too, shot his load deep into my rectum. Now I could feel a distinct pressure in my rectum and I knew I would have to visit the bathroom very quickly or make a terrible mess! I was also surprised they didn't attempt to put their lunds into my mouth to clean them. The devil in me made me wait and not say anything about going to the bathroom except to say that my poor rectum was completely full and I could hardly hold it all in! Minhaj thought this was very funny and came over to me and began playing with my clit! This time, for whatever perverse reason, I felt an orgasm starting to build up. I didn't want to cum with Minhaj playing with me but it just happened. At the same time as my orgasm broke, I let out a very loud fart and some of the contents of my asshole spurted out onto the bed! I suddenly saw this as very funny and burst out laughing. Minhaj took his hand off my clit and slapped my face and Nuzhat also yelled and told me to get to the bathroom. Gladly I rushed to the bathroom and finished evacuating my bowels into the toilet. There was quite a mess in me which I was very pleased to lose! When I returned to the bedroom, all three were stripping the bed and taking the bedding to the laundry for washing! Surprisingly enough they didn't say anything more to me about the mess and they even suggested I have a shower to clean up. That shower was delightful and that was the only part of the visit to Minhaj and Nuzhat's place which I enjoyed. After this Gotam told me it was time to leave so I dressed and we headed for home! Minhaj thanked me for coming over and told me he was sure I would soon learn to like being fucked by him! Not bloody likely! Once we were home having traveled the entire distance in complete silence, Gotam headed for the shower while I climbed into our bed. I was soon asleep and I didn't hear Gotam come to bed. I guess he must have been tired too. We slept for about 4 hours before I felt Gotam stirring beside me. He leaned on one elbow and looked at me. We were both naked and only had a sheet over us. He removed the sheet and looked at my body before speaking. He told me he was proud of me for going to Minhaj and Nuzhat's place without protesting and also for allowing them to fuck me! At first I didn't reply and just glared at him. Gotam asked me to roll over and make love with him but in my sternest voice I just told him to fuck off! He could play with himself as much as he liked but he would not fuck me again until I felt ready and that would be a very long time. I even told him I would leave him if necessary and as I didn't love him any more I might even do that anyway! This made him sit up and take notice. He even pleaded with me saying he hadn't realized I didn't want to be fucked by the others and he thought I had gone willingly! It is now 3 months since Gotam and Minhaj fucked me and there is no way I am likely to let him fuck me again in the near future. Things might change but I doubt it! The thought has crossed my mind that I might even look for a lover but I guess I have a lot more scruples than my stupid husband and at the present time I am not thinking about that option. We now live like brother and sister in our house but that is O.K. with me! I guess this is called getting even!

I quickly walked over to her and turned her around. > She shrugged me off, and said, "Don't touch me. I > have > never been so humiliated in my life. I love you with > all my heart, brother. Why did you shame me like > this?" > > "But I didn't mean to, Sarita." I forced her to turn > and look at me. I pulled her in my arms, and said, > "My > dear sister, there is no one in this world I love > more > than I love you. You must believe me. I stopped > because what we were doing would have taken us down > the forbidden path. You are incredibly sexy, > darling, > and I am so proud to be your brother. But I couldn't > spoil and violate your beauty and purity out of > forbidden lust. Surely you can understand that." > > Sarita clung to me, and sobbed in my arms. Her tears > were making my shirt wet. I just held her and let > her > cry. Finally she stopped and looked up at me. I > kissed > her on the nose and wiped her tears. > > "Feel better now?" > > Sarita nodded, and smiled. "Now I love you even more > than I did before, Pradeep. You love me so much that > you wanted to protect my virtue even when I was > asking > you to violate it. I know you were aroused. But you > did not take advantage of me. Anyone else would > have. > Even daddy." > > "What?" > > "Yes, Pradeep. Last year, he tried to seduce me. I > slipped out of his arms and locked myself in my > bedroom." > > "My God. What happened?" > > "Well, don't get mad at him. It wasn't his fault, > really. Remember when mummy was in the hospital for > a > month recuperating from the nasty fall she took last > winter? One night, daddy brought home a video movie. > He said it was a classic from the fifties or > sixties, > something like that. It was called 'And God Created > Woman'" > > "I know about that. It starred Brigit Bardot, the > French sex siren." > "Right. Only this one turned out to be a remake, > starring Rebecca De Morney. We watched it together. > God, it was sexy. There was one scene in it from the > prison where this fugitive girl - Morney - finds > herself face to face with a handsome contractor > doing > some work in the prison gym. She is buck naked, > caught > in the middle of changing her clothes before showing > up in her barracks. They hear some footsteps, and > she > runs and hides with this guy behind a bunch of tall > partitions. She gets horny, standing close to this > hunk, and tells him to pull his pants down. She > jumps > up and straddles him, riding him hard until she > comes > repeatedly." > > "Did they show all that?" > > "Well, not quite. They never showed the genitals of > that contractor guy. They did show her buck naked, > though. You know, there is discrimination in these > foreign movies. They show naked women with the shots > of their pubes, but not men with their pubes and > cocks. Anyway, I got so horny watching that, without > realizing it, I had my hand under the skirt, and was > rubbing myself. Daddy was sitting across from me, > and > he had a full view of my crotch and hand. His organ > was very hard and was making a tent in his pants. He > looked at me like he was seeing through me, and > before > I knew it, he had pulled his pants and shorts down, > and was pumping his cock. He came at me, and grabbed > my hand that was under the skirt, and pulled me down > to the carpet. Her grabbed my panty and ripped it, > and > then fell on me. It happened so fast, I couldn't > react > quickly enough. But as soon as his organ poked me > between the legs, I pulled my knees up and got him > right on his balls. That slowed him down long enough > for me to squirm out from under him and run to my > room. I locked the door, and sat down against it, > blocking it in case he tried to force it open. I was > trembling all over, partly from fear and partly from > the excitement of that woman riding this guy > standing > up." > > "My God, he tried to rape his own daughter. The > bastard." > > "Don't talk like that, Pradeep. He didn't follow me > or > anything. After a while I slowly opened the door and > went to the kitchen to get some water. The TV was > still on, but there was no sign of daddy. I turned > the > TV off, and went looking for him. He was nowhere in > the house. I was tired and went to bed. Next > morning, > I was making breakfast, when he came in from > outside. > His face was ragged, his eyes were blood shot and he > looked totally out of it. I ran up to him and asked > him where he had been and why he looked like that. > He > shook me off and went to the bathroom. Much later, > he > came back to the kitchen. He had shaved, showered > and > was dressed nicely, as he always is." > > "What did he say?" > > "He started crying, and apologized for what he had > done. He swore he would never touch me again, and > cried even more. I felt so bad that I had kneed him > in > the groin, that I apologized to him for it. He shook > his head, and said, 'No darling, you did the right > thing to fend me off. I was like an animal. There is > no excuse for what I did, even though your mother > being in the hospital hasn't been easy for me.'" > > "That's pathetic." > > "Pradeep, don't talk like that. He's our father. I > know he didn't mean to hurt me. He just lost it for > a > moment. I was also turned on by that movie, and was > rubbing myself. He saw me, and may be that triggered > it for him. I had pulled my panty down and had my > hands all over my pussy. He must have seen it, and > with the woman riding that young stud on the TV > screen, I can understand how he could have lost > sight > of the fact that I was his daughter. I was immodest > before him. So don't blame him. See what we just > did, > or almost did. You reacted to my body just the same > way. Should I condemn you the same way you want to > condemn him?" > > "Sarita, on top of being so incredibly beautiful and > sexy, where did you pick up the qualities of an > angel?" > > "You call having the hots for her own brother > angelic > quality? You are blinded by your love for me, > brother. > And I love you for it. Anyway, how did we get > started > on this subject? Never mind. What are the lovebirds > up > to?" > > > > I got up from our hiding place and looked in the > direction of Karuna and Bashir. They were still > lying > in each other's arms on the sand. From the condition > of their clothes, and the look on Karuna's face, I > suddenly had a hunch that they had gone all the way > while Sarita and I were engrossed in our own little > incestuous fling. I told Sarita that it looked like > they had just finished making love. > > "Oh, darn. I wanted to watch that. How do you know?" > > > "Look at your friend. Her face is that of a woman > who > has just experienced her first mind-blowing orgasm, > don't you think?" > > "I wouldn't know, brother. I've never had a > mind-blowing orgasm, especially as a result of > sexual > intercourse. I am still a virgin, in case you have > forgotten." > > "I haven't. But take it from me, she had her fill of > him. Ask her tonight when we return to the hotel." > > "I will, and I'll let you know tomorrow. If it looks > like they are done for the day, let's get out of > here. > I am feeling itchy with all this sand in my > clothes." > > "I can help you clean it off if you like." > > "The same brother who was mortified a few minutes > ago > for having poked his stiff cock at his sister's > pussy?" > > "That is different. I am offering to carefully wipe > and wash off the sand from your body, and giving you > a > luxuriating bath in the tub in our hotel room." > > "Are you, really? You are not kidding me, right?" > > "No, I am serious. I have to make amends for making > you feel humiliated earlier. This will be my > penance." > > > Sarita burst out laughing. "You are so nutty. Some > penance. I bet you will be sporting a spectacular > stiffness all the time your are pawing my naked > body." > > > "Well, that's beyond my control. What do you say?" > > Sarita looked at me steadily for a moment, and said, > "You are serious. Oh, I'd love it, brother. But how > will I explain it to Karuna?" > > "I suggest we leave them alone, and go back to the > hotel now." > > "I can't leave my friend alone with that man. I > promised her I would watch out for her." > > "Look, they already made love. What are you going to > watch out for now?" > > "We don't know they did." > > "Then ask her. Go ahead. And then tell her that you > need to go back to the hotel for a while." > > "How can I intrude on their privacy?" > > "Then we'll both go and ask them." > > "Ask them what? 'Did you guys make love just now?' > Is > that what we should ask?" > > > > "No. Just observe their condition, their state of > mind. Activate your sense of smell. There are many > ways to tell if a woman has just been laid. She > smells > of sex." > > Sarita punched me in the ribs. I pulled her to me, > and > kissed her on the nose. "Come on, sister. Don't > waste > any more time before your bath." > > That did it. Sarita's eyes sparkled at the thought > of > experiencing an erotic bath from her brother. We > made > our way to Karuna, making as much noise as we could > to > warn them. Karuna quickly sat up, and hurriedly > straightened her clothes. But she forgot that her > panty was lying on the sand behind her, and that we > could see it. It was obviously wet, because lumps of > sand were sticking to the crotch panel. Sarita took > a > deep breath as if trying to smell the fresh air. > > "It sure smells exotic here, doesn't it, Karuna? Did > you have a good time?" > > Karuna blushed hundred different shades of red, and > threw a cautious glance at Bashir. He just grinned > with a silly look on his face. We knew they had done > it. Sarita looked at me quickly, and said to Karuna, > "Listen. Pradeep and I are going back to the hotel. > How long are you planning to stay here? Don't rush > or > anything. Do you want me to come back here in a > couple > of hours?" > > Karuna looked at her lover. Bashir sat up, and said, > "You go ahead. I can drop Karuna off at the hotel in > about three hours, if that's okay." > > "That's fine," Sarita said, "Don't do anything mummy > won't approve, Karuna. Do you hear me?" > > "Yes, Sarita," Karuna replied in the same mocking > tone, and they both laughed. "I'll be a good girl, > and > tell you all about it later, okay?" > > We waved them goodbye, and headed back to the hotel. > Once we reached there, Sarita pulled out her room > key, > and turned to me. > > "I hope you were not kidding me earlier about the > bath, brother." > > "I wasn't. Go get all your lotions and stuff and > come > to my room. That way, if Karuna decides to come back > earlier, she won't catch you naked in the tub with > me > standing over you." > > "I hope you are not going to be standing over me, > brother, no matter where you give me the bath. I > want > you in the tub with me. I fully intend to give you > the > same pleasure you are about to give me." > > "Okay. I can't wait. Now go and get your stuff." > > I watched her walk down the hallway to her room, and > smiled to myself. Sarita looked so sexy and > beautiful, > that I really wanted to give her all my attention. I > still could not bring myself to consider anything > beyond flirting with her and a bit of foreplay, but > I > could not deny that I was terribly tempted. She had > even offered her virginity to me, her own brother. I > wondered what made girls do that, because I had > heard > from many of my friends that they had taken their > sisters' cherries, and the girls had willingly and > lovingly given it to them. I knew Sarita would do it > if I went for it. I had to think that one through > carefully because, as much as I loved and lusted > after > my sister, I couldn't bear the thought of taking her > most precious possession, her virginity, away from > its > rightful owner. I turned to go to my room, still > thinking about what was about to happen in that > bathtub. > > ************ > > > > I started the water in the tub, and adjusted the > temperature. In a few minutes, I heard the knock on > the door. I opened it and Sarita came in, carrying a > bunch of bottles, and a plastic bag which contained > her clothes. As soon as she got inside, she dropped > the stuff on the bed, and turned to me. > > "Pradeep, I meant everything I said to you on the > beach. I want you to know that I am doing this with > full understanding of what could happen if we got > carried away with our desires. You are the best > brother a girl could have, and you are also the best > friend I have. So I don't want you to hold back > anything. I am ready to give you everything, and I > want you to feel the same way about me. Will you do > that for your sister?" > > I took her in my arms. "Sarita, I know I am tempted > to > take you, but I can't get over the fact that you are > my sister. We both know that it would be morally > wrong > for us to have sex. That is why I hesitated before." > > > "I know, brother. But if I am going to lose my > cherry, > I can't think of a nicer, kinder, sweeter and more > loving man who deserves to take it. You are the > first > "man" I have loved and kissed as an adult, and I > can't > tell you how much I love you, Pradeep. I want you to > be the man to take me for the first time. If not > today, some other day. But it will not be anyone > else. > That is my promise to you. Now lets' enjoy the bath. > I > brought the bubble bath with me. Is the water > ready?" > > We went into the bathroom. Sarita took out the > bubble > bath, and poured a handful in the tub, and started > mixing it. Soon the tub was full of fragrant suds. > She > stood up, and pulled off her tee shirt. She had left > her bra in her room. I watched her beautiful, firm > breasts with excitement, as she unzipped her skirt, > and then hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist > band of her panty. Looking at me with a sweet smile, > she asked, "Are you ready to see your sister naked?" > > > I just nodded. With a flourish, she slipped the > panty > down over her legs, and kicked it off. Then she > straightened up, and looked at me. "How do I look, > brother?" > > "Divinely beautiful," I said truthfully. She looked > so > stunning that I could not decide which part of her > looked more desirable. My eyes darted from her > proud, > firm breasts with the pink nipples that hardened > under > my gaze, to her slender waist and the smooth taper > of > her long legs, and down to the bewitchingly inviting > patch of dark hair between them, promising the > delights of womanly charm hiding beneath. I felt my > cock rising at the display of the feminine beauty. > > Sarita was watching my reaction. She stepped closer, > and said, "Your turn now, brother. Let me look at > your > sexy body. I'd like to strip you." > > She grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it off. Next > came > my beach shorts. Sarita stepped back, and looked at > me. She touched my muscular chest and arms, and > pressed her fingers into them "You are so firm and > strong, Pradeep." She ran her hands over my stomach, > moving them down over my jockey shorts and felt the > bulge. "You are hard, brother. I want to see you, > but > first I want to feel your strong muscles." > > She knelt before me, and ran her fingers over my > calves and thighs. She wrapped her arms around my > legs > and pressed her face into my crotch, kissing the > bulge > and nuzzling it with her nose. Then she grabbed the > edge of the shorts and slowly lowered them. My > throbbing cock sprang out like a caged lion, and > almost hit her in the face. She looked up at me, and > gave a beautiful smile. > > "It is so hard and strong, Pradeep." She wrapped her > delicate fingers around the shaft and caressed the > length of it. I was in heaven. Her fingers felt so > wonderful on my aching cock. I stood before her, my > eyes closed, enjoying her caress. She looked at me > and > found me enjoying it. Encouraged, she pumped the > shaft > slowly, kissing the head, and fondling the balls. > They > were heavy with a build up of juice that was aching > to > shoot out. I jerked my hips against her fist, > indicating my arousal. Sarita pressed my cock > against > her cheek, and rubbed the hardness with her hand. > Then > she got up, and put her arms around my neck. > > > > I opened my eyes, and embraced her. Our naked bodies > pressed into each other, we just stood there, > enjoying > the warmth and love we shared for each other. Sarita > whispered in my ears, "I know you are aching to > unload > your juice. I could feel the weight in the balls. I > want to relieve you, but first let's get in the > water > and clean each other off." > > We stepped into the tub, and slipped under the > water. > It was a bit crowded, with two adults trying to > bathe > each other, but we managed. The physical closeness > kept me in a constant state of hardness. I could > feel > Sarita's passion rising as her nipples got harder > every time they brushed against my arm or chest. We > soaped each other thoroughly, and cleaned our > bodies. > I lathered her mound as she stood before me, and > rubbed my fingers against her soft hair and pussy > lips. Sarita spread her legs, and moaned as my > fingers > explored the folds. I slipped two fingers past her > opening and tickled her inner lips. Sarita squatted > slightly, giving me access to her cheeks. I soaped > and > cleaned her other opening. Then I stood up and > scrubbed her tummy and breasts. > > Sarita opened her eyes, and smiled at me. "Your > hands > feel so wonderful, Pradeep. You have a very nice, > firm > touch. I can feel your love, brother." > > I smiled back at her, and kissed her on the lips. "I > am enjoying this beyond my wildest imagination." > > "Wait until I start working on you, brother. Please > scrub my back, and then I'll scrub you clean. I want > you to just let go and enjoy it. If I excite you > enough to make you feel like shooting your load, > don't > hold back. I want to see it. It's been years since > you > showed me. Now you are much bigger and stronger. I > want to see your cock explode. Okay?" > > "My pleasure, sister. Now turn around and let me > scrub > your back." > > As soon as I was done, Sarita took the soap and > began > scrubbing my chest and arms. She worked fast, taking > care of the whole body, but leaving the most > important > part for last. Then she rinsed me off before turning > her attention to my throbbing cock, which stood > stiffly at attention, jutting straight out from the > dark bush. My heavy balls dangled underneath, > awaiting > the delicious massage from her fingers. > > Sarita sat down in the tub, and reached for my cock. > With eyes full of love and joy, she encircled the > shaft with her fingers, and gently rubbed the length > of it. Taking the soap, she rubbed it all over the > cock, balls and pubic hair, creating a large amount > of > lather that covered the entire crotch in the foamy > liquid. Then her fingers probed and scrubbed the > pubic > bone and hair, and gently massaged my balls. It was > sheer torture, with the arousal built up to the > brink > of explosion, and she had not even touched my cock. > This girl knew what she was doing. > > "Oh, sister," I blurted out, "you are killing me > with > your sweet torture. Where did you learn to excite a > man like this?" > > "Am I really causing you pain, Pradeep? This is my > first time. Are you ready to shoot?" > > "If you keep this up for another minute, I will have > no choice. It's been building up for days, > sweetheart, > and all this talk of intimacy and watching your > friend > hasn't helped a bit." > > "Okay. If you need to relieve yourself, tell me what > I > should do." > > "Just keep doing what you are doing, but work on my > cock now, please. I need to feel your fingers on it, > and your firm fist around the head." > > Sarita rinsed off the lather and began caressing and > pumping my shaft. I groaned loudly, and said, "Yes, > yes. That's it. Don't stop now. Pump me harder, > sister." > > > > Sarita looked at me and noticed that I was very > close. > She grabbed my cock with both hands, and started > pumping it faster, tightening her grip. She opened > her > mouth and encircled the tip with her lips, pressing > the soft flesh with her gums. With a loud grunt, I > jerked forward, pushing my cock into her mouth. > Sarita > opened her mouth even more and took in several > inches > of my wildly throbbing shaft. I grabbed her head, > and > shouted, "I can't hold it any longer, sister. Here I > come." > > Sarita braced herself, just as I shot my load in her > mouth. She gulped quickly, and then pulled the cock > out of her mouth. It erupted again and again, > splashing the sticky white semen all over her lovely > face and chest. She pumped me harder, and squeezed > out > the last of the liquid. Then she stood up, and flung > her arms around me. > > "Oh, brother. It was so beautiful and erotic. You > taste so sweet, Pradeep. Does it always taste like > that?" > > "I wouldn't know. I haven't tasted it." > > "Then taste it." She kissed me, and pushed her > tongue > into my mouth. I could taste my cum on her lips and > tongue. It did have a slightly sweet taste. It > wasn't > too bad at all. > > "How do you feel now, brother?" > > "Wonderful. You are incredible, Sarita. I never > imagined it would feel so wonderful being sucked. > Did > you enjoy it?" > > "You can't imagine how exciting it was for me, > brother. Your cock is simply the most erotic object > I > know. I saw daddy's cock that night, but yours is > much > more beautiful." > > We kissed deeply, exploring each other's bodies with > our hands. I squeezed the flesh of her buttocks as > she > ground her pussy into my crotch, her fingers digging > into my butt and pulling me harder into her. Then > she > turned around and started the shower. We rinsed each > other off, and stepped out. We dried each other, and > then stood looking at each other's naked bodies. > Sarita looked me over, with a mixture of admiration > and desire in her eyes. I looked at her stunning > figure, taking in her firm and proud breasts, her > slim > waist and the inviting bush of dark hair, and her > long, tapered legs. My sister was truly the most > beautiful girl I knew. > > Sarita saw my cock rising, and smiled. She took it > in > her hands, and led me out of the bathroom. She > jumped > on the bed, and lay down, stretching her lissome > body. > > > "Come on, brother. Lie down next to me. I want you > to > give me the same pleasure I gave you in the tub. Eat > my pussy." > > I climbed in after her, and took her in my arms. > "Sarita, you are the most beautiful girl I know." > > "Stop talking and put your mouth where my pussy is. > I > am dying to feel your tongue on my clit, brother. > Make > me come, darling. I haven't had a good orgasm in > months." > > I immediately moved down between her legs. Sarita > parted them, giving me access to the beautiful > womanhood that was guarded by the gently throbbing > clitoris. She was already moist, her pussy lips > glistening with desire. I kissed her bush, and > immediately she grabbed my head, and pressed it down > into her crotch. I licked the folds of her labia, > and > heard her moan. She spread her legs wide, giving me > a > full view of her nakedness. I feasted my eyes upon > the > feminine beauty of my sister, her glistening pussy > lips fluttering with excitement. Sarita moaned and > begged me to eat her. > > I touched her lips with my fingers and gently parted > them. I could see the glistening pink passage of her > vagina, and could see small drops of her feminine > secretions oozing out, as I reached out with my > tongue. She tasted incredibly wonderful. I could get > used to this taste, I thought, as I pushed my tongue > in further. Sarita lifted her hips and pressed her > cunt in my face. I grabbed her buttocks and pushed > my > tongue as far as I could. My lips pressed into her > clitoris, and I could feel the hard nub of her > sensitive flesh against it. I took her clit in my > lips > and massaged it. > > > > Sarita screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her body. > "Oh my God, Pradeep. I can't stop cumming, brother. > Don't stop. Keep chewing on my clit. Oh God, I'm > going > to die in bliss." She repeatedly thrust her pelvis > against my marauding lips as her body shook with > waves > of orgasms. Then she collapsed, her breath coming in > rapid gasps. She pushed my head away from her > sensitized groin, and opened her arms to welcome me. > She held me tightly to her, and continued to breathe > rapidly. Her face was flushed, and her body still > trembled. > > After several minutes, she smiled and looked in my > eyes. "Pradeep, that was the most intense orgasm > I've > ever had. It was so beautiful, I didn't want it to > stop. But if you would have continued to kiss and > suck > my clit, I would have died. Oh, brother, what a trip > that was. I love you so much." > > We held each other in a tight embrace. I felt > satiated > in her arms. My sweet sister was kissing me > repeatedly > as her body slowly returned to its normal state, > loving me with her eyes, hands and lips. I felt so > much love for her that I pulled her into me, and > kissed her hard on the lips. > > "Sarita, my lovely sister. I now know how much I > love > you, darling. You are the most incredibly sexy, > loving > and sweet woman I know. It's really too bad that you > are my sister, and so we cannot consummate our love > for each other properly. But I want you to know that > I > love you like I will never be able to love another > woman, and that I will always be there for you." > > "I already know that, sweet brother. This was my > first > experience with a man, and I have enjoyed it beyond > imagination. There is only one thing left for us to > share with each other. I want to go the whole > distance > with you, Pradeep. I want you to take me, take my > virginity, and I want to take yours. I know you have > never been with a girl before, and so I want to be > your first girl. I want to be the first one you make > love to. Will you do it for both of us?" > > "Oh Sarita. Why did we have to be siblings? You have > no idea how much your beauty arouses me. As long as > we > continue to feel this way about each other, I can't > think of a more loving and caring way for me to show > you how much I love you. But if there is any chance > that it could cause you pain, hurt or guilt, I don't > want to do it. I love you too much to put you > through > that." > > Sarita started crying. "Oh Pradeep. You can't > imagine > how much your love and feelings mean to me. Some > day, > I hope I meet someone as loving and sweet as you, > but > for now, I am glad I have you, brother. Losing my > virginity to you will be my most intimate gift of > love > to you, and nothing will change that. I will never > feel guilty about making love to you, brother. So > don't hesitate. Take me, your loving sister, and > fill > me with your love. I want you inside me. Don't make > me > wait any longer." > > I kissed her teary eyes. Her love, and her trust in > me > touched me deeply. We held each other and caressed > our > naked bodies. I could feel her arousal building as > she > prepared herself for the most decisive moment of her > womanhood. I was aroused, but there was no lust. > Instead, the only feeling that overwhelmed both of > us > was the genuine, pure love we felt for each other. > > I looked into her eyes. Sarita was also looking > intently in my face, her body pressed against mine. > She reached for my throbbing organ, which was > pressing > against her thigh. "Pradeep, now is the time. > Penetrate me with your beautiful cock. Let me feel > its > strength deep inside my womb." > > She threw her leg over me, and pushed the tip of my > cock against her opening. "Come, Pradeep. Give me > your > love. I can't wait." > > I turned her over on her back and rolled on top of > her. She embraced me, and gave me the most > bewitching > smile. Our moment of reckoning had arrived. From > this > point, there was no turning back. > > > > I eased myself between her legs, as she opened them. > I > kissed her deeply, exploring the sweetness of her > mouth as our tongues dueled with each other. My > hands > groped for her taut nipples and gently pulsating > skin > of her firm breasts. She moaned and took my cock in > her hands. Spreading her legs wider, she rubbed the > tip against her clitoris, smearing her love juices > all > over it. I reached down between our bodies, and > found > her hand. > > "Let's do it together, Sarita. Stop me if it hurts." > > > Sarita nodded. Her breath was coming faster now. She > smiled, and I thought I caught a glimpse of > momentary > panic as my cock pushed past her outer lips. I > paused, > and said, "There is still time to turn back, sister, > if you have any misgivings about it. We are not too > far from the point of no return." > > Sarita looked at me and searched my eyes. I could > feel > her intense love for me, as my heart also poured out > my love for her. She pulled me down and buried her > face in my neck, sobbing. > > "I want you, Pradeep. If I don't do it now, my heart > will burst. I can't hold my love for you in my heart > anymore. There is no turning back, my loving > brother. > Enter me, but gently." > > I pulled back slightly, and pressed forward. I was > keenly aware that she was still a virgin, and that I > had to gently break her hymen before I could enter > her > fully. I felt my cock entering her tight and warm > passage, and an incredibly sweet feeling of love > came > over me. I was about to enter my sister's virgin > passage, and I wanted it to be the most loving and > enduring memory for both of us. I pressed forward > until the tip encountered her hymen. Sarita gasped > as > the pressure on the last barrier mounted. She held > me > tightly, bracing for the imminent pain. > > "Sarita, this is it, darling. It's going to hurt for > a > moment." > > "I am ready, brother. Make me a woman. Push it in." > > I pushed harder. Sarita cried out in pain as the > hymen > broke, and my cock slipped in all the way into her. > Sarita gave a big sigh of relief, and began crying. > Her whole body shook as she sobbed, holding me > tightly, and kissing my neck and face repeatedly. > > "Just hold me, Pradeep. Let me savor this moment for > some time. Don't move. I want to grip your cock deep > inside me, and feel its hardness." > > We lay there for several minutes, engulfed in the > intensity of our union, every part of our bodies > feeling the excitement and love we shared. After a > long time, Sarita stirred as she felt the softening > of > my cock. She looked at me, and smiled. > > "Brother, I can feel you deep inside me. This is the > moment I have wanted to experience for as long as I > can remember. Oh, Pradeep. How can I tell you how > much > this means to me, how much I love you? Can you feel > my > love, darling?" > > "Yes, Sarita. I could feel your tight grip around my > cock all the way to the base. You are so tight. I > won't ever forget this moment. I love you very much, > sister." > > "Then make love to me, and fill me with your juice. > Let me feel the pounding of your cock in me. I feel > so > liberated now that I want to talk dirty with you. > Come > on, brother, fuck your sister." > > I felt my cock harden as our excitement mounted. I > raised myself over her, and looked at our union. I > could see a small smear of blood on my shaft as I it > pulled out for the plunge. Sarita braced herself as > I > came down with force, and rammed my cock into her. > She > moaned loudly and clasped here legs around my waist > as > I began pumping my cock in her tight, slippery > passage. > > > > I continued to plunge into her for several minutes. > She was building up to another orgasm, as she began > rolling her head from side to side, and clutching > her > breasts. "Yes, Pradeep. Keep pounding. I am getting > close, darling. Don't stop now." > > She began thrusting her hips against my downward > plunge. I felt the grip around my cock tighten as > she > mounted a counter assault. I felt the balls tighten > and knew that I was about to unload into my sister > at > any moment. > > "Sarita, I am coming, too. Hold on, sweetheart. I am > about to fill you up with my juice." > > "Wait for me, Pradeep. I want to come at the same > time. Please help me, brother. Don't come before > me." > > We held each other tightly as I rode her. I fell on > top of her and began thrusting with minimal movement > of my hips, as my cock remained buried deep into her > cunt. I could feel the contractions of her cunt lips > around the base of my cock as thrust into her with > increasing tempo. Sarita opened her mouth and kissed > me, pushing her tongue deep inside my mouth. That > triggered our explosions, and we both came together, > moaning and grunting loudly as my cock erupted with > a > powerful force, splashing her womb with my seed. > > Sarita shuddered, and exclaimed, "O my god, oh my > god. > I can feel your cock shooting your juice in me. I > can > feel the spurts, darling. You really did fill me up, > brother, just like I asked. You did not hold back > anything. Oh, I love you so much, Pradeep. You gave > me > all you had." > > "So did you, darling. You gave me your precious > virginity, sister. That is a whole lot more than > what > I did. I will always have more semen in my balls, > but > your virginity is a one time gift. That is far more > precious than anything." > > "It is worth every moment, Pradeep. My love for you > has no limit, and this is the only way I could show > it > to you. Are you happy that I gave it to you?" > > "Oh Sarita, you have no idea what this means to me. > I > will cherish this precious gift all my life. Making > love to a woman will never be the same for me, no > matter how many girls I take to bed. You will be the > only one in my heart with a special place." > > "What about the girl you will marry some day? Won't > she have a place in your heart?" > > "Of course she will. But no one can take your > place." > > "The same for me, brother. You will always be my > special lover. And I want you to know that I will > give > you my love again any time you wish, even after we > are > both married. What we have is beyond lust, at least > for me. It is too special to be buried forever after > this experience. Will you give me of your love when > I > ask you?" > > "Yes, my sweet Sarita." I looked at my watch. It had > been almost three hours since we had left Karuna and > Bashir on the beach. I told Sarita that it was time > to > get dressed and hit the beach again. > > Sarita put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. > "Carry me in the bathroom, and let's take another > shower together. Then we'll go and see what those > love > birds are doing." > > I picked her up in my arms, and carried her into the > bathroom. "Whatever they may be doing, they will > never > know the bliss of love we share, sister." > > Sarita kissed me and said, "Yes, brother. I agree. > We > have something special. Karuna will never know what > I > have. Poor girl. She doesn't have a brother. I don't > think she knows what she is missing." > > > > I put Sarita down in the tub, and started the > shower. > We cleaned each other off, playing with each other > as > we enjoyed our intimacy. By the time we got dressed > and ready to leave, we had groped each other all > over, > getting excited and nearly falling in bed to make > love. But our intensity cooled off instantly when > the > phone rang. > > It was Karuna. "Oh, Hi Pradeep. Glad I found you. > Where is Sarita?" > > "She's right here." > > Sarita took the phone and they chatted for a few > minutes. She nodded, and looked at me. "Bashir is > leaving tomorrow, and wants to take us all out for > dinner. Seven o'clock okay?" > > I nodded and winked at her. "Gives us enough time to > fool around one more time, " I whispered. > > Sarita cupped the mouthpiece, and said, "Shush. > Karuna > might hear you." > > I laughed and stepped behind her. I reached around > and > cupped her breasts, caressing them gently. Sarita > backed into me and pressed her hips into my growing > tumescence, as she continued to chat with her > friend. > Finally, she put the phone down, and turned around > in > my arms. > > "Oh Pradeep. Don't drive me crazy like this. I want > our love to be something special, something > precious. > Promise me that you won't cheapen it by groping and > grabbing at me. I am still your sister, sweetheart." > > > "You are right. I am sorry. You are special, and I > will respect that. Are you hungry, or do you want to > wait until dinner? I am famished." > > "So am I. You wrenched my guts out when you broke my > hymen, brother. I need to replenish my energy. Let's > go and have something to eat. God, just the thought > that I gave you my virginity makes me tingle all > over. > Oh , I love you so." She flung her arms around me, > and > kissed me on the lips. We held each other tightly, > and > then grabbed our keys. Sarita ran back to her room, > telling me to meet her in the restaurant below. I > watched her lovely form disappear down the hallway, > feeling the arousal in my pants at the memory of our > intimacy earlier. I realized how much I loved my > sister, and how special she would always be to me. > > >

I come from a town in India... We have a barber a hair salon, a small restaurant, a nick knack and used furniture store as well as a saloon where all the locals hang out. Most everyone in our family is related. I will explain later in the story. I am laying here in bed contemplating my life and wondering what my future is going to be. In some ways from a sexual point of view, it has been good and in other ways, you may say terrible. My name is Betty Jo, I am 18 and most men think I am pretty or good looking. My breasts are a d cups and at five feet nine I normally weigh 130 lbs. Because I am seven months pregnant, I have gained about fifteen lbs. It is 630 in the morning and I am waiting and wondering who will come into my bedroom to either eat my pussy or fuck me. If it is my Mother she will eat my pussy, or my brother Paulie who I love to eat and fuck my pussy, but if it is my Father or one of my Uncle is they will just fuck me. My brother has been eating my pussy since I was eight years old. My Father and Uncle have been fucking me since I was thirteen and my Mother started eating my pussy when I was twelve. I guess it was because she caught my brother Paulie doing me and were turned on. As I look over at the next bed and see my twins, a boy and a girl that are two years old and see their beautiful faces it makes me feel warm all over. I will breast-feed them after I have my morning experience with one of the family. I think maybe I better back up and start at the beginning. When I was eight years old, my brother snuck into my room and crawled into bed with me. I loved my brother Paulie very much, he is five years older than I am and looks out for me. He asked me if he could play with me. I said sure. What game? I asked. Not a game, I want to play daddy and mommy with you. He said. Will I like it I asked Oh yes, you will love it he said. Ok, how do we play I said. Like this and he slid his hand under my nightgown and up between my legs. I got scared at first and clamped my legs together. I had never had anyone do that to me. He said relax this will not hurt you and will make you feel wonderful. I relaxed and opened my legs so that he could slide his hand up to my little pee hole. He began to rub me there with his finger and inserted his finger into the outer edge of my pee hole. I tensed up at first, but as he continued to rub me there, I got a funny feeling between my legs and it felt nice. I just relaxed and let him continue. I felt him push his finger into my hole and he wiggled it around and began to push it in and out of it. I began to tremble a little and my legs got a little weak. Paulie than slid under the sheet and started licking my hole. I got scared at first because that was where I peed and I thought it was dirty. I said, No Paulie thats where I pee and its dirty. No it isnt, it tastes as sweet as honey and I love it he said. I laid back and felt him slip his tongue into my hole and I thought I had died and gone to heaven it felt so good. He must have licked me for a half hour before he stopped. When he slid out from under the sheet, his face was all wet. He came close to me and gave me a big kiss and put his tongue inside my mouth and tickled the roof of my mouth. It made me shudder but I had to admit I liked it. After that night, he would sneak into my bedroom two or three times a week and kiss and lick my hole. He told me I had the sweetest pussy he had ever eaten including my older Sister and my Mom. I could not believe he had done the same thing to them. Why would he say that I was the sweetest when both my Sister and my Mom had these big breasts and I thought a lot prettier than I was? He said, no one had a nicer pussy than mine, but I had to promise I would not tell anyone, that it was our secret. I felt so proud that he liked my pussy better than Moms or my sisters. In addition, I was glad that my hole had a name like pussy. About a month after Paulie started coming to my bedroom and kissing me and licking my pussy something happened that changed my life. It was the day I turned nine. He came into my bed that night and started kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth. He called it French kissing. Then he started kissing my little breast buds. Sucking on my nipples and lightly biting them. It sure felt funny and I liked it. Then he put his hand between my legs and began to finger my pussy and run his finger in and out of it like he always did. When he slid his head between my legs and began to kiss and tonguing my pussy it felt so good. However, this night he ran his tongue up to the top of my pussy lips and over a little hard spot there. Every time he did, it was like a small electric shock went thru me. I started jumping around and could not keep my butt still. Suddenly after about twenty minuets of him licking me like that I got this strange feeling in my stomach and between my legs and I couldnt help myself I reared my ass off the bed and grabbed Paulies head and pushed it into my pussy and the greatest feeling and sense of relief I had ever felt. I could not move. My legs were so weak and I felt that if I tried to stand up I would collapse. I said, Oh Paulie you make me feel so good. I have never felt anything like that before. He said, Well sis you just had your first orgasm and I will make you have a lot more like that. I said, Oh Paulie, I love you so much. You make me feel like a grown up. He smiled and gave me big French kiss and said, How would you like to make me feel the same way. I said, Oh yes Paulie I would like to do that. He said, Just a minute, I want to go wash myself and Ill be right back. When he came back, he sat on the edge of the bed and told me to come and kneel in front of him. I did and he took his pee-pee out of his pyjamas and said put it in your mouth. I said I cannot do that it is too big. He said you will be just fine. Put it in your mouth and pretend it is a Popsicle. Suck on it without using your teeth. I found out later that he was six and three quarters inches long and four inches in diameter. I did as I was told and was surprised how hot it was. I could feel the side of it throbbing and it was hard as a rock. I started sucking on it and he took hold of my head and began to push in and out of my mouth. I choked a bit at first but I soon got the hang of it. After about five minutes I felt him stiffen and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me too him. I felt the head of his pee-pee start to go into my throat and suddenly I felt this slimy liquid squirt down my throat. I kept swallowing and swallowing but some ran out the side of my mouth and dripped on my chest. Paulie said, Wow sis that was a great blow job. Better than your Sister and almost as good as Mom. You are a natural. I felt so proud and I got that funny feeling again between my legs. Paulie & I would do each other like that as often as we could. We never seemed to tire of it. I was in my twelfth when Mother came into my bedroom and caught Paulie sucking on my pussy. I do not know how long she was standing there but I could see she had been fingering her crotch thru her dress. She was kind if glassy eyed and kneeled down next to Paulie and pushed him away and started licking and sucking my little pussy. She had a bigger tongue than Paulie, longer and fatter. Boy was her tongue strong, she slid it way up inside me and than would make a scooping motion and come all the way up to the top of my pussy and would lick that hard spot. By now I new, it was called a clitoris or clit. Every time she did that, I would quiver and after a short while, I came. She did not stop, just kept on tonguing and sucking me. She made me cum five or six times before she stopped. After that, most nights except Sunday, either Mom or Paulie would come into my room and suck my pussy. My clit began to grow with so much sucking. It has to be the size of a ballpoint pen point when either fingered or sucked on. My breast had began too grow also and were now a size A cup. What surprised me was the size of my nipples. From so much sucking they would pop out almost half an inch when played with. I was so used to having an orgasm almost every night that on the few occasions that neither Mom nor Paulie could come, I would finger myself until I had one. On my thirteenth birthday, Mom & Dad gave me a party. All of my nine brothers came, six were married and came with there wifes and there sixteen children. My three sisters and there nine kids came as well. Four of my six uncles and three of my five Aunts and there spouses all attended with their kids. A few of the kids were mongoloid from the in breading in the family. The others were away or were working. My grandfather and great grandfather who were ninety-one also came, as well as many cousins and friends. Everyone had a great time and my Mother whispered to me that tonight was my coming out party and that I would then be considered a women. I did not know what she meant but I guess every one else did because they kept coming up to me with big grins and would say something like. Tonights the Night girlie, or your so lucky I wish I was thirteen again Everyone got drunk on moonshine, because we had two still is up in the hills. About seven, thirty my Mother ran every one out and drew me a hot bath. She knelt down by the side of the tub and washed me all over, and shampooed my hair. She rubbed between my legs and inserted the soap a little into my pussy and scrubbed me good there. She washed my butt hole too. She towelled me off and put talcum powder over my whole body. She took her favorite perfume bottle and put some just above my clit where I was beginning to grow hair. She put some under my arms and behind my ears. I sure smelled good. She said, Its time and led me to my surprise into her and my Dads bedroom. Mom had me lay down on the bed. All the covers were pulled back and I lay down on top of her sheet. I was scarred but excited not knowing what to expect. Mom turned out all the lights but lit two candles that were on her dresser. She undressed and stretched out beside me. She began to play with my breasts, squeezing and kneaded my nipples with her thumb and four fingers. She leaned over and began to French kiss me. I felt myself begin to breathe heavier and my pussy started to get wet. She kissed and sucked my breasts, rolling her tongue over my very erect nipples. She did that for almost ten minuets before she slid down between my legs and began licking my pussy. Oh, I was so hot and my pussy was secreting my juices and I started to cum. I said, Oh Mommeeeeee Oh God Mommy you make me feel so good. Im going to cum. I screamed Oh myyyyy god Oh, Oh, my, I am cummmmming. My ass shuddered and I rose up and arched my back and came into my Mothers open mouth. She never let up she kept licking me and sucking on my clit. I started to get close to another one when I felt something heavy get on the bed. My mother slid to one side of me. I looked up and there was my father. He was between my legs and pulled them further apart. My Father had a hold of his dick and placed it at the entrance of my pussy lips. I shouted NO, Daddy dont, your too big, he was enormous almost half again the size of Paulie. It was at least eight or even nine inches long and about six inches around. I said youre my father, we cant do this. He said relax girl this is a family tradition. The Father always breaks the daughters cherry. My Mother whispered, it will be alright, try to relax as she rubbed and kissed my hard breasts. My pussy was wet from my mothers licking and sucking. My dad pushed his cock into my tiny pussy about two inches. I screamed, Please Daddy, your hurting me. My mother whispered grit your teeth honey it will soon begin to feel better. She kissed me and began to French kiss me. My Dad shoved in another two inches and reached my hymen. My mothers kisses muffled my cries of pain. Just then, my Dad lifted my legs spreading them as far as he could and plunged his big shaft all the way into me. I screamed in pain and past out. When I came, too my father was slowly pushing in and out of me with that enormous shaft of his. Oh how I hurt. I felt like I was going to pass out again. He kept pumping in and out of me gently with long slow strokes. My pussy lips were stretched so tight I thought they would break I was so full of him. He kept that slow and easy pumping of his cock. He would push it deep inside me and then pull out to the tip, and then down again into the deep recesses of my womb. I could feel him against my cervix. To my amassment I found that, it started feeling better. I started to enjoy him and began to push back at him. He began to increase his speed and I came. He kept plunging deep into me and about every fourth plunge, I would cum again. Then he began to really plunge his cock faster and faster. I screamed at him Oh Daddy that feels so good, fuck me, Oh fuck me hard. I became frenzied, pushing up every time he sunk that big beautiful cock into my now sloppy pussy. My Dad grabbed my ass and pulled me tight to him and buried his cock deep, deep inside me. I could feel it trying to enter my cervix and he came directly into it. I could feel his hot sperm pumping deep inside my uterus and I came repeatedly. When he finally got up, I just laid there exhausted, I could not move. My mother brought a warm wet cloth and began to wipe my pussy. I looked down and saw a mixture of cum and blood. I smiled at her and she leaned over and kissed me and said lay still, the night is not over yet. My pussy was still tingling as I laid there. My mother was rubbing my temples when I felt some one get on the bed and between my legs. When I looked up I said Oh no, not you Uncle Ned, he was my Dads older brother. He was kneeling in front of me and as I looked down at his crotch. I could see his huge cock shining in the candle light from some kind of oil. It was as big as Dads but not quite as big around. He bent down and took my breast in his mouth and began to suck and roll his tongue over my nipple. I was scarred but also he was making me excited. He leaned up and kissed me and his tongue interred my mouth and began to explore it. My breathing increased and I lifted and spread my legs to accept his offering. He slid his enormous cock into me and I sucked in my breath as I felt the tightness of him spreading my lips and vagina wall. Ever so slowly, he penetrated deep into my pussy. As he began to withdraw, I came. My breathing was rapid in anticipating of the wonderful feeling I new was to come. As he slid in and out of me, he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue and caress my breasts. First one, than the other. I began to arch my back and push my ass upward to meet his downward thrusts. I lifted my legs higher so he could penetrate me further. Like my Father when he was all the way in would touch my uterus and it would make me have an orgasm? He fucked me like that slow and easy for over an hour. I came so many times I lost count. Finally, I gasped Uncle Ned, I want you to cum in me before I pass out. I do not think I can handle any more orgasms. He smiled at me and put his big hands under my ass and began to fuck me faster and harder. The harder he slammed into me the more I came. I was screaming at him, Oh Uncle Ned, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and he did. I could feel his ball sack slamming into my ass. He pulled me tight against him and I could feel his dick penetrate my uterus and like my Father let his full load explode directly into my open cervix. I screamed, Ahhhhhh, Oh my god I cant stop cumming ahhhhhhhhhh and my cum came poring out the edges of my pussy and my Uncles cock. It took me about fifteen minuets to come down from my high. If my Uncle who was still in me moved I would cum again. Finally, he allowed his limp cock to slide out of me. Even soft, he looked to be almost seven inches. As I laid there I thought, who else I would have to fuck this night. As it turned out no one else only my Dad and Uncle. I rested for about a half hour when my Dad came back into the bedroom and fucked me again. My Dad and Uncle took turns fucking me until about three in the morning. They were very gentle with me. Each one would fuck me upwards of an hour, and then let me rest for about a half hour. I was astonished at how many times they could make me cum. I never got sore and I would wait in anticipation of my next session with them. I think I liked my Uncle Ned the best because he kissed me and played with me. My Father would just fuck me. I finally fell asleep and did not wake up until one that afternoon. I felt wonderful but my pussy looked like two balloons on each side of it. I was having trouble walking when I got up to pee. My Mom came into the bedroom and put a towel full of ice on my swollen pussy. There was cum still dripping out of me and two great big wet spots on the sheet. She smiled and said how do you feel Oh Mommy, I feel wonderful. I never new it could be so fantastic That night, after a hot bath and a warm douche Paulie came into my bedroom. I said I dont think I can handle anyone touching my pussy tonight. I was still pretty swollen. He said, Thats Ok, I only came in to see how you were. In all the times and years you have been coming to my room eating my pussy why did you not try to fuck me I asked. Paulie said that there was a rule in the family that only the Father of a female child could be the first to fuck her and take her maidenhead. The penalty for violating that was severe. It all started with your Great, Great, Great, Grandfather. He said, He owned the whole valley, most of it in cotton. He had over four hundred slaves. Some said the original family fortune was made by his father who was a pirate. Any way before he got married, he started fucking all the good-looking female older slaves between the ages of 17 and 30 when he was a teenager. After he had fucked all the older women, some 100 or so, he change. For some reason, he started fucking only the young girls when they turned thirteen. If they were not a virgin, they were punished. It became an honor amongst the slaves to be selected by the Master. He had over sixty-five children from slaves; some of the descendents are still in the valley. They have bred with many whites over the years to the point you could not tell what they were white or black. Most of the females became house servants and did not have to work in the fields. When their children became of age, he would fuck them too. However, when some of those children had children some turned out to be mongoloid. Therefore, he made it a rule not to fuck any 2nd generation child of his. He would select one of the biggest and strongest of his bucks to breed her. In that way he felt it did not weaken the line. When he married, he had five children by his first wife. Three were boys and two were girls. When each of his daughters became thirteen he took their virginity. One got pregnant and it so outraged his wife that she tried to leave him. He got so mad that he took her by the hair and dragged her out to where the male slaves were and made thirty of the biggest bucks fuck her one after the other. Some of those buck were so big they split her pussy wide open. She almost bled to death. When she discovered later that she was pregnant, she killed herself from shame. His second wife bore him nine children, six were girls and each one got there virginity taken when they reached thirteen. Two of them got pregnant by him. The strange thing was he never fucked any of them after he took their virginity including the slaves. Each of his sons carried on the same tradition and so on down the line until today. I said Oh Paulie I am feeling so good and I wanted you to feel the same I unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out and got on my knees and sucked his cock until he shot his cum into my mouth and down my throat. I like Paulies cock because I could put all of him inside my mouth and when he would cum, I could swallow all of it to the last drop. Two days later when Paulie came to my bed I asked him to make love to me. He looked at me and said I cant compete with Dad or Uncle Ned. Their cocks are almost twice my size. I dont care Paulie; I know you love me in a way that is different from that of Dad and Uncle Ned. Paulie began to run his hands over my arms and legs using his fingertips. Then he would do the same to my stomach and breasts. He began to kiss me all over, from my forehead to my toes. He ran his tongue into my ears, belly button, and down to my toes. I was tingling all over. He French kissed me for the longest time, close to twenty minutes I think. He took his tongue and ran it from my lips down my chin my neck and then circled each one of my nipples, as he gently sucked each of my breasts and lightly bit my nipples, which stood out about three quarter of an inch. He than ran his tongue down my stomach to the top of my vagina. He flicked my clit before proceeding to lick and kiss the inside of my leg down to my knee and then up the other side until he reached my outer pussy. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. My pussy was secreting gobs of my juices, some of which ran down my leg. Paulie licked every bit of it. When his tongue enter my pussy I just let go, cum came oozing out of my pussy like a stream. Paulie just kept licking and sucking it all into his mouth. I said Oh Paulie fuck me please, fuck me now. He brought his head up and gave me a kiss and his tongue explored my mouth as he slipped his shaft into my burning cunt. He positioned himself so as his cock went in and out of me it also rubbed against my clit. He was not as big as my Father or Uncle, but Oh how he made up for it in technique. I said Oh Paulie you make me cum so much and feel so good. Where did you learn to fuck like this He said, From Mother, she taught me what a women likes. How long have you been fucking Mom I asked. Oh about five years. Mom decided when our oldest brother was thirteen that if it was alright for Dad to bust all his daughters cherry than it was Ok for her do her sons in the same way. Do you mean each one of our brothers have fucked Mom? Yes, she still fucks each one on their birthday if they want her too. She is pregnant again, you know. Can you keep a secret? Of course I said. Mom told me that this one was mine. She would not let anyone touch her for a while and when she was sure she was ovulating, she came into my room and fucked me twice a night for five straight nights. She said she loved me and wanted my baby. I just laid there wide-eyed and thought what kind of a family are we? Before I got too big, all my brothers except Josh who was in the Army came to my room and fucked me. It was a family tradition they said. After that, they could only fuck me if I asked them to. While I did enjoy them, it was not the same as with Paulie. I have never allowed any of my brothers to come back. I did think I might try Josh when he got out of the army though. As I got further and further along and my stomach got bigger and bigger My Father stopped coming to see me and my Uncle has slowed down the number of times they fucked me. When I reached my seventh month, they stopped all together. I was so glad that Paulie did not stop. He would come in to see me three or four times a week and eat and fuck my eager pussy. I would get so wet the moment he entered my room. One night when Mom came into my room and got in bed with me and started to go down and eat my pussy I said Mom I want to do you You do She said in a surprised voice. I said Yes and I began to French kiss her and squeeze her huge breasts. I reached over and began sucking on them. They were so big I could hardly get my mouth over them. I was surprised at the size of her nipples; big purple red in color and they popped out over an inch, I swear. As I sucked those nipples, Mom began to groan. Oh honey that feels so good. I slid down between her legs and she had this massive amount of hair covering her pubic area. I pulled her lips apart and this very large hole opened up and I put my face into it. She was so wet my face was immediately covered with her juices. I shoved my tongue into her and ran it up to her clit. Her clit was huge, as big around as a pencil. I guess when you are almost six feet tall everything is big. My mom was 511 inches tall with dark black hair beginning to have streaks of grey. Her breasts were large double ds and did not sag hardly at all. Her skin was a beautiful light brown. I buried my face between those big pussy lips. They closed around my cheekbones as I lapped at her juices. I almost could not breath, because my nose and mouth were inside her pussy. When I came up for air and started sucking her clit, it was like sucking a miniature dick, Mom began to moan and mumble Oh baby, oh god that feels so good, your making your mommy cum, yes, oh god yessssssssssssss. In addition, she let lose all over my face. I was licking and swallowing her love juice is as fast as I could, but there was just to much. I put two, then three fingers into her and started pushing in and out. Suddenly I was able to put my whole hand inside her. I doubled my fist and started pumping it into her. I went in up to my forearm. I began pumping her like a piston. She started screaming, Oh honey, Yes, fuck me with your fist, thats right, Oh yes harder baby harder, Oh baby I cant stop cumming, Oh Christ Oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, and fainted. I kept pumping my arm and fist in and out of her, and when she regained here senses, she cried Oh baby stop I cant take any more. I removed my fist from her sopping swollen pussy and we lay there belly to belly, to pregnant women kissing and enjoying each other. She was still panting when she said, when I get my breath its my turn to reciprocate, and she did. I feel very lucky that my twins turned out healthy, especially since one came from my Father and one from my Uncle Ned. Like a cat that has a litter with different kinds of kittens because she was screwed by several different kinds of cat is while in heat. Looking at my twins, I am certain that they come from different fathers. That first night, when I was thirteen and both my Father and Uncle Came in me within an hour of each other plus the fact the twins are so different makes me believe that. I think a DNA test would verify that also. Since my Mother and Father are brother and Sister, I am exceedingly fortunate. I hope the one in my womb will turn out alright too. I am not sure but I think Paulie could be the father because after the Twins were born I did not let anyone touch me for three months. I told Mom I did not want to get pregnant again and what could I do. She took me to the Doctor in town and had me fitted for a diaphragm. I began to let Paulie back into my bedroom. He was always so gentle when he fucked me and ate my horny pussy. One night he came in while I was sleeping and began to play with my breasts, kissing and sucking them. I was half-awake and half-asleep when I let him have his way with me. I forgot to put my diaphragm in. My Dad worked at the coalmine on the other side of the mountain. One morning I came in from working in our huge garden. I had to pee and needed a drink of water. As I started past my Mom and Dads room I heard my Mom moaning and crying Oh Ned that feel so good I opened the door and I couldnt believe what I saw. There was my Mom with her ass facing me, her legs stretched wide open and over her head. My Uncle Ned was driving that huge shaft in and out of her pussy. I could see her ass hole pucker as he kept up a steady rhythm in and out her. Her pussy juices were running down the crack of her ass as he continued to pound her pussy. I was at first fascinated watching his massive shaft slide in and out of Mothers pussy. I started to get horny but I came to my senses and yelled For Christ sake Mother, what are you doing? They both froze. Mom with her legs still wide open and Ned with his cock buried deep in my Moms massive pussy. Mom said Please honey; dont say anything to your Dad. Ned and I have loved each other for a long time. I still love your Father but I love Ned too. Jesus Mom, Ned is your brother too. What kind of a degenerate family are we? Fathers fucking their daughters, Mothers fucking their brothers and sons. Every one in the family seems to be fucking each other. Its just plain sick. Ned said hush child, your no different than the rest of us You love to fuck and so far it has been with anyone that comes to your bed. I hung my head because I new what he said was true. Mom said, Come here honey and sit on my face and let me eat that sweet pussy of yours while Uncle Ned finishes fucking me. Ned began to fuck her again as if I was not there. I could hardly take my eyes off his cock as it slid once again in and out of her cunt. My pussy started to get wet so I walked over and got up on the bed and straddled Moms face and eased my pussy onto her eager mouth. Her tongue darted in and out of my pussy and she took hold of my clit with her teeth and lips and began to suck and bite it. My Mom and I came together at the same time. I rested my head on the pillow above Moms head. Ned lifted me up off Moms mouth and pulled my ass back toward him and shoved that massive shaft of his deep in my pussy. He spread my legs and pulled me to the edge of Moms pubic hair. He fucked me like that until I came and then he pulled out of me and jammed it into Mother. He fucked her until she came and then he came back into me. He kept that up for almost two hours. First one, than they other. Finally, he rolled me over to the side of the bed as soon as I had another orgasm and lifted Mothers ass up higher and jammed his clock up her ass. She grunted and said Oh Ned be careful, that hurt. He fucked her up the ass for about a minutes before his load shot deep into her anal canal. I got up and went to my room and cried. I felt ashamed at what I was doing but I also loved being fucked by all of them. Most of my Uncles were married and had children of there own. I was visiting Uncle Jonas, my Dads middle brother, 1 after noon. I was in my cousins Lisas bedroom and we were talking. She was a year younger than me and only average looking. I asked her if her Father had fucked her on her thirteenth birthday. She blushed and said Oh yes. He fucked her four times that night. I said, How did you like it? She said, It hurt like hell the first two times, but after that I really enjoyed it. I had my first orgasm with a man and not my finger. I said, Who have you been with since then? She said, her two brothers fucked her the second night. The youngest Tony did me nine times before dawn; he never seemed to go soft. Uncle Pete has been fucking me almost every night since, but my dad has not tried to fuck me since that first night. I said, Did your Mom or any female make love to you? No, well my sister and I use to play with each other and once in awhile we made each other cum with our fingers. She asked me, Have you ever had your pussy eaten by a female? Yes I said. How about you? No, but I often have wondered what it would be like I said, how would you like me to eat your pussy right now. Oh would you? I think I would like that. She walked over and looked out the door and then came back and lay down on the bed. I lifted her dress and removed her panties. I looked at her pussy and her pubic hair was a light red. It barley covered her pussy. I leaned over and French kissed her. She responded with so much enthusiasm, her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I reached over and squeezed her breast. She sat up and pulled her dress over her head and lay back down. Her breasts were the size of an small oranges. The nipples were pink and her skin was very light. She had dark red hair and freckles all over her chest and arms. I began to suck on her nipples and they popped out about a quarter of an inch. I moved down between her legs and kissed the top of her pussy. I do not think she had showered or bathed that day because she had a strong odour and there was a little cheese in the upper part of her slit. I wiped it off with my finger and stuck my tongue inside her. She began to moan or whimper would be a better word. I ran my tongue up to her little clit. It was small. I licked and sucked her clit for about ten minutes before she came the first time. As I continued she seemed to cum more often until she was moaning and groaning saying Oh Betty Jo, you are the best pussy eater in the world. You are making me cum so often my pussy is on fire. Suddenly I felt some one grab my hips lifting me up and pulling my panties down and then ramming a cock into my wet pussy. I could not see who it was but Lisa said, Uncle Pete, what are you doing? Fucking this lesbian slut what do you think Im doing? She screamed at him Shes not a lesbian and I asked her to do it. She said. By this time, I was enjoying Petes action. I said, never mind Pete just keeps fucking me, you feel wonderful in me. He hesitated, and then began to plunge his cock in and out of me and his balls kept slapping against the cheeks of my ass. It did not take long before he pulled my ass tight against him and shot his load into my hungry pussy. We laid there on Betty Jos bed for a while. Betty Jo leaned over and took Her Uncle Petes cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. She pulled it out and said she could taste my juices on his cock. I want to get fucked too, She said. When he got hard, he entered her and began to fuck her. I got up facing him and squatted down on her face and she began to lick my pussy. Pete was playing and sucking my nipples as he fucked her. Betty Jo pushed me up a little and suddenly started licking my ass. I jumped a little because I had never had anyone do that to me before. My ass hole kept twitching every time she ran her tongue over my hole. Then she took the tip and inserted it into my opening. I pushed down on her tongue and almost smothered her. She took one of her fingers and shoved it up into my ass hole. She started shoving it in and out of my ass, and then she put two fingers in and twister them around trying to loosen my sphincter muscle. She got her two fingers clear up to her knuckle and was moving in and out of me with them. I could not believe how good it felt. I positioned my pussy over her mouth and came all over her. At the same moment, Betty Jo reared her ass and came. In addition, just four strokes behind us Uncle Pete grabbed Betty Jo by the ass and said OH yessssss, and let lose his load into her. I could feel her cum again as she felt his hot cum shoot into her pussy canal. We all collapsed on the bed and just laid there too spent for any of us to move. Back home at super I told Paulie I wanted to see him tonight. I took a bath and douched both my pussy and ass. The ass douche caused me to go to the toilet so I gave myself another enema. I then took some baby oil and rubbed it on my anus. When Paulie arrived, I told him I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. Are you sure he asked me. Im sure, but first I want you to eat my pussy before you fuck me. Paulie like always kissed me all over my body and his finger began fucking my ass as I played with his cock. I placed him in my mouth and began to suck. When I felt him get hard, I turned around and kneeled at the edge of the bed. Paulie came up be hind me and at first shoved his cock into my pussy. I was wet from anticipation of what was to come. After a few short strokes, he placed the head of his dick into the entrance of my ass hole. He slipped in about three inches. I cried wait Paulie youre hurting me. When he entered me, I felt a pain shoot up my spine. He stopped and just stood there with his cock inside my ass. Finally, the pain went away and I could feel my sphincter muscle loosen. I said, OK, do it nice and slow. Paulie was very patient and slowly withdrew his cock out of me an inch before inserting it about another three more inches. I suddenly realized Paulie had grown some more, as I looked in the mirror I could see he still had at least two inches more before he was fully into my anal canal. He began to move in and out of my ass and then plunged it all the way inside me. My ass hole felt as stretched as my pussy had when Dad fucked me that first time. Paulie kept a steady in and out motion and I began to relax and let that sensation of having my ass fucked for the first time began to overwhelm me. I had my first ass orgasm deep in my pussy. It felt strange to cum that way but it felt good. I said, Faster Paulie, fuck me harder> Paulie began to slam his cock into my ass, faster and faster he went until it felt like I had seen our dogs fucking. I came again just as he grabbed me around the waste and pushed his shaft as far as he could up my anal canal and let lose a torrent of hot cum deep into my ass. I came again and he fell on top of me and we slept. Since I was now beginning my eight month, I decided I would not let anyone except Paulie fuck me. Because he was always, so gentle and he would not hurt the baby his way. Of course, I did not mean I would not let anyone eat my pussy if they wanted too. However, I was out hanging up the wash one early morning when my grandfather who was 68 stopped to say hello. He always took a early morning walk. He said, good morning Betty Jo how are you feeling?" I said just fine gandpa. I bent over and picked up a pair of my panties to hang on the line. I kept bending over to pick up pieces of laundry to hang when all of a sudden while I was bent open grandpa grabbed me and suck his huge peace of meat into my pussy. I had stopped wearing underwear a long time ago. I was fortunate that but because of his age he could not get it very hard. Even so, He was bigger around than even my father. I thought I had been stretched to the limits of my pussy with dad, but my god, I thought my pussy would burst it was stretched so tight as granddad shoved it in and out. I felt my pussy tear and I screamed in pain. "No grandpa, you'll hurt the baby" I tried to get away from him but I was impaled on his enormous cock. He just kept on fucking me doggy style. In spite of the pain, I began to cum. He just kept fucking driving his engorged cock in and out of me and I just kept cuming I was moaning from both pain and ecstasy. Finally, after about thirty minuets he just collapsed and fell over in a dead faint. At first, I thought he had had a heart attack, but as it turned out, he collapsed from exhaustion. I looked down at that huge old wrinkled peace of meat sticking out of his pants and thought, "How the hell were you at your age able to get enough blood flowing to get it up.

Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 001 bybangopee(C) EPISODE.NO.001 AMBA VIRANI'S BIRTHDAY ------------------------------------- What a memorable day at "SHANTINIKETAN"! As Mihir strolled inside the room, Amba Virani, his grand mother was standing in front of the mirror revealing her back to him. 'She still looks hot at 62', Mihir told himself with a secret smile. She was apparently not looking perturbed by any means although she was putting on her blouse hooks. After all, he was her grandson and there was no reason she must react differently even though he had not bothered to knock the door as he came in. "Many more happy returns of the day," Mihir said. He reached right behind Amba and hugged her from behind. "Oh Mihir," Amba's eyes moistened at once. "I never imagined you would remember my birthday." "You are a wonderful grandmother," Mihir said as he tightened his grip on her waist. He greedily pulled her body towards his crotch and gently kissed on the back of her neck. "Hmm," Amba whimpered. "But that doesn't give you the liberty to tease your grandma like the way you are doing right now. Take off your hands before your grandpa comes around." "Does he know that it is your birthday today?" Mihir asked after relieving his grandma from his grip. "He always does," Amba turned around and replied with a smile. "He was the first person to wish me today. He woke me up and wished me with a warm kiss." Amba blushed like a girl after narrating her early morning romantic piece with her husband. She always felt pride about her husband who still was agile and romantic when presented with an opportunity. Even though the old couples were on the wrong side of 60, they never seemed to be missing their intimate moments even after four decades of marriage. "I think you are thinking about grandpa," Mihir spoke after he watched the glow in his grandma's eyes. "Very much," Amba replied with another smile. "There is hardly anytime I don't think of him." "But, he is deeply engrossed with the newspaper at the moment," Mihir said in a teasing tone. "If I were him, I would be flipping your clothes rather than the pages in the newspaper." "That's because you are very much like him in many ways," Amba said as she began looking at her grandson from head to foot. "You don't know how much you resemble your grandfather." Mihir was not keen to hold back any longer. He turned Amba around to face him and gently let her back lean against the wall. He did not want to hold her roughly although she was still under a tight leash even as he held her with moderate strength. Amba's smiles began to fade as Mihir closed in letting the bulge in his pant prick on her waist. The noble grandma closed her eyes for a while and when she eventually reopened, she could not resist her temptation to look down. Her ageing body experienced a mild shiver as she could imagine how aroused Mihir was, if his huge bulge was any indication. "Is this the way you make your grandma happy on her birthday?" she asked weakly. Mihir stopped for a brief moment before he leaned towards her. Amba's eyes closed yet again, as his warm mouth planted a firm kiss on her wrinkled lips. 'Mihir, Amba murmured after his lips parted. "You are educated. Do I need to tell you that whatever you are trying to do is wrong? Think about our family traditions and cultures. Don't get carried away by your youthful emotions." "I have been educated to take care of the family business," Mihir replied with a smirk. "I will do it once I get it. For now, I want to take you over." Mihir's hands restlessly began straying on her chest, caressing her sagging breasts all the time. His fingers kept exploring her clothes in search of her nipples. Amba knew that he was growing enormously between her thighs and she needed to stop him before he goes out of bounds. "For God's sake leave me," Amba gathered the strength to push off his hands from her breasts. "I want you to leave this room at once." Mihir looked thoroughly disappointed at his grandma's defiance. He had presumed that it would be just another cake walk for him to seduce the old woman whom he thought might be starved of sex at the fag end of her life. However, it was not to be. He knew that although she looked tentative, there was some determination in her eyes that stopped him from making any further moves. Moreover, it was her birthday and he was not keen in forcing her any more. "Ok," Mihir murmured and began walking away from her. Amba kept looking at her handsome young grandson dragging his feet out of the room. She knew that she has disappointed him but there was not any way she could oblige. Being the first woman of the Virani family, she knew that she always had to tread quite carefully in whatever she did. She was not daring enough to break the conventions of the family that was a blend of mutual trust and sexual sanctity. Mihir had almost regained his senses as he left Amba's room. He recollected his grandma's face turning red in anger before he eventually relieved her from his lusty grip. He suddenly began fearing that Amba might tell his parents about whatever had transpired in her room. Mihir's father Mansukh Virani happened to be the eldest son in the Virani clan. Although he did his part in looking after the family business, he often found himself in tight situations mainly because of his unscrupulous investments in the share market. He clearly lacked common sense although he was 47. Savita, his mother was a more dynamic woman in comparison to his father. She left no stone unturned being the eldest daughter-in-law of the Virani family, more often than not for her selfish motives. She was beautiful and gentle which never gave any clue about how shrewd and selfish she was. Mihir had realized long back that his mother was perhaps the most cunning, manipulative and self-centered woman he had ever come across. Mihir struggled hard to look normal to the best of his abilities because he knew that Savita was too clever to discover even the slightest change in anyone's behavior. Nevertheless, after a while, he had to realize that he had apparently overdone a bit. "Son, you seem to be trying to hide something from me," Savita spoke as she came close to him with what he knew was a very wicked smile. "What do you mean mom?" Mihir questioned without any conviction. "See, you are not looking at me while speaking," Savita said as her fingers began stroking his hair gently. "I don't think you should ever hide things from your mother, more so if it is causing you any disturbance." Savita was right. Mihir realized that he needed to confide his feelings to someone who would not disclose his delicate problems to anyone. Being a mother, Savita would not dare to speak out although he knew that he was about to give her a shock of her life. "Still don't think like telling me?" Savita asked as she stopped stroking her fingers on his hair. "Please sit down," Mihir murmured. Savita immediately sat next to him on the couch. "I have something to confess," Mihir began and Savita's eyes widened as she listened to what she heard from him. Although enraged by her son's revelations but she could not help feeling somewhat funny about the whole thing. It was a bit hard for her to believe that a young man like Mihir would crave for a woman like Amba, who incidentally is his grandmother as well. "What have you done my son?" Savita sounded quite firm. "You nearly brought absolute disgrace to the whole Virani family." "Forgive me," Mihir whimpered. "I swear I will never try doing such things again." "It is good that you repent," Savita gave a gentle pat on her son's shoulders. "But, you do deserve some punishment for whatever you did." "Mom!" Mihir's voice was beginning to break. "Remove your tie," Savita instructed coldly. Mihir was obviously intrigues with her peculiar instruction. However, he knew that he had to obey his mother any way. He quietly loosened his tie and pulled it off. "Stand up," Savita told him. "Stand up and turn around." Mihir stood up and stood showing his back to his mother. Savita grabbed and pulled his hands behind him and began winding the tie around both his wrists. Mihir could not understand what his mother was about to do. He kept mum although Savita was using all her strength to tie his hands really tight and hard. "Are you going to spank me mom?" Mihir turned around and asked once Savita was through. "Not really," Savita said with a cheeky smile. "Something more severe than that." "I am anxious mom," Mihir confessed. "Tell me what you are up to." "You need not be," Savita replied. "I just want to ensure that you don't repeat such things in the future." Mihir watched curiously, as Savita dropped to the floor on her knees. She looked up and flashed a smile at her son before her hands pulled down his zip within no time. "Mom?" She was not answering him. As soon as she had rolled down his pants to his ankles, she hurriedly pulled down his brief as well. She gazed at his hard dick getting erect from his groin. Indeed, it was long and very thick. Her hands eagerly gripped the whole of his shaft and began massaging all around. "I hope you do know what the punishment is all about," Savita smiled at her son. Mihir was so amazed to see his mother holding his dick that he could not reply to her. Knowing his embarrassment, Savita took his dick to her mouth and swallowed it just in one gulp. "Oh mom!" Savita looked up and smiled to herself knowing that his moan was the right indication of his sudden excitement. She began using her lips and tongue all around his meat letting the warmth of her mouth settle on his sensitive thick sin on the dick. Mihir felt his balls swelling and his shaft getting tense as Savita went about sucking his dick like a true professional. He humped up and down on his heels as Salvia's tongue relentlessly lashed against the whole of his dick until he felt like closing to an explosion. Savita sucked her way back to the tip after a while and slowly let it slide from her mouth. "This is far better than getting inside a very old woman," Savita said mockingly. "I bet it is," Mihir admitted. He had been throwing back his head in the air. His arms were feeling strained behind. "Should I continue?" Savita asked. "Please," Mihir pleaded with her. He watched Savita taking his dick inside her mouth all over again. She had realized that there was not any need for her to be gentle with his dick anymore as he was already enjoying the blowjob. She began showing her true prowess as she went about sucking his dick as if there would not be any tomorrow. Maher's moans became louder and louder as he watched his mother giving his dick, the much needed treatment. Savita realized that he was about to shoot off soon and kept sucking without loosing her momentum. After a while, she looked up and watched him settling down. "I guess you feel more excited watching me working," Savita said with a smirk. "Oh yes," Mihir screamed. "I never imagined that you must be so good." Savita was apparently pleased with her son's compliments as she resumed on his dick and began working deliriously until he eventually closed towards his explosion. "I am going to shoot," Mihir murmured. His body trembled in excitement. Savita devoured his dick deep inside her throat. Mihir watched his mother swallow his semen as he exploded inside her mouth, load after load. Her hands were slowing down and so was her mouth. She did not spare even the last drop of his cum as she hungrily gulped everything she could. "Thanks mom," Mihir said as he gasped for breath. "Set me free now at least." Savita stood up and began wiping her mouth. "Remember my son," she said in a very firm voice. "I have just relieved you from your tension. This is a little secret between both of us. I want you not to expect anything more from me. Is that clear?" "I agree," Mihir had to agree. "Now let me go." Savita quickly freed his arms. Mihir glanced at his wrists, which had a few impressions of the tight tie. "Did I hurt you?" Savita sounded concerned. "Of course not," Mihir replied smilingly. "That was a wonderful blowjob. But, I am not content anyway." Mihir pounced on Savita pushing her onto the couch. His hands cupped her breasts and began kneading them. "Stop this Mihir," Savita screamed. "We have an agreement. If you do anything silly, I will never relieve you again." Mihir realized that she was serious. He slowly removed his hands off her breasts and got on his feet. Savita watched as he began pulling up his brief and pants without saying anything. She began setting her dress right and stood up from the couch. "Try to understand," Savita placed her hands on his hair and said. "Only blowjob and nothing more." "Savita!" Both Savita and Mihir looked tentative hearing to Govardhan Virani who was calling her. "Your grandpa is calling," Savita said as she began to walk. "Don't forget. This is our little secret." At 65 years, Govardhan Virani still remained the king of the Virani family. Blessed with wealth and virtues, he epitomizes the values of a generation that never jumps the lanes. He remained honest to the core irrespective of temptations from the earthly world. Moments after Savita had left his room, Mihir was still sitting recollecting the little erotic encounters he had with his grandma and mother. He felt immensely relieved to hear roars of laughter coming from downstairs. He had feared that Amba might be making a complaint about his deeds to the rest of the family members. He heaved a sigh of relief as he knew that the laughter meant that everything is very much normal in the house. He took a few more minutes to relax himself before he eventually went downstairs. His eyes lowered as he saw Amba sitting next to his grandfather in the sitting room. Through the corner of his eyes, he observed that she was smiling as though nothing had happened on that day. The sitting room looked like a crowded railway platform. Apart from Mihir's parents, he saw both his paternal uncles sitting with their wives. In addition, he also saw his only aunt Pragna joining the conversation. "Come on Mihir," Grandpa Govardhan called him. "I hope you do know that today is your grandma's birthday?" Mihir glanced at his grandmother who struggled hard concealing her smile. "He was the third person to wish me today," Amba said. Mihir looked up and watched the plain expression on his grandma's face. He felt better as he knew that she had apparently ignored his sexual advances earlier in the day. "I see," Govardhan sounded a bit surprised. "I was the first to wish you. Who was the second?" "Tulsi," Amba quipped. Tulsi, daughter of the family priest has always remained close to Amba. Govardhan glanced at Mansukh, Himmat and Jamnadas, his three sons who looked thoroughly embarrassed. None of them ever knew that it was their mother's birthday. Aunt Pragna's face was not looking any brighter either. Surely, the atmosphere in the room was getting tense. Savita, Daksha and Gayatri, the three daughter-in-laws of the Viranis simply looked pale. Eventually, it was Savita, the eldest of the three daughter-in-laws to try and bring some cheer in their conversation again. "Let's all celebrate mom's birthday," She said. "Where's the party tonight?" "No way!" Amba intervened. "You do know we hate going out partying. Our generation is not comfortable about all these things." "Doesn't matter," Daksha, the second daughter-in-law yelled out. "Let's go to some movie." Daksha had always remained a woman crazy about watching movies. Himmat, her husband knew that her suggestion was very much ill placed but could not do anything about it. "What if we order some food from outside?" Gayatri, the third daughter-in-law made another horrible suggestion. "My dear children," Govardhan addressed everybody in the room. "We don't have any objection if you want to have a bash today. However, we are old. We are comfortable being at home. You can go and enjoy the evening as you please." Within minutes, the entire sitting room looked almost deserted as the sons and daughter-in-laws retreated to their respective rooms. Govardhan and Amba were the first to leave, prompting their sons to ponder about the evening celebrations. Mihir was about to leave as well but he felt a bit sad seeing Aunt Pragna sitting alone. He knew that she always had remained the odd person out in the family when it came to celebrations. Although, her three brothers were not averse to her company, they knew that she was not getting along with their wives. "Aunt Pragna," Mihir gently placed his hand on her shoulders. Pragna turned around and her eyes were glistened with tears. "What happened?" Mihir asked. "I know they are all going to enjoy," Pragna began to sob. "I will be left alone at home." Mihir felt very sad for her. She was right. There is no way she can accompany anybody who ventured out from the house. Although she was mostly responsible for such a stressed relationship, he knew that it was not the appropriate time to make any mention about it. "You are not going to be alone," Mihir said. "I am not going anywhere. Why don't you spend the evening with me?" "Are you serious Mihir?" Aunt Pragna stood up in surprise. "Very much," Mihir said as he pulled out his hanky and began wiping off her tears. "What are we going to do?" Aunt Pragna queried. "Anything which interests you," Mihir replied and gave a gentle peg on his aunt's cheeks. "I can't wait till the evening," Aunt Pragna said with a little smile surfacing on her face. "I can't either," Mihir said before turning around and walking towards his room. He had a plan to execute. The day had started with a gentle boob pressing experience with his grand mother and the next thing to happen was the memorable blowjob from his mother. He wanted to end the day with a good note by slaying Aunt Pragna on the bed. Aunt Pragna's life has been in trouble more so after Uncle Navin almost ran into bankruptcy. Her visits became more frequent as every time she expected her parents to come to her family's rescue from the mess created by her husband. She was indeed a compassionate and lovable woman and that was one reason why Mihir had eyed her for a sexual encounter sometime. The entire house looked like haunted in the evening as the Virani sons and daughter-in-laws have moved out without disclosing where they were going to. It was Mihir and Aunt Pragna who gave company to Govardhan and Amba at the dining table during dinner. The old couples slowly moved into their room leaving their lonely daughter and horny grandson at each other's mercy. "Aunt Pragna," Mihir called her. "I hope you haven't forgotten what we discussed in the morning." "Of course not," Pragna said with a smile. "But it is too late to do anything I presume." 'Right time to do what I want' Mihir thought and smiled. "We aren't going anywhere," Mihir said. "I just want you to come to my room and have a nice time." "I hope you aren't planning to show me any of those boring movie videos," Pragna said laughingly. "Not really," Mihir said and held her hand before walking towards his room. Pragna somehow started realizing the difference in the way her nephew was behaving with her. However, she presumed the young man was just trying to give her some genuine support. His smile didn't look as innocent as she had known. There was a twinkle in his eyes and his grip on her wrist was more than that of mere sympathy. "You look so different today," Pragna said as they entered Mihir's luxurious room. "Are you surprised?" Mihir asked as he quietly closed the door and latched it up. "A little," Pragna admitted with a smile. She wanted to know why he had closed the door but didn't. After what had been a wonderful session of exciting love making, Mihir fell asleep. Pragna had returned to her room with more than one excitement. Although she felt glad after great sex in so many years, she was thrilled about the prospects of Mihir seducing her sister-in-laws in the days to come. She knew that she would sleep in peace. None of the souls in 'Shantiniketan' had any clue about where the Virani brothers had gone. Govardhan and Amba presumed that their sons and daughter-in-laws might be partying in some posh hotel. They were terribly wrong. Mansukh, Himmat and JD had no plans in their minds after they left home in the evening. They simply wanted to recreate themselves after the embarrassment caused after they failed to remember their mother's birthday. Mansukh was apparently upset with Mihir for not having reminded about Amba's birthday. However, Savita was not complaining as she was glad that her son was one among the three who remembered the importance of the day. "Where are we going?" Savita asked as it appeared as if her husband was driving without any specific purpose. "I don't know," Mansukh replied with a wry smile. "Why don't you suggest some place?" "Why don't we do something different?" Savita queried. "I am fed up with whatever we have been doing to kill time. Our life is becoming a bit monotonous." "You are right," Mansukh admitted. "I will take you to a new place. I bet you will love it." "Where?" Savita asked curiously. "I want you to see for yourself," Mansukh said with a smile. "It is going to be very special. It will be fun because even I haven't gone there even once." It took another hour before their car stopped before a secluded bungalow in the outskirts of the city. Mansukh called someone on his mobile and within minutes, the huge iron gates opened. The car moved crawled through the narrow road, which had trees on either side. It was well past sunset but surprisingly the house looked like a haunted house in semi darkness. "I am scared," Savita hushed. She somehow began to feel that there was something odd about the house and its surroundings. She was puzzled to see a whole lot of cars parked at the extreme end of the vast lawns. "You have to listen to me today," Mansukh told her as they emerged out of the car. Savita was further surprised as she watched her husband handing over the car keys to a man in the uniform. The man immediately started writing down their car number with a fluorescent pen in a small card. "He will take care of the parking," Mansukh clarified. Savita wasn't entirely convinced about anything. There were plenty of surprises in store as they entered the house, which had just enough light to let people walk around. Almost everyone was holding a glass of drinks and they have all come in couples. "I am getting restless," Savita pulled Mansukh close to her and whispered. "Tell me what is going on here." Mansukh picked up a couple of glasses of fine whisky from the bearer and handed over one to Savita. "You want me to drink?" Savita was almost shocked. "I told you before," Mansukh reminded her. "You need to listen to whatever I say." "But I can't drink," Savita snarled at him. "You know I hate the smell of alcohol." "No harm," Mansukh drank both the glasses one after another showing his inexperience. They managed to find enough place in a corner of the house to sit and talk freely. "I can't hold any more," Savita shook him by his shoulders. "Tell me where are we." "This is the oldest swinger club in the city," Mansukh said in a low voice. "Have you any idea about what swinging is all about?" "No, I don't," Savita sounded thoroughly confused. "What does that mean?" "Let me explain," Mansukh said placing his hands on her shoulders. "In another 10 minutes, you are going to hear a bell. You need to go to our car and wait inside immediately after the bell." "What about you?" Savita queried. "Listen to me first," Mansukh tried to compose her. "Once all the ladies leave the house and settle in their cars, all the men need to pick up one key from that bowl." Mansukh pointed his fingers to a large bowl kept on a small table in the well of the room. "What is inside that bowl?" Savita was becoming curious. "Car keys," Mansukh said with a smile. "Everybody's car keys are gathered and put inside that bowl." "I don't understand," Savita sounded tentative again. "You were telling me that all the men have to pick a key from that bowl. What is that?" Mansukh knew that he had to explain her better. "Listen to me carefully," Mansukh began explaining patiently. "Can you see that tall man standing there?" Savita turned around and started searching. "I can see some tall man but not his face," Savita replied. "It is dark out here." "That's it," Mansukh felt somewhat relieved to know that his wife was able to spot the tall man at least. "Let us assume that the tall man lays hands on our car key. Then, he will go to our car." "What?" Savita almost screamed. "But, I will be alone in the car." "Not after he arrives," Mansukh said laughingly. "He will give you a nice company and more than that." "What do you mean?" Savita murmured in disbelief. "You do know what I mean," Mansukh smiled again. "He will be your man and you are going to be his woman for another couple of hours." "Oh God!" Savita sounded shell-shocked. "Be sportive Savita," Mansukh suggested. "You wanted something different today. This is something which you will love doing. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. Perhaps, I might be the oldest man here tonight. I hope that some smart looking youngster picks you up tonight. You will have a wonderful time with him." Savita wasn't agreeing to this indecent proposal at once. She began with refusing vehemently. She started talking about the pride of the Virani family. She even threatened about their marriage getting into shatters if they indulged in sex with others. She tried to reason with him by reminding that she was a mother to a grown up son. However, Mansukh was brushing away everything with a wicked smile that kept flashing all through. "You have plenty of excuses not to do this," He said in a determined tone. "I have just the one reason to try this. Let's have some fun and bring some cheers in our lives. Go ahead." Savita realized that her husband could be so stubborn if he wished to be so. She presumed that Mansukh was more inclined into having sex with another woman than giving her the freedom to let another man have sex with her. She knew that their marriage might not be in any real danger as her husband is thrusting the adventure on her. 'What is happening to my life?' Savita began wondering. 'I had to give my son a blowjob in the morning. Now, it looks very much likely that I am going to get screwed by a man I have never seen before.' All of a sudden, everybody in the room went silent after they heard a loud buzzing sound. "Rush to our car Savita," Mansukh almost began pushing his wife from the place. "Good luck." Savita didn't have any other choice as she moved out of the room mingling with the other women who cleverly used the loose ends of their saris to cover their faces. As Sarita came out of the house, she saw the man who had collected their car key standing in the patio, guiding all the women by showing the place where their cars were. Savita enquired about her car and as she started walking towards it, her heart was beating hard and fast like never before. She was about to experience her sex with another man than her husband, for the first time ever in her life. As she walked past the cars, she observed that the rear doors of all the cars were open. She luckily found her car quickly and heaved in excitement and anxiety after she got inside. She began praying that she must get some good looking and strong young man in her first adventure outside marriage. "May I come in?" Savita looked up and was shocked to see the man who stood near the door. It was JD, Mansukh's younger brother. Concealing her shock she let him in by inching farther on the seat. "I didn't expect this," JD said. "I was shocked to see the car number the moment I picked it up. How long have you been coming here?" "This is the worst shock of my life," Savita murmured. "This is our first visit to this place and I never expected this either." After a few minutes of silence, JD was beginning to get out of the car before Savita stopped him. "Where are you going?" She asked. "I can't," JD said shaking his head in dismay. "You are my elder brother's wife. In our tradition, brother's wives are like mothers. I don't want to be with you in this place even for another minute." "Wait," Savita gripped his left wrist to stop him. "Listen to me before you go." JD sat quietly expecting her to speak whatever she wanted to. "I presume someone else might come here if you leave this car," Savita said. "I wouldn't prefer that anyway. It is better to have some fun with a person you know than a stranger." "What do you mean?" JD asked, unable to believe what he had heard. "I mean this," Savita said and pulled off the top end of her sari. JD's eyes began to swell as he watched her inching towards him. Her lips stopped just an inch from his face while her hands rested and began massaging his shoulders. "I have heard many men often dream about having sex with their brother's wife," Savita whispered into his ear. JD's eyes closed as she continued gripping his shoulders. Unable to contain his excitement, he let out a soft moan escape his lips prompting Savita to grip him even harder. Within no time, his cock began throbbing inside his pants. "Would you like to see my breasts?" Savita asked sexily. Savita skillfully stripped her sari and began unclasping her blouse hooks. She took just the split second to snap off her bra after which she shrugged letting it slip through her shoulders. JD's eyes widened as he watched her globes come into view. "You are indeed very beautiful," JD whispered. His eyes eagerly gazed her breasts crowned with perky stiffened nipples. Her waist was just good while her stomach looked flat and smooth. Gauging the intensity in his eyes, Savita went about taking off her undergarments within no time. JD's gaze settled between her long legs, on her splendid public hair. He got an eyeful of her pouting labia protrude from between the neat curls. After straying up and down her naked body his eyes eventually returned onto her chest enjoying the sight of her voluptuous breasts. "Feel them JD," Savita persuaded him. JD wasn't willing to wait any further. His hands reached out and started stroking the exquisite smoothness of her marvelous breasts. He watched her closing her eyes and biting her lips as he kept feeling her wonder globes. He kept stroking down the slope, cupping them underneath and giving them gentle squeezes. He playfully jiggled them while feeling their size as his gentle squeezes began getting a bit harder. Savita cried out in pleasure as JD kept squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples mercilessly. Her eyes remained closed while she kept moaning gently. JD was getting increasingly excited to know that his brother's wife could be such a horny woman. Encouraged by her erotic moans, he kept manipulating her breasts and nipples making her growl more intensely. He began wondering if Savita might be cumming from just having her breasts teased. While her moans became louder, her body trembled. "I wonder if Mansukh ever plays with your breasts," JD remarked after a while. "He always does," Savita said and planted a kiss on his forehead. "But, his younger brother isn't bad either." Savita looked down at his throbbing erection, which looked like threatening to pierce its way out of his pants. "Show me your tool," Savita said and cupped his huge bulge on the pants. The thought of seeing his huge prick for the first time excited her. "Here it comes," JD took virtually no time in getting rid of his clothes. The moment she got a look at the thick, longish monster, Savita nearly fainted. No doubt, it was the biggest thing that she had ever seen. She heaved in thorough expectation thinking about how JD might feel sliding into her waiting pussy. Savita looked steadily at him, and slowly gripped his huge meat with one hand. Taking it into her mouth, she began to run her lips up and down it. JD's hands strayed all over her body looking for her flesh as she gave him a wonderful blowjob on the backseat of the car. Savita moaned on his dick as his fingers clutched her nipples and tweaked them. She was amazingly quick and hard on his dick, showing her thorough expertise in sucking. JD closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her warm mouth wrapping his dick and remained in the same position until his hot salty spunk began shooting into her mouth. Unperturbed by his excitement, she swallowed everything she could muster and looked at JD with a big proud smile flashing on her face. Savita sat up and said "I can't help feeling jealous about Gayatri. You have an amazing dick." JD promptly replied, "I have never felt jealous about Mansukh till now. But, after seeing your capabilities, I wish you were my wife." "Don't worry," Savita said with a mischievous smile. "Your brother will never come to know that you were my partner tonight. If you wish, he will never know whatever we might do at home as well." "Great!" JD exclaimed. "You will have two husbands and I will have two wives." "That's right," Savita pulled his hands towards her chest and said, "We need not come here anymore. Shantiniketan is big enough for both of us. There is no need for us to put the Virani family's pride at stake." JD passionately looked at Savita, the woman whom he used to look upon with respect and regard until not very long back. Now, she was suggesting to him something he had never dreamed. "Yes" he said "You are right." Savita leaned forward, took his face in her hands and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue made its way into his mouth, indicating that she was horny as hell. She desperately wanted JD impaling her with his stiff huge dick. JD reached out to her breasts yet again and squeezed them hard. "I love this when you do," Savita said. JD let his left hand trail downwards until it reached to her womanhood. Savita's body humped on the seat as he began teasing her pussy lips with his fingers. Savita began moaning all over again feeling his hand running up and down her crotch. They seemed like kissing and stroking each other infinitely before they suddenly slipped back on the seat. JD was unrelenting on her crotch as he ran the tips of his fingers deliriously on her crotch. A smile flashed on his face after he felt a tingle of moisture after having stroked a horny woman's warm pussy. Savita flexed herself opening her thighs a little giving him complete access to her pussy enabling JD to slip his fingers deep inside her. He felt her warmth and plenty of moisture in her yielding pussy. Savita heaved in pleasure as his experienced fingers perfectly reached to hit the right spot. Her thighs closed to trap his hand in between. JD wasn't stopping as he wiggled his finger furiously inside her making her let out deep moans. Savita asked "You don't like kissing there?" JD smiled before leaning forward and kissing her pussy lips. The mild aroma and the terrific warmth took him by surprise as his tongue began licking her crack. Savita groaned as moments ticked past because she could feel his tongue probing between her lips. JD's hands firmly gripped her waist as his tongue sank deeper into her while pulling her crotch forcefully against his hungry lapping tongue. Savita shivered in joy running her hands through his hair as his tongue explored her inner pussy. The more she was getting excited the harder was she grabbing his hair thrashing her pubis against his face. Finally, she exploded letting out a loud squeal after which her hands relieved JD. JD pulled away and looked up at her with a grin on his soaking face. "You are very tasty," JD said with a smile. He located a pack of condoms from his jerkins, snapped off the wrapper and skillfully put it on his wonder dick. "Fuck me now," Savita ordered. She mounted on the seat and stood in a position enabling him to enter from the back. JD couldn't resist the temptation to give a couple of smacks on her reddish ass cheeks before he decided to have a go at her pussy. As he positioned behind her, Savita guided the head of his dick in between her pussy lips. JD felt being at the top of the world as he began to move easily in and out of her. His hands gripped her waist as he moved back and forth while Savita started bucking back against him. "Fuck me," Savita kept murmuring. "Fuck me with that big dick of yours." Savita closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of JD's huge dick penetrating inside her moist pussy. She bit her lips in joy as JD got quicker and quicker as seconds ticked past. As JD went about pounding her pussy, she almost felt every vein and ridge on his dick, which went on a rampage. JD's hands took her wonder tits to resume another squeezing session. JD's dick was pulsating in her cunt as he kept banging her harder and faster. She kept writhing back against him thrusting her body against his waist all through. "Oh dear JD," Savita squealed in absolute joy as they fucked in frenzy. Experienced in sex, they knew the impending climax more so after their bodies mashed against each other like never before. JD began growling after a while as if to indicate that he was about to shoot anytime. Savita's body quivered as she felt JD shooting consecutive loads into the condom. She wasn't lagging behind, as she knew that the terrific tingles in her pussy were enough indications to her approaching her orgasm. Savita squirmed and screamed, "I am Cumming." The noise of their naked bodies slapping against each other slowed down before coming to a grinding halt. Their bodies went rigid before their nerves tied into knots inside their bodies. They eventually collapsed. JD was pressing hard against her back. She trembled yet again as his spent dick slipped out of her sopping pussy. After a while, they managed to restore their normal breathing. After a brief passionate kissing session, they remained hugging for a few minutes. "We need to get dressed up," JD reminded her as he began picking up the clothes. "JD," Savita planted another kiss on his forehead. "Thank you for making me happy." JD smiled in reply and got into his pants. Savita took his clue and began dressing herself in quick time. "Savita," JD said just before he was about to get out of the car. "Don't tell Mansukh that it was me in the car today." "I won't," Savita said with a naughty smile. "I want to keep this a secret so that we can try this out more often at home." "That's better," JD gave a gentle peck on her cheeks before disappearing into the darkness. 'Thank you Mansukh,' she told herself. 'You were absolutely right. This is very different.' She had come to the front seat immediately after JD had left. Savita decided to thank her husband once he returns. She had to wait for a few more minutes before he emerged from another dark corner of the compound.

Hello every body! I am here to confess about my sex unions with my wife and her mother in a day just 6 months back. I had been married for 1 year and living with my wife Jyothi, only one to her mother. After marriage we came to stay here in Bangalore ( my job here).I am aged 26 and my wife is of just 21.After six months of marriage my mother in law decided for a visit to us and a one month stay here with us as she was alone in her home. Her husband i.e. my father in law had died 10 years back at that time she was very young but for the sake of her daughter she kept herself out of another man in her life. My wife was extremely happy on hearing this. We had made arrangements in house hold matters etc with regard her visit and stay, as we are newly married and my flat comprising only two rooms, kitchen with a toilet only. And also we were in little confusion and fear about the sleeping arrangements, privacy etc. matters. My mother in law is a widow of about 41/42 of age having good physical assets. she has an attractive personality. She has a sexy shape. Her boobs and buttocks are not very big and looks like not of a 40 yrs or not of a mother's. For first 2/3 days of her stay with us we were very busy with visitors and visiting etc. of neighbors. In house she used to wear sari at day time and in the evening after a bath wear nightie. When she was in sari she used to wear it down below her navel exposing her round stomach, very lower exposing a pleasant view of her stomach, navel button and the whole area, her boobs (mulas) in 90 degree supported by very tight bra. In the evening, generally having a most pleasurable and hot seen for me with her in her nightie which allows a very good view of her boobs and the well shaped sexy pair of panty free butts. When ever she bend down to pick some thing or wake out of sitting I used to peep in to her back side having very erotic site that her plain underskirt (pavadai) alongwith her nightie hugged by her lovely butt cracks and she simply used her fingers to pull it back always. For 3-4 days my wife didn't allowed me to have sex after a long period. She was totally inhibited and shied to have sex because of her mother in next room and feared about sound, light, etc. as there was some privacy problems with us. As the structure of the flat -that is we can use toilet etc. entering from both rooms with door to both rooms. Even during toilet times one have to lock the other room's entrance to it. Other wise if some one in the other room (generally not) can enter into toilet when one is in toilet (comprising bath and closet -two in one). My wife was more reserved type so that she denied me sex for 3-4 days. And me every time with a strong desire, inspired by MILS body in mind, every night continued my attempt to have sex with wife. 5th day I managed to win her body. With the thirst of 4 days interval, after a pee, I forgot to lock the bath room door or to switch off our bed room light, for a moment, I forgot about the guest in the other room, sitting hear while my wife lying in bed I succeeded in un buttoning her gown, my finger on top of her bra cups pressed hard and she got some hotness so she allowed me to un buckle her bra by turning into a side and freed it. I take her brown nipples little hard with my handling taken in mouth lips and started to suck it hard and my hands caressing her other nipple and the breast fully. At last she opened my lungi to sides and took my penis already hardened- she commented- how big your andi today (she always call my kunna `andi' during romance and sex she wondered `grown so big in four days' and started to fondle and shook and caressed my little hairy testicle bag. At last she freed her body herself out of gown and pavada- she normally not wears panty at night except her m.c. days) and positioned her thighs vide enough to have a direct entrance for my kunna . I started to explore my wife's pooru- little hairy (she used to apply hair remover once in a month) already wet with love drops, nibbled and rubbed her (clit) kanth for some time, lastly she pulled me to her body and guided my kunna to her swollen pooru and started my action with a hard thrust `Haiyyoooo' hammmee...`Pathukke...' `Pathukke...' she uttered. In shot, we had completed one shot within 10 minutes time because of 4 days gap. My wife got exhausted so much that she couldn't get up even to have a pooru (cunt) wash. She felt very tired she did not get down from bed, closed and tighted her thighs in the same position and turned into a side and into deep sleep in ecstasy in nude posture exposing her white big kundi (butt)with a brown colour kundi crack. After a while I got out of bed full nude went to bathroom door then only I thought of the mistake that I had done in not locking toilet door. Suddenly I remembered of MIL in other room, I return back to bed and tied my lungi and entered into toilet there I saw the entrance door to toilet from MIL's room remained open. Standing there in Toilet I peeped to her bed where I saw she in sleep (or pretend to be)- lying with her back- wearing a single coloured nightie, her hands were back to head side - a pleasurable seen - her boobs were like peaks, with a clear view of her `grape' on both boobs and her thighs were so wide and her pavadai and nightie bottom open and resting upto knee leaving her feet to kneels visible, her heavy, hairless and wheatish colour thighs, I felt a very hard hardon to my whole body, thinking she is so sexy than her daughter-i.e. my wife and having good assets at this age, and start to think about how she managed to control her sexual desires for the last long 10 years. But she had been maintaining her body very neat and clean, minimum fashionable, but with flexible kundi, vibrating one-two basis when she walk. While viewing her by standing there in short distance suddenly she take her one hand from head back side, her hand started to open up front side of her nightie and pavadi bottom end where it was resting and pulled upwards upto her waist- my heart started to beat heavily- but I hadn't able to withdraw my eyes from there. Standing there I watched what she was trying to do. Any thing secrets with her - and for a peep into her pooru, weather it hairy or not- how it looks like. I was eagerly waiting - she widened her thighs more, there I succeeded to have a sight into her whole thigh and her finger began rubbing pubic hair, heavy and thick, curly, covering the whole area - a natural pooru area- by which she casted a girl for me - but unable to see it fully. After rubbing her pubic hair area she started rubbing her pooru lips for some time and turned to a side. May be some itching problem to her pooru. While cleaning cream from my kunna due to sex with my wife- followed by a pee I accidentally seen one panty in cloth line in toilet wall blue in colour-cross lined, costly-but very shaped one- A new Item in our toilet cloth line - I took it out and opened it fully, it was a weared out one, a special item - I was sure that It is of my MIL's, for the first time I had seen a panty from my sweet MIL. I inhaled hardly the delicate area of it to feel the smell of her motherly pooru, the most erotic smell from a women, that area her pooru rubbing with the panty-damn coloured, yellowish in the spot where her pooru hole hugging, smelled it- cunt smell with a heavy musky aroma, mixed with urine smell - a full load of the day- checked for her pooru hair tugged in panty, collected 2-3 of them and tested how long it is? 2 inch long.but curly. I wondered. Why she is not cares about her pooru? May be it associated with her pooru is out of service for long years. With her panty in my face haling her pooru smell I began to shake my andi (kunna) with closed eyes. Within seconds I felt happened to hear a sound, some one in front of me, opened my eyes - I saw my MIL was standing in front of me- my kunna was in erected condition -and visible to her and her panty at my nose side. I excused, in great embarrassment I turned to exit but she catched in my hand and pulled to her side persuade me to go with her in her bed. I must tell you that she is really sexy with big boobs with a nice figure. She asked me why I was playing with her shuddy (panty) when -`your wife sleeping with u regularly' She asked me `any thing problem with her'. `tell me please' she requested. `If anything wrong with her then tell me' she repeated' "Let me know the truth" Why didn't you tell me?" I was ashamed and little embarrassed. What to do and say, how to respond- but I retained the courage and humbly said she do not allow to do it daily, she will make excuses daily, and she is really afraid of my size. And further I said I am very much impressed in your body chemistry. She wondered I am your MIL It is wrong to think in that way. I said I know all these things, but I am very much...... even I dream of yourself when having sex with your daughter. Then I praised her boobs and its shape, well shaped butt and the stomach area, Etc.... to impress and seduce her more and more . At least she got wired and from her expression I understood that she was in mood . While standing side by side in order to exploit the situation more and more I touched her body with my two hands and pulled her tightly to my body, within seconds I touched her boobs and began to caress, with my one leg rolled her nightie and pavadai over to waist, with my lips on her lips. I touched her pubic area with one hand, and other hand in her butt, in a good move pulled out her nightie over her head and threw it out now she is in her fancy bra-but transparent, giving a good sight of her brown nipples even though it was in bra cups very tightly fitted-pressing hard her boobs on top of bra she got more cute and horny so she herself un buckled her bra from back side and I helped her to pull it out of her body. Now her boobs are visible, slightly shagged, bit golden in colour, with brown rounds and hard nipple, I started to play with it, she closed her eyes, freed herself what ever I can do, take her nipple in one mouth- I reminded her about my wife in her childhood might have sucked her milk, now her husband in need of it! What a surprise! She at that time make the comment that is `you are the third one to suck my nipples'. I regretted to forget him, her husband-my FIL. While sucking her nipples one by one my hand went down to her Pavadai but she forcibly discourage me from it and requested me to switch off the light. But I strongly said to her that I want to see her nacked body fully so that light is required. Without waiting for her response... in one motion I untied her pavadai and it fell down in the floor. Now she is in fully nude, with an silver aranjanam (chain-waist ring) at her navel area where her dark hairy triangle starts. My hand reached at her triangle played with her thick bush. I asked her about why she was not interested in keeping her pooru area hair free. She only smiled-Then I started to smell her little hairy armpits one by one which were little hairy . from there I began to kiss her body - under side of her boobs lifting her boobs one by one , then stomach, navel button, then her flat and hairy triangle, her pooru lips .... she suddenly pushed my head away from her pooru and covered her love triangle with her one hand, murmuring it is full of hair, please.... Yes, it was fully hairy and she had not been trimming or shaving it for years. So don't... but I forcibly pulled out her hand from pooru, forcibly widened her thighs further and began to smell, opened her big brown pooru lips by one hand to sides alongwith hair and my nose touched her Kanth (clit), a tiny one may be it was small because it had been inactive for years- decided to activate her Kanth (clit) nibbled it hardly, rubbed it with my nose. I looked at her face and her eyes were remain closed, little shyness in her face, but more sexy. She herself laid down on bed on her back, opened her thighs to sides, her eyes were closed, her hands mocving on her own boobs, she guided my one hand to her nipple and inserted one finger in her red pink pooru, By that time she managed to untied my lungi fully and I was in naked position, my hard kunna vibrating it self, she simply smiled, and with shyness she touched it with her hand. i lifted her legs in my hand and placed it in my shoulders, inserted my middle finger inside her wet,soft and heavy fleshy pooru started to move my finger in and out, and one hand's finger on her kanth (clit) nibbling and pulling it out. I couldn't believe how stimulated she was. She wriggled her hips to admit my finger and, her wetness increased, she began to moan, brathing heavily, She began to shake my punna which was in her hand and pulled my kunna to near to her pooru. Feeling her kazhappu (libido) more and more growing I allowed my kunna in her hand to fit it with her trebling pooru, as soon as she placed positited it there within second I vide a hard and deep thrust inserted my kunna in my MIL's pooru which was fully and opened and ready to accept her SIL's Kunna. Inserted fully it in her hot pooru, started to move in and out, fully withdrawing kunna from her pooru upto entrance lips and thrusting faster and faster, she also support by placing her kundi, moving up and up in a calculated rythem each of us kundis moving front to back, allowing kunna and pooru speedy entering, producing heavy sleeky and airy sound from her pooru, after some thrust. As I exploded in her pooru she hugged me tightly as and her hips to my rod hard wanting to take all of my cum in her. While spitting I managed to make a few thrust more for a complete ejaculation with than she also collapsed, her hips loosed its tightness, she withdrawn her hands from my body, breathing heavily. I withdrawn my retiring kunna from her sleekly and, pasty bubbles bearing pooru, I peeped into it, her pooru was fully opened, there I could see her reddish kanth, her pooru hair were totally wet with gum and I saw my kunna milk dripping heavily from her pooru hole and flowing it to her ass. Without talking anything, I got out of bed, walked into toilet, washed my kunna and returned to my bed room where my wife-her daughter- in deep sleep. The next morning I had seen her with a bright and pleasant face, energetic, already bathed, in a transparent sari, matching blouse and pavadai working in kitchen along with her daughter. But I was unable for a direct look at her face. But she remained calm and cool and as nothing happened mood. I was 100% sure that she will not disclose it to her daughter. And my relation with So, readers, the next day I felt fully weak . But I had managed to set of to my office timely. During office time also I felt lazy, un-interested in my work, while working - coming up in mind about the happenings in last night. But whenever I thought about that - the clear view of my MIL's nude body - arising in mind and felt being erected even though my kunna is in VIP Frenchie. I felt the day was very long. But under pressure I have to complete my urgent works in office and by 7 `o' clock I reached home. When I reached home wife and Mil were in the front hall viewing TV. Both were freshly bathed and in fresh gowns condition. While walking towards to our bed room to change dress I had made a peep into her face, our eye balls met each other. After changing dress I entered in to toilet. In loving memory of my MIL I searched for her under garments especially her panties. There I found another one from her just washed condition hanging in cloth line. With warm regards I took it in my hands smelled her pooru rubbing spot of it. Being a new one, a good looking one with no dampness or colour loss, or tight elastic - extremely smelled in liril bath soap. During bath, I was fully engaged in setting up chances for the next episode with my MIL. But considering the seriousness of the matter I cautioned my self for handling it with extreme confidence, leaving zero chance to suspicion to my wife. Without hurting her how can I able to continue the sex relation with her mom. After a long bath I returned to the room, wear another VIP frenchie and Lungi, and little makeup walked out of house. Standing in porch area looking outside but thinking only about sex and my MIL, she (MIL) reached out of house, standing nearby to be started to talk in general about office works etc. hen came my wife joined in our talks outside and continued chat for an hour. During talks also I was keen and careful about the happenings, little fear also in mind when I look at my wife. But My Mil was firm and bold that was the greater encouragement for me to carry on things in my favour. Near about 10 o clock at night we completed our dinner, I returned to out bedroom in a pre-sleep mood lying on bed restated the process of finalizing next stept as I was very much impressed on her body assets and I also want to exploit maximum more and more in this limited days of her stay with us. When ever I thought forward of more intimacy with her - some times my mind brought back me strongly that she is my MIL, the morale, the serious problems that may be arise out of this act, but every time at last I came into the conclusion that I am helping her from loneliness and to reward her for her punctual life for the last 10 years of without partner. In justification to my act I always had in mind a powerful reason that she is not my real Mom so whatever we are doing is not wrong because it's not incest. It seems that she being a widow was getting no attention from anyone... she was lonely and jumped at the chance May be, she must have made up her mind to comply with her sexual urges, as we had been just married, spent many nights in her house, as every one knows there will be hectic sex among newly married youngsters in the adjacent room might have revamped her sex desire/libido thinking about our sex deed and felt obligated to make sex with her young and handsome SIL. The 3rd day morning. It was Saturday morning. My wife already completed her bath and breakfast as she was in hurry with a pre-planned shopping with our neighbor lady. She in a hurry completed the formalities, well dressed, left home for her weekly shopping. I know she will take at least 2-3 hours to return. So that I had made up my mind to explore the possibility of having more sex with her Mom. When I entered her room I could hear sounds from bathroom. My cock was now in throbbing in anticipation to her pooru. I could barely contain myself as I waited on her to step out of the shower. At first I checked the bathroom whether it is locked or not. As soon as I felt the door was not locked but only closed, I wrapped a towel around me and reached the bathroom step where she was taking her bath. My heart started to beat as I am about to see and feel something that I needed in the worst way. What happened next was really cool thing for me. I pulled the door in one motion, standing in the door step I waited for her response. She was very embarrassed. She was only in a bath towel (torthu mundu) tighed upto her armpits covering her boobs (mulas without bra inside), covering stomach and half of her heavy thighs, but with shuddy (panty) underneath. She was sitting just like that for a pee and doing washing her pavadai and bra etc. there I was above to see her pooru bum triangle in wet shuddy and her pubic hair (poodas) poking out from shuddy through the inner thigh side elastic of her shuddy. Suddenly she waked and moved two steps back upto the wall side with her hands hiding her chest area and her thighs in tighted condition from my view. My towel was barely covering my one side due to my cock was standing straight in semi hard condition, when I looked down it was very clear to see under my towel. I frankly said to her that `I love my wife but her taste in sex is very low and she is nothing to me in sex'. I continued, `She is repulsed by almost anything other than the obligatory sex in ordinary sex position only'. I told her that I was sorry and that I love her daughter but that `she does not take care of my needs and urges with regard to sex'. `Our sex is only a one way traffic'. My mother-in-law was so upset and fearful that I would leave her daughter that she offered to take care of my desires when pressure mounted. By moving forward I touched her only towel covering her body and pulled it out. Her towel fell down to floor. Now she was only in her rose coloured light shuddy. At her naval area I was able to see her pubic hairs. Her shuddy waist elastic was very low to her naval exposing the starting area of pubic hair. I took her hands and pulled her to my side, tighted my hands upon her back, locked her there. At that my kunna was very hard out of bath towel. As we were close to each other my kunna was pressing her abdomen and pubic area. At that time her eyes were so closed, so obedient to me, but she did not . With one hand I untied my towel and freed my kunna totally exposing to her. By working fastly I had entered my one hand into her panty elastic but I was unable to touch her pooru because her thighs were in so tight condition. Any way I tried my best to slide out her shuddy. By that time she was deeply shied , she gave me an innocent look and suddenly made an attempt to retain her towel from the floor but I had managed and blocked and discouraged her from it. Now her shuddy also in the floor, both of us were now in completely nude pose. Her boobs were little shagged- dancing in accordance with her body movement. I started to kiss her mouth lips, neckline area, in between her mulas (boobs), commenting to her that I always have in mind to make my MIL feel good in my home, whatever it takes to make you feel better'. I told her ` Do you know what I want to do now'. As I sucked her mulas (boobs) she began to rub my kunna ,by that time her breathing got heavier and heavier. I could be able to feel her hot breathe. I open the shower, as water started to fall on us I requested her to take the soap from floor, she bent down a little to take the soap once I had got a clear view of her little round black ass hole and kundi cracks and under on it her half open pooru from back, she handled over me the soap, I began to wash her back and big kundi (buttocks) and her belly and so on. Turning her face to face to me I soaped her mulas from under side by picking up mula by one hand, one by one, holding up her hands upwards I soaped her little hairy armpits, by the time she was so aroused second time that she started to play with my kunna, and the hair down there of me. By the time I had soaped myself and to soaping her pooru area, I told her to sit down like that on closet, she obeyed but she scared to talk to me anything, I standing on my knees, began to explore her pooru fully. Then I washed especially her 'tits' and her nipples already stiffens. Then I soaped her pussy. I washed her clit and fingered her a little. She was groaning but pushed me away hardly. At that time I requested her to let me clean her pooru hair. But she didn't say any things. I under stood that `mounam sammatham' means as she was not against it. I suddenly ran into our room, bring back my razor with a new blade on it, laying her flatly down along the floor, Open vide her thighs as she can, applied the soap gently on her pooru area, stared to shave from the top of her bushy triangle to downward, but it was a hard task to clean shave her thick and long hairy one, slowly, cleaned the upper area, then with one hand fingers I pulled up her both pooru lips jointly and shave the area and then bottom part of her pooru and the hair on channel upto her ass. She was so shied when my finger touched ass hole. During these times she once or twice remembered to hurry up and finish the job and remembered me about her daughter about to reach. As I completed my job in a hurry applied my `old spice shave after lotion' upon her whole pussy area, then shaved her armpit fully, washed with soap and water, very well. Then I presented a kiss on her pooru, as she was confident enough about her pooru smell and cleanliness, she didn't discouraged me from doing so, got inspired with her trend, I started to pull our her pooru lips to sides, it was fully visible of her pooru's inner area, her clit, nibbled it, rubbed it with my fingers, entered one finger into her pooru hole, reversed my finger and rubbed the upper portion of her pooru hole to find and arouse her g-spot, at one point.. Hammmm..." she moaned I know she loved it, because she groaned highly. I know that she felt urgency of my kunna inside of her pooru, but I had my own plan! I relieve her and I laid my self with my back my kunna is throbbing, standing erect, pointed and positioned upwards like a machine gun waiting ready to fire. In a quick motion my MIL placed herself on me while standing on her knees and hands, placing her knees at the side of my angle With her fingers she opened her pussy lips real wide, she pushed down and I felt a popping sensation as my cock went in her body. I was surrounded by the most soft wet skin I had ever felt. She was not real tight inside, but I could feel her squeezing the base of my cock, then it was looser but real wet, and then something pressing on the end of my cock. She started working my cock in and out of her, I looked at her pooro opening when she lift her kundi upwards and down and saw a white ring of foam at the base and milky juice all over my Kunna. As she lifted up I could feel a squeeze as the head would just about slip out, then she would drive almost all the way down. Her eyes were in closed condition, I lasted longer than, when I was getting close I ran my hands up her legs and held her waist with my fingers in her kundi cracks, I started rubbing her anal hole, it was little opened due to her sexual excitement, and the position in which she was, my hands worked very fastly, I touched my sleek kunna top when she move upwards, for having some lubricants and my lubricated finger in to her anal hole, started to fuck her anal hole with my one finger, She was moaning heavily ...haaaaaaa.... mmmmmm. I understood. I bumped up my kundi in comply to her speedy movements, her pooru started to produce sounds, airy sounds, sleeky, bubling sounds, her pussy, I started to finger her kanth (clit) and rubbed it fastly in order to send her to climax, I had taken her mulas one by one in my mouth, pinching the nipples one by one, she speeded up, haa....Mone..... she moaned, within seconds she climaxed, fell down on me, in a quick motion I rolled with her in my arms, now she is in floor with my kunna in her climaxed pooru, I then guided her thighs upon my shoulders, I could see her opened pooru mouth with and the inner area, full with her own wetness, direction my kunna which was wet and smelled with her pooru smell and juice, started thrusting in and out, I requested my Mil to tighten her pooru with pelvic muscles., though she was very tired, she tried her maximum to tighten it, started to move my kunna in and out fully, at last I had pumped a full volume of shuklam (semen) in her tired pooru, I have in mind about my wife's arrival and about the consequences on finding it suddenly I withdrawn my kunna from her pooru and her thighs from my shoulders, as she placed her legs normal he pooru produced sounds, I quickly soaped up my kunna which was yet to reach normalcy and cleaned with water, ran out of the bathroom while fitting my bath towel. In the next part I will explain you my MIL's frank talks with me during sex and her confession about her childhood and her short married life with her husband i.e. my Late FIL. Until then please bear with me. Thanks for your overwhelming response which i had received for my "Confession" series Hope this story also will be appreciated. After a long wait of three days, I got my chance to make uninterrupted love and frank talks with my MIL. My wife (Jyothi) and our neighbour ladies about to leave for a marriage to be held on evening miles away from home. They were about to depart in an hour. I purposefully returned from office one hour early before their departure. So as soon as my wife went, we ( me and my MIL) reached the front door to say `bye' to them, watching and waiting for them to get in the bus. Since the door step is so congested that we were standing back to back my hands slowly started caressing her butt. She wore a light blue colored maxi that day. Her black bra was somewhat visible through her maxi. it was a magical feeling to touch those soft but high butt (kundi) of hers. There I had lined her (panty line) over her Maxi. Since now a days ladies started to wear plain under skirts instead of frilled and having many folders type. So it was easy to have a pleasant look on butt (Kundi) and the V panty shape clearly visible in butt. My Penis (Kunna) was getting impatient. I standing behind her pressed my kunna even though it was under many clothes began to rub and pressing it in her kundi cracks. She was maintained an expressionless face, incase anyone would see her. As soon as the bus went out of sight I pulled her into my bedroom. And locked the front door. I didn't want to waste any time, we grabbed each other, and frantically started kissing. She had that sexy look on her face. While caressing and kissing her she said "tell me please" "Jyothi (about my wife) didn't satisfy you in sex" She continued "Look , I've been thinking that maybe you're not at all that satisfaction in bed with my daughter. Did you make her anything nasty any time?" "No nothing" I said. She murmured "may be my daughter won't understand the importance of sex happiness in married life". As I hadn't interested to go forward with her doubts I said "Mom, tell me about your sex life after his departure? "I never tried to have sex with any one after his death" But you have given me something that I can't buy. Sex is in human's nature and I admit that I needed it. Just so glad that it is you who provided me with the ecstasy which I was longing and been suppressed for these long years." "I've only had actual sex with you other than my husband. She sighed explosively and took another deep breath. Her eyes have a pleading look and desire in them that I've never seen before. She felt herself so weak and submissive. I said `Mom' `you are so beautiful'. She admitted reluctantly. "You look very nice today. I noticed that you wanted to tell me something but you didn't take the courage. After a good chat, she finally gave up all her stress and and told me everything. I really enjoyed her frank sex talks. Her statements made in me confidence. She continued. "do you give me a grand child. I am eagerly waiting for it" "Why are you making it late? What's both yours opinion?" I said, "Mom, I am ready for it but she (my wife) strictly want to avoid it for two years. "Any contraceptive? `I mean condom' she asked to me. No Mom, I said "it feels nothing" I admitted to my MIL that her daughter always using insertion tabs. I continued "I like a woman who follows directions my well" She said she will talk to her and advice her, without pointing me, but she said she can't talk to her about bed room matters so that she herself cooperating with me. "I know about your problem". She said she will talk with her daughter, but expressed her desire that she just wanted to see how we (me and wife) were doing in bed. I agreed tomorrow night I will arrange her for the sight. But she requested me to take care of her daughter for the whole life, and lead her and teach her every thing. Standing in my bed room near to her my hands in her shoulders, my mother-in-law was already holding on my back, pulling me tightly towards her body, making me feel the fullness of her large breasts (mulakal).I had expected to have my hands brushed away, but she guided me, placing my hands on her breasts. I could feel them through the fabric; I could feel her heart beating beneath them. I began to explore further, finding the small of her back, the expanse of her buttocks (kundi), the warmth of her thighs (thudakal). She kept kissing me, with greater strength as I continued to touch her wherever I had the presence of mind to do so. I lifted the hem of her maxi and under skirt (pavada) together, caressing her angles, the sweet sensations on her body started to loosen her inhibitions every time, and placed my hand on her thigh and butt (kundi) I felt her panties (shuddy) very thin fabric a low cut one, I inserted my one hand in the elastic of her panties I have failed to reach at her Pooru (cunt) lips fully but only her hairy triangle- I move one hand from around her hip to the bottom of her stomach. I want to watch her come before I release myself inside of her. I feel her thigh muscles clenched around my hand which was in her panties. She said "I'm forty two years old now but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a week, I mean for the last long ten years I have been pleasuring myself when I felt the need arising. But I hadn't have the courage for a second marriage or indulge in sex with any one even though there have been enough temptation from many. I pulled her h to my bed and tried to open up her maxi, she herself freed from her maxi and untighed her under skirt I helped her to free it out. Now she was in her black brassier and and black shuddy only her shuddy was so thin fabric and high low cut size that it was very tight, I parted her thighs and placed her knees up side to display her pooru area clearly,. for a view how her shuddy covering her pooru whether it is fully covering it or her pooru eating shuddy. He r poru was so tightly packed in it that just I can see her clit mounted in cloth like that of a bumb. I inserted my two hands from side ways to her shuddy and pulled her pooru lips to sides out of her panty. Now her panty totally tugged in her pooru crack.then I slowly slided her shuddy down wards, she herself un hooked her brassier now her mulas were in erected stage, nipples very hard she started to rub her nipples, I placed my mouth at her pooru, licked her clit with my toungh at the same time one finger in her pooru hole, she started to wetting, her pooru hair is so small like that of `shaving due for three days). She sharted to move her kundi up and down slowly, I smelled my ginger from her pooru, same smell like that of my wife, but more fleshy pooru, pooru lips are more fat than my wife's, colour also more darkish than her daughter's. I requested her - about my dream of having sex in doggy style. She at first felt awkward but I persuade her to position for the same. Her gudam (ass) a small black round between her kundi crack, I freed my self from lungi and shuddy and placed my kunna vibrating in my hand to her pooru from back while standing on my knees. I caught her angles with my two hands started to move in and out it fully increased my speed and pressed her kundi back and forth with my movement. Then she started to act according to my movement and I started to touch her ass hole slowy. But she resisted. I suppose I was extremely fortunate to have had it with and the way I did with her. I asked her whether all these actions are familiar to you I mean in your married years. She smiled but she did not responded verbally. . I feel her muscles clench around me, and between the sounds she's making and the way her body is starting to tremble, I know it's only seconds before she lets go. She starts quickly shaking against my stilled hips and the combination of that and her muscles clenching around me make me start to feel everything inside of me rush to the tip of my cock. Her hips rock a little more forcefully and I hear her screaming so loud that it drowns out the sounds of my own orgasm. I spill into her so hard that it's difficult for me to remember a time that I've come that powerfully. My arms finally give out and I fall completely on back of her body for half an hour I touched her pooru my hard milk and her colourless drops mixed dripping thick coming out of her pooru I took her shuddy and wiped her pooru then my kunna with it. Spread her panty and checked its pooru area how her panty looks like after wearing for a day. She always had in her panty a permanent watery round spot where her pooru hole touching and hugging with her shuddy. She said "you have changed me completely".

Vibha was herself crazy with hot incredible desire. She was positively dying with fuck-hunger. After watching the scene of Reena being fucked by Javed, Vibha's own wet cunt was coursing and burbling with prickly fires. Vibha got down between Javed's legs and grasped his semi-erect cock in her soft, skilled hand and began to lightly stroke her hand up and down the length of his cock, stimulating the super-sensitive underside with her supple fingers, feeling it still growing and swelling in her hand. She held his almost erect cock in both hands and started sucking him like it was the last cock she would ever see. Reena bent down and held my cock with both hands for Vibha as she was sucking the life out of it. Trying to get it hard again. Meanwhile, Reena also licked his balls and thighs. Javed was going nuts. Vibha's magic mouth brought him back to life again. She loved the taste of it. The heat of it caused her pussy to quiver and burn. Vibha slowly moved her head downward, savoring every inch of cock-flesh she sucked into her mouth. She felt the head of his red, steaming prick pressing against the back of her throat, but she relaxed and let it slide still deeper inside. Inch by inch, his big lund disappeared into her voracious mouth, filling her mouth and throat until she thought she couldn't hold any more. But she knew she still could. She opened her mouth still wider and drew the last few remaining inches of his lavda into her throat. She loved the feeling of being stuffed full of his cock, feeling her lips brushing against his pubic hair, his big prick throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. She raised her head back up to the top of his cock-shaft and was beginning another downward plunge. She sucked him back in faster this time, hearing him grunt in response. She released him again, his shaft now glistening with her saliva, and made her next stroke harder and more forceful as she plunged downward. She sucked strongly and smoothly, savoring the feeling of his big prick sliding in and out of her mouth. The burning in her pussy was growing fiercer and she knew that she did want his monstrous cock shoved deep inside her cunt. She slowly removed her mouth from his delicious prick, lingering just long enough to press her tongue once more into the tight piss- hole. "ab mujhse nahin raha jaata," Vibha breathed lustily. "meri choot mein jaldi se apna lavda daalo.please.abhi... jaldi." Javed positioned himself between her spread legs and pushed her knees up to her tits, angling her spread pussy toward his angry, red cock. He rubbed the head of his prick up and down through the wet, burning valley of her crotch. "Uuummmmmm," Vibha moaned as she felt his hot cock-head touch her sensitive pussy-flesh. "ghusedo meri choot mein ... chodo mujhe, Javed... jaldi chodo mujhe!" she begged passionately. Javed placed the tip of his cock at the mouth of her dripping pussy and slowly screwed the big head into her cuntal opening. He felt the tight muscles at the opening of her fuck-hole grip his throbbing cock-head. Reena had been watching passionately beside them, tickling her clit with her fingers as she watched Vibha suck and massage Javed's cock and balls. She had begun to plunge her fingers deep into her pussy as Javed began to rub his cock against Vibha's waiting cunt. She couldn't resist joining in now, and placed one hand on Javed's muscular ass-cheeks while pushing his hips toward Vibha's pussy. "Pail de apna lund saali ki choot mein!" Reena cried with excitement, grasping one of Vibha's firm tits with her other hand and watching the rapturous expression on Vibha's face as she pushed Javed's ass harder, making his cock plow into Vibha's straining, stretching cunt. "Phaad daal is randi ki choot, saali ki cheekhain nikal de, aisy dhunaai kar iski choot ki!" Vibha did scream as the huge cock stretched and filled her pussy. She screamed from the pure sexual pleasure the massive cock was creating. Her cuntal passage convulsed and quivered around his thick shaft, squeezing with muscles she had never even used before. "AAAHHHHH ... kitna bada aur mota hai ... kitna tagda lavda hai ... chod mujhe.madarchod.jor se chod!" she screamed, wrapping her strong legs around Javed's waist and pulling him in deeper. Her cunt-muscles squeezed and hugged his thrusting prick. He couldn't hold back. Vibha's tightening legs, Reena's pressure on his ass, and the maddening sensation of Vibha's cunt biting and squeezing his dick caused him to thrust forward as hard as he could. He felt his cock slam its full ten inches into Vibha's quivering cunt. He saw her head jerk backwards and her mouth open wide in passion! He began to fuck his cock in and out of her tight, vise-like hole with wild abandonment. She was letting out a sharp cry each time he slammed into her cunt. Her legs continued to pull him in harder and deeper with each thrust. He watched with passionate delight as Reena grabbed both of Vibha's straining, gorgeous tits and squeezed and pulled the inflamed flesh. Vibha responded by reaching her hand between Reena's spread thighs and shoving her fingers into the hot, dripping hole of her pussy. The incredible tightness and heat of Vibha's pussy was bringing him rapidly to an orgasm that he could tell was going to flood her pussy with steaming, boiling jism. He knew he was going to come so much that his hot cum would overflow the lips of her tight cunt. "Aaaahhh ... uungghhh," he grunted passionately. "Merey munh mein apne lund ka ras nikal!" Vibha cried suddenly as she felt him approaching his orgasm. "Please, Javed ... mujhe terey lund ka ras peena hai ... mujhe munh mein chahiye, mujhe peena hai!" She pulled her legs back from around his waist and began trying frantically to push him out of her cunt before he came. She wanted his hot jism in her mouth. Her whole body ached for it. Reena gasped as she felt Vibha's pleading voice send shivers of lust through her cunt. She loved seeing Vibha so excited. She moved back away from the two lovers slightly as Javed withdrew his incredibly red and swollen cock from Vibha's cunt with a loud slurping pop. She could tell by the way Javed was grimacing and panting that he was trying hard to hold his cum inside his balls until he could reach Vibha's mouth. Vibha's fingers continued to probe and pull her cunt as she sat down on her knees. Reena urged Javed on as he positioned his cock in front of Vibha's waiting mouth. "apne lund ka saara garam maal iske munh mein daal de !" Javed pointed his bursting cock straight at Vibha's mouth. Reena leaned forward and grasped Javed's red-hot cock in her hand, aiming it at Vibha's mouth as she began stroking it vigorously. "Uuuuuhhhhh ... mujhe de ... mujhe tera saara ka saara maal chahiye!" Vibha cried wildly as she stared transfixed at the steaming prick Reena was holding right in front of her mouth. Javed felt his jism began to race through the length of his burning cock. He looked down at Vibha's face, her mouth open and tongue protruding, cupping the head of his cock with her waiting tongue. "Uunghhh!" he grunted as the first hot jet of cum spurted out of his piss-hole and almost filled Vibha's hungry mouth. Reena squeezed his rod hard with each spasm of his hips, milking spurt after spurt of thick jism out of his balls and into Vibha's overflowing mouth. Vibha released a moan of pure passion from deep in her throat as Javed's boiling hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily as more and more of his luscious cream shot into her throat. She felt his hot, thick jism spilling over her lips and dripping down her cheeks. Javed just kept cumming and cumming. It was amazing that one cock could have that much cum in it. Reena was swallowing as fast as she could, but soon, the cum began to overflow and started pouring down the side of her face. Reena continued to milk and squeeze Javed's convulsing cock dropping the loads on Vibha's face, hair, stomach and thighs. Javed panted and groaned with the final thrills his gigantic orgasm sent through his loins. He continued to kneel over Vibha's cum-drenched face as Reena gently rubbed the head of his still-erect prick over Vibha's lips and cheeks as Vibha lapped and licked at his sperm-smeared cock. Reena held his thick, glistening cock in both hands and pulled the tender skin downward until the slit at the top of the head gaped open. Then, placing her lips against the open piss-hole, Reena sucked the remaining thick jism from deep in his shaft, milking it with her hands to squeeze out every drop. Reena released Javed's cock and moved her head toward Vibha's face. Reena began to lick all the remaining cum from Vibha's lips and face. She sucked and lapped hungrily all over Vibha's legs and even her sandals, drinking in all the delicious jism she could. Reena Vibha held her cum-covered tongue out from between her wet lips and Reena sucked it into her own mouth, sharing the pleasure of Javed's cum with Vibha. Then Javed started putting on his clothes. Vibha took out a 500-rupee note and handed it over to him. "Gazab ka lund hai tera. vaisey tau gaand bhi marvaani thi tujhse par phir kabhi sahi." After Javed left, both the women kept sitting there nude except for their high-heeled sandals. They lit cigarettes and Vibha poured whisky for both of them. "Aaj tau bahut mazaa aaya.main kabhi nahi bhooloongi yeh din." Reena said exhaling the smoke. "Arey abhi tau tooney dekha hi kya hai. saade naal rehegi tey aish karegi. chudaai de naye naye mazey kaish karegi" Vibha replied as Reena gulped down her drink. Reena poured more for herself. "Arey thoda dheerey pi.ghar bhi jaana hai chad jaayegi" Vibha tried to stop her but Reena said, "Jis par chudaai ka nashaa sawaar ho.us par ye whisky kya asar karegi." Reena poured herself three glasses in the time it took Vibha to finish one. She raised her last glass in a salute to Vibha, who had just finished her first, and drank deeply. Then they started putting on their clothes. "kal Sunday hai.mere ghar aaja afternoon mein.thodi aish karengey." Vibha said with a wink as she put on her saree. Reena also put on her salwar-kameez and they parted with a kiss. Vibha dropped her at the nearby bus stop in her car. As they lived in opposite direction, Reena insisted on taking bus when Vibha offered to drop her. Although Reena had been drinking and but she felt herself under control, just a little light-headed. Luckily, the office-crowd time was over and the bus had very few people. That had been quite a session of fucking, Reena reminisced as she sat by the window in bus. She was relaxing, thinking back to that wild session she and Vibha and Javed had that day. Whew! She thought. "That Vibha was really a sex-driven woman." Reena realized that bus had to take de-tour due to some reason and she will have to get down at the bus- stop which was about more than one kilometer from her house. When she got down, it was already dusk (darker part of twilight). The drinking he had done a little earlier now seemed to be hitting her. Reena felt a little unsteady on her feet. So, she decided to take a short cut through a narrow dirt path, bordered by knee-high grass and trees and wild flowers. Although this dirt-path was going to be deserted, still she opted to use it, as it would save her more than half a distance. As she strolled along the pathway, she felt as though her legs could no longer support her; they were giving away under her! She started weaving drunkenly just slightly in her high-heeled sandals as she walked up the path her hands tightly clenched around her purse. To make the matters worse, she felt a strong urge to pee. She lurched ahead for a minute and when she could not control her urge anymore, she quickly glanced through her surroundings to make sure no one was there and since it was almost getting dark, she loosened the nada of her salwar and pulled her salwar down to her ankles and squatted on the ground. She was not wearing panties at that time. She took a deep breath, and then unleashed a steaming golden torrent and next moment she caught the rustle of grass and dry leaves behind her. Then to her horror, she noticed a middle-aged man in cheap rustic clothes about 100 meters from her. He looked like a vagabond. In her drunken confusion, she got up pulling up her salwar. She couldn't hold back the dribble of hot golden piss streamed out in a gushing torrent from her cunt, that flowed down her thighs, drenching her salwar and soaking her feet and sandals. As she teetered forward trying to keep her balance and trying tie the nada, she realized that the man was now just behind her. "aisey ladkhadaati hui kahan chali, chamiya. zaraa apni choot ke darshan tau krwa do.." the man said putting his hand on her shoulder from behind. She was afraid of what he might ultimately do to her. "Mujhe jaane do..dur raho mujhse" she screamed. "Saali.nakhra karti hai.nashey mein jyaada phudak rahi hai. abhi tera nashaa utarta hun.randi.kutiya". he hissed and held her close to her and kissed her on mouth. Reena was scared as well as excited. "Mujhe chhod de..." she started struggling and protesting, with great trepidation, but enjoyed every bit of it. "Chhod dun ya chod dun." he mocked her and pushed her against the nearby try and tightly embraced her. With one hand he furiously, squeezed her breasts. In his eagerness to open her kurta, he partly tore it and even ripped her bra to knead her now exposed tits. He leaned down and sucked and bit her erect nipples. "saali. kutiya. dekh rere nipple kaise sakhat ban gaye hain.mazaa aa raha hai, phir bhi jhootha nakhra dikhati hai." he said while he tore and ripped off her piss drenched salwar from her legs. Reena tried to think how terrified she was, how much she hated this dirty vagabond, but she felt herself becoming more and more excited. The man pulled down his own trousers and briefs to his ankles. Reena stared unabashedly his cock with her mouth agape. His prick was almost as thick as her wrists, over a foot long and it hung halfway down between his thighs. It was the biggest cocks she had ever seen. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat knowing that soon enough she probably would be forced to take that black shaft in her choot. Reena both wanted him and feared him, and the combination of the two made her absolutely sizzle and smolder with contradictory feelings. His hands were rough and weathered, his lips chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her breasts so hard that it hurt her, but Reena was growing so weak and dizzy with passion that she didn't care. His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them, and waves of heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and milked them fiercely from beneath, digging his fingers into the springy round globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and sucked them between his strong teeth. Reena put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance on her high heels, and shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, pushing her hot aching breasts into his face. She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds, bursting and burbling all over with lust, crying out softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and his rough, grasping fingers caused to her sensitive breasts and her flaming, teeth-tortured nipples. Then he forced her on her hands and knees. "Aaj tau teri gaand hi maroonga teri." he chuckled lewdly. His eyes seemed to glaze as he stared at the illicit crack. "Oh nahin! Meri gaand mein itna bada lavda nahin samaayega! Mar jaaongi main. gaand phat jaayegi. chaahe tau meri choot mein apna lavda daal ke chod le," she moaned when she felt the hard rubbery head of his penis pushing crudely against the defenseless opening of her rectum. She felt numb all over, and her brain refused to register what was happening. He continued to surge forward, straining with all his might. Stabs of shooting pain shot up Reena's spinal cord as he finally managed to insert the thickly pulsing head of his cock up inside the elastic-tightness of her futilely resisting rectum. For a moment, she thought she was split in two. She was completely stunned by the excruciating pain and her breath was coming in agonizing gasps. He didn't let her get used to his massive tool either. Immediately upon entering her anus he pushed hard forcing his hard black cock all the way in her ass. Reena screamed in pain. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Her asshole was still dry and unlubricated to take anything so large inside. "ruk jaao ... ruk jaao, please ... haai main mari ..." she rasped hoarsely, barely able to make her voice heard. But he was cruelly oblivious to her agony. After a moment or two of gathering his strength, he shoved forward again, forcing his huge, lust-distended cock into the tight, unyielding sheath of her rectum. Relentlessly, he surged on; searing the sensitive inner membrane unbearably, until at long last, he was embedded to the hilt in her sorely abused anal depths. He held it there triumphantly, watching the desperate squirming of Reena's lewdly skewered buttocks. He started fucking her ass right away, removing his cock almost all the way and ramming back in. And not just once or twice, but kept on going over and over as Reena screamed and screamed. She had always like it in the ass, but not this way. But now, she couldn't relax enough, her asshole was too dry, it hurt. She could feel every inch of his hard meat slide in and then out, then back in and back out. The pain rippled through her entire body starting at her asshole and traveling all the way up until it registered in her brain. He began a slow, laborious in and out rhythm, the tortured rectum finally yielding slightly and allowing him to plunge and withdraw with greater ease. Her anal muscles were relaxing, accommodating his huge cock, and the pain was being replaced with an unbelievably intense desire, a desire for all to go on and on. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back and forth, his hard, expanding cock going in and out of her like a powerful piston. "Uuuuugggghhh! haan! Mar meri gaand jor jor se!" Reena moaned as the man fucked his cock in and out of her burning rubbery passage with longer and harder thrusts. She was rolling her- buttocks in and undulating rhythm to match his driving cock, and the fluid from her cunt was pouring in such amounts as to run free down her inner thighs. She was like a wild animal as she worked her hips around, her anus trying to hungrily suck the juices from the man's sperm-heavy balls. The man was fucking in and out of her anus with ever-increasing tempo, his big cock seemingly becoming even bigger with his nearing climax. Reena was screwing back her buttocks and she was gibbering incoherent sounds, pleading with the man to pump her full of his cum. Her dark hair was hanging loosely about her head, swaying as she twisted her head back and forth in opposite time to the fucking of her rectum. Her large breasts danced beneath her chest like jelly as the man fucked her anus harder and harder strokes, and the force of his fucking seemed to carry through her body to the top of her head. The man's balls swayed as he rocked back and forth, fucking Reena's wide-stretched anus with his cock. When he fucked his cock deep inside Reena's hot rectum, his twin balls would swing forward up between her inner thighs to hit the mound of her open cunt. She continued screaming and jerking in her bent over position, begging the man to pump her rectum full of cum. The man did as she wished, all right. With a low groan, he held her hips tightly in his hands as his cock released the stored up sperm from his balls, and it began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside Reena's rectum. "Oooooh! Oooooohh! Meri gaaaaand. chodoooo!" she screamed, her face wildly contorted with passion. The man finally jerked his hips forward and with a deep-throated groan pumped his cum into her widely expanded anus. Their obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as his cum filled her rectum, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his giant cock. Each hot blast was spilled out by a loud cry of pleasure from Reena, and it seemed like the man was never going to run dry. His ass-cheeks flexed and unflexed in emphasis to his exploding cock deep within her hot rectum, and his head was thrown back as he strained for the exquisite pleasure of his orgasm. The man finished his orgasm, and as if in grand finale, he straightened up and pulled his still hardened cock from the depths of Reena's rectum. Reena was in a state of collapsed exhaustion. She turned around and saw how slimy his cock was from being in her ass so long. Reena opened her mouth to him. He put his cock on her tongue pushing some of the sticky shaft in her mouth. Reena opened her mouth wider to accommodate the huge black scummy cock. He pushed more making Reena tilt her head up as it hit the back of her throat. Then he forced it deeper making her swallow his big black cock. It entered her throat and he pushed it down, all the way down, forcing into her throat until all twelve inches of the slimy cock was lodged in her gullet. Then Reena wrapped her lips tight around the cock while he slowly extracted it. All of the slime covering that coated the shaft, the scum from deep within her ass, Reena cleaned off with her mouth and lips. Then in one gulp, she swallowed her own dirty asshole gunk down. The man put on his trousers quickly and left in haste. The whole session took only 15-20 minutes. It was night now and she was sitting there on the deserted dirt-path, nude except for her high heels, with her body glistening in the white moonlight. Oddly she felt neither shame nor guilt nor revulsion, now only complete satiation was flowing through her. Finally she managed to gather enough strength to stagger to her feet and nakedly began to gather the tatters of her clothing together... After she pulled the tattered remains of her kurta and salwar that stinked of her piss, around her naked body; she stumbled in her heels through the empty dirt-path. It wasn't until she got home that she cleaned up with a shower and laid down for a nap. Reena had enjoyed a day of exhausting nasty dirty sex. But now she was satisfied. Her sexual lust lay dormant, at least for now. Next morning, when Reena woke up, she remembered Vibha's invitation. She was very eager to be with Vibha. She called Vibha to tell her that she'll be at her place soon. "Tu jaldi sey AjA. Kal bhi school ki chhutti hai..is liye rAt ko bhi yahAn hi ruknA.bahuta mazA karengey.tujhey itni aish karAoongi ki tu bhi yAd karegi." Vibha told her. Reena wore a dark maroon silk saree with a matching, low-cut sleeveless blouse. She also wore five-inch red heels, which showed, off her sexy painted red-nailed feet. She took auto-rickshaw to reach Vibha's palatial house in the quiet neighborhood. By the time she got to Vibha's house, she could feel her cunt throbbing with desire for her. She rang the bell and Vibha opened the door. Vibha had put on a pink chiffon sari with a very sexy, a complete backless, sleeveless, very wide and plunging neckline, stringy, bikini style blouse. She had also put on very sexy, black, and five inch-stiletto-heeled sandals. Vibha threw a come hither look into her eyes as she opened the door; Reena smiled back flirtatiously, but teasingly. Vibha mixed two drinks and walked over to the corner of the living room where the big, comfortable sofa and a big screen high-definition TV were arranged. "Wow, kitna sundar ghar hai," Reena said as she followed Vibha to the sofa. Motioning for her to sit down on the big, velvet sofa, Vibha walked over to the video console and selected the tape. "KyA ri Vibha. yeh blue-film dekhne ke liye bulAyA thA kyA.phone par tau kitnA bol rahi thi." Vibha said annoyingly. "Saali tu bhi be-sabri hui jaa rahi hai...hamare paas do din hain aish karne ke liye. do din mein tujhe aisey-aisey anubhava karAoongi ki. teri life badal jaayegi." Vibha said as she put on the movie. " abhi yeh blue-film tau sirf thoda mood badalne ke liye hai. thodi bahut gapashapa kartey hain..daaru peetey hain." Vibha continued as she pulled out a bottle of "Blue Label Johnnie Walker Whisky" and a couple of lead crystal glasses. The screen of TV, which began in complete darkness, then became more light with a scene of three naked forms rolling and romping together until finally coming to a sudden halt, entwined within each other's limbs. There were two males and the one woman, both men anxiously feeling her body, perhaps competing to be the first one inside of her enticing cunt. The woman spread her legs and exposed her pulsing pussy, creating an opportunity, which neither of the men ignored, pushing their full, heavy cocks in that direction. "Blue-label scotch tau bahut expensive hoti hai.mainey aaj ke_pahale kabhi nahin pee" Reena exclaimed as she sipped her drink. "hA.N yaar.. PUrey 15000 rupees cost di hai. par bahut mast cheez hai yaar. blue-label ki pratyeka bottle ka apanA serial number hota hai kyo.Nki yeh bahut hi limited quantity mein available hoti hai. Blue label actually 19th century kay original blend kA authentic re-creation hai." Vibha told her. "Tau her peg atkeast 1500 rupees ka hua.but mast taste hai..mAn.Na padegA" Reena said as she gulped down her peg. "aur tu suna.kal ki chudaai key baad shAma kaisi gujri." Vibha asked her. "Kal ki tau pUchh hi nA.." and Vibha started narrating her sex with the vagabond that she had previous while returning home. Both, Vibha and Reena were drinking and smoking continuously and watching the film also as Reena went into details of her experience. The blonde in the film was on her back now, her body covered from the waist down by the man fucking her, his legs plastered against her own, his arms stretched out on each side of her body, his mouth open in pure ecstasy. The other man was on his knees and managed to point his cock directly down at her, positioning the stem so that eating it was as simple as a tilt of the head, an opening of the mouth, and a good suck emanating from within. Vibha and Reena, both were high on drinks and feeling horny too. Vibha leaned back on sofa and propped her feet on the coffee table. Reena who was watching the sexual activity on TV, looked at Vibha's beautiful feet in black high-heeled sandals. "Yaar terey gorey paira ye sandal mein bahut sexy lagtey hain.tu bhi meri tarah sexy high heels pahananA pasand karti hai.." Reena said exhaling a long drag of smoke. "High heels vaale sandals tau mei jaan hain.mere paas kama~se~kama 150 pairs sandal hain. her rang kay aur design kay. " Vibha said. "High heels pahni hui aurat ki visheSha hi baat hoti hai. Heels pahanane se chAla mein hirni jaisa grace aur charm aa~jAtA hai.her kadama kitna nAzuka aur komala lagta hai." Vibha continued as Reena also put her feet on table showing her own feet in five-inch red heels. "Sabsey badA phAyada tau yeh hai ki har dekhney vale aadmi kA lund salaami deney ke liye khadA ho jAtA hai." Vibha leaned further and pulled Reena's feet in her laps. Then, lowering her head slightly and opening her mouth, Vibha let her tongue trace lightly across the leather of sandals. "Sandals ka exotic flavor mujhe pAgal banA detA hai" Vibha whispered as her tongue danced and slid over the shiny red straps and heels of Reena's sandals. Watching closely, Reena purred with delight and said: "Mmmmmm. Very nice!" Reena's tongue began to cruise in earnest across the contours of Reena's sandals, and sucked her heels like a penis. Her tongue darted between her exposed toes, tasting the tanginess of Reena's perspiration, cleaning her thoroughly. None of them was now interested in the scenes that appeared on the TV screen. Reena put her arms around Vibha and kissed her passionately on mouth. Their tongues explored every inch of each other's mouth. They briefly broke apart and helped remove each other's sarees and again embraced each other passionately, their hand roaming over the other's back and all. Then, they separated and fondled each other's tits over the thin material of the blouses, during which they helped each other remove the blouses and bras. Vibha swooped down onto Reena's nipples and practically swallowed her tits. Reena also reached down and caressed Vibha's tits. In between they repeatedly kissed and after a while Vibha lowered her head and began softly licking and sucking Reena's sensitive nipples. Vibha pulled with her soft wet lips on Reena's thick rosy nipples until they burned delightfully and grew tall and spiky. Then she scissored them with her fingers, and rolled and plucked and pinched them lovingly, and sucked them again, more sharply this time, driving Reena absolutely crazy with sweet pleasure. Both of them now were gasping, writhing, driven by urgent desires, and Reena slipped her arms around Vibha's bare back and pulled the panting woman against her, feeling their firm naked breasts mash and squirm together, her own tight nipples still wet with Vibha's warm spittle. She burrowed her searching tongue into Vibha's ear, and stroked the smooth silky flesh of her back, kissed and gently bit her long creamy neck, humming low senseless husky sounds, murmuring into Vibha's hair. "uummmmm.. chod mujhe.kitnA mazA. uuuunnnhhh." Vibha, almost breathless with lust, slid down Reena's trembling body and pulled the "Dori" (chord) of her petticoat and peeled Reena's petticoat down Reena's long milky legs in one rapid movement. She was not wearing panties as usual. Now Reena was completely naked except for her sandals, and shivering with anticipation. Trying to control the shaking of her body, she watched Vibha slip out of her petticoat and skim her lace panties down her fair thighs. Then she took Reena back into her arms, both of them moaning with deep emotion now as their smooth supple bodies coiled together. Reena ran her hands down Vibha's long lovely back to her buttocks, and squeezed them, and ran her finger up and down the warm crack between them. Reena gazed into Vibha's flushed, passionate face, digging her fingers into the springy round flesh of her quivering ass, Hot tight tremors seized her body as she tried to relax, to yield herself to the pleasure of Vibha's mouth and hands, which were exploring every inch of her naked flesh, and descending, kissing her ribs and her flat silken stomach. "Ohhnnnn ... ohhnnnn !" she moaned. She wanted to have Vibha at the same moment that Vibha had her, and yet the feel of Vibha's firm, insistent hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart, and Vibha's mouth on her panting belly, on her twisting hips, was almost too lovely to bear, and too good to stop. Her pussy was dripping with juice, burbling with fire. She wanted to eat Vibha's cunt just as much as Vibha wanted to eat hers, but before she could squirm around into a good position for it-- her whole body convulsed with joy as she felt Vibha's mouth passionately kissing her wet crack! "Unnnnhhh ... ohhhnnnnohhhhnnn ohhh! ahhhhhhh!" she cried out, her hips jumping and gyrating helplessly as sensations of honey fire unlike shot through her flowing, hungry pussy. Feverishly her fingers grasped and stroked Vibha's body, her waist, her long silky back, her smooth high ass, but when Vibha's tongue slithered into the depths of her aching cunt she nearly gagged with joy, and dropped her hands, and yielded her body completely to the woman. She wanted to fuck Vibha too, but for the moment there was nothing she could do about it. Her own body shuddered and rippled with flame, she was delirious with desire. Vibha's tongue searched and probed the wet meat of her burning slit. She felt it rasp against the taut, shrieking bundle of nerves in her dilated clit, and made crazy cawing sounds in her throat, writhing and moaning, rotating her quivering pelvis instinctively, thrusting her soupy cunt up into the invading mouth of her friend. Weak and trembling with hot delight, Reena whimpered and moaned and surrendered totally. "chod mujhe..khA jA meri choot., I don't care, jo chAhey kar merey sAth, jaaneman, Vibha meri jaan, kuchha bhi jo tU chAhey! It's so fucking good!" She heard the quick lip-smacking sounds Vibha's mouth made as Vibha thirstily gobbled her seething, juicing pit, heard Vibha's low humming moans and grunts, felt the woman's fingernails biting into the flesh of her thighs and buttocks, and it all whipped her lust into a more fiery whirl. Her fingers found Vibha's bobbing head, and feathered her hair spastically, and grasped through to her scalp. She pulled Vibha's mouth into her juicy cunt, clamped Vibha's head in her bucking thighs and squeezed it, trying to bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that ripped through her quaking body. They were like one writhing, flipping, striving, whooping body, with Vibha's tongue stabbing her clasping wet furrow, and Reena rolling helplessly on her back, groaning the sweet torment of her fuck- joy at the ceiling. Reena knew she would come, any second now she would come, but she didn't want to, she wanted it to go on forever. " Ohhhh, make it last, chalney dey. aur der tak chalney dey! Ohhhnnnn meri rAni ... Vibha ... Vib oh Vibha unh! unhhhh! Ahhhhhgggg! Oh! hA.N maen Aney vAli hUn,... ohhhhh maen chutney vAli hun--". Vibha had wanted to go on forever too, but when she sensed Reena was close she went for the hard burning berry of Reena's clit, and nearly swallowed it. Reena exploded. She screamed and knew she was dying. "UNNNEEEEE! OHHHH! AIIEEEEE!" she screeched, her body roasted and pulverized by hot clenching spasms. Her climax ripped her apart, tore at every tender raw nerve, and she lay burning and shuddering and sobbing uncontrollably as it wrenched her with shock after shock. Vibha then pulled Reena's face into her own long red wet gash of cunt, whose head filled with the thick musky odors of Vibha's overflowing cunt juice. Surprised that the power of her still-throbbing orgasm had done nothing to diminish her desire, Reena felt the hot blood beating behind her eyes, in her eardrums, and stared with fascination at the lovely glistening red wound that blossomed in readiness for her kiss. Reena licked the puffy slick cunt lips on each side of the gaping red hole in the center, and Vibha's hips suddenly flipped into quick bucking motions, her ass wriggling, her thigh muscles flexing as she groaned and whinnied, digging her frenzied fingers into the rumpled sheet. "Aauunngghh ... uunngg!" she grunted. "teza. Do it fast. Hard! Zor se..teza kar! Oh hA.NNNNN, aisey hi, agggghh!" Vibha's splayed pussy was shiny with juice, her cunt lips swollen and engorged with hot blood. Her hips rose and flipped and bounced so spasmodically that Reena could hardly get her mouth on the lovely creaming slit. Still, she pressed her face into it and jabbed her tongue deep into the tangy clasping channel, poking and piercing and tongue-fucking the woman for all she was worth, slurping and gobbling the juicy feast of Vibha's sizzling pussy. She dug and rooted in Vibha's slimy, delicious trench with her tongue, bringing gargled yelps of joy from Vibha's passion-clotted throat. The mewling and whimpering sounds Vibha made, and the helpless rolling and writhing of her lovely body, jacked up Reena's giddy lust to higher and higher levels. Moaning and humming with crazy seething hunger, she devoured Vibha's shimmering red gash, licking the delectable mushy wet folds from top to bottom, sucking the swollen vulva between her lips, lip- mauling Vibha's clenching, juice-streaming pit, and tongue-jabbing the woman to death, sucking the pulsating wet string of the girl's distended clitoris till Vibha screamed and thrashed wildly, her hips bucking and surging, her body tensing and flexing and flashing toward her orgasm. "Unnnn ... nnuuunnnnn," Vibha groaned, demented with frenzied need. Reena sucked and tongue-raped the woman's flooding tasty pussy, thirstily swallowing the buttery juices, reeling as she inhaled the thick odors, but it was all she could do to hold the flipping, squirming girl down. Though small, Vibha was strong, and her hips quivered and bucked off the sofa, flinging her cunt up into Reena's rapacious mouth. Reena grasped at Vibha's flexing thighs, at the gyrating bones of her flipping, jerking pelvis, trying to hold her steady. She dug her fingers into Vibha's round clenching buttocks, and Vibha whooped with joy. "Hai rabbA. hA.NNNNN !" she hissed through her teeth. "nicho.D Dal mujhe, meri gAnd dabA, merey mumme nicho.D! Aauunnnnnnn!" Her strong thighs clamped Reena's head tightly in her wet crotch. She wheezed and pumped, ground her pussy into Reena's mouth, and Reena slid her hands up to the girl's rolling hard- nippled breasts and caught them and squeezed them, hanging on as if she were only there for the ride, her lips tightly fastened around the slick swollen nub of Vibha's clit, as Vibha began to come in great rolling waves of spasming honey shocks. "Ohh! Ohh!" Vibha half- screamed. Her body was a fury of wrenching, undulating tremors. "YAIIIEEEEE! UNH! YAIIIEEEEE!" she screamed, coming and coming with terrifying, murderous intensity. Vibha moaned and writhed and came forever, it seemed, but Reena hung on to her, burying her tongue in the hot creaming depths of her friend's come-shattered pussy, milking delightful hot throbs out of Vibha's swollen aching breasts with her hands. When the shocks subsided, Vibha was still gasping, her lovely face torn with the beautiful agony of her climax.

Hum log shuru se kaafi close the..sirf teen saal ka difference tha and were quite free with each other and were very good friends. Our rooms were adjoining and there was a common door between the rooms which was mostly open except when you were changing then you would of course shut the door but not lock it from inside. We went to same school. I saw you maturing between 12 and 14.and looking more grownupish around the hips and tits. I noticed the gradual evolution of yr tits and was really fascinated by their steady growth until they reached 32 around when you were 16 years. Our rooms had a common bathroom which had two doors that opened to our respective rooms. The user of the bathroom would close the door opening to the other room from inside. When u were around 15, I deliberately started going to the loo without closing yr side of door from inside.with the result that you would often enter and find me in my undies or taking a leak..you got a view from sideways. At those times tu sorry bol ke chali jaati thi aur baad mein ye kahti thi bhaiyya tume ekdam besharam ho.kam se kam darwaaza to band kar diya karo. But I was getting very naughty and horny by your close presence. At nights you would be quite freely dressed - sometimes in shorts and sleeveless t shirts without bra and I would get a good glimpse of the outline of yr chuchis and the nipples. We were quite free with each other in the physical sense and while talking would sit close. I also helped you in my studies and while doing those math sums for you with you leaning over the chair (while I am seated) your smell would make me horny. We also had our share of pillow fights and friendly fights and now I was getting really turned on by these things. Plus I was 18 now and at an age where I was starting to look for some sort of sexual experience. I was seeing a lot of blue films at my friends place and had a good collection of sex books etc but all hidden under the bed. Then one night we both went for a movie which was a horror one. You were scared and throughout the movie sat very close to me holding my arm tightly. I could feel yr chuchi against my elbow and it felt very soft and all through mera lund khada aur geela tha. Ghar aate hi mujhe bathroom ja ke apne haath se apna saara ras nikalna pada. Us raat suddenly I woke up with a noise to see you come into my room - you were wearing shorts and a loose night shirt on top without any bra - and staright to my bed holding my hand and said bhaiyya dar lag raha hai..I at once moved aside and you lied down next to me. U were so scared that you didn't think twice before clinging on to me with yr arm tight across my back. Ooooh I loved it . imagine the situation. We both had our hands on each others back. I was only in shorts , nothing over it, yr face nestling just below my neck, yr chuchis pressing against my chest, and our legs touching each other, I had a massive hard on. I didn't know what to do. But both of us were liking this embrace and we slept like that. We kept waking up every now and then as the position was not very comfortable but we kept clinging to each other and pressing our bodies into each other. That was a very different kind of physical experience we had as compared to other forms of touch we had been having earlier and this had electrified both of us, so to say Phir tera mere kamre mein aa ke sona ek roz ka silisila ban gaya. Tu der raat mere kamre mein aake so jaati - mujhse chipak ke aur phir subah uth ke jaldi chali jaati closing the common door behind you jisse parents ko pata nahin chale. Once you had gone I used to take out my dripping wet tool and jack off thinking of fucking you. I never knew what you did when you reached to your room (that's your side of the story maybe you can share that with me now). Whole day in college I could only think of yr hot body, your sweaty face on my neck and chest, yr smell (mmmmmmmmmmmm) and yr hard nipples and yr lovely silky smooth legs. At times my hard lund would ache so badly that I had to go the loo in college and yank off thinking about you. At home, when you used to go out for tution in the evening, I used to take out yr bra and would masturbate putting the cup over my face trying to get yr smell. At nights, we used to hug each other tight...for the first few days nothing much happened except that we were both aware that something electrifying was happening to both our bodies. I knew you could feel my erect cock through my shorts just as I could feel yr hard nipples pressing into my chest and we both were also aware of each other's heavy breathing. I could feel the sweat of yr forehead on my neck just as you could feel the heat going up in my body. After 3-4 nights this way I became more bold and this time when you came into my arms I started caressing yr back over yr t shirt slowly at first then putting more pressure. At first you did not react but suddenly you also started rubbing yr hand on my bare back. I couldn't control myself any more and now knew that time had come to become more bold. I then put my hand under yr shirt and touched yr bare back.which was slightly wet with sweat. You shivered.. Bhaiyya..u said..i could feel the goosebumps... Ha sonali bahen, kya. Kuch kuch ho raha hai bhaiyya...raha nahin jaata... Chup raho ...kuch mat bolo...... With that we started rubbing our hands on each other's bare backs with more passion. You moved yr face up and our cheeks touched each other. I brought my hand from yr back ( but still under the shirt) and cupped yr tit. Ahhhhhhhh..u said. Moving slightly away from my body to allow me to fully cup yr swollen tits.which I did and started squeezing. Before we knew it, our lips had met and our tongues were exploring each other's mouths like mad...soon you moved away a bit and lay down face up and I got up and caught the end of yr t shirt so that I could take it off. U sat up and lifted both yr arms so that I could remove it easily and now both our topless bodies were rolling on top of each other.. I started sucking yr tits. And soon I had pulled down yr short and panties with my tongue rolling all the way from yr toes to your choot - licking all the wetness from yr choot only to find that more juices kept coming. Yr hands were also on my cock and it was our first time for both of us and we were exploring each other's bodies for the first time. Soon after a lot of rolling on top of each other you settled down into a position with yr legs hanging down from the edge of the bed and with me kneeling down between them and licking yr wet hairy choot like there was nothing else in this world U were in ecstasy my little sister,while my tongue probed the clit and yr choot u then caught both my hands and put them on yr tits while you held head by my hair and pushed it into yr choot and at the same time pushed yr hips. I really squeezed yr tits very hard. (next morning you were to show me the red marks all over yr small firm 32 size chuchis) soon you were moaning and had yr orgasm..I got up with my lower part wet and your juices dripping from my chin down on to my neck. You got into a position with yr legs spread wide apart and soon I was pushing my lund into yr choot. Bhaiyya dheere se..Jald hi lund ka supara teri choot mein tha aur dheere dheere mera pura lund teri kasi hui choot mein ghus gaya aur main andar bahar karte hue dhakke lagane laga. Tujhe toda dard ho raha that par khub mazaa aa raha tha. Mere lund mein jaise to aag lagi hui this aur lohe ki tarah solid tha. Main dhakke laga raha tha aur tu mujhse jor ke chipki hui thi aur apne chootar uchaal uchaal ke chudwa rahi thi. Kuch hi der baad main jharne laga (aur jaisa ki maine blue films mein dekha tha) aur apna lund bahar nikaal ke main apna saara ka saara ras teri chuchiyon pe gira diya Donoek doosre ka haath pakde hue thake hue waise hi kuch der pade rahe aur phir tu ne tissue as apni chuchiyan saaf ki aur kapde pahen ke hum phir se so gaye. Subah pahle ki tarah tu uth ke chali gayi...par mujhse raha nahin gaya.aur main tere kamre mein aa gaya aur phir se teri ache se chudaai kari. Once we had to go to a relative's place for some ceremony to a nearby suburb village. It gets late and rains heavily and taxis and autos stop and we have to rely on the bus to get back. we reach the bus stop.which is a covered enclosure only to find that the bus to the city has just left 2 minutes ago and the next will come after one hour. It is raining extremely thick and due to night and the absence of street lights, the visibility is very poor. You are wearing a black chiffon saree and a low cut cream blouse. You are drenched and the chiffon saree is sticking to your figure. The blouse is of thin cloth and I can see the hard nipples through the blouse and bra. We start talking and I cant help looking at the cleavage through the wet saree. U see me but dont object. Yr saree falls,...but you let it be...giving me a good glimpse. Kya dekh rahe ho bhaiyya? Wohi jo tum saali dikha rahi ho? Ab kuch mat bolna mera lund hilne laga hai hai tera jalwa dekh kar....with that I put my hands on yr blouse and cup yr tits. You move towards me and our lips meet passionately. I unhook your blouse and bra and start sucking yr tits...harder and harder... Haan bhaiyya..haan neeche please neeche, meri chut mein jalan ho rahi hai..please bhaiyya aap chaato na saree upar kar ke.. I then kneel down in front of you and you lift yr saree in anticipation. I remove yr panties and put it in my pocket. And spreading yr legs.I start licking yr wet cunt. Waise hi tu khade khade hi chatwaane lagti hai..U push yr hips into my mouth and start pulling my hair saying..chato,,,,meri chut ache se chato. Chut chaatte hue main teri 36 size mast chuchiyaan bhi masal raha hun...tujhe bahut mazaa aa raha hai aur tu gandi gandi baatein kar rahi hai aur mujhe baar baar bahenchod bol rahi hai. Haan mere bahen chod bhaiyya, chaato chut apni is bahen ki,,,,bahut mazaa aa raha hai, phir iske baad apna mota lund daal ke chodna apni bahen ko...jab tum chaat ke meri geeli geeli chut mein lund daal ke chodte ho to khub mazaa aata hai.aur chaato..aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bhaiyya.and u come... I get up and push you towards the railing.and make you bend over the railing. Chal jhuk ke khadi ho ja.peeche se teri chut marunga. Jo agya bhaiyya.aapki hi chut hai. I lift yr saree over yr waist.revealing yr milky white bums. I kneel down behind u and start licking yr bums.rubbing my hands over yr legs from down to bottom over and over. I then get up and apna pant khol kar main apna mast khada lund nikaal kar teri chut mein ghusa deta hun. Tu bolti hai, haan bhaiyaa, meri chut maro, kas ke maro.aaahhhhhh bhai se chudaai karwane mein bahut mazaa aa raha hai. Le saali , le apne bhai ka lund.le tujhe main kutiya ki tarah chod raha hun..... Chodte hue main teri chuchiyan bhi masal raha hun.tu jhuki hui hai railing pakad ke kutiya ki tarah aur main tujhe kutte ki tarah teri chut peeche se maar raha hun. 15 minute ki solid chudaai ke baad main apna lund bahar nikaal kar tere bums par apna ras nikaal deta hun. Tujhe bhi ek saath masti aati hai. Par bhai ke lund se chudwa ke tera pet nahin bhara abhi. Tujhe aur chudaai chahiye. Tu bilkul nashe mein hai is samay. Tu ek ek kar ke.apni sari, petticoat, blouse, bra aur panty sab utar deti hai..aur bilkul nangi ho jaati hai. Ye kya ho gaya hai tujhe? Chodo mere chai please pura ache se chodo.abhi pyaas nahin bhuji..Phir tu mere saamne jhuk kar mera lund chusne lagti hai..jaldi hi tere munh ki garmahat se mera lund khada o jaata hai. tu khade ho kar apne lambe baal khol daalti hai aur baal jhatakte hue Tu phir se railing ke upar jhuk ke khadi ho jaati hai.aur kahti hai.bhaiyya mujhe chodo is baar meri gaand bhar do.. Main teri chut mein ungli daal ke teri chut ka ras tere gaand pe laga ke lubricate kar deta hun. Aur apna geela geela lund teri gaand ke ched pe rakh ke dhakka lagata hun. Tere mun se jor ki awaaz nikalti hai - ah bhaiyya.kitne nirdayi ho ek hi jhatke mein ghusa diya, bhabhi ki gaand samajhi hai, main to bahut choti hun.. Par main kuch bhi sunne ke mood mein nahin tha. Main phir se tujhe peeche se chodat hun..aur abki baar main teri gaand ke andar hi jar jaata hun. Aur main tujhe panty nahin deta hun.tu bus mein aisi hi baithegi bina panty ke.. Hum dono apne apne kapde pahan kar ready ho jaate hai. 15 minute baad dheere dheere pani bhi band ho jaata hai aur uske aur 5 mnute baad bus aa jaati hai. kisiko pata bhi nahain chalta ki bus stop pe tune apni chut apne hi bhai se marwai hai. who bhi do baar. The best fuck I had of you, my little sister, was at yr std 12 farewell function. (it was almost one year since I started fucking you) I was in 3rd year final and had escorted you to the function. You had worn a saree as you wanted to look grown up. As always u were looking gorgeous and on the way I had a hard on. You noticed it and teased me about it, occasionally fondling it over the trousers while I was driving.. I was dying to fuck u and you wanted it as well. Well. I sat at the function watching all the dance and music performances - then came one of your item and watching the dance number I went crazy. I decided that I had to fuck u now. I started slipping away slowly towards the end of the enclosure and rushed to the back stage from where I nodded to you discreetly to follow me. I went right to one end of the school compound where there was a shed with no light and stood there. When you came to me I grabbed yr wrists and pulled you inside the shed. Yahan kyon bulaya, arre, choro na, Kya kar rahe ho? You said. Anita baby, raha nahin jaata, tu itni sexy lag rahi hai saali, chal jaldi se ho jaye....I said Nahin baba, abhi 30 minute mein mera aur ek performance hai.and besides we cant fuck here..mere kapde aur make up kharab ho jayega.. But I was adamanat. Dekho argue karke waqt mat barbaad karo, mujhe tujhe chodna hai...abhi isi waqt.....jaldi, please chod lene do na... Nahin bhaiyya, baat samjho...please ghar chal ke raat ko jitni marzi, tum mujhe chod lena par abhi nahin..koi idhar aa gaya to ? But I was determined..nahin please..and grabbing you I pulled you close to me and put yr hand on my lund over the trousers. Baap re.ye to lohe jaisa khada hai..acha lao main jaldi se haath se kar deti hun..tumhen abhi shaanti mil jayegi.phir ghar chal ke raat ko sabke sone ke baad, tum mere kamre mein aakar ji bhar ke chod lena, u said. Nahin abhi chodna hai...dekho who table hai wahan pe. Ek kaam karo..you bend over the table.main saree upar karke tujhe peeche se chodunga - tumhare kapde bhi kharab nahin honge is tarah. Please rahul bhaiyya.maan jao na. Please anita baby, maan jao na. Acha theek hai... With that I put both my hands on yr tits...and started squeezing them hard. Dheere dheere.saree na hilne paye..mujhe theek se pahanne bhi nahin aati. We could not kiss as teri lipstick kharab ho jaati.isliye I held you close and said ..jeebh nikaal apni.. Kyon? Nikaal na...you take out yr tongue and I take it in my mouth and suck on it carefully, not spoiling yr lipstick..at once you start salivating and put yr hand on my cock and unzip me..while I continue squeezing yr boobs.our wet and burning tongues meet... bas rahul bhaiyya bas..ab jaldi se chod do mujhe please.meri chut se ganga bah rahi hai. with that you go up to the table ... aree ruko abhi.pahle main apni pyaari bahen ki chut to chaat lun. and I ask you to lift yr saree up to yr waist..and kneeling down grab yr panty with my teeth and pull it down all the way and remove it.as I am pulling it down with my teeth, I get a whiff of yr lovely and heavenly cunt smell.. Main teri geeli chut chaatene lagta hun.and you are shaking and whimpering all the time.. Bas bhaiyya bas.please ab raha nahi jaata.jaldi se chod do...and with that you bend over the table with yr bums towards me.and I push my wet hard dick against yr chut from behind and dhakka lagata hun... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh you say in ecstasy on receiving my lund. Chodo bhaiyya chodo mujhe.apni is bahen ko chodo..jor jor se.as I increase my movements... Haan anita behna le mera ras se bhara lund ..increasing my thrusts.. All of a sudden you get an orgasm and get real horny and say.gaand maro bhaiyya.meri gaand maro..na please.. I take out my wet lund and apply the wetness from yr chut on yr gaand and insert my wet tip inside..goes in tight and hurts a bit..but like always, you love this gaand chudaai. Bhar do meri gaand aaj apne lund se bhaiyya..bhar do.. And unable to control myself I come in yr gaand after a few strokes.at which time u also start coming.. You quickly adjust yr clothes.and ask for yr panty but I refuse. Nahin dunga.ja tu aise hi naach bina panty ke .. You run away as yr time is getting over. I come back and sit in the dark hall at the back and after 5 minutes you enter the stage and do another dance performance. You are glowing and do a great dance Only I know that you are naked under yr saree and that you have just been fucked 5 minutes back.... Late that night , after all are asleep.I come to yr room and return yr panty,,,,,and we fuck again... In school you were two years junior to me and I used to teach you maths. Being an average student in maths you required a lot of assistance from me. Once in your half yearly exam for 12th standard I coach u well but you do badly in maths yet again. After your results are declared, u come to me with the news that u have failed. There is no one at home. Bhaiyya, u enter. Kya hua? I need not have asked, i can make out from your face that you have failed. I got only 32% you say. I get very angry. See this is not acceptable. I put in so much hard work but nothing came out of it. I know bhaiyya, but nahin hota. I think you are not taking this whole thing seriously. I am afraid that I will have to punish you to teach you a lesson. Sorry bhiayya, agli baar nahin hoga, please is baar maaf kar do. I will study real hard and ache number laoongi. Nothing doing I say U are wearing a miniskirt and low cut full sleeves t shirt. I pick up a wooden ruler and ask u to bend over the table. Chalo jhuko table ke upar. Please bhaiyya nahin, bahut lagega. CHALO, BEND OVER NOW..!!!! Seeing my anger, you bend over. I have a strong hard on watching your round bums through the denim skirt. I can make out the panty outline. I hit you with the ruler on your bum but because of the denim skirt - u hardly feel anything. Aise to tujhe kuch pata hi nahin chalega. Bhiayya please chor do na. Lagega. So I lift your denim skirt up to your waist - u do not protest. I can see your black lace panties - see through of course. I pull down your panties as well. I hit you three times in succession with the ruler - not very hard. Hurts slight - but u dont protest. I hit u three more times but harder this time. U turn around and start rubbing your bums. Aahhhhhhhhhh, bhaiyya please itni jor se nahin. Main padhoongi, please chor do. Bahut lag rahi hai chutar mein..jalan mach rahi hai. I ask u to bend over. U do but say that your bums are stinging. I hit three more. U ask me to stop - and say that next time u will do well in exams. I stop. Your bums are really stinging and I notice that they are red. My temper now cools down a bit and I am horny also. La, main teri chutar ragad doon. You again bend over the table and I pull down your panties down to your knees and start rubbing your round well shaped bums. They are red after the caning. I bring some cold cream and apply which makes u feel better. My cock is glistening wet by now. U are also loving my touch on your bums. I can sense your tits growing with excitement and I come close to you our bodies touching each other now. I gently cup your breast with one hand while continuing to massage your bums with other. I increase pressure on your tits and move my hand over your soft pussy. U spread your legs and moan in delight. I start rubbing your choot. my fingers are wet from your slippery and wet cunt. I push you right down on the table and open my pants. Taking my erect cock in my hands I guide the glistening wet pink tip in your cunt - goes in tight - u scream but I ram it in anyway. I start fucking you real hard cupping both your tits at the same time squeezing the hell out of them. I pull off your t shirt over your head and then your bra as well. U are topless now. I keep fucking real hard and the table is shaking. But I carry on ruthlessly and just as I am about to come I take out my cock and come on your bums. I rub the lund ka ras all over your stinging bums. Aah bhaiyya, ab bahut relief mil raha hai. I then turn you over and after sucking your nipples hard, I make u lie on the table with your legs hanging down. I then kneel down between your legs and lick your cunt while squeezing your tits at the same time. After 10 minutes you come madly and all your cunt juice is all over my face. Our incest continued and soon you were out of college and doing MBA. I took a job as a part time trainee and soon made friendship with a colleague of mine. He was ramesh, 6 ft tall, handsome and single. Once when you came to meet me for some reason in the office, you saw him (he did not see you) and were impressed. Later that night and afterwards as well you would often fantasise that its him who is fucking you and not me. Several times while I licked yr dripping wet cunt, you fantasized that you were being being fucked by several guys at the same time..filling all yr holes and cumming all over yr body. The gang bang thing made yu real horny and I know how much u wanted it. One day, ramesh and I and 2 other office colleagues (who had come from different city) had to travel to a resort just outside the city and had to stay over at the resort over night. At around 7 PM, ramesh (who was new to the city) said that if we could get a call girl it would be lovely. I said well, I am not intrested in call girls and don't know how to get you one now, when an idea hit me. Why not get you over here..none of these guys know who you are. I decided that this was the best opportunity. The guys asked me, as the local fellow, to arrange one call girl. Theek hai, main ek ko bula sakta hun. I went aside and called you.. sonali, suno. Kya bhaiyya, kahan chale gaye - aaj raat ko kaun chodega mujhe ? takiye se kaam chalana padega. Sun, ek idea hai. Who ramesh, jiske liye tu tadap rahi thi, use chodne ke liye ek randi chahiye, aur bhi do log saath mein hain. Haan to.? Tu idhar aa ja..randi ban ke.. kya kah rahe ho.?ab randi bhi banaoge? Kyon nahin.tune to mujhe bahenchod bana diya...ab tu randi ban.saali kothewali.aur waise bhi.. acha idea hai...who tujhe jaante nahin hai..is tararh tu bhi chudwa legi..aa ja..30 minute ka drive hai.aa ja.ache se saj ke aana...low cut blouse pahen ke aur black saree.jyaada makeup.just like a randi.mazaa ayega tujhe...teri gang se chudwane wali fantasy puri ho jayegi.isse acha mauka phir kabhi nahin milega. Ekdam randi ki tarah dress kar ke aana,,,,khub saara makeup, saree pahan ke, low cut blouse, saree navel se neeche.etc etc. kothewali dikhna chahiye. U hesitated for a second only. You didn't want to stay alone and so you came in half an hour. Ramesh and my two other colleagues, suresh and rohit were pleased to see you..yaar kamaal ki randi bulayi hai..ye to top class randi hai..saali ke chuchi dekh..first class hai. Haan ye randi bahut mahngi hai.I said, winking at you.. Sonn we were having dinner.and ramesh started talking to u...kya naam hai? sonali, u said. Wah, tu to sonali bendre se bhi khubsurat aur jyaada sexy ho.waise kitna logi.raat bhar ka.rohit asked..there are five of us and we want to have great fun tonight. 10,000 you say. baap re, ye to bahut jyaada hai.. satisfaction guaranteed, you say.and anyway sahaab log, main koi aisi waisi randi nahin.mera bhi class hai. Suresh asked :- acha tune apne jhaant saaf to nahin kiye hai na..? Mujhe ghane kaale jhaant waali chut maarne mein bahut mazaa aata hai.. Nahi, u say.. chusne mein aur gaand marwane mein to koi problem nahin hai.ramesh asked boldly bilkul nahin, main gaand marwan waali randi hun.you said. I told ramesh that say yes, we will split the cost anyway. They agreed Soon we all went into our room..We had taken a suite and there was a dining table as well. We took our seats on the sofa which was opposite the dining table.. we cleared the dining table to make it like a stage. Ramesh went into the bathroom and brought a bucket. Chal upar char ja table pe, he said. U did so and while climbing, yr saree upar uthi aur tere legs knee tak visible the.. Wow, kya legs hai..yaar kya randi layi hai tune.aaj to isko chodne mein mazaa aa jayega.suresh said. Ramesh then asked - chal ab dheere dheere saree upar kar>utha ke apni panty utar ke chut dikha Par maine panty pahni hi nahin u said. Arre saheb, randi hun.panty pahen ke kya fayda. Aapko maloom kitna customer jaldi mein hota hai...bas saree upar ki, taange faila di,,,,,,lund pe thook lagaya aur ghuser diya meri chut mein aur 5 minute mein jhar ke ras se chut bhar di. Panty utarne aur pahanne mein bahut jhamela hai. I smiled..u were playing the part well. Acha theek hai, chal saree upar kar ke apni chut dikha.. So here you are. Standing on the dining table, with us sitting on the sofa some 6 ft away and watching the show. U lift up yr saree right up and show yr choot.hairy.. wow.suresh said.kya jhaant hain. Spread yr legs wider and spread yr lips aur ache se choot dikha apni. I said. Lo saheb dekho meri choot..and you thrust y rhips in front, bend forward yr knee a bit .and we get a good glimpse. Ok..ramesh then placed the bucket under yr legs.. Chal ab bucket pe peshaab kar...saree upar kiye hue hips tak.. And u start peeing.lo saheb, meri peshaab dekho.kaise nikal rahi hai meri chut se.. most of it falls in the bucket and some of it trickles down yr thighs all the way to yr ankles.. Lovely sight this. I had never seen u pissing and it was a real horny thing. Mere lund se aur paani nikla. Ramesh removes the bucket.and then asks you to lie down with yr legs hanging down the table.. He then kneels down between yr legs and and starts licking the piss from the ankles to yr chut on one of the legs.cleaning it. Rohit also joined in and cleans yr other leg..with suresh also trying to lick a few drops of piss from yr hairy jhaant When both of yr legs have been licked clean, ramesh asks you to get up on the table again.and we take our positions on the sofa..(to be continued) U were on the table again. Chalo ab dheere dheere saree utaro.swaying yr body slowly..and sexily .ramesh said..taking the lead... Very slowly u lowered the pallu and removed the saree all the time looking at our eyes - giving a real dirty look..yr cleavge was mind boggling. Ramesh then put on some dance music and asked you to do a real "randi wala " dance number. In just pcoat and blouse... U started dancing, giving jahtkas of chuchis and matkas of hips - real vulgar dance. Then ramesh indiacated you to remove the blouse and bra and u removed them slowly.and threw them at our faces.. Now u were topless.only in pcoat..and the dance continued...with yr chuchis driving us all crzy.. Ab let jao.rohit spoke up this time "on the edge of the table with legs hanging down" Haan saheb..jo aap bolo. ramesh looked at me and asked if i wanted to have a go first...but i told him to go ahead. Chal ab pcoat upar utha...... Lo saheb.....dekh lo chut meri...raat bhar ke liye aapki hai....and with that you lifted up yr petticoat right up.....and legs hanging down and wide spread.....one by one we took a real good glimpse of yr cunt. Suresh then lied down on the floor and said - chal ab let ja mere upar..aur mere lund pe baith ja.. You took his wet cock in yr hand.and putting it to yr cunt lip sat down on him .devouring him completely. Bend over.this was ramesh...and u bent over and started kissing suresh while u fucked him with up and down motions.. At the same time.ramesh applied some glycerine on yr gaand.and getting right behind you shoved his big fat rod slowly in yr gaand... I loved the sight..the sight of a lund go inside yr gaand and the pain expression on yr face..for a moment u stopped fucking suresh...and then when ramesh started fucking yr gaand you started yr motions again. Just then rohit moved up and stood in front of you and pushed his cock in yr mouth...and stated fucking yr mouth... The sight of 3 men fucking all the three holes made me crazy...u were moaning from a combination of pain and pleasure...just then ramesh took his lund out and shot his cum all over yr back. I quickly moved into position and rammed my lund in yr gaand. Ab main teri gaand maar raha tha teri chuchiyaan dabate hue.. Tabhi rohit ke lund se pura ras nikal ke tere mun ke andar ja gira aur tune pee liya. At the same time suresh also cam beneath you. Rohit ke hatte hi suresh ne apna lund tere mun mein daal diya aur tera mun chodne laga. Meanwhile ramesh now got under you and u started fucking him again. Kya scene tha. Le randi.bata kaisa lag raha hai. Saaheb aap log bade kamine ho..itna bada lund hai sabka .aah meri to aaj gaand phat jayegi..aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..you had a strong climax..but we did not stop and kept fucking u in various poses until 4 AM in the morning. By then all of us were exhausted and went to bed. Morning we all paid you.(ramesh actually gave you some extra as a tip)..which u accepted to make it all very real.

Hi,Guys n Girls This is SMART_GUY back with the rest of his story i was late coz of my COLLEGE but now i am hear so just anjoy it .i though this story will end in two part but it semes to me it wont coz y u will find out i am sure u will anjoy this one better then the last part#1 i change just a little to make it good u tel me how n what u fel now enjoy it .( I CHANGE MY SISTER NAME SADIA ) After i came out of my house n saw a time it was 3.30PM n i have to pick SADIA at 4.pm so i just took my moterbike n gone to put some gas in it but my mind is all in didi choudai i fel like i go back n fuck her one more time my dick is geting up agian just thinking about her tight pussy god my dick stil hurt coz it took almost 20min to go in her pussy althe way but i know it is not posibel at this time anyway i gone to samina house (sadia friend)to pick sadia my (sister) from there when i reach there i saw sadia n her best friend was seating out side of the house n talking about some college sttuf when they saw me i say hi to both girls n give samina a smeill. sadia got up n say sahiel i just call home n didi pick up the phone she told u were not at home n she don't know where u r coz she din't see u sence u left house with me where were u i just give a smeil n say i was with my friend but i was thinking didi must tel this lie coz she was affred that some one might know but there is no way so i dont know y she lie anyway i told sadia lets go coz i have to go some place , samina say sadia, go go your brother dosn't like to talk to me i smeil n say yar samina u r my friend the think is that i have to go n pick up one of my friend n gave him a ride home too the reson i say this coz i want to go home early so i want to know whats going on with didi. i want her to talk to me so i can get her in for some more fucking for tonight before mom come home ,. samina say kabi hum ko be ride dedo .n sadia start laughing n say ya sure u realy need a ride n my brother is perfact to give u one. i ask for a water n sadia say it is in the kittchen , i gone inside but i want to hear what they talk coz i act like i dont know what they r talking about so i just stand inside of the door i saw samina got red with this words but she say back to sadia that right now is your turn to get ride n i think sahiel wil give u a ride if u give him just one chance, now is sadia time to get red she say samina he is my brother dont talk about him like this he is very nice n I never tough about him like this but if u like i can talk to him to give u a ride n start laughing i got a hardon just listening to there dubble mianing words n i was looking both the girls as a sex objact sadia got nice boobs i think 34c witch i came to know later on i was right, she is looking very pretty n inocent face but very good, didi have a fiuger good n sexy but sadia have some think that say come n fuck me if u can n samina she is also very sexy looking girl she is only 20y she 5.4n pretty good body 35boobs n 36hips i love to fuck her if i get any chance so anyway i came out n saw both the girls is geting red on the faces i ask is there any problem i can help u i was looking at samina in the eye n she become more red ,sadia say ya sahiel samina need a ride from u only she never ride before in her life samina become little mad n say no thanks u can have a ride if u like n ya sahiel plz give her a good ride coz she is very much interst in a real ride i ask what u r talking about sadia say come on sahiel lets go she is just joking i say is ok but if u girls want i can give both girls a ride at a same time now both the girls become red n sadia say nice try but no u can give a ride to samina only .samina kub peche batne wali thi she say sahiel first u give her a ride n then we wil talk n staring laughing i saw sadia is becomeing red n say kuty i wil get back to u n samina still laughing n sadia say chlona bahi n i just laugh n say ok sweet behana lets go n start the bike sadia just jump on the bike ,samina say sadia be caer ful n hold him tight coz u wil going to get a big ride very soon n agian laughing i saw sadia she is just becmeing red but not saying any thing so i say samina but don't worry one of this day i wil give u a ride too n wink on her she become very red n sadia start laughing n say ya bahi give her a ride i wil help u to give her a ride sadia dont know that i know what is a miening of ride but when i wink i was sure samina know what i mean by ride i say sure sister i need your help n start laughing .samina become more red n say what ever n looking out side n say it look like there wil be rain all the coluds r dark n i saw it too n say shaida is hear shaida is 17y n little thin but not soo thin just ok on her age i saw her cupple of time before but never much talk to her coz she never come in my mind as a sex objact this all happening sence i fuck didi n i say hi she say hi back to me n talk to her didi samina that she have to walk all the way from her friend house to hear witch she live little far from there house n sadia start laughing again , me n samina look at her n i ask what happen she say ye,lo now shaida need a ride too n samina become red n say tu jati hi ke mei tuj ko eder hi ride dilwa dun terhe bahi se n i say ok bye baba i dont understand your girls talk but shaida say saheil bahi will u give me a ride n i start laughing n say sure y not but u have to take permesion from your sister n samina say go now n we just say byee n left, when i was drivening the bike i ask sadia u like to eat some ice crean or want to drink some cold drinkshe say ya bahi i am very thirsty this is i did cz i want to seat with her n talk coz i have a felling that if i play my card right i will get in her pants but like i am i don't go too fast with anygirls i take my time get them in my confedent n then fuck them hards the way it suppouse to be (right)so i know i can not talk to her more freely in the house coz i fuck didi n i was not sure how much didi will help me to fuck sadia maybe she wil or maybe she get mad that i fuck her (didi)n now i want to take sadia virgen pussy too i don't want didi to get mad on me i want to fuck her too at my will, so i have to figuer out some thing n thats y my frist plan to take sadia in my confedent so she can openly talk to me, while we were going to some resturant i was drivening very slowly i was feling her boobs was toughing on my back n i fell my dick is geting up just thinking about her nice bobs at this time i have no thinking about didi i was just thinking how n what i can do or tel that make me easer to go in my little sister panties then i got an idia n i pull over in the side she look at me n ask me what happen bahi y u stop i say nothing i just come in a min i have to call my friend n say her i wont be coming coz i have some other work to do n before she say anything i just walk to the store n ask for a payphone clark point out to me in one of the corner i pick up the phone n dieal nani # (mother mother) n in a few sec mom pick up the phone i say mom this is me i got my bike brock n sadia is with me it will going to rain so we wil be little late ok she say i just call farha n she told u gone to pick sadia ok just drive slow n i think it will rain very soon just take care i ask mom what time u comeing home she said betha i dont know your nani is not wel so u guys can eat food farah had cook some food n she say she is not filing good her legs hurt because she say she feldown while she was trying to take out somethink from uper cabnet so don't make her do a lot let her take rest i just smeil at this n said don't very mom i will tel her to take rest today mom say u r so nice takeing care of your sisters n i just say they r my sister n it is my job to take care of them but mom don't know how much n how i take care of my sexy sister so now i know mom wil wont come til late maybe 10pm or in the morning now after i hang up i call home n didi pickup the phone she was not thinking of me that i wil call her after i fuck her today so when i say helloo she din't say anything n i was teling heloo,heloo n then she say hello i say didi i got a problem hear i try to make a sound like a normal just like nothing happen this afternoon n told her i brock my bike i am talking from payphone i pick sadia n i talk to mom also n didi don't cook anythink i will bring somethink to eat ok but there is no sound on the other end n i say again hello hello didi n she say just YA i say r u mad at me didi i wil come n talk i pronise didi i just call n let u know that i already pick sadia n she is with me don't worry then the frist time she talk n ask me sahiel what time u r comeing home i say as soon as a fix my bike ok n she say ok n then i ask didi ya she told me ,r u mad on me didi n she din't say a word for a min then i ask her one more time didi r u mad on me n she say NO i say thanks didi love u n i say didi i will see u soon she say ok i say byee n hangup the phone then i go to the clark &ask him do u have anykind of cream for dry hand n he show me K,Y cream thats what i wanted that poor guy dont even havea little cule y i am buying this if he know y he would cum in his pants i bought just in case if i wil extra luckly today anyway i paid n put a cream tub in my pocket n came out ruby was standing there n ask saheil y u make so late every one is looking at me an it look like it will rain i said ya i just call mom also so she wont be worried about us i told her we r just going on a ride becouse mosun is very good so we wil came little late n laugh she laugh too n ask so my sweet bahi where r u going to take me i say my sweet sister sadia where ever u like me to take u park resturent or a big ride when i say big ride she become red n say sahiel lets go to beach that what i thinking about it n now she told by her self n i was aolloo ka pahta if i say no to this i just start my bike n put in the way of beach i know in week days there will be very little crowd n there is very little chances for anyone to know us coz i bring lots of girls to fuck u can get a hut for 2or 3 hrs only for Rs20 or 25 n i come hear so the guy at that place there know me very well now it is just to take sadia in that hut cz she wil sure ask me y i need to take hut n i don't have a answer til the time come or it will naver come today i don't know yet i am trying only if the luck is in my favor then only i can get one more virgen before tonight n i look up just like i was asking a favor to god (u guys will also think what a ass hole i am but u don't know me i fuck dog too if i get a hardonn she is girl n sexy too so what if i fuck one sister i already fuck the other too right.just kidding)i saw it will rain very soon n i want to reach there before the rain start so i speed up my bike it was very cold on the road n sadia just hug me tight from behind n teling me sahiel plz drive slow n i say yar don't very i am a good drvier n then we reach there i park my bike sadia ask y u park hear i say like to take some water n chips she say ok n she don't know that u can rent a hut also coz she told me latter on it is so cool to byee one hut n come for a camping with our family i say ya but most of them is vacant n free we can use anyone we like no one will come n ask u to go, this i did it just to make her fil ok if some how i have to take her in at anytime. she say realy what about the owner i say there is notthing to steal so who care ,so i gone in the boot were i can bye soda n chips the guy saw me he came n say salaam saab i ask is there any hut is there he say saab for u all beach is avelabe n start laughing i smeil too n bought some chips n colddrink & paid money for hut too he told me it is on the far side of the beach n i know were it is coz there is no one will be there at this time this guy is very nice to me all the time coz i always give him big tips so he take extra care for me anyway i came out n give all the packet in sadia hand n say bahena hold this n start my bike n we drive to the beach side i want to go near the hut were i rented it she dont know that i rent the hut also so when i was driveing it little far side of the beach she ask me where r we going y dont u just park over hear i told i was looking for shade so i can park this bike n it was just a normel thing to say she din't ask any more n i saw the hut the one i rented i just took the bike were i park all the time witch no one very eazy can sport it from farawy. n i told sadia i think we should go back coz it is almost 4;30 unless u want to put your feet in the water for a while she say sahiel yar u came so far n now u want to go so soon i say yar it will rain also (i was hopeing she wont say to lets go back n thats what she say not to go back)she say sahiel i dont want to go home right now i get bore at home plz we wil just stay little while ok n inside i was very happy but i act like ok but if rain start don;t belam me n i just hold her hand n til her to lets go in the water she was just like a child laughing n runing with me i say ruby we have to put this food n drinks some were so the dog will wont pick up if we r not hear she say oo ya, i say lets put this over there i point out to a hut from 20 25 ft from where we were, and took all the stuff &run to the hut when i reach there i look back n see sadia is puting a knot in dopatha on her wrist i right away open the door n put the key back in my pocket when she came i told yar there is no place to put this food give me your doopatha i will put in it she say i don't want to keep my doopatha on the floor yar sadia we will put on top n latter we can wash it n all she gave me but make faces i start laughing n told yar what a big deal i am not asking u to give me your all clothes n she look in shok n become red n say ya if i was your girl friend u would ask that too i know u guys n she laugh n say u can ask to samina she wil give it to u n i laugh too n say realy she wil she say y don't u ask her n i laugh again n i put her doopatha n all food on the top of the window n got down she ask whos hut is this i say i dont know n say lets go i hold her hand n walke i was looking at her from side of my eye she was trying to hide her self to come right in front coz i can see her bra is her white plain cotton kurtha i try to act that no big deal i saw a lots n after some time when she saw i was not paying much attion to her body she relax n walk when we reach near the water i fel the rain start but it is only bona bandi not a havey rain & it fel good so we thought to go in little father in the water she was standing next to me so i can not see her ass or i can not look diract to her coz i dont want her to think i am looking at her so hold her hand n go in the water till 1ft or so she was affred to go more in i told sadia i am holding u don't worry but she keep saying no no sahiel i will faldown i just put my hand in her wrist i grabe her n take her 1ft more in god she have so smooth n soft wrist that my dick stand in a sec like a iron bar n before she run back to the shore a wave came in n she feal in the water if i would not grabe her right away she would feal in the water all the way but i grabe her n while grabeing her i have to use my both hand n in that my hand go right on her big bobs n for a sec she froze then she try to get up again but second waves came n we both feal in the water allthe way i feal on top of her n first time i fel her all body with me she was just wereing nothing n i push my dick right in between her ass i am sure she fel it coz she did aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh n look at me i just hold her it was like only few sec but in that i fel her good i know now she is all wet she will not going to go like this to the house her clothes have to dry when she got up she look at me n then her eye go to my corch where my dick was all hard n up anyone can see n tel i got a hardon she look at me again n gave a shy look and look like all red on my face she though i was more shy then her that make her little relax but when she saw again at me n see where i am loking she say oooooo my god n put both hand on her breast coz now i can see her breast n her nippls too her bra was transparent n her kurtha was all stick on her body she in a way naked i can see her ass too witch it come out from back n her shalwar was wet stick in her ass i just try to hold her hand but she refuse to give me coz if she remove her hand from her bobs it will as naked as it is. i just look at her an give her a smeil n say yar tum tu iase shrma rahi ho jese koi mei tumara boyfriend huon she say plz shaiel don't look at me i say baba i am not loking at u lets go walk or it wil wont dry she told me ok i say dont worry sadia u r my sister i am not looking at u but u have to walk little fast i think we walk like a 1000ft n the rain start i was hoping for it it was so sadden that it comes like fast n havey we both was wet so bad that i can now see her pink panties too , i got my dick hard agian n i though if i wont to do it some thing about it i will diee so i told sadia we have to find some shade or u get sick she was not talking much n just shavring like a leaf i hold her in my arms n this time she din't told me any think just walk with me she was so soft n fels good i just want to kiss her or do something to her but i know i have to be very slow n take it easy or i going to lose my chance i dont want to rape her no man thats not me i dont rape girls i make them do the thing on there won will no matter if she is my sister or mother opps did i say mother that is other story i wil tel later ok so we walk back to the hut but there is no shade n rain was in full bloom i was feling cold too n shaking from inside too i told her sadia we can not go at home like this n if we dont dry our clothes we will get sick it was 5;30 n i have to do what ever i can in next one or two hrs so i say let me see if i can open this door n i just like try to open or brack the door n it open i gone in n see it was a nice room i came out n say sadia just wait hear i will see all inside if it is safe or not n i goin n take all the chader n cover n put in a wordrob i did this in a min only n came out n say come on in there is no one she came in but very nervos to talk i say sadia i am standing out side u give me your colthes n i will squeez it n take the water out n give u back to u or it wont dry till morning n u get cold she look at mr n told noway i am not going to take my clothes off over hear r u gone mad sahiel i say sadia there is no one n no one will come hear i am standing out side only or u could die with this my sister is very affred of dead or dieing its works she look at me n say no one will came right i say ya sadia no one i insure her she say ok u go out i just open the door n saw a big lighting n havey rain n i say sadia can i turn around my face n u can hand me over she say ok but dont look at me i say ok n i just like a nice boy just seat there with my face on other side i think it is almost 5min i ask sadia can i turn around she say ok but dont look at me n pick up the clothes from fhe bed i turn n see but i can not see sadia there is no other room bathroom was out side so where she go anyway i pick up the cloth n start squzethe water from it i ask sadia where r u but no answer i ask again sadia r u under the bed can i see ,she shouted no saheil don't look i am there my dick again got hard thinking about sadia butt naked in this room n under the bed i say sadia u r not felling cold there take this gadi on u n before she say i took the big gadi off the bed, bed got a iron net on the bed for to hold gadi on it so as i pull the gadi from the bed i can see my sister all naked under the bed she gave a little scream n say saheil plz put it back but now the show start i dont want to wast time on talk so what i did i put that gadi on the floor &look at sadia n say oooooofffffffffffffff ..............sadia tum kitni kubsurt ho she say plz saheil dont look ,she was trying to hide her sexy body from me but i can see her as n thighs all naked she is not wereing anything i pull the bed all up n put it on the sideoff the wall it was very light n came back where sadia was liying on the floor i seat next to her on the floor she start crying i told sadia y u crying i am not going to do anything ok she say plz saheil give me my clothes i told sadia it is wet,she say no problem i wil were like this only i say ok but u make me so hot u will do some thing for me it wil be our screct she look from the side n ask what i pull my pants down n told i got a hardon just looking at u if u will show me your all body like i want to see i will give your clothes right away she got engry n say saheil u gone mad i am your sister n if u wont give me my clothes i will tel mom too now i got mad i say ok coz u going to tel mom so y don't i just fuck u n give a ride witch u n your friend want me to give u she got red n told saheil plz that was a joke plz saheil give me my clothes i told sadia i will give u n promise wont do anythink witch u dont want to do she though for a min n then she say u promise that u will going to give my clothes back i say yes , she just look at me n clouse her eye her face was all red in shram when i remove her hand from her bobs god it was all like u put 2drops of gulab in a milk her nipples were little redsh pink my god my dick want to fuck her but my brian say wait just a little she is all yours to do what ever u want, she cross her legs to hide her pussy i can see just a little hair down there but her pussy was very small it was not like didi witch was big but the lips were together tight so i try to open her thigh as she fel my hand on her thigh she say nnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooo ppppppppllllzzzzzzz i say sadia just relax i just want to look n by little force i pull her legs apart ooofffffff.............. i can not belive it this is a girl now i know y all college guys r after my sister she have a body like a killer but this pussy is beyound this world n i was the first man on this earth saw her virgen pussy witch she told me later i can not reist i just gone down n put my mouth on her pussy n start kissing and lapping with my toung as soon as she fell my mouth on her pussy her all body shook n came from her mouth aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.................hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .saheil what r u doing n try to get up i just push her back on her back n one more time start eating her pussy she was trying to get away from this becouse this all new to her and she was not though that i wil do to her some thing like this she just lay there n takeing deep breath n makeing all type of novies hhhhhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooo........ppppppplzzzz......sssaaaaaaaaahhheilllllllll ppppppppplllllllzzzzzzzoooooooooo................fffffffffffff....... .... muje chour do mie mer jahugi plz saheil ye tun kya ker reha ho plz saheilllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaa plzzzzzzzzz............but i was keep eating her pussy i bring my laft hand inside her thigh n bring her thigh up now she was all spard n open but her pussy lips were tightly colsed together i with my thum n forfinger open her lips of her cunt she was just shaking hear n there i can not belive this she was all red n pink inside her pusyy i look for her dana as i found her dana which was very little n hideing inside her pussy lips i put my toung on it n makring it in cercal she love this she dont know what is going on down there with her but for sure sure she is haveing a fun of her life frist time,i also gave her a good rub on her dana n she was doing ooooooooooooooo....................oooooooooooo then i took my other hand n bring it up till i reach her right breast i just got a hold on her n press it god it was solid like rubber it was like didi but little more solid i dont maybe it is same but it was realy fell good when she feal my hand on her bobs she just try to remove it but i took her hand & put it aside n then gone back to press it this time she was just teling me no no no plz saheil leave me let me go this is not right we r geting late i sat sadia just a little bit more & then we will go but now she trow me aside n try to getup but i grabe her n pull her on the gadi she was realy geting mad on me n teling saheil let me go what r u doing i told sadia u had your fun now i want to have little fun too so just let me do for a min or two but she was saying nooooo.......... nooooooo........ nooooo....... if u wont let me right now i will tell to mummi, i say ok so u will going to tel so y don't we fuck so u can say what ever u want to say n i grabe her from her arms n make her laydown on the gadi witch was on the floor n got on top of her she right away cross her legs n try to push me n start crying i say sadia u like me to fuck u she say nooooo...........ok then just let me kiss it on your pussy i told in a very nice way she look at me like trying to see what is in my mind but hi this is saheil i just smeil n say i just want to kiss u there just did before she got red an say then we wil go i said yes she just cloues her eye i got little down n open her thighs oooooffffffffffffff i can eat her pussy all night n still i want more i put my both my hand under her legs n pull her legs up i dont bother to see on her face i just got down on her pussy her cunt was still wet from my earlyer eating i pull her pussy lips apart n bring my toung right in the central of her opeming she took a deep breath n say ooooooooooooooooooo my godddddddddd i ask her sadia maza aa rahahi kya she din't tel but she close her eye n takeing deep breath i bring one of my finger n start rubbing on her pussy lips from outside she was lost in her that she dont even told me any thing this time when i put my hand on her bobs i was pressing like i was makeing some sort of dough n i think she want me to do more coz she was trying to push her virgen cunt in my mouth i also trying to take her whole cunt in my mouth n suck her n she was doing ssssssssssseeeeeeeeee ..............oooooooooooooooo mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa ............ then i brought my right hand on her pussy n put my middle finger tip in side her cunt goddddddddd her pussy was so tight that i can fel the ring of muscel in her cunt n i tough god if my only finger fel so tight how i going to fel when i put my dick in it my dick was so hard n ready for a acttion sadia as she fel my finger in her pussy she pnick n push my hand aside i hold her hand with one n with the other i put my other finger in her pussy back this time i push it hard n it go almost half of it i heard her scream n she got up n throw me aside i saw tears in her eye n she told me thats plz now let me go i ask what happen she din't told me anythink but crying i say sadia what happen did i hurt u she say yes i say sorry i will not going to put it again i will just kiss it only ok she say saheil we r geting late lets go i look at watch it was only 6;15 i have 1hr;25 more to go home n i was sure i dont need that much time to fuck sadia n if i wont fuck her today she will never going to give me her pussy thats for sure so i push her back on her back she was looking at my dick all the time when i saw she is looking at my dick i hold her hand n put it on my hard dick she right away pull it back i told her just hold for a min but she dont want to tough it i dint force her to do it i just start kissing n eating her pussy again she become very hot again n when i saw her that she is not going to make big fuss n she is almost going to get her orgasun i stop n gone right on top of her for a sec she relax but the next sec she fel my hard solid 8;inch long n 2;inch thick dick on her virgen pussy she yell n try to getup i just hold her there n start rubbing my whole thick long dick on her pussy lips she told me saheil plz buskaro plz nahii plz saheill ya tum kya ke rahe ho deko plz saheil u told me u will not going to do any thing now what r u doing plzzzzz.............ooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhiiiii......... saheil.......... i just kept rubbing on her cunt her pussy was geting wet no mater what she is saying but her pussy is saying other story just like all the other girls her is also geting wet on & from my dick i told her to relax but she was keep teling mee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nnnnnnnnnooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nahi boothho gaya abb bus bi karo............. but i rub my hard dick more on her cunt now i fel she is just takeing deep breath but not pushing me or so i know that she is going to cum right now n while she was haveing pick of her fun i push her thigh little more open with my legs n she just lay there but not say anything i kept rubbibg her pussy and then i took my dick in my left hand n rub my dick head on her inside of her pussy she just open her legs more by her self like she want me to doit down in her pussy i look at her this is my sister hahaha ever prud of her self not given anybody a second look now she is lyeing with her legs open wanting to get fuck by her real bahi so i while rubbing inside of her pussy i lie on her but keep a hold on my dick n push it in just slip on down side n then i remember i bought a KY cream i look were is my pant it was near my feet i look at ruby she was liying n her eye were close takeing depp breath i did;t stop for a bit n keep her rubbibg n with my right hand i grabe my pant i look one more time her eyes were close so i put my hand in wet pant pocket n pull out KYcream sadia open her eye to look at me that y i get up her eye was like in drunk n she look at me n told bus abb chaleen i say just fro 5 min more i think she want to get off too she just close her eye n i right away open the tub cap n press it hard all the cream came out on my hand n gadi i took a lot of cream n rub on my dick then i took some more n put it on my dick head n then rub with it on sadia pussy her pussy lips become so soft that it fel that they want me to goin her i can see she fell it to coz now i was rubbing right on her dana n then i liy on her n took my dick n try to find her opening as i found her pussy hole i push it in god if i was not a good fucker i would came right there n there but i know how to contral my self she was so tight that it fel some one is hold my dick head in her mouth with out teeth she gave a big aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......... n then she open her eye n scream ssssssssssaaaaaheilllllllllllllllllllllll nnnnnnnaahiiiiiiiiii what r u doinnnnnn plz ooooooooooooooooo.................nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo i put more wight on my dick becouse of cream it go more couple of inchs in her she was so tight it was very hard for me not to cum sadia was now crying n trying to get out from under me but i hold her tight n told just relax for a few min u will fell good but she was now crying n teling me plz boohut derad ho raha hi plz nekalo i just doing in n out in her pussy till i fill she is just takeing long breath not telling anythink i hold her tight n give her one hard push with all my power n i put my hand on her mouth at the same time she scream but my hand was on her mouth so it was not came out n my dick was all the way in sadia tight pussy i just lay on her not moveing or so for two min i want her to adjust my dick in her pussy she was crying but not pass out like didi i kiss her n then take one of her nipple in my mouth n start sucking on it hard she just lay ther n crying i pul it out just 1inch n push it back in she make aaaaaaaaaaaaan then i was just doing 1inch or 2 at a some time in n out of her it was very tight pussy just like a teenager , i start fucking my sister sadia, some time i pull little bit more then 2inch n push it back in she just say plz aisthe plz deard ho raha hi now she know that there is nothing to save so she just lay n try to relax her self coz when i told her to loss her body n the pain will go away she just did n i think she fil good coz after that she was just relax n let me do what ever i want, i was now fucking her in n out like i pul it out til my just head in it n then push it in one push she just doing hhoooooo aaaaaaaahhhh............... aisthe aisthe ooooooooooooooo i ask her sadia maza aa raha hi she just become red but dint say anything i keep fucking her hard now her pussy become little lose becouse of cum n blood from her virgen pussy i love to fuck her god she was very very tight when i fel i am going to come i start fucking her harder n faster she was also cuming n she is just takeing deep n hard breath n then she relax all the way i know she cum n cum good n hard n i think this is her frist time she cum so good in her life (if u bring your girl cum good she wil never look at other guys so fuck them n fuck them hard) i was about to cum also i push 3or 4 time hard in her tight pussy n pull it out at the right time n shoot on her face n boobs god i cum n cum ncum i never cum like this before she try to turn but it was late n i hold her n ruby i wanted like this n she just close her eye n when finsh my last drop on her i just lie on her i think it is for 10 or 15 min then ruby say plz sahil lets go i saw she was crying i got up n look out side rain was stop n it was dark almost i pick my pant n shirt n were it n told her i wil bring your doopatha from out side n open the door a cold breze came in n i was feling like a new man again i dont belive this that i fuck my both sister at the same day i was thinking that may be i wil get some help from didi to fuck ruby virgen pusst but odd is in my fover n i fuck ruby tight pussy i bring the doopatha in with the food till i saw she already were her kurtha n shalwer n standing in a corner of the room n crying i gone there n took her in my arms n say ruby i wil take care of u if anythink happen to u i wil take care she just crying n put her head on my shoulder i kiss her little hear n there n then i say ruby i will not going to tel no one n u also don't til to enyone this is between u n me only she lok at me n say saheil if anything happen i say silly i pul it out before i cum but still if wnything happen i wil help u i promise i did it to u but i wil take care of it too ok now give me a smeil n i hold her face nlook in her eye n she just give me a light smeil n i sat lets go n tuen around she hold my hand n told wait i look at her she hug me n put her arms around her tightly n ask y u did this to me i told i dont know i listen your talk n i got hot n ilike to fuck at that time n its just happen n i say lets go she just move to steps n told me it is pain her a lot i told when she reach home just take hot shower n put some worm water on your pussy ,its look it is been sowaling coz when i walk its hurts she say i told her u will be ok til tomorow n we came out there was no one i start my bike n she seat on my back this time she was very near to me n hunging n holding me tight i gone to the boot i gave him key n Rs10 tips n we laft it was almost 8pm i told to ruby to say at home that we were late co of rain n bike brockdown ok n she understod when we reach home mom was not there but did was waiting for us n she look like angr...................what happen next............ did didi belive that ruby n i say about late?..................... how mom know that we were not got late becouse of rain or moterbike brockdown?................. who told her about us lieing to them !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wait til u read n find out waht happen next ..............if u like this part of a story plz e_mail me on smart_guy2380@y... i like to know it thanks to every one who e-mail to me one more time thanks to u guys n girls cu soon your friend YAHOO (ID) smart_guy2380.A

Watching My Sexy Sister Rita Hi, I am Rakesh from Delhi. I am posting my first story .I am working in a MNC company in a good post. Due to hard work I get good promotion.i did work this year also but I didn't got any promotion instead I was awarded for a foreign trip.but the trip was for 2 person. So I wandered whom should I pick up for this. In our family all were ready then my sister told me she wants to go. We all then agreed that my sister will go with me.so we started our packing and then after 2 days we boarded our flight to South Africa. Too family room were booked for us.one for my sister and the other for me which included a single bathroom. We reached there and took our bath and relaxed for 8 hours sleeping. Later in evening we went outside for a walk and then came back. Let me tell u about me and my sister. I am 36 yrs old and my sister is 28 yrs old.she is 5'4" tall with a good figure with charming face. Her figure is 32d-28-34. then after some time when we were watching tv one person came to us and told that there is a small party as it was hotel establishment day. So we both went around 8 o'clock. I wore as usual my coat and my sister wore her salwar suit. She had wore a pink salwar suit .she was looking stunning. We went there and started enjoying the party. After some time a dance started and many couple started to dance together. As we were brother sister I didn't liked to dance with her. So we seated there. But after sometime a lady came to me and requested for a dance. I said ok and went near all people and started dancing. After some time I saw a black man talking with my sister and then they came near the dance party and started dancing. I was thinking what my sister is doing. Then I thought as the lady asked me for dance so as the black man would have requested for my sister. I then ignored that all and started dancing. But meanwhile when I again saw towards my sister the black man has put his hand on my sister ass and was rubbing it slowly and dancing. My sister was enjoying the dance . after some time I saw that he has placed his hand on her shoulder and has pulled her closer and my sister eyes was closed. He was now rubbing her ass gently and was saying something wich I couldn't hear. The lady with me saw me looking there and said leave them and enjoy dancing. She placed her hand on my cock and squeised it. I was getting hard and put my hand on her ass but again looked towards my sister. The lady said why r u looking there , dance with me. Leave them they r enjoying the dance and the black man has found his partner for night. I said what. She said that black man always looks for young girls to enjoy the night and no girl can resist . he is so charming and has big dick. Hearning this I was very angry. But I didn't tell her that she is my sister .she was now rubbing my cock. I was getting angry with that man but at the same time I was getting aroused by this lady. Then the next thing I saw really surprised me. He was kissing my sister. After some time the party ended and we both me and my sister went to our room. We had dinner and went to sleep. But as I was angry I couldn't sleep. I then switched on the TV and started watching it. When I search on for some god program I saw a porn movie coming on tv. I started watching it and getting horny. I started masturbating. Just at that time I heard a knock at my sister door. I wondered who may be at this time. I then ignored it and started watching TV again. I was masturbating but then I heard some voice in my sister room. I went near the bathroom and listened the voice. A man voice was there and then I couldn't hear any thing. Then I heard my sister saying make love to me. I then has not doubt that the black man was there. I then thought I will kill him but then I thought my sister wants that what can I do. She is a grown up girl. So I didn't do any thing and went back to my bed. Next day that man met me in the lawn and my sister was sitting on chair.he was around 40 yr old. He said this girl is a very sexy and after a long time he will be enjoying a virgin girl tonight. I said which girl. He pointed towards my sister and said what a sexy girl she is .he then said she is a virgin but will not remain after today night. I said do u know her. He said yes she is from India and is staying here for a week. I would have been staying in this hotel for a day but now I will be staying as long as she stays. He then asks me do u want to make love with her. I said no. he said that he will again be making love with her tonight. Now the word from my dance partner lady came to my sense that he has big cock. I was getting horny now and wanted to watch him with my sister. So I asked can I watch u make love with her. He said no problem. He said he was living on the same floor and I should come in his room around 11pm. I said ok. Then I went to bar . I saw him talking to my sister. At night we had dinner and went to sleep around 10:30 pm. After 30 min I went to that man's room and hided there. Around 11:30pm there was a knock and he opened it. There was my sister standing at the door in her salwar suit. He grabbed her and took her in his arms and closed the door. He started kissing her and rubbing her breast over her cloth. She was responding him very well.they were kissing hard as they were hungry for years. He then took her clothes off. She was now in black bra and panty. She was looking gorgeous .first time I saw my sister in bra and panty. He started to rub her pussy over her panty and took her breast in his mouth. I was now rock hard and started to stroke my cock. I wanted to see his cock in her virgin pussy. He then took her panty and bra in one go. What a good breast she has on my good.it was perky and big around 32d. And a shaved pussy. She has removed her pussy hair today itself because I had seen hair remover in her room today. The black man had given her since she was not having with her and also there was mention of south African company name on that remover packet. My sister looked up at him, trying to process just what he meant. And then she felt his hand move up her thigh. She felt her skin tingle as he slid upwards, and she looked down paralyzed as he cupped her pussy in his big black hands. Now I'm going to fuck you", he simply said, and with that he slid a finger deep inside her. My sister moaned loudly as he touched her, his words turning her on like nothing else before. He laughed as my sister reacted to his touch and slid a second inside, easily sliding it in since she was so wet. In and out his fingers went inside her tight little pussy, and my sister closed her eyes to better savor the sensations of this big powerful black mans touch. My sister felt his hand on hers and kept her eyes closed. My sister felt him move her hand and still her eyes were closed. But then my sister opened her eyes in shock as she felt him place her hand on his lap, feeling something huge underneath. " My good", my sister thought "it is true! He's huge!" my sister felt her mouth gape as the big black man began to move her hand over his thick cock, letting her feel every one of his 10 inches. He knew it was massive and that this little Indian lady was a virgin. But she was about to get it. He stood up, her hand moving with his cock as he moved, not wanting to let it go. My sister watched as he undid his pants and gasped as he pulled out his massive cock. It was so long and thick, so dark. Rita (my sister) felt her pussy moisten.Now suck it my love". Rita leaned forward, half in awe, half in fear of his monstrous black cock. My sister lifted the hanging cock with her little hand, thinking how small it looked compared to this gargantuan cock and began to lightly stroke it. The foreskin slid back and forward over the big head underneath and she began to stroke it faster, letting her hand slide all over the big thick cock. Finally she lean forward and let her tongue slide over the head of his cock, Tasting the salty pre-cum that was already there. Good he tasted good was all my sister could think.He gripped a handful of her hair, laughing out loud as my sister became entranced by his wonderful cock. And she wasn't the first one either. Many a white girl had been ruined by his thick man meat before, but my sister would be different as she was virgin. He groaned as my sister took the big head into her mouth, sucking gently on it, letting her tongue swirl all over the big purple head. Yep, my sister knew what she was doing. He'd had picked up a good sexy girl well my sister popped the head out of her mouth, licking down the thick shaft, the shaft that seemed to go on for an eternity. My sister briefly worried about how this monster was going to fit inside her tight virgin pussy, but she quickly forgot about it, the excitement of getting a big black cock to loose virginity like this made her happy. My sister popped the head back inside, wanting to see how much of this monster she could get inside her mouth. She pressed her mouth down his cock, trying to take as much as she could, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat but she knew she was still only half way down. But this thing was still more than half way out. Goodness she was horny! Black man smiled as my sister struggled to get his big cock inside her mouth, knowing there was no way this virgin could take it. He decided to give her a helping hand and pulled roughly on her head, forcing it further down his cock, hearing her gag as he roughly began to fuck her face. In and out he pumped his big cock into her mouth, using her like the little fuck toy she was, pumping his big thick cock further and further down her mouth. Tears began to flow from her eyes as he used her mouth, but his mouth dropped as he finally realized that she was still pumping what was left of his cock with her hand, knowing that she was enjoying getting used like this. You fucking my love" he spat out as he fucked her mouth, and almost reluctantly withdrew his hard cock from her, the need to fuck her overwhelming him. He sat down on the chair beside Ria(my sister) and nodded down at his cock. My sister knew what he wanted. He wanted the same thing as she did. Immediately she hitched her salwar up, exposing once more her soft shaven pussy and as she tried to straddle him she moaned loudly as his fingers slipped inside her. He pulled them out and pressed them to her lips, and she looked straight into his eyes as she sucked hungrily on them, tasting herself on his thick black fingers. She leaned down and grasped his cock, still shocked that her little fingers were nowhere near able to fully grip his thick shaft and she positioned the head against her pussy. She looked at him nervously now, not quite sure if it will fit, and he leaned in and kissed her tenderly before whispering "take it slow baby". my sister nodded and slid gently down, feeling the big cock head slide inside her. It was too much already. He pushed his ass upward and my sister cherry popped up. She was in lot of pain. Her virginity has gone now. He waited for some time to accommodate the feeling she was having due to tearing of her cherry. He gained some control and I think the pain subsided a little. Her body began to convulse as she felt the thickness of the big black man and immediately an orgasm washed over her. Black man chuckled. This wasn't the first time a any girl had cum straight away from his massive cock. It was a good thing, she'd be wetter now my sister gasped loudly, composing herself and once more began to slide down his thick shaft, taking inch by inch into her tight pussy. It felt enormous inside her. So big. And there was still more to come. She closed her eyes and with an enormous effort slid the rest of his thick hard cock inside her. She screamed. It was so big. Her pussy felt so stretched. Her second orgasm surged through her body. After a few seconds she realized the big powerful black man was rocking her back and forwards, moving his monstrous cock inside her. My sister moaned, whimpered, loving the sensations this big black man was creating inside her. My sister began to move back as his lips found her breasts, his big puffy lips engulfing her nipples as he sucked hungrily at them. She began to slide up and down his thick long shaft, feeling him thrust up to meet her. He was so big. My sister was so tight. It was incredible my sister moved faster and faster with every stroke, from a gentle rocking to a hard fucking, slamming her ass down as she moved up and down his huge cock. Rita wanted to fuck him so badly, to fuck his like he's never been fucked before, to take all his big black cock like the good little lady she was, like the first time loving the black cock. She bounced up and down, her tits jiggling all over his face, his hands smacking her ass as he rode her. Orgasm after orgasm washed through her body as my sister fucked his gigantic black cock, for the first time she was having sex. She loved his black cock and wanted more and more. Finally he lifted her off, telling her he wanted to see how much of his black seed his virgin love girl could take. She smiled, kneeling in front of him in the aisle of the bus. He began to jerk his big black cock as rita licked the tip, hungry for his load. He groaned and then stream after stream of his cum splashed all over her face, landing in her hair, in her eyes, on her cheek and down her throat. She moaned herself, her hand having found its way to her pussy as she tasted his cum and swallowed what she could. She felt so slutty, so trampy, such a whore. She came again. Finally he was finished, all the cum drained from his big black balls. She reached out and milked the last few drops, tasting them as they seeked out. Finally he was done, and she stood up and kissed his cheek.Thank you for a fantastic experience" she said to him.But he was not finished yet with my young sexy sister who has just lost her virginity and fuck of her life. Fuck of life because she is not going to get such powerful man with 10 inch cock.. he wanted to have my sister ass. So he started to rub her pussy again and she started to get hot. And he too was becoming hard once again. Rita took his cock in his hand and started to rub it . then she replaced her hand with her tongue and then started to lick him. And then took him into her mouth. My sister laid down on her back on the platform and he knelt between her knees. He pushed his cock into her beautiful and smooth blood drained pussy. She was still wet and her lips were swollen. He put his cock on my sister pussy entrance and in 2 stroke he entered her fully. After 10 minutes slow and hard strokes, he pulled out of her pussy and positioned his cock at her ass. She now got shocked that he is going to take her ass. Seeing her he understood he said oh my love I will be gentle to u and u will love after some pain.she was now relaxed and then She angled her pelvis to give him better access to her ass, raised her knees and pulled on her legs until her thighs flattened her breasts. It was a position of complete submission. he lodged his cock in the crack of her as and gave a slow and steady push. I could feel her ass yielding to his cock as the head stretched her ass open. Just as he was getting concerned and almost pulled back, she let out a quiet ungh" through clenched teeth as the head of my cock slipped in. Damn she was tight. he started to slowly ease his cock further into her. She looked at him with her dark eyes, her brow furrowed as she slowly breathed out through pursed lips and whispered "slowly" to him. He answered her with a kisses on her neck and slowly pulled out a little then back in. he made slow progressive strokes easing more and more into her each time. Once he was fully into her ass, she hooked her legs over his shoulders. he kept a slow and even pace while fucking her tight ass. Her eyes remain close except when she would occasionally open them to look at him and smile. his cock began to harden even more. Her nipples stayed hard. She slid one hand between him to her pussy and the other to her nipple. My sister breathing quickened as she pulled on her nipple and clit. This was too much for him. he started to increase the pace and force of his cock in her ass which caused her to cry out and moan. he could feel the first shots of cum leave his balls as he filled her ass. This caused her to use one hand on her pussy and the other on her clit as she climaxed once again. he continued stroking into her ass until her orgasm finished and didn't stop until he was too soft to push back in. Even after fucking her ass, it was still tight. He laid down beside her and closed his eyes. She laid her leg and arm across his body and started kissing his chest as they rested in the hot bed. My sister was absolutely amazing.My sister was kissing him again and saying my love will u do favor for me. He started to suck my sister beautiful breast in his mouth and said yes my love tell me. I will do what u want. I was shocked what my sister said. She said I want u to have me with other male. My sister wanted 2 males. Oh.. my goodness. He smiled and said yes looks like u love big black cock. My sister said I want to enjoy what I can't enjoy in India. Then they wore their clothes and my sister went to her room. This man said to me did u liked the show. I said yes very much. What a girl u had found. He said he had many girls under him but this girl is different. He said come tomorrow and u will see two guys with her. I said ok.When I woke up in the morning I found that my sister was not walking properly. I said what is the problem , then she said I have a pain on my thigh. Little did she know that I had watched her getting fucked by that black man and due to fucking there was pain in her vagina. We then went to have our lunch and as usual dinner at night. After dinner I again went to black man room. He said goinside as his friend will come. After some time his friend came who was nearly his age. And then came my sister . she was not wearing her bra as her nipple was visible. Once inside the black man took my sister in his hand kissed her rubbing her breast and pussy. Then he moved away and his friend took my sister and started kissing her. He then opened her salwar suit and her panty came in to view. She was not wearing bra today. He took her breast in his mouth and started to suck her. My sister was looking for his cock and she found that. Quickly she opened his trouser and took his cock out. He was even bigger and thicker that the black man. He was 7 inches long and thick. My sister started to suck him. He cock started to grew and after some time he cock grew to 12 inches and 5 inch thick. I was wondering how my sister will take this. but looking up to her face I saw her happy and then I knew she will be able to take this giant cock. She sucked for nearly 10 minutes and then that man took her and placed her on bed ans started to lick her pussy. He pushed his tongue deep under her vagina and she came with a powerful orgasm. The black man brought a lube and placed it on her ass and started to lube her ass hole. Then the other man placed his cock on her pussy(love) hole and in one go entered his half cock into my sister pussy and then he gave last powerful force and all his 12 inch went inside her. My sister was in pain but he didn't waited and started to stroke his cock slowly at first and then harder. My sister was moaning fuck me hard I love ur big cock. Make me your slut . fuck me hard. Ur real man .give me the pleasure what my husband will never give me. He fucked hard then I saw the black man rubbing his cock on my sister ass hole. They were going to take my sister together. He entered her and both started to fuck her hard. He was saying u bitch do u like our cock. And my sister was saying yes yes. I amur slut. Fuck me hard . make me a grown women. They fucked her hard and then they went limp. My sister has 4 powerful orgasm during this double penetration. She was now cumming hard along with them. After some time they both fucked her hard again but changing the position. Then they all had a coke and drank. And the black man gave my sister some pill saying have this pill today and we will fuck u tomorrow without condom. We want to cum inside your lovely pussy. My sister was happy and kissed him. Then she went back. For the next 2 day my sister went there and enjoyed them and I watched her.. On fourth day we came back to India. 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I spent my first few days occupied with sights of young teenaged girls running around and enjoyed the few up skirt peeks that happened to show up here and there, but I was getting hungry for some of that young stuff and soon I would have it. I was sitting on my bus smoking a cigarette just waiting for the kids to pile onto my happy yellow bus when I notices two girls in cheerleader uniforms sneaking around behind a building. Being the curious one I ventured the bus and walked over to where I had last seen the girls go. As I rounded the corner I saw them sitting on the ground with a wine cooler for each of them and cigarettes hanging from there lips. The girls looked up to see me and quickly threw the smokes to the ground and started to get up as if they were free from any guilt, but I quickly told them that they were in hot water for drinking and smoking. The almost happy looks ran from there faces and the little blonde one with budding breasts seemed to be forming tears in her eyes. I looked to the other, a pretty redhead and noticed a face of a girl who thought she was the boss, oh how quickly I would teach her. I stood there and sized them up, the blonde was about 12 and the redhead must have been around the same age as her friend. Both girls stood at my command and I looked them up and down, feasting on the view before me. I told them that I was not going to report them to the dean provided they did as they were told The girls followed me to my bus which was by itself in the back parking lot and boarded it as if they were going home, not just yet. Once on board I told them to sit and I sternly told them that they were going to be getting my cock in them, to which they replied yes they will;. I started on the blonde girl by sliding her skirt up to her waist and exposed her milky white legs and bold blue panties, which she wore underneath. I pressed my finger against her cloth covered mound and moved it roughly up and down. I started to feel an instant rush of heat building inside her little young pussy I told her to stand and remove her panties, which she did only to reveal a hairless mound that was so sweet to look at, and as I soon would learn, quite nice to eat. The redhead just sat next to her friend as I ran my fingers across the blonde's pussy, she seemed to be leaning forward to watch closer as I violated her friend with my finger. I continued to push my finger into her tight hole only to stop at her hymen. How lucky was I to find a 12year old in today's world with her hymen intact, quite rare so I have heard Not wanting to spoil the chance to deflower her with my now rigid cock I removed my finger from her pussy and turned my attention to the redhead sitting beside her. I told her to stand and disrobe, which she did slowly but that only made me want to see her naked young body more. Once she was naked I had her turn and lean over the seat of the bus so I could get a nice view of her pretty little pussy I spread her tiny ass and ran my tongue across her taint little asshole only to hear her yelp each time it probed her hole. I then spit onto that asshole of hers and pushed my finger inward to her bowels. She winced in pain as I stuffed my finger into her ass. I told her to relax and not to fight it because that would only make it more difficult. She accepted my instructions and let me continue pushing my finger into her. Her ass was so fucking tight against my finger's movements around her hole, I could only take a bit more of this so I removed my digit and slid it into her now wet pussy. The heat almost burned my finger off, this little 12 year old was on fire. I felt that I was neglecting the blonde girl so I had her come over and directed her to my cock which twitched with every heartbeat. I told her ;suck on this cock sweet thing; and without missing a beat she lowered her face to my dick and parted her lips to let it pass into her willing mouth. As she slowly sucked my cock I could feel her tongue rounding the head of my cock in rhythmic motions and I asked her if she ever sucked a cock before and she took my cock in her hand, slowly pumping her little hand up and down its length and remarked ;my older brother has me suck his cock al the time; I almost shot my load right there when I heard that, my mind drew a picture of this sweet little 12 year old sucking her brothers teenage cock, it was hard to keep my seed in As the blonde continued her oral assault on my cock I began to eat the redheads bald pussy for all I was worth, running my hands to her bare breasts and rolling her tender nipple between my fingers. She moaned softly as I flicked her clitty and bit down on it lightly. With each stroke of my tongue across her young pussy she would lift her hips up from the seat to meet my mouth. I pushed my tongue deeper into her pussy only to be met with her forceful up thrusts. I pulled my cock from the blonde's mouth and bent her over at the waist, exposing her pretty little hairless twat, I ran a finger along the crack and then positioned my cock at the entrance to her virginal hole. She looked back and said "oh god, please be easy with me, I'm not a whore, I'm a virgin", I just smiled and pushed my cock past her outer lips and met her hymen with one swift push. Holding the blonde by the hips I buried my cock to the base and withdrew it slowly, making sure to feel every warm inch of her cunthole. I began a rhythmic pounding of her ass, reaching forward to feel her tiny titties, too small to swing with each thrust, but nice to hold onto. She began to push into me as I shoved deeper into her. I then felt the redhead kissing my neck and licking on my earlobe as I violated her friends untouched hole before her own eyes After a few minutes of steady pounding I pulled my cock from inside the blonde and presented it to the redhead, who after seeing the blood from her friends hymen told me aloud "that's gross, I wont do it", I then reminded her of her serious violation and told her that if she was a good cock sucker I would be sure to forego the reporting of it. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, exposing a set of brace covered teeth. I told her to cover her teeth with her lips and to take me in her mouth. As she rolled her lips inward I ran the head of my cock into her mouth which quickly closed around it. I felt her tongue run across my pee hole and her sucking me further into her face. I took her hair in my hands and pulled her mouth further onto my cock, working her face like a little fuck toy, back and forth I pumped her head, further into her mouth and down her throat. She opened one eye and quickly closed it again when we made eye contact. I continued to thrust my cock further into her mouth. She was making these mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooo oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh noises as I felt my pubes brushing against her face. I pushed even further until I could feel my seed rushing out of my cock in a rage. I pulled my cock from her mouth and pumped my rod with my hand, taking careful aim at her open mouth I shot my first load across her face and the next wave of sperm hit her square on the tongue. I watched as yet another three jets shot into her mouth and laughed as she cringed from the salty taste. swallow my cum I commanded and took my hand to cover her mouth in order to prevent spitting. She shook her head at my demand, which gave me an idea. I took the blonde by the hand and told her friend to open her mouth and to exchange my hot fluid with her. Both hesitated for a moment and as if to show me up they embraced and kissed deeply. I could picture the two young tongues meeting and my semen running between them, damn I was enjoying the show. As they continue to play with one another I stood there stroking my now hard cock as I ran through my next move. I decided that I was going to take the redhead in the ass as a nice treat to myself. After I pulled the two young buds lovers apart, I moved the redhead to a separate seat and had her go on all fours with her little white ass facing my erect cock, which despite having just dumped half my weight in cum, wanted more. Easing my cock into her hot little pussy I could feel her tighten down onto me like a vice. I pushed further into her only to discover yet another hymen unbroken. This was too much for me, I slowly pressed against it and heard her cry out ooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiii;oh fuck me hard, I need your cock inside aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh;. I didn't want to fail her, so I pushed further in and felt even greater pressure from that hymen of hers. Damn, how would I break it and not bend my cock in half? I decided to withdraw my cock from her pussy and slam it inward with one hard thrust It worked, I felt a rush of wetness fill her young pussy and flow onto the seat under her bottom. I worked her pussy like a machine, pumping and pumping into her as she moaned and cooed in response to my thrusting into her tight love hole. I pushed her to the edge of orgasm and then over. I could feel the death grip on my cock as her pussy had its first orgasm and then another. Her pussy closed tighter as I pushed into her under a fast rhythm, grinding against her with each thrust. I felt her pussy tighten again and she yelled oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh;oh my god, my pussy, my pussy, I'm cummingaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh;. I smiled and slowly withdrew my cock from her now satisfied little hole. I still had her ass to go. Lifting her little body from the seat I leaded her over and licked her ass crack and ran my hand along her tight hole. I looked down and let a glob of spit drop onto my cock. I put my rod against her asshole as let it feel the ring that closed her bunghole off to the world. I pushed a bit and felt her resistance lower, and lower. I made a quick push into her and she yelled out aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh;my asshole, ohhh nooooooooooooooooooppplllzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt;, but I continued onward. She tried to pull away from my cock's advances, but I held her hips tightly as I moved deeper into her asshole. Looking over to the blonde girl, I called her to get between my legs and lick my balls as I fucked her friend. She moved down and I spread my legs to allow her full reach to my sack, she darted her hot tongue across my balls and slid her hand to the base of my cock as it pushed into the redhead's ass again and again. I fucked harder into the little girl , only to feel the soft touch of the blonde on my nuts, her mouth working my balls like she must have done to her brother a thousand times before. But I knew she never had him ass fuck her friend nor her. Soon I could feel my seed once again moving quickly towards my cock, rushing to escape and land across the sweet ass of this pretty young girl, or both if I could spare the cum. I fucked harder into her, each time I thrust she would call out, yelling at times for me to fuck her harder and faster, this little whore was a born fucker and I could tell she was bound to become the most popular girl in school. I rode her asshole hard and deep, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge, each thrust pushing her to another orgasm, lucky girl. I felt the blonde's tongue venture from my balls towards my asshole, what a slut, she was rimming me as I ass fucked her best friend, what a rush it was to see them, the redhead taking my whole cock into her taint little asshole and her blonde friend working my asshole, I was about to cum. Feeling the urge to blow the load that was parked in my hard cock, I removed my rod from the little girl's asshole and heard a bit of gas escape from her now wider hole. I looked down to see the blonde take me into her mouth. I looked closer to see bits of poop gather at the corners of her mouth, the taste from her friend's pussy hole and ass must have been stronger than the wine coolers because she closed her eyes and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Pumping my cock into her mouth, tongue running over each inch of it. I had both girls sit together on the seat and stood before them, cock in hand I touched each on the head and started to pump my rod, only to have both add a hand in the effort. I felt myself about to blow, just watching both little hands race up and down my shaft, bringing me to the edge and beyond. I came in a huge gush, my cum shot across both girls tiny little titties and the following shots went into hair, on the floor and on bare legs. I pumped faster to force the last bits of cum out and I felt another rush of seed shoot from within me. The final load was shot as the blonde took me into her pretty mouth and ran her teeth lightly along my cock from its base to the head, then sucked hard on the end. I regained my composure after a moment and noted that it was close to the time I get more kids for a ride home, so I had the girls clean up with a towel I had and they quickly dressed. Soon more kids piled onto the bus and I rode through town, each stop more kids jumped off and ran off to homes. I finished up my route and when cleaning the bus of litter I found a brown lunch bag that seemed quite heavy and seemed to be wet. About to toss it I peered inside and noticed a treasure, two pairs of moist cheerleader panties, my two girls' panties. Further inside I found a note signed by both girls and it read ;To our bestest bus driver ever, we had so much fun today we are going to be back every day for the rest of the year;. I was amazed, and happy. We spent the remainder of the year doing different things to each other, ______________________________ Reply With Quote #186 Old 30th October 2011 bondjamesbond09's Avatar bondjamesbond09 bondjamesbond09 is offline Raj Join Date: 19th January 2011 Location: In Your Heart Posts: 6,673 Rep Power: 20 Points: 8049 bondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autograph UL: 224.00 kb DL: 38.50 mb Ratio: 0.01 Truck driver's secret drug Madhu cursed under her breath as she heard the announcement. Her flight from Mumbai to Bangalore had been cancelled due to a technical problem. This was the night before Diwali weekend. There was no way she would get another flight. She tried all the airline counters, and as expected, was told that all flights for 2 days were booked. A few quick calls to travel agents brought more bad news. All trains and buses were booked as well. And all car rental companies were overbooked too. Last minute travel on Diwali weekend is impossible. It was 11 in the night. She had to reach Bangalore by the next evening for a crucial meeting. Her job depended on it. Madhu finally tried the last travel agent in her contact book. "Hello, Star Travels, Rashid here." the voice said. "Hello. I need to reach Bangalore as soon as possible." Madhu said "Madam, there is no ticket available in anything. Why don't you try renting a car?" "I did try to. But even they are sold out. Please, is there no way I can get to Bangalore by tomorrow evening?" Rashid asked Madhu to stay on the line. She could hear some conversation in the background. Finally Rashid said, "Madam, there is one way. But I don't know if you will want to try it. I assure you it is safe but...." "Which way? Tell me. Any way will do". Selva was having his dinner in his truck when his cell phone rang. It was his old friend Rashid. "Selva, listen, do you want to make a quick buck?" "Always." Selva answered, swallowing another spoonful. "There is a woman who absolutely must reach Bangalore by tomorrow. Her flight got cancelled and she can't find any other tickets." "Hmmm...Diwali weekend rush?" "Yes. You're leaving for Bangalore in a while, right? Give her a ride. She's ready to pay 2000 rupees for the ride." "Wow, who can refuse such a deal? This woman..... Is she pretty?" Selva asked. "Haha, I don't know. Just spoke to her on the phone. But Selva you dog, don't try anything funny. You were lucky to escape in that Gujrati woman's situation. Midnight. Madhu was inside the cabin of the truck. She was sitting near the window. Selva was driving. Between the two was the truck's second driver Saleem. The truck was on its way out of Bombay city limits. Madhu had handed over half the money and kept her luggage in the back of the truck. The truck belonged to a mover and packer company and its cargo consisted of mainly furniture and other household items. There was some small talk with the two drivers. Madhu told them she needed to get to Bangalore. Selva assured her they would reach by evening. An hour later the truck stopped at a roadside shack for some refreshments. And that's when the story really begins. "Why are we stopping here, Saleem?" Madhu asked the co-driver sitting next to her. "Some tea. We need to have tea every couple of hours to drive at night. Or else sleep can take over." Selva answered. Saleem didn't say anything. He hadn't said much since Madhu got into the truck. He had seen how pretty she was and instantly developed a crush on her. Madhu was 28 years old, slim and shapely with shoulder length black hair. She was dressed in a knee length skirt, a full sleeve blouse and a scarf. Madhu had thought about changing into something a bit less revealing. What she was wearing would not be considered revealing in most cities. But for truck drivers, she was sure that a sight of her milky white shins and a hint of her cleavage would be arousing. She took a scarf out of her bag to cover up her chest, and wore knee length socks to cover her legs. However, covering her chest with a scarf had an opposite effect on Saleem. He kept wondering what lay beneath the scarf. However he had been eyeing Madhu only furtively, from the corner of his eye. He was too shy. Madhu noticed that this guy, whom she had guessed correctly to be 20 years old, seemed to have somewhat of a crush on her. But he seemed like a very nice guy, so she didn't feel threatened. Even Selva seemed like a very decent chap and she was glad she had found this truck to take her to Bangalore. "Do you want something? We'll get it for you. There are a lot of rough looking truckers around, so it'll be better if you stay in here." Selva asked. Madhu peered out of the window. The shack was surrounded by some burly looking truckers who seemed to be looking at her intently. Selva was right. She'd better stay in the car. "Get me a Pepsi, please." Madhu smiled. Selva and Saleem got down from the driver-side door and went to the shack. At the shack, Selva reached into his shirt pocket and took out a small paper pouch, "Look at this, Saleem. This is your ticket to paradise." he said. "What do you mean?" Saleem asked. "This is a little something I bought from a chemist friend of mine as a lark. He says it is a very powerful female aphrodisiac." "What's an aphrodisiac?" Saleem asked, wide-eyed. "It is something which makes a person very horny. The guy who sold this to me claimed that this particular one is so potent, that one of the women who tried this fucked 20 guys in a night before she stopped feeling horny." Selva winked. "No way. You're just pulling my leg because you saw me admiring Madhu Madam's beauty." "I am serious. You don't have to believe me right now." Selva said as he opened the pouch and poured the white powder into a glass of Pepsi, "You'll find out in a while. This is how it works. The woman who takes this feels very sleepy first. She sleeps for an hour or so. And then if she is woken up, she is so horny that she'll fuck anything in sight." TBC...... ______________________________ Reply With Quote #187 Old 30th October 2011 bondjamesbond09's Avatar bondjamesbond09 bondjamesbond09 is offline Raj Join Date: 19th January 2011 Location: In Your Heart Posts: 6,673 Rep Power: 20 Points: 8049 bondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autograph UL: 224.00 kb DL: 38.50 mb Ratio: 0.01 "I still think you're just making this up." "You'll see" Selva said. He finished his cup of tea, and walked back to the truck with the glass of Pepsi. "Here you go Madam." Selva handed Madhu the Pepsi. Thanks" Madhu took the glass. Saleem came and sat next to her. Madhu noticed that he was now making hesitant eye contact. She smiled at him. He gave her a feeble smile in return. Nice guy, she thought to herself. And quite good looking too. Lean and fit. This is the kind of guy I would go for if he was not a truck driver, she thought. In about 5 minutes, she started feeling very sleepy. Selva noticed her rubbing her eyes and said, "Madam, if you want you can go to the back and sleep. There's a bed in amongst all the furniture. Just put a blanket on it and sleep." "Yes, maybe I should. I am feeling really sleepy. It's been a tiring day." Selva stopped the truck on the edge of the road. "Go help her get in the back." Selva commanded Saleem. Saleem and Madhu got down. Saleem went and removed the tarpaulin covering the truck's back. There was a ladder that ran along the tailgate. He helped Madhu get on top of it and into the back of the truck. "The bed is in that corner. And the blankets are over there. You can sleep for as long as you want", were the first words Saleem said to Madhu. "Thank you." Madhu said. She hurriedly arranged the blankets on the bed and crashed on it. Saleem returned to the driver's cabin. "Is she asleep?" Selva asked. "Yes." Saleem replied. "Good. Now just be patient for an hour until the aphrodisiac kicks in." "I still think you're full of shit. OK, so she fell asleep at once. Maybe it is just a sleep medicine." "Be a sceptic. In an hour you'll be thanking me." That seemed like the longest hour in Saleem's life. Every time he looked at his watch, Selva would laugh. The minutes ticked by very slowly, and finally it was an hour since Madhu had gone in the back. Selva was looking at Saleem with a smug look on his face. He said, "Go on. Say it. Say it." "It's been an hour. Now let's see if you were serious or bullshitting." Saleem said. Selva slowed down the truck until her saw an empty lot next to the road. He pulled the truck into that lot and hit the brakes. Both of them got down and walked towards the tailgate. "Now if the drug is working, which it definitely is, she must be having some pretty erotic dreams. She'll be absolutely turned on. And whatever we try to do to her, she'll welcome us. Go on, you climb in first." Saleem climbed in and saw something very surprising. Madhu was sleeping with an arm between her legs. He could see the arm slowly moving up and down, rubbing her crotch. Her eyes were closed, but she was clearly sweating, even on a cold night like this. Selva had climbed in by then. "Ah, you see. Sex dreams. Now, do you want to do the honors?" "What do you mean?" Saleem asked. "What do you think I mean? Want to have the first go at her?" "Ummm...." "Oh forget it. You're such a wuss. I guess i'll have to get this party started." Selva went to the bed. He bent down and gently kissed Madhu. She kissed back. Then his left hand reached her crotch. It gradually removed her arm from between her legs. Instead Selva's left hand started rubbing her pussy. "mmmmmmmmmmm" Madhu moaned and opened her eyes. She was breathing hard. Selva broke the kiss. "Selva...." she said, as he put a finger on her lip. "Shhhhh.... I understand. I am lonely too." He said and he got up. He caught hold of both her ankles in each hand and pulled her towards him until her ass was on the edge of the bed. Saleem watched in rapt attention as he lifted the edge of her skirt until it was above her waist, exposing her black panties. Selva bent down and kissed her mound through the fabric. Then he said to her, "Take off your panties." Madhu obediently reached for her waist and slipped her panties off until her raised knees. Her shaved cunt was visible to both Selva and Saleem. As she saw both men staring at her cunt, the first conscious thoughts started forming in her mind, a mind that was on autopilot until now - "What is this? Why am I half-naked with these two guys? Is this a dream? Am I..." Right then Selva's hard tongue touched her clit and all thoughts were washed away. A wave of pleasure filled her entire body as she started writhing. "Oooohhh... Yess...." Saleem watched Selva tongue Madhu's cunt for a few minutes. Then he moved towards them and sat on the right of Madhu. He rubbed his cock, which had gotten rock hard by now. He then removed her scarf, revealing her cleavage. He bent down and licked the cleavage. That's when Madhu noticed him and the bulge in his pants. Her right hand reached for his zipper and freed his circumcised dick. At the same time, Selva got up, and pulled Madhu's blouse up until it was bunched up under her arms. The next few minutes saw the threesome connecting to each other. Saleem pulled Madhu's bra off, revealing her luscious breasts, which he mauled and assaulted with his hands and teeth. Madhu, fascinated by Saleem's erect cock, started sucking on it. And then Selva caught hold of Madhu's thighs, knelt in front of her and entered her in one rapid thrust. "Ummmmmmmmmmggggggg....unh..unh.." Madhu's moans were muffled by Saleem's dick. Selva started varying his speed, slowing down the tempo and then going at it rapidly. Madhu's pussy was sore by this pounding but she was enjoying every moment of it. Her tender breasts were sore too, as Selva and Saleem's massive hands kept crushing them. Some time later Madhu started having small warm shivers and Selva recognized the signs of an impending orgasm. To help her along, he slipped his right hand from her thigh to under her ass and fingered her anus. Madhu noticed this and looked into Selva's eyes. She gave a small nod, as if giving her permission and Selva inserted his finger into her asshole even as his fucking reached the highest tempo yet. Madhu took Saleem's dick out of her mouth, held it in her right hand, and let out a loud moan-yell as she climaxed. The sight of her shuddering and thrashing around pushed Selva over the edge too and he shot his jism into her during her orgasm. Both of them were breathing heavily. Madhu forgot all about Saleem for a while as she pulled Selva towards her and gave him a long passionate kiss. Selva broke the kiss after a while and stood up. Saleem finally lost patience. He pulled Madhu up by her hand and made her stand near the bed. He then said to her, "Take off all your clothes, bitch. I want you completely naked." Madhu unclipped her skirt and it fell at her feet. She then pulled her bunched up blouse over her head, and stood there completely naked. She had another moment of coherence as she realized she was standing naked with two truck drivers. One of them had just shot his semen into her. And the other one was clearly intent on doing the same. She knew she didn't want it. Yet she couldn't resist it as Saleem made her get on all fours. She could not help being aroused and longing for another orgasm as the young man started fucking her doggy style. Selva sat on the floor and looked at them fucking. He knew that this night had just begun. The aphrodisiac did enhance sexual desires but it worked this well only if the woman herself was extremely horny and easy. They had clearly woken up a tigress. And this tigress would keep them up all night. Maybe it was time to get reinforcements, Selva thought to himself. end ______________________________

Badi bahu Hi I am Ridima. I'm 24 years old. I married to a businessman 7 months before the actual story of my life & what does happen in from of me after my marriage. I'll tell you my story in hindi & English mix....... Mari nayee nayee shadi hui hai. Jab se mera rishta is ghar me hua hai tab se hi maine note kya ki mere ghar me har kaam ghar ki BADI BAHU yani ki meri Jithani se hi pooch kar hota tha. Koi bhi ek pani ka glass bhi unke puche bina nahi peeta tha. Although she has got a very good nature but still itni bhi kisi ki nahi chalti apni sasural main. Before further proceedings I'll let you know about my family & family members. We are ten members in the family. Mere Sasur, Meri Saas (dono retired hai aur ghar par hi rehetain hain), Mere Sasur ke chote bhai (he is a paraletic patient he can't move from the bed), Mere Jeth (mere pati ke bade bhai), Meri Jithani (Ghar Ki BADI BAHU), Mere Pati (Mere pati & mere jeth dono ka sanjha business hai aur upar wale ki daya se bahut achcha hai), meri nanad (B.A. Part 2 me padti hai), do chote Devar (Ek 12th main hai Aur dusra 10th main) Aur main. To kahani weha se shuru karti hon ki jab se mera rishta is ghar me hua tabhi se main sunti thi aur dekhti thi ki koi bhi kaam ya koi bhi decision meri jithani ki bina nahi hota tha. Rather I can say that she used to decide each & every thing. Mujhe bhi unhone hi final kiya tha. To meri shadi ho gayee. Maine shurooo se hi note kiya ki Bhabi (meri juthani Badi Bahu) mera bahut khayal rakhti thi. Who choti choti baat note karti thi ki mujhe kuch chahiye to nahi, ya mujhe kuch bure to nahi laga. I was totally impressed with her. Aise hi time nikalt gayaa. Bhabi mujhe kuch kaam nahi karne deti thi wo keheti thi ki abhi aram karo fir to tumne ho karma hai sab kuch. She treats me like her own daughter. Magar ek baat mujhe bahut chubhti thi ki har koi unko hi bulata hai mujhse koi kuch kaam nahi keheta agar main initiative lati thi to sab mujhse kehete the ki "Ridia tum chod do tum se nahi hoga" aur bhabi ko bula lete the. So, one day I decided ki main bilkul unki jaysi banongi. To tab se maine unko follow karma shuru kiya. Wo kya - kab - kaise karti hain. To us din ki baat hai shaam ka samye tha lag bagh 7 baje honge. Maine bhabi ka picha karma shuro kiya. Humara ghar bahut bada hai. Agra koi kisi ko follow kar reha ho to asani se pata nahi chalta. Mere saas sasur 7 baje khana kha lete hai. Bhabi naukar ke sath unke room me ghusi khana lekar aur main khidki pa khadi ho kar dekhne lagi. Bhabi ne palang par khana lagaya aur Mataji & Pitaji ne khana kha liyaa. Bhabi tab tak wahi khadi raheee. Unke khana khane ke baad bhabi ne naukar ko bulaya aur aur use jhothe bartan de diye. Naukar ke jane ke baad bhabi mataji ke per daba rahi thee aur pitaji unke samne aram kursi par baithe the. Mata ji ne bhabi se keha "Bahu ajj inka bahut mann ho reha hai" mai to kuch samji nahi par bhabi turant boli "Ji maa" aur waha se uthee aur jake darwaja undar se band kar liya Aur Mata ji ke pass aa ker baith gayee aur unke pair dabane lagi. Tab tak mujhe kuck samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya ho reha hai. Dheere - Dheere bhabhi pair dabate dabate Mataji ki Sadi ghutne tak kar di. Sasur ji ye dekh rahi the. Unhone apne haat apne lund par rakh kar sehelane lage. Bhabi ne Dheere -2 unke sadi pooree upar kar di jisese unki choot dikhne lagee. Bhabi ne unki choot ko sehelana shooro kiya aur thodi deir baad oil ki bottle me se oil nikal kar unki choot par laga diya achi terha se. Aur apne ungli se fingering karne lagee. Mataji bahut joor jor se saanse lene lagiiiii. Bhabi ne Pitaji ko palang par ane ko keha. Pitaji uth kar un dono ke bagal main baith gayee. Bhabi unki taraf moodi aur Doosre hath se pitaji ki dhoti ko upar kar ke unke lund ko bahar nikal kar sehelane lagi. Wo dusre haath se abhi bhi mataji ki choot me ungli kar rahi thi. Unhone pitaji ka lund apne muh me leke bahut jor jor se chusne lagi. Ye sab kareeb adhe ghante tak chalta reha. Is adhe ghante ke pure time bhabi ke sar par ghunghat tha aur pitaji ne apni taraf se bhabi ko nahi chua tha. Adhe ghante baad Bhabi uthee aur pitaji ko sehara de kar bed par bithaya aur mataji ki tange fila kar pitaji ko unke upar ane ko keha. Pitaji mataji ke upar aye to Bhabi ne peeche se Mataji ki tange utha kar Pitaji ke peeth ke upar tak kar di Aur fir pitaji ne apna lund mataji ki choot me dala aur pelne lage. Uske baad wo done chaloo rahe aur Bhabi unko namashkar kar ke room ke bahar aa gayee. Main deewar ke peeche choop gayee jisese wo mujhe dekh na saken.... 7:45 baj chukka tha. Bhabi weha se nikal kar Bhabi rasoi me se Chachaji (Pitaji ke chote bhai) ke liye khana lene chali gayee. Chacha ji ko khana unhone apne haat se khana khilaya aur fir unka muh saf kiya. Main ye sab kuch darwaje ke peeche se dekh rahi thee. Chachaji bilkul bhi nahi hil sakte the. Bhabi ne unke kapde change karne ke liye utare. Unko kurta pehenaya par dhoti nahi pehenayee. Kharab kapde unhone bathroom me rakhee aur wapas aye. Chachaji ka lund pakad kar unhone sehelana shuroo kiya. Mai to dang rehe gayee. Ye bhabi kya kar rahi hai ek physically disable admi ke sath. Uske bad bhabi ne apna blouse me se ek breast upar se nikal kar chachaji ke muhke pass jaa kar breast pakar kar unke muh me ghusane lagee. Chacha ji unke breast ko dheere - 2 chusne lage. Sath-2 bhabi apne ek hath se chachaji ke lund ko jor jor se hilla rahin thee. Thodi der breast chuswane ke baad bhabi ne ne apne breast undar kar liye aur lund ke pass aa kar aur jor jor se hilane lagi. 5 min baad chacha ji ka pani nikal gaya. Pani nikalte hi maine dekhaa ki chachaji ne apna hath hilaya aur utha kar bhabi ke sar par rakha. Bhabi bahut khush hone lagee aur kehene lageen ki Chachaji bahut improvement hai aur upar wale ne chaha to aap jaldi theek ho jayenge. Fir unhone unka lund saaf kiya aur unko dhoti pehena kar bahar aa gayee. Mere devar (Sonu aur Monu) jinke bord ke exam chal rahe the unko Bhabi hi padaya karti theen. To Chacha ji free ho kar Bhabi Sonu (jiska 12 ka bord tha) uske room me gayee. Bhabi ne usko pucha ki "Sonu beta Padayee ho gayee" Sonu: "Haan Bhabi ho gayee" Bhabi: "Chalo fir ye paper kar ke dikhao" aur bhabi ne usko ek question paper diya aur keha isse 1 hour me khatam karo agar sahi kiya to gift milega. Sonu bola pakka to Bhabi boli pakka beta bilkul pakka. Sonu: "Bhabi pls exam shuru hone se pehele thoda sa mood fresh kar do pls". Bhabi:"nahi pehele exam karo. Sonu:" nahi bhabi pls paper chacha karunga.Plsssssss" . Bhabi boli achcha theek hai magar thoda sa hi kyon ki mujhe bahut kaam hai. Sonu bola theek hai... Aur Bhabi Palang pad baith gayee Aur suno jameen par. Bhabi ne apni tange neeche ki taraf latka di jisese unke pair (foot) Sonu ki goodh me the. Sonu ne Bhabi ke foot ko paglon ki terhan touch karne laga. Wo onkw pairo ko paglon ki tarhan sehla reha tha aur chaat reha tha. Waise main aap logo ko bata doon ki Bhabi bahut hi goori theen aur unke pair aur tange bhi bahut goori aur sundar theen. To Sonu ukne pairo ki unlgeeyon ko lollypop ki terha choos reha tha. Aur us samaye Bhabi bilkul cool baithee the aur news paper pad rahi thee. Thodi der baad jaise hi Sonu upar kar ke unke Ghutno tak pahuncha waise hi bhabi ne uske keha "chalo sonu bas bahut hua baki Test paper karne ke baad. Sonu ne achcha bhabi kehe kar unke pair ke taluye par kiss kiya aur zameen se uth gya. Bhabi weha se uthee aur bahar aa gayee aur Sonu table par baith kar test karne laga. Bhabi weha se nikal kar rasoni me chalee gayee aur khana banana lagi mai bhi unke sath Rasoi me chalee gayee aur unka haath batane lagee. Aur who aise react kar rahi thi ki jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho. I think she is used to it. Bhabi: "Tum aram karo beta". Me" Nahi bahut aram ho gaya mujhe bhi kuch kaam dijiye". Aur uke sath sabzi katne lagi. Thodi der baad Meri Nanand ki awaz aaii "Bhabi bahut zor ki bhuk lagi hai aur neend bhi aa rahi hai please aaoo na". Bhabi: "Ati hoon Gudiya" Aur Bhabi uske karma me Khana leke chalee gayee. Aur usko Khana de kar wapas aa gayee. Mujhe laga yeha to atleast sab kuch normal hai. Bhabi fir Kam me la gayee. Par mai shayad galat thee. Gudiya ki thodi der baad fir se aawaz aayee "Bhabi khana kha liya pls sula do". Bhabi ne mujhko bole ki Ridima pls ye sabzi dekhna mai abhi Gudiya ko sula kar aati koon. Aur who weha se chalee gayee. Mai sabzi band kar ke unke peeche gayee to maine dekha ki Bhabi palang par baithee hui hain aur Gudiya unki godi mein sar rakh kar leti hui hai. Bhabi uske sar par hath fer rahi thi. Thodi der baad Bhabi ne uske garden se hote hue uske breast par (Gown ke upar se) hath ferne lagi. Gudiya ki aanke band thi par usne lambi sanse lena shuru kar diya. Fir Bhabi ne uske Gown me upar se andar hath dala aur dabane lage. Gudiya ka satisfaction uske face par dikh reha tha. 10 min tak bhabi aisa hi karti rahi. Fir bhiabi ne usko pucha ki "kya hua need nahi aa rahi". Gudiya bole nahi. To Bhabi palag se uth kar Gudiya ke pairo ki taraf aayeen aur uske Gown utha kar panty ke upar har diya. Usne Blue colour ki panty pahani thee. Bhabi ne uske panty utar de Aur uske vergine choot par haath ferne lagee. Gudiya bahut Zor - 2 se saans le rahi thee. Fir Bhabi ne apne moh uski choot ke paas le ja ka uske cunt ko apne moh me le kar choosne lagee. Gudiya Bahut zor-2 se apni kamar hi rahi thee. Thodi der baad Bhabi uthee aur fir se uske choot ko sehe lane lagi zor-2 se. Gudiya boli"Bhabi pls unlgi andar daliye na" Bhabi:" Nahi maine timhe mana kiya hai na ki ye tumhara pati hi karega" Aur aur se choot ko sehelane lagi. Thodi der me Gudiya Zad gayee. Aur bhabi ne ne usko panty pehenayee aur fir se aske ser ko apni godi me rakh kar sehelane lagii. 2-3 min me hi Gudiya so gayee. Bhabi ne usko chadar udayee aor light band karke bahar aa gayee. Weha se bhabi Monu ke pass gayee jo ki tarrece par tha, Bhabi"Monu beta cheptar yaad ho gaya" Monu:" ji haan bhabi" Bhabi:"Achcha chalo sunao" Bhabi ne usko kuch question puchee usne unko sab kuch suna diye. Bhabi:"Shabash beta chal ab dusra chepter tyar karo" Aur apni sadi ka pallu hataya aur Monu ka haath leja kar Blouse ke upar se us par rakh diya. Bhabi ke boobs bahut bade the aur wo deep neck ka blouse pehenti thee. To monu unke boobs ko upar se babata reha thodi der mein wo Bhabi ka blouse kolne laga to Bhabi ne bola ki"nahi pahele pure subject khatam karo tab khelne ko dongee". Wo zid karne laga ki" Bhabi pls thoda sa" bahut mann kar reha hai, bhabi plsssss" Bhabi: theek hai bas thoda sa" Aur Bhabi ne uska haath apne blouse me daal diya aur monu unke boobs ko danabe laga. Thodi der baad bhabi ne uska haath bahar nikala aur uske padne ke liye bol kar chalee gayee. Fir Kyon ki ek ghanta ho chukka tha to Bhabi Sonu ke pass wapas gayee. Bhabi: Test paper ho gayaa beta" Sonu:"bas 5min". Bhabi o.k. kehe kar baith gayee 5 min baad sonu ne bhabi ko paper diya aur unke pass bait gya. Bhabi uska paper test karne lagi. Sonu unke pairo me baith kar unse khelne laga. Usne unki sadi Unke Ghutno se upar unki jango tak kar di. Bhabi ki goori - 2 aur sudail tange dekh kar mera bhi mann machal gaya. Bhabi ab usko kuch bhi manaa nahi kar rahi theen. Wo thodi der tak bhabi ki tange sehelata reha aur chateta reha. Fir who log 69 position me ho gaye yanee who bhabi ki tango ke taraf ho kar let gaya aur unki tango se khelne laga aur Bhabi ne dheere se uski pant ki zip ko kar uska lund nikal kar sehelane lagi. Fir unhone uske lund ko chusna shuru kar diya. Sonu Bhabi se bola: "Dalne do pls" Bhabi ne bola ki"nahi abhi nihi tum abhi chote ho, Tumhare jab 12 kar result ayega aur tumhari agar first division aye to tumhe dalne dungee pakka" aur fir se do no apne-2 kaamo me mast ho gaye. Bhabi ke muh me hi Suno ka paani nikal gayaa. Bhabi ne sara pani piyaa aur Sonu ke lund to apni tongue se saaf kiya aur usko sone ka kehe kar asku room se baahar aa gayee. Main ye sab kuch dekh kar Bahut hairan thee. Samajh nahi aa reha tha ki kaise react karoo. ______________________________ Reply With Quote #193 Old 30th October 2011 bondjamesbond09's Avatar bondjamesbond09 bondjamesbond09 is offline Raj Join Date: 19th January 2011 Location: In Your Heart Posts: 6,673 Rep Power: 20 Points: 8049 bondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autograph UL: 224.00 kb DL: 38.50 mb Ratio: 0.01 Hot Hi dear fiends, I am ZUBAIR back with new story . Jaisa kay main nay pehlay ap ko pishli story main bataaia tha kay main summer vocation main mamoon kay ghar aaia hua tha . aUR YAHAN SABI LOG MULTNAN GHAY HUAT THAY. Aur main , mera cousin Adeel aur os ki kahla ka beta AJMAL ghar per thay. Jis raaat ko on dono nay mujhay fuck kia yeh story os say aglay din ki hay. Ajmal ki sister tution perhati thi. Os say perny kay liay kush larkian bi aaati thi jin main aik larki ka nam aysha tha. she was almost 19 years old with nice figures.Ajmal ki os kay saaath kush gup shup bi thi lakin itni nahi thi. Janay say aik din pehlay baji nay os say kaha tha bcoz wo matric ki student thi aur os kay di waste nahi honay chaaahiay thay is liay baqion ko to 7 din kay liay leave day di. magar os ko kaha kay tum aa jana tumko mera cousin zubair perhaa dia keray ga.( bcoz main nay abi abi o level kia tha aur matric ka syllabus meray liay kush bi nahi tha is liay i could easily teach her ) . Wo chunkay aik pernay wali larki h=thi. is liay wo bi apna time waste nahi kern achahti thi.. is liay wo man ghai . Phir wo log to MULTAN chalay gaay aur raaat ko adeel aur ajmal nay mujhay fuck kia. Aglay din hum sara din philmain dekhtay rahay aur isi tarah 3 baj ghay. derwazay per knocking hui to ajmal nay khola aur wo samnay kharri thi. ajmal nay os ko andar anay ko kaha aur os ko drwing room main batha dia. wo baith ker books khol ker perny lagi aur main thori air main ten shen ho ker andar gia os nay mujhay salam kia aur main nay waslam kaha. main beth gia aur os ko perhana shuru ker dia. Main andar anay kay baad derwaza khula shor ker aia tha aur samnay adeel aur ajmal BP dekh rahay thay . hum log is tarah bethay huay thay kay os ka mun derwazzzay ki tarif tha aur masroof rahi phir achank os ki nazar samnay pari to main nay mahsooos kia kay os ka chehra laaal ho gi atha. main phir koi 30 minutes tak os ko sahi tareqay say samjhat araha lkakin main note ker raha tha kay ab os ki attention parhaaai main nahi rahi thi wo bar bar mujh say nazar chura ker odher dekh rahi thi.Os nay kapray kaaafi tang pehnay huay thay. aur phir mian nay mahsoos kia kay os kay nipples kharay honay lag gay thay aur os ka hath apnay jism o mujh say ankh chura ker message ker raha tha. Main dil hi dil main khush honay laga bcoz we wanted this.Ab main nay apna aik paaaon os kay paan kay qareeb rakh dia. aur phir os ko touch ker dia os nay paon ko hataaia nahi tha. ab main nay mahsoos kai kay wo parhaaai main bilkul tawaja nahi lay rahi . mai os kay qareeb hona shuru ho gia aur phir mai nay apna aik hath perhatay huay os ki ran per rakh dia jis per os nay ankhain band ker liaur main nay halka sa hath hala dia os kay mun say ah nikli aur wo muskra di . main samjh gia kay osay yeh asha lag raha hay. main nay apna hath aur os ki raan per phirna shuru ker dia to wo maza lenay lagi phir mi nay achana k apna hath hata lia os nay ankhain band rakhaty huay kaha kay ruk kui gay ho? os ka yeh kehnay tha kay main nay os ki books band ker din. aur os hath say paker kar bed per dhaka day dia aur wo late ghai main bed kay oper betha is tarah kay meray paon zameen pe rthay. main nay os kay breasts pe rhath rakh dia aur os ko sahlanay laga. wo kehnay lagi AAAAAHhhhhhh zubair plz ahista ... mai n nay kaha kay tumhain maza aa raha hay ? kehnay lagi kay yes. Main nay kaha kay agar tum chaho to hum rtumhain full maza dain gay lakin aik shara per . kehnay lagi kon si sharat. main nay kaha tumhain aj raaat yahin rukna ho ga. kehnay lagi lakn yeh kaisya ho sakt ahay. main nay kaha kay tumharay ghar phone ker detay hian kay tum aj nahi aa asako gio tests waghera denay hain aur kaaafi kam rehta hay. kehnay lagi lakin ghar walay yaqeen nahi kerain gay main nay kaha kay Adeel larkoi n ki tarah awaz nikal kay ajmal ki sister ban ker kah day ga aur on ko yaqeeen a jay ga.( os kay ghar walon ko is bat ka nahi pata tha kay baji aur ghar walay idhar nahi hain kay main osay perhaaaon ga ) is liay os nay kaha theeek hay . phir min nay os ko odher shora aur aur ja ker adeel aur ajmal ko sari baat bataai Wo buhat khush huay. Main ajmal ko ley ker kamray min aaa gia jabkay adeel phone kerny laga . hum log kamray main aay to aysha bed per leti hui thi aur apnay hath say apnay breasts ko masal rahi thi.hum aa aker os kay pass beth ghay aur main nay os kay lips per apanay lips rakh diay aur kiss kernay laaga . Ajmal os kay breasts ko sahlanay laga. thori dair main adeel bi aa gia os nay bataaia kay wo phone ker chuka hay aur os kay ghar walon nay ijazat day di hay.aDEEL OS KI TANGON KO SAHLANAY LAGA. MAIN AB OS KI ZUBAN CHOOS RAHA THA. AJMAL OS KAY MUMON KO OPER SAY HI SAHLA RAHA THA. PHIR AJMAL NAY OS KI QAMEEZ OPER KI TO MAIN NAY PAKER KER UTAR DI AUR SATH HI ADEEL NAY OS KI SHALWAR KHENCH KER UTAR DI. AB wo brazer main thi aur paty main thi . adeel os ki tangon ko chatnay laga. Aur ajmal o skay breasts ko choosnay laga main continuously os kay lips aur zuban suck ker raha tha. osay bara maza aa raha tha aur os kay mun say siskrian nikal rahi thi AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HHHHHHHHHHHHHhaa aaaa sssssssssssssssss. Phir min utha aur main ay apnay saray kapray utar diay aur phir ajmal nay aur saaath hi adeel bu naga ho gia aur hamraya lun semi errect thay. Phir ajmal nay os ko khara kia aur os ko agay saay apnay sath laga lia. Os ka lun aysha ki rano kay dermian say doosri side per nikal raha tha Main nay os kay peechay aak ker os ki hips kay lips ko khol ker apnay lun ko os ki ass hole kay ioper rakh dia aur peechay sy os ko daba lia. Aur os kay ear tips ko choosnay laga . Ajmal nay os ka aik muman mun main lah rakha tha Adeel nay side per kahar ho ker os ka doosra muman choosna shuru ker dia .. wo mazay main doobay ja rhi thi. Main nay os ko aaahista aaahista peeshay say push kerna shuru kia to osay maza nay laga Ajml bi agay peeshay slightly move ker raha tha aur is say os ki phudi ko oppper say jerk mil rahi thi . Thori hi dair main wo buhat hot ho ghai aur awazain nikalnay lagin AAAAAAHhhhhh aur zoooooooor44 sssaaay suuuuck kerooo aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh kkhhhhaa jjao iin ko . aur hum apnay kam min taiz hotay ghay. aur phir taiz honay kay baad wo acahank thandi pernay lagi . aur os ki phudi say pani nikal ker neechay os ki tagon kay ssaaath behnay laga.. Wo muskuranay lagi. Hum logon nay apna km jari rakha aur thori dair min wo buhat gharam hoi ghai . AJmal nay os ko shora. aur phir main nay bi shor dia Adeel os ko paker ker bed per lay gia. os ko seedha lita dia. Ajmal ka khial tha kay pehlay main ander dalon lakin , hum nay decide kia kay bcoz Adeel ka llun hum teenon say ziada sakhat tha is liay aysha ki seal adeel toray ga. Phir os ki bund kay neechay do takiay rakh ker adeel os kay oper aa gia aur apnay lun ko cream lag di. o chumnkay aik baar chut chuki thi aur ab hot thi is liay os ki pphudi chikni thi.Adeel nay lun ko phudi per rakah aur os ko kiss kernay laga aur saaath hi apnay lun ko os ki phudi per ragrnay lag. Wo siskrian lenay lagiii AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh. Os ko bedhian dekh ker Adeel nay halka sa jerk dia aur topa andher chala gia jis ko os nay bari mushkil say berdashat kia. Ab adeel nay lun bahir kai aur phir utna hi ander kai aur aisay kerny laga jis ki waja say os ko maza anay laga aur saaath main kisssing jari thi. Aur phir aik strong push lagaaia aur os say pehlay Adeel Os kay hont apnay honton say seal kerna nahi bula tha. Wo cheekhna chah rahi thi magar Os say cheekha nahi ja rha tha. Ab adeel nay 2-3 aur jerk lagay t o os ka sara lun os kay under chla gia. aur ab adeel os per late gia ur kissing jari rakhi . Jab wo normal ho ghai to o snay lun bahir nikal . Ab aysha ko DOGY style mnin bana dia aur Adeel os kay neechay aa ker apna lun os ki phudi main alnay laga. Adeel ka lun ander chala gia to adeel nay aysha kay breasts ko paker ker sahlanay laga aur saaath main os ko aahista say fuck kerna shuru ker dia Hum dono say berdashat na hosaka. Main aysha kay peeshay aa ker apnay lun ko cream laga lia ur ungli say cream laga ker os ki gand main gusanay laga wo buhat tight thi lakin kaaafi koshish kay baad ab meri ungli aassaaani kay sath os ki bund main ander bahir ho rahi thi. Ajmal nay apnay lun os kay mun main dal diaaur wo is ko choosnay lagi. Main nay apna lun sorakh per rakaha aur os ki hips ko tightly paker lia aur saath hi ajmal nay os ka sar paker ker zore say apna lun os kay halak tak utar dia aur main nay aik zor ka push lagia wo apni bund ko left right gumanay lagi. cheekhnay ki nakam koshish kernay lagi meri student bechari aysha mage main nay beghair dair lagay 4-5 jerks main os ki perwaaa kia beghair os ki gand main lun dal dia Ansooo os ki galon per aa ghay thay . phir main nay ande r bahir kerna shuru ker aur phir os ko maza anay laga. she was moaning now a little bitAAAAHhhhhhhhhhh. sath main wo ajmal ka lun chooose rahi thi. Adeel ki speed ab barh ghai thi. Lakin mainn ay jaisay kay pishli story main bataaia tha kay adeel ka lun buhat hard hay aur os ka stamina buhat ziada hay. 10 minute kay baad main os ki gand main taiz honay laga aur phir aik dharii si nakli aur main nay pura lun agay ker diay aur mera tubwell os ki soookhi zameeen ko faizyab kernay laga. ( bcoz mera stamina ziada nahi hay aur saath main os ka sarakh bi kaaaf tight hay is liay main jaldi chooot gia) main nay apna lun bahir nikala to ajmal nay meray sath jaga change ker li aur main nya apna lun os kay mun main dal dia aur ajmal nay os ki bund main. Adeel badastooor os ki phudi mar raha tha aur os ki speed kaaafi barghai thi. mujhay apna lun chuswanay main bara maza aa raha tha. mera lun khara honay laga . Adeel ki speeed ab mxi9mum thi aur phir os nay oper ki janib aik zordar jatka lagaaia aur pura luln os kay ander ker dia aur ruk gia main samjh gia kay wo chuttt raha hay. Aysha is doran 3 bar chut chuki thi . phir adeel ilahdia ho gia aur mera lun full khara ho gia tha. ab main naay bi apna lun os ky mun say nikal lia aur AJMAL ab os ki gand ko dono hathon say thamay osay kutia banaay os ki gand mnaray ja raha tha. aur phir yakdam wo agay ho ker aysha kay oper bend hop gia. aur chutnay laga. aur phir os nay apna lun bahir nikal lia. Aysha ki gand do luno ki mannni say bari hui thi aur os ki phudi ka hall bi zara mukhtalif nahi tha bcoz kay wo adeeel kay lun say khul chuki thi. Aysha ab muskra rahi thi . Adeel aur ajmal kay lun ab slim thay aur meray lun kahar hua tha . Main bed per baith gia aur sath aysha lat e ghai . os kay sar kay nechay 2 takiay rakh diay takay os ka sar oper ho jay aur os nay mun more ker meray lun koi chusna shuru keer dia. jabkay ajmal nay os ki phudi per mhun laga lia aur adeel os ki mumon ko chusnay laga. thori dair main wo gharam ho ghai aur mera lun ab jatkay khnay laga tha . Main nay os ko side by side lata dia aur os kay back side per os ki taraf mun ker kay late gia aur os ki aik tang pe r utha ker os ki phudi main dal dia. aur fucking shuru ker di wo maza lah rahi thi ajmal ka lun bi choose rahi thi aur phir ajmal hard honay ka baaad os ki agli side per late gia aur main nay apna lun os ki phudi say nikal ker bund main dal dia aur ajmal nay phudi main dal dia aur adeeel os ko lun chatwanay lga. AAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh friends bara maza aaaa raha tha. wo moaning ker rahi thi aur hum teeenon cousins os kay teeno sorakhon main apnay apnay lun daly huay os ki mar rahay thay. hamari speed bharti ghai aur ab ki bar ajmal os ki phudi main chut gia aur seprate ho gia mmain pos ki gand mar raha tha aur aik jatakay main main nay apna lun os ki gand say nikal ker os ki phudi main dal dia aur os ko chodhnay laga. Adeel ka lun ab hard ho chuka tha . Phir main nay lun bahir nikala aur os ko bed kauy kinaray per side by side lieta ker bend ker dia i starah kay main aur adeeel zameeen per sath sath kharay thay to os ki phudi meray lun kay target oer thi aur adeel ka lun os ki gand per tha . Phir hum dono nay aik sath apna apna kam shuru kia aur taizi say os ko fuck kernay lagay . Ajmal apna lun os ko choswanay laga aur ab wo baray mazay say chudwa rai thi . Adeel nay wahshion ki taharh os ko chodna shuru ker dia aur os ki bund kay honto per thapar marnay shuru ker diay jis say osay aur ziada maza anay laga aur ajmal apna lun os ko chutwabnay kay saaath saaath os kay brests ko bari baidardi say masal raha tha. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhh ki maza aaa raha tha. Main ab chutnay wala tha. aur phir min os ki phudi main hi apni mannni giranay laga. aur adeel nay os ki gand kay tahlkay macha dia CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUUP CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUP kamray main hamari josh say chekhain , os ki siskrian , aur lun ander bahir say honay wali awazain bara sarooor paida ker rahi thi . aur phir AJMAL chutnay per aiay to lun os kay halak tak lay ja ker chutna shuru ker dia aur wo chudhaker, slit mannni ko baray mazay peeenay lagi. Idhar Adeeel nay 7-8 puray zore say jerk lagaay jo os ki gand main andgher tak membren e ko touch kiay to os ki halki si mazay bari cheekahin nikal ghai aur saaath hi adeeel ka lun manni shornay laga. aur phir bahir nikal liua. AYHA KI PHUDI AUR GAND K HALLL BUHAT KHARAB HO CHUKA THA GAND KAAAAFI KHUL CHUKI THI AUR PPHUDDDI BI SOOOJHCHUKI THI Phir hum nay os ko shore dia aur doooodh main honey dal ker sabi nay pia. aur phir so ghayyyyy. Subha uth ke bechari apni sooojhi phudddi aur khuli gand lay ker apnay ghar chali ghai aur hum next planes bannanay lagy ______________________________ Reply With Quote #194 Old 30th October 2011 bondjamesbond09's Avatar bondjamesbond09 bondjamesbond09 is offline Raj Join Date: 19th January 2011 Location: In Your Heart Posts: 6,673 Rep Power: 20 Points: 8049 bondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autographbondjamesbond09 has celebrities hunting for his/her autograph UL: 224.00 kb DL: 38.50 mb Ratio: 0.01 sexiest bahu -------------------------- As I stepped down the stairs, shutting the door behind me, I heard the sounds of Aisha moving around in the kitchen. I stepped forward and moved across to the sink. We didn't speak. The sound of the radio playing at the lowest volume was the only one in the otherwise quiet house. "What?" I asked, knowing that someone needed to say something. "Nothing." she answered, leaning against the fridge. "Just wondering when you're going to tell me 'We shouldn't be here.'" I grinned, leaning back against the sink. "Will it do any good?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She returned the smile, shaking her head. "No - I really don't think so." Reaching over she switched on the kettle. "I'll make coffee. Do you want some?" I nodded my head. After a couple of minutes, during which not a single word was whispered, the kettle whistled and she turned to make the coffee. She handed me the drink, then curled herself in the armchair. I leaned back, nursing my own hot cup. "Can I know what you are thinking?" I asked as I blew on the drink, taking a hesitant sip. She started to shake her head and then paused, her eyes lighting up. In the background, the radio DJ announced a new song. "Can I ask you something?" she asked me, her voice soft. "Yes." I answered. "Do you find me attractive me?" she asked. I nodded gently. "Yes." I replied. "Very much so." She smiled, her expression sending bursts of warmth through me. "I just want you to know," she started, "that I want you - the fact that you are my husband's own dad doesn't and can't change that." She nodded once. "Good night." she murmured then, turning and leaving. I tried to smile, but it was difficult. "I... I'm sorry." I said, stopping her. She remained silent, still watching me. I'm surprised at how beautiful she looked. I struggled for the words that will explain what I'm feeling, and why... but they did not come. "I'm an idiot." I managed to say, in complete desperation. She smiled, slowly. "No, you aren't," she said. I insisted. "Yes - yes I am. I had the world's most beautiful woman in my life, someone I wanted very much, and I let her be married to my son. I'm an idiot." Her smiled increased as she stood away from me. Hesitantly I took a step towards her, grateful when she didn't back away. "I'm sorry, Aisha." I murmured quietly. She nodded and looked away. "It's ok. Really." After a moment I turned, moving over to where she was. I'm doing the right thing, my conscience reminded me. I took that last step towards her, pulling her into a hug. "Abhi loves you." She shook her head. "Abhi loves the idea of being in love with me." "It's not fair you know," I whispered after a long pause. Her breathing quickened, and her voice almost squeaked when she answered. "What's not fair?" "He doesn't deserve you, he never did." I watched her and I could see the surprise in her eyes. I felt awful talking about my son that way, but it was the truth. I had to send her to him. She had to- "Aisha, I think you need to go now," I whispered. "I can't-" I couldn't be responsible for what might happen if she stayed another minute. "Not tonight, Amit. I'm not going anywhere tonight." Her arms slipped around me and pulled me even closer and her warmth was like a healing balm. I sighed against her mouth and gave myself over to the feelings that I'd been missing for so long, maybe forever. "What?" she asked, pulling only slightly away. "It's just ... so right." "I feel the same way." "Thank God," I sighed. I needed to touch her so badly. I needed my hands on her body and I was afraid to ask. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it just as quickly. "What?" she asked. "I- I just -" "Just tell me." She smiled tenderly into my eyes. Tentatively I reached my fingers out to touch her face. I touched her cheek and followed her hairline from one side to the other before slipping my fingertips into the soft curls on her neck. I wrapped a tiny curl around my fingertip, gratified when Aisha closed her eyes and sighed. "I need you," she said shyly. I skimmed my hand down her side, resting my hand on her rib cage, my thumb just beneath her breast. I sighed and searching her face. "I need to know something." "Anything, Amit. You know you can ask me anything." "Do you love him? I mean, do you REALLY love him?" My heart beat wildly in the awkward silence as I waited for her to speak. "No. I never have." "Then why -" "Because of you ... you are the reason why." "That's not enough any more," he whispered. "I don't want to be your father-in-law" "But...?" She was confused. "Because," I smiled, "your father-in-law can't do this." Gently I kissed her, just at the corner of her mouth. "Or this," I brushed my lips over hers. "Amit -" She sighed and tried to pull me closer. "Fathers-in-law don't lie awake at night wondering what it would be like to make love with their son's wife..." "You do?" She pulled back so that I could see her face. "I do," I nodded, blushing. She smiled back as I rubbed my thumb along her lower lip. "What else don't fathers-in-law do?" she asked quietly. "They don't imagine covering their son's wife naked body with kisses... I'm so sorry." It was all I could say and it would never be enough. "I wanted you so bad, I wanted to show you what love was really like, what it could feel to be with the right man." "Show me, Amit." "That's not right." "Yes, it is. I'd never wanted anything more than I want this. Amit, make love with me." She shifted against me. Her arm rested on my chest. Absently tracing patterns on her back, I closed my eyes. As my fingers hovered in the small of her back, however, a shiver ran through her and I smiled. Without opening my eyes, I repeated the caress, my smile widening when her body reacted once again. "What are you doing?" she asked softly, the question slightly muffled. "Nothing," I said. She's smiling again, I could tell. Slowly, her hand began to move on my chest. I shifted slightly under her touch, acknowledging that she can play this game just as well as I. If it's a seduction then it's a slow, sweet and languid one - neither of us rushing in any way whatsoever. But gradually it intensified, the sensations rising. Taking the initiative, her hand left my chest, moving lower as she caressed my abdomen. Her fingers paused there, and I shuddered. "Sorry." she whispered under her breath and I smiled, releasing my breath. How did she do that? I wondered briefly. Know what I'm thinking time and time again? Lower and lower her hand stroked, moving from my sides to my stomach again and again, always teasing. Witch, I think affectionately, only for my breathing to alter as I felt her fingers darting along the waistband of my boxers. Her smile widened, lips caressing my chest as she let her palm slide over the silk material, her hand cupping me. I couldn't resist a sharp gasp at the contact as her hand caressed me, the silk sliding under her fingers. Letting my hand move in a long sweep from her neck to her ass, I pressed her against my hip before letting my hand trail upwards once more, this time slipping my hand under the material of her clothes, caressing the naked skin. She sighed ever so softly, her tongue colliding with my skin as she licked her lips. The accidental caress affects me much more than I cared to admit. Her eyes were open, staring at me, and I smiled down at her. A split-second later, she matched the expression, giving me one of those wide, almost blinding smiles that I've come to treasure. Sometimes I thought the only reason I cracked jokes at all is so I can be on the receiving end of a Aisha-smile. Lightly, I let my hand move, once again drawing aimless patterns on her skin as my hand slowly moved upwards, fingers dancing as they reached her breasts. Cupping one, and then the other, I imagine what they looked like, touch taking the place of that over-used sense for the time being. With my thumb, I brush feather-light patterns across the already stiff nipples, teasing her as she had done to me. Her breathing quickens slightly as I caress her, her eyelids dropping slightly to present me with a hooded gaze, a mesmerizing effect. Her hand moves then, reaching to resume her previous actions and my breathing follows the same speed as hers as her fingers slip under the material, her warm palm meeting my flesh. Bending over slightly, I remove my hand from under her top, instead pushing the material aside as I lower my lips to her skin, tasting the unique flavour of her flesh. Greedily, my mouth moves across her skin before settling on her breast, my tongue flicking across the rock-hard tip. She gasps at the caress, her body arching slightly, and I smile against her body, soon transferring my attention to her other breast. After what seems like only a few seconds of me tasting her skin, her form twisting against me, Aisha pulls me to the floor. Lying on my back, I watch slightly surprised, as she straddles my legs, deliberately grinding her hips down to mine. Instinctively and without control, I return the action, both of us breathing heavily with the contact. My hands move to her hips, tightening around her waist as she sits there and after a moment she smiles at me again. I mimic it easily, raising one hand to cup her cheek. She rubs against my palm for a brief moment before shifting, fingers reaching for and removing her nightie. Before I can even think to move, let alone appreciate the beauty of her naked body above me, she leans forward, lowering her torso as her lips meet with my neck. Nibbling softly on the sensitive skin, she licks and strokes her way down to my chest, her tongue darting out to suckle briefly on my nipples. I shudder slightly at the contact, my hands still gripping her waist. Sliding down to the centre of my chest, she draws her tongue down the thin brown hairs to my navel, her hands gripping the edge of my boxers as she lowers them out of the way. Raising her head she stares at me, that mischievous smile returning to her lips and I find myself holding my breath as her feet remove the boxers from my legs. My hands rise to her shoulders as she slips further down my body, before lowering her lips to my abdomen once again. She soon lets them traverse to the side of my groin and I just know that that mischievous, wicked smile of hers is in place as she nuzzles my thighs, depositing playful licks along the way. Unable to keep silent now, I gasp uncontrollably, unsure as to how much more I can take. Regardless of the effect this torture is having on me, she continues to tease, heated flicks of her tongue caressing my inner thighs. "Aisha... please..." I groan under my breath. She takes pity on me then, her mouth settling over my cock and I almost lose control then and there; the sensation of her hot wet mouth surrounding me, her tongue rolling around and over me. Sucking slightly, she brings me to full arousal, her fingers moving to stroke me. Thought has all but vanished completely, ecstasy taking it's place, but a small part of my mind is still working and with a groan reverberating in my throat I reach down, reluctantly pulling her away and up my body, rolling to the side. Her arms wind around my neck without protest, my fingers sweeping down her sides to remove her underwear. As they trail back up her legs, dancing along her thighs, her legs part aand I let my fingers seek the heat I know is there. She's already wet, her juices flowing over my fingers as I stroke her. Gently, but insistently, I caress her, searching for her clit. As I find it, she gasps, shuddering beneath me, her nails painlessly digging into my shoulder blades. "Oh..." she gasps. I slowly remove my fingers. Carefully positioning myself, my arms against the floor beside her head, I slowly push into her - moving until I can feel myself brushing against her pubic hair. She moans, low and deep beneath me, her legs rising to wrap around my waist, her ankles locking. Mimicking the sound, my forehead drops slightly, resting against hers as we pant, accustoming ourselves to this change. "You okay?" I ask with what little oxygen left in my lungs, almost dying from the silky feel of her body clenching around mine. She nods slightly, her eyes wide as she stares at me. "Don't stop," she answers breathlessly before letting a smile soften her features. I smile as I brush a kiss to her forehead, feeling her arms tighten around me. Then slowly I pull back before ever so slowly thrusting in again. I'm so close that I doubt I'll be able to keep this slow pace for much longer, but determinedly I fight with my body, wanting this to last. Linking her fingers at the base of my neck, she thrusts up against me, her hips grinding against mine. Groaning, I bite my lip, pulling out of her again and then against my will, pushing back in immediately. She responds eagerly, a moan escaping her lips as she urges me on and I realize belatedly that there's not a chance of this lasting. "Next time." I mutter, burying my face in her neck, tongue tasting the sweat on her skin. "Next time we go slow." I can feel her nod, her cheek brushing against mine. "Next time." she moans, agreeing with me, her body gripping mine, and control flees. Tension rising, I thrust into her without reason, her hips moving in concert with mine, each connection drawing me deeper and deeper into her body. I can feel her breath against the crook of my neck, hot and moist as she pants, tiny sounds escaping her lips as she moans. Her body tautens beneath mine, her hips colliding with mine in a rhythm that's fast losing style. With a sharp cry she arches up around me, her arms locking around my neck, her body clenching around me; pulsating for what seems like eternity. Unable to do anything but follow her, I buck against her frantically for a moment before tensing, my body shuddering into hers, her name drawn from my lips in the guise of a low moan, only to be absorbed by her skin. We stay like that, locked in a post-orgasmic embrace for what seems like eternity as I fight to regain sanity and oxygen. After awhile I shift, slipping out of her and a small murmur of protest is breathed from her lips as I do so. Unwilling to let the contact end completely, I keep her close. "That was nice." she whispers then, her voice soft and slightly sleepy. ______________________________

My story happened about a year before. My name is Shakunthala*. I am 36 now & even now, I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my large breasts (38d), bit fatty stomach, and especially my firm bottom and muscular thighs get the most attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them off. I'm not really old fashion but I normally used to be in the traditional south indian saree. My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so he has insisted that I will take care of the house. We have a daughter & a boy. They both were in the school. It was that time only, I happened to meet Senthil. He is distant relative of my husband. He is related to my hubby's sis's. He might be around 27, highly energetic & masculine. When my hubby's sis came to India, she stayed at our house. That time, Senthil started to come to our house. He is a good looking person with good body and very charming face. He is very talkative by nature and cue some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality. As the time passed, his visit to our house became very regular, even after my hubby's sis's family left back abroad. He started to visit atleast once a week on weekend and used to stay the whole day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that every one, even my husband started to accept Senthil as one among of our closed ones. Everyday, once my children went off to school and husband to the office, I would have a many hours alone at home. Now I had the company of Senthil. He used to come so frequently, as he was jobless, at that time. Senthil was always good to have around, helping me and keeping up some conversation. I seemed to be comfortable in talking with him & often Senthil used to mention that I had a good and warm voice. I seemed inquisitive and asked him about his daily routines, his time-passes & other details. This sort of conversation went on regularly for about a month, as almost once in two days, he used to come and apparently his sense of humor and frankness excited me. We used to have a wonderful conversation and he told me that he wanted to have a lady elder to him, as his girlfriend. I was surprised at his statement and I said that I too wanted a young man like him as my campanian, to share my desires & to make life more relaxed. And it became routine, for me to have Senthil at my house & I felt I miss him a lot at his absense. It was after some days that I noticed that, while alone, Senthil started paying more than usual attention to my breasts. Being used to living alone, I was a little careless about my dress at home and on more than a few occasions, I found him peeping and staring at them. At first I thought, it must be only my imagination but when I observed and confirmed it, it excited me too in a strange way. In order to make sure that it was so, I sometimes intentionally let the pallu of my saree fall off while I bend to give him coffee or some cold drinks, so that he would have a good view. Invariably, his eyes would drop off and get fixed on them. I noticed that even while talking to me, his eyes made a regular stares on my succulent breasts. When he noticed me observing him staring like that, he would be embarrassed and then try not to look again. But again after some time, his eyes would repeatedly return to my boobs. After all, he is also a sex-starved young man, I thought and did not give it much thought. But since I fail to curtail those acts, it further encouraged him. Senthil became bold enough to give me that lustful look all the time when he was around with me... but I used to ignore his looks but still he would look longingly at my body and give me that "I want you looks". Senthil is only 9 years younger to me. He is fit, and shapely, not bad at all, he is about 6' tall, sexy, muscular, fair, has dark hair, and small little eyes....the first time I lay my eyes at him, I saw a deep lust and desire in his eyes for me, on many occasions I found him staring lustily at my tits.... Senthil's eyes were sending me those "I want you" messages for some time now, I was fully aware of the fact that my presence affect his cock tremendously that he is dying to fuck me, and that his dick gets erected each time I was in close proximity with him and he had eyes only for me, I saw his cock getting erected on many times when we were alone and how he tried to cover it with embarrassment. He would look admiringly at my body..... I then realised that Senthil had hots for me.. .... I didn't give him much response, even though I cannot completely ignore him. The reason being, though my sex life is good, but as far as my view point is concern, I am not fully happy as my husband takes sex as a routine process. As my husband is in to the business of garment export, he frequently travels in and around India & abroad also. Because of that, the frequency of we both involving in sex had got reduced now-a-days. He is very rigid in his thinking and he is also very shy kind of person. He won't find sex as a pleasure of life and one has to enjoy it. He always do some kissing and then get roused and then he fucks me without doing any foreplay. When he discharged, he just go to bed. So I want some thing new in this routine life. I had lot of reading on Oral Sex and Anal sex and other aspect of different sex positions and other stuff like that. But due to our family and my husband, I was very much shy to talk about it with my hubby. I was always very much intrested on oral sex but he don't like it. Even I wanted to know some of the technique of self pleasure also. Any way, my sex life since my marriage, all these years, was without much excitement. But then, since Senthil's entry into my life, I find more thrilled deep in my heart, about his acts. But the fact that I am a married woman in a respectable family, has always prevented me from succumbing into his pressure. Finally I decided to make an end to this debacle. I don't want to continue still further, with lots of confusions & hesitations in my mind. So I asked Senthil to come the next day, as my husband would be away on a business trip & my children were already had gone to my mom's place for vacation. I told him that I needed to talk an important matter to him. That day was a Thrusday, 10th May. I asked Senthil to come at around 11:00 in the morning. On that day, I wore a simple light blue printed saree with matching blouse. I wore one bangle, simple ear rings and a very thin and simple mangalsutra. I have decided to appeal more simpler before Senthil. And I ensured that our presence should be more private & alone. So, I had even send away the servant maid that day. Senthil came exactly at the time mentioned. He was wearing jeans and a shirt. We sat and made some polite conversation where we recounted some of the topics we had spoken about previously. But my body was wet to some extent, due to the sweating as well as due to the hesitation of how to start telling him. So I started asking him naughtily, "So, what do you think of me now?" Immediately Senthil replied, "You're more cute now than I saw you before." I got little embarrassed with his answer. But I smiled and slowly held his hand. I said, "I like your frankness.... I always see you as my close friend." I shook his hand and smiled. I thought this would be a better way to convey my thoughts. After a few seconds of silence, Senthil told me, "Its a pleasure to have a nice beautiful aunty like you, as my best friend" he smiled and gazed at me in a naughty look. After this exchange, silence again reigned. But he began to sneak peeks at me; I saw with my fine peripheral vision. Finally the point was reached. Atleast now, I should make my point clear. So with a determined thought, I asked him straightly, " Tell me- what do you want from me, why are you coming so often?". He didn't except a direct question like this from me. He paused for a while & looked at me. So I again asked him, "Come-on Senthil... Don't hesitate. You can come out frankly as no one is around. I need an honest answer from you..." I said. That sort of encouragement is enough for Senthil. And before I could stop myself, I found him saying " Nothing other than to be able to kiss u all over once.. You are a very beautiful woman and I think u should be loved the way you deserve, atleast once.." I was shocked to hear this from Senthil. My breast were heaving up and down and in shock, a very light "oooooooohhhhhhhh" escaped from my lips. I asked him, "Only kiss.you promise you will not do anything else?", to which he said "I will not do anything that you do not want me to do, that's a promise." I don't know what to reply. So I told him "ok, we will see some other day." Instinctively, Senthil stood up & leaned in front of me and asked me "why not right now Mami? Do you have an hour or so to spare?" I was speechless for a few seconds and then said "oh my god, this is so sudden, you should give me some time atleast to think about your proposal." To which Senthil came out directly & said "This is the right time Sakku mami... No one is around... I am ready for the test and we shall get inside the bedroom and start immediately, IF YOU WANT." I couldn't make immediately any judgements. I couldn't believe that Senthil had so much guts to call me to the bedroom. But deep in my heart, I liked his guts. After a few more minutes of "oh no", "how can I." I somehow got convinced by him & he made me to start for the bed room. But I kept saying " I know I will not be able to stop with just kissing." over and over again. I knew what this may lead to but Senthil was quick enough to carry me over to the bedroom. Obviously, he didn't want to miss a chance like this. Once in the bed-room, Senthil switched on the AC and turned around me. I was trembling all over, my heart beatings racing up like anything......so he led me to the sofa and made me sit down. Then he offered me a glass of cold water from the refrigerator in the room. He then assured me he was a gentlemen and again said, "I will not do anything that you do not want me to do, that's a promise." I got bit relaxed by his statement. Slowly I came to the normal state. Then he gently began to stroke my hands. He took my palm into his hands & asked me, "Shall I kiss your beautiful palm?...." Now, the initiative was taken by him and believe it or not this time, there was no surprises for me and slowly accepted his offer. Senthil gave a gentle kiss on the back of my palm. This was the moment, the kiss on my palm send a current in my body and the heat was on, and the heat had percolated into my palms. Slowly I am getting ready for the eventuality. That moment, the phone bell ranged, which made us to come to our senses. I stood up & went to pick up the phone but still I was rather unsteady and felt Senthil standing behind me to balance me when I took the phone hook. As I start to answer the call, Senthil gently rubbed the sides of my hips. I want to stop him doing that, so when I turned to tell him, the next thing I knew was his mouth was touching mine. The moment I turned around, Senthil grabbed me in a powerful embrace. His rock hard body was tight against mine and I couldn't help but be turned on by how well my breasts fit under his massive chest and above his rippling stomach. I couldn't talk, I was feeling this rush of sexual tension like I never felt in my life but at the same time knew it was wrong. But his powerful embrace held me tight as I couldn't escape his tight grasp. My whole body tensed as Senthil's warm lips touched mine. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I opened my mouth and we began kissing. Our lips melted together as if they were becoming one. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to rub my bottom again. It felt sooo good. But I knew, I had to stop him. I tried to pull back but the empowering embrace made it impossible. I was beginning to lose control of my inner sexual power. I passionately licked his tongue back as we started to deeply kiss each other. I didn't think of my husband or anything else, as I was so turned on by this incredible sensation. We relentlessly ran our tongues across each other as we continued to be locked at the lips. As we feverishly frenched, I could feel my inner thighs moisten as my angelic mound was gushing. Nothing else was on my mind but this powerful kiss. As he pulled his tongue from my lips, he started to lick my neck. His warm breath and wet tongue was triggering a deep sexual desire inside of me. Somehow I made it to break away from his kiss and muttered to him that I was married and we shouldn't do this and asked him to go out of the room. But Senthil, with his innocent face, whispered his apology in my ear and told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked so hot even in my simple dress, as I stood there before him. He said Uncle was a very lucky man to have a woman who looked and dressed like me and that he was sorry that I didn't want him, but he also understood. I felt sorry for him but he really knew what to say, and he was such a gentleman about it! And I was so horny! I told him that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but I was married and had my own family. Senthil knew how I felt about him and he said that he fantasized me for a long time and don't want to miss such a lovely chance. He said that he will stop at any moment when I ask him & he said that altogether it would be a new experience for both of us. As good as it felt, I knew I couldn't let it go on much longer. But, at this point, I don't want to end this show so qiuckly. I don't know why but I said I will allow him to kiss me, as I don't want him to get disappointed. In my deep heart, I want to kiss him again. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more before he leaves. It was so long before I got encountered by my husband. I was just getting ready to break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft material of my blouse. My Achilles heel. My breasts have always been very sensitive and my husband knows it's the quickest way to get me hot. It felt so good it made my knees weak. Just a few minutes longer and then I would stop him. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could just stop him anytime anyway, he wasn't being forceful at all but still a gentlemen. I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless petting, my husband would never know. Just a little harmless thrill. It felt so good I had to let him continue. Senthil re-entered his tongue into my mouth as we started to kiss wildly again. I couldn't get enough of him as he again made his way down my neck. He began to grab intimately my succulent breast with his hands. His hands were on the buttons of my blouse. Already the pullu of my saree left my shoulders and were lying on the floor. I again tried to pull myself from this carnal spell but by this time he had unbuttoned my blouse and started kneading my boobs over the brasierre. Then he moved up the bottom of the brasierre, little exposing my nipples further as we kissed. He began to gently roll my nipples between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular chest. This guy was gorgeous. Then he unclasped the strap of my bra, releasing my tight fun bags from my Black lase Bra . My ripe melons were beautiful and inviting. When he tried to lick and suck them, it startled me again. I started to pull him away so he increased his sucking to a point it felt to good to stop. I just couldn't beleive what I was doing and my mind was racing so fast. My knees started getting weak and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Senthil knelt down and took one of my inflated nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across my swollen nipples, sending me into a sexual confusion. My cunt was so swollen and wet as he sucked my tits like they were his lifeline. Senthil sucked one by one. At this time, my body was so filled with passion, I became weak at the knees. Senthil had sucked my tits to the point of full erection. The blood rushed to this hot zone and filled my breasts. My ripe melons looked too huge in proportion to waist and expanded rib cage. Senthil licked my tits up and down and was starting to have his way with me. Just a little longer I told myself, after all it had been months away from a masculine touch. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be this naughty with someone other than my husband, especially with a young, sex-starved hungry man. I felt like his pleasure piece of meat as he rested me on his couch. As I laid on my back, I could feel Senthi's hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. When I didn't resist, his hand pulled the hem of my petty coat up and I could feel him softly begin massaging my pussy through the material. Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my pettycoat. I thought I would wet my pettycoat right there. It felt so good. I figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I would have to make him stop. Senthil pulled the knot of my petticoat aside and he removed my Petty coat off, over my thighs. I felt like this was my last moment to stop this erotic heat. I also thought about the I may not get another situation to experience this young man. As passion continued to fill my hot zone, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have another man taste my love and that thought sent my mind in a naughty fit of desire. By the time, his hand was now inside, with one of his fingers moving into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter, he just continued to insert more fingers. Finally I managed myself to moan, "Senthil, we have to stop, please!, I'm getting so hot, we shouldn't continue more!" Senthil responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and tried to mouth over my clit. My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! When he began to press his mouth over my clit, I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and I couldn't let that happen. Senthil said he understood and again promised me, he wouldn't do anything, I didn't want him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know. I simply moaned that he shouldn't carry on further & should stop once for all, once he finished tasting my pussy. With that assurance, I lifted my hips to let him pull my petty coat, the rest of the way off. As Senthil took off my petty coat completely from me, the exotic feeling of being totally nude in front of another man sent a shiver up my spine as instinctively my legs spread open. The smell of my sex was thick in the air and my soaked pussy was looking for more. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening.I lay back and Senthil began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this, he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy as it was everything I imagined it would be. Senthil knew just what to do with a woman. Before long, I began to feel my orgasm build within me. He sucked and licked inside of me. I thought I was going to explode as Senthil took in all of what I had to offer. He licked me deeply as my pussy was on fire. My body was quivering and instinctively started to buck . Senthil was licking and sucking my g-spot and I was overcome by this sensual feeling erupting inside of me. I had never felt like this before. My tight little cunt was in spasm. He was sending my body into a sexual frenzy as his face was buried into my drenched pussy. I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long. My husband, very rarely makes me cum, so I was really looking forward to it and told myself I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now, I was moaning very loudly and didn't even notice him remove his pants and move up between my legs. When I felt his lips touch mine, I opened my eyes to see Senthil above me and looked down to see him guiding his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of my husbands'. I trembled at the huge size, as he began to push the fat knob of the head into me. "Senthil no, stop, we can't..I'm not protected!", I screamed. His next response surprised me. He told me that he has two desires and the one desire was to feel his hard cock penetrate deep into my sweet married body. He passified me by saying, "Sakku mami, I promise I'll pull out..please...I have to feel inside of you for just a few moments, oh you, yes....feel...so gooood!", and he continued to piston a few more inches into me. I was horrified, He wasn't going to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, "No, Senthil please!, don't please, please! I begged, "I can't.....I may get pregnant....... I'm ovuulatttingggg..ooohhhhhnnnoooo!". I felt bad for my husbands sake. I was his and his alone. Now, Oh God! Senthil's gigantic rod could do what it wished. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in further, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more than ever before. By this time, I couldn't control the passion I felt. My body was erupting, My tits were swollen, my love mound was panting and my inner core was begging for his dick to ram me. The thought of this gigantic cock inside of me, sent my body into a shiver. My body then betrayed me as my hips began to push and move against him with my building orgasm. I couldn't help it, I couldn't even speak. I could only moan. As Senthil's engorged head entered my shaft, I could feel my cunt stretch. I had never had another man break this plane. Till now, I was true to my husband and had never let another man enter my warm spread. I thought about the sanctity of marriage and how my husband's pleasure hole was being invaded. At this point, it didn't matter. As I thought briefly of my husband, I looked up at this finely tuned machine. His fully loaded love gun was gigantic and pulsating. I was so swollen and wet, he had to pull back and push forward a couple of times to stretch my tight cunt. My husbands custom fit hole was now being resized. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire shaft was into the hilt, filling me completly. His pubic bone ground flat against mine. I started to mouth a protest again when I felt his huge shaft push even deeper, until it touched my cervix at the opening of my womb. That did it. I exploded in my first real orgasm ever I thought I was going to pass out, as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body. I screamed with ecstasy as Senthil pulsating ten inches easily past my husbands territory and slid deeper into its own. My legs were straight up in the air and my fingernails dug into Senthil's muscular arms as he landed all 10 inches of his rock hard sausage into my engorged cave. When I finally recovered, I realized my pussy had adjusted to his huge size and his massive cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit. All thoughts of betraying my husband and my unprotectiveness were gone. I was in love with his huge cock. I had a fire inside my body that only a long, hard hose could extinguish. By now my innocence was gone and my once proud pussy took in his 10 inch pole like a pro. I needed it so bad. I bounced and bucked so hard, I thought this thick prick was going to rip me in half. My body finally had what it had been waiting for all days. I was moaning as Senthil slammed himself into me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me. It was fantastic having such a large, powerful forbidden cock inside me. Tears of ecstasy raced down my face as I begged him to saw me in half. Confident my joy canal could take his wood, he slowly pulled it back and fourth to spread his wide load with my joy juice for lubrication. Senthil wasn't holding anything back and strongly ripped open my cunt with his rock solid wide 10 inch load. He pumped me fast and hard. I felt I was going in and out of conscience as he fucked me and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was going to come again! Senthil's thrusting then got stronger and I realized he was about to cum too. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I yelled him meakly, "Senthil, please pull before you cum...." But it was so close. Then I felt it. The feeling that I've yearned for again every day since that moment. His whole body lurched forward and I felt the tip of his penis smash against my cervix. Senthil groaned loudly and shot the first spurt of his semen deep within me. My god, he wasn't pulling out! He was coming inside of me ! I was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and terror. I tried to push him off , but it was too late. His hands were holding down mine and he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. What really surprised me is it felt so incredible! When my husband comes, it just dribbles out of him. But with Senthil, I could feel his hot sperm literaly shooting into me. At the same time my body also once again came, when Senthil filled me up with his pent-up passion juice. I came so hard I felt like someone let the air out of me. It fired with enough force and quantity, I could literally feel each forbidden jet hit my cervix and penetrate through my womb. "You said you..would pull out!", I gasped. Then I myself cried, "Oh...I..can feel it.. your coming...inside me...oh no.....oh no...not.now..oh,..feels..so good.. I'm comming..... ooohhhh.!", as my hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him. My cunt was pulsating as my body fought to ingest all of his love cream. The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as he continued to thrust and all I could do was grab his ass and pull him into me further. My entire conscience was focused on this pleasure between my legs now and I screamed with the greatest sexual experience of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstacy went through my body as I wrapped my legs around Senthil and pulled him into me deeper. It was wonderful. I could feel his seed pouring out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept spurting. I couldn't believe there was so much of it. As the waves subsided, I could feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of my body, searching for my eggs. I just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me. When reality began to return, the fear of what I had done returned too. As I lay spread on the bed, this was a grudge fuck for Senthil and he won me. I looked down between my spread out legs to see the shiny coating of his seed, as it clung to the shaft of his cock still partially inside of me. What had I done. I began to cry. Senthil noticed and looked deeply into my eyes as he continued to slowly pump his now shrinking tool. As he did, I could feel more of his cum oozing out of my swollen pussy. "You said you would pull out......you promised! What if you got me pregnant, I will commit suicide, if my husband knows that you impregnant me...!", I whimpered. His response shocked me, "Sakku Mami I'm sorry, you looked and felt too good... I never imagined you would actually let me fuck you... its a dream come true for me... but mami...you didn't said you were fertile today....in that case, you shouldn't call me today... well... I just had to give you mine....Don't give way for negative thoughts.... even if you got pregnant, I shall take care to get it aborted!". I paused and looked at him. It all became perfectly clear. Atleast, I shouldn't call him today... At that point it didn't matter anymore. It was done. I could never explain this to my husband. I got aroused and let this young man fuck me and shoot his sperm in me, directly at my unprotected eggs! I must anticipated before & should have made protections before. There are fair amout of chance, my eggs were probably being fertilized at that very moment. Senthil filled me with so much of his potent sperm, I knew I can be pregnant with his child.As I thought about how crazy all of this was, I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and Senthil was still gently thrusting his cock inside of me as he held me down. It really was a soothing feeling and even when he was soft, he was still larger than my husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to recover so fast. I knew I had to stop this time, just in case there was a chance it wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him take me again! I let Senthil fuck me once and now he was starting to do it again. But as he continued, I realized I couldn't stop him. I was still very turned on by what I had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop. My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He released my hands and we began what turned out to be a very slow, even romantic fuck. We continued for a long time, as I blocked out all thought of everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and out of my wet cunt. His big dick again filled me completely and was stretching my pussy to it's limits, something I knew that my husband will never be able to do. I had no idea sex with another man could feel so good. As we fucked, I had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together. I lifted my head up and began to suck the nipples on his chest. After a while Senthil panted, "I'm going to come again, should I pull out Shakunthala...?" My response still surprises me to this day. As another orgasm built up inside me, I begged, "No, come inside me Senthil, I want to to feel it...again..come inside of me...please!" He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm. Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into me, as I pushed my cunt up to meet each thrust. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back. It felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples burned. God, it felt so wonderfully taboo to think I was letting another guy intentionally fuck me to his best. It was the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I had completely submitted to him in every way. I knew that this betrayal is what excited me and made my orgasm so intense. When Senthil finally rolled off of me and pulled his long cock from my red and swollen pussy, I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked I looked. My dresses were bunched up around the bed and my soaked petty coat was hanging at a corner of the bed. My pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted and soaked with his cum. My breasts were red and covered with marks from his intense sucking. But what was really amazing, was the river of cum that was oozing from my stretched out opening and pooling on the bed beneath me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom to help elevate my womb. I wanted to keep it's warmth inside of me a little longer. I was so opened up as I lay there I wondered if I would ever be able to feel my husbands small cock inside of me again. Senthil laughed and assured me it would be our secret. After about 20 minutes, I staggered to my feet and the cum just ran down the insides of my thighs as I walked. I had never seen anything like it. I knew I definitely need a break from this massive fucking session. So I jumped into the shower and cleaned up as well as I could. When I finished, I returned to see Senthil resting on the bed, with his wonderfully slimy cock lying peacefully across his stomach. I slipped on a nightgown that covered my red and swollen breasts, with no undies beneath it and came out of the room. I could feel Senthil's warm semen still leaking from my pussy. I kept asking myself how I could have let such a thing happen. I felt so naughty. I started fingering myself it made me so excited to think about it. I prepared some fresh juice passionately, so both of us will feel energetic. Still, Senthil was in the bed only. With excitement, I went back to my room. Senthil was sleeping with no fear, as if he was the master of the house. As I reach him, he finally woke up as we lay there in the darkness. He reached for me, took the juice and asked how I enjoyed the sex. I told him it was fine and now I don't feel anything bad at all in that. He seemed surprised and hugged me passionately and pressed me hard against his body & said, "Thanks mami.." He then just snuggled up next to me and rubbed my tummy saying we will try again for one more time. As I sat up, I saw his massive cock, facing me, what now was bulging so hard that no fabric in the world was strong enough to hold it in. Senthil leaned in and whispered that his other desire was that my married mouth, around his mammoth pole. As the passion filled my body to the point of thrusting explosion, it urged me that if I were to suck Senthil's dick, I might be able to quench my thirst still further. I was looking up on a man whose muscular physique was complemented by the biggest dick I could ever imagine. I now saw his dick, more passionately and with more attention. It was a good ten inches long and had to be the size of a baseball bat wide. Senthil was fully erect and was waiting for my action. Up to this point, I never was very excited to go down but Senthil's massive meatpipe was very inviting. As I was gasping with erotic heat, I slowly moved in. I was out of control with my enlarged pussy screaming for action, I was totally turned on to this mammoth missile. My husband had nothing like this. So far, I haven't even sucked my husband's. So, like a magnate, I was being pulled in and the heat of my fiery passion that burned within, I couldn't stop. I leaned in and opened my mouth. Senthil inserted the swollen head of his shaft but it needed more room. I opened my mouth as far as I could and took in his head. Senthil moaned in delight, as I was fulfilling his every goal of conquest. I started to understand that I was becoming all that I despite but I couldn't control this primal need that I had. I needed to suck this dick so bad that I started to shiver. There was more than enough room for both of my hands, as I grasped this huge snake and relentlessly sucked. I bobbed my head back and fourth trying to mouth fuck this boy. I gave up on swallowing this massive unit since I hadn't had much experience in this area. I started to develop a rhythm of bobbing up and down then licking the side of this long cock. I wanted to deep throat of Senthil but I didn't know how. Senthil sensed my inexperienced but pleading actions and grabbed my head and thrust. I felt this tremendous mount slide down my throat. As my gag reflexes kicked in, I retreated. Still holding his gigantic pole, I sat back and tasted this mixture of saliva and precum that filled my mouth. The taste of his love, the look of his love cannon and the sound of his approval, sent my body into a tidal wave of passion. I locked on to his rocket and sucked for all I was worth. As the feeling of his mighty sword sliding down my throat, I was shocked to see I only could take half of him. I began jamming my mouth on him as hard as I could. My mouth was opened as wide as possible, my lips were tight against that massive cock. I felt the huge head pass my tonsils and slide down my throat. His precum was lubricating my throat as I was determined to suck Senthil's dick. I wanted his dick any way I could take it. Senthil ordered me to suck his dick and I was obliging. This chauvinist pig was screaming for me to suck his huge cock and against all my normal thoughts I did, what I was told. I sucked his cock as fast and hard as I could. I knew my mouth could not do what my snatch could. The intense thoughts sent a rush through my body that I could not stop.As I continued to slid his huge mount in and out of my mouth, Senthil continued to tell me suck his dick. The thought of stopping didn't enter my mind as he had me under a spell. The feeling of my drenched cunt stretched to the max and sliding down on his pole was unbelievable. I took him in even fartherand was going down on his cock. I thrusted his big cock deep down my throat and sucking hard. I couldn't keep up anymore. The massive size of his cock was getting the best of me and I was slowing down. I thought Senthil's thick prick was going to come out of my mouth as he thrust his pelvis hard and pulled my twat down. I was so soggy that every thrust produces a splash and my entire body quivered with hot passion. Senthil sensed the urgency and pulled his monstrous crank from my mouth. Pre-cum dripped from my mouth as I cried for his cock. His eyes gleamed in delight while I begged for his cock. The excessive passion and draining fluids led me to the point of dehydration. He was close to shooting his wad as I left a sticky string of pre cum from the tip of his cock to my mouth. I had never tasted my husband yet I yearned for the salty fluid I drank from Senthil's mammoth staff. I gave him all I had and he was ready to set me loose. He then slid his thick prick deep inside my mouth, to where my husbands prick could only dream to get. At the same time my body came, Senthil filled me up with his pent-up passion juice. My cunt was pulsating as my body fought to ingest all of his love cream. I gulped all his love cream in my mouth. My mouth was filled with his cum and his cum was dripping from my lips down on to my breasts. Senthil then slowly kissed my lips with his cum on it and slowly bent down to kiss my breasts which was topped with his cum. He started to continued his operation downwards over my cunt and gave me a sizzling tounge fuck, until I climaxed again. I caressed his face, ran my fingers in his hairs and pulled him up to lick my face. I was doing all this like an expert and was enjoying every bit of the proceedings. Then I whispered me not to disclose this to anyone, as that will ruin both our life totally. Senthil told me that he was not a fool and that if I will give him similar attentions in future, then he will be more than happy. I promised to do so and revealed that I had never enjoyed fucking of this standard ever before in my life and that I want to experience it again and again. We hugged and kissed each other, in a more relaxed mood and went off to sleep in each others arms. Surely, it's an experience for me of life time. Then we planed properly for the next visit & enjoyed seeking pleasure from each other. Whenever my husband & my children were away, I would call his moble & would ask me to come to my place. Senthil used to come to my house, directly in to my bed room and ready for action. His lessons were so great. The next month I missed my periods. Yes I was pregnant. I was going to be a mother at the age of 36. I am sure Senthil will love this but I need to abort it. I can't keep his child in my womb. Already I am mother of two. Moreover my husband will surely come to know about our affair. So I decided to get it aborted. Senthil took me to a doctor and secretly aborted the foetus. But still, I am contining my sexual relationship with Senthil. This has happend last year and since then we have been meeting secretly. We did it again and again over the weekend as our lust appeared insatiable. Thereafter we started making love frequently. Our sexual encounter have become so wild that I have almost become his TOTAL SLUT. Both Senthil's family as well as my husband, does not know of our sexual relationship and I continue my intense sex life with him. We have tried many variations and of late Senthil enjoys fucking my anus. Once, Senthil had fucked me 6 times in a single day. It was really intense. I enjoy him with my full vigour. No body ever knew what is happening between us, and whenever we do get moments of privacy, we fully encash them by making love and we do still cherish our first intercourse.

Nitu Story:- When I was a very little girl, we were well-off. I mean that we had money and lived in a nice house. When I was a little older, we were what you'd call pretty rich. And now we're filthy rich, all because my granddad and his sons built up a good shop . You've probably heard the quote about how the very rich are different from you and me. Well it's true. After my uncle and aunt died in a plane crash when I was five, Granddad and Dad became very protective of me and my brother KRISHNA . Dad and Mom adopted my cousin AMIT. AMITand KRISHNA are the same age, four years older than I. We didn't associate with lots of other kids outside of school, so we spent lots of time together. I've always had a crush on both of them. As a pre-teen, I was a big pest. But they always were nice to me, even when they didn't want me around. We all went to the same private academy in DELHI. Our parents were always away working or visiting far-off countries or the like, and we were left in the hands of bodyguards, all of whom we hated and conspired against. In return, we were never allowed to go to other kids' houses or the other fun things normal kids like to do. Each day after school, we were picked up by the bodyguards and driven back . When I was eleven, the boys were sent to a boarding school. We saw each other on school holidays, but never on weekends. Each time they came home after months away, I was thrilled to see how they had grown up. Both were athletes. AMIT was on the track team, and KRISHNA was a wrestler. With the training they did, they developed muscular physiques. I thought they were the most handsome boys I had ever seen. At the age of fourteen, I too was sent to a tony boarding school for girls, and only came home for school holidays. I was not a good student except for art, which I loved. I planned to become an artist and live in DELHI .By then I had developed physically so that my breasts filled out my sweaters and my pussy was covered in soft brown fur. When I discovered masturbation, an entire fantasy world opened up to me. At night lying in bed, I would play with myself for hours imagining that some handsome man or other was fucking my wet slit and kissing my nipples. All of the girls had private rooms at school, so I never had to worry about roommates discovering my nocturnal activities. Although I tried to suppress my thoughts, the man I pictured the most often was my brother KRISHNA . We had occasional dances at the school arranged with neighboring boys schools of the proper social level, but I never met anyone at these affairs who attracted me in a serious way. In any case, we were too carefully guarded to let anything serious happen. So I remained virginal all through my years at school. At the age of eighteen, I was a junior. Each of the dorm floors had senior girls who were designated as "monitors" and were tasked with supervising the younger ones. Our monitor was named KALPANA. She and I had been casual acquaintances for years because she had been attending the school since primary. One night I was lying in my bed with my nightgown hiked up around my hips and my fingers busily exploring my inner depths. I had been giving myself one after another particularly strong orgasm, and although I am normally pretty non-vocal, this session was exceptional. As I gasped and let out little moans, KALPANAheard me as she was passing my room. I opened my eyes to see KALPANA standing in my doorway. How long she had been watching I don't know. She was dressed in a long sheer nightgown, and her long straight brown hair hung down over her shoulders practically to her waist. With the hall light behind her, I could see the outline of her legs through the gown. She was leaning on the door frame with one hand between her legs. I gasped in alarm as I simultaneously struggled to pull down my gown and cover myself with the sheets. KALPANA closed the door and walked over to me and sat down on the side of the bed. "Don't worry about it," she assured me. "I do the same thing all the time. I just try to keep quiet." "Really?" I asked naively. "I thought I must be the only one. It seems so dirty. But it feels so good." "Are you still a virgin?" she asked gently. "Of course I am," I came back. "Aren't you?" She laughed at that sally. "Not for quite a while. Do you like being one?" "I'm saving myself for my wedding." It now seems quite amazing to me what a little prude I was then. "That didn't answer my question." KALPANA bent down over me and kissed me on the lips. This was quite a shock! Although we had often kissed on the cheeks as greetings, this was different. She turned on my bedside lamp and looked down at me. Although I had pulled the hem of my nightgown over me, the juices from my pussy had soaked through the front, and the odor of my sex was heavy in the air. I felt helpless to react as she raised the hem of my gown to expose my sex to her gaze. "Let me show you," she said in a husky whisper, lowering her mouth to my stomach. She kissed my belly button and then with tiny kisses her lips descended my abdomen until they touched the moist hair above my pussy. She gently parted my legs with one hand as she moved lower, until her tongue made electric contact with my erect button. As she slowly licked around my sensitive clit, she pushed one then two fingers into me. I was so wet that they entered easily. I felt myself become even more wet as the fingers fucked me and her mouth gave me more pleasure than I'd ever been able to give to myself. I opened my legs as wide as I could to give her access as my hands squeezed by breasts and my hard, almost painful nipples. When I looked down, her eyes were boring into mine as her lips and fingers worked their magic. I can't say how many times I came before she raised her face from my between my legs. Perhaps it was one continuous orgasm. At the end I fell back on my pillow, covered with sweat and flushed all over my body. KALPANA sat beside me looking down with a strange expression. "For a beginner you really freaked out there," she said. "My first time I was so nervous I didn't feel anything except the need to pee. If I hadn't felt your hymen just now, I would have never guessed that you're a virgin." I was now a bit recovered, and made some vague effort to cover my breasts and legs with my gown. "I don't know what to say. I'm not a lesbian. How did you make me do that?" "I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do. You don't have to be a lesbian to like someone's mouth on your cunt. When there's no men available, we have to make do with what's available. Now! You've had your fun, it's my turn." "What do you mean? You want me to do that to you? That's disgusting!" Of course it wasn't disgusting, as my recent experiences had just demonstrated. So I regretted that outburst almost immediately. Besides, KALPANA had climbed onto my bed and straddled my chest. She pulled her gown over her head, revealing herself in total nudity. She had a magnificent pair of breasts whose nipples stuck out hard and full pointing in separate directions. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and onto my face as she leaned over to kiss me full on the lips. I knew immediately that the musky smell on her face came from my juices, and this was strangely exciting. She moved up to straddle my face so that her pussy was just over my mouth. Her labia were swollen and her large clitoris stuck out like a little penis engorged with blood. I reached up gingerly and parted her outer lips while I let a finger trail up to touch her button. "You don't need to be so gentle," she whispered. I found her vaginal opening and was able to easily fit three fingers inside. Her cunt was warm and moist and muscular. "Fuck me hard," she commanded. I moved my hand up and down rapidly as she asked. It entered up to the knuckles. "Harder, Harder!" I got all four fingers in and was really pounding into her. On the upstroke, I made my thumb bump into her clit. She was supporting herself on the bed's headboard bucking on my hand, forcing herself down to meet my strokes, so that I was afraid she would break my wrist. Her juices were pouring out of her and running down my hand and wrist. With my free hand, I reached up to tweak her nipples. When she came, I could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze hard on my hand. She slumped down so that her matted hairs were pushed against my chin. Her smell was strangely exciting, and I felt my own juices begin to moisten my slit again. I moved her gently so that I could probe her with my tongue. She tasted different from me, but not unpleasantly so. As I lapped between her lips and up to her clit, still engorged and erect, she pressed her cunt down on my face so that my tongue was able to enter more deeply into her tunnel. My mouth was covered with a fresh flood of juice, and I was able to breathe only through my nose. Both of us were letting out little grunts and squeals as she came a second time. She slowly lowered herself onto the bed next to me and we fell asleep in each others arms. Only when daylight brightened the room through the curtains did she rise silently, put on her gown, and disappear through the door. After that night, KALPANA and I became best friends. Needless to say, we slept together almost every night when we thought we would not risk being discovered. She taught me to lots of new things I had never imagined in my earlier pubescent fantasies. She would come to my room with her vibrator and have me fuck her with it. She could get multiple orgasms with it every time. She would use the tip to stimulate my clitoris, but she would never put it into my cunt. "We need to keep you a virgin for your husband," she laughed. However, she did share the pleasures of anal fucking with the vibrator. With it buzzing in my asshole and her lips and tongue pleasuring my cunt, I had guaranteed orgasms whenever I wanted. "Did you ever let a guy fuck you back there?" I asked after the first time we did it. "Yes she said . KALPANA had a foul mouth for such a well-bred girl. I was often shocked by the words she used. "Do you like it better with guys than with me?" I asked coyly. "You're jealous!" she laughed at me. "No, not better but different. Most guys don't last long enough to satisfy me. The only saving grace is that guys our age can get it up again a couple of times. Most of them won't go down on me either. They think it's dirty. But when a guy is lying between my legs pumping me hard, I really do like that. Doggy style is good too. But the best is when I'm on top. Then I'm in control and can make it last a real long time. You know I've made it lots more times with you than any guy, so don't be envious of any boyfriend I'm lucky enough to get." I kissed her for that. "You're so beautiful, any boyfriend is lucky to have you. I'm even luckier." When summer came, KALPANA graduated and I was free for the long holiday. I asked my parents if KALPANA could come to stay at our place for a while. I was sure that they would refuse, but to my surprise they accepted the idea warmly. I found out later that KALPANA dad was a friend of my dad. KALPANA has gotten a car as a graduation present and it was agreed that she would drive us home from school. With all of her stuff loaded in the car, we set off to drive the hundred or so miles to our place. I noticed that we were not on the direct route. KALPANA said she had to make a stop, and eventually we pulled up in front of a discreet low-rise office building. KALPANA told me to come with her, and when we entered the unmarked door I saw that we were in a doctor's office. "This is a little secret between us. Dr. SUMIT is a gynecologist with a very select practice. If you ever have a little 'female' problem you need taken care of, he's the man to see. Completely discreet. Of course it's not cheap either." "What do mean by female problem?" "Sometimes I think you were born yesterday. I mean if you happen to find yourself in a family way inconveniently, this is the place to come." I was taken aback. "You mean an abortionist?" I thought about it for a minute. "Don't tell me you've had an abortion?" KALPANA laughed. "No I haven't. But I get my pills here without my parents knowing about it. And we're going to get you some too. In case your 'husband' shows up before the wedding. Since I've turned you on to sex, I feel responsible for you. I won't be at school next year to keep you out of trouble, so just regard this as a graduation present." Dr. SUMIT was cool and professional. I was surprised when he gave me a full exam. At school, the gynecologist is a woman. As I lay on the table with my legs in the stirrups and the speculum spreading me wide, I mused that the doctor was the first man to ever look up my vagina. I wondered if he ever got excited looking up girl's twats all day. After the exam, Dr. SUMIT handed me a prescription and two month's work of pills in their little plastic calendar wrappers. "I see that you're still intact. I assume that at your age you're been tempted to start having sex. Start taking these pills right away. If you have any reactions, call me and we can try a different type. I recommend that you use condoms even when taking the pills. Birth control pills don't help with diseases." The parents didn't find it unusual that KALPANA would share my room. I guess they thought that we were just "best friends". My bedroom at home was huge, and they moved a second bed in there. Since my room is in a different part of our big house, I was sure that we could act as we did at school without being discovered. What I hadn't planned on was that KRISHNAand AMIT would be there are well. They had both graduated from college that year and were working for my dad in the company, learning the ropes as it were. They had their rooms in the same wing as my parents, and we saw them every morning at breakfast and every evening at dinner when they were in town. The first day we were home and I saw KRISHNA and AMIT again, my old feelings for them returned. I think that they saw me for the first time as a grown woman, and their behavior to me seemed both more formal and warmer. But not for KALPANA. When they were introduced, I sensed that something passed between the three of them. Lying in bed that first evening, KALPANA said, "Why didn't you ever tell me you were living with two hunks like that? I hope you don't mind if I try my luck." I did mind in a funny way but I said nothing. Although I lusted for KALPANA, I loved KRISHNA and AMIT . And now I knew I loved them as men and not as brothers. KALPANA flirted with both of them outrageously over the next day or two. The third evening they went missing after dinner. I was pretty suspicious and started looking around the house and grounds to see what they were up to. When I got to the garden shed, I heard voice and other sounds. Creeping to the window, I looked in to see KRISHNA lying naked on a blanket with KALPANA mounted on him, his big cock pumping in and out of her pussy. At the same time, AMIT was standing in front of her with his cock in her mouth. This was the first time I'd ever seen real men's cocks, and fucking at that. Watching them made me very hot and I couldn't resist raising my dress, dropping my panties, and burrowing my hand into my moist cunt. They all went on for a long time, so despite what KALPANA had said about guys, these two knew how to hold their fire. After what seemed like an hour, I saw KRISHNA tense and grab KALPANA hips, holding her to him. I guessed he was cumming in her. After a few moments, he seemed to go limp. KALPANA kept sucking on AMIT cock, taking it really deep in her mouth. Moments later, he pulled out as his cum spurted out onto her chin and neck and ran down between her breasts. There seemed to be a lot of it. This was the first time I had seen a man cum, even though KALPANA had described it to me in graphic detail. The excitement of the scene was so intense that I came sharply myself. I managed to pull up my panties and arrange my dress, and with a feigned carelessness marched into the door of the shed. You can't imagine the surprise I caused the guys. As they scrambled to hide their naked cocks from their "innocent" little sister, KALPANA was laughing so hard I though she would have a stroke....... .She got control of herself and said, "I bet you got an eyeful, didn't you NITU? I heard you standing our there playing with yourself. How did you like our little show?" This made me a little crazy. "It was selfish of you to hog both of them for yourself, while I had to make do with my fingers." I was surprised at my own boldness but pleased by the shocked expression both of the men exhibited. KALPANA teased me, "What do you mean? Do you want your brother or your cousin to fuck you? Take your cherry? You're supposed to be saving that for your husband." "I don't care," I started crying. "I love them better than any husband." I ran over and threw my arms around KRISHNA waist, sobbing. AMIT had by then gotten his trousers on, but his muscular chest and stomach felt wonderful against my cheek. The smell of his maleness was so exciting, I didn't care what I was saying. By then KRISHNA spoke for the first time. "I love you too, but I'm not going to make love to my sister. That's horrible. Even for AMIT, sex with a first cousin is still incest." AMITcame over to put his arms around me. "We both love you. You're my sister too. It wouldn't be right to make love to you for either of us." I was still crying, holding onto KRISHNA. "Kiss me! Please!" I moved my face up to AMIT and put my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. He responded instinctively and opened his lips, so I stuck my tongue into his mouth while I pressed my breasts against his naked chest. But after a moment he pushed me away. "This isn't right. Stop it!" But I had felt his cock stiffen through his pants. I turned to AMIT. "Please don't push me away too. I love you." But the moment had passed, and all four of us silently arranged our clothes, left the shed, and walked back to the house. KALPANAand I went to my bedroom. When the door closed behind us, I demanded, "take off your clothes. I want to see what's in your pussy." "You want to see KRISHNA cum in me, do you?" KALPANA thought this idea was cool, and she quickly dropped her skirt. She was not wearing panties so that I could see the residue of sex dried on her thighs and in her bush. I pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs, and parted her lips. I was disappointed that there seemed to be nothing left of the semen that Paul had surely filled her with. "Nothing left? Sorry! Since I was riding on him, most of it must have dripped out. Maybe he'll let you suck his cock next time." KALAPANA had a cruel streak that showed itself from time to time. "In the meantime since you're down there, you can eat as much as you want." I stood up and looked down at her, spread-eagled on the bed. "Eat yourself if you can. I don't feel like it right now. Maybe you'll behave better in the future." Things were frosty at dinner. None of use talked to each other. My dad was out of town, but Mom asked us if we were feeling all right. "No problem. We're just a little tired." We all mumbled things to that effect. Later as we undressed for bed, KALPANA came over and kissed me. "Don't me so mad. I told you I was going to try my luck. I didn't know you were so jealous. But I'm going to make it up to you if you're game. I told AMIT I was going to come to his room tonight, so what we'll do is this. You can wear my nightie and perfume, and put your hair up. I've been wearing this scent all day, so even a guy ought to remember it. If you keep the lights off and don't talk, I'll bet you can get in bed with him. He seemed to like me sucking him off, so maybe you can try to do that. But don't blame me if he ends up fucking you and popping your cherry." This seemed like a great plan to me. At that moment I would have agreed to anything. "What are you going to do?" "I thought about fucking KRISHNA again, but that can wait. I'm going to watch you and AMITto see what happens. But remember, this is your show. I'm not coming to your defense if you get more than you bargained for." Later, dressed and perfumed, I crept down the darkened hallway to AMIT room followed by KALPANA. The door was closed and the lights were off. I opened his door and peered inside. Moonlight streamed through open windows. I could see AMIT dimly on his bed, apparently waiting for KALPANA. He was naked, and stroking his erect cock slowly. Seeing my shadow in the doorway, he reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. "Leave the lights off," I whispered, hoping that he wouldn't recognize my voice. I glided swiftly over, climbed on the bed, and immediately lowered my lips to his groin. Taking his cock gingerly in one hand, I guided the head to my lips. This was the first time I had touched a man's cock, and the feeling was so erotic that I felt my cunt start to moisten. Running my lips around the head, I marveled at how soft the skin was. "You're in a big hurry, aren't you?" AMIT whispered. With his hands he guided me so that my legs straddled his neck. Pushing the hem of my nightie onto my back, he applied his lips to my slit, and let his tongue wander from my asshole down to where it parted the folds of my cunt. Although KALPANA had so often done the same, I felt completely different. AMIT cheeks were slightly rough and scratched the inside of my thighs. I needed to pay attention to his cock in my hands and mouth as well. KALPANA and I had played games with her vibrator in the past, so I had some idea how to give head. However, the cock I was playing with was warm, and much bigger around than that toy. All of these sensations were so novel and exciting that I came suddenly, dousing AMIT lips with my fluids. This seemed to set him off as he began to thrust up with his hips. I tried to keep up with him, licking the head of his cock as he pulled out, and trying to take as much as possible in my mouth as he pushed up. I could see that his balls were drawn up tight, and I touched them lightly, feeling the soft crinkly skin of his scrotum. Remembering something KALPANA has told me, I let one finger down to the base of his balls and pushed. This stimulation had an effect. AMIT took his mouth from my cunt, and gasped, "Fuck, I'm cumming". The first spurt went deep to the back of my throat, causing me to cough. I took my mouth from him and the next glob of cum hit me on the nose and upper lip. Recovering my composure a bit, I made little pumping motions along the shaft and head as more of his semen oozed from his cock. I licked each drop off, savoring the slightly salty taste. It was different from a woman's taste, and I decided then that I liked it. Sensing that the cock in my hand was softening, I gave it a final lick and kissed its head. I turned around to see that Ron was lying flat with his eyes closed, breathing hard. I moved up to him and kissed him with my cum-drenched, then ran out of the room. Rushing back to my room, I found KALPANA on her bed, legs spread, working her hand into her pussy. "I did it," I whispered. "Fuck yes you did. I was watching the whole time. You were so hot. That was the first time I ever saw another girl and a guy. I just had to make myself cum." I got on the bed with her and kissed her mouth. The man-scent on my breath seemed to bring her to climax, as she pushed her tongue against mine. "Let's try it again tomorrow night with KRISHNA. See if you can set up a date in his room like tonight." I had decided to myself that if I could manage it, I would let KRISHNA fuck my pussy. I'd had enough of being a virgin. Giving head to AMIThad convinced me that sex with a man could be as exciting as with KALPANA "I'll see what I can do. Based on this afternoon's experience, it shouldn't be too difficult." The next day passed slowly. Both of the men went into the city to work, and KALPANA and I spent the afternoon horseback riding. The feel of the saddle between my legs made me horny as I fantasized about the evening's adventure to come. I resisted bringing myself off since I wanted to save up for KRISHNA. Finally the hours had passed and, when eleven in the evening finally rolled around, I was dressed in KALPANA nightie and smelling of her perfume. KALPANA and I snuck down the hall to KRISHNA room. This time the lights were on. KALPANA opened the door and poked her head into the room. "Turn off the lights, KRISHNA. It's more romantic in the moonlight." When he had done so, it was I rather than KALPANA who glided into the room and onto KRISHNA bed. He was reclining propped up on a pillow. I immediately dove down to his waist, hiding my face. His cock was only half-hard, so I occupied myself as I had with AMIT, taking it gently into my mouth and licking slowly just below the head. He started to swell immediately. I was on my knees beside him with my backside facing him. This gave him easy access as he slowly stroked my buttocks and between, passing over and around my asshole and then down to probe my pussy, which was sopping wet. "Mmmmm," he said as he hardened to full length. I couldn't get him entirely in my mouth, so I rolled my lips and tongue over the head, and then licked down the shaft to its base. He placed both hands on the globes of my ass and leaned forward to kiss between my legs. I swung one leg over him and spread myself as wide as possible over his body, giving him full access to my innermost depths. I looked up towards the door, which was cracked open. Knowing that KALPANA was watching us gave an extra fillip of pleasure to what I was doing. KRISHNA cock began to ooze slightly. I imagined that this was the pre-cum which KALPANA had once explained to me. When I felt his tongue probing my asshole as his fingers circled my clit, I came at once with what seemed like a veritable flood of juice streaming from me. "I think you're ready, eh? Let's do it doggy." KRISHNA whispered. "Yes! I'm ready," I thought to myself. "I'm finally, truly ready." The doggy position was ideal as I wouldn't have to face him, so the risk of my identity being discovered seemed remote. I raised up to support myself on my knees so that he could crawl out from under me, and I pulled the nightie over my head and threw it to the floor. I felt his belly lean against my buttocks as he slid his cock against my back and then down along my slit. His hands lay lightly on my hips as the cock head made teasing touches up and down. At one point, he rested it against the opening to my ass, and I wondered if he might be thinking of putting it in. Finally he placed the head between my lips at my sopping opening, and pushed in slowly. Although my cunt was super-lubricated, he had some difficulty entering. I felt the cock head spreading my lips apart and pushing against the inner walls. "You're really tight," KRISHNA said. I wanted him to push it all in with a single thrust, ridding me of my troublesome maidenhead once and for all. KRISHNA had other ideas. He seemed to like the resistance and made tiny pushes in and out, each time gaining a fraction of an inch. After what seemed an eternity, I felt the head push against my hymen. Sweat beaded my brow. "Do it," I thought. "This is it. make me a woman at last." But it was not to be. "Fuck!" said KRISHNA . He pulled out abruptly and switched on the light. The masquerade was over. "What the fuck are you doing," he shouted angrily. I wanted to say, "Trying to fuck you, my dear lovely brother." But all I managed to do was cry. I put my arms around him and whimpered, "Don't me mad at me. I'm sorry. I thought you'd like me. I love you." Now KRISHNA is a really kind-hearted man, so my tears and supplications left him at a loss. He knew he should be furious at me, but the fact that he was naked holding a crying naked woman in his arms made a situation for which he was totally unprepared. I noticed that his erection seems as hard as ever as I pressed my tits against him. "You're acting like a silly kid. How could I live with myself, knowing I've taken your virginity? Get the hell out of here!" "Wait here a minute. I want to show you how I really feel about you." I ran out of the room, buck naked, and rushed back to my room. KALPANA had seen the whole scene and followed me. I grabbed KALPANA vibrator and ran back towards KRISHNA room. When I arrived trailed by KALPANA, KRISHNA and AMIT were both there, and KRISHNA had put on a pair of briefs. His cock was still engorged as evidenced by the protuberance that showed through the cloth. AMIT eyes widened as I stormed through the door, vibrator in hand, naked as the day I was born. My speech came out as if I had rehearsed it a hundred times. "You guys make me so mad I could bust. What's the matter with you? You must be faggots or something. Isn't my pussy pretty enough for you?" I sat down on the bed and spread my legs for them. "I think mine is as pretty as KALPANA and you didn't have any trouble with fucking hers. Look! Mine fucks just as nicely." I glided the tip of the vibrator between my lips and stroked it in and out. I could feel the tip contact my hymen each time. KALPANA and the two men stood there speechless watching me. "Fucking a virgin isn't so hard either. Just watch!" Closing my eyes, I forced the vibrator deep into me, feeling my hymen tear. There was a sharp pain, but nothing more. I left the toy buried in myself for a moment, then pulled it out slowly. A few streaks of blood showed on it. When it was out, I threw it into a corner. "There! I'm not a virgin anymore. I told you I loved you and I hope I proved it. Now finish making me a woman." KRISHNA put his arms around me under my arms and picked me up, showering my face with kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I met his kisses with mine. I somehow managed to notice that KALPANA and AMIT had quietly left the room and closed the door. Lowering me to the bed, he dropped his briefs to the floor and kicked them away. NITU my dear, dear sister. I've always loved you too. And yes I did want to make love to you. But I couldn't make myself deflower you. Since you made such a sacrifice yourself, I won't refuse you any longer." I scooted back on the bed and propped myself on the pillow, spreading my legs wide. A few droplets of blood stained my pussy lips. Ron put himself between my legs and gently spread my outer lips. "Does it hurt?" he asked gently. "A little. Not too much. Please do it. I want you so much." He moved up towards me and put my legs over his shoulders. Holding his cock in one hand and opening my cunt with the other, he guided the cockhead to lodge at the opening where it had already been not so long before. This time, he leaned forward in a slow steady movement so that I could see the shaft disappearing into me a little at a time. When it arrived at my shattered hymen, I flinched a little, but the pleasure I was feeling overcame any pain. At last he was completely buried in me, his pubic hair meshing with mine. The sensation of fullness was incredible and I could feel my tunnel squeezing his shaft like a glove. He moved in and out very slowly and sensually for what seemed like an incredibly long time. His lips were pressed to mine as our tongues danced around each other. Next he accelerated his motion so that he was almost slamming into me. I came hard. He slowed down to a steady pace for a while longer, then buried himself and stopped. "How do you like that?" "Oh God, it's better than I hoped. Can you fuck me hard and fast again?" "Yes but I'll cum. I'll have to pull out." "I'm on the pill. I want to feel your cum inside me. Fuck me hard now." KRISHNA needed no more encouragement, and began to plow into me as fast and deep as he could, and I pushed back to him on every thrust. Then I felt him tense and he buried himself as his cock spewed into me. At each spasm he made a little thrust against me, so I he must have had six or so ejaculations. We rested a few moments. Putting his arms under me, he rolled us over so that I was lying on top of him with his cock still buried in me. I undid my hair so that it fell down over his face. Our lips met in one more deep kiss while I sensed his cock soften and fall out of me. A trickle of fluid seeped out of my cunt and onto his belly and the bed sheets. I rolled off of him and saw that his cock was stained with a shiny mixture of semen, my juices, and a little blood. I picked up the nightie and pulled it over my head. Paul gazed at me from the bed as if he couldn't believe what had just taken place. I leaned over to kiss him, "I want to do this lots more times. We have all summer to practice." With that I ran out of the room and back to mine. KALPANA wasn't there, so I took a long hot shower. It's hard to describe the feelings of fulfillment I felt. A woman at last, and with the man of my dreams. ... I could go on at great length about all that happened that summer, but this story is already too long. Having yielded my first maidenhead, more or less, to KRISHNA, I felt obliged to yield my second to AMIT . Neither my brother or cousin had ever had anal sex before, but they both came to love it as much as I do. KRISHNA took KALPANA'Ssecond cherry the same night that AMIT took mine. The four of us seemed inexhaustible all summer, and every evening was the scene of our private orgies. All good things come to an end, and KALPANA went off to college while I had yet another year in boarding school. Luckily for me, KRISHNA and AMIT proposed that they could come to escort me on weekends, so that our unsuspecting parents left us free for weekly sessions, most of which were spent entirely in bed. After graduation, we had another glorious summer of sun and sex. Then I went off to Paris to study art for two years. I had promised myself never to have another man other than KRISHNA or AMIT, but I was able to meet any number of women with the same "tastes" as me. KALPANA came over for a visits, and KRISHNA came several times as well. If you've read NITU'S story, you pretty much know what's happened since.

I was nineteen This is how it happened. Ok, at least this is the way I remember it happening and believe me, I remember it very wellI have thought about it so many times since then that I know I will never forget any part of it. The second time I saw her was just before my 19th birthday and it was winter in the country where I lived with my parents and my cousin. She was 34. Yes, 34 years young and in the prime of her life in every sense of the word, in her mind and body. For a few minutes I was not even sure it was she. The way she walked, the clothes she wore, and even the way she stood had all changed. But when she turned towards me, the eyes her lovely eyes, with just a hint of shadings and under her lovely, naturally curved eyebrows, were the sameI knew it had to be her. Then she saw me and after a fleeting moment when recognition dawned, she smiled. I knew that smile. I have dreamt of that smile so many times in the past. It had to be her. It was my `beloved' Kandy. As she raised her brows and her smile widened across her face, her hands too spread in a welcoming gesture. I just stood there frozen in my tracks. My heart must have skipped a few dozen beats and the next thing I knew was that I was in her arms, in a tight hug. She moved back and literally shook me by my arms and was saying something (much later, she told me that she had to shut my jaw before shaking me) and suddenly my heart was jump-started. I felt as if there was locomotive engine thumping inside my chest and I was breathing as if I had just done the 100 meters dash. All I could manage for the next few minutes was a silly grinand when the cogs of my brain finally fit into each other, the first thing I told her (and I remember this very clearly) was, "You look enchanting" (I had fantasized about this moment countless times and rehearsed my actions and speech so often before my mirror, and now that she was here and the situation was as I had imagined, I forgot everything.) She just smiled and caressed my cheek and said that I too have grown up, a lot. That took me back to the first time I met her. It was more than ten years ago, when I came to live with my parents from India. She was (and still is) my mother's friend. To me she was `aunty Chandra' (or Kandy aunty). Her full name was Chandrakantha, you see, and though everybody used to call her Chandra or Kathy, I used to teasingly call her "my Kandy Aunty". That was then. She used to live a couple of buildings away from ours and since both my parents used to work, I did my `growing up' at her place. I used to return from school to her house and have my meals there and sleep, play and do whatever else kids of that age did during the day. My mom used to return around 6.30 pm and I would then return to my house. This went on for over three years. During those years, she was just another grown up person to me for most part at least. She was married for a couple of years before we met and was quite a simple and homely person. Beautiful in her own way but a `Plain Jane', nevertheless. Her husband was an engineer with one of the oil companies and quite well to do. From what I remember of him, he was tall, well built person and I am sure he was good to her again, in every sense. Over the years, I never saw them unhappy or quarrelling, on the contrary I thought they were ideal couple. He used to be so loving to her that I have often seen them cuddling and kissing whenever he was home. There were times when I have unwittingly walked into the room and seen one or the other with his or her hand inside the other's clothes. To me she seemed content with him. I had seen her in every state of dress (and undress). Yes, there were times when I had seen her with nothing more than her hairy bush covering her private parts, when I accidentally walked into her bedroom while she was changing. Neither she nor I paid much attention to thator at least I thought so at the time. All that I thought about was, "hmm wonder if all the females have hair like that". Her plumpness only made look more friendly and caring. Curiosity (and hormones, I guess) finally got to me and I wondered what did they finally do after all that cuddling, kissing and groping around. (I had some vague idea I had heard noises from my parents' rooms but they always ensured (I think, consciously) to do whatever they did away from my sightand I too used to feel funny (bad?) eavesdropping on them.) Then, one weekend I got my windfalla few family members were visiting us and I was asked to sleep at aunty Chandra's house. I did not wait to be told the second timein no time I finished my dinner and rushed to Chandra's house. (Since I spent most of my day there, I already had few sets of clothes, towels, etc there.) When I reached there, Chandra had prepared the guest room for me usually I slept on her bed or on the sofa during the day. I put the TV on and made myself comfortable in the living room while Chandra and Rajat (her husband) were clearing up the table after dinner. Those days VCRs were common and Rajat had brought some cassettes to watch. But he wouldn't put them on and made some vague excuse about the print being bad. After some time Chandra too joined Rajat on the sofa and they started their cuddling-stuff. I remember, Chandra teasingly telling Rajat that today he won't be able to do what he had planned for the evening. That got me even more curious what were they planning for? My excitement grew and I was filled with hope of seeing something in real life what I had so far seen only books. I pretended to get sleepy and excused myself (you see, even then I was a well mannered kid). I visited the toilet and the wished both of them good night and went into my room, switched off the lights and got into the bed. No sooner had I settled in, I started hearing giggles and whisperings from the living roommy heart started pounding, as much out of the excitement as out of fear of getting caught at what I was planning (or at least hoping) to do. But I controlled my urge and waited impatiently. I really didn't know why I waited. I had no clue (at the time) as to how things will progress and what would be the right time to move in for the view. Anyway A few minutes later I heard the TV come on and I could hear the cassette being inserted in the video player. I was sure that I could not go out and watch the movie (I had an inkling that it was an `adult' movie) and just as I put my foot off the bed to go out, I heard footsteps outside my door. I jumped back under the blanket and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. It was Rajat who opened the bedroom door and walked towards the bed casually. I could feel him near meI tried to breathe normally and stay still. He went back, closing the door behind him. Now, I knew, something interesting was about to happen. I waited for a few minutes more and put my ear to the keyhole trying to listen to the sounds outside. All I could hear was music from the TV. The bedrooms were adjacent to each other with my room closer to the living room, which was to the left, at the end of the corridor. I opened the door as soundlessly as I could and waited was there anyone coming to check? No. I proceeded slowly to the end of the corridor and knelt down. I slid my face inch by inch to the end of the corridor wall till I could see the TV. The TV was placed against the opposite wall and the screen was filled with the face of a foreign female. I crouched there watching the TV as the camera zoomed out of her face and panned her body. I was frozen there and could feel my heart beating like drums as I watched the camera reach her navel and then kept going lower and lowernow, I could see some hair and my tongue had gone dry I tried to wet them and swallow the lump in my throat, vainly. I could feel my neck stretching out to get a better view of what was about come on the screen when I noticed that the hair was actually a man's head sliding up and down below her belly just where I was hoping to see the bush of the foreign female. I felt my stomach ache and realized how tensed I had become. Just then I heard Chandra's voice, yet it wasn't like her voice at all. I had forgotten all about them my main mission after I saw the female on the TV. Once more I took a deep breath (hoping that it was quiet) and leaned further over the wall to see where the action was. At first I had difficulty making out what I saw. Slowly as my eyes adjusted to the dimness and I eased up my breathing. I could see Rajat's bare, broad back and Chandra grabbing his hair with one hand and digging her nails into his back with the otherRajat and Chandra were embraced in some sort of kissing (I guessed, at that time). Then Rajat pried Chandra's hands and got upand if it weren't for the shock, which froze me where I was, I would have bolted back to my room, thinking that he may have heard me. Instead, Rajat stood up and lowered his shorts. Now, I could see his buttocks from where I sat both of his hands were in front of him and by the movements (and from what he said) I guessed that he was holding Chandra's face with one and with the other he was waving his phallus at her, asking, "Want this, my little bitch?" I was shocked. How could anyone talk to his wife like that? I thought he loved her. But the thought was quickly pushed aside as I saw Rajat move to his right and Chandra come into my view for the first time since I returned from the bedroom. She was on the sofa with Rajat now standing opposite her over her outstretched legsI could make out her face in the flickering light of the TV and what I saw was the same lovely face I had been seeing for the past three years; yet, there was something differentas I realized much latersomething very seductive and erotic. "Yes, huzoor, please give it to me," she said. "Beg then," Rajat was telling her, "beg and show me how you want it." Chandra was now on her knees on the carpet and was pleading with joined hands, "Please, Raja-saab, please give it to me. Let me suck on your rod and drink my favorite juice". I shifted my eyes to Rajat's "rod", it looked big and thick (but much smaller than what I had seen in the pictures) and he was waving it in front of her face, slapping her with it and brushing it across her lips. Every time she opened her mouth to take it in he would pull her head back with the other hand and taunt her to beg more. This went on for few moments more before she grabbed his bouncing rod and kissed it. She then pushed his foreskin back and exposed the swollen purple head, which was now glistening with his pre-cum. She flicked at the droplet with the tip of her tongue. This made Rajat stiffen and put both his hands on his hips to balance himself from falling behind Chandra had his cock in her left fist and was sliding the skin up and down the shaft. She placed a light kiss on the tip of his throbbing manhood and teasingly looked up at Rajat, who was in turn looking heavenwards as she slid her lips over the bulging bulk in her hand. She pushed her face on it till almost the full length was inside her mouth. Slowly, she drew her head backand then back on to it again in, out, in, outthe head was moving back and forth. Rajat started matching her rhythm by moving his pelvis as if he was actually fucking her mouth. The only sounds I could hear were the wet sucking sound of Chandra's mouth moving over Rajat's cock and Rajat's heavy breathing. The heart beat, the sound of the TV or the world around me had disappearedall I could see was my first real blowjoband that from someone who looked so homely and docile so different from the girls in the pictures. Chandra was moving her head faster and Rajat matched his thrusts with her bobbing head Suddenly, Rajat buckled as if in pain (I wondered if she had bitten him for calling her a bitch) and then straightened up and pulled Chandra's head back with one hand and started masturbating with his own right hand. As he did this there was a different kind of smile on Chandra's face and she was prompting him, "Yes, my Raja, shoot your load on your daasi." "Give your slave her reward." But, Rajat was oblivious and was almost bending down upon her head when he straightened up again just before he shot a jet of his man- juices on Chandra's faceit was all over her cheeks and chins (yes, she had a double-chin)he continued to pump his throbbing cock and more of his load spurted on to her. He then held her face and made her take his oozing rod back in to her mouth and was moving his hand over it as if he was squeezing all the remaining juices down her throat. Chandra seemed to enjoy this and was sucking on it with relish Then, slowly, Rajat pulled his cock out of Chandra's mouth and fell on the sofa, drained out but happy. Chandra just sat there, on the carpet and pulled her T-shirt over her head and wiped her face and neck with itas she did this, I noticed that she was not wearing any bra. Though I had seen her breasts many times before, it was different this time. Maybe, I was just looking at them with a different pair of eyesI noticed, after all these years, that her breasts were very full and fair she was quite fair herself and the unexposed parts (I don't ever remember seeing her in a sleeveless out fit all those years and her dresses could only be described as conservative) of her body seemed even fairer. She had large pinkish areoles and her nipples were quite thick and long. It was almost as if the teats on baby feeding bottles were designed from her nipples. The breasts themselves were big (much later I found out about cup sizes and hers were a `C') and there was something different about themthey were not like round melons (as some of my friends used to described big-breasted girls). When I thought about it later, I realized they were shaped more like the Alphonso mangoes that we used to get back in Indiaonly slightly bigger. The base was almost big enough to fill both my hands and it tapered slightly as it moved towards the nipple. They looked just as tasty and inviting. I wondered what next. Was this all? Is this all they did and was it now time to go to sleep? The pictures that I had seen showed many more thingsweren't these two going to do those? I was disappointedI was hoping to see what `fucking' was really likeso many pictures and so many whispered storiesand all I get to see wasjust then Chandra got up and gave Rajat a kiss on his cheek and said, "Be right back, my baby. Let me wash up and come, then, mommy will give you more doo- dhoo." I almost wet my pantswhat was I supposed to now? I slid back as quietly as possible and rushed into my room and shut the door it must have just in the nick of time, because a few seconds later I heard her open the door to my bedroom and peek inside. Seeing me sleeping (he, he!), she pulled it back and went to the bathroom. I heard the water flow, but it was not the tap. It sounded different. Yes, she was taking a pee and left the door openhow I wished I could go and watch that. Then I heard her flush the toilet and splash water on herself. A few moments later she was in the kitchen and I heard the fridge open. Maybe she's having a drink of water (much later I found out that it was just water she had taken) and/or taking it for Rajat. My eyes were beginning to sting with sleep, but I couldn't let them shut them. I knew there was more to watch and I wanted to stay awake for that. When I felt that she had returned and it was safe to go back, I slid out of my bed and tiptoed to my vantage point. But when I reached there, it was almost dark. The TV had been switched off and the only light was the glow of the table lamp at the far corner of the room. It was not only lowered to its dimmest, it was also on the other side of the people. This gave me only the chance to view the silhouettes. I was disheartened but not so much that I was ready to go back to sleep. I decided to stay and watch whatever I could see and hoped that this time around they wouldn't take any breaks. As I sat crouched behind the wall, Rajat leaned over and kissed Chandra on her neck, and then on the shoulders, then he moved down her arms and kissed his way to her fingers. He held her palm in his hand and started kissing each finger then took each one of them in his mouth and sucked on them. I was straining to make out the figures as the shadows made them look like one and I was imagining more than I could see. After a few moments of sucking on her fingers, Rajat made Chandra sit upright on the sofa and kneeled before her between her parted legs. She was wearing her petticoat (which she usually wore under her maxi/dress at home). But this night, I hoped I would get to see (and not just glimpse) what was underneath. He struggled to untie the stringand she jokingly chided him, "can open other things without any struggle, but can't open a naada." He in turn, joked about having to use his fingers where `other' things were concerned. After she helped him untie the string, he pulled her petticoat from under her and threw it behind him. There she sat, without a single stitch on her body, except the toe rings on the second toe of both of her chubby feet. That's when I noticed that she had removed all other jewellery, including her mangalsutra. Rajat started to kiss her again, first on her mouth and after a few tonguing moments, he started to move lower. I noticed he had his left hand behind her and in his right hand he had cupped her left breast. Chandra was leaning back on the sofa with her face turned towards the ceiling and eyes shut tight. Rajat was mouthing her all over her chest and then over her breasts and finally he started to suck on her large nipplesas he did this, Chandra caught Rajat's head and pressed it on to herself, giving out little moans. (I wondered if he was biting her too hard.) Deliberately, he moved lower and was now kissing her tummy and licking her all over, circling and poking his tongue into her belly button. This seemed to give her pleasure and she pulled his face up and started to kiss him He removed her hand and put them to her side and got up (and I wondered, sadly, "now what?"). In the darkness I could make out the smile he had, as he move towards the table lamp. He increased the brightness to a level that made seeing both of them clearly. "Umm, why did you do that?" she moaned. "I want to see what I am enjoyingI like to see what I am having for dessert," he replied. Wishes do get granted there was light! She was fair, very fair. And plumb. She was not like the models and actresses you see on TV or films. She was more like a `bhabhi' of the moviesplumb and soft all over. Her thighs were thick. So was her midriff, not exactly paunchy, but just plump all over. And just a little below belly button, I could see the patch of thick bush that I had seen fleetingly so often. The hair seemed thicker and darker between her fair thighs, and Rajat was combing it with the fingers of one hand while he caressed her breasts with the other. He then slid his hands over her thigh and started kissing them. Down, he went. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, her knees, all the way to her feet. He was almost prone on his stomach as he licked and sucked her toes on both feet, as if he was paying homage to a goddess. Then he started his climb upwards and this time he spread her legs even wider as he reached the insides of her left thighall this time I could hear Chandra's moaning and mumblings. I could not make out the words, exactly, but there were a lot of "oohs" and prolonged "ummms", interspersed with "yeses" and "yas". As Rajat reached the top of Chandra's thighs, she clasped his hair and was bucking upwards to meet his mouth. He continued kissing her and lifted her willing legs over his shoulders as he buried his face even lower and deeper between her legs. From the way Chandra was writhing on the sofa and the increased frequency of her bucking, I was sure he was kissing her "there". Where "there" was exactly, was a real mystery to me at the time, but imagination compensated for the lack of knowledge (and the photos we saw gave enough fuel to that imagination). I could now hear other sounds. Sound like a puppy drinking milk from a shallow dishRajat was really having his dessert and it was turning my homely, docile Chandra into a wild bucking mare. She was almost a foot above the sofa seat, supported by Rajat's palms under her well- endowed buttocks; she was thrusting her hair-covered special dish into his face. Whatever Rajat was doing, Chandra was enjoying it to the hilt. And from what I could see Rajat was enjoying himself just as much. Suddenly, Chandra started bucking even harder and with her fingers clasping Rajat's hair tightly, was pressing his face deeper into herselfthe jerking and convulsions lasted more than few seconds before she relaxed back to the sofa. But, she still hadn't let go of Rajat's face, now buried deep between her legs. In the dim light I could see her face and chest had turned almost crimson. Slowly as she released Rajat's head, I could see that his face was covered with something wetas if he had put is face in a dish of jelly. He looked up at Chandra and smiled and raised his eyebrows and asked, "How was thatdid my daasi enjoy serving the dish." "Chup," she replied, "must not ask such questionsgo from here." "Hmm, sure?" he teased her back. "Sure you don't want more of that?" Then sitting down beside her, he held up his half limp cock and asked, "don't want to play with this?" "Yessssss," she replied with a big grin. "But first I must wake up that monster, na? Come here let me give his some wake up kisses." Saying this she bent down to his lap and started to kiss the length of his shaft. It immediately responded to her caress and started twitching upwards She brought it back to its full erection and continued to suck it as if it was her lifeline. I suddenly realized that I was squeezing my little cock so hard that I my nails were digging into the flesh. I wanted to take it out of my pajamas and start masturbating there but I was afraid of missing out the happenings on the sofa (and I was also afraid of being heard). A few minutes of sucking later Chandra got up and said, "I think the little monster wants to go into his cave." Saying this, she lay down on the carpet and beckoned Rajat. The position she was, on the carpet, gave me a good clear view of what was really there between her thick thighsthis was the first time I was looking at her from this angle and it was simply watering, mouth-watering, i.e. Her thighs, though thick, were smooth and silky. They were very fair and from all the action tonight, I could make out the finger and bite marks allover, where Rajat had expressed his passion so explicitly. She lay there, with her feet flat on the floor and the knees pointing to the ceiling. From where I was, I could see her hairy pussy with the swollen lips, which were like the inside of a pomegranatebright red and juicy. I could also see that it was wet and pouring out her juices. I wondered what was so nice about that flowing fluid that Rajat was in ecstasy licking it the way he was a few minutes ago. Thinking of that made me look up at clock. It was more than an hour since I first came out to spy on them wow; these guys are really into foreplay (I didn't remember using that word at the time, though). Rajat knelt between her legs and rubbed his hard cock on the wet pussy and was sliding it vertically over the slit in a teasing manner and asking, "Want this?" To this, Chandra simply moaned and made a hissing sound, "hhsssss" and raised herself to grab Rajat buttocks. But Rajat wouldn't let her and pushed back to the floor and lay on top of herHe started to kiss her (I guess, from the movements and sounds), and grind is hips on her. Once again Rajat raised himself up after a few moments of grinding and crouched to kiss Chandra's soaking pussy. Then, he raised her thighs and spread them apart while he positioned himself for the final assault (I guessed). Their position gave a view that, when I think back, was optimum. I could see that Rajat had placed his right palm on the bushy triangle and was massaging the upper part of Chandra's pussy with his thumb. As he did this, Chandra was being driven crazy with stimulation of her clit and was going on, "Oh gosh, oh gosh, Rajat, pleasssssssssssse just put it inside and ram me. I want you nnnaaowww, Raja. Now, please, Raja, Raja." Rajat ran the rubbed his palm over the flowing juices and rubbed it over his own cockhe did this a couple of times and then slid both is thumbs inside the pussy and rubbed the walls as if to loosen the swollen lips to make way impending intrusion. Only, to Chandra, it wasn't an intrusion at allit was what she was waiting for all evening. Then as Rajat readied himself, he held the top of Chandra's thighs apart with both his hands and moved his hips up and down as if placing his cock in the best position for entry. He stopped moving as he found his spot. Then, ever so slowly he pushed his butts towards the impatient pussy. When I saw the head of his cock sliding in, I felt myself pushing my cock into the fist I had made over it and to me it was almost as if I was the one about to ram my cock inside the inviting cavern of love. With one sudden and forceful thrust Rajat was deep inside Chandra's cunt. This made her buck up with the pleasure of pain and she sat upright, holding on to Rajat's broad shoulders with both her hands. As she did this, her face was placed over Rajat's left shoulder. Her teeth were clenched as tight her fists and her eyes shut tight. When she relaxed, after a couple of seconds, and opened her eyes, she was looking straight at me or at least I thought to at that moment. But she didn't seem to see me and I thought that I must have imagined it. Presently, she relaxed. I guess as the initial pain of the thrust subsided, the sensation of having the thick cock deep inside her was filling her up with the pleasure. She returned back to the floor and Rajat started to raise himself from heras he separated himself just far enough to keep the tip of his cock on the entrance of her pussy, and then lowered himself again. This time it was more slow and deliberate. As he reached the end, he pushed himself deeper, as if to touch her insides with his cock. He started pump and increased his momentum ever so slowly, every time giving a hard push at the end of thrust. As he increased the speed and force with which he was now ramming into the moaning and hissing Chandra's, Rajat started to grind his hips. He would bury his cock deep inside and at the end then move his pelvis as if he was grinding Chandra's clit with his pubic bone. In return, Chandra had both her legs wrapped around Rajat's thighs; just below his butt and was meeting his rhythm perfectly. She would release him just as he raised himself and then as he began his thrust she would tighten her embrace and pull him towards herself with her feet. This went on and on I don't know for how long. The suddenly he stopped and relaxed on top of herChandra held him like a baby over her and caressed his hair and patted his back. She was soothing him like a child who had just bruised himself, "shhh, shhh," she was going on. Rajat raised himself and got up. He then lifted Chandra and kissed her and patted her broad buttock. She seemed to understand what he wanted with a word being exchanged. She smiled, a knowing smile, and turned around and placed herself on all fours. As Rajat moved aside to get a tissue, I saw Chandra's voluptuous backside. It was quite wide and was flushed red all over. The force of Rajat's ramming must have really given the well-padded buttocks a real pumping. As she waited there on her fours, Chandra wriggled her ass invitingly at Rajat. This and the site of her dripping pussy were driving me crazy and my groin was hurting with the tension. I realized not for the first time that I was holding my breath again. Rajat sat beside her and slapped one huge cheek that was being waved in front of him. He then started to squeeze those cheeks and kiss them all over (and I went, "oh, no. Not again.") I just wanted to see what he would do nowwould he actually fuck her in the back. Would he put that big cock into her asshole? He continued kissing. He was kneading those cheeks as if they were dough and spreading them and slapping them and then again kissing them. The he did something I never thought (until then, that is) people did. He spread her cheeks far apart and kissed her smack in the center of her asshole. I wondered what it would smell and taste like. Instead of feeling yucky, I actually was excited, even more now. I wanted to see him spreading it and kissing the hole again. And Rajat did just that and more. He spread the cheeks and started to lick herall the way down he went with his tongue as far as it would reachthen licked his way up and slurped on the pick puckered hole. He flicked the puckered star with his tongue and circled the wrinkles with its tip. He was trying to pierce the tightly pursed muscles with his tongue and drooling over it. His spit mingled with her juices their juice was now dripping over her thick thighs. He kept licking her cheeks, the holes and up and down her thighs. Chandra was wriggling her tantalizing ass all the time, driving me mad with the desire to rush and find out for myself the pleasures of licking a big beautiful ass like that. But all I could right then was to squeeze my little throbbing cock with my fingers and hope that some day soon I could be doing what Rajat was now doing to her. Rajat once more knelt between her legs and spread her legs with his own knees till he was comfortably positioned. I lost view of what was happening and all that I could see was Chandra's thick thighs framing Rajat's legs. Rajat moved a little forward on his knees and tilted a little backwards. From this I understood that he was placing his cock in position to enter her again, but I was desperate to see which hole. I could not see but realized that it must have been into her pussy, because it was more of smooth sliding in than the forceful pushing he would have had to, if it was her back entrance. She was pushing her ass back on to him to meet his thrusts. He, in turn, started to pump her faster and was slapping her cheeks quite hard and was bending over her ample tits and squeezing them alternatively. In between he would remove his cock and rub it over her cheeks and from the her moans and movements, I guessed, he tried to place it on her asshole and push itAfter a few minutes of this he removed his cock and made her lie down again. Then without another word he just plunged his hard wet cock into her pussy and started to ram her hard. It was just a few pushes before he tensed up and grabbed the sides of her hips and started to pump her even harder than before. Through his clenched teeth, I could hear him say, "I am coming, I am coming." "Yes, my baby," she encouraged him. "Yes, come on, give it me." "Show me how much you love me," she went on. "Shoot your hot juices deep inside and fill me up with your love." That cajoling seems to have given him renewed energy. As she was coaxing him to shoot his hot jism inside her, I could see Rajat's buttock tightenhe was pushing deeper into her and started to jerk and ram harder into Chandra's pussy. All of a sudden, he stopped and was pushing himself deeper insider her. It was as if he could feel her pussy squeezing his cock inside to drain the last drops of his hot cum. He lowered himself on Chandra and lay on top of her, as she soothed him with words like, "Oh my baby, poor baby." I sat there in my crouched position and just stared at the bodies. They were glistening with perspiration. But what caught my attention was the sight between Chandra's legsher hairy pussy. After a few moments, I saw Rajat's cock relaxing and then it slowly popping out and lie thereand then her hot cunt let out the juices pumped in. It was as if lava was flowing out of a hot volcano, only this was creamy white. I was so transfixed on the spot that I think I wasn't even blinking, leave alone breathing. Then I saw Rajat starting to move and he was beginning to grind himself on her. At that moment I came back to my senses and noticed that I was holding on cock and it too had gone limp. When I moved my palm away, it was wet and that I had wet my pajamas with my cumand I hadn't even noticed it. Rajat lifted himself up from Chandra, who was lying on the floor with her hands and legs spread wide apartthe smile on face was wider. I crawled half way down the corridor more to avoid the fluid in my pants dripping on to the floor than out of fear of being heard. I just slipped on to the bed and pulled the sheet over myself and waited for the sound of movements outside. It wasn't long. I heard someone walk outside my door and go into the other roomthen I heard another set of footsteps. This one was accompanied with sound of ruffling clothes. I guessed it must be Chandra, tip toeing with their clothes behind Rajat. I reached out to the tissue box next to the bed and wiped my self as well as I could it congealed somewhat by then and I was feeling sticky around my thighs. I didn't want to go to the bathroom and wash- up, lest I raise any suspicion. I don't know how long I lay there awake thinking of what I just saw and was fantasizing and drifted into the nether world of dreams soon after that. I saw Chandra and my self, instead of Rajat, in the living room. I was kissing her and licking her and sucking her tits. Only this time I was not the 12 year-old-kid; I was grown up and had a muscular body and a cock I was proud of. And Chandra too was not the plumb, hairy female I had just seen being fucked in the living room. Just as I was about to lean over and kiss her, I felt someone shake me. I woke up with a startle and did not recognize the surroundings. I thought I was still dreaming and Chandra had transformed overnight and was waking me up. As I got oriented a few seconds later, I saw that it was Chandra sitting next to me in the caf and shaking me. She was saying something, which I couldn't make out. Then I remembered that she was indeed in person in front of me and I was day- dreaming about that night long agothe night I first saw her being fucked my her husband, when she was just another good-looking housewife with a pretty face and smile. Now, here she was. Beautiful. In every sense of the word, just as I had dreamt on that very night when I slept holding my cock fantasizing about making love to her. I don't know exactly how long it was between the time we came into the caf and the time she shook me up from my daydream. She asked me, "Kya hua?" "I don't know, Kandy." "I can't believe how much you have changed," I blurted out. Either she ignored it or didn't notice it, but she didn't say anything about my calling her Kandy. Instead, she simply said, "I hope for the better and you like what you see. You too have changed into a hunk." I couldn't believe what I heard. It was my turn to wonder either I was misinterpreting her tone (and words) or she was actually flirting with me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to get dumbfounded again. "Like?" I asked, "I love the way you look. If only." I let the sentence hang in the air, without completing it. "If only, what?" she persisted. Was she really flirting? Or was she just, teasing me? I wasn't sure at that point in time. A year or so, after The Night, Rajat and Chandra left the country. Rajat had got a better offer somewhere else and they moved stock and barrel to a different country. After a few months of keeping touch (from what my mom used to tell) we lost contact with them. All through the years, since she left, I never forgot her. And always fantasized about her. Almost all my fantasies used to be centered on her and most of the times that I masturbated and I did that very often those days I used to imagine that I was shooting my load either in her or on her. I did get around to having girl friends, but never got to actually laying any of them. Either, I was not interested (not fully true, I wished to fuck any girl, but the few times I did get the chance it didn't materialize) or the girl was not willing. I did get to feel a lot of tits and pussies, though. I had pussy juice dripping all over my palms and had my share of blowjobsbut never actually got my dick into a pussy. So, technically, at 19, I was a virgin. I had very strong feeling that all that was about to changeand how!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Vaheed. I live in a small house in Bombay with my widowed mother and her cousin sister. This happened around two years back when i was 17. My Ammi was around 40. Mom's cousin sister lived with us to help us with the household chores. Her husband had left her after 10 years of marriage for another young girl. My mother's name was Sakeena and my khala's name was Zubeda. My Ammi was 40 yrs old. She is slightly on the fatter side still had a smooth sexy body. Her breasts were huge, must be around 38D. And it did sag a little. She had wide hips and sexy face with pouting lips. She used to wear both sarees as well as salwar-kameez. I liked her when she used to wear sarees as this would show a very good view of her fair abdomen. She used to wear very tight blouses and her sarees used to hug her figure completely. She never used to pin her pallu, which caused it to slip down very frequently giving me an ample view of her sexy breasts. Zubeda was around 35 yrs of age and was the slimmer of the two. She was not very beautiful but had a pleasant face and good sexy breasts. What i liked most about her was that she never wore any bras in the house, which led to her having a saggy breasts which only made it look bigger. We were very close to each other and there was minimal dressing in the house. Mostly Ammi and Zubeda used to wear nighties and only changed when they had to go outside. Even though i had ample view of the female anatomy, they never occurred in any of my sexual fantasies. Everything changed one day when i was in 12th class. I came home early one day from school. I rang the bell many times but there was no response, and i was wondering if there was anybody at home. After 5 mins, my khala opened the door. She had just a towel wrapped around her body and she was wet all over. It was obvious that she was taking bath. She opened the door and i went inside. She said, "Aaj to jaldi aa gaye? Mein to naha rahi thi.". I said, " Haan...aaj class jaldi khatam ho gayi.". I could not stop looking at her breasts which were peaking out of the small towel. They are big and fair, and as she had her left hand holding on to the towel by the chest, it bulged out of the towel. As she walked towards the bathroom, i could not help staring at her round and big buttocks. She said, "Mein abhi nahake aati hoon. phir tumhe chai philatha hoon." I said. " Teek hai.". I went to to my room and lay on the bed. but i couldnot get my mind of my khala. I started fantasing about her and i felt my dick starting to grow. And for the first time i jerked off thinking about my khala. Before long my khala called me from the kitchen to have tea. I went to the kitchen after cleaning up. I went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. My khala came with 2 glasses of tea and sat beside me. As we were having tea, i starting looking at her in a different way, thinking about her as a lover. She was wearing a pink colored nightie and as usual no bra. I could faintly see the nipples poking out through the night dress. She had a white lace panties on which were clearly visible when she was sitting. We started talking about school and she was asking about my studies. But my mind was not in the mood to talk. I mumbled something as answers. Every time my eyes would glance at her breasts to catch a glimpse of her nipples. This didnot go unnoticed by my khala. As she finished her tea, she got up to keep the glasses in the kitchen, she said, "ab to bade ho gaye ho...abhi teri shaadi kar deni chahiye....". she smiled at me and went to the kitchen. I went to the living room and started watching TV. My khala came back and sat near me in the sofa to watch TV with me. This time she was sitting very close to me, more than usual. Her thighs were touching my thighs and she put her left hand on my hand. I sat still , not knowing as to what to do. She was cool and was acting normal. I asked her, "Where is mom?". She said, " oh....she has gone to her friends place. They have a party there so she will come late." I said, " oh okey...", thinking how i can handle the uncomfortable situation. She continued, " Why do you want mom, Am i not as good as her? it is good that we can spend some time together." I looked at her and said "woh to hai....". I could not help my eyes from dropping to her breasts for a second. She caught me and i smiled sheepishly and turned my eyes towards the TV. But my dick was erect now and was showing over my shorts. I moved my legs to hide it, but then saw my khala staring at it. She was staring directly at my crotch. she looked at me and said with twinkle in her eyes, "kaafi bade ho gaye ho!!". I was embarresed. I started watching TV. After a couple of minutes, i felt something in my lap and looked down, it was my khalas hand. She was rubbing my inner thighs very near to the cock. My Lowda started growing bigger and bigger. She was looking directly at my face. I could see that she was very excited....she started moving her hand towards my cock, which was at its biggest. As soon as she put her hand my cock, it tweaked. she started moving her hand ever so slightly over my cock, rubbing it gently. She wispered to me ,"Vaheed ...idhar dekh." I looked at her....she brought her tounge out and licked her lips and said."Zubeda ko ek pappi nahi dega? mere in geele hoton pe ek pyari se chummi de na." I leaned towards her and kissed her on her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed me back. This was my first kiss.....she took my face in her hands and started kissing me all over the face....very slowly...very wet. She kissed my mouth again, this time she put her tounge inside my mouth and we had a 1 min long french kiss...After about 5 mins of kissing, she said, "Ab andhar mere room pe chalo. wahan pe baidke baat karte hain.". She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She made me sit on her bed and then lay down on her bed beside me. She put her hands on top of my Lowda and said, "abhi to bilkul jawan ho gaye ho." She took my right hand and put it over her stomach. I started rubbing her stomach and i found her navel which was big and deep and inserted my middle finger into it. This caused a moan from khala. She said, "Aur ragado...acche se..aui ma ". I started moving slowly towards her breats. I said, "meine yeh sab pahle kabhi kiya nahi hai." khala said, "Koyi baat nahi.....mein tere ko sab kuch sikha doongi. Aise sikhaoongi ki koi bhi ladki tere se kush ho jayegi.." I started caressing her breasts, over her night dress...first the left and then the right. She pulled me over her and said, "aise leto ..isme jyada maja aayega.". I used both my hands to squeeze her breasts. "Aise upper se hi karoge ki andhar phi haath daloge.?" I started unbuttoning her night dress....and i slid it off her shoulders. There were two beautiful breasts..all silky smooth..waiting to be touch and caresses. On top of each of them were the black nipples each of them of the size of a large grape. They looked like large black grapes placed on top of milky white mountains of custards. I caressed them with both hands....and started squeezing them. She moaned..."AAui ma HHH....". I stopped and asked.."khalaie..dard ho raha hai?". She said..."nahi....maja aa raha hai...aur dabao....aur mujhe khalaie nahi bulao...Zubeda bulana.". I said, "teek hai...khalaie....nahi Zubeda." She placed her hand behind my head and slowly pulled my head down to her boobs and said, "abhi mere nipples ko chato....aur mere chuchiyon ko chooso.". I started sucking on her big boobs like a child..the more i sucked the more she moaned..."ahhh.....aur chooso..ahh..". I know she was in heat and there is no going back. I kept on sucking her boobs one after the other and she would moan.."aaaui ma .....mere mummo ko kha jaa...Vaheed...aur choos...choos choos ke isko aur bade karo...mere raja aur chooso na." I kept sucking and licking her boobs for 10-15 mins. Then she pulled me away and laid me down on the bed and started removing my shorts and underwear. I was stark naked with in seconds. My Lowda sprang out of my shorts and was fully erect standing straight like a big pole. She caught hold of it and started slowing moving her hands over my 7 inch pole. "Kitna pyara hai...aur kitna bada. isko to aaj mein bahut baar rulangi. Saale itna bada lund lekhe aaj tak ghoomtha raha aur ek baar bhi mere ko dene ka bhi nahi socha. aaj mein iski khabar leti hoon." And she started licking my cock...first she sucked the outside with long wet strokes and then head. When it was fully wet, she took the Lowda inside her moth and started sucking it like an icecream cone. She would come up for breath in between and then go back to sucking. She would take the whole of my Lowda inside and suck it. I was in heaven. "lagta hai apne bahut baar kiya hai ....". She looked up and laughed "Haan...bahut lund choosa hai mein ne. yeh lauda hai aisi chees ki ek baar jo chaate isko, iska deewana ho jati hai." She went back to sucking with more vigour, and i could not take any longer, I shouted...."Ahhh.....Zubeda...mere ko aa raha hai....mera nikhalne wala hai." She took the Lowda out of her mouth and started jerking me off with her hands....."Aui ma ui ma hh....h ya alla ya alla ya alla .....aa gaya....nikhal gaya.". "nikhal apni poori pani nikhal aur mere muh pe de...aa Vaheed apni Zubeda ko lund se nahala de." I opened my eyes to see that i had shoot my load all over her face.....her face was covered with my cum. What she did after that was something i never even imagined in my fantazied. She started rubbing my cumm all over her face with her hands. then she scooped up a little cum with her middle finger and sucked it off..."wah kya taste hai. Itna tasty to meine aaj tak nahi khaya hai. Arre Vaheed, har din mere ko apni lund ki pani pilana...." And she kept rubbing the cum and licking and sucking her hands. She bend down to kiss me on my lips with her mouth. I found the salty taste of my own cum in her mouth. we french kissed for more than a minute. My Lowda has shrunk from all the deposit that i had made on her face. "yeh to chota ho gaya. koi baat nahi ..aur thodi der pe mein isko khada kar deta hoon. Vaheed....mera nightie utthar de.." I removed her nightie from her body and threw it by the bed. She was now just in her panties and her panties were very wet at the crotch. I put my hands inside her panties and rubbed her. "Aui ma hhh.......maja aa gaya. woh bhi uttar de. poori nangi kar de mere ko." I helped her to remove her panties. For the first time i saw the pussy of a women. It was covered with a lot of hair, it looked as if she had never shaved her pussy all her life. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs. "aa raja....mere choot chato." I bend between her legs and smelled the sweet musky smell of her womenhood. "yahan to poore baal hai." "haan mein kabhi baal kaate nahi hai. isme jyada maja aate hai. tum abhi mere choot ko chato.". I started licking her pussy lips and her clitoris. She was in ecstasy. She arched heself on the bed and pushed her pussy right into my face. I opened her pussy lips and started licking in right ernest, all the time flicking her clitoris with my thumb and mindex finger. "aur chaat raja.....bahut din se kisine chata nahi.." "chaat chat ke meri paani nikhal de....mere raja." I kept licking her for another 10 mins during which she came atleast 3 times....everything giving me the taste of her sweet musky smelling cum. I kept drinking her cum and wiped it clean with my toungue. We were exhausted and i collapsed right beside her. "abhi to shuru hui hai..tum itni jaldi thak gaye?" "nahi Zubeda....thaka nahi hoon...batao aur kya karna hai." "ab tum mujhe chodo.....mere choot mein apni lund daal ke chodna. bahut maja aayega." "abhi to mera lund khada nahi hai." "mein khada kar detha hoon.....mein ne aise kitne lund khada kiya hai." She took my Lowda in her hand and started playing with it.....she would stroke it and then rub it aganist her boobs and her pussy and the time talking to me in her dirty language. As we are getting more excited, her language started getting dirtier and dirtier. Now i was having a full hard-on ...my Lowda standing straight up in its full glory. "Dekh ...mein ne bola na...ab tum apni khala ko chodne layak ho gayi ho." "teek hai Zubeda....ab mein tere ko chodooga." "chod chod ke meri choot ko bhosda bana dena." she spread her legs and opened her pussy wide...pulled me between her thighs took my Lowda in her hands and guided me towards her wet pussy. "ab dheere se dhaka laga aur lund ko mere andhar kar de." I started entering her slowly...she was red hot....my Lowda was burning from her heat. "aur jor se dhaka laga...poora andhar kar de..." I was fully inside her. she was not very tight, she defintely have had many a Lowda in her pussy before. It slid in smoothly. "abhi bahar nikhal ke phir se ghoosa...is bar jor se ghoosana. aui ma hhh....." I started fucking her slowing moving in and out. "jor jor se mar mere ko." I started fucking her faster. She also started moving her hips towards me to meet my thrusts. Slowly we got into a rhythm, not too fast and not too slow....just the right speed. I knew i could last long before i came as i had come twice earlier in the day. "Vaheed mere ko gaali dena....gaali deke chodne mein bahut maja atha hai. mere se baat kar aur mere ko khub badiya badiya gali de" I was shy to do it and didnot know what to do. "acha mein gaali deke chodtha hoon.....tum wahi mere ko wapas galiana." She said as she was fucking. "teek hai...Zubeda." "sale chodu....aur dabake chod gaandu. mere chuchi dabha saale madarchod." "saali ...maa ki lodi.... tere ko chod ke teri choot ko bhosada bana doonga." "bana de....bahen chod....mere choot ke dhakan.....mere bhosda ko bum-bhosada bana de. aur jor se chod behenchod...apni maa ki behen ko mar...chod meri choot ko aur meri chuchi ko choos." "Aui ma ........ alla alla o......meri laudi....meri lund leke maja loot...behen ki laudi....madarchodi." "mere ko aur jor se ...adui ma h....mar...aur chod...saale...lode ke baal....mere bhosadchod.....chod aui ma h....oui ma ui ma h......ah aha aha ah ah...chod...chod saale..." "mere ko nikhlne wala hai...meri jaan...mein teri choot mein pani nikhalne wala hoon...saali...." "ahh.....nikhl jaldi nikhal....apni lund ka pani de......meri jawani ki pyas bujha ...mere lund....ahhh......ui ma .... alla alla ......mere behen ke laude." I came into her cunt....and she came as well......she jerked and her whole body spasmed and jerked...as we both came together. "maja aa gaye....bahut salon baad aise maja aaya hai. tu to bahut bada chodu nikhla. mere jaise chudhakad ko bhi maja dila diya. aaj se mein tere se hi chudwaongi." We lay beside each other and hugged our sweat and cum soaked bodies together exchanged occasional kisses. "aaj thak mein khele aur khakhadi se kaam chalati thi. Ab mere ko 7 inch ka tagada lauda mil gaya. ab roj tere se chudwaoongi." "mere ko bhi bahut maja aaya....aap ko chodne ka bahut man kar raha hai." "aaj ke liye bas...ab tere ko bahut kuch sikhni hai. ab to mein teri...ab to Sakeena aur khele ki jaroorat nahi hai." "kya ?? meri maa bhi...?" I was shocked. "kyon? teri maa aurat nahi hai? woh to mere se bhi badi chudhakad hai....woh to teri lauda dekhke uchal padegi." I had never thought about my Ammi in a sexual way. But my khala's words prompted me to think about her. She was certailnly a very sexy lady, the more i thought about her the more i was in love with her. she was more beautiful than my khala....bigger boobs and bigger buttocks. "to aap mummy ke saath maja loodhte ho?" "haan.....hum dono bade pakke dost hai. Saath mein bahut baar kiya hai...aur saath hi mein bahut mard ko bhi choda hai." This was news to me. I never realized that my Ammi was such a slut. "aaj se teri baari hai.....ab hamen bahar mard doodne ki jaroorat nahi hai." "par maanegi...kya woh mere se marwegi?" "hmmm.....mein mana loongi. tum wahi karna jo mein kahthi hoon. dekhte hai kaise nahi manegi. waise tera tagda lund dekhega to koi bhi maan gayegi." she laughed. It was getting late and my Ammi was about to come home. We wore our clothes and got ready. "tum underwear mat paheno. sirf shorts pahen lo." she told me. She wore her panties and the nightie. This time left her top buttons open so that i can see her boobs when ever she moved or bend down. After about an hour or so, my Ammi came home from the party. She was slightly drunk but not very much. she still was in her senses. probably just had a couple of drinks. My Ammi had the habit of smoking when she is drinking. She sat down at the kitchen table smoking a Wills cigarette and started talking to Zubeda. I was in the living room watching TV. I turned down the volume and started listening to their conversation. "party mein maja aaya?" Zubeda was asking... "kahaan maja aaya? aisi hi thi...bus meinne do-teen peg mar li. woh sharad mila tha party mein." "kyon woh chotta lund wala.?" then they both started giggling.. "haan wahi chotta lund wala....bol raha tha ki phir se meri leni hai. meinne aise hi taal di uski baath. Kyon choosege uska chotta lund." "uski to bahut hi chotta tha ...maja hi nahi aaya. usse acha to meri ungli hai." "par saale ne meri idhar-udhar dhabake mere ko garam kar di....aaj raat ko kuch kare bina needh nahi aayegi." "aap chintha mat karo....aaj raat ko hum milke khub maja loondege...mere ko bhi khujali ho rahi hai. Ek Wills dena." "idhar aake le le..." Silence..... "yeah kya rahi ho Zubeda......Vaheed udar hai..woh dekhega tho". "woh TV dekh raha hai....usko nahi sunega..." I was curious i moved towards kitchen door and started peaking in. Ammi was sitting with her back towards me with her cigarette in her hand. Zubeda had another cigarette in her hand and she was sitting on the kitchen table, and one of her boobs was hanging outside her nightie. Ammi was playing with Zubeda's nipples with her left hand and smoking her cigarette. Zubeda was caressing my mom's face while blowing smoke into her face. "teri nipples to bahut bada hai. pata nahi itne bade kaise hai. isko kitne hi baar chooso man nahi bhartha." "chalo Sakeena behen, terko aaj mein apni chuchion se doodh pilathi hoon." "abhi nahi khana khane ke baad......aaj bahut man kar raha hai. raath ko maja loodege teri jawani ka." "acha mein khana lagati hoon..." They both stood up and kissed with open mouths filled with cigarette smoke. Then Ammi started towards the living room and i ran and sat on the sofa watching TV. Ammi came near me and sat on the sofa. Seeing her made my Lowda go hard again and it made a small bulge on my shorts. Anyways Ammi was not paying any attention. I looked at mom. she was wearing a very sexy green nylon saree which was hugging every part of her sexy body. Her big boobs were encased in a very thin green blouse through which you could clearly see her white bra which barely could hold her big over flowing boobs. Her pallu was off her shoulders giving me an ample view of her large and deep cleavage. I couldnot take my eyes off her breasts. "chalo khana lag gaya......aa jayo" Zubeda shouted from the kitchen. "mein yeh saadi nikhal kar aati hoon." mummy said and went to her room. I went to the kitchen and sat at the table. Zubeda came to place the food on the table and bend down in front of me showing her full boobs through the open nightie. She caught hold of my semi-erect Lowda and started stroking it. "thoda aur bada kar detha hoon, meri pyare lund ko.". Now i had a good enough erection which was difficult to hide. We sat down at the table and my Ammi came inside to have food. She had removed her saree, and was wearing just her transparent blouse and a green petticoat. Her blouse was so tight and low cut that i could see most of her juicy boobs. Her abdomen was very bare and her navel was very deep. I could not take my eyes off her. Zubeda gave me a pinch and said "woh baad mein kha lena...abhi yeah khana khayo.". We all sat down and started to eat. "Sakeena behen aaj to bahut acchi lag rahi ho....is hari blouse aur petticoat mein." "chal ri....Vaheed ke samne aise majak nahi karte." "arre abhi hamari Vaheed bahut bada ho gaya hai. tum ache se dekhoge to chaunk jayonge." She said it with a giggle and glanced down at my crotch. This made my Ammi also look at my crotch, and she kept lookign at it for a while. I was embarresed and looked down and started eating. Ammi also started eating with out another word. After dinner i went to watch a movie in the living room. Ammi was sitting beside me onthe sofa. After some time Zubeda came and sat beside Ammi on the other side. As the moview was going Zubeda kept her hand on mom'd thighs and started rubbing it. My Ammi was getting aroused but she didnot show it. I kept looking at them with the corner of my eyes. Zubeda's hands kept moving towards mom's crotch, and she had nightie opened up so that my Ammi can see her boobs very clearly. Then my Ammi took a cigarette from the pack and asked me to get a match from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and returned after some time. What i saw on the couch made my Lowda grow to the fullest. My Ammi was lip kissing Zubeda and caressing her boobs which had fallen out her nightie. I stood in front of them with my Lowda sticking out through the shorts in all its glory. Ammi saw me and starightened herself. I lit a match and held it out for my Ammi as she lighted her cigarette. This was the first time i had lighted my mom's cigarette. I hoped she would light up my "cigarette" tonight. Seeing my erect cock, Zubeda moaned..."ohh.....wow dekho kitna bada lag raha hai". Before i could do anything she pulled my shorts down in one go...and my Lowda sprang out in all its glory. Both the women were staring at my cock, Ammi was as if she had forgotten to smoke her cigarette. Before Ammi could say something Zubeda knelt beside me and took my Lowda in her mouth and started sucking it. "yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Ammi shouted in a feeble voice. But Zubeda kept sucking me like mad......and my Ammi kept staring at her. After some sucking Zubeda got up and removed her nightie. she was in her panties now. She sat on my mom's lap facing her, and brought her boobs in front her face and pressed it aganist her. My Ammi was now between Zubeda's boobs. She seemed to be becaming more and more bolder and less shameful. She put her cigarette down and caught hold Zubeda's boobs and started sucking them with out even looking at me. Zubeda then beckoned me to her side and asked me to stand on the sofa so that my Lowda was right in front of her face. She took my Lowda in her mouth and started sucking it. As my Ammi came up after sucking on Zubeda's boobs she saw that she was sucking on my thick big cock. Zubeda's pulled my Lowda out of her mouth, glistening with the saliva of her mouth. Then she offered my Lowda to Mom. Ammi stared at it for a while and then she opened her mouth and Zubeda pushed my Lowda into her mouth. Ammi started sucking on to my Lowda while Zubeda started to undress her. She removed her green blouse and exposed her white bra. This was getting unbelieveable to me. My own Ammi was sucking my Lowda and my khala was undressing my mom. I closed my eyes and starting enjoying the sucking that my Ammi was giving me. she was gentle and caring stroking me with her hands long and slow and licking the lenght of the Lowda and sucking on the head before she put the whole lenght of it inside and started sucking it faster. Zubeda had removed her bra too and Ammi was topless now.....i could not but admire the beauty of her breasts. I put my hands down and starting playing with her black nipples. Though it was not the size of Zubeda's it still looked big enough. I started kneading one of my mom' boobs and one of Zubeda's nipples with the other hand. Zubeda was sucking on one of mom's boobs and Ammi was sucking my cock. All this was terribly incrediable. I could not believe the luck i was having to make out with two of most gorgeous ladies in the town. Ammi pulled my Lowda out and said "chalo andhar mere bed pe chalte hai." I got up and put my arms around the two topless women and went to my mom's bedroom. Ammi laid down on her bed and asked me to come lay down on top of her. "aa mere bete, aake mere uppue leto." Zubeda proceeded to remove her panties and she lay beside us on the bed and started sucking on mom's boobs. "kitna peeyogi mere chuchi ko? Ab to meri jawani lootne ke liye mera beta bhi aa gaya hai. aaj hum dono milke iski jawani loothe hai" Zubeda smiled and said, " haan mere se bhi raha nahi ja raha. Saale ko aaj itna choodhoga ki isko apni nani yaad aa jayegi." Ammi removed her petticoat and panties in one go and spread her thighs before me. Then she licked her right hand and started stroking herself in front of me. "meri choot acchi lagi terko? chatega mera choot? apni maa ki choot chatega?" Her Pussy was as hairy as Zubeda's but much bigger. "haan mujhe apni maa ki choot chahiye. itna chatoonga hi apki pani dus bar girega." "arre kitne bade badon ne choda hai mujhe par aaj tak mere samne koi bhi jyada dher nahi khel paya hai. tum to abhi bacche ho...seekh jayoge.!!" "aap sikha dogi na...." I asked wettign my lips and staring at her crotch. She was fingering herself. "kyon nahi...tere se itna chudhwaoongi ki tu bhi kya yaad rakhega. mere saath aaj thak koi mard pura khel paya hai. Saare ke saare bhosandi wale jaldi jhad jate hai. mere ko lambi khel ki aadath hai. Kya tu apni maa ke saath puri raat khel payega? khub maje doongi jo koi saali randi bhi na de paye." "haan maa....apki har kaam karronga.....app jo bhi bole karronga." "Zubeda...ja makhan lekhe aa....aaj mein makhan lagakhe chudwaoongi." Zubeda went to get makhan from kitchen and she returned with a full bottle of desi makhan. Ammi put her hand inside and took a full scoop and applied it own her crotch and rubbed it all over. "aa ja ab mujhe chaat.". I bend between her legs and started licking her butter filled pussy. It tasted salty and buttery and i loved it. Zubeda squatted over my mom's face and lowered her pussy onto her mouth. Now i was sucking my mom's pussy while Ammi was eating Zubeda's pussy. I could hear my Ammi and Zubeda moaning. "aah....chaaat meri choot ko chhaaatke kha.... alla alla ....bahut maja aa rahe hai." "saali randi chaat meri bhosad ko...kha ja meri choot.....haramjadi" We were eating each other off for a while and i could feel my Ammi creaming...she would have come atleast twice in that time... "aa ab merko chod tu....Zubeda chal iska lund mere andhar dal." Zubeda took my Lowda and placed it in fron tof my mom's pussy. "chal saale jaa andhar...apni hi maa ki bhosade mein ghus jaa." "aa ja mere bete....apni maa ki andhar aa jaa.....aa madarchod aa." "aa raha mummy..." I thrust my hips and plunged my Lowda inside my mom's pussy. "Aui ma hh......dheere se ....laude." I started moving in and out of the pussy with smooth and string strokes. My Ammi was shouting all kinds of dirty things and so was Zubeda. Zubeda was kissing my Ammi and sucking her big boobs. I put one hand behind Zubeda's back and inserted three fingers inside her cunt. and she started fucking my fingers. Ammi started moving her hips aganist me and pulling me harder towards her each time. Zubeda was fucking harder aganuist my fingers. The sex was in the air....... "chod mere ko chod......madarchod.....apni maa ki choot pe lund dalke chod." Zubeda: "haan behen chod ....laude ke baal.....jor se chod apni maa ki pyas bujha." Me: "saali randi .. alla alla o....apni tange phylake de .....saali teri to aaj...aui ma hh." Mom: "haan saale.....randi ke aulad..ahahaui ma hhh..apni maa ko randi banke chod.....mein teri randi hoon sale..ui ma ya alla ya alla a....mau ke laude." Zubeda: "chod Vaheed. alla alla ooo...aur jor se chod apni maa ki choot phaad de aaj.....randi...bahut khujali hoti hai ise" Mom: "haan haram jadi....khujli hai...teri khujli bhi khatam kar doonga mein..ui ma alla alla oo..randi..saali choose meri chuchi." Zubeda: "Saali meri bhi choos.....haram jadi....beta chod.ahhh...apni bete se marwaegi....meri chcuchi bhi choose ke de.. alla alla ooo." This went on for another 10 mins before i came inside my mom......"aaui ma .....maaa mein aa raha hoon......meri paani nikhalne wala hoon." Ammi had creamed atleast 3 times before that...but she still was strong and was fucking me strong..meeting every stroke for stroke. "aa gaya maaa.......m ya alla ya alla ya alla aa.......... ya alla ya alla a rrr ya alla ya alla aui ma ui ma h ya alla ya alla aa h alla alla alla alla oon...." And i creamed inside her. I was exhausted and lay on top of my mom. She kept caressing my back and hair just as a Ammi would do to her son. She was so motherly and so fucking great. I was so fucking tired and didnot think i can get it up another time. "kya hua beta aur nahi chodega mere ko?" "maaa.....aap aur chodna chahte ho?" "abhi to meri shuru hui hai....mein to 4-5 baar aur chod sakhtha hoon" "behen aaj usko chod do." Zubeda said "uski pahle baar hai...bechara thak gaya hoga......" "teek hai....khal se mein tere ko itne khel sikhaoonga ki tu raat bhar khel sakhe." "aur bhi kuch hai ?" "aur nahi to kya....abhi tum kacche ho....abhi to tumne sirf ledke choda hai.....mein terko baitke aur khada rakhke chodna dikhaoonga. Phir tu meri mooh aur gaand bhi maar lena....abhi to bahut baki hai...." "tum so jaa.....baki kal .....kal se to teri tution shuru hogi...." Zubeda lay beside me with my Ammi on the other side. They both hugged me pressing those fleshy boobs agnist my face....and drifted off to sleep..... Only to wake up the next day and find that.......oh then that is another story. please send your comments to

Raja looked in his mother's bedroom, and saw half-empty plastic bottle was lying near mother's feet. Both mother and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when baby kept them both up with her frantic crying. Raja watched his mother as she dozed. His mother, Sunita Devi was still a young woman, only 34. She was beautiful with long black hair and beautiful even wearing an old house use Sari and blouse. Raja noticed that the hook in front of her blouse was undone and a large wet pink nipple was protruding. Raja felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away. Mother had been trying to breast feed baby again but couldn't. Doctor explained to her that many factors might be to blame including the mother's diet and level of stress. Fortunately, almost all babies who have trouble breast feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle. Baby was doing fine with bottle but mother kept trying to get her to nurse. Raja secretly found the idea of breast- feeding exciting. Since puberty he had the usual teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts. At 14 his sexual experiences were extended to some groping of the school girlfriends. But those girls were nothing compared to Raja's own mother, Sunita Devi. His mother had a slender frame with large, heavy breasts. Secretly, Raja had looked through the washing cloths to find one of his mother's brassieres. Feeling both ashamed and excited Raja read the faded tag on his mother's brassiere, 38DD. Hoping his mother would not notice, Raja hides the brassiere under the frame of his bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study when alone. Raja learned that women's breasts could increase during pregnancy. At the time of her pregnancy Raja's Father was with them. His father is officer in navy. He used to stay out of town for six to eight months at a stretch and then takes two to three months leave & stays at home with them. Raja remembered when his father was at home four month before. That time mother was five month pregnant. His father told to mother that he would not go until baby is born. It was good time as they were happy and enjoying. But just before one month he went back to ship as his mother tried to stop him. He told her not to worry that he had already arranged hospital and everything and would be back within six month. Mother wanted father to stay up to at least baby born. But his father didn't stay leaving his mother with him. She was depressed and broke down. Raja told his mother not to worry. They didn't need anyone else. He would take care of her, and Raja did. Their financial condition wasn't that well that they would hire any housemaid. So Raja took over cleaning the house and doing the household shopping, and even had gotten a part-time job at the local library to help their income. When his mother admitted at the local hospital, Raja volunteered to be his mother's caretaker but mother's younger sister, Anita auntie, said it wasn't proper and took his place as caretaker. In Raja's mother case, there had been some complications and a Cesarean had to be performed. He was forced to stay outside in the Waiting Room while Anita auntie with mother in the delivery room. He was overjoyed when the nurse announced that he now had a healthy baby sister. The nurse led him into the hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the bed holding the little baby. He hugged his mother and held his sleepy baby sister cautiously. "Meet your new baby sister, Raja." Sunita Devi announced proudly. His mother unbuttoned the top few button her hospital dress. Casually, she reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink nipple flopped out. "Uhhh, Maa. Shall I wait outside?" he said nervously. He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes drawn back where he would steal quick peeks of his mother's bare breast. He rarely saw his mother's breasts except for quick glances when she would lean over in a low- cut blouse or if pallu of her sari would fell. He was actually shocked and excited at his mother's sudden casual display of nudity in front of him. "No! Stay here Raja. I'm going to feed my milk to baby." Sunita Devi took baby to her nipple. Baby's mouth was against the nipple but she didn't suck. She lifted her heavy breast to position it better, and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his mother's nipple. Raja was fascinated. "I have to feed baby as I have been uncomfortable since I started producing milk." Raja just nodded nervously and tried to look away. She tried to nurse little baby, but she just looked with her unfocused eyes. At one point some of the drippings of her milk got on baby's lips but she still didn't get the hint. "She's probably doesn't know how to suck. I try later." She put baby back into the hospital cradle where she immediately fell asleep. "The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after Tomorrow." Sunita Devi held Raja's hand warmly, "Raja, you have done too much help even though you're small, son" "Maa, I'll always be there for you" he said tenderly. "Raja!" she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring at me so much." Raja looked away ashamed from his mother's bare breast. She pushed her exposed breast safely back into the folds of her dress. "Don't be embarrassed Raja." Sunita Devi said warmly as she unhurriedly re- buttoned her dress, "I certainly know from personal experience about the fascination of teen-aged boys with breasts", she laughed. He was hot with embarrassment but his mother held his hand reassuringly. "Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world. Please don't be embarrassed when I am feeding baby, OK Raja?" "OK, mother." He hung his head down. He crossed his legs slightly to hide his erection, and prayed to God that she didn't see that! Raja came to sense when he saw his mother woke up. Sunita Devi smiled when she saw him standing over her. "How are you, Maa? Is baby sleep?" She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. She didn't calm down until up to this morning. I tried again to get her to nurse but I couldn't." she said sadly. He took baby from her and placed her in the cradle. He wrapped her tight in the blanket. Sunita Devi was still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep from her eyes. He noticed that her blouse was still unhooked and his mother's bare breast was still hanging out. He could see that it was heavy with milk. Since he moved the baby he now noticed that the front of her blouse was soaked. She must be producing milk heavily. She looked down at herself. "God, I am a mess." She lifted the front of her blouse slightly, which opened the unbuttoned portion of her blouse further, exposing the white breast more. She lifted the breast that was exposed to insert in the blouse and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on Raja's shirt. "Oh, I am sorry, Raja." She closed the blouse, hooked and securely tucking away her breast. "Uh, that's OK, mother." He felt the warm wetness of her milk against his chest as it soaked through his shirt. It was a not unpleasant sensation. "Have you got something to do, Raja, while I change and feed baby." his mother said as she finally got up from the chair. "Sure, Maa." He left the room, closing the door behind him. He checked on around the house, then, was deciding what to do for dinner when his mother suddenly called for him from the bedroom. He opened his mother's bedroom door. He was surprised to see his mother half naked sitting on her bed, holding baby. Although she wore the Sari, pallu of her sari was lying on the floor. The hooks of her blouse were open exposing his mother's heavy, swollen breasts. The nipples were bright red and engorged, and dripping with milk. Her figure since the pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous curves instead of the trim figure she had had previously. In spite of him Raja grew immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully. "Raja, she isn't sucking." She said desperately. She didn't appear to be aware effect of her half nakedness was having on him. He looked over the baby. Baby was looking her breast with twinkling eyes even though her nipple was on her mouth. He came closer to his mother. Then turned face of baby holding her chicks with his fingers "mother, I think her lips are close, maybe you have to stick it in to her mouth." His mother lifted her left heavy breast and gently pushed nipple inside baby's lips. Since his hand was still touching the baby's chin, his mother's breast rest lightly against his finger. It felt warm and full. He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but she said nothing. He flicked the chicks of baby with his hand but nothing. "She can't get it, mother. Maybe you can try after some time." She pulled herself out of the baby's mouth, brushing against his finger as she did. She started to cry. "Raja, I'm a failure as a mother. I can't even feed my own baby. I can't do anything right." she sobbed. "Maa, don't cry." He hugged her and felt his mother's bare breasts pressed heavily against his chest. Immediately, he backed away. "Raja, they hurt! They're full with milk now, I have to take that out." she said desperately cupping her breasts. "Maybe, we should call doctor, mother." Suddenly something stuck in Sunita Devi's mind. She looked at him questioningly. "What, Maa?" "Raja. I feed you when you were a baby. You didn't have any problems. I feed you my milk until you were twelve months old." "Mother, what are you saying?" "Raja, if you don't mind can you suck out my milk. "Suck out her milk? His heart was racing. "Raja, you're still my son just like baby. Please suck some milk for me." His cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry. "Please, Raja. Do this for me." "Uh, yeah, mother." he stuttered. "How are we going to do this?" he asked nervously. Sunita Devi sat up further on the bed with her back against the bed frame. Here was a fantasy of Raja's secret-most dreams. Settle down. That's your mother there, he thought. She only wants you to do what the baby is supposed to do. Nothing more. "Come here, son," his mother said lovingly. He looked at his mother waiting for him on the bed on the looking like every man's innermost fantasy. He didn't think of that old blouse as something sexy before but now he realized that it could have been something out of fantasy. It framed heavy weight of his mother's breasts, putting them on display with the front open, exposing his mother's breasts; the open blouse actually accentuated their nakedness. Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother. She pulled him to her. Her nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk that was leaking out. She held him by the back of the head, gently bringing him to her breast. A hard nipple brushed against his lips and released more fluid. He opened his mouth instinctively and took in the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He reached under and cupped the breast with his thumb. It was heavy with milk. He tentatively sucked, and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. His mother's milk was like cow's milk except it was thinner and sweeter. He savored the warm milk. The milk started to overflow his mouth and drip down his chin onto his chest. He swallowed his mother's milk to stop to overflow, and discovered that the action caused even more milk to flow from his mother's tit. He sucked harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he drained more milk from mother's breast he could feel the swelling of her breast slowly diminishing. Her body started relaxing as he relieved the painful pressure. While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the side of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek. "That's it, my son! You're doing fine, Raja!" She kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers playfully through his hair. He sucked hungrily at his mother's breast, and greedily swallowed the milk with loud gulps. He held on tightly with both hands to the soft abundance of her breast. Raja knew that this was all he ever needed. As he sucked at his mother's tit he knew all other experiences in his life would pale compared to this. He could feel his mother's body start to stir with excitement. She pressed his head firmly to his breast and started spreading her legs, which cause her sari and petticoat raised up to her thighs. Raja was lying between her open legs slightly resting on her bare thighs. "Oh, Raja." She started moaning. He continued to suck hard until the flow drained to a tinkle. Without even thinking or looking his mouth found his mother's other nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his mouth. His mother's legs were now wrapped around Raja's knee. "Come on, Raja." she moaned softly. Raja's cock was throbbing. Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's thighs through his trousers. He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at his mother's nipple. Raja decided to tease the nipple with his tongue as he sucked. When his tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the electricity go through his mother's body. He played with the nipple as he continued to suck, and his mother's body started quaking. He could feel her hotness even through her sari and his trousers as his mother ground her crotch against him. "Oh, son" she now moaned loudly. Her breast was almost completely drained. Raja continued to suck the last of the milk as he teased her nipple with his tongue. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" His mother's body was shaking now as she moaned. Raja felt pain as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his underpants. They both lay there silently. Raja's lips where still on his mother's breast but he had stopped sucking. "Raja?" He was almost asleep. "Raja?" "Uh!" He lay there almost silences against the warmth of his mother's body. "Raja, I think we have to get up," she said in a soft voice. Raja forced himself to sit up. He looked at his mother and felt embarrassed and guilty, But Sunita Devi only smiled back sweetly at him. His mother's breasts were wet with milk as was the rest of her front. He was a mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother's milk. "Thanks, son. I don't know what I would do without you." He felt his mother's breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek. Raja was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother really come? He didn't have enough experience to judge such things. He had certainly come. He felt the wetness at his underpants. Did she know? "Raja, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?" "Uh! sure Maa." he said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the bed. "And clean yourself, too". He looked backed at his mother still sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made tingles travel down his spine. He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt very alone and confused. Raja went to bathroom and cleans himself. He fixed something for dinner and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have to think about what had just taken place. Had it really happened? The bedroom door creaked open. His mother emerged dressed in another fresh Sari and blouse. "Uh! hi Maa", he said nervously, "Ouch!" He burned his hand on the stove. His mother ran to him. "Are you all right, son?" She held his hand and gave it a kiss. "Yeah, I am OK, Maa." "Raja, are you in tension by what we just did?" she asked seriously. "Uh! I don't know, mother." He was unsure what to say. She held each of his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes. "Raja, you did help me, your mother! I was suffering because baby is not feeding." She held him by the shoulders. "You, we didn't do anything wrong in there, Raja. You're my son just like baby is. Because you are older doesn't mean that it's wrong for you." He nodded quickly. "Look, I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I knew about teen aged boys and their fixations." She smiled slyly. "And I'll tell you that I enjoyed it, too. It's the way a woman's body is designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding." "Raja, you helped me out when I desperately needed it. Don't be ashamed of." She gave his a motherly kiss on the forehead. He did feel better. "We're going to do this later when I fill up again." Despite himself he grew immediately hard. They ate dinner together saying little. He had to work part time in the library, so he went off. At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his mother. He kept looking at his watch as he worked there. When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat with some of his friends. A couple of times he had to slow down after he glanced down at his watch and realized how fast he was walking. When he finally got home it was dark except for his mother's bedroom. He walked over to his mother's open doorway. She was standing in front of dressing table, wearing blouse and petticoat and about to start wearing her sari. As Sunita Devi saw Raja She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously. "I have been waiting for you, Raja. Just now I had a bath. Just wait till I wear this sari. Let it be! Actually doesn't need to wear," saying that she leaves the sari on floor and walked toward the bed. She turned to him and sat on the bed. Then She unhooked her blouse and freed her breast. She sat up against the headboard as before and spread her legs slightly raising her petticoat above her knees. Then slide down like lying position. While sliding down her petticoat, which was above her knee slide further up exposing her white thighs all the way. Even Raja could see her panties. Raja was startled. Instead of the plain white panties, his mother was wearing a fancy pair of panties. He did not even remember seeing these panties in his secret excursions into his mother's drawer. His mother's breasts were large and swollen, but still hung high. The nipples were engorged and pink, and glistened with the wetness of her milk. He stood there in awe at his mother's nakedness. "Oh! mother." He heard his voice saying. He immediately felt embarrassed and had to look away. Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled, "Don't be embarrassed, Raja. This is more comfortable for me. Now come to your mother." Raja went to bed and she pulled him on her. Raja immediately began to suck his mother's breast. It was better this time. He knew what to do as he steadily drained his mother's boob. He felt her mother's body relax against him as he removed the pressure in her breast. He drank deep from her warm, sweet milk. With his tongue he started teasing the tip of her nipple, and as before his mother's body starting stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he sucked and played with his mother's nipple. When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other. A gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as soon as his mouth clamped onto the nipple. He could feel the excitement starting to build in himself and his mother. They pressed their bodies against each other. In their squirming they unconsciously, or was it deliberate re-positioned themselves until their hips were pressed tightly together. Raja's throbbing erection was pressed against his mother's crotch through the layers of his trousers and her panties. Raja finally drained the second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his mother's breast. She didn't seem to mind, though, because they were now pushing rhythmically against each other. Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Raja cautiously reached down under him and raised her petticoat all the way up and placed his finger on the waistband of his mother's panties. His mother quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too far with his mother, Raja started pulling away from his mother, but she pushed him back onto her. She was setting her limits. He sucked his mother harder now and let his teeth scrape very lightly against his mother's nipple. "Oh Raja, my son" His mother's hips jerked against him. His mother's excitement caused his dam to finally burst. He bucked rhythmically against his mother and came in a shuddering climax. "Maaaa" he heard himself moan. They lay still for a few minutes not saying a word. He felt the warmth of his mother's body against him. Unlike last time there was not mistaking what each of them had felt this time. Raja had never seen a woman orgasm but now had no doubt that this is what his mother had felt. He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had came too. Another thing was different, too; this time Raja did not feel the shame he had felt before. He still felt somewhat unsure but he knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they were doing. The first time could have been accidental, but there was no mistaking their intend this time. "You OK, Raja?" He rolled off his mother. "Yeah, Ma, I am OK." "It was good was not it, son?" "Yeah, mother, I liked it a lot." he beamed. He did feel better. He didn't want to leave but his mother told him it was time for both of them to get ready for bed in own separate beds. Raja stripped, cleaned himself up and put his night shorts on. Raja laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly. Instead of any girl or some Playmate, Raja was now openly fantasizing about his mother. He came pumping more semen than he had thought was still left in him. He fell in a sound sleep soon after. Raja slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss, then another kiss. He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness. He realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his short pants. He quickly put himself back in, hoping mother did not see. Although, did it matter any more? "Raja, its time again." she said very shyly for something that was exciting to both of them. He sat up and held his head. "Uh! OK, Ma." he said groggily. He looked at bed clock and saw it was 3:15am. She stood there a minute silently. "In my bedroom, Raja." she finally said. He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was dark. She removed her Sari, Then her blouse and petticoat. He could see the outline of his mother's nakedness. Was she still wearing the panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell coming from her milk. She climbed up on the bed and Raja followed. He went to his mother's breast and suckled. Efficiently, he drained away the pressure and felt his mother's body start to relax against him. He teased her nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to nurse from his mother. Instinctively, his mother opened her legs further and started moving her ass. He pushed himself up against his mother's body. His cock slipped out again from his shorts and pressed against the coolness of his mother's panty. He was prepared to move but his mother showed no resistance. With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit and engulfed the stream of warm milk that shot into his mouth. They were both excited now as he started dry-humping his mother. "Raja!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted his name of excitement rather than concern that things were going too far because she made no move to stop him. He drained his mother's tit and immediately went for the other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the stream of milk. His cock, having a life of its own, pressed at his mother's inner thigh and tried to gain entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by snaking its way under the leg band. He pressed and pressed but he couldn't get in! Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached down to the leg band where his cock was probing. Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He was prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if she didn't notice. He pushed his cock into his mother's panty. The elastic pulled tight against his cock, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock found the entrance to his mother's pussy. It was definitely wet, and emanated a warm from within. He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go through with this step. He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk. He was so confused, but he knew he had to do it. Raja pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his mother's pussy like butter. It was so easy, and, yet, this was an act that would forever change his relationship with his mother. Everything they had done previously was innocent. She needed him to suck her milk to relieve her discomfort. If they both derived pleasure from it, there was no shame. They were still acting as mother and son. Now with his single act they had crossed the line from mother and son to lovers. They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what had been done, and what could not be undone. His mother, Sunita Devi then, reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the way inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. It was like tight, wet and warm velvet glove was lovingly grabbing his cock. "Oh, Raja. Oh, my baby, my son." Mother's last breast was now almost drained. Raja and his mother started slowly fucking while Raja continued to suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his pelvis, and his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his mother's warmth, His origin, and His source. It felt like heaven. He should have felt dirty and perverted, but it felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this beautiful woman who gave him birth. Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The friction sent fire into his loins. He knew his mother felt the same because he felt her return his thrusts by arching her hips. Was this fucking? In Raja's private readings on the subject he had heard of many problems regarding sex. He had thought it must be complicated, but nothing could seem as natural to Raja than fucking his mother. "Raja" his mother moaned. Raja knew that she was close. Raja lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. That was not kissing of son to his mother but a kissing of lover. He could feel her bare breasts pressing his chest. Milk still leaking from them was soaking his shirt. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and kissed deeply while their hips banged together. Tension built in his loins, and Raja fought for control against his own body. His mother pinched his buttocks tight as she forcefully pulled him to her. "Ma!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too late. He came in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother's womb. "Oh, Raja" His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips back and forth against him. "Raja" Her cry softening into a whimper. Raja could feel his mother's body relax against him. He tried to climb off his mother but she pulled him back to her. They were both silent. Raja could feel his mother's heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal. Eventually, he rolled off his mother and lay next to her. Both exhausted, they both fell asleep holding one another. The next morning the sun woke Raja up. He was immediately disoriented. He looked around and saw he was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw his mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had he done? What should he do? Raja lay there next to his mother staring at ceiling. He discovered that he too was naked, he must have removed and kicked off the shorts during the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her eyes groggily and also looked disoriented. She met his eyes, and Raja looked away guiltily. "Morning, Raja." she said in a flat voice. "Morning, Ma." Raja muttered in reply. "Mother, I am sorry". She pressed her finger to his lips. "Don't be sorry, Raja. I should have known it was going to come to this. It just felt so good. And it's been too long for me, son." She stroked his cheek tenderly. "It was good, Raja. Better than I would have thought. But we can't let this happen again. It's wrong. You've done so much for me, and now I feel I have taken advantage of you." "Mother, you didn't" he started to stutter. She cut him off. "Raja, let us never discuss this again, please?" she said firmly. Raja nodded in agreement. "Now, Raja could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?" Raja got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his shorts that were in crumbled ball next to his mother's panties. When had she taken them off? Embarrassed, Raja clutched the shorts to his groin, and quickly left his mother's bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put on his shorts. His mother, dressed in a blouse and petticoat, came to the kitchen table- carrying baby. They ate breakfast together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself reading the paper while his mother held the bottle for baby while at the same time ate her breakfast. Raja looked at the clock and got up. "Mother, I had better get ready for school otherwise I shall be late." As he was almost out the door, his mother said, "Raja, you're coming home at lunch time, right?" He looked back at his mother puzzled. "You have to", she cupped his breast, "you know." Raja didn't know what to say. "Ah, sure mother." His mother gave him a sly look and in a whisper she added, "I shall need you. But like yesterday, Raja not like last night." "Yeah sure." Raja was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his mother and hurried out the door. In school Raja was listless, and had trouble concentrating. He got the results back on his exam and found gotten an "A". At least some things in his life where going all right. Raja kept looking at his watch nervously. Raja rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang. He found himself speeding again, and had to make a conscious effort to slow down. Raja was going home for his noon feeding? His mother was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for him. Her sari blouse etc. was lying on floor. She was stark naked exposing her breast and pussy to her son. As she saw him she lay on bed inviting him. With his eyes Raja traced the outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond fuzz of public hair. Then her flat tummy with deep navel, then her big breast to her face. She looked at Raja somewhat sheepishly and seductively at the same time. "Surprised, Raja?" she looked at him. "Raja, I do not know if what we did together was right or not, but I know I do not want it to end." His mother sat up more on the bed, which caused her breasts to juggle delightfully. "I have been thinking about all since this morning, Raja. God helps me, but I know I don't want to stop what we had done. I don't know if it's so wrong to be intimate with my own son. It should be wrong, but it feels so good and not just the physical kind of good." She looked at him with pleading eyes. Raja's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to come in pants just standing there. Without saying a word he stripped in front of his mother. He surprised himself by not feeling any embarrassment. He threw his clothes on the floor and joined his mother on the bed. He grabbed his mother's tit with both hands, firmly and almost roughly, and his mother's milk poured into his mouth, and he drank deeply. "Oh, Raja", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from her breast. Raja heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked at his mother's breast. Raja almost jumped out his skin as he felt his mother's cool hand at his cock. She tenderly and expertly stroked it just like he would have done it for himself. He almost felt himself climaxing, but his mother backed away just in time, leaving his cock quivering with excitement and frustration. She guided him to the source of her warmth between her legs. His cock slid into his mother pussy. She was hot and wet. "Oh! Maa." he moaned with sheer pleasure. As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mother's nipple. She bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's pussy. Raja reached under his mother and felt his mother's rounded buttocks. "Come on, Raja fuck me," his mother said in a strained whisper. He was a little shocked and also not a little turned on by his mother's use of word. Raja drove his hips into his mother as he bit gently into her nipple. His mother returned his thrusts and soon their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm by themselves. "Fuck your mother." she moaned. Raja switched breasts and felt a fresh spray of warm milk in his mouth. "Ma my Ma My lovely Ma." he heard himself moaning involuntarily. Their hips bucked wildly against each other as mother and son came together in a shuddering, cathartic orgasm. "God, that was good, Raja." his mother smiled. "That was so good and I do not feel guilty, do you?" Raja shook his head and couldn't help but smile back. It was true. He did not feel guilty or ashamed. He actually felt a genuine love and closeness to his mother that he never had dreamt of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with making love to this beautiful and lovely lady who gave him birth. "I love you, Ma." He heard his voice crack as he hugged his mother tightly. "I love you, too, Raja, my Son." They embraced and he could actually feel himself stirring again. "Oh! Raja, I wish we could do it once more, but you have got to get back to school. "His cock was erect again. "I could tell I was sick" "No, Raja, we can not let this part of us displace other things in our life. Besides, we have got more time tonight." She said playfully as she ran her hands through his hair. He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes. "Tonight." she reminded him. In school Raja was distracted. I actually fucked my mother, he though with a mixture of excitement and shame. He realized that this was a fulfillment of a sexual fantasy he had long suppressed. He didn't know what this meant for him and mother but he knew he didn't want it to end. Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Raja quickly darted out the door. Sunita Devi's bedroom was dark. For a moment Raja thought she wasn't home and panicked. But when he peeked into his mother's bedroom he saw that she was waiting for him. The soft light from wall outlined his mother's nudity and she laid across the bed smiling up at him. Mother and son fucked slowly in the night-light. He started to learn how to sense responses in his mother's body and pace him accordingly. Raja and his mother took their time exploring each other bodies. They slowly built up their passion as they fucked until they came together in a warm embrace. Later that night they changed tactics and teased each other mercilessly as they fucked each other hard, almost rough; and came together in a violent orgasm. Throughout the night they took turns waking up one another and fucking. In the morning they were exhausted and sweaty, and the bed sheet was full of cum stains and milk. Raja woke up groggily with a raging hard-on brushing against the crack of his mother's bare ass. His mother, feeling him stirring against her, awakened; and they proceeded to fuck in the morning light. Raja and his mother could not keep their hands off one another. They fucked every four hours during Raja's 'feedings', and would often find time in between. They tried everything together; and were constantly finding new ways to tease and excite each other. She introduced him to oral sex; and Raja went wild as soon as his mother took his cock into her mouth. Mother sucked him and teased his cock with her tongue until he shot his load into her mouth in a screaming orgasm. Raja also tried oral sex on his mother, which he did not particularly enjoy himself but he did get off on how excited his mother became as she locked her legs around his head and bucked her hips wildly. Raja and his mother enjoyed when he massaged her body with lotion. He would spend hours lovingly rubbing the creamy lotion into her swollen breasts, rounded hips and buttocks. They would always end up fucking during these massages. One time his mother greased up his cock with the lotion, and got down on all fours so he could fuck her ass. Raja had heard about anal sex and always considered it somewhat perverted. But he was not prepared for the pleasure of his mother's tight ass as he pushed his cock past his mother's sphincter and deep into her rectum. He fucked slowly at first because he was concerned about any pain he might be causing his mother, but she encouraged him which caused him to start fucking his mother's ass harder. He finally came in an intense orgasm in which he pumped his mother's ass with his semen. After that first time, anal sex became one of their favorites. Sunita Devi enjoyed teasing her son, Raja. knowing his fascination with her bra and panties, she would dress up in sexy bra and panties around the house until Raja grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Since his mother's breasts were now two cups sizes larger, her cleavage would overfill many of her old bras, which of course enhanced the effect for Raja. His mother would wear a transparent sari and blouse which would clearly show off her sexy bra and panties and do slow seductive acts in front of him. Some time she would dress just blouse and petticoat without any undergarment, which would reveal her pink nipple and dark bush between her thighs. Or sometimes she would just wear sari without blouse and petticoat but only bra and panties underneath anything to drive him wild. Not unsurprising, breast play was a regular part of their sexual repertoire. They would frequently fuck with Raja lying down and with his mother sitting on him with her pendulous breasts hanging over him. In this position they could conformably fuck while Raja sucked his mother's swollen tits. He would usually end soaking in his mother's milk as his mother rode him to a blissful orgasm. When Raja and his mother discovered the delights of anal sex, they found they could use the same position. Raja would stick his cock up his mother's tight ass while he sucked milk from her breasts. She liked the control that this position gave them as they butt fucked; and Raja thought this gave him the best -or was it breast- of both worlds. One day after Raja and his mother were going at it hot and heavy on the bed, his mother suggested something new. "Sure, Ma." Raja said eagerly. He was always willing to try something new. She lay on her side, which caused both of her heavy breasts to flop together. "Raja, lay on your side facing me, and slide up a little, son. "She took his engorged cock and inserted in between her breasts. "Mmmm, I like this, Ma." he said as he reveled in the feel of her smooth, warm breast flesh against his cock. "Now, just fuck Ma's tits, son" she said. Raja needed no further instruction and started fucking his mother's cleavage. This was true delight. Warm milk started leaking from her nipples and run down his cock. "God, Ma." He squeezed both of her breasts together tightly around his cock. Milk started squirted in the air and on his abdomen. She was squirming now. Raja knew his mother could orgasm just from heavy breast play. With both hands he kneaded her breasts and fucked her cleavage. Her breasts were heavy and full and possessed inner warmth that radiated into his cock. His mother's breasts were slick with her milk, which provided the needed lubrication as he fucked her tits. Raja didn't survive this ecstasy for long because he soon came to orgasm. Alarmed suddenly, he tried to move himself away from his mother; but he discovered too late as he shoot wave after wave of white cum into his mother's face. Raja sat up suddenly and looked at his mother concerned. Big wads of his semen hung from his mother's left cheek and chin. "Sorry, Ma!" "Don't be silly, Raja." She gave him a smile that warmed his heart. "It's supposed to be good for the skin." she said as she rubbed the mess into her face. She saw his horrified reaction and smiled. "It's OK, Raja." she said reassuringly. Sunita Devi was washing dishes as Raja entered the kitchen. "Hi, dear son." she said with turning around. Without saying a word he reached around his mother and cupped her breasts through her blouse. He reached into the front of his mother's blouse and slipped his hand into the top of her brassiere, feeling the warmth of her bare breast inside. "Mmmm. Let's go in the bedroom, Raja." "No. I've got a better idea, Ma" With the other hand he lifted the back of his mother's sari to her waist. He pinched his mother's nipple and felt her warm milk drop down his fingers while he yanked down his mother's panties over the swell of her ass. "Oooh, Raja", his mother moaned. Raja took the plastic bottle of dishwashing detergent from the counter and squirted a big glob of the green liquid onto his palm. He unzipped himself and spread the glob onto his erect cock. He transferred the remainder of the glob onto his index finger, and, then, rubbed it into the crack of his mother's ass. His mother squirmed. "Brrr, its cold, Raja." "I'll warm it up for you, Ma." His finger found his mother's anus. He poked it into his mother's ass and spread the glob with a circular motion. Used to anal play now, she relaxed her sphincter and spread her legs at his intrusion. "Raja, do it. Fuck your mother's ass." she said in growing excitement. Raja placed his cock against his mother's asshole. He pushed and slid with little resistance into her ass. He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed into his mother's butt. "Oh, Ma." he heard himself moan. He bit her earlobe lightly as he started fucking her ass. "Mother fucker," she goaded. She knew calling him a mother fucker always excited him. "You love it, Ma." He was thrusting harder now. His mother was bucking her ass back against him. He knew they were both close now. "Oh...oh...oh!" he grunted as he came in his mother's ass. He felt his mother's body tighten and relax under his embrace. They both collapsed to the cold kitchen floor and held other tenderly. Their lives changed forever by their new relationship. They were still mother and son but so much more, They were lovers. The intensity of their sexual relationship scared them at first. Raja and his mother knew they had to control the flames of their passions to keep it from consuming their lives. And when her husband, Raja's father will return back at home. They still fucked like rabbits around the clock; but his mother was always careful to make sure that the all other matters of everyday life were still attended to. Raja not only kept up at school but actually starting excelling. Raja knew at the end of each day his mother would waiting for him usually with some new sexual kink that would drive them to new sexual heights as they fucked.

I am from Bangalore. This experience happened in the work place along with my co-worker. Her name is priya. She is a senior software programmer working/developing in the same institue. There were 2 other male teachers and 3 female teachers in it. She is married but with no kids and must be around 29 years of age with a milky white complexion. Her hands are so smooth and milky and her face is always fresh and everytime I go closer, I can get some fresh smell from her body. She is little bit on the bulkier side with heavy ass with nice foldings on her hips. She is somewhat shorter than me and comes to work either in saree or chudidhar. Her bra will be usually visible on her shoulders (comes out of the jacket) and she adjusts it every now and then to hide it inside. Her boobs are heavy too and the roundness of the boobs is one heck of a sight to watch. We usually sit on a dining table well inside the office to take tea during break times. And she has a tendency to keep her left hand above the table. Everytime I sit on her left side, I can see the nice & round globes from the left and also the snowy white, soft hips with foldings. Sometimes she keeps the hand above the table and writes something. She even sleeps (rather takes rest) in that position itself. I take every opportunity during that timings to watch those treasures. Her boobs will be pointing downwards and the full roundness will be visible. Her left side hip upto the mid portion of her tummy will also be visible. Her navel will be visible if she is standing and that too if we look really well. She doesn't wear below navel or anything but may be right on the edge. For guys like me who knows how to explore every inch of an adult woman, these things are pretty easy to identify. I often feel like feeling those globes preventing it from falling down due to gravity. Since she is senior to me, I can ask her anything related with her subject and she explains them to me in her sweet voice. She doesn't hesitate asking me for any help in my subject as well. We have a lab full of computers for students and 5 class rooms with computers too. Ours is a growing institute, so we don't have a full load of students all the time. There will be plenty only after 5 pm until 9 pm but a few during the day time. In one of those days, she was working in her computers in the lab and I went and approached her for a question. I purposefully go to her left side, since not much I can see from the right side. "Hi priya, are you in the middle of something?" I asked "Not much." she stopped typing and looked at me "Do you need anything?" "I can't seem to find an output for this query." I extended my notebook and shown her the query. She must have noticed something strange in my pants and with that face looked at me and said, "Your pants..!! Your zip..!!! is not locked." "OOPS!" I said, "I am so sorry." I just stood there itself and in one swift motion zipped it. She just turned and pretended to look somewhere. I even felt so embarrassed for doing this. I promise you guys I did not plan this. It was really an accident that I went there like that. "That's ok. It happens." She smiled and told not to make this a big deal. I apologized her again and we concentrated on the question. As she started running that query in her computer, my eyes were all over her again and naturally my cock has started growing from its normal size. I thought to myself what would have happened if I sat there unzipped with stiffened cock. She probably would have seen my underwear with stiff cock. I smiled within myself and thought what would have happened if I didn't wear underwear. Man..I cursed myself for my day dreaming and started listening to her. The very next day when I walked thru the lab, I saw her crossing me. We smiled as we crossed, and right at the last moment, I saw her eyes right on my tool. She didn't see I was noticing her as I saw straight and then looked at her without turning my face. I laughed within myself thinking that she must be checking if I am unzipped again. For quite sometime after that, several times when we crossed, un-intentionally her eyes will go there and immediately will look somewhere. I didn't ask anything or joked anything about that to her but since she keeps noticing involuntarily, however I was getting really turned on. I started coming to work without my underwear from that day and we usually have to wear format pants. If I get turned on, I am sure my bulge will be visible to anyone. So, I had to be careful while I have students or other staff with me. But there is no reason for me to get turned on other than she being present, so I stopped worrying about that. It worked well for few days and I didn't have any problem with that. So, I continued coming to work without wearing underwear. And everytime I am working with her, my bulge will be visible over the pants. And I can easily tell from her facial reactions and stammering voices that she keeps looking at my bulge every now and then. I keep my keyboard over the lap so even if someone comes I can hide it with my keyboard. She is more of a naturally spoken, soft-natured, no-fight, no-harm lady. She must have found little bit odd or may be scared about my recent behaviours, which I can notice from her change of behaviours. She started maintaining some kinda distance from me and when I ask her something by approching her, she answers them without even looking at me, just by looking at the monitor (as if concentrating on her work). Her fear has given somewhat advantage to me and I never hesitated shown my bulge only infront of her. I wasn't worried about her reporting about this to the management because I was pretty damn sure that she won't do it. Even if she wants to tell the boss, what can she say? --that this guy is always showing his bulge to me-- I guess everyone will be laughing at her. However she pretected herself from me by simply ignoring me and avoiding any physical contacts or even nearness. In one of those days, I was sitting in the break room and having my tea. She was sitting opposite to me and sipping her tea with her eyes on the book. Just the looks of her body and the sexyness turns me on. I slid my hand underneath & quietly unzipped my pant and took my cock out. My cock was rock hard and standing perpendicular like a pole. No one walking by, can see me in that position, unless they bent down the dining table and look. I don't think anyone is going to do that. Confirming no one is around, I asked her, "Do you have the lab exercise papers for VB 5.0?" "Sure I do." with her usual look on the book and replied. "Can you give it to me so that I can take a copy of it and give it back to you?" "Where is yours?" "I didn't realize my students would need it today. I kept mine at home." "Ok..but be sure to return it now..I need it too." "Sure." She took her copy of the excercise papers from the file and started giving it to me one by one. After getting the first two papers from her, I slipped in the those papers in between the partitions of the wooden dining table without her knowledge and they fell underneath the table. "Oops!" I said as if being sorry. She meanwhile without saying anything just bent down the table and started collecting those. I was just waiting for this to happen. I just expanded my legs and since I took my cock out completely, she can now see the entire length of the perpendicular shaft. "Wow!" I thought to myself.."Come on baby! Take a look." I slightly slid down as if trying to help, bent more in the same sitting position. I can now see her underneath trying to reach out for one of those papers on my side. Now, I slid down with my erect cock, reached for the paper and took it. She from underneath itself, looked at the huge pole and looked at me in the eyes. There was only a few inches of spaces between us (if you can imagine the situation) and I can clearly see her becoming really nervous as if hit by a 1000 volts of electric shock. She got up with that face and sweating a bit. I extended my hand casually as if nothing happened and hiding my expressions entirely. I didn't know what was running thru her mind. She simply handed it and in one quick motion, without even looking at me, cleared that place. I was laughing to myself and stroke my hardened cock for 2,3 times and zipped it in. I didn't know if that was the right move with her. But she is the one who started it. Had she not kept looking at me there, I wouldn't have gotten the urge to show my bulge and ultimately the whole naked cock. It's all her fault. I had atleast some hope in the very deepest part of my mind that this chick would definitely fall to me some day or other. I never get tired of trying. In one of those days, my boss came to the office with her daughter Mansi, who was around 15 yrs of age and introduced her to all of us. I wasn't sure what grade she was studying then, but I couldn't believe when she said she was in her 8th grade when she told. The reason is she didn't look like it. She really looks well developed, fair-colored with developing tender buds, a cute ass & and nice long legs. Whenever she comes to work, she wears a knee high skirt and a t-shirt. The short skirt is above her knees & would be revealing her inner thighs a lot and the t- shirt will slightly project those tender rosy buds as well. My boss specifically told me to teach her all the basics about computers whenever she is there and when I have free time. She became nice and friendly with me within 2 days. She started playing pranks & other activities with me including punching me in the hands, pinching my thighs & cheeks & sometimes hitting me too. My boss never used to care about anything nor had the time to look after those things. She has been a quick learner in everything but she had more interests in playing games than learning. I taught her how to play the game Dave (the arcade game that has 10 levels). I have completed all the 10 levels and when she saw me playing once, she got completely mad after the game. After that, she never leaves me for anything. As soon as she comes, she calls my name loudly in the lab and takes me to one of the class rooms. I never miss the opprtunity to keep my hands in her hips or thighs, or gently pinch her in the cheeks, rub her smooth hands etc., I learnt in quick time that this young girl is playful with a carefree attitude who doesn't know anything about sex, but wouldn't mind trying it or being tried. So, everytime she comes and stand near to me (while I am sitting infront of my computer), I keep one of my hands behind her & she puts one of her hands around my shoulder. I gently pull her closer to me by caressing her back and also keep my hands on her cute ass. I gently rub her ass cheeks, while she watches my computer. This has been going on for a while. The class room is a single room fitted with a/c and a table with a computer. The computer table is well inside the room & facing the entrance of the room. We sit behind the monitor facing the entrance so I can see if anyone is entering. Due to a/c, the glass door will be locked. The glass door is in such a way that we can see people outside, but they can't see from outside. That afternoon, there was no class for me and I was sitting bored. I could see that Priya is getting bored too. I wasn't talking to her for quite some time after *that* incident unless there is some work- related issue. However I noticed lately that she seemed to recover from that and trying to talk to me normally and started smiling at me. Mansi was in her summer holidays as well and so she was coming to our office almost everyday. As soon as she entered the lab, she just grabs my hand and pulls me to go to the class room. I turned and looked at Priya as I got up and she was looking at us too. As usual we both were inside the class room and started the game. If anyone comes, I will as usual change it to something else & she knows that too. She really liked me very much and we share lots of tiny secrets & gossips between us too (like what other students or staff are talking & what her dad used to talk about me etc.,). That day, she was playing sitting on her chair (on my right) and asked me to clear one of the hurdles in the game. I went behind her and with the keyboard on her hand, I helped her to cross the level. I was holding her fingers & held my other had on her left shoulder. I intentionally brushed her boobs with the back of my palm to find out how big they are. Those weren't smaller as I imagined and I could feel the developed tender projections over the soft t-shirt.After somtime, she stood up and kept the keyboard in the table and started playing by slightly bending forward in the standing position (now the ass is projecting backwards). I was sitting closer to her and watching her playing and simultaneously watching her cute ass and also the smooth thighs. Her lower hips were slightly brushing my right shoulder and if I lean back a little, I can clearly see her inner thighs inside her skirt and the bottom of her cute ass. "I am operating the keys faster. It's easy for me playing in this standing position." "Sure will be. Your daddy is going to question you one day about what you have learnt so far." She laughed and said "I will tell him, so far you have only taught me 5 levels of dave." "Then he will kick me out of here." "Hehe..good good..Thats what I want." She laughed again and slightly pinched my cheeks. "I won't teach you next level then. I am going to delete this game from the computer." "Come on..I was just joking." she pinched me gently again and continued "hmm..help me with this level." I could see her losing 2 lives for shooting a monster. I moved closer in my sitting position & gently extended my hands around her ass and operated on the keyboard infront of her. She stood up erect infront of me (without hiding the monitor) & now my face was brushing her hips & feeling the warmness. My hand was slightly pressing those soft ass cheeks over her flimsy skirt. "Here ya go! Don't lose another life. Then we have to start all over again." I handed it to her and when I took my hands from there, I gently caressed her ass cheeks with my palm on the way. What a soft & cute butt cheek she has! I kept my hands there for sometime & she was in full concentration of the game. She bent again making her butt project backwards. I leaned back every now and then (and also making sure no one is outside) to see inside her skirt. She had a rose colored panty over her pinkish ass cheeks. And now, I was getting really turned on by the situation. And my little master was becoming big inside the pants with no underwear. Every now and then, when she makes any mistakes in the game, I started gently pinching on her ass cheeks. My hands will continue to remain there even after pinching. "Sss..it's paining" she cried and rubbed her ass cheeks with her left hand."Ok. I will make it less painful hereafter." saying that I rubbed her ass cheeks as if helping her. Slowly I kept my fingers in the partition of the ass cheeks and sligtly gripped one side of the ass cheek. It was really soft & warm. Every now and then, I gently separated the partition with my fingers and felt down in the middle with my fingers. I purposefully dropped a pen and while I bent down to get it, I kept my face over the ass cheeks and felt them in my lips. Slowly, it didn't take much time for me to keep my hands in the back of her bare thighs too. The thighs were reallllyy smooth & warm. I also kept talking with her (rather directing her moves on the game) every now and then making sure that my interest too is on the game she is playing. I gripped her thighs gently (as if trying to warn her) whenever she closely escapes from one of the hurdles in the game. By now, I was freely caressing both her thighs and kept raising towards her bare ass cheeks. I was really closer to her in such a way that her short t-shirt revealed a small gap between the hip area as well. As I was inclined to her, my right side portion of the face was feeling the gap between the t-shirt and the skirt. Now my hand was perfectly on top of her ass cheeks and I gently placed it over her panty. It was just then we heard a knock on the door and immediately followed by the opening of it. It was Priya! "What are you guys doing?" She asked by standing at the entrace. I slowly took my hands from inside Mansi's ass. Meanwhile Mansi pinched and asked me to close the game. I signalled her it's ok. "Do you want to see what we are doing?" I asked Priya smilingly. She entered inside without replying, closed the door and came behind us. "So, this is what you guys have been so far instead of learning?" "Priya aunty! Don't tell anyone. This game is really nice. Do you want to play too?"-Mansi. "I don't want to play. And you.." She turned to me and said "Why are you spoiling a small kid?" I replied "She only wanted. Moreover she has learnt what she needs to know. Thats why I thought of spending some time in games too." "Ok..whatever! The reason I came here is to tell you that our boss called now and said that we both have to go to a training program in the main branch starting next week." "Next week! What time? And for how many days?" "It's for 3 days from next Monday. And it's from 9 to 5 pm." "Ok. Fine with me. What about you?" "I don't know. What do you mean?" "I mean if it is ok for you to go to the training with me?" I asked her with a hint of smile. "I guess so." She replied with a smile too. I thought to myself that this is going to be fun to spend some alone time with her. Of course, there are going to be some other guys from some other companies as well, but I would be the only one familiar to her. So, she needs to interact with me and me only. I was delighted more. But from her smile and the recent behaviour over the past few days, I found that she has been missing my company with her. I could feel that she is sort of jealous about me spending more time with boss's daughter rather than interacting with her. But why is she running away everytime she sees my bulge or naked cock? Why is she ignoring me? I then thought to myself that may be she was some sort of nervous or may be scared. I couldn't come to any conclusion by then, but couldn't wait for the next week as well. Priya, during her presence inside didn't fail to notice my bulge again with her wandering eyes. This time, it's not because of her. She probably would be wondering why is his cock erect now. She could have easily guessed that this guy has not only been playing games but also playing with this young & innocent girl too. She stood there for sometime and watched Mansi's playing by standing behind her chair. I was sitting with my bulged cock & couldn't guess where she was looking then, since she was standing behind us. She left after few minutes saying that she soon has a class to take. I looked at her eyes when she closed the door and she looked at me too and closed. "Huhhhh!" sighed Mansi with a relief and asked me "Why didn't you close the game when she entered?""That's ok. She won't tell anyone.""How can you be so sure? What if she tells to my dad?"I thought to myself that she won't. If she would, then she would have told a lot of other things as well. But she hasn't."Don't worry. I know she won't." She continued playing & I placed by hands and gently squeezed both her ass cheeks. I drew my chair more closer to her and gently lifted her skirt by caressing her bare thighs. This time, it didn't take much time to keep my hands over her ass cheeks. I ran my hand & rubbed smoothly over the panty covered butt cheeks and ran my finger thru the middle intersection. I then slowly inserted my hands thru the sides of panty and inserted it completely. Her bare ass cheeks were completely full in my hand and I started massaging it slowly. What a cute, firm ass cheeks they are! I then flipped the sides of the panty and slowly brought the sides of the panty to the middle (just like a bikini). Now, both her ass cheeks were clearly free as if she is not wearing any panty. I continued caressing and gently squeezed them every now and then. It felt really warm and smooth down there. I ran my fingers down in the intersection and felt the warmness in her crack too. I just wanted to pull her panty right off and feel the smooth ass cheeks with my lips. Kissing & gentle biting of an young & cute ass cheeks is a real turn on for me. But I just waited for the right time and opportunity. I knew for sure that I can accomplish my desires within a matter of few days.After few minutes of caressing those fresh, smooth ass cheeks, my desire towards seeing them increased tremendously. My cock was also becoming rock hard and I desparately wanted a release too. So, by gently caressing her ass cheeks, I gently lifted her skirt with the same hand. I slid back a little and took a closer view. Wow! What I saw was terrific. Her ass cheeks were slightly reddish (combined with a milky whiteness) & was really smooth. And since I had moved the panty towards the middle, her projected ass which is almost naked, looked cuter than ever. With my hand still operating on the ass cheeks, using my other hand, I dropped some coins from my shirt pocket. She turned back and smiled at me saying "oh..you dropped something again! Come on..take it." and contiuned her playing. I smiled and gave a little more pressure in her ass cheeks and squeezed them a little. Then, I bent down & collected those coins. And when I got up, I gently brushed my lips starting from the upper portion of her thighs and ended perfectly on one of her ass cheeks. The monitor on the table is clearly covering me & even if someone enters suddenly I can get up as if collecting the coins. Now I used both my hands to keep her mini skirt raised upto her hips and placed a perfect kiss on one of her ass cheeks. She meanwhile slightly adjusted herself by moving right infront of me. I kept my face right over her ass and kept brushing with my lips over the warm ass and started gently kissing. I kept increasing my pressure with my lips and gently licked and bite those tender cheeks with my lips. The softness was amazing. I gently pulled her panty down and saw the entire ass and kissed it completely down the middle & extended my lips all over. And there again, there was another knock on the door followed by a quick opening. I immediately got up and pulled the skirt down. And Mansi adjusted & stood straight. It was Priya again. "What happened? No class for you now?" I asked her. "huhh..!" replied with a sigh.."No.. It's just was for one student and he didn't show up today." "Did he call?" "Yeah..he did. He said he has some college exam tomorrow & he needs to prepare for that. Do you mind if I come in and sit here with you guys?" "Absolutely not. Come on in. She is almost finishing 6th level." "Oh..I see!" She locked the door and pulled another chair from the student's side. She sat right next to Mansi on her right. "Geetha aunty! You won't tell my dad ..right?" "No ma. I won't. You have fun. I am just going to read my book." She turned and looked at me in a meaningful way and smiled. I asked "What happened? You seem a little tired." "hmmm..May be! I am just bored." "But I can see from your eyes that you are tired." "That might be becoz I didn't sleep well last night. And I am feeling sleepy now. Afternoons are always like that." I wanted to ask why she didn't sleep well last night but decided not to. "Just lie down with your hands on the table & also with a book on your lap. If anyone comes, I will wake you up." She again smiled at me in a meaningful way and did what I told her to. She held her head sidewards with both her hands above the table and was facing me. She had her eyes opened and was looking at me every now and then. Her saree wasn't enough to cover her left side boobs hanging down and also her velvette smooth hips and tummy. I just got double turned on. I continued watching her and the game simultaneously & pulled closer to Mansi again. My cock was tremendously hard by then and was standing perpendicular like a pole over my pants. I was sure Priya had already noticed it and even now I was pretty sure that she is watching me and my every move with her partially opened eyes. I decided to play a game of my own. I kept my hands over swapn's bare ass by not lifting her skirt and gently started rubbing it. I also kissed her left side hips from the back. Meanwhile, my eyes were clearly on Priya and her exposed assets. The fact that she is watching, turned me on thousand times more. Whenever I kissed Mansi on her back, I looked longingly towards Priya's eyes (as if indicating that I want to kiss her like that). I looked on her breasts over and over again while she is looking at me. She wasn't trying to cover nor trying to expose. She was just lying there with her partially opened eyes & trying to sleep. May be ..she is really sleeping. I can't tell. But I continued my activities hoping that she is watching & getting excited. This was too much for my cock. With my left hand, I started stroking my cock over the pant. Then, I slowly unzipped my pant, I took the cock out. Damn! I was really hot and my cock as if coming out of a jail, just grew into a monster sizeand was as hard and hot as a burning iron rod. I started stroking it with my left hand slowly. I didn't know what I was doing; I was so much turned on and my mind was ready to face any consequence out of this. Priya got up and looked at my face as if wanting to tell me something. I covered my naked cock by extending my shirt out (but still was out of the pants). I gently kept my hand over her hand & pulled my chair little more closer. There wasn't much gap between us. We were whispering with our faces so close to each others (both sitting bent down on the table) and I kept looking at her lips all the time we were talking. I gently ran my fingers over her back, shoulders & fingers. Her left hand were automatically on my thighs and I kept my right hand on her thighs. With her sitting position, her boobs were pointing down, so when I keep my hands on her thighs, my hand touched her big left boobs slightly. And with the back of my palm, I kept brushing her smooth foldded hips. She now asked "What were you doing before?" (still both whispering) I asked her back with a smile "When?" "Just now." "Nothing! We were just playing the game & I was just encouraging and also helping her." "Is that all? I thought I saw something else." There was a i-know-it- all pungent smile on her face. "Tell me what you saw." I wasn't giving up. I wanted her to say it. She didn't reply anything. My mind was on rubbing her thighs and also thinking about how to get my hand over her breast (which is just above it). I kept my face on her left hand & smoothly brushed her bare smooth hands with my face. I looked down and kept my hands on her thighs more and asked "What's this that you are reading?" She looked down at the book on her lap and said "This book is about network programming." I turned few pages in the book by keeping both hands on her thighs and my right elbow was touching her boobs. Her left hand was never moved from my thighs as well. It was as close to touching my nake tool under my shirt. I slightly adjusted myself so that her left hand is more closer to the tool. I gently pulled her hand also towards me more and the book slipped from her lap and fell down. "Sorry" I said. We both bent underneath the table to get it and our heads hit each other. My hand now being pressed by her boobs a little. "Ssss..aaahhh!" she lifted her head with a little pain. "I am so sorry..come here..I will rub your head." She came closer to me with her head down on the table and I gently rubbed the area. I stood up now & now my bare tool (under the shirt) was brushing her left shoulder. "It's ok. I am fine now." And I sat down by holding her hands which is when the tip her fingers brushed against my tool. Wha a feeling! I pretended as if nothing happened and sat down with her hand still on my lap and almost touching the tool. Now I alone bent down to get the book. Since I moved down, her hand adjusted a bit and now was on top of my cock. I held on to her hand gently by preventing her from not moving. I get the book back on her lap by again brushing her boobs with my elbow. I continued turning pages again, becoz in this position my elbow keeps touching her boobs again & again. "I am also reading your book." I told her with my elbows touching her boobs. She in her bent position opened her eyes & replied "hmm..read it and tell me what you've learnt." "It's hard for me to concentrate on reading." "May I ask why?" "I don't know." I bent down again and this time I moved her saree and saw her hanging boobs very clearly. She streched herself in her sleeping position and yawned. I was getting really tempted to feel my palm on her boobs but didn't quiet get the chance. So, I remained in that position for a while which is when Mansi turned this side. "huhhh..I finished 7 levels." "hmm..good job.." "I am going to get some water. I will be right back. Don't close the game." She went out and we were left alone. Priya got up and curiously looked at the monitor and said "Hey! Teach me also. I want to play too." "Ok.fine..I will show you the keys & how to operate." We then turned closer to the monitor & I told her the procedures. She started from level 1 and by now her chair is almost infront of me. I sat slightly inclined to her & had my my left hand moving from her thighs to hips. She smelled great and was curiously looking at the monitor. I had my eyes all over her lips and was so close to her face. Everytime she loses one life or shoots somebody or when something interesting happened in the game, she turned and looked at my face for appreciation. Since I had my face so close, when she turns her lips will be so close my lips. I started moving my left hand on her foldings on the hips and started feeling it. I patted her head and slowly put my right hand around her right shoulder. And next time when she turned and looked at me, I went closer to her face and slightly hit my forehead with her forehead. "Good job!!" I said. I was rubbing her right shoulders and placed my left hand over those firm boobs. She completed the first level & turned again and looked at me. I gently gripped her and said "It's next level now." She looked at my eyes & my lips simultaneously. I gave more pressure to her left boobs and gently massaged her right shoulder. She looked at me and asked softly by looking at my lips "I don't know how to play this level." I said "It's easy. Same as the first one. Keep going & I will tell you what to do..Ok?" And our fore-heads met again. She smiled and kept the poulting lips open and licked them. Now I was moving freely all over her soft hips and it felt electric. Every now and then, after caressing her soft tummy, I kept my hands on those cushionly boobs and gently exterted pressure. I was feeling more and more romantic the way this is going. So when turned and looked at me next time, by looking at her lips I went closer and rubbed by nose with her. My left hand was feeling the full roundness of her left boob. I now pulled her left hand and placed it on my thighs again. She moved her left hand over the thighs and when I pulled her hands closer, it landed right on my tool. Her fingers right on top of my naked tool and I gently adjusted myself and expanded the legs. I held her fingers and guided it thru the length of my shaft and she gently gripped it with her left hand. She kept looking at door every now and then and whispered "She is going to come now." I told her to keep playing or keep doing whatever she is doing. Then the door opened. I took my left hand from the left boob but didn't let her hand slip away from my tool. Mansi came and asked "What Priya aunty? You are also playing now?" "Hmmm..I am just learning ma....here you play!" We both moved right side leaving the keyboard for Mansi and since her hand is underneath the desk she can't see what's happening there. She started playing as she was before. I thought even if she sees, that wouldn't be too big of a deal. When we moved to right, Priya's book dropped again and this time she alone bent down. When she bent down, I pulled her head softly closer to my lap and I made her face so closer to my tool. She still had her hand in my tool and when she bent down, she lifted the shirt and saw the full length of my shaft. She wasn't there for a long time. But within a few fraction of seconds, she brought her face closer and brushed her nose and lips over the entire length of my cock. I held her head and expanded my legs so that full portion of my cock can be accessible. She gently stroke it with her left hand by kissing along the length. She pulled the foreskin gently and with her poulting lips, kept the front portion of the cock into her mouth and tasted it. Both saliva juices and my precum juices got mixed up there and she sucked it for 3 or 4 times and got up immediately. WOW! Amazing! Nothing in the whole world is better than letting a hot woman suck your exploding dick. As she got up, I squeezed her heavy breasts and inserted my hand over the top naked portion of her jacket. She bent down immediately thinking that someone might come inside and I continued caressing her boobs with both hands. I was able to get my hands inside her bra and place it over her naked boobs. I turned her head towards me and kissed her hungry lips. We kissed for 2 minutes and with my hands inside her jacket felt her nipples and piched it softly. Her boobs were too big for me to handle. But it was really spongy. She now stood up and got ready to go.."Ok..I got to go now." I wasn't willing to leave. I held her hips and pulled her close to me & kissed her tummy. She caressed my head while standing and I kissed all over her saree even below her hips.. "Ok..." she whispered again.."I have been here for a long time.. I will go now and after some time..may be I can come back..ok?" and turning to Mansi she said "Bye Mansi!" I left her and she departed the place. What a wonderful day this has been so far! I can't believe my luck today and was about to burst my cum anytime. She just sucked 3 or 4 times and went away, making me rock hard. I needed a release. I had to go to the bathroom atleast to masturbate. I didn't know what to do but thought to myself why should I be stupid enough to do it myself when Mansi is here. I then turned my attention to Mansi. "So, how is it going Mansi?" She turned back from her deep concentration and replied "Look at this..I can't believe I have come so far." "Wow" I fakely appreciated "Thats too good, Mansi!" I pulled my chair closer and had her in my right side as before. I kept my hand on her ass again and lifted her skirt. "hmm..atleast you are watching now..You didn't see it before." "ok..I am seeing it from now on. We'll see how you cross this one." After few min, she got struck in one tackle and asked my help. "Hmm..I will do it for you only if you promise to take a break from this." "Fine.. What do we do?" "We'll go upstairs to the roof. Our building construction is going on there right..we'll go there and see for sometime." "Ok" she immediately agreed and we both went to the top floor of the building. No one was there. I knew those guys would have gone by then. We used to go alone all the time and watch the traffic from the top floor and sit in the stairs. Sometimes we go to the balcony andd watch from there too. So, that was not unusual for us to go there. All the time, I used to just rub her body and ass but not like the way I did in the class room. We went to one of those rooms & it had some brick on one side and sand on the other side for construction. I stood leaning on one of the walls and pulled her close to me. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. Meanwhile I talked to her showing someone walking down the roads and the traffic thru one of the windows. "Did you see that bike?" I kissed her neck and asked. "Hmm..they are always fast like that." she replied. I lifted her skirt from behind and caressed both her ass cheeks. I pulled her panty down and gently caressed her ass cheeks with my rock hard tool. I unzipped my pant and took my tool out too. I gently told in her ears "Let's take this off" She agreed "hmm.." she gently slid the panty down and I threw it into the sand. I kept rubbing her hips and brought my hands over her cute breasts. I massaged her firm breasts over the t-shirt. I asked her "What are these?" "You don't know?" "huhmm..I don't know. why are they big there only?" "I don't know..but when you do like this, it feels good." "Ok..I will keep doing it then.." I inserted my hands thru her t- shirt and massages both her boobs. Her boobs like I said before weren't smaller like I imagined before. They were a handfull and I was squeezing then gently. I kissed her cheeks and turned her face towards my lips. I kissed her lips and with my tongue I parted her lips and extended the kiss. She was very involved and co-operative. I ran my right hand down and kept it over her pussy and rubbed it over there. I parted the pussy lips and inserted my finger into the pussy lips and started moving it back and forth. She closed her eyes everytime I rubbed her pussy by inserting one finger and I continued my kissing on her lips. I got deeper with my finger into the pussy and she kep shrinking her thighs and leaning forward. I held her from falling down and rubbed the pussy lips with my finger back and forth. Her ass cheeks were being crushed by naked cock and was in the middle of her ass crack. Her pussy lips were so soft & wet and everytime she shrinked her thighs together, I got more grip on my fingers and finger fucked her more. We both sat on the sand and I held her on my lap. I kissed her lips and fondled her breasts. I pulled those tiny nipples and made her moan a bit. With ther lying on my lap, I extended my hand towards her pussy and parted the pussy lips again. It was wetter than before and this time, I inserted two fingers into the tiny hole and moved it back and forth. Her pussy was so perfect, smooth & soft with no hair on it. She expanded both her legs and alllowed me to penetrate more with my fingers. "Wait..something is happening there." she stopped. "Where?" "where your fingers are!" "hmm..what's happening? Do you feel like urinating?" "It's not like that..moreover I just went." "hmm..may be it's something different then. Is it good or bad?" "Good" "Ok..I will then see what's the problem there." I moved down and expanded her legs. I kept my face on the pussy and smelled it. It was perfect! So smooth, soft and no hair. I kept kissing it around the feathery lips and she expanded her legs more. I now penetrated her pussy with my tongue and with my upper lips pressing the top, I sucked her pussy to the fullest. I took my tongue out and licked the pussy lips again. It was a perfect view from there. I felt like inserting my cock right there itself. She kept giving hissing sounds and continued moaning a bit. With my both hands, I extended the pussy lips & lifted her kundi & sucked her pussy. She was full of pleasure and almost starting to scream. I slowed down and kept my fingers and watched my fingers entering back and forth for a while. And then I came to the top and squeezed her nipples and kissed all over her cute breasts. We then stood up and I hugged her by lifting her skirt. My tool was directly poking at her pussy and I caressed her bare kundi with both hands. I asked her now "If I give you something in your mouth, will you suck it?" "What are you going to give me?" She looked at me with a puzzled smile. "You will like it..Say yes or no." "Are you going to put some stone or sand in my mouth?" "No." I laughed "Close your eyes and I will tell you." "Ok..closed" "Now bend down with kneels down." "hmm..done." She was now infront of me with her kneels down. I took my cock out, held her head with my left hand and with my right hand guided my tool towards her mouth. I parted her lips with my tool and gently circled around the lips. She had her eyes closed & tasted the precum. She hesitantly opened her mouth and I slowly pulled my foreskin and inserted my cock upto half-way of her mouth. "Ok..now you can open your mouth." She opened her eyes and looked at it in surprise. With my cock on her mouth she blabbered "Ohh..this one!! I can't believe this would be bigger like this and so very hard like a rock pole." "So you have seen this already?" "Yeah..with kids playing around in the streets.But it is not this big and hard, there's seem very soft. yours is so so hard, oh god can i feel its hardness with my hand?" "Oh sure..Ok so u have not seen one from a grown-up like me?" "No. My god this hard thing feels so nice and warm in my hands...ahhh...ohhh..its feeling soo nice to me down there...." "hmm..This won't be usually this bignd this hardddd. You have to make it smaller and softer." "How can i do that?" "Just hold it gently with your hands & move your mouth back and forth. Keep licking and suck it..Ok?" "Ok." She moved her mouth back and forth gently by not touching with her teeth and sucked my cock. She kept a steady pace and licked almost to the full length of the cock. I held her head with both my hands and gently moved my hips too back and forth in a fucking motion. She quickly understood what it means to me and handled it very gently, all the while praising its hardness and how warm it felt in her mouth. She took her mouth every now and then and licked the bottom. I adjusted my foreskin and penetrated her mouth. I touched her nose, chin and eyes with my cock too. She caught it and kept it in her mouth and sucked it again. I held on to her hairs with both hands and asked her to increase the speed & use her tongue too. She became expert soon and started using her tongue and increased her pace. The grip of her mouth was almost like the grip I got from the pussy lips. Her mouth was warm and as she keeps generating the back & forth motion, the warmness kept increasing more and more and I can almost feel that i am cumming. I stopped for a while and told her "You see this white color liquid over there?" "Yeah?" "That will come more now. Is that okay?" "hmm..what am I supposed to do then?" "Just keep doing what you are doing and don't take your mouth out from it...You don't have to swallow it the liquid. Afterwards you can spit it out...alright?" "hmm" We then started again slowly & generated full speed. My cock was moving back and forth vigorosly and it almost kept touching her throat too. She stroke the wet cock with her hand again and swallowed the cock and sucked it to the fullest. She started moving back and forth again and this time I sure was cumming on her mouth. Terrific! She remembered what I told her and kept licking and sucking with her tongue too. It was unbelievable to watch her doing like that. My cum came rushing & rushing in lots. I just held her head tightly closed and kept moving my hips as if fucking her. WOW! What a great feeling. Fucking in mouth also is more or less same as fucking the pussy..even though pussy is the best. I almost finished my entire cumming and slowly drew it from her mouth. Still it was coming out piercing and it fell on all over her face, her nose & eyes. That was a beautiful sight to watch.!!! She kept waiting there in that same position and waiting for my direction. I wiped my cock with her t-shirt and zipped it on. She spit some of the cum still in her mouth. I took her panty and wiped her face and my pants too. We soon were normal and were ready to go downstairs. My luck with both of them continued for a long time. Both Mansi and Priya knew about what others were doing but they won't talk about it between them. I went to training session with Priya next week and in one of those training sessions, we both went for a movie theatre. I asked her to remove her bra in the theatre bathroom. I fondled her naked heavy breasts and sucked them both in the dark theatre itself. I finger fucked her hungry pussy & allowed her to suck my cock too. Until now I have never fucked either Priya or Mansi; but we did everything else whenever we got the opportunity. I hope you guys enjoyed my experience and I will continue writing my other experiences whenever I find time. The experience's may not be completely true, but my capability to satisfy you and a super hard dick mentioned in the story r sure true. Once again, thank you for reading my experience. 100% satisfaction and discreetion is guaranteed. Young flowers wanting to be deflowered or unsatisfied women who desire satisfaction in and around bangalore may contact me. If u dont wanna indulge in sex and rather try all the other

irst time sex with Gujarati bhabhi Posted on January 15, 2012 12:00 PM, Filed under Neighbours Hi guys and girls my name is Ravi. I am an engineering student aged 21 studying in one of the most prestigious colleges in Mumbai. This incident happened with me nearly 3 years back when had just turned 18 and thereafter changed my life for good reasons. Sex is an integral part of most people's life. But most of the boys/girls in my age category (18) were certainly an exception to this rule. Though I was very good in studies I always thought of sex. I was fascinated by women's boobs and used to masturbate thinking about them. Porn, erotic bollywood films were great help during that time. Mature women in their late thirties or early forties always interested me which commonly known as MILF. There was hardly a day when I didn't masturbate thinking about women and their assets. Life was just going on like that until she came and changed everything. She turned me into a man. My neighbor's house was empty for some time as they had shifted to Delhi. But in June 2008 they rented the place to a Gujarati family. The family had 4 members a husband, wife, daughter named Neha aged15 and a boy Sonu with age 7.The bhabhi as I mentioned above was going to be the reason of all things which happened afterwards. When I saw her for the first time I was just left with my mouth wide open appreciating her body. Her name was Mira aged 40 which I later came to know. A perfect Gujarati bhabhi with voluptuous body measuring 36DD-28- 38 which I measured myself when we had one of our sexual encounters with her mesmerizing breasts and an ass to die for .She wasn't young with slight wrinkles on face and other parts but again my she perfectly fitted my criteria. She was the MILF I was looking for. Days passed and so the bhabhi and her family started interacting with other neighbors. She was sweet, nice-talking lady like other Gujaratis. My mother and she used to interact quite often as there were hardly any other neighbors to talk. They used to talk about families, sarees, food etc. My mother had even told her how I intelligent I am and always stood first in my school years. Whenever I used to come across her she used to smile and ask me about how I was doing, studies etc and then I used to masturbate thinking about her. She used to wash clothes in the verandah of their house in her saree and the extremely fit blouse which used to show her deep cleavage. It was always my routine to have a look at it by finding a reason to go outside and stealing glances at her huge mangoes. She never caught me as I was slightly shy with very good image in our locality and so she never thought that I will do something like that with her. Whenever my school friends used to come home and see her washing clothes with her huge boobs they always used to tease me that I was so lucky to have a hot bhabhi as a neighbor. Her daughter Neha was in 9th standard .She wasn't really hot and had average looks. She was really weak in maths. So when bhabhi and my mother were chatting one afternoon, bhabhi asked my mother whether she knew of any classes or personal tuitions for Neha. My mother thought for a while and suggested her if it just a question of maths then Ravi would teach her as he is good in maths. Bhabhi became really happy as she didn't have to send Neha for classes and even told my mom that she would pay me some money for teaching her daughter. My mother bluntly refused it and told her that she would ask me about teaching math to Neha. So when mom asked me about it there was no reason for me to say no even though I was busy in my first year engineering and even better news was that I had to go to their house for Neha's tuitions and a chance to get close with bhabhi. Being shy I had never visited their place before and so for the first time my mother accompanied me to their home. Bhabhi greeted us warmly and offered snacks, tea etc to us. Neha was also there. After some chit-chat we came to the main topic i.e. tuitions. Bhabhi told me about Neha's studies and her weakness in maths. O boy she was a looking smokin hot in the saree draped around her voluptuous figure with just one fold around her shoulder exposing her deep navel through the transparent saree. I listened to whatever she had to say and told her that I would give my best to improve Neha's maths. After some time my mother left and I started to teach Neha. The house wasn't big so I was teaching Neha in the bedroom while bhabhi was cooking in the kitchen. Her husband wasn't at home as he had a shop so he used to go quite early in the morning and used to come late in the night around 10. I also imagined how pathetic their sex life was and felt sad for bhabhi. I used to come home from college around 4 pm and used to teach Neha from 7 to around 8-30. She was above average in studies and was improving quickly while I used to get a hard-on just thinking about bhabhi. Bhabhi was sweet. She used to offer me snacks, etc and she was happy with Neha's performance as she scored very good marks in semester exams. Bhabhi was really happy and thankful to me. Whenever I used to get a chance I used to catch glimpses of ass or boobs through her saree but things really were not going anywhere with me just masterbating .many days passed. Like most engineering colleges I had vacations in December. So I told bhabhi that I would teach Neha in the morning around 10 to 11 after which she would go to her school. Bhabhi and Neha had no problem. So I started my morning tuitions. My mom used to work in an office from 10-6 so I used to be alone the whole day during vacations. I hardly had friends in our area so I used to be alone at home watching TV, porn, surfing internet etc. One day after the tuitions when I was just about to leave bhabhi casually asked me to stop and have chit-chat with her as she had also become bored with Neha in the school and her son Sonu playing with his friends, I thought for a while and decided to be there for some time as I myself would have been bored with no one in home except me. So I sat on the sofa in their hall. After some time Neha went to the school, Sonu was outside playing. Bhabhi came after 5 minutes and sat on the sofa just opposite of me. We started talking about various topics such as from Neha's studies to my college, our neighborhood. All this while I couldn't stop myself from ogling at her amazing body...Man she was in her forties but she was one of the hottest women I had seen in my entire life. During out chatting suddenly Sonu came inside and started complaining bhabhi about being hungry. His hug to bhabhi, she caressing him as he was just about 7 years old probably in the 2nd standard made me jealous of him and I wish I would been in his place fondling bhabhi the way he was. Bhabhi was asking him whether he would eat this and that and he was refusing saying he wanted milk. So bhabhi told him that the milk is kept in the fridge, so go and take it. But again he refused and started crying by hugging her boobs tightly. I was amazed why he was doing something like that. At the same time Bhabhi realized instantly that indeed he was asking for her breast milk .But she told him that she won't give it to him as he is now grown up and it is meant only for infants. But Sonu was relentless now crying even harder. I was watching all this without understanding and asked bhabhi what was the matter when she told me that he is asking for her breast milk. I was shocked. Boy as old as Sonu asking for breastfeeding. Seeing my puzzled look she told me that Sonu was actually breastfed occasionally as he was always very adamant about breast milk and refused to drink any other milk .So she used to breastfeed him whenever he used to behave like that. Curiously I asked her whether it is possible for a woman to produce milk even after many years of pregnancy to which she replied by saying, if you continue to breastfeed the child the breast will continue to produce milk. On the other hand Sonu was still crying. Bhabhi told him that Ravi bhaiyaa(me) will laugh at him if he still drinks breast milk even when he has so grown up. I thought may be bhabhi would be embarrassed to breastfeed him in front of me, so I told her that I will leave now even when I wanted to stay there and wanted to see her mango sized naked breasts for the first time. But bhabhi stopped me saying that it is ok and is absolutely no problem if I sit there. She told me to watch TV. Oh boy I was ecstatic. My joy knew no bounds. Bhabhi locked the door and sat on the mattress with Sonu in her lap. She positioned herself in a way so that I couldn't see her breasts. She removed her pallu and started unhooking her blouse and started feeding Sonu. Sonu now stopped crying, but I hardly could see anything with pallu covering her boobs and that position. I was moving on sofa from side to side hoping to get at least some glimpse of boobs. But I wasn't lucky. After some time Sonu got up and went outside playing. Bhabhi now quickly covered herself and again started talking with me. I was still in shock. A forty something woman breastfeeding her 7-8 year old son. I wasn't paying attention to her. After 5 minutes she suddenly started complaining about pain in her breast. I asked her what happened, she told me that it is common after breastfeeding as there is still some milk in the breast and thus it pains. She told me that she needed to go to kitchen and empty the excess milk into a glass. But I was sitting just a foot away from her seeing her breasts with great pleasure. That was it probably. She asked me whether I would love to drink excess milk. Current flew across my whole body and within a minute I tore open her blouse and started sucking those melons with great power. She started moaning and told me to go slow. Her breasts were sagging probably because she never wore any bra. But they were mind blowing. There was no stopping me now. The milk tasted slightly sour different from our regular milk but it was fun. She was pouring and pouring hard. I was squeezing her breasts hard so to drink more milk. The soft and ball like feel was beyond description. After some time it stopped milking. She lay on that mattress for some time almost exhausted. My penis was already hard; it was almost erect in my pants. Bhabhi smiled and asked about her milk .I told her it was too good. She had naughty smile on her face and told me to proceed to bedroom. Oh boy I was so charged that I couldn't wait. Bhabhi came in the bedroom with her blouse open and locked the door. She asked me whether it is my first time or have I done it earlier??? I told her that I haven't even seen any woman naked in real except my mother and now YOU. She was amazed and told me to give my best and told me not to worry that she'll help me through it. I almost jumped over her and we started kissing and hugging. I was in full flow and so was bhabhi. Her lips were really nice for the woman of that age. He smelled nicely. Saliva getting mixed, lip biting went on for few minutes when I fully removed her blouse and started squeezing, kissing it all over again. She was ecstatic and feeling raunchy, my penis was getting unsettled in my fit pants. She tightly hugged me and took me towards the bed and pushed me on the bed. I was there now all in bhabhi's full control. She removed my t-shirt in a flash and started unbuttoning my pants, unzipped me and slowly took off my pant erotically. On the way kissing and caressing my groin, thighs, legs, and toes, sending electric socks all throughout my body. I was just in my under wear and she was in her saree without any blouse. My erect penis made a huge tent in my pants. She started kissing it even without removing my pants making my pant all wet. She was rubbing it making it even bigger in size. This went on for a while. She had amazing patience I must say just kissing, rubbing it without its real sight (my penis). But now it was my turn. I held her against bed and started removing her saree fold by fold caressing her navels, stomach all flesh. Now she was just in her undies. What a sight I must say. Her thighs, legs all felt so yummy her groin so hot. Now I started removing her panty. Slowly, seductively playing with her groin, navel all of which she really enjoyed. After that I completely removed it and there was her pussy, slightly trimmed with some hair and a tight pink lips calling for my sucking. Within a flash I was there inserting my tongue into her pussy and feeling its sweet juices and hotness. She was moaning harder moving around in bed telling me that I m made her day and how she never thought of having sex with me. This went on for a while. I inserted my finger into her cunt and started moving it back and forth. She was enjoying. Now I inserted two of fingers and pushed them a little further. She was hot and told me that she was about to cum and she came and she came hard. White juices flowing all over tasting really nice. I had been successful I giving her first orgasm and it made me feel proud. She was now fully lubricated and now it was turn again. She held me against the bed's corner and removed by pants thereby exposing my almost fully erect penis. She looked at her pleasantly and told me that it is much bigger, cleaner and meatier than her husband's. Oh boy now it was my turn to moan, her strokes of my penis were hard and made me all the more erotic. She now took it in her mouth and started getting it wet with her saliva that made it slightly cold but all the more amazing. She did that for a while enjoying fully. With her each stroke my penis was becoming harder and harder and the sperms were getting close to explode anytime. Now I held her and made her sleep on the bed with her legs wide spread open and slowly tried to enter her vagina. It was my first time so bhabhi helped a lot in directing me about how to insert it and then stroking it. I was in full flow now pushing my penis in her pussy in full forces making her moan louder. I was enjoying the feeling of my penis going in and out of vagina; their touch was all divine and sent currents all through my body. After that I made her turn around and started inserting in a dog style position thanks to my porn watching experience. Bhabhi enjoyed it a lot as it was more powerful even I felt more relaxed in that position. It had been almost been an hour and still we were fucking amazingly. But the main question which suddenly came to my mind: where the CONDOM was??? I took out the penis from her vagina and asked her hadn't she forgotten about the condom???Bhabhi gave me a mischievous smile. I was puzzled. I again asked for the condoms. She laughed and told me that there is no need to worry as she had already undergone a surgery so that she can't conceive again. They already had two children, a girl and a boy. I heaved a sigh of relief and again started fucking her with all the force. Bhabhi came again. Her second orgasm making my penis all wet with her juices. Now even I was about to cum. I told bhabhi so, she was amazed that I gave her two orgasms in only my first fuck. She was elated, told me to relax. I came...came with full flow of sperms in her pussy. Even I myself was surprised that I was able to hold them that longer. Her pussy now became as hot as hell. I removed my penis and looked at it. It was first fuck and what a fuck it was!!! Bhabhi quickly turned around and inserted it into her mouth, testing sperms lovingly. I was exhausted and so was she. We laid there for some time. It was already too late but who cared. I again started kissing her, fondling her boobs for a while. Suddenly the bell rang. It was Sonu. Bhabhi told him to wait for a while. We quickly freshened up ourselves and wore our clothes. The poor milk sucking boy didn't even know when the door opened about what had happened inside while he was playing outside. He was again hungry and now asking for lunch. Thank God. I left. Bhabhi came to the door. That mischievous smile indicator of many wild things to come. Not this time. 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Posted by admin on January 14, 2012 1:00 PM Permalink | Comments (0) Sex with college receptionist Posted on January 14, 2012 12:00 PM, Filed under College Sex Hi friends my name is rocky,let me describe you my self i'm 6'3 inches and not well built but lean but charming and smart looking.this happened an year back.I am a graduate and I want to pursue mba degree from a prestigious instiutions in india.i have given all the exams which are needed for it. In that process I gave my mobile number at every exam I have written and we all know that there are various institutes in india for mba other than worth institutes.So I usually get calls from these institutes every now and then to join in their institute.I am goin to narrate about the call that I had with a girl from one such institute from bangalore. One night around 7 I got this call from the institute I took the call and to my surprise it was a girl I asked her who is it and she started enquiring me abt my educational qualifications and if I am interested to pursue mba from their college,generally I say I am not but the voice was very sweet and the way she talked made me hung to the call for 45 minutes. the whole conversation was not completely professional,as she also liked the way I talked as they also get students who arrogantly cut the call,she said there would be an interview in my city the next day and she was there in the city in a hostel.So I thought there might be a chance to see how she looked like so I agreed to come for the interview the next day. on the next day she called again for the confirmation n confirmed I am coming even it was raining. I reached the venue and went to the hall where this interview session was goin on,to my surprise there was only two guys and 2 students for the interview,so I came out and called where was she?she said that she's in a meeting n told me to go and take the interview and will come once the meeting is over. i believed her and took the interview and asked them when will be my result they said an email would confirm my seat in the college.i came out and started calling her to my surprise she wasn't picking my call and then I enquired the person who interviewed me about the girl he said only two of them came to city and the girl who called me didn't come from bangalore, listenening to this I got angry like anything and in anger I tried calling her she wasn't picking my call I tried for nearly an hour like this then some guy picked it saying that she's in a meeting I told him look boss I need to talk to her make her call me n went back to home angrily. I didn't feel like eating lunch and went to the system and sent sms's saying that girls like u would hurt person's feelings as if nothing and I said that bcoz of her am not gonna eat anything n sent the sms.In the evening I got a call from her I blasted like anything to her saying who gave u rite to play with a person's emotions,then she apologised for her doings. i said I want to be alone and kept the call and threw my mobile to corner of my bed and went to other room and slept as I need a time for myself I woke up after 3 hrs and went in search of my cell to my surprise there were 120 msd calls and 20 msgs saying that she is sorry and she can't bear the thought that someone is being starved bcoz of her. So I called her back saying its k and we can be friends n said that I came to interview just to meet her.we talked for sometime and I went for dinner and after dinner she called and talked sometime and slept.this continued for days,she said she had a bro and she lives in a hostel in bangalore and goes to her bro's place every weekend who has a wife and 2 kids. the talking went on everyday except for the weekend she's afraid of her bro who is an ex army man.i had the urge to see her and she also had the same.we both send each other's pics thru email.she was a little fat and medium dark in color her fgure was 36-30-36 but I liked her as there was something in her a kind of glow which attracted me towards her,she liked me too. i took it to the next level and started doing sex chat daily.everyday she used to get heated up during the conversation and she said she want me to come to bangalore for meeting her.i planned for the trip n booked a hotel and started from my place and reached there at 10 am in the morning. She called me and said that she's coming in an auto to pick me up I waited and she came I got into the auto she was wearing a green salwar kameez and was lookin sexy.auto was taking turns and my shoulder and her shoulder touched for the first time she was shy and then I hold her hands and to my surprise her hand was cold.then we reached the hotel in 45 min. I tooked the keys and we went into the room,locked the room and I told her to sit on the bed and went into the bathroom for a piss.then I came out she was just looking at me with love in her eyes then I went near her on the bed kept my hand on her shoulder and pressed it for signal. she immediately hugged me tightly,then slowly shifted her to her side and I was on top of her and started kissing her passionately,our tongues were playing with each other then I started caressing her left boob and right boob in a sequential way.then I started pressing both boobs with our tongues playing with each other at the same time. when I started pressing her boobs she started moaning.then I removed her salwar she was in bra.then I removed her bra she was topless I immediately started sucking her boobs her moaning increased a little bit this continued for 20 min and then I started licking her navel,my tongue was moving in n out of her belly button then my both hands were pressing her boobies then slowly I removed her kameez and removed her panty too, my god she was naked. she had no hair it was clean shave near her pussy.her juices were out,then I started fingering in and out.It started with single finger,then two more juices were out I started licking them like a dog my tongue was going out n in,then she started saying comon fuck me I can't wait then she started undressing me then my package came out which was erect 7"inch cock, i kept it inside her mouth till she choked I started doin it by pressing her head in and out n I released my sperms inside her mouth she completely dranked it then I removed it from her mouth and kept my dick inside her pussy doggy style I started slowly and increased my speed steadily her moaning also increased after 10 min I cummed inside her. then we both relaxed on the bed.after 20 min sleep we both went inside bathroom took bath together.during bath also we did doggy style for 20 min and cleaned our juices with water.then we ordered food for lunch at 3 pm then we did again at 5 pm this time other postures like head on pose sorry guys I don't the name of the poses we 69 position she went back to hostel at 7 pm as it should look as she came back from work. so that's the way it ended.the next day I had train to catch in the morning from bangalore at 8:30 am she came at 6:30 in the mornin I got ready and we decided to start then she stopped me and said one last time then I said its gonna be late then she insisted then I opened my cock and she started sucking it I was in heaven we did it for 15 min and we started I vacated the room and took the train went back home when I was leaving I have seen tears in her eyes that was really touching. this is my sex story hope u guys like it. 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I just had her in my memories and never interacted with any girl in an intimate way after that for almost 14 years. I was now, 27 and had a very good job and was earning handsomely. My Mom and Dad kept pressuring me to get married for the last two years and for some reason or another it just didn't happen. My mom got us a new maid from our village, her name was Jaya. She was very fair and beautiful and looked a lot like my mother and Sister ! She told us that she was abandoned by her mother after delivery and was brought up by her grandparents... Jaya was very shy and scared. She used to wake up in the middle of the night and spend time up sitting and crying silently. One day, I got up in the middle of my sleep to go to the bathroom and saw her crying.... I asked her what was wrong ? She said that if she goes back to her village, she also will be abandoned by her folks and will have to suffer. I had a chat with her and told her that as long as she does good work, there is no risk in her future with our family. I explained to her common mistakes and how to be sincere and caring in her job! She brightened and thanked me profusely and went to sleep. After that, whenever she was done with cleaning up, washing etc. she would immediately come to me to ask "How did I do ?" I will smile and reassure her, point out where to improve etc. all very calmly, so that she learnt it. Over a period of time, she got very comfortable with me, I also reciprocated that. Occasionally, I would pat her on the back or butt mockingly and she would mockingly dodge me and run away! I began to develop a liking for this girl, with my mom also appreciating how constantly she learnt and improved by leaps and bounds... In the year she was with us, she gained a lot of height, her breasts became much bigger, butt more rounder with mother nature being very kind to her... She was also a very fair and beautiful girl, very unlike the typical girls you get for maid chores from villages.... She caught my attention and affection a lot. Now whenever, I appreciated her for something, I would let my hand linger a lot more on her shoulder back or butt, occasionally rubbing it while patting. She didn't show any reaction, purely because of her innocence. My Mom and sister used to give her old clothes, one day when she wore a salwar kameez, I commented that only Paavadai/chattai (long skirt, tight blouse) looks good on you, she smiled. I was surprised to see her to change into a pavadai/chattai that afternoon itself. She brightened on seeing a smile on my face. Being poor, she didn't have any money to buy a bra and used to wear a loose shimmy beneath her top, with her nipples poking out as well. I was in heaven... upon seeing those protruding buttons... She was the first girl who triggered such emotions after a very long time, I had kept away from sex and women after my torrid initiation into sex with Rukmani (15 years ago), she was still in my memories very strongly. This girl broke through that and triggered a lot sexual stirring s in me. With her filling out, to me she looked like Rukmani sometimes and like my sister some other times. I was thinking that it was due to my mixed emotions for her I was imagining those...My attraction and lust for Jaya grew. One day, while fixing a fan, a screwdriver slipped and sliced my fingers leading to bleeding... I immediately, got down and was looking for a bandage in the kitchen drawer. Jaya heard the noise and came to ask what I want. She was shocked to see the blood. Immediately put my finger in her mouth, sucked it vigorously and bandaged it up. She did the same to another finger, while she was bandaging it, I kept the hand down, leading to her bending down and I saw her breasts in full through the top opening of her blouse. Boy, were they magnificent! Words can't describe. Milky white globes, with full tennis ball shape and almost pitch black areolas which were large and a bud of a nipple on that. I was staring at them with my mouth open. With her finishing up the job, she looked up and found out what was staring at. With shock got up and covered her chest with her hands and ran away... She went near the doorway turned and gave me a smile and then went away... I was thrilled at the smile and the positive reaction I got from her. A month later, the pongal festival was coming and my mom wanted to buy clothes for all. We all went to a big bazaar, we also took Jaya with us. She was dressed in a salwar khameez that fitted very tight and was highlighting her globes well. I took my two wheeler as the car was full with driver my parents and sister + Jaya. In the street, my mom went with my sister to a posh shop for saree purchasing and after an hour into it, was still not done selecting anything. Worse, my sister started bitching about waste of time realizing the situation my DAD took my sister to the western wear section to buy something and asked me take Jaya to a nearby shop to buy something for her. He gave me Rs. 1000 and said to manage something reasonable within that for Jaya. I took jaya to a shop opposite and asked her what she wanted. She said that she wanted a saree set! I asked her is it your first, she nodded with lot of shyness and her cheeks became red. I told her not to be shy and asked the sales man to show us in the Rs. 1000 range... He showed a lot of sarees, she was confused in decision. I loved a saree that had her skin's light tan color with decorative pallu and border in black. In my imagination, she would look as if she were wearing a transparent saree with just border on her body. I told her it would look great on you. She shyly looked at the price which was Rs. 1300 and said it is too expensive. The sales girl at that point said "Come on Madam, your husband likes this on you so much, you should get it". Upon hearing this, Jaya had a huge smile, lowered her eyes to the ground and her entire face became flushed, with her cheeks totally red. The salesgirl then asked me "Sir, are you getting this for your wife ? Shall I bill it ?", I answered it with a firm "Yes". Completely shocking Jaya!!! She seemed happy, shocked and shy and didn't say a word. The same shop provided stitching for the blouse for free and I took jaya there the tailor took all the measurements and said that it will be ready for pick-up two days later. I told jaya not to tell that it was more than Rs. 1000 to everyone. She quietly nodded her head and was visibly happy. I took Jaya to the shop in which my parents were and left her there. I quickly got back to the shop where Jaya and me bought the saree and bought a plain blouse cloth of the same saree color, the sales girl remembered me. I told her that I wanted to surprise my wife and asked for her help in choosing a bra. She took me to the section brought some matching bra and panty sets saying that from now I should remember the size for the future and I paid for them all. I took the blouse piece to the tailor and asked him to stitch a plain blouse on the new piece I bought, but change the saree's piece to a sleeve less one with deep openings in the front and back. He smiled and said that he would deliver them both on the same day. I thanked him and left, I hid the bra sets in my bike's box. Jaya's bra was 34D size, confirming my feeling that she had really large breasts...Two days later, I got the stitched blouses back, gave the plain one to Jaya. I was observing jaya very closely, her butt, breasts cleavage all got intimate attention me, she also sometimes would notice me ogling just smile and continue... One day, I went to the bathroom, found out that jaya had taken bath earlier, her clothes were hanging in the hook. I found a panty that was old and worn out with even a small hole right in the pussy area. I took it to my nose put it on my face wrapped it and smelt it. The musky aroma, of urine mixed with some other stuff was really powerful. I wrapped it around my penis and shagged to pump a furious load of semen into it. I spread it all over the pussy area in her panty and left it. After this whenever I found her clothes, I would deposit my sperm into her panty and leave it. One day, I found just her panty and deposited another load. After this everyday I will find her panty for me, shortly after I finished her path Jaya would come and take it to wash. One day she showed the panty to me, said "naughty" and smiled and went away. I was dead sure, that she liked me and was excited about bedding her. One day, after she had her clothes out to take a bath, my mom called her urgently to do some cleaning up in the morning so jaya left. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and noticed her clothes. I immediately got the bra panty sets I had bought for her and took out a sexy lace set and left it on the hooks instead of her old panty. I finished my shower and when I came out jaya was waiting and she went into take a bath...I went into my room, after few mins dressed up and came up for breakfast... When I asked for more idlis, jaya told my mom that she would serve and she came to me and put two idlis on my plate. I looked up and there she was brimming with happiness and a huge smile was on her face. I asked her why so happy, she just lifted the t-shirt she was wearing on her pavadai and showed me the lacy bra. It looked magnificient. She quickly covered up and left. Turned back to give me a smile and then went away. Few days later, pongal started that day everyone except me was wearing new clothes and my family was getting ready to go to the temple. As there would be a huge rush mom/dad/sister went early asking me to join them as soon as I am done. I was alone in the house with Jaya. Jaya came in dressed in her new saree she looked stunning. I complemented her on how beautiful she looked. She became shy and said it is your choice. I told her she would look better in something else and gave her the sleeveless blouse I had gotten stitched. I also gave her the 3 other bra panty sets I had gotten. When did you get them was the question from jaya, I reminded her "You know the sales girl wanted me to get the saree for my wife...". She went into her room and came back dressed in the sleeveless blouse. She looked really sexy and beautiful, instantly giving me a hard on. I went close to her grabbed her hands and held on to them. I bent down slowly, she closed her eyes. I planted a kiss on her lips, her body shuddered at this. I grabbed her waist, pulled her into me, with her breasts smashing into my chest. I kissed her madly all over her face, neck, eyes nose mouth. I nibbled her her ear lobes and this made her go crazy. I then slowly bent down and planted a kiss on her cleavage. She shrugged and suddenly realized what was happening. She withdrew and said "stop this". I immediately stopped, told her I really liked her and will not force anything. I said, I am deeply sorry for what happened and left for the temple. I was distracted at the temple, not knowing what jaya would do when we got back home.... We got back home. Jaya was her usual self she had changed into the ordinary blouse, but still wearing the bra and (hopefully the panty) I got for her. In the evening, my family went out to greet some of the neighbors, I was watching a pongal special move on SUN TV. When we were alone, I said jaya I am very sorry for what happened. It will never happen again. I said it because, she wrapped her saree pallu covering her top half completely. She smiled said "I understand, you are a good man. But I want it", saying she dropped her saree pallu, beneath it she was in her sleeveless blouse, all for me. She had a mischievous smile on her face. I got up kissed her crazy. She moved her back was on my front when we were standing up. I slowly moved my hand grabbed her breasts and massaged them. Her breathing became quicker, and her eyes were like they were in a trance. The girl was experiencing it for the first time..... It was obvious... I was massaging her breasts like crazy, kissing and nibbling her earlobes heightening the experience for her. Suddenly we heard the noise of someone coming into the house, she ran into her room. It was my family. A minute later jaya came back dressed in her household attire. My mom chided her as to why changed so early. Jaya just looked at me and gave me a smile, acknowledging "our secret". I had no idea that the same night would be the second most defining night in my life, the first one being when I lost my virginity and took the virginity of Rukmani. Rukmani was slightly older than me, but Jaya was so young, lithe and beautiful, the chance of taking her virginity thrilled me completely.... I was up watching TV late and saw Jaya coming out for the bathroom, giving me a smile. She whispered into my ears, I have left a gift for you in the bathroom. Later when I went to the bathroom, I found the bra/panty set she was wearing on the hook! I was thrilled smelt her panty. Took it into my bedroom and put it on my face and dozed off. Late that night, I felt someone on the bed next to me hugging me, I felt the warmth and softness of the body. When I woke up startled, I was shocked to find Jaya in my bed. She immediately put her lips on mine gave me a soft kiss and asked me to be quiet! I was still in shock! Jaya got on top of me I realized that she wasn't wearing anything beneath her nightie. When her nightly went up, her pussy was felt on my tummy, it was very warm and seemed like some fire was burning between her thighs... I slowly lifted the nightie off of her body. There she was in her full naked glory her body all mine for the taking. I slowly put her on the bed next to mine. Slowly moved my face close to her nipples and blew warm air out of my body on them. Immediately, they became erect and stuck out like cork. I latched onto one of the nipples with my mouth while just tweaking the other with my fingers. Her body shuddered violently and she crushed my face into her breast whispering, `This feels so good". I put my hand down and cupped her pussy. TO my surprise, I found it to be sopping wet, with secretions coming out thick. I just opened her pussy lips and rubbed the top of her pussy. I felt something like a button and when I touched it she went nuts... I just rubbed it, her body pulsed, as it got an electric shock. To stifle her screams of pleasure, she buried her face into my chest and bit my shoulder. When I stopped, she begged me to continue.... I slowly opened up her pussy lips and inserted one of fingers into it. It was an indescribable feeling of wetness, warmth and velvet. She was thrashing wildly and her body shuddered. I realized that the girl was having her first orgasm and held her tightly just kissing her gently on her lips till her body became calm & normal...I then slowly opened her pussy lips and was tickling it she slowly built up a tempo and asked me do you know what to do further ? I like it so much. I told her about my erect penis, took of my shorts and showed her that. She gasped at how large it had become and asked will it become normal ? I told her if I put it in her pussy it will become small again. She wondered as to whether it will go inside, will not hurt etc. I just kissed her. Slowly tickled her pussy button, in no time she was wet. I asked her to relax, positioned the penis and slowly began inserting. I ran into her hymen and briefly stopped, I told her that it will hurt momentarily does she want to go through with it. I told her if I break it, she becomes a woman from a girl. She just bit her lip and closed her eyes, I took time just kept in kissing her whispering her to relax finally after a minute she was totally relaxed, I in one swift motion pushed it in to her pussy in one stroke. I could feel the hymen splitting and the mometary tightness around my penis bulb before all of it got in. I felt lot of wetness now and realized that she was bleeding as well. I thrusted in and out deeply and each time used the entire length of the penis to achieve longer strokes. She went over the edge and was on the verge or orgasm. I briefly stopped, she said "It feels so good, now I know how my mom got pregnant when she went to work, umarried. This desire is uncontrollable, please fuck me". I continued pumping when I also was on the edge, I said "I am about to spill into your pussy, don't worry about getting pregnant, I will give you some pills, who was your mother". Just I was erupting a huge load into her pussy. She kissed me and said "her name is Rukmani" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god what have I done ? Click here to download cock raising amateur sex videos from the Indian Subcontinent featuring horny bhabhi's sucking and fucking their devar's. 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When I was 25 years old I used to live in a rented accommodation as a paying guest of Ramesh Chandra Mathur who was aged 55 years. His family consisted of himself, his wife Rajni aged 50 years, one unmarried daughter Jyoti aged 23 years and one unmarried son Deepak aged 19 years .I was given a living-cum-study room, a bed room and a bathroom-cum-toilet. Meals, breakfast and evening tea used to be served by his wife Rajni or his daughter Jyoti and sometimes by his son Deepak. After I had lived for about two months I started noticing that Jyoti had developed some attraction for me. Sometimes she will say that meri tabiyat hoti hai ki tumhara chumma le lun (some times I feel like taking your kiss).I used to say who stops you from kissing me .One day when there was none in the house she came to me and started kissing. I said kas ke chipka ke chumma lo to kuchh maza bhi aaye. She then embraced me tightly so that her tits were pressed against my chest. I also then kissed her tightly embracing her. One day when there was none in the house she came and asked me blue film kya hoti hai? I told her ki blue film woh film hoti hai jismein sex scenes hote hain.To this she asked sex scenes kya hote hain. I told her that sex scenes are those scenes in which sexual activities are shown. Jis mein log sex karte hue dikhaaee dete hain. Then she asked sex kaise kiya jaataa hai? Then I asked her aadmi aur aurat ke sharir mein kya antar hota ha janti ho? To this she gave a mischievous smile and said aap hi bata do. I said is ke liye nangaa honaa padegaa.She said ghar mein koi hai nahin yeh jaanne ke liye nange bhi ho jayeinge to kya hua. Aap se kya parda par pahle aap ko nanga hona pade ga. Maine kahaa theek hai phir maine apne sab kapde utaar diye aur bilkul nangaa ho gayaa. Mera lund ek dam khadaa ho gayaa thaa. Mere lund ko dekh kar Jyoti boli yeh kya hai? Maine kahaa ki sab kuchh bataayeinge pahle tum bhi puri tarah se nangi ho jaao. Phir us ne bhi apne sab kapde utaar diye aur meri tarah bilkul nangi ho gai. Ab maine us se poonchha ki tum kyaa kyaa jaanti ho. Woh boli aap ke hi moonh se sab sunna chaahati hoon. Maine use apna lund pakadwa diya aur kaha ki ise lund kahate hain. Is ka naam laudaa bhi hai. Is ke neechey jo thaili latak rahi hai use pota ya andkosh aur angrezi mein balls kahte hain. Is ke paas jo pakhana karne ka chhed hai ise gaand kahate hain. Phir maine usse kaha ki ab tumhaare angon ke baare me batayein.Then I caught hold of her tits and told her that inhein choochi kahate hain. Then I moved my hand between her legs and inserting a finger in her cunt told her that ise choot kahate hain. Ise bur bhi kahate hain. choot ke neeche tumhari gaand hai. Choot ke upar clitoris(clit) hai jise sahlane se aurat ko bahut mazaa aata hai. I asked if she has rubbed her clit. She smiled and said several times.Then she michieviously said aur kuchh bataaiye yeh sab to mujhe bhi maaloom tha. Then I said lund ko choot mein ghusedaa jaata hai use chodanaa kahte hain. Shaadi ke baad suhaag raat mein pati patni ki choot mein apna lund gusedkar patni ko chodta hai. Ise chudai kahate hain.Lund ko gaand mein bhi ghuserte hain use gaand maarnaa kahte hain. Gaand mein lund ghuswaane ko gaand maraanaa ya gaand marwaanaa kahte hain. Bahut si ladkiyon to laudaa moonh mein lekar choosne mein maza aata hai. Aadmi ko bhi lund chuswaane mein mazaa aataa hai. Videsi gori ladkiyan bade chav se lund choosti hain. Then Jyoti asked me what will I do with her today? Woh boli chaahein to aaj aap mujhe chod dein. Chahein to meri gaand maar dein. Meri saheliyan kahti hain ki chudai mein badaa mazaa aata hai. Maine kaha ki aaj to na main tumhein chodoonga na tumhari gaand maaroonga. Aaj main tumhein jeebh se chaat kar mazaa doonga. Then I started sucking on her nipples and also rubbing her clit after applying pussy juice on her clit with my fingers by which she became highly excited and started moaning and started shouting ab chodo mujhe. Then all of a sudden she caught hold of my lund and placed it at the entrance of her choot and in one push inserted it in her choot and then I was left with no option but to fuck her choot and that day I fucked her choot twice. Then she said that ki aaj ghar mein koi bhi nahin hai is liye aaj main apni gaand bhi marwaaoongi. To please her I applied lot of oil on my laudaa and also in her gaand by inserting thoroughly oiled one finger in her gaand. Then I inserted two oiled fingers in her gaand and after waiting for some time when she became accustomed to the fingers in her ass I placed the head of my cock on her ass and slowly pushed forward. First she felt pain then I stopped entering further after some time she said ab ghusero then I pushed further aur dheere dheere kar ke jad (root) tak lund uski gaand mein ghuser diya aur dhakke lagaane lagaa. Phir to use bhi achchha lagne laga aur maine achchhi tarah se uski gaand maari. Since then we have fucked several times in her cunt and ass and we both enjoy it. After making me fuck her, Jyoti became very uninhibited with me and started coming to my room quite often. Instead of her mother or brother she alone started bringing my breakfast, meals and evening tea and snacks. Whenever there was none in the house she would passionately kiss me with tight embrace in which her boobs and nipples will press my chest. I also started kissing her with tight embrace. She will also grab my cock and I will grab her tits. She will also open my fly and take out my cock and give me a hand job(masturbate) till I got discharged. One day when there was none in the house she came to me and said that let us bathe together. We therefore became totally naked and came under the shower for shower- bath. I applied soap on her tits and cuntal region while she applied soap on my cock and balls and also inserted her soapy finger in my ass. I then also inserted my soapy fingers in her ass and when I found her ass is fit to be entered inserted my cock in her ass and fucked her in the ass. Sometimes when there was none in the house and I was alone she will come take out my cock which always becomes erect by her touch and she used to take it in her cunt by sitting on it by raising her sari and petticoat and fuck me and also open her boobs for me to suck which I do. Luckily Jyoti's father and mother went out for a week to attend some marriages and connected ceremonies and only Jyoti and her brother Deepak remained in the house. Jyoti, one day, said to me that her friends have shown her blue films in which the girls were taking dicks of two guys simultaneously in their cunt and ass. She asked me: "Kaisa lagta hogaa ek saath gaand aur bur mein lund." Maine kaha ki "main kaise bataa saktaa hoon. Mere to kewal gaand hai aur lund hai, bur to hai nahin. Yeh to koi ladki hi bata sakti jisne apni gaand aur bur mein ek saath lund ghuswaaye hon." Jyoti ne kaha:"Main bhi azmaana chaahti hoon." Maine kaha: "iske liye mere lund ke alaawaa ek aur laude ka intezaam karnaa padegaa. Tum kisi ladke ko janti ho jo tumhein chod sake ya tumhari gaand maar sake." Jyoti ne kahaa ki uski saheliyon ke bhai hain unse kahanaa padegaa. Maine kahaa ki is se achchha hoga ki apne bhai Deepak ke lund ka istemaal karo---kisi ko pataa bhi nahin chalegaa aur tumhaaraa kaam bhi ban jayegaa. Nahin to jo bhi tumhein chodegaa ya tumhari gaand maaregaa woh sab se kahegaa aur isse tumhari aur tumhare pitaji ki badnaami hogi. Jyoti boli ki baat to tum theek kahate ho par main apne bhai se kaise kahoon hi mujhe chodo ya meri gaand maaro. Mujhe sharam aati hai. Maine kahaa ki baahar-wale kisi ladke ko mat bulao aur agar main tumhein chod rahaaa ho-oongaa aur Deepak aagayaa to kaam ban jayega. As the parents of Jyoti and Deepak had gone out for a week all of us were quite free and one day when I was quite alone in my room doing no work Jyoti came and said let us fuck. So both of us went to my bed room and became totally naked for fucking. I started sucking on her nipples; then started probing her cunt (choot/bur) with my tongue and then started sucking her clit. Jyoti started moaning with pleasure and started crying:"badaa achchha lag raha hai. ab apne lund se mujhe chodo." I then inserted my cock in her pussy and she started crying:"jor se chodo,aur jor se,aur jaldi jaldi chodo." While this fucking was going on, the door of the room opened and there was Deepak standing. Seeing me fuck his sister he lost control on him and shouted: "Madarchod. Tu meri bahen ko chod raha hai.Sale bhosariwale tujhe is liye rakkha tha .Aane de mere maa baap ko tujhe dhakke maar kar nikalenge." I then withdrew my cock from Jyoti's cunt. Jyoti tried to pacify him. She said:"Bhaiya ghussa na karo,mere kahane par hi yeh mujhe chod rahe the. Aisa karo ki badle mein tumVijai(my name) ki gaand maar lo." I then said to him:"theek hai tum meri gaand maar lo magar ya to apne lund aur meri gaand mein achchhi tarah thook laga ke ya achchhi tarah tel laga ke." I gave him a bottle of oil and he then became completely naked and applied oil liberally on his cock and then with his oiled fingers in my ass. Then we assumed the same posture -- Jyoti lying on her back with her legs raised and I over her and I inserted my cock in her cunt and Deepak inserted his cock in my ass. After fucking for some time all the three climaxed together, I shooting my load in Jyoti's bur (choot, cunt) and Deepak shooting his come in my gaand ( ass). Deepak became quite happy in fucking my ass and forgot his anger. Then both Deepak and Jyoti suggested that while their parents were away all of us should sleep together in their parents` king size bed and they also suggested that I should have my meals with them in their dining room till the return of their parents. I then suggested that we should celebrate this occasion by taking beer in the evening to which both Deepak and Jyoti agreed. I then went to market and brought three bottles of beer and snacks. We then sat together in the evening and started drinking beer and eating snacks. When I found that Deepak and Jyoti have become slightly tipsy I broached the subject. I asked Deepak :" Jyoti ki saheliyon ne Jyoti ko kuchh blue films dikhlaaeen theen jismein do ladke ek saath ek hi ladki se sex kar rahe the. Ek ladki ki gaand maar rahaa thaa doosraa uski bur chod rahaa thaa. Jyoti bhi dekhna chaahti hai ki is mein kaisa lagtaa hai. Ek ladka to main hoon aur ek ladke ki aur zaroorat hai. Kya tum apni bahen ko chod doge ya apni bahen ki gaand maar doge?" Deepak replied:"are you in senses?main kaise apni didi ko chod sakta hoon ya unki gaand maar sakta hoon. main unka chhota bhai hoon." I told him that your sister wants to know how it feels to have two cocks simultaneously in cunt and ass. I told her that it will be unwise to bring some outsider for this purpose as he may disgrace Jyoti and your family and so I have suggested you for this purpose. Then I asked Jyoti:"tumhein koi itraaz hai agar Deepak tumhein chode ya tumhari gaand maare?" Jyoti said :"agar Deepak mujhe chodna chahe ya meri gaand maarna chaahe to mujhe kuchh bhi etraz nahin hai." Hearing this Deepak said:"agar didi (elder sister) ko koi itraaz nahin hai to mujha bhi nahin hai.""Woh agar mujh se chodne ko kaheingi to main unko chod doonga, agar gaand maarne ke liye kaheingi to main unki gaand maar doonga." Thereafter after dinner we all retired to the king size bed. We all became stark naked for the fucking. Jyoti lay on her back on the bed and both I and Deepak started sucking her nipples-- I left nipple, Deepak right nipple. This made her very horny and passionate and excited and her pussy became very wet. Our cocks also became fully erect and hard like rods. I then lay on my back and asked Jyoti to straddle on my cock which she did and my cock was fully impaled in her cunt and her ass was raised. I then asked Deepak to apply oil on his cock and in Jyoti's ass and then fuck her ass. Jaise tel laga kar meri gaand maari thee usi tarah tel lagaa kar apni bahen ki gaand maaro. He then applied oil on his cock and in his sister`s ass and started fucking her in the ass. We both maintained rhythm in fucking Jyoti`s cunt and ass and found this simultaneous fucking of her cunt and ass very pleasurable. Both I and Deepak felt each others cocks through the thin membrane separating the cunt from the ass. In this fucking Jyoti came several times and both I and Deepak also came together, I cumming in her cunt and Deepak cumming in her ass. Jyoti said that this was the most pleasurable fucking she had so far. Thereafter we all disengaged and kissed each other and slept in each others arms and together. After having fucked her sister in the ass and also having fucked my ass Deepak also had no inhibitions left of any kind. Next day Jyoti said aaj raat main Deepak se chudwaoongi aur Vijai tum Deepak ki gaand maarnaa. So in the night Jyoti lay flat on her back with her legs raised and Deepak lay on her with his dick in her cunt and I came behind Deepak and started fucking him in the ass. After this fucking Deepak said to Jyoti:"Didi tumne mujhe bahenchod bana diya." Jyoti retorted:"bahenchod ban gaye to kya hua mazaa liya ki nahin." Next day we all took our bath together. All of us stark naked standing under the shower .We all rubbed soap on each others` body particularly on boobs (choochiyaan), choot, lund and gaand and since my and Deepak`s cocks were erect and hard and both I and Deepak took Jyoti's tits in our mouth she also became very excited and wet in her pussy and held our cocks in her hands. I then took her from the front while Deepak took her from the rear and all the three thoroughly enjoyed our sexperience. While the parents of Jyoti were away we indulged in all sorts of sexual games which I may be narrating in the future. As all of us had fucked each other in each others presence and had seen each one of us naked there remained no inhibitions among any of us. Jyoti and her brother Deepak became sex-maniacs and wanted to take full advantage of their parents' absence. They wanted to try every type of sex before their parents could come. Jyoti also met her friends and told her the pleasure she got from double penetration of her pussy and ass at the same time. Her friend Asha became so much curious that she wanted to experience the pleasure of double fucking in cunt and ass at the same time herself. She said to Jyoti: "Mujhe bhi wohi mazaa dilwaao jo tumne liyaa, main bhi dekhna chaahti hun ki bur aur gaand mein ek saath lund ghuswaane mein kya mazaa miltaa hai. Jyoti asked her to try with her male friends or relatives. But Asha said that " main aur kisi se naheen kahoongi. jis se tum ne chudwaya hai aur gaand maraaee hai usi se mujhe bhi chudwaao aur meri gaand marwaao. Magar is shart par ki woh kisi se bhi is baat ki charchaa nahin kareinge."Jyoti told her that she will ask me and her brother and if they are willing and then she will tell her to come. Jyoti then asked me and Deepak: " meri saheli Asha tum dono se ek saath apni bur chudwaanaa aur gaand marwaanaa chaaahati hai jaise ki tum ne mere saath kiya tha agar tum log uski ek saath gaand maarne aur bur chodne ko taiyyar ho to us se kah dein ". Ham donon ne kaha ki ham logon ko kya itraz ho sakta hai jitni saheliyan tumhari aanaa chaahein aayein unhein niraash nahin hone deinge. Jyoti then said that there is one condition that neither of you will tell about this fucking to any body. Both of us agreed to this also and promised that apart from the three of us and Asha no one else will know of it. Then I said to Jyoti when your friend will come then we shall see but what about just now. I said you have taken our cocks in your cunt and in your ass but you have not taken it in your mouth. Dont you want to try oral sex. She said I will suck your cock today and swallow all its juice but after we have our lunch when we are free. After our lunch Jyoti asked both me and Deepak to remove all our clothes and so both I and Deepak became fully naked. Then she also removed all her clothes and she also became naked like us. Jyoti then lay straight on her back on the bed and asked me to lie over her without putting my full weight on her in such manner that my lund (cock) comes in her mouth and her choot ( cunt) is below my mouth . Then Jyoti took my cock in her mouth and started sucking it and asked me to fuck her cunt with my tongue and also suck her clit. After about ten minutes I discharged my cum in her mouth and she also discharged her pussy juice in my mouth and because of sucking her clit she came very forcefully. Then I withdrew and then she asked Deepak to lie straight on her back and she lay over him in such a manner that her mouth was over his lund (cock) and her choot (cunt) was over his mouth. She started sucking his cock and Deepak started fucking her cunt with his tongue. After some time Deepak said he was coming and shot his load in Jyoti's mouth. Jyoti also enjoyed her tongue-fucking. Thereafter our afternoon sex-session was over. In the evening after the tea Jyoti suggested that all of us should masturbate in the presence of each other. So I and Deepak took our cocks in our fists and started stroking our cocks vigorously. Jyoti started rubbing her clitoris vigorously. First I came and shot my load then Deepak came and he shot his load lastly Jyoti came uttering sounds of great pleasure. In the night when we lay on the king-size bed we engaged in a threesome in which I fucked Jyoti in her cunt while Jyoti sucked the cock of her brother and swallowed his cum. I came in her choot (bur,cunt) and Jyoti also had several orgasms. Then all of us slept and had a very sound sleep. Next morning Jyoti telephoned Asha to come in the afternoon if she was interested in double fucking and she said that she will come around 2.00 p.m. Meanwhile we indulged in other sexual activities. After the departure of Mr. and Mrs. Mathur I, Jyoti and Deepak started bathing naked together and so we went for bathing and I applied soap on the choochiyan (tits) of Jyoti while Deepak applied soap on the bur and gaand of Jyoti and Jyoti applied soap on the lunds of mine and Deepak. I started sucking on Jyoti's right choochi and Deepak started sucking her left choochi. Jyoti caught hold of my lund and the lund of Deepak and started stroking the lunds vigorously and both of us came in no time. Then she asked Deepak to fuck her choot with his tongue and she also came in no time. After taking our lunch we were waiting for Asha to come and Asha came exactly at 2.00 p.m. Then Jyoti asked everybody to remove their clothes and so all of us including Asha became naked. Jyoti also brought Vaseline and oil. Then Jyoti asked Asha to lie down on the bed on her back. I was told to suck Asha's right nipple and Deepak her left nipple while Jyoti started licking her cunt then she started fucking her cunt with her tongue and also sucking her clit. The combined effect of this was that Asha started uttering: bahut maza aa rahaa hai .ab mujhe laude se chodo aur meri gaand maaro. Then Jyoti asked me to lie on my back and asked Asha to lay on me face down inserting my cock in her cunt. Then she asked Deepak to come behind Asha's ass and after applying Vaseline in Asha's gaand with his fingers and applying oil on his lund fuck Asha's gaand. Asha enjoyed her double fucking of her choot and gaand as Jyoti herself had enjoyed. I came in her choot and Deepak came in her gaand. Asha also came several times. She said she will like this to be repeated and wanted to go but Jyoti said to her that all of you have reached climax but I am still unsatisfied so you fuck my choot with your tongue and also suck my clit and Vijay and Deepak will suck my choochiyan. Combined pleasure of sucking and fucking made her mad and she came very powerfully. Then Asha left. In the evening Asha's brother Shekhar came and introduced us that he was Shekhar and was Asha's brother and has come to invite me and Deepak for dinner today and we should reach at his friend's residence at 7.00 p.m. We told Jyoti about it. I and Deepak reached Shekhar's friend's residence at 7.00 p.m. There we were greeted by Shekhar and his three friends very warmly. Then whisky was served and all of us took whisky with soda and every thing was fine. Then dinner was served and it was also very good. Thereafter I and Deepak asked for permission from Shekhar to leave but before Shekhar could speak one of his friends came and said: jis kaam ke liye bulaayaa tha woh to abhi hua hi nahin abhi kaise jaa rahe ho. Then he started abusing us: madarchod bhosadiwale tum is ki bahen ki bur chodo uski gaand maaro aur hum tumhein aise hi jaane dein. tum donon ki ham chaaro log gaand maareinge aur apna laudaa chuswaayeinge. Then he called his other friends and said: in bhosadiwalon haraameeon ko kamre me le ja kar nangaa kar do. Then two of their friends came and forcibly took us in a room and started removing our clothes. As they were four and we were only two it was no use struggling so we removed our clothes and became naked. Then all the four came and removed their pants and shirts and underwear. Two came to me and two went to Deepak. Then one of the two applied Vaseline in my gaand (ass) and on his lund (cock) and inserted his lund in my gaand and the other person inserted his lund in my mouth for sucking. The same thing happened with Deepak. Before either could come in my mouth or ass both changed positions and now the other fellow started fucking my gaand and the person who was fucking my gaand inserted his lund in my mouth and I had to suck his lund. This time both of them came and discharged their cum in my ass and in my mouth and I had to taste it and swallow it. Exactly same thing happened with Deepak and it became obvious that it was a pre-planned affair. Then the fellow who had abused us said: ab bhosariwalon tum jaa sakte ho. Then we put on our clothes and left and came back. On coming Jyoti asked how was the dinner then I told us every thing that had happened and added ham donon apni gaand marwaakar aur unke laude choos kar aa rahe hain. Hearing our pathetic tale Jyoti rang up Asha and asked her how his brother could know about your double fucking and also told her what his brother did with me and Deepak. Asha said that she had told her friend Mala about it and she may have told it to her brother kyon ki woh apne bhai se chudwaati rahti hai and his brother may have told Shekhar. She felt sorry and said that she will send her brother to apologise. Next morning about 11.00 a.m. Shekhar came and apologised. He said mujh se badi galti ho gayee main apne dost ke kahane mein aa gayaa thaa mujhe maaf kar do. I said ki jis tarah tum ne meri aur Deepak ki gaand maari aur laudaa chuswaayaa usi tarah ham donon bhi pahle tumhari gaand maareinge aur laudaa chuswaayeinge. Then he himself removed his clothes and first Deepak fucked his ass and I gave him my dick to suck and then before either of us could come changed our positions and I started fucking his ass and Deepak gave him his dick to suck. I came in his ass and Deepak came in his mouth and he swallowed the come. Jyoti saw all this without Shekhar knowing it. Maine Shekhar se kaha ki apne teenon doston ki jinhone us din meri aur Deepak ki gaand maari thi unki gaand marwaado to ham donon achchhe dost ho jaayeinge. Usne kahaa ki ham ek ek kar ke teenon ko le aayeinge aap unki gaand maar leejiyega. Then I told Jyoti ki tumhari saheli ki chudai hamein badi mahengi padi. ab tumhari kisi saheli ko nahin chodeinge. Ab kewal tumhein hi chodoongaa aur tumhari aur Deepak ki hi gaand maaroongaa. Before Shekhar left I again reminded him to bring his three friends who had fucked me and Deepak in the ass and had inserted their cocks in our mouths for sucking so that we may take our revenge by doing the same with them. He said he will send Ashok who had used abusive language today at 7.00 p.m. and Shashikant tomorrow morning at 11.00 and Shankar tomorrow at 7.00 p.m. Then he left. At 2.00 p.m. Asha came and I asked her: do you know what your brother did yesterday? She said that Jyoti had told her every thing. Then I asked her that knowing every thing how have you come. She said that on the last occasion I had told you that I will like the fucking to be repeated so I have come. I said that after the previous experience of the treatment I got for fucking you I have no guts to repeat. Then Asha said tum hamaari gaand maarte ho to main to buraa nahin maanti agar tumhari gaand maar di gayee to itnaa buraa maanne ki kya baat hai. Maine kahaa ki agar tumhein koi dinner par bulaaye aur phir dinner ke baad tumhein gaaliyan de aur tumhein zabardasti chodde tab tumhein kaisa lagega. Ham logon ko bhi dinner par bulaaya tha gaand marwaane ke liye to bulaaya nahin thaa phir dinner ke baad hamein gaaliyan deen kahaa madarchod bhosadiwale haraami inhein nanga karo hum inki gaand maareinge aur inhein apna laudaa chusaayeinge. Kya yeh theek tha? Asha said this was not right on their part magar isee liye mere bhai ne tum dono se apni gaand marwaali aur tum donon ka lund bhi choosaa aur apne doston ko bhi bhejegaa ki tum donon unki gaand maar lenaa aur apne laudon ko chusaa lenaa. Ashok jisne tumhein gaali di thi use aaj shaam ko bhejegaa aur Shashikant ko kal subah 11 baje aur Shankar ko kal shaam ko 7.00 baje. Then Asha said let us now begin our chudai. On this Jyoti said that in her opinion it will be better that Asha calls Shekhar, her brother and every thing is done with him participating then he cannot complain to any one. Jyoti said main usse chudwa loongi, usse gaand bhi maraaloongi aur uska laura bhi choos loongi. Vijay aur Deepak tumhari bur chodlein aur gaand maarlein uske saamne. Usse poonchh leinge ki use koi aapatti hai is mein. Asha phoned to Deepak to come then he asked her if they want to fuck his ass again. Then Asha told her that there is nothing like this and you will like what we have decided together. Within few minutes Shekhar came and then Asha explained to him that you will fuck Jyoti both in her cunt and in her ass and she will also suck your cock while Vijay will fuck my ass and Deepak will fuck my cunt at the same time. Shekhar said jab tum pahle se hi in donon se chudwa chuki ho aur gand bhi marwaa chuki ho to dubara chudwane aur gand maraane men mujhe kya aapatti ho sakti hai. Main Jyoti ki bur chodungaa aur unki gand bhi maaroonga aur apna lund bhi unhein chuswaoonga. Then Jyoti said when Shekhar has no objection then let us not waste any more time and start removing our clothes. So all of us stripped our clothes and became naked. Jyoti first lay on her back and asked me to suck her left choochi and asked Asha to suck her right choochi and asked Shekhar to tongue-fuck her choot and also suck her clit. The combined effect of this was that Jyoti started crying:" Shekhar ab mujhe apne lund se chodo." Then Shekhar withdrew his tongue from her choot and inserted his lund in Jyoti`s choot aur dhakke lagaane laga. Jyoti boli aur kas kas ke aur jor jor se dhakke lagao. Shekhar phir Jyoti ko jor jor se aur jaldi-jaldi apne laure se Jyoti ki bur chodne laga. Thodi der baad Jyoti boli ki ab main jhar rahi hun and she calmed down. Shekhar also came and erupted his cum in Jyoti`s bur. Asha then also asked me and Deepak to suck her choochis. And both me and Deepak took one choochi in our mouths and then Deepak licked and sucked her choot and clit then when she became very passionate asked Deepak to lie down then she came over him and inserted his lund in her choot and started fucking Deepak and told me ki ab meri gand maaro. I came behind her and applied vaseline in her gand and on my lund and I then inserted my lund in her gand and started fucking her ass. After some time all of us came together I shot my load in Asha`s ass and Deepak shot his load in Asha`s cunt. After lying for some more time we disengaged from Asha. Jyoti then asked Shekhar: are you ready for the second round to fuck my ass. Shekhar showed his cock to Jyoti and said see this is again standing like a pole. Jyoti then lay on her stomach with her ass raised and asked Shekhar to fuck her ass. She asked me to give Shekhar vaseline to apply it in her ass and on his cock. As directed Shekhar applied vaseline in Jyoti`s ass and on his cock and then inserted his cock in Jyoti`s ass and started fucking her ass. Jyoti started crying jor jor se poora laudaa ghuserdo aur kas kaske dhakke lagaao. In a short time Shekhar discharged his come in Jyoti`s ass. Jyoti also came. Both enjoyed the ass-fucking. After some time Jyoti asked Shekhar if you want your cock sucked. Shekhar said he is now exhausted and let it be tomorrow if all agree. We all were really exhausted and said let it be tomorrow. Then Asha and Shekhar left. We all then felt like taking rest and slept for some time. At 7.00 p.m. Ashok came and started speaking in the same language: bhosariwale kaise yaad kiya. I said : tumse gaand marwaane mein kal itnaa mazaa aayaa ki ichcchaa hui ki aaj bhi tum se gaand maraayein. Ashok said theek hai abhi tumhari gaand maar dete hain. phir bola kahan hai woh madarchod Deepak lage haath uski bhi gaand maar dein. I asked him to go to my bed room and remove clothes and I am coming with Deepak. When I and Deepak entered the bed room he had removed all his clothes and was standing naked. After entering the bed room we also stripped naked. Then I said to Ashok: Madarchod hum logon ki gaand maarnaa bhool jaao.aaj hum log tumhari gaand maareinge aur apna lund bhi chuswaayeinge. Bhosadiwale agar heela hawaalaa kiya to tera lund kaat daaleinge. ab chup chaap aundhe let ja aur Deepak ka lund choos. Seeing our temper and mood Ashok did not say any thing and lay down on bed on his stomach. Deepak inserted his cock in his mouth. I came behind him and after lubricating his ass with vaseline started fucking his ass and asked him: kaho bhosadiwale kaisaa lag rahaa hai. But he kept quiet. I came in his ass and Deepak came in his mouth. I then asked Deepak to fuck his ass but he said he is exhausted and so will not fuck him. I then told him that we have taken our revenge of yesterday and he can go now. He then felt highly disgraced and left. Next morning Shashikank came at 11.00 a.m. we took him to our bed room and told him that day before yesterday you had fucked our ass and got your cock sucked so we are going to do the same with you. If you will not allow us to do then we will cut your cock. We also told him that we have already fucked Ashok`s ass and made him suck Deepak`s dick. Then he abandoned all his idea to protest and said all right do what you like. I then asked him to remove all his clothes and become naked .We also removed all our clothes and became naked. Since he had fucked Deepak, Deepak wanted to fuck him. So Deepak fucked his ass and I got my cock sucked by him. Before I could discharge I asked Deepak to let me also fuck him and when Deepak had come in his ass I came behind him and inserted my cock in Shashikant`s ass and discharged my load in his ass. Then I said to him that we have taken our revenge of day before yesterday and now we are friends. He then left saying o.k. In the afternoon Asha and her brother Shekhar came. I thanked Shekhar for sending Ashok and Shashikank. I told him that Ashok aur Shashikant dono aaye the hum logon ne unki gaand maarli aur lund bhi chusaa diya. Bas ab Shankar rah gayaa hai uski aur gand maar lein maamlaa khatam ho jaaye. Shekhar said: Woh bhi aaj shaam ko aajaayega. Us ne kaha hai ki zaroor aayegaa. Then Jyoti said let us begin our sexual activities. She said today we will first have sucking session. I will suck Shekhar`s cock and Asha will lick and suck my cunt and clit. Vijay and Deepak will suck each other`s cock lying in 69 position. So we all freed ourselves from our clothes and on one side of the bed Jyoti lay and took Shekhar`s cock in her mouth. Asha started sucking Jyoti`s clit and licking her cunt. I and Deepak started sixty-nining. I lay on my back and Deepak over me with his cock in my mouth and I took Deepak`s cock in my mouth and both began sucking each other`s cock. After a short while all of us came in shuddering orgasms. I shot load in Deepak`s mouth. Deepak discharged his cum in my mouth and both of us swallowed the come. Shekhar came in Jyoti`s mouth while Jyoti`s cunt juices were swallowed by Asha. Since Asha had not come Jyoti asked Shekhar to lick and suck Asha`s cunt and clit. In a short while Asha also came and her pussy juices were swallowed by Shekhar. After taking some rest Jyoti suggested we should now have a masturbation session. Deepak was to masturbate Shekhar, Shekhar was to masturbate me I was to masturbate Jyoti and Jyoti was to masturbate Asha and Asha was to masturbate Deepak. So we all sat in a circle. Deepak fisting Shekhar`s cock , Shekhar fisting my cock , I rubbing Jyoti`s clit, Jyoti rubbing Asha`s clit and Asha fisting Deepak`s cock. Then we began slow stroking then vigorous stroking / rubbing of cocks and clits and after some time all of us came and felt exhauted. So all of us lay down for rest. Asha and Shekhar said that they also felt exhausted and wanted to leave and saying that they will also come again tomorrow for enjoying sex. We three fell into sleep and awoke at 5.00 p.m. Then we had our evening tea and snacks and talked on various subjects with each other. Jyoti jokingly said 7 baje Shankar aa jaayega tum log uski gand maar paaoge? I said: kyon nahin abhi ham log jawaan hain tab tak ham logon ke lund phir se khade ho jaayeinge.gand to uski maarni hi hai. bina uski gand maare chain kahan. At 7 p.m. Shankar came. I and Deepak took him to my bedroom. Shankar asked : Kyon bulaya hai. I said: parson tum ne meri gand maari thee aaj main tumhari gand maaroonga. Then he said : tumhaare jaise bhosariwale bahut dekh liye. main gand maarta hun gand maraataa nahin hun. I then also abused him saying: tumhari ma ka bhosada, tumhari bahen ki bur.madarchod aaj to teri gaand maari hi jaayegi. Zyada bak bak karoge to tumhara laudaa kaat daalenge phir gaand marwaane ke alaawaa tumhaare paas koi raasta nahin bachegaa. Ashok aur Shashikant to apni gand maraakar chale gaye ab kewal tumhin bache ho. Hearing this he cooled down and asked : Kya waqai tum logon ne Ashok aur Shashikant ki gand maar di. I said: unse poochh lena ham jhooth kyon boleinge. Then he made no resitance and said meri bhi gand maar lo aur apna badla le lo. Then we removed all the clothes of Shankar and our clothes. I ask Shankar to lie on his stomach with his ass raised. I then applied vaseline and lubricated his gand and also applied vaseline on my lund and then inserted my lund in Shankar`s gand. Deepak came towards Shankar`s mouth and inserted his lund in Shankar`s mouth. After fucking Shankar`s ass for quite some time I discharged my cum in Shankar`s ass and Deepak also discharged his cum in Shankar`s mouth. I then asked Deepak : tumhein Shankar ki gand maarna ho to aajaao aur maarlo uski gand. But Deepak said: main ab tak kaafi thak gayaa hun is liye gand maarne ki meri koi ichchha nahin hai. I then said to Shankar: hamaaraa badla poora hogaya ab tum jaa sakte ho. ab hum log dost bhi ban sakte hain. usne kaha ki aaj se hum log dost hue aur chalaa gayaa. _________________

I am from Bangalore. This experience happened in the work place along with my co-worker. Her name is priya. She is a senior software programmer working/developing in the same institue. There were 2 other male teachers and 3 female teachers in it. She is married but with no kids and must be around 29 years of age with a milky white complexion. Her hands are so smooth and milky and her face is always fresh and everytime I go closer, I can get some fresh smell from her body. She is little bit on the bulkier side with heavy ass with nice foldings on her hips. She is somewhat shorter than me and comes to work either in saree or chudidhar. Her bra will be usually visible on her shoulders (comes out of the jacket) and she adjusts it every now and then to hide it inside. Her boobs are heavy too and the roundness of the boobs is one heck of a sight to watch. We usually sit on a dining table well inside the office to take tea during break times. And she has a tendency to keep her left hand above the table. Everytime I sit on her left side, I can see the nice & round globes from the left and also the snowy white, soft hips with foldings. Sometimes she keeps the hand above the table and writes something. She even sleeps (rather takes rest) in that position itself. I take every opportunity during that timings to watch those treasures. Her boobs will be pointing downwards and the full roundness will be visible. Her left side hip upto the mid portion of her tummy will also be visible. Her navel will be visible if she is standing and that too if we look really well. She doesn't wear below navel or anything but may be right on the edge. For guys like me who knows how to explore every inch of an adult woman, these things are pretty easy to identify. I often feel like feeling those globes preventing it from falling down due to gravity. Since she is senior to me, I can ask her anything related with her subject and she explains them to me in her sweet voice. She doesn't hesitate asking me for any help in my subject as well. We have a lab full of computers for students and 5 class rooms with computers too. Ours is a growing institute, so we don't have a full load of students all the time. There will be plenty only after 5 pm until 9 pm but a few during the day time. In one of those days, she was working in her computers in the lab and I went and approached her for a question. I purposefully go to her left side, since not much I can see from the right side. "Hi priya, are you in the middle of something?" I asked "Not much." she stopped typing and looked at me "Do you need anything?" "I can't seem to find an output for this query." I extended my notebook and shown her the query. She must have noticed something strange in my pants and with that face looked at me and said, "Your pants..!! Your zip..!!! is not locked." "OOPS!" I said, "I am so sorry." I just stood there itself and in one swift motion zipped it. She just turned and pretended to look somewhere. I even felt so embarrassed for doing this. I promise you guys I did not plan this. It was really an accident that I went there like that. "That's ok. It happens." She smiled and told not to make this a big deal. I apologized her again and we concentrated on the question. As she started running that query in her computer, my eyes were all over her again and naturally my cock has started growing from its normal size. I thought to myself what would have happened if I sat there unzipped with stiffened cock. She probably would have seen my underwear with stiff cock. I smiled within myself and thought what would have happened if I didn't wear underwear. Man..I cursed myself for my day dreaming and started listening to her. The very next day when I walked thru the lab, I saw her crossing me. We smiled as we crossed, and right at the last moment, I saw her eyes right on my tool. She didn't see I was noticing her as I saw straight and then looked at her without turning my face. I laughed within myself thinking that she must be checking if I am unzipped again. For quite sometime after that, several times when we crossed, un-intentionally her eyes will go there and immediately will look somewhere. I didn't ask anything or joked anything about that to her but since she keeps noticing involuntarily, however I was getting really turned on. I started coming to work without my underwear from that day and we usually have to wear format pants. If I get turned on, I am sure my bulge will be visible to anyone. So, I had to be careful while I have students or other staff with me. But there is no reason for me to get turned on other than she being present, so I stopped worrying about that. It worked well for few days and I didn't have any problem with that. So, I continued coming to work without wearing underwear. And everytime I am working with her, my bulge will be visible over the pants. And I can easily tell from her facial reactions and stammering voices that she keeps looking at my bulge every now and then. I keep my keyboard over the lap so even if someone comes I can hide it with my keyboard. She is more of a naturally spoken, soft-natured, no-fight, no-harm lady. She must have found little bit odd or may be scared about my recent behaviours, which I can notice from her change of behaviours. She started maintaining some kinda distance from me and when I ask her something by approching her, she answers them without even looking at me, just by looking at the monitor (as if concentrating on her work). Her fear has given somewhat advantage to me and I never hesitated shown my bulge only infront of her. I wasn't worried about her reporting about this to the management because I was pretty damn sure that she won't do it. Even if she wants to tell the boss, what can she say? --that this guy is always showing his bulge to me-- I guess everyone will be laughing at her. However she pretected herself from me by simply ignoring me and avoiding any physical contacts or even nearness. In one of those days, I was sitting in the break room and having my tea. She was sitting opposite to me and sipping her tea with her eyes on the book. Just the looks of her body and the sexyness turns me on. I slid my hand underneath & quietly unzipped my pant and took my cock out. My cock was rock hard and standing perpendicular like a pole. No one walking by, can see me in that position, unless they bent down the dining table and look. I don't think anyone is going to do that. Confirming no one is around, I asked her, "Do you have the lab exercise papers for VB 5.0?" "Sure I do." with her usual look on the book and replied. "Can you give it to me so that I can take a copy of it and give it back to you?" "Where is yours?" "I didn't realize my students would need it today. I kept mine at home." "Ok..but be sure to return it now..I need it too." "Sure." She took her copy of the excercise papers from the file and started giving it to me one by one. After getting the first two papers from her, I slipped in the those papers in between the partitions of the wooden dining table without her knowledge and they fell underneath the table. "Oops!" I said as if being sorry. She meanwhile without saying anything just bent down the table and started collecting those. I was just waiting for this to happen. I just expanded my legs and since I took my cock out completely, she can now see the entire length of the perpendicular shaft. "Wow!" I thought to myself.."Come on baby! Take a look." I slightly slid down as if trying to help, bent more in the same sitting position. I can now see her underneath trying to reach out for one of those papers on my side. Now, I slid down with my erect cock, reached for the paper and took it. She from underneath itself, looked at the huge pole and looked at me in the eyes. There was only a few inches of spaces between us (if you can imagine the situation) and I can clearly see her becoming really nervous as if hit by a 1000 volts of electric shock. She got up with that face and sweating a bit. I extended my hand casually as if nothing happened and hiding my expressions entirely. I didn't know what was running thru her mind. She simply handed it and in one quick motion, without even looking at me, cleared that place. I was laughing to myself and stroke my hardened cock for 2,3 times and zipped it in. I didn't know if that was the right move with her. But she is the one who started it. Had she not kept looking at me there, I wouldn't have gotten the urge to show my bulge and ultimately the whole naked cock. It's all her fault. I had atleast some hope in the very deepest part of my mind that this chick would definitely fall to me some day or other. I never get tired of trying. In one of those days, my boss came to the office with her daughter Mansi, who was around 15 yrs of age and introduced her to all of us. I wasn't sure what grade she was studying then, but I couldn't believe when she said she was in her 8th grade when she told. The reason is she didn't look like it. She really looks well developed, fair-colored with developing tender buds, a cute ass & and nice long legs. Whenever she comes to work, she wears a knee high skirt and a t-shirt. The short skirt is above her knees & would be revealing her inner thighs a lot and the t- shirt will slightly project those tender rosy buds as well. My boss specifically told me to teach her all the basics about computers whenever she is there and when I have free time. She became nice and friendly with me within 2 days. She started playing pranks & other activities with me including punching me in the hands, pinching my thighs & cheeks & sometimes hitting me too. My boss never used to care about anything nor had the time to look after those things. She has been a quick learner in everything but she had more interests in playing games than learning. I taught her how to play the game Dave (the arcade game that has 10 levels). I have completed all the 10 levels and when she saw me playing once, she got completely mad after the game. After that, she never leaves me for anything. As soon as she comes, she calls my name loudly in the lab and takes me to one of the class rooms. I never miss the opprtunity to keep my hands in her hips or thighs, or gently pinch her in the cheeks, rub her smooth hands etc., I learnt in quick time that this young girl is playful with a carefree attitude who doesn't know anything about sex, but wouldn't mind trying it or being tried. So, everytime she comes and stand near to me (while I am sitting infront of my computer), I keep one of my hands behind her & she puts one of her hands around my shoulder. I gently pull her closer to me by caressing her back and also keep my hands on her cute ass. I gently rub her ass cheeks, while she watches my computer. This has been going on for a while. The class room is a single room fitted with a/c and a table with a computer. The computer table is well inside the room & facing the entrance of the room. We sit behind the monitor facing the entrance so I can see if anyone is entering. Due to a/c, the glass door will be locked. The glass door is in such a way that we can see people outside, but they can't see from outside. That afternoon, there was no class for me and I was sitting bored. I could see that Priya is getting bored too. I wasn't talking to her for quite some time after *that* incident unless there is some work- related issue. However I noticed lately that she seemed to recover from that and trying to talk to me normally and started smiling at me. Mansi was in her summer holidays as well and so she was coming to our office almost everyday. As soon as she entered the lab, she just grabs my hand and pulls me to go to the class room. I turned and looked at Priya as I got up and she was looking at us too. As usual we both were inside the class room and started the game. If anyone comes, I will as usual change it to something else & she knows that too. She really liked me very much and we share lots of tiny secrets & gossips between us too (like what other students or staff are talking & what her dad used to talk about me etc.,). That day, she was playing sitting on her chair (on my right) and asked me to clear one of the hurdles in the game. I went behind her and with the keyboard on her hand, I helped her to cross the level. I was holding her fingers & held my other had on her left shoulder. I intentionally brushed her boobs with the back of my palm to find out how big they are. Those weren't smaller as I imagined and I could feel the developed tender projections over the soft t-shirt.After somtime, she stood up and kept the keyboard in the table and started playing by slightly bending forward in the standing position (now the ass is projecting backwards). I was sitting closer to her and watching her playing and simultaneously watching her cute ass and also the smooth thighs. Her lower hips were slightly brushing my right shoulder and if I lean back a little, I can clearly see her inner thighs inside her skirt and the bottom of her cute ass. "I am operating the keys faster. It's easy for me playing in this standing position." "Sure will be. Your daddy is going to question you one day about what you have learnt so far." She laughed and said "I will tell him, so far you have only taught me 5 levels of dave." "Then he will kick me out of here." "Hehe..good good..Thats what I want." She laughed again and slightly pinched my cheeks. "I won't teach you next level then. I am going to delete this game from the computer." "Come on..I was just joking." she pinched me gently again and continued "hmm..help me with this level." I could see her losing 2 lives for shooting a monster. I moved closer in my sitting position & gently extended my hands around her ass and operated on the keyboard infront of her. She stood up erect infront of me (without hiding the monitor) & now my face was brushing her hips & feeling the warmness. My hand was slightly pressing those soft ass cheeks over her flimsy skirt. "Here ya go! Don't lose another life. Then we have to start all over again." I handed it to her and when I took my hands from there, I gently caressed her ass cheeks with my palm on the way. What a soft & cute butt cheek she has! I kept my hands there for sometime & she was in full concentration of the game. She bent again making her butt project backwards. I leaned back every now and then (and also making sure no one is outside) to see inside her skirt. She had a rose colored panty over her pinkish ass cheeks. And now, I was getting really turned on by the situation. And my little master was becoming big inside the pants with no underwear. Every now and then, when she makes any mistakes in the game, I started gently pinching on her ass cheeks. My hands will continue to remain there even after pinching. "Sss..it's paining" she cried and rubbed her ass cheeks with her left hand."Ok. I will make it less painful hereafter." saying that I rubbed her ass cheeks as if helping her. Slowly I kept my fingers in the partition of the ass cheeks and sligtly gripped one side of the ass cheek. It was really soft & warm. Every now and then, I gently separated the partition with my fingers and felt down in the middle with my fingers. I purposefully dropped a pen and while I bent down to get it, I kept my face over the ass cheeks and felt them in my lips. Slowly, it didn't take much time for me to keep my hands in the back of her bare thighs too. The thighs were reallllyy smooth & warm. I also kept talking with her (rather directing her moves on the game) every now and then making sure that my interest too is on the game she is playing. I gripped her thighs gently (as if trying to warn her) whenever she closely escapes from one of the hurdles in the game. By now, I was freely caressing both her thighs and kept raising towards her bare ass cheeks. I was really closer to her in such a way that her short t-shirt revealed a small gap between the hip area as well. As I was inclined to her, my right side portion of the face was feeling the gap between the t-shirt and the skirt. Now my hand was perfectly on top of her ass cheeks and I gently placed it over her panty. It was just then we heard a knock on the door and immediately followed by the opening of it. It was Priya! "What are you guys doing?" She asked by standing at the entrace. I slowly took my hands from inside Mansi's ass. Meanwhile Mansi pinched and asked me to close the game. I signalled her it's ok. "Do you want to see what we are doing?" I asked Priya smilingly. She entered inside without replying, closed the door and came behind us. "So, this is what you guys have been so far instead of learning?" "Priya aunty! Don't tell anyone. This game is really nice. Do you want to play too?"-Mansi. "I don't want to play. And you.." She turned to me and said "Why are you spoiling a small kid?" I replied "She only wanted. Moreover she has learnt what she needs to know. Thats why I thought of spending some time in games too." "Ok..whatever! The reason I came here is to tell you that our boss called now and said that we both have to go to a training program in the main branch starting next week." "Next week! What time? And for how many days?" "It's for 3 days from next Monday. And it's from 9 to 5 pm." "Ok. Fine with me. What about you?" "I don't know. What do you mean?" "I mean if it is ok for you to go to the training with me?" I asked her with a hint of smile. "I guess so." She replied with a smile too. I thought to myself that this is going to be fun to spend some alone time with her. Of course, there are going to be some other guys from some other companies as well, but I would be the only one familiar to her. So, she needs to interact with me and me only. I was delighted more. But from her smile and the recent behaviour over the past few days, I found that she has been missing my company with her. I could feel that she is sort of jealous about me spending more time with boss's daughter rather than interacting with her. But why is she running away everytime she sees my bulge or naked cock? Why is she ignoring me? I then thought to myself that may be she was some sort of nervous or may be scared. I couldn't come to any conclusion by then, but couldn't wait for the next week as well. Priya, during her presence inside didn't fail to notice my bulge again with her wandering eyes. This time, it's not because of her. She probably would be wondering why is his cock erect now. She could have easily guessed that this guy has not only been playing games but also playing with this young & innocent girl too. She stood there for sometime and watched Mansi's playing by standing behind her chair. I was sitting with my bulged cock & couldn't guess where she was looking then, since she was standing behind us. She left after few minutes saying that she soon has a class to take. I looked at her eyes when she closed the door and she looked at me too and closed. "Huhhhh!" sighed Mansi with a relief and asked me "Why didn't you close the game when she entered?""That's ok. She won't tell anyone.""How can you be so sure? What if she tells to my dad?"I thought to myself that she won't. If she would, then she would have told a lot of other things as well. But she hasn't."Don't worry. I know she won't." She continued playing & I placed by hands and gently squeezed both her ass cheeks. I drew my chair more closer to her and gently lifted her skirt by caressing her bare thighs. This time, it didn't take much time to keep my hands over her ass cheeks. I ran my hand & rubbed smoothly over the panty covered butt cheeks and ran my finger thru the middle intersection. I then slowly inserted my hands thru the sides of panty and inserted it completely. Her bare ass cheeks were completely full in my hand and I started massaging it slowly. What a cute, firm ass cheeks they are! I then flipped the sides of the panty and slowly brought the sides of the panty to the middle (just like a bikini). Now, both her ass cheeks were clearly free as if she is not wearing any panty. I continued caressing and gently squeezed them every now and then. It felt really warm and smooth down there. I ran my fingers down in the intersection and felt the warmness in her crack too. I just wanted to pull her panty right off and feel the smooth ass cheeks with my lips. Kissing & gentle biting of an young & cute ass cheeks is a real turn on for me. But I just waited for the right time and opportunity. I knew for sure that I can accomplish my desires within a matter of few days.After few minutes of caressing those fresh, smooth ass cheeks, my desire towards seeing them increased tremendously. My cock was also becoming rock hard and I desparately wanted a release too. So, by gently caressing her ass cheeks, I gently lifted her skirt with the same hand. I slid back a little and took a closer view. Wow! What I saw was terrific. Her ass cheeks were slightly reddish (combined with a milky whiteness) & was really smooth. And since I had moved the panty towards the middle, her projected ass which is almost naked, looked cuter than ever. With my hand still operating on the ass cheeks, using my other hand, I dropped some coins from my shirt pocket. She turned back and smiled at me saying "oh..you dropped something again! Come on..take it." and contiuned her playing. I smiled and gave a little more pressure in her ass cheeks and squeezed them a little. Then, I bent down & collected those coins. And when I got up, I gently brushed my lips starting from the upper portion of her thighs and ended perfectly on one of her ass cheeks. The monitor on the table is clearly covering me & even if someone enters suddenly I can get up as if collecting the coins. Now I used both my hands to keep her mini skirt raised upto her hips and placed a perfect kiss on one of her ass cheeks. She meanwhile slightly adjusted herself by moving right infront of me. I kept my face right over her ass and kept brushing with my lips over the warm ass and started gently kissing. I kept increasing my pressure with my lips and gently licked and bite those tender cheeks with my lips. The softness was amazing. I gently pulled her panty down and saw the entire ass and kissed it completely down the middle & extended my lips all over. And there again, there was another knock on the door followed by a quick opening. I immediately got up and pulled the skirt down. And Mansi adjusted & stood straight. It was Priya again. "What happened? No class for you now?" I asked her. "huhh..!" replied with a sigh.."No.. It's just was for one student and he didn't show up today." "Did he call?" "Yeah..he did. He said he has some college exam tomorrow & he needs to prepare for that. Do you mind if I come in and sit here with you guys?" "Absolutely not. Come on in. She is almost finishing 6th level." "Oh..I see!" She locked the door and pulled another chair from the student's side. She sat right next to Mansi on her right. "Geetha aunty! You won't tell my dad ..right?" "No ma. I won't. You have fun. I am just going to read my book." She turned and looked at me in a meaningful way and smiled. I asked "What happened? You seem a little tired." "hmmm..May be! I am just bored." "But I can see from your eyes that you are tired." "That might be becoz I didn't sleep well last night. And I am feeling sleepy now. Afternoons are always like that." I wanted to ask why she didn't sleep well last night but decided not to. "Just lie down with your hands on the table & also with a book on your lap. If anyone comes, I will wake you up." She again smiled at me in a meaningful way and did what I told her to. She held her head sidewards with both her hands above the table and was facing me. She had her eyes opened and was looking at me every now and then. Her saree wasn't enough to cover her left side boobs hanging down and also her velvette smooth hips and tummy. I just got double turned on. I continued watching her and the game simultaneously & pulled closer to Mansi again. My cock was tremendously hard by then and was standing perpendicular like a pole over my pants. I was sure Priya had already noticed it and even now I was pretty sure that she is watching me and my every move with her partially opened eyes. I decided to play a game of my own. I kept my hands over swapn's bare ass by not lifting her skirt and gently started rubbing it. I also kissed her left side hips from the back. Meanwhile, my eyes were clearly on Priya and her exposed assets. The fact that she is watching, turned me on thousand times more. Whenever I kissed Mansi on her back, I looked longingly towards Priya's eyes (as if indicating that I want to kiss her like that). I looked on her breasts over and over again while she is looking at me. She wasn't trying to cover nor trying to expose. She was just lying there with her partially opened eyes & trying to sleep. May be ..she is really sleeping. I can't tell. But I continued my activities hoping that she is watching & getting excited. This was too much for my cock. With my left hand, I started stroking my cock over the pant. Then, I slowly unzipped my pant, I took the cock out. Damn! I was really hot and my cock as if coming out of a jail, just grew into a monster sizeand was as hard and hot as a burning iron rod. I started stroking it with my left hand slowly. I didn't know what I was doing; I was so much turned on and my mind was ready to face any consequence out of this. Priya got up and looked at my face as if wanting to tell me something. I covered my naked cock by extending my shirt out (but still was out of the pants). I gently kept my hand over her hand & pulled my chair little more closer. There wasn't much gap between us. We were whispering with our faces so close to each others (both sitting bent down on the table) and I kept looking at her lips all the time we were talking. I gently ran my fingers over her back, shoulders & fingers. Her left hand were automatically on my thighs and I kept my right hand on her thighs. With her sitting position, her boobs were pointing down, so when I keep my hands on her thighs, my hand touched her big left boobs slightly. And with the back of my palm, I kept brushing her smooth foldded hips. She now asked "What were you doing before?" (still both whispering) I asked her back with a smile "When?" "Just now." "Nothing! We were just playing the game & I was just encouraging and also helping her." "Is that all? I thought I saw something else." There was a i-know-it- all pungent smile on her face. "Tell me what you saw." I wasn't giving up. I wanted her to say it. She didn't reply anything. My mind was on rubbing her thighs and also thinking about how to get my hand over her breast (which is just above it). I kept my face on her left hand & smoothly brushed her bare smooth hands with my face. I looked down and kept my hands on her thighs more and asked "What's this that you are reading?" She looked down at the book on her lap and said "This book is about network programming." I turned few pages in the book by keeping both hands on her thighs and my right elbow was touching her boobs. Her left hand was never moved from my thighs as well. It was as close to touching my nake tool under my shirt. I slightly adjusted myself so that her left hand is more closer to the tool. I gently pulled her hand also towards me more and the book slipped from her lap and fell down. "Sorry" I said. We both bent underneath the table to get it and our heads hit each other. My hand now being pressed by her boobs a little. "Ssss..aaahhh!" she lifted her head with a little pain. "I am so sorry..come here..I will rub your head." She came closer to me with her head down on the table and I gently rubbed the area. I stood up now & now my bare tool (under the shirt) was brushing her left shoulder. "It's ok. I am fine now." And I sat down by holding her hands which is when the tip her fingers brushed against my tool. Wha a feeling! I pretended as if nothing happened and sat down with her hand still on my lap and almost touching the tool. Now I alone bent down to get the book. Since I moved down, her hand adjusted a bit and now was on top of my cock. I held on to her hand gently by preventing her from not moving. I get the book back on her lap by again brushing her boobs with my elbow. I continued turning pages again, becoz in this position my elbow keeps touching her boobs again & again. "I am also reading your book." I told her with my elbows touching her boobs. She in her bent position opened her eyes & replied "hmm..read it and tell me what you've learnt." "It's hard for me to concentrate on reading." "May I ask why?" "I don't know." I bent down again and this time I moved her saree and saw her hanging boobs very clearly. She streched herself in her sleeping position and yawned. I was getting really tempted to feel my palm on her boobs but didn't quiet get the chance. So, I remained in that position for a while which is when Mansi turned this side. "huhhh..I finished 7 levels." "hmm..good job.." "I am going to get some water. I will be right back. Don't close the game." She went out and we were left alone. Priya got up and curiously looked at the monitor and said "Hey! Teach me also. I want to play too." "Ok.fine..I will show you the keys & how to operate." We then turned closer to the monitor & I told her the procedures. She started from level 1 and by now her chair is almost infront of me. I sat slightly inclined to her & had my my left hand moving from her thighs to hips. She smelled great and was curiously looking at the monitor. I had my eyes all over her lips and was so close to her face. Everytime she loses one life or shoots somebody or when something interesting happened in the game, she turned and looked at my face for appreciation. Since I had my face so close, when she turns her lips will be so close my lips. I started moving my left hand on her foldings on the hips and started feeling it. I patted her head and slowly put my right hand around her right shoulder. And next time when she turned and looked at me, I went closer to her face and slightly hit my forehead with her forehead. "Good job!!" I said. I was rubbing her right shoulders and placed my left hand over those firm boobs. She completed the first level & turned again and looked at me. I gently gripped her and said "It's next level now." She looked at my eyes & my lips simultaneously. I gave more pressure to her left boobs and gently massaged her right shoulder. She looked at me and asked softly by looking at my lips "I don't know how to play this level." I said "It's easy. Same as the first one. Keep going & I will tell you what to do..Ok?" And our fore-heads met again. She smiled and kept the poulting lips open and licked them. Now I was moving freely all over her soft hips and it felt electric. Every now and then, after caressing her soft tummy, I kept my hands on those cushionly boobs and gently exterted pressure. I was feeling more and more romantic the way this is going. So when turned and looked at me next time, by looking at her lips I went closer and rubbed by nose with her. My left hand was feeling the full roundness of her left boob. I now pulled her left hand and placed it on my thighs again. She moved her left hand over the thighs and when I pulled her hands closer, it landed right on my tool. Her fingers right on top of my naked tool and I gently adjusted myself and expanded the legs. I held her fingers and guided it thru the length of my shaft and she gently gripped it with her left hand. She kept looking at door every now and then and whispered "She is going to come now." I told her to keep playing or keep doing whatever she is doing. Then the door opened. I took my left hand from the left boob but didn't let her hand slip away from my tool. Mansi came and asked "What Priya aunty? You are also playing now?" "Hmmm..I am just learning ma....here you play!" We both moved right side leaving the keyboard for Mansi and since her hand is underneath the desk she can't see what's happening there. She started playing as she was before. I thought even if she sees, that wouldn't be too big of a deal. When we moved to right, Priya's book dropped again and this time she alone bent down. When she bent down, I pulled her head softly closer to my lap and I made her face so closer to my tool. She still had her hand in my tool and when she bent down, she lifted the shirt and saw the full length of my shaft. She wasn't there for a long time. But within a few fraction of seconds, she brought her face closer and brushed her nose and lips over the entire length of my cock. I held her head and expanded my legs so that full portion of my cock can be accessible. She gently stroke it with her left hand by kissing along the length. She pulled the foreskin gently and with her poulting lips, kept the front portion of the cock into her mouth and tasted it. Both saliva juices and my precum juices got mixed up there and she sucked it for 3 or 4 times and got up immediately. WOW! Amazing! Nothing in the whole world is better than letting a hot woman suck your exploding dick. As she got up, I squeezed her heavy breasts and inserted my hand over the top naked portion of her jacket. She bent down immediately thinking that someone might come inside and I continued caressing her boobs with both hands. I was able to get my hands inside her bra and place it over her naked boobs. I turned her head towards me and kissed her hungry lips. We kissed for 2 minutes and with my hands inside her jacket felt her nipples and piched it softly. Her boobs were too big for me to handle. But it was really spongy. She now stood up and got ready to go.."Ok..I got to go now." I wasn't willing to leave. I held her hips and pulled her close to me & kissed her tummy. She caressed my head while standing and I kissed all over her saree even below her hips.. "Ok..." she whispered again.."I have been here for a long time.. I will go now and after some time..may be I can come back..ok?" and turning to Mansi she said "Bye Mansi!" I left her and she departed the place. What a wonderful day this has been so far! I can't believe my luck today and was about to burst my cum anytime. She just sucked 3 or 4 times and went away, making me rock hard. I needed a release. I had to go to the bathroom atleast to masturbate. I didn't know what to do but thought to myself why should I be stupid enough to do it myself when Mansi is here. I then turned my attention to Mansi. "So, how is it going Mansi?" She turned back from her deep concentration and replied "Look at this..I can't believe I have come so far." "Wow" I fakely appreciated "Thats too good, Mansi!" I pulled my chair closer and had her in my right side as before. I kept my hand on her ass again and lifted her skirt. "hmm..atleast you are watching now..You didn't see it before." "ok..I am seeing it from now on. We'll see how you cross this one." After few min, she got struck in one tackle and asked my help. "Hmm..I will do it for you only if you promise to take a break from this." "Fine.. What do we do?" "We'll go upstairs to the roof. Our building construction is going on there right..we'll go there and see for sometime." "Ok" she immediately agreed and we both went to the top floor of the building. No one was there. I knew those guys would have gone by then. We used to go alone all the time and watch the traffic from the top floor and sit in the stairs. Sometimes we go to the balcony andd watch from there too. So, that was not unusual for us to go there. All the time, I used to just rub her body and ass but not like the way I did in the class room. We went to one of those rooms & it had some brick on one side and sand on the other side for construction. I stood leaning on one of the walls and pulled her close to me. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. Meanwhile I talked to her showing someone walking down the roads and the traffic thru one of the windows. "Did you see that bike?" I kissed her neck and asked. "Hmm..they are always fast like that." she replied. I lifted her skirt from behind and caressed both her ass cheeks. I pulled her panty down and gently caressed her ass cheeks with my rock hard tool. I unzipped my pant and took my tool out too. I gently told in her ears "Let's take this off" She agreed "hmm.." she gently slid the panty down and I threw it into the sand. I kept rubbing her hips and brought my hands over her cute breasts. I massaged her firm breasts over the t-shirt. I asked her "What are these?" "You don't know?" "huhmm..I don't know. why are they big there only?" "I don't know..but when you do like this, it feels good." "Ok..I will keep doing it then.." I inserted my hands thru her t- shirt and massages both her boobs. Her boobs like I said before weren't smaller like I imagined before. They were a handfull and I was squeezing then gently. I kissed her cheeks and turned her face towards my lips. I kissed her lips and with my tongue I parted her lips and extended the kiss. She was very involved and co-operative. I ran my right hand down and kept it over her pussy and rubbed it over there. I parted the pussy lips and inserted my finger into the pussy lips and started moving it back and forth. She closed her eyes everytime I rubbed her pussy by inserting one finger and I continued my kissing on her lips. I got deeper with my finger into the pussy and she kep shrinking her thighs and leaning forward. I held her from falling down and rubbed the pussy lips with my finger back and forth. Her ass cheeks were being crushed by naked cock and was in the middle of her ass crack. Her pussy lips were so soft & wet and everytime she shrinked her thighs together, I got more grip on my fingers and finger fucked her more. We both sat on the sand and I held her on my lap. I kissed her lips and fondled her breasts. I pulled those tiny nipples and made her moan a bit. With ther lying on my lap, I extended my hand towards her pussy and parted the pussy lips again. It was wetter than before and this time, I inserted two fingers into the tiny hole and moved it back and forth. Her pussy was so perfect, smooth & soft with no hair on it. She expanded both her legs and alllowed me to penetrate more with my fingers. "Wait..something is happening there." she stopped. "Where?" "where your fingers are!" "hmm..what's happening? Do you feel like urinating?" "It's not like that..moreover I just went." "hmm..may be it's something different then. Is it good or bad?" "Good" "Ok..I will then see what's the problem there." I moved down and expanded her legs. I kept my face on the pussy and smelled it. It was perfect! So smooth, soft and no hair. I kept kissing it around the feathery lips and she expanded her legs more. I now penetrated her pussy with my tongue and with my upper lips pressing the top, I sucked her pussy to the fullest. I took my tongue out and licked the pussy lips again. It was a perfect view from there. I felt like inserting my cock right there itself. She kept giving hissing sounds and continued moaning a bit. With my both hands, I extended the pussy lips & lifted her kundi & sucked her pussy. She was full of pleasure and almost starting to scream. I slowed down and kept my fingers and watched my fingers entering back and forth for a while. And then I came to the top and squeezed her nipples and kissed all over her cute breasts. We then stood up and I hugged her by lifting her skirt. My tool was directly poking at her pussy and I caressed her bare kundi with both hands. I asked her now "If I give you something in your mouth, will you suck it?" "What are you going to give me?" She looked at me with a puzzled smile. "You will like it..Say yes or no." "Are you going to put some stone or sand in my mouth?" "No." I laughed "Close your eyes and I will tell you." "Ok..closed" "Now bend down with kneels down." "hmm..done." She was now infront of me with her kneels down. I took my cock out, held her head with my left hand and with my right hand guided my tool towards her mouth. I parted her lips with my tool and gently circled around the lips. She had her eyes closed & tasted the precum. She hesitantly opened her mouth and I slowly pulled my foreskin and inserted my cock upto half-way of her mouth. "Ok..now you can open your mouth." She opened her eyes and looked at it in surprise. With my cock on her mouth she blabbered "Ohh..this one!! I can't believe this would be bigger like this and so very hard like a rock pole." "So you have seen this already?" "Yeah..with kids playing around in the streets.But it is not this big and hard, there's seem very soft. yours is so so hard, oh god can i feel its hardness with my hand?" "Oh sure..Ok so u have not seen one from a grown-up like me?" "No. My god this hard thing feels so nice and warm in my hands...ahhh...ohhh..its feeling soo nice to me down there...." "hmm..This won't be usually this bignd this hardddd. You have to make it smaller and softer." "How can i do that?" "Just hold it gently with your hands & move your mouth back and forth. Keep licking and suck it..Ok?" "Ok." She moved her mouth back and forth gently by not touching with her teeth and sucked my cock. She kept a steady pace and licked almost to the full length of the cock. I held her head with both my hands and gently moved my hips too back and forth in a fucking motion. She quickly understood what it means to me and handled it very gently, all the while praising its hardness and how warm it felt in her mouth. She took her mouth every now and then and licked the bottom. I adjusted my foreskin and penetrated her mouth. I touched her nose, chin and eyes with my cock too. She caught it and kept it in her mouth and sucked it again. I held on to her hairs with both hands and asked her to increase the speed & use her tongue too. She became expert soon and started using her tongue and increased her pace. The grip of her mouth was almost like the grip I got from the pussy lips. Her mouth was warm and as she keeps generating the back & forth motion, the warmness kept increasing more and more and I can almost feel that i am cumming. I stopped for a while and told her "You see this white color liquid over there?" "Yeah?" "That will come more now. Is that okay?" "hmm..what am I supposed to do then?" "Just keep doing what you are doing and don't take your mouth out from it...You don't have to swallow it the liquid. Afterwards you can spit it out...alright?" "hmm" We then started again slowly & generated full speed. My cock was moving back and forth vigorosly and it almost kept touching her throat too. She stroke the wet cock with her hand again and swallowed the cock and sucked it to the fullest. She started moving back and forth again and this time I sure was cumming on her mouth. Terrific! She remembered what I told her and kept licking and sucking with her tongue too. It was unbelievable to watch her doing like that. My cum came rushing & rushing in lots. I just held her head tightly closed and kept moving my hips as if fucking her. WOW! What a great feeling. Fucking in mouth also is more or less same as fucking the pussy..even though pussy is the best. I almost finished my entire cumming and slowly drew it from her mouth. Still it was coming out piercing and it fell on all over her face, her nose & eyes. That was a beautiful sight to watch.!!! She kept waiting there in that same position and waiting for my direction. I wiped my cock with her t-shirt and zipped it on. She spit some of the cum still in her mouth. I took her panty and wiped her face and my pants too. We soon were normal and were ready to go downstairs. My luck with both of them continued for a long time. Both Mansi and Priya knew about what others were doing but they won't talk about it between them. I went to training session with Priya next week and in one of those training sessions, we both went for a movie theatre. I asked her to remove her bra in the theatre bathroom. I fondled her naked heavy breasts and sucked them both in the dark theatre itself. I finger fucked her hungry pussy & allowed her to suck my cock too. Until now I have never fucked either Priya or Mansi; but we did everything else whenever we got the opportunity. I hope you guys enjoyed my experience and I will continue writing my other experiences whenever I find time. The experience's may not be completely true, but my capability to satisfy you and a super hard dick mentioned in the story r sure true. Once again, thank you for reading my experience. 100% satisfaction and discreetion is guaranteed. Young flowers wanting to be deflowered or unsatisfied women who desire satisfaction in and around bangalore may contact me. If u dont wanna indulge in sex and rather try all the other

Country Nurse by Biker Contents: MMMf, non-cons, spanking, bondage, humiliation "Hey, Jed! Look over yonder. You see what I see?" "Yep, I sure do. Let's check it out." It was mid morning and Jenny had been on her way home from the Davis' place. Being a registered nurse, she was used to being called out on a moment's notice; this morning being no exception. She had been contemplating getting out of bed when Ma Davis called about her husband, Ben. Old Ben, as he was called by all his friends, was close to ninety years old and confined to a wheelchair. His wife, Ma, some thirty years younger, had been taking care of him for several years. This morning, Ben had been having trouble breathing. So, Ma had called on Jenny and even though she'd be late for work, she couldn't let Old Ben down. She had been the Davis' private nurse for the past two years. A good portion of her job was spent driving these back roads going from one poor family to the next. Jenny, always in a hurry, had taken a shortcut, or so she thought. But as luck would have it, her car had broke down. On top of that, her cell phone battery was dead as she had forgotten to charge it last night. So, here she was, bent over the hood of her car, not knowing what she was looking for, unable to call for help and not knowing where she was at! Jenny looked up just as brothers Jed and Zeke approached. "Oh, hello!", she smiled, "Am I glad you came along. Do you think you could take a look at my car for me? It just quit running and I really have to get back to the hospital." "Uh, yeah, sure." Jed said giving his brother a wink. "Let's see here." Jenny followed as he bent over the engine pretending to be checking it out. Suddenly, her scrubs and panties were down to her knees. Before she could raise up, Jed had both her hands pinned to the radiator. "What do you think you're doing?" she screamed, "Let me go right now!" Zeke began slapping her ass hard; SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Man, oh, man, Jed. Just look at all this ass!" he beamed as he continued spanking her. "OUCH! OW! STOP! IT HURTS!" Jenny screamed, but to no avail. Spinning her around and pushing her toward his brother, Jed said, "Hey, let me have a turn at her." As soon as Zeke had captured her arms, Jed began spanking her ass again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Before Jenny could scream again, her top was being roughly pushed up over her head followed by her bra. As soon as her head was free, Jed stuffs his handkerchief into her mouth and slapped a piece of tape over it. Pushing her to the ground, he then pulled her pants and panties free of her legs. Totally naked now, Jenny tried to curl up to hide her sagging breasts and shaved pussy. As Zeke began tying her hands together, Jed started spanking her roughly on her ass and legs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Hey, you'd better stop, Jed! Pa is going to be really mad if she marked up!" Zeke said. "Ah, hell, guess you're right, Zeke. Ain't he gonna be surprised, though? He sure loves 'em fat ones!" Jed grinned. As Zeke finished tying Jenny up, Jed went to fetch the pickup. After he had backed it up, he and Zeke lowered an old wooden crate from the back. They put Jenny inside and tied such that her ass stuck up into the air. Her legs were tied apart slightly to allow her ass to spread clearly making her anus and fat pussy visible. With the tape still in place, Jenny was unable to scream at all. "Don't worry, pretty lady. Pa's gonna take good care of you!" he laughed while roughly finger her exposed pussy. Soon, the crate was loaded into the truck and off they went. As they were headed toward their home, Jenny tried to think of how she could get out of this. No one had known she'd gone to the Davis' this morning. She just figured she call in on her way back home. No one would miss her for at least a couple of days as she had the next two days off. Tied down tightly, Jenny could do nothing but ponder her predicament. After what seemed like forever, the truck finally slowed and came to a stop. Both men jumped out and carried the crate up the porch stairs and sat it down. "Okay, Zeke, you go get Pa. I'm gonna fetch some of his special toys!" Jed chuckled. Upon hearing that, Jenny began to get scared, "Oh, shit, what are they going to do to me?" she fretted. "Hurry up, Pa!" Zeke yelled running onto the porch. "What in tarnation is going on?" a gruff old voice yelled back, "Now what's this? Well, don't just stand their, boy; open it up!" "Okay, but close you eyes!" "Ah, fer Christs' sake! All right! But, hurry up!" Both Jed and Zeke took the crate top off and kicked the sides down. There sat Jenny, still tied with her ass high in the air, legs apart with pussy and anus on display. "Okay, Pa, you can look now!" After he opened his eyes, Pa just stood with his mouth open. Rubbing his eyes as if in a dream, a big smile came across the old man's face. "Well, I'll be switched! Where 'en you boys get this?" he finally said while circling the open crate. "We found her on the road a ways back. She was having car touble, but nothing like the trouble she's gonna git now, ain't that right, Pa?" "That be the truth, there boy! Damn, look at that fat ass! Hoo wee! Am I gonna have fun with that. Boy, git on down there and hold her ass open; let me she what she a got in her!" the old man commanded. Jed squatted down behind Jenny and roughly pulled her ass cheeks apart even further. The humiliation of her ass being opened to their inspection was almost too much for Jenny. She could feel her entire body blushing bright red from embarassment. "Jeez Louise, Pa, I can see her shit in there! That's gonna make for one nice fuck!" Jed exclaimed as he looked inside her. "Okay, boy, git back out of my way now! I'm gonna warm her ass up a little. Oh, and take that damn tape off her mouth. I want to hear her screaming!" Pa said as he moved up behind her. Just as Zeke ripped the tape off her mouth, the old man's hand landed square on her vulnerable ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Damn, this is one big soft ass! I could pound on this all day." the old man exclaimed. Jenny tried to look back to see her attacker, but she was tied to tight. She could, however, see that both boys had taken up positions on either side of her and were furiously jacking off while they watched their father. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She tried not to scream because she knew that's what he wanted. But, the pain was too much. Jenny began to howl like crazy while trying to move her out of his way. "Ha, she's a spunky one! I like that! Let me see how wet you are, bitch!" the old laughed as he inserted two fat fingers into her open pussy. "Oh, yeah, she's wet all right! You liking this bitch? You liking me beating you ass and fucking your fat pussy with my fingers?" Although screaming out her denial, she knew inside he was right! Her pussy was wet and even though her ass was sore, she was close to an orgasm. She can't let herself cum though, she thought, or they'd never leave her alone. But, the old man had done this before. He knew that Jenny was getting hot and he knew that she'd take a lot more pain and still cum when he wanted her to. Pulling his fingers out, he continued with the spanking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Hey, boys, watch this! This en's 'bout ready to pop!" the old laughed. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! While still jacking off, Jed took hold of one of Jenny's nipples and squeezed hard. Zeke, likewise masterbating, grabbed a handful of dangling tit. Despite the pain, Jenny knew she could not prevent the inevitable orgasm. And, trying to not announce her pleasure, she was unable to. "Ahhhh, unghhh!" "Shit, boys, look how wet she is! Her cute little butthole is a winkin' at me, so it won't be lone now, ha, ha!" he laughed as he stopped only long enough to pick up a wide leather strap Jed has brought. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! "OHHHHH I'M CUMMING!" Jenny cried out as her body was consumed by an intense orgasm. Reaching underneath her, Pa's rough hand found her erect clit and began rubbing it rapidly. "Damn, I think we done found us a keeper, boys! She's cumming hard!" the old man said as he felt her shudder and watched her little rosebud of an asshole open and close each time she spasmed. "AHHHHH, OHHHHH, ahhhh, ahh, hmmm!" "Oh, shit! I'm a cumming too, Pa! Jed screamed just as his load shot off all over Jenny's back and hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Me, too! Take this, bitch!" Zeke yelled as he aimed his hard cock at Jenny's face. He shot three long, hot streams of cum; all hitting Jenny in the forehead and nose. Jenny raised her head slightly and, using her tongue, caught a small string getting ready to drip off her nose. "Hmmm, not too bad!" she thought to herself while hoping they didn't notice her wanton act. "Damn, you boys, always trying to get a nut off! Don't you know there a lady here needing tended to? Put them dicks back in your pants for now!" Pa chastised as he took a playful slat at Jed's cock with the strap. "Hey, Pa, looky here. She done cum so hard she pissed herself." Zeke yelled after he spied where a small pool had formed on the crate bottom beneath her belly. "That ain't pee, boy! What's the matter with you? That's gal cum and it don't come much sweeter 'en this! Here, boy, get cha some!" Pa said as he scooped his fingers along Jenny's slit and brought it to his mouth. Both boys reached in and scooped up some of Jenny's fluids for their own taste test. "Damn, that's good." Zeke said as he knelt down behind her and began licking her sopping pussy. "Get out of the way, boy! I am through whipping on her ass yet!" the old man said as he picked up the strap again. "But first, let's get her out of this here crate and get her inside before one of the neighbor's spots her!" Once free of her bounds, Jenny tried to stand up. But, she had been bent over too long and her legs had gone to sleep. Using all their strength, Jed and Zeke picked her up and drug her into the old house. "Lay her face down over the table. Yeah, like that. Now, tie her wrists to the legs. Okay, now spread her legs and tie them to the other legs. Oh, yeah! Look at that view. Hey, pretty lady, your big ass sure does have a cute little butthole! Maybe you'd like me to stick a finger or two in it, heh? Ha, ha, or maybe something else?" the old man teased as he surveyed her exposed backside. "Look at her pussy, Pa! Looks like I could put my whole fist up there!" Jed said as he began rubbing his hardening cock again. "Spect you might have to try that later, boy!" Pa laughed, "But, I got business to tend to first." Jenny, knowing she was about to be strapped again, had mixed emotions. She knew it would hurt like hell and wasn't sure how much more pain she could take. But, she had also just had probably the best orgasm of her life and would definitely like more of those! Then, she finally resolved that it just didn't matter as she was not control of anything, she was nothing more than a toy to be used however these men wanted. That last thought almost made her cum again! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Being tied in this new position, she knew Pa was afforded better access to her privates. Unable to stop him, Jenny felt the strap land closer and closer to her stretched cunt. Knowing that he was soon going to strike her defensless pussy caused a pre-orgasmic shudder, much like a cold chill, to ripple through her. The old man saw the goosebumps form on her ass and legs as he purposely landed several blows grazing her swollen lips. SPLAT! "Ahhh!" Jenny moaned as the last one struck her open hole and hard clit. "Like that, heh bitch!" he jeered, "Try this one!" SPLAT...another one catching her pussy and clit dead center. "Hmmm! Ahhhh!" Jenny moaned louder, "Please, please let me cum!" SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! "Ha, not yet, lady! Not yet!" he said and then added, "Jed, get over here and take over. My arm's a getting tired!" "With pleasure, Pa!" Jed exclaimed as he picked up the small 'cat'. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Jenny could now feel the exquisite pain that the small cat-o-nine-tails brought forth. She could feel the each of the strands as they landed all over her ass. She could feel then hit her anus, her clit, her fat pussy lips and even some on her tiny pee hole. Her ass was on fire, but the whipping continued. And, she was close to cumming again! "Now be careful there, boy! Don't you let her get another nut yet! Switch on down to her legs for a little bit; she's a enjoying them last ones too much!" Pa instructed as he watched with pride. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Jed worked down the inside of Jenny's left leg and then back up the inside of the right. This was very painful to Jenny and she began bouncing around trying to avoid the sting of the 'cat'. "Yeah, that's better! She ain't a liking that so well!" Pa laughed as he too began to massage his rising cock. "Okay, back to her ass now. Just watch her little asshole; when it starts a winking, it's time to move to the legs!" SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Upon hearing that, Jenny wished she had better control over herself. She liked the blows to her ass and privates, but not her legs. She'd have to try harder from now on. Jenny felt her head being picked up. Looking up, she stared directly into the fat, red knob of the old man's hard cock. As it advanced toward her, she automatically, she opened her mouth. She knew it would futile to resist and maybe this will help take her mind off the pain in her legs. "That's it, little lady, go on ane suck it all in. Hmmm, yes, you sweet- mouthed bitch, you!" Pa said as he shoved the first half of his cock into her. "Hmmph, this ain't gonna take long at all!" Jenny could taste the saltiness of his dirty cock as it slide past her tongue. She could also smell the definite man scent from his hairy balls. Yet, despite the disgusting act, she was getting more and more excited. She just had to control her asshole a little longer! Really getting into it now, Pa pushed the remaining several inches into her. After a half dozen fast strokes, he pushed in hard and stopped. Jenny could feel the pulsation of his cock and knew what was coming next. In just seconds, she was rewarded with his hot thick goo! At that same moment, Jed landed a hard swat that caught her pussy lips and clit. When she moaned loudly, Zeke reached in and started rubbing her clit. She could feel wave after pleasurable wave flow through her as she tried to swallow the enormous amount of cum Pa had deposited in her throat. "Oh, fuck, that's good!" Pa shouted as he felt the vibrations of Jenny's moans ripple through his softening cock. Holding her head down tightly, he continued pumping her face until the every drop was drained from him. Jenny, however, was still cumming. She could feel her female fluids splatter on her legs as Zeke continued rubbing and pulling her clit and Jed whipped her ass hard. After several minutes of orgasms, Jenny finally went limp. Zeke dropped his pants and moved up behind her penetrating her wet pussy on the first stab of his hard cock. She was so wet that she hardly felt him enter. She could just lay there with her eyes closed by Zeke took her roughly. And, it didn't take long. No sooner than he started pumping, he slammed hard into her and came. Jenny could feel the pulsing of his hot cock as shot after shot landed deep inside her. As Zeke backed away, his cock was replaced by Jed's. He, like Zeke, only lasted a couple of thrusts before he had added his sperm to the pool developing deep inside Jenny's pussy. When Jed moved off her, Jenny realized she was worn out. Looking out the window, she could see that it was beginning to get dark. Quickly calculating, she realized that she had been their sex captive for more than six hours! As she started to relive the previous scenes, she drifted off to sleep. "Okay, boys, let her be! She took a good beating and needs rest some. Don't want to wear out the first day!" Pa said as he pushed the boys aside. Jenny awoke to a strange sensation. Look around, she saw it was dark outside and she could smell food. She was still tied to the same table in the same position, but, someone or something was licking her pussy. And, it felt fantastic. So good, in fact, that she could feel the beginning of another orgasm working. As she lay there and let the orgasm build, she looked into the kitchen and saw three men busy with their supper. Panicing slightly, she let out a cry and tried to see who was behind her. But, she was bound to tightly to turn her head that far. Hearing her cry out, Jed came into the room and started laughing out loud. "Damn, Pa, you gotta see this! Ole Blue done found himself a bitch!" Both Pa and Zeke came running in and found that, sure enough, their old hound was indeed lapping away hungrily at Jenny dripping cunt. "Damn it, dog! Git on out of it!" Pa yelled as he kicked at the dog and missed. Startled, the dog yelped and ran out of the room, banging off the far wall as he did so. "Ah, Pa, he was just trying to get himself a little snack!" Zeke said. "I ain't a gonna be fucking nothing after that dog's had his way with it!" Pa exclaimed. "Jed, untie her so's she can get herself cleaned up!" As Jed and Zeke started untying her arms and legs, Pa continued, "All right, woman, the bathroom is just down the hall. Get yourself cleaned up and then come get you some food. In exactly fifteen minutes, I want to see you standing by that chair. Understood? Oh, and don't bother putting any of your clothes back on! You won't be needing 'em for awhile! Go on, now; git!" Giving her a hard slap to her already sore ass, Jenny straightened up as best she could and hobbled down the hall. Her legs were very sore from being stretched so far and beaten on so long and hard. She knew she had to be quick, but she took time to look at her backside in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Her ass was totally red from about two inches below her heavy cheeks to almost two inches above. As she spread her butt cheeks open, she saw that she had bruises all along her crack and leading to her pussy. Turning around, she leaned back and spread her pussy open only to find the same type of bruising. The hot shower water felt good as it ran down and soothed her sore, aching body. But, knowing, she must hurry, she reluctantly turned it off and quickly toweled herself dry. As she began to wrap the towel around her chest, she remembered what Pa has said. Quickly casting it aside, she left for the kitchen and some much-needed nurishment. As she stood in the kitchen making herself a ham sandwich, she say Old Blue staring at her from outside the screen door. Shuddering at the thought of what might have happened, Jenny quickly downed the sandwich and fixed another. As she inhaled the second sandwich, she wondered if her fifteen minutes were up. She had no way of telling time, so she quickly drank a glass of cold milk and rushed back into the living room. As she stopped next to Pa's chair, she saw Jed stretched out on the sofa and Zeke on the floor; both watching the TV. "Fetch me a beer, woman!" Pa commanded. As Jenny turned to hurry back into the kitchen, she heard both boys echo the same request. Returning with three cold bottles of beer, she handed each of them out. "Damn it, woman! I don't drink beer out of the bottle! Where's my mug!" Pa yelled as his hand landed hard on Jenny's tender butt. "I'm sorry. I didn't know", Jenny cried as she ran back into the kitchen in search of the mugs. Unable to find them anywhere, she finally opened the freezer and sure enough, they were there. Scurrying back into the living room, she poured each of the beers and presented the mugs proudly. Pa just grunted as he drank down about half the glass while Jenny looked on; still totally naked. Setting the mug down, he grabbed Jenny by her arm and threw her across his lap. Before her hand could even try and protect her sore rear, he had landed three solid spanks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Wa, what's that for?" cried Jenny as she was unsuccessful in covering herself. SMACK! "For being two minutes..." SMACK! "late! And,..." SMACK! "for not bringing the mugs!", Pa said. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ow, please, not there. It hurts!" Jenny cried knowing her pleas were falling on deaf ears. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The old man was concentrating all his blows to the bottom center of her ass where she was the most bruised all ready. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The red on Jenny's lower ass was turning purple quickly. The pain was almost too much for her to bear and the tears were streaming down her cheeks and onto the floor beneath her. Using both hands to hold herself up, Jenny felt Pa reach under her with his left hand and grab a handful of her breast. Continuing to spank her, he began twisting and pulling on her helpless tit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Pa now moved his hand to underneach her belly. Clamping her clit in between his thumb and finger, he tugged on it in time with his blows. Despite herself, Jenny began to orgasm. As the tears still ran, Jenny began moaning and humping into his hand wildly. She hadn't even noticed that he had stopped the spanking as her body shuddered and shivered with the waves of pleasure. Giving one final moan, Jenny went limp and slumped down over his legs. "Damn, Pa, you done made her cum again!" Jed said admiringly, "Can I fuck her now?" "Not yet, boy. Woman, git over there in the corner by the TV and face the wall. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. I wanna be able to see them pussy lips a dangling!" Pa ordered. Wiping away the tears, Jenny stood up and moved slowly to the corner. As she clasped the back of her neck with her hands, she spread her legs as far as was able to and still stand up. Hearing the hoots and catcalls from behind her, she knew she had succeeded in displaying her sopping and abused pussy to their satisfaction. She felt totally humiliated as the red flush of embarassment settled across her body. After about an hour, she was ordered to turn and face the room; hands still behind head, legs still apart. If it was possible, she was now even more embarassed wontanly displaying her privates for them. But, still it was a turn on for her. Her pussy was still drooling and ready for more. After another hour, Pa walked up to her and began running his fingers over and into her cunt. Jenny closed her eyes as she braced herself for the impending waves of pleasure. Sure enough, within minutes of having his hand buried in her, she began to feel the first of the orgasm. Just as she was getting into it, he stopped. SLAP! Jenny yelped as the blow landed right on top of her hard little clit. But, instantly, his fingers were sawing back into her and fire once again ignited. Bucking against his hand, Jenny coaxed the orgasm on. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Again, all on the cunt. This time, however, Jenny didn't miss a beat. The orgasm was upon her. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "OHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Jenny cried out as she came hard while he hit her clit. "She is too fucking much!" Zeke said as he watched Jenny's pussy expel it's juices while Pa abused it. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "UNGHHHHHHHHHHH!" she yelled as she froze and grimaced as the orgasm peaked. As Jenny relaxed, Pa moved away and said, "Okay, boys, she's all yours. I'm going to bed. Don't get no ideas about leaving us, little lady. Old Blue there done had a taste of that there pussy of yours and if'n he catches you outside, well, let's just say you won't be no more use to me!" As Pa laughed and left the room, both boys stripped down and pushed Jenny onto the sofa. Pushing her all ready hard cock into her Pussy, Jed began hammering her like it was his first fuck. Zeke leaned down and fed his hard cock to her mouth where he did likewise. Over the next two hours, Jenny was brutally fucked in all her holes; pussy, ass and mouth. And, each had had it's share of sperm deposits made! Evidently, this was something these boys had done before as it didn't appear to bother either of them to eat a freshly-fucked pussy or asshole full of his brother's cum! But, they weren't the only ones who got off! Jenny had had countless orgasms. The boys knew she liked the pain and were eager to please. As they buried their cocks and tongues into her, they would abuse a particular tender spot. Like twisting and pulling on her nipples, clit or pussy lips. Or, pinching the cheek flesh right next to her asshole. Between the pain and the pleasure, the night seemed like one continuous orgasm to Jenny. When they were through with her, they both left. Jenny, too tired to even go clean up, feel into a deep sleep sprawled out on the sofa. SMACK! Jenny awoke with a start and tried to open her eyes. SMACK! Quickly sitting up, she saw the large figure of the old man standing over her. "Get your ass up, girl! There's work to be done. But first, you git on in there and git that shit cleaned off of you. You got cum all over you! Then, git back in here and clean the sofa, too!" Pa commanded. As Jenny stood to run to the bathroom, Pa landed two more hard smacks to her bruised ass. Taking her time, Jenny let the hot steamy water roll down her, refreshing and invigorating her abused body. After ten minutes, she heard someone beating on the door, so her hurriedly got out and dried off. Grabbing a wet washcloth and her towel, she ran back to the living room to tend to the sofa. Just as she arrived, she saw Pa standing at the door talking to what looked like a Sheriff's Deputy. Noticing Jenny, he tried to shut the inside door, but it was too late; the Deputy had spotted Jenny. Quickly entering the room, the Deputy pulled his gun and ordered Pa to sit in the chair. Both boys came into the room at the same time and were quickly told to sit as well. "You must be Jenny", the Deputy said to Jenny. As she nodded, she saw him circle behind her looking her over carefully. "Go get something on." he told her, "I'll take care of these freaks!" Using on his handheld radio, he called for backup support. Within 30 minutes, Pa and the boys were handcuffed and taken away in patrol cars. Jenny had found most of her clothes and was escorted to the Deputy's car. "I'll take you to the hospital. They'll take care of you bruises." he said softly. "No, just take me home. Please? I'm fine. I'll be okay." Jenny asked. "Well, I don't know. You really need to be checked by the doctors." he insisted. "Please, please just take me home. I work at a hospital. I'll have myself checked." Jenny assured him. "Okay, I guess. But, I'll need you to come down to the station this afternoon and sign some paperwork, okay?" "Sure, what ever you want." Jenny said. The two hour trip home was a silent one with the Deputy not knowing what to say and Jenny trying to grasp what had happened to her over the past 24 hours. Soon, Jenny was back in her own home. She ran a hot bath and when ready, she just eased her tired body in. The hot water felt good and soon, a lot of her pain was gone. After 30 minutes, her water had started to cool down and Jenny, after doing a lot of thinking, knew exactly what she had to do. After drying off, she didn't even bother getting dressed. She found the Deputy's card and dialed his number. When he answered and recognized it was Jenny, he said, "Would you like me to come get you?" "No, I don't think that will be necessary. What are they being charged with?" Jenny inquired. "Well, I'm not exactly sure yet. We were kind of waiting on you to come down so we could get your statement and the whole story. Probably the least would be kidnapping." the Deputy said. "But, the didn't kidnap me!" Jenny lied. "Please let them go; they didn't do anything. I got my bruises when my car went off the road. They were just trying to help." "No way, Jenny! You know that's a lie!" the Deputy yelled. "I'm sorry, Deputy, but that's the truth. Now, please let them go!" Jenny said as she hung up the phone. Jenny rushed around and found an old simple cotton dress. Pulling it over her head, she began searching for something; she didn't know exactly what. After going through all the drawers and closets, she finally find what she was looking for. Next, she called into work and left a message that she needed some time off because of what happened. She told them not to bother trying to reach her because she wasn't taking her phone. After making sure the house was in order, Jenny called a cab company to see if the could make a two hour trip. After finding one, she locked up and went outside to wait. Twenty minutes later, Jenny was on her way back; retracing the route the Deputy drove to take her home. When they arrived at her destination, she promptly paid the cabbie his exorbitant fare and watched as he drove off. As soon as he was out of site, Jenny removed her dress and, taking the red ribbon from her purse, wrapped it around her stomach, down between her legs and up over her shoulders. When she was done, she fastened the big red bow to the middle, right below her naked breasts. Walking up the steps, she lightly knocked on the door. Fearing that they might be home yet, the door suddenly opened. "Well, well, what have we here?" Pa grinned, "Well, woman, git yer big butt in here right now! You've got a whipping coming for taking off like that!" As she quickly rushed inside, Jenny shuddered as she thought about what he might have in store for her. But, it didn't matter, her pussy was all ready starting to leak!

Angie and Brian, Part 1 MF semi-con By: Jaytee69 This is part 1 of a series featuring Angie, an attractive middle aged professional woman and Brian a younger man. Brian abducts Angie after work and takes her to a secret location where he brings out a dark, sexual side she did not know existed. The story starts out as non-consensual and ends up as semi-consensual Read Part 2 for more about Angie and Brian Comments and suggestions are always welcome at [email protected] Angie left the store and walked across the parking lot toward her car. She was a very attractive young looking, middle aged woman, medium height, full figured with short dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed in a conservative business suit over a white silk blouse and is wearing dark pumps. She was tired after a long day. It was late, the stores were closing and she was carrying a bag containing a few items she picked up on her way home. As she approached her car and fumbled for her keys she did not notice the dark figure waiting between the parked cars in the next aisle. When she got to her car, an SUV, she placed her bag on the ground and opened the back door, then put the bag on the back seat. Just as she turned toward the front door, she suddenly felt powerful arms wrap around her from behind and quickly sweep her off her feet. Before she could cry out, a deep, hard male voice in her ear said, "...don't make a sound, and you won't get hurt...." Confusion and panic caused her to freeze for a moment and she felt herself being pulled into the back of the SUV and laid face down across the back seat. She felt her attacker kneel over her and pull her arms behind her. Frozen with terror she heard an unfamiliar raspy, clicking sound and suddenly felt cold hard steel manacles being placed on her wrists. "Please, don't...", she whimpered. But at that instant everything went dark as a black cloth hood was pulled roughly down over her head. She felt her assailant shifting around on the seat and suddenly gloved hands gripped her ankles and she heard the sound of tape being ripped and could feel her legs being bound at the ankles. All this happened in the span of a few seconds and, as quickly as it started, the man left the back seat. She heard him open the door and get into the driver's seat. The van started and Angie felt it begin to move. Suddenly, fear grips her and her she finds her voice, but as she starts to scream, the stereo came on....loud.... pounding music.. Drowning her cries. Unable to move, face down on the back seat, she felt completely helpless and alone, wondering where she was and not daring to think about what is going to happen. As she laid on the seat, music pounding in her ears.. Angie's mind was racing.. If he only wanted her money or her car he would have taken it at the parking lot . . . what did he want? A sudden realization comes over her. Is he planning on raping her? The thought made her mind reel. The reality of the moment, the feeling of being held helpless by an unknown stranger at once terrified and somehow excited her. As a young girl she had often fantasized about a mysterious stranger coming to her room late at night and taking her. These fantasies had sometimes fueled her secret youthful masturbation sessions. As the years passed and she married and started her family, the demands of her husband, children and job had distracted her and diverted much of her energy from the area of sexual fantasy. But lately with her children grown and her husband much less demanding of her attention, Angie had rediscovered the joys of self pleasure. She even had a secret "sex toy" she had purchased to help in her secret pleasures. She had also discovered a new world of sexual variety via her computer. Angie sometimes chatted on-line with strangers and their comments and conversations sometimes excited her deeply. On those occasions, when she had the chance she would retrieve her toy and let her mind run free as she explored her most intimate sexual thoughts. As her passion would grow, and her body responded, stimulated by the feeling of her plaything, and her excitement deepened she would start to visit her most secret and deepest sexual fantasies. It was at times like that the dark stranger would sometimes return to Angie's thoughts. As she imagined how he looked and the things he did and made her do, she never failed to achieve her strongest and most fulfilling orgasms. But now, the fearful reality of her situation drove all sexual feelings from her mind. After what seemed like an eternity riding in the dark, hearing only the harsh, pounding sound of the car stereo and having no idea where they were.. Angie felt the car start to slow and turn... after a short ride on a rather bumpy road, the car slowed again and made several tight turns and then stopped. Suddenly the stereo cut off and in the silence, Angie heard the sound of a garage door closing. After the door closed Angie felt the driver open his door and in a moment the back door opened and Angie felt cool air enter the car. As she laid shivering on the backseat, waiting anxiously, not knowing what to expect, she suddenly felt his hands on her again. She was pulled roughly from the seat and stood upright on the floor next to her car. Her feet were still bound and her hands were behind her and she wavered unsteadily on her feet, uncertain where he was. His voice, behind her, inches from her ear startled her. "Welcome......," he said. "You have done well so far...keep it up and everything will be fine..." His voice was clearer now, indicating that his face was uncovered. Angie wondered where she was when she felt his arms around her again and she was once more lifted off her feet. She felt herself being carried after a few steps she felt him start up some stairs. One, two, three... then level again, and a turn to the left and straight and another turn, then down; one, two, three, four, steps and he stopped and carefully set her down. She stood once again shaking on her feet, his hand on her shoulder steadying her. He knelt down at her side and she felt a cold blade on her ankle. "Don't move.......," he said. She felt him quickly cut the tape on her ankles and remove it. Relieved, she got her balance and started to regain her senses. "We are in a very private and safe place, no one knows you are here and no one will ever look for you here, do you understand?", he asked. When she failed to respond, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and asked again, a bit more powerfully now, "do you understand?". "Yes...," she whispered. "Good," he said, "I want you to know that if you do exactly as I say in every respect, you will not be hurt, do you understand, if so answer me." "Yes, she said, her voice trembling a bit with fear. "OK then", he replied. "First rule, no screaming or crying, there is no need and no one will hear you anyway, do you understand," he said more softly now into her ear. "Yes, I... I do.." Angie responded, more clearly now. She was starting to feel some relief. Now that he was talking to her, telling her she would not be hurt she began to gather herself and her mind began to slow and her thoughts became more clear. He walked around her several times, circling her. She felt his hand gently lift her chin, and run over her shoulder. As he passed behind her, she felt his hand slide around on her waist. It seemed to her almost like a very slow and formal dance as her passed around her three times. Finally he stopped in front of her and spoke. "I am going to take off the hood, the room is a bit dark but you will be able to see." He then stepped behind her and reached up to untie the cord at her neck then slowly and gently lifted the hood from her head. As he uncovered her face, she saw that she was in a dimly lit room. It was clean, nicely decorated. A couch was against the wall in front her and when she looked to her right she saw a small stairway leading up to a closed door. The voice behind her spoke in her ear, "remember the rules? ,." She nodded; "Good" he said. "Now turn around.........." Angie heard his voice behind her. "See, there is nothing to be afraid of, just a regular room in a very normal house, in a very nice, secluded neighborhood." She looked around her and saw a small alcove to her left shielded by a Japanese screen. A fire burned in the fireplace in the corner, and candles flickered on the mantle above. "Now, you may turn around," he said. Slowly Angie turned to finally see her captor. When she turned, she saw a man standing before her. He was medium height, perhaps 5' 9 or 10", dressed in a black silk sweater, black slacks and shoes. He was wearing a black mask that covered his eyes and head, leaving his mouth uncovered. She saw that he was white and that he had a neatly trimmed moustache. As he smiled, Angie saw that he had white even teeth. "Not the monster you expected, am I?" he asked. He was well built but not massive, and Angie tried to guess his age. She estimated him to be about 35. His voice was young and strong, but he had an air of cool confidence that made her think that he was older. She could see his eyes through the mask. They were a warm deep brown, and Angie thought she saw a twinkle when he smiled at her. He walked over to a chair in the middle of the room and sat facing her. "Come over here," he said and motioned for her to approach him. With her hands still cuffed behind her she walked over and stood a few feet from him. He watched her closely and was silent as she stood in from of him. "Would you like for me to release your hands?" she asked. Angie, swallowed hard and hoped that her voice would not betray her. "Yes, please," she answered in what she hoped was a firm and confident voice. After a moment he replied, "I see. So ask me nicely, then," he said. Angie thought she heard a bit of amusement in his voice. Angie composed herself for a moment and then said, "Would you please release my hands, I promise I won't try to run away or hurt you," she said in what she hoped was a pleasant voice. "Of course, my dear," he said as he stood up and approached her. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her back toward him. She felt his hands grip the cuffs and with a well-practiced move unlock and remove them. After the cuffs were off, his hands rubbed her wrists for a moment. They felt warm and strong, firm yet soft on her wrists. He then turned her back to face him. They now stood face to face. Angie was a petite woman, only 5' 1" tall and as they stood close to each other she had to lift her head a bit to look into his eyes. She did not want to show any fear, Angie somehow sensed that as long as she maintained her composure and did as she was told she would come through this ordeal safely. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed and massaged them. "You are very tense," he said as he continued touching her. "Try and relax, I have not hurt you have I?", he asked in a soft voice. His voice sounded young to Angie, but he seemed so confident and in control of himself. Angie tried to estimate his age and failed. She forced herself to relax and take a deep breath. "No..." she replied softly, the feeling of his hands caressing her shoulders was causing her to relax more as the moments passed and when she looked up at his face again she could see that he was smiling down at her. "Now, that's much better isn't it," he asked. "Yes, yes it is, " Angie replied, and her voice was much softer and more relaxed that she thought possible under the circumstances. "Good, ....now . . . kiss me," he said in a firmer masculine voice. Shocked back to the reality of her plight, Angie did not know what to do, but steeling herself she leaned closer to him and reached up and gently kissed his lips quickly. Before she could regain her composure though, he said, "No, not like that....you can do much, much better....try again." Angie's heart began to beat more quickly, but before she could respond, he put his hands on her shoulders, leaned down and took her mouth in his. His lips were soft and covered hers fully. Angie tensed for a moment when she felt his mouth open slightly and his warm tongue enter her mouth. She tried for a moment not to respond, but his tongue slid deeper into her mouth and met hers, and she was forced to open wider to accept it. As his tongue moved in her mouth, probing and stroking at hers, Angie felt herself softening in his arms, her mouth relaxing. She felt his arms slide down around her and pull her closer to him. She felt herself lifted slightly by his embrace and almost by reflex she raised her hands to his chest. She could feel his muscles. He felt hard, firm and masculine. Like they had a mind of their own her hands moved across his chest to his shoulders and felt his strength. He smelled tasted good to her. He was wearing an expensive men's cologne and his mouth tasted like mint. As Angie felt his arms around her she began to have familiar, but unaccountable feelings. Waves of pleasure began to build in her and before she could stop herself Angie returned his kiss. His arms holding her, his lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth were making her light headed. Pressing her lips more tightly to his, her tongue reached for his and she felt him tighten his embrace. When at last he broke off their kiss, Angie had to breathe deeply to catch her breath. She should have been terrified, but she was feeling more intrigued and starting to wonder who this man was and her fear was slowly being replaced by a growing interest in what was happening, going to happen, and her surroundings. "That, was much better, don't you think Angie?"..he asked. Before she could stop herself, Angie replied, "how did you know my name......" He motioned toward the doorway and there on a small foyer table was her handbag, the wallet open next to it and her shopping bag from the mall. "I see,.." she said quietly. "Don't worry, I am not interested in robbing you, dear girl," he said, and Angie thought she heard a bit of warmth in his voice. Angie gathered herself, "So, what is your name?"., she asked. She saw a smile play across his lips. "You may call me John," he responded. "Well, now that we seem to be getting to know each other better, why don't we try and relax a bit," he said, and turned to walk over to a straight-backed chair sitting in the middle of the room. He sat down, looked at her and motioned for her to come closer. Angie hesitated a moment then walked a few steps to where he sat and stopped about 10 feet away. "No, come closer," he said and motioned for her to move toward him. Angie took a few more steps and stopped just within arms reach in front of him. She looked at him sitting there in front of her, relaxed and confident. For a moment he sat there regarding her with interest. She saw that he was looking her over carefully, appraising her as his eyes moved from her head to her feet and slowly back again. "Angie, why don't you try and relax a bit, take off your jacket," he said at last. Angie suddenly felt snapped back to reality and her fear began to return. He didn't move toward her, but sat motionless and waited for her response. After a few long and quiet moments, he said "Angie, do you want me to take your jacket off for you?" "No," she said and reached for the top button on her blue business suit. As she slowly undid the buttons, Angie watched for some reaction, but saw nothing, he simply waited until she had opened all the buttons and, then he nodded in her direction and she slid the jacket off her shoulders and held it in front of her. He held out his hand to take her jacket but she didn't want to let go of her garments, and clutched it closely to her. He rose from his chair and stood in front of her and gently took hold of her suit jacket and turned and placed it over the back of the chair. Angie now stood in wearing a white silk blouse and dark blue slacks. The blouse was slightly sheer and suddenly Angie could feel his eyes on her. As she glanced down she could see that her bra was clearly visible through the blouse, and she imagined that he could see the small bumps her nipples made through her clothes. "You are a very pretty woman," he said after a while. She tried to meet his gaze to show that she was not afraid. As she looked back at him, he was silent but nodded in her direction again, this time she knew what he wanted. "No, please...," she said, in what she hoped was a firm voice. He regarded her for a moment and reached out with his left hand and carefully took the top button of her blouse in his fingers. With a quick twist and flick he opened the button and Angie felt her heart quicken. His hand dropped to his side. "Now you....go on," he said, with a wry smile. Angie realized what he was asking. Resigned to her fate, Angie looked back into his eyes and reached for the second button and, with as much defiance as possible, opened it. He smiled back at her. "Good, that is much better, " he said, more softly now. "Go on now...finish...," he said. Angie tried to relax and show no fear. She reached up again and opened the remaining buttons, leaving her blouse hanging open, her white bra, and the soft skin of her belly showing. He stood still, watching her for a moment before he started to walk around her. He placed his hand on her as if to reassure and, as he passed behind her, started to slowly slide her blouse off her shoulders. Angie reached to pull the buttons closed but his voice in her ear stopped her. "No!...just relax Angie, it is going to be fine,". Angie relaxed her grip and he pulled the blouse from her hands and walked back in front of her. She stood there wearing a white blouse, hands across her breasts, head down feeling a rush of embarrassment. He took her chin in his hand and gently lifted it so that their eyes met. He smiled again, and softly said, "Don't be shy Angie, let me see you", and he took her hands in his and moved them to her side. He looked down at her chest. "Ohhhh Angie, what a big girl you are", he said softly as he regarded her breasts. Her breasts were size 44D, round and very full. They spilled from the top of her bra and stood out firmly from her chest. "You have very lovely breasts, Angie. I had no idea. Do you mind?", he asked as he reached up and gently cupped her soft full breasts in both his hands. She felt him squeeze her tenderly and lift and weigh her in his hands. "Does that feel good Angie?", he asked. "Go on, you can tell me," he said. Angie fought against the feeling but his hands were so warm and firm. He felt so tender but strong, she felt her heart racing and could also feel her nipples hardening under his touch. Being touched in this way was starting to arouse Angie, but the woman was determined no to express her feelings. He noticed it too and she felt his fingers gently stroke and start to roll her nipples through the thin material of her bra. "It looks like you do like it, after all", he chuckled as he pulled gently at her erect nipple through her bra. "You should be proud Angie, you have beautiful breasts. For a woman your age, I would say they are spectacular". He released her breasts and returned to the chair and sat down. He sat for a moment before he said, "OK, now the pants.."he said in a firmer more commanding voice. Angie's heart jumped. Standing there in her bra, being handled, touched by this stranger in this strange place was bad enough but the idea of showing more of herself to her captor caused Angie's mind to race. "Don't be shy now, Angie, go on.... or do I have to do it myself?". he asked, his voice on taking on the harder edge it had earlier. Something in his voice told her that it was no use to resist and that her safety depended on her full compliance with this man. She took a deep breath and, with as much courage as she could muster, she reached down and unsnapped then unzipped her slacks. She waited a moment, then slowly slid her slacks down over her full, round hips and then on down her shapely legs. She kicked off first one then the other of her shoes, then lifting her legs she finished taking off her pants. She looked up at him and saw he was smiling back at her. With her last shreds of defiance, , she tossed her pants toward him and he caught them then folded and laid them over the back of the chair with her jacket and blouse. Angie was now clad only in her bra and panties. Her panties were also white, nylon, medium bikini cut. Angie was thankful that she had not worn anything sexier today. She had a few pairs of very exotic, sheer panties hidden away at home but today had chosen a more conservative pair. For some reason though she was glad though that she had shaved that morning and her legs and body were smooth....... He rose from where he sat and crossed the room to the couch against the far wall. With quick motions he removed the cushions and opened the full sized bed and placed pillow against the head. He looked back across the room to where she stood and in that moment Angie knew that he would not stop until he had taken her completely. Her illusions of perhaps talking him out of raping her vanished and she fully understood his intentions. Angie decided then and there that she would not cooperate any further. In spite of her earlier promises, whatever happened from this point on, she decided she would resist. For a few long moments she gazed back at him, met his gaze and finally spoke. "No more, whatever you are thinking, that is all, I am leaving right now, you have had your sick fun, but now it is over". With a determined expression on her face she stepped across the room and reached to snatch her clothes back from the chair. He rose and intercepted her and grabbed her wrists in his hands. "It looks like we are going to have to finish this the hard way, after all he said", with a hard edge to his voice. Pulling her roughly across the room he pushed her down onto the sofa bed. She landed hard and bounced, and before she could rise he grabbed a restraint attached to the headboard and quickly snapped it onto her wrist. He then reached across her body and pulling her arm out firmly found another and retrained her other wrist. Angie bucked her body and kicked out catching him a glancing blow in the ribs. She heard him exhale sharply and felt him press his body harder down onto her. For a moment she continued to thrash under him, but soon she tired and lay still. Angie realized that he had carefully prepared to restrain her. The straps were just the correct length and securely attached to the bed frame. "Now, just lay still and I won't have to hurt you", he said. He raised up and sat next to her, reached down and lifted two similar restraints from the bottom of the bed and, with velcro straps attached them one of them to each of her ankles. Angie was now tied spread eagle on her back on the bed. As she pulled and tested the cloth restraints she found that, although they did not cut into or hurt her wrists or ankles, she could not free herself. He stood over her and looked at her displayed there before him. "You look very sexy like that Angie, very erotic indeed. I would bet that you have never been in this position before have you"? Angie looked back at him and her eyes blazed with anger and defiance. She would not give him the pleasure of any more answers. He waited a moment and then said, "OK, you want to give me the silent treatment? We'll see what happens." He then walked over to the table where her purse and shopping bag were. He picked up her wallet and paged through the photos therein. "Hmmmmm, let's see here, nice family,.... husband... he is a lot older than you isn't he?... and who is this?... your daughter?... yes I can see the resemblance.... ahhhhh a grandchild!?!... he said in surprise... "yes it must be, but you don't look old enough", he said as he looked over at Angie tied there on the bed. "No," he said, "you definitely are not the grandmother type are you Angie"? Angie felt more exposed by his looking through her private family photos than she did by laying partially naked and spread lewdly out before him. After a moment he replaced her wallet and picked up her shopping bag. Angie's heart began to beat wildly. "Please, please, please DON"T let him look inside", she silently prayed. But with growing alarm she watched as he reached inside and withdrew a smaller pink plastic bag. She watched with dismay as he opened it and looked inside. She saw his eyes widen and then watched as he smiled at the contents. He looked back across to where she lay, and said, "Angie! "I had no idea.... what a very sexy, sexy girl you are". Her heart sank when he reached inside and pulled out the items still partially wrapped in tissue paper. Her final shopping stop at the mall had been to the Fredericks store, where she had picked out a bra and panty set. They were nothing like the ones she wore that day, or on most days for that matter. She had purchased a pair of tiny see through bikini panties and a matching bra. Both barely large enough to contain and surely not enough to conceal her body. Over the years as her husband had cooled in his ardor, Angie had returned to the private pastime she had learned as a young girl to satisfy her special, intimate needs. Her husband did not know her secret, and Angie was far too shy to ever tell him. She expected that even if he did not react with disapproval, he would surely not want to participate or share her private passions. Angie discovered the pleasure of self sex as young girl and had returned to her secret pleasure more and more in the recent years. As a girl, alone in her bed at night she would allow her hands to roam and explore her developing body and her adolescent excitement would build as she fantasized about faceless lovers touching her. She soon discovered the secret source of her pleasure. Hidden between her legs, tucked into the tight folds of her vagina, she found a tiny bud that, when touched in just the right way, caused her to writhe with pleasure and delight and then stiffen and finally spasm with release. She kept her nightly pastime a secret and stopped when she married, only indulging in the act on those rare occasions when she was alone and had not had sex in a while. In recent years since her sex life had slowed to the point that is was almost non-existent, and sex drive had grown much stronger, Angie had returned to her youthful pastime with renewed interest. Her sessions now usually started with her showering, shaving and oiling her body and then putting on some of the most erotic undergarments she could find. She would then stand in front of a large bedroom mirror and drink in the sight of her body dressed in the type of erotic clothing she imagined that exotic dancers or prostitutes wore. She would take out her secret sex magazines and flip slowly through the pages as her arousal grew, and imagine that she was one of the women posing there. The sight of her body, fresh from the shower, glowing, smooth and wearing such revealing and sexually explicit things aroused Angie as she considered how she looked, and she often started her masturbatory sessions by posing in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She would sometimes pretend that she was on stage at some sex club and was being watched by a small group of men and couples, all with hot and hungry eyes. She liked to sit on the end of the bed, pretending she was in front of her unseen audience stroking her breasts until her nipples were hard and erect, then run her hands down along her torso and open her legs to show them her most secret and erotic area. The panties she liked to wear during her little "shows" were the thinnest and smallest she could find and they would barely contain her round, feminine mound. As she would spread her legs the thin material would stretch tightly over her vagina and her plump outer lips would be exposed, spilling out from the sides of the crotch. As she grew more excited her wetness would become visible through her panties at the lower part of her slit. The sight of her posed like, in front of her imagined voyeurs gave her lewd thoughts and never failed to complete her arousal and would cause her to reach for her toy. She would tease herself with her vibrator and run it over and along her pussy watching as the wetness spread until the crotch of her panties were soaked and transparent. It was just such a pair of flimsy, tiny white panties that he now held between his fingers. He put her under things on the table and smiled at her. "Well Angie, lets see what else you have in here" he laughed. Her embarrassment was evident and Angie's face was now bright red. She flushed with shame and could not bear to look at him. She could only hope that he would not look further into the contents of her shopping bag. As embarrassed as she was by him finding her erotic underwear the thought of him finding what else she had was devastating to her. She had stopped at an out of the way roadside shop earlier in the day, when there would be no other customers to witness her other, more secret purchase. It was a shop she had visited several times over the past year. She had driven past many times over the years and her curiosity grew until one morning last year when she passed and there were no cars parked outside so she stopped, gathered her courage put on a pair of dark glasses and entered. Her first experience in that kind of store was both frightening and thrilling. It was a typical sex shop, with the windows covered so that those inside were hidden from passing eyes. Angie heart was racing and her eyes were wide taking in the exotic sights all around her. Magazines of all types were displayed on shelves, paperback books in another section. She slowly walked down the aisle looking at the covers of the magazines and saw all manner of sexual acts and combinations. Men and women, alone and together, naked and fully engaged in all types of sexual acts were depicted in explicit detail. She saw lurid color photos of women together and.....men together!.. something she had never seen before and found strangely compelling. She was both a bit surprised, and strangely excited. The thought of her, a "good girl" being in such a forbidden place gave her a thrill. She walked across the rear of the store and saw a few coin operated video booths, each with curtain screen and a small bench inside for one person to sit and a small screen to watch. And across one wall in a glass display were the objects of her search. Her eyes widened as she saw the number and variety of sexual aids, "sex toys" as they were called. She walked along the case, her palms sweating and her heart racing. She could see small white vibrators, long thin shafts, short fat rubber plugs, and some very realistic looking dildos. She was too nervous to stay long and consider all the items displayed at that time, so on that first visit she quickly selected and purchased a plain white vibrator from the disinterested middle aged man behind the counter. Her subsequent visits were much the same. She would stop in early when no other cars were in the lot, and quickly enter to make her purchases. Although she knew that she could make similar purchases from certain mail order catalogs or from sources on the internet, the feared the possibility of her husband or children opening a package and discovering her secret. But there was another reason though that she patronized that shop. She always felt a lewd rush of sexual excitement from her forbidden visits. The interior of the shop with its images and items displayed for her always left her wet and aroused when she would leave. Every few weeks Angie would drive across town to the store and wait until there were no other customers, then enter. After the first few visits she became less nervous and spent more time browsing the merchandise, flipping through the magazines and looking at the videos and sex toys displayed for sale. On her visits she had bought a few paperback sex novels, some very explicit men's magazine full of photos of women portrayed in various sexual acts, and once a women's sex magazine, (although she later learned it was mostly purchased by gay men) and just today she had made her most recent purchase. Now with total dismay and growing shame Angie watched as he reached into her shopping bag and took out the white bag in the bottom, the one she had planned to slip into the secret hiding place where she kept her other "private" things. He put it on the table and opened it. His eyes opened wide and she heard him exhale between his teeth. "Angie, ....." , he said almost too softly to hear. "Oh my.... you are a very, very nasty girl.. Aren't you...?" She watched as he reached down into the bag and withdrew her latest treasure. "No......please don't...", she moaned, "please, just...................don't" her voice shaking with shame. But it was too late and she watched as he lifted a large, realistic dildo and held it in his hands. It was one she had seen on one of her first visits to the sex shop. She loved the way it looked displayed there in the case, so life like and erotic. It was flesh colored, about 10" long and very thick, with veins and ridges detailed perfectly and in perfect proportion. At the base were a lovely set of large round balls pulled up tight and firm as if an orgasm was imminent. The advertisement said it was an exact replica of the erect member of a famous male porn star. The head was full, round and fat, and a darker shade than the shaft. On each visit to the shop Angie had spent a few long moments gazing at this particular instrument her interest and curiosity growing each time she saw it. She longed to touch and feel its heft, see if it was hard and firm or soft yielding. She imagined running her fingers along the thick, long shaft and even kissing and licking the plum shaped head. She had seen her share of cocks over the years, but this one was larger and more perfectly shaped than any. On each visit she would examine it displayed there in the glass case and longed to feel and posses the lewd and swollen member. And at night she often thought about it as she pleasured herself. The large toy reminded Angie of a cock in one of the magazines she had purchased at the shop. It was a close-up photo of a man from the waist down sitting nude a naked woman at his feet facing the camera. She held his large, erect cock in her hand as if to display it. The sight of the woman's hand holding his cock and her eyes looking out at her as if to ask her what she thought of it, almost as if she were offering it to Angie, stayed with her and she often turned to that page as she climbed to her orgasmic peak. He captor now held the cock in his hands, turning it over and examining it closely, running his fingers up and down along the thick full shaft. For some reason the sight of him handling it that way was strangely sexual and Angie blushed even harder for her feelings. When she had finally decided to purchase her new toy, Angie couldn't wait for the chance to use it and tonight was to be her first. Her husband was out of town and she had no plans to be with her children or friends. She had planned to go home, shower and relax, then spend a few moments looking over some erotic email from a man she corresponded with to get her juices flowing and then to pose for her own enjoyment in her new panties until she was ready. She loved to watch herself play. She had discovered that when she first started looking at her refection as she oiled her body and prepared to please herself. Then later when she brought out her first vibrator, she caught the sight of herself as she used it and the image she saw gave her a thrill of excitement. She had taken to placing herself at the foot of her bed directly in front of her bedroom mirror, a magazine open on the bed next to her. She would page through the erotica and sit so that she could watch as she stroked herself and probed and slid her vibrator along her pussy until she erupted. Now here she was, helpless as a strange man exposed her deepest secrets and had her completely at his mercy. He finally walked across the room to where she was laying. He still held her dildo. He stopped next to her and looked down. "Let's see what Angie really looks like, shall we?", he asked. He reached down and unhooked her bra from the front and pulled it off her. "Mmmmmmm, very nice,.... you have very nice tits Angie", he said as they spilled from her cups. Her breasts were full and round, with small pink nipples, erect from her excitement and shame. He reached down and cupped one in his hand and squeezed. Angie tried to resist but could not move, and he just smiled again and reached with his other hand for her other breast and held them both. He then sat down next to her. Angie turned her head away, but her took her chin in his hand and pulled her back to face him. She saw that he was looking down her torso towards her belly and beyond. Angie tried unsuccessfully to turn her body away or close her legs, but her efforts just caused her panties to shift and bunch up more showing a bit of her full outer lips so she laid still. He reached down and stroked her soft, round belly, running his hand down across her tummy to her left thigh and back up her right and on up to her breast. Again, this time straight down across her belly to her mound, where he stopped and cupped her there. Angie tensed for a moment, then relaxed, hoping he would stop. "Angie..."??, he said sounding a bit puzzled. In that moment Angie knew that he had discovered her most intimate secret. For the last several years, Angie had taken to shaving her pussy completely. She had seen some women groomed that way in the sex magazines and thought that it looked very sexy. So on a lark one day had shaved herself. She was delighted with the results. He mound was full and round and her outer pussy lips were firm, plump and, exposed to view, they looked inviting and juicy. When she touched herself the sensation was also heightened and when she sat on the edge of her bed and watched as she used her vibrator the view was so much more intense and vivid that she orgasmed almost immediately. Since that time Angie had kept herself smoothly shaved and had done so just that morning anticipating using her new toy. Angie knew as he touched her then that he could feel her smoothness. She tried to clamp herself together as she felt him pull her panties to the side to expose her lips. "Mmmmmmmmm....very nice", he said. His voice thick and horse, very different now. His tone was full of sexual arousal. Angie could tell that, as excited as he might have been before, the sight of her smooth round pussy had now brought him to complete arousal. He reached into his pocket and took out a small folding knife and opened the blade. Angie's heart leaped to her throat. He brought the blade down to her side and, lifting her side band, cut it through. Then taking the other side in his fingers he pulled her panties completely off, exposing her totally. Angie closed her eyes for a moment and waited for him to say or do something. When she heard nothing she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. His eyes were now sparkling and bright. He stood up next to her and pulled his sweater over his head, revealing a well muscled chest, lightly covered with a V of hair trailing down over his belly. He then unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, and took them off. He was standing there is dark bikini underwear. She could clearly see the bulge of him between his legs. He reached down and, as she watched slowly slid he shorts off. When he stood again, she could not take her eyes off his cock. It was not huge, but hung thick and swollen between his legs. He was circumcised and the head of his cock was pronounced. The shaft was about 8" long, heavy and hanging down and as she watched it seemed to grow and swell. He raised one knee and placed it on the bed next to her, bringing his cock much closer to her face. She could see it much more clearly now and could see the thick blue veins pulsing and that the head was definitely growing larger. He was silent but she sensed his growing arousal as his breathing deepened and quickened. He leaned over and again ran his hands over her soft, full breasts and down across her belly to her feminine mound. "You look so....so....young,... down there.....", he said almost to himself, his cock now closer to her face swelling and starting to become erect. Angie sensed the source of his arousal, "young...", he had said. She had thought the same thing herself sometimes when she looked at her freshly shaved pubes. He ran his fingers along her slit and she gasped involuntarily when he encountered her clit. As he used his finger to open her lips, Angie was amazed at how wet she felt. In spite of her terror she was soaked as if she was about to cum. Angie felt something she had never experienced before, a feeling of deep and intense arousal at the idea of being taken, helpless, but loving it. She shivered at the thought becoming aware of her increasing sexual feelings. She felt somehow wanton and lewd and the thought of it gave her additional shivers. She could feel him opening her lips to see her aroused state and she knew from her many evenings of self pleasure just what he was seeing. He inner lips would be swollen and her opening would be bright red and dripping with her thick juices. He found her clit and rubbed it gently and she could not help but lift herself to meet him. He then reached down and took his cock in his hand and lifted it, as if to display it to her. As he did she could see that he was reaching full arousal and becoming fully erect. The head of his cock was now much larger and darker, almost purple. She could see that several large clear drops of pre cum had leaked from the slit at the tip of his cock and that the head now glistened wetly. He saw her watching him and he slowly milked his now fully hard cock shaft and smiled down at her as more drops of his clear fluid oozed out and ran down his shaft. He ran his fingers over the head and she saw how much wetness had gathered there. She watched as he lifted his fingers from his cock and brought them to her mouth. Before she could turn her head away he stroked her lips with his still wet fingers and she could taste him on her lips. The taste and smell was as good as she remembered from her past experiences. He then did something unexpected. He took his cock in his hand and again milked more drops of pre cum to the head and took them on his finger. But rather than reach for her mouth again, he lifted them to his mouth and said. "Turn about is fair play", and took them into mouth. The sight and idea of him tasting himself that way gave her a deep shiver of excitement. Despite her situation Angie was becoming more and more sexually aroused, the woman did not know what to think. Feelings of shame, passion, curiosity, fear and longing rushed through her. He then reached over and picked up her dildo. As she watched he held it in one hand while he stroked it up and down with the other. He then wrapped his fingers around the base and slowly ran them up towards the head as if he were jacking it off, then near the top, he slowly brought his hand down along the thick meaty shaft. Angie was mesmerized at the sight of him masturbating that large cock. It was something she had been anticipating doing since she had purchased it and now here was her captor, seemingly able to read her mind, doing exactly as she had imagined. "Well, "he said... "which shall it be, me or him..". At first Angie didn't understand what he was saying, then she realized he was asking which cock she wanted, his or the dildo. Unable to answer, she just stared back at him, so he smiled and said, "OK, .... maybe both then,". With that he took the dildo and brought it to her lips. He rubbed the thick rubber head against her lips. The feeling almost as if it was real. The head was perfectly plum shaped and with the cock so close she could see the incredible detail of her new toy. As he continued to rub the dildo across her lips, Angie suddenly realized he was waiting for her to open her mouth and take it. "Come on, aren't you going to get him ready for you,", he said. "It will feel so much better if he is nice and wet for you don't you think?", he asked. Angie felt she had no choice but to open her mouth and accept the dildo. As she did he slid just the head in and she wrapped her lips around it. It filled her mouth and the fat, thick head felt at once lewd and delicious to her. Also, being forced to commit this lewd act while being watched by a stranger caused sparks of excitement to tingle deep inside the woman. "Go, on.. make him nice and wet for you..suck him, Angie", he said. The two people were staring deep into each others eyes and Angie's feelings of arousal began to grow. Seeing him nod at her the woman started to use her tongue and as she did she felt how real the cock was and as she did he started to gently move in and out of her mouth in short strokes, just as if there was another man there, becoming more excited as she sucked him. While this was happening, she watched as he took his cock in his other hand and started to slowly stroke it up and down, his finger wrapped around the shaft at the base like she had seen boys and men do so many times before. Angie was no stranger to male masturbation. It was something she had seen many times and found erotic. He seemed to read her mind and said to her,... "This looks hot, doesn't it? You like watching me jack off, don't you Angie?" he said never taking his eyes from hers. The sound of his voice talking to her as he pumped his hard cock aroused Angie and she nodded in agreement. Slowly he pulled the dildo from her lips. As he did Angie tried to give it a final coating of saliva and it left her mouth trailing strings of wetness from her mouth. He moved the fake cock down to her pussy and rubbed the head up and down her now soaked slit. The feeling was delicious and Angie could not help but look down and watch as the thick shaft moved along her pussy, the head spreading her plump lips wide as it sought entrance. As he neared her opening, he gently pushed in and it began to enter her. He slowly fucked the large cock in and out in short strokes, each stroke becoming easier as she opened wider and the dildo got wetter from her juices. Angie looked down now and the sight of the big, thick cock entering her naked smooth mound was more than she could bear. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm.. " she moaned, unable to hold it in any longer. He smiled and said, "I know, it looks nice doesn't it? It looks so good,... your wet open pussy taking that big thick cock." His voice saying such erotic things gave Angie deep shivers of excitement. Angie looked down and saw that the dildo was now almost halfway in and sliding more easily with each stroke, the shaft now glistening with her female juices. The feeling of pleasure were growing more intense by the moment and Angie tried to open her restrained legs to accommodate the cock. John saw her straining, so reached down and untied both legs so that she could fully accept her cock. As he did Angie lifted both legs up and pulled them apart slightly. This allowed him to fuck her more deeply with the dildo and it soon was almost all the way in. In the silence she heard the sound of it sliding in and out of her, the soft sucking sound of each stroke came to her ears and excited Angie even more. She felt her orgasm in the distance and knew that her arousal would increase until she exploded. He saw the change in her and moved himself up over her head so that his hard cock was inches from her mouth. Without him saying a word Angie opened her mouth and accepted his cock. This was the real thing and the taste was what Angie craved at the moment. He fucked his hips toward her and she soon was sucking him deeply. She felt him tense in her mouth and she knew he was also passing the point of no return. As their passion intensified Angie felt him shift and turn his body so that he was now kneeling astride her head, facing toward her feet. He angled his cock downward so that he was still deep in her mouth and then leaned forward so that his face was over her belly and he was now looking directly at her pussy. With her leg restraints removed Angie had raised her legs so that the thick, full shaft of her new toy could easily penetrate her aroused pussy. She had always thought of herself as being rather small there, whenever she had fingered herself she felt snug, and when she had first purchased this large cock she wondered if she could accommodate it within her. But being swollen and wet as she was she could feel that her captor was able to fuck her with long deep strokes. As he leaned down over her pussy her captor could see much more clearly now how she looked while fucking. Her pussy lips were fully spread and bulged out around the head of the cock with each stroke in and out. Since she was pulled open by the large cock head he could also see that her clit was aroused and peeking from the firm thick folds at the top of her slit. It was a bit more pronounced than some he had seen and it seemed to wink at him as it appeared each time the cock entered and spread her open. He also saw that in her excitement the juices had flowed from her and had trickled from her pussy down towards her ass. With her legs lifted like that he could see her more clearly as she lifted herself up to meet each thrust, and the sight of that thick long, adult cock fucking her smooth, young and hairless cunt was somehow more erotic and forbidden than if she were not shaved. She looked.....young,... very young.... and the sight excited him even more. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the top of her smooth mound. The smell and sight of her drove him on and he kissed her again, more deeply, opening his mouth and running his tongue along her slit. He started at the top where her opening began and slid his tongue down and over her clit. As he slowly licked over the hood covering her clit, he could feel her small bump in his mouth. He stopped there and, with his free hand pulled her open wider so that he could see and reach her better. He could now clearly see her tiny clit. It was red and swollen and looked very much like a tiny cock. It was erect with a small thin shaft and even had a nub at the tip like a little cockhead. It looked so appealing that he could not help but to open his mouth and take her clit and start to suck it. As he did he felt her immediate response. She bucked under him at this additional direct stimulation and he heard her give a deep, primal groan. She also started sucking his cock much harder and deeper. He was now fucking her with her dildo, giving her deep long strokes, and increasing the speed as her passion grew. The sound of the long, thick device making deep sucking sounds from the wetness of her body, now filled the room. He continued sucking and licking her clit as she writhed under him and sucked his cock with wild abandon. He could feel her orgasm approaching so he intensified his efforts and it seemed for a moment to drive her wild. She stopped sucking him and took his cock in her hand. "Ahhhhhhhhh,yessssss......there.......oooggggmmmmyyyygggggooooooodddddd.............."she gasped. She exploded and he could now taste her orgasm as a different kind of wetness flowed from her. She then stiffened and held still for a moment, so he stopped fucking and eating her and simply held the sex toy deep inside her. He could feel her pussy contacting and pulling on the cock, gripping it tightly as he held it inside. After a moment, as her spasms eased, he raised up, and slowly withdrew the dildo from her dripping pussy. When the head finally popped from her opening, her swollen red lips remained open giving him a clear view of her hot fuckhole. Placing the wet, slippery dildo on the bed next to her, shifted and turned himself around so that he was now kneeling between her still wide spread thighs. "Now, it's my turn"' he said, bringing the head of his still rock hard cock to her pussy. "Do you like the idea of having two men, taking turns with you Angie?', he asked. "Do you want me to have you now that he has fucked you?'. He ran the head of his cock up and down along her still wet and dripping slit. From the top all the way down past the opening to her pussy almost to the tight, pink little rosebud that was her ass, and then slowly back up again. "Well, tell me Angie, do you want me now?, he asked again. Angie looked down and saw him poised between her legs, his cock sliding along her slit, she could feel it probing her opening. She shuddered at the thought of having two men take her in such quick succession. She no longer considered herself a captive, but a willing participant and her need could not be denied. "Yes," she said. "Yes, do it!", she hissed. "Mmmmmm", he responded, "that's my girl, so hot and nasty" Tell me where you want me," he continued. Eager for him now, Angie said, "inside me". "Here......?", he asked again as he slid his cock up to her wet open hole and stopped. Angie arched her back up to meet him. "Yessssssss.........." she hissed. "Right there..". "And what to you call this little hole?" he inquired. Angie, now growing more excited, eager and anxious by the moment, wanted to feel his hot cock inside her finally spoke.... "My pussy..." she panted, "fuck my pussy.." "Ahhhhhh...yes.... your pussy...your sweet little smooth pussy.. so pretty..... so round and nice...." he said and slid an inch or two inside her as she lifted her knees up and opened herself wider to accept him. "But here... this little hole.." he asked as his cock probed her,.. " what do you call this sweet little, pink hole inside your pussy", he continued, "tell me...." he insisted. Angie had a secret vocabulary she used in her mind when she imagined being fucked or doing the erotic, exciting things she imagined while masturbating, and she knew what he wanted to hear. The sex words she never said aloud that brought her so much intense pleasure when she played with her body, burned in her mind with a combination of shame and desire. Finally, as he continued to tease and withhold his cock from fully entering her, Angie could take no more. "It's my fuck hole," she panted, "I call it my fuck hole", as she pumped her hips up toward him. "Ahhhhhh, I like that Angie," he responded, his voice now heavy and thick with passion too. "Yeah, I want to take your little fuck hole and feel you wrapped around me," he said and slowly entered her, inch by inch until his full sack rested against her ass. "Ahhhhh.....", he said, "that feels so good". Her pussy, although freshly fucked by that monster dildo and full of her cum juices, was wrapped tightly around his cock like a hot sheath. He started to pump her and soon his cock was soaked, slick and sliding easily in and out of Angie's tight pussy. Angie looked up at him and saw that he was looking down toward where his cock was going in and out and she followed his gaze. She had always loved the sight of her pussy being fucked. Sometimes over the years when they had sex and her husband had his eyes closed she would sneak peeks downwards, but with his large belly she was unable to see much. Her captor however had a flat stomach and Angie had a clear view of his hard, wet cock sliding in and out of her. She loved the sight of them fucking. Although he was not as large as her new toy, his cock was real and attached to a man that surely knew how to use it and seemed to be lost in fucking her. His cock was now fully hard and the head was swollen and deep red. As he pulled out with each stroke she could see the entire length of him wet and shiny from her juice and she also saw that the hair at the base of his cock was also soaked as were his full and heavy balls. He liked the feeling of his full wet sack slapping against her ass when she had her legs raised and she felt another orgasm in the distance. He looked at her and suddenly asked if she wanted him to release her hands. Angie hesitated a moment before she replied, "yes, please...". Slowing his pace for a moment, he reached up and with one hand untied her left wrist then reached with his other hand and loosened the other. It felt good to lower her arms and Angie reached around his waist to feel his body on her. For some reason, now that she was unfettered Angie felt more taken and possessed than when she had been restrained. They started to move more closely in unison now, their bodies seeming to melt together in the heat of passion. "Do you want to cum again"? he asked . Angie did not want to say it, but her body was betraying her. Finally, after several long moments of building pleasure, she gasped and said, "yes! give me more! I wanna cum again.. I need to cum again,..please", she cried. He smiled down at her as he increased the depth and intensity of his pumping, "go on then,...do it.....it's OK.....", he said as he closely watched her. Angie knew what she needed now, but held back. When she felt this way there was something that always brought her to the highest level or erotic excitement. Whether she was alone or with a partner, it never failed to give her final boost she needed for her strongest orgasms. He seemed to know that she was holding back and from the way he was looking at her Angie imagined that he knew what it was she wanted to do. He held her gaze for a moment then looked down at her pussy where they were joined and then back to her face. Angie knew then she could not wait any longer and she slowly reached her left hand down across her belly, between their bodies until she touched the soft mound of her pussy. Her fingers spread her outer lips open near the top of her slit and she reached for her hot, erect clitoris. He continued fucking her as she wet her fingers with her juices til they slid smoothly on her center of excitement. Angie grunted with pleasure as she began running her wet, slick fingers across her tight little clit . She closed her eyes and found her rhythm and began to jack herself, almost immediately feeling an additional rush of pleasure. When she opened her eyes she saw that he was fixated on her hand moving between them on her sweet little bud. He seemed fascinated and she found that she liked having him watch her touch herself. "Mmmmmmm, yes.. ", he hissed. "Jack off for me baby,.....jack off your hot little clit.....cum with me", he panted. The sound of his words have her additional jolts of pleasure and Angie felt her climax approaching and knew she would not be able to wait. She straightened one leg as she always did when she orgasmed and that seemed to signal him that she was ready. His tempo quickened and she could feel his cock stiffening and swelling inside her. The feeling of his approaching orgasm was all she needed to reach her orgasm. Her climax Angie like a jackhammer, one of the strongest she had ever experienced. Her pussy clutched his cock and she felt the release of her cum juice with her deep inner spasms. As she was gasping and grunting in orgasm under him, Angie felt him grow more tense, his strokes becoming shorter and then start jerking over her, his strokes shorter and his breath coming in hot gasps. He felt larger and harder inside her and his body tensed, she saw every muscle of his lean hard torso stand out in relief. She suddenly felt hotter and much wetter inside and knew that it was the combination of her female juice and his male cum, and in the moment after that felt that hot wetness leaking from her around the shaft of his cock, and trickling down over her ass. They held their positions for several long moments, their hot breath slowing, and their bodies now wet with a combination of sweat and sexual juices. Angie lowered her legs and let her arms fall from around his body. He then slowly withdrew himself from her tight sheath and slid off the bed. He stood watching her for a moment, then crossed to the table and picked up several white towels and returned handing the to her. Angie, covered and began to dry and clean herself. She was feeling a combination of shame and returning fear. He was already dressing and, as if reading her mind, looked at her and said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Angie.......and I am not going to harm you". He reached for her hand and helped her to her feet. She stood unsteadily for a moment then her gestured to the alcove in the corner and she walked over and behind the screen. In a moment he handed her clothes over to her and she dressed and composed herself. As she dressed she felt the dark cotton replaced over her head. This time she did not resist and followed him as he led her by the hand slowly back through the house and into the garage where her again laid her across the back seat. The drive this time was silent and at last the car stopped and the back door opened she felt herself helped to stand. "Don't take the hood off for a bit, OK honey", he softly. The she heard him get back in the car and drive away. After standing there silently for a moment Angie removed the hood to find she was standing alongside her office building and could see her car parked just across the lot. Clutching her purse she walked quickly to her car as if coming out of a dream. All the way home Angie felt wetness between her legs, and knew her experience was real. She wondered how it had all happened. And she smiled.

Series Title: Highbury Tales By: Alexander Sunshine Episode 7: Linda's Revenge ************************************** From the beginning of her sojourn at the Greenleaf mansion, Alice took on the habit of sending out the laundry early in the morning on Tuesday-s. She rather enjoyed this household chore. Once every two weeks she would gather up the dirty laundry throughout the house and load it all into a cart. Then she would have a pleasant walk for about three-quarters of a mile through the nearby cemetary, the All Saints Funerary Grounds, on the way to the washer-man's store-front. (Despite the natural morbidity of such a place, she found it to be a well-kept and pleasant park.) Typically, at about the same time the next morning she would walk back to the washer-man's and bring the clean and folded laundry back. And so all of the tedious work of soaking and rinsing and sorting and folding was not up to her; she was thankful for that. It was such a laundry-Tuesday-morning when she walked down the hallway, upstairs in the Greenleaf mansion, and she noticed that the door to Bill's bedroom was ajar. Before she could wonder whether he was in his room, she was distracted by the sound of water dripping and moving in the bathroom nearby. Before she could wonder whether it was Bill in the bathroom, she heard him sneeze and clear his throat in such a way that it was obviously him and not Brian nor Rupbert. At that point Alice thought that she could take Bill's laundry too. He might not approve of her going through his things while he was not there, but the opportunity proved far too enticing to resist. Alice knew that Bill always spent an inordinate amount of time in the bath-tub, and so despite her better judgement, she decided to look inside. It was quite messy inside of Bill's bedroom, Alice had not noticed this the one other time she had ventured inside. There was a pile of dirty dishes with dried up food and bones on his desk. There was a surprising amount of clothing strewn about, given that he had arrived with only one suit-case. She approached the desk to gawk at the dirty dishes when she noticed that one of the desk drawers was opened slightly. "I wonder what he would keep in his desk," she thought. "Perhaps it would give some clue as to what he spends his time doing as he remains in here for hours on end!" She slowly opened the desk drawer, trying not to make too much noise. Inside she saw a few clear jars, and saw that they all had a fine white powder inside. Alice quickly closed the drawer. "If I'm going to get caught in here, I won't get caught snooping through his desk! There would be no excuse for that..." All of a sudden she heard movement just outside the door. She quickly reached down on the ground and picked up a shirt that crumpled up on the ground. After all, picking up laundry was her excuse for being in there. "Hey! What are you doing in here?" Bill said as he appeared in the doorway. As Alice turned to him, she was almost dumbstruck by his earthy masculine charm; she saw that he was wearing a bathrobe that exposed some of his chest. His wet hair was stringy and tousled, and his skin was flushed from having been in the hot water. "Good morning Bill, I was just picking up your dirty laundry so I can take it to the washer-man's along with the rest, and I wondered if you might like it if I tidied up your room a bit-" she rambled on. "I don't need you 'tidying up' my room." he said harshly but monotonously. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and her wrist and directed her out. As they both stepped out of the room, they almost bumped into Brian, who happened to be walking by at that instant. "Hey! What's going on?" he said. Bill asked coolly: "Why don't you mind you own business?" "It's okay Brian," Alice said unconvincingly; Bill still held her by her neck. "Bill is just annoyed at me for going into his bedroom to pick up his dirty laundry." "Get your hands off of her!" Brian asserted. At that instant, Rupbert came up the stairs and joined the fray. He was dressed to go to work, and he held a mug of coffee. "Hey, what's all the commotion up here!" he said. "Bill was attacking Alice!" Brian said. "What?" said Rupbert. Bill folded his arms together impatiently. He defended himself: "I was having a conversation with Alice, and this one here just butt-in and started making accusations. You've seen how he is, I dunno know why he's got such a hard-on for me." "'You've seen how he is,'" Brian mocked. "You've seen how *he* is. It's just like him to rough-house a young lady, he has no respect for anyone around him. Did you know that Bill came home very late other night, and he brought home two prostitutes?" "What? Is that true?" Rupbert asked, turning to Bill and Alice. Bill sighed. He did not look so cool for once. "Yeah, it's true." "Bill, I enjoy having you stay here, but that is unacceptable! They could have robbed us, or worse! Last year, Dr. Lance Avery, who lives on the other side of the park, his son brought home a prostitute one night while he was away. The woman had some thief friends that she let in, and they invaded the house and kept him hostage for days, and they robbed the house empty!" Bill spoke earnestly, and his manner of speaking turned uncharacteristically formal: "I'm sorry Rupee, I didn't use my best judgement. I was out drinking and the idea appealed to me at the time, any impropriety did not occur to my inebriated mind. Again, I'm sorry, it will never happen again." "Hmph," said Brian. Bill glared at him. Rupbert looked at them both and shrugged in exhasperation. "I'm going to be late for opening the bookstore," he said, and briskly walked back down the stairs. "Excuse me," Bill said, and he went into his room and slammed the door shut. After Alice and Brian went downstairs she followed him as he went to the sitting room. He sat down on the couch and stared sternly out the window. She said to him: "Why do you dislike Bill so much? Can't you two get along?" Brian turned to her. "Why do I dislike him? How can you even ask that? You've seen him for yourself! He's uncouth, inconsiderate, disrespectful..." As he listed each attribute he pumped his open hand up and down emphatically. "That doesn't mean you have to let him get to you." "I suppose." Brian said. He pressed his lips together, he knew he should not say what his real quarrel with Bill was, although Alice was well aware of it. "Let's talk about something else then." Alice sat down across from him and leaned forward. "Well, actually, there is something I have been meaning to talk to you about. For the past few months, you know, I have reading the old manuscripts of Nicholas Alset's. There is one machine in particular he describes in complete detail of how to build. At first, I assumed I did not understand what the machine was supposed to do because of my own incomplete knowledge, but as I went on reading I realized he was being purposefully mysterious, and goes out of his way to never even mention what the machine does! And I found that I can purchase the materials for the machine at the university." "Wow, that sounds exciting!" he said optimistically, his quarrel with Bill seemed to have been forgotten for the moment. "How long would it take you to build the machine?" "I think it would only take a few days at most. There is one problem though, I need your help." "What is it? I'd love to help!" She was happy to see his enthusiasm, but she sighed before she continued: "There's one problem, the parts would cost a bit of money. I was wondering if you would be interested in helping pay for them. Well, to be honest, not just help pay for them, but just pay for them; I don't have much money to speak of." "How much is it?" Alice sighed again. "Five thousand pounds." Brian held his breath and looked away from her for a moment. "Wow Alice, I'd love to give you the money. The problem is, I don't have that much money to give away." "You don't? I thought you could be able to afford it easily. You must be rich! How do you pay for your expensive clothes, your college tuition?" "My living expenses are paid for by a trust fund. It does have a great deal of money in it, but I only get a stipend every four months, and my college tuition paid for." "Oh." Alice had assumed that the difficult part would be convincing Brian to give her the money. It never occurred to her he would not be able to. "Perhaps you can ask Rupbert for the money." he gently suggested. "I don't know, it seems like my only other chance to get the money, but I don't want to tell him about the strange things I have been studying. We don't know how he'll react, or if he would be supportive." "What's the worst that could happen? He could say 'no', that's it." "You're probably right." They both sat silently for a few minutes. Alice ruminated about how she would ask Rupbert for the money while Brian sat still and enjoyed her presence. Eventually he broke the silence: "Alice, come to think of, there was something I was going to ask you, how would you like to come with me to university, and you could meet some of my friends? *You have friends?* she thought. As much as she admired him, she figured his goodness and intelligence would just alienate him from the typical blokes of his class. She knew that expressing such a sentiment would come across as an insult, as so she only said, "What?" "I was planning to go over to my friend Eddie's house. We, us two and the rest of the gang have a good time, it is rather casual, we just, as Bill might put it, 'hang out'." "I appreciate the invitation Brian, but I doubt I could fit in with college-kids. To be frank, I can't stand rich people... well, not you or Rupbert, you two are different. A club full of them is bound to be awful." "Alice, you are being too prejudiced now." "Admit it, rich people are awful! And weird... A good proportion of them have this bizarre preoccupation with geneaology and bloodlines. So much 'this family is better than that one,' and marrying of cousins... I don't understand what that is all about, but it seems downright pathological." "Just come with me one time, just one time. If you don't enjoy yourself you can excuse yourself from attending again." "Rich girls are the worst!" Alice continued as if Brian had not said anything: "Priggish, concerned only with shallow pursuits like dressing up and throwing stuffy cocktail parties. And they all keep diaries, they are all brightly colored even though they are supposed to be secret and private, where they probably only ramble on and on about the existential angst of being utterly spoiled and pampered for their entire lives, cradle to grave. Why do they even bother sending these girls to college? All of that time and money wasted on individuals who will never use or appreciate the education. I'd love to have so much money! I could build my machine..." "Umm... well..." said Brian, taken aback by her tirade. "I think the girls I know from the college are all-right. Why don't you just come and see for yourself?" he said, trying to sound positive. "Fine, fine, I'll go. I must admit, I am curious." Alice sighed and returned the topic she was much more concerned about: "I was so sure you could give me the money. I have been worried about whether I could build the machine correctly, but now I'm afraid I won't even get far enough to even try! I can't take this, I'm going to go to the bookstore and ask Rupbert if he'll give me the money right now! How about you come with me, and then we can go over to your friend's house." "All right. Let's go," Brian said. **************************************** When Alice and Brian arrived at the bookstore, she turned to the latter and said: "Wait out here, I think it's better if he and I discuss the matter alone." Brian nodded. "I'll wait right here." Alice went inside the store and saw that Rupbert was filling up a half-empty bookshelf with some thin books that had colorful covers on them. "Hello," he said. "I've decided to put a shelf of children's books right here in front. It pains me that more serious books are not better appreciated in comparison, but I find many customers love to find the old books they had read to them when they were children. People love to buy them and read them to their own children." "Oh," said Alice. "For a while now, I've loved reading the old Nicholas Alset manuscripts you have." "Really? I'm glad someone is enjoying them. They have been sitting there forgotten for too long." "In particular, there is this one manuscript that describes how to build a machine. I'm very interested to see if I could build the machine myself." "Oh really? So what does the machine do?" he asked, putting down the books he was holding and giving Alice his full attention. "To be honest, I'm not sure what it does." "If you understand how to build it, you must have some idea of what it does." "Well, its not that simple. The machine does something with electricity and magnetism, it is not extremely complicated but it is difficult to tell what the result it." "Electricity and magnetism! That sounds extremely complicated to me!" "Anyhow, I was wondering if you would be willing to give me money for the parts." "I suppose... How much would it cost?" "There's a shoppe at the university that sells the parts. I asked them about their prices.... I totaled the cost of all of the parts together, and it all sums up to... five-thousand pounds." "Five-thousand quid!" his voice was high, but then he continued on in a low tone: "Alice, I don't think I'm comfortable giving away that amount of money." "Well, five-thousand pounds is indeed a fair sum of money, but you must admit that for you, Rupbert Greenleaf, that is a piddling amount you would never miss." "Even if that is true, there is the principal of the matter! I can't just give someone five-thousand pounds." Alice was starting to feel quite discouraged. "It's not just someone, it's me." Rupbert crossed his arms thoughtfully. "This project of yours doesn't seem very worthwhile. If the machine was so wonderous, or if it worked at all, someone else would have built it already and it would be famous." She folded her arms together and scoffed. "You are so ignorant and naive! What an ignorant thing to say!" "What?" Rupbert frowned. He noted that he had never heard her speak to him in a such a way before. "Where is this attitude of yours coming from all of a sudden?" "It's just..." Alice stammered. Realizing the error of her previous remarks, she decided to switch tracks: "Why can't you support me and my interests? It's not that much money for you!" "Apparently, I can't support your interests because I am so 'ignorant and naive'." "I'm sorry, I did not mean that. Please Rupee, isn't there some arrangement we can agree upon so that you may feel comfortable giving me the money?" "No. I am not giving you money to build the stupid machine! And that is my final word!" "Fine." said Alice. She hurried out of the store. **************************************** "I take it he did not agree to give you the money?" Brian shouted. He struggled to keep up with Alice, who strode away from the store briskly. He grabbed Alice's shoulder and she finally stopped. "That's correct," Alice said flatly, staring at his shoes. "What happened?" he asked, his hand on her shoulder still. He wanted to hold her and comfort her. "I don't want to talk about it now, let's go over to your friend's house." "Sure, let's go." It was not far to their destination. When they arrived Alice saw that this Eddie lived in a well-kept mansion that was right in the city and near the college. It was an impressive house, but it was neither as large nor as charming as the Greenleaf mansion. Being a town-house, it had a small yard with tall bushes that lent the grounds a little bit of privacy. A servant let them inside and led them downstairs to the den which was right by the wine-cellar. When Alice stepped into the den, where ten or so young men and women sat about, she took one look at the crowd and urgently wanted to run out of the house as fast as she could. The men were reminiscent of all the awful men she had come across while working as a maid: neat, proud, stiff starched collars, creased trouses, short slick hair. There always seemed to be at least one man in a household who would sexually harass her. And if she rebuffed his advances, he would turn nasty, cruel, or superior. Even if she did not rebuff him, he could turn that way anyway. The young women were segregated from the men, sitting across from them on separate couches. All of the girls wore heavy makeup and very frilly and fluffy *haute couture* dresses, in contrast to Alice who was dressed as she usually was (a brown jumper over a faded greyish dress). So many times, she had overheard such girls laugh at one of their peers for daring to wear an out-fit that came from a shop with a store-front. Alice was almost consoled by the idea that they would consider her so pitiable they would not even bother commenting. "Hey everyone, look, the Princess Brian has arrived." a tall, thin, mischievous-looking young man with sandy-brown hair said. "Hi Eddie," Brian said. "Princess?" said Alice. For a moment she thought he was referring to herself, but he was looking at Brian. She turned to him. "Why do they call you that?" "Ha ha!" said Eddie. "You've never heard that story..." The other girls giggled coyly into their hands at the allusion. "Eddie... you don't have to tell her that story. I'll tell it to her later..." Brian said, blushing. "Back in boarding school, Jake, myself, Neddie, and Spuggie, we played this great prank on poor Brian here. Ha ha!" He laughed. "I wish I had gotten there earlier," another boy said, laughing. He was tall and thin and had black hair and a beak-like nose. "I barely got to see him in-" "Wait, let me tell her the story..." Eddie interrupted, "we were doing a dress rehearsal for some play, I forget the name..." "Kings of Kingsland" a heavy-set bespectacled ginger young man said. "Oh yes, that's right, 'Kings of Kingsland'. Brian had a small part as court noble. At the end of the rehearsal, while he was dressing back into his regular clothes backstage, we stole his clothing! Ha ha! And we left him there alone... meanwhile the only clothes backstage he could find was," he could not hold back his laughter for a moment before he continued: "the only clothes he could find was a princess costume." The boys guffawed and the girls tittered as he continued: "So... apparently he put that on and tried to sneak back to his dorm room. But then he got caught by Mr. Margolis in the hallway, who somehow figured Brian was up to no good. So while he scolded and questioned Brian about why he was going through the halls dressed up in such a way, a nice crowd gathered around and got to see Brian in his very fashionable, baby-pink princess-gown. Eventually he did manage to explain to him what happened. Spuggie and I got a month's detention... oh well." Alice looked at Brian compassionately but found that he did not seem very embarassed by the retelling of the story. He blushed profusely and he was at a loss for words, but he smiled genuinely. "Those were the days, eh Brian?" Eddie said, punching him in the side. "Ow," Brian said, rubbing his shoulder. "That's right... those were the days" he added. "So, pardon my manners, who is your friend here?" Eddie asked, looking at Alice with a wide, smug grin. "This is my friend Alice, she works for my uncle Rupee." "Hello," Alice said shyly. Eddie nodded to her, and Brian and Alice both sat down at the far end of the room together. Eddie went around the room introducing each person, but the names did not penetrate far into Alice's memory. After that the conversation moved on to different people and happenings. Alice expected that perhaps the group would be too formal, instead she found them to be quite the opposite. Eddie and another young man dominated the conversation with loud boasts of their academic and extracurricular achievements, and savoringly gossipped of other, absent, young men's misfortunes. The young women were mostly reserved and barely spoke out loud, mostly they would whisper something into their best friend's ear and then they would both titter. One girl who was tall and had white-blonde hair would interject into the men's conversation occasionally. Brian and the other young men mostly stayed quiet also. As Alice listened to their conversation, she easily perceived the familiar impression that she had no chance of fitting in with them. She had nothing in common with them. Alice imagined Eddie and the other boy standing there repeating: "I'm better than them, better than him, better than her, better than you and you!" *ad infinitum*. There would be little difference, she mused to herself. Alice looked down, her eyes naturally fell to one of the girls dresses. It was yellow and had fine embroidery of white and gold. She considered how for the price of that custom-made dress, she could build all the Alset inventions she wanted, twice-over. There was a lull in the conversation, and all of a sudden Eddie turned to her. "Hey, why are you so quiet?" "Umm...," Alice was not sure how to answer that politely. "Don't be shy! Tell us, do you come from Vindhya?" "Yes, I grew up there." Eddie smiled and looked around at everyone else, and then back to her. "So, tell me, did you wear a 'sari' every day?" "Umm," Alice hesitated. She thought the way he asked the question was rather suggestive and wondered what he was getting at. "Were you a sari-girl?" another boy blurted out, before she could answer in the affirmative. The girls all giggled. Alice looked to Brian, who looked a little confused. *This is so humiliating,* Alice thought. Thankfully the attention was taken away from herself as they all heard and felt that some people had entered the house and were walking on the floor above. "It sounds like my mum is home," said Eddie. "Linda saw me taking a sip of the two-hundred year Chataeu Vigneronne." the beak-nosed boy said. "I think she hates me now... where shall I hide?" he said jokingly. When Alice heard the name "Linda", her heart raced like never before. He could not mean Linda Barton, could he? As if to answer her question, they heard the door open and Linda Barton herself came down the stairs. "Good evening," she said, standing at the base of the stairs and looking around. "I hope you kids are being good." Alice froze, doing her best to not draw attention to herself, even though she knew that was impossible. She tried to gaze at the floor as casually as she could. When she finally dared to look up at Linda she found that she made no outward reaction to her being there. "Don't worry mum, I'm keeping everyone in line down here. I only opened two wine bottles, and I picked the oldest ones, so we can save the newer, better ones." Eddie joked. "Oh, you are so clever," Linda said with only a hint of sarcasm. She want back up the stairs. When she left Alice decided it was time to escape. "Excuse me, can you show me to your rest-room?" she asked Eddie. "No problem," he said. Just go back up the stairs and go further down the hall, the bath-room is behind the second door on the left. "Thank you," said Alice. She stood up and went up the stairs with no intention of using the bathroom, instead she was determined to escape as quickly as possible. She went back toward the front door, encountering no one along the way. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped outside into the moist and mild morning air. Her relief proved premature, as she found herself face to face with Linda Barton all of a sudden. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, Alice was suddenly confronted by her glaring visage: "How dare you show up at my house? You have Rupbert all to yourself, and now you have to come here to rub it in?" "I'm sorry," Alice said in a low voice. "I didn't know..." "You'll pay for this." Linda said confidently. Alice hurried off, running at full tilt until she was out of view. ****************************************** When Alice arrive back at the house, she was at a loss of what to do. She did not want to face Rupbert or Bill, or even Brian. The weather was mild again and so she sat behind the house in the patio and read. She went over the Alset manuscript wistfully. She went for a walk around the grounds and went back to the patio and read more. Soon it was even getting dark, and Brian appeared. "There you are. I was looking for you." Brian sat down next to her. "I haven't even seen you since you excused yourself to use the rest-room at Eddie's house! What happened?" "I was tired of being there, so I went straight home." she said matter-of-factly. Brian crossed his legs and leaned back into the bench. "Oh, well, that was a fun time though, wasn't it?" he said. Alice looked at him incredulously. She put her book-mark between the pages of her book and set it down. She did not know where to begin: "You call that a fun time! It was a disaster! You did not tell me that was Linda Barton's home I was going to!" "What? What do you mean?" "I would not have gone there if I had known it was her home! She absolutely despises me!" "Oh, does she? But why?" "You don't know?" Alice sighed. "She wanted to marry Rupbert." "Oh..." Brian said, sitting up straight. "And those so-called friends of yours were mocking us the entire time. They call you 'Princess Brian"... I can't believe that boy asked me if I was a sari-girl!" "I suppose it is juvenile, but it is not all that offensive. I mean, Vindhyan women do wear those dresses called 'sari"s'." "You are so naive! You don't understand. It *is* offensive. 'Sorry-girl' is slang for a Vindhyan prostitute!" Brian crossed his arms and was flabbergasted for a moment. "Oh, I didn't know that." he said quietly. "If you listen closely, you hear that they are not saying 'sari-girl", but 'sorry-girl'. It's a sort of *double-entendre*, where it refers to Vindhyan prostitutes with saris since thats what all Vindhyan women traditionally wear, and 'sorry' because of their pitiable and degrading way of life." "Perhaps that wasn't nice, but they were just joking around." "You don't get it, your friends are probably a little less oblivious than you, and so they definitely know I'm the Vindhyan girl who lives with Rupbert. They were not just joking, they literally see me that way." "I think you are reading too much into it." "Forget it! Obviously you refuse to believe anything negative about your fake-friends!" Alice stood up and walked toward the house. Brian jogged forward to catch up with her. "Hey, don't be mad at me. I'm sorry. Perhaps you are right, I don't know. Just don't be mad at me. Alice? Alice?" She went back to her seat but gave him the silent treatment. Brian sat back down as well. After a few moments, Alice's expression seemed to soften, and so he dared to speak. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked gently. "No, you didn't do anything wrong." she sighed. Noting the dour expression on his face, she smiled and added: "Hey, don't be so dramatic." "But you had such a bad time! I was so hoping you would get along with my college-friends." Alice shook her head and smiled some more. She was not even going to bother emphasizing how completely unrealistic his hope had been. "I knew I would have a bad time. But it's over so it doesn't matter anymore. Like you said before, if I did not like it I do not have to go again." "All right, well, I'm glad that you are not upset about it then." Brian grasped her hand in his. Alice looked into his eyes and he blushed. He wanted the gesture to seem only friendly but immediately realized he had failed in his attempt. Alice pulled her hand away. "It's such a beautiful night. How can I be upset? It is so nice sitting here alone with you." She gazed up into the night sky. The moon was a pure shining silver coin, she thought, and the stars like silver confetti. When she finally looked at Brian again, she suddenly realized that he was acting strangely. He fidgetted and looked quite distracted. "Brian? Is something wrong?" she asked. "Alice... there is something I want to talk about." "What is it?" Brian sighed. "I want to talk about it... but I'm afraid that if I do, I'll regret it, perhaps we'll both regret it." "What could happen that one of use could regret?" "That we won't get along so well anymore." "What? Are you saying you have done something that could make me angry at you?" "No! No, nothing like that." "Oh, you are being dramatic again! Just out with it already!" "I just want to talk about... our relationship." "That's it?" Alice giggled. "No, I shouldn't say 'that's it', whenever a man uses the 'r' word, it must be a serious matter." "I told you already... we were married!" "Well... that was another life... we probably said 'Til death do us part'... and then we died." she said, smiling. "From the moment I saw you, I knew that we were meant to be together!" he blurted out. "But I understand... that you love Rupbert?" His last statement oddly morphed into a question near the end. "I do love Rupert." Alice said. "Many of the qualities that I love about him are qualities you share with him. I want to be with him, it feels right, if that makes sense. What do you expect me to do? Just run off with you somewhere? I think he needs me, I don't know how he got along without me. If I left he would be so lonely, especially now since he's been ostracized by his secret-society friends. And that is all my fault..." "I think you met Rupbert for reason," he said slowly, but then he blurted out: "I just want you to stop sleeping with him. I must admit, it's killing me! And do you know how he really feels about you? He didn't seem to mind what happened that other night... with Jeremy." Brian seemed to wince at his own mentioning of Jeremy's name. "And besides, what you are doing is adultery, you and I are already married right now, in the way that matters the most." She found his last statement to be confusing, but she glossed over it: "What is it that you want exactly? Do you expect me to just stop sleeping Rupbert's bedroom and sleep in yours instead?" "I just want us to be... closer. The way we interact with one another is so... casual." "Listen Brian, I understand we have this history together, I believe you, but I don't remember it. How can I decide about something like this, when I feel like I don't even know you?" Alice was pleased with how credible that sounded. Alice gazed at Brian for a moment. She did like him. Like a small child, looking sad just made him look even more cute. Nevertheless, there was something inside of her that mandated that there was a line that she should not even consider crossing. It said "No! At least, not now!" It never said anything else, it did not offer any reasons why. But just then it also said, "Leave now, before the conversation can get worse." "I have to go. I'm going to go pick up food we can have for breakfast tomorrow morning. I have to go before the restaurant closes." "Alice, wait-" he said. *********************************************************** Soon Alice was in the city again. The weather had gotten much colder, and it was drizzling. The street seemed unusually empty. "Hey sorry-girl!" a male voice said, echoing down the street. Alice turned around and saw that it was Eddie. Two other young men were with him. They were close behind her. Had they been following her? "Why don't you hang out with us? You ran off so suddenly this morning. We just want to hang out with you." he said, affecting the exaggerated manner of a whining child. "No, I don't think so. I'm out running an errand. I think I shall excuse myself now..." She tried to run away, but soon the three young men caught up with her and and grabbed her. She started screaming but one of them forced her head back and covered her mouth. They all but dragged her to a nearby building. As she walked in she barely saw it was a dingy motel. No one intervened as they forced her up the stairs and into a room. When she walked in she was even more intimidated to find that there were already some other young men there, they seemed to be waiting for them. There may have been ten to fifteen of them in total. The room was rather plain, with only a bed, a night-stand, and a table. The bed had been pushed into the center of the room. At first the fact they were all men in there seemed odd to her, but then that fact quickly grew ominious in her mind. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" she shouted. "What do we want?" Eddie said slowly and loudly. He looked around at his friends and raised his eyebrows mischievously. "Let go of me!" Alice cried, as one bloke grabbed her from behind and held back her arms. "Don't worry sorry-girl, we'll pay you good." Eddie started unbuttoning her blouse. "No! Stop it!" "We're going to have to shut you up." he said matter-of factly. As the rest of the boys held her down, he took out a fancy yellow hankerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. Apparently he came prepared, for he also had a roll of masking tape, of which he ripped off a bit and put firmly over her mouth. She squirmed but could not move much as he put his hand up her skirt and groped at her crotch. He returned back to her blouse and finished unbuttoning it. He cut the shirt underneath it up and down, revealing her bare breasts. "Mmmm..." he said as he cupped them in his hands. "Maybe she has venereal disease. My uncle told me about how two of his friends caught syphilis from sorry-girls." someone said. Alice could not see him from her restrained position. "Probably not, she's been boffing the Greenleaf fellow, I doubt he would be stupid enough to take her without having her examined by a doctor first." someone else said. One boy held her from behind and forced her to stand up on one leg, the other leg held up over his arm. Someone else or more than one person helped hold her arms immobile. Alice almost felt embarassed for the young men, for most of them stood about looking meek and uncomfortable. "I'll go first." Eddie said. He unzipped his pants and Alice closed her eyes. She barely struggled for she could barely move an inch. Soon she felt him enter inside of her. He grunted dully as he thrust in and out. The awkward angle made it painful for Alice, and so she groaned. "Oh, see? Listen to her, she likes it!" "Yeah!" A number of the boys said together in unison, nodding their heads and giggling. "Open your eyes... look at me!" Eddie said. Alice reflexively obeyed him and saw that he stared into her eyes mockingly. "Oooh! Ha ha!" he said. She looked around the room and saw innumerable eyes staring at her. She saw that a few boys were wanking themselves off with blank-stares on their faces. A few stared at her wide-eyed, not quite innocently. Some of them smiled embarrasedly and could not bear to make eye-contact with her. Alice closed her eyes again and vowed to keep them shut. "Oh, we should all cum on her head, by the time we're all done she'll look like a melted candle, ha ha!" said Eddie. Soon he was approaching climax: "Ohhh, oh yeah." he said. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum and pump you full of my premium Redchild-family seed. You'd better appreciate that!" After he was done, the tone of his voice changed, he spoke in a more business-like manner: "Everybody gets their turn... who wants to go next?" A different young man eagerly approached. He thrust into her only a few times before he came. The other boys did not laugh at him for too long. "Everybody gets their turn. Everybody gets their turn." Alice kept her eyes closed, but she could feel that a new boy was taking his turn. His hands felt cold and sweaty compared to the previous one. He thrust into and out her in short awkward bursts, like a broken machine. He did not utter a sound, but Alice could feel his breath fast and shallow against her neck. He was like a possessed being, possessed by the spirit of the situation, not fucking her because he liked it, but because he had to for all of the peer-pressure. The room was silent for a few minutes and then someone said: "This is too slow... Why did you put that gag over her mouth? Now I can't put my prick in there, let's take it off. The rest of us can have a go at her two at a time." "No, we planned it this way so that she wouldn't scream, remember?" someone said. "When we take the gag off, do you promise not to scream?" Eddie asked. "Mmm-hmm," she managed to hum resignedly, and she nodded her head. "That's a good girl. Of course she won't scream." He pulled her plaited hair painfully. "If you scream, we'll kill you." He showed her a long pocketknife, put it close to her face and flipped open the blade. "We'll slit your throat wide open so you can't scream, and leave you in the alleyway there." He pointed toward the window, which showed the brick wall of the adjacent building. "The police won't even care who did it, Highbury is better off with one less mongrel whore taking up our space." "I'd like it if she screamed..." she heard someone mutter. Suddenly someone ripped the masking tape from her mouth. She would have cried out, but it was muffled by the hankerchief. Someone pulled it out. They directed her to lie on her back on the bed. Someone knelt over her head and directed his erect shaft into her mouth. Someone grabbed at one of her breasts, and someone else grabbed her other one roughly and pulled at it. The guy kneeling over her slowly began pushing his dick deep into her mouth and toward her throat. But then he suddenly pulled out, and then she felt that now two of the boys were trying to put their cocks into her mouth at the same time, and then one of them started to smack his penis against her face. "Get away for a second...." she heard Eddie say. The boys obediently pulled themselves away from her face. "Say you like it..." Alice could not fathom how she would say such a thing. "Say you like it!" "I like it." she said flatly. "Ha ha! Oh, you can do better than that. Say you like it!" he said, pulling her hair. "I like it!" she cried out in pain. "Ha ha!" she heard Eddie laugh again. She was beginning to find his laugh tormentingly repetitive. The other blokes went back to groping her and taking their turns in her. She kept her eyes shut and tried to block it all out: teeth biting down on her breast, a tongue in her nose, another in her ear, warm seed on her stomach that grew cooler, trying not to gag. Eventually, after another man came inside of her and no one else was next. Suddenly no one was touching her. Alice almost opened her eyes, but decided to just wait. She could hear movement. Then she could feel that someone was inserting something long and very narrow inside of her. "We should hurry out of here. All of us together in one room doesn't look good. Even here, someone might have heard us and called the police." And even quicker than it had all started, it ended. It was suddenly very quiet. Alice opened her eyes and sat up and saw that they were all gone. They had left the door open and so Alice quickly closed it before someone could walk by. After they left, she gazed down at the dirtied hankerchief, which lay forgotten on the floor. It had a special insignia of a lion in one corner. She reached down and pulled out a rolled-up piece of paper out of her vagina, which turned out to be an ten-pound note. She flung it across the floor in disgust. She wiped off her face, and stomach with the bed-sheet. Her leg still felt sore from being stretched in that awkward position for so long. She put her coat on and buttoned it all the way up to hide her torn clothing and hurried out of the motel. ******************************************************* As Alice walked down the cool deserted streets, she could hear hear loud footsteps against the cobblestones. She was not afraid of the footsteps because it sounded like the well-heeled footsteps of a lady. Nevertheless, she stopped and turned to look at who was behind her. It was Linda Barton. As she grew closer Alice could see her face more clearly. She was surprised that Linda looked so happy to see her. "Good evening Alice. How are you tonight? I'm surprised you ran off so quickly this morning." "Oh, well... I wasn't much in the mood for socializing," she said, unable to summon the energy to come up with a polite excuse. She crossed her arms and pulled her coat tightly around herself. "Oh, is that so?" she said in an affected tone. "I have been telling everyone about what a party-girl you are. I told the boys they should throw a party for you there at the motel." Alice felt a deep chill. "What?" "The party at that *fancy* motel. I set up that little party for you. I hope you enjoyed it." At those words Alice instantly turned and strode away. She finally realized she was dealing with a hopelessly inhumane enemy. ************************************* Next Episode: Rich People Can't Dance

Series Title: Highbury Tales By: Alexander Sunshine Episode 3: Dilemma ****************************** When Rupbert and Alice arrived at the former's home, the latter thought it was incongruous that he referred to his home as "the house". The fine expansive mansion he lived in was set in at least five acres of land. The house was set back a distance from the road such that it took a few minutes to even get close to the building. As they walked along, Alice looked left and right at the well-kept grounds. Colorful flower beds, lit only by the moonlight, dotted the sides of the paved path. Ahead, Alice could see a tall stone fountain. Even from afar, Alice could see that the fountain was a sculpture of two lions wrestling, one them with water pouring out of its mouth. "This is a beautiful home you have here," said Alice. "I think the flower-beds are beautiful". "Oh, thank you." said Rupbert. "The grounds here were designed by the famed Italian landscaper, Baldassare Salmoiraghi," he said the name with an affected accent. "This land has been in my family since the age of the great conquerers, but the house and grounds were completely re-modeled and modernised fifty years ago. There used to be more trees out in front of the house but my grandmother had them removed because she wanted more sunlight. Oh, I apologize, I am rambling on in the most tedious manner..." "No, I do not mind at all," said Alice as they continued to walk towards the house. She did in fact find the subject matter not very interesting, but she enjoyed the sound of his voice. They entered the house and Rupbert swiftly led her to a dining room. Alice did not have much time to admire much of his exquisite home. "I am so hungry! I hope you do not mind if we eat dinner now. I am not sure what time you are accustomed to dining." "I'd love to eat now, I am famished as well." she said. "Wonderful. Please, have a seat, I am going to go speak with the cook, he should be here at this hour, he should have already have dinner done." "Hullo, Mr. Greenleaf" said the cook, appearing suddenly at the back doorway. "Pardon my appearance, I was cleaning ashes out of the oven just now." Alice had expected the cook to be a sophisticated chef, but instead he seemed rather common. He had long, unkempt straight hair that grew to his ears. He spoke slowly, apparently trying to tone down his working-class accent. He was a stout, strong-looking man. His bright blue eyes were emphasized by the dark greasy ash that covered his face. Alice looked at him and their eyes met for a moment, she thought he was rather handsome, in a rugged sort of way. "Hello, madam," he said, nodding. "Hello," she said, with a shy smile. The cook wiped his face a little with a dirty cloth that was in his hand. He glanced at Alice again, and said, "Well, after I wash up a little I'll set out dinner." "Thank you, James." said Rupbert. He turned to Alice and smiled and then pulled out a chair for her. Rupbert sat at the end of the table and Alice sat next to him at his left side. "Do you live here all by yourself?" asked Alice. "Yes, I do. I grew up here with my parents, and my sister, and we often had guests staying over too. But my parents passed away years ago, and my sister moved away, and so now the house is much more quiet." "Where is your sister now? What does she do?" Alice was always curious about how women of his class lived. Rupbert looked down and hesitated, looking a little uncomfortable. "Actually, I must admit, I do not know much about her. She has been estranged from the rest of our family for quite some time now." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." said Alice. She fingered at the gleaming silverware on the table while there was a silence. "So, have you been running your bookstore for a long time?" "No, I have not been, actually. The bookstore, for a long time, was just a personal library of mine. It has grown so much that I just want to get rid of many of my books. I figured, I may as well sell them. It is interesting to meet people interested in my books. I have many rare books and original manuscripts that collectors would be interested in. You were interested in books about electricity and steam power, I remember." "Yes, I find the topic very interesting. Do you have any rare books on that subject?" "Let me think..." Rupbert folded his hands together. "To be honest, I am not so much a man of science, I rarely look at my science texts. Let me think... actually, I do have some manuscripts, by Nicholas Alset, perhaps you have heard of him." "Of course I have heard of him!" Alice insisted. "He is one of the most famed scientists of our time. His name grew more recognizable after he died a few years ago." "Yes, when he died he left several manuscripts. I'm not sure what they are worth, I am not qualified, to be honest, to even understand all the scientific jargon and formulations in it." "You have original manuscripts by Nicholas Alset? Could I read them? Many of his books, even though they were published, are almost impossible to find, despite their pricelessness." "Yes, you may read them, I can lend them to you. I am happy to have met someone who might possibly appreciate them. Ever since he died, they have just been sitting around here in my house, turning yellow." "Perhaps you should hold on to them, I think they might be worth a great deal of money to future generations." Alice stopped herself for a moment. She suddenly thought herself foolish to think that someone like Rupbert is concerned about such a relatively minor investment. "So... you say you are not a man of science. Are you more interested in the arts?" "I have indeed enjoyed working in the art trade. When it comes to books, I love reading about history, autobiographies and the like. Recently I have begun the process of trying to get out of the ivory tower and into real business. Some associates of mine and I trying to get into the textiles trade." "Textiles?" "Yes, we are hoping to market textiles from Rwambia. With the new colonization there along with other parts of the dark continent down south, it is becoming easier and more affordable to subsidize trade routes. In the area there are many unique species of plants and animals from which very luxurious and exotic fabrics can be produced. Also, I have read that there is a miraculous species of tree that grows very quickly even in poor soil that can be used to produce paper far more cheaply, and possibly for other purposes as well." James the cook emerged from the kitchen with a cart that had several platters on it. He carefully set each of them on the table and uncovered them, commenting on the preparation of each item. Alice was set aback at how much food was set before only the two of them. The two of them idly discussed the food. They also discussed Vindhyan food, which Rupert ironically knew much more about than Alice. Soon, the cook came out with a dish that had a colorful arrangement of fruit on it. "Oh, that looks delicious," said Alice. She was particularly attracted to the strawberries, which she very rarely had the opportunity to eat. As she ate the strawberries she stopped for a moment as she noticed how Rupbert was watching her. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so gluttonous." she said. "Oh no, you do not seem that way at all. I just find it interesting how you eat the entire strawberries... you eat the little green leaves and everything. I've never seen anyone do that before." "Oh, I'm sorry..." "No, no, there's no need to apologize. That is no breach in etiquette in eating the greens." When the dinner was coming to an end Rupbert dramatically declared: "Alice, I want to ask you something." "All right, go ahead." "Alice, how would you like live here with me?" She hesitated a moment. That offer sounded too good to be true, she felt as if he had read her mind. "Live here with you? I wouldn't want to impose." she said, not wanting to get her hopes up. "No, do not think of it that way. I am the one who has imposed on your life. I have given in deep thought, and I feel most obligated to help you. It is my fault you have no place to live. Besides, I can use some extra help around here. You do not have to work, but I understand if you feel the need to contribute to the household while staying here." "What kind of work are you talking about?" "Whatever you want, you can cook and clean, whatever you are accustomed to doing." "Oh, I can't cook, but I do usually work in house-cleaning." "So, I think this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement. Would you agree to it?" "I don't know... Let me think about it." "Yes, of course. You can think about it overnight. I did not mean to put you on the spot like that. I must insist though, that you stay here tonight. There is a spare bedroom with my sister's old clothes, I think they would fit you, and that there must be some bed-clothes there too." "I would be happy to..." said Alice understatedly. By the time they were done with dinner, it was rather late, and Rupbert showed Alice to a guest bed-room where she did not easily fall asleep. As she lay in bed restless, she did not consider whether or not she would take Rupbert up on his offer, she intended to say 'yes' from the moment he asked the question. However, she felt anxious about the arrangement, as she tried to imagine living there with him, she realized that the immediate future had suddenly become quite mysterious and unpredictable. ------- When Alice woke up the next morning, she did not want to get out of bed. It was by far the nicest bed she had ever slept in. She never knew someone could sleep in such warmth and comfort. In the morning light, she admired the exquisite decor of the room. It was even more luxurious than the houses she had worked in before. Most mansions looked the same, more or less. They tended to lack the character and warmth of a regular home as they were so fastidiously designed and cleaned, it was as if all the charm and spirit of the place was washed away along with the dust and dirt. But Rupbert's mansion had something special about it. All of rooms seemed so dim and romantic: the walls had dark wooden panels and rugs and tapestries were deep, rich colors. In many rooms there were tall bookshelves filled with well-worn books. She stepped out of the guest bedroom and listened intently but heard no one else in the house. She walked down the hall-way and saw a grandfather-clock there which read nine-o'clock. She reflected on how rare it was for her to oversleep in such a way and continued to explore the house. She went downstairs and into the dining room where she noticed a note on the table. She noticed her name was written on it on the first line. She picked up the note and read: "Dear Alice, I hope you slept comfortably last night, and have finally decided to take me up on my proposal. Meanwhile, I have left this morning to go about my business. I will return back to the house sometime in the afternoon. I regret to admit that I am not certain when I can return. In the meantime, feel free to enjoy the atmosphere of my humble home. To stay occupied, perhaps you might be interested in my home-library. Part of it is upstairs two-doors down from my bedroom, another part is on the ground floor in the sitting-room, and then I have even more books downstairs in the cellar. Feel free to explore any part of the house, as you wish, and to request anything you wish to eat from James. Please excuse my abandoning you so early, and I hope you enjoy your stay. Sincerely, Rupbert." Alice put down the note and was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization she was free. For the first time in a long while, she did not have to work, and she did not have to wonder where her next meal would come from. Still in her night-clothes, she wandered about the house, in awe of its size and beauty. Most of the rooms seemed as if they were never used: very neat but also dusty. The house had three floors which she explored from bottom to top. Eventually Alice went up to the attic. When she went up there she was instantly charmed by the view from the window which faced the back-yard. In the back was a patio with a few white tables surrounded by chairs. That area was surrounded by flower-beds. She looked off into the distance and could see a pleasant view. She had not realized it until then but the house was on a hill. In the distance she could see all the way to the ocean. "I'm going to enjoy living here," she decided. Just then something in the corner of her eye startled her. She looked down onto the grounds and saw something very weird: some kind of shadowy figure stood on the grounds and seemed to look up at her. The sun was shining through the clear sky, yet the figure was only a silouette. She stared at it in awe, but she did not get to look at it for very long, for in a moment it disappeared in a shower of white sparkles. On seeing this, Alice bolted out of the attic, as if she would be safer if she was on a lower floor. She hurried down the stairs and then stopped, realizing she did not know what to do. She went to another window, which was blocked by venetian blinds. She stood by the window for a long moment, terrified of what she might see if she looked past the blinds. She lifted up one of the slats of the blinds and saw no one was there. Perhaps it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, she thought. No, that's impossible. Maybe the grounds are haunted. Perhaps it is one of those secret society men spying trying to spy on Rupbert and me, who knows what they can do? After several minutes of considering the possibilities, Alice realized there was nothing she could conclude for now. She wondered when Rupbert would come back, and then realized she was finally getting bored. She went over to sitting-room where the walls were lined with bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling. She made a brief survey and decided that the books were rather unorganized. Most of them were fiction. She figured that those books were for guests who wanted a light read. On one shelf, however, at the bottom near the floor, there were no books but piles of papers and folders stacked horizontally. She wondered if those were manuscripts, perhaps the scientific ones Rupbert had mentioned the night before at dinner. She carefully pulled out a folder, and the first one, indeed, was labelled with the name 'Nicholas Alset'. She sat on the rug and and went through the folder. At first it was hard to tell what the manuscript was about. It had no title page and many pages went on and on with jargon she did not understand. Soon she found a page that had the title of the chapter on it. It said 'Powering the PEAC Device.' What's a 'PEAC Device'? Alice wondered. She flipped to the back, hoping to find a glossary or index but there was none, and so she flipped back to the earlier pages and skimmed random pages, but it only discussed arcane technical details of the PEAC Device, she could not find a place where it actually mentioned what it was supposed to be or do. Alice went back to and began reading the chapter on powering the device, to her frustration the manuscript referred to an 'EPEE' as the source of energy. She continued to read the chapter, hoping to at least learn what the 'EPEE' was. She read and read, as carefully as she could, and soon she found she at the end of the chapter. To her disappointment, the chapter had discussed such minute technical details but never gave too much insight into the big picture. Alice closed the manuscript in frustration. She put it back into the bookshelf, where it was originally, and made a mental note to go back to the manuscript later. She wondered if Rupbert could be connected to someone who would understand the manuscript better. A clock on the wall began to chime a song. Alice looked up and saw that it was noon-time. "It's midday already!" she said aloud to herself. Just as she started to wonder if Rupbert would come home for lunch, she heard the front door open. "Hello Alice," Rupbert said. He looked at her up and down, noticing that she was still in her night-clothes. "You've been sleeping in?" he asked. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, fidgeting with the buttons on her frilly pajamas. "I just got caught up in reading and did not get around to getting dressed." "No, don't apologize, do what you will while you are a guest in my home." He placed his brief-case on the floor and sat down on a couch, taking a deep, relaxing breath. "It's so nice to sit down." he commented, perhaps to himself. He closed his eyes for a moment and then looked to Alice. "So, have you considered accepting my work-proposal yet?" he asked. "Yes, I have thought a great deal about it," she said, speaking slowly. "I've decided that... I've decided that I'll take it." She tried not to sound too excited. "Wonderful!" he said smiling. "I'm glad that you have decided to take me up on my offer. One would think that it would be easy to find good help in Highbury, but then one would be completely wrong." "Well, don't speak so soon. How do you know I would be good help?" "Ah, don't be so modest, it's obvious you would fine help." Alice smiled shyly and avoided his gaze for a moment. "Well, I've come by to get you so that we can go to the bookstore. I just received a large shipment of used books that are completely unorganized. I was wondering if you would help me with them. You don't have to if you don't want to." "Oh, I'd love to go," Alice said. "Just let me get dressed, I can get ready to go in five minutes." "Wonderful," Rupbert said. ******************************** They arrived at the bookstore and once again Alice was taken aback by the sheer number of books in the establishment. Rupbert led her to the back of the store, back past several rows of high shelves until they reached a door. They went inside and could only take a few steps before they were in front of a formidable heap of books. They were not even stacked evenly on top of each other. Along the walls were some tables and chairs. "Why, what a mess you have here." she remarked. "Right now you must be thinking, 'this is much more than I had bargained for!'" "Oh no, I would still love to help you. I love books, and it looks like you have so many interesting ones." "All right," said Rupbert, transitioning into a more serious tone of voice. "This is what I want you to do. For now, all I want you to do is put the books in separate stacks: one for books that are in bad condition, missing pages or the cover, another stack for fiction, and then some other stacks at your discretion. If you find that many books are on the same topic, give them their own stacks. Take your time, there is no hurry." "Sure, that sounds like fun. It will be like exploring, like treasure-hunting." Alice was indeed interested in looking in the books. It was a unique opportunity for herself. "It looked like you had many unorganized books in your sitting-room, as well." "Yes, you're right. I keep forgetting about those books. Did you find anything interesting in there?" "Oh yes, indeed! I found a manuscript like you had mentioned the day before, one by Nicholas Alset." "Oh those. Did you find it interesting? Those manuscripts might as well be in a foreign language, I do not understand what they are about at all." Alice did her best to try to explain what she had found in the manuscript, and she related her frustration with the undefined acronyms. "Ah yes, scientists and their acronyms. I remember when you had first come into the store you said you were interested in radio and electricity, did it have anything to do with those subjects?" "It seemed like it. The manuscript discussed some kind of electricity-powered devices, I could not decipher what purpose the devices served, however." "So tell me, why are you so interested in these subjects?" "Why am I interested? I wonder how anyone could not be interested. Soon, radios will completely revolutionize communication. With a radio, one can communicate instantly with anyone else with a radio. Try to imagine it! A society where people could communicate along large distances so easily... It would make letters obsolete." Rupbert was taken aback by her enthusiasm. "Gee, I had never given it very much thought, I suppose radios should inevitably revolutionize society. I forget... how is a radio supposed to work?" "To explain simply, a radio works by utilizing invisible waves of energy that permeate space. These waves of energy are just like visible light except they are at a lower frequency such that they are invisible to the human eye. The frequency also allows it to go through matter, and so a radio can be used in the comfort of indoors and usually is not blocked by weather, like sunlight is. So, imagine light that can go through matter, and how that could be used to communicate across long distances, and that is what a radio is, basically." "Wow..." said Rupbert. He did not know what to say about all of that. "Pardon me..." said Alice, realizing she had gotten carried away. "I hope you did not completely misunderstand what I said!" "Oh no, you explained that very clearly. I understood well enough." But again, he visibly flabbergasted. Alice admired his face. He had such well-defined cheekbones. She had thought his lips to be too thin, but just then in that moment they looked quite attractive, so pink and fine-textured, most of all because they were his. "Alice... you are so interesting... you are really something. You are unlike any other woman I have ever met before." When Alice heard those words, so frank and full of admiration, she followed the suit of his frankness and drew closer to him and kissed him. For a moment, she feared that he would resist, but he did not. She put her arms around him and kissed him more with all of her ardour. Still, she was afraid to look into his eyes, and so she kept her eyes closed as she kissed him longer, with sleepy, loitering kisses. She feared that when she stopped, she might never have the opportunity again. Rupert stood up and pushed her back against the table. Alice hopped back onto the table to sit higher up on it. Now her face was a little bit higher than his, and so he kissed her neck up close to her chin and then lower and lower. He kissed her so delicately. He put his hands up the front of her blouse and cupped her breasts. He lifted her blouse and kissed her smooth belly softly, and worked his way up to her chest. He lifted her breasts gently as he suckled at her nipples, one and then the other, and then kissed her stomach again. Alice threw her head back and savored the feeling of his hot mouth on her torso. When she sat back up and opened her eyes she was shocked to see, through the glass window on the door, that Linda Barton herself was staring at them, shocked and wide-eyed. Their eyes met for only a moment, before Linda turned around and stalked away. Alice took his face in her hands and guided his lips back to hers. As she closed her eyes and held his face against her own she thought very hard about Ms. Barton. She wondered what the lady would do. Would she tell others about what she saw? Would Rupbert regret what was happening at that moment? Their petting soon grew even slower until they were just holding each other motionlessly. Rupbert slowly pulled away and gazed into her eyes hesitantly. "Alice," he said. He looked up at the ceiling and then down at the table, and then his eyes rested on wall behind her. "You are a beauty." He looked at his watch. "I apologize, but I have a lunch appointment with an associate in twenty minutes. He just came back from a trip to Rwambia and I am eager to hear what he has to report. I must get going now if I will arrive in time." Rupbert looked in the mirror hanging on the wall and adjusted his tie. Alice tucked her shirt back down. "I hope you get good news." she said. "Thank you. I'll come back some time this afternoon." ------------------- Alice spent the afternoon looking through the pile of books. Meanwhile her mind gleefully dwelt on what had happened earlier, optimistic of what might come next. She found an interesting book on photography and read it cover-to-cover. Soon Rupbert came back to the store, and then they both went back to his house for dinner. "So..." asked Alice at the dinner-table, searching for a delicate way to ask what she wanted to ask. She quickly gave up and just said: "So, do you eat dinner alone every night?" "I am ashamed to admit, yes, I do. A lady by the name of Elizabeth Jefferson has a salon close by, where acquaintances of mine often dine, but it is basically a club for ladies. Do you remember Linda, who came by the store the other day? She is there every night. I would not want to give her a wrong idea by going there too often. My gentlemen acquaintances, they all have their own families to dine with, the few bachelors often dine at the loud coffee-houses, which I do not like very much. Besides, the food there does not compare to what my dear James whips up." "How did the lunch meeting with your business-associate go?" she asked. "The meeting with my associate was so exciting." Rupbert said. "Everything seems to be falling into place perfectly." "Oh, that's great. I figured that was the case, you seem so upbeat tonight." "Life is going so well for me. I am so confident that this business deal will be very exciting, not to mention, lucrative. Perhaps in the future I will take a trip to Rwambia. I hear that there is beautiful, tropical wilderness there. And it is so nice having you here." He took a bite of food and after swallowing he casually mentioned: "I think I'd like to get married in a year or two." "You want to get married?" asked Alice, incredulously. "You remember Linda from the bookstore... I just mentioned her... she is a widower, and I intend to propose to her soon. Everyone always says we would be such a smart match." Alice felt as if he had struck a blow to her heart. Her throat felt as if it were in knots. "Oh..." she managed to say. For a while, the dining room was silent except the gentle tinkle of silver-ware against the dishes. "You are so quiet all of a sudden." noted Rupbert. "Is something wrong?" "No, nothing's wrong." she said, unconvincingly. *************************** Later that night, Alice went out for a walk by herself. Alice approached the door of Elizabeth Jefferson's salon where a door-man stood. He did not offer to open the door and so she reached for it. "Madam," the door-man stated, pushed the door closed. "This is private club for members only." "Pardon me, but I am just here to give a message to someone. I will only be in briefly to deliver my message and then leave." "And whom do you wish to give a message to?" "Linda Barton. Is she there?" "And from whom is this message?" "Uh, Rupbert Greenleaf." "All right, you may enter." he said, recognizing the name. He opened the door for her. Alice stepped inside and walked down a short hallway, which led to a large, open salon, where twenty or so finely-dressed individuals talked and drank from fine glass-ware. At one end was a bar with tall plush chairs lined up in front of them. At the other end of the room was an elevated stage that had a grand piano. Alice looked around and soon recognized Linda Barton herself. She sat at the bar talking to one other lady. She did not acknowledge Alice until the latter had come very close to them. "Excuse me, Ms. Barton." Alice said meekly. The two ladies turned and looked at her uncomfortably. They glanced down at her clothes and then at each other. "Hello, I am here to give a message to you." she said looking at Linda. "I think we should speak in private." The other lady stood up. "I have to leave anyway," she said. "We'll chat more later. Good-bye Linda." She embraced her lightly and gave her a fake kiss on the cheek. Alice looked at Linda contritely with her hands folded together. "Please, Ms. Barton. There is something important I need to tell you." "What is it?" she said in a low but harsh tone. "What you saw earlier, between myself and Rupbert, it was not what it looked like. We are not having an affair, that is the only time something like that had ever happened, and it will surely happen never again. He doesn't want to be with me, he wants to be with you. He is going to propose to you, you know." "Did he send you here to speak with me?" Linda said, finally looking directly at Alice, but glaring savagely. "No, he did not, I swear. In fact, he did not even notice that you were in the store and saw us, and I did not tell him either. Actually, he does not even know that I am here now, talking to you." Linda stared at her for a moment, one could practically hear the wheels in her head laboriously turning. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" she said finally. "No, I suppose that is all," said Alice, staring at the floor. "Goodbye," she said, almost inaudibly. She walked back to Rupbert's mansion and walked around the grounds idly. Tears streamed down her face silently. Alice did all she could to keep from sobbing. As the waves of grief subsided, she continued to walk around the grounds. She went behind the building to enjoy the dark seclusion. Back there she saw the a patio again with several tables surrounded by chairs. The area was shaded by tall deciduous trees and unkempt bushes. As she approached she saw a point of light flare up and subside. Soon she realized that light came from a cigarette. She strained to perceive through the darkness and saw that it was James, the cook that was smoking the cigarette. He was barely visible in the shadows as he sat on the ground silently. As Alice realized there was a person there with her, she started, "Oh, excuse me. I did not realize someone else was here." "No, you should excusing *me*. I didn't mean to frighten you." James stood up and came closer to her, and then sat down at one of the patio tables. He took another puff of his cigarette. "It's a nice night." he said. "I like the fog." "Yes, the fog is rather pretty." said Alice. She sat down across from James. She relaxed. *What are you so upset about?* she asked herself. *It's not like you ever rationally believed that you truly had a chance to make someone like Rupbert Greenleaf fall in love with you.* She stared off into the impenetrable black distance of the trees. "So...", she began, looking into the cook's eyes. Even in the very dim setting, she could see some of the blue in his eyes. "How long have you been working for Mr. Greenleaf?" she asked. "I haven't been working here long. It's been almost six months since I started." "Oh," said Alice. In the distance one could hear a bat flutter from a nearby tree. She felt a chill and hugged herself. Alice wondered whether he could tell she had been crying. "Want to go upstairs, to my room? You'll get much warmer there." he said drily. Alice gazed at the smoke that gracefully floated and twisted from his cigarette. She stood up and pushed in her chair. "Let's go." she said. The two of them wordlessly crept into the house, up the stairs and to James's room. It was a plain, bare room. It only had a bed, one dresser, and a desk. Next to his bed was a pile of clothes. After they both stepped into the room Alice immediately lay on the bed and James closed the door lightly. No more words were needed, and he got on top of her. They kissed and groped. Alice tried to pretend he was Rupbert, but James had such rough hands. His breath smelled of beer and smoke, and he uttered feral grunts as he ground his clothed pelvis against hers. Rupbert would not be like that in bed, she mused to herself. He got back onto his feet and pulled his shirt off over his head. Alice almost forgot about Rupbert as she admired his broad, muscular, hairy chest. "Yes, fuck me..." she whispered. She lay on the bed passively as he put his hands up her skirt reaching for her under-wear. He lifted one of her legs up high and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. Alice closed her eyes and braced herself for his entrance but instead it seemed as if he had paused for a moment. She opened her eyes as she felt his wet finger as he rubbed the hole of her bottom to moisten it. His fingers felt a little cool from the moisture. She watched him as he put his fingers to his mouth again to put more saliva onto his fingers, and then he put his hand down to lubricate his stiff shaft. Alice sighed in anticipation. She had only heard of anal intercourse before, but she had found the idea of it appealing. Alice gave out a little grunt as he entered her behind. The feeling was overwhelming as he began to slowly thrust into and out of her; it was so pleasureful in a way she had never felt pleasure before. There was a fullness and a vague fear of being torn apart by his manhood. With one arm he held up one of her legs up and apart. With the other he reached down and skillfully began to stroke her clit. Alice cried out in surprise as her pleasure reached even greater heights. She writhed on bed, almost trying to break free from him, the intensity of the sensations were almost too much for her to bear. Then he began thrusting his fingers into her pussy while still rubbing her clit with his thumb. Alice lost control of herself and blurted, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" at short, rhythmic intervals. He continued to stimulate her adroitly in those three areas at once without respite and very soon orgasm hit her. Incongruously, this made her become silent all of a sudden, as if she had spent all of her voice already. She held her breath as waves of pleasure overtook her. She barely even noticed that the cook still continued to pump his prick in and out while he held both of her legs up making her stretch awkwardly. He began to groan in a low voice as he found his own orgasm. Alice felt him spurt his warm seed inside of her bottom and then he pulled out, still moaning. He looked down between their legs and admired the sight of the string of sticky fluid that still connected his penis to her body. He kissed her once again. "Oh, that was so good." she whispered. James sat up on the edge of the bed, and stared off into the distance. "Anytime. You know where to find me." he said. There was a long quiet moment. Alice sat up and adjusted her skirt. James opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it with the candle which burned on the window-sill. Suddenly, both Alice and James were startled as they heard the door open. Rupbert burst in and said. "What is going on in here?" For a moment Alice did not even realize it was Rupbert, his anger made him unrecognizable. He stared at the shirtless cook for a moment. He looked as if he were about to say something, but then he saw Alice's panties lying on bed and gasped. "This is unacceptable!" he yelled at James. "You are fired! Get out of here! Get out of here now! I never want to see your face again." James wordlessly gathered up his clothes. His cigarette fell from his lips and onto the ground, but he picked it right back up and put it back into his mouth. He glanced at Rupbert and then Alice, and hurried out of the room. "Why are you coming in here yelling?" said Alice, also yelling. "Why do you care what we did? You are going to go marry Linda right? What business is this of yours?" Rupbert opened his mouth but hesitated to speak. He knew very well he was being a hypocrite, that the way he was behaving did not make sense. "Alice..." "Well? Answer my questions!" "Alice... this is so difficult." He spoke gently and calmly now. "I haven't said anything, but I've thought about it. We have to be realistic... I mean... I know this is hard for you... but it is hard for me too. This is too complicated!" Alice hurriedly put her clothes back on as she spoke: "Well, sorry Ruby, for making your life so complicated! I'll just get out of your hair. I'm getting out of here, you never have to worry about me bothering you again!" She almost left without another word but in the doorway she stopped and turned around. "Oh, and Rupbert... by the way... Linda saw us in the store." She spoke calmly and matter-of-factly. "What?" he asked, genuinely confused. "She saw us, she saw us and then left the store upset." Rupbert gave out an exhasperated sigh, and Alice hurried out of the house. ---------------- When Rupbert arrived at Jefferson's he was sure that everyone there felt a little uncomfortable to see him. He wondered how much they knew and had gossiped about his stay at the sanitorium, his activities with the servant, his failed initiation into the secret society. Nevertheless, he did not hesitate to approach Linda, who sat at the bar alone, sipping at a glass of red wine. He sat next to her. She glanced at him and then went back to her drink, pretending to not have noticed him. "Hello, Linda." he said. He waited for her to reply but she said nothing. "How are you this evening?" he continued. He looked at her and then was taken aback by the nasty glare she gave him when she finally turned to him. "I thought you were a gentleman," she spoke quickly but in a quiet voice, "but it seems apparent that you and all other men are just lecherous swine. You ought to ashamed of yourself. Carrying on with your servant like that, worst of all, with such an ugly, hook-nosed half-breed." Rupbert was at a loss for words. Hearing her describe Alice in such a needlessly hateful manner made her far uglier than her uncharitable description of his employee. He felt he should defend Alice, but he quickly realized how little that would accomplish. "Linda, please, listen to what I have to say. Alice, my servant, told me about what you saw in the bookstore. Let me explain: Alice and I were just talking, and all of a sudden she kissed me. What you saw was meaningless, there is no reason it could happen ever again." As he spoke his words, the sickening guilt almost made him stop mid-sentence. He had rarely ever told such outright lies. She scoffed. "Are you trying to make is sound as if you were an unwilling participant? Ridiculous! Remember, I saw you with my own eyes." "No, I am not saying I was an unwilling participant, I am just saying that she started it, she caught me off guard. I did not know how to react." "'She started it' you say", Linda mocked. "You sound a like a child. Grow up! No wonder you have been a bachelor your whole life." Rupbert sighed. "Please, Linda, think about what I have said. I hope, in time, you can forgive me." "Even if I forgive you, you would still be just an overgrown man-child. Spend all of your time in your books, in your head. Why should I be interested in you? Why should I care if you are diddling the mongrel maid-servant? You are just a social laughing-stock, I would be lowering myself to try to associate myself with you." Rupbert felt as if he were talking to a stranger, her acridity almost transformed her into a monster. "That's... unnecesssary," he said. They both sat silently until Rupbert decided to give up, and left. ------------------- Alice had not strayed far from the house. She was not watching the house for long before she saw Rupbert leave. She wondered if he was going to find Linda and try to talk to her, and her heart sank. "What am I going to do?" Alice said to herself, under her breath, as she sat in the wood behind Rupbert's house. She knew that if he proposed to Linda, Linda would never allow her to continue to work in the house, and she would be out on the streets with nowhere to live. She would have to move to another country, or at least another city, and start all over. A cool, moist, night-time breeze blew gently, and she shivered. Alice thought about his face, his kind, handsome face. She knew she would never meet someone like him again. He was so intelligent and cultured, but, as he had so obliquely communicated before when they were in the carriage together, not such a snob like his so-called peers. All of a sudden, she felt a surge of confidence as she remembered what he had said to her, how he had treated her most of the time. He had told her that she was beautiful, and not just that, he had said she was intelligent, and unlike any other woman he had met before. He could love her, he could! Alice insisted to herself. He was just afraid of what other people would think and say about him. She could not blame him too much for that. He has goals and dreams, and to achieve them he must maintain his social standing. Right then, Alice decided to give him another chance, to at least see what would happen... "I have so much to gain, and everything to lose. If I am going to lose everything, I will not go down without a fight!" she thought. With that, she stood up and hurried back into Rupbert's mansion, and eagerly waited for him to return. *********************** Rupbert arrived home and collapsed onto the couch by the front door. He sat for a moment with his head down, resting on his hands. "What a mess I've made of my life." he said to himself. He decided to go straight to bed, hoping that a good night's rest would bring clarity. As he approached his bedroom he noticed some light emanated from his room through the narrow spaces between the door and its frame. A vague fear of robbers almost overtook him, but he realized it would make no sense for robbers to light the lamps in his room. He slowly opened the door and listened for a moment. He thought he heard a gentle movement. He stepped in finally and saw Alice, lying on his bed, perfectly naked, hair loose, and flipping through a book of art-photography. "Alice..." he said. He was so surprised and glad to see her, his mind almost did not acknowledge her unclothed state. She leaned to one side and propped herself up on one elbow. With the other hand she brushed her long black hair off of her slender shoulder. "Hello." she said in a low voice. For a moment Rupbert could only stare at her body. He was awestruck by her beauty. In the dim candle-light her dark skin seemed so smooth and flawless, even with a gentle sheen. She had such a delicate waist, and ankles, and arms, that contrasted with yet curved gracefully into her womanly hips and bust-line. He studied her body until he came to the dark hair he could barely see where her crossed legs met, when he suddenly felt over-whelmed. "Please... come here and join me," Alice said with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I don't know what you... I just... this isn't..." Rupbert sighed and stared at the wall for a moment. He turned around and left the room, closing the door gently behind himself. Alice was left in the room, alone again. Unfazed, she patiently looked back to the photography book. Rupbert hurried down the stairs to the sitting-room and sat in a chair. He chewed at his thumbnail anxiously. There were two courses of action in his mind: he could go to a different bedroom and sleep there. Or, he could go back into his bedroom of follow his animal whims.

Series Title: Highbury Tales By: Alexander Sunshine Episode 1: Rupbert and Alice ----------------- Author's note: Here is the beginning of a series I intend to be rather long. I warn the reader, there's more to this than just sex scenes. ----------------- Welcome to Highbury, capital of the country of Kingsland. The reader should already have heard of this illustrious city. It is the world's center of power, wealth, and culture. Besides those minor features, the land is best known for its foggy weather, a skyline shaped by historical fortresses, castles, and mansions, and its lower-class neighborhoods redolent of their famous baked goods. In one of those aromatic neighborhoods, Alice Baker made her way down the cramped, cobblestone street, where newspaper boys and vendors shouted to advertise their wares. Crowds of drab people walked up and down the street going about their business. But as Alice walked she did not look ahead, but up and around at the different shops around. "Bakery... seamstress, fruit-market, lock-smith, leather-smith, shoe-store, black-smithe, no! There must be one around here somewhere-" All of a sudden she felt a shock as the handle of a parasol of lady riding in a carriage struck her on the shoulder. "Ahh! You hit me!" She said as she fell to the ground. The fancy carriage continued on, but in the moment she could barely hear the blue-blooded man sitting next to the lady as he said, "Mangy rabble! Watch where you are going!" Alice stood up and massaged her shoulder. The soreness in her shoulder faded away easily, but not the soreness in her heart. She had arrived in Highbury just not long ago, all alone. She thought moving here would be her opportunity to move up in society, but so far all she found was prejudice and coldness. She dusted off her drab beige dress, one of three that was all the clothing she possessed in the world. It was the best thing she had to wear for her job cleaning stables on Richmond Hill, where the elite families, even the royal family, lived. She continued to walk, studying the storefronts. "Oh, a bookstore!" she said. She crossed the street and looked through the window. "No, this is not the right kind of store." All she could see were magazines, newspapers, and trashy bestsellers, not the kind of thing she was looking for. She sighed and continued to walk. She crossed the street and the road was suddenly wider and better-tended. She was entering the center of Highbury, the wealthier part. She sighed again, figuring that any store that would sell books she could actually afford would not be there. But just then, a sign caught her eye: "Greenleaf Books, New, Used, Rare Books." "This might have what I'm looking for!" said Alice to herself. Alice did not know it, in fact few paid attention to the humble-looking store on edge of Downtown Highbury, but Greenleaf Books was owned by Rupbert Greenleaf himself, the sole heir to the fortune that came to him when his parents, were suddenly killed in a tragic sailing accident. That day Rupbert was working in his store as usual. He was alone most of the time, except when one of his few friends came by to chat with him. Just a few hours before Alice arrived, Linda Barton had come by. She invited him over for a dinner party. Soon, his friend Jacob came by too, and she left. "Hello, Rupee", said Jacob, calling Rupbert by his nickname. "Hello," he said eagerly. "I've been meaning to go talk to you, I went over to the cafe but you were not there." "Well, here I am now." "So? Tell me, do you have word about my membership?" Jacob smiled. "First, tell me about your meeting with Linda just now? What was she doing here?" "Oh, she just invited to me a dinner party she is throwing next Friday." "Did you accept?" "Yes, I accepted." he said, frowning. "What, you don't want to go? You should. All you do is sit in this little shop and read your books all day. Hardly anyone ever sees your face. People talk about how you-" "I accepted." Rupbert interrupted. "I look forward to having a good time. Perhaps I'll get a chance to entertain them with my piano skills, but I do not want to give Linda the wrong idea." "That Linda, she does have designs on you!" "Obviously. She is a fine lady, but she is fourty-five years old, a little old for my preferences." "I would say the same, and oh, by the way, she is not fourty-five years old, she is lying about her age, she is even older than that! Oh yes, and her last husband probably died from being nagged to death." Rupbert laughed. "What a cruel thing to say! We should not gossip like women like this anyway. Tell me about the membership! You dodged my question once, but I won't let you do it again!" Just then the bell over the front door jingled as it opened. A young peasant woman gingerly walked in and smiled meekly as the two men turned to look at her. Rupbert flashed her a broad smile in return that quickly dropped off of his face. He felt deeply uncomfortable seeing that young lady in his store. He could not help but stare for a moment. Her clothes were ragged, undyed fabric. Worse still, her complexion was swarthy, and she had the blackest hair and eyes; She looked like a foreigner from one of those heathenish, impoverished countries. He hoped that if he ignored her Jacob would not notice her, and continued his conversation with him in a softer voice. "So, tell me about my membership" he said, almost whispering. "Congratulations, friend, you're in!" "Yes!" Rupbert shook his hand. "So, what next?" "There is a meeting tonight at a secret location. First, let me warn you, if you attend tonight, there is no backing out. You will see who the other members are, and some of our secret activities, and so you cannot be let out after this. If you do, you'll be ruined, and so will I for that matter for nominating you for membership. Do you understand? I can't be more specific than that, but trust me, they mean business! Can I trust you? The society will more than you expected, believe me." "Yes, yes! Of course you can trust me. Jacob, you have known me my whole life. You know me." "Yes, my friend, and that is why I nominated you. Well, I have to go. Once again, congratulations!" He shook Rupberts hand again, patted him on the shoulder and left. Rupbert was so happy, he kept smiling until he noticed that the shoddily-dressed young lady was still there. He barely suppressed his discomfort as she approached him to ask him something. When Alice had come in, she was first struck by the sheer size of the place. It looked so small from the outside, but once inside, she saw rows upon rows of countless books. She was in awe of how much knowledge must have been between those walls, she realized she could not read so many books if she spent her entire life doing nothing but reading and reading. Next she noticed the handsome shopkeeper. He seemed to be in his late thirties, perhaps early fourties, age just beginning to show on him. He was tall and somewhat thin. He wore spectacles that did not manage to hide his deep green eyes, which were accentuated by his tweed jacket over a brown vest and suit. He seemed very bookish, but still, she found him so striking when he smiled at her. He talked to his friend in a kind of hushed tone, but she could hear that his accent had something unusual about it, but it was still vaguely familiar. Soon she recognized that his accent was that of the very high social stratifications. That made her uneasy, and she in hindsight detected something counterfeit in his greeting. Her heart sank as the thought crossed her mind that she was not wanted there. Nevertheless, she was determined to find what she was looking for. She looked around at the books in the shelf closest to her. She looked at the titles in puzzlement, she could not even tell from the titles what the books were even about in many cases. She glanced over at the men again and decided she would just browse until they were done with their conversation. The way they spoke, so hushed and excited, she doubted they would welcome interruption. Soon, one of the men left and Alice was left alone with the bespectacled shop owner. He approached her with an affectedly convivial smile. "Hello, ma'am. Might I help you find something?" Rupbert asked. "Yes, I am looking for books about electricity and radio." "Radio and electricity? That is some cutting edge material you are asking for!" "Yes, I know. I hear that they will revolutionize civilization. I'm going to learn all I can so that when the technology starts taking off, I can be a specialist that will certainly be in high demand." Rupbert gave her look as if she had just claimed to be a visitor from the moon. He suppressed a laugh, smiled and said, "Well, you are in luck. Just yesterday I got a shipment of textbooks for selling to the London University students. Come right this way..." Alice followed him to a far shelf, where he recommended six books to her. Since she had such limited means, she picked out only one of them to purchase. She paid for the book with old crumpled up pound-notes, unlike most customers who paid by check. Sensing her incongruity to her present environs, she summarily thanked the handsome shopkeeper and was out the door. ---- For the rest of the day, the man at the bookstore kept entering her thoughts. She thought of his handsomeness and smiled, but then she thought of the way he treated her and frowned. She wondered what his life was like. Was he married? Did he have children? What was he talking so excitedly with his friend about? Was he as rich as he obliquely seemed? On one hand, he was running a humble albeit large book store, but on the other hand, his accent and demeanor were unmistakably aristocratic. Yet at the same time, something about him exuded an apparent lack of self-confidence; he was a wannabe. In that last observation Alice felt a connection between he and herself, she felt exalted realizing that even someone like him was insecure in his station in the social stratification. After work, late at night, as she walked to her apartment, she still thought about him. When she decided to alter her route to pass by the bookstore again, she finally realized she was completely infatuated. "How ridiculous! To be infatuated with a man who might be twice my age, after meeting him only once, briefly. Worst of all, a man who looks down his nose at me as a vermin, probably. As she rounded the corner she saw the door of the bookstore swing open and Rupbert stepped out and put out a lamp. Alice stopped and watched him from afar. "There he is!" she thought. She felt her face get hot. "What do I do now? If I follow him, I can see where he lives." He briskly started to walk in the opposite direction and Alice followed, trying to stay a fixed distance behind him. "Look at me, I'm stalking him now. What is wrong with me? There is no harm though, I just want to see where he lives." They walked for half an hour. "This man lives so far from his business!" Alice thought. "Unless he is not actually going home." Alice stopped as she saw that her quarry had arrived at his destination. She was surprised to see he had stopped not at a house, but at one of the large remote cathedrals. "Why would anyone go to church this late at night?" Alice thought. She looked at the building in the distance and could see that it was well lit. It was dark, but she could barely see that there was a group of people in the front courtyard. Alice went into the shadows among some trees and watched them. "What are all of these people doing out here late at night?" Soon she saw that they all went inside of the church. "Something strange is going on," thought Alice. "I have never heard of any religious service at this time of night." She made her way toward the cathedral, cautiously remaining in the shadows amongst the trees. The moon was high and full, and she did not want to be seen or approached. She took a curved path to the back of the Cathedral and was disappointed to find nothing of interest there. High up, however she could see a stained glass window that was lit up from within. "It's stupid, but I'll do it anyway!" she said, as she decided to try to climb up and enter the cathedral some way, somehow. She moved close to the wall. "If only there were a ladder..." she thought. She put her hand against a spot of rough stone. Much of the wall was covered in thick ivy. She put her fingers into it and pulled. "This ivy is strong. I hope it does not give me a rash." She put her hands up, buried her fingers into the ivy and pulled herself up, it seemed to support her weight. "This is so ridiculous, the ivy can break and I'll fall down." She lifted herself up again and tested her weight. She bounced up and down, testing the ivy more. She was pleased to find that it would not break it no matter how hard she tried. "This could work", she realized. And so she easily made her way up the vertical wall like an insect. She was able to get next to a stained-glass window and peeked through. The stained glass was so foggy but she could make out movement inside. "There are so many people in there! What could they up to?" She notice that some tiny parts of the stained glass were plain, and through it she could see clearly with one eye. She watched some more. Some men were standing around and chatting and drinking. She noticed there was an expansive balcony looking over the hall. "I can watch them better from there," she thought. She climbed sideways until she came to a window she could climb through. --- "Hello, Ruby," Jacob said as he saw Rupbert approach in the front courtyard of the cathedral. "Glad to see you made it here on time." "Of course not, I would loathe to disappoint." "It's so exciting that you are finally joining. This day is one that you will never forget, your life will never be the same." "Will I go through some kind of initiation? Or perhaps you cannot tell me..." "There will be an initiation ceremony for you, I am not allowed to tell you much about it naturally, but I assure you it will not be anything dangerous. Tonight, just follow directions and try to relax. After the ceremony, shake hands, introduce yourself, mingle. Tonight, people just want to see you." "Oh, that doesn't sound so bad, but this initiation stuff... perhaps you can give me a little hint about it, so that I am not too much taken by surprise?" "Don't worry Rupee." As he said that the church bell began to ring, singing its midnight song. "The ceremony is about to begin! Follow me inside. Rupbert followed Jacob to the front doors of the cathedral. There, outside, fifteen to twenty men stood about socializing but some of them began to enter the cathedral. "See that man over there, the tall one with the blonde hair?" asked Jacob. "Yes." said Rupbert. He eyed the tall slender man. He appeared to be in his fifties. He shook hands with various other men around him and smiled a confident, understated smile. "That is Gerard Redchild, he is the head of this chapter of the society." "This chapter? You mean there are others?" "Oh yes, I'm surprised you did not know at least that. There are chapters all over the world, in every civilized country." "Amazing." The two of them followed the rest of crowd as they filed toward the elegant main reception-hall. However, suddenly Jacob stopped and stood in front of Rupbert, blocking him from the hall. "All right Rupee, come this way with me." Jacob led Rupbert through a narrow hallway and into a small storage room. "Now, to begin your initiation, first I must ask you to take off all of your clothes, I will put a blindfold securely about your face, and I will lead you to another room to continue." said Jacob. "Take off my clothes?" Rupbert laughed. "You're serious!" Jacob stared into his eyes in earnest as a reply. "All right, all right, I get it, you are serious, you do not have to look at me like that." And so Rupbert obediently stripped down to his knickers. "You must take off everything." he said matter-of-factly. Rupbert sighed and obeyed this too. "I feel so silly, like I'm joining a grade-school fraternity or something." Jacob stepped behind him and tied the black cloth behind his head. The fabric hugged his head tightly and fit snugly behind his ears. Jacob took him by the shoulders and turned him around and led him into the hall. It was very quiet, but Rupbert could sense the vastness of the room he was in. He could vaguely hear the steps of his bare feet echoing throughout the room. Soon, the gentle push of his hands was gone, and Rupbert found himself lost, cold, and in the dark. As he stood quietly the vague feeling that there were many people around him dawned on him. Rupbert considered calling out, to ask for help, to ask what he was to do, but before he could decide what to say, he felt a slap of something hard and broad across his side. He called out in pain instead, and soon he felt more blows, across back, his stomach, over his head. He cried out more in fear than in pain as he cowered. He put his hands up to protect his face, but he could not protect his entire body. Then, as suddenly as the shower of blows had begun, they stopped. He pulled off his blindfold and saw he was surrounded by masked, robed figures. He yelped and moved as if about to run, but there was nowhere to run. "Please," he cried, "don't hit me anymore!" One of the masked men spoke: "We will not strike you again, -if you do what we tell you to do." The masked men wore long, formless black robes that dragged along the floor. Their masks were round, smooth, and white, with minimal features. The expressionless face on the masks did not just lack humanity, but any kind of art or spirit at all, making them more frightening than any mask portraying a gruesome monster would be. Looking into those blank masks, Rupbert felt as if he were all alone in the company of cold, compassionless machines. "What do you want me to do?" he asked gently. "Sit down on the floor." "All right," he said, lowering himself and letting his bare backside rest against the cold stone floor." "Touch yourself." "What?" "Masturbate. Now!" Rupbert glanced at the long wooden paddle he and the others each held in their hand and then looked down at himself. He was surprised to see his erection, the current situation seemed to be quite the opposite of arousing. For the moment he was glad however, so that he could follow their directions and avoid further contact with their cruel paddles. "You are going to join us, but first, we must know everything about you. Tell us all about your sexual history, tell us all of your secrets." "Well, of course I have had sex, I... uh... I don't know where to begin." "How old were you when you first masturbated?" a voice said. "Uh... fifteen." "Liar!" The man's voice boomed. He struck the ground with his paddle and sound was painful. Rupbert decided then and there he would just speak the truth and get this over with: "I don't know! I was very young, 5 years old perhaps, it is difficult to remember. I swear, please do not strike me again!" "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" "I was twenty-three." The crowd of men around him laughed derisively, as Rupbert continued to stroke himself obediently. "Twenty-three!" someone repeated. "What a prig!" "Have you ever had relations with another male?" He squinted his eyes shut, bracing himself to tell the truth, it was too late to say 'no': "One time... in boarding school, another boy started molesting me in my sleep. I woke up and didn't know what to do, so I just pretended to stay asleep and I let him finish." "He claims he didn't know what to do! What a fib! He's just a pervert." More laughter. The crowd continued to jeer at him as he absent-mindedly continued to stroke himself. He endured the situation by being apart from it. He felt like he was not living the situation, he felt like a mere observer. Yet, still, as their ridicule continued he found that their energy, as it cut into him, aroused him terribly. They continued to ask him humiliating questions, until soon the questions just seemed more humorously absurd than humiliating. Rupbert was proper gentleman, who had lived a conventional life with little adventure. He easily said no to all of their strange questions, if he paused usually it was because he could not even imagine some of the acts they asked him about. It was not long until the questioner was convinced that Rupbert's sexual past was relatively bland and uncheckered, and the questions stopped. Now it was only the jeering of the other men echoing through the hall: "Pervert!" "Idiot!" "Homo!" "Freak!" "Queer!" "Molester!" "Wanker!" "Buggerer!" Rupbert could not bear to look at his tormentors as he sat cold and naked on cold stone floor. He kept his eyes shut and his head down, trying to block it all out. Soon he felt the wave of pleasant release as he finally spent his seed straight up into the air. Just as he felt that this humiliation was over, the masked men around him began to applaud mockingly. Now Rupbert had nothing to do but sit still and motionless, praying that God himself would blink him out of existence so that he would not have to endure any more. He knew how he appeared: flabby, pale, and hairy. Pathetic and alone there on the cold stone floor. ------------- Rupbert was led out of the center of the hall and shown to his clothes, and a basin for washing his hands. All of the other men took off their masks. Some of them shook hands with him. Rupbert thought perhaps it was over, but he soon realized they were all waiting for the ritual to continue. The lights went out and the inhabitants of the hall were surrounded by impenetrable darkness, save the weak moonlight that came in through the tinted glass windows high up above. They heard a door open and a line of nuns came marching out. All of a sudden candles around the hallway lit up. "How did they do that?" Rupbert wondered. The women began to chant. At first he thought it was latin, but as they continued chanting he listened closely and recognized that it did not resemble any language he in all his years of studying was familiar with. The nuns all walked around the hall until they formed a circle, and then stopped. They continued to chant more for a few moments, then, to Rupberts shock and amazement, they threw off their robes and hats, revealing them to be perfectly naked underneath. All of these women were similar looking: young, slender, pale, well-proportioned and with long hair that flowed just past the waist. These were not ordinary nuns. One more woman appeared from the same doorway as them, naked like them, but with bright ginger features. She carried a large, rolled-up carpet. She went within the circle of women and laid down the carpet, which turned out to be black and perfectly round. Rupbert noticed that the woman held a thick piece of white chalk. She bent down and drew on the carpet. She walked and drew at the same time, dragging her arm along, forming a large white circle along the edge of the carpet. Then she drew straight lines across the circle that began and ended on the perimeter of the circle. There were five lines when she was done which formed a pentagram. That woman sat down in the center of the pentagram cross legged and seemed to wait. Just then the doors opened again, and this time, a group of five men dressed as priests began to file out. As they walked they incanted bizarre words in booming voices. They pronounced each syllables for several seconds each. The ground and the entire church seemed to vibrate with their voices. They continued to chant as they each sat down close to the woman. Each one put their hands on the woman and began caressing all of her body and her long red hair. The sight of the flesh of their numerous bare hands eclipsed the woman and they were like a single entity of writhing voluptuousness. The woman moaned, louder and louder such that soon it sounded exaggerated and almost comical. Rupbert looked around. As the so-called priests took turns impregnating the woman in the center, the activity became monotonous and almost boring to watch. Rupbert looked around at the other men around him. They all studied the activity in the middle as if they could miss something important if they pulled their eyes away for even a moment. Rupbert wondered if he would be expected to take part tonight, or some other night. The thought that he might frightened him too much to consider whether that appealed to his prurient interests or not. As they appeared to be finishing the fear in him welled up. Time slowed down as he anxiously wondered what would happen next. Out of the vaulted doors, another priest emerged, leading a very short person in a hood by the hand. When he came to the center he uncovered the short person, who turned out to be a small boy, who could be no older than six years old. He had golden hair, and large, sad pale eyes. The boy looked terrified but he did not struggle, as if his spirit was broken, his soul already fled, and his body was resigned to whichever fate his captors had decided for him. When Rupbert saw the little boy, he became very puzzled. Why would someone bring a small boy to an event like this? Were they going to make him have sex with the nun also? In Rupberts sheltered mind, even that bizarre possibility was barely thinkable. Then the priest unsheated a shining dagger, making a slitting sound which reverberated back and forth around the hall, startling him. The dagger gleamed and Rupbert's eyes darted to the men around him, to the boy, and then back to those surrounding him. What was the meaning of this? They wouldn't really... Are they really going to stand by and watch while he... Why would they want to? What would they get out of it? There was another sound that not only startled him, but also all of the men around him, finally something broke their rapt attention. "Look! Up there!" someone said. "There's an intruder up there!" --- Alice had been entranced by the ceremony. She felt surreal watching these strange activities that were unlike anything she had ever seen, read, or heard about. She was utterly shocked when she saw the "priests" fling off their robes and then take turns tupping the red-headed lady. Alice slowly drew closer and could not help but stare at the members of the relatively unoccupied four of the five men who knelt with penises erect and glistening in the candle-light with the mingled juices of all six of them. In the audience of men, after they had taken off their masks, she saw a man who looked like her employer. Was it really him? She moved around the balcony, trying to get a better look. She was so absorbed she did not notice the tall candle holder at her side and it fell over and landed with a painfully loud clang against the stone tiles. When she heard a man yell and point at her, she was confused for a moment, having practically forgotten how she had gotten there. In an instant, however, she realized she had better escape. She looked at the window but decided it would not be safe to hurry back down that way. Besides, they could go outside faster than she could climb down anyway. There was not much more hope of escape any other way, but she figured she ought to go downstairs. She ran around the long balcony and found a door. She turned the knob but it was locked. Another door opened and some of the men came out and closed in on her. She screamed and tried to run the other way. She did not take two steps until one man was able to grab her. Another man grabbed her legs. "Stop! What are you going to do to me?" Alice cried. "What are we going to do to her?" said a voice. "Let's bring her downstairs!" someone else said. They carried her down into the main hall. The people taking part in the ceremony had left. The men tossed her down to the floor, onto the center of the pentagram and everyone else surrounded her. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" thundered Gerard. Alice was at a loss for words. "I... I just... I didn't know I'd see this, I just..." She saw Rupbert and looked at him. She became silent but her high pleading continued to reverberate for a few seconds. He looked back at her wide-eyed, he might have been as scared as she was. Gerard noticed that she was staring at someone, and he turned and saw that it was Rupbert she was looking at. "You're staring at Rupbert... do you know each other?" Alice said nothing. "Rupbert, do you know this girl? Did you tell her about this?" "No, no! No!" he insisted. "Talk! What is going on?" he roared. "I don't know this girl, I swear!" "Then why are you two looking at each other like you know each other?" "It's nothing, I just think I saw her in my shop earlier today, that's all." He ignored that last statement. "Something fishy is going on here. You are not telling the truth! Your invitation into the society is REVOKED! Better now than later. You are GONE!" "Are you going to..." Rupbert gulped, "kill us?" "Kill you? Don't flatter yourself. Just get out of here, now. Get out of here and pretend like you never came here." Gerards voice was low and simmering. "Aren't you afraid that we'll tell others of what we saw here?" asked Rupbert. Alice shot him an angry look as if he what he said could change Gerard's mind about what to do about them. "Afraid of you? You flatter yourself again. You know better than to tell, and even if you don't, no one will believe you anyway, you would just make yourself a laughingstock and if you insisted you might find yourself in the bughouse. Afraid you'll tell... only you should be afraid that you will tell. You do not want to give us any trouble, you are just like an insect compared to us: to be squashed at our leisure!" Someone opened the heavy front doors. Rupbert and Alice looked to the door and felt the cool breeze. Outside the door beckoned the unknown: cold, silent, but free. "You're just like an insect, you're only hope for survival to fly, fly away!" There was silence for a moment. Alice and Rupbert stood still, skeptical that it was that easy, that they were to simply to leave and suffer no consequences. "Don't you hear me!" His voice now became so vicious and thundering, it startled them to blind terror. They both rushed out the door, never looking back. But they heard him continue: "Go! Fly! Fly away! Worthless insects! How dare you? How dare you come here? Mangy rabble! Watch what you say and do, where you go!" ------------- The two of them ran with all of their might. Just as one of them started to lose their their breath, they both stopped. They both panted for air and slowly their breathing grew normal. The city was calm and peaceful. The only sound was of the wind and a gentle hiss as drizzle hit the cobble-stones. Rupbert and Alice looked at each other for a moment. "Do you really think they're just letting us go? Just like that?" asked Rupbert. Alice felt strange having such an older man asking for reassurance from someone like her, as if he were a child and she were his mother. "No, I never believed that, not for a second. Didn't you ever read that popular novel about the detective investigating the secret society? It was much like this one come to think of it... It was called 'The Mystery of the Missing Boys.'" "I'm not a big fan of the trashy bestsellers, but I have heard the title before" admitted Rupbert. "Well, in that story, an infiltrator into secret society is discovered and they said they would just let him go because no one would believe him anyway. Just like the man in the church said. But then, within the week, they try to kill him, trying to make it look like a robbery. You see, they can't kill us in the church, with no planning something might look suspicious. Instead, they will wait until we are going about our regular business and when we least expect it..." Rupbert nodded and put a hand up, he could not bear to hear her finish that sentence. "That makes sense. But what should we do?" "I don't know, why are you asking me? You're older, you should know more." "I don't know more, that's the first time I went to one of their meetings. I'm in so much trouble now, even if they do not kill me." he said ruefully. But then anger and irritation welled up in him all of a sudden. "What were you doing there anyway?" "I just, I saw you going there, and wondered what someone would be doing there, going to church so late at night." "How did you even get in?" "I went around the back, and climbed up through a window." "Climbed up through a window! You climbed up sheer rock just to see what was going on in there? Why would a girl do something like that?" "Well, it wasn't just sheer rock, there were thick vines that made it easy to climb." She shook her head. "I was just curious, it's not important. We are in this trouble now regardless of the reason." "I need to hide. I know," he said, snapping his fingers, talking as if to himself. "I'll stay over at Bill Jager's place, he's new in town and no one really knows him, or knows that I know him. It's not even very far. He owes me a favor, so he'll let me stay." "I don't know where I can stay. I'm just a maid with no family, I don't really have any friends, or know anyone I can stay with." "You shouldn't have anything to worry about. No one there would know your name, or how to figure out where you live." "That's not true, I work in the houses of rich folk. I saw the lord of the house I am working for currently and he saw me too. He knows where I live." "Oh well. You seem like a smart girl, you'll figure something out. I need to go now." "What? I don't know where to go." Rupbert was clearly anxious to be rid of her. He stalked off away from there, leaving her standing alone in the darkness. As his footsteps faded away she was left in the quiet. The only sounds were the wind and the crickets. She shivered, noticing for the first time it was chilly out. She walked down the street and looked around. They could be coming after her to kill her now, she decided to turn into a narrow, dark alley, she wondered if she would find some empty crates to take shelter in. She was disappointed to find the alley was clean and empty. The adjacent buildings had doors that led into the alley. She tested each and found them locked. She then tested a window and was found that it slid open easily. She looked inside and saw it was a storage room. It was so deliciously warm inside that she climbed in barely giving it a thought. She sat down on the floor and sighed, feeling relieved. She realized how exhausted she was. No wonder, it was so late. She leaned back onto a giant sack of potatoes. She considered all of the mortal danger she might be in, but she was so tired she did not care. Within seconds, blanketed by the stuffy warmth of the stale air, she fell asleep.

Title: Harem Spies by Alexander Sunshine MMF MF MM MMMF Blurb: This story is about a young female soldier named Lilac in the fantasy country of Lasanland. This is the story of she ends up in a threesome relationship with two of her fellow soldiers. ******************************** Lilac walked into the auditorium, where the air buzzed and echoed with the casual conversation of her fellow soldiers. She scanned the crowd for a familiar face among the sea of green uniforms but one was not found. All of the military had the same uniform for occasions such as these, whether they were marksmen, swordsman, white magicians, or black magicians like herself. She walked up the stairs a picked a row to sit in. She chose a seat with a good view and casually observed the scene. She looked for her good friend Reiny, who should have been easy to spot. Besides herself Reiny, and a handful of others, all of the soldiers were male. In front, on stage, some commanders she recognized were taking turns shaking hands with a young man about her own age. He was a tall, strong-looking, and even handsome young man. He wore a soldier's uniform, and had long, thick, wavy brown hair that was tied back, and hung to the hemline of his pants. He had a strange palor however, reminiscent of rich folk who spent all of their time shut up inside of their mansions. Nevermind that a rich man would never join the forces, everything else about his appearance suggested a rugged, battle-hardened soul. The auditorium continued to fill up, and soon a loud group of young recruits sat directly behind her. She could hear every word of their conversation: "Hey, look at that guy on stage." said a young man's voice. That guy looks just like Viktor Urkutes." "Yeah, it does look a lot like him." said a different voice. "I think it is him," said a third voice. There was a stunned silence. "How can that be him? He's in prison, they wouldn't let a maniac like that out, would they?" Lilac wondered who this Urkutes guy was, the named sounded slightly familiar to her, but she could not connect a face nor a circumstance to it. "Hello everybody!" said a man on stage. "Let's settle down. We are ready to begin." The chatter in the auditorium quickly died down. "Welcome everyone. I hope you all had a relaxing vacation. I'm not going to lie, there is some hard work ahead of us, all of us. Next month will be the 10th anniversary of the day we won the war against the Sun Republic, but as we all know, the underlying conflict goes on. It is clear that the Sun Republic still is a threat to our existence, they still scheme to take away our land, and maliciously slaughter and enslave us. It is a great evil we face, a country that represents hate, greed, and spiritual bankruptcy. They are not going away, not anytime soon, and so we must fight. I have confidence in all of you, in your courage, strength, and skill. Each one of you is a hero, and one day in the future, our people will think of their ancestors, of us, and be grateful that we risked our lives, so that they could be free. Thank you." The crowd applauded as the speaker sat down, and another one stood up. The applause died down as he began to speak. "I'm pleased to introduce our newest recruit, Viktor Urkutes." He stretched his arm towards the young man Lilac had observed before. As he continued to speak, the auditorium seemed eerily silent. "Let us all give a warm welcome to our newest member. His great skills and courage will be a great asset for our new undertakings, as we defend our country from the nefarious Sun Republic." There was some light applause, as it died down, Lilac could hear the kids behind her speaking again: "I heard he cut a guy's foot off for accidently stepping on his. Or maybe it was he sliced off his leg at knee, I forget." "That's not true. What happened was, he cut off a guy's finger's for accidently taking his drink in a bar." "They wouldn't let a guy that crazy out of prison, would they? He was in prison only for murder, if he had done those other things he would have convicted of those too." "'Only for murder' he says." "Well, it was supposedly in self-defense." Lilac studied Viktor as well as she could from that distance. She thought he did look like a merciless man. Even though he was sitting down, he subtley showed the swaggering pride of an unrepentant criminal. She had an epiphany right then. That strange palor Viktor had, it was because he had been locked up in prison before now. But why would he be released now, and even let into the military? She frowned, even if the things they were saying about him were not true, she could sense he was a man of repulsive character. The speaker continued to speak: "Now, I will explain how things are going to work here for a while. Some of the neighboring buildings have been converted to barracks, and you will all be staying in them, so that we can make use of you on a moment's notice. We will divide up the males and females. Since there are so few of the latter, the ladies will stay in the same area. Once I let you all go, you should sign into a barracks and reserve a room for yourself. Each room will house two soldiers. After that, sign up for training wherever your barracks is. Okay, thank you very much for coming, dismissed." The auditorium became loud as crowd dispersed. "Lilac! Lilac! Over here!" A voice said amongst the din. She turned around and saw her best friend Reiny smiling and waving. "I haven't seen you in too long!" she continued. Lilac gave her a hug. "I looked for you but I couldn't find you." "Oh well, we're found now. Let's go sign up for dorm rooms. Wanna be roomies?" "Sure!" "Did you notice that Viktor guy?" "Yeah, he's scary looking. I think he just got out of prison." "He's so sexy and dangerous." "I guess." The next day Lilac and Reiny woke up at dawn to go to the daily training. As they walked across the training field to where the others were congregating, the rising sun colored the sky orange and purple. The air was moist, cool and fresh. Reiny slapped her dorm-mate's shoulder. "Ow!" said Lilac. "What's wrong with you?" "Look, it's Viktor, he's right there! Oooh!" "Relax." said Lilac. She saw him among the crowd, talking to some other guy. Their eyes met and he imediately excused himself from his friend's company and strutted towards the two young women. "He's coming this way, he's coming this way!" said Reiny. "Shut. Up. You are so embarassing." Lilac did her best not to yell. "Hey ladies." he said when he arrived. "Nobody told me that such beautiful women would be in the military!" "Awww..." said Reiny. Lilac remained silent. "What are your names?" "I'm Reiny, and this is my best friend Lilac." "Hello," Lilac said. "What a beautiful name, 'Lilac', very fitting. My name is Viktor." "We already knew your name," said Reiny, blushing. "Everyone knows who you are, you reputation precedes you." "Oh, well, let me show you how to tell whether the rumors you've heard about me are true or not. If it's bad, it's all exaggerated. If it's good things you have heard, it's definitely not exaggerated, and all true." Reiny giggled and Lilac managed a smile. They all heard a whistle blow. The sergeant motioned them all to get into formation. "Well, it was nice meeting you lovely ladies. Unfortunately, now I must bid you my leave. Bye." Lilac watched him walk away. She grabbed Reiny and they walked to their positions. "Why are you acting so silly around him?" "He's hot, that's why." "He's good-looking, but so what? There are other good-looking guys around, ones that aren't low-life criminals like him." "Oh, I forgot, you like the good guys like <i>Paaaris</i>." "Shut up! You're so loud!" Reiny laughed. The drill sergeant blew a whistle again. "Sorry to interrupt your social hour ladies!" he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Get to your places!" They found themselves close to Viktor again. Reiny smiled and blushed. Lilac did her best to ignore him. "It's so warm out here!" Viktor said loudly. Lilac turned to look at him in spite of herself. "Ahh! That's better", he said as he took off his shirt. He looked over in Lilac's direction and gave her a wink. "Oh brother!" She quickly looked away, barely glimpsing his impressive physique. "He thinks you're playing hard-to-get. I should of tried that!" Reiny sighed. The sergeant glared in her direction, and that was the end of the conversation. Later at dinner time, the the two girlfriends went to the cafeteria together and saw Viktor again. "Let's go sit over there, with Viktor!" said Reiny. "Please, no." "Oh c'mon, he won't bite you. Paaaris is sitting with him! Look, they are talking to each other." "Really?" Lilac looked and saw that that was indeed the situation. She thought it was strange someone like Paris would associate with someone like Viktor. "Come on!" she said, pulling Lilac's arm. "It looks like I don't have a choice." She could that the male pair was looking at them and so she quit resisting. "Hey!" said Viktor enthusiastically. "There's plenty of room here, sit right down!" Lilac watched Paris as he turned his face down to spoon up some of the food. She admired how that pose accentuated his long pale eyelashes. Soon she noticed Viktor regarding her unabashedly, and so she looked down at her own food quickly. Lilac stayed quiet throughout the dinner while Reiny chatted up Viktor in her usual perky fashion. Lilac wanted to talk to Paris, but Reiny and Viktor and dominated the conversation. By the time they were all done with their food Lilac just wanted to go back to her room and throw her covers over her head. She could not stand being so close to beautiful Paris, yet not be able to reach out to him. She even left Reiny behind as she threw her leftovers away and left the cafeteria. As she walked through the hallway she heard her name called behind her. Lilac turned around and could see Viktor approaching her. She turned the other way but he hurried up to her. "Hey," he said. "What do you want now?" She said with a sigh. "Don't be mean to me, it hurts my feelings." he said, resting his hand dramatically over his heart. "I'm sure it does." She tried to walk away. "Don't go. I want to talk to you about something." She continued on. "It's about Paris!" he said. She stopped, hesitated. She could not resist. "What is it?" "I know why you rebuff me so much, it's because you only have eyes for Paris. I see the way you look at him." "I don't-" "Wait, let me finish." he said, putting a finger to her lips. "I have a little proposition for you. An arrangement that would benefit us all." "A proposition?" "First, let me tell a secret about your lover boy. I happen to be well-acquainted with his current lover, and from his current choice, I can tell you that you don't know him as well as you think you do." "His current lover?" Lilac felt her heart sink to her knees. "Don't feel bad, there his hope for you and him. You see, this lover I speak of... is me." "You! You and Paris?" She was stunned, she did not know how to feel. Viktor laughed. "Yes, the two of us have spent a few very pleasant nights together." "Well then, I suppose I'm not his type." "Oh no, don't make that assumption. Allow me to get to my proposition. Well, first, here is the situation laid plain: the situation is that you want Paris, and I want you, but I have Paris." "That's a coarse way of putting it." "Nevertheless, I'm a generous man, I don't mind sharing sometimes." "You don't mind sharing? What are you talking about?" she asked, exhasperated. "Well, I'll try to put this delicately. Paris and I are going to be sharing a dorm room. What if tonight... you happened to come by and pay us a visit?" "A visit for what?" "Oh anything, a variety of things. I think the three of us could have great fun together. I'm sure Paris would agree." "The three of us? Together?" Viktor laughed. "That's what I said." Lilac stayed silent, her heart raced as she pondered the surrealism of the situation. Viktor laughed again. "It's okay. You don't have to answer now. I'll let you think about it. Our room is in the Hutchinson building, room 30A. If my proposition interests you, come by any time after curfew. I hope to see you there. Bye." "Wait a second..." Lilac barely managed. "Sorry, gotta go!" He spoke and walked away quickly, not giving her an opportunity to possibly say anything else. Lilac leaned against a wall, in shock of what he had just proposed. She could be with Paris, tonight. But Viktor would be there. That night, when Lilac lay down in bed she could not sleep. She felt an excitement that was like fear: her heart pounded so hard she thought it would wake Reiny. "I could go there, but I won't." she thought. She couldn't. She did not want to be like those other naive girls, those other notches on Viktor's bedpost. But she could imagine going. As she lay restless through the night, she could imagine the entire scene: She would wait until noisy Reiny's snoring began, and quietly slip out of the room, wearing her robe and nothing underneath. She would walk barefoot, the cold tile stinging her feet as she made her way to their room. When she arrived at the door, she'd wonder whether she should knock, or just try to turn the knob, perhaps they left the door unlocked for her. She would try the knob first, since it would be quieter, and find that the door was indeed unlocked. Inside the room the two handsome boys would already have started. In the dim, flickering light of the lamps at both sides of the bed she would see Viktor on top of Paris, his long dark hair loose and streaming down his muscular back. They separate from each other's arms to look at her, pleased that she had finally arrived. They each moved to opposite ends of the bed, beckoning her, making room for her right between them. Standing at the door looking at them for a moment, she quickly took her place between them. The bed would feel so warm and soft in contrast to the cold hallway. The young men would put their strong arms around her and commence kissing her. First, Viktor, the more eager one, would draw her lips to his and take her breath away as he hungrily partaked in the mouth that had spoken such blunt rebuffs against his advances. Meanwhile she would feel Paris's gentle hands stroking her belly and neck, while Viktor kneaded a breast with a hand and drove into her crotch with the other. This would continue as she moved to kissing Paris. She would run her hands up and down his body, wherever she could reach, she would want to know how each part of his body felt. Viktor would run his tongue along her neck as she continued to make out with Paris. That would bring her desire to a new level, and so she would reach out for their throbbing staves, stroking each one softly at first, up and down, and then as her passion grew she would squeeze and pull them haphazardly. Lost in the waves of pleasure, she would not notice at first as they pulled away from her and changed position. Almost asking why they stopped, instead she would watch as Paris positioned himself between her legs. He would bend down and put his tongue to work at her most sensitive regions. Viktor would stay at the head of the bed, and continue stroking her breasts. He would give her another long, hot kiss on her lips, and make a moist trail down to her breasts. First he would gently run his soft lips around her breasts, eager to feel the skin of his face against them. Then he would gently finger her nipples as he pushed her breasts together and licked at her cleavage. Paris would still be rhythmically lapping away at her crotch as she sat up the little she could to look at him. He would look very handsome with his face downturned, and eyes closed, emphasizing his long eyelashes. Lilac would almost cry out as Viktor began to suck at her nipples hungrily, one and then the other. She would feel herself getting close to all she could take, but then they would stop again. Viktor would guide her to turn over and get on her hands and knees. He would roughly take her by the chin and guide his dick into her mouth. It took her off guard as she simultaneously felt Paris enter her from the other end. They would pull her in conflicting directions as they thrust in and out, but soon their rhythms would synch up. Slowly but firmly, Viktor would thrust his penis into and out of her mouth. She gagged at first but, tried to relax and became more acclimated to depth. Viktor would moan, his deep voice wavering. "Yeah, suck my cock." he repeated. "You suck it good." Paris would be relatively quiet, as he thrust in and out she would hear his raspy breathing. Led by Paris, the rhythm would slowly get faster as he neared climax. "Oh..." he'd say suddenly. Realizing that he would come soon, the idea of it brought Lilac to a new plateau. His excitement would feed her own and soon they were both moaning and panting as they both climaxed. He stopped and got off of the bed, while Viktor still continued his work. "Oh, now it's my turn." He moved away from Lilac. She tried to sit up, but soon Viktor moved behind her and forced her back down. "I'm going to fuck you good," he said, practically to himself. Lilac moaned in anticipation, but at first he only teased her, rubbing his stiff member, still slick with her saliva, against her thighs, and then around her entrance. She moved forward and propped herself up with the top of the headboard such that she was almost standing on her knees on the bed. Paris came into view again and got back onto the bed. He put his hands to her breasts and fondled them curiously, as if he had never felt such things before. He lifted and moved them, admiring their quality. Viktor finally began to thrust into her. He went slow for only a moment to get his bearings, but then he went faster and faster. Lilac could both feel and hear the crack of his flesh hitting hers. He grunted loudly, making sounds more like and animal than a man. As he violently worked away, Paris, in contrast, continued to gently caress and knead at her breasts, while continuing to let his tongue mingle with hers. Soon, she felt Viktor pull away from her, but he continued to moan. "Ah, yeah..." he said as he came on her back. "Don't move, he said. "I don't want to wet the sheets." "What do you want me to do then?" she asked. "Paris," said Viktor, "come here and clean up." He obediently moved behind Lilac, and soon she could feel his tongue moving up and down her back, and into her crack where some of Viktor's mess had dripped. "Make sure you get it all," Viktor said casually as he watched. Once he was satisfied, Lilac would get up to leave. "You're leaving us? Won't you stay and rest with us?" But Lilac would refusee, the offer would be attractive, she would not want to get caught in their room in the morning. As she completed her fantasy she thought, "why didn't I go? It probably would not have gone so well anyway. Maybe Viktor lied, and Paris would not be there at all. Oh well, it's too late now." On the ceiling she could see some rays of light from the sunrise, streaming in from the window already. ******************* The next morning the two friends went to training again. They were just in time yet there were only a few people there. "What's going on?" said Lilac. "No training today!" A young male recruit said. "We have to go to an assembly. Follow me everyone!" The group followed him to one of the academic buildings, and into a classroom. The room was so packed there was barely room to even stand. At the front of the classroom was Major Chang. "All right everybody, quiet down." he said. "I know this is short notice, but we must dispatch a select group of you immediately. I will read the list of names. When I am finished, those of you whom I have not called will leave. All right, here are the names..." The major called out around 20 names. Lilac was weary and excited as he proceeded to call out her own name, Reiny's, Paris's and Viktors among the list. "We are being dispatched. I can't wait to see some action!" said Reiny as most of the other soldiers streamed out of the cramped room. "I'm so glad we are both going together. Gimme five!" Lilac raised her hand up and Reiny slapped it enthusiastically. She looked around at the people left and her eyes met Viktor's. He smiled and continued his conversation with Paris. "All right," said the Major. "The rest of you here are being sent off immediately to the capital of the Sun Republic for a special mission." "The capital of the Sun Republic!" said Reiny. "That's right. We have received intelligence that Emperor Zortach is looking for some fresh meat for his harem. Tonight he will be choosing from a selection of men and women chosen arranged by one of our deep cover agents. We will place some of you in the group in the hopes he will pick at least one of you." "You want us to join his harem?" said a woman. "Yes. I know this is unusual, but the position would give you all special access to his private quarters in his palace. According to intelligence, only there can we find the documents outlining his potential plans to attack our fair country. Your mission is to get chosen to join his harem, get the documents as soon as possible, and immediately escape. Before you find the documents, it will probably be necessary for you to fulfill requirements of your job. Again, I realize this is an unusual assignment, but I hope I can rely on all of you to act the part, and do whatever is necessary to act the part, even if you find his desires distasteful." The major looked at his watch. "It's getting late. We must leave immediately if we are to arrive there in time, it is a long journey. We are riding in on a caravan. I will come along. If any of you have any questions you may ask on the way. Let's go, men and women." "Whoa, this is weird." said Reiny to Lilac. "Yeah..." said Lilac. "We'll probably just get to do some sight-seeing. I heard that Emperor Zortach likes men. We probably won't get picked." "Oh, that's a relief." "Don't you kind of want to be picked? I mean, what if he picks you and Paris. Maybe he'd want to watch you two together..." Lilac blushed. "You have such a dirty mind. You're already imagining what might happen in detail!" The major led them to a carriage. They got in and rode to a shipping station where the caravan was waiting. The caravan consisted of a dozen or so long carts connected together. In the front, six elephants grunted and trumpeted, waiting to start driving through the coarse. The group of them walked past carts full of boxes of vegetables to the back. They all got in and soon the caravan was stirring up clouds of dust as it trekked through the desert. Lilac and Reiny sat together, quiet as they drowsily gazed off at the rolling desert. "I can't believe we're going there on a caravan. We'll be driving all day. I'm going to take nap." said Lilac. "Good idea," said Reiny. When Lilac woke up Reiny was gone. She yawned and wondered where she was. After a moment she could hear Reiny talking to Viktor in the covered cart behind them. In spite of herself she climbed back there. She saw them in each others arms, kissing hungrily. Something about the sight sickened her a bit. "Do it to me Viktor, right now, quick, before anyone finds us." "Mmmm, I can't resist following orders of a lady." "Would you eat me out first? That way I'm sure to come." "Well, aren't we direct. You tell me exactly what you want... I like that." Reiny pulled down her panties and hopped onto a box and lay back. "Oh, you've got me so worked up, let me do you first, and then afterwards I'll eat you out, okay?" "I guess that would work too," she said, giggling. The box was a little tall and so she got back onto the ground. Viktor grabbed her and pushed a hand up her skirt. "Ohh, you're all sticky for me." He turned her around and then loosened his pants. He slid them down to his knees and then entered her slowly. Lilac flinched at the sight of his shapely but pale rear end. Reiny let out a high moan and grasped the box in front of her stiffly. He quickly started thrusting into her. Lilac thought he moved just like she imagined he should, fast and aggressively. He slapped one of her thighs and then started thrusting even faster. They were both quiet though, neither of them moaning, but both gasping for air. Soon Viktor let out a long gasp and slowed down. "Thanks for the ride babe." He said as he pulled his pants back up. He started walking past her to leave. "Hey, you said you'd go down on me." "Oh yeah, whatever. Some other time." Lilac giggled in spite of herself. What a jerk! She felt glad at that moment she had not visited him the other night. Fortunately no one heard her. She quickly climbed back into the other cart. She waited there, pretending to still be asleep, to give Reiny an opportunity to sneak back. Soon she realized she had fallen asleep again. She wondered how many hours had passed. She heard someone climbing in and turned around. "Reiny?" "No, it's me." said Viktor, smiling fiendishly. "Hey Lilac, I just gave your friend Reiny a good ride, do you want a turn?" Lilac folded her arms across her chest, flabbergasted. "Don't you have any shame? Isn't there anything you won't say?" "Well, it seems you are a bit blunt-edged yourself. Come on Lilac, why do you dislike me so much? When the time comes that we have to work together, don't tell you wouldn't enjoy it." "If the time comes, I will simply will do my job." Lilac turned away from him, annoyed. There were a few silent moments. She glanced at Viktor, wondering why he had not left yet. In spite of herself, she was curious to aske him something: "Aren't you supposed to be in prison? How did you manage to manipulate yourself out?" "Oh it was easy, I just made friends with Commander Rosetta, and did some... favors... for her." "Yuck! I'm sorry I asked!" Viktor laughed. "The ladies can't resist the Viktor Er-cute-man!" "You must be using magic to get them out of their minds! I'm a magician myself, so it won't work on me!" He laughed again. "We'll see..." he said quietly. Finally, he waved goodbye and climbed out of the cart. A few hours after the sun had set, the caravan finally arrived at its destination. At the station they met with the deep cover agent. The group of them were led by uniformed men into the palace. The palace was a monument to the best of the Sun Republic's architecture. The tall rooms were completely lined with the rare orange stone of the desert that was flecked with gold. Finely woven tapestries of green, gold, and blue hung from the walls. They were led up a tall, spiralling staircase and down a hall and into storage room. "The Emperor will meet you all very soon. Before you do, put on one of these garments. The ones in the pile on the left are for the men, and the ones on the right are for the women. Go on now, put them on." The garments were all made of thin, gauzy white material. The ones for the men consisted simply of a loin clothe that was loose and flowed to mid thigh. The garments for the women consisted of a thong brief, and a luxurious translucent robe that fastened at the very top, muting the view of the breasts but leaving the rest of the front naked. All of the participants found a garment and put them on as they chatted amongst themselves. "Here Lilac, this one is a little too small for me, it should fit you perfectly." said Reiny. "Hey, look, Viktor is watching you." She looked across the room and saw that he was. He smiled as he pulled down his pants. Lilac sighed but then Paris got her attention. He faced the other way and so she shamelessly gawked at him. It was so unreal, that she had the opportunity to watch him naked. She admired his muscular arms and back as he picked up a loincloth to put on. She did not forget she was here for serious business, however. And so she hastily snapped out of it and put on her uniform. When she was done she looked down at her body. The material was very cool, soft and pleasant, like nothing she had ever felt before. She was proud knowing that she must look quite nice in it. Viktor caught her eye. He quickly gave her a thumbs up, and licked his lips salaciously. The leader clapped his hands. "I see everyone has found a fitting uniform, now I will lead you to the emperor's chambers." Instead of leading them back out the door, they went through a different door, and found that their room was adjoining to where the emperor was. It was a throne room. He sat on the opposite end of the huge, long room. The path to the throne was lined with ornate pillars. Lilac thought the emperor looked evil and cruel. He was aging a bit, hard lines starting to form at his severe cheekbones and small eyes. His hair was razored short and of a dark, but dull color. He looked muscular but in a way that looked more cruel than handsome. "Men, stand on this side and face this way, and women, stand on the other." said the Emperor. He lazily took a sip from his goblet and savored the drink. He set the drink down, stood up, and sauntered down the aisle looking at the men and glancing at the women. "Ooh, you did a good job." "Thank you, your highness." "This reminds me of my 7th birthday, when my father, may his soul rest, took me downtown and told me I could pick any house I wanted for him to turn into a playhouse for me. I wanted to have them all, but realistically, I would not have time to use them all." He turned silent as he stared at Paris. "Ohhh..." He took a strand of Paris's shining silver hair in his hands and stroked it. "Oh!" Next he put one hand in front of him and one behind him, running his fingers along his skin gently, stopping to squeeze a few areas. "Oh! I'm definitely taking you!" He turned to Viktor who was next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He smiled. "You too. Now, for the women." He turned around and ran his eyes across the women briefly. None of them seemed to really catch his eye. He stopped in front of Urda, who did stand out a bit. She was very tall and strong, almost masculine despite her long golden hair. "You." He said, his face very close to hers. "I don't know... let me ask you something: What's your name?" "Urda, your majesty." "Urda... that's wasn't the question. Urda, do you like me?" "More than that, your majesty," she spoke in an obedient, monotonous tone. "I love and revere the emperor." "Oh, ok." he said disinterestedly. He paced around but suddenly stopped in front of Lilac. "You, do you like me?" Lilac could barely mask her reaction to his odd question. "Umm... yes?" "That's not very convincing!" he said affectedly. He laughed. "I'll take you too." He turned back around to the men. He admired them, savored the sight of them silently. After a few moments he finally spoke: "All right, I'm done. I'd take you all but I only have so much room on my bed. I should get a bigger one." "The servant will lead you to your chambers. I'd love to play tonight but I'm oh-so busy. Tomorrow night I'll get my chance." The three of them were led to the harem quarters. It simply consisted of one expansive room lined with a plush carpet. Large, simple cushions were spread about randomly. The other harem members, male and female, lounged about, some of them sleeping, others eating, others talking, and a few having some intimate moments. Lilac felt uncomfortable there. Reiny was her only friend, and she was not there to talk to. Fortunately, the other harem members were very warm and friendly. She fell to talking with them all night. They told the three of them all about the ins and outs of living in the palace. Some of them spoke of how they ended up there. Lilac lounged amongst the cushions and listened until she found her eyelids getting heavy, and fell asleep. One of the last things she saw was Viktor making out with one of their new friends. *************** The next morning the three of bathed and breakfasted with the rest of the harem members. Lilac marveled at how pleasant their lives were. All they did was have sex, eat, and frolic around the beautiful palace. She kept them at arms length however, needing to avoid questions she could only answer with lies. Another night came, and Lilac was beginning to forget that she was here to do a job. So far, it was like a vacation. She lay on a cushion listening to her peer's cheerful yet vapid conversation when suddenly, a uniformed guard came in. He requested the three new harem members and led them out of the room. Lilac felt nervous as the three of them were led into the Emperor's bedroom. What if he told her to do something she was not willing to do? Their cover would be blown. The bedroom was expansive and highly elegant. At one end was a broad bed, as large one of their dorm rooms back home. There were four fireplaces, a row of couches away from the bed. Along the walls were paintings and strange sculptures of savage mythical animals and exotic sexual positions. The room was dimly lit by candles. Zortach was sitting on the bed drinking wine again. His eyes lit up as he watched them enter the room. "Why hello... we are going to have some fun tonight, heh heh." His spoke slowly, he seemed to be a little drunk. "Come here onto the bed, all of you." The three of them did as they asked. All of a sudden, Zortch forced himself onto Paris, knocking him down onto his back. Holding Paris's face in his hands, he voraciously kissed him over and over again. This went on for a long time. Lilac started to wonder if she would have to do anything sexual at all. She looked at them and savored the unusual experience. She was right there, watching Paris make out with the Emperor of the dreaded Sun Republic. They continued at their kissing even more, and soon she was getting bored. Finally Zortach lifted himself from on top of Paris and wrapped his arms around Viktor. Paris had passively laid on the bed, but Viktor seemed eager to take a more active role. He put his arms around Zortach and met his savage kisses with equal fire. The emperor moved away from Viktor soon and looked at Lilac, but then back at Viktor. He ran his hands down Viktor's torso until his hands slid into his loincloth, and he gentley slid them down. Viktor's cock bounced out, purple and erect. Zortach ran his fingers along the shaft briefly and then held it at the base. "Come down here and suck his cock," he said, looking into Lilac's eyes. She obediently reclined down, propping herself on her elbow to be at the right height. Viktor moved closer to her while Zortach guided his penis into her mouth. Viktor moaned as she slowly moved her head forward and backward, her lips squeezed firmly around his throbbing member. "Now, suck his." Lilac looked up and saw Zortach had his hands on Paris's shoulders. She repositioned herself and took hold of Paris's dick. This time, first she only ran her tongue up and down his shaft, while gently stroking his balls with her other hand. "Oh yeah," Zortach said, he seemed to like the show she was giving. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face closer to Paris, forcing his cock into her throat. She gagged a little but knew to try to relax. He pushed and pulled her head back and forth. Paris grabbed hold of her hair too and sighed. Lilac felt the bed move and heard Zortach's voice: "Okay, everybody off the bed now!" The three of them obeyed and stood next to the bed. The emperor grabbed Lilac and led her to a desk that was by the bed. He took her slender neck with one hand and forced her face down onto it, making her bend over. Viktor somehow knew what to do: he immediately got onto the desk and grabbed one of her arms. "Take her other arm!" Paris followed his command. Now Lilac was in an uncomfortable position. Viktor held her arm down a little to hard, and the edge of hard desk jutted into her ribcage. The surface of the desk was cold and hard against her face. She felt a hand caress her backside, and it tickled. "You've been too quiet so far," Zortach said. She heard some rustling and moving around, as if he was rummaging in something. She felt his hand on her back, and all of a sudden a sting. It took her by surprise but it was not painful enough to make her cry out. She did realize, that she should if she wanted to please him. He hit her again, what felt like a belt, slightly harder and she did cry out. He started whipping her faster and faster. Lilac could not help but laugh, the sensation was so strange, a little bit painful but not unpleasantly so. "Come back here" she heard Zortach's voice say. She felt Viktor let go of her arm and then Paris took it and held down both. Soon she felt his hands running up and down her slender back. She heard some more rummaging, and then a hand rubbed some kind of oil around her buttocks, and then rubbed some into the crack. "Oh yeah," she heard Zortach say. "Yeah, fuck her ass." he added. Lilac braced herself. She had never taken anything up her ass before, and she did not expect Viktor to be gentle. He was, however, thankfully. He seemed to be experienced in the activity. First he rubbed his penis against the greased up area. "Ahh," he said as he savored the anticipation. He felt he was winning a great victory. Slowly, he started to enter her. "Ugh!" Lilac yelped. He was hurting her. The pain was dull but it seemed to promise much greater pain. Yet when she could feel his hair tickling her back side she knew he was in all the way, and she decided it was not so bad. He slowly started moving in and out. Lilac cried out non-stop. She felt such a confusing combination of pleasure and discomfort that she had never felt before. "Now let let him have his turn." Paris and Viktor switched places. Paris moaned as he started fucking her tight rear. He seemed to get lost in pleasure as he moved faster and faster. "Yeah, fuck her." said Zortach. Suddenly he pulled out, and she felt his warm essence drip onto her back. He panted, catching his breath. "Oh, that was good," she heard Paris say breathlessly. "Now it's my turn," said Zortach. She felt him rub his penis around all the oil and Paris-juice on her lower back. With so much lubrication, he easily entered her. "You two, come over here," he said. As Zortach slowly pumped into her, she also felt both of her comrade's tongues as they worked around her hole. He grunted and moaned, digging his fingers in as he grasped at Lilac's waist. Suddenly he began thrusting harder. "Uh, agh! Agh!" he yelled all of a sudden. And he was done. Zortach unceremoniously wandered to his bed and fell onto it face forward. In only a matter of seconds he fast asleep, snoring loudly. The three of them looked at each other questioningly. Viktor smiled and shrugged. "Let's go look for the plan documents," Paris whispered. Lilac nodded. "Let's try the desk first." The three of them went over to the desk. Paris slowly and quietly slid open the wide, main drawer. In there was a thick pile of papers. He took them out and flipped through them. "Yes... this is it!" he whispered excitedly. "That was easy," said Viktor. "Let's the get out of here!" added Lilac. ********************** The three of them made their escape from the palace and met at the planned rendevous point, where an agent was waiting for them. They were then taken back to the shipping station, and then they took another caravan home. On the way back Lilac sat in a cart with both Paris and Viktor. "You must admit Lilac," you had a pretty good time with us, said Viktor. "It was pretty good." admitted Lilac. "I found it pretty enjoyable too." said Paris, smiling shyly. He stood up and sat next to Lilac. She smiled back at him and they started kissing. Viktor hastily went to her other side and caressed her neck. A warm, joyful feeling came to Lilac, for she could see that the three of them had many more fun experiences together ahead of them.

Title : Welcome Home ; Part 2 (Part 1 is in Directory #73) ; by: am101 Next day - two couples, first male-male encounter, 18 year old twins with step-dad, lessons to be learned by all. (cpls, M/M, F+/M, inc) (C) 2012 Copyright by am101. email to: [email protected]. When I awoke - the bed was empty. Maggie and Suzie were gone, but I heard the shower running and some giggling, so they were cleaning up for the Saturday ahead. I pulled on my boxers and donned a tee shirt and walked down the hall past the bathroom, to the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen there was a guy standing there, looking menacing. "Who the hell are you?" he asked gruffly. "I'm Suzie's friend, who the heck are you?" I answered. "Oh I'm Maggie's brother, and I came over this morning to fix the sink drain here." He was pointing to the double sink in the counter. "Oh I didn't notice anything last night," I said. "That was because I had Maggie put a pail under the trap, so you'd not have a flood." "Hey thanks a bunch, um a ...." "Oh I'm David, but everyone calls me D." "I'm Bert." "Say Bert do you know how to operate this silly one cup at a time coffee maker?" "I do D what's your pleasure," I spun the rack that held the single cup coffee ground packets. He picked a French roast, and I selected the Dark roast. We made coffee and moved to the living room. "So Bert, I know no one has ever asked you this, so I want to be the first. Where is Ernie?" I pointed to the front of my boxers. "He is hiding for the moment." We sat on the sofa sort of angled facing one another and we talked about jobs and where we lived. We also found that we are not that different in many ways except one. D is gay, no bi. He visits his sister on the weekends when he can. "So how long have you known Suzie" he asked. "About 4 weeks, as dating companions, about 2 years on and off before that. We work in the same building. Are you attached?" David moved his hips nervously, and said, "I haven't had a boyfriend in about a month. I met a guy last night, and we seemed to hit it off, but he disappointed me by not wanting to sleep with me until we get to know each other more. " "Oh that hurts, if the evening was going so well. But the up side may be he wants to see you again, to see if you are the real thing or not." I smiled at him. Maggie walked in at this point with her coffee in hand, and said, "Hi D. What did I just hear? You got shot down last night?" Maggie sat on the floor right at her brother's feet, hugging his bare knees while she sipped her coffee. She was wearing a tee shirt, and I think panties. David wore basketball shorts about three sizes too big for him. "Well not shot down exactly sis. I met a nice guy, and he didn't want to snuggle last night. He wants to meet again perhaps in daylight to see if I cast a shadow or not." Maggie smiled and tucked her legs under her hips. "I think Bert is right, that guy wants to save himself for the second date." Suzie walked in and bent to kiss me good morning. She had no bra under her tee shirt, which I saw as I peeked inside her shirt at her very tempting nipples. "Good morning all," she said sitting on the floor, and copying Maggie by hugging my knees and thighs. Maggie at this point was rubbing David's thighs, and I could see that her hand was slipping up under his shorts. She looked up at him, "You did not give me a good morning kiss," she said puckering up. He bent down and gave her an open mouth with tongue kiss that was not a brotherly peck on the lips. As they separated they smiled at each other with sparkling eyes. Maggie moaned and her hand was now well into his shorts, and appeared to be grasping his cock if not rubbing it. "You'll have to pardon us, Bert. D and I have been having sex since we were 12 and 14. I know he is frustrated, and hates masturbation, so he shows up here for a tune up usually on mornings when he is horny. I do the same with him." "Let me get this straight," I say to everyone. "D is committed to having sex with men, and he has sex with his sister on the side. I guess that makes sense?" Maggie is pulling D's shorts down and he is letting her remove them as I spoke. He spreads his knees and she snuggles between them. She says, "Ohooo" and leans over and kisses his 7 inch cock. It jumps up and she slowly takes the head into her mouth. She licks the underside, sucks it gently and pulls it out from her lips. "Isn't it beautiful," Maggie whispers? Suzie snuggles closer to me moving my knees apart and looks up at me, and says, "I have offered to help D when he is frustrated, but he only wants his sister's tongue on that beautiful cock, not mine." Maggie is pumping D's cock and using her spittle to lubricate her thumb which is rubbing the underside of the glans. "That isn't entirely true Suzie, D lets many men suck his cock, and I'm the only woman, right?" she looks into his eyes as she is about to take his purple cockhead with her mouth. It is topped with a dollop of clear pre-cum, which she licks and savors. Then she sticks out her tongue, slides it under and against the glans, and swallows him to the root. "Uhmmm" David moans. Maggie is now into the job at hand, with her hands fondling D's balls, and she is shaking her head with his cock deep in her mouth. Then she moans, sending him into a sensory heaven. Maggie is sliding up and down, licking as she goes and it is clear David is really pumped up at every lick. It is extremely sexy watching this performance. Suzie has my cock in hand and is sliding my boxers off. I kick them aside and hold her head as she licks my 7 inches from root to tip with her broad wet tongue. Suzie moans as though she tastes something delicious, and her hand is pumping my shaft following her mouth up the shaft and down. Maggie's free hand comes over searching for something and her fingers trace my hips and she slides her hand over the flat of my stomach. Suzie sees that, and does the same for David. David and I look at each other, and smile. Life can't get any better when the girl you love is sucking your cock, and another girl is rubbing your tummy and all around your genitals. Then Maggie puts her hand under Suzie's chin, and lifts her off my cock. She moves over and kisses Suzie, and at the same time moves David's hand over to fondle my cock. I didn't notice at first, the girls were so sexy kissing, but when they both looked up at me, I realized there was a male hand on my cock that wasn't mine. D was massaging expertly, and it felt as good as anyone's hand. I looked at him and he smiled, and said "Good huh?" Suzie took my hand and put it on D's cock, and I began to massage another man's cock for the first time. It is warm, and hard. I noticed the tip had some liquid bubbling out, so I used that to lubricate my fingers. David took in a steep breath when I did that. I kept pumping until I felt Maggie's lips and tongue back on D's cockhead. I pulled my hand away, but David took my hand to his mouth and he licked the juices from my fingers. Meanwhile David was still pumping my shaft, and doing a very good job. I was getting into this now. Never having had a man interested in my cock, I decided I wanted the royal treatment if I could get it. I lifted my left leg and put it behind David's back, I am now completely exposed to D and Maggie. I then pulled his head into my lap where he shared the sucking of my cock with Suzie. She would take me to the root, and he would follow her up and do the same. They traded sucking and licking and they shared in my juices. They even kissed once, until I made them stop and get back to work. Meanwhile Maggie was slowing her attack on D's cock, to let him enjoy mine, and she at one point pointed at his cock head, and hinted that I should try it once. Now I was close to erupting and Suzie knew it. She looked at me and said, "Him or me?" I said, "You darling." She grunted, and took over when D came back up to the tip. He kissed Suzie, and smiled and lay back as Maggie increased her attentions to D's cock. When I saw my pre-cum on D's chin, I came immediately. Suzie swallowed and swallowed, but she couldn't get all my creamy cum in her tummy. Some dribbled out. It ran out her lips, and down her chin to her breasts beneath her shirt. She lovingly licked and sucked me until I shrunk in front of everyone. Suzie took her shirt off, and I licked my sperm from her nipples which were acting as spigots as the juice ran down her plump flesh. I was so proud of her. She loves me to come in her mouth. Maggie was now working overtime on D, and he was grunting and arching his hips as she slid up and down his shaft. She opened her mouth and put the head of his cock on her tongue just as it began to spit creamy sperm in great quantities. She swallowed and did the same thing for the next shot which was less, but just as juicy and creamy. She put that load to the side of her mouth, and he let a third shot onto her tongue. She pursed her lips, sucking on his cock tip, and swallowed again. He had cum again in her mouth, and she let that dribble down her chin and drip on her breasts. He was done spurting and his beautiful cock shrunk sadly. He quickly removed her shirt, and licked her clean. Maggie while D was licking her held up his cock and offered it to me. I slid over and took it from her, putting it in my mouth and licking it clean. It tasted pretty good actually. It was funny in a way, never having done that before, because as soon as he saw it was me licking him, his cock started to grow. I could feel the head and the ridge beneath the glans swell, when I licked his cum. I took him all the way to the root, as he wasn't really hard, just limp. I slid up and down several times. It was a new and exciting experience as all new sexual activities are. His cock is warm and bumpy where the veins run along his thick shaft. At one point he flexed his cock as though he was about to spurt cum, and I could feel his movement with my tongue and cheeks as his muscles pulled and then released the shaft. I came off him and inspected what had just been in my mouth. His cock is growing now and slowly a small amount of residual cum, creamy and white, appeared at the top of his cock. I pursed my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I pulled away and offered my find to Suzie. She giggled and sucked the drop from my tongue. "Now you know what he tastes like," I whispered to her. "What did you think," Suzie said when I looked at her. "It wasn't bad, quite exciting really, jacking him and sucking and licking him." "Would you do it again," Maggie asked? "Perhaps" I said. "Things have to be like this though, with people you love and want to satisfy. " "If you sucked him until he spurt cum in your mouth, I guarantee you will love it." Suzie smiled. "It is intoxicating and amazing feeling a man reach orgasm, and give you the results with such physical and emotional actions." David smiled and asked, "What do you prefer, cock juice or pussy juice?" I looked at him and said, "I haven't tasted a straight shot of sperm yet, so my experience is skewed toward pussy cream with my sperm in it. That is the best. But I am now open to try a spurting cock, which I probably wouldn't have done yesterday." D looked at me, and rubbed his cock, saying, "I'll be ready to make the sacrifice a little later if you are interested?" We both turned to the ladies who were now in a 69 position licking each other's nether areas with gusto. Suzie was on top, and bent to Maggie's pussy with two fingers strumming her G-spot. Maggie was sucking Suzie's clit, and had one finger in her vagina. D and I sipped coffee, and the girls, Suzie first, each had hard orgasms, from which they each nearly passed out. David tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed to my hard cock and then his. "Our male bodies are made to react to fucking, no matter who is doing it." "`Be prepared' that's always been my policy." I joked. "You have a beautiful cock you know," D said. "So do you." I stammered. "When did you first touch your sister in her private places?" "Oh I'd guess it was early," David almost bragged. "We slept in the same room, took baths together, got dressed at the same times, and whenever she felt like wanting to snuggle, she climb into my bed and we'd hug until we went to sleep." Maggie looked up at David, and said, "You clod, you didn't figure out that I wanted to play with your private parts when I climbed into your bed. It took almost a year until you rubbed my crotch. I had to sit up and slowly take my nighty off before you got the idea of what I wanted." "Yes I guess you are right." D thought out loud. "I do remember that time well. I was so hard that I was trying to cover it up so you couldn't see. But you slipped under the covers naked, and asked me to do the same. So when I took my pants off, you were greeted by my shiny wet hard cock." Maggie smiled sheepishly, "Just what I wanted to see. It was and still is beautiful. So hard and big, and I couldn't imagine that I could ever get that all the way inside me. You were covering it with your hand, and I peeled your fingers off it so I could inspect my first cock." "I remember you kissed it almost immediately and I just about shot a load in your face it was so exciting." D was beaming. "Well we didn't have any climax that time," Maggie said. "But the next time we did find that a shooting cock could make real mess of the bed. We talked about getting a towel or something, but we knew Mom would see that, and we wanted to keep our private play to ourselves. So I began to lick his cum from the sheets and he did the same. We both became addicted to sperm right then." David licked his lips and said to me, "Bert when did you become addicted to sperm?" "Humm a good question." I pondered for a moment, and then made up a story, because I have never been addicted to eating sperm, except, and it is a big exception, that I am addicted to spreading it around a lot. "Well I was 19 I guess, and Maureen was also 19, or so she said. I made passionate love to her in my dorm room, many times one night, and filled her to capacity with my creamy potions. In that process she deserved coaxing and some new moves on my part, and I licked and sucked her pussy for quite a while, while I rebuilt my supplies. "She was oozing her cum and mine, so the elixir I was tasting was really more me then her, although her creams alone were very tasty. So I knew right then that vaginal secretions mixed with my sperm, were a delicious drink, almost addictive. "In other words I like hitting the home run, and batting clean-up next. Or putting it another way, I love making the cocktail, and really enjoy drinking it too. "Unadulterated male cum or sperm I haven't tasted, not even my own. Although many women have stated it is a rare and fine vintage." All three of them were sitting there mesmerized with my story. I remained stone faced, stoic, serious, sure of myself. Suzie got the first smile on her beautiful face, and she blurted out, "Oh Bull Crap! You made that story up." Maggie said, "Well does he clean up well?" pointing to David's shiny almost hard cock. Suzie looked a D's cock sort of embarrassed and nodded yes. David said, "There is a spigot over here you can solo on if you want to test the waters, so to speak Bert." I bent over and blew some warm air on his hard cock. It is magnificent with a large head and thick, but not overly so, shaft. Unlike so many, his cock is straight, no curves and his veins are prominent and give texture to the side skin. Any woman would love the feel of that cock as it rides inside her pussy. With my close proximity to it, his 7 inches are right now bursting with blood, and straining to reach 8 inches. I lick the underside of the cock's head right on that soft most sensitive spot. The slit is above and slightly open. I am right there to see a drop of clear pre-cum in it, just peeking out. I purse my lips and suck the end just where the drop is exiting. David moans softly. The juice is warm and smooth in my mouth. I ease his cockhead into my mouth and spread the pre-cum on the purple flesh. Then slowly twisting my head, I give the sensitive bulb an oiled massage with my lips. I really enjoyed this new activity. Giving pleasure to man for a change was exciting. He groans. I lift my eyes and pull off his really gorgeous cock, and say, "I need at least three swallows of any wine to judge its character and body. So I'm going to wait until later in the day so you can incubate a bunch more swimmers for me to taste. You filled Maggie to her delight, and if I am going to suck and lick and bring to orgasm my first cock, I want an ample reward for my first swallow. I want my pallet awash with your cum." "What a cock tease you are for a novice. But OK, I'll save myself until later. I am looking forward to a memorable event. We'll make it one I can write home to Mom about." He smiles. Maggie looks over at Suzie and they kiss and whisper and each girl takes a cock in hand. They nestle onto our laps and put their knees on either side of our bodies. Then they take our shafts and bury them into their vaginas simultaneously. Suzie undulates her hips and slides on my cock. She whispers in my ear, "Maggie and I agreed one more cum for you both until later in the day." That was fine for me, because all this dirty talk had me at the brink of calling a hooker if the girls weren't going to screw us right now. I came very quickly, and remained hard until Suzie squeezed me hard with her own orgasm. She kissed me and hugged me, and said it was wonderful, which it was for a quickie. D and Maggie were just as quick, and we all fell together on the couch when the copulations were done. Suzie went over and cleaned up D's cock and ball sack, and Maggie sucked Suzie dry of my deposit. Then Maggie came over and sucked and cleaned me up taking her time and licking her lips, while looking into my eyes. At the same time, Suzie sucked Maggie dry of D's deposit in her. We looked for our clothes and went about our business for the rest of the morning. I drove over to my wife's house to see her kids, and make sure the pool was fixed as it was supposed to be while I was gone. Now this is my ex-wife, for clarification, and she has twin girls aged 18, who are knockouts, and not my children. So I am heading there with a little trepidation as the twins are very beautiful, and they have wanted to talk to me for a month. I don't know what about, perhaps it is college costs, perhaps it is they are having troubles living with Mom, or something else I haven't thought of. In any case, if they are there, I'll take the time to help them in any way I can. My ex-wife is a beautiful woman who is a model in this area. She has worked the runway, done photo shoots of local designer's fashion, and she even did a bit part in a movie that was shot near here. That turned out to be a problem, as one of the movie guys got into her pants after one very long day, and when she came home I found his sperm in her, and I knew it wasn't mine. She decided that the guy was worth following to the next movie set, and for three months she was gone and I took care of her kids. The three of us, got along well. The twins were confused as was I at their mother's behavior. We divorced soon thereafter. She was tainted by the wandering brush, and her modeling shoots had turned into porn sessions. She has since cleaned up her act, and is working at a designer showroom locally, modeling and selling and doing very well. Her love life is, as far as I know, less complicated, and the twins are very put off with the sex thing, last I heard. I pulled into the drive and saw only the kid's car. Mom was undoubtedly working it is a big shopping day, Saturday. I knocked at the door, and June opened it, and let me inside. The girls were in the kitchen, and they were dressed as usual on a Saturday, in their robes with little else. May was sitting at the breakfast bar sipping coffee, and offered some to me. I helped myself, and asked, "Your Mom is working?" "Yup," they both answered. They looked sheepishly at me. "And is the pool fixed and working properly? I came to see about it if not." "Yup the guy came Wednesday, and replaced the filter thingy. It was clogged and rusty so it wasn't holding the proper pressures." June sat down next to May. I stood opposite them across the counter, and smiled. "You ladies are so beautiful, and even with no makeup and your hair all mussed up, you must have boys standing outside the house every day to take you to fun places." They looked at each other and June offered, "Well that is something we want to talk to you about." "Are you about to get married?" I snickered. May looked at me and came around the counter and took my arm. "We want to swim, and we want you to be with us." Now this got my attention, as the backyard is very private, and swimming in the pool was always without suits if it was just family. June pulled my other arm and we went out on the patio, and over to the open pool shower. They dropped their robes and stood together in the shower wetting their extraordinary bodies, and giggling as they rubbed each other in the hard to reach places. I took off my clothes as they ran to the pool and jumped in. I too rinsed. I rubbed all the cum and pussy juice, from earlier, off my body, and quickly joined them in the water. For about ten minutes we played with a beach ball, and we swam a few races, until we were standing in the shallow end. I went to the ledge in one corner that had extra nozzles squirting into the pool. It is an area big enough for four sort of like a hot tub, and we sat enjoying the heated water as it swished past us. To get the best benefit from the Jacuzzi effect of the jets, we were close together with our skin touching the neighbor's skin, and our legs and arms were more or less entwined to help keep us in place. We didn't say anything, and our eyes tried to stay away from the nude body parts that normally were private amongst adults and teens. Finally the girls turned toward me, and took my hands and placed them on their breasts. June looked into my wide eyes and quietly said, "Be still, help us understand what making love is all about. We are virgins. We never wanted to have the wanton sex that Mom seemed to enjoy a few years back, and we need to really learn how to make love to any man or woman we cuddle, with affection and respect." I caressed each breast and slowly gently pinched the nipples, and the girls looked down at my hands. They looked at each other and giggled. I moved to the other breast of each and did the same gentle massaging. They both loved it and looked at me with pleasure in their eyes. I asked quietly, "Have you pleasured each other?" They nodded yes. "To orgasm," I wondered? June said, "We think so," May said firmly, "I had a strong climax when June rubbed me; I know I oozed a lot of moisture during that time." June smiled, "I was dripping wet." "When we get inside you can show me what you did." I took May's hand and brought it to my cock, "Grasp it, heft it, squeeze it, and cup my balls too. I want you to feel it before you really look at it. You don't have to bring me off, if you know how, we'll do that later." May stroked my cock watching it thru the rippling water. She felt of the ridge below my glans, traced the veins down the shaft. She put her hand and fingers around the shaft, and slowly moved up and down. Then she released it and cupped my balls and scrotum, and massaged them very gently. May smiled knowingly. This girl has manipulated a cock before. I meanwhile moved my hand from June's tummy to the top of her Mons, and felt a small strip of hair that led to her slit. I moved her legs further apart, and traced the outside of her vulva with my fingers. I slid my fingers over her outer labia, pinching them just a bit, until my middle finger felt her inner lips inch out from the covering. I ran my index finger over her clit sheath and with a little pressure on it let her know that I knew she was really excited. I stroked her legs and inner thighs, and restarted the process from the beginning. She was breathing quickly and she was watching through the rippling water. "June take your hand and remove May's from my cock. Then you feel my cock, heft it, stroke it, and cup my balls." June smiled as I removed my hand from her vulva, she knew it was time for a new sensory experience. I moved my hand to May's tummy and began to feel her Mons and vulva. She was waxed and polished with no hair around her Mons. She had a slightly larger clit sheath and her inner lips protruded from the depths more than June's, so my experience was delightful. I moved her legs apart, and she began to suck air quickly, as I applied pressure to her treasures. Her outer lips were puffy now and as I stroked once more down across her vagina, I dipped a bit inside, and she was slick with slippery juices. This girl was ready to cum. My cock was rock hard, and the girls' massage had brought me to a point of pleasure quite delightful. Just as that thought crossed my mind, June's thumb went over the top of my cock, and she smeared pre-cum on the underside of my glans. Even with the pool water to dilute my juice, it kept its lube feel, and I sucked some air in reaction. I finally moved my finger all the way down to May's rosebud, and pushed on it slightly, saying "I think we all know what we are dealing with now, and it is time to go indoors, where we can learn so much more." May jumped and giggled, "You devil". June brought her finger to her lips and licked my pre-cum. "Uhmmm yum," she whispered to me. We walked hand in hand to the pool stairs and grabbed clothes and towels on our way inside. June toweled my back, and May dried my front. I kept a towel around my waist. I wanted my big reveal to come later. Sometimes a man's cock is either bigger than imagined, or threatening in some way to the uninitiated. I am not sure they are cock novices, but I want things to go right. The girls took me to their mother's bed. It is a king size and there is plenty of privacy from window peepers or surprises at the front door. We climbed on top, and the girls toweled their hair dry, while I watched identical twins with identical bodies giving me visual sensory pleasures that I need to be careful controlling. Self-restraint with these novices has to become my mantra. "Are you willing to learn some more?" I inquired. They both nodded. "I am going to have us, but mostly you do some exercises to give me some idea of your proficiency in love making, and where you might need improvement. It is important to first realize that you only make love in the way that satisfies you and your partner comfortably. The whacko things you see on the internet are mostly Hollywood crap, and practiced by very few with nothing else to do, or those who don't know any better. "First let me say that because you each have pleasured the other does not make you a lesbian. I suspect that you two have pleasured boys, in probably some difficult situations, so that doesn't make you heterosexuals either. "Modern folk are what they are. Some are bi-sexual, some are overly one way or the other, and some mask their real sexual desires quite well. "I can't speak from survey knowledge, just folklore, but twins often satisfy each other because they are so close growing up and each are the other's best friend. Boy identical twins do this also. "Any questions?" June looked at us both and said, "What makes a virgin and why is that important?" "Your creator makes a virgin, and as a girl or woman you stay that way until technically you have full penetrating intercourse with a man. Your hymen is a measure of that, but with good gynecological care these days that is opened up most often long before you have that first go round with a boy or man or a girl's fingers. No matter who wants to control you, you are completely in charge of when you give up your virginity; with the exception of rape of course. "Why is it important? It only is to certain religions and ethnic traditions. It is supposed to represent purity in a woman; untouched, in other words. But today it is not possible to measure virginity or the lack of it. It is entirely in your control." "Are we going to lose our virginity today?" June asked sheepishly. "Not if you don't want too." I answered. "That is always the answer to that question." "What are we going to do first?" May whispered. I looked at them, and sat up. "I want you to pleasure each other the way you did the first time, or all other times you have brought the other to orgasm, as you described it. I will be here watching like a lecher and be quiet and will not interfere. I promise." They looked at each other and June said, "I'm not sure I can do that with an audience." May smiled, and pulled her sister to her so their naked breasts were touching, and said, "I'll bring you to a climax, and then you'll have to do me." "Deal" said June, who then kissed her sister deeply, and the two of them were off. They lay down and kept kissing and tongue dueling, while their hands were stroking each other's backs, bottom cheeks, arms, and necks. Finally May began to kiss June's neck and slowly worked her way to her shoulder, as her hands massaged June's soft breasts. May dipped her mouth to the nearest breast and kissed her way around it until she kissed the nipple. Then she licked the areole and sucked the rosy protrusion into her mouth. At that very moment, May dipped her hand into June's crotch, and began a very active back and forth rubbing of June's vulva and clit. June took a deep breath and lifted her hips a bit and opened her legs, as May was doing just what would excite June. May slipped over to the other breast, and kissed and sucked lovingly, and she continued the massage of June's clitoral area. They smiled and giggled and May was relentless with her massage stopping to add moisture to her hand to make the stroking slippery and sexy. Occasionally May would slip a finger into June's vagina and coat her finger with that delicious shiny lubrication. May adjusted the pressure of her stroking and knew just what made her delicious sister very excited. June was getting very close, and May moved up into her sister's face. May waited until just the right moment and she kissed her younger sibling just as June climaxed into a writhing moaning mass of orgasm and taut flesh. May held her sister, and began to slow the vaginal rubbing as she kissed her sister's cheeks and held her close. The stimulation was entirely manual, no licking or sucking of the lips or cavities. June was breathing very deeply, and began to pull May to her, for comfort and love. The moment was so powerful you could see in her face she needed to feel her sister's warmth. May cupped her sister's vulva and applied gentle pressure until June was back in the land of reality. It was beautiful. I was speechless. June slowly came to life and giggled as she looked over to me. She seemed embarrassed by having had such a private experience in front of someone other than her sister. She ran her hands over her breasts and pinched each nipple. It was as though she had residual sensitivity that needed release by her own hand. She shuddered slightly smiling. She suddenly looked surprised and pointed at my cock. "It is leaking," she said. My towel had fallen apart, and I was exposed to them, all 7 inches of hard meat. I said, "It is like a dog that is waiting to be fed, he drools until the food is served." May said, "He has a discharge of fluid that lubricates him to ease his way into a lady. In this case, it is a bit early, Right?" "You got it." May went to lie on her back and said, "My turn Junie, I am dripping for you as you will find out." June began the exact same routine that her loving sister used and in no time at all, May was moaning and writhing with a beautiful full body orgasm. May's reactions were a bit more physical than her sister, and she took longer to recover. They both hugged and kissed for a long time, ignoring me or forgetting me. They pulled their bodies together, Mons to Mons, nipple to nipple, and they stroked each other's backs and bottom cheeks, slowly and lovingly. It was very beautiful to watch, and eventually they were both settled and relaxed. "Now ladies you have more to learn." I said. I positioned them crossed legged and sitting next to one another. I had them lean back on pillows, a raise their hips slightly. I carefully positioned their feet so I could gain access to the moist lips of their love nests. I leaned in to May and said, "You have been using your own masturbation skills when you pleasure each other. That is great, but here is something you will enjoy even more." I moved to May's Mons with my mouth, and licked down her semi-open slit to her vagina. I kissed the opening gently, and licked the lips. I then kissed again and sucked her warmth pulling her nectars from inside into my mouth. I plunged my tongue inside, and swirled about. May wriggled, and moaned. June was leaning over and watching. Just what I wanted. I licked up May's pussy and used the tip of my tongue to lick the opening of her clitoris sheath. Then I pushed my tongue against the tube, and licked up and down the flesh several times. I then put the entire sheath into my mouth, and sucked slowly while licking with my tongue. I though May was going to explode. She moaned almost screamed with delight at everything I did. She was climbing the orgasm hill, and every time I did something new, she reached up and shivered with pleasure. It was clear that a little more activity and May would have exploded, so I backed away, kissing her outer lips and her inner thighs. I turned to June and whispered, "you think you can do that to her and make her cum?" "You bet," she hissed, "How does it taste?" "Come here," I beckoned, and she leaned in to kiss me. She licked my chin and lips, and then plunged her tongue inside my mouth to gather her sister's taste. "Oh May, you will have to taste this." June said in a low raspy voice. I moved over to June and bent to kiss her pussy lips. She opened her legs and sighed wistfully. I licked her outer lips, and then sucked on her vagina licking its wet lips, and dipping my tongue into her cavity to gather her cream just welling up from inside. I moved my tongue up to her clit opening, and June moaned in pleasure as I sucked and licked the entire area. I brought her along to just the edge of orgasm, and then pulled away, just kissing her inner thighs and the top of her Mons. "How was that?" I asked June. "Oh boy what an experience," she whispered as her sister had moments before. I looked and May and said, "You think you could do that to her?" "You bet I would. I know now how amazing it felt to me. Let me taste her please?" I kissed May and she licked my chin and lips, then plunged her tongue into my mouth and she tasted her sister some more. "Oh yum yum," she giggled. "Can I do this to her now?" "No you can any time later. It is a new way for you to pleasure your sister or any woman who excites you and lets you make love to them. "You may think it is a lesbian thing, and you would be partially right. But remember what I said earlier, a woman making love to other woman doesn't place any label on the participants. Knowing how to make another happy only makes you a wonderful person. Be proud of it. "Most of the women I know make love to men and women and they are very happy doing it. What label should we put on them? Homo-lesbians? Hog wash..... "Moving on, ladies you have had some deep experiences here this noontime, and I have one more for you perhaps more important than all the others." I reached for my pants and pulled two condom packets from my pocket. Gave one each to the girls, and said, "Don't open them, but do you know what they are?" May smiled and said, "We use them for water balloon fights." June wasn't sure what she had. "These are condoms," I said. "You should have these in your purse at all times. You will never know when you might need them. A lover runs out of his supply, an eager beaver who is drunk and forcing himself on you, must wear one if you can get it on him. "They will save your life, keep you from incurable diseases, and most importantly, when you have run out of birth control pills, you will not get pregnant, if it doesn't break." "It is the best tool you can have for a pleasurable sex life. Believe me the freedom you feel when your partner is wearing one, is indescribable. No guilt, no sorrow, just pleasure." "Now," I took one from May, "I am going to teach you to open the package, put it on a cock, mine, and then give you the feel of my cock sheathed by a condom inside your vaginas." I showed May how to open the pack, and then showed her how to turn the device so it would unroll smoothly down my cock, and fit correctly. She was gentle and did the job with good dexterity. She kissed the tip of my cock when finished. I had May come sit on my thighs and I slid my lubricated cock inside her vagina. She seemed pretty proficient with the aim, and slowly sat on my cock until it was all the way inside her pussy. She smiled and said, "It feels so good. So filling, so exciting. I love it." I kissed her and using my hands on her bottom cheeks lifted her up slowly and she settled down slowly, relishing the moments. I kissed her nipples and sucked them when near my mouth. She squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles as we moved, and I brought my right hand around and softly rubbed her clit. She has had a cock inside her before. Not just the condom, I mean a cock. After she started to breathe a little quicker and her eyes began to smoke with the internal tingles spreading throughout her body, I pulled her up and off me. "What are you doing," She looked at me in horror. "You have just been penetrated by a protected penis, and young lady you are no longer a virgin. It was my pleasure and obviously yours as well to have experienced this with you. You are an amazing lover, and keeping my cock inside you forever would be not long enough. But you have a sister here, who wants the same experience, and if I stay inside you and cum, she won't have that chance. OK?" "Not really," May sighed, "But I understand. It was amazing, so exciting, so much more than anything I expected, and I want you to come inside of me as soon as possible to feel your cock shooting your juices in my body while we both have an exploding orgasm." "I feel the same way sweetheart, but that will have to wait, as we teach your sister now." June is breathing heavily, and says, "Wow what a performance." She reaches for her sister and kisses her several times. "You are such a cock lover May. You really gobbled it up and made him really happy." "You will do the same once you feel it inside and the trepidations and anxieties fade. He has a beautiful cock and it feels amazing inside." May is looking into June's eyes with reassurance. "Just wait until you feel it slide in and out, and as he strokes your clit, you will explode in moments, I know you will." I show June how to open the condom package, turn it to have it ready to roll on my cock, and then I turn to May and say, "You - beautiful woman - will you remove my condom so I can have a fresh one for the virgin?" May slowly rolls the used but empty condom from my still hard cock, and then kisses my cock licking some pre-cum from the head. June then rolls the new condom on me, and she climbs into my lap. With confidence I didn't expect, she followed May's actions and sat on my cock slowly, as it slid into to her vagina that was literally dripping juices. I put my hands under her bottom, squeezing her cheeks, and lifted her to bring my cock out of her love cave. She slowly reinserted it by sinking slowly, and as she did she too squeezed her internal muscles making my cock feel as though there were many fingers stroking it inside her pussy. She was breathing quite heavily and she kissed me as she lifted her body one more time. Then she settled on me, wriggling and began to orgasm softly at first and then strongly, and I couldn't hold myself back and spurted shot after shot of sperm into her warm cavern. I held her to me, as we both kind of went into a free fall of orgasmic pleasure. I was cuming after two hours of high sexual activity with two very sexy women, and she was cuming with her first cock deep inside her and so stimulated she couldn't control what was happening to her. We held each other, kissing gently, until we were able to realize that May has put her arms around us and is hugging us. June lifts and settles again on my cock, which now is softening. "Incredible," she says. "Thank you so much." She holds my face and smiles. "You came didn't you?" "Yes and thank you for that. You were so tight so active with your pussy gripping my cock, and with all that has happened in the last hours, I couldn't hold back when you came." "I'm not a virgin anymore either, thank you for that." June is almost laughing. We all kissed each other, and hugged. Then I slipped out of June's pussy, and I asked, "Which one wants the pleasure of removing the condom?" May jumped to the task, "It is mine. I want to taste his juices, and I know June does too." She deftly removed the tube from my cock, and held it aloft as though she had been awarded a prize. She tipped it up, and dribbled some of the sperm into her mouth and gave the condom to June who did the same. They kissed each other and then swallowed. June was first, "Oh that is good. Smooth and salty. It is delicious." May said, "Tasty delicious and creamy. Just wonderful." We looked at each other, and I said, "Who is going to clean me up?" They both giggled and dipped their lips to my cock and cleaned me off. When they finished, I drew them to me, and said, "We have had a real time here. Learned a lot about each other, and about making love, and we know better what is right and good in the process. "I want you to know that I love you both deeply, but we have to be sure that our escapade here stays with us, and no one else. We are adults so what we have done is legal, but some won't think it moral. I don't care about those kind of people, but we don't need any scandal started by small people with sad lives, ruining our lives too. So let us resolve or pinkies swear it is our secret story and should stay that way. "I believe that ten years from now, I'll be seeing you at Thanksgiving dinner and we will smirk in remembrance of this day. I won't forget it ever. I will masturbate thinking of it forever, and I hope you will too." The girls looked at each other, then turned to me and said in unison as so many twins do, "Thank you it was very special." We went down stairs and found our clothes. I said I was going for a swim, May said she'd join me, and June mentioned she had to hurry to a piano lesson. I said, as we were about to split up, "How did you girls get your names?" May said, "We were born on different days, despite the fact we are identical twins." June said, "She was born on May 31 at 11:58PM and I was born on June 1 at 12:05 AM. Simple!" June kissed me and May and she left for her appointment. May and I arm in arm went to the pool, and jumped in for a second swim. We horsed around for a while, but eventually ended up at the shallow end where the warm jets tingled our bodies. "I feel a little left out, "May said. "How so?" I asked . "You didn't cum inside of me. I didn't get to feel your cock contract and shoot inside of me. I didn't cum on your cock either." She frowned. She came over and took hold of my cock, stroking it softly under the water. She kissed me and I played with her breasts with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. "I was just checked out by the doctors at my physical exam, and I am clear of all sexually transmitted diseases." I whispered in her ear. "I haven't had sex with anyone in seven months so I am free of bad bugs too," she exclaimed. I lifted her up and placed my cock at her pussy crease, and said, "Whatever you want I'm prepared to supply. Are you up to date on birth control?" She puts her legs around my middle and presses her Mons onto my hard cock. "Yes, please make love to me." She is now settling down on my cock and I guide it into her. Her pussy lips part as my soft but hard glans slips passed her open vagina. I pull her down until she has bottomed out on my shaft. She smiles and says, "More please, more." We kiss, and move together so our bodies are undulating in sync gliding my cock in and out of her vagina creating friction that will blow us both into adrenaline heaven. I get deep inside her, and then ever so slowly almost pop out. She is breathing deeply and wriggling her hips, driving me crazy. Her internal muscles are massaging me as I move inside her. It is an incredible feeling of pressure and exhilaration that is amazing. I've felt this before, but her tight love cave and her young muscles have a strength that brings me very close to going over the cliff. Suddenly she stiffens her body. A deep orgasm overtakes her muscles and pushes me into spurting deep inside her warm pussy. She is sucking my cock with her orgasm pulling my sperm and juices from my balls with an amazing feeling. She settles a bit, and I am still high on the free fall of orgasmic bliss. I am deep inside her, and she is pulling my hips into her love nest with incredible strength stemming from a desire to have the event continue perhaps to never end. We settle together kissing, and wanting to stay hooked in the passion of love making, yet knowing the pleasure will subside sadly. I have filled her with my juices and sperm, and she desperately wants me inside her. I slowly feel my cock shrink. And then it slides outside into the water, which is a lot cooler than her pussy, I am a little depressed. To be able to make love to a young girl, who has never really been made love too in an exciting way before, breeds a desire to have it continue forever. I can tell from her eyes she is as upset it is over as am I. I put her up on the side of the pool, and open her legs. Her clit is protruding from its garage, and I suck it and lick it, making her shiver again with pleasure. I am kneading her breasts and pinching her hard nipples all the while. Then I move to her love tunnel and cover the opening with my lips and suck. I feel my juices and hers coming into my mouth, and I lick her clean. I kiss her clit and gently lick and suck to see if she is settled enough for me to bring her off once more. She pulls my head into her and I suckle her clit again, until she has clamped her legs around my head, and she is climbing her way toward another crescendo. I move and kiss her love cave entrance, sticking my tongue inside and swirling it about. Then I return to her clit, and holding her steady while looking over her tummy and through her breasts, I catch her eyes, and tell her silently, "Here it comes". She explodes and shivers at the same moment, and softly but strongly says, "I am cuming again and I love it." She holds my head at her center and I enjoy the contractions and secretions she makes as she writhes through her second orgasm in three minutes. I lick her clean and kiss her beautiful pussy from one end to another. I put my hand over her opening, and come up to kiss her and share the treasure I just licked from her love nest. She opens her mouth, and as she has done before, she licks me clean, with a moan and very active tongue. We tongue duel together as we kiss, and she is melting into my body as she slips back in the water. We are as close as two can get. "Now I feel special," she hoarsely whispers. "I feel blessed that we had this special moment." I am whispering. "I know you have had other men, and they probably didn't give you the type of experiences you would want to share with your sister." "How did you know that?" "I could see it in your eyes when we were feeling each other up earlier here in the pool. You knew what you were doing, it wasn't your first cock." I am looking at her beautiful body. "You know you make love very well, and I can tell you that it is an honor to nestle with you." "You said nothing about your suspicions to June. I appreciate that. June and I are twins, but we are different and have different levels of confidence in the world. I have had bad times with men, and I am going to be changing my behavior a lot as a result of this day." I brought her to me, and said, "Look all men and women in the eyes. You can see what they are all about right there. It is an art, practice it. You will find it much easier to develop your relationships through the years once you learn to read a person's eyes. The eyes always tell the truth. Remember that. They never lie." She looked into my eyes, and said, "You do love me don't you?" I nodded. "Do you feel a tingle inside when you look into my eyes?" I ask. She nods, and I say, "You and I and your sister have something special, and we know that don't we? It is ours alone, and we will cherish and remember it fondly always. It is healthy and beautiful and there is nothing society or others can do to take that away from us. Right? " She understands, and she nods "Yes." She puts her hands on my face. She grins, "By the way in case you wake up tonight and realize I told you that my birth control pills were up to date, but not whether I am taking them or not......" She hesitated a long moment, "I am taking them, so we won't be having twins this time. Maybe the next though." She is laughing and still falling into my eyes. She kissed me and said, "Do you want lunch, Mom should be home soon." June said. "I'd love that, and it would be nice to say hi to her as well." We left the pool and went into the house to continue this extraordinary day. To be continued, (Part I is in Directory #73) If you loved the story, let me know. If you hated it, tell me why. (C) 2012 Copyright and written By am101, email: [email protected]

The Family Bundle - Part 3 Written by: am101 - email: [email protected] TRULY ADULT MATERIAL - If you are under 18, this story is not for your eyes. This is the continuing story of family members, joined at the hip by primal instincts with each other and truly close friends. If you want to explore incest and family togetherness, these stories are for you. This is Babs Ently's narrative of her trip East to visit Jerry in Tarrytown NY. Enjoy! (F/F, M/F+, M/M, inc) Oh boy, what a night. First we packed our clothes, we said good bye naked and in bed to our loved ones, and just made it to the airport to take the Red Eye to New York. Julie, my daughter, and I sat in the first class seats that our son Jerry got for us, and we had all the comforts including a luscious stewardess who was very attentive to our needs. I asked for a blanket for each of us and pillows, and she couldn't have been nicer. She sat and talked for quite a while, and then left us alone to sleep for the rest of the trip. Of course we were glad to see her go, because beneath the blankets, Julie and I had lowered our pants, and were prepared to diddle each other to climax to enhance our dreams in flight. We did just that, I found Julie's clit, and she mine, and we both bit our lower lips as we drifted into orgasmic heaven more or less at the same time. Lots of wiggling and wincing, but no noise. We then adjusted our clothing, and went to sleep. Now, I am in the car with Jerry heading to Tarrytown NY our destination. Jerry arranged with a very attractive man to drive Julie into New York City to visit her friend for the rest of the weekend, so it is just Jerry and I on this sunny early Saturday morning. I am sitting looking at Jerry and he seems to have changed a bit in these two months since I'd seen him. He is in command of things and purposeful. He apparently has found a niche, and is blossoming in it. We pull into his house, and wrestled all the bags into the bedrooms, Julie and I have our own. The house is beautiful for a rental, and very well kept, which really pleased me. Jerry used to be a bit of a slob in my house. I texted my husband and let him know we were in New York safely. He of course is asleep it is 7 AM here and 4 in Eugene. I came out of my room and found Jerry poking around with his computers, and he quickly left them, to be attentive to his mother. Nice. "Are you settled?" He asked. I smiled, "Not yet but close. I want a shower and then a nap. I don't sleep well in a plane." "OK - you and Julie share the bath, so make yourself to home. I may take a nap too, I have been up since 4:30 and a little more shut eye would be welcome." Jerry is such a gentleman. I ask where he sleeps, and he showed me his large bedroom with its own bath, and a huge King sized bed that looked so comfy. I left for my room and began the process to clear my body from these rumpled clothes. When I reached behind to undo the bra, I couldn't get it to undo. I took the straps off my shoulders and pulled my arms out, to move the back of the bra to the front so I could see what the matter was. The hooks were not done right in the first place and I could not undo them as the loops seemed deformed or something. "Hey Jerry could you come here for a moment?" I sort of hollered down the hall. Jerry came and he was down to his boxers, no shirt, and very sexy for a 24 year old. "Could you undo this damned bra please? It is all screwed up and I can't make head or tail of it." I was covering my breasts and nipples best I could, but there was still plenty for him to drool over. "Gee Mommy how did this get so messed up?" He is smiling as he worked on the clasp. "Just get it undone will you? I want to take a shower. Are you going to do the same thing before your nap?" "I guess I could Mommy, but ah here I have it opened. Why don't we share my shower with all the nozzles and sprays and room? You will be so relaxed afterwards from the feelings it produces. There is plenty of room for us both." He is looking at my breasts and I think his boxers are displaying a frontal growth. I grab a towel and drape it over my shoulders to cover my boobs, and we wander to his bathroom. The shower is immense and has like ten nozzles that make water come from all directions. "Now Jerry it has been a long time since you and I took a bath together, so a few things have changed that you should be aware of." I am snickering a bit of course. "Oh Mommy let's get into the shower and we'll worry about all that later." He turns on some nozzles and the water is perfect. So I drop my towel on a chair, slip out of my scanty panties, and immediately duck into the water. Jerry's boxers hit the floor, and his nice hard, impressively long cock points right at me. He steps into the water, and using a sponge and some body wash, begins to soap my back. Soon his hands are on my arms, and he turns me around so the water can wash the soap off my back. My nipples are not quite touching his rib cage, he is that close. "Jerry men and women in a shower are naked and see parts of each other they never see otherwise. I am your Mom, and you must be respectful of my private parts. The same is true of me when it come to your body. I can see things I have not seen in many years, and things have changed. Most for the better I might add." I am now using the same sponge soaping his chest. I stop at his tummy button; he can do the rest himself. "Gee Mommy you are so beautiful." And he adds some nozzles from a new direction, low down, and pulsating. He has my pussy in the line of fire and it is no accident I suspect. "Oh Jerry!" I say as the jets are tickling me deliciously. "You shouldn't have done that. But it does feel wonderful." I use the sponge and slip it between my legs and wash my pussy with care and love. Then I let the water jets remove the soap suds, and I use my hand to be sure I am clean. "Mommy can I look?" Jerry mumbles as he stoops to see my pussy. He takes the sponge and washes my legs all the while looking right up at my clit and swollen outer lips. He has a glint in his eye. I exclaim, "Jerry remember what I said, respect other peoples parts in a shower." He rises and gives me the sponge and points to his crotch. I know my face turned red. "Jerry it isn't right at our age for me to wash you there any more than to let you wash me between my legs. You are a grown man not the child I used to wash in the tub." He put more body wash on the sponge and offered it to me again. "Please Mommy, you are so good at it.?" I took it from him and began to soap his tummy and slowly went down to his penis and around it to his balls and beyond, while looking into his eyes the whole time. I didn't need to look down there because like touch typing, once you know the keyboard you know where all the parts are and how to make them work. In this case, his cock was already at attention, and when I looked to see if I have completed the job, there was pre-cum on the end of that large shaft. I used my hand to be sure I got all the creases soaped properly, and even rubbed his rosebud to be sure it too was clean. Then I closed my hand on his shaft, and used the pre-cum to slick his cock and he took a deep breath. He groaned when I took my hand away, and I moved him so the lower jets were now rinsing his lower body, not mine. "There you go darling, all nice and clean in your private parts." "Mommy that felt wonderful, can you do it again?" He looks sheepishly at me like a child knowing that asking for more ice cream will get the no answer. I take the sponge and do my breasts right in front of him, I rinse and say, "There I am done and I think you are too Son." I step out of the shower, towel off my body, and without looking at him, head out of the bathroom after checking to see my hair wasn't wet. I have my towel around my breasts but it barely covers my butt which he surely watches as I move. He comes out of the bath dry and clean, and heads right to his bed. "Mommy, can you sleep with me please? I have missed you for so long, and it would be so comforting." "Oh son, I guess so, but I really need sleep, so no talking." He moves over in the bed, and I slip in and snuggle into a pillow. "Mommy can I hug you. I love you and want to feel your warmth close to me?" I snuggle my back into his body, and he puts his arm around my waist and holds my tummy with his hand. I can feel his naked cock on my butt crease, and he wriggles so it slips inside slightly like fitting into a case. He is leaking again and I feel the liquid slip between my cheeks and his cock. He slides the shaft a little in the slippery confines and I hear him breathing deeply again. Now normally I might object to having my second child being so brazenly familiar with my body, but in this case we have been apart for so long and little leeway is in order. He is not a little boy anymore, so I have to be careful. I murmur my approval of his snuggling, and before I know it, he has my right breast in his hand, and he directly begins to roll my nipple. "Jerry what are you doing?" "I want to feel the nipple I used to suck when I was a baby. Can I suck it one time please?" I roll over, and say, "OK now mister, no more roll playing Jerry. I'm tired of the kid act. I am going to suck and taste you and then I am going to drink your warm sperm and share some of it with you. Is that OK?" Jerry and I began to kiss, and fondle and love each other just as we have since he was 12. He began to masturbate at 12, and his Dad had "that talk" with him. I was the practice dummy so to speak. We used my body to demonstrate how he should make love to a woman. And Jerry made wonderful love to me. His first climax was a treat to see. He came the minute his cock touched my pussy. It was wonderful and warm and messy, it was just great. His second cum can only be described as full filling, and deep inside me. Jerry and I have made love hundreds of times, and now as I slowly lifted his cock to my lips, I remember how delicious he tastes and I drool in anticipation. He is so beautiful with that long hard penis just dripping with clear juices which I spread on his shaft so I am sure to taste his pre-cum as I slip his shaft all the way down my throat.. I have missed his lovemaking; it is so exciting and different from the wonders of my husband's attentions. The head of Jerry's cock is soft yet hard at the same time as it slides on my tongue. He is really dripping lots of pre-cum onto my taste buds, and I realized he might be very close. I took his shaft out of my mouth and kissed my way up his body until he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked so softly and lovingly. His eyes looked into mine as he lovingly nipped at the end, and licked softly while sucking like a baby. He turned slowly so he was now kissing my tummy working his way to my pussy to lick and suck. I slid down his body and his cock was on my forehead as I kissed and licked his balls sack.. I hesitated a moment to feel that warmth which a cock shaft can produce, and then let him push until his entire length was inside and tickling my tonsil. We both moaned at the feelings of love this all represented. We wasted no time. We moved slowly and deliberately into the dance of lovers, hips moving apart then back together then apart and together, until we were both ready. He stopped and he fingered my clit and stuck his tongue into my love tunnel sucking and licking while tickling my clit. Then with little effort we together plunged into that orgasmic cloud that is so dense and deep when two lover's climax together. He shoots pulse after pulse of warm semen into my mouth which I swallow or let pool in my cheeks. All the while I am squirming and writhing with a deep orgasm oozing my cream into his mouth as he stroked and lick my entire pussy. I shuttered with his pulsing shaft inside me. I wriggled and we kissed until we lost our breath and just hugged until the orgasmic episode was finished. We turned and our hips ground together as I kissed him and dribbled sperm into his mouth and he let me lick his lips, covered in my coital cream and juice. We hugged. We kissed. We looked deeply into each other's eyes. I told him I loved him and he kissed me so sweetly, I was shaking with pleasure. I brought my fingers to his mouth and he licked them clean. We kissed, he put his hand on my breast and softly rolled the nipple, and I closed my eyes, exhausted. I lay there and remembered the night after our first lesson in copulating; Jerry came home after a date, and as required checked in with us that he was home. He opened the bedroom door, and there we were husband and wife father and mother, making love. My husband was on his side, and his cock was deep into my pussy. I too was on my side, and Jerry could see through my cheeks and legs to where his Dad's cock was moving in and out of his Mom's very juicy hole. Jerry quietly sat on the bed, and we just continued our lovemaking while he ogled our parts all juicy and pink. His Dad came and his cock pulsed as he moved in and out of my love cave. Near the end of my husband's orgasm, his cock came out of me, and he shot a dollop of sperm up my bottom crack, across my puckered hole, and onto the edge of my bottom cheek. My lover re-inserted his cock immediately into my hungry vagina and it continued to pulse a few more times until it shrunk it and fell out. Jerry wasted no time. He took hold of my upper cheek, lifted it and licked his Dad's white semen from my bottom cheek. He drew it apparently into his mouth, swallowed. Then he returned to lick and suck my crease, rosebud and outer parts of my vagina to savor what was left of his Dad's shot of sperm. I think that was Jerry's first taste of another's cock juice. My husband didn't see Jerry do that, and Jerry never talked to me about it But I knew, he knew, I knew. I dreamed of my husband and I loving each other and this Saturday morning was gone for me. I slept until noon, and then rose, got dressed, and met Jerry in the living room. He smiled at me and said, "You are beautiful Mom." I kissed him on the forehead, and went for coffee. Gee this is a beautiful place. It is nicely furnished, with views of hills and valleys and even some looks at the Hudson River some distance away. I drank my coffee, and I gazed at the scenery. Jerry's phone buzzed and apparently one of the girls he has been seeing is coming over for a visit. I think her name is Kate. Jerry fills me in on his amorous exploits since coming here, and although exciting, it hasn't been too productive. No matter, Jerry knows how to meet girls and have fun, so as he settles in and develops a work schedule with some regularity to it, he will have a harem in no time. He also told me about his boss Ben who is gay and not at all inclined toward women in bed. Jerry told me how he tamed George the boss's companion and best friend. Jerry thinks I might be able to help George see the beauty of the feminine side of sex, and I told Jerry we'll see about that. I am not a lion tamer, but I can charm men, particularly the rooster type. The doorbell rang, and we opened the door to see a huge man who said, "Kate is here to see you. Let me know if you want me to come retrieve her." Jerry said, "George come in for a moment will you. I want you to meet my guest, my mother, Babs Ently." George screwed up his face and waited until this beautiful girl Kate came inside, and then he entered too. I introduced myself to Kate, and we looked at each other as though we had known the other for years. I smiled, she smiled, and we were on the same page. She is gorgeous and so desirable, and I guess she must have felt the same about me. I looked at George, and he is a hard man with a plain but very kind face. He took my hand and said, "Jerry says wonderful things about you, and I can see you are everything he said you are." I led him into the living room and we went to sit by the window. I asked him to tell me what I was seeing, and he very politely and lucidly told me landmarks, names of hills, and a couple of stories about the fabled Tarrytown, NY area. We talked without the other two for about 20 minutes. It was very nice. I turned and said, "Jerry we haven't offered our guests anything." We adjourned to the kitchen and found a beer for George, water for Kate and I, and some lemonade for Jerry. We gabbed a bit, and then Kate told us that she was going to the Virgin Islands this week on a last minute fashion shoot for Vogue, a gig she simply cannot miss. She is leaving tomorrow. Jerry is obviously upset, and said; "I so wanted you to get to know my Mom and sister. We will miss you terribly." Kate smiled that million dollar smile, and said, "I'll be back in the middle of Friday afternoon, so maybe George can put together a pot luck dinner at our house for that night, so we don't miss any time together." "Oh that is good, I'll have a chance to see your brother too perhaps?" I look quizzically at her. "Oh yes, I'll see to that." Kate took my hand and kissed it. "I so want you to meet him. He will love to talk to you about your life. He is an author and wants personal details about people; to use perhaps in a story sometime." Kate and Jerry took each other's hand and went out for a walk leaving me with George who was nursing his beer, and watching me rather closely. I smile and said, "George. Jerry tells me you and he have hooked up and you both seemed to enjoy it, is that right?" George screwed up his face, and almost hissed, "Jerry should keep his love life private." "George I am his mother, and he shares everything with me. More important he and I hook up and we are lovers too." I smile waiting for his reaction. "I did not know that, but I can understand completely. Families can be close, and some handle physical relationships very well, so I read." I am pleased with that answer, and say, "Do you know why I told you that?" "No" he said. "But I know you will tell me." "I want you to understand that our family believes sex and all that comes with it is wonderful and should be experienced with joy always. I love my son, and my daughter, and most of all, my husband, but we also want to experience anyone who seems simpatico without guilt. So that leads me to tell you that I find you very desirable, and would like to spend some quality time with you while I am here." He is thinking about all that looking out the window. He seems to be getting a little disturbed. I take his hand, and he turns to me, "I am gay Mrs. Ently, and women are not in my wheelhouse normally." "OK, George, first of all I am Babs. Second I am gay too, but I love men also. My daughter especially loves men but she is gay and makes love to women all the time. Jerry is really good at making women happy, and yet he has made love to you and I am sure you enjoyed every moment of it. You are not his only male lover either by the way. So all I am saying is, perhaps you and I could explore a little? No harm no loss." He leans in to me and says sheepishly, "Slowly? Perhaps we can discuss this tonight at dinner, and some conversation? I'd be willing to explore on that basis." I take his chin and kiss my finger and place it on his lips, and say, "Deal, sealed with a kiss." We laughed. We talked about our lives and how we got where we are today. He has humble beginnings, and has worked hard all his life. But he loves his friend Ben, wants to take care of him and the family in the best way he can. Maybe now George is willing to look into his soul to see if there is room for a little closeness with a woman and particularly me. What a treat that would be. You know, you meet some people and know instantly you could go to bed with them no problem. You don't know that they may not feel the same way. So what do we all do? We dance around the subject, to see where it all leads, and then eventually we join at the hip or just remain friends. That is what is happening here, except I think he wants me and is fighting it. I definitely want him. He is powerful and will make an enormously wonderful lover if we ever get naked. Jerry is right George is a tough sell. But if he has an enormously gifted cock as Jerry says, George will be a real conquest for the ages. But who knows. He could be so bound up with physiological barriers it may take some time to give in to the pent up, perhaps repressed, desires. Perhaps it will never happen. George gets up and says he will be by at 6:30 to pick me up. No fancy dress we are going dancing at a bar that specializes in country music. Sounds great. He wants to use the bathroom before he goes. I say, "Yes that beer will go through a person quickly. I'll show you the way." I took him to my bath, and at the door, I said, "Need any help?" He laughed, "Not really and an audience will make the job all that harder." I quip, "Isn't that every girl's dream, harder?" He stops and looks into my eyes and says, "Jerry told you I have a large item, and you just want to have a look. Am I right?" I open the door and pull him inside the bathroom. I flip the lid, and say, "Come on big boy, whip it out and let me direct it for you. Then you can hose the toilet down, and we'll roll it up together so you can take it home." I reach for his fly and he jumps as I begin to unzip him. I open his fly and reach inside his boxers, and pull this long cock from the depths of his pants. It is magnificent and is hardening. "Come on push and you'll get the gravity feed going. I'll handle the aim." He laughs, and soon a nice stream of light yellow pee arches to the toilet, and continues for about 30 seconds. He spurts the last of it, almost as if he is filling my pussy with sperm, and he takes a deep breath. I shake it once then again, and all drops fall in the toilet. He reaches for his cock to repack it in his pants, and I stop him. "Let me see will you? It is so warm and soft, and it is thick." I am drooling to put it in my mouth, but I hesitate. "Very nice George, you should be proud. It is every girl's dream." He takes his weapon and puts it away for the trip home. He smiles, "Did you enjoy that?" I reached for his neck and as I pulled his face to mine and said, "Thank you so much for the viewing. Not everyone would have done that. You are comfortable in your skin, which is very nice and sexy." I kissed him on the lips, and he returned it. I walked him to the door, and he turned to me. "First meeting: a kiss that was wonderful, and a groping, also wonderful. You are quite a woman." "See you at 6:30 George." I said as I closed the door. I turned and went into my room. I stripped and dug my white bikini out of my stuff. I put the panties on. They are very sparse, more like a thong. The front is a very small triangle which at the bottom becomes a strip of material that just covers my pussy and ass, and then narrows considerably up through my butt crack to the waistband that is about an inch and a half wide. It is designed to maximize the suntan, while doing very little except to cover my private parts. The bra is a joke. My ample breasts do not fit into the triangles of material, just the end of my boobs where the nipple needs sun protection. There are strings that tie the two triangles together and the bottoms of the triangles slide along the string which circles around to the back, making them adjustable, for nipple coverage. Most of my breast flesh is exposed to the sun's rays, and men's eyes, both desirable. I prefer no clothes while sunbathing, but with all the goings and cummings here, I'd best "Cover up". I went out side, with Jerry whistling at me as I went by his computer room, and plopped myself on a lounger. The sun was warm and the view of the valley well worth the time to ponder. I adjusted my triangles, to cover my best assets, and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off, because I became aware of footsteps. I heard a chair being dragged over to where I am sitting, and I opened my eyes to see who is joining me. There is a man about 55 sitting next to me, with a grin on his face. No wonder, I am just about naked. He is looking out to the valley, and says, "Really nice view don't you think?" I turn on my hip to look at him more closely, and say, "You or the valley?" He laughed. "I mean the view of the valley. I just love the peace and quiet here don't you?" "It is very pleasant, and apparently you can meet nice people here. My name is Babs Ently, and you are?" "Oh I am sorry, we haven't met have we. I am Ben Poister - Jerry's boss on this job." This is a very weathered guy. He has spent many hours in the wild doing something. A deep tan, and broad shoulders give him a mysterious look, His hands are folded in front of him, they are the hands of an indoor person, so opposite to the rest of his body. He is looking at me from toe to hairdo, and seems to like what he sees. "So you are the writer that Jerry is so keen to help. It is nice to meet you. I am sorry I am in my not so altogether, but you caught me relaxing after that cross county trip." His smile never leaves, "Jerry told me about your coming to visit, and I wanted to meet the mother of such a talented young man. I am taken by your beauty." Oh boy, flattery. His eyes are burning into mine. He is trying to read me, and I guess I am telling him that I am embarrassed about being nearly naked at our first meeting. He moves his finger over to my right breast and softly, using only his fingernail, scrapes the very end of my hardening nipple. "I haven't seen one of those in quite a while. I am a gay man, and I hope I am not too forward?" I don't move and quite enjoy the pleasure of his feeling me up so to speak. "No I am an extravert actually, so display is one of my pleasures, as you can see. Hard nipples don't grow on trees, just excited women." He laughs. "Excited? In this short time? Really?" I respond, "Yes. When a man touches my nipple in kindness and purpose, I get excited." He laughs and says, "Mrs. Ently you are very sexy and smart. I hope we get to know each other this week a little better. I promise to leave your nipples alone. I just couldn't resist this time." "I reserve my first name Babs only to a man who touches my nipples. Tell me have you ever taken on a woman like me and ravished her?" I am interested in his reaction. He smiles, "You are piece of work. I haven't had a woman in ten years, and prefer men really. Something about a penis that sends me bonkers." He is chuckling. I am really laughing now, "I feel the same way, so we have something in common." He touches my cheek, and says, "What do you really like besides making men horny?" "Simple really, I like my family, I like politics, I like art. I like teasing men, and I love naked women. Just a couple of things I really like." He is confused. "You like naked women? To look at, to touch, to make love too, or what?" I think I've got him here, "I am bi-sexual. Penises and pussies are two of my passions. I enjoy licking both of them and making their owners moan with pleasure." He reaches over and touches my nipple again but this time with the tip of his fingers and he massages it. He smiles, licks his lips, and says, "Such a sexy woman I should have known she would be all things to all sexes." I could go for the gold here and ask if he would cross over to women, but I think leaving that question unasked, is sexy and perplexing for him. He will wonder a long time why I didn't ask. "Did you come over to see me, or did you come over to see Jerry?" "I came to see Jerry, I've done that, and he suggested I come over and touch your nipple to wake you. So you can blame him not me, I was just following orders." I chuckle, "Like most men, you fondly remember not mother's milk, but the container it was served from. It is one of the gifts our creator blessed all women with, breasts, Unforgettable, delicious, and soft." "Let me write that down will you? I may use it in a book I am writing." He laughs. I wriggle my body and lift my upper leg so my barely covered pussy is now at the apex of my legs. He sees the treasure, doesn't change expression, saying, "You are an exhibitionist and a beautiful one. Have I made you wet?" I don't skip a beat, "You want to check for me?" "Oh perhaps some other time, Babs. I assume you are, and that makes me happy, knowing you are titillated and I had something to do with it. It has been a long time since I have had that pleasure." "Ben - are you and I going to see each other again? I mean other than the dinner planned for Friday." He rises and says, "We'll see. Come visit me at my house and let me show you my treasures there." He laughs. "Ben - are you hard?" He turns back and says, "Getting there Babs - Getting there." Oh baby I hit the big one out of the park. He has an interest in getting inside me. He is titillated and although he may be resisting on principle, he can be had. I know it. There is nothing like the passion and exuberance of a Gay man making love to a woman in my opinion. If properly nurtured, it can be a fantastic sexual experience. This is why getting George to open up and make love to me is so desirable. I lay back down and absorb the sun. Eventually I heard footsteps again, and it was a beautiful young woman who came and sat next to me. She is so cute, with a wonderful body, and fantastic eyes. "Hi, I am Sue, Kate's roommate and Jerry's maid. Those two are thinking of having a nice quiet dinner here tonight and want you and George to stay and enjoy the company rather than going out. What do you think?" She is smiling. "Well there isn't much food here, so someone will have to shop. And I don't know what George will say. He invited me out not the other way around." Sue looks at the view, and says, "We have settled on the food, and I'll go get it along with some wine, and George will help he is a fantastic cook so I'm sure he will love to show you his talents in that area." Sue is laughing. "I'll go along with whatever the majority wants. I love dancing so I'll miss that, but being with you guys will be wonderful." I smile. "Sue tell me about yourself. Do you have a significant other, are you attached to Kate, and do you like men?" She is aghast at the questions. "Well yes I like men, I prefer to make love to women, I love Kate deeply, and I am intrigued by your son. Does that answer your questions?" "Sorry Sue," I hold out my hand to her. "I just wanted to know you better and am not given to subtle chit chat." She takes my hand and moves to sit next to me on the lounger. Sue kisses my hand, and says, "I am pleased to meet Jerry's Mom. He speaks so highly of you and your husband. Jerry and I have had a dalliance recently, and he treats a woman with tenderness and grace, which I am sure you taught him." I smile and kiss her hand, "Thank you for that. I would be absolutely thrilled to stay and have dinner and an evening with you guys, and I bet George will too. So let's plan it and do it." She puts her hand on my tummy and spreads her fingers to softly feel my skin. "Wow you are hot," she is giggling a bit. "Hot literally and perhaps should come in from the sun. You are hot figuratively as well of course. You are beautiful and very sexy, just laying here and sort of glowing." She is right, it is time to go inside, and maybe take a bath or nap. Depends I guess upon what we find inside, with all the comings and goings. Sue is going shopping, so a little close time with her is out of the question. Jerry and Kate are probably already joined at the hip, so a nap is the likely route. I gather my things, and put my arm around Sue as we walk inside. She does the same to me, rubbing softly on my hip pointer, and her fingers just touching my tummy. She knows how to turn a girl on that is for sure. Kate and Jerry are talking in the sitting room, both dressed. They seem close, but not physical yet. Maybe I have that wrong, but so it seems. I go with Sue to the kitchen and she turns to me, presses her body to my almost naked front, and kisses me right on the lips - boom. Her hand slips inside my bikini bottoms and her fingers slip inside my butt crack. I kiss her back, and say, "We should go to my room and get naked." Her hand moves the material covering my right nipple aside and she pinches and rolls the nipple softly. She kisses it, and strokes it with her tongue. "We'll finish this later, but I want you to know, I want to make you cum, and can't wait to have you make me cum. You are so beautiful I must kiss and lick every inch." Sue kneads my breast with her hand and plumps it up so the nipple is extended. She takes it in her mouth and sucks, while her eyes are searching mine. "So you would rather go shopping?" I say hoarsely. I touch her cheek with my hand, and kiss her again. "Duty calls, madam." Sue says kissing me back, and she moves the material of my suit back over that wet nipple. The material soaks up the moisture, and becomes transparent showing my brown breast aureole and nipple for the world to see. Sue slips away, and I head for the bedroom for a nap. I remove the bikini and slide inside the sheets. I put my fingers at my clit, rub lightly for a while, and slowly slip into dreamland with visions of Sue naked next to me. At some point, someone is getting into bed with me. I turn as see Jerry, naked, with a large hard cock slowly moving toward my body. I pull him to me and he enters me without so much as a kiss. I gasp, and he kisses my shoulder as he slides way deep inside. I can feel he is very wet, and so am I. He looks up at me with hands pulling my hips to him as close as he can get. "I really need you Mom." He whispers. `I really need you too darling." And we begin to undulate with next to no preliminaries. "I want you to cum deep inside Jerry. I want you to fill me to capacity. I am so horny only you can satisfy me." I have been dreaming of raw fucking, with wild men, and I want that gone, with my son loving me softly and lovingly. He responds by sucking my nipples and kissing my chest and shoulder, and pulling his long cock out and then back inside deeply. At one point he slips out of me, and I reach down to put him back inside. We are both breathing heavily, and kissing whatever we can find. Suddenly, he stiffens his whole body, quickens his pace of in and out, and he brings me to orgasm which sends him over his cliff, and we wriggle and slide and plunge together as he fills me with hot sperm and I gobble it up with my hungry pussy. Jerry keeps me close hugging and sliding in and out through the liquid we both contributed to the passage where his cock swims. He does not go down to a shriveled sausage, he stays hard, and we kiss and rub with the pleasure. "Are you going again, cause I am ready?" I ask. He says nothing and slows his plunging and withdrawals, while stroking my back and kissing me. I squeeze his cock with my vaginal muscles, and it is hard, softer than when spurting, but hard nonetheless. "That girl really has you by the cock doesn't she?" I whisper to him. He wriggles, and puts a hand on my Mons and finger stroking my clit. "I want you again, and this time it is you I will be making love too, not her." I can't believe it but he begins again, and we soon are deep into orgasmic heaven, with him spurting hot juice while I am wildly wriggling and moaning with pleasure. It was wonderful. I feel him leave me, and I quickly go to clean his cock so beautiful and shiny with his sperm and my juices all over it. I put it in my mouth and the explosion of taste, sent me into a mini-climax, and I shook. He held me close, and I licked him clean and pink and soft and beautiful. Just the way a son should look. We held each other, and I went to sleep with his face between my breasts, his favorite place to be. I hope. He woke me later; he was sucking our juices from my oozing pussy. I guess he must have put his hand down there and felt the moisture, so he dipped for a drink. He brought some up to me and in a deep kiss, dropped it on my tongue. God it is delicious. "We have to get ready, everyone will be here soon." He softly pressed my breast and rolled a nipple. "Such beauty," he said. We got up and I went to shower. I want to be fresh for George and whoever else wants to lick my pussy tonight. I douched, and soaped, and brought myself off once more with soapy fingers, before leaving the warmth of the water, and toweling off. I dressed in jeans and country shirt, and bare feet. I decided on a bra in case we danced, to give the men or women something to behold. My breasts in a bra are impressive if I do say so. They aren't huge globes, but in my specially fitted bras, my breasts are pointy yet round, plump, yet taut, and sexy beyond words according to every report. I went out into the house, and there were the folks waiting for my entrance it seemed. I paraded in as if coming down a stair in an evening dress, and we all laughed. George has jeans and a western shirt on, so we match. He looks handsome and docile, and he is smiling ear to ear. Everyone got a kiss; Jerry a special one. And Sue a hug as well. We talked over drinks of red wine, and crackers. Eventually George and Sue disappeared into the kitchen and we could hear a lot of giggling as they prepared the meal. We sat at the dining table, and five of us, looking out the window at the river and hills so beautiful. We talked and gabbed about everything, and then Jerry got George to tell us how he met Ben. Seems George grew up in the piedmont region of South Carolina and eventually went to community college and got a degree in hospitality. He went to work for a resort at Hilton Head, and Ben came for a conference to stay. Ben fell on some granite steps that were not well lit and cut his knees on the sharp granite step faces. George had some emergency medical training, and tended to Ben until the rescue squad arrived. G got permission to go to the hospital and help Ben with whatever he needed, as the resort felt completely responsible for the accident. Ben was transferred to Charleston, and they took over the treatment Ben was going to need for the deep cuts and bone chipping that occurred. G stayed with him pretty much for 24 hours a day, as Ben was alone with no one to help him with day to day stuff. Ben eventually decided to have restoration surgery done in New York, and was to transfer there. G resigned his position at the resort and went with Ben to New York-Presbyterian hospital, and has been with him ever since. George smiled, "And we have loved each other ever since. I had no guy lovers before Ben and have never looked back." I thought to myself, "What about forward?" Sue disappeared and came back dressed in her maid's outfit, and served the dessert, which was Floating Island, a real treat for us oldsters. As we ate, Sue did a strip-tease, and morphed into a pixy with a skimpy outfit and did a dance to Taylor Swift's "Love Song". It was hilarious and wonderful. Flounder, history, strip-tease and Floating Island, what a dinner. George built a fire, and we sat watching the flames and enjoying the warmth. Before long Sue was in Kate's lap and she slowly undressed wriggling in that beautiful girl's lap. Sue is a real extravert and moved her glowing skin over to sit in George's lap. She kissed him on the cheek and then naked as a jay bird she wriggled on his lap, almost mimicking copulation, and pretending to have a massive climax. We all were laughing; even G was feigning participation in the love pageant, by stroking her sides and tickling her ribs. Sue's nipples were inches from George's mouth and he resisted a kiss despite our hooting and egging him on. Sue then slithered back into her maid's outfit and we could hear her clearing dishes and cleaning the kitchen up. Kate went in to give her a hand. Jerry looked at G, "You did well for a big fella. You could have had her right here on the hearth and you resisted. I'm not sure I could have done that." George smiled, "Don't talk like that in front of your mother. Have some respect." I smiled and said, "Boys we all know that public love making is not satisfying, so George was just being a gentleman by not having sex with a woman despite her being naked and on his lap, so she wouldn't be disappointed." We laughed. George rose and took my hand and we went to the picture window to look at the view. I looked up into his eyes, "You OK?" "Yes I just want to change the moment. I have to tell you that I must go home tonight fairly early, as Ben and I are traveling tomorrow to the city for some interviews and we need to pack tonight to be ready when the limo picks us up early." I put my arm around his waist, and began to walk to my bedroom. Jerry went into the kitchen to help the girls, and didn't see us leave the room. I closed the door behind us and George was alone with me in my bedroom with its subdued light and warm comforting bed turned down with puffy pillows. I reached up and kissed him as I unsnapped his western shirt and removed it. I then without asking or looking, undid his belt buckle and jeans and they slipped to the floor. He stepped out of them, and said, "Be nice lady will you?" "Oh I will do better than nice, you just watch and join in whenever the mood strikes." His skin is shiny and smooth with scars on his tummy. I traced them and said, "War wounds?" He chuckled, looking downward, "Lovers passion." We giggled as I removed my shirt with his help, and my jeans were in a puddle on the floor too. I took his hand and we climbed on the bed. "George I am going to make love to you, and I hope you reciprocate." He drew me to him and kissed me deeply. His breathing is heavy, he is warm, and a bit nervous. I kiss his neck and then his lips, and he undoes my bra and my breasts tumble out onto his chest. His hands are slowly stroking my back from my butt cheeks to my neck and I am getting really excited. He has the moves after all. I don't have to teach. We kiss and kiss, and I feel his penis rising to the occasion in his boxers. He knows I feel that, and embarrassed perhaps he pulls his hips a bit away. I move to my knees and cup my breasts and roll each nipple not six inches from his mouth. He leans in and with those enormous hands gently takes each breast from me, and kisses licks and eventually very gently sucks each areole and nipple into his mouth. He has done this before, and he is very gentle. I begin to orgasm a little, with my body going taut, and I roll my head back while enjoying every touch and lick and suck. I take my thumbs and tuck them into the waistband of my panties and slowly lower that silk to my knees. I lower myself to my butt and slip the panties off my legs, and toss them into his face. He catches them and puts them over his nose, and moans as he inhales my aroma. I reach over and softly trace his cock with my fingertips. The shaft is now inflated and pressing to be released from those plaid boxers. "Would a cowboy wear plaid boxers?" I ask. He giggles through the panties, which he has continued to sniff, "Yes, on Broke-Back Mountain." We laugh. I kiss his tummy just under his rib cage, and play with his hard cock. I squeeze it as I kiss my way to his tummy button and finally to the edge of his boxers. I take the waistband in my teeth, and begin to pull the material off and down his hips. He reaches behind his waist and helps lower the shorts, and as he helps, the head of his cock slips into view with a dollop of clear juice all ready and awaiting my tongue. I quickly squeal in delight, drop the pants and swipe my tongue over that beautiful cock-head and clean the tip of his warm juice. It tastes delicious and I moan with satisfaction. I take his shorts off, and he is now on the bed on his back, completely naked with a 9 inch cock, thick and complete with a bulbous head, throbbing in the air as his blood pressure is rising and his heartbeat increasing with every touch I make to his skin, no matter where it is. "George, you have managed to unveil such a treasure for me here. Just look at it, so thick, so warm. Come feel it." He places a hand around the base and lifts the shaft pointing it towards me. I slowly move my lips to it and kiss just under the lip of his glans. He sighs and his tummy wriggles with pleasure. "Oh what a gift G, such a gift." I am in awe and lick the shaft and tilt my head so I can watch his reaction. I slowly go downwards on the outside first and then around the bottom. I suck and lick upwards until I reach the edge of his glans where his most sensitive skin lurks. I open my mouth so he can see, and ever so slowly put my tongue on that spot and watch his reaction as I lick softly. He closes his eyes and does not move savoring the feeling of exquisite pleasure that I am giving him right this very moment. "Open your eyes darling," I say to him. "Look, - this is a girl giving you this pleasure." I lick some more, and notice that another drop of juice is atop his glans. I moan, and move and looking into his eyes suck that juice onto my tongue and lick the underside again, sending him into never-never land. "Oh my God woman, you are amazing." He is still closed eyed and he is still holding onto the base of his shaft. I take his hand and get him to pump the cock so it makes him have even more feelings and emotions while a naked, with nipples, and breasts swinging freely, girl licks this gay man's cock. I move and take his whole cock into my mouth, in one stroke, and he slips in deliciously and deeply well down my throat. I have this incredible instrument of such pleasure for both of us, completely inside my mouth and I am looking at his eyes which are a wide as saucers as he sees me lick the top of his balls. I slide back and release his shaft. I suck the juices from the tip and lick my lips like a cat that just finished a saucer of milk. I am still holding his cock in my hand, and I must say it is wonderful. Jerry is right, it is thick, veined, hard as a rock, and the dark brown skin topped with a bulbous head, which is a slightly darker brown, is so sexy in my white hand. I look up at George and he says, "You and I must come to agreement. We mustn't cause any spontaneous eruptions." "Come lick my pussy you beautiful man, I am leaking and I don't want to wet the sheets." I move to my back and open my legs with the knees to the side, and my crotch and pussy waiting for his pink tongue. He lies on the bed below me, and slithers up until his tongue just touches my Mons. He licks and dips his head and with that broad tongue slurps all my juices from the outer lips, and just above my rosebud. That tongue covers the width of my pussy, and the tip sneaks inside once in a while giving me intense pleasure. He moans as he kisses my clit opening, sucking and kissing driving me mad. His tongue slips inside my vagina opening, and I can hear him slurp my juices flowing madly about now. I can't stand it, and pull his head closer until he licks and sucks my clit and I have a small but wonderful climax shuddering as he administers pure pleasure to my hips and innards. His hands are moving and stroking my abdomen and tummy, and when close they envelope my breasts as he massages whatever skin he touches. Finally he puts three fingers in my love tunnel, sucks and licks my clit, and I erupt into a huge mind blowing climax that makes my whole body shake and shudder with intense pleasure. This man knows how to make a woman feel loved. And he says he hasn't had a woman in ten years! Bull crap, he sneaks out on his man and fills dozens of women with his loving. He is going to fill me with two gallons before he is done tonight. He kisses my inner thighs, and around my sensitive now very wet pussy, and up my Mons to my tummy button. Then he turns his head on its side and rests on my tummy, while his hand and fingers stroke my pussy gently and excitingly. "Oh my you smell so good when you cum." He says quietly. "You are so delicious, too." "You are going to make me more delicious you beautiful devil. You say you are unfamiliar with the female of the species, but you know how to kiss and suck and rub and lick just like a professional." I pull his head up and he kisses me with wet lips covered in pussy juices. I lick him as I grab his cock and place it at my love box door. "Make me really cum will you?" He says, "I'll go slow and you will be begging for more before the first is over." He smiles as he slowly pushes his cock on my lower lips. The juices flowing from his glans slit lubricate the opening and he slips the shaft in a bit, all three inches thick of it. It wonderfully gives me a shudder as he slowly pulls back out and restarts the exquisite visit. As he gets inside again I shudder and push against him and he slides half way, stopping and saying, "God you are warm. And slow down the squeezing will you, I want all of me inside when I cum." He pulls part way out, bends to kiss me and he returns the cock to its former position waits a moment, and slides inside until I can feel his cock beyond my cervix and surely at this point inside my womb. Where else could all that length go? We look deeply into the other's eyes, and I move away as he pulls out and then we slither back together and start the lover's undulations that quickly bring us to a peek of magnificence. I can't wait for him to fill my womb with his semen, all hot as it spurts inside. Suddenly he stops. He looks surprised. Turns his head, and says, "Sue that feels wonderful." I look and see a naked Sue behind G on her knees, and a hand holding onto his hip. I don't care about her, I want to cum, and I redouble my hip movements as does G and we cum at just about the same moment. I can feel his hot sperm squirting into my womb, and I erupt into a huge orgasm that brings my consciousness to a halt and I writhe and wriggle and squeeze George's cock as it spurts many, many times. I can't breathe, my blood is boiling, my head is floating, and my body is experiencing an enormous amount of pleasure. I feel that huge cock stop thrusting and guess he is finished pumping his fluids into me. He relaxes, and sighs, and smiles, and tries to keep his cock inside me. It feels so good in there, hard or soft. I want it never to leave if possible. He rolls to the side and brings me with him so I can keep him inside a little longer. I squeeze him with my vaginal muscles, and I feel fingers softly stroking my inner lips and clit. I look down and there is Sue's face between G and me, and she slowly pulls his cock from me, and slips it into her mouth for cleaning and whatever. He groans, and she begins to make it grow a bit as she licks the underside igniting his pleasure again. She slips him from her mouth and moves to my pussy where she sucks juices and thick sperm from my skin. Her tongue laves my clit, and her lips glam onto my vagina and she sucks and licks me driving me slightly insane. G is semi-hard now, and Sue puts his weapon at the door to my love cave, and she slips her hand between his legs and pulls his hips closer to me driving his cock back inside me to my delight. I have never seen that done before and what a good idea. George moans and smiles and slides his cock inside as far as he can, and he kisses me deeply. "I want you again right now." He whispers. I am speechless and say nothing but move my hips in unison to his. I smile and kiss him and soon we are close again. "You good?" I ask. "You go beautiful and I will follow as you suck me in." He moans. Surely as the sun rises in the morning, I begin to cum and he spurts more milk into me in great quantities again. We have a lively orgasm awake and loving every muscle spasm of it. I move in and out he stays hard, and I can't believe that in five minutes we have these two amazing orgasms. As we come down from the second mountaintop, Sue is there to clean and polish our sensitive parts again. She is smiling and enjoying every moment. We all rest and then I pull Sue to me, and kiss her saying, "Thank you for whatever you did down there. It made a big difference." George as I hoped has moved now and is pressing his face into Sue's fanny cheeks to lick her pussy and give her a good well deserved orgasm. I kiss the girl, smile, and say, "Enjoy, he gives as great as he looks." I held her to my breasts which she is madly sucking, until she stiffens and looks up at me as she is completely consumed by orgasmic contortions. George has done a good job. We all fall into a heap and play with the other's parts. Sue loves to heft G's cock and lick it as the juices continue to appear at the top. I am licking Sue's nipples and kissing her tummy, while George is kissing my pussy, and brushing my nipples with his soft hands. Finally we three put our heads together, and kiss. Then we giggle. George is up on one arm, and says, "I have to go, Kate can spend the night with Jerry, and Sue you take care of this hot woman. I'll go home and pack." We kiss him and he dresses. I look at him, "George is this between us, or will you tell Ben while you are nestled together in bed tonight?" He smiles, "I don't kiss and tell. Ben and I have a pact, and understand - what we don't know won't hurt us, unless one of us lets it; and then we talk. I love you girls, thank you so much for a wonderful evening." George slips out the door as Sue and I hug and pull the covers over us. Sue whispers, "Shall we sneak out and see what Kate and Jerry are doing" I giggle, "No let us leave them to their own devices. They know what they didn't do the first night and now on the second night, they'll figure it all out without us." Sue cuddles and so do I. She has a wonderful body and her pussy is warm and so wet. I ask, "What did you do to George when he filled me with gobs of sperm?" She looks at me devilishly, "I have found that men particularly gay men, love to have a finger excite their prostate, as it enhances the quantity of juices and the length of the experience. I saw his bottom up over you, spread the cheeks and slipped a well lubed finger inside him for both of his climaxes. It was fun to watch and clean up later." She smiled. What a girl! She has her hand on my breasts and is sucking gently. She comes up and kisses me. "I'll wake you later when you roll over me or we cuddle again. I'll want another taste before morning." I smile in the dark, "Me too." This has been quite a day. Any more like this and I'll be having calluses on my pussy from all the mileage I build up. Sue and I 69'd at 4 AM and we did each other in the shower in the morning with soapy fingers which wrestled with the other's clit. Today is Sunday. I am settled in here for the week, and although I am not sure about the when, where, and who, I am sure there will be plenty of sightseeing, eating, conversation, and copulation yet to cum. Pun intended.... Julie arrives tomorrow, and that will add another dimension to the pack of female wolves, and Ben is still a mystery to be solved and bedded if possible. The East coast is alive with pleasure, and we outlanders are going to have a great time. The End. Really! If you loved the story, let me know. If you hated it, tell me why. Other stories written by this author are in Kristen's Directories 73 and 74. (C) 2012 Copyright and written by: am101 : email: [email protected].

Welcome Home - Part 4 - Parts 1, 2, and 3 are in Directory #73 Written by: am101 - email: [email protected] TRULY ADULT MATERIAL - If you are 18 or under, this story is not for your eyes. Home from a two week trip our hero Bert voluntarily gives a first ever oral service to another guy; a teenage brother makes love to his sister and brother; and the hero's girlfriend is longing to taste the blond across the street. Just what every Saturday and Sunday should provide as a welcome home. (MM, F/m, M/m, M/+F, inc) Of course the messages on my phone when I left Ginny's (my ex-wife) house were mostly from Susie, (my girlfriend), Maggie, (Susie's girlfriend), and David, (Maggie's brother). I am getting back into the swing of things socially since my return last night from my two week trip. What a welcome party this has been for 24 hours, and it portends to be whirl wind for the rest of the weekend. My landlord called too, he is wondering where I am, he wants his rent, and there were a few work calls, not important until Monday. It was too soon to expect I'd get a text from Ginny's daughters, whose virginity they so generously gave me this noontime (Directory #73 - Part 3). When I was younger I often wondered how I could notch my cock with each virginal erasure I accomplished. Perhaps a tattoo slash would do. But who wants some needle artist fiddling with your cock? Well maybe it is OK if the notch-er is female. Braggadocio isn't my forte, and how do you explain the tattoo marks to a new woman who is busy inspecting your cock for fellatio or intercourse for the first time? "Oh, those marks, dear? They let me keep score as to how many women I have despoiled with my weapon." Not good for a first impression. Anyway, since it was mid-afternoon, I'd best get a nap. My "Date" with David is for 8 PM, and I'd better be rested for that. I stopped by the grocery store on the way home, and stocked up on a few things, among them a fresh supply of condoms. My landlord was out front mowing his yard when I parked my car. I gave him the rent in cash, his favorite way of receiving it. It seems every month or so he asks for cash, so he can claim a deduction off his taxes as lost rent on a property. I don't know how he does it, or care really, but it keeps him happy, and he says if we continue the process, it exceeds a rent raise to his bottom line. Whatever.... I go into my place and find everything in order. Patty had been in to clean, I could tell because the money I left for her was gone. So I unloaded the grocery bags, and put stuff away from my overnight bag. I put three new condoms in my pocket, and figured I was ready for tonight whatever happened. I lay on the bed, and texted Susie that I was home resting and would be around to see her at 6:30, and we'd go out for dinner. She responded immediately and said yes she'd be ready, but she was wondering if I was ready for David? To hell with texting, I called her, and she answered with a soft voice, "Are you jerking off while you speak to me?" "No silly, I am screwing the teenage vixen that lives across the street. You know the one you think looks so tasty. Well I can tell you from fresh experience, she is delicious. I love teenage pussy in the afternoon." Silence. Then softly, "Let me talk to her," and then raising her voice, "I want to tell her she'd do better licking my pussy then sliding on your sorry prick." I am laughing, "She is deaf at the moment I have her ears blocked with my thighs as she is sucking my cock for its second eruption." Silence. Then sweetly, "I love you so much, I am going to consume you later tonight to prove it." I speak dreamily to her, "I love you too, and can't wait to be back in your arms and between your legs." I hesitate, she doesn't answer, "Are you rubbing your clit?" "No I have a girl toy here doing it, and it is a little distracting." She giggles. I am tired and want to sleep. "Susie, I can't wait to be with you and I will drift off to sleep thinking of that lucky bitch licking your pussy." "OK Bert. You and Ernie, (my name for my cock), have a good rest. David is going to love your ministrations to him later, and you should be rested." "Bye" "Bye" I have thought about sucking a cock several times in my life, and resolved that I would do just about anything sexual once to experience it. But I would not do anything that didn't happen in the natural flow of life. In other words, I wouldn't go to a glory hole somewhere just to suck a cock. It has to happen within some relationship or in some moment of clear and present desire driven by the right chemistry between the people involved. I want the moment to mean something to both parties, something completely natural and driven by instinct and/or lust and love if possible, not chance or coercion. This evening is going to be just that sort of deal; it won't be spur of the moment because we have planned it. It will be a carry forward from this morning's very intimate experience between four people. To briefly recap, this morning over coffee in the living room( Part 3), four of us were enjoying, and watching each other in the process of lovemaking with our beautiful naked bodies. The two men were sitting on the same couch, with the women on the floor between our knees mostly. Many things happened that led David and I to take the others penis in our mouth. David also stroked my cock and I softly massaged his for a short while too. It just happened in the flow the moment, and was very sensual as you could imagine. David is gay, really bi-sexual, and he felt it was something he wanted to do. I on the other hand have never touched another man's penis, so it was very sexy and I was pleasingly surprised with my comfort in doing it. Don't we all love it when we do something different? When David actually sucked me in tandem with Suzie to bring me to my climax, there was no embarrassment by either of us or the girls. When I leaned over and took David's cock in my mouth to clean it right after the oral climaxes brought on by our girls, David was extremely aroused as was I. It seemed a natural thing to do at the time When I did take his flaccid 4 inch cock in my mouth, I was looking forward to cleaning him up as a favor for the exciting sucking he did to me earlier. His cock wasn't hard, he had just ejaculated into Maggie's mouth. The shaft was shiny with Maggie's saliva and a few drops of what turned out to be delicious sperm on it. I was cleaning his cock with my tongue and lips, and not sucking it with an ejaculation as the purpose. I thought at the time it was perfectly natural for me to do it. Social moirs aside, I was doing him a favor if you will. I actually enjoyed that moment when his soft prick slid into my mouth. It tasted great, so there was no disappointment there. I took it to the root about 4 inches, and after just a bit he began to harden which I found quite exciting. I sort of hurried to finish. I was afraid I might not be able to take a fully erect cock in my mouth, because I had seen his erect cock, it is thick, and 7 inches when stiff, just like mine. I was a cleaner not a finisher, and hurried to complete the vacuuming. Thinking this was perhaps a first cock suck for me, David sarcastically put out a challenge - i. e. did I like pussy juice better than cock juice? I was taken aback because how can I answer the question? I only know one side of the issue from my memory bank at the moment. I only know the taste of gallons of delicious pussy juice. I have never sucked to climax a hardened drooling cock, so I have never tasted the hot sperm in copious amounts that a well primed cock can spurt. I explained to David I need more data to make the analysis. So David offered to broaden my knowledge. He will allow me to take his magnificent cock, all hard and oozing lubrication, inside my mouth, lick it with my tongue and suck it deeply until it erupts with ample amounts of first quality sperm for me to savor and swallow. It is a magnanimous gesture on his part, so I can answer his well asked question. It will be one of those life sacrifices, accepting a blow job, to help scientific research, and the greater good. Ha Ha. Also it fits into my life plans to try anything sexual once if the opportunity presents itself naturally. David in the morning orgy had cum twice in an hour and I suggested that his balls were therefore insufficiently supplied with male ejaculate to give me a large enough sample to make an evaluation at that time. In other words his well was dry. I explained that it takes three swallows for me to savor the purity, body, and flavor of a wine sufficiently to allow a thorough analysis of the variety supplied. I would need the same quantity of his cum to do a semen and seminal fluid taste evaluation as well. So I requested David to be celibate until this evening when we can perform the test. He agreed to the sacrifice, again for the greater good, of course. All of this went through my mind as I drifted off to sleep for a nap. Later, I woke from an erotic dream of again making love to those exquisite twins. I took that image with me into the shower to get ready for this evening. As I am coming out of the shower, I am nude, and greeted by Patty my cleaning lady. She had let herself in, after seeing my car in the parking space, and she said to me, "You look nice - and clean". I was surprised and looked for my towel, which she eventually gave me. "Are you going to clean the house today?" I said smiling. "No," she said with a smile also. "I am going to make a deal with you. I found only one week's pay in the envelope you left, so I didn't come the second week until now. So you can pay me for another week and I'll clean again, or you can take me to your bed and naked we will make passionate love for free?" You may remember I referred to a teenager, the blond who lived across the street, when I was talking to Susie. Well this is her, and she is a knockout with a tantalizing body, but she could put me in jail in a minute, she is underage. "Patty we have had this talk before and I think nothing has changed to reverse my previous policy toward making love to you. I can't. I don't want to upset you, but you are legally too young for a guy like me to be bedding." I see sadness in her face, and then a smile. "Look at this," she almost squealed. She brought forth her driver's license and she turned 18 five days ago. "Patty you know that I love you. We have been friends and talked about anything for years. But I don't know about this. I have a girlfriend, you probably have several boyfriends, and if you and I are added to that mix it is something we will have to think about." I hugged her, and said, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. OK? I have a date in 20 minutes, and won't be back until late tonight. So how about a cup of coffee at 10 tomorrow morning and we will discuss this further, or get naked and make passionate love. Deal?" She looked down, and than smiled, "I vote for naked coitus, to be polite. We will vote tomorrow at 10." She pulled away slightly and said, "Kiss?" I kissed her on the cheek, and she laughed, "Chicken! But thanks." She is a doll. She has now seen me naked, and perhaps her sleeping on that memory may change her mind. She left and walked to her home which is directly across the street. Her home being that close is not a good thing. Her folks will be watching now and tomorrow too, so I have to be careful. Roger, her dad is perfectly capable of finding a shotgun and marching us two to the county court house for a marriage ceremony. I go to the door, and yell out, "Patty, come by to clean tomorrow at 10 - OK?" She turns and waves a yes. She is smart, she gets the ruse. I pick up Susie and we go to Norman's for Lasagna and wine. We sit in a booth so we are alone, and talk quietly. I tell her about my noontime excursion to my ex-wife's house, and my visit and appointment with the now 18 year old Patty tomorrow. Susie's eyes brighten, "I am spending the night in your bed tonight. I want to meet this vixen you have enticed to your digs tomorrow for coffee." "You want to taste her in the worst way, and then meet her. I know you Susie." I squeeze her hand. She wants to know my mindset for the coupling with David at 8 this night. I tell her all I have thought about in the past hours, and she seems to see my rational for the event. She is curious about whether I will have regrets afterwards, and I ask her how they could materialize. "Well you could be driving home and think that your masculinity has been punctured, or your image of yourself has lessened in retrospect. You could of course come away and have no regrets, but no intention of doing it again." She is so subtle with her language. "Well I have one question that I don't know the answer too, is he free of STD's?" Susie smiles. "You don't have to worry about that, because Maggie makes him get tested every two or three weeks, and he carries a card that declares him free as of the date of the last test. Maggie has convinced him that trolling for companions in bars is a recipe for disaster and he needs to protect himself." I added, "I have the same testing done, and have the same card, so what do you think if I whip mine out, and ask to see his?" Susie wrinkles her brow, "You are so promiscuous that you need to check your cleanliness every two weeks? What are you - a women tester?" "Sweetheart," I hold her hand. "You are my soul mate, but I am not wedded to celibacy outside of our relationship. Including you, five women have touched my peter just today, and this is a slow day." She chuckles, and we finish dinner with small talk about her job and my trip. We arrive at Susie's house at 8 right on time. David and Maggie are in the living room, and they are having coffee. David is on the couch and has on a new pair of basketball shorts and a new tee from this morning. Maggie is nude, and sitting in a chair with her legs spread and a young man is licking her pussy rather actively. We quietly sit on the couch next to David, and watch this coupling on the other side of the room. Maggie is in blissful heaven and unaware of us, and the young man is licking and kissing in a fairly professional manner with his back to us. I look at Susie, and she leans over and whispers, "That is Maggie's young brother, Stan. He is 17 years old, and is well schooled in the art of cunnilingus, as Maggie's obvious pleasure is showing. He doesn't come here often, he is still in high school. As you can tell, that family is real close. Oh yes, he hasn't sampled me yet." "Well my dear," I say with glee, "Better to practice at home than risk your life promiscuously." David quietly leaned over and said, "I taught him how to suck cock so he is good either way." "Did you teach him at his request, or force him at yours?" I'm laughing. David smirked and said, "He asked about gay men's activities, and I offered to show him. He took to it like a duck to water." "Does he lean one way or the other, or just take what is offered?" I am teasing a little. David smiles, "He prefers Maggie, and I can't blame him. She is beautiful and warm which is why I really only like her pussy when I am in need of the feminine touch. "I think he has lots of girlfriends. He is gentle and well-schooled sexually unlike his compatriots in high school who are bumblers." Maggie is now moaning loudly, and Stan is kneading her breasts with one hand and rubbing her tummy with the other as he sucks his sister's pussy with gusto. He brings her right to the edge as he keeps looking up at her. Sensing she is right there, he puts two fingers inside, and puts her over the top with the sucking and plunging. He is very experienced in this art. I lean over to Susie, and say, "I love a good orgasm in the early evening." She adds, "From your perspective, nothing but sex takes place in this house. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have church socials here, we have teenagers in for cokes and conversation, and we have older people here occasionally when they get together for charity work or to discuss political or social issues, like tonight. We are very normal here; except when we have incest day like today." I look at David, and say, "Are you ready for some ground rules?" He smiles, "Give me a blow job dude. Then answer my question from this morning, Pussy Juice or Cock juice which do you prefer?." I give Susie a kiss, and snuggle over to David. I begin to pull his pants down, and he lifts his hips. He has no undies underneath, and his all-ready cock pops out in all its glory. The head is glistening with pre-cum and he is about 6 inches at the moment. I take the shaft in hand and slowly feel the warmth and hardness of it by squeezing it softly. He is circumcised and they did a good job. I run my thumb over the top and spread his clear pre-cum on the spongy but firm head. I feel the ridge that runs around the bottom of the glans, and it is deep and smooth. The color contrast of the shaft's skin and the deeper pink of the glans is quite striking up close. The underside of the glans is divided in two and each side swirls around to make the glans itself and in the divide, my thumb ignites David as I spread his fluid onto the area beneath the glans where it is the most sensitive. Quickly, I bend over and take the head in my lips. I want to feel it swell in my mouth as it finishes its inflation. It feels neat, hardening and getting thicker and longer. I lick the underside of his glans, and he sucks in a deep breath. "Dude!" he gasps. He strokes my cheek, with a soft hand, and his hips wriggle a bit. I am now really enjoying this. The power of having a man's cock in your mouth is amazing. Tough guys like David melt when you have your tongue licking their cockhead. If they give you any trouble, scrape your teeth over the skin and see how long they keep annoying you. One more lick of the underside, and he is butter in my control. My mouth is filled with his cockhead which is warm and a little like 1000 grit sandpaper, smooth but with texture. Its surface is designed to excite the walls of a vagina so the woman will orgasm to open her womb allowing sperm to flow freely into the uterus. A cock head and shaft, in providing that stimulation, accepts stimulation as well from the pulsing vagina, as the shaft slides up and past rippling walls of vaginal flesh. It is these exhilarating sensations that excite the man to spurt his seed into her. It is a clever design scheme that we all enjoy. I pull it all out of my mouth to press my tongue onto his slit at the top. I watch as he pumps a dollop of clear liquid onto my tongue. It is salty yet viscous and warm. Not bad at all. I notice that his cock didn't twitch in issuing that drop. There must be some instinctually controlled internal muscles preparing to help lubricate the warm vagina so this hard cock will slide effortlessly to the full depths of the vaginal cavity. I lick the cockhead several times on the side and top, and then slowly suck and lick the underside while running the cock into and out of my mouth. I can feel the bumpy sides of his cock on my lips, knowing his veins, struggling to keep his weapon armed with blood pressure, are surging and swelling at their task. His cock's skin is smooth and feels like silk on my lips and mouth walls. I made sure as I move on him, that he can see my tongue sneak past my lips and lick the outside of his shaft as I go. I take him into my mouth until his cockhead is touching my tonsil, and that will be my limit for him. I pull off, and said, "How's it going?" I don't wait for an answer; I said "Yummmm" and suck him back inside. I now put my hand on his shaft below my mouth, and start to pump up and down. I let saliva slide out of my mouth and lubricate my hand to give him even more sensations to process. He is breathing pretty heavily after a few minutes of this, and I keep up the pressure on his shaft, while sucking and licking all the time. Then I take my other hand and gently cup his balls, and roll them softly. They are good sized and he is warm all over down here. He is hairless and I mean to ask how he cleared that field. I need to do the same thing. It is really a sexy to feel taut skin not covered in fur. I then did something he was not expecting, I slid my fingers below his scrotum, and pressed on and around his wrinkled sphincter. I am sucking and jacking him and putting pressure where his prostate lives, and I can tell, he is very near. I pull off him and jack him the whole length of his shaft, while licking just the underside of his glans. I moan and said, "Oh this is good," and take him all the way to the back of my mouth and suck as hard as I can, licking all I can reach. His hips lifted, and he shoots a large volume of sperm into my surprised mouth, which I quickly swallow, awaiting the next volley. When it came, I put it on my taste buds and swirled it quickly about my mouth. I suck the third shot out of his shaft, and it too was added to the puddle of semen in my mouth, which I savored, before swallowing most of it just as his fourth spurt came with reduced volume. I take all that semen, and swirled it around my mouth, enjoying the taste - a bit salty, but heady and warm. It has a mouth feel a little like warm yogurt without the tang or sweetness. It is a good taste, understandably desirable to acquire, and particularly special because the receiver in this case stimulated the giver in a very personal and intimate way. He surprises me with a fifth dollop of semen and it dripped from my mouth to my chin. I scoop it onto my finger and offer it to David who sexily licks it into his mouth. I release his cock from my hand, and kiss the tip, licking the underside one more time making David wince a bit. "Thank you" I say to him. "Very enjoyable, and clearly a beautiful intimate moment. You gave me more than I expected and it was delicious." He was still recovering, but said, "Thank you. That was as good a blow job as I have ever had, and to think it was your first." "Not my first experience, just my first giving." I answer. "Were you excited to have this happen and is that why you came so soon?" "Yes I think so," he said. "It was very sensual, and I really wish I had taped it, so I could relive it. You did a great job." "I enjoyed every part of it, and you made it easy. As I said this morning you have a beautiful cock, and I am very happy to have serviced it." I looked at Susie who seemed to have a tear in her eye. Maggie said, "So what is the answer to the question now you have all the data you wanted?" She is giggling. Stan came over and took David's cock in his mouth and did a first class job of cleaning it to bare skin. He licked, sucked and even blew soft air on the shaft and head. The shriveled cock began to inflate a bit, and Stan slowly stroked the cock, while he finished air drying the penis. "Well, after thorough analysis from first class sampling of the two choices, pussy juice and cock juice, I have decided - Pussy juice. "It is just more delicious and it is as simple as that. And that is my final answer." Everybody laughed. Stan now had David's cock back in his mouth and he is intent on getting his brother to cum. We watch, and Stan uses every trick I have ever seen, and gets David breathing heavily, wriggling and lifting his hips, and moaning. Soon Stan looks at me and says, "You want a taste?" I smile and say, "No you finish him while I stroke these two pussies. I want some of my favorite drink." Stan didn't miss a beat and had David cuming in about six minutes. They remained attached for quite a while, and finally Stan lifted with sperm on his chin, and let David clean it off before kissing his brother and saying, "Thank you". I meanwhile had two pussies juicy and ready, and I licked and sucked Maggie first, until she collapsed with a good orgasm. Then I cleaned her up and moved my tongue to Susie who was just about cuming when I got there. She oozed copious amounts of her nectar into my waiting mouth, and I brought her to climax with two fingers inside her hot love cave softly stroking her g-spot. I had my favorite - Pussy juice fresh from the source. I am a happy camper. When we were clear of all the pussy-cock play, Susie and I left for my house. Susie snuggled up with me in the car as close as one can get these days with center consoles and all. No wonder the drive-in movie business is so slow these days. No easy way to access each other's crotches without heading to the back seat, and then the low windshield keeps you from watching the movie after you have brought your partner off. I digress. Any way Susie said, "what about our blond vixen from across the street? Do we screw her, or do we turn her away?" "I vote you screw her and teach her a few new moves for her sexual repertoire. She is really a free spirit, and has all the tools to be a bi-vixen of some note." I move my hand inside Susie's shirt after unbuttoning a bit. Her warm un-restrained breast was a real comfort. The hard nipple I created by pinching the protuberance slightly made the feel a real good one. We pulled into the parking spot at my house, and went inside. Where upon the phone rang and it was Roger, the vixen's father. "Hey Bert, could you do us a favor? We have to go to Princeton to help my sister and her husband who just an hour ago took a fall and is in the hospital. We are going to help with the kids, and Patty is staying here in the house. She has school on Monday and she is scheduled to work tomorrow as well. "She is not sure she wants to be alone in the house at night, so she suggested that she could bunk at your place until we got home. Would that be alright with you and your girlfriend or will it interfere with your plans too much?" "Roger, we would be remiss to not help you. Susie and I will take good care of her, and I hope your brother-in-law is alright and home soon." I knew Susie would agree I didn't have to ask her. "Thanks buddy. We should be home Monday sometime, if his injuries aren't too severe which they don't sound. It will mean a lot to us for your help. "Oh by the way, Patty and I have had THE talk so to speak. She is 18 now and I want the best for her as she travels through her life choices. She knows I know you are an eligible bachelor, and she knows Susie is too. So what happens - happens. If she does choose, and things go one way instead of another, you and Susie are first rate people who will treat her with respect and care either way." I am dumbfounded with that statement. "Gee Roger, what can I say. Susie and I are a loving couple, we are a little free with our sexual behavior, and we are hopeful that everyone else is too. I guess it is an easy jump that we'd be interested in Patty, she is the most beautiful thing on the street, next to her mother. But we are not trolling, and never have." "Oh I didn't mean that Bert. I know Patty. She wants you. She is going to put the moves on you. She has all but told me that. I just want you to know, we couldn't ask for nicer people to take care of our daughter." "Thanks Roger, that is very nice and we will take good care of her for you and her." He hung up and we tidied up a bit waiting for Patty to arrive. Soon a knock on the door, and Susie responded finding Roger and Patty with a small overnight bag on the door step. Susie used her sexy smile, and said to Roger, "We will take good care of her. She was coming over tomorrow to clean anyway, so perhaps we can get started early so she can have some time with her friends. Drive safely and we will see you when you get back." Roger nodded, smiled at me, said thanks and left. Their car was out of their drive in five minutes. I got a beer from the fridge and offered the girls whatever they wanted. Patty asked for a beer and I gave her a glass of water. Susie had a finger of liqueur to sip. We sat in the living room, and looked at each other, and almost immediately began to laugh. Patty said, "I hired a guy to push my uncle down some stairs, so I could get over here tonight." I looked at her and said, "What did it cost?" She didn't hesitate a second and said coyly, "Nothing yet, but I made promises." We roared. She is smart and so beautiful you could fall for her at one glance. Susie kissed me and went over and sat on the floor in front of Patty who was lounging in a stuffed chair. Patty had shorts and a scoop-necked blouse on, her hair is down to her shoulder, honey blond, and she has no make-up and no shoes. Susie looks up at her and says, "You want to make love to my man I understand." Patty says, `I just turned 18 and that was a barrier between Bert and I that is now gone. I want to learn from a real man what making love is all about, and how to do it properly and with love. He seems to me to be the right guy for this gal to solo on." Susie smiles, "Good logic I guess. Let me ask you - are you a virgin in the classical sense?" Patty screwed up her nose and softly responded, "I guess not classically. I had my hymen removed by the Doctor years ago, and boys have had fingers up my pussy. I had one bozo that poked me with his thingy and when I discovered he didn't have a condom and wouldn't remove himself, I pinched his nipples hard until he pulled out. He was sore in more ways than one. "I think I am a virgin when it comes to making love to a man, I have never had that experience just a lot of fumbling around that made the guys squirt and me confused." Susie looked at me. "What do you think Bert, is she making a reasonable request?" Susie now has her arm over Patty's knees. She is softly stroking the upper part of her calf. I am a little stumped as to where to go, so I take the question and answer it, "I believe it is a reasonable request to ask someone who you know and respect to make love to you, not just copulate with you. Any man would be foolish to say no to such a request. And I won't either, but I do think there should be some understanding of the ramifications that perhaps should be learned first." "Holy crap," Susie hissed. She looked up to Patty and put her hand at her cheek. "He is saying that you should know that there could be regrets, perhaps soreness, perhaps great pleasure beyond your heaviest and wettest dreams, along with various techniques that you should experience before you pull a penis into your depths." Susie is looking directly into Patty's eyes and they are talking silently. Patty nods her head and bends down to kiss Susie on the lips and says, "You understand, teach me." "I have an idea," I say as the girls giggle after their first kiss. "What about a viewing as a learning experience. Real life in your face lovemaking to watch and learn from, and then experience in degrees so it is never overwhelming?" I drink from my beer and Patty moves on the floor to sit close to Susie. They are making goggle eyes at each other, and I think I am superfluous at the moment. Susie whispers to Patty, "Have you had an orgasm yet?" Patty's face turns red and says, "Yes often by my own hand and once by a girlfriend when we were much younger." Susie smiles, "So you haven't had the exquisite pleasure of having a woman make love to you. To feel her soft hands caress your skin, to feel her lips kiss your nipples, to look into her eyes and see she is trying to make you feel extraordinary." Patty, winces a little, "I think I am feeling some of that right now." "And how does that make you feel?" Susie is pulling Patty's blond hair from her forehead and running her hand across Patty's shoulder and down her arm. "You know that saying `ring your bell'? Patty says softly. "You seem to do that to me when I look into your eyes. I get tingly all over. I don't understand it, and am a little shy to admit it." Susie looks over at me, and says, "I think we need to take this to a more comfortable place. Can you help us get up?" I jump and extend hands to the girls to pull them on their feet. We take the glasses to the kitchen and get the dishwasher going. Patty is standing right next to me, and never is out of physical touch. She is a little intimidated by Susie's power over her, which is not expressed, just felt. I look at Susie and say, "Let's get Patty's couch all made up so if she wants some privacy she can slide under comfy covers and sleep undisturbed by lusty elders." We make Patty's couch in the living room over into an inviting bed, and turn the covers down so she can slip inside them and dream the night away. Susie whispers to Patty and the two of them disappear into the bathroom. I hear giggling and soon the shower is running. I get undressed and leave boxers for covering of my privates. I slip into the King bed, which I am thrilled to have bought now that there will be three of us in it for all or part of the night. Using my tablet, I am reading a threesome story when I hear the water shut off in the shower, and then some purring and moaning from the girls who are presumably drying their exquisite body parts. Susie comes in and slips a diaphanous skin colored baby doll nightie on over her very naked body. Then she sneaks out the door, and I guess goes to help Patty do the same. Susie comes back in, and takes another silky nightie from her bag, and leaves again. I finish reading the story of three people licking, sucking, and filling each other with love and various fluids, and I absorb some valuable techniques that might come in handy tonight. At that moment, my two girls sashay into my bedroom. Patty's face is beet red, and Susie is grinning ear to ear. "Isn't she delicious Bert?" Patty is wearing a bluish nightie that barely covers her hips as it drifts downward from her shoulders. It is transparent and I can see two delectable nipples on superb breasts, pointing my way. Her hips are slim and I can see at the top of her legs her outer labia, a bit swollen, and looking like a bun waiting for a hot dog. "Delicious yes - a great big yes!" I proclaim. Patty comes up on the bed and crawls to me to give me a kiss. She looks into my eyes, and says, "See what you have been missing?" Susie crawls up and slips her hand under my boxers, and grasps my cock. "This is what I have been missing," She whispers to Patty. I am now really superfluous, because Susie takes Patty by the shoulders and kisses her with tongue and passion. She slips her free hand under Patty's nightie and rubs her back with fingernails and soft finger pads. Patty is slowly sinking on to the bed, with Susie on top. Patty is raising Susie's nightie, and rubbing the soft skin of the woman's body. She is exploring this body in a way almost as though it was part of a dream or fantasy comes alive. She strokes the bottom cheeks, as much as she can reach, and squeezes them as though she were testing for doneness. In fact it is simple curiosity to make reality out of dreams. Susie is kissing Patty none stop, and with a free hand is softly squeezing Patty's breasts and nipples. They stop and look into each other's eyes, and Susie bends low to kiss Patty's right nipple and then lick it softly while not taking her eyes off Patty's. This is exciting to watch. Susie tells Patty every move she makes, in a whisper. "I am going to suck your nipple now," and she does, softly and with extreme sexiness. Patty moans and lifts her head in reaction. She brings her hand up Susie's sides and over to Susie's breasts which she squeezes to feel the flesh and softness. Susie moves back up to Patty's face, and says, "You are making me so wet, when you do that." Then she kisses the girl, and puts her Mons on Patty's hips. Patty kisses back, and whispers, "Can I lick your boobies please." Susie nods and Patty kisses her way down Susie's throat to her chest, and then with her tongue to moisten the area, kisses the plumpness of each breast she finds. Then she stops, looks directly into Susie's eyes, and using her tongue and lips, kisses and sucks the nipples she finds to be so delectable. I'd guess if Susie is wet, Patty is dripping now and may be experiencing little climaxes as she explores Susie's body. I would be if I were in her shoes. Susie's breasts are very special, and her rose colored areoles and nipples are a delight to have in your mouth to suck. Patty asks, "Can I take off your night gown?" Susie nods OK. Susie sits up and as Patty raised the night gown. Patty follows the hem as it slides up Susie's body with kisses and licks. She reaches Susie's mouth and covers it with hers as she lifts the gown off the treasure sitting in front of her. Patty takes a moment and looks at the vision in front of her, and sighs as she reaches for those tantalizing breasts right close to her. Susie is up on her hands above Patty and wiggles her hips on Patty's Mons. Her pussy leaves little moisture trails. Both girls are shaved, bald, naked, and very beautiful from their tummy buttons to the creases that shelter their reproductive equipment. Susie is rubbing her pussy on Patty's Mons making both of them moan a little. Patty moves a little and slides her pussy up to kiss Susie's. The two girls adjust to rub their wet juicy clits and outer lips on each other's. Patty seemed to move by instinct and Susie moved to be sure the two pussies were hooked properly for maximum enjoyment. I bent over and kneaded each girl's nipples, all four of them, as they slowly rubbed each other's crotch. I knew they wouldn't object, and I never miss an opportunity to have some nipple time when presented. It didn't take long and Patty was consumed by a climax even she didn't expect. Susie followed immediately spurred on by Patty's wriggling and moisture stream which flooded Susie's pussy. They threw their arms around each other and collapsed on the bed face to face, lips to lips, and nipples to nipples. I didn't exist, they were in a world of orgasmic bliss. I waited patiently for them to recover, and watched as they rubbed each other and kissed until they were back in my bed and not in the clouds anymore. Susie spoke first, "What did you think Darling? Your first climax brought on by another woman." Patty breathlessly said, "I think I died and went to heaven. You are so powerful in what you do to me with your eyes, your hands, and your body. I never thought a woman could do that to another. WOW!" She was ecstatic. "You did that to me too, you know. You sent me into the clouds and on a magical climax trip with just your body, lips and hands. So don't think it was just me, you have that power in you as well." Susie smiled and hugged the girl. "Thank you." She added. Patty looked at Susie and then me, "I have a request. Can I taste your pussy Susie? I want to learn how to make another woman happy with my tongue." Susie said, "Let's use what Bert suggested earlier, a demonstration of proper pussy licking as a learning tool and then you can taste me fresh from a roaring orgasm, flush with juices and creams that you will love." She gathered a pillow and put it under her hips, so her pussy was elevated, visible and approachable. "Bert," Susie softly said, "Will you do the honors? Patty no one can lick pussy better than Bert. No one except another woman, that is." Susie brought Patty up to her waist so she would have a great view of the proceedings. Susie made sure she had a good grip on Patty's breast to massage. I moved between Susie's thighs, and slowly kissed my way up to the waiting treasures hidden mostly by Susie's outer labia. Her outer lips were swollen by the action just finished, so I didn't need to plump them up, which I like to do to start. I licked from the bottom of the outer lips up the crease increasing pressure as I reached her protruding inner lips just barely exposed. Then I used the tip of my tongue and some pressure to trace up her clit sheath at the delicious top I ended with a kiss. I looked into Patty's eyes, and she read me correctly and came down for a kiss. I then began to lick and suck Susie from clit to vagina opening, with particular emphasis on the clit opening which I showed Patty with my finger. When Susie's clit was hard, I pulled the skin up and the little pearl poked out, and I touched it as Patty watched, and I thought Susie was going to faint. I then released the skin and sucked the opening licking the soft skin underneath and above her vagina. I began to use my forefinger to press downward on the outer lip of Susie's vagina, and at the same time push the finger inside to about the second knuckle. Patty watched as Susie began to lift her hips, and demand more intrusion to help her increase her climb to an orgasm. Patty kissed Susie's Mons at the top, and I moved a bit as she then licked down Susie's clit sheath. I moved my head and Patty took over the licking and sucking. Susie was now watching, smiling, and wrinkling her nose in total submission to our assault on her privates. I whispered to Patty, "Lick her vagina opening and suck some of the juices into your mouth to enjoy. Lick all around the opening, and then put your tongue in as far as you can, and suck. You are in for a treat." I moved and Patty climbed between Susie's legs and took over. She did as I suggested, and Susie seeing this and feeling a new tongue and fingers, went right into her orgasm wiggle, and drew a deep breath. Patty kept up the licking and sucking, until Susie fell into a trance, and her orgasm was powerful. I pulled Patty away as Susie's pussy as it was surely too sensitive at that point to continue. Patty looked at me with juices on her chin and lips. "Oh, my God. What a feeling to be able to do that to someone." I kissed her and licked all of Susie's fluids from Patty's face. "You were great. Did you see how fast you put her into wonderland?" We both took up a position at Susie's sides and each kneaded a breast and sucked a nipple until she recovered to the world of the ordinary. Susie looked at Patty and said, "You were great. You put me into a heavenly climax with your very talented mouth. Bert got me started, but when you took over, I went right up the hill to total pleasure that took me away like a jet plane." Patty had her hand down in Susie's pussy again now, and was rubbing and probing with softness and care. She cupped the pussy, and then kissed Susie, "Thanks for letting me in to all this. I would never have such good teachers in the real world." "I'll make that sacrifice anytime for you darling," Susie said. I looked at these two beautiful women and said, "Patty have you ever had a woman bring you to orgasm? I highly recommend you have Susie do you, it will stick in your mind for a long time." "I had a girlfriend lick me down there once many years ago, but it went nowhere. It was like a dare." Patty said. I hissed to Susie, "Go girl get that pussy juicy for me to enter later." "Oh yes lets go Susie. I want his cock inside me tonight, and if I have to have you lick me to heaven to get it, let's get started." Patty rolled on her back, and spread her legs. She has a wonderful pussy it is appetizing. Susie turned and went to work. She kissed the outer lips, then spread them, and immediately sucked on Patty's small opening. Her tongue was busy, as were Susie's fingers sliding up and down Patty's clit sheath. Patty moved to give her attacker better access, and Susie began a slow and masterful kissing, licking, and sucking of that young pussy. Patty was moaning and groaning in no time, and Susie's fingers were deep inside Patty, seeking and finding her G-Spot. Patty started when she felt the soft pads of Susie's fingers sliding across her g-spot. Frankly I don't think Patty even knew there was such a place inside herself. Susie concentrated on licking and sucking the clit and pink area just above Patty's vagina, and slowly brought the girl to a peak. "Oh what is happening to me?" Patty said. "Enjoy darling," Susie said, "You will remember this forever." Patty exploded into as hard an orgasm as I have ever seen. I suppose the first, if done right, is quite special. I know my first orgasm as a result of an attractive woman sucking my cock, almost gave me a heart attack. So this must be similar for Patty. Patty collapsed and Susie slid up to hug her and kiss her cheeks and neck until she came back to reality. Patty was flushed, and shaking and her breath came in short but heavy waves. Susie cupped Patty's pussy, and put a little pressure on the flesh. Patty jumped and had a little orgasm just from that one act. She smiled and hitched herself up as another wave of adrenaline swept thru her body. "She is wet and ready for you Bert." Susie was smiling like the Cheshire cat who had just swallowed a canary. Susie loves giving pleasure almost as much as getting it. I look at Susie and say, "Come here baby. I want to use you for a moment." I bring Patty to Susie's tummy and have her rest her head just above Susie's Mons. I then slip under Susie and put my cock up between her legs from the back side, until the cock head is sticking out almost in Patty's face. "Patty darling, I want you to watch as I put my cock into Susie's hot wet pussy. I want you to see firsthand what is going to happen to you." I pull my hips away and my cock slides across Susie's clit sheath and down to her open pussy which Susie is keeping open with her fingers. I push the head of my cock onto that warm oven, and slowly my cock is consumed by Susie's vaginal grip. Patty sighs, "Oh look at that. How beautiful to see it be absorbed into you Susie. It makes me shiver to watch this." I pull out and then slowly repeat the entrance, and Susie draws a deep breath. Susie lets her pussy lips clasp onto my shaft, and takes her hands and starts kneading her breasts. Patty is entranced, as I push my cock inside more slowly and then pull it almost out, and then slowly back inside even further. Susie is panting with pleasure, and she takes Patty's fingers showing her how to stroke her swollen clit. Now I am in trouble, as I am halfway inside Susie with a throbbing cock, and Patty is bringing Susie off with her fingers. Susie's pussy and vaginal walls are sucking me in and massaging me with intensity, and yet this is supposed to be just a demo. I take my hand and bring Patty's face down to Susie's clit, and get her to slowly lick the sheath. I bring my cock out, and run it up Susie's crease until it slips inside Patty's mouth and she licks the head just inside her mouth. I pull my cock out and slowly slide it down and back into Susie's love cave. Susie has exuded some liquids and I feel a super lubricated pussy sucking on my cock. Very dangerous. I pull my cock slowly out, and it is covered in juices and a little white cream. I move from under Susie, and tell Patty, "Lick my shaft clean of those liquids." I am so close to cuming I am not sure what will happen when I get into Patty. I pull away from Patty's pink lips and tongue, to pay attention to Susie. Susie rolls to her back, and starts to rub herself to relieve the pressure that having a live cock in your birth canal can bring. She rises slowly and gasps as she cums while Patty and I kiss her and rub her body with soft hands. Patty looks at me, "You have that kind of power in that thingy?" "No sweetheart, the power is in our minds, and only brought forth by the feelings inside us. I put my cock inside her, rubbing her softly and fully, and she felt your fingers and lips sliding up and down her clit, and the combo put her over. My cock is like an early warning siren that something wonderful is going the happen. My sperm is icing on the cake to bring a lasting remembrance to the moment of exquisite orgasm." Both girls start to laugh, and giggle. Patty says, "A lasting remembrance alright, a lifetime remembrance sucking milk from your tities if you're not careful." I pulled Patty to me and softly said, "Are you ready for some loving beautiful girl?" "Yes," she said. "First though are you going to wear a condom, or pull out in time, or have you been fixed?" Both girls are giggling. "Good question, the best yet. I haven't been neutered, I do have condoms, and I do not intend to pull out. So what is your pleasure my dear?" I am stoic and serious. The two girls whisper and giggle, and Patty says, "I have been on the pill since I was 13, because my Dad and Mom felt such a pretty girl should be protected. So I don't want a condom inside me, unless you need one for medical reasons. I definitely don't want you to pull out. I want you to fill me two and three times with your liquid love." I look at Susie and say, "She is graduating this spring from high school with honors if I have anything to say about it." I kiss Patty on her wet lips, and we wrap legs around each other, as I put my cock to her pussy and let her slide onto it. She is so juicy, and warm and open, my cock slides right inside, and unlike most times with a woman, I let her wriggle and take me all the way to my pubic bone. I don't move and let her squeeze it to get used to the feeling. She shudders with a mild climax as she slides off a little a then takes me back inside deeper if that was even possible. I kiss her and move side to side with my hips, and then slowly withdraw until only the head is still inside. She frowns, and I say, "This is the best part sweet girl, the movement in and out." I slide back inside again very slowly, and she grins and kisses my neck. I roll her to the top of me, and she begins to lift her hips, and then quickly lets them down again. We repeat this several times, and she adjusts her body so she can take even more of me. I rub her breasts and twist her nipples, and begin to take control. I roll her so we are back to our sides and we begin to increase the undulations to a point where we are both breathing heavily, and in a state of lust where we want more and more of the sensations we are having. She is tightening her grip on me, and her tummy is contracting and relaxing quickly as a climax is close for her. I take a breath and bring her up to the mountain top, and let her climax with my hard cock still inside pulsing, but not cuming yet. She is in that never never land where adrenaline and euphoria take over as she is truly happy for the first time in her life having an orgasm with a live throbbing cock deep inside her pussy. I don't cum by thinking of sports games or something and I rest as she slowly comes back. I begin to move inside her again. She can't believe what just happened, and kisses me, saying huskily, "Did you cum?" "No. I wanted you to cum first, so we can do it again and better the second time." "Oh that was good that time, and I want another one just like that." She is smiling. I look at this girl having her first truly love tryst with a man not a boy, and she is so grown up about it. I kiss her shoulder and we begin to move again. Susie comes over and runs her hand up Patty's side, and she dips to kiss the girl on the lips. "You look so beautiful with him inside you, I'm going to cum with the two of you." She moves to her back and begins to bring herself up the orgasmic bluff with her fingers deep in her own pussy. Patty and I look into each other's eyes and I feel the tingle in my body she had described. I move slowly inside her and pull back to go deep the next time. We undulate in sync and our eyes are talking to each other saying how wonderful the experience is. I am close to spouting, and she is wriggling and breathing heavily with her hard nipples scraping my chest. She builds to the tightness that comes when we are wrapped around and inside another's body and approach orgasm. I feel her pussy grab me and she is over the top. I follow, spurting gobs of hot cum inside her deeply; two, three, and four shots wash her cervix as my cock slides in and out. Each shot is deep inside her, and makes for a juicy sexy soup for my cock to rest in as I fall into the haze of climax heaven and the world doesn't matter for several minutes. I keep her close and my cock inside, and we hold each other as close as two bodies can be. I see her open her eyes again and she smiles, rolls her head, and says, "Oh man! What a ride." I smile, kiss her cheek, and say, "Girl you are a great lover. You are a great kisser. You have a great pussy that sucked me dry. Thank you." Susie is now cuming herself and Patty and I move to her and kiss her body in all places that would make her orgasm better. I took nipples of course, Patty kissed Susie's wet pussy and the juicy fingers that brought off the climax. We all hugged into a mass of post coital bliss. We rested and then went right back at it. Patty cleaned my cock, and raised it to hard status after about ten minutes. She sucked and licked, and rubbed my body, until in fifteen minutes she drank another much smaller sample of my sperm, swallowing it all and not sharing. Susie attacked Patty's pussy, while Patty sucked my cock. Susie got Patty to have two small and then one large climax with just her tongue and fingers. It was late, we all had to go to the bathroom for repairs, and we did so with no shyness, tinkling while others had a drink of water, or brushed teeth, or just watched. We are three amigos tonight, anything goes. Patty wanted to sleep nude with a girl and a boy, so we did just that. We wrapped ourselves in the others, and went to sleep despite the temptations to repeat the earlier activities. Patty woke me sometime in the night, and we had another soft but wickedly sensual lovemaking event. I could describe it in slang, but it was too beautiful for that. No words, no sounds, just slow joining at the hip, undulating until we both came at pretty much the same moment, and still joined with me inside, we fell asleep again. In the morning the sunshine streamed into the bed and really woke us all with the heat. I put my finger to my lips and said, "No talking until after the coffee is ready." Naked we went to the kitchen. I made coffee and the girls got bowls, cereal and juice ready for consumption. We took the food to the living room, and leaning up against the couch, sat on the floor and we ate and drank, replenishing energy, and fluids used up last night. Susie said, "You haven't been here since the place was cleaned last, so why do you want it done again?" Patty, giggled and said, "Yea, why?" "Because I wanted to see my beautiful cleaning lady again, and this time it would be while I was here and could watch like a lecher as she worked." "Well Patty and I are on strike. It is Sunday and we want to spend the morning at least, licking and kissing and sucking every part of every human body in sight." Susie is kneading Patty's right breast. Patty moves over to Susie and kisses her cheek and says, "Darling I want you to come back to that bed, and kiss my pussy and lick it until I come again. Then I want you to suck some of his sperm out of me, and let me taste it combined with my juices to see if it is a good as I think it is." Susie says to me, "Clean up these dishes and take a shower. By that time we will be in climax heaven and you can join us or read. We are going to lick and kiss the day away, with you or without you." I grunt and get up. Patty bends over and kisses Susie's pussy lips, spreading them slightly while wiping her tongue up and down the crease. Then Patty opens the outer lips further, and takes Susie's clit sheath into her mouth and licks and sucks at the same time. I have enough of this, and lay next to Susie, slowly lifting her hips with Patty staying in her licking mode. I slide under Susie, and reaching around put my cock slowly into Susie's very wet love cave. I slide deep into her, and feel Patty come down and lick my shaft and kiss it as well. I begin to move in and out, and Patty keeps up the sucking and licking of Susie's Clit. We kept the motions going and you could hear the slurping of Patty's sucking, and the gurgling of Susie's vagina as we drove Susie into an earth-shattering orgasm. I pulled my cock out of Susie, Patty kissed and licked just under my glans, and quickly I put it back inside Susie where I came almost immediately deep inside. I shot pre-cum, sperm, and perhaps fluids I didn't even know I had into her gobbling pussy mouth. I am spent, empty, dry, and completely out of touch with the world. It was a very sensory moment, and I loved it. Susie moves now and reaches for Patty's Mons and slides her hand over and onto Patty's pussy. Susie looks at me and motions for me swing around and lick that young vagina and I do as told. Susie keeps sliding her fingers up and down Patty's clit, and I am sucking and licking the opening to this young girl's inner sanctum. Patty rotates her hips, and I almost lose my sucking position, and then she has a huge orgasm filled with moans and groans. Her vagina convulsed around my tongue gushing delicious fluids into my waiting mouth. I recognized my favorite sauce, fresh pussy creams mixed just right with warm sperm. Oh what a breakfast treat! It is ambrosia to my taste buds. So much better than cock juice. So warm creamy and sexy with aromas that are not duplicated anywhere in the world. Her pussy is so young it has only neophyte things to tell a lover and her offerings are just extraordinarily delicious. We all fall into a group hug, and I am sucking Patty's young nipples and kissing the flesh beneath them profusely. I am thinking how great this will be to have her living across the street. Of course she will meet a handsome prince one day, and I will be only a memory. She is tasty, beautiful, shapely, and warm. I won't forget all that. "You have now seen and tasted just about all types of screwing known to man or woman, short of the dizzy stuff the crazies do. Is it what you expected, or far better." Patty kisses Susie, and says, "I'm not finished learning. I want her alone with me for the morning. I never dreamed I would love making love to a woman, or her me, so much. I'll get back to you though. You have something she doesn't, and I need many miles on that shaft to become comfortable" "Good," I say. "Have your way with her. When you're done, let me know." I pretend to be pouting. Patty looked and me, smiled, and said, "I am just enjoying this visitor, so when I get back to the resident, I can learn more about procreation from your cock. I have decided I love cocks." I look at Susie and say, "Talk to her about bi-sexuality. There is a lot to learn." Susie points to me and nods her head. We are laughing, and group kiss, as I slide off the bed and hobble to the shower. The water is hot, and my body tingles with the refreshing feeling of that water. I decide, I can put up with this. I find it quite satisfying. Two women. Two pussies. Two beautiful sets of breasts, Four nipples. Two tongues. Four bottom cheeks. Two mouths to kiss and be kissed by. Two switch hitters on my team. What's not to like? Welcome home indeed! The End. If you loved the four part story, let me know. If you hated it, tell me why. If you got the beer slogan in the text, tell me the name of the beer. It will reveal your age, as the brand is long gone I think. (C) 2012 Copyright and Written by: am101 : email: [email protected].

Brooke Blackmailed 2 - A Signature Event by Delta Venus Copyright 2010 Brooke tossed and turned all that night. She never woke all the way up, but she never really settled into a solid sleep state either. She was tired when the alarm went off, but struggled out of bed instead of hitting the snooze button, knowing an extra few minutes just weren't going to do anything for her. She dropped the oversize t-shirt she wore as a nightie, and ducked into the shower. The hot pulsing water helped get the blood flowing, and she felt almost human when she got out to towel off, and started to work on her hair. It was then that Brooke had a sudden realization! She had replaced one of the models for the art class, that was why they had let her do the job, they had been expecting her. That girl, the one whose place she took, must know the blackmailer! All she had to do was find her and drag it out of her. Maybe she could talk to whoever was doing this, and come up with some other arrangements. Maybe she could find those fake-ass filthy photographs herself and destroy them. Maybe trying to find out anything would get her into more trouble if she was discovered. Fuck it, she had to try! She went to the art department later that day, right after statistics class. She still wondered if one of her fellow students in statistics was the blackmailer. Maybe she would find out! The cute girl was still playing receptionist, and smiled at her when she approached the desk. "Want to apply to model again? It is easy money, a lot of girls come back when they need a few bucks. You sure seemed nervous last time, though, I didn't expect to see you in here again." "No, I just wanted to thank the girl whose place I took, but I seem to have lost her phone number..." "Well, normally I'm not supposed to give out personal information, but since you did her a favor, I don't see the harm in it. You're not a stalker, are you?" She laughed, wrinkling her button nose when she did. It made her look even cuter. "No. Not a stalker," Brooke chuckled along with her, humoring the girl, even though she didn't think it was at all funny. Nor did she think the girl should be giving out anyone's personal information, but she wasn't going to bitch about that now since she was the one asking for it. The girl looked in her files, and scribbled the information on a scrap of paper. Mary Beech 555-4062 She handed it to Brooke. Brooke felt lighter than air. She knew who the girl was now, and she was that much closer to finding out who the blackmailer was, and maybe ending this nightmare. She would call her tomorrow, and find out what the girl knew if she had to beat it out of her. For now she would play it cool, hang out with some friends at the coffee shop, just like any other Wednesday, and then do her homework. If someone was watching her, it was bad enough she had gone back to the art department, she wanted to leave no other clues that she might be trying to find out who the blackmailer was. She was distracted the rest of the day, but her shallow minded coffee buddies never noticed, they just chatted on and on about the same meaningless stuff they always did. Clothes. Boys. Teachers they hated. /Did I ever find this entertaining?/ Brooke thought, in between thoughts about who the blackmailer might be, and what the art class girl, Mary, might be able to tell her. /What a bunch of mindless, boring, useless garbage./ After school, she arrived home, changed into some lounge around the house sweats, and did homework until it was time for bed. For the first night in many, she fell asleep fairly easily, untroubled by the events that had swept her up like a raging current against which stuggling did no good. She would find out who was doing all this to her, and make it stop. With that comforting thought, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Brooke awoke fairly refreshed, but a little apprehensive. What if Mary wouldn't talk? /Fuck that! She'll talk, or I'll rip her tongue out!/ What if she couldn't get hold of Mary until after Saturday? That thought troubled her more. She was nervous dialing the number, and almost hung up when she got an answering machine. "Hello. You've reached Mary's place. I'm out in the world, so you'll have to leave a message. You know what to do.... BEEP." "Ah, uh, Mary? This is Brooke. The girl who replaced you as a model for the art class? Uh, ah, I need to talk to you... its sort of important. Please call me back." She left her number, and hung up. Now she had to wait. /This sucks! What will I do if she doesn't call me back? I'll find out where she lives, somehow. I need to know who is doing this to me! But how? Fuck. I'll give her a chance to call, but if she doesn't call soon, I'm going to go out of my mind!/ Time slowed. Brooke fretted all that day, waiting for her phone to ring. Every minute was torture, as she thought about having to do some other task soon, and God only knew what that task might be. Finally, around dinner time, her phone rang! She hoped it was Mary, and sure enough the screen listed Mary's number. "Hello!" she answered in breathless excitement. Her heart sank when she heard what Mary could tell her, which wasn't much. "I know why you called. The note said you would. I'm supposed to tell you that calling me shows you aren't doing what you should be doing, and if you keep it up it won't be good. I'm also supposed to tell you how you took my place. I got a note telling me to call in sick, tell them I had a replacement lined up, and give your name. The note came with two left halves of hundred dollar bills, and said I'd get the other halves if I did this. I'm sorry, but I really needed the money. The note also said you would call, like you did, and that I was to tell you all this, and nothing else. I did get the other halves, so you really did me a big favor. Again, I'm sorry, but I have to go now." Click. /FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!/ Brooke slammed her phone on the table, and threw her books across the room in utter frustration. /The blackmailer knew!/ Not only was it all planned out so well, but her moves had been anticipated, and arranged for, like a chess game you've lost but haven't finished, with no options but to go through the motions or topple your king and surrender. "FUCK!" she screamed out loud, instead of just in her head. It didn't make her feel any better, but she had to let off some steam or explode. Finally she calmed down. /Maybe I won't get another task, it has been a few days.../ No such luck. After another night of tossing and turning, filled with horrible dreams she couldn't quite remember that left her sweating and anxious all the same, Brooke woke to find an envelope shoved under the front door. A Valentine's Heart card /That sick fucker!/, with a neatly folded note inside: Lovely Brooke, Your next task is at hand! Nothing difficult. You are to collect a few autographs is all, Saturday, in the park. Of course, to make things interesting you won't be using an autograph book, or a notepad, or any paper at all. You will be what the guys will sign! One signature on each of your breasts, one signature on each of your inner thighs, and one signature on the panties you will wear that day. You must take the panties off in front of the person that signs them, keeping your skirt up until they are done, then you can put them back on. When you have all five signatures, go to the photo booth at the North end of the park, and pose for a self portrait. All the signatures must be visible in the picture, and you have to be holding up the panties, not wearing them. Someone will use my name to collect the photo afterwards. You have until 2PM, or you know what! Here's a list of vendors who are expecting you, or you can collect autographs from anyone else in the park if you wish... but all five have to be different people, no repeats. Kisses! Omega [Omega Symbol] There was a list of ten names, three women and seven guys, along with their locations in the park, like the Banana On A Stick place in front of the Aviation Museum. The park wasn't just a little patch of dirt with a swingset or two, it was acres of gardens and musuems and other cultural sites, a major showplace and destination for locals and tourists alike. Being so popular, it was usually very crowded, which meant that Brooke would be collecting her autographs very much in public. No small classroom with twenty or thirty bored students mostly used to naked women, even the less crowded spots were likely to have hundreds of people milling around. The feminine names were a tease, she was sure. A trade off - expose herself only to another woman, but the locations given for these women were of course the most crowded spots in the park, one was right next to the signature fountain that everyone and their uncle wanted to have their picture taken in front of, there wasn't a place in the park with more people night or day. /Oh, fuck ME! This is bad, very bad... how can I do this? I *have* to. I'll just go early, and get the autographs as quickly as possible. There will be a shitload of people, but if I'm quick about it, not too many will see me. It won't be as bad as letting those art class assholes stare right at me for an hour.../ Brooke tried to psych herself up, convince herself this very public outing wouldn't be so bad, but it was a hard sell. She'd been in the park, even on bad days, and it was always packed. Always. There was no way she wasn't going to be seen by loads and loads of people, even if she was quick. And who were these people who were expecting her? They'd be in on the blackmailer's plans to humiliate her, they weren't going to let her do things quickly and cover back up, they'd surely make her stay exposed and show her off as much as possible. If she had looked in the mirror right then, she'd have seen that her fair, pretty face was already blushing fiercely. /Fuck!/ She had all that day to think about it, and was very distracted in her classes, dreading her day in the park. One of her teachers really reamed her out for not being prepared when she couldn't correctly answer some questions about that days assignment, even though she had done the work and had it right there in front of her. She wound up bailing on her last class of the day, because she just couldn't deal with it. Instead, she went home, and broke out the now familiar bad-habit bottle, and got stinking drunk. Not the smartest move. It did allow her to sleep, or at least pass out, without having any horrid dreams, but she woke up late, and hung over. /Oh, great! So much for my early start... dumb! Dumb! Dumb! I deserve this headache.../ Already past ten, she hurried through a quick shower, and got dressed as quickly as her aching body would let her. She picked out a loose blouse, that would let her expose a single breast at a time if she was careful about it, and cover back up quickly. A plain pair of panties that would come off easily, and a skirt that came down just short of her knees. It could be pulled up in front while still hanging down in the back, keeping her ass covered, and her exposure to a minimum, while still obeying the rules she'd been given. She added a pair of flat sandals, and figured that would do for the day. She scurried out to the kitchen, to prepare something quick and easy to take with her, but her stomach roiled and protested at the thought of food. /Fuck it, I need to get going anyways!/ She grabbed her keys, and headed out the door, head still pounding, and in such a hurry she almost forgot the list of names. She was getting in her car when she thought about who she would get to sign first, and where she should park, when she realized she didn't have the list. /Damn! That would have been fucked up. Get it together, girl!/ She hurried back inside and snatched the list, and practically ran back to her car. Seconds later she was flying towards the park, driving much too fast. Luck was with her, and she avoided any run-ins with the law, and didn't crash into anyone else, although she had a few close calls. She never noticed. The parking lots were fairly full, but she found a spot not too far from the North end of the park, where she would have to finish her task at the self shot photo booth. /Lot of people here today... duh, it is the weekend. Don't think about it, just do it!/ She attracted more than a few looks as she strolled rapidly through the park towards her first destination. In spite of taking no time to do up her hair, and wearing almost no make up, she was still quite a looker in her loose, casual outfit. Her long legs were shown off to great effect by the above the knee skirt, her muscles working smoothly as she kept up a quick pace, her ass carrying a sexy wiggle back and forth from her momentum. Her tits bounced freely as she moved, obviously unrestrained, showing off nice glimpses of dark cleavage and promising swells as they shifted under the relaxed fit of her blouse. Even the hair was working for her, the tousled just out of the shower look coming off as a little wild but carefully styled, an effect many pay big money at top salons to achieve. Brooke was aware of the looks. Normally she cultivated them, liking very much to be noticed. Today, though, she really wished she were invisible. Old habits die hard, though, and she unconsciously added a little more swing to her hips, and she flushed a little with pride, and just a touch of excitement at being attractive enough to cause roaming eyes to focus her way. Being found sexy by others made her feel sexy, even when she was dressed like shit, nervous to near panic, and hung over as hell. The conscious part of her very much wished they'd stop noticing her, though. She knew she had things to do she didn't want to be seen doing, and having all the male heads swivel as she went by was not helping her nerves at all. The hot dog stand she picked for her first signature gathering wasn't the most secluded spot on the list. Her thinking was that early in the day, before the crowds swelled, it would be better to get a more populated area out of the way, saving the places likely to have fewer people for later in the day. It was situated at the lesser used side entrance to children's zoo, an inconvenient way in, only used by people forced to park in the overflow parking lot when the main lot was full. There were a few cars in the lot, but it looked like she had made a good choice, as it was only a few, and there didn't seem to be many more piling in. She slowed her pace as she approached the stand, getting more nervous the closer she got. The pimply teenager manning the stand had a big grin on his face. With stringy red hair, and a complexion combining the worst of acne and freckles resembling a bad case of chicken pox, he looked like Howdy Doody in the throes of puberty. Brooke hoped for his sake that he had guessed who she was, and that the stupid grin wasn't his usual expression, because it really made him look like the 50's wooden puppet, except stupider. Brooke took a deep breath. /Get it over with girl. No one is here!/ "Hi. I hope you are expecting me. I'm supposed to get an autograph..." "Sure! I was hoping you'd show up here. I have a pen right here, as a matter of fact!" Brooke didn't think it possible, but his grin got even wider. She quickly pulled her blouse aside, baring her right tit, and leaned in towards the hot dog dork so he could sign. To her surprise, he only ogled her for a moment before signing her tit in magic marker with a flourish. The whole thing had taken less than a minute, and she hadn't been exposed for half that time, and then only to the teenage vendor - there wasn't anyone else around. It had been easy! The relief of getting it done was a rush, and she felt a little dirty for showing off to this young guy, she normally didn't tease teenagers, and the combination left her feeling tingly. "Damn! You have nice tits, Brooke. I'm glad you picked me. I wish I could stare at you all day. Thanks for the show!" The praise was a little embarassing, but also flattering, and added to that tingly feeling. Wanting to run off, and get the rest of this day over with, she still felt a little obliged to the guy for being so cool about it. He could have been a real ass, and he hadn't. "I'm glad it was you. I'm sure you'll land a sexy girlfriend to look at all the time, you are such a nice guy. I appreciate you not making this awkward for me, you're a sweetie." With that said, Brooke trotted off before the situation got too weird. She felt kindly towards the guy for not being a jerk, but didn't want to encourage him too much, or give him a chance to change into an asshole. Even nice guys can make that switch given the right stimulus. No reason to push her luck, and the clock was ticking anyways. The next destination she had decided on was the balloon stand, almost all the way on the other side of the park. Again she attracted many roving eyes as she hurried across the lush acreage, her fine figure and easy athletic motion just drew eyeballs the way a flame draws moths. It was enough attention that the tingly feeling she had leaving the hot dog stand did not go away. It didn't grow, but it stayed constant, a warmness and excitement that was familiar, normally quite enjoyable, but today a little disturbing. /I don't need these distractions! Get a grip, Brooke, and get this shit over and done with.../ The balloon stand was the complete opposite of the hot dog stand. Normally a fairly empty part of the park, there were a few people wandering around when Brooke arrived, and while they mostly left with hanging around long, new faces replaced them at a fairly constant rate. This autograph session wasn't going to be witness free. The guy running the stand was probably around 25, and quite good looking, in a GQ sort of way. Wavy black hair with greasy pomade, a lantern jaw with just a touch of shadow, and a very athletic build. He was slick, with a sly smile. He also turned out to be an asshole, or at least Brooke thought so. "Ah, Brooke. So glad to see you. Of course I haven't seen as much of you as I might, now, have I?" he chuckled at his own humor. Brooke was nervous. She didn't like having anyone around, but there didn't seem to be anything to do about that. She'd waited a few moments, scoping out the scene, before approaching, and had seen that the crowd was fairly steady. Waiting longer might only make the numbers go up. She also didn't like the way this guy was acting, he seemed a little too smooth, the type of guy she would brush off at a party, sure he was just acting the Playa. "So you are expecting me? Good. Let's get this done with, OK?" "Fine, fine, girl. No problem. Always eager to please," he said, his smile looking as greasy as his slicked back hair as he waved a Magic Marker. Brooke pulled her blouse aside, baring her left tit. As she did, one of the passing strollers noticed, looked shocked then pleased, and stopped to watch. /Fucking great! Now I've got an audience. I hope no one else notices... hurry up, asshole!/ But hurrying up was not on the asshole's agenda. He just sat there waving the Magic Marker, and admiring her bare breast. "Come on, come on," pleaded Brooke. "People are noticing, and I need to move on!" "Relax, babe. Just admiring the view. No big deal if a few people get a view, you're a lovely sight." He paused, drawing things out some more, before continuing. "Besides, you didn't ask me nicely, and I think I'd rather sign your thigh than your tits. Better put that away and raise your skirt, before I change my mind, and don't sign at all." /Fucker!/ Brooke covered herself back up, and seriously considered just leaving and getting a signature from somewhere else, but time was slipping by at an amazing rate, racing towards her deadline. When she noticed the guy who had stopped was now moving on, figuring the show was over, she decided to go ahead and get the thigh signature from the balloon selling jackass, and at least get something for her troubles. "OK, OK, please, just sign, OK? Will you sign my thigh?" The GQ jerk acted like he was thinking about it for a moment before saying yes. Brooke pulled up her skirt, and raised her right leg some, so he had a clear shot at her thigh. She was relieved when he actually signed with the Magic Marker, although she could have done without him rubbing the back of his hand across her mound when he got to the end. She quickly dropped her skirt, and ran. She noticed several people had been watching, and heard a wolf whistle as she fled. What would they think had been going on? She felt so embarrassed! She was flushed, blushing, and hated to admit that the brief touching of her pussy the jerk had done felt good, but it had, and both the rush of blood from blushing and the touch had heightened the tingling that had started at the hot dog stand. She was turned on, although not exactly happy about it. She felt a little like her body was betraying her. She finally stopped running, and sat on a bench to catch her breath. No one seemed to have followed her at least. She had no idea what she would do if someone did. After she calmed down a little bit, and her pounding heart had slowed some, she looked at her watch. /Fuck! It's one O'clock. I've only got about an hour left!/ Brooke quickly decided to hit another balloon stand, this one near to the Modern Art Museum, because that area was usually a little less attended than other more popular spots in the park. She dog trotted off that direction, afraid to just walk because time was running out to get this task done, plus she really wanted it to be done and over with. Failing to meet the deadline would have such bad consequences, but she was also really nearing the edge of freaking out. The public exposure, combined with the time pressure, was giving her the worst case of nerves she had ever had, and the teasing by that last prick really hadn't helped matters. Her gut felt like it was about to explode when she saw who was manning the balloon stand. She hadn't known the name from the list, but she sure recognized him. It was one of the guys who had been in the art class! /Fuck!/ A quick look at her watch, and Brooke knew she had no time to go pick someone else, she needed another signature right away! Almost trembling, she quickly approached the balloon vendor and wanna be art student. "Uh, hey, uh..." "Ah, Brooke! I was told you might be in the park today. What luck! I assume you need my autograph, right?" he chuckled. "Yes, yes that is right. Would you please sign my breast? I hate to cut things short, but I'm sort of on a deadline, so could you make it quick? Please!?" "Anything for a lovely lady. Where should I sign?" Brooke steeled herself to not look around. She knew there were people watching, but she was trying very hard to pretend they weren't there. She opened her blouse, and popped out her breast to be signed. She heard a gasp and a couple of chuckles, which made it really hard to pretend she was unobserved, but she kept her head locked straight ahead, and tried her best. This prick had seemed like he might just sign and be done with it, but it wasn't to be. He started making a little doodle first, and with every stroke of the pen his hand kept brushing against her nipple ring, giving it little tugs and flicks. After he had drawn a small cat at the inside of her cleavage, and labeled it "sweet pussy", he signed his name with a flourish. Then he gave a quick, sharp breath right at her nipple, already throbbing and erect from his earlier tweeking. The breath shot a shock right up Brooke's spine, an instant flashback to her bare pussy getting the same treatment in front of the art class. Her body pulsed, her nipples grew even taughter, and her pussy actually began to drip. "There! A real work of art! And the drawing ain't bad, either!" he sniggered at his crude joke, but by the time he had started laughing, Brooke had her breast tucked away, and was making rapid time away from the stand. She flushed so fully with embarrassment she got light headed, for as she turned away, she saw that at least twenty people had been doing nothing but watching her get a drawing on her bare tit, some a little shocked, but most of them giggling and laughing about it. /God! They must think I'm such a slut.../ Brooke moaned almost out loud, even giving out a little squeak as she once again ran away. /I've got to get through this, and fast, or I'll never finish. Where to next? It's all going to be crowded now. I'm so *FUCKED!*/ As she hurried off, she saw a frozen banana stand that was tucked out of the way of the main thoroughfares. /Bingo! That one is on the list, and there is hardly anyone around!/ She threaded through a hedge and a set of benches to the stand quickly. "Hi! You've been expecting me, right? I need your autograph!" Her skirt was up, and her thigh stood exposed, ready for a signature, before she had even caught her breath, or the semi-stunned guy behind the stand could even answer. He was quick on the uptake, though, and whipped out a marker. "Now, come over here where I can do a good job." He proceeded to move her this way, then that way, obviously delaying and prolonging her exposure. What had seemed like a good location quickly proved otherwise, as she hadn't gone far away fast enough to keep many of the people who had seen her get her tit signed by the balloon man from catching up to enjoy another show and tell session. Mostly guys, but a few girls too. Her audience had grown! Now there had to be fifty people looking at her raised skirt and exposed thigh, and with considerable embarassment Brooke realized that there was an obvious damp spot on her panties! Nothing to do but grin and bear it, she patiently waited for the bannana vendor to sign her thigh, with her heart pounding so hard and fast it felt like it was about to explode out of her mouth. When he finally did sign, Brooke immediately exploded into a sprint, and ran away from the crowd as fast as she could. She was so full of adrenaline it had been hard to hold still long enough for the signature. A couple guys tried to jog along with her, sure that something else was bound to happen with this hot girl, but they gave up as she really left them in the dust. A final comment she heard just before she ducked around a bathroom was "Must be some kind of Sorority prank or something. She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though!" /One last signature!/ Of course it was the worst one, her panties. She wouldn't just be exposing a tit, or showing off her legs this time. Everyone around was going to see her bare snatch as she had to remove the panties to be signed, and hold up her skirt, staying completely exposed to one and all, until they were signed and she put them back on. She had been saving one of the girls on the list for this one, thinking that another girl would feel bad for her, and not make a huge scene or embarass her further. Unfortunately she didn't know that the girl she had picked was a lesbian, and quite fond of humiliating other girls for fun and excitement. Brooke made her way to the West end of the park, where the girl on the list sold sunglasses. This was also not too far from the photo booth at the north end she had to finish this event in. /Damn! I know what to do in the booth!/ Her sudden insight of what she was going to do about the final picture eased her mind a bit, but her heart was still pounding in her chest, and she felt flushed, almost woozy. Turned on, nervous, flushed from exertion, and embarrassed all at the same time had her entire nervous system sizzling. She approached the sunglass hut darn near a complete wreck, and if she had known what the cute redhead working there was about to do, she would have said "Fuck It!" and run away. The redhead was cute, too, the kind of girl Brooke would normally have quite a bit of fun flirting with. "I need your autograph!" "What exactly am I supposed to sign?" "My panties." "Ohh. I don't know... we could get in a lot of trouble!" "Come on, you've been waiting for me. Please help me, I don't have much time left!" "OK. Take 'em off. You do know the rules, right?" Brooke nodded, bit her lip, raised her skirt and tucked it so it would stay up, then peeled her panties down and gave them to the girl. She was naked from the waist down, and a sharp, loud wolf whistle made her jump and almost faint. She had at least as much of a crowd as she had at the banana stand, and the comments were flying. "Look at her!" "What is she doing?" "What a slut!" "Look, she is shaved clean!" and many more lewd, insulting, and humiliating things were being said, some right to her - "Turn around so we can get the whole view!" The redhead made a show of waving the panties around for all to see. "I need to dry these out before I can sign them, they are too wet to take any ink. What exactly have you been doing today?" she winked. "Must have been some fun! Oh, I don't have a pen, wait right here..." and before Brooke could say or do anything, she had disappeared with the panties through a door right behind the sunglass hut, and was gone! /Oh, *SHIT!* What can I do? I can't put my skirt down, I can't just run away, but I can't just stand her half naked and wait! *FUCK!*/ Brooke was a trembling wreck, standing with her skirt up, her wet pussy totally exposed for a large crowd of strangers to stare at, not knowing what to do with herself. Someone started to clap, and it caught on, and Brooke was now being assaulted by loud applause and whistles. "When is the next show, babe?" "Take the rest off!" Brooke was about to run lest she faint when the girl finally took mercy on her, and emerged from the back room with the panties signed. It looked like the whole thing was over, until it became obvious that the girl wasn't going to just hand them over, she wanted to put them on Brooke herself. Brooke couldn't do anything but step into them, and let the girl pull them up until they were snug tightly against her mound, shifting them around and rubbing her pussy in front of the applauding crowd. She pulled her hand back, showing off the obvious moisture there, and then made a show of smelling and then tasting her fingers. "God damn, that's some tasty pussy!" The crowd roared! As soon as the girls hands were off her, Brooke had her skirt down, and this sprint made her earlier runs look quite amateur. The photo booth was all she could think about now, even as she ran she could feel her juices soaking her panties, her heaving chest made her throbbing nipples ache, and the nipple rings were no help as they caught on her blouse, tugging and teasing them even more. But there was the photo booth! Brooke dived inside, and it seemed she had gotten away from her admirers. /5 minutes to spare! I did it!/ Now Brooke put her hastily conceived plan into effect. She really had been dreading having to take this picture, with her breasts and pussy exposed, but the worst of it was her face. She didn't need any more blackmail material out there, although it was obvious that her tormentor could create much worse. But why provide fuel for the fire? Brooke undid her blouse, exposing the two signatures and the little drawing on her chest, took her panties off, and making sure the signature side was showing, prepared to take the picture she was required to take. Legs spread wide, showing off both of the signatures on her thighs, and her now very sloppy slit, she held the panties up as the camera flashed, catching everything in its winking lens - except her face! She kept that little secret hidden behind the panties. She might have to show off everything else, but there wasn't going to be any way they could tell for sure who was doing the showing! She felt almost victorious over her blackmailer. She had followed the rules, but kept a little something of herself back. She had a tinge of fear that the blackmailer might get pissed, and do something in retaliation, but she had followed the rules... /Fuck it! I had to do something.../ Brooke quickly put her panties back on, and covered up. The printed picture, with its typical four frames, was ready in the pickup slot, and it was perfect. All four shots clearly showed all the signatures, and all of Brooke for that matter, except her face. The panties covered it almost perfectly. Her pussy was prominently on display, pouty and puffy; her nipples, adorned by the rings, were obviously swollen and tender; but you could not see her face behind the wet panties with their slightly smeared signature. Brooke had hardly emerged from the booth when the girl from the sunglass hut strolled up. "Omega sent me. He thought you might pick me, so he did too. I need the picture, it is time." Brooke reluctantly handed over the picture. "Nice! I see you covered your face without technically breaking the rules. Clever. I'm sure Omega will let you get away with that, but he'll probably also make you regret doing it. I'm impressed, though. Keep up the good work, you get through this soon." The girl gave Brooke a quick peck on the cheek, turned away, and was gone in the crowd. Brooke turned as well, and practically limped out to the parking lot. She felt like she had run a marathon, and the let down was intense. She napped in the car for half an hour before she felt like she had enough strength to drive home. She moped around the house the rest of the day, and tried to go to bed early. Sleep wouldn't come, though, as a few thoughts ran through her head again and again. /What are they going to do with that picture? And what will I have to do next...?/ And /Why did that girl seem to know so much? She has to know Omega, or be in on the whole thing. Maybe *SHE* is Omega! Fuck, it doesn't matter, does it? I almost wound up fucked when I tried to find out anything from that art model. It isn't worth it. Like she said, it is almost over... But is it?/ DV http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com

Ex-citement, Part 3 - a Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009, 2010 Kris woke up feeling pretty good. She had slept well, and if she had any dreams they stayed neatly tucked away in dreamland, not bothering her conscious mind a bit. She was a little surprised at how she felt. She had expected to be nervous and apprehensive. Having to deal with dangerous men and engage in felonious conduct wasn't an every day occurrence, after all. But she did feel good, perhaps even a little charged up. /The excitement must be winning out over the fear/ she thought briefly. She showered quickly, only taking time to shave her legs and underarms properly. She applied a liberal coating of soothing oil to her now smooth skin once she was done with her shower, enjoying the silky feel of it. Her good feelings continued, and she dressed a little flirty that morning. She picked out some reasonably sexy underthings, sheer black panties and a frilly push-up bra that was mostly black lace. Not her sexiest things, but definitely a level or two up from Plain Jane. Next came a loose fitting aqua blouse, that showed off the cleavage the bra pushed up to good effect, and a matching skirt that wasn't quite a mini, but rode high on her thighs. A pair of moderate high heels, not her "fuck me" pumps, but way past athletic shoes or casual flats, finished off the ensemble. She looked good, and enjoyed the way she looked in the mirror for a bit before leaving to meet Brad. When Brad opened the motel room door, he managed to hide his surprise at her outfit. /Damn! She looks a lot sexier than she did yesterday, and she looked quite fuckable then. I knew she'd be ready for this, but I had no idea she'd be *this* ready!/ he thought. "Come in, come in Kris. You look good, baby. I assume you've calmed down, and you can deal with the program today without freaking out?" "Yes, Brad. I'm much calmer. I thought about what you said, and I realized it was just all that unbridled testosterone that was giving me the willies. I'm sure these guys you are dealing with just want to get business done, so no worries." /What a crock of shit! I'm still a bit worried, but I'm more excited and charged up by it today, than overwhelmed by nerves. I want things to be dangerous.../ thought Kris. /Why? Doesn't matter. Fuck it!/ The feelings boiling in the back of her brain were pushing forward more and more insistently, and getting harder to ignore. She engaged Brad in some idle chit-chat to distract herself, asking about some old friends, if he had looked them up, what they were doing now, any stupid thing she could think of that meant nothing and would occupy her mind for the moment. Brad went along with it, thinking it was just plain nervous conversation, and letting her prattle on would help her to remain calm and get started towards the final setup he had planned two days ago. "Enough chit-chat Kris, you need to get going." "OK." Kris took a deep breath, and exited the motel room. Brad stood in the doorway for a bit, to see her off. He still wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't back out, and he was relieved when the Subaru turned right out of the driveway, heading for the rendezvous, and not left, towards her house. He went back in the room, closing the door, and sat on the bed while he dialed his phone. "Hello, Brad." "Paul. Is Cameron there with you?" "Yes, yes he's here. You want to talk to him?" "No, no. I just wanted to make sure you guys were ready. She just left." "Yep, were ready and anxiously waiting. That is one hot number, Brad. I sure wouldn't be sharing her if I were you, but I'm glad I'm not you!" he laughed. "OK, bud. Be seeing you soon. Don't fuck it up!" Click. *********** Kris was back in the nasty part of town, pulling up at the crappy bungalows she had visited yesterday. The piss yellow Nova wasn't there today, it had been replaced at the curb by an ancient hulk of a pickup truck, peeling red paint where it wasn't already rusted through. She didn't quite understand why she was here, and the feeling nagged at her. /Couldn't we have gotten all this done in one trip?/ she wondered. Chema opened the door when she knocked, and today he was all business. The big Mexican looked her over, and seemed to like what he saw. At least he gave a little smile after checking her out. He was all business today, though. No flirting, no pressure to hang out and party. He didn't even invite her in. "Here's the stuff. Make sure it gets where it is supposed to." With that, he handed her the now familiar duffel, and closed the door, practically in her face. /I wonder what that was about? He sure seemed different yesterday... the hell with it, who cares anyways? Do what you gotta do!/ Kris was quickly on her way to the bikers apartment, and more than a little pleased to be getting out of that part of town. She parked in the underground garage, like she had before, but this time she noticed how clean it was. No graffiti, no trash, kept up nicely. And the cars. New cars, well maintained and expensive cars. /What the fuck? This isn't the type of place bikers rent out./ The nagging doubts were getting stronger, but still hadn't firmed up into anything she could make sense of. /Something isn't right about this, but what the hell is it?/ The trip up in the elevator gave her a few moments to think about it, and she added another puzzling clue to the mix. She realized now how much more upscale the whole neighborhood seemed than it had in the past. The people on the street had been well dressed, and not nervous at all about being there or walking around alone. The buildings still had the old look and feel, but there were obvious signs of renovation, not rotting urban decay. Her sense of something being out of place was getting quite strong. After walking down the clean, well lit hallway with it's freshly vacuumed carpet, she got the same gruff treatment at the door when she knocked, glared at from behind the still chained door. She wasn't buying it today, though. It didn't ring true. The bearded biker opened the door, and let her in. There were two other men with him in the apartment, a thin guy with wavy, well styled brown hair and a mustache that wouldn't have looked out of place on a gay porn star. He was sitting on the expensive couch. At least it sure looked expensive. The other guy had just come out of the back bedroom as she entered the apartment, a stocky, ugly man with coal black hair and a barrel chest. The same clutter was there from yesterday, except it was arranged a little differently, like it had been cleaned up and then put back. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place in Kris's head, but the picture still wasn't absolutely clear. She was nervous. Now it wasn't the nerves of someone doing illegal things, it was the tension of knowing she was being played, set up for something she didn't know about. She found this new fear quite stimulating, and wasn't about to run away before she discovered what the play was. /God, two days ago I'd have been *so* gone, I'd never have hung around to find out what the danger was, and I wouldn't be so *excited* at the possibilities. What the hell is wrong with me?/ Kris thought. That was stirring up those dark demons, though, so she shoved that thinking aside, and tried to focus on the here and now. What would happen? The "bikers" began to say their lines, and play their parts. She was sure it was an act now, and these were no bikers. She decided to go along with it. Obviously she had a role to play in this little farce, and she wasn't going to find out what it was without acting her part. The black haired one took charge, and went through the bag, while the thin guy just sat mutely on the couch, and the bearded one stood to one side looking at the performance a little nervously. "The bag is short, little lady! Have you been dipping your fingers in our shit?" "No. That is what Chema gave me, I haven't touched anything. I didn't even open it." "Bullshit! We'll just see about that. Paul, get her keys and go check out her car. I'll deal with her." The bearded one took her car keys and left. He hadn't even asked what she was driving. Did he already know? Or was he even going to bother going down to the parking garage. /What a poor performance! Brad must have set this up, but what was he thinking? Why all the bullshit?/ "OK, sexy. I'm going to check you out to make sure you aren't hiding anything on you. Lean against the wall there, with your hands up high, and your legs spread. You've seen the cop shows, I'm sure you know what to do." With a sigh, Kris went ahead and did as he asked. Bossy did a quick frisk, and then took the opportunity to feel Kris up rather thoroughly. This had been the plan all along, he knew there wasn't anything to find, other than her firm buttocks and full breasts. He certainly focused on those, much more than trying to discover anything else she might have tucked away under her clothes. He finally had enough for now, and quit his caressing probe of her body. Kris was more than a little turned on by the rough, crass treatment, even though she knew it was all an act. "OK, you're clean. I guess you must have hidden the stuff before you got here, because Chema would never short us! That is fine, bitch. You've got a nice body, we'll just have you use your assets, and I do mean ASS-ets, to pay us for what you took. Unless Paul finds the shit in your car? Is he going to find it?" "No. There isn't anything in my car to find, and I didn't take your shit. What shit are we talking about anyways?" The "biker" seemed a little flustered by her question, he was expecting her to be a little more meek and vulnerable, and she wasn't quite behaving as he expected her to. She was still going with the program, though, so he blustered on ahead. "Drugs and money. Both. We're short about a quarter ounce, and several hundred bucks. Maybe you gave it to your boyfriend, Brad, huh? If Paul doesn't bring it back..." It clicked. The beer bottles strewn around the place were imports, not the sort of cheap stuff bikers would be drinking. The apartment was too nice, the furnishings too expensive. It finally all added up. Brad had set her up to relive the time he had shared her with the bikers to pay off a debt! Except those had been real bikers, and that debt had been very real. This was all phony. A total sham. She even realized she recognized Chema, and wondered why she hadn't before. He was on TV all the time, shilling for a charity that helped young men get out of gangs. /Shit! I wonder what the "drugs" we snorted really were?/ She was still excited, but the fear was gone. Now she knew what was supposed to happen, and the thought of it was quite stimulating. She was going to get fucked! Three guys, when Paul came back, four counting Brad, who should show up soon to get in on the action. /Wow! A full blown gang bang. I shouldn't be turned on by that, but I am. I've been so fucking bored! I'm tired of being the dutiful housewife, and I have been for years, I was just afraid to admit it. Let's rock, boys! I'll make your wet dreams seem tame.../ Paul came back, supposedly from checking her car, but she realized that not only had he not asked what she was driving, she hadn't given him the key code to the electronic locks. There was no way he'd been in her car, even if he had figured out which one it was. She put on her game face, and began acting nervous, so the show would continue. She didn't want to spoil the fun now! "Nothing in her car, Cameron. The bitch must have given it to Brad already." "OK, sweets. You are going to play hostess for us, until we get hold of your double-dealing boyfriend. If you act real nice, and give us a bit of a show, maybe we won't take it out of your ass!" Cameron laughed. He did a good job of it, the best of the three at acting out the scene, although the thin one still wasn't talking, probably afraid he'd blow his lines. She wondered what these guys really did for a living. Paul obviously wasn't an actor. Cameron had pulled out a pistol from somewhere, and set it on the table next to the couch, obviously making sure Kris saw it. Crude intimidation. She let herself be intimidated, even though she was sure the gun was either unloaded or a fake. At Cameron's insistence, she took off her blouse and skirt, acting very reluctant and nervous while she did so, and proceeded to get them beers and snacks from the fridge while they watched sports on a large, expensive flat screen TV. The TV was another clue, and the contents of the fridge was even further proof she was right - a bottle of expensive wine, top shelf steaks, and other gourmet foods that cost a bundle. These were no bikers, that was sure. for sure. There was no danger here, she could just leave any time she wanted to. /They won't do shit to me, unless I let them. I can go... I don't *want* to go, though. I want to get dicked! God, I'm wet already just thinking about it. Hurry up, Brad, get here so we can get it on!/ When the game on TV was over, which wasn't long as it had been near the end of the last quarter when they first tuned in, the men shut it off, and turned on some loud rock music. "Dance for us, bitch! Get your sexy groove on. Let us see you move it like you know what to do with it!" Kris complied. She had always loved dancing, and hard rock, and when AC/DC came on, she really got into it. She even got up on the coffee table, and danced like a stripper would. The guys were hooting and howling, and they didn't have to fake anything about having a good time oggling her body, and the ways she could move it. The party was on! There was a knock at the door. /There's Brad, right on schedule,/ thought Kris. Cameron was still playing his role well. "That better be your boyfriend, bitch." He didn't bother with the chain at the door bit this time, Kris noticed. He just opened it up. There was Brad, doing his best to look worried. He did a very credible acting job when he came in. "Kris! What the fuck? Oh, God, they haven't done anything to you, have they?" Kris played along. "Nnnnooo... they haven't... yet..." she stammered. She was quite proud of her performance, all the guys were buying it without question. "Cameron! What the hell, man! Why have you been keeping her here? Why do you have her half naked? This is no way to do business!" Kris kept her mouth shut, and tried not to look amused as they played things out for her benefit, clueless that she had already seen the script, and knew how the last act ended. "You shorted us! We are going to get our money's worth, even if it has to come out of her pretty little ass." "I didn't short you!" "Then why was the bag light, man? Very light!" Kris tuned the rest of it out, and huddled in the corner, covering her heaving breasts with crossed arms as if she didn't want to be so exposed, doing her best to seem timid and frightened. She really wanted to rip the bra off, and expose her rock hard nipples to all four of them, and have them sucked, and pinched, and nibbled. /Soon enough! Don't blow it, let them say their lines, and think they suckered me. I'll be sucking cock soon enough!/ It didn't take too long. Cameron waved the gun around, and told Brad in no uncertain terms that either they got the missing drugs and money, or it was time for Kris to be the payment for them. Brad looked sorrowful as he came over to Kris and begged her, just like he had all those years ago, to do the "bikers" so they would forgive the debt. "Please, Kris. I'm so sorry I got you involved in this, but I think they'll take what they want anyways. Go along with it, and I'll never forget you..." he looked like he was about to cry. /He really *is* a good bullshit artist,/ thought Kris while she listened to his spiel. /What a load of crap! Now to go ahead and be convinced.../ "Oh, God, Brad. I should never forgive you for this! I know it isn't your fault, but you are the reason I got involved in this shit. I do forgive you, though. I'll do this, but only because I think I'd get raped anyways, not because you asked. Don't ever ask me for a favor again..." she sobbed a little, then perked her head up, putting on a "brave face". "OK, guys, I'm yours..." she whispered. Their delight was obvious. /She fucking fell for it! I knew it, but who could be sure until it happened.../ thought Brad. The music was turned back on, and Kris was ordered to dance again. They "made" her take off the rest of her clothes as she danced, and felt her up and teased her while they made her get more beers and snacks in between songs. Finally Cameron threw her roughly on the couch, and pulled a very hard cock out of his pants, thrusting it in her face. "Suck on it, bitch." It was on! She willingly took his throbbing member into her mouth, and started giving him a blowjob to rival the one she had given the cop the other day. /I wonder if the cop was in on this? He had to be.../ Kris gave up all pretense of being scared, and just went with her emotions. She wanted to get fucked, fucked hard and rough, by these men, and she was going to be. /And just to fuck with Brad, I'm going to swallow everyone's cum, except for his!/ Kris thought wickedly. Cameron didn't last long under her expert oral skills, and blew his load within minutes. Kris let the first few shots go straight in her mouth, then pulled him out so everyone could see him shoot on her tongue, and then let the last dribbles of semen coat her lips and chin. She licked it up with exaggerated motions, and made it obvious to the transfixed onlookers that she swallowed all of it. The taste of Cameron's cum wasn't as bad as she had thought it might be, unlike the sour acrid spunk the motorcycle cop had filled her mouth with, but it wasn't great. The thought of letting someone cum in her mouth was so dirty, though, and seeing the look on the guys faces when she licked her lips and swallowed really got her juices flowing. Especially knowing she was going to deny that pleasure to Brad, that fucker! The thin guy had his cock out, and had been jacking it while he watched her blow Cameron, so she sucked him off next. He had a needle dick, long and thin, and it pressed right to the back of her throat. Kris wrapped her hand around the base of it to keep it from going too deep and bruising her throat. She gave him the same expert treatment she had given Cameron, swirling tongue and all. He stayed silent, and she had no other clues about when he was going to cum, his cock just erupted into her mouth. He only shot two pulses, but there was a lot of cum in both, and it was thick stuff, almost gluey. He tasted different than Cameron had, but still quite sour. She stuck out her tongue to show off the puddle of thick spunk on it, before exaggeratedly swallowing it, enjoying putting on a show for such an attentive audience. She turned to Paul, and had his cock out of his pants and into her hungry mouth in no time. Paul had a nice cock, thick and meaty, not too long, she could fit the whole thing in without gagging, but it stretched her lips some with its girth. She couldn't really give him the full swirly technique, because it was hard to get her tongue to go around it while it was in her mouth. She settled for pulling it out occasionally, and licking it like an ice cream cone, and swirling the head outside, before sucking it back into her mouth. All the guys, especially Brad, were staring at her while she did this, and it made her feel like some porn slut in a nasty movie, being watched so intensely. She liked feeling that way. When it was obvious Paul was about to cum, she pulled him out and jacked him with just the head of his fat dick sitting on her outstretched tongue. He groaned, and proceeded to nearly drown her with an almost constant stream of sticky white goo, blasting to the back of her mouth and bouncing off her tonsils. She had to close her mouth and gulp to keep from gagging or letting all of it run back out, and while she had her lips closed, he shot another streamer of spunk right across her whole face, from her chin to her forehead, even getting some in her hair. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "That's some fucking talented tongue you got there, bitch!" He was still playing his role, but the look on his face was almost apologetic for being so crude. Kris wiped up the streamer of cum from her face, and watched the guys eyes fasten on her as she licked her fingers clean. Paul's cum was actually not bad tasting, a little on the sweet side, where the others had been sour. /Either it is an acquired taste and I'm getting used to it, or the guys spunk all tastes different, and some of it isn't so bad.../ Kris thought, as she cleaned the rest of it up, and made sure it went down the hatch. Cameron spoke up quickly, his voice a little husky with lust, "Don't forget your boyfriend, bitch, we wouldn't want to have him feel left out, would we? Besides, I like watching you suck a dick, you could turn pro!" Kris turned to Brad, who already had his cock out expectantly. She didn't give him her best effort, no swirling tongue at all, but even a mediocre blowjob is pretty good, and Brad wasn't complaining. She did get him all in, and while she was tempted to let her teeth go, just a little, she decided that refusing to take his cum would be punishment enough, and worked his cock over without scraping or biting it. She gave him extra drool, nice and sloppy, which soaked his underwear and pants, since he had just whipped it out through his fly. Brad really didn't care about that right then, the sloppy factor was quite enjoyable, and the noises it created went straight to his brain. Cameron and Paul noticed the growing puddle, though, and chuckled a little under their breath, sure she was doing it on purpose to get back at Brad for being such an asshole. Brad tried to grab the back of her head when the moment arrived, and shoot his load in her mouth where the other guys had, but Kris was ready for him. She coughed, and pulled back quickly, avoiding his grasp. Brad's cock was ejected from her mouth, and she quickly pointed it right back at him, away from her face. He shot three or four hard pulses of cum, most of it going right across his fancy dress shirt, making quite a mess, but one of them was strong enough to actually reach his face. A couple drops from the extreme end of the stream actually went right in his own wide open groaning mouth! He gagged and spit went drooling down his chin, adding to the mess on his shirt, as Cameron and Paul burst out laughing. Kris barely managed to restrain her own laughter, but couldn't help but smirk as she thought /Serves you right, you bastard! Now you know what it's like to be the bitch./ "Damn, girl, that was fucking hilarious!" shouted Cameron. Paul even chipped in with "Now you know what you've been asking the girls to do for you all these years, Brad!" Mr. Anonymous stayed silent, but he was smiling, the largest reaction she'd seen from him so far. Brad couldn't say shit, thinking he still had to play his role, although he really wanted to smack the shit out of all of them. /I'll pay back you fuckers later.../ Cameron caressed Kris's face, still chuckling, and said "Kris, you are one sexy, spirit filled lady, and I'd sure never get you into a tight spot like this if you were mine. I'm glad Brad here owes us big, though, because I am really going to enjoy fucking you. I want to stick my cock so far up your pussy, you can taste it!" Kris wanted it, too. She was ready for a hard dicking, her pussy soaking wet and swollen. Getting even with Brad had been an added charge, but being here with four guys, sucking cocks like a common whore, and swallowing cum had really gotten her motor turning. /There's no going back now... I'm a slut!/ she thought as she lay back on the sofa, and spread herself wide for Cameron and his cock. Watching Kris had been quite stimulating, and Cameron was more than ready to go again, his dick hard as a steel pipe. He wasted no time with foreplay, he knew a ready to rock pussy when he saw one, and Kris was obviously good for the game. He climbed up over her, and thrust inside, parting her lips like a hot knife cutting through butter. Her pussy felt fantastic! Tight, hot, wet, clamping fiercely as though it was trying to hold him inside forever and never let go. He was glad she had sucked him off before, or he was sure he'd have blown his load on that first entry, it felt so damn good. He took some of his weight on his elbows, but mostly let it press down right on his dick. He started spearing her hard, thrusting with all the energy he could summon, smacking their pubic bones together almost painfully each time he bottomed out. She met him on every thrust, bucking her hips back at him. Their fucking bordered on violence, her velvety softness and his spongy tumescence almost a lie given the intensity of their actions. "Oh, fuck me. FUCK ME!" Kris yelled, unable to restrain her passion under Cameron's pounding. "Yeah, bitch! Take that cock. TAKE IT! I'm going to tickle your tonsils! Fuck, FUCK!" He started roughly mauling her tits, while keeping up the relentless pace of his thrusting. He pinched and scratched and bit at them, like a hungry animal worrying a bone for the marrow inside. Even having blown his load earlier, he couldn't keep up the intensity of their fucking for long, and the finale was as violent as the rest of the act had been. He couldn't make up his mind if he should pull out and cum, or pump her pussy full, and his indecision decided for him. He let his whole weight go, and pressed his cock as deep into her womb as he could, their bodies mashed together so tightly as to almost be one flesh. Kris could feel each pulse as he shot his cum, his body shivering with each ejaculation. "Oh, God, YES! Take that spunk, bitch! If you're fertile, you're a mommy now! AAAHHHHHH!" Even though she was on the pill, the thought of this big ugly man she barely knew making a baby in her was more than enough to push Kris over the edge. If they could have gotten any closer, they did, as she pulled him in and pumped her hips back at him with every ounce of muscle she had, her pussy clenching and milking his cock like a machine. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck a *BABY* in ME!" she squealed. She couldn't believe she had said that! They both collapsed, totally spent. Cameron pulled out, and let the others get a good look at the raw, swollen hole that was Kris's pussy, battered and leaking. The thin guy knelt at the edge of the couch, and stuck two fingers into Kris. He worked them around some, and pulled them out coated with slime. He offered them to her, and she took them into her mouth and sucked them clean. Kris noticed that Cameron's cum tasted better when mixed with her own juices. The fingers were dipped in again, and he had her clean them, and then did it once more. She hoped Brad was feeling green with envy, since she wouldn't take his cum in her mouth, yet she had taken all the others, and here she was licking it off of fingers fresh from her well fucked pussy. He certainly seemed to enjoy watching her do it, and so did the others. Needle dick seemed satisfied now, having reduced the amount of sperm in her cunt by quite a bit, although she was still very sloppy. He stabbed that long thin prick into her pussy, and it went deeper than any guy had ever gotten before, the head pressing right at the entrance of her womb when he bottomed out. If anyone was likely to knock someone up, it was this guy, his tool seemed to be made to squirt into the depths and shorten the journey to the eggs to a mere walk across the street. He fucked her with abandoned rapid thrusts, frequently slipping out completely. He didn't care, he just kept thrusting away, rubbing his cock against her thighs, between her lips, up over her mound, across her clit, smearing her fluids and the remnants of Cameron's cum over everything, and letting his dick stab back inside whenever it happened to line back up. This totally blew Kris's mind, she'd never had anyone do anything like it before, and each rub through her lips, and contact with her clit, lit fires inside her. He had just roughly bumped her clit, setting her off on an intense orgasm, when he started to cum himself. Again, she had no clue he was about to spunk, he made no noise and didn't jerk or move any differently than he had while he was pounding away, he just started shooting. This time he shot many more times than twice, and he still shot a lot. The first large glob hit right on her throbbing clit, warm and sticky, and her first orgasm stretched into a second, something that had never happened to her before. Still shooting, he managed to shove his cock inside her cunt, and spurt the rest of his copious load inside, riding her clamping convulsions out to a cathartic conclusion for the both of them. /That had to be the best fuck I've ever had!/ thought Kris, as she sank further into the sofa, nearly exhausted. The thin man's cock slipped out of her hole easily, followed by a thick, slimy blob of custard like semen, with much more still inside. Her whole pubic area was a smeary mess of juice and spunk. Paul took a look at that, and said "I'm not fucking her sloppy like that, man!" "No problem," said Cameron. "Kris, flip your slutty ass over!" Kris knew what was about to happen, and flipped over, presenting her ass high in the air. Cameron grabbed a jar of Vaseline, dripped his fingers into it and gathered up a big gob, and smeared her anus with it. "There ya go, bro! Just add some more your damn self, do I have to serve it up on a platter for you?" Cameron chuckled. Kris looked over at Brad, who seemed stunned. He looked on with lust, and perhaps a little concern, too. He was obviously enjoying the show, but it had been a little more intense than he had planned for, and it wasn't over. /Should I stop this before she gets hurt? No, she isn't complaining, and I can't blow it, or she'll hate me for sure.../ Paul gooped a little more Vaseline out of the jar, and shoved his coated finger right into Kris's tight pucker, making sure it was well lubed. He smeared a little more on his raging hard on, the sight of Cameron pounding Kris's pussy like a mad man had really turned him on, and the performance by needle dick had added fuel to the fire. He was so excited he had even given thought to sticking his dick right in the sloppy mess of her steamy, semen filled front door, but he was glad to be going for the back entrance. He liked a good ass fuck, and really didn't want to have his cock coated with other men's cum. He had to work a little to force the head of his fat dick past her sphincter muscles, but once he had that done, the rest of him slid in slick as can be. He took things slow, knowing that good anal takes patience, letting the woman adjust and loosen up making it so much better. He could just tear that ass up, but he liked it when the girl got off, too, and she won't if you just rip into it. He sunk it all the way in, and let it sit for a minute, before he slowly began to slide it back out. He didn't pull all the way out, not wanting to lose ground already gained and have to force the head back in past the tight muscles. A nice easy rhythm, stroking slowly but surely deep inside and then almost all the way back out again, like the wheel pistons on a train when it starts to leave the station and hasn't yet built up any speed. Kris liked a good ass fucking, too, and could tell Paul knew what he was doing. She could feel her wet pussy dripping, each deep thrust of that fat cock in her back door pushing against the walls and squeezing out the thick cum inside along with her own flowing juices. It felt great! She wasn't sure why, but a hard dick in her ass always pressed on a place in her pussy that just didn't quite get stimulated from a straight forward poking, and it did things to her nerves that turned her knees to jelly. She started fingering her sloppy box, tickling Paul's cock through the thin wall in between, and getting that special spot some extra attention. Paul responded by speeding up, and grabbing her hips so he could really thrust deep. Paul lasted a lot longer than Cameron or the thin guy had, but then he had started slow and worked his way to intensity without rushing things. The end was no less inevitable for all the difference in pace, the sensations rose to the point of satiation, and Paul plunged his prick to the hilt one last time, just as Kris's knees gave out. They both squealed as they fell, pressed flat against the couch, pinned together in a shuddering mass, Paul's prick pinched tightly in Kris's puckered anus as he pumped out his second load of seed while she shuddered and came as well. They both lay for a moment, unable or unwilling to move, until Paul finally eased off, and his cock sprang free with a pop. Now Brad had a choice. If he wanted to fuck Kris, he could do her in either hole, but both her pussy and her ass were now sloppy with semen. He was trembling with excitement. The whole scene, in spite of being a bullshit setup, had been so erotic, way better than the first time with the real bikers. /God, I couldn't have asked for things to go any better! Sloppy seconds is a small price to pay.../ Kris rolled over, groaning, her holes both looking well used, obviously leaking. "Your turn, stud." Brad didn't even hear the sarcasm in her voice, he was so oblivious, well into his fantasy of the flawless setup and the perfect slutty performance by Kris. He mounted her without finesse, choosing the front entrance, and pussy farts bubbled sperm out around his cock as he slid it easily into her well stretched hole. Kris lay there like a dead fish, completely spent and feeling nothing, while Brad went to town, rapidly thrusting into her with total abandon, sure he was doing a great job of it. He came quickly, the small amount he shot lost in the slimy mess the previous cocks had already made. Everyone was silent and awkward after that. Clothes got sorted out and put back on. The players tried to complete the rest of the scene, even though Kris obviously didn't care any more. "Guess we can call that paid in full, Brad." "OK. I think we'll go now." Kris did notice that Cameron slipped a piece of paper in her purse when Brad wasn't looking. She hoped it was his phone number. They could have a laugh when she told him she'd known the whole scene was bullshit, and fucked them anyways. Then they could fuck again. If it was his number, she was definitely going to call. She was back to her old ways, needing excitement now. /Hell, even Cameron, Paul, and Mr. Anonymous won't be enough! I'm going to have to do something.../ She drove Brad back to the Blue Duck Motel, letting him out in front, and when he started to make a lame attempt at a fake apology, she just floored the Subaru and drove off towards home. ************* /Damn, what a weekend!/ Brad thought. /I wonder what Kris will think when she finds out I'm now an insurance salesman.../ If he only knew! Kris couldn't have cared less, she was busy plotting a new secret life. She knew now that she had been far too boring, far too untrue to her nature. Her life as a plain housewife was over. She loved her husband, and all the nice things he could give her, so she would try to be careful, but she needed to take risks, to do exciting things, to be a slut - and to get fucked like one. /Maybe I'll be a stripper for private parties? An exclusive outcall escort? Pick up strange men at the airport? A drug smuggling wench? I'll think of something.../ DV http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/

Miss Kitty by sourdough ------- Description: She just wanted some snacks from the 7-Eleven. A cmsix-inspired time travel adventure. Codes: ScFi TimeTr violent My name is Kimberly Parker. I was a registered nurse in the pediatric ward of a local Austin hospital before all this happened. My typical uniform consisted of a pair of pink scrub pants and a top decorated with teddy bears, brightly colored balloons, cute zoo animals, etc. You get the idea. At 5'3" I'm not an intimidating figure even without the uniform. With it on I look positively ridiculous. I had just come off my late night shift and was on my way home. I'd missed dinner because we had an emergency on the floor so I was feeling pretty hungry. I pulled into the local 7-Eleven to load up on snacks and just as I was coming out this black dude grabbed my purse and took off running. "Come back here you," I yelled. Shit! Why does everything have to happen to me? I dropped my bag of goodies and took off after him. Despite my short legs I was gaining on the bastard. I think he was kind of surprised I wasn't going to let him get away with this without a fight. He jumped on top of a short retaining wall and I was able to grab his ankle. He lost his balance, flipped over the wall and completely vanished. What the fuck! That's impossible! I climbed up on the wall and jumped down the other side to look for him. I was immediately enveloped in total darkness. Dizzy. Disoriented. Falling. Before I had a chance to completely panic I landed on solid ground. I saw the cocksucker racing off, got up to follow him and stumbled over something. Hallelujah! It turned out to be my purse. The jerk must have dropped it when he fell. I examined the contents. Everything was still in there including my pepper spray and my Glock 27. It fits pretty well in my small hand. A heck of lot of good it did me tonight but I knew if I ran into that thief again, I was going to use it to open up a second asshole for that guy to shit through. I looked around to see where I was. I wasn't anywhere; at least anywhere that I knew about. I looked up and could see a hole just above me. Through I could see a street lamp and the 7-Eleven sign. I started yelling to attract someone's attention but that didn't work. Just when I thought to fire a round through the hole, it winked out and all I saw was the night sky. The entire world I knew had disappeared. Now I was beginning to panic. I pulled out my cell phone and hit the panic button. No signal. I sat around for a while waiting for the hole to open up again but nothing doing. Well, this wasn't getting me anywhere but I had to know where I was in the first place to get anywhere else. I hope that made sense. I was starting to feel like Alice might have when she fell down the rabbit hole and landed in Wonderland but she wasn't the slightest bit scared. I was petrified. I stuck my pistol in my waistband and my pepper spray in the pocket of my top. I felt better prepared in case of more trouble. I decided to walk in the same direction I saw Mr. Shithead run in the hope he might know where the heck he was going but I lost his trail after about a hundred feet. So I wound up just wandering around looking for a house or a road or a sign but the only things I found were trees and brush. I was about to sit down to rest and wait for daylight when I heard the clip clop of horse hooves and I ran in the direction of the noise. I saw the figure of a man on horseback and he was riding my way. "Yoohoo!" I called. "Kind sir?" The horse shied a bit and I heard the click of a gun hammer being cocked. I quickly raised my hands. "I assure you I'm harmless," I said trying to hide my fright. "Shut up," he ordered. I shut up. He kept me covered while he dismounted and then walked up to me. I avoided his eyes while he visually inspected me. Finally satisfied, the man holstered his weapon. He reached out with both hands and squeezed my boobs. "Ouch!" I'm no prude and I wouldn't have minded a gentle grope. But this guy was rough. I was going to be bruised there for sure. He certainly was no gentleman. Chivalry was an alien concept to him. I punched him in the snot locker with a palm heel fist. I heard the snap of cartilage and I knew I broke it. He stumbled back holding his injured beak. "Bitch!" he screamed. "I'm gonna kill you for that!" He reached for his gun but I had mine already pulled. The round I fired struck him between the eyes and entered his brain case. There was no exit wound so the round must have done a good job rattling around in his skull destroying brain tissue. The man was dead before he slumped to the ground. It was the first shot I ever fired in anger ... or out of fear rather. Of course, I'd never killed a human being before either. I didn't feel bad about it though. Maybe it was because I was in shock. That didn't stop me from thinking. I knew I had to report this incident to the authorities. But who and where were the authorities? I still didn't know where I was. Was I still in Texas? I didn't have a chance to ask the man lying in the dirt in front of me. I started to get practical. I was tired of walking and the dead "gentleman" had no further use for his horse. I had gone horseback riding as a little girl but that was a long time ago. Still, I knew the basics. I didn't have any cash; only credit and debit cards. I figured if my cell phone didn't work here my plastic wouldn't either. I searched the man's body and found a money belt and a Bowie knife. There was another little gun in his boot so now I had three guns. I was collecting quite an arsenal. There was no identification and nothing else of interest or value. I dragged the body behind some bushes and mounted the horse. "Giddyup," I said and the horse started moving in a leisurely pace. Why not? I wasn't in any hurry. The horse was still pointed in the same general direction that he was moving when I first saw him. I figured he knew where he was going even if I didn't. I just hoped he wasn't taking me into more danger. I wondered when the man I killed would be missed. Speaking of that, I wondered when I would be missed. I lived alone but my boyfriend came over regularly. The hospital would call when I didn't show for my next shift. My parents and my brothers would be frantic. My ex-husband wouldn't. Fortunately, I wasn't leaving any children or pets behind. I guess the shock began to wear off because I started to cry. I should have been sitting in front of the TV at this moment and munching on my snacks. Or crawling under my covers and getting a well deserved rest. Instead I was in the middle of nowhere playing cowboys and robbers. Or was that cowboys and Indians? I was sure if there were Indians around they'd be hostile. I lived next door to an Indian but he was from Mumbai. He was nice. I cried some more. I was hungry. I was thirsty. It was past my bedtime. My boobs were sore. I decided I hated horseback riding. I must have dozed off a bit because the next thing I knew I was in the middle of a town. It looked like I was on a film location set for a Wild West movie. The horse was drinking from a water trough. I began to have an uneasy feeling I wasn't in my own time zone anymore. More likely it was the Twilight Zone. I dismounted and looked around. It was still dark out and the streets were deserted. I did see an open door and some lights. It turned out to be a saloon. The bartender gave me a surprised look when he saw me walk in. I couldn't blame him. I must have looked a sight. There wasn't anyone else that I could see. "We're closed," he said. "Do you have any snacks for sale?" "Snacks?" "Food?" "The hotel restaurant won't be open for three or four more hours." "I'll take a Bloody Mary." "What's that?" "You don't know what a Bloody Mary is?" What kind of bartender doesn't know what a Bloody Mary is? "Ma'am, we serve whiskey and we serve beer." "Give me a whiskey." "We don't serve women." "What?" This was outrageous. I pointed to a woman walking down the stairs. "What is she, chopped liver?" "She is the proprietress of this establishment," he replied in a loud voice. Then in a low urgent voice he said, "Get out for your own safety, Ma'am." Well, I must have been low on blood sugar but it was now obvious he was trying to warn me off. But I can be an obstinate bitch even so. "What seems to be the problem, Bill," the woman asked. She was older than me and a tad shorter. "Nothing, Ma'am," Bill replied. "I was just telling the lady we're closed." "He also said you don't serve women." "Serve the lady what she wants." "That'll be two bits," Bill said after pouring me a shot. "It's on the house." "Thank you kindly," I said and lifted my glass to the proprietress before taking a sip. It was nasty stuff but I smiled pleasantly while she looked me over. "I had no idea the circus was coming to town." "It's the greatest show on Earth. You're all invited." I took another sip. "My name is Mrs. Turner." "I'm Miss Parker." I took back my maiden name after I divorced my husband. The cheating bastard! "I keep the good stuff upstairs. Will you join me?" "I'd be happy to." I put my glass down on the bar and smiled at Bill. He looked sad and I wondered what I was getting myself into. Well, forewarned is forearmed as the saying goes. I joined Mrs. Turner and she led me into her office. There was a man in there sitting on a loveseat. He was well-dressed but looked like muscle. I had no doubt he was armed. He didn't stand when we entered and Mrs. Turner didn't introduce us. He also didn't speak but I could tell he was interested in my boobs. My rack is my best asset, I guess. I take a D cup and it's all natural without any sag. Well, without too much sag. I'm rather proud of the puppies. That's what men tend to look at first when they meet me. Mrs. Turner turned her back to me to pour the drinks and my spider senses told me my drink was probably being spiked. I should have listened to the bartender. The woman handed me my drink and I promptly spilled it on myself. "How clumsy of me! I'm so sorry." The woman looked annoyed. "I'll get you another," she said. "Please don't bother. I just realized how the drink downstairs must have affected me. You see, I haven't eaten since yesterday. Perhaps I should call it a night. I'll check into the hotel, sleep until noon and then eat like a pig. I'll drop in for that drink tomorrow night. How does that sound?" I turned around but Big, Strong and Ugly was already blocking the door. I looked back at Mrs. Turner. "I happen to know there's no circus within two hundred miles of here," she said. Mrs. Turner took a sip from her own glass. "I could use a fresh face with your obvious talents. (She was referring to my boobs, I bet.) Also, you're a stranger in these parts and I doubt anyone will miss you." I tried to look puzzled. "Am I being offered a job here?" "Yes you are, in a way," Mrs. Turner replied with a smile. "My associate here will train you in your new duties." I put on my biggest fake smile. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place, Mrs. Turner? I sure could use the money. I think it'll be a great pleasure working for you." I held out my right hand as if I wanted to shake on the deal. I palmed my pepper spray in my left hand and caught her full in the face. She shrieked and covered her eyes. I turned and was able to spray Gruesome the same way as he rushed at me. He took a blind swing at me but I had already ducked down and stuck out the Bowie knife in the hope I stabbed something vital. I did. He grunted in pain and collapsed beside me. He was bleeding badly. From the site of the wound I surmised I punctured the femoral artery. He would bleed to death in less than four minutes. "Kill her," Mrs. Turner rasped. She was having trouble breathing as well as being blinded. "He can't help you, honey," I whispered in her ear. "He can't even help himself now." She was visibly startled to hear my voice ... and it was so calm, too. I was ready to make my escape but where would I go? I'd be tracked down in no time. I needed money; a lot of it. There was a substantial looking safe behind her desk. "I need the combination to that safe," I said. "Go to hell!" "Fine, but you're going to be completely blind for the rest of your life if I don't give you the antidote within the next ten minutes." She thought about it for a full minute before she gasped out the combination. I tried the combination and it worked. "Oh my," I said. "Your saloon does very well. Thanks a lot." "The antidote!" "The effects will begin to dissipate in about 30 minutes. You'll be very uncomfortable for the next several hours but you should be all right after that." It looked like her associate had stopped breathing. "You won't live to spend a single penny of my money. I'll have you hunted down and I'll take great pleasure in killing you myself." I sighed deeply. I knew she was right. I had to dispose of all the witnesses. That included the bartender. That thought made me sad. Oh well. A couple of more killings would be on my conscience. I walked behind Mrs. Turner and covered her mouth with my hand. The woman gasped in fear. I think she realized she wasn't long for this world. I sliced open her carotid artery and allowed her to bleed to death. Killing was becoming easier for me. I was just glad I didn't have to use my gun. That would've alerted everyone. I decided my next move would be to somehow lure the bartender up here without making him suspicious. There was a knock on the door and I pulled my pistol. It looked like Bill was going to save me some time. "Come in." I didn't sound anything like Mrs. Turner but it was good enough for him to open the door. He was holding a bag I assumed held the night's receipts. He saw the gun pointed at him, dropped the bag and raised his hands. I motioned for him to sit down and he obeyed. "Your boss and I had a little disagreement over a career move she wanted me to make." Bill nodded his head. "Am I next?" "You are a witness. Sorry." He nodded and got that sad look on his face again. I knew I couldn't kill him. "Put your arms down, Bill. I'm not going to kill you yet. May I call you Bill?" "If you want." "I'm going to ask you some questions that might sound silly to you, but I'd appreciate you answering them." "All right." "What year is it?" "The year is 1883." I was afraid of that. I had been thrown back in time. "What is the name of this lovely town?" "Poker Bluffs." "What state are we in?" "Texas." "And where is Poker Bluffs in relation to Austin?" "Austin is a hundred or so miles west of here." Well, I wasn't too far away from my hometown. But was it really my hometown? I mean I wouldn't even be born there for another century. I had to make some decisions and take some risks. "What if I don't kill you?" "I would be most grateful." "How would you show your gratitude?" "I suppose I'd have to report these deaths to the Sheriff. Of course, I'd say I didn't know who did the killings." I nodded. Bill had the right idea. "What then?" "I'd pack my bag and move on." "Could you run this place by yourself?" "Certainly, but it's not going to happen. This saloon is a money maker and I can imagine people with more money than me wanting to take over the place. They'd want their own people. Besides, I have this dream of maybe opening a saloon of my own." "Did the late Mrs. Turner have any heirs?" "None that I know of. I don't think there was ever even a Mr. Turner in her life." "I have a plan, but first we're going have to clean up this mess. Can I depend on you?" He nodded his head. I put away my gun and we shook on it. Well, I had to start trusting someone. The Sheriff wasn't the ambitious sort. He spent his whole time arresting drunks and running for reelection. He'd never solved a crime or arrested an outlaw in his entire career. When faced with a murder investigation he was completely lost. He accepted Bill's explanations readily. I was introduced as Mrs. Turner's cousin from Austin. I was newly arrived and my late lamented cousin's intention was to train me in the business and be her successor when she retired. Mrs. Turner's clothes fit me pretty well even though I did without a corset. Also, I stuck with my nursing shoes. Since the hems touched the floor no one would notice. I wore black. I looked like I'd been crying. It was easy to do that. All I had to do was put a drop of pepper spray under each eye. Damn! That stung! The sheriff asked me if I had any proof I was Mrs. Turner's cousin. I told him I didn't but that dear cousin Alberta (that was her given name) had given me the combination to the safe and that must prove I was family. I demonstrated opening the safe. He was impressed! The Sheriff poked around in the safe but we had already removed what I think he was looking for. It wasn't money. In Mrs. Turner's meticulous hand we found out whose hands were being greased and how much grease was being used. That included the Sheriff. Also included were some embarrassing revelations about some other elected officials. Armed with that information and some more of Mrs. Turner's grease, Bill was able to smooth the way to my takeover of the saloon. When it came time to sign the legal papers to transfer ownership I noticed Bill had had inserted a five percent ownership stake in the saloon for himself. He wasn't trying to hide it. I crossed it out. Bill noticed that right away. "I think that's the least I've earned considering the work I've already done for you." He looked hurt and a bit disappointed. "Yeah, but five percent?" "Would three percent be asking too much?" "I was thinking more in the lines of 35 percent." He looked aghast. "Are you joking?" "Of course I'm joking!" I wrote in a new percentage and initialed the correction. I signed the papers and handed them to the lawyer who was standing by. "I'm the majority owner with 51 percent," I said. "What I say goes. Your share is 49 percent. Agreed?" Bill smiled. It was the first time I saw his smile since I met the man. "Yes, Ma'am!" "You should smile more, Bill. You've got a nice smile." He did smile more and even blushed. It was so cute. Well, I rechristened the establishment the "Long Branch Saloon" and started calling myself Miss Kitty. On a side note I named my horse Trigger. That was the extent of my contribution. Bill was the brains behind the outfit. I essentially apprenticed myself under him. He started making changes right away. For instance, he hired another bartender so he'd have more time to manage. He also banned the professional gamblers who he knew were card cheats. Bill suspected Mrs. Turner allowed the cheaters to set up shop in her saloon because she was receiving a kickback. His banning them effectively blackballed from the other area saloons. He bought a better brand of booze and charged the same. He said we were making plenty of profit just the same. He also brought in Mexican beer. Bill said it was more expensive but worth it. I don't drink beer so I took his word for it. I objected to the saloon girls working there being prostitutes but he insisted that that was the way things were. We wouldn't attract enough paying customers without the girls and the girls couldn't earn what they needed to without prostituting themselves. It was a cost of doing business but it added to the profits too. I supposed I didn't have a choice in the matter but I wasn't going to put up with any forced recruitment like Mrs. Turner tried to do with me. Bill agreed and said he always disapproved of a lot of Mrs. Turner's methods but there was nothing he could do about it then. We talked to the girls and explained the new way of doing business. A couple of girls told me they had been coerced into the trade but there was no going back as far as they were concerned. Their families had disowned them and they'd never attract a decent man given how they earned their living. That still didn't stop me from worrying about their health. Given my training in the health field I knew venereal disease and unwanted pregnancy was a constant danger. There was little to be done in this era but I tried to help. I told the girls if they wanted to work at the Long Branch Saloon they had to follow some health rules. That included having the customer wash his genitals first and then visually inspecting them for rashes or sores. Any evidence of disease would get him ejected and banned. It was the best that I could do under the circumstances. The girls had their own methods to avoid getting pregnant. Bill started asking to see my Glock 27. He'd only seen the business end of it. He initially thought it was a derringer but I had definitely piqued his curiosity. I ignored his requests and I knew I had to put it away for safekeeping. Automatics hadn't been invented yet and it would raise too many other questions which I wasn't prepared to answer. The two men I'd killed had Colt .45 1873 Single Action Army revolvers with seven inch barrels. I found a gunsmith in town who was willing to trade both '73s and a little cash for a new "Shopkeeper" with a three and a half inch barrel. The Colt .45 is too big for a small woman but I was forced to learn on it by my daddy who was a gun buff so I was used to handling one; with both hands though. A leather smith constructed a shoulder holster I designed which I kept hidden by a light cloak I took to wearing. Mrs. Turner carried a derringer in her handbag so when I "inherited" that, I did the same. A scattergun was kept under the bar for security and I persuaded Bill to get another one for office security and have the barrels and stock shortened. We didn't have a need for distance in a small office. Bill didn't know anyone he trusted enough to handle security upstairs. I had killed the previous one. His name was Luke. We rigged up a bell pull that would alert anyone in the office if there was trouble downstairs. Also, a special door knock would signal trouble. I taught him the "shave and a haircut, two bits" knock. Depending on the code, the one on the inside of the office would know approximately what to expect and how to prepare. We also rigged up a spy hole so that the saloon floor could be observed from the office. One late Saturday night I was upstairs counting up the receipts when I heard the bell. I peeked through the spy hole and saw Bill, Sam, my new bartender and Mike, the swamper lying facedown on the floor. A masked man was covering them with a gun while two others were climbing the stairs where I was. It was closing time and all the drunks had been cleared out. I unlocked the door and brought out the shotgun. I trained the gun on the door and let them have it with both barrels when they burst in. In the excitement I aimed kind of high and the blast decapitated both of them. I jumped over the bodies but slipped on some gore and landed on my butt. That probably saved my life. Two rounds lodged into the wall behind me. I brought out my "Shopkeeper" and drilled two rounds through the chest of the other clown that shot at me. "Are you guys all right," I shouted. "Is there anyone else I should be worrying about?" The three fellows were still on the floor and I was frantic for them but I didn't want to expose myself if there were more bad guys. "We-we're all right, I think," I heard Bill stammer. "Are you all right?" "The bad guys up here are dead." I finally saw my men moving. I raced down the stairs and threw myself into Bill's arms. I almost knocked him down. "You had me so worried," I cried. "I had you worried? I was worried about you." The other two men were grinning at us. Bill noticed and got kind of embarrassed. He tried to ease me away but I stuck to him like a leech. I didn't care if he was embarrassed. The two bodies upstairs couldn't be identified right away. Their faces had been too badly mangled. The third body was one of the professional gamblers Bill had banned. After a little investigation the other two turned out to be the other gamblers Bill had ousted. They had run into some bad luck and were going to finance their move to friendlier surroundings by robbing us. Their luck ran out permanently though. Tough shit! Word got around that Miss Kitty at the Long Branch was no one to fuck with. Of course, being a saloon owner I was shunned by polite society. I didn't mind. I was mostly an agnostic so I didn't attend the local church services either. That doesn't mean I shunned them if I could be of help. Women gossip and saloon girls are no different from other women. They made up things too claiming I was a physician once. Before you know it, I had people stopping me on the street asking me about their aches and pains. The one available physician wasn't in town much more than two days every two weeks because he had a wide territory to cover. Even though I denied I was a physician I started administering first aid for minor injuries and even some major injuries. I can't claim to have saved any lives but I probably did in the long run. That's because I stressed hygiene and infection prevention. I finally met the local physician. He came into the Long Branch and introduced himself. Dr. Stone wasn't put out at all by my treating patients. In fact, he was grateful for the break it gave him. He was open to my suggestion that his patients would fare better if they were taught better hygiene and wound care. He said that a lot of the stuff I talked about like sterile dressings was unaffordable for a country physician. "I'll buy the stuff you need." He looked long and hard at me as if he wasn't certain I was serious. "I'll give you a list," he replied. I knew he was testing me. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when the stuff he asked for was waiting for him when he next arrived in town. There was a lot more than he asked for but I did exclude some remedies I knew to be bogus. With Dr. Stone praising me like I was the second coming, the rest of the community started noticing me and ignoring my unsavory profession. Not that I really cared. Bill was happy. He said the investment was good for business. One day I was walking back to the saloon from an errand. I saw some black folks walking toward me; two men and a woman. They stopped and stepped aside to let me pass. I hesitated as I passed the younger man. Somehow I knew him ... or at least recognized him. I think he recognized me too because he started to run. I pulled my Shopkeeper. "Freeze motherfucker!" I yelled. He froze. The woman screamed and the older man raised his hands. "You two back off. This is between him and me. Down on the ground! Put your hands behind your head!" He obeyed. He was the purse snatcher at the 7-Eleven. I was attracting a crowd but I didn't care. The woman sprawled across his body and begged me not to kill him. "Please, Ma'am," the older man said. "I don' know what he did to you but please don' shoot him. He don' deserve that, do he?" "That's a matter of opinion. He stole from me." "Did you steal from this lady, boy? Cuz, if you did you is in a heap of a lot of trouble." "She's wrong. I didn't steal from nobody." "Could there be a mistake, Ma'am?" "Anything's possible." I didn't think so though. "My name's Joe," said the older man. "You be Miss Kitty from the Long Branch Saloon, ain'tcha? I heard good things about you." "Miss Kitty? Long Branch Saloon? You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," said the kid on the ground. "Now I'm certain," I said. Joe pulled the girl off and kicked the boy in the ribs. I was beginning to like Joe. "You don't talk to a lady that way," said Joe. "He say his name is Jamal. What kind of a dang fool name is that, I ask you. We found him hidin' behind our chicken coop ravin' 'bout civil rights an' other crazy things. We figger he got into some bad likker." "That'll do it," I allowed. "I dunno what he stole but he didn't have nothin' wit' him when we found him." "He dropped it when he was running away from me. I got it back, but he caused an awful lot of trouble because of what he did." "Well, is there any way he can make up for the trouble he caused? Without goin' to jail, I mean? You see, he got my daughter Sarah here in the family way. He say he will marry her when he finds a job but there ain't no jobs around." I didn't feel like killing Jamal anymore lying there helpless. Unless he pissed me off again. But I just couldn't let him get away with what he did. I decided to make his life more miserable than it probably already was. "I've got a job for him," I said. "You do?" "He can be the assistant swamper at the Long Branch." "What's that," Jamal asked. "Your job will be to clean the jakes out back and keep 'em clean." "The jakes? You mean the outhouse? No fu-, uh no way am I gonna be a janitor." I cocked the hammer of my pistol. "I'll do it. I'll do it." Since Jamal now had a job, I didn't think there was any reason to delay the nuptials between him and Sarah. I even paid for the wedding. Sarah seemed like a sweet girl. I hoped she could straighten Jamal out. There wasn't going to be a honeymoon. The other thing I paid for was a photograph of the wedded couple and a separate photograph of Jamal. I told Jamal if he ever skipped out on me, I was going to have his picture plastered all over the country offering a substantial reward for his safe return. When I got him back I'd snip off his nuts before torturing him to death. I think the young man got the point. Bill never did ask me about Jamal. He did respect my privacy and I appreciated it. I put Mike in charge of Jamal and told him not to let Jamal slack off for a minute. Mike liked the idea of being in charge of someone. He didn't let me down. Jamal's wages were paid directly to his father in law. I was finally getting some revenge. To my surprise, Jamal got along surprisingly well with the other guys and I even caught them on occasion talking and sharing a beer, but what could I do when one of the goof-offs with them was Bill? I found out from Joe that one of the things Jamal was trying to do was teaching the R's (reading, writing and arithmetic) to the black children who were all pretty much illiterate; just like their parents. The trouble was that there were few books and other equipment to work with. I figured Jamal put Joe up to putting the touch on me but I didn't mind. I bought a whole bunch of stuff for the children and even gave Jamal time off in the morning to teach. They met in a shack which they called the Long Branch School. I thought Jamal was a good man underneath his bluster but there was no way I was going to go soft on him. Bill didn't trust banks. One of the banks he dealt with had gone under. This was before the time of deposit insurance so he lost his savings. Banks were necessary for some transactions just the same and I was there to purchase a bank draft for some equipment we were ordering. I was waiting in line when three masked men walked in and ordered us all against the wall. Ironically, the Sheriff was there too. All the men were relieved of their weapons. Being a woman, they didn't think I was armed. I tried to slip my money pouch behind me but one of the hombres spotted it and ordered me to hand it over. That pissed me off to no end! I was standing slightly behind the Sheriff. I drew my Shopkeeper and waited for my chance. As soon as the three hombres were all together I let 'em have it. Three shots and three bad guys down. I walked outside, saw another masked man waiting with the horses and shot him down too. I walked back inside and picked up my money pouch. "Can I get some service here," I yelled. I don't know why I did it, but I told everyone that the Sheriff was the real hero. He had slipped me his hideout gun and stood in front of me to act as cover. The Sheriff didn't disabuse anyone of that notion. Needless to say, he didn't need to do much campaigning to get reelected. He was so grateful he stopped soliciting us for contributions. That made it worthwhile after all. One morning I was sitting with the guys in the saloon. It was early and there were no customers. The saloon girls didn't start coming in until the afternoon. A short fellow walked up to us and tipped his hat. "You are the woman known as Miss Kitty?" "I am." "My name is Mr. Gray. I have something to discuss with you in private." "Can you give me a clue as to the topic, Mr. Gray?" "It concerns an unfortunate incident outside the convenience store known as the 7-Eleven." Bill must have become alarmed at my reaction because he almost made a grab for Mr. Gray. "It's all right, Bill. I have to talk to Mr. Gray alone. You guys go take a break." "This concerns me too," said Jamal. "I wanna stay." "That is acceptable," said Mr. Gray. Bill and the others moved away out of earshot but they certainly didn't leave. I think they were getting ready to shoot Mr. Gray at the slightest sign of a threat. "Please sit down, Mr. Gray. May I offer you some refreshment?" "No thank you. I cannot partake of Earth-based refreshments." "Then I take it you're from another planet?" "That is correct." Well, this was going to be interesting. "So, what happened? How did we get here?" "We were studying your present Earth culture as well as your past when our instrumentation mal-functioned and cause an anomaly; a time portal opened up. By the time we had it repaired you two had gone through the portal. We tried to recover you both but our instrumentation gave us many false readings. It took time to locate you. I am here to offer our abject apology and to take you back to your own time." "What about me?" Jamal asked. "That would be most inadvisable. The security video at the convenience store identified you as Miss Parker's assailant. The authorities assume you slew this woman, hid the body and are on the run. You have already been featured on the television program "America's Most Wanted"." "Oh Lord," Jamal muttered. "Well, how bad can it be? If Miss Kitty shows up alive and healthy, they'll know I didn't kill her." "That is true," Mr. Gray replied. "However, there is a high probability you will still be incarcerated for quite a number of your Earth years, perhaps ten to twenty. Miss Perkins reappearance may be explained by a case of amnesia caused by a blow to the head and then the recovery of her memory." "Couldn't you ... no, I guess not." Jamal sighed and shook his head. "You're doing okay here, Bubba," I said. "Besides, you have a wife ... and a baby on the way. By the way, I'm letting you off the hook. You're no longer assistant swamper. I'll ask Bill to fund your teaching position at the Long Branch School so you can go at it full time." I was already making plans for my grand reappearance into the 21st century. "You're doing okay here too, ya know." "I was never meant to be here. No one will miss me once I've gone." I signaled Bill to come over. "Is everything all right?" "Everything's fine. Mr. Gray has offered me a ride home and I've decided to take him up on it. The Long Branch Saloon is now all yours." "Well," Bill replied. "You slipped into Poker Bluffs mysteriously and you're slipping out just as mysteriously. You shall be missed." "Thank you, kind sir." "Austin is not that far away. Perhaps we can exchange visits soon." "It ain't goin' to be that kinda goin' away, Bill," said Jamal. "Once she leaves that's it. She ain't comin' back no more and you can't visit her." "If that's the case, Miss Kitty, then I bid you a fond farewell." "Why don't you tell her what you told me?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "You do too know what I'm talkin' about." "It's a moot point now, don't you think?" "I don't know what word means, but if you don't tell her I will." "I told you that in confidence." "You did not. You didn't swear me to no secrecy." "What are you two talking about?" "Bill loves you." "Jamal!" "He wants to marry you." "Damn you, Jamal." "If he wasn't such a coward he would've proposed to you long ago." "Is that true, Bill?" "Yes! By god, it's true. I think I've loved you from the moment you walked into the saloon wearing that silly costume. I came to the office that night with the sole intent of killing Luke and Mrs. Turner because I knew what they intended for you. I was relieved to find those two already dead and you safe even as you told me I had to die also. There! I've said it. I love you and I will always love you even if I never see you again for the rest of my days. I'm very sorry to see you go." "Who says I'm going anywhere? I can stay if I damn well please." I turned to Mr. Gray. "We would prefer to take you out of this situation." "And why is that?" "You have displayed remarkably violent tendencies since your arrival. We fear you may kill someone not meant to die at that time and then the future might well be changed. That hasn't happened yet but it could happen the very next time." "I promise not to kill anyone else." "If you hold to that promise we will allow you to stay," said Mr. Gray. "If you do not we will have to resort to an involuntary relocation for you." "I promise. I promise." I jumped out of my chair and ran into Bill's arms. "I'm so glad I didn't kill you." "I'm glad too, my dearest." "So ask me." "Ask you what?" "Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me and be my wife?" "I've got witnesses to your proposal. Do you realize that?" "I most certainly do." "Well, the answer is yes, I'll marry you. When?" "Today, if you want. I'll find someone to marry us right away." I kissed Bill right on the lips. His face turned a bright red but he returned my kiss. It was so cute. We got married that very same day. Well, in order to keep my promise to Mr. Gray, I realized I had to retire from the Long Branch Saloon. Bill is managing the saloon but he is looking to sell out and get something smaller so he can spend more time with me and the children. Jamal is doing well as a teacher. Jamal's wife Sarah cooks and keeps house for me. Joe helps out too. If you're reading this, it is some time in 2010 or later and I am long dead. With the exception of my family, I don't believe I've missed much by staying behind in the 19th century ... except maybe some of the goodies from the 7-Eleven. ------- The End -------

Coercing Mom by sourdough ------- Synopsis: A young girl is trying to show the love she has for her brother but they are interrupted by their mother. Codes: mf mF cons reluc coer inc mother son bro sis het Mdom Fdom preg Seventeen-year-old Paul Rush wandered out of his bedroom. He was bored. It was Saturday night and he should been out trying to get laid. Paul's car needed to be fixed and his dating money had to go toward paying for parts. Now he was stuck at home babysitting his 12-year-old sister, Molly, while his parents were at a social function. Paul sat down in the den and flipped on the television. Showtime was running an action thriller with plenty of car crashes and explosions. Well, a little mindless entertainment never hurt anyone. He tried not to pay any attention when his sister walked into the room but she stopped right between him and the TV. "Get out of my seat," demanded Molly. "Go away," Paul responded. "I want to sit there." "There are plenty of other seats." "That's my favorite spot. You sat there on purpose. Move!" This was a little ritual established between Paul and Molly years before. No matter where Paul sat, Molly would claim that very spot as her own and demand Paul move. It always ended with Molly sitting on Paul's lap. Molly would wiggle her little butt until she gave her brother an erection and then jump off assured of the power she had over him. Paul never minded. It was a cheap thrill to be given a boner by a girl, even if the girl was his little sister. It had been going on since she was four years old. Their parents never realized the sexual element of this little game or at least never objected to it. Lately, however, there had been a problem. The problem was that Molly was blossoming physically. Her tits had been growing for a while and now her hips were broadening while her waist remained small. Molly was 5' 5" tall and weighed 105 pounds. She had light brown hair to just below her shoulder blades and hazel colored eyes. Molly never liked being in the sun so her complexion was very pale, giving her an angelic look. There were no tan lines on her perfect body. She was a pedophile's wet dream and now she was attracting the attention of the rest of the heterosexual male population. Paul had on more than one occasion recently been ready to cum in his pants before Molly finally climbed off his lap. He knew that someday the inevitable would occur and Paul would wind up embarrassing himself and maybe freaking out Molly. Paul would have to call off this game soon and the thought made him sad. But it wouldn't be tonight. This time, when Molly sat on his lap, she didn't wiggle her butt at all. She just leaned her back against her brother's chest and started staring at the television screen. Paul watched the movie for a while before being distracted by Molly's luscious body. She was wearing shorts that exposed her legs all the way up to the crotch. They looked so smooth and sleek. Paul didn't see any hair on her legs. She must be shaving already, thought Paul. He caught himself thinking about running his hand along her legs. Maybe she was one of the lucky girls who didn't have to shave. During this thought process Paul's prick inflated to full erection. It wound up nudged between Molly's ass cheeks. Molly sat there for a minute longer before getting off Paul's lap and sitting down beside him. Paul breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I see it?" It was a stupid movie and Paul didn't much care if she switched the channels. He handed her the remote. "Not that, silly. I want to see your wiener," Molly said. "My-" Paul was shocked but that didn't stop his prick from twitching from the thought of showing his prick to his little sister. It took a few seconds to formulate an answer. So, Molly wanted to do a little sexual exploration. Well, it was better to ask someone she trusted than some kid who would brag about it to his buddies. He certainly wouldn't brag about it. But could Molly keep her mouth shut? "I-" "I can keep my mouth shut," Molly declared as if reading his mind. He nodded and unzipped his fly. Paul's prick sprang free, stiff and proud under Molly's gaze. Her eyes widened but she didn't say anything. Paul imagined she was admiring it. "Can I touch it?" asked Molly as she reached out and tentatively touched and then took hold of his prick. Paul didn't feel the need to answer her. Molly already knew she was free to do what she wanted. "It's so cute." That's not a description Paul would have used but he didn't care. Molly could call his prick cute all night long as long as she kept on holding it in her small hands. "It's smooth and warm, too," Molly added. "Some of the girls say that the guys will try to make you suck his wiener when you're out on a date. Is that true?" "Guys won't make you do anything like that. It's just expected of the girl. She has to get used to it and if she refuses, she sits home because none of the guys will ask her out." Molly looked at Paul suspiciously to see if he was joking but her brother managed to keep a straight face. "Do you expect that from girls you date?" "Of course. Except for me they've got to do more than suck, they've got to swallow too." Paul finally couldn't resist a smirk. Molly picked up on that right away and finally decided that Paul was lying to her. "You're such a bullshitter. What happens to the girl who falls for that line?" "Well, she instantly loses all the respect I pretended I had for her, I call her a slut and a whore behind her back and I tell my buddies all about her." "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" "Um, no." Jeez! Why did she ask that question? His question was answered when Molly leaned over and planted a kiss on the head of his prick. "Let me know if I do it wrong," said Molly, briefly looking up before placing her mouth over the head of her brother's prick and running her tongue over it. Paul's thoughts were in a jumble. They ranged from panic to joy and back again. This is wrong. This is my sister. I should stop her. It feels so good! Paul finally decided to do nothing except enjoy the sensations he was experiencing. Later on, Paul would discuss it in private with Molly. He would warn her of the dangers and possible consequences of her actions. Then again, this may be a one-time event for Paul courtesy of his sister and he shouldn't miss out. The guys who were lucky enough to have Molly as a girlfriend would be in for a treat. Paul felt a little jealous of these future competitors to his sister's affections but time marches on. On the other hand, if she wanted to continue, far be it from Paul to stand in the way of his loving sister's desires. There was obviously no wrong way to be sucked off at least in Paul's mind. He wasn't a virgin. He been laid twice before but it was straight missionary sex with a condom. If the movie hadn't been a special effects extravaganza with more explosions than dialog, Paul and Molly might have heard a car drive up and the front door open. As it was, Paul and Molly didn't realize they had company until they heard a gasp. Practically standing over them was Paul and Molly's mother. Molly immediately jumped up and burst into tears. She rushed out of the den and into her bedroom. Paul just sat there for a few seconds watching his life flash before his eyes. Forcing himself to portray a calm he didn't really feel, Paul stood up and faced his mother. His prick was still hanging out of his pants, still stiff. It was wet and glistening from Molly's saliva. As casually as he could Paul stuffed his prick back into his pants and zipped it up. "Hi, Mom. You guys are back early." "Yes," she said only. Paul was now close enough to smell her breath. She had been drinking. The drink in combination with the shock of her discovery might be delaying Mom's reaction Paul thought. "Weren't you having fun?" "Your father isn't into late nights anymore. He was feeling tired." "You're sure looking pretty tonight." Paul embraced his mother to give her a kiss on the cheek. In doing so his still stiff prick prodded his mother's belly. She stiffened slightly but didn't protest. "I'm sure glad you're back," he added. Eleanor Rush was not so inebriated that she was unaware of her son's attempt to seduce her. She was appalled by his audacious behavior and a bit disgusted also. But most of all Eleanor was worried about the aftermath if her husband found out what happened. At the least Paul would probably be kicked out of the house. She couldn't let that happen. The family had to be kept together. The children had been very lucky their father hadn't also come in to greet them. Eleanor realized she had to find out where this all might lead and stop it before real harm was done. Her heart was hammering furiously as Paul embraced her. His stiff prick became trapped between their bodies. Eleanor looked into her son's eyes and saw only lust. It may have been provoked by Molly but now it was directed toward her. He wants to fuck me, thought Eleanor. She pushed at Paul slightly. "Your father may come in here also. You'd better go calm your sister." Paul nodded. It took less than a minute to forget all about Molly. He felt a bit guilty about it but not too much. Paul knocked once lightly and walked into his sister's room, closing the door behind him. The room was dark but he didn't flip on the light switch. He could hear Molly sobbing and she hadn't noticed him coming in. "Molly?" He heard a gasp and saw a shadow move on the bed. "It's Paul." He saw the shadow move again, this time toward him. He felt her arms go around him and hug herself to him. Molly renewed her sobbing. It sounded like her heart was breaking and it probably was. Paul just held her in his arms and let Molly continue to cry. "Paul, I'm so sorry," Molly said finally. "I wanted this night to be so special and now I've ruined our lives forever." "Hey, you didn't ruin anything," Paul said, trying to soothe her. "Everything will be all right." "How can you say that? Mom and Dad will kill us. They might send you away. I'd want to die if they sent you away." "I'm not going anywhere, baby. You don't think I'd let anything happen to my best girl, do you?" "No." Molly tried to giggle but it came out like a sob. "C'mon. We have to talk." Paul led Molly back to her bed and they sat down. There was plenty of ambient light and they could see each other pretty well. Molly grabbed some tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose. When she felt composed, she looked up at her brother expectantly. "Listen," Paul said. "Mom didn't start yelling at me and she hasn't told Dad. I don't think she's going to." "Really?" "Really. And I'm not sure why." "I think I know why," Molly declared. "She's horny." "What do you mean? Is Dad keeping her short on sex? And how do you know?" Paul had never seen any overt hostility between his parents. As far as he knew his parents were still a loving couple. "I've overheard some things over the past few months," Molly revealed. "Dad has to take this medicine that makes him imp-something or other." "Impotent?" Paul suggested. "Yeah. That's it. It means Dad can't have sex." "I know," said Paul. That would explain a lot of things thought Paul. His father was a civil service bureaucrat with a state agency. It was a desk job and the heaviest thing he ever lifted was a pen. The only exercise his father, Frank, indulged in was a round of golf on the weekend and even then he used a golf cart. Severe weight gain had brought on hypertension, diabetes and some other ailments. The drugs he had to take to deal with the problems were taking a toll. Frank apparently never heard of diet and exercise. "I guess we'll have to keep our distance for now." "Oh, Paul. I don't want to do that." Paul thought Molly was going to start crying again. "I love you. I've always loved you. Sometimes I wish you weren't my brother. Then I could marry you and be your wife and have children for you." She looked up at her brother to gauge his reaction. She had just told the boy she loved all her inner secrets. Molly would be devastated if she was teased or rejected. Paul was stunned for a moment but then started smiling. He never would have suspected Molly had these feelings for him. Paul felt flattered and happy. He didn't mind being the object of his sister's love and he felt he could easily return it in kind. Paul kissed Molly as tenderly as he knew how. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather have as a wife," Paul whispered. "But how can we?" Molly began to look hopeful. "Well, not in any way that society would recognize but as of right now I consider us engaged. As far as I'm concerned you're my girl and future wife if that's okay with you." "More than okay," Molly said and returned his kiss. Paul's hands wandered over to Molly's tits and began to fondle them through her clothing. "Paul, I'm having my periods now. You can get me pregnant anytime you want. Tonight, even." Molly felt shy when saying that but she wanted to let her brother know that she was fully committed to him. "We don't dare, babe. We dodged a bullet tonight. Just because Mom didn't bust us tonight doesn't mean she won't in the future. It doesn't mean she won't tell Dad about us if were not careful. As long as we have to contend with Mom and Dad there will be no babies for the foreseeable future." "It's not fair. I hate Mom for interfering with us," said Molly. "Hey, she was just doing what mothers are supposed to do." Paul didn't want Molly to harbor any resentment toward Eleanor. It would be hard enough to get along under the present circumstances. Eleanor would be keeping an eagle eye on them now. "I know how we can take care of Mom," Molly announced. "How?" "You fuck her and make her have your baby." "What? Oh yeah, sure." He was certain she was joking. "I'm serious. It would be so easy. You told me yourself that she was acting weird after she caught us. I bet she was wishing that she were the one sucking your wiener. After you get her pregnant Mom wouldn't dare interfere in anything we wanted to do." "And what does Mom tell Dad when she turns up pregnant? She can't exactly blame it on him if they're not having sex." "I'm not sure yet. Maybe she can get him to try that Viagra. I hear that stuff works." "I dunno. It sounds risky. I'd have to be subtle about it. It might take a while and there's no guarantee of success. I won't rape Mom even for you. "You sound like a coward, Paul. Mom's not stupid. She'll know what you're up to five minutes after you start. You might as well tell her up front what you want. That way will start her thinking about it." "What if she blows up and tells Dad?" Paul was skeptical but he didn't want to reject Molly's idea without at least listening to it. "Well, then it won't be much different from what could have happened tonight." Molly stood and removed her top and bra. Paul's hand crept up to fondle one of her developing tits. "That's right. Play with them. They're yours to do with as you please." Molly next took off her shorts and panties. Paul's eyes were drawn to the dark patch of hair between her legs. Molly took one of Paul's hands and placed it over her mound. "Feel me," she said. "I'm so wet. My hole is crying for your prick. It wants your prick to squirt your sperm in there and give me a baby. You do want to give me a baby, don't you?" "God, yes," Paul croaked. He was frantic and very near to ripping off his clothes and fucking Molly right where she stood. At the same time Paul was aware that their mother might be coming to check on them. No sense in tempting fate. "Listen, Molly. We've got to stop. Please?" He was begging now. "Molly? I'm not Molly. I'm your mother, Eleanor. And my precious son is going to fuck me and give me a baby, isn't he." Paul was startled. Molly had lowered her voice to a very close approximation of their mother's voice. Molly was just a younger and smaller version of Eleanor anyway. "I'll try," said Paul, feeling as if he was under a spell. "That's all I ask, darling," Molly whispered in her Eleanor voice but then followed it with her own girlish giggle. "Get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning," said Paul. He reluctantly withdrew and exited the door. Paul strolled back to the den. It was still early. He was nervous, excited and a bit scared too. And it wasn't just because of the evening's events. Paul was in awe of his sister. In a matter of minutes he was having sex with his sister, making a pass at his mother, proposing "marriage" to his sister and now conspiring to seduce and impregnate his mother. All this happened because of a 12-year-old nymphet. Paul thought he must really love Molly. Otherwise why would he be doing these crazy things? Paul didn't have more time to reflect. His mother chose that moment to walk in. She was still dressed for the evening in a black cocktail dress although she had exchanged her high-heel shoes for bedroom slippers. Eleanor Rush was every bit as lovely as her daughter. She was 5' 7" tall and weighed 125 pounds. Eleanor watched her diet and exercised regularly. Her complexion was slightly darker than Molly's and her only concession to age was a few streaks of gray in her dark brown shoulder length hair. She had taught in elementary school until Molly's birth and then quit to raise her children full time. Eleanor sat down in an armchair about five feet from where Paul was standing. She crossed her legs and then stared for a while at her son. "All right. Speak to me. What happened tonight?" Paul fidgeted a bit and paced about. He wished he had had more time to prepare. "There's not much to tell," he said finally. "We were watching TV and Molly was sitting on my lap. She got off and asked to see my uh, penis. She played with it for a while and then put her mouth on it. She'd barely started before you arrived." "And this was all right with you? Didn't you have any qualms?" "Well, yeah. But I let her do it anyway." Paul decided to just stick with facts. There was no way he could justify his behavior. "Did Molly tell you why she wanted to do this?" "She says she loves me," said Paul, shrugging his shoulders. Damn! thought Eleanor. She always knew Molly had a crush on her brother but Eleanor never considered the possibility of it getting out of hand. "This is just a childish infatuation your sister is going through. She'll grow out of it. You're no longer to indulge her. Do you understand?" "I understand well enough. I'm just not sure I want to stop." "And what do you mean by that?" Eleanor had wanted to maintain a calm demeanor throughout the conversation but she heard a strident tone to her voice. "I guess it means that I love Molly as much as she loves me. Maybe it is an infatuation with her but I realize now I've been in love with my little sister for a long time." "Paul, you're almost an adult and I expect you to start acting like one. You'll very likely ruin your future and Molly's if you continue to cater to her whims." "I'll think about it," said Paul. He couldn't think of anything else to say. Everything his mother said made sense. He certainly didn't want to do anything to hurt his sister. "I think I deserve a better answer than that, young man," Eleanor declared. "What do you think would happen if I brought your father in on this conversation?" "I suppose he might kick me out of the house." "And that doesn't worry you?" "Of course it worries me but I think it would backfire on you. Molly would love me all the more and start hating you guys. She might even run away from home to be with me." "Do you really believe all that? My God! Molly really has you snowed. What do you think a little girl knows about love? The moment something goes wrong she'll come running back to Mommy and Daddy. In the meantime you'll have cut your own throat jumping through her hoops." "I love her, Mom," Paul insisted. "Ah, now that's a laugh. Your sister gives you an erection and you think you're in love. Then the moment Molly is out of the room you expose yourself and rub yourself against me, your mother." "You looked longer than you had to," Paul responded. That was his mother's side of the story but Paul wasn't going to argue the point. He felt he was completely on the defensive in this discussion and on the verge of conceding to his mom's point of view. Paul had to find an opening where he could be on the attack for a change. "Don't get disgusting!" "It's just my opinion. You're the one who wanted to talk." "I think I've heard all I want to hear except your promise to forget about this silly nonsense with your sister." "You haven't heard the half of it, Mom." Here it goes, thought Paul. He was going to try to put his mom on the defensive. Eleanor became alarmed. "You haven't slept with Molly, have you?" "No, not yet. She wants me to, though. Molly even wants to have my baby. But first, she wants me to give you a baby." "What! What on earth for?" "Molly figures that if I get you pregnant you won't try to stop our activities." "And have either of you thought of what I might tell your father if your little scheme actually succeeded?" "We figured you would blame the baby on Dad." Eleanor actually smiled for the first time that evening. "It may interest you to know that your father had a vasectomy just before Molly was born." This is getting harder, thought Paul. Well, here goes nothing. It was worth a try even if his dad really did have vasectomy. "Actually I thought it was a crazy idea when Molly brought it up but now I kind of like it." "Do you know what you're saying?" Eleanor couldn't have been more amazed if Paul had announced a decision to join the Taliban. "Think about it, Mom. It might take my mind off of Molly and take care of another problem." "The only problem I have is this dangerous infatuation between you and your sister." "What about your horniness?" said Paul. "How dare you!" Eleanor readied herself to jump from the chair and slap her son. With a supreme effort she remained seated. She could feel herself blushing furiously. "You're very rude. What makes you think I'm that way?" "Oh, I admit it's a guess. With Dad's weight and the drugs he has to take, he's probably impotent. No more lead in the pencil, as they say." Paul finally stopped pacing and knelt down beside his mother's chair. "You're being very disrespectful both to me and your father," said Eleanor. She didn't add that Paul was also correct about his father's impotence. "Facts are facts, Mom. And the fact is I've wanted to do this for a long time." Eleanor flinched as she felt Paul's hand on her knee. "Take your hand away Paul." Eleanor tried to move his hand but he just responded by moving hand a little higher up her leg. His hand was now properly on her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up with it. "You're about to get your face slapped Paul." "You slapping me won't take away the desire I have for you Mom." Paul's hand slid a bit higher. "I'll tell your father," Eleanor threatened. "I've already heard that threat. If I'm going to be hanged for one crime I might as well be hanged for several." Paul's left hand joined his right hand on Eleanor's thighs. "You want me to betray your father, allow you to impregnate me and bear your bastard child. Then you want me stand by while you do the same to Molly." Eleanor shook her head sadly. "What kind of son have I bore?" Tears started from her eyes. Paul silently swore. He wouldn't allow tears to weaken his resolve. He felt that Eleanor was vulnerable now. "Go ahead and get on birth control. Molly can get on birth control also. I don't want you or Molly to have a baby." A small concession was in order Paul thought. "I don't know. It's just not right," Eleanor whimpered. "Please! I need time to think." "Time to think of a way out? No thanks," Paul declared. He leaned forward forcing Eleanor's legs apart. The hem of her dress was at the top of her thighs. Paul's face was inches from Eleanor's. "I'm going to fuck you, Mom," Paul whispered. "I'm really and truly going to fuck you." Eleanor looked at his son in amazement. How could he make such a statement? Yet she didn't doubt Paul's sincerity. Her own son was really going to fuck her and she was helpless to stop him. Eleanor was surprised to see Paul suddenly pull away and stand up. It was only then that she heard voices in the hall. Eleanor hurriedly rearranged her dress and checked her makeup in a small wall mirror. Frank and Molly walked by the open door on their way to the kitchen for a late snack. They were deep in conversation and hadn't even looked into the den as they passed. Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close. She felt it was a warning to avoid this disastrous course. "Mom? Come to my room tonight," Paul said as if issuing an order. Eleanor gave her son another disbelieving look and rushed from the room. Eleanor still couldn't believe what had just happened and what had almost happened. She was sure Paul would have had his way with her if they had not been interrupted. It would have been disastrous if her husband had walked in on them. Thank goodness Paul had heard Frank's approach. Eleanor just couldn't understand how she'd allowed things to get this far. Frank seemed to have lost all interest in sex. Not surprising considering how he had let himself go. His body had gotten kind of repulsive but Eleanor was still willing to perform her wifely duties. She just couldn't rationalize cheating on her husband although there was plenty of room for excuses if she did. Well, even if Eleanor did cheat on her husband it wouldn't be with her own son. Not incest! Eleanor was already in bed when Frank returned to the bedroom from his snack. She pretended to be asleep and Frank was soon asleep himself, snoring away loudly. Eleanor could never get used to her husband's snoring. It had gotten worse with his weight gain. She always tried to get to sleep before him. Now Eleanor would lie awake until exhaustion overtook her. She wondered if Paul snored. He had ordered her to his room. She could find out that way. Eleanor immediately felt guilty. If she went to Paul's room it would be for one thing, to succumb to his sexual demands. No! It was ridiculous to even think about such a possibility. There wouldn't be any late night visit to her son's room. And she would put a stop the relationship between Paul and Molly if it were the last thing she ever did. Paul waited in his bedroom for over an hour before deciding that his mom wouldn't be showing up. He really didn't expect it. Yet Paul was sure that his mom would soon be lying underneath him with her legs spread before long. It was a fantasy about to come true and all that Molly and he had to do was to keep up the pressure. Paul felt certain that Eleanor would not turn to her husband for help except as a last resort. By then, he hoped, it would be too late and his mom too compromised for her to call for help. Paul considered going to Molly's room for a bit of fun but decided against it. There was plenty of time for that. He fell asleep thinking about the possibilities. Paul was the last to get up Saturday morning, which was usual for him. He looked at the clock and knew his father had already left for the golf course. That left him free to pursue his mother or play with his sister. Whichever opportunity presented itself was fine with Paul. He was disappointed to find Molly and Eleanor getting ready to go to the mall. It looked like a transparent ploy by his mom to get Molly alone with her, probably to demand that she bring her little romance with Paul to a halt. But Molly didn't seem to be bothered. She smiled, winked and blew Paul a kiss as she walked out the door with her mom. "Mom? I know you want to talk to me about last night so we might as well get it out into the open." Molly and Eleanor were sitting in the car. They hadn't even pulled out of the driveway. Yes, Eleanor did want to talk to Molly about last night but she wanted it to be a quiet mother-daughter over lunch at a nice restaurant. This was more like a confrontation and Eleanor had a feeling of foreboding about it. "Of course I want to talk to you, dear but couldn't we wait until we find more comfortable surroundings?" "This won't take long," Molly replied. "I just want to say I heard everything you and Paul were talking about and nothing you tell me will change my mind about him." Eleanor felt herself blushing. Molly had been eavesdropping on them but what, if anything, had she seen? "I don't appreciate being spied on," Eleanor snapped. "I wasn't spying on you guys. I was watching out for you. It's lucky I did because I was able to make enough noise to warn you and Paul before Daddy walked by. Remember this?" Molly pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist and spread her legs. "Molly! Cover yourself this instant!" "Why? You were posed just like this last night." "For one thing I was drunk. It won't happen again. Also, I still had on my underwear." Eleanor was quick to note that Molly had neglected to wear her panties that morning. "I dunno, Mom," said Molly. "I like to think your underwear would have been gone too if Daddy hadn't interrupted you two." Eleanor was feeling totally humiliated. First her son and now her daughter were taunting and insulting her. They were completely out of control. "If you two don't settle down and start behaving, I'll make sure you're both separated whether it's Paul who goes or you." Eleanor figured she could play hardball with Molly. At least Molly couldn't try to rape her. "If you try anything like that, I'll spread my legs for every guy who wants me. And believe me, that's a lot." "You wouldn't dare!" "Try me, Mom. I know five or six guys just on this block who want me and that's just the grownups. Also, there will be plenty of guys wherever you send me. Wouldn't it be better if I just let Paul fuck me?" Eleanor didn't have any doubts that Molly was very attractive to the opposite sex. She began to feel panicky. Molly's threat might have to be taken seriously. The young girl definitely had a stubborn streak. "You're talking like a whore, Molly" "Then I'm a whore, Mom. Paul's whore. But I'll tell you what. I'll share Paul with you and you can be his whore too." "That's crazy! Why would I want to have sex with my own son?" "I see and hear things between you and Daddy. You might think I'm not listening or you might not even notice that I'm around. But I know Daddy hasn't been giving you any sex for a long time." "So?" There was no sense in denying the obvious. At least Eleanor now knew the source of Paul's information. Paul wasn't the sort to notice anything unless he was hit over the head with it. "I think it's just a matter of time before you start stepping out on Dad," Molly said. "I'd hate to see you pick up some weird disease from a stranger. You might as well have sex with someone you already know and love. With Dad out of commission, that leaves Paul." "That's the dumbest reason to commit adultery and incest that I've ever heard," Eleanor sneered. "My marriage vows mean something to me. I will never cheat on your father and least of all with your brother. It's true that I'm not happy with your father's physical condition but that's no reason to be unfaithful. I'm very worried about him. "I'm also ashamed of what happened last night and Paul should be ashamed also. Are you listening to me? Molly! Stop that right now!" Eleanor had been staring ahead and turned to face Molly. Molly had her right hand between her legs and appeared to be fingering her genitals. Eleanor reached over to grab her daughter's hand away but grabbed her daughter's bare left thigh instead. Molly jumped at her touch and Eleanor thought she had hurt her daughter. "I'm sorry," said Eleanor, her voice full of concern. "Did I scratch you?" "No, Mom. It's just that your touch felt great. Do you suppose I like girls too? I wish you'd put your hand back on my thigh." Eleanor was shocked into silence. She watched her daughter remove her hand from between her legs and proceed to lick the moisture from her fingers. "I've never tasted myself before. It's not bad." Molly reached down again and scooped up more moisture from her cunt. "Want to taste?" She presented her hand to her mother. Eleanor only shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her children had gone insane. "If you suck my fingers I'll put on my panties and we can go to the mall," Molly offered. "Please, no," Eleanor whispered, shaking her head. She reached up to push Molly's hand away. "Suck it, goddamn you!" Molly demanded. Eleanor gaped at Molly. She'd never heard her daughter swear. Molly took the opportunity to shove her fingers into her mom's mouth. Eleanor tasted her daughter's juices and was too shocked to protest. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" Molly withdrew her fingers from Eleanor's mouth, reached under the car seat and drew out a pair of panties. "We can go now," Molly said as she slipped on her panties. Eleanor backed the car out of the driveway and drove toward the mall. She decided to cooperate with her daughter for now. Eleanor's first thought was to spank Molly right then and there. But no, to oppose Molly now might just trigger more outrageous behavior. Eleanor decided that on the following Monday she would seek referrals for a psychiatric evaluation for Molly and Paul. She wasn't sure how the need for therapy for the children would be explained to her husband but it had to be done. Seeking counseling for me might not be a bad idea thought Eleanor. Her relationship with her husband was strained. They tried to shield that from the children and the rest of the world but Molly had seen through that. Now the relationship with her children had taken a bizarre turn. It might be a character weakness on my part thought Eleanor. Eleanor actually marveled at Molly's inner strength. Too bad it was misdirected. She recognized that Molly was controlling Paul and the poor boy was probably putty in his sister's hands. Eleanor also worried about her reactions to the previous night's incident with Paul and the one that just occurred in the car with Molly. Were those erotic thrills she experienced? Eleanor worried and wondered. "Was there anyplace in particular you wanted to visit?" Molly and Eleanor had picked up a snack and a soda and done some window shopping at the mall. "I want to go to Victoria's Secret," said Molly. "Those fashions are a bit too old for you now. In a couple of years you'll look just fine." Eleanor thought that perhaps Molly was testing her. If she insisted Eleanor would allow Molly to purchase a few intimate under garments. Her present inventory of panties was entirely of white cotton. "I don't want to shop there for me. I want to shop there for you." Eleanor felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She realized Molly wanted her to start dressing sexy for Paul's benefit. A protest formed in her mind but it never came out in words. Eleanor realized that Molly was trying to compromise her further. If you dress like a slut, you'll act like a slut. Well, her daughter would have to realize that assumption was wrong. She would indeed go to the store to shop for sexy outfits. No matter how slutty Eleanor was dressed she wouldn't act the whore for her son or anyone. Eleanor was surprised how much she got into shopping for sexy clothing. She purchased outfits that could never be worn around her husband. He was sort of a prude and she dressed as sexy as she dared without meeting Frank's disapproval. Despite her reservations Eleanor charged up quite a bit on her credit card. I can afford it Eleanor rationalized. I'm way below on my dress budget and if Frank doesn't like it then that's too bad. Eleanor had forgotten the reason she was there was at Molly's behest and she was really enjoying herself. "You look great, Mom. You're more beautiful than ever." "Thank you, darling." Eleanor flushed with pleasure. She was trying on some of her new clothing in her bedroom with Molly in attendance. By the time Eleanor was old enough to wear stockings pantyhose had taken over. She'd never purchased stockings and it was a new experience for her. Pantyhose were certainly more convenient Eleanor thought as she fastened the stays to her stockings. She could understand why stockings and garter belts had lost favor with modern women. Still, Eleanor liked how she looked. It brought back memories of playing dress-up with her sister and girl friends. Eleanor regretted not buying something nice for Molly. It was more fun dressing up with someone else. Eleanor also began to have doubt about her reaction to Molly and Paul's relationship with each other. Was it really so bad? It certainly wasn't that uncommon from what she'd read. She'd also read that consensual sex between siblings brought no lasting ill effects as long as there were no children born as a result. Eleanor didn't have a brother. She wondered if she did would she have been sexually attracted to him. The thought brought back memories of a crush Eleanor had on a cousin. Well, he had been oblivious to her. Maybe if she had offered to give him a blow job... Should Eleanor allow Molly to get on birth control? Of course, Paul would have to use a condom. She wasn't sure if Paul was experimenting sexually yet. It did sound as if he knew what he was doing. There was no sense taking any chances. Of course Paul would have to forget this ridiculous idea of sleeping with his own mother. Maybe she should wait on calling the mental health professionals. "Mom? Wake up." "What? Oh, excuse me, darling. I guess I was daydreaming. What did you say?" "I said let's show Paul your new outfit." "Oh, well. I'm not sure." Eleanor looked at herself in the mirror. Her skirt wasn't that much shorter than ones she already owned but the cleavage was severe. She didn't have a proper bra to wear so she had gone braless. Now Eleanor was afraid a wrong move would expose her breasts. "Oh, don't worry. It'll be for just a minute." Molly slipped outside. She figured Paul would be hanging around just outside the door and she wasn't wrong. Molly whispered quickly in Paul's ear. Paul nodded and slipped inside the master bedroom. "You look fantastic, Mom." "Uh, thank you." Where did Molly go? Eleanor wondered. The little brat had abandoned her. "Molly said you're wearing stockings and a garter belt. Can I see?" "That's something you're not meant to see." Even as she spoke Eleanor raised her skirt to expose a bit of bare flesh above her stocking top. "What else did she tell you?" "She said you dressed like this especially for me." "That's not true," Eleanor said. "I think this modeling session is over. You'd better leave now. I have to change." "I'm not going anywhere. C'mere." "Paul! I don't want a repeat of last night. Please leave my room this instant. Your father may be home any time now." At least Eleanor hoped he would. Frank usually came home straight from the golf course. His diabetes prevented him from drinking anymore. Still, he liked to talk politics with his cronies and that could last all afternoon. Paul wasn't listening. He walked closer to embrace his mother. Eleanor put up her hands to push her son away but his forward motion knocked her back. Stumbling, she fell back on the bed. Paul smiled as saw Eleanor exposed to the waist again as her skirt flew up. It was a much sexier sight than the previous night's exposure. He moved to pin his mother to the bed. In a purely reflex action Eleanor started flailing her legs. One foot caught Paul just right. The blow temporarily paralyzed Paul's diaphragm. He collapsed to the floor and tried to regain his breath. "Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Eleanor jumped from the bed and knelt beside her son. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to do it. Shall I call the paramedics?" "I'll be all right," Paul wheezed. Once Eleanor decided that Paul was recovering she scampered into the master bathroom, closed the door and locked it. She sat down on the commode seat and waited. Eleanor was almost sure Paul would break down the door and beat her for hurting him but after a while she calmed down. Paul wasn't breaking down the door. He wasn't even knocking on it. Well, he might be outside waiting for her to come out. Eleanor went to the door and listened. She didn't hear anything. "Paul? Are you there? Please listen. I'm sorry I kicked you. It was an accident. Paul? I just can't let you do what you want to do. Paul, are you listening?" No response. Eleanor sat back down. What a disaster. She looked at her watch. Dinner would have to be started soon. "Paul? Let's call a truce. I want to talk to Molly and you together. You two might like what I have to say. I have to start dinner. You know your father has to eat at regular times, being a diabetic. I'm coming out now. Please don't start anything." Eleanor unlocked the door and peeked out. There was no sign of Paul. She took a deep breath and stepped out. Apparently Paul had left when he recovered. Eleanor hurriedly changed out of her new outfit and into jeans and a top. She stuffed the clothes back into the shopping bag and hid it in back of the closet. It would be a while before she would ever wear those clothes again. Eleanor just didn't have the desire to return them. "Hi, Mom. Dinner's just about ready," Molly announced. "Oh thank you, darling. Where's Paul?" "I think he's out fiddling with his car." Eleanor decided to ignore Molly's role in setting her up. She figured it would only lead to another confrontation. When Paul came in for dinner he acted as if nothing was amiss. "I've been asked by an aide to the governor to do some consulting work." Frank Rush looked rather pleased with himself. "That's great, Daddy," chirped Molly. "Congratulations Dad," said Paul. "When did this happen?" asked Eleanor. "On the golf course. The man was in our foursome. I can't believe my luck." "It won't mean going to Sacramento, will it?" "Yes, it will for three or four months, at least." Frank hadn't noticed the tension in his wife's voice. "I'm excited for you, Daddy," Molly enthused. "Could it mean a political appointment for you?" Paul asked. "That's what I'm hoping for, son. Of course, they'll have to like my work and the governor will have to be reelected. He's facing a tough challenge this year." "What about your job here?" "That will be taken care of. I'll take a leave of absence and my consulting fees will more than cover any lost income from work." Jeez! Frank thought. I'm getting the third degree from my wife. It's almost like she's unhappy with the possibility of me moving up in the world. At least the kids are happy for me. Eleanor lay awake in bed worrying about her predicament, so much so that she barely noticed Frank's snoring. With her husband possibly going out of town she would be at the children's mercy. Eleanor wished for some way to talk Frank out of accepting the offer. Eleanor heard a slight click and noticed the bedroom door open. A dark shadow entered and began to walk toward her. She held her breath until the shadow got close enough to recognize. It was Paul. "Paul? What is it? Is something wrong?" she whispered. "Nothing's wrong," Paul whispered back as he knelt beside the bed. "We just have some unfinished business to take care of." "Forget it, Paul. I'm not coming to your room. Please leave before your father wakes up and finds you here." "We can do it here. I don't mind." "What? No, Paul. Please, no." Eleanor's body stiffened as she felt Paul's hand slip under the covers and grasp her thigh. "No," she repeated. "Are you going to fight me, Mom? I wouldn't advise it. Dad would kill us both if he woke up and found us like this. Don't fight me. Spread your legs. That's it. Good girl." Eleanor was too frightened to resist. To struggle would mean certain discovery. She slowly relaxed her thighs allowing Paul's hand free to roam freely. He grasped the crotch of her panties and pulled them down her shapely legs and off. With that accomplished, he began to explore his mother's vulva and clitoris. Paul was amazed how quickly Eleanor lubricated. He stuck two fingers in her vagina and began a slow in and out motion while his thumb massaged her clitoris Eleanor surrendered to the sensations almost immediately. At that point she didn't care who had his hand down there. It just felt good. She was barely aware of anything else happening until she felt Paul's body lower itself onto hers. Eleanor's heart leaped to her throat. Her own son was going to fuck her. His body was already between her legs and his prick was already nudging its way into her wet hole. "I'm not protected," Eleanor gasped as Paul's stiff prick inserted itself fully into her vagina. "I don't care, Mom." Paul began a slow fucking motion. This was not the time to get enthusiastic. He certainly didn't want his dad waking up with the shaking motion. Still, Paul couldn't believe how easy it had been to get his mother underneath him, spreading her legs for him. She must be a slut at heart thought Paul. All women must be that way. Barely 24 hours had elapsed since he seriously first thought of fucking his mother and here it was, already happening. It probably would have been more like 24 minutes if he hadn't been interrupted the night before. Paul knew he wouldn't be able to last long this first time. His prick began to swell and soon he was pumping his sperm-filled semen deep into his mother's womb. Paul vaguely wondered if he'd given his mother an orgasm but then he realized he didn't care whether he had or not. Eleanor expected complete and utter humiliation from this incestuous experience with her son. Instead she felt the love and fulfillment of a sexually satisfied woman. The only disgust she felt was for the obscene bulk of her husband as he slumbered on the other side of the bed just inches from where Paul was fucking his mother. Eleanor wrapped her arms and legs around her son's body and hugged him close. He's not going to last long she thought. He's cumming already. That's all right. He's got plenty of time to learn and I'll be there to teach him. "You'd better go. We'll talk tomorrow." Paul nodded his head. The tension had gotten to him and he was very tired. After he left Eleanor began to worry again. This time it was about birth control. She was pretty sure she wouldn't conceive this time but there was the future to worry about. She'd purchase a box of condoms and inquire about getting a prescription for oral contraceptives. Eleanor couldn't use her regular gynecologist. She knew about Frank's vasectomy and it would raise embarrassing questions. There was a family planning clinic downtown. Eleanor would make an appointment there for Molly and herself. As long as they were careful there was little chance of discovery. She reached down between her legs and scooped out some of Paul's cum with her fingers. Not bad she thought as every bit was licked and swallowed. Frank Rush was busily packing for his assignment in Sacramento. He'd be living out of a suitcase mostly but he thought the inconvenience would be worth it. Even if the governor wasn't reelected or he didn't receive the sought after appointment there was the opportunity to do plenty of networking with the power brokers in state politics. It never hurt to have friends in Sacramento. At least Eleanor had started acting pleased with his move. What the heck is that? Frank thought. He normally wouldn't have come across Eleanor's bag of clothing except that he was making a sweep of the closet to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Victoria's Secret huh? Eleanor normally didn't shop there. He was glad of that. His bosses were conservative and might not approve of his wife dressed like a whore or a bimbo. Perhaps they were jealous. Eleanor could dress in a potato sack and still make the other wives look pretty dowdy. Amusement turned to alarm as some of the outfits and accessories were pulled out of the bag. "Holy shit!" he said as he perused the credit card receipt he found at the bottom of the bag. Eleanor was trying to put the national debt on her charge card. The seed of suspicion was planted in Frank's mind. He sat down on Eleanor's side of the bed and tried to puzzle things out. Absentmindedly Frank opened her bedside drawer. He turned pale when he saw the box of condoms. The next thing he saw was the prescription form from the family planning clinic. He couldn't read the doctor's scribble but it obviously wasn't aspirin he was prescribing. Frank Rush's heart started beating rapidly. He was sure his blood pressure was spiraling out of control and he thought he was going to faint. No wonder she was so anxious for me to go to Sacramento thought Frank. "Whore! Slut!" Frank Rush was screaming. Eleanor had just stepped through the door and was met with his torrent of abuse. "They're just clothes, darling. I was going to return them anyway." Eleanor thought Frank had just seen the clothing and was trying to calm him down. "What about this and this? Frank screamed as he brought out the condoms and the contraceptive prescription. Eleanor knew she was caught. She'd been careless and now she had to pay the price. The one thing that she had to do was to protect the children. Paul and Molly had heard the screaming and come running. They instinctively knew what was wrong and were pale and frightened. "Your mother has been selling her body on the street. Do either of you know anything about this?" "Frank! Keep the children out of this. They don't know anything." "Shut up, slut or I'll smash your face in and then no one will want to fuck you." "Paul, I want you to do something for me. Can I count on you?" "Uh, sure Dad." "I want you to take over as man of the house while I'm gone. I'm putting you in charge of everything. By the close of business tomorrow your mother's signature won't count for anything. Yours will. That woman is not to be trusted. I want to you to keep an eye on her at all times. You too, Molly. I'm very sorry I have to put you two through this but I can't afford to get involved in a divorce proceeding, a sex scandal or a murder charge." One look at Frank Rush's face and no one could doubt that he was capable of murder at that moment. "If that woman leaves without one of you escorting her she won't be coming back. I also want any guests or service calls to the house monitored by at least one of you." Paul and Molly merely nodded their heads. They were still in shock. "I'll appreciate it." He picked up his suitcases and turned to his wife. "Tell your boyfriend or your pimp or whoever he is that you're out of business." "Put it in for me Mom. I want Paul to fuck me now." Eleanor blushed furiously. The children had been fucking within an hour of their father leaving the house. Eleanor would have thought her children would have preferred privacy for their first fuck but Paul and Molly had insisted on her presence. Now, for the past month or so, she was an active participant in all their sexual activities. She placed Paul's prick at Molly's vulva and guided it into her vagina as Paul began to thrust. "I love you both," Molly shouted as her brother began to fuck her. "We love you too, darling," said Eleanor. She wondered how long it would take for Molly to be impregnated. Molly hadn't gone on birth control and Paul wasn't wearing a condom. Eleanor has already missed her period. She hadn't bothered with birth control either. They wouldn't have to confront Frank Rush with his family's indiscretions though. The family had just received word Frank had died of a massive heart attack while sitting at his desk in Sacramento. Insurance and survivor benefits were very generous. They wouldn't miss him. ------- The End -------

Hello, Mom? A Swarm Cycle Story Danny relates the events leading to him being at a Confederacy pick up. MF; SciFi; interracial "Hello?" "Hello, Mom? This is Danny." "Good morning, Danny. How are you?" "I'm fine, Mom. I have some news." "What's the news?" "I was picked up by the Confederacy! I'm in space right now, orbiting Earth," I knew she would be pleased and happy for me. "Danny, are you drunk? Have you been doing drugs?" If Mom believed me I knew she would be pleased and happy for me. I noted the concern in her voice. "No, I'm sober and I did get picked up. I'm not joking. Honest." I wondered if I sounded drunk to her. Maybe it was my excited tone of voice. I am not known to get excited about anything. "I find that hard to believe, dear. I mean from what I've read, the Confederacy doesn't take just anyone that wants to go and you're not exactly the smartest or most ambitious young man I know. Wait a minute. Did someone take you as a concubine? No, that's not likely either. I mean I love you dearly and all that, but facts are facts. Please don't take offense." It sounded like I had to convince her. "I won't take offense, Mom. I find it hard to believe, too. It seems like a dream." "Perhaps it is, Danny. Would you like to tell me all about it? I figure as long as you're on the telephone with me you aren't going to do anything to harm yourself." "Okay, Mom." Perhaps I should have waited to call home until after the Confederacy contacted my family. I began to gather my thoughts. I guess you have figured out that my dear mother does not have a lot of confidence in me. It's my own fault. I'm a slacker and I've been that way all my life. Despite the efforts of my parents and teachers to encourage and inspire me, I've always preferred to just skate by with the minimum of effort. My high school grades were good enough to get into college, but I still didn't exert myself when I started classes. I carry a consistent C average. I used the announcement about the impending Sa'arm invasion to justify my attitude. I mean why plan for the future? In a decade or so, we were all going to be an entre on a lizard man's dinner plate. Of course, I took the CAP test like just about everyone else. Close, but no cigar. College is where I met Kelly Greene. Kelly is the polar opposite of me, a computer science major with a straight A grade average. She is charming and intelligent as well as beautiful. Her family is supposed to have a shitload of money. She is tall with shapely legs that seem to go on forever, and a pair of luscious tits that stick out to next year. I was assigned by chance to be her lab partner in a required basic chemistry lab. Several other students have approached me during the semester because they wanted to trade with me and be Kelly's partner. Kelly was all for it. I didn't mind trading partners either because, even though she is sexy and all that, the girl is a real taskmaster. I mean she expects me to work as hard as her. Can you beat that? Anyway, nobody else wanted me to be his or her lab partner so Kelly said she figured I was her "cross to bear" this term. That's why I didn't expect her to say what she said this one day after class. Kelly asked me to wait while she cleaned up our lab space because she had something important to discuss with me. I told her, "No problem." I figured she was going to bitch at me again for me not carrying my share of the workload. I would listen, smile, and promise to try harder. Anyway, the girl led me to an empty classroom and closed the door. I waited for her to say something. She seemed kind of nervous. "I'm going to ask you a question that might seem kind of strange, but I don't want you to freak out. Okay?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Ask away." At least this was something different. "Will you marry me?" she asked. My witty reply was "Huh?" I heard well enough the first time, but that's my usual response to an unexpected question. "I said, will you marry me?" Okay I thought. This has to be a joke, but I didn't have anything better to do so I figured I would play along. "Oh, okay. When?" "As soon as possible." "Is after lunch good?" "I'm not joking, Danny. Are you sure?" Kelly sure looked and sounded serious, but I was still waiting for the punch line. "I'm sure." "You're crazy. We barely know each other. Out of the blue, I propose to you and all you have to say is okay? Don't you have the slightest curiosity about why I asked?" "I just figured it was because of my great looks, charm, and personality. You couldn't help falling in love with me, right?" Kelly finally smiled. "Uh, no. That's not it at all." "Then I sense an ulterior motive. Is this perhaps a sorority pledge stunt? Are you pregnant?" "Hazing is a thing of the past at this school and I'm not pregnant. It's my father." "Your father wants you to marry me? I don't believe I've ever met the gentleman." "You haven't met him. He wants me to marry someone else, and I don't want to marry the man he wants me to marry." "The man is a real loser, huh?" "Actually he's rich, handsome, charming, and crazy in love with me." "There's nothing wrong with that," I responded. "What's the matter with him?" "The matter is that he's black. I can't stand black men." "That's kind of racist, Kelly." I think my voice had the right tone of disapproval in it. "I can't help how I feel." She had the grace to act ashamed about it, but I was not going to let her off easy. "Uh, Kelly?" "Yes, Danny?" "You do realize you're black, too. Don't you?" "Heh! Yeah, I figured that out a long time ago. I was exaggerating, okay? I like black men just fine, but I'm not interested in being a black man's girlfriend, and certainly not his wife. I go for white men as long as they're tall blue eyed blonds and very handsome." "Oh." I have brown hair, brown eyes, and I'm average in height and looks. I knew I was being used like a tool, but that didn't bother me much. "What happens when you tell your family about us?" I asked. "I expect all hell will break loose," Kelly said. "Daddy doesn't take kindly to being defied. Momma is a black racist so she will take an instant hatred of you. They'll threaten to disown me. I'm counting on Maynard, the man Daddy wants me to marry, to lose interest in me since I've been defiled and sullied by a white man. He's almost as militant as Momma." "Wouldn't it be easier if you told them we're married without getting married?" "That won't work," Kelly responded. "My daddy is very thorough. He'll have you checked out by a detective and he'll want to see proof that we're legally married." "Checking me out should take about five minutes. Couldn't you just tell Maynard thanks, but no thanks?" "My parents expect me to be an obedient daughter, and they've just about worn down my resistance. I'm supposed to visit them next week, and this is a desperation move. I have a sneaky feeling they'll have Maynard there so he can propose to me right in front of them." "What happens after that, assuming everything goes like you hope it will?" "Assuming everything goes like I hope it will, we'll get a quick and quiet divorce. I'll reconcile with my parents and we'll go on with our separate lives." "And what do I get out of it?" The girl shrugged her shoulders and lowered her eyes. "I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" "Well, if I'm going to be accused of defiling and sullying you I want the opportunity to defile and sully you." Kelly giggled at my statement. She seemed relieved. "I think that can be arranged. But you'll have to wear a condom. I'm not on any sort of birth control." "I can do that." The girls I had had sex with before were all on birth control, but they insisted on condoms because they didn't want to get a dose of the clap or anything like that. I didn't want to father children anyway. I didn't want any child of mine to be eaten by a creature from outer space. "We'll have to wait until after the marriage ceremony though. I'll have flight and hotel reservations for Las Vegas for Friday after classes. We'll get married that evening and have all weekend to get acquainted." "I'm looking forward to it." Kelly kissed me then. Ay! Ay! Ay! It was a real scorcher. I was in love. "Me too," she said when she ended the kiss. "I'm going to be sad when we get divorced." "You're sweet, Danny," Kelly said. "I wish you were more my type." I decided I was already sad. This was Wednesday, so there were still two days until we flew to Las Vegas and tied the knot. Kelly told me when and where to meet her, and to please keep her plans all under my hat. I promised I would do that. I gave her my vital statistics so she could file an online application. She was surprised my legal name was Danny instead of Daniel. I had a teacher in the eighth grade that kept calling me Daniel even after I showed him a copy of my birth certificate. I am not quite as dumb as people think I am. Once I was alone, I got to thinking about the one question I wanted to ask Kelly, but didn't. Maybe I was afraid of the answer if the girl was honest with me. I mean, why did she choose me to marry her if I wasn't her type? Why couldn't she marry one of her preferred blond bimbos? The answer was obvious. I was expendable if anything went wrong. I was to be Kelly's fool, her patsy, the scapegoat, chump, dupe, sucker, the fall guy. I think you get the idea. Man, I was hot under the collar. I was going to call the scheming bitch and tell her to forget it. I had better things to do. Then I got to thinking about the better things I had to do. The only thing I had planned for the weekend was to get together with some buddies, drink beer and watch a Three Stooges marathon. I do that sort of thing all the time except sometimes it's the Marx Brothers, Laurel and Hardy, or W. C. Fields. But I don't often get the chance to pork a triple A grade premium pussy such as Kelly's. I'd be doing her the whole weekend, too. That prospect was too good to pass up. Plus, I didn't really have anything to worry about, did I? It was Kelly who was going to be taking all the grief. She probably wouldn't even want me around when she was dealing with her folks. The Three Stooges would still be around when I returned to school. Whew! I am sure glad I got that figured out. I put an immediate phone call to one of the campus pharmaceutical suppliers. He said he could sell me Viagra by the pill. I ordered some for my weekend. I wanted to get my money's worth from Kelly as well as do right by her in bed. Speaking of money, I didn't have a heck of a lot. I hoped she didn't expect me to share expenses. I called my fiance to check. "Don't worry about it, Danny," Kelly said when I explained my call. "I have an American Express Gold Card courtesy of my parents so all of our expenses will be covered. I expect the card will be canceled within five minutes of me telling them I'm married, so we'll make good use of it this weekend." Cool! I've got to admit I was plenty nervous when Kelly and I boarded our flight to Las Vegas. I'm sure she had a case of the butterflies, too. At any minute, I expected Kelly to tell me getting married was a bad idea, and she couldn't go through with it. I wouldn't have argued that point with her. There had to be a better way for Kelly to deal with her parents and Maynard, but she was supposed to be the smart one, and I couldn't come up with a better idea. We took a cab straight from the airport to our hotel and checked in. I was all for getting a drink, but Kelly took my hand and marched me straight into a jewelry boutique. She bought a pair of matching gold wedding bands. "It seems like a waste of money," I said. "We're going to be wearing them for a week at most." Kelly just shrugged her shoulders. "Are you ready to do it? We have an appointment." Kelly seemed determined to get it over with. "I'm ready when you are," I responded. She seemed as nervous as I did, and I smiled in encouragement. We kissed for luck, gently this time. It was our second kiss. Our third kiss would be as man and wife. We took a taxi to the marriage license bureau. Kelly paid the fee and we received our license. We then walked a short distance to another office where the civil marriages were performed. We needed a witness so Kelly talked to another couple who also needed a witness. She agreed to act as their witness, and the new bride agreed to be our witness. Ten minutes later Kelly and I were married. I know that doesn't sound very romantic, but there it is. I had to admire my bride's efficiency and organizational ability. Not too much later, I was uncorking an oversize French Champagne bottle in our hotel room. "To us," was the toast I offered. "To us," Kelly responded. She sipped a little, then put down her glass and embraced me. "Thank you so much for going through with this marriage, Danny. You must have thought I had lost my mind." "That's true, but that made you all the more attractive to me." That comment made my bride giggle and I felt some tension leave her body. "Besides, anyone else would have jumped at the chance to marry you." "That's not true at all, Danny." She sounded sad, but when she pulled out of my embrace, she was smiling. "Wanna fuck?" I couldn't have asked that question any more eloquently. "I thought you would never ask." I must say that Kelly's body was everything I imagined it would be. Perfect tits. Perfect ass. Child bearing hips. Perfect body from head to toe. Between not having eaten since that morning, and the Champagne, we got pretty drunk, but we didn't forget the condoms. I didn't need the Viagra. We fucked until we couldn't fuck anymore then fell into an exhausted sleep. Saturday morning we showered and had a late breakfast. I was curious to know whether Kelly had proposed marriage to anyone else and, if so, who he was. It sure sounded like she had, but I never found an opening to ask. The girl wasn't forthcoming and I didn't want to interrogate her. Who was I to pry anyway? I was just a temporary husband. We strolled around the hotel a bit and played some nickel slots, but we avoided the casino and neither of us had a desire to see any of the shows. We went back to our room, threw off our clothes, and cuddled in bed. We alternated between fucking and napping. That's pretty much how our weekend went. We caught a flight home on Monday morning, and drove back to campus where we both lived in the dorms. "What's next?" I asked as I got my bag out of Kelly's car. "I'll call you," Kelly responded. She kissed me, this time on the cheek. "Thanks for being such a good sport." I noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding band. She hadn't walked more than 50 feet away before a tall blond dude joined her. They kissed. He took her bag and they walked on, hand in hand. "Oh, well," I said aloud. Kelly had kept her side of the bargain. I couldn't complain about that. I had a gold wedding band and some fond memories of a weekend of great sex. I supposed the next time I saw Kelly she would have a divorce petition in hand. I went back to my dorm room and vegged out for the rest of the day. I felt depressed and not even Larry, Moe, Curly or Shemp could cheer me up. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was too laid back to be affected like this by a woman, right? Yeah, right. I decided I had to suck it up and act like it was no big deal. That included showing up to Wednesday's chemistry lab with Kelly there even if I didn't want to. We both acted as if nothing had happened between us and it was just like our previous lab classes. Well, things were a little bit different. I was more helpful during the lab and I did the cleanup afterward. Kelly asked to speak with me in private again and I just nodded my head. She led me back to the empty classroom again and closed the door. "I noticed you're still wearing your wedding band," Kelly said. "I noticed you're not wearing yours," I responded. "I didn't want to be grilled by my friends. They would have spotted that ring in a nanosecond. Uh, did anyone ask about your ring?" "Don't worry," I assured her. "The people I hang out with wouldn't notice that type of thing. Even if they did, I would still keep my promise to keep my mouth shut." "That's good." "Have you told your folks yet?" Kelly nodded. "It's mostly what I expected. I have shocked and disappointed them. I have broken Maynard's heart. There's only one thing that I did not expect." "What's that?" "They want to meet you." "Do you want me to meet them?" "Would you mind? I know it wasn't part of our deal. I think they're just curious about you. I don't think it'll be a problem, but if you don't want to, I'll understand." "I don't mind," I said. "Who knows? They might like me." "Ice water in Hell is more likely than that," Kelly responded, but at least she was smiling when she said it. She plastered her body up against mine and kissed me. The girl couldn't help feeling my boner. "Is that for me?" Kelly asked in a teasing tone of voice. "It sure is." I placed my hands on her butt and ground my prick against her so she could get a better feel. "Do you have a condom?" Christ! Was she serious? "Uh, no, but I can get a hold of one real quick." I wish I had been a Boy Scout. "I can't wait around. I have to meet my friend in a while." "I guess I'm out of luck then," I said. "Cheating on me already?" "I'll have you know I've been true to you since the day we got engaged. That's a whole week so far." "Sorry I doubted you." "That's all right. I know you saw me kissing my friend, but I didn't know you were the jealous type." I didn't know I was the jealous type either. I guess I am. Kelly surprised me by kneeling down and pulling down my jeans zipper. She released little Danny and kissed him. He leaped with joy. "Don't hold back," Kelly said. "I'm in a hurry." She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled my prick into her mouth. There's almost nothing I like better than a blow job, and getting one from a beautiful woman like Kelly is the ultimate: long, slow and leisurely. We didn't have the luxury of time though, and I aimed to oblige my lovely wife. I was concerned about making Kelly gag a bit, but after a couple of minutes or so I was filling her mouth with my cum. "Sorry I was a little rough on you there." "That's all right," Kelly responded. "I like it a little rough sometimes." We grabbed our books and walked outside the building. Kelly's friend was waiting for her. "You're late, nigger. Get over here." I tensed up, ready to attack the guy. How dare he insult my wife! Kelly must have sensed my hostility. She caressed my arm. "Keep cool," she whispered. "I'll handle this. See you tomorrow." Kelly laughed and strutted over to the clown. "Yes, massah," she drawled and they started making out. I just stood there gaping at the pair. They stopped and stared back at me. Well, the dude was gloating and Kelly was smiling with a wicked gleam in her eyes. It was then I realized Kelly was feeding her friend my cum. I smirked and Kelly winked at me. They returned to making out. I hoped her friend liked the taste of my cum. I went to the student union and got some lunch. My entire wardrobe consists of jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes. It was the way I was dressed when Kelly and I were married so I wasn't going to worry about how I was dressed when I met Kelly's parents. Kelly didn't make any comment when I met her at her car. She waited until we were out of the parking lot before slipping on her wedding band. "What's with your friend?" Kelly knew who I meant. She sighed. "I think Joel is feeling insecure so he was trying to show you that I belong to him and not you." "He knows we're married? I thought you were keeping that secret from everyone on campus." "I had to confide in someone. Besides, he's the one that suggested that I marry you since he was too chicken to do the deed." "Why would he do that?" "Joel said he meant it as a joke. He was pissed when I told him that I actually did it, that I should go ahead and marry Maynard and be his mistress. I told him that he should have married me if he loved me. He's the one I would have wanted to stay married to. I'm not so sure now." Kelly sounded like she was about to cry so I just remained silent. Kelly continued. "I lied to Joel and told him you and I were not having sex and you were only doing it for the money." "I don't even know the dude. Uh, how much money?" "Five hundred dollars and he only knows of you," Kelly said, "because I complained about you often enough." She touched my thigh as if in apology. I could imagine what she said about me and every word of it was likely the truth so that didn't bother me. It's funny I didn't even think about money until Kelly brought it up. I guess money just isn't that important to me. "I hoped he liked the taste of my cum." "Heh! I was hoping you would pick up on that. Joel won't even kiss me when it's his own cum I've been swallowing." I wasn't crazy about doing that either. "Do you like ribs?" Kelly asked. "I love ribs." "We're meeting my parents at a restaurant that's quite famous for its ribs. I've been there a lot. The thing is that it's right in the middle of the ghetto, and I don't recall ever seeing a white person dining there. You're liable to have people staring at you." I think I knew what Kelly was getting at. "Black people don't bother me. I hope I don't bother them." Kelly was right about the restaurant being in the middle of the ghetto. I got plenty of stares, mostly curious but some downright hostile. I had to admit I was kind of scared. The large warning signs at the entrance were interesting. 'All weapons must be checked at the door'. 'No gang colors or hand signals allowed'. 'Troublemakers will be shot without warning'. We also had to walk through an airport type metal detector with armed guards giving us a final frisk, a female guard for Kelly. Despite the hassle there didn't seem to be any lack of customers. People like to feel secure while dining, and this restaurant intended to provide the security. A couple of pretty girls hurried up to Kelly as soon as we entered the main dining area. They hugged her and Kelly introduced them as her sisters. Kylie was 14 years old. Katelyn was 16 years old. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," I said. The two girls gave me the once over and both looked displeased. Katelyn said, "I think it's best if you didn't speak unless spoken to. And watch what you say if you do speak." Kylie said, "And don't go trying to shake anyone's hand or you're liable to be pulling back a stump." They turned to walk away and we followed. "So far so good," I whispered. "I'm glad you think so," said Kelly. She sounded worried. "Katelyn is right though. You'd better let me do the talking and we'll be all right." "You're the boss." We arrived at the Greene family table. It looked like they had already been served. They were almost finished in fact. What was with that? I knew we weren't late in arriving. The elder Greenes were a pleasant looking middle aged couple, but not looking pleasant at the moment. They didn't look happy to see us. Mr. Greene motioned for us to sit. A waitress arrived with a couple of menus and he waved her away. Mrs. Greene sneered at me. "If I had my gun with me, I'd be using it on you right about now, whitey," she declared. I guessed I was lucky this was a weapons free restaurant. "Don't be too hard on the boy, dear," said Mr. Greene. "He's just a campus lowlife loser Kelly hired in a fool scheme to avoid a marriage to Maynard." "That's not true, Daddy," said Kelly. "Don't lie to me, girl. I had the full story hours ago. It's amazing what you can find out if the money is right. The only connection you have to this boy is that he's your lab partner in your chemistry class. Not a happy partnership either. I think you have referred to him as 'pain in the ass Danny'? So you gave the boy here five hundred dollars and went through a real marriage ceremony in Las Vegas thinking that it would be enough to get rid of poor Maynard. Tell me I'm wrong." Kelly didn't say anything. She had tears in her eyes. She stared at her lap. I was thinking Joel wasn't such a good friend to Kelly. He had sold her out for a little cash. Mr. and Mrs. Greene wore self-satisfied smiles, but the man wasn't through. "Steps are now being taken to annul the Nevada marriage. As soon as that has been finalized you will be marrying Maynard." Kelly looked up in surprise. "Maynard has forgiven you, Kelly," said Mrs. Greene. "Isn't that sweet of him?" "I don't think we'll need your cooperation," the man told me, "but if you keep your mouth shut and go along I'll add another thousand dollars to the five hundred you've already been paid. What do you say?" "I say take your money and shove it, sir. Let's get out of here, Kelly." There were gasps from the peanut gallery. "I didn't get where I am today by always being such a nice guy. If you walk out that door with my daughter there will some very mean gentlemen waiting outside who will teach you the error of your ways. You might even live to learn from the lesson they mean to teach you." "No, Daddy!" Kelly exclaimed. "I don't want Danny hurt." "That is up to you, Kelly." "I'll do what you and Momma want then. I'll marry Maynard." Kelly turned to me. "I'm so sorry I got you involved." "Don't worry about me, babe. I'm having a blast," I said. "Look, your parents were right about one thing, and that is that you made a big mistake when you came up with the idea of marrying me. Don't make an even bigger mistake." "I don't know what you mean. What bigger mistake?" "You're a grown up, an adult. It's time to start acting like one and that means making your own decisions. If you don't want to marry Maynard, tell him so and stick to your decision. Tell your parents to go fuck themselves." There were more gasps from the peanut gallery. I felt pretty good about my advice even though I knew it was hypocritical. I mean I never felt the need to grow up. "You're dead, boy," Mr. Greene hissed. "I already got that impression, okay? What are you going to tell your hired goons to do, kill me twice?" "I don't need any hired goons to take care of you. I can do that myself." The man stood up and I did too, making sure I moved away from Kelly. He was taller and heavier than me. I thought of making a run for it because I'm no fighter, but where could I run? That's when the outside light dimmed and turned sort of gray. There were shouts and screams. Then someone on the public address announced that this was a Confederacy extraction and started issuing instructions. Kelly's father temporarily lost interest in killing me. Men and women started tearing off their clothes and moving toward another part of the restaurant where an orgy seemed to be starting up. A big black woman dressed in a Confederacy Marine uniform walked up to our table. "Kelly Greene?" "That's me," said Kelly. "I'm Corporal Tonya Dupree. May I see your CAP card please?" Kelly handed it over and the Marine said, "You get four concubines." and handed her a device she called a CAP card reader. "We're a prepack," said Kelly's father. The Marine appeared to be listening to somebody else. "That's not what the AI says." "I have to discuss it with my family," said Kelly. "What's to discuss," the man demanded. "You have an obligation to your family and I expect you to fulfill it." Kelly looked down at her lap again and I almost saw her nod. "Well," I said. "You don't have to worry about divorcing me anymore and you don't have to worry about marrying Maynard. But you still have this guy running your life. What good are you going to do the Confederacy if you have to check with your daddy before carrying out an order?" "Just shut the fuck up, loser," Mr. Greene demanded. "I admit it," I responded. "I'm a loser. But take a close look at these three young women for a moment and tell me what that makes you." The man looked confused for a moment and then comprehension dawned. The next thing I knew I was flat on the ground looking up at the ceiling. My face and the back of my head were masses of pain. I was swallowing blood. The women were screaming. Mr. Greene was lying flat on the floor also surrounded by his wife, Katelyn and Kylie. Kelly was by my side. "What happened to him?" "The Marine zapped him with her phaser or whatever it is," said Kelly. She turned to the Marine. "Will my father be all right?" "He'll wake up with a humongous headache," Corporal Dupree replied. "You would be doing him a huge favor if you left him behind. I've seen his type several times before. He'll try to use his force of personality to try to get his way and it just doesn't work that way for a concubine. He'll get himself killed up there in a matter of days." Kelly nodded her head. "I would sure like to know what you meant by that statement before you got punched," Kelly told me. "I was just running off at the mouth," I said. "It didn't mean anything. Now get up there before he wakes up." "He was saying that my husband wasn't the biological father of my children." "Well, if that's what you meant, I can understand why my daddy punched you out. Momma would never cheat on Daddy." "I cheated on your father every chance I could get." All three girls gasped. "Was their father a white man?" I always thought Kelly had some Caucasian features, and when I met Mr. Greene, I knew there wasn't any way he could be her biological father. "They were three different white men." "Momma," said Katelyn, "there's a word for women like you." "The word is slut," said her mother. "I'm a slut for white men. I acted just the opposite in front of my husband for obvious reasons." "Tall blue eyed blonds and very handsome?" "Are you a mind reader or something?" "I just figured, mother like daughter," I replied. "Well, I'll be dogged." Mother looked at daughter and both giggled. Corporal Dupree was wearing a big grin. "Both of my concubines are white boys," she said. "I just love them to death. I can hardly wait until I get some time off so I can start having their babies." "So are you three interested in coming with me as my concubines? It will mean having sex with Danny and having his babies." "You want me to come too?" I was flabbergasted. "You're the best lover I've ever had and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have with me." "You now know I don't have a problem with your man being white," said Mrs. Greene. She turned to Katelyn and Kylie. "What about you two? I hope you decide to do what is necessary even if it means submitting to a white man. Your lives depend on it." "Kylie and I have our own secret," said Katelyn. "I guess it's safe to reveal now." "And what secret is that?" Kelly asked. "We like white boys, too," the younger sisters chorused and started giggling. "Can you at least get Danny's face fixed up?" Kylie asked. "Daddy did a job on it." "Honey," said the Marine, "those medtubes can fix him up better than new, and can even make him look like his sponsor's ultimate fantasy." "Would you like to look like my ultimate fantasy, Danny?" "I want whatever you want," I said, "but I'll still be pain in the ass Danny underneath." Kelly smiled and caressed my brow. I could barely see anymore with my face swelling up. It was time to go. Kelly made her formal offers of sponsorship and we all accepted. I thought there would be some hesitation or regret in leaving Mr. Greene behind, but nothing was said. Once on board the ship, I was placed in a medtube and that is the last I remembered until the technician opened the hatch. The pain was gone. Kelly was waiting for me. "I feel a lot better. Did you change me much?" "I didn't change you at all." <A sponsor may not be modified without his or her consent, Danny Bauer.>. I jumped at the voice that seemed to be inside my head and Kelly giggled. "That was the ship AI talking to you. It takes some getting used to." "I'm a sponsor? When did that happen?" "You were retested while in the medtube. You have a six point five CAP score now, high enough to be a sponsor and you get two concubines besides." <You beginning to care for someone other than yourself and your concern about sponsor Kelly Greene's effectiveness for the Confederacy gave you that extra score needed for sponsorship, Danny Bauer.> Wow! I guessed being punched out by Kelly's father was worth it. "I hope that doesn't mean we can't still be together." "I suppose we could set up a joint household if you'd like." Kelly acted shy now. "I'd like that very much." Kelly jumped into my arms. "Goody! I want to you to help raise our baby." "Our baby? You're pregnant?" "Since Sunday at 11:49:03 a.m. Pacific Standard Time. Condoms aren't foolproof you know." <That is an approximate time.>. Hot dog! I'm going to be a daddy, was my thought. I now had all the motivation I needed to help save Earth from the Swarm. "Wait a minute!" my mom blurted, interrupting my narrative. "You mean I'm going to be a grandmother?" "That's right, Mom. I guess you're starting to believe me now, huh?" "I guess. Have you selected your concubines yet?" "No, not yet. Things have been happening pretty quickly." "You have two of your own sisters that need sponsorship." Shit! Me and my big mouth! "Please, Mom, not them. I don't get along with Joan and Mary. I never have. Being a concubine is all about sex, having babies and pleasing the sponsor. Let them find some other sponsor." "All the potential sponsors have left town for the big cities to increase the odds of being picked up. Your sisters right now would mate with a billy-goat if he was sponsor level." "That billy-goat would be getting a raw deal," I muttered. "I heard that," Mom responded. "Listen, I know your sisters are no great prizes, but you already pointed out that Confederacy technology can fix their flaws." They can't fix their personalities." "There is nothing wrong with your sisters' personalities that a firm hand applied to their backsides can't solve." <Test results indicate the personalities of concubine candidate Joan Bauer and concubine candidate Mary Bauer are submissive and their behaviors would greatly benefit from light corporal punishment when warranted.> Sheesh! Even the AI agreed with my mother. I sighed in resignation. I knew I was going to take my sisters as concubines even if I bitched and moaned about it in the meantime. Anyway, that's how it went down. A friend of Kelly's was able to pull some strings to get it done since non dependents are not priority for post pick up retrievals. At the same time Kelly got a tall blue-eyed blond dude for her male concubine to replace me. His name is Tim and is a pretty nice guy. The restaurant didn't fare so well. It was burned to the ground by rioters and it was not just because the people were left behind after the Confederacy pick up. The main target for the pick up had been a black combat veterans' reunion dinner. The veterans grabbed up the restaurant staff as concubines along with all the food, drink, recipes, and just about everything else capable of being moved. The owner didn't care. He was going as a concubine. The people left behind took it out on the building. Kelly's dad got out alive and has since become a mortal enemy of the Confederacy. Kelly and I joined the Confederacy Navy. She was commissioned a lieutenant and I became a petty officer third class and Kelly's assistant. We were stationed on the moon and Kelly's task was to study various Confederacy procedures and find ways to improve efficiencies. She developed an algorithm which, in theory, improved the rates of pickups and deliveries of colonists. It didn't work in practice because of various delays and side trips ordered by the bigwigs. When Kelly suggested such delays and side trips shouldn't be allowed unless they were justified as a military necessity, her commanding officer told her that these were "command perks" and not to be tampered with. The algorithm was shelved and Kelly's projects are now under closer guidance by her superior so she doesn't get in trouble with someone in the Admiralty. Kelly is still working on some ambitious projects, but she does it on her own time and keeps it between her and the AI. My main job is to encourage and inspire Kelly. Ironic, huh? The End

Say Hello to Georgette by sourdough Copyright(C) 2011 by sourdough ------- Description: Carla's kiss came with a price. Codes: mf mm bi cd oral ------- My name is George. I'm 15 years old. My parents are divorced. I live with my mother and younger sister. I was painfully shy growing up and I didn't really have any pals to hang out with so, out of desperation, I started tagging along with my sister Fiona who was two years younger than me but much more outgoing. Fiona didn't mind because that meant she could stay out later being escorted by her big brother. Fiona liked to meet up with her girlfriends at one of their homes or at the shopping mall. No one else seemed to mind either because I never interfered with their activities. I usually just sat there and listened to them gossip or complain about boyfriends. I liked to imagine I was a sheikh and they were all my harem girls. Occasionally one of the girls would ask my opinion about something they were talking about, something they were wearing or a boy one of the girls liked. I was always complimentary or sympathetic and I never betrayed a confidence. Then they'd tease me about being the best girlfriend a girl could have. I'd be embarrassed but I craved the attention and so I took the teasing in good humor. "He'd rather be your boyfriend, Carla" said Fiona. Carla was my sister's "best friend forever" and we were visiting her home. I felt my ears burning. I did have a crush on Carla but I never said a word to anyone. Carla just nodded and smiled like it was old news to her. "Is that true, George? Would you like to be my boyfriend?" I smiled and nodded my head. Was it possible? "I'm afraid I already have a boyfriend, but you can still be my girlfriend. Would you like that?" "I'm a guy," I replied. I should have known she was teasing me. "You make a better girl than some girls I know," Carla replied. "Prettier too," Fiona added and both girls giggled. I suppose that gave Carla ideas because she left the room and came back with a makeup kit. I was apprehensive when I saw a mischievous look in her eyes. "You'd be even prettier with a little makeup." "I'm not going to start wearing makeup." I started to back away. "Oh please, George," Carla begged. "We'll just try a little lipstick. Okay? It's nothing permanent." "I don't think so." "Pretty please? I'll give you a big kiss if you let me put some lipstick on you." "A kiss?" At that point in my life I would have sold my soul for a kiss from a pretty girl. It was just us three together this time. What could it hurt I reasoned. Carla took my silence as assent. She took a little brush and took a few swipes at some lipstick. She sat down beside me and told me to part my lips and hold still. I obeyed and felt a light touch on my lips from the brush. Carla finished with the brush and had me blot my lips on some tissue. She handed me a mirror. "Gross," I exclaimed. It wasn't really but I was unsettled by how ... feminine I looked. I picked up a tissue to wipe it off but Carla grabbed my wrist. "Don't you want your kiss, Georgette?" Georgette? "Yeah sure ... but..." "Then leave the lipstick on, Georgette or I can't kiss you. I can't kiss George. That would be cheating on my boyfriend. But I can kiss Georgette all I want. Do you understand, Georgette?" I didn't really but I nodded my head anyway. "Good girl," said Carla and kissed me right on the lips. It wasn't one of those quick smooches either. It was one of those mouth wide open screen kisses where the orchestral strings come up into a big crescendo. I was in heaven. "Whoa, Carla!" said Fiona. "I didn't know you were into other girls." "Well, now you know," Carla replied. I decided right there I could be Georgette and wear lipstick for Carla anytime as long as I could kiss her like this and no one else knew. "What are you girls doing to that poor boy," said a voice nearby. Darn! It was Carla's mother standing in the doorway. "There's no boy here right now, Mom. This is Georgette and we're just sharing a lesbian kiss." "I don't see any Georgette." "Show her, Georgette." I would rather have sunk through the floor and died but I didn't want to displease Carla so I lifted my head. Carla's mother, Mrs. Johnson, shook her head and smiled. "That lipstick shade isn't your color, honey," said the woman. "That's the only one I could find quickly," said Carla. "Could you help me maybe improve her looks, Mom? Please?" "Stand up for me, will you sweetie?" I stood up wondering where this was going. I didn't want to look more girly than I already was. Mrs. Johnson gave me a once over inspection. "Clear complexion, small boned, delicate hands. How old are you, baby?" "I'm fifteen." "That old? I took you for a lot younger." "Everyone thinks that." I've always been small for my age and still have that androgynous look of a younger boy. I'm still a long way from shaving and my voice hasn't deepened even though I've reached puberty. "She still gets invited to children's birthday parties," Fiona interjected. "I do not!" The last time that happened was almost a year ago. I'm hopeful it won't happen again. "You have eyelashes most girls would kill for. Yeah, my guess is that you could be turned into a real pretty brunette." "Wouldn't she have to grow out her hair, Mom? Couldn't she wear a wig?" "Well, I could do a lot more if she had longer hair, but I think she has enough to work with right now. A decent wig is too expensive. Of course, I won't do anything that'll get me in trouble and absolutely nothing against her will. I'm not going to hogtie her." Darn! I wished they stopped using the feminine pronoun when referring to me. Mrs. Johnson was a partner in a hair salon so I guess she knew how to make women beautiful but I wasn't a woman. "I don't think I want to go any further with this," I said. I didn't want to be girlified. "Oh, please don't say that, Georgette. We'll have so much fun. And no one will know outside of this room. I promise." Carla pressed her boob against my upper arm. She batted her eyelashes and gave me a pleading look with her most winning smile. I knew I was dead meat. Fiona giggled and Mrs. Johnson smirked. I fell back into my usual silence as Carla, Fiona and Mrs. Johnson discussed how to "improve my looks". Translate that into making me look more feminine. Doubts began to crowd my mind once again. I was willing to put up with the lipstick because I liked kissing Carla but I wanted to be her boyfriend, not her girlfriend. I decided to excuse myself and leave but not before wiping off that ridiculous lipstick. Carla must have had mind reading powers because she grabbed my hand before I moved a muscle, guided it onto her lap and held it there. I could feel her thighs! I blushed once again. Would she notice the stiffy I just sprouted? I think she did because she glanced down at my crotch and smiled. I was in this 13 year-old girl's power once again and she knew it. Nothing was decided except that I was to let my hair grow out. Summer vacation was coming up and I usually had it cut real short so I wouldn't have to worry about it until school started up in the fall. I promised to meet everyone at the hair salon the next day after getting assurances they had plenty of male clients and my presence there wouldn't be seen as unusual. Mrs. Johnson said she'd have some ideas for my new look. Mrs. Johnson took a picture of me and took my measurements; height and weight as well as chest, waist, hips and a whole bunch of other measurements. She even checked my shoe size. "Skinny as a rail and as flat as a board," she said, "but we'll come up with something." I was finally allowed to go the bathroom and remove the lipstick while Carla and Fiona had a brief private conference in her bedroom. Fiona smirked all the way on the walk home but she didn't say much. By the time we returned home I was once again out from under Carla's spell. I swore this was the end of this particular adventure even if it meant I wouldn't be able to kiss or even visit her again. At dinner Fiona started telling Mom how Carla's mom had offered me tips on dressing and grooming as well as working with me to improve my self confidence. She made it sound like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity; the greatest thing since popped corn. She was lobbying Mom for her support. "Why that's wonderful, George," said Mom. "I hope you accepted Mrs. Johnson's kind offer." Of course Fiona left out some important facts like Carla's desire to make me look like a girl. I didn't want to try and explain that. It would be too embarrassing. So I opted for evasiveness. "Well, uh ... I told her I'd think about it." "You did not," said Fiona. "You said you'd meet with her at the hair salon tomorrow. I heard you." "Yeah, but I've decided not to, okay?" "Is there any particular reason, George?" "Um ... I think Carla wants me to be ... girly." I said it. I couldn't believe how humiliated I felt. I felt my whole face flushing in embarrassment. "Girly?" "Sophisticated, Mom," said Fiona. She sounded indignant. "My best friend's mother wants to teach him a few social graces. That's all. George thinks the only way to get a girlfriend is to act like a caveman like most of the boys at school. I'm afraid that's something you can't pull off, big brother. "Besides, Mrs. Johnson said she'd be working on some ideas for him and now to find out she's wasting her time. I'll just die if I lose my friendship with Carla over this, Mother." "Call her up and tell her I changed my mind. Mrs. Johnson probably hasn't even started." "You call her up, you coward. I'm not your private secretary." "I have to agree with your sister on this," Mom said. "No one forced you to make this commitment. You call Mrs. Johnson right now and cancel or you show up at your appointed time and go through with it. You don't have to continue if you don't like it. But for the life of me, I don't know why you don't want to do it. You'll probably be spending the entire summer on that computer playing games when you could be learning something useful." It would have been so much easier to explain to my mother exactly what happened earlier that afternoon with the lipstick and all. She would've understood then. But I didn't. My sister knew I wouldn't because she's right about one thing; I'm a coward. I decided I wasn't going to call and I wasn't going to show up either. I mean, what were they going to do, sue me? As soon as I left the dinner table Fiona asked to talk to me in her room. I figured she wanted to see if she could talk me into cooperating with Carla. It would be a waste of time as far as I was concerned but I went anyway just to find out what she had to say. I had a nasty surprise waiting for me when I walked into her room. My sister's computer was running and she had a lipsticked image of me on her laptop screen. "I took some video of you with my phone this afternoon," said Fiona. "Carla already has a copy of everything. The stills go on Carla's Facebook page and the video will be posted to Youtube if you don't cooperate completely with our plans for you." "Plans? It ... uh doesn't look that bad," I countered. It really didn't. "No, but you know what people will think anyway. Do you realize how many friends Carla has on her Facebook page?" It was probably a lot. I knew I was a screwed pigeon. I turned around and left. People tend to show their true colors when they get something on you. Carla's and Fiona's true colors were black, black and black. Did I mention the color black? Just as black as their souls. My crush on Carla had been crushed. I barely slept that night. When I did finally doze off I had a horrific nightmare. In my nightmare I'd been turned into a beautiful maiden with huge boobs. My male genitals had been magically removed and replaced with a pussy. I was wearing a skimpy costume that didn't hide anything. I was completely vulnerable. Three big ugly men with huge pricks had grabbed me and were raping me. My pussy, mouth and anus were being violated simultaneously. My face and body were covered with cum. Other men were lined up out the door waiting for their turn at me. Carla and Fiona were in the room too. They had video cameras and were faithfully recording the whole scene. I woke with a shout. I was covered with sweat. My heart was racing and I was gasping like I was out of breath. I finally realized it was just a nightmare and tried to calm down but I swear I still felt the weight of those phantom boobs hanging from my chest. I was sure those rapists were going to grab me again the moment I closed my eyes. I had to stop downloading those Japanese hentai images. I decided right then and there I wasn't going to the hair salon. I wasn't going to let those girls turn me into a girl--complete with boobs and pussy. Let them post that stupid video and those dumb still images. I'd survive the inevitable ridicule ... somehow ... eventually. Or maybe not. My common sense ... or my cowardice started reasserting itself. I sighed in resignation. Fiona told Mom at breakfast that I'd reconsidered and was going to show up to my appointment. Mom said she was glad for me. I just shrugged my shoulders and didn't say anything. I was lucky I didn't have any exams that day and none of the teachers called on me. My mind was a complete blank except for worrying what the girls were going to do to me once I got to the hair salon. The junior high school lets out a little earlier than the high school so Carla and Fiona were waiting for me when I got out. They escorted me to the salon where Mrs. Johnson was waiting. She took us back to a private room and sat me down in a swivel chair. There was a large mirror and wash basin with all kinds of bottles, combs, scissors and other barber implements. She showed me pictures of both men and women in what she called unisex styles. They looked okay with either sex. "Which one do you prefer, honey?" To tell the truth, I didn't prefer any of them. I wanted to jump out of the chair and run out of there. Taking my usual cowardly stance, I deferred to Carla who chose what I considered the most feminine of the styles. I should have known she would do that. "Are you sure about this, sweetie? You look kind of nervous." "I am nervous, but uh ... go ahead." I really believed I didn't really have a choice. In the next hour my hair was shampooed, conditioned, cut, curled, shaped and even tinted with blond highlights. While all this was going on I was getting a manicure and a pedicure. I listened to them talk about hair, nail and skin care nonstop. My eyes glazed over and they knew I wasn't going to remember all that but Carla and Fiona said they'd make sure I did everything I was told. I was dreading what would happen next but Mrs. Johnson said she didn't have the time right now and that we should take things slowly anyway. I had to agree with that. The next step could take place 50 years from now as far as I was concerned. I wasn't in a hurry. Well, my hair wasn't the disaster that I feared. It looked pretty good and I felt pretty good. That didn't last long. Carla and Fiona took me next door to a piercing parlor and had my ears pierced with starter stud earrings. I wanted to cry. "Don't be such a baby," Carla said. "Lots of guys get their ears pierced these days. Fiona and I will help you take care of them so your ears don't fall off." Both girls giggled but I wasn't amused. I thought Mom would freak when she saw the pierced ears but her only comment was that I looked very handsome. Fiona called me into her bedroom later that evening and I cringed. I already started to associate my sister's bedroom with bad news. I wasn't wrong. "You're going to practice applying your own lipstick." I was tempted to punch her in the face right then but I knew I couldn't. She sat me down at her desk. There was a lipstick tube, a hand mirror and a box of tissues. She demonstrated on herself and then had me practicing for the next half hour. I thought I had it down pretty good after about 15 minutes but she insisted I continue. "You'll get to the point where you'll be able apply your lipstick perfectly without even thinking about it." "I don't want to get to that point," I replied. "Not only do I not want to do it, I don't want to even think about doing it." "That's not your choice now." I thought my sister was finished with me but no such luck. She had me applying skin moisturizers all over the place while she checked and cleaned my ear piercings. "I've always wanted a sister and now I have one." "I'm not your sister, Fiona. I'm your brother. I wish you and Carla would stop with this B.S. It's gone too far already." "You'll need to shave your legs. I can give you a razor." She held up a Lady Bic. "I'm not going to shave my legs." "Yes you will ... eventually." She opened one of her dresser drawers and drew out a pair of panties. "Here. Wear these tonight." She thrust them at me and I jumped back like it was a red hot branding iron. That got my sister giggling. I went back to my room. I just hoped I wouldn't have any more nightmares from this experience. I'm pretty much a nonentity at my school. No one takes notice of me and it's something I'd come to accept. So I was really surprised when one of the pretty girls from my algebra class started talking to me. "I really like what you did with your hair," she said. "Uh, thanks," I replied. I wasn't sure how to react. I just hoped she wasn't being sarcastic. "And pierced ears, huh? Cool!" That was just about the extent of my conversation with her but it was really something for me. We wished each other good luck with our finals and then she was gone. So, I thought, maybe something good can come out of something bad. Carla and Fiona pretty much left me alone during finals week. I say pretty much but not completely. Fiona still made me take a break from my studying to practice applying lipstick. She also helped me with my hair in the morning. I started using the shampoo and conditioner Mrs. Johnson sent along and also a shower cap she'd given me. Fiona and I did go over to Carla's once during the week. Mrs. Johnson was home at the time and she wanted to trim and pluck my eyebrows. I wasn't enthusiastic. "A clean eyebrow line isn't unmasculine, sweetie. It's a part of good grooming." I still declined until the girls gave me the evil eye. I let her go ahead and do it. The results still looked kind of girly to me but what could I do? Fortunately nobody at school noticed. I knew the girls had more plans for me. I just didn't know when the other shoe would drop. I celebrated the end of the school term by playing computer games all weekend and sleeping in on the following Monday. I heard my bedroom door open but I kept my eyes closed and hoped my sister would go away. "Good morning, sleepyhead." My eyes popped open. It wasn't Fiona's voice. It was Carla's. "Uh, Carla?" "I've come to reward you for being such a good girl lately." She started pulling back my covers but I kind of panicked and grabbed them back. "Don't you want your reward?" "I'm not dressed." I usually sleep in my jockey shorts on warm nights. "But that's good," she replied. "I can't give you your reward any other way." I mentioned before that my crush on Carla was over but that doesn't mean I wasn't still attracted to her. She wanted me undressed. Was she going to let me have sex with her? That would be a dream come true. I let go of the covers and Carla pulled them back to the foot of the bed. My prick was rock hard and not just because it was my morning woody. Carla got on the bed with me although she remained dressed and we started kissing. I would have been satisfied with lots of kissing but her next words nearly gave me a heart attack. "Would you like me to give you a hand job?" "Uh, yeah ... sure." My mother couldn't be home. A glance at the bedside clock confirmed she'd left for work. I briefly wondered where Fiona was lurking. "But you have to let me tie your hands to the bedpost so you can't grab me." "I won't grab you. I promise." "I'm not taking any chances." Carla started to get up and I panicked again. "You can tie me!" She smiled and reached into a bag. She brought out a pair of Velcro cuffs and my hands were soon secure to the bed post. She wasn't finished though. After removing my shorts, she produced another pair of cuffs that secured my ankles to the bottom posts. I was completely helpless. I have to give Carla credit. I was ready to cum the moment she first caressed my dick. Instead she made it last well over ten minutes. It might have gone on longer except the little beauty swirled her tongue around the head. It was too much for me. I started spurting. Carla gave a little squeak of surprise and let it finish squirting into the palm of her hand. "Did you get all of that?" "I sure did." Rats! The door had been left ajar and my dear sister was there recording the entire scene on a video camera. Carla scooped up some cum with her index finger and stuck it in her mouth. "Delicious! Do you want to try it, Fiona?" Fiona blushed but nodded. "It's tasty," Fiona said. "You should try it, Georgette." "The rest is for her." I knew what was coming but I couldn't escape. I struggled in my bonds, clenched my teeth and shook my head. It didn't do any good. Carla pinched my nostrils closed and waited until I had to open my mouth to breathe. I was forced to swallow my own cum load. "We're going to fix you up and dress you up today, Georgette. You'd better cooperate completely or you know what'll happen." Yeah, I knew. Fixing me up included sticking me into a tub full of water scented with bath salts. I had to shave my legs and underarms. My fingernails and toenails were painted a bright pink. My lipstick color matched. I wore a blue top with a sailor collar and a matching skirt. The skirt's hem ended at mid thigh. I wore a padded bra stuffed with tissue. My footwear consisted of a pair of pink tennis shoes and knee socks. A straw hat topped it off with a wide blue ribbon that hung off the back. I looked like a preteen schoolgirl. The ultimate humiliation was when Carla handed me a pair of girl's panties and told me to put them on. "I was wearing these just this morning," she said. "You should feel honored." Feeling honored was the least of what I felt. I looked at Carla's panties. They looked like an ordinary pair of panties. But what if they were magical panties? What if when I slipped them on, my dick and balls melted away and were replaced with a pussy? As you might be able to tell, I have an active imagination and it's always trying to scare me. It succeeds more often than not. I held my breath and slipped on Carla's panties. I exhaled a sigh of relief as my genitals remained whole after coming in contact with the silky material. In fact I sprouted a stiffy. How humiliating! I was turned on with wearing girls' panties. No, not any girls' panties. These were Carla's panties. Just this morning, her pussy was being hugged by this very same cloth. That was the reason. I wasn't a sissy. I wanted to wear my jockey shorts over the panties because it seemed to cancel out the shame of wearing the panties. That was my reasoning anyway. The girls just laughed and said no. They continued recording my humiliation. "Are you two finished having your fun," I asked. "Can I go get changed now?" "The day has just started, Georgette. We're going to take a walk now." "I'm not going to walk outside looking like this." "You'll do anything we tell you to do, Georgette, or you'll regret it." Well, this was a fine mess I'd gotten myself into and there didn't seem to be any way to escape whichever way I turned. We walked over to Carla's house. It was ten minutes away but it felt like it took forever; a condemned prisoner walking the last mile. I walked between the girls. They each held a hand as if to prevent me from bolting. We arrived uneventfully and I breathed a sigh of relief as if the worst was over. I was wrong. We walked into the den and I gasped in terror. Standing there was a guy I recognized. I didn't know his name but he was an upperclassman at my school. "Hi, cuties," he said. I started to back away but the girls pushed me into his arms. "I'm a guy," I exclaimed and I tried to push away but he held me fast. He was strong. "You sure don't look like a guy. You smell pretty, too." He sat down on the loveseat and pulled me into his lap. "Let go of me!" I struggled but it was useless. He was actually playing with me; letting me wear myself out. I finally got a good punch in and all I did was annoy him. He slapped me on my exposed thigh. Tears of pain and frustration started from my eyes and my resistance ebbed. I could feel his boner poking my thigh. "I'm not gay." "I'm not either," he replied with a laugh. "You look like a girl, Georgette," said Carla, "but that's not enough. You now have to learn how to be a girl. One of the things girls have to learn early on is how to please a guy. Fred here is going to teach you how to please him just like a girl should." "You bitch!" I yelled. "All girls are bitches, Georgette. And you're going to my bitch at least for today. So how about giving me a kiss?" "Please let me go," I begged. "Where's my kiss?" Out of desperation I kissed him on the cheek. "What kind of kiss is that?" He grabbed my chin and planted a big kiss right on my lips. I couldn't stop him. I was so disgusted I punched him again. I should have known better after the last time I punched him. This time he turned me over his knee, pulled up my skirt and started spanking my bottom. It felt like by butt was on fire from the first time he struck me. I started cussing and threatening him but Fred just right on spanking me. Finally I was crying and begging him to stop. "Are you going to hit me again?" "No!" "Are you going to disobey me again?" "No!" "Are you going to be my girl?" "Yes!" I meant it too. I was completely subdued. I'd be anything he wanted me to be. Fred finally let me up and I immediately crawled into his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder for a few minutes to recover. When Fred started kissing me again I was kissing back. When he told me to kneel down in front of him I knew what he wanted. At least I thought I did. I unzipped his fly and freed his cock from its confinement. I started giving him a hand job just like Carla had given me earlier. "Use your mouth, Georgette." I was startled and scared but I didn't consider disobeying my tormentor. I'd seen plenty of videos of girls giving guys blow jobs on porn sites. I just never imagined I'd be one of those girls. I copied the technique I'd seen just trying to get it over with. It seemed like forever but Fred finally blew his load into my mouth. I swallowed it all and controlled my urge to vomit it all back up. He seemed pleased. The worst of it was having an audience behind me commenting and giggling. "I have to get Georgette cleaned up before our mom gets home," said Fiona. We walked home. I removed the nail polish, took a shower and went to bed. I told Fiona to tell Mom that I was catching up on my sleep because of playing computer games all night. I cried myself to sleep. I thought I was going to get a break when Carla and Fiona were invited by another girl to join her family at a seaside cottage for an entire month. They were caught up in the excitement of getting ready to leave and I was quickly forgotten. Or so I thought. Just before leaving, Fiona told me that Fred was in charge of me until their return and I'd better do as I was told or my last spanking would feel like a love pat. I had thoughts of running away but I finally resigned myself to being further abused. Fred didn't waste any time. Within an hour of Fiona's departure, he called and told me he was on his way to pick me up. I thought about asking if I should dress as Georgette but he didn't say anything about it one way or the other. I figured he'd tell me in person. I was standing in the driveway when he arrived and I got in the car. "Did your sister talk to you?" "Yeah, uh ... I'm supposed to do everything you tell me to do." I felt like crying. "Good enough," he replied and pulled out of the driveway. "Where are we going?" "To the mall." "What are we going to do there?" "We're going to meet girls." "Girls?" "Yeah. Girls are these cute little things that sort of look like guys except that they have tits and cunts. I'll point some out to you." "I know what they are." I couldn't help laughing. "But why?" "I felt kind of bad about what those bitches talked me into doing to you. So when they asked me to watch over you while they were gone, I figured I'd make it up to you by showing you the right way to deal with girls." I sure didn't expect this. "It won't do any good. I'm too shy and they'd probably laugh at me or tell me to get lost." "I'm pretty good at meeting girls but that still happens to me. So what? I just take the attitude that I'm doing them a favor by talking to them. You do the same." "I wouldn't know what to say." The thought of trying to talk to a strange girl was very scary to me. "I'll teach you what to say. I usually get them interested by telling them a story. Girls love stories. I've got this new one that I'm trying out and it's turning out to be one of my best. You'll see what mean when I tell it." Fred told me the only thing I had to do for now was to stand by him, smile and act friendly. We approached two girls sitting at a table in the food court and he just started talking to them. Everything was all right until he started telling the girls his story. It was about these two girls he knew who were turning this guy into a girl. I just about fainted. He was telling them my story! I was there to be the butt of the joke. Eventually he was going to point at me and say, "Say hello to Georgette." That didn't happen. Before he got too far into the story Fred said, "We have to go." The girls wanted to hear the rest of the story. They didn't want us to go but Fred said we had to meet some friends. The girls offered their email addresses and made us promise to tell them the rest of the story. "See how easy it is," Fred asked after we left the girls. "Easy for you maybe," I replied. "You'll learn." "Why didn't we stay? They wanted us to." "They wanted to hear the rest of the story. If you give a girl everything she wants, she'll lose interest. This way we maintain interest. Anyway, meeting and getting accepted by the girls is what I wanted to show you." We went to a different part of the mall and approached another group of girls. I noticed Fred didn't vary his pitch by much. It was almost like he was working from a script. He confirmed that later saying what he was doing was much like an actor or a salesman worked. One of the girls asked me if I knew the people Fred was talking about. I nodded my head. "The guy's a sad case," I said. "They even have him wearing panties." The girls laughed hysterically. I didn't feel bad because it was like we were talking about someone else; not me. Later that week Fred had me initiating the approaches. I blew it badly the first several times but Fred was there to offer advice and encouragement. My confidence soared after my first successful approach and I learned not to be hard on myself after being rejected on later approaches. I got better at it. It was actually fun. The month passed quickly and Carla and Fiona were due back soon. I wanted to do something special to thank Fred but I wasn't sure what it would be. I surprised the heck out of myself with the next words out of my mouth. "Are you interested in seeing Georgette again?" "Why? Has she been asking about me?" I nodded my head. "I think she cares about you a lot but ... you never call." "I'm kind of surprised. I thought she'd be glad to see the last of me after our last meeting." "She was awfully mad at you. That's for sure. But you did give her some strange feelings that were kind of scary ... but she kind of liked. I dunno. You don't have to if you don't want to. Do you think she's being a slut?" "I do want to see her again and no, I don't think she's being a slut. Do you think she'll be available tomorrow?" "She'll be waiting for you anytime you want." The frightening thing about was that I meant what I said. After Mom left for work the next morning, I bathed and shaved my legs and under arms. I painted my nails and tried on one of Fiona's negligees. It was a bra and panty set with a vest. I couldn't do anything with the bra not having boobs so I just left it off. I checked myself in the mirror. I thought I looked stupid. I knew Fred would laugh and tease me. This wasn't one of my more brilliant ideas, but I had committed to it and was determined to see it through. Besides, I could see Fred's car pulling up in the driveway. I opened the front door and stood there, waiting to be judged. Fred walked in and my heart leapt. "I've missed you," he said. "I've missed you, too," I whispered. Fred took me into his arms and we kissed. It wasn't a gay kiss. I was a girl being kissed by a boy. I was Georgette. This time it felt right. I led him to the sofa and knelt down between his legs. I unzipped his fly and promptly bent to my task. My goal was to make up for the hard time I gave him the last time I was Georgette. Also I wanted to enjoy the experience this time, to be a girl. It lasted much longer. I sucked and swallowed the very last drop of his cum load. "Am I getting better?" "Much better," Fred replied. "You were already better than Carla and Fiona that last time." His words made me feel proud. "Are you ready to become a woman," he asked. I was confused by the question until he took something out of his pocket. It was a tube of lubricant. I realized he wanted to take me in the ass. "I won't force you," Fred added. "It's your decision." He couldn't have missed the fright and uncertainty in my expression. "Can I think about it? I'm not used to even being a girl yet." "Take all the time you need," Fred replied. "May I take you to lunch, Georgette?" "I'd like that." I cleaned up and put on my schoolgirl outfit. We drove to the mall and walked around hand in hand just like we were a couple. Well, we were exactly that as far as I was concerned. We had Chinese in the food court. "I'm worried about what's going to happen when Carla and Fiona get back," I said. "It's too bad you don't have some shit on them so you could get them to leave you alone." "I have all kinds of shit on them," I gasped. Fiona and the other girls she hung out with usually treated me like a piece of furniture and I heard all kinds of stuff that would ruin friendships and cause all sorts of mayhem if I started repeating it to the right people. Why should I keep quiet if they were treating me this way? My smile told Fred volumes. He shrugged his shoulders like it was a no-brainer. After we finished lunch Fred bought me my own negligee and a couple of pairs of panties. He took me home and I walked in the front door. Mom was home early. "We have to talk," she gasped when she saw me. Well, I told her practically everything although I did censor some of it. I assured her I wasn't gay but bisexual (at least with Fred) and I wasn't thinking about a sex change operation. She was furious with the girls for blackmailing me into cross dressing. She promised that there would be hell to pay when Fiona got home. It was hard but I talked her into letting me take care of it. I told her how my friend had really helped my self esteem and it wouldn't have happened without the girls blackmailing me. Mom said she did notice my self confidence had soared in the past month but she wasn't sure why. She was happy for me but she wasn't going to let my sister escape punishment completely. I asked her to play dumb and she finally agreed. Carla and Fiona weren't finished with me but I was finished with them. When they threatened me I threatened them right back. They actually had the gall to be shocked and outraged by my threatening them back. Then they told they were already getting bored playing with me anyway. I believe that's called sour grapes. When school started in September my new openness with people was reciprocated in kind. The girl that talked to me in algebra is now in my geometry class. Her name is Katy. We've gone out on some double dates with Fred and one of his girlfriends. Fiona's social life is much more restricted lately. The same thing happened to Carla after Mom had a talk with Mrs. Johnson. They think life is so unfair. With my hair growing out Mrs. Johnson is ready to give me a new style. Mom is still uncomfortable with my cross dressing but she's given me some money to buy more outfits when I'm out with Fred as Georgette. She's also teaching me more about cosmetics. Life couldn't be better for me now as George ... or Georgette. ------- The End -------

Slingshot Bill, Chapter 2 by sourdough I was telling y'all about moving close to Austin an' getting another wife but I wuzn't gonna tell you no more unless you told me how y'all liked my story so far. Well, enough of you said you did that I decided to tell you a bit more. The other wife comes later in my story so I better not get ahead of myself. The ranch we bought belonged to a widder that wanted to move to Tarrant County where her son now lived. She already sold off the livestock an' everything else so there wuzn't much left except the buildings, a corral an' fences. Of the buildings there wuz the ranch house, a barn and a bunk house where the hired help stayed. There wuzn't no hired help left an' that wuz fine with me. I intended to use that building as sleeping quarters for the children while we gradually built on the main house. Buyin' the ranch took a lot of the fortune left to me by Missus Magillicuddy. Also, nine wives an' twice as many children eat a lot of food an' that's just in one day. I had to find a way to make some money so we wouldn't slip into lean times. I was making a fair livin' horse breedin' before movin' to Austin. Well, around Austin there seemed to be horse breeders galore. I had to find somethin' different. First things first though. I bought a dairy cow, some egg layin' hens and a rooster. We also planted a vegtable garden. Most important though was my trusty slingshot. There wuz plenty of rabbits an' other critters around that a man could feed his family with so we would never starve. Rex was still a good huntin' dog but he was getting kind of old and slowin' down so I figured it was about time to retire him. Hope was way ahead of me there. She bought a bitch for Rex to breed with and a couple of puppies. I decided that each child should be taught how to handle a slingshot. That included the girls. In fact, the first one I taught was my oldest child Charity. She took right to it and helped teach her younger brothers and sisters how to hunt with the slingshot when they got old enough. Not all of them became expert shots but even the least of them did a good job of keepin' critters at bay that wanted to make a meal out of the chickens or the garden. It was good self protection too as I can testify to. As far as the children wuz concerned they each had nine mommas and as far as the women wuz concerned they each had 18 children. They loved each one the same way with no favorites. That kept everythin' simple. It was too hard tryin' to figure out and explain who was your real momma or who could call Florry or Hannah Grandma an' who couldn't, who might be an aunt or a cousin or some such. Even when they wuz babies, one mother's teat was as good as another's as long as there wuz milk to be had. Of course, the wives knew which of the babies squirted out from between their legs, but like I said, it was a lot easier if everyone didn't play no favorites. Anyway, things got to be running pretty smooth so I could concentrate on earnin' a livin'. That didn't last long. When we wuz livin' out in the middle of nowhere nobody much come by to stick their noses in my business. Since we moved close to the big city there wuz a lot more people around an' they all seemed curious about us. I guess it's to be expected when they start seein' a passel of women an' children around with only one man. It started innocent enough. My nearest neighbor came by an' introduced his self. I could tell he was mighty curious by what he saw but I didn't offer no explanation and he was too polite to pry. He must have told others though cuz the next thing I knew there was a whole parade of people "just happenin' by" to introduce themselves to the new neighbors. Jerusha! I didn't realize I had so many neighbors. "We could sell tickets for the viewin'," said Polly. "I ain't interested in makin' money that way," I replied. "I'd much prefer they stayed away." Some of the people wuz just wanted to gawk but some of them, I could tell, wuz up to no good. Men who wuz just plain galoots wuz stoppin' askin' for work even when it wuz plain I didn't have no use for them. They wuz shore eyein' the women though an' like I said before I knew they wuz up to no good. I had a bad feelin' I wuz gonna regret moving here. I decided to call a meeting of the wives to discuss security. "I think we are going to have trouble here before long with all the saddle tramps comin' by and eyein' you women. Somebody's liable to get hurt if we don't do some plannin' before trouble starts." "We wuz thinkin' the same thing," said Beth. "That's why we drew up these plans. You can look them over an' tell us if we missed anything." She handed me a map of the ranch an' surrounding terrain with defensive positions an' hidin' places for the children. "It looks okay to me," I said. I shoulda known Beth would already be thinking this out. I wuz right proud of her. "I'm glad you think so." "I see everybody's name on here except mine." "That's cuz we figured if there's gonna be trouble the galoots would wait until you wuz away." "That makes sense but what if I'm here?" "Then you should get out of the way as soon as possible." "What are you talking about? I ain't no coward. If there's goin' to be trouble then I'm goin' to be in the thick of it to protect my wives an' children." "I knew he wouldn't agree," said Philomena. "He's so stubborn. Just like a man." "Well, I just happen to be a man," I replied. "Perhaps you should explain your reasonin' on how I should go hide while you women fight." "It's perfectly logical," said Polly. "Men aren't afraid of women. They're afraid of other men. If a gang of galoots rides in meanin' to do us harm, it won't be to kill the women but they might kill the man in order to get to us. The galoots will think we're defenseless but that will be their mistake." "That makes a lot of sense," I allowed, "but it still seems cowardly." "General Lee didn't really lead his troops into battle where he might have been hurt or killed," Polly replied. "He was in a safe area where he could observe the battle and direct his troops." "So now I should think of myself as General Lee?" "Yes, in a matter of speakin'," said Beth. "Better yet, just think of yourself as the most important person in this family and we'd all be lost without you." There was agreement heard all around the table and I felt right embarrassed. General Lee was probably glad he never had to fight a woman's logic. He woulda lost every time. Everyone said they wuz willin' to kill to protect what was precious to us which was each other. Florry handed me a list of things to buy includin' more weapons an' ammunition as well as a list of suppliers where I would get the best prices. Her experience from runnin' a store wuz comin' in handy. It was more money goin' out but it is wuz necessary. "I gotta get some money comin' in soon," I said. They all started jabberin' at once with suggestions. "One at a time," I exclaimed. "Philomena and I can go bounty huntin'," said Beth. "I ain't gonna let you two go bounty huntin'." "Why not? It's not like we ain't collected bounties before. There's good money in it and it sure has come in handy." "We didn't go huntin' for no bounties," I replied. "Those galoots come to us." "Well, we wouldna known about the bounties on those galoots without first seein' their wanted posters. Why don't you let me at least me go collect a batch of those posters? You never know, some of those galoots comin' around here might have bounties on them. We can arrest them or shoot 'em when they ride in to stare at us." That got giggles from the rest of the women an' I tried to change the subject. "Any other suggestions?" The subject of cattle ranchin' came up but I wasn't interested. My pa tried it an' he went broke pretty quick. Heck! Some of the experienced ranchers wuz havin' a rough time of it what with the price of cattle goin' down. The cost of raisin' cattle never seemed to go down. There wuz some other suggestions but they wuz things I didn't want to get involved in because of time, talent or risk. I said I would consider everythin' an' then ended the meetin'. I knew I wuzn't goin' to hear the last of Beth's bounty huntin' idea. I wuz right. She had Philomena's support an' she had a way of gettin' the other wives on her side too. They just plain wore down my resistance. After listenin' to them harp for a while, I told Beth I'd let her go ahead an' get those wanted posters but there was no way I wuz goin' to allow her to chase galoots for reward money. So the next time I had to go into town for supplies, I told Beth she could come with me and we'd pick up wanted posters at the sheriff's office. About half way in, we heard shooting an' saw two galoots firing at another who had taken cover behind some rocks. A dead horse wuz layin' nearby. One of the pair took notice of us and fired a shot our way. He wasn't a very good shot or maybe he wuz just warnin' us off, but Beth an' I jumped off the buckboard an' hid behind some rocks just as a precaution. I should mention my sister/wife did not neglect to grab her Winchester Model 94 as we took cover. I'd given it to her for her last birthday and I had a feelin' that galoot wuz gonna regret firin' on us. I wuz right. Beth seldom missed what she wuz aimin' at an' wuz a dead shot at that range. That's exactly what the galoot wuz on Beth's first shot. He wuz dead. His pardner looked surprised an' then confused. He fired our way, but he wuz dead a moment later from Beth's second shot. The other galoot wuz the smart one. He put down his weapon an' raised his hands. He started walkin' toward us. "He's wearin' a badge," said Beth. She lowered her rifle an' we relaxed though we didn't lose our cover just to be safe. The law man didn't lower his hands. Like I said. He wuz smart. He got close enough to shout. "I'm a United States Marshal," he called. "You can put your hands down," I replied an' stepped out to meet him. "That wuz some mighty fine shootin', Mister. You saved my life an' I'm grateful. Is your missus all right?" "My sister wuz the marksman," I replied. He gasped in surprise an' then Beth stepped out into view. He remembered his manners an' removed his hat. "I'm grateful, Ma'am." "Did those galoots have a bounty on 'em? If so, I'm claimin' it," Beth replied. "I'm not sure, but let's go take a look. You're certainly welcome to any reward money there might be. You earned it." It turned out only one of the galoots had a bounty on him. It wuzn't much. He was after the Marshal 'cuz his brother wuz hanged for murder an' Marshal Law was the one that captured him. I helped the Marshal tie the bodies to their mounts an' collect his saddle from his dead mount. On the way into town, I could tell the Marshal was quite taken with Beth an' he asked her directly if he might call on her. "I have a husband, Marshal. I have two children besides." "Your husband is a mighty lucky man, Ma'am." "I like to think so," Beth replied. "Course, I feel purdy lucky myself." I could feel my face blushin' with pride when I heard that. The Marshal said he would get the reward money to Beth as soon as possible. He didn't even charge us for the galoots' burials. "I'm going to pay for that. It's the least I can do for you savin' my life." Beth told him why we were goin' into town an' he loaded her down with a big stack of wanted posters. It turned out he had heard of Beth from the Sheriff in Hand Springs. "I sure wish I could hire you," he said. "You'd be worth your weight in gold." "Don't encourage her," I urged. I knew Beth didn't need no encouragement. I also knew what to expect as we made our way home. Violence seemed to have strange effect on her. Specially if she wuz the one doin' the violence. She had just killed two men an' her lust wuz up. She wanted to fuck somethin' fierce. She asked me to pull off behind some trees an' I knew it wuzn't so she could piss. We jumped off the buckboard an' Beth pulled up her dress an' braced herself against a rock so I could mount her. We didn't exchange words. We didn't have to. We wuz no better than a couple of animals but we liked it that way. The other wives wuz the same way. When we got back home, Beth told one an' all about our adventure an' how she claimed another bounty. Everyone was shocked an' excited by her story an' I could tell Philomena wuz wishin' she had been with us. "I can't think of a better way to make a livin' than huntin' down galoots that have bounties on their heads," said Beth. "It's too dangerous," I replied. "The answer is no." "You keep sayin' that, but I ain't got a scratch on me yet." I seemed to be repeatin' myself. "I can't imagine you'd like chasin' galoots all around Texas on your own." "She won't be alone," said Philomena. "I'll ride with her." "Well, just remember you two won't have no husband around to take care of your womanly needs from time to time. An' I'm certain you both will miss your children somethin' awful. They will surely miss you." I could tell I wuz finely getting' through to my two would-be bounty hunters. They hadn't thought of that. "I'm sure there are plenty of galoots in an' around Austin," said Polly. "You could chase after them durin' the day an' be home at night." "That's a great idea," said Beth. "Thanks!" I just glared at Polly. Well, I wuzn't done yet. "If you track down too many galoots around here, some of them will turn around an' track you down." "That's true, but I just thought of a way it might work." "What is it?" "Never you mind. I still have to work it out in my head." I just shook my head an' walked out to get some chores done. Philomena an' Beth took some trips to Austin when I wuz not able to go along, but I wuzn't much worried about them. If any galoot had thoughts of interferin' with either of them, he would soon get his mind changed or he would wind up dead on the side of the road. They kept secret the reason for the trips but I knew they would tell me when they wuz ready. Well, anyways, I couldn't follow them around all day to keep them out of trouble. I had other things to do. I let the neighborin' rancher's cattle graze on my land in exchange for some beef later on. He had a plague of rabbits on his land so he paid Charity an' Billy a small bounty for each pair of ears they brought him plus we had that much more rabbit for the stew pot. I wuz workin' in the barn one day when I heard the children screamin' like banshees from hell. That wuzn't so unusual, children bein' children, but there's a scream and then there's a scream that makes a body drop what he's doin' an' come runnin'. The wives wuz doin' the same. The first thing I saw wuz a covered wagon drawn by a four horse team out by the road that ran past the ranch gate. A man wuz on the ground an' Billy an' Charity had their slingshots ready to shoot. Wally wuz holdin' a knife to the galoot's throat. "Step away, children," said Hannah. Florry an' her wuz both carryin' shotguns an' had them aimed at the galoot's head. "What's goin' on," I said. "He tried to grab Molly," said Charity. "That's a lie," cried the galoot. "It's the truth!" "You ain't gonna take a little nigger's word over mine, are ya? They're the ones that attacked me!" Well, of course I wuz gonna take Charity's word over the galoot's but I didn't say so out loud. I wuz tryin' to decide what I wuz gonna do about this fool. He wuz harmless right then so it didn't seem right to just kill him. I could turn him over to the law, but the law tended to believe a white man's word over a colored child's or even if the child wuz white. Molly looked looked scared but unharmed so I decided to let him go with a warnin' not to let me see his face aroun' these parts ever again. "Get off there you hellion," the galoot demanded. Billy had climbed up on the wagon an' was peerin' inside. "Take a look, Pa." "You don't have no right to go in there." I ignored the galoot an' climbed up beside my son. I looked to where he wuz pointin'. There wuz two young girls bound and gagged lyin' on the floor of the wagon. They wuz raggedy an' dirty. "Cut 'em loose," I told Billy. "Those two are my daughters. They wuz misbehavin' an' I have the right to discipline them as I see fit," he yelled. "I'll have the law on you if don't let me go right away." I shook my head in disgust. That was no way to treat children no matter how bad they wuz behavin'. We watched as Billy helped the two girls down. The older one looked at the galoot with pure hatred in her eyes. She couldn't be more than ten years old. The other one looked about seven. "I heard what he wuz sayin'," the older one said. "It's all lies. He kilt our Pa an' he did dirty things to us." Her eyes wuz fillin' with tears. "The girl's the one that's lyin' and she's crazy as a loon," the galoot retorted. "I'm gonna whip your butt good when I get you home." "Well, it looks like the Sheriff is gonna have to figger out who's tellin' the truth here," I replied. "Let's be reasonable now," said the galoot. He started to take off his hat. "Don't let him do that," the girl warned. "He's got a little gun in there." "Just flinch one mo' time an' you is a dead man, Mister," said Hannah. The galoot froze an' I grabbed his hat. There was a double-barreled derringer rigged up in the crown. "He's got a pistol in his boot, too," the girl said. She reached into the galoot's boot an' brought it out. The two glared at each other an' then a shot rang out. The galoot fell back an' twitched some, then he wuz still. The little girl had shot the galoot dead. There wuz a bloody hole in his chest. As soon as we recovered from our shock, we acted quickly. The girl let me have the gun without resistance. I then dragged the galoot's body behind some brush and told Wally an' Billy to lead the rig into the barn. The wives gathered up the children an' hurried into the house. The older girl's name was Daisy and her sister's name was Maisy. They wuz 13 an' ten years old but they was so under fed an' scrawny that they looked a lot younger. The wives burned their old clothes an' gave 'em a bath then dressed 'em in some old dresses. They got fed next but they couldn't eat much cuz their bellies wuz so shrunk. This is the story I got from Daisy. Their ma wuz long dead an' their pa wuz a worthless drunk. She didn't know how her pa met up with the galoot but he offered to find a home for the girls since their pa couldn't take care of 'em an' pay him for his trouble. The deal wuz made at their shack an' the two celebrated with a couple of bottles of whiskey. But their pa's whiskey was poisoned. Soon after he started drinking, he was passed out an' then dead. The girls wuz then tied up. Daisy didn't give me no details about what "dirty things" the galoot did to them. That wuz fine with me. I didn't want to know. "I suppose I'll have to go to jail," said Daisy. "Why do you suppose that," I asked. "I kilt that man." "I don't rightly recall you killin' anyone," I replied. "I wuz just talkin' to him plain an' simple like an' the next thing I know he fell dead. I think his heart gave out. He musta been sickly. Anyone else know any different?" Everyone just shook their heads and I said, "You musta been mistaken." Daisy wuz a smart girl an' she nodded her head in understandin'. "Are you gonna send us to an orphanage?" "Is that what you want?" "Oh no! I don't want that at all. Me an' Maisy will work for ya for free if'n we can stay here." "I got plenty of help around here," I replied. "Sorry." "Oh." I do have openin's for a couple of daughters though, if you an' Maisy are interested." "D-daughters?" "I'd be your new father an' these women, they'd be your new mothers. You two would have a bunch of new brothers an' sisters too. Of course, you an' Maisy would have your share of the chores. What do you say?" Daisy answered me by rushin' into my arms an' huggin' me. Everyone started whooping an' hollerin' an' huggin' each other. Maisy was busy huggin' Billy who she saw as her hero. Daisy wuzn't much younger than me but I wuzn't interested in her that way. I thought she had to have a chance bein' a child. Along about this time Philomena an' Beth returned from a day in Austin an' I had to explain everythin' to 'em. They wuz plenty upset, of course, but after they calmed down they wanted to go take a look at the body to see if they recognized him from the wanted posters they'd been studyin'. I took 'em to where I hid the body but they didn't recognize him. "I can't understand why he thought he could grab my Molly with all the other children around," said Beth. I explained that the children wuz playin' hide an' seek an' Molly wuz the seeker so the galoot likely didn't see the other children when he happened by. That seemed to satisfy Beth. She spat on the galoot's face before walkin' away. Philomena did the same thing so I added my own spittle before lootin' the body. I found a money belt an' more weapons as well as a packet of papers. After dark, we tied the body to the back of a horse. I hauled it out to a lonely place an' dumped it where none but the coyotes an' buzzards wuz likely to find it. "What did you find in the wagon," Beth asked the next mornin'. "Nothin' much other than the children," I replied. "Take a look at those tracks the galoot's wagon made." I took a look and said, "So?" "They're mighty deep ruts for a near empty wagon. And why did he need a four horse team when two woulda done it?" "You tell me." "There's somethin' heavy in that wagon an' we ain't found it yet." She talked to Daisy an' asked her if she knew where the galoot wuz bound. Daisy wuz under the impression he wuz comin' back from Mexico but she didn't know where he wuz bound. I got some tools an' I pried off the boards from the wagon bed. What I found took my breath away; the bottom 'neath the false bottom wuz lined with gold bullion. We wuz rich beyond our wildest dreams. The refinery marks showed the gold come from Mexico. "I'm mighty curious to know how that galoot come by so much gold," said Beth. "I figgered you would be," I replied. "He musta stole it or sold somethin' purdy valuable." "Let me know when you find out. I gotta find a hidin' place for this gold." I buried it under a stall in the barn. The papers the galoot had on him showed he wuz a former soldier. Beth an' Philomena looked through old newspapers an' discovered that an Army arms depot had been raided an' a huge load of weapons an' ammunition wuz taken. The Army tracked down the galoots, all former soldiers, but the stuff had already been sold to a Mexican bandido who fancied his self as the next boss of Mexico. It had been traded for gold bullion. The galoots would not tell the Army where the gold wuz hid so after they wuz tried they wuz shot by a firin' squad. The galoot that Daisy kilt must have been involved in the raid cuz he had been stationed at the Army depot too, but he got away. That satisfied me that the gold wuz ill gotten gains so finders keepers. Of course, the Army had first claim on it ... if they could find it. Now I had to find a way to sell the gold without attractin' attention. The wives an' children knew to keep their mouths shut so I wuzn't worried there. "It looks like you two won't have to go bounty huntin' after all," I told Philomena an' Beth. "But we're havin' so much fun," Beth protested. "What do you mean by that?" Beth got all red in the face an' fessed up to what she an' Philomena had been doin' in Austin. They went an' talked to Marshal Law an' offered to hunt for wanted men in an' around Austin. If they found someone, he would be reported to the Marshal. The Marshal would make the arrest an' the wives would get the reward without gettin' involved in the arrest. Marshal Law gave them a room to use an' they would change into men's clothes. They would spend their time outside the saloons pretendin' to be idlers, but always on the lookout. So far, they had three arrests an' $150 to their credit. "So you see it doesn't put Philomena an' me in danger at all. The hardest thing we had to do was learn how to spit an' whittle." "I can see that," I replied. "But it ain't necessary no more an' I don't want y'all doin' it." "Oh, we wuz only gonna do it until we got enough money to open our own detective agency just like the one Mister Sherlock Holmes of London, England has. Now we won't have to wait." "You ain't gonna open no detectin' agency. You two are gonna stay home an' be wives ... my wives." "It's somethin' we have always wanted to do an' we are gonna do it." "I forbid it." "Fine! But see if I get into your bed ever again." "I feel the same way," said Philomena. "Go ahead an' cut off your noses," I replied. "Y'all forget I have seven other wives to take care of my carnal desires. Any one of them will gladly take your turns in my bed." "We will see about that, Mister Bill Stinker." Well, that very evening the rest of the wives suddenly had "female problems" and couldn't come to my bed. I knew it was a danged conspiracy an' an attack on my male authority, but I could play the same game. I wasn't gonna allow any one of them into my bed until each one once more pledged to love, honor an' obey me; even if they begged me to use them first. It had been years since I had slept alone in my bed but I could get used to it again. A week later I wuz staring at a sign in a sign painter's shop that read "Tinkerton Detective Agency." "They got the name wrong," I said. "The name's Tinker, not Tinkerton." "We know that," said Philomena, "but Tinkerton Detective Agency has a nice ring to it. It'll be good for business." "I don't see how, 'specially when they find out you two are women. Whoever heard of a woman detective?" "Oh, you're the official detective, not us. We're just your helpers." "What are you talkin' about? I ain't no detective." They assured me I wuzn't gonna do no detectin'. Whenever a client (their word for a customer) come in, they would tell him I wuz out doin' detectin'. They would get the information they needed, then go out an' investigate. When they solved the case, I would get the credit an' nobody would be the wiser. It sounded a bit too complicated to me for it to work, but that's the way they wanted it. I wuz just glad I didn't have to sleep alone no more. I thought we wuz through for the day an' about to head home when I saw Beth get that special look in her eyes; sorta like when a she wolf sees supper walkin' her way. I looked where she wuz lookin' an' saw a group of men walkin' into a bank. I turned back to ask Beth what she saw the wives wuz hurryin' toward the weapons they kept stored in the buckboard. "What's goin' on," I demanded. "I recognized those galoots from their wanted posters," said Beth. "They're probably robbin' the bank right this very minute. We intend to stop 'em when they come out. Where the hell is your pistol?" "I forgot it." Actually, I just got tired of carryin' around the danged thing cuz I never used it. "Take cover then an' don't come out until the shootin' is over." Philomena an' Beth took cover behind the buckboard. Well, I wuzn't going into hidin' when my wives wuz getting' ready for a gunfight. I still carried my slingshot an' plenty of lead shot. I saw a ladder leadin' to the roof of a buildin' down a ways. I figgered it would make good cover an' I'd be able to see what wuz goin' on. The galoots started shooting inside the bank an' continued as they run outside. I wuz on the roof an' in position just in time. Men, women an' children started runnin' for cover. A lot of people wuz runnin' toward the wives' position an' getting' in their line of fire so I knew they wuzn't gonna take a chance of hittin' an innocent bystander. But if the galoots wuz able to get on their mounts, they might have a chance to get away. There looked to be seven galoots an' I had ten lead shots. I had to make my shots count. One of the galoots wuz carryin' a saddlebag which I surmised contained the loot. My first shot hit him in the arm likely breaking it. He dropped the bag an' fell down screamin' in pain. The other galoots looked mighty puzzled becuz it wuz obvious he wuzn't shot from a gun. Another galoot grabbed for the saddlebag an' got shot in his backside. They now realized they wuz under attack, but they didn't know where I wuz. Two more galoots wuz up on their mounts by now but they got shot off almost right away by rifle fire so I knew the wives' line of fire wuz clear by now. That made me feel a lot better. The galoots now directed their fire toward the wives but that just gave me an opportunity to fire another round. This one hit the galoot right in the crown of his hat. He fell down an' lay still. They wuz in a perfect crossfire an' it wuz purdy hopeless for them, but they wuz determined to leave with the loot or not at all. By the time the wives an' me wuz through with 'em, five of them galoots wuz dead. Two that I shot still lived, but that wouldn't be for long. Texas justice is swift justice. Well, purdy soon after the shooting stopped, people started peekin' out from their hidin' places an' crowdin' around. Someone from the bank crept out, grabbed the saddlebag an' scooted back inside. The law finally showed up, but they wuz too late to help. The bodies wuz gathered up an' the two still alive wuz hauled off to jail. A bank guard also died in the shoot-out. It turned out the galoots wuz the Frank an' Jesse Jones gang (the Texas Terrors) an' they had a $10,000 reward on them. The local newspaper come out an' asked us questions. Philomena an' Beth made sure they knew about the Tinkerton Detective Agency. The newspaper story called me Slingshot Bill (which wuz how I got my moniker) an' they called Philomena an' Beth a couple of deadly Annie Oakleys. They also said I wuz personally trained by Mister Sherlock Holmes, but that wuz a plain falsehood. I never told 'em that. Fact is, I never even met Mister Sherlock Holmes much less be personally trained by him. Marshal Law told us we should be gettin' an extra reward from the bank, but the bank ignored that suggestion. So he told some men he wuz friends with. Some powerful ranchers threatened to take their money elsewhere an' even the Mayor of Austin an' the Governor of Texas made similar threats so the bank changed their tune right quick an' I got a nice reward from them too. I wound up givin' that money to the bank guard's widder. She now had two young children to raise by herself. You'd think from bein' local heroes, the detective agency would do well. It never even got a chance. A day after the newspaper article appeared, a representative of the Pinkerton Detective Agency showed up an' served me with a cease an' desist order. That means I had stop detectin' as the Tinkerton Detective Agency right away. We talked to a lawyer that Marshal Law sent us to an' he said Pinkerton wuz right suspicious of anything that sounded like Pinkerton like for instance, Tinkerton, an' assumed we wuz tryin' to steal business from them. He also said he'd heard the Pinkerton detectives wuz a mite upset with us since they had been chasin' the Jones gang for months an' now wuzn't gonna get no reward money at all. "You can probably still do business as Tinker Detective Agency since that is your real name," the lawyer said. Philomena an' Beth had been talkin' it over an' they decided that detectin' could never be as excitin' as bounty huntin' so they changed their mind about bein' in the detectin' business. I wuz afraid they wuz gonna go back to bounty huntin', but they said they'd take a break from that for a while too. I wuz hopin' the break would be permanent like. We now had more money than a body could count so why not relax? One of the benefits of the publicity we got wuz that the galoots stopped comin' around. I imagine they wuz afraid of the dangerous Tinker sisters. We started makin' plans to expand the main house an' we decided it wuz time for the older children to start school. Daisy an' Maisy never had no schoolin' so Florry an' Polly wuz tryin' to teach 'em their letters an' numbers. Hannah warned me about tryin' to get Wally an' Charity into a "white man's school" but I didn't think it would be a problem. Wally an' Charity wuz just children an' besides that, we wuz local heroes. Well, I'm afraid Hannah wuz right an' I wuz wrong. The school authorities wuz awful nice about sayin' no, but they still said no; that it was written into Texas law that white an' colored children could not be educated together. They assured me that there wuz a perfectly good school for colored children in a part of town where all the other colored folk lived an' I could take 'em there. Billy an' Molly wuz welcome to attend the local school since they wuz white. They said they wuz awful sorry but I know when I'm bein' lied to even when the liar is all sweetness when they are lyin'. I wuz sad an' then I wuz mad. If my children couldn't attend the same school together, then they wuz not goin' to school at all. The wives all told me I wuz bein' stubborn an' it wouldn't be fair to the children to deny them a good education. That's they way things wuz in Texas, they said, an' probably everywhere else too. I knew they wuz right, but it didn't seem right. My guess wuz that we wuz gonna have to adjust to reality an' send my colored children to a different school. Well, Florry come to me an' told me about this notice she saw in the newspaper. This college-educated lady wanted to be a tutor. I figgered we had a lot of money so it wouldn't hurt to talk to her an' see if we could set up a school on the ranch. Florry wrote to her an' invited her to meet with us. The lady wrote back an' suggested meeting at a restront for tea. Well, I never drank tea before an' I wuzn't sure I wanted to start. Florry said I could drink coffee if I wanted. That wuz a load off my mind. It would be me, Florry an' Polly an' it wuz agreed that Florry would do most of the talkin'. Alicia Parkway Calabasas wuz her name. I know that's a mouthful. Miss Parkway looked to be the typical school marm type. She wuz tall, kind of scrawny an' wore a pair of thick spectacles on the end of her nose. The lady wuz a spinster who looked to be in her 20's. She showed us her diploma an' her certificates givin' her the right to teach all the grades up to those for takin' the exams for college admission. Florry asked her about her prior experience an' Miss Parkway said she taught for a year in Houston. "Why did you leave that position," Florry asked. Miss Parkway got all embarrassed an' said she wuz engaged to be married but the engagement wuz broke off an' didn't want to stay around where her former intended still lived an' needed the money tutorin' would bring in until she found another position. She didn't give details but she said she had given up on men. She eyed me to see if I'd taken offense but I didn't. I know how some men can be. The woman changed the subject by asking about the child she'd be tutorin'. "Children," said Florry. "There's more than one. First of all, we've taken in two girls; one is ten and the other is 13 years old. They have never been to school. My daughter is teaching them their letters and numbers but they need more professional attention. There are four younger children who are ready to start school. You will be instructing them also." "They will be going to the public school, won't they?" "They won't because two of them are colored," Florry replied. "Mister Tinker doesn't believe the children should be taught separately just because of skin color. If that is a problem for you, then I'm afraid we've wasted everyone's time." "That is not a problem for me," Miss Parkway replied, "however it might be a problem for my landlady. You see, I intend to tutor from my landlady's parlor." "Then I suggest you give your landlady her notice and board with us. We are constructing an addition to the ranch house so we will have plenty of room. It will be more convenient in any event." "That's quite impossible," said Miss Parkway. "I need to make myself available for a fulltime position." "We will pay you a fulltime wage and include room and board." "You can afford that?" "Money is not a problem. You may have heard about Mister Tinker in the newspapers. He and his sisters brought down the notorious Frank and Jesse Jones gang. The reward was substantial." "You're Slingshot Bill?" "That's what they're callin' me now," I replied. "Excuse for being forward, but you seem very young, Mister Tinker. From the newspaper description, I fancied you were a much older man." "Sometimes I feel older than my years." "You must have married very young. How many children do you have?" "Twenty so far," I said. "They're not all from the same mother, of course," said Florry, "and a couple of them are adopted." Florry seemed flustered now an' Miss Parkway looked disbelieving. Well, she kind of turned cool toward us after that. She probably didn't approve of the way I lived or didn't believe us or some such thing. Well, I couldn't help that. I wuz the way I wuz. The meetin' ended an' Florry told her if she had any more questions, she should write us, but we didn't expect to hear from her no more. "That didn't go very good," I said as we made our way home. "I was hopin' for a better result," said Florry as we made our way home. "Miss Parkway would have been good for the children." "I shouldna opened my blamed mouth." "She would have to know anyway, but I hoped to take it slow; getting her used to us." "I don't think I should be around when you talk to the next one." Well, there wuzn't no next one cuz three days later we got a letter from Miss Parkway asking if she could visit us at the ranch for more talk an' to meet the children. Of course we said yes. On the day she arrived, Miss Parkway wuz introduced to everyone. She knew everyone's name after that without having to ask again. The children took to her right away an' the wives seemed to like her too. I tried to keep my mouth shut this time. Miss Parkway admitted she wondered if we wuz playin' a joke on her, but she asked some people she trusted about me an' found out I wuz the real Slingshot Bill an' wuz not likely foolin' cuz I really did have a passel of children at home. She wuz not shocked about how we lived because she studied about how people lived from all over the world when she wuz in college. She then told us she had some ideas about educatin' children that would never be approved of or paid for by Texas politicians. She would teach what the education authorities wanted an' add her own ideas. Florry told her it was okay with us an' we would pay for everything Miss Parkway needed includin' building a schoolhouse if that's what she wanted. Also, Polly would help her cuz she wanted to be a teacher too. "This is like a dream come true," said Miss Parkway. We talked about the need for the children to learn the three R's: readin', 'ritin' an' 'rithmetic. But Miss Parkway wanted to start teachin' 'em French, Latin an' Greek right away too. I knew folks over in Louisiana spoke some French but I didn't know where folks spoke those other languages. She explained those languages wuz important for college an' children learned languages best at a young age. I knew that much. Alma always spoke Spanish to the children. They not only understood what she said, but they answered her in Spanish too. I wuzn't too sure about the children even wantin' to go to college. "Anyone with a college education will have the advantage as they grow up in this new century we are entering, Mr. Tinker," she said. I wuzn't convinced she wuz right, but the wives wuz. It didn't matter to me none so I just nodded my head an' went along with whatever they wanted. So that's what happened. Miss Parkway came to live with us an' started instructin' Daisy, Maisy, Charity, Billy, Molly an' Wally. Polly wuz her assistant. We even built her a schoolhouse with desks, books an' everythin' she could want. She told the children to call her Miss Alicia an' so the wives an' me did too. Some of the younger children called her Momma by mistake, but Miss Alicia didn't seem bothered by it though she blushed a bit. Whenever things went purdy smooth around the ranch, that wuz bound to be the time for things to go all to hell. Well, not right away. The wives (not all of 'em at one time) started organizin' shoppin' trips to Austin, buyin' clothes for themselves an' the children an' orderin' things from the Sears Roebuck catalogue. Then they would go to lunch at a restront. The only bad thing wuz that the restronts wouldn't serve Hannah, Faith or Hope. They said they didn't mind though. They got to know some of the other colored women who lived in Austin an' ate with them. They wuz mostly maids or some such. They would meet the other wives later on an' come home together. Well, this one time, Faith wuz the only one of the colored wives that went shoppin', but she didn't meet the others when she wuz supposed to. They all waited for her but then they got worried when she still didn't come. I didn't hear about it until most of 'em come home an' I wuz already saddlin' up less than half a minute later. "Ah'm comin wit' you," said Hope. "No you're not," I replied. "Me an' Rex'll find her easy, Bill. Let us help." Well, I didn't even think of ol' Rex. Hope wuz already out thinkin' me. I said all right an' Hannah come too. I didn't even argue with her since we wuz talkin' about her daughter. We got into Austin an' met up with Philomena an' Beth. They wuz dressed as men an' had already been huntin' for Faith. "Any luck?" Beth shook her head. "We talked to a friend of hers an' she said Hope wuz fine when she left." "Rex'll find her," said Hope. She gave Rex the scent of a kerchief that belonged to Faith, but the dog just wagged his tail an' didn't respond. "She ain't nowhere close," said Hannah. "Let's go find her." "It's already gettin' dark," I said. "I don't wanna lose any of you too." "I'll walk with 'em," said Beth. "Anyone'll die if he just looks crosseyed at us. We'll just walk the main street an' if Rex picks up a scent, we'll come back for you. Philomena knows where we already looked so you go with her." We walked about for near an hour askin' questions but nobody could offer any clue to where we could find Faith. We wuz walkin' back to our meetin' place with Beth an' the others when a galoot come stumblin' out a saloon door an' fell down at our feet. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he said to our boots. He looked up at us. "Hello, George," he said. "Haven't seen you in a while." "Hello, Homer," said Philomena. "Haven't been around in a while. Caught tryin' to steal another galoot's drink ... again?" "It wuz an honest mistake," he replied. "Where's Charlie?" "Out an' about." "Oh, good. I wuz worried. You look like you just lost your best friend." "I am lookin' for a very good friend; a colored lady. She seems to have disappeared." "Is she real purdy?" "She is that," said Philomena. "Have you seen her?" "No, but I overheard some buck niggers talkin' about some other nigger grabbin' a gal he took a fancy to." Philomena's eyes looked as deadly as I ever saw them. "Did you hear a name mentioned?" "Rufus." "And where do I find this Rufus?" "They say he lit out for Houston. That's where he lives. Houston. He'll use her for a while then put her in a house to earn money for him. Sorry." "It's Rufus who will be sorry if he's harmed her in any way." "They say he's real mean. Not even afraid of a white man." "Thanks for the information, Homer." "Is it worth the price of a drink?" "Go in there an' buy Homer a bottle of the best whiskey you can find, will ya Bill?" I hurried in there an' did exactly that. He had to be talkin' about Faith. He had to be. I guessed I wuz leavin' for Houston on the next train. "I will make Homer a rich man if his information leads us to Faith," I said. "Don't bother," said Philomena. "He'll just lose it or someone will hurt or kill him for it. Beth and I will keep him in whiskey if his information is good. That's what he wants." "He seems like an educated man." "He was a university professor until the students drove him to drink. That's the story I heard." I was shocked to hear that. I didn't know educatin' could be so dangerous. I wondered if Miss Alicia had a drinkin' problem. We met up with the others an' shared the information we got. I told 'em of my plans to leave for Houston. They all wanted to come with me, but I told 'em it wuz too dangerous. "Colored folks won't tell a white man nothin'," said Hannah. "You be wastin' yo' time there. Now a colored woman might tell another colored woman some gossip an' that means me an' Hope." I knew they wuz right. I needed Beth an' Philomena to stay home an' help protect everyone else at the ranch. They wuz unhappy about not comin' along but realized I wuz right for a change. We left on the Houston bound train the next mornin'. Hannah an' Hope had to ride in a coloreds only car an' I couldn't be with 'em so I fretted all the way to Houston. At least they let Rex ride with 'em. Miss Alicia told me about a Houston hotel that allowed colored folk to stay in rooms with the colored staff as long as they had room so that's the hotel where I got my room. When I met up with the wives, they told me about talkin' with the hotel maids. In plain words, they wuz too scared to talk. "Ah'm sho' they knows 'bout Rufus," said Hannah. "They just won't say nothin'." "Maybe if you offer them money." "I offered them plenty of money, but they is too afraid anyway. I figger we'll run into the same problem out on the street." "What do we do now?" "We go out an' find Hope anyways we can." That made sense to me. We went an' gave Rex the scent an' wandered around Houston. Jerusha! Houston wuz bigger than Austin an' the city seemed a lot hotter too. There wuz a lot more colored people livin' in Houston too. I wuz feelin' discouraged after about two hours of huntin' an' we wuz about to break for lunch when Rex caught a scent an' started strainin' at his leash. I started runnin' with Rex with the wives tryin' to catch up. He led me straight to a colored lady I'd never seen before an' he barked at her like crazy. "Get that nasty dog away from me," screamed the frightened lady. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am," I stuttered. "I don't know what got into him." I pulled Rex away an' the woman glared at me some before stalkin' away. "I guess Rex's nose ain't what it used to be," I told the wives when they caught up with me. "There ain't nothin' wrong with Rex's nose," said Hope, "but ah'm beginnin' to wonder about yo eyes." "What do ya mean?" "That's the same dress Faith wuz wearin' the last time we saw her," said Hannah. We followed the woman but she didn't go far. In fact, she wuz sorta walkin' back an' forth in the same area. "She's sellin' her body," said Hannah. We watched her talk to a tall skinny white man. He give her some money an' then followed her into an alley. "Ah'm goin' in when the galoot comes out," said Hannah. "She might lead us straight to Rufus if we wait an' follow her," I said. "Who knows what's happenin' to Faith while we're standin' around here. I ain't waitin'." I shivered when I thought about what Faith might be goin through an' I nodded my head. It didn't take long. Less than ten minutes after enterin' the alley, the galoot sidled out an' went on his way. Hannah an' Hope sidled in an' I covered the alley with Rex. The woman was wipin' down her private parts when she saw Hannah an' Hope. "What're you two doin' here? This here is mah territory." "Ah don't much care what you think is yo' territory." "You would if you knew who I work fo'." "And just who do you work fo'?" "Rufus." "An' just where do I find this Rufus?" The woman looked kind of surprised that the wives wuzn't terror-stricken when she mentioned the galoot's name. "Y'all must be new to Houston. Y'all don't find Rufus. He finds you." Hannah pulled her knife an' held it to the woman's throat. "Ah ain't got the time to wait fo' that galoot to find me. Why don't you tell me where to find him befo' ah start carvin' mah initials on yo' face? Uh uh uh. Don't go reachin' for yo hatpin if you don't want you to lose yo' hand right at the wrist." "Ah ain't sho'." She wuz plain scared now. I could tell that. "You better make a good guess cuz if you is wrong, ah'm comin' back here an' slice yo' throat open." "Ah think he be usin' this new girl not too far from here." "Is this her dress?" The gal nodded her head. That wuz enough for me. I wuz ready to kill. I just hoped we wuzn't too late. Beulah wuz her name. She told us about this house that he liked to use for his new girls. She warned us that we would be dead before we even got close to Rufus an' then told us about his bodyguards an' where they wuz likely to be. It wuz more information than we asked for. I akchully think she wanted us to succeed. "There be an old woman too; my granny. Please don't hurt her." We tied her up an' gagged her an' left her in back of the alley so she couldn't warn Rufus. We told her we'd be back to untie her. I don't think she believed us. The house wuz more like a shack in a neighborhood of shacks where colored folk lived. Little children played in the street an' old folks sat in chairs in front of the shacks so there wuz plenty of witnesses but that couldn't be helped. I stood out like a sore thumb because I wuz the only white man around but that couldn't be helped either. There wuz two men in front an' another in back of the shack. I got the man in back usin' my slingshot. Hannah an' Hope didn't rouse no suspicion from the two men in front. They clubbed both on their heads when they got close enough. There wuz no back door so we burst through the front door with our guns drawn. It wuz a one room shack. A huge colored man wuz caught by surprise. He wuz butt naked on a bed an' lyin' neath him wuz my wife, Faith, also butt naked. I ordered him off my wife an' onto the floor. "Bill? Momma? Hope? Praise the lord!" She got up off the bed an' hugged each of us. I finally noticed an old colored woman sittin' in a rockin' chair passively watchin' us. She wuz smokin' a pipe. I assumed she wuz Beulah's granny. "I tol' you my husbin' wuz gonna come get me. Now youse in trouble." The colored man looked kind of surprised when she said I wuz her husband. "Yo husbin is a dead man," he said with a grim smile. He didn't seem afraid even with three guns pointed at him. "Ah aim to put a bullet right between your eyes before I leave here," I replied, "so make all the threats you want. Find somethin' to put on, Faith." "Please don't shoot him, Bill," said Faith. "Ah made this man a promise an' ah aims to keep it." "What promise is that?" "Never you mind. Just tie him up an' put a gag in his mouth." I thought about arguin' with her cuz I wuz worried about the time an' if some galoot saw us an' wuz reportin' us. But I went ahead an' tied him up anyway an' put a gag in his mouth. Faith whispered somethin' to her momma an' when she turned around, she wuz holdin' a knife. She smiled sweetly at Rufus. "Remember what I promised to do wit' you if'n you touched me?" For the first time, the galoot showed fear. He shook his head an' started strugglin' an' yellin' through the gag. Faith bent down next to the galoot an' whispered in his ear. I almost thought she wuz gonna kiss him. Her beautiful nakedness didn't seem to bother her. I smelt shit an' the galoot screamed in pain. It took me a moment to realize that my dear wife wuz slicin' away Rufus' manhood. I'm glad I hadn't eaten much since Faith disappeared. I woulda lost it all right then. Rex just wagged his tail. The sight didn't seem to bother any of the women in the room. Rufus fainted an' Faith wiped her hands on an old rag. She grabbed an old ragged dress an' we wuz ready to go. Granny wuzn't payin' no attention to us but I noticed she wuz wearin' a toothless grin while lookin' at Rufus. I grabbed up Rufus' pistols, jewelry an' money belt. The weapons wuz a custom job with gold an' silver inlay. The money belt contained enough cash that Missus Magillicuddy would have seemed poor by comparison. I grabbed a thick wad of it an' gave it to Granny. She thanked me an' I told her where to find Beulah. She told me not to worry about the neighbors reportin' us cuz they all feared an' hated Rufus. I later learned Rufus bled to death. Homecoming wuz a sweet affair with everyone celebratin'. I took Faith to bed with me an' fucked her all night. I wuz a little worried when she turned up pregnant. The baby come out dark an' it wuz obvious the she wuz not from my seed. Faith cried but I told her I'd love the baby anyway cuz half of it wuz from her. She felt better after that. A year passed without incident. One mornin' Miss Alicia come to me an' said she had to return to Houston where her parents lived. I asked if there wuz a problem. It turned out oil wuz discovered there an' land her parents owned wuz of a sudden worth a lot of money to the oil companies just for drillin' rights. Now that they wuz rich, Miss Alicia now had a dowry an' a lot of gentlemen wuz now comin' around askin' for permission to court her. They wanted grandchildren an' expected their obedient daughter to oblige. "Well, we'll sure hate to lose you," I said. She blushed an' said it wuzn't that simple. "Why not?" "I wrote and told them I was already engaged to be married." "To who?" "To you." "Well, that ain't no problem. Just say you're willin' an' I'll marry you just like I did with the others." "They want to witness the marriage ... in front of preacher or a judge." Well, that did present a problem so I talked it over with the other wives. They all said that they didn't mind if Miss Alicia wuz the one lawfully wedded wife in the harem. It didn't make her better than the other wives. So with other wives' consent, I traveled to Houston with Miss Alicia an' met her parents. They didn't think much of me an' everyone assumed I wuz marryin' Alicia for her fortune. I wuz real close to tellin' 'em that they could take the dowry an' their oil fortune an' stick it where the sun don't shine, but Alicia had a way about her and calmed me down before there wuz any violence. We got married in front of a judge an' returned to Austin. Relations wuz cool between Alicia an' her parents at first, but all wuz forgiven when she presented them with twin grandsons nine months to the day from when we got married. It seems like all the galoots in Austin picked up an' lit out for Houston where all the oil money wuz so things got purdy calm an' peaceful around Austin. If you don't count the politicians, everyone wuz fairly honest. There wuz no more wives after Alicia so this is a good place to end my narrative. There ain't no more I want to tell you. ------- The End -------

Teenage Handyman Description: Spike finds himself living in an apartment complex filled with welfare mothers. He earns money by doing odd jobs for the tenants. Sometimes he has to take his fees out in trade. Codes: mt/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, MaleDom, First, Pregnancy ------- My name's Spike. Well, actually my given name is Percy, but no one should call me that to my face unless he wants a fight on his hands. My parents named me that in the hopes of pleasing a rich uncle of the same name who might leave them some money when he died. Well, he died, but he didn't leave any of us a dime. My parents divorced over Dad's drinking and being without work besides. My mom had to apply for welfare and she, my sister and I moved into one of these cheap one-bedroom apartments. They're pretty rundown and filled with nothing but other welfare mothers and their children. I'm just 14 years old, but I'm pretty good at fixing things. Dad taught me how to repair most things, but I picked up a lot on my own, too. Mom made a deal with the landlord when we moved in. She would fix up the apartment, give him the receipts and then she would deduct that much from the rent. I had the whole place looking pretty spiffy in a matter of a week or so. The landlord liked what I'd done, but he didn't like what was charged against the rent and tried to back out of the deal. Mom took him aside and talked to him. She carries this knife with a wicked looking blade and I'm pretty sure she threatened his manhood. Anyway, we didn't have a problem with him after that talk. "What did you tell him?" "I told him the apartment would look exactly like I found it when we move if he reneged on our deal." Oh, well. It would have been cooler if she really had threatened his manhood. Mom made some acquaintances of the other tenants pretty quickly and one of them dropped over after I'd fixed the place up. Her name was Norma. She was 22 years old with two children. "How do you fucking rate?" Norma said when she took a look around. "What do you mean?" Mom asked. "I've been waiting for two fucking years to have my fucking apartment fixed up and it still hasn't fucking happened. You're here for two fucking weeks and your fucking apartment is all fucking fixed up." "Spike here did the work." "I'll fucking hire him," Norma said. "How much will you fucking charge?" Norma said her apartment didn't look much different from ours when we first moved in but, I wanted to have a look first. I told her she'd have to front the cost of materials and I'd keep track of my time and charge her when her next welfare check came in. "It's a fucking deal," said Norma and left. "She sure likes to say 'fucking' a lot," I said. "Maybe she likes fucking a lot," Mom replied. Norma gave me the money for materials and it took a bit longer to do because now I had school. Anyway, after I finished the work and gave her the bill for my time, Norma said she didn't have the fucking money and besides, we didn't have a fucking written agreement. I was pissed! I told my mom what she said. "What is it about people around here always trying to back out on their obligations? Go back and take it out on her ass," Mom said. "How am I going to do that? She'll call the cops if I try anything with her." "No she won't," Mom said. "Have you ever been with a girl?" I knew what she meant. I shook my head, but I told her I knew the basics. She said to go back there and fuck her brains out. "What about the cops?" "Just do what I tell you to do and there won't be any cops." "What do you fucking want?" Norma said when I walked back to her apartment. "I want my money." "I told you there ain't no fucking money." She tried to slam the door on me but I stopped it with my hand and pushed my way in. Fear flashed in her eyes. Her two- and four-year-old daughters were sitting on the floor watching TV. They saw me and waved. They went back to their TV watching. They were used to seeing me. "You can't squeeze blood out of a fucking turnip," Norma said. "I'll call the fucking cops if you don't fucking leave." "We'll see about that." I pushed her toward the bedroom. In the bedroom, I pushed her onto the bed. It was just a mattress on the floor. "Are you going to fuck me?" "What do you think?" "Will this make us even?" "Cash only," I replied. "This is just interest until I'm paid back in full." I started taking off my clothes. Norma got real quiet and didn't struggle when I pulled off her pants and panties. I felt between her legs. Her cunt felt wet so I climbed on and shoved my prick in. It only took a few minutes to blow my first load inside her snatch but I stayed hard and continued fucking her. Norma had remained passive, but she was finally getting into it. She was making little grunting sounds. After a while, her cunt muscles squeezed down on my prick and I squirted my second load. "What's Spike doing to you, Mommy?" We looked toward the door and her oldest daughter was standing there watching us. I wondered how for how long. "Spike is fucking me, honey," Norma said. "He's trying to start a baby in Mommy's belly." "Is Spike going to marry you?" "No, honey. Spike isn't going to marry me even if he gives me a baby. Mommy isn't the type of girl men marry." "Can he give me a baby, too?" "You're too young yet, Annie. But you can ask him again when you have boobies like Mommy's. Now go back into the living room and watch TV with your sister. I'll be out soon to fix us something to eat." Annie turned around without another word and left. "You can fuck me anytime you want," said Norma. "You don't even have to stop after I pay you your money. But please don't hurt my babies." "I'm not going to hurt your babies," I replied. I meant it too, but I guess Norma felt my prick twitch when her daughter asked for a baby from me. Norma was surprised when I told her this was my first time. She told me I was better than some older men she knew and asked if there was anything else she could do for me, like sucking my prick. I told her I'd let her suck my prick next time. "You could do something else for me though." "What's that?" "You could stop saying 'fucking' every other word out of your mouth." "Yes sir." I left her apartment and returned to my own. I told Mom everything that happened and she was quite pleased with what she heard. "Don't be surprised if Norma has the girls calling you Uncle Spike from now on." "I don't think so. Norma's not interested in me that way. There's too much of an age gap between us." "We'll see." Mom seemed to know a lot more than I did. I went back to Norma's the next day and the kids were all over me. Both wanted kisses and hugs from me. "You girls seem really glad to see your Uncle Spike," Norma said. They smiled and nodded their heads. Mom sure called that one right. I motioned Norma into the bedroom. There was no hesitation on her part. She stripped off her clothes and got on the mattress on all fours. She wanted to show me how to take her doggie style. I didn't mind being taught new positions. Of course, everything was new to me. I moved behind her and started fucking her. I heard a giggle behind me and knew one or both of the girls were watching us. Norma giggled too so I knew it was her doing. I wanted to show Norma who was boss so when I finished inside her, I pulled her over my lap. "Do you want to see what happens to naughty girls?" I started whacking Norma's butt cheeks with my open hand. She started cussing and yelling at me to stop. The girls started crying because I was hurting their mommy, so I did stop. I felt bad about upsetting her daughters. "Go calm them down," I said. Norma led the girls out of the bedroom and turned on the TV. She came back a few minutes later and glared at me. "I hate you, you bastard. You really hurt me." She giggled then and sat down beside me. "I just told them we were playing a game and you weren't really hurting me. If you want to spank me again, you're going to have to do it when the girls are visiting their grandma." "Or put a gag in your mouth," I added. Norma playfully punched me in the arm. "You know, I wish you weren't so much younger than me. I could really go for you." Mom warned me not to get emotionally attached with these women. They would use me if they could. "It's not going to happen." "I know," Norma replied. "I just hope you gave me a son this time." "Why is that?" "A man has a better chance of making it in this world. Annie and Megan will probably grow up to be welfare moms just like me." I thought Norma was most probably right. Their mother was already teaching them how to be little sluts. "You seem pretty sure I've knocked you up." "If I'm not pregnant now, I sure will be if you keep fucking me like this." I went home and told Mom about my visit with Norma. "What did I tell you about those girls of hers?" "You were right," I admitted. "Well, I just might be seeing her a lot more." "No, don't. I don't want Norma getting used to seeing you. It should be a treat for her." "I wouldn't mind her getting used to seeing me so long as I can jump her bones when I see her." "That's not how the game is played. Just stay away from her for now. I'll have another girl here for you tomorrow." "Who is she?" "I'm not even sure yet. I just know she'll be a tenant who wants some work done on her apartment." That meant it could be anyone in this complex, so there was no guessing who she might be. I'd just have to wait and be surprised. "Maria is an undocumented immigrant from Mexico," Mom said. "She came with her boyfriend to find work. Everything was okay until she got pregnant. He abandoned her and returned to Mexico. It turns out he already has a wife and children down there, so I doubt if she'll ever see him again. She lost her job and has very little money so the work will have to be done a bit at a time. She has some leaking faucets and a toilet that keeps running, so you can start with those." "I can take care of that." I had the tools and washers already although I might have to buy a part for the toilet. "She also has some holes that need filling." Mom smiled and winked. I returned the smile. Maria was a pretty little thing; dark hair, skin and eyes. She looked a lot younger than her 19 years. She could pass for a girl my age. She sat there passively holding a baby boy while my mother and I talked. English wasn't her first language so I wondered how much she understood, probably enough. She wasn't much for smiling; only a brief one when we were introduced. I got my tools and followed Maria to her apartment. The place was in a worse mess than ours had been. There were heavy curtains, which made the living room really dark. There wasn't a lamp in there either. She pointed out the leaks and then sat down on an old sofa. Repairing the leaks wasn't any big deal. The toilet was a temporary fix but the replacement part was cheap and I could install that the next day. Maria knew I was finished but she just held the baby and stared back at me. Was she waiting for me to get tired of standing there and leave? I wasn't about to leave without getting a down payment for my efforts. "Put the baby in his crib." Maria shrugged her shoulders, stood up and walked to the bedroom. Interesting. She wouldn't move until told to do so. I followed the girl and watched her put the baby down. He had a pretty good temperament and didn't fuss. "You want me for your girlfriend?" "Sure," I replied. "You can be my girlfriend." "But no baby." "No baby," I agreed. She took off her pants and panties then lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes as if she was going to go to sleep. I felt between her legs to get her wet. I got between them and shoved my prick in. "Ay!" Maria cried and her eyes popped wide open. I know Maria said no baby, but I didn't know how we were going to prevent it. I wasn't wearing a condom and I don't think she was on birth control. I mentally ordered Mr. Sperm and his brothers not to fertilize any egg they might come across while swimming around Maria's belly. We'd see if they obeyed. "Ay!" Maria cried as I came. Her expressions showed fear, panic and then resignation. I stayed hard, but I didn't start fucking her again. I kept my prick inside and put almost my full weight on her body to show my dominance. She didn't try to push me off. "He's hungry," she said when the baby started crying. I allowed her to get up. She breastfed him while we talked. She wanted more done to the apartment. I mentally kicked myself for telling her she was my girlfriend. To her, that meant I could do stuff for her for free. She was a tricky bitch! She wasn't going to be my girlfriend for long. "I see you tomorrow?" "Maybe." Norma was standing outside her apartment when I passed by. "Do you want to come in?" "I dunno. I'm pretty busy right now." "Yeah, I can smell her on you. I bet you I'm better." I didn't agree or disagree. Norma was different from Maria and that's all I knew. I also knew my toolbox was feeling heavier. I shifted it to my other hand. "I have something to give you. Come in. Just for a minute. Please?" I followed her inside her apartment. The girl rummaged around in a drawer and then handed me a key. "You never have to knock now. You can walk in anytime of the day or night." "Thanks," I said. This was getting kind of weird. I'd have to ask Mom whether I should keep the key or give it back. "I haven't sucked your cock yet. I could do it now." "No, thanks. Maybe later." She looked disappointed. I got out of there. Mom listened to my latest adventure and told me both women were trying to get their claws into me in their own way. My guess was that they had to be mighty desperate to think a 14-year-old was a prize. Mom agreed that they were desperate, but chasing after me was probably one of the smarter choices these women had ever made in their lives so far. "Don't make a commitment to any of them. You don't owe them a thing. They owe you." I kept that in mind when I went back over to Maria's to install the toilet part. "You fix the light?" The bedroom light was out. For all I knew the light bulb just needed changing, but I wasn't going to check. "Do you have money for the work I've done already?" Maria shook her head and started pouting. "I'm not your girlfriend?" "Not if you're expecting me to do things for free." She turned away as if giving me the cold shoulder. "Fine, I'm leaving." I think she realized she was going to play hell getting me to help in the future because she called me back. "I have ten dollars." "Give it to me." I think she had more but it was a start. I pointed to the bedroom and she figured out she was going to get laid again. I don't think Maria liked fucking for a guy who didn't think her pussy hair was spun from gold, but she had absolutely no bargaining power. After fucking her, I checked the light and found the switch needed replacement. I told her I wanted more money by the time I returned. She said she'd try. I then told her I wanted a key to her apartment, an idea Norma gave me. "Why?" "I might want to fuck you some time when the baby is asleep and I don't want to wake him up with my pounding on the door." I was testing to see how much power I had over her. She looked at me like I was 'loco in la cabeza' but she wound up giving me the key. It's funny how money can suddenly appear when the need is there. Maria paid me up to date the very next day and even Norma gave me a chunk of what she owed me. I offered it to Mom, but she told me to keep it, so then I had some spending money. ------- "Catering exclusively to welfare mothers is a moneymaker to our esteemed landlord," Mom said. "The rents are pretty close to market value. Some of the tenants get their rent subsidized. It's guaranteed by the taxpayer and is deposited directly to his account. However, things are not always rosy for him. The tenants' boyfriends are always trying to move in with them, a violation of the welfare rules. If the welfare authorities find out, they give our landlord grief. Also, the boyfriend usually has this entrepreneurial spirit, which usually means he starts dealing drugs out of the apartment. Then the police get involved and give our landlord even more grief. He recently has had to evict some tenants and currently has three vacancies. Does that pretty much sum it up, Mr. Goldstein?" The landlord was sitting at our kitchen table while Mom explained this to me. "Yeah, except the part about it being a moneymaker. Believe me, I'm losing money like crazy. I'm not making a dime off this." "So rent out the apartments. What's the problem?" "The problem," Mom continued, "is that these units haven't been approved for rental by the housing authorities based on their present condition. Knowing your work, he'd like to hire you to fix up the apartments." "Save the receipts and I'll take it off the rent just like last time." "What about my time? I didn't charge my mom for the time I spent fixing the place up. I can't do that for you." "That makes sense," Mom said. "I'll give him minimum wage." "You'll give him a lot more than that and the authority to hire contractors for work he can't do." "What! He's just a teenager. I can't give him that type of authority." "Then you can give me the authority," said Mom. "I think you need an on-site manager anyway. I could be that manager." "I used to have one, but he was stealing me blind." "You used to have an on-site handyman, too from what I understand. He got free rent and did absolutely nothing to earn it." "That's why I fired him." Mom turned out to be a pretty good negotiator. She became the unofficial manager and kept a watch on things. In return, she paid nothing on the rent. I had an after school and weekend job that paid twice what I could get working at a fast food joint and I wasn't even old enough to work at one of those places anyway. Mom insisted that schoolwork shouldn't suffer and I still had to get good grades. I could work only 20 hours a week. I even got the free use of the handyman's basement apartment. Mr. Goldstein told me not to turn it into a pussy palace, but I think he knew I would anyway. He already knew about Norma and Maria, but he didn't seem to care as long as it didn't affect him. Everything was unofficial and under the table. That was fine with Mom. She would get a debit card from the landlord and make the needed purchases for me. "Your mother is a woman after my own heart," he said, "but I'd like to keep it for a while longer, thank you.". Mom told me after he left that the landlord knew he got a bargain or he would never have agreed to our deal. He was nothing if not a businessman. When I started working in one of the vacant apartments, tenants would stop by and ask me what I was doing. I know it's a stupid question. All they had to do was look and see what I was doing but I was always polite and answered their question. The next question was if I was the official handyman of the complex, and if I was, could I please come over to fix, repair or replace this or that. I told them I wasn't and the landlord just hired me to fix up the apartment I was working in. I always added that I did odd jobs, but I wanted cash up front and it was up to them to get reimbursed by the landlord. Some asked me if they could take it out in trade. That meant they wanted to trade their pussies for my handyman services. I was already getting plenty of pussy from Norma and Maria, but who knew how long that would last. Some of these women packed up and disappeared over-night. Mostly it was because she wanted to escape an abusive boyfriend or because of money troubles. If she was someone I was attracted to, I told her I might be flexible even if she wasn't one of those that offered her pussy in trade. I knew she might eventually. I always made a point of getting her apartment number and then dropping by when I finished what I was doing. I made notes of what had to be done. There was always something to be done that I could repair in a few minutes and I always did that repair for free. My thought was that she'd be appreciative and grateful. There was this one girl who was just smokin' hot and I thought I was in love. Her name was Eden and she came across as the helpless, but oh so adorable type. I did some free repairs for her on two different occasions. I made a move on her after the second time I was there. She backed away. "Aren't you kind of young for this?" she asked. "Fourteen isn't young." "It is for me. I'm not into cradle snatching." I didn't know her age, but she wasn't that much older than me. "You're not into doing your own repairs either." She shrugged her shoulders. "I have a boyfriend." "Maybe he can do your repairs." "He's too busy." "Maybe he can pay for them." "I don't think so. I've tried." "He sounds useless. You'd better have some money next time you want something done or you can wait until the landlord sends someone." That was a waste of time unless it was a plumbing emergency. "Just because I won't come across?" "That's a good enough reason for me." I didn't hear from Eden for a while and then she told me she had a broken window and asked how much I would charge to replace it. I asked how that happened and she said she didn't know and that it was like that when she got home. I mentioned that to Mom and she already knew the story behind the broken window. That's because she had developed a network of snitches. Eden had had a fight with her boyfriend and she threw something at him. She missed him and hit the window. Mom told the landlord and he told Eden to get it repaired pretty damn quick because her rent subsidy was coming up for renewal and he didn't have to approve it. That meant she'd have to move. Eden barely had enough money to pay for the window-pane replacement and no money to pay me for its installation. I made her give me a ring she liked to wear a lot as collateral for what she owed me. Then she had to let me fuck her. She said not without a condom and I refused. Then she said I had to pull out without coming inside her. I agreed to that. Eden was good in bed but she wasn't any better than the other girls I'd been with. I decided I wasn't in love with her anymore, if I ever was. She got all pissed when I came inside her. "I hate you, you bastard! I told you not to come inside me. What if I'm pregnant?" "Then your son is going to have a little brother or sister?" "Get the hell out of here!" "Fine, I'm going." "What about the window?" "Get someone else. Here's your ring back." I knew a professional glazier was going to charge her a lot more than I was charging. Eden knew it, too. She started crying real tears. I made her apologize to me and give back the collateral. Then she had to let me fuck her again. She knew I was going to come inside her again, but she didn't complain this time. I must have given her a good come the second time around because she actually kissed me when we finished. If she still hated me, she kept it to herself. I heard later Eden tried to get her married boyfriend to leave his wife and marry her. He dumped her instead. She went to the guy's wife and the wife just laughed at her and told her to get lost. She wasn't divorcing her husband so Eden could marry him. Eden still played the helpless female pretty well and she always has guys sniffing around her, but apparently none with the ability or desire to rescue her from her situation. She didn't even try to play games with me anymore. I got to fuck her anytime I wanted ... as long as she needed something done in return. If I was dealing with someone I wouldn't want to touch with a ten foot pole, my service was always cash or no deal. There were plenty of those. But sometimes they had a daughter or two close to my own age. Hannah was one of those tenants I didn't want to get physical with. She was long past her prime. I guess she had a rough life because she was only 32 years old, but looked a lot older than that. She had a daughter my own age. Her name was Dani. We went to the same school, but I never talked to her before except to say hello. Hannah wanted me to do some painting and repairs in her apartment but she was realistic about her chances of seducing me into doing it. I may have been a horny 14-year-old, but I wasn't desperate. I agreed to a discount as long as I got a roll in the hay with Dani. Dani was agreeable. "You'll have to wear a condom." Here we go again. "I don't wear condoms." "I can't let you do Dani without a condom. She's not on the pill." "That's not my problem. I guess we don't have a deal." "Can you pull out without coming in her?" "Of course I can." I can if I want to. I've never wanted to. "I want to be there to make sure you pull out." The old lady wanted to watch. That was kind of kinky. "That's fine with me." Well, fucking Dani wasn't all that great. Hannah kept yammering, "Don't cum in her. Don't cum in her." And Dani kept chanting, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" like she was starring in a porn video. I was glad when I finally came in her. "You didn't cum in her, did you?" "Yeah, I did." "But I told you not to cum in her." "All I heard you saying was 'Cum in her. Cum in her.' so I did." "I didn't say, 'Cum in her. Cum in her'. I said, 'DON'T cum in her. DON'T cum in her'." "Well, with all the noise you two were making, it was easy to get confused. I thought you changed your mind." "But what if she's pregnant?" I shrugged my shoulders. I wondered if she knew how to spell 'grandma'. "I need a drink." "So go get a drink." "I wish I had the money for a drink." I fished some money out of my pocket and gave it to her. As soon as she left, I fucked Dani again, but not without telling her to keep her mouth shut while we were fucking. She thought the whole thing was pretty funny. Dani wasn't a virgin for a couple of years and didn't care if she got pregnant. Hannah was sitting out in the living room when I came out of the bedroom. I thought she'd gone to the bar across the alley, but she bought a bottle of cheap whiskey at a nearby liquor store instead. Her glare told me she knew what we'd been doing. I went over to where she was sitting. I kissed her on the cheek and started groping her titties. "Stop it," she yelled. "Don't you dare make me spill my drink." She was giggling when she said it. "Put your drink down." She did and I gave her a nice, long titty massage. She was purring in seconds. "I wish it was me you were fucking." "Make yourself real pretty and I just might," I replied. Well, it's amazing how a little motivation and a little makeup can do for a woman. Hannah started to look really good. She still wasn't my ideal, but I wound up giving her what I wouldn't quite call a mercy fuck. I used a condom. A short while later, Hannah got a regular boyfriend. She seemed happy and I was glad for her. My sister Betty was a year and a few months older than me at 16. Like any girl, she liked to be fashionable, but when my dad lost his job and then the divorce, there was no money to buy clothes. She was pretty much stuck with cheap jeans, cheap tops and no-name shoes, nothing she could call fashionable. So the first thing that happened when she realized I was making some money was that she said she wanted some of it. She showed up at one of the vacant apartments I was working in and asked me for a loan. "Why don't you earn your own money?" I said. "I haven't got a job. Can't you part with some of it? I'm your sister after all. How about it, little brother? How about lending me some money?" "How would you pay it back?" "I dunno. I'd pay you back somehow. You can trust me for it, can't you?" "Nothing doing." "Thanks for nothing, Percy." A sister always knows which buttons to push if they want piss off her brother and Betty succeeded with me. "You could earn the money right now," I said. "That way you wouldn't have to pay it back." "How do I do that?" Betty's eyes lit up. She was very interested. "You could let me fuck you for it." She gasped in outrage. "I ought to tell Mom what you said." "Go ahead and tell her," I responded. "I don't care." I did kind of care. I didn't think Mom would appreciate me being rude to my sister like that, but it still wouldn't get her any money from me. "What do you say to the proposition?" "I say go jump off the tallest building you can find. I wouldn't let you fuck me for a million bucks." "I know that, but what about a hundred bucks? You could buy some nice clothes with a hundred bucks." "How can you even ask me that? I'm your sister, for Pete's sake." "Oh, that's right. Then make it fifty bucks." "Fifty bucks? What happened to a hundred bucks?" "Family discount?" "Ha! I should charge you two hundred." "It's a deal, but I get all night and no condoms." My sister blinked as if she was having trouble processing what had just taken place. Had she just negotiated the use of her body to her brother? Two hundred dollars was a lot of money to her. Heck! Two hundred dollars was a lot of money to me. I wasn't sure if she was turning red from outrage or embarrassment. "You're totally disgusting," my sister spluttered. She strode out the front door and slammed it behind her. I shrugged my shoulders and got back to work. Betty gave me the evil eye all through dinner that evening. If Mom noticed, she didn't say anything. On the walk to school the next morning, Betty started bending my ear for a loan again. "Ask Mom for the money," I said. "I have asked her," Betty responded. "She said I'll have to wait until she gets caught up on some bills and she still hasn't received any support payments from Dad." "Don't you have enough clothes?" "They're all rags." I looked at what my sister was wearing, the standard uniform for all the girls: jeans and a top. They didn't look raggedy to me, but what did I know about clothing? At 14 years old, I was satisfied if the clothing covered my ass. I was sure that attitude would change eventually. "I guess if you want money for clothes, you're going to have to earn it." "I'm not going to earn it by going to bed with you. That's incest. Besides, I'm a virgin." "Who are you saving it for, one of those guys at school? I overheard you complaining to Mom just the other day about how some of them were pressuring you for sex. Of course, they'd most likely want you to give it away. I doubt if any three of them could scrape together more than ten dollars among themselves with the exception of the ones dealing dope." "I know it's an outmoded concept," Betty responded, "but I just might be saving my virginity for love and marriage." "Good for you. I could never do that." "So I've heard." I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't surprised my sister knew I was getting pussy from some of the other tenants. "You're likely to be giving up your virginity to some boy sooner or later." "But I don't want to get pregnant and you don't want to use a condom." Aha! It sounded to me like my sister wanted to negotiate. "A condom is no guarantee. At least, that's what I've heard from some of the single mothers in the complex. Accidents happen." "I don't want to be an accident victim," Betty said, "especially with my own brother." "So why are even talking?" I asked. "Is this all hypothetical?" I thought that this was the end of the topic. Not that I wanted it to end. I was getting a boner for Betty just thinking about getting laid by her. My sister was an attractive brunette. I don't think she would ever be a great beauty, but I've seen plenty of guys talking to her at school during lunch. "One thousand dollars for one hour paid up front," my sister said. "Condom required." At least she had the grace to blush when she made that outrageous demand. "No, thanks," I said. "I'm not that rich." And I'm not that stupid, I added mentally. "You already heard my highest and best offer. Two hundred dollars for all night. No condoms. No payment until after." "No effing way," Betty retorted. "I trust you about as far as I can throw you." I felt the same way about her and let her know it. We went back and forth like that all the way to school. Betty wasn't going to budge from her position and I wasn't going to budge from mine. I knew my lovely sister was going to be the one to break. I wasn't desperate. She was. I could get laid any time from one of several of the apartment tenants. Betty could get laid anytime, too, from one of the guys hanging around her at school, but she was unlikely to get much more than a thank you out of it along with a bad reputation. Betty finally gave in on the walk back home, but it had to be on one of her safe days. I was okay with that. I did let her talk me into adding another hundred dollars to her fee. It looked my sister was going to be a prostitute. I didn't feel guilty about it. If Betty did, she could console herself with three hundred dollars. "Can I get twenty dollars from you now?" Betty asked. "You can count it toward what you're going to owe me." "Give me a blow-job," I responded, "and I won't bother counting the twenty toward what I'm going to owe you." "I'll do it for fifty." "Thirty," I countered. "Forty." "Thirty-five, but only if you swallow. Twenty if you spit it out." "Asshole!" "Was that a yes or a no?" It turned out to be a yes. I led Betty into the handyman's apartment. As soon as I closed the door, I zipped down my fly and hauled out my already stiffening prick. My sister looked at it a bit nervously. "Is this your first time?" I asked. "Of course it is," she said. "What do you think I am, a slut?" That's exactly what I was thinking. "Any time you're ready. Don't be shy now." "I can't believe you're making me do this," my sister complained. Jeeze! You would think I had a gun aimed at her head. Betty finally got down on her knees and I was soon enjoying my very first blow-job. There is no such thing as a bad blow-job, as the old saying goes. Either that, or Betty had natural talent. I didn't care which it was though. It only took my sister about five minutes before she had my wad gushing down her throat. She had to swallow hard twice. I snapped her picture with my new smart phone as she pulled away. "Where did you get that phone?" Betty demanded. "The landlord gave it to me to use in my job," I responded. "He gave one to Mom, too." "I want one," Betty whined. "Ask Mom." I was surprised she wasn't going ballistic about the picture I'd taken of her. She was more interested in getting a cell phone for herself. I knew Mom had already decided to give my sister a phone. But first, she wanted to let Betty know it would be confiscated if she abused the privilege. Well, my sister didn't really forget the picture. "If I see or even hear about that photo from anyone else, I will slit your throat in your sleep. Do we understand each other, mister?" "Yes, ma'am." "You owe me thirty-five dollars," my sister said and stuck out her hand. "It's a pleasure doing business with you," I responded and handed her two twenties. "You wouldn't happen to have change, would you?" "No, I don't. I'll owe you." "Let me fondle your bare titties for a few minutes and we'll call it even, okay?" Betty sighed and rolled her eyeballs. Then she got that aggravated look on her face that women are so good at. I thought she was going to refuse, but she pulled her top and bra up, exposing her tits. My sister's tits were nice handfuls and my prick started to stiffen again just from playing with them. Betty was getting excited, too, from the way she was reacting. "Let me fuck you now, Betty," I whispered. My prick prodded her butt as I fondled her tits from behind. I was as gentle as I could manage. "No way. It's not safe. I don't want to get pregnant." "Please." "No." "Pretty please?" "I said no." "Pretty please with sugar on it and a hundred dollars more?" "Three hundred dollars more and no more negotiating." Betty sounded like she was going to stand her ground. Shit! That meant six hundred dollars to go bareback with my sister at a vulnerable time. My common sense told me to stop trying to be so kinky. I was already getting more sex than I could have imagined. This was my sister. This was incest. It was wrong. This was getting expensive. My kinky side won out. "Half now and the other half in a couple of weeks." "Deal," Betty said. I reached down and pulled the snap on her jeans. My sister flinched, but she didn't protest or pull away. I had a small mattress in the bedroom that I occasionally used. Luckily, I had fresh sheets on it. We undressed in silence. Betty had always been careful to protect her modesty, even in a one bedroom apartment. This was the first time I saw her butt-naked. Her body was not too shabby looking. I began to worry if I should be romantic with her. Should we embrace? Caress? What if I tried to kiss her? No, I wasn't going to try any of that. This was a business transaction, pure and simple. Gash for cash. She wasn't any different from any of the other sluts in the apartment complex. I was never romantic with any of them. If my sister wanted to get romantic, she would have to make the first move. We stared at each other for a moment and then I motioned for Betty to get on the mattress. She looked nervous now, but I knew she knew she could just walk away. I wasn't going to stop her. In fact, I was now looking for an excuse to call the whole thing off. That would save me six hundred dollars. When she didn't move or say anything, I said, "Have you changed your mind? Shall we get dressed?" I picked up my shorts and that caused Betty to lie down on the mattress. "I'm just a bit nervous. That's all," my sister said. "I certainly didn't expect my first time to be like this and with my own brother. You don't have to be so mean." The tears hadn't started yet. It wouldn't bother me if they did. I've seen Betty turn them on and off at will like a water tap. I've heard all women have that talent. Besides, I didn't think I was being mean. I just didn't want to pussyfoot around. "Sorry," I said just for something to say. I joined my sister on the mattress. Betty wasn't uncooperative, but she wasn't enthusiastic either. It was probably nerves, but I was already feeling cheated. It certainly wasn't worth the money I was paying for the privilege. It took a minute or so for me to get her snatch slimy enough to penetrate. Her cherry didn't present any resistance though Betty flinched when I slid my prick into her pussy. She gasped and had an astonished look on her face. I think it was the realization that her cherry was gone more than actual pain. Sold to the highest bidder. Her own brother. Betty's snatch was tight, but I had just unloaded into her mouth so I wasn't going to cum again anytime soon. Fucking my sister sort of reminded me of the first time I fucked Maria, totally passive. I didn't mind it then, but I resented it this time because of the high price I'd committed myself to paying her for what was turning out to be a bum fuck. I thrust harder in order to get some kind of reaction out of the bitch. It worked. Betty started moaning and it didn't sound like she was in pain. She was finally getting into it. I guess my sister liked it a little rough. I was finally getting ready to cum. I put my full weight on Betty and with groans of my own starting spraying my sister's pussy with a load of sperm whose job it was to breed the bitch. I felt her pussy spasm around my prick. "There," I said. "I hope you're pregnant." Reminded of the risk we were taking, Betty pushed on my chest. "Get off me. I've got to get that stuff out of me." "It's costing me a lot of money to put that stuff in there," I responded. "The least you could do is keep it in there for a while." "I don't want to get pregnant. Move, darn you." "I think it's a bit too late to just wash it out," I said. "It's too far in now. The best thing you can do now is just hope that my stuff doesn't find your stuff." There was always the morning after pill, too. I heard the school nurse passed those things out to the coeds like it was Halloween candy. Betty was looking kind of scared and I licked at her nipple in order to distract her. Heh! My sister twitched like a jolt of electricity went through her. "You like that, huh?" Betty nodded her head. "Do it some more," she said. I was about to oblige her when the phone rang. It was Mom. "Hi, Mom," I said. "Spike, do you know where your sister is? She's usually home by now." "She's with me. We were just talking." I handed the phone to Betty. "Hi, Mom. Hey, when am I getting a phone? I am? Cool! I'm on my way." "I take it you're getting a phone, too," I said. "That's right. Get off me. I gotta go. Where's my three hundred dollars?" "I don't carry around that much money. I'll give it to you tonight after supper." I watched Betty get dressed. I noticed she no longer seemed concerned about washing my sperm out, only that she was going to get her own smart phone. She even ignored me snapping more pictures of her. At least my sister knew her priorities. She was in a pretty good mood that evening with her new smart phone charging and cash in her purse. That didn't stop her from bitching at me the next morning. "I can't believe the way you treated me yesterday. Like I was a piece of meat," she said. "A pretty expensive piece of meat," I responded. "Since I paid for it, I should treat it any way I want." "You got off cheap. I still think you should be paying me a full thousand. I deserve it." "And if I paid you a thousand, you'd be telling me you deserved two thousand." Betty smiled in response to my remark. There was no question she believed it. "I'll be going to the mall to window shop after school today." "Be sure to call Mom and let her know," I said. "I will." I walked home alone after school. I changed my clothes and was working in one of the newly vacant apartments. I'd just completed unstopping the kitchen sink when Mom walked in. "Betty just showed up with bags of new clothing. When I asked how she paid for her purchases, your sister said she got the money from you." "Uh, yeah," I stammered. "Betty got the money from me." Damn! I couldn't believe how stupid my sister was. Bringing home a bunch of new clothes all of a sudden was bound to make Mom curious about how Betty paid for it all. "What did Betty have to do to get this money from you?" "Do? Uh, nothing." I grinned like an idiot. It was pretty lame as lies go and I could tell Mom saw right through it. I could feel my cheeks burning. Mom's eyes widened as she jumped to the right conclusion. I never could fool her. "Oh. My. God." Mom laughed. That took me by surprise. "You're not angry?" I thought she'd be going ballistic by now. "No, I'm not angry," Mom responded. "I'm not happy about it either, but what can I do? You and your sister are old enough to make your own decisions. Did you wear protection?" I shook my head and told her the whole story. "If you fathered a child with Betty, I expect you to support both her and the child," Mom said when I finished. "I think I'm a bit too young to support anyone," I responded. "I'll tell Betty to get a morning after pill from the school nurse." "What about the next time?" "There won't be a next time," I said. "I can't afford what Betty charges." "Just how much did your sister charge you?" "I paid her three hundred dollars last night and I owe her another three hundred in two weeks." "Darn, Spike! For six hundred, I'd be tempted to let you do me, too." "Heh! I'd love to do you, Mom. As soon as I build up some more cash, we'll talk about it." "Why wait? I could put you on the easy payment plan. Ninety days same as cash." "Are you serious?" Shit! I thought Mom was joking. I wasn't sure anymore. "Don't you think your old mom is worth it?" Mom moved her shoulders back, which emphasized her tits. She was flirting with me. My loins twitched. She was a sexy and attractive lady. Maybe she was just teasing me. I had to know if she was bullshitting me. "No condoms," I said. "Bareback. Down and dirty is the only way I know, so don't expect to be romanced." I was certain my prick was hard enough to punch holes in the wallboard. I think Mom noticed. "Oh, so you want to take a chance knocking me up with your baby, hmm?" "I sure do," I responded. "Are you finished teasing, bitch?" I smiled and winked when I said that. "You silver-tongued devil. I think you talked me into it." I locked the front door and pulled the window shades shut. Less than a minute later, Mom was on her hands and knees with her slacks and panties pulled down. "When was the last time you had any?" I asked as got into position behind her. "It's been too long. Unh!" I was inside my mother with one quick thrust and then set a slow pace. I wanted to get my money's worth, so I was determined not to cum too soon. I wasn't feeling guilty about it either. This was another commercial transaction just like it was with Betty and every other slut that lived in this apartment complex. Yeah, there had to be something in the water that caused the women living here to turn pure slut if they weren't already that way when they moved here. That included my own family. I pulled out of her. "Turn over, slut. Take off the rest of your clothes first," I ordered and watched my mom obey. I felt powerful. She had a dreamy look on her face and didn't seem bothered by my harsh tone. Mom looked like she was enjoying it as much as me, probably more than me. She was getting good money for the use of her breeding hole and she could have been lying to me about being vulnerable to getting knocked up. Lying bitch! I pushed Mom's legs back against her chest and lay on her with almost all my weight. I sped up my thrusts and started pounding her like I did Betty. Mom's eyes popped open and she looked a little scared, or maybe it was excitement. "You like it rough just like your whore daughter, don't you," I hissed. "Yes!" Mom exclaimed. "I'm a whore, too, just like my daughter. Fuck me like you did Betty. Knock me up like you did her and all the other sluts you fucked." Shit! I was the one getting excited with Mom talking like that. I was feeling the need to squirt. A minute later, I was squirting. "Here you go then," I practically shouted and spurted my load deep inside my mother's belly. I wasn't in any hurry to pull out and we remained coupled for almost a full minute while we recovered. "It looks like I might be a welfare mother a little longer than I planned," Mom said. "I hope so," I responded, but I'm not sure I really meant it. I got up and started taking pictures of my mother's naked body including shots of the cream pie oozing out of her snatch. "Uh, gathering blackmail material?" "Just material for my scrapbook of fond memories," I said. Mom still looked a little worried. Skeptical maybe? I handed her my phone. "Delete them if you want," I added. Mom smiled and handed the phone back to me. "If I can't trust you, who can I trust?" Then Mom kissed me right on the lips just like we were lovers. I happily returned her kiss and we swapped spit for a little while. Mom got dressed a few minutes later and went back to our apartment. I wondered if we had started a relationship. I wouldn't have minded. Later that evening, Betty thanked me for getting Mom off her back about the clothing purchases. "What did you tell her?" she asked. "I just told her you were fucking me for the money," I said. "Very funny," my sister sneered. Some people won't believe you even if you tell them the complete truth. Betty was wearing some of her new purchases the next morning: new top, jeans and cross trainers. She had also purchased some lingerie according to Mom and I suspected she was wearing that, too. "I saw this really cool looking jacket yesterday," Betty said. "It was on sale for seventy percent off." "That's nice," I said. "Are you going to buy it?" Betty didn't make a habit of discussing her fashion purchases with me so I suspected this was leading to something. "I need a bit more money," my sister responded. "Well, you'll have three hundred dollars in less than two weeks." "I need it sooner than that," Betty responded. "Tomorrow. At least a hundred dollars." "You won't be getting it from me." If she wanted the money that bad, she could sell her ass on the boulevard where the rest of the local street hookers hung out. I didn't tell her that, but I wanted to. "You already owe me the money. I just need it a little sooner. Please, Spike?" Betty batted her eyelashes at me and I almost burst out laughing. I held it in though. "Fine," I said. "I'll give you a hundred dollars, but you have to cancel the rest of the debt." "What? No way. I earned every dime of that money and I intend to get it." "Well, what's your offer?" "I'll let you do me again, but I won't charge you as much." "No, thanks," I said. "Not interested." "Then make me a counter offer," Betty demanded. "I really want that jacket." "I want a bareback freebie. Last offer. Take it or leave it." "You want me to give it to you for nothing?" Betty sounded disgusted. I didn't care. "And what is with you and going bareback?" "I don't like condoms." "Well, I don't like the idea of getting knocked up." "So get on the pill or get some of those morning-after pills from the health office." "I'd have to get a doctor's appointment before I could get a prescription for birth control pills," Betty explained. "That takes time. And everybody seems to know when a girl gets one of those pills from the health office. I don't want people to know I've been doing it." "Everybody will definitely know you've been doing it if you start having to wear maternity dresses." "So wear a condom." "No, thanks," I said. "Take it or leave it." "Shit ass!" I wasn't sure if that was a yes or a no until we got home from school. Betty told me to go down to the handyman's apartment and she'd meet me there. When she got there, Betty took off her clothes and lay down on the mattress. "Let's just get this over with," my sister said. Heh! Betty didn't know it yet, but I didn't want to 'just get this over with'. I started sucking, licking and nibbling on her tits. She didn't try to stop me. In fact, she moaned in pleasure. I took my time at it, too. I gradually worked my way down her belly and did the same thing to her pussy. I had a wild woman on my hands with her moaning, wiggling and grabbing at my hair. The phone rang. Oops! I might have taken too long. "Hi, Mom." "Spike, is your sister with you?" "Yeah, we're talking again." "Just like last time?" "That's right." I heard a resigned sigh. "All right," Mom said and disconnected. "Do you still just want me to get this over with?" I asked Betty. When she shook her head, I pushed my prick inside her. My sister wrapped her arms and legs around my body and kissed me. That surprised me and I went ahead and returned her kiss, but I didn't get all romantic with her. We fucked until I dumped another load of my sperm inside her body. I rested my full weight on my sibling's body. Betty didn't complain or try to push me off. In fact, she kept embracing me. "What if I'm pregnant?" Betty asked. "I'll take care of you and the baby," I responded, repeating what Mom said she expected of me. I guess that was the right thing to say because she kissed me again. Later that evening, Mom told me she made an appointment for Betty to get on birth control. I kind of expected that. "Please wear a condom if you have sex with your sister again. I don't think Betty is emotionally ready to become a mother," Mom said. "I'll do that," I responded. "But I wouldn't worry too much about it. I haven't knocked up anyone yet." ------- "Estoy embarazada," Maria said. "Usted es el padre." "Huh?" "I am pregnant. You are the father," the woman translated. Shit! "You're sure?" "I am sure. You help me take care of the baby?" "I don't know anything about babies," I responded. "I'm just fourteen years old." I held out my hands palms up in a helpless gesture. Maria nodded as if she expected that response. She said she was going to bring in a friend to live with her and help with expenses. The friend was from the same city in Mexico as Maria and was also pregnant. After the babies were born, they were going to return to Mexico. All I had to do was to keep the landlord and the welfare people in the dark about having an unauthorized tenant. I promised to keep my mouth shut, but I knew I'd have to check with Mom first. "Not a problem, Daddy," Mom said when I explained things. "Thanks, Grandma," I replied. Mom giggled in response. "I wonder how many other tenants you've knocked up." "No one I hope," I said and crossed my fingers. "Congratulations, stud," Norma said. "You're going to be a daddy." She caressed her belly and I just knew she wasn't talking about Maria. "Sit down," she continued. "You look like you're about to faint." "It's just that--" "Relax! I'm not going to cause any trouble for you. It's me who will get in trouble if the cops find out I had sex with a kid your age. I'm thinking about getting my tubes tied after this one is born. Three's enough, you think?" I nodded my head in agreement. It's a nice fantasy about knocking up every woman I have sex with, but the reality is kind of scary. I decided right there I was gong to be more careful and responsible. Except it was already too late for Eden and Dani, too. Oh, well. At least, Mom and Betty hadn't turn up pregnant ... yet ------- One day I was walking home from school when I spotted this familiar looking pickup truck sitting in the parking lot of a convenience store. I walked over to take a closer look. "Dad?" "Spike? How are you? How are Betty and your mother?" "They're both good." I hadn't seen my dad since the breakup with my mom. We caught up each other on the news. Dad had lost weight and he looked kind of haggard. Jobs were still hard to come by and he was living out of his truck. I noticed he had all of his equipment in the back of the pickup and asked him about it. "See that guy over there?" I looked and nodded. There were three men in a much larger truck looking our way. The prosperous looking one was obviously the boss. The other two were helpers. "I'm about to walk over and accept his offer to sell all this equipment. It's a fraction of what I should get. He knows I don't have any choice." "But why?" I knew Dad spent a lot of time and money acquiring these tools for his trade. "I need some money to live on. The truck goes next." Fuck that! "Dad! I know of a job for you and a place for you to stay." "You do?" I told him about the handyman job and how it was really more than I could handle. I also told him about the basement apartment and how it would be a safe place to store his tools. The only condition was that he couldn't drink anymore. "Don't you have to check with the landlord? And what about your mother?" "I got it covered." That was a lie but I didn't want to see him lose the tools he used to make his living. Heck! If nothing else, I'd buy the tools from him. They'd make my work a lot easier. Dad and I flipped off the buyer as we rolled out of the parking lot. We laughed when we saw the guy's mouth gape. I helped Dad move his equipment into the apartment and went to talk to Mom. She already knew I was helping someone move in and was going to ask me about it. Mom became alarmed when she found out it was her ex-husband. She became even more alarmed when she heard about the circumstances I found him in. I think she still cared about the guy. Mom got on the phone with the landlord and talked him into hiring Dad as the official handyman. I was happy she could talk him into doing that. I went and told Dad he was hired. He thanked me, lay down and went to sleep. Dad told me he hadn't had any sleep in a while because every time he nodded off, someone was trying to steal his equipment. He slept two days through. Anyway, that's how Dad became the official apartment handyman. He was happier than a fat rat in a cheese factory. The tenants were pretty happy, too. That's because a lot of the backlogged repairs were finally being taken care of. The only one who bitched was the landlord. He claimed the cash was going out faster than it was coming in. Still, I think he appreciated getting fewer complaints from the tenants and the authorities over apartment conditions. He left Dad alone. Mom didn't. She insisted on handling his finances so he wouldn't be spending anything on booze. He had to account for every dime and Mom even did his grocery shopping as well as her own. She started getting him caught up on back child support payments and forbade my sister from hitting Dad up for spending money. Dad didn't mind Mom's meddling. He said he deserved the treatment because of the way he fucked up. Betty and I wondered if Mom and Dad cared enough for each other to get remarried, but Mom put a stop to that speculation. "I have plans," she said, "and the plans don't include your father." In fact, Mom's plans included marrying Mr. Goldstein. That was a surprise to Betty and me. We didn't even know they were dating. Anyway, a couple of months later, we moved out of that apartment and into a nice house with Mom and her new husband. Betty got a new wardrobe, a nice car to drive and plenty of spending money. She's popular at our new high school and has been dating. We're back to a normal brother-sister relationship. Dad became maintenance supervisor for all of Mr. Goldstein's properties and he even started hiring a crew to handle all the work. I'm part of that crew. I didn't have to, but I still enjoyed working with my hands. My only worry now is that Dad started dating Norma. I told him that the woman was knocked up with my kid. He said Norma already told him. In fact, he started telling me that Norma might become my stepmother. I hope he's just teasing. I have nightmares about that. ------- The End -------

Black On Black by Chemical Ollie ------- Description: A man seduces a widow and her four daughters. Standard cliches apply except my cast of characters are black. No interracial. Codes: MF Mf ff cons inc het Mdom mastrb preg ------- ------- Chapter 1 Women consider me handsome and charming. I appreciate their opinion and I take full advantage of that. I'm also black. Now being a 24-year old black man, you might think I'm going to tell you the story of my bedding and breeding pretty white women and their daughters. Nothing could be further from the truth. It's not that I have anything against the bedding and breeding of attractive women (it's a hobby of mine). It's just that I prefer females of my own race. I'm attracted to white women just like any other black man but my personal preference is for the black woman. Since a lot of black men are trying to fulfill their fantasies of bedding white women I have little or no competition for the black woman, especially where I go to meet them. And where do I go to meet them? I go to a church with a black congregation. The church has always been and will always be the main meeting place for black people in the United States. However, in this day and age, a teenage boy will attend church under protest until he starts listening to his peers instead of his mother. Then he's long gone. The young adult male would rather sit in front of the television set and watch sports than attend church services with his wife or girl friend. That leaves the field wide open for me. My business allows me travel the country (always under an assumed name). I dress well and am well-educated. I drive a late model luxury car (leased) and I have plenty of money although I'm not the type to flash it in the open where it attracts undue attention. I also leased a penthouse apartment through my offshore corporation which cannot be traced to me. When I attend a new church I'm the center of attention, especially from practically every mother and her eligible daughter. There are plenty of married women with their young children in tow also checking me out. It's sometimes embarrassing when some of them corner me after the service trying to get me to commit to coming to dinner to meet the family. I resist anyone trying to lay claim on me until I'm ready to act; then I lay claim on them. I had been attending this one particular church for several weeks when I decided I was ready to act. My target was a widow with four teenage daughters. They were all very pretty and I intended to ask her 19-year old out for a luncheon date. Her name is Lela. Her sisters are Melanie, Kayla and Tawny. Their ages are 17, 15 and 13 respectively. Mrs. Shaw's given name is Vanessa. She is 39 years old and still quite lovely. Her late husband left the family comfortable financially and I imagine she has her share of suitors. I knew that Lela and Melanie didn't have current boyfriends and the two youngest weren't allowed to have boyfriends. "Your voice stands out in the choir, Lela," I told her at the social gathering after the service. "Thank you," she replied. She was pleased with my compliment and a little embarrassed at the same time. "I wonder if you would like to join me for a late lunch this afternoon." That got her attention. "I... I don't know," Lela said nervously. "Let me ask my mother." Her mother was standing a couple of yards away talking to her other daughters. The young lady grabbed my hand and led me over to Vanessa. "Momma, Mr. Wilson has asked me out to a late lunch this afternoon. May I go?" I was a little surprised that a 19-year old would still be asking her parent for permission to do anything but since she was still living at home I suppose it was to be expected. Vanessa displayed a small smile but then put on her concerned parent mask. She wasn't one of the mothers trying to foist her daughter off on me and I appreciated that. "This is kind of short notice," the attractive mother said. "I'm nineteen, Momma." Lela gave her mother a pleading look. "You're welcome to join us," I suggested. That offer pleased her. I wasn't trying to get her daughter off alone. "I can't do that," Vanessa replied. "I have much too much to do this afternoon." "I'll go with them," Melanie offered. That got her a quick glare from Lela but Melanie ignored it. "That might be all right," said her mother, "if Mr. Wilson doesn't mind." "I don't mind at all," I said. "Can we go too?" said Kayla doing a little dance. Tawny nodded her head in agreement. "No, you may not," their mother declared. Both younger ones put on disappointed looks. They couldn't realize I had plans for them too. Vanessa and I exchanged chitchat while Lela put away her choir robe. The news had already spread that I'd asked out Lela. There were a lot of disappointed faces as I escorted Lela and Melanie out to my car. Actually, those disappointed were the lucky ones. I took the two sisters to an upscale restaurant, something a little better than what they were used to. I don't drink when my date can't legally do so. We sipped iced teas while we waited for our order. I paid most attention to Lela since she was my actual date. I barely noticed Melanie until she came back from a visit to the powder room and placed my hand nearest her on her bare upper thigh. The little slut had removed her hose in the restroom and hiked up her skirt when she sat down. We were in a booth in a dimly lit room so Lela couldn't see what was going on. I gently squeezed Melanie's thigh and put my hand on top of the table. That didn't stop Lela's younger sister who began to gently caress my thigh right next to my prick. Our meals were served and Melanie desisted for a while. Eventually, Lela left to visit the powder room and I said, "I'm supposed to be Lela's date." "All's fair in love and war," Melanie replied "I don't think you're going to say anything, are you?" "What do I get if I keep my mouth shut?" I wasn't going to say anything and she knew it. "Anything you want," said the teenager. "I don't care what you do with Lela as long as I get some too." She placed her hand on my prick and began to caress it through the cloth. "I'm glad you think Lela is as ready for it as you seem to be. Would you be shocked if I told you I wanted to do the same thing to your whole family?" I knew I was taking a chance but I wondered if Melanie could be turned into an ally. If so, my plans could be greatly accelerated. The girl's eyes bugged out and her mouth gaped. "You're going to hell just for saying that," Melanie declared. "I didn't know Satan attended church." She didn't take her hand off my stiffening prick. "I find some of my best prospects there," I said. I ran my hand up between her thighs and she spread them to give me easy access. "Take off your panties, Melanie, and give them to me." The bitch gave me another startled look but she obeyed me. I sniffed them after she handed them to me. It smelled of aroused womanhood. I stuffed them in my suit jacket pocket. I wanted to show Melanie I was the dominant partner in this little scheme. Besides, I think she enjoyed being told what to do. "Tawny is only thirteen and I can't figure how you'll get to Momma. She hasn't allowed a man near her since Daddy died." "All things are possible when you have a friend on the inside," I said. "I'll get to them eventually. In the meantime, I intend to fuck Lela; today, if possible. I'll fuck you afterwards. May I count on you?" I wanted to see her reaction to my crude language. She didn't reply but took a sip of her iced tea and smiled. I gave her some quick instructions just before Lela returned. "That building is where I live," I said pointing at one slightly taller than the rest. "I live on the top floor. It's a great view." "Oh, I wish we could go see it," said Lela. I knew she'd say that. "Do we have the time?" Lela looked thoughtful and then turned around and looked at Melanie. "I don't mind as long as Momma doesn't find out," said Melanie. She had read her sister's concerns perfectly and allayed them. Lela turned back to me and nodded. I gave the girls a quick tour of the digs. Melanie feigned interest in my music collection and I told her to play anything she wanted. I cater to various tastes in music so I have quite an eclectic collection. Melanie chose rap music. I hate rap music. Well, it was loud and I took the opportunity to lead Lela back to the master bedroom. We started kissing the moment I closed the bedroom door. Before long I was running my hands up and down her body. When I went for the zipper at the back of her skirt however, she stopped me. "No, Greg!" "Is something the matter?" "We barely know each other and this is our first date. I'm not going to sleep with you on the first date and not for a long while after that. I'm afraid you're a little too fast for me." I nodded and turned to stare out the window for a while. "I think it's time I take you home." She nodded her head. "Will I see you again?" Already, Lela was afraid she had chased me away. "Of course you will," I replied. Lela smiled at me. "Every Sunday at church," I added. "I love to hear your voice in the choir." She stopped smiling. The message was clear. If she wasn't ready to play, I'd send her back to the bench and choose someone more eager. She'd be watching from the sidelines for the rest of the season. I'm sure she was thinking of all the young ladies from church who would be eager to take her place and less likely to be prudish. "Melanie is in the other room," Lela said. "Melanie is a smart girl. She knows we're making out in here. If she dares disturb us, I'll spank her butt." She smiled at the image of Melanie being spanked but became serious again. "I'm not on any birth control, Greg. I'm scared." "I love you, Lela," I declared. "I think I have loved you from the moment I first heard your voice; like an angel singing." Translation: If you love me, you'll let me do what I want and not worry about birth control. I'll take care of you if anything happens. It works every time. She fell into my arms and we started kissing again. When I started to pull down her zipper a second time, there was no resistance. Women have been falling for that line forever but why not use it if still works? The welfare rolls are filled with unwed mothers who foolishly believed their boyfriends. There's no sense trying to reinvent the wheel. My time was limited and I just wanted to break the girl in. I would train her later on how to pleasure me. We kissed and caressed until I was sure she was ready. "Aren't you going to use a condom?" she said. I ignored her question and penetrated her. She was a virgin. I guess her mother brought her up right. It was right enough until I showed up. A virgin at 19 is rare for a woman as desirable as Lela. I was gentle with the girl. After I deposited my sperm inside her we cuddled and I assured Lela of my love and commitment to her. It was a polished speech, delivered many times before her. The young lady liked what she heard and told me she felt the same way toward me. The only difference was that I think she meant it. We dressed and rejoined Melanie in the living room. I winked at the younger girl and she just smiled back at me. She was next. I drove the pair home and paid my respects to Vanessa. I then drove around the block and waited for Melanie and then to a private spot I had scouted out earlier. "Is she good?" said Melanie. "Lela was fine," I replied. "It was her first time. She'll get better with experience." "I'll bet she'll never be as good as me." "We'll see," I said and made a grab for her. From the aggressive manner Melanie talked and acted I didn't expect to have another virgin on my hands but I felt her hymen tear as I drove my prick inside her and she cried out in pain. "I didn't realize this was your first time." That wasn't an apology and I kept pumping away at the same pace I'd established, but Melanie didn't complain and I deposited a load of my sperm where it would do the most good just as I had with Lela. "I can see why Lela is already in love with you," said Melanie as I held her in my arms. "I wish I had you to myself." "That's not in the cards," I replied. "I know." Melanie sighed and said, "I suppose you want me help you get into Kayla's pants now." "That would be nice of you." Lela attended a local community college. She usually took the morning bus to get there but I started picking her up in my car and driving her to school. It was a lot quicker and I always made a detour so I could take down the young lady's panties, plug her breeding hole with my prick and spray her insides with my sperm. In the afternoon I did the same thing to Melanie. On Friday, I picked up Lela for our first formal date alone. I drove her straight to my apartment. "So when can I meet your parents, Greg?" Lela apparently wanted to push along the relationship. It hadn't yet been a week. I wondered if it was because she was already feeling pregnant. I hoped so but at the same time, it meant that I probably wouldn't have time to seduce the rest of the family before Lela would start insisting on announcing our engagement and setting a wedding date. Well, it wouldn't be the first or the last time I'd be revising my plans. "My parents are dead, Lela. There's no other family. I'm all alone." "I'm so sorry," Lela replied with feeling. "I didn't know." "How could you know? I never told you before tonight." Actually, my parents are hale and hearty. I have a brother and a sister along with the requisite nieces and nephews and of course, the growing brood of bastard children I have to my credit. "It's just that we've done so much... and so soon and I'm uncertain how I stand with you." "I love you. That's all you need to know." "But all we've done so far is... make love. Everything seems so backwards to me. We should be getting to know each other... our thoughts, feelings and goals before we get to the physical part of a relationship." "You're right, darling," I said. "I've been so taken with your physical charms I can't get enough of them. Starting tomorrow I'll tell you so much about myself that you'll pass out with boredom and I won't lay a hand on you." Lela laughed and said, "I hope that doesn't happen." "Well, I was exaggerating a little bit but I'm not when I say I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight." It was the first time I'd been crude with her and she was clearly embarrassed by it. She didn't realize she'd be saying the same crude word by the time the evening was over. Lela has an almost perfect body, to me at least; child-bearing hips and a pair of tits that my child will just love to suckle. She watches her weight too. Unfortunately, most black women start packing on the pounds by the time they get to their teenage years. It affects their health adversely and doesn't help their sexuality any. Vanessa and her daughters seem to be an exception. I guess they have the right genes. That's one of the reasons I chose them to have children by me. Another reason is because they're extremely vulnerable in the hands of an expert like me with no husband or father to protect them. On the other hand, having a husband doesn't guarantee a woman is safe from my clutches. I used to concentrate exclusively on married women. I'd knock a bitch up with a baby and she'd blame her husband. It was too easy and I needed a greater challenge. Fucking a baby into a mother and her four daughters is a lot harder and would make me a legend if I wanted to establish that kind of reputation, but I keep quiet about my conquests. If I wasn't able to keep my anonymity, I wouldn't have started writing this story at all. Lastly, there's a submissive streak in the mother and her daughters that brings out the predator instincts in a man. I'm lucky that I'm the first to exploit this flaw in their personalities but I suspect that Vanessa's husband might have been a dominant from little things she has let drop during past conversations. I intended to find out. Even Melanie, notwithstanding her sexual aggressiveness, is merely crying out for a man to master her. Lela was no longer modest around me. She took off her clothes and slipped into a flimsy negligee which I find a lot sexier in a woman than complete nudity. The lovely girl slipped onto my lap and said, "Are you ready to make love to me, baby? It sure feels like you are." She wiggled her bottom against my throbbing prick. A couple of days ago Lela wouldn't have dreamed of being so forward. "Ask me the right way and I might be," I replied. I'd given Lela a couple of hints earlier in the evening on the new etiquette. Did she pick up on it? Lela is awfully smart for a girl. She shyly hid her head in my shoulder for a moment. "Fuck me, baby," Lela whispered. "I need you inside me, inside my coochie. Please, baby!" It wasn't exactly eloquent or original, but it was music to my ears. I positioned Lela on all fours, pulled down her panties and fucked her doggie style. It was a new position for her and I could tell she was uneasy about it, but didn't complain at all. I wouldn't have it any other way. The next day Lela and I went out for coffee. As promised, I told her some about myself. Some of it was true, but so generic; there was no way the dear girl could gain any insights into my past. Other experiences were made up out of whole cloth. I didn't really have to talk that much. Despite Lela's stated desire to get to know all about me, she was the one who dominated most of the conversation. That was all right with me. I was beginning to wonder if I'd have my chance at Kayla, Tawny and Vanessa. We were all going to a church sponsored picnic after services on Sunday. Maybe I'd take some risks then. ------- Chapter 2 After Sunday services, I drove Lela home for a change of clothes and then to the picnic grounds in a caravan of cars with Vanessa, her other daughters and other church members. A lot of the married men and teenage boys, who like to avoid church, willingly go to the picnics for the free food and games. The men make an effort to participate in the activities with their children, but most of them eventually wind up in the back parking lot drinking and bullshitting with each other. Why do they even bother showing up? Since I didn't have anything in common with them I spent a lot of the time helping the women set up the potluck-type picnic. I tried to keep an eye out for an opportunity to be alone with Kayla or Tawny but they decided to spend their time with their girlfriends. Even Melanie had disappeared. While Vanessa was talking with a bunch of other women I whispered to Lela that she should meet me behind a nearby grove of trees about five minutes after I left. There seemed to be privacy there. She smiled and nodded. When she arrived at the rendezvous I took her in my arms and we started kissing and caressing each other. I had pretty much decided to fuck her when a voice nearby startled us and we jumped apart. "Lela Ann Shaw, I'd like to speak to Mr. Wilson--alone." It was her mother. Apparently Vanessa had grown suspicious of her daughter and followed her. "We weren't doing anything wrong, Momma," said the frightened young woman. "Go," Vanessa ordered and Lela slunk away with fear and helplessness written all over her face. The older woman stared at me for a few moments, I think, in hopes of intimidating me but I wasn't having any of it. I wasn't going to apologize or beg for forgiveness which is what I know she wanted. That would have placed me in her power. "Isn't lunch ready," I asked with a smile. She gave me a shocked expression. "I had thought you were a cut above the usual lowlife sorts that try to ask my daughters out. I guess I was wrong." "We're only human, Mrs. Shaw," I replied. "Lela and I are quite fond of each other and we haven't done anything different from what you and Mr. Shaw probably did when he was courting you." "Mr. Shaw was a gentleman at all times during our courtship," she said stiffly. "I wish the same could have been said of you with my daughter. You're not to attempt to see Lela any longer, Mr. Wilson. I hope I never see you again. Goodbye!" "Stand right there and don't make a move," I ordered. "We're not finished talking." "You have no right to talk to me in that matter, young man. If you so much as touch me, I'll scream." She was trying to act defiant, but I noticed she hadn't made a move since I ordered her to stop. "You'll stand there quietly," I said. "You can't order me around. I'm not your... your..." "... slave? You were Mr. Shaw's slave though, weren't you? He trained you well." "Mr. Shaw was my husband." "Mr. Shaw was your master before he married you, isn't that right, Vanessa?" She stiffened when she heard me call her by her first name. I'd always been formal with her before. "He loved me." "I didn't ask you that, Vanessa. I'm sure he loved you. Even a master may fall in love with a slave. Don't forget that a slave can't lie to a master. She risks a whipping if she's caught lying to her master." "You're not my master." Vanessa was being stubborn, but that's only to be expected. She wanted to make sure I was a true master. I took off my jacket and laid it front of her. I didn't want her clothing soiled which might have caused others to comment. "Assume the slave position, Vanessa." She stared at me in wonder for a moment. I prayed I wasn't wrong about Vanessa. I realized I'd been holding my breath and slowly exhaled in relief as the older woman finally knelt down on my jacket and sat back down on her heels with her legs apart. She placed her hands on her knees and stared down at the ground; a perfect slave position. I admired her late husband more and more. I wish I'd had the opportunity to meet the man but he was dead and Vanessa needed a new master. "Proclaim your slavery," I ordered. "I am a slave," she declared without hesitation. "Who is your master, slave?" "Oh, God forgive me. You are my master. P-please, Master, don't treat Lela like this." "Don't worry, Vanessa," I whispered. "Your daughter is nothing like you. If you continue to please me, I shall remain a gentleman with her." That was a lie, of course, but a master has no obligation to be truthful to a slave. A slave may rebel, however, if it is to protect her young so lying to her was the best course of action for me to take. I pushed Vanessa onto her hands and knees. I pulled up her dress, took down her panties and caressed her broad hips. "I'm not protected," she warned, but at the same time she wiggled her ass in anticipation of being fucked. "That's not my concern," I declared. I exposed my loins and drove my prick into her sopping wet cunt. "Dear lord forgive me," Vanessa gasped as I penetrated her. It was tight from long disuse. Of course, things could have gone totally wrong but I had been very lucky. I wondered if my luck would run out, but instead of being apprehensive, I was very excited. Countless men would have gladly traded places with me as I sawed my prick in and out of her, but a woman like Vanessa required special handling and very few have the insight and knowledge needed to exploit her submissive nature. Brute force and intimidation won't work in the long term. Vanessa eventually shuddered into three orgasms before I spurted my seed into her fertile womb. "You're not to wash my seed out or interfere with it in any way, slave. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master." I pulled out of her and zipped up. Vanessa quickly arranged her clothing. "I'm so glad we had this conversation, Mrs. Shaw." "I'm glad too, Mas... uh, Mr. Wilson, but what do I tell Lela? What if I'm pregnant?" I hope you are I immediately thought. "You don't have to tell her anything. I'll do the talking. Now, get moving or people might start wondering what we were doing back here." I purposely ignored her worry about unprotected sex. Vanessa preceded me out into the open just as the group was being called to lunch. Lela was waiting for us with an anxious expression, but I smiled to reassure her and took her hand as we lined up for the potluck. I could tell she was puzzled about her mother and me keeping mum about what we talked about. Lela bombarded me with questions once we were alone again, but I just told her, as nicely as I could, to shut up and eat. I decided to behave myself the rest of the day and returned Lela home with just a goodbye kiss. Later that evening I received a call from Melanie. "I'm in slave position, Master," she whispered. I was startled. How in hell did she know? Her mother wouldn't have told her. I was sure of that. "You were spying on us this afternoon," I said after I calmed down and figured it out. "Yes, Master," Melanie replied. "I couldn't believe my eyes. I would never have imagined my mother was that way." "I think I'll give you a well-deserved whipping the next time I see you." "If you spare me the whipping, I'll tell you some very interesting news, Master." "Do you think you're playing a game with me and do you enjoy calling me Master, Melanie? Or is it your desire that you really become my slave? I wasn't role playing a little game with your mother and I won't do that with you either. A slave's life isn't her own. I can whip her for any reason at all or for no reason at all. I know you heard the part about how a slave cannot lie to a master. She also can't withhold any information from her master. "If I wanted to, I could sell or give you away to another master. He could turn you out and pimp your ass on the street if that was his desire. You would have nothing to say about it. So I'll ask once again, Melanie. Is it your desire that you voluntarily become my slave?" I was really trying to scare her off. Even though she wasn't a natural-born slave like her mother, Melanie could be trained to be a very good slave, but that would take time. I heard her swallow hard and then she said, "Yes, Master." I wish I could have seen her face. "Then proclaim your slavery." "I am a slave." "Who is your Master?" "You are my Master." I couldn't very well initiate Melanie into her slavery over the phone, but that could wait. "What is the news you have to tell me, slave?" "Kayla came down with a slight chill and fever today. Momma wants her to stay home from school tomorrow and rest. She'll be all alone." This was indeed interesting news. I planned to be there and keep her company. Melanie told me Kayla was fond of Japanese comics called manga in the form of graphic novels. The type she liked were romances geared toward young teen girls. I believe they're called shojo. I made a quick trip to the bookstore and picked up copies of a series Melanie said her sister was reading. After picking up Lela Monday morning for her ride to school, I drove back past the Shaw residence and made sure Vanessa had left for work. She was a receptionist for a loan company downtown. I parked on the next block and walked back. I rang the doorbell and the pretty coed opened the door with the security chain still on. Smart girl. "Mr. Wilson?" she said. "Lela and Momma aren't home right now. I'm not allowed to let anyone in." "I know that," I replied. "I heard you weren't feeling well so I brought you a little gift to perk you up." I pulled one of the books out of the bag and displayed it. Kayla gasped and closed the door. I heard the security chain jiggle and the door was pulled wide open. She grabbed the bag and went back inside with me following her. Her mother's admonition not to allow anyone into the house was forgotten. "Thank you, Mr. Wilson," Kayla gushed. "How did you know? I'm going to read every one of them today." She gave me a hug. I could feel her luscious breasts against my chest and my prick began to harden. I didn't fuck Lela that morning. I planned to save all my sperm for her 15-year old sister. "I brought you something else." I pulled an anime DVD out of my pocket. "Maybe we can watch it together. And please call me Greg, Kayla." Kayla's eyes glittered with excitement and I knew she wasn't going to ask me to leave. "Don't tell anyone," the young teen said as she watched me slip the DVD into the player and click on the TV. "Of course not," I replied. I sat down on the loveseat and motioned to her to join me. That's when she got kind of shy and self conscious. "I look a mess," she said. "I should put something on." She had a robe on that didn't flatter her. It pleased me that she wanted to look good for me. "Are you decent underneath the robe?" "I still have my nightgown on." "May I see, Kayla?" I playfully asked. I had expected her to refuse, but the young girl shrugged her shoulders and removed her robe. She was wearing a blue cotton night shirt that came down to mid thigh and showed off her legs nicely. I smiled in approval as she put herself on display. "I don't want to watch any video right now," said Kayla. "I love you, Greg." She stared down at the ground as if ashamed by her statement or afraid of rejection. Perhaps Kayla felt guilty for making a play for her oldest sister's man. I was going to seduce the teenager while we watched the video. It looked like I wouldn't have to bother. I stood up and took Kayla in my arms. I didn't waste any time after a brief but tender kiss. I started pulling up her top and she raised her arms to accommodate me. A mature set of tits bounced into view. Her panties followed and I stepped back to admire the ebony beauty that stood before me proudly displaying her feminine nudity; a black Venus. "You're beautiful, Kayla." I wasn't lying and Kayla knew it. If anyone was built to give birth to several handsome and healthy black babies, it was this teenager. It was a shame that I'd probably be able to breed her only once. "Go to your mother's bedroom and wait for me," I said. She nodded and walked toward the hall. Her broad child-bearing hips swayed gently, beckoning me. I chose Vanessa's bed because it was probably larger than Kayla's own and I wanted to stretch out with her. It was to be our marriage bed where I'd make the pretty teenager a woman and my "wife." I stripped out of my clothes and retrieved an old towel from the linen closet that probably wouldn't be missed. Kayla was stretched out on top of the covers of her mother's bed when I entered the room. She looked surprised to see my own nudity and nervous when she took the measure of my cock stand which stood out stiff and proud. I wasn't in any hurry. No one was due home for hours. I lied down on the bed beside Kayla and took her in my arms. We kissed and cuddled for several minutes. Kayla finally began to relax and return my caresses with her own. "I love you," the pretty coed whispered. She was telling me she was ready to be fucked and I was going to oblige her. "And I love you, my darling," I replied. The little darling looked at me as if to say, 'What are you waiting for?' Kayla was ready and getting a bit impatient. I wasn't going to tease her anymore. She spread her legs readily as I got into position. I felt between her legs and found Kayla was lubricating nicely. "Don't tell nobody," Kayla gasped as my prick sliced through her hymen and seated itself deep in her belly. I smiled to reassure her. "If you don't tell anyone, then no one will know," I said and set about to make the young woman mine. I began to saw my prick in and out of her, varying my strokes and making sure the 15-year old beauty's clitoris received plenty of attention. In relatively little time Kayla was gasping and shuddering through her first fuck-induced orgasm. I led her through one more cum before my prick swelled and spewed a copious load of sperm-filled cum inside the attractive coed's belly. I kissed Kayla and pulled out of her. We cleaned up, making sure we didn't leave any tell-tale signs that might alert her mother. I wished Vanessa could have seen her daughter being bred right there on her own bed, but it wasn't possible. Well, Vanessa would know soon enough when Kayla's belly began to swell with my child growing inside her. No one was due home for hours so I stayed with my new woman for two more fuck sessions. By the time I left, Kayla swore her eternal love for me no matter what happened and who knew. I made the same vow to her but as I embraced the young woman, I was already wondering how I was going to bed and breed her little sister Tawny. I'd never fucked a girl as young as Tawny even though I was 13 years old when I lost my virginity. It was with an experienced 16-year old coed who took a liking to me when she was visiting my sister. That's when I began to appreciate the effect my good looks and charm had on the female sex. She was the one who taught me most of what I know now about seducing women. Luckily, I didn't knock her up. In fact, I didn't sire my first bastard until I was 17 and first starting college. I got involved with a married student who I promptly impregnated. She just as promptly blamed it on her husband. That was when I discovered the joys of knocking up married women with no consequences for me. That's how things remained until I met Vanessa and her daughters. Most people say 13 is no age for a girl to get pregnant and they're right. People get up in arms when it happens--especially if the girl is white. However, the possibility of early pregnancy is a fact of life in the black community. It doesn't cause nearly as much of a stink here. Still, I'd just about decided to pass on Tawny since I already had the four oldest females in the family spreading their legs for me and accepting my seed inside their bellies. Also, there was the difficulty of getting Tawny alone long enough for me to seduce her. Melanie had been a big help with Lela and Kayla, to be sure. I decided bring up the possibility of her helping me with her youngest sister. I doubted if Melanie would balk. She did, after all, wish to be my slave. As it turned out I didn't even have to mention it to her. The dear girl anticipated my wishes. I'll let you read it in her own words as she related it to me: ------- "What are you doing?" "Nothing!" I pulled my hand from between my legs as quickly as I could. I didn't hear Tawny come into the bedroom and she caught me masturbating. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but I couldn't be angry with her. It was her bedroom too. In fact, we shared the same bed. I didn't mind. We were cozy together on wintry nights. "It looked like you were playing with yourself." She grinned when I glared at her. "I wasn't playing with myself." "Then what were you doing?" It was a spur of the moment decision, but at the same time, it was a calculated one. "I was... thinking about my master," I told her. "Your what?" Tawny's mouth gaped and her eyes bugged out. "You heard me." "Momma will have a fit if she hears about you talking like that." "The only way she'll hear about it is if you tell her. I'll just deny it and then I won't talk to you for the rest of my life." "I won't say anything," my sister promised. "Who is he? Who's your master?" "I can't tell you. His name is a secret." Telling Tawny I had a secret master had definitely piqued her curiosity. I knew my master was interested in Tawny and I'd been wracking my brain for ideas on how to deliver my youngest sister to him. She was hooked. Now I had to try to reel her in. "It's just that I get all turned on when I'm thinking about him. I can't help myself." My hand returned between my legs. I didn't care if Tawny watched me or not. "Please tell me his name. Pretty please?" "Why don't you turn out the light and get in bed?" I said. It was bedtime anyway and we'd already said our "good nights" to the rest of the family. She got into bed beside me. "Is he a white man or is he black? Is he handsome? Are you sleeping with him?" "He's as black as Dr. King, he's very handsome and yes; I'm sleeping with him." "Aren't you afraid of getting a baby?" "I don't worry about anything with him. If he gives me a baby, I won't question his right to do so. I'm only a slave and he's my master." "Momma's always told us the only man a woman should sleep with is her husband and only after she's lawfully married to him." "Momma should practice what she preaches." "What do you mean?" "I mean I saw my master take Momma as his slave." "What? I don't believe you." "I don't care if you don't believe me. When I saw Momma kneeling before him in slave position and then letting him use her I was so thrilled I begged him to take me as his slave too." Tawny was quiet for a while and I thought she might have fallen asleep. "So your master and Momma's master is the same man?" "That's right. Momma doesn't know about Master and me, but it wouldn't matter if she did know. She might find out eventually." "Have I met him?" "I'm not giving you any hints, but he has seen you. He thinks you're very pretty." "He doesn't want to make me his slave too, does he?" "I wouldn't be surprised if he does, but I can't speak for him. I'll tell him know you're interested in becoming his slave and see if he wants you." "I didn't mean that. I don't want to become anyone's slave. I'll tell Momma or call the police if he tries to force me. I was just wondering if I should be worried and you know... wondering what I should expect if he does try anything. What's a slave position?" "Don't worry about being forced or anything like that. If you become Master's slave, it's because you want to be. It was the same with me and Momma although Momma didn't realize it right away. I'll teach you slave positions tomorrow if you'd like." "I can't imagine wanting to become a slave after all I've heard and read about slave life." "Oh, it's not like anything like what was done to our ancestors, Tawny. The only way I can describe it is that it's like everything I dreamt about true and unconditional love for a man. You just have to realize he isn't likely to make you his wife even if he does give you a baby." "You'd do that for him?" "I'd even give him my baby sister to be his slave... if you'd let me." I took Tawny's hand in mine. I felt her shudder, but she didn't try to pull away. I realized then I was sexually attracted to Tawny and maybe she was attracted to me a little. "It wouldn't be right. I wouldn't know what to do... and I'd be too afraid." I felt that Tawny wasn't rejecting my proposal outright. She wanted to be convinced. "You just have to lose your inhibitions. That's all. I'll help, but you have to cooperate." "How?" I turned on my bedside lamp. "Play with yourself while I watch." "What? I-I can't do that." "Sure you can. I'm sure you do it in secret just like any other girl. I'll start off first and then it'll be your turn." I shocked her again by pulling my nightdress up to my waist and pulling off my panties. I felt so nasty sticking my finger down between my legs right in front of my baby sister, but it was a good type of feeling nasty. Between being watched and imagining my master was doing me at that moment, it didn't take long before I had the most intense cum I've ever experienced. After I recovered, I sucked the juices from my finger. "Your turn," I said. "Take off your panties. You won't be allowed to wear panties around Master anyway so you might as well get used to it." Tawny just stared at me. I could tell she was having a case of nerves and I'd have to do more than talk and demonstrate. She flinched when my hand dipped under her nightdress and gripped the waistband of her panties, but my sister didn't resist. I slipped off her panties and tossed them on the floor. I couldn't believe how submissive she was. I decided her training could be sped up if I just made Tawny my bitch instead of trying to persuade her into each step of willing submission. She gasped as I pushed my hand between her legs. "Don't Melanie!" "Spread your legs and shut up," I ordered. I'd never spoken harshly to Tawny and she obeyed right away. She was dry when I started fingering her but it wasn't long before she was lubricating nicely. Eventually, she lay back and closed her eyes enjoying the feeling I was producing between her legs. Her ragged breathing told me she was on the verge of nice orgasm. "Who's my bitch," I demanded. My sister opened her eyes and shook her head, silently pleading with me. "Who's my bitch," I repeated and stopped moving my hand. "I'm your bitch," Tawny gasped. "Don't you ever forget it," I replied and finished her off with my hand. We sealed our new relationship with a kissing session. I didn't allow Tawny to put panties back on and she fell asleep with my hand between her legs. The next day I taught her slave positions and what to expect from Master. That evening my sister didn't hesitate when I told her to bring herself off and then taught her how to bring me off too. "When can I meet Master," Tawny asked as we lay naked in each others arms. It was only the fourth night after I seduced her. "Do you think you're ready? I'm not going to order you to do that. It has to be voluntary. In any case, you'll still be my bitch." "I'm ready," Tawny replied. ------- Tawny was in slave position in the middle of my bedroom apartment, stripped naked with a hood over her head. I smiled in approval at Melanie's accomplishment. She was also stripped in slave position. I pulled the hood from the 13-year-old's head. The young beauty blinked her eyes trying to adjust to the sudden light. Tawny looked surprised when she recognized me but then smiled faintly. "Proclaim your slavery," I ordered. "I am a slave," she replied. "Who is your master?" "You are my master." I took off my robe, leaving myself naked, and led Tawny to my bed. Melanie was ignored and remained in place, not moving. With little foreplay or ceremony I destroyed the young girl's maidenhead in a few quick thrusts. She was a brave lass and didn't cry out. "You didn't act too surprised to see me," I said as I continued to fuck Tawny. "I... was hoping it was you, Master. Does this mean that Lela is also your slave?" "Not yet, little one," I replied. "I love you, Master. Please don't ever leave us." Tawny shuddered through her first orgasm and I shuddered through my first ever twinge of conscience. Why didn't I stick with married women? My conscience, however, didn't stop me from filling Tawny's fertile womb with my virile sperm. I won't going into all the times I met with Vanessa and her four daughters. Needless to say, it all had to come to an end. Dear Lela burst into tears one evening and told she was sure she was pregnant. Of course, I told her not to worry. Vanessa called me the next day and told she was afraid she was pregnant followed almost immediately by a Melanie announcing she had tested positive from a kit she purchased at the Wal-Mart. She also told me that Kayla and Tawny had missed their periods. She promised to test them also and get back to me with the results. I didn't need any further results. It was time to move one. I always have a prearranged plan to disappear at a moment's notice and I set it into effect. Two days later my cell phone was disposed of, my apartment was for lease, and my car lease was paid off and returned to the dealership. I was in another part of the country setting up shop. I actually kept in touch with Melanie through an anonymous email proxy. I've seen pictures of all my babies. They're so cute. She told me no one holds any ill feelings against me with the exception of Lela who was heartbroken. Also, I sent money to Vanessa through an intermediary to help out with support. See! I do have a conscience. But you won't hear about me doing something like that again. From now on, I'm sticking with married women. ------- The End -------

Jessica lived in a small basement apartment in the outskirts of Philadelphia. Though the apartment was small and quite modest, she enjoyed the building. Most of the building's residents were middle-aged, and they typically kept to themselves. Although she occasionally missed being around people her own age, Jess loved the peace and solitude that her building provided her -- no one blasted music late into the night, her neighbors left her alone, and she had never even seen anyone in the hallways after 8 PM. Immediately across the hallway was the building's laundry room, which worked out well for the girl. Today was laundry day, though Jess had been putting it off. She had been working on a very important project for work that would be due Monday morning, and she had fallen behind. This weekend was supposed to be catch-up time for her, and she had been working on her project non-stop since arriving home. It was now almost midnight, and she just didn't feel she could spare the hour or so it would take to sit and wait for her laundry to be done. Normally, Jessica would sit and wait for her laundry to finish. Right now, though, that just seemed silly -- no one in her building was likely to even want to steal her clothing, and the odds of someone even coming into the laundry room at this hour were monumentally small. She decided that just this one time, she'd load up the machines and go back to her apartment across the hall. After all, she could always check up on it if she heard someone coming down the hall, and she really needed to get some work done. Jess quickly hit alt-f-s on her computer to save her work, and grabbed her laundry basket, 5 quarters for the machine, and her detergent jug. She made her way across the hall to find the laundry room deserted, as expected. Choosing the machine at the far right side of the room, she dumped her basket in, and had an idea. 15 seconds. That was about how long it would take her to get back into her apartment safely after pressing the start button on the machine. Hardly any time at all. Her basket hadn't quite filled the machine, and it seemed silly not to wash all of her clothes, including what she was wearing now. Additionally, the idea of being naked in public played into some of the exhibitionist fantasies that Jessica had. Reminding herself that no one was awake at this hour anyway, Jessica poked her head out into the hallway to make sure no one was coming, closed the heavy wooden door to the laundry room, and dumped the contents of her pockets into her now empty laundry basket. She stripped down to her panties, and in a moment of fear decided to grab a barely-dirty towel out of the machine and wrap it around herself; just to be safe. After pouring in the detergent and starting up the machine she walked back to the door, pleased with her courage. Meer feet away from the door, Jessica panicked as she saw the knob twist and the door swing open, revealing a man in his early thirties. She let out a quiet, involuntary yelp and dropped her basket as her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation and come up with an exit strategy. Quickly scanning the room, she came to the realization that there was no way out but the door that the stranger was standing in. "I do apologize, miss. I didn't mean to startle you" he said calmly with a chuckle. "It's okay" Jessica nervously replied. She had come to the conclusion that there was really no easy way out of it, but that it probably wasn't that big a deal. She'd pick up her basket, leave, and hide out in her apartment until the man had gone; and then she'd try to pretend that none of this had ever happened. As Jessica picked up her laundry basket, she was horrified to see the stranger enter the room, close the door behind him, and lean up against it. Realizing that her only way out was blocked, she silently screamed in her mind; but forced herself to calm down. She reminded herself that nothing horrible had happened yet, and it was unlikely that anything horrible would happen. This was just an awkward, embarrassing situation, and it would be over soon enough. He probably just didn't realize that he was blocking the door, and it never helps to panic. "You're that girl who lives alone in 1B, aren't you?" he inquired. "Err, yeah, that's me" Jess sputtered out, hoping that after a little small talk he'd move out of her way. He laughed a little. "I'm sorry, I just realized how intimidating a question that could have been. I did, after all, just tell you that I know where you live, and that I know that you are all alone. I can only imagine how threatening that might seem to you." "It's okay" she replied sheepishly. It wasn't, of course. She hadn't thought of the implications of his question at first, but was now beginning to get genuinely afraid. "You know, I've seen you around here" he said, while leaning back against the door. "I'm sure you've seen me too. Well, not really sure, as I don't think you've ever so much as acknowledged my existence, but it seems pretty unlikely that you've never seen me." "I'm sorry?" she offered. She knew he was right, she had seen him around but had never spoken to him. She hadn't done so to be rude, but Jessica was a very shy girl, and it really just hadn't occurred to her. "Now, some guys, they'd probably get offended by that" he continued on. "They'd probably think that you're just some stuck-up cunt who thinks she's too good to lower herself to speak to someone like me. But I don't think that's it. I bet that you're just nervous; after all, it can be scary to live alone. I lived alone when I was your age, you know. I remember how it was." "Look, I really am sorry" she spat out, hoping that was what he needed to hear in order to get out of her way. Unfortunately, he showed no signs of moving. In fact, he didn't show any visible reaction to her apology at all. "Yeah, when I was your age... Would have been really nice if I had someone a little older to help me out a bit, guide me through some stuff" he pondered aloud. "I think I could do that for you. Give you some pointers, keep you out of trouble. Make sure you don't do anything stupid, you know? For example, you're in public area right now, and you're wearing nothing but a towel. What's up with that?" "Erm, well, I'm doing my laundry, and I kinda thought no one would come down here. So I kinda thought I could wash the clothes I was wearing too?" she explained nervously, hoping that some brief cooperation would lead to him moving out of her way. He shot her a condescending smile, looking down at the poor girl. "Well, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about right here. You're young, and probably don't realize it, but towels need to be washed too. See, I'm looking out for you. Don't want your towels to be all gross. The good news though is that you just started the machine, so it's not too late. Let's throw that towel in there." Jessica's mind was about to explode. "Of course I realize you have to wash towels!" she wanted to scream at him, but she didn't have the courage to. "I can't" was all she could muster up. "And why is that, 1B?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to her state of distress. "I just can't!" she spat out, nearly crying. She had meant to sound empowered and strong, but had failed miserably. Instead, she just sounded like what she was: a frightened little girl in a dangerous place. "Now, 1B, this isn't going to work if you don't cooperate" he chortled out with a cocky tone. "When I ask you why you can't do something, you need to give me an honest answer. All you did was restate that you can't, and that really just doesn't tell me anything at all. I'm trying to help you out here, you know? Believe me, 1B, you want me in helping mode here. You don't want me to be disappointed with you, and you certainly don't want me getting frustrated and angry." "Okay, look, I'm sorry" she offered, nearly in tears. "I'm not wearing anything underneath the towel, so I can't wash it now. Okay?" "Well gee, thanks 1B" he answered, his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. "I sure couldn't have figured that one out on my own, and I'm glad you warned me, as seeing a naked girl would just be ever so terrible. But hey, you know what, 1B? I think I'll manage. Believe it or not, I actually have some idea what a naked woman looks like -- in fact, I've actually seen naked women before! Mind-blowing, huh? So yeah, great news, I'm willing to tolerate your nudity. Now, let's get that towel in there." Jessica looked the older man straight in the eye, and summoned up all the strength that she could. Trying her best to sound defiant, she almost shouted at him: "No." Clearly unimpressed with her attempt at defiance, he shot her another condescending grin, took a step forward, and slapped her hard across the face with an open hand. Jessica fell to the ground, mind in full-on panic mode. Her face hurt, but that was the least of her problems. She was terrified, now unable to tell herself that everything was going to be okay. To make matters worse, her body was rebelling against her mind -- always a bit of a masochist, Jessica was turned on by pain; even in situations that were completely non-sexual. Calmly, he knelt down beside her to help her up. "You know, 1B, I didn't enjoy that" he said, sounding tremendously patronizing. "You should never hit a girl, really. It's just not right. But the thing is, you didn't really give me options, you know? I'm willing to make some sacrifices here, like I said, I'm even willing to see you naked. That's okay. But asking me to tolerate back-talk is just too much. I hope you realize that what you did was wrong, I really do. But don't be too hard on yourself. Sure, you disappointed me, but I forgive you, as I'm certain that you'll try harder in the future." Once on her feet, his left hand quickly moved to the back of her head. He ran his fingers up through her hair, and then gripped down. Though not hard enough to hurt in any serious way, it was clear to Jessica that he was in complete control. He walked her over to the washing machine, and jerked back, just a little, on her hair; as if it was a leash and he was merely giving the stop signal. "Please don't make me tell you about the towel again" he warned her. Jessica was in emotional overload. She was terrified for her safety, which seemed less and less safe with every passing moment. Her face still hurt from the slap. She felt more powerless than ever before in her life. Completely against her will, though, she was deeply turned on. The pain, the degradation, the complete control that this strange man had over her; all played into fetishes that Jessica had always kept secret. Though she did not want to be aroused, she couldn't help herself. She removed the towel, and quickly covered her bare breasts with her right arm, hoping desperately to retain some dignity. After placing the towel in the machine and closing the lid, she looked to him sheepishly, hoping that having obeyed his order he would now let her go. "See, now that's a good girl!" he said, while patting her on her head as if she were a dog. "Now, it's going to be a while before that machine is done, so let's have a seat and get to know one another." Unceremoniously, he led her towards the couch by her hair. A few feet away from the couch, he tugged, giving her another stop command. Confused, she looked up at him. "Now see, we have another problem" he explained. "You told me that you were naked under there, what the fuck is this?" he demanded, gesturing at the frightened girl's panties. He raised his free hand up again, as if to strike her. "I'm sorry!" Jessica blurted out, bracing herself for the impact. "I didn't know and I mean I knew but I didn't think I had to tell you" she babbled on, tears now visibly streaming down her face as the emotional overload took its toll. He didn't strike her, though. Instead, he pulled her in, and again, gently patted her head. "There, there" he comforted her. "You made a mistake, and that's okay. Again, I'm a little disappointed, but I forgive you. We can fix this, anyway. You told me you were naked under there, and that was a lie, but we can make it true. Lose the panties." Terrified and in tears, Jessica blindly obeyed; sliding the panties off and hoping that he wouldn't notice the obvious wet spot in the crotch. He immediately kicked them aside, as she attempted to cover her crotch with her left hand while covering her breasts with her right. Satisfied that the panties were off, he roughly shoved her towards the couch, and instructed her to sit. Jessica sat down and immediately crossed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to cover her nudity. Calmly, he sat down beside her, seemingly oblivious to the obvious terror the girl was experiencing. "So, 1B. Tell me about yourself" he instructed. His voice was almost excessively calm, giving no hints that this was anything more than just two neighbors getting acquainted. "I, uhm, I, I don't know" she stammered. The seemingly simple question proved impossible for her in her current state. He may as well have asked her to recite the Declaration of Independance. In Sumerian. Backwards. "Aww, poor girl" he laughed out, condescendingly. "It's not that tough a question, but I guess some people have difficulty talking about themselves. I'll tell you what, how about instead, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer me honestly?" "I guess that's okay" she timidly consented. "Excellent!" he exclaimed, sounding almost impressed with her obedience. "Let's see. Oh, I know! When you removed your towel, I couldn't but catch a glance of your bare tits. They're not bad, by the way. Little on the small side, but that's okay. Anyway, it looked like there was something metal on your nipples, but I couldn't really tell. What's up with that?" "My nipple rings?" she responded, mortified. She had pierced them over two years ago, briefly after her 18th birthday. At the time, it felt to her like she was being brave, making an adult decision and claiming her sexuality as her own. Now, she felt only shame over the decision. "Is that so?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Let me see." Without giving her time to respond, he grabbed her forearms and effortlessly pulled them to the sides, exposing the terrified girl's breasts. She struggled briefly as he quietly giggled, clearly amused by her failed attempt to resist. After a few seconds of struggling, she gave up. He released her arms, but shot her a look of warning; making it very clear to her that she was to keep her arms at her side. "You know, 1B, it's funny" he mused. "When I was younger, it seemed like good girls could have their ears pierced, or they could leave them unpierced. Rebellious girls might get their nose pierced, but that was about it. Only one type of girl would actually pierce her nipples, though. Do you know what type of girl that was?" Jessica couldn't answer. Her mind was overrun by the burning desire to cover her breasts again, combined with the overwhelming fear of what he'd do to her if she did. She attempted to say something, anything at all, but all that came out was gibberish. While Jessica tried to answer, the man unceremoniously touched her left nipple ring, sending involuntary chills down Jessica's spine. He toyed with it for a second, then crudely groped her entire breast in his hand, squeezing. "I guess not" he said, sounding disappointed at her inability to answer. "I'll tell you though. The only type of girl who would get her nipples pierced was a slut. See, when a girl puts jewelry on her ears, she just wants to look pretty. When she puts jewelry in her nose, she just wants to get attention. But when a girl puts jewelry on her tits, well, she's basically announcing to the world that that is what she's for. Having her tits stared at. Getting fucked. Now, I can see that you're uncomfortable hearing this, but it's okay. The world needs sluts. The world needs women it can just use; grab their tits, fuck their holes, dump some cum and leave. We can't use normal girls like that, as they deserve respect. And that's where your kind comes into the picture. So you see, I'm not mad at you. I'm not even disappointed." His implication that she was just a common slut was just too much. Unable to restrain herself, Jessica pushed his hand away and again covered her exposed breasts with her arms, hunched forward, and began to sob tears of shame. "I didn't say you could cover your tits, 1B" he calmly stated. "Sit back up, put your arms at your side. Now." "I can't!" she protested. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry but I just can't do it!" "Poor girl" he comforted her, sounding as if he were talking to a child. He stroked her hair gently for a moment, and then grabbed her by the hair violently and pulled her across his lap, face down. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down against her back with a single hand. Though still calm, his voice was filled with disappointment. "Unfortunately, I think that you just told another lie when you said that you couldn't. I know that I let you off with a warning the last time you lied, but this time, I don't think that I can. Even sluts need to be honest, you know. I won't enjoy this, but we need you to understand that it's never okay to lie." "So, here's the deal" he explained. "I'm going to spank you. Not gently, either, because it's very important that you learn this lesson. After each spanking, I expect you to tell me that you know it's not okay to lie. Once I feel that you really understand that, I'll release you, and you can sit back up. Arms at your side, back straight up, of course. Do you understand?" "Oh god, please no!" she cried. She struggled, but he was just too strong. Laughing at her resistance, he raised his hand up and brought it down hard on her naked ass, resulting in an extremely audible "whack". He wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't be gentle. Jessica was shocked at how hard he had hit her, much harder than he had slapped her face. Even so, the pain of the spanking wasn't nearly as bad as the humiliation she felt; lying naked on a strange man's lap, being disciplined as if she were no more than a disobedient child. "Well, 1B?" he inquired impatiently. "I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she blurted out, terrified and in tears. "Nah, I just don't buy it" he stated, as if nothing was abnormal about the situation they were in at all. "I mean, if you were really sorry, I don't think I'd have needed to prompt you for an answer." Raising up his free hand he spanked her again, just as hard as the first time. "I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she forced out immediately, hoping that a prompt reply would save her from additional punishment. "Better, but still missing something" he answered, sounding almost bored. He spanked her again, this time even harder. "Oh god please stop I'm so sorry I lied I'll never lie again I swear to god!" she cried. The pain was now significant; she could feel the blood rushing to where she had been struck and knew that there would be a bruise. "Much better, 1B" he laughed. "See, even the stupidest slut can learn, when properly motivated. I now believe that you understand that what you did was wrong, but I just need to do one little thing to make sure that you don't forget." While laughing, he spanked her rapidly for what felt like eternity. As soon as she felt that she could no longer take it, he released her without saying anything. Timidly, she crawled up off his lap and took a seat, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her ass and sit up straight. "You know, 1B," he calmly explained, "it really looks like you're tempted to cover those little slut tits of yours again. Let's make this a little easier for you to resist, I want you reach behind your back and grab your wrists." Afraid to disobey, Jessica did as she was told, and forced herself to sit up straight. Her ass hurt terribly from the spanking, she was terrified, and yet, completely against her will she felt more aroused sexually than she had ever been. "Somehow I doubt that you have the $1.25 you're going to need for the dryer. I mean, no need to check your pockets or anything" he joked. "That's going to be a problem when the machine is done. See, the washing machine only washes your clothes, it doesn't actually dry them. Fortunately, if I'm not mistaken, apartment 1B is right across the hallway. We can go back to your apartment to get the change, so that way, we'll be ready." "That's okay, you don't need to come with" Jessica blurted out, hoping for a chance to escape. Laughing, he grabbed her by her hair again, and pulled her to her feet. "Now, that's just silly a silly idea" he answered. "I can't just let you go on your own, you're naked and in public. It just isn't safe. After all, there're some very bad men out there, and they might try to take advantage of you in your current state. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Forcing her to walk a few steps ahead of him, he looked at the marks he had left on her ass. "You know, 1B," he commented, "You have a pretty nice ass. Granted, it's a bit chubby, but you know what they say: the bigger the cushion the better the pushin'." "Uhm, thank you?" she offered, unsure of how to react but not wanting to make him angry. She was painfully aware that he was staring at her ass, and felt terribly uncomfortable about it; but had no way to make him stop. "Good girl, you should always thank me when I compliment you, even if it is on something like your fat ass." he laughed. "Tell me, 1B. Have you ever gotten fucked in that fat ass of yours?" "No, that's disgusting!" Jessica protested, crying softly. It was true. She had always been afraid of anal, and aside from one boyfriend who attempted briefly to sneak a finger, had never even experimented. Now across the hall, Jessica opened the still unlocked door to her apartment and entered, the man immediately behind her. The sense of safety that she used to feel when coming home was perversely reversed, somehow she felt even more vulnerable than she had in the laundry room. He closed the door behind them, and she tried to walk towards the desk where she had the change, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he made her stand still, all the while staring at his handiwork on her bruised ass. "It's a shame, really" he stated, his voice dripping with disappointment. "See, good girls have one hole -- a vagina, which they use to make love to their husbands. Sluts, though, they have three. They're not for making love, of course, and they're certainly not limited to marriage. Really, anyone can use them, at any time, for any reason. But I digress. Tell me, 1B. Have your other two holes been fucked?" Jessica was shocked by the crass way he spoke about her sex life, but still remembered how much the spanking had hurt. Knowing that she had to answer, she let out a timid "yes", hoping that it would be enough. "I think I'd like a more elaborate answer, 1B" he said with a disapproving frown in his voice. "Complete sentences, and all, so that I know you understand. Which hole, what was it fucked with, how often, how many guys or girls, et cetera. And I don't want to make you nervous, but you're trying my patience right now. I wouldn't want to have to correct you again." "Jesus, please don't!" Jessica begged, terrified at the idea of another beating. "I've had my mouth fucked with penises, by six different guys. Never any girls, though. I've taken three men's penises, fingers, and tongues in my vagina. I don't know how many times, though. Maybe 50? I really don't know, please don't hit me." "Haha, that's a good one" he laughed, as if she had made a joke. "You've had `penises' in your `vagina?' Please. Respectable, nice women have vaginas. What you have is a cunt. Or a fuck hole. A pussy, a cock holster, whatever -- but not a vagina. Now try again, but please, no more joking around." "Okay, I'm sorry!" she blurted out, now truly panicked that she was going to be punished again. "I've had my cunt fucked by three men. They used their cocks, their fingers, and their tongue. Please don't hit me, I'm trying as hard as I can to be good!" "Poor girl, you're really scared, huh?" he asked. "Calm down now, I promise that I'll never hit you unless you leave me no other option. I don't like hitting you, you know, but I'm willing to make sacrifices for your own good." "Sadly, we do have a problem" he continued on. "Your answer was good enough, but the thing is, it's like I said: sluts have three holes. Now, we know of course that you're a slut. I mean, you have pierced nipples, you call your vagina a cunt, hell, you've even let three guys use it as they please -- possibly at the same time for all I know. Thing is, a slut that only uses two of its holes is really only two thirds as useful as it could be. Sluts need three holes. Sometimes guys just get bored fucking the same hole, and want to switch it up. Sometimes the hole they're in just feels too loose. Hell, sometimes, as I suspect may soon be the case for you, they just don't feel like waiting in line." "I have good news, though. I'm here to help you, like I said. I can see that you're in pain, I can see how ashamed you are to be only 2/3rds the slut that you could be. So, I'm willing to make another sacrifice. Before this night is over, I promise to take the time to fuck you, right in your little slut asshole. But don't worry, I'm not going to just crudely pump and dump in your ass. I'll take my time, make sure that you're ready, and just for good measure I plan to fuck your other two holes first. You know that I'm telling you the truth, don't you?" "I do" she sobbed out. It was now impossible to ignore the reality. She was standing completely naked in her own home, overpowered by a man whose name she didn't even know. He had informed her that he planned to rape her and take her anal virginity, and she had no reason to doubt his word. "I'm glad you understand, slut" he answered. "You probably should have thanked me too, but I'm going to let that slide. For now, at least. Still, when a man offers to break in fuck holes that are sloppy as yours most likely are, you should probably show some fucking gratitude, you know. Now let's take a look around." Giving her head a push, he walked her past the desk into the kitchen area. On the counter he spotted a small package of rope. Picking it up, he gave her a somewhat knowing, somewhat disappointed look. Jessica wanted to explain that it wasn't anything dirty, she had bought it so that she could put up a clothesline in her kitchen so she could save money on the dryer; but she realized he probably wouldn't believe her, or even care. Taking the rope with him, he turned her around and led her straight to her bed on the opposite side of the small studio apartment. Without asking permission he opened the night stand drawer, finding what he most likely expected to find -- a small, bright green vibrator, about 3 inches long. Laughing at her, he placed the vibrator in his pocket. He picked up her purse, which she had left next to her bed, and dumped its contents on the bed. Eyeing a small tube of Vaseline that Jessica had for her lips, he again laughed at her and picked it up. "Well, guess there's really no question that you are indeed a true slut" he taunted her. "It occurs to me, that this is actually terribly rude of me" he sighed. "Here we are, abandoning your clothes and just hoping that no one steals them, for what? $1.25? I am truly sorry, slut, I should just loan it to you. I'm sure that I can trust you to pay me back. After all, I do know where you live, and believe me, you'll be seeing a lot of me in the future." As he led her back towards the door, Jessica's mind raced. She still hadn't completely processed the idea that she was nude, vulnerable, and about to be raped. She had no idea what he was planning to do with the rope, vibrator, and lubrication that he had taken from her; but she knew it wasn't good. On top of that, she realized that he pretty much just told her that he'd be raping her again in the future, and again she had no reason to doubt him. Now at her apartment door, Jessica panicked a little inside. Though she realized that she was already in the worst-case scenario, she couldn't help thinking that she was still naked and about to be forced out of her apartment, into a public place. She wanted to hesitate, but he would not allow it, crudely pushing her through the door and dragging the frightened, crying girl back into the laundry room, releasing her hair only once she was again seated on the couch. Strangely, Jessica was most concerned with the laundry room door, which he had left open. Despite all that was happening, she was still afraid that someone would walk by and see her. "You cross your legs so tightly when we sit down" he observed. "It's almost like you really, really have to piss. Is that what it is, slut? Do I need to take you to go potty?" "No, I'm sorry" she whimpered. "I'm just embarrassed." "Embarrassed?!" he laughed. "You're a slut! Sluts should never be embarrassed by their fuck holes. Hell, that's pretty much all you are, three fuck holes and a body to keep them warm enough to use. A good slut never crosses her legs, as doing so would only cost the men around her valuable seconds that could be spent dumping sperm in her. So, let's stop playing games now. We both know what you are, and I think it's time you started acting like it. In fact, pretending you're not a slut by crossing your legs is dangerously close to lying, and I would hope that you remember how I feel about lying." Accepting her fate, Jessica did as she was told and uncrossed her legs, even managing to move them apart an inch or two. Not yet satisfied, though, the man reached over and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs open as far as they would go and boldly exposing Jessica's obviously wet vagina. Aware that her arousal was now plainly visible to the man, Jessica began to cry again in humiliation -- but did not dare attempt to close her legs from the lewd pose he had put her in. "Well, that's strange" he commented. Jessica braced herself for a comment about her visible wetness. "Your tits are a little small, but it's obvious that you've been through puberty. Just the same, I don't see any hair on that little cunt of yours. Where's your cunt hair, whore?" Though relieved that he hadn't commented on her sexual arousal, Jessica wasn't happy about the question. Just the same, she realized that she had to answer. "I, uhm, shave it?" she offered. "Ah, of course!" he exclaimed. "That makes sense. Pubic hair can be a magnet for cum, and I'd imagine a slut like you probably expects more than a little cum to be dumped in that general area. Good thinking, slut." "Thank you" she timidly replied. "Hold still a minute, I want to get some pictures real fast" he stated matter-of-factly. "Please no" she began to protest, but was silenced by an irritated look from him. He got up, pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and aimed it at her. Seconds later, an audible shutter sound came from the phone as Jessica wept. "No, that won't do at all" he growled. "You're a slut, showing off your most important part. You should be happy to have me paying attention to such a worthless cunt, and yet, you look almost sad. Let's try it again, but this time, I want you to smile. If you don't smile, I'm going to have to assume that you think you can get away with lying to me by pretending you're not just some dumb slut." Jessica forced out a half-assed smile. After a disapproving look from the man, she realized it wasn't good enough, and tried harder. The camera made the shutter sound again. "Much better" he announced. "Here, let me show you." Sitting back down, he held his cell phone in front of Jessica. The phone's low-resolution camera had worked against her. As near as she could tell in the picture, her smile actually looked genuine. Maddeningly, the camera didn't seem to pick up the tears streaming down her face -- and yet somehow, it showed the inflammation in her sex. Jessica was disgusted with herself, the picture showed her as precisely what he had claimed she was: a filthy, depraved slut. Involuntarily, her knees began to inch closer together from the shame. Noticing this, he shot her a warning look. "My poor slut," he said, "you seem to be dangerously close to closing your legs. I don't want to have to punish you for lying again, you know." Grabbing her again by her hair, he forced her to her feet and walked her to the coffee table mere feet in front of the couch. "Straddle this, slut" he ordered. Reluctantly, Jessica climbed onto the coffee table. As soon as her chest touched the cold wood, he roughly pulled her back a couple inches and he lashed her left knee to the table's leg with the rope he had taken from her apartment. As he repeated the process for her right knee, she realized just how vulnerable she was about to be and attempted to sit up. Laughing, he pushed down on her back, forcing her back into the table, and grabbed her left arm, tying it too to one of the table's legs. Accepting her fate, she offered no resistance as he tied her right arm down. "See, now isn't that better?" he asked mockingly. "Now you won't have to waste your limited brain power on keeping your fuck hole available. I know, I know. I spoil you." "Thank you" she choked out. "Now, I didn't want to say anything earlier, as I obviously wouldn't want to embarrass you, but is there something wrong with your cunt? It looks like it's just totally drenched." Crudely, he groped her cunt and let out a hearty laugh. "Jesus Christ, did you piss yourself or something? I've been with sluts before, but I really don't think I've ever seen one this fucking wet." Paralyzed with humiliation, Jessica was unable to answer. Instead, she quietly sobbed to herself, wishing that her body would cooperate with her instead of him, wishing she wasn't more turned on than she could remember ever being before. Still laughing to himself, he pushed a finger in. Finding no resistance, he removed the finger, and pushed in two. Clearly amused, he pulled out the fingers and held them in front of the frightened girl's face; showing her how they glistened with her cum. "So, I have good news, slut. You probably haven't figured it out by now, but I was actually planning on raping your cunt now. Thing is, seeing how wet it is, I don't think I can rape you." "Really?!" Jessica exclaimed. She hadn't expected it to be over so quickly, but was thrilled at the possibility that it might be. In her mind she was already playing out the idea of being untied, running back to her apartment, pretending that none of this had happened. "Really, slut" he answered. "I mean, there's no way that fucking a cunt that is this wet could be considered rape. If anything, it would be cruel to you to not fuck it. In fact, I think I need to get a picture of this, just so if you try to cry rape I can demonstrate that you really were asking for it." Seconds later, Jessica heard the same shutter sound she had heard earlier, coming from right between her legs. Seconds after that, she heard the sound of a zipper, followed by pants dropping to the floor. Devastated by the realization that he had no intention of letting her go just yet, she continued sobbing to herself. The man grabbed her hair again, in a way that had sickeningly become almost familiar to her by now. "I'd tell you to brace yourself, slut," he growled, "but with a cunt that wet I don't think it will be necessary." In one brutal move he jerked back on her hair while thrusting his cock into her as deep as he could. Jessica let out a yelp of pain. To her surprise, the pain was from her hair being pulled -- not the brutal rape she was experiencing. Disgusted with her body's compliance she found herself moaning quietly as he roughly thrust in and out of her. Horrified, she realized that if he continued she would be unable to prevent herself from orgasming. "Please stop" she begged between moans. "Stop? You can't even stop yourself from moaning, and you want me to stop?" he taunted her. "Oh, I think I understand. You're concerned for me, aren't you? Aww, such a compassionate little fuck toy. I can tell what you're thinking. You're thinking, this poor man, having to fuck such a slimy, disgusting hole. And you know what? You're right. It is disgusting. It's like fucking a waterslide. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not too loose, but really. With each thrust, I can just feel my cock being coated in yet another layer of your slime. And really, who is going to clean that off? But I told you I was willing to make sacrifices for you, and I meant it. So yeah, fucking this slime puddle is pretty fucking disgusting, and in a way, you're pretty fucking disgusting too; but it's okay. I'll forgive you." "Oh god, you don't understand!" she protested. "I'm going to cum! Please, please stop! I'll do anything you want!" "Well, of course you're going to cum. That's what sluts do when they get fucked. It doesn't matter if it's someone who cares about them, a stranger, hell, you'd probably even cum if you were being raped by a dog. In your little slut brain, you just don't have the mental power to process any of this -- all you know is that your hole is getting fucked, and you're happy to have it fucked. Really the problem here is that you keep trying to fight your nature. Now, I told you, there are decent, respectable women out there, who work hard for that respect. That's not you. You don't deserve respect, as your leaky cunt clearly shows. See, your role isn't to be respected, it's to be fucked, by anyone willing. And when you fulfill your destiny, and get a cock, or a tongue, or a strap on, or really anything in you, your body rewards you. And that's where our problem is, because you just don't understand. The fact that you are going to cum from being raped by a stranger who's a decade older than you isn't your problem, it's your definition." That was all it took. Unable to hold herself back, Jessica experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. Realizing that hiding it was futile, she moaned loudly. As her cunt walls quivered he thrust as deep as possible into her, pulled her hair back, and help her in that position while her orgasm rocked through her body. "Good slut!" he laughed. "I'm glad you finally realized that being fucked to orgasm is what you're for, and I'm happy that we can put your problem behind us. Sadly, there's still my little problem, though. As I said, my cock has been getting coated in your filthy whore juices, and someone is going to have to clean it off." He withdrew his still erect penis from her and walked around the table, crudely shoving it in her face. Jessica saw that he was being truthful, his dick gleamed with her cum. Unable to ignore the smell of her own sex, Jessica was mortified. She hated all cum, even her own. She had always made her boyfriends wear condoms, and never engaged in oral sex after any type of sexual intercourse. In fact, she had never tasted herself before, and yet here was this cock in her face, that he clearly expected her to suck. Clearly disappointed by her hesitation, he slapped her across the face -- not too hard, but hard enough to remind her that she was at his mercy. Stunned, Jessica looked up at him, her mouth open. Taking quick advantage of this, he rammed his fingers into her mouth, prying her jaw. Once her jaw was open, he thrust his cock into her throat with the same lack of gentleness he had used on her cunt. "I'm sure that I don't have to tell you this, slut," he explained, "but if I so much as feel a tooth, I'll be removing all your teeth myself, and I promise you that you won't cum from that." Having made the threat, he removed his fingers, burying his cock deep in her throat and gagging her. The acrid taste of her own juices was both nauseating and somehow intensely erotic to Jessica. In horror she watched as he gently pinched her nose shut, cutting off her only access to air. She attempted to look up and plead with her eyes while making distressed grunts, but he only laughed. "What's the matter, slut?" he mockingly asked. "You look almost unhappy, and that just doesn't make any sense. You've got a dick in you -- yeah, maybe it's not your favorite hole, but a dumb cunt like you can't really be too picky anyway." "I can't breathe!" she tried to scream, but was muffled by the stranger's cock in her mouth. "Moy gant broove?" he asked, feigning ignorance to her predicament. "Slut, I don't even know what language that is, but I'm sure that I don't speak it. Now tell me, what's wrong?" Again she tried to tell him, tears streaming down her face. Again, he claimed to be ignorant to her problem. Jessica was now feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation, and needed fresh air desperately. Laughing, he removed his cock. "I'm just kidding, slut he explained jokingly. I know that you can't breathe, but you need to learn to trust me. I wouldn't actually suffocate you -- if I did, your holes would go bad. Granted, they're pretty lousy holes, but you know, waste not, want not. Incidentally, just because I've removed my cock does not mean that you should stop worshipping it." Taking the hint, Jessica opened her mouth and kissed the tip of the strange man's erect penis. She could still taste and smell her cunt juices, but knew better than to complain. "Wow, slut," he commented, "you must really love the taste of cunt -- even if it's your own. I can see how much you love this, I really can. It's amazing, really, you claimed that you have never been used by a woman, and yet, here you are, gorging yourself of cunt slime coated cock. " "" "So, there is a lesson here" he continued, punctuating his sentences with painful thrusts down her throat. "As a slut, you don't have the right to refuse any attention to your holes. I don't know why you've made yourself unavailable to women, but that's going to change. You clearly love the taste of cunt, so whether or not you consider yourself a twat-sucking dyke is irrelevant. From now on, you're going to accept any attention that anyone shows your holes -- doesn't matter if they're male or female, young or old, whatever. You're going to offer them whatever they want, and you're going to be grateful for it." As he fucked her face while lecturing her, he pulled out his cell phone again. After pressing a few buttons he showed it to her. On the screen, she could make out a video playing. She recognized her own naked body tied to the table, and watched as the man on the screen raped it mercilessly. Horrified, she realized there was audio. Disgusted with herself, she was unable to ignore the sounds of her own orgasm coming from the man's phone. "I thought you'd like that, whore" he explained. "See, I took a little video of the good time you had, just for fun. I can see you crying, and I think I know why. You're afraid that being on a phone, it's probably going to get deleted. Well, don't worry, slut. It may be deleted from the phone, but not before I show everyone in the building who is interested -- after all, I think they should have the right to know what kind of a filthy whore lives in their basement. I'll be uploading it to the Internet, too, just to make sure that it never really goes away." Removing his cock from the crying girl's throat, he walked back to the couch and picked up the small tube of Vaseline that had fallen out of his pocket. As Jessica watched, painfully unable to stop him, he returned to her and squirted a generous amount into her vulnerable anus. "God, please, not that! Please sir, anything but that!" she pleaded. "I'd love to spare you this," he explained, "but I told you that I was going to help you, and I'm going to help you. A two-holed slut is worthless, and I think you realize that. You might not believe me, but I know that you can be more. I know you can reach your full potential, and for you, that means having three fuckable holes." As he explained himself, he began massaging the lubrication into her asshole -- first with one finger, then two. "Now, I know this is scary for you, but I'm going to walk you through it. Right now, I'm finger fucking your asshole. You feel that, don't you?" "I do" she quietly sobbed. "I'm finger fucking your asshole for a reason, though. I need to loosen it up a little, just enough that I can fit that vibrator of yours in there. Once I can do that, I'm going to fuck you with it -- gently at first, but gradually harder. It's funny, really. You'll technically be losing your anal virginity to a goddamned piece of plastic, a toy. Even by the obviously low standards we have for sluts, that's pretty fucking pathetic. Of course, I'll only be butt-fucking you with the toy to loosen you up. Do you know what I'm loosening you up for, slut?" "I do" she sobbed again. "Prove it. Tell me, slut" he challenged. "You're loosening me up because you're going to fuck me in the ass. Please don't? Please?" she cried. "Silly slut, do you really think that will work?" he asked. Believing she was ready for the vibrator, he removed his fingers and pulled the vibrator out of his pocket. Aiming it at the opening, he applied slow, firm pressure, and watched as it gradually slid into her. "No, but please? I swear to god, I'll do anything. Just fuck my cunt some more, okay? Please?" Laughing, he ignored her feeble attempt to bargain. The vibrator now fully in her asshole, he removed pressure, and watched as it slid back out. When only an inch or so remained in the girl, he pushed it back in -- just a little faster than the last time. Pain and humiliation coursed through Jessica's body, but to her horror, there was something else there as well. Pleasure. As the pain gradually subsided, she felt actual pleasure from her violation, which only compounded her humiliation. Disgusted with herself, she began to realize that having her ass fucked, even with a toy, was something she actually enjoyed. By now, the toy was going in and out rather quickly. Satisfied with the progress he had made, he squirted more Vaseline into her asshole, fucking it in with the toy, and a little on his own penis. Feeling that she was ready, he removed the toy and placed the head of his cock at the opening of her asshole, and gently pushed it in. The brief pleasure was immediately replaced with immense pain. Though his cock was by no means abnormally large, it was significantly thicker than the toy she had been fucked with. Jessica let out a visceral groan. Although he did not remove his cock, he did pause to give her time to adjust, still keeping a small amount of pressure on. He had time, and wanted to make this last. As the cock gradually slid deeper and deeper into her, Jessica lost her ability to protest verbally. She could only moan in pain and humiliation as each inch slid into her formerly virgin asshole. Once it was in all the way, he collapsed on top of her. "Guess what, slut?" he chided. "My cock is all the way in your ass. You are now officially getting ass fucked! Did you know that?" "Please just take it out" she begged. Rather than take it out, he slapped her on the back of her head. "You didn't answer my question, slut" he explained. "I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm being ass fucked! I have your giant cock up my asshole, and it's fucking me! There, I said it! Please stop now? Please?" Laughing at her cries, he began to fuck her. Slowly, but hard enough to make her aware that she was, in fact, going to be getting legitimately fucked in her asshole. "Now, I know this is your first time, so I want to make this a good experience for you" he explained. "Communication here is key; I need to know if you want me to go faster or slower. So, what we're going to do is use a simple code. If you want me to fuck your asshole harder, just say `slower', or something along those lines. I doubt it will come up with a whore like you, but if for whatever reason you want me to fuck your asshole softer, just say `Please fuck my dirty little shit hole harder, sir.'" As the girl cried, he decided to give her a reason to communicate. He slowly slid his cock out of her asshole, until only the head was still inside; and then thrust it in, hard. As she yelped in pain and struggled helplessly against the ropes that bound her to the table, he could only laugh at her. "Oh god!" she cried. "It hurts so bad! Please slow down!" "Slower, huh?" he inquired. "Well, I know what that is code for." As he began to fuck her ass in earnest, she remembered the cruel joke of a code that he had just explained. She knew it was likely a trap, but had to try it. "Please sir fuck my dirty little shit hole harder?" she cried out, ashamed and humiliated. "What was that, slut? I didn't hear you. Gotta speak up if you wanna be heard, you know?" he replied. "Please sir fuck my dirty shit hole harder please!" she cried, louder this time. "God, you really are a slut!" he laughed. "Wasn't but half an hour ago that you were swearing that getting ass fucked is disgusting, and now look at you! Outright begging for it! You know, I still care about you, but I do have to let you know something. You disgust me. I mean, really. Now, I don't mind using you as a cum dumpster or anything, but come on. Sluts like you give women a bad name. Look at you. Cunt dripping, getting fucked in all three holes by a man she just met, begging for a hard ass fuck? It's really just gross." As he continued to fuck her asshole, Jessica came to realize that the same thing that had happened with the toy was now happening with his cock -- the pain was leaving, being replaced with pleasure. Just as she had been unable to stop herself from quietly moaning earlier during her vaginal rape, she was unable to keep quiet now as well. Terrified, she realized that if he kept this up, she would orgasm yet again. "Oh god, you have to stop now!" she pleaded. "I'm pretty sure I don't" he answered sneeringly. "You don't understand! Just please stop? Finish in my cunt, my mouth, I don't care. But you need to stop!" "I don't understand?" he asked. "What exactly is it that I don't understand, slut? That you're going to cum? Of course you're going to cum. We had this talk. I'm using you as you're meant to be used, so your body is rewarding you. It knows you're nothing but a life support system for three holes, which is funny, really, cause you don't. Hell, your cunt, your asshole, and mouth -- none of them have their own brain, and yet, they seem to be smarter than you, you dumb bitch." "So, yeah, I think I do understand. I understand that you're a fucking slut. You know who doesn't understand, though? You. You don't understand the sacrifices that I'm making, fucking a disgusting little piggy like you. You think I like to be buried up to my balls in your ass? You think I like bathing my cock in your cunt slime? No! But I make sacrifices -- sacrifices that you just don't seem to appreciate. I told you earlier about thanking me earlier, and you seem to have just ignored it. Well, maybe that's my fault, because I didn't correct you, but it's stopping now. You will thank me after each sacrifice I make for you, or you will be punished." Unable to restrain herself any longer, Jessica gave in to her orgasm. Seeing the helpless girl cum like that, hearing her moans was enough to push the man over the edge as well. He pulled his cock out, aimed it at her gaping asshole, and blew a load of semen right into it. Exhausted, he pulled his pants back up and sat back down on the couch, leaving the quivering mass of flesh that was Jessica tied to the table. He admired his own handiwork. Bright red bruises covered her buttocks, tears streamed down her face, and looking at her nether region you could easily tell that both holes had been thoroughly used. "I just warned you about it, too" he said sadly. Remembering his lecture, she cried out a quick thank you, but he seemed unmoved by it. "Too little, too late. It's too bad, too" he mused. "Hate to have to punish such an accessible slut, but it's for your own good. I'll be right back." " Jessica watched as the man left the room. Terrified, she considered screaming for help, but decided not to. The odds were, no one would hear her cries except him anyway, and she knew it would be a bad idea to further provoke him. After what felt like an eternity he returned, a brown paper grocery bag in hand. He picked up her discarded panties and knelt down next to Jessica's face. In horror she watched as he balled up the panties, making sure that the inside of the crotch was on the outside, and forced them into her mouth. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a roll of silver duct tape, which he wrapped around her head, locking the panties in her mouth. Next out of the bag was a small glass mason jar. Unable to protest with the gag in, she could only watch as he attached a blank white label to it, and pulled out a permanent marker. Quietly laughing to himself, he wrote the word "Tips" on the label, dotting the "i" with a heart. He removed a piece of black cloth from the bag next, and wrapped it around her head, this time covering her eyes. Unable to see anything, she heard the rip of duct tape, as he wrapped over the cloth, keeping the makeshift blindfold in place. Hearing more duct tape, she felt him reinforce the rope that bound her limbs. Now unable to move, speak, or see, she could only hear and feel. What she felt next was the marker on her back. Trying to concentrate, she attempted to figure out what he was writing on her skin, but was unable to. Once he finished on her back, she felt the marker one more time -- a single vertical line drawn on her left buttock. Utterly defeated, she sobbed as she heard him stand up. She felt him pat her on her head, laughing, and saying "Trust me, this is for your own good." Finally, she heard the sound of coins being tossed into a glass jar next to her head, followed by the sound of his footsteps walking away. The End *************************************************** If you liked this story, please let me know. Or if you hated it. Whatever. I like feedback. You can find more of my writing on my blog at http://atteroerotica.blogspot.com

T05 Dark Alley {Titmouse} (MF,rape) ----------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark Alley by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved "Where you think you're going, babe?" The voice came out of the shadows. Amy stopped, looked toward the voice, and backed up against the wall of the passageway. She knew she shouldn't have cut through this alley, but it was the quickest way to her car from work. A man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a ski mask. He held a knife in his hand, pointed downward but ready. "I think you and me has some business," he said. "Please," Amy said. "Don't" "Too bad about that, babe" he said. "Your number just came up." Amy's head whipped back and forth as she looked for help or escape. There was none. With a cry, she launched herself back up the alley. The man's hand flashed toward her, twisting to turn the knife blade away. Hammer-like, his hand crashed into her temple. She dropped limply to the ground. When she awoke, Amy was immediately aware that she was tied down and gagged. She was on a sofa in what seemed to be a warehouse. A cheap cotton rope, soft but tough, bound her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. Her ankles were tied, too. One leg was lifted onto and over the back of the sofa; the other off the seat and onto the floor. There was some, not much, slack in the rope that bound her feet. She was still clothed. Tape covered her mouth, wrapped around her aching head. "Welcome back," a voice said from behind her. She looked up as best she could. He was sitting near but behind her head, a magazine in his lap, still wearing the ski mask. "Ready for some fun, babe?" Amy tried to talk, to plead with him, but the gag made it impossible to do more than make meaningless sounds. She quit after a few attempts, watching as the man stood and walked toward the end of the sofa where she could see him better. He knelt down beside her. "Now, you got just two choices about this," he said. "You can relax and get behind it, or you can fight it." He reached out a hand and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "But it won't make no difference which way you go. The same thing gonna happen either way." He let the hand rest on her shoulder. "You know what's gonna happen, don'cha?" Amy tried to scream but it came out muted, forced through her nose instead of her mouth. She threw her head back and forth, twisted on the sofa, kicked her feet. The man pulled his hand back and slapped her hard. The blow snapped her head to the side. Tears leaped to her eyes as the pain registered. She cried out again, and again felt her cry muffled by the gag. "That's stupid," he said, "trying to yell like that. Don't do it again unless you wanna get hit. Can't nobody hear you anyhow." He brushed away a tear from the cheek he had slapped. His hand was rough against the stinging skin of her face. He raised the hand and stroked her hair gently. "You be good and I'll be easy on you," the man said. "I don't wanna hurt you, just get me some pussy. You let me do you, you be good, and I'll treat you nice. You fight me, you piss me off, you make it hard for me, I'll make it harder for you. You understand me?" Amy turned her head to the side and didn't answer. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to look at him. He grabbed her jaw and twisted her face toward him. Her eyes popped open. "You understand me?" he said. "I'm not kidding. If you don't go along I'll have to hurt you to get what I want. You understand?" His strong hand squeezed her face hard. Tears started again. Amy nodded once against the pressure of his hand, and the man relaxed his grip. "That's better," he said. "You'll like it better if you go along. You can do it hard or you can do it easy. Don't matter much to me. I can get off either way. I done this before, babe." He put a hand on her breast and kneaded it. Amy jerked and tried to push herself back into the sofa. She twisted on the sofa, trying to move herself away from his hand. The man grabbed a nipple between thumb and finger and pinched hard, twisting it. The pain brought a gasp and fresh tears. "There you go again," he said, "just like you didn't hear a word I said." He pinched again, even harder, making her cry out sharply. Then, having emphasized his point, he began to stroke her breast again. "See there," he said, "you give me the chance, I'll be nice. You wanna fight me, I like it that way, too. So just keep it up and see what it gets you." The man was on his knees beside the sofa. He raised his other hand and began to massage the other breast, too. He cupped his hands below them and pushed up; he curled his fingers around them and kneaded them; he stroked his fingers down along the tops; he brushed the nipples with the backs of his fingers. "I like tits like yours, babe, firm but soft. You don't need to wear that bra, do ya? I bet your tits stand up all by themselves." He tried to slide a hand into Amy's blouse, but the angle was awkward. Instead, he pushed his fingers down inside the cup of her bra, rubbing the backs of them against her breast. Then he slid them out again, put two fingers into her blouse at the first fastened button between Amy's breasts. With a sudden downward jerk, he ripped the blouse opened. Buttons flew and one skittered across the floor. Three buttons had popped loose. He grabbed the sides of her blouse with both hands and ripped the remaining two apart. "Ooh, that's a pretty bra," the man said, admiring the red lace that cupped her breasts. "I guess if you gotta wear one, that's the way to go. Shame I gotta cut it to get it off." He reached above her head and when his hand came back into view it had the knife in it, the long slim blade reflecting the soft light. The back of his hand rested on her stomach as he turned the knife on its side and slipped the tip under the narrow band between the two cups. Amy shrank from it, hollowing her chest, as the blade slid upward, the back of it against her skin, sharp but not cutting. The man flicked upward with the tip and the blade cut through the stiff material easily. The weight of Amy's breasts pulled the two sides apart. He put the knife back out of sight without moving his eyes from her. "Yeah," said the man appreciatively, lifting the cut sides of her bra away and folding them back, "those are nice tits, alright." Gently, he touched one nipple with a soft palm, stroking it with a rolling motion. Amy was horrified to feel it stiffen in response. "Umm, look at that," the man said. "Guess what we got here? Is that nipple getting hard on you, babe? Am I getting to you?" He bent down and touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He licked it with his tongue, running the rough surface along the top of it. Then he slipped his lips over the nipple and sucked on it gently. The nipple got even harder. "Oooee," he said. "I like that, babe. You got gorgeous tits, don'cha?" He sucked harder, pulling more of her breast into his mouth. Then he pulled back and nibbled on it. It was the same nipple he had pinched earlier. It was sore and raw but felt soothed by his mouth and stimulated by his nipping teeth. Amy whimpered as she felt herself respond to him. To her horror, she felt a dampness beginning between her legs. "Time to get down to business, babe" the man said. "I'm gonna take this gag offa you. You ready to be smart?" He looked at her, waiting for an answer. Amy nodded, realizing she really had no choice but to go along. She hated it, feared it almost to panic, but, in the back of her mind, another part of her was strangely stimulated. He scratched at the tape along her cheek and worked the end free. "I'm gonna do this quick so it don't hurt much," he said, "but don't you yell. Understand?" Amy nodded again. With a quick jerk, the man ripped the tape across her face, pulling it free. He grabbed the other side, which was still stuck to her cheek, and pulled it loose as well. It stung, but Amy kept quiet. The tape still went behind her head, stuck to her hair. He didn't bother with it. "Look at those sweet lips," he said, "sorta pouty- like. I like that." He reached above her and brought his hand back into view with the knife again, waggling it to be sure she saw it. "Now be real smart." He rested the knife gently against her throat, then leaned down and kissed her. His lips were soft, his face prickly with stubble, his breath smelled of cigarettes. The man licked her lips, nibbled at the bottom one, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Amy neither resisted nor participated. He pulled his head back. "Kiss me back, dammit!" He wiggled the knife blade against her throat. Then he leaned down and kissed her again. This time, reluctantly, she kissed him back. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it, licked it, played with it. "That's better," the man said. "That's a lot better." He stood up. "Now, you and me are gonna play some games, you know. It's like I said before, you can either do it easy or hard. But it's time to start." The knife dangled in one hand. He raised the other hand to his waist and began to undo his belt. "No," Amy whimpered. "Yes," the man said. "Don't give me no shit, now. Just take it easy." He unfastened the top of his pants and slid the zipper down. Putting the knife down again, he placed both hands at his hips and slid pants and underwear down to his knees. His penis dangled, half hard. Amy turned her face into the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. The man sat on the sofa beside her. He pushed his pants down over his legs and all the way off, stripping off his socks at the same time. "Now, sugar, what I want is some of that mouth action. You hear me? I want you to suck me with that fine mouth of yours." He climbed onto the sofa, one knee on either side of Amy's waist. She flicked her eyes open, glimpsed his expanding penis, and shut them again, burying her face in the sofa back. "Now that's not gonna do you any good," the man said, scooting forward toward her face. "You're gonna suck my dick, and you're gonna do it good, not some half-assed job." He was close enough now. Amy could feel the heat of him on her face and the weight of him straddling her chest. He leaned forward and his penis brushed her cheek. She heard him pick up the knife again. "Now, no shit, babe, I'm tired of arguing with you. I want you to open your mouth for me. Else I'm gonna cut you. Now!" Amy's eyes popped open. His penis hovered just above her face. The man waved the knife slowly, then placed his hands on either side of her head on the arm of the sofa and shifted his weight forward. He guided his penis toward her face and brushed it against her lips. "Open up, babe. Time to go to work." Amy let her mouth relax, and her lips opened slightly. He placed the tip of his stiffening penis between them and pressed forward. It slid between her lips and into her mouth. Carefully, she gripped him with her lips, protecting him from her teeth. The odor of him filled her nostrils, musty and thick. His taste was slightly sour, slightly salty. "That's right, babe. You doing good. Don't make no mistakes, now. Just suck on my dick. You know you like it." He pushed deeper into her mouth until the head of his penis touched the back of her throat. Amy gagged, and he pulled back. "Oh, yes," the man said, "that sure feels good, babe. Suck my cock like a good girl. Eat my dick." He began to rock back and forth, in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking on the end of it. "Use your tongue, girl," he told her. "Rub the bottom of my cock with your tongue. Hold me tight while I fuck your mouth with my big dick. That's it, sugar, suck me." His penis was rock hard, now. He slid it in and out of her sucking mouth. He pulled it all the way out. Amy's mouth made a kissing sound as it popped out. He pushed his wet penis around her face, over her cheeks. Amy reached for it with her lips, trying to capture it again. He toyed with her, touching her lips but pulling back when she tried to push her mouth around him. Then he let her catch him but lifted higher so that she could just touch the tip with her lips. Slowly, he pressed forward until the head was in her mouth. "Suck it now, babe. Suck on that dick. You know you like it. Blow me, sugar. Eat my cock." Amy sucked on the end of his penis, grasping the head between her lips tightly and making a vacuum. She waggled her tongue back and forth under the soft head where she knew it was most sensitive. The man groaned. He pushed forward, sinking himself deep into her mouth again, pulling back, pushing in again. He began to fuck her mouth hard, shoving in deep and then pulling back out before it had time to choke her. He whipped his penis in and out of her mouth. Amy was breathing hard, catching her breath in gasps between his pushes and pulls. There was no use resisting, she thought. Maybe he'll cum in my mouth. That'll be awful, but better than... The man was clearly ready to cum. He was gasping, too, as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Amy sucked harder to try to make him cum. She shook her head back and forth as he fed his penis into her mouth, moaning deep in her throat. The moans, she knew, not only were sexy in themselves but also added vibration to her sucking, grasping work on his penetrating penis. Suddenly, he pulled back, jerking out of her mouth. He sat back on her chest, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. His ragged breathing slowed and steadied. "Oh, my, that was close," he said. "I almost came right in your mouth, babe. I just about filled you up with cum. But I've got other plans for you. It's too soon." The man twisted around, swinging his leg across her so that he could sit on the sofa beside her. He leaned back across her and continued to catch his breath. His penis relaxed a little. "That was real nice, babe," he said. "That was real smart of you. You just do what I tell you and nothing bad's gonna happen to you. If you give me what I want, I won't hurt you." Amy was still afraid, but she wanted to believe him. Maybe she would get out of this after all. The thought of rape was awful. She hated that he had forced himself into her mouth. But it was by no means the first penis she had sucked. It hadn't been that bad. In fact, if it hadn't been for the circumstance, it might have been pretty good. (What was she thinking!) And now he was going to rape her, she thought. He was going to force his prick into her pussy. A strange man was going to fuck her and shoot his cum inside her. And there was nothing she could do about it. It frightened her, repelled her. But in a strange way it also excited her. She had grown increasing wet between her legs while he made her suck his cock. She knew he would feel it if he touched her there. The man sat up and turned toward her. "Well, let's just see what we got here," he said. He looked at her torso, bare to the waist except for the pieces of blouse and bra that draped her shoulders. He reached down to her stomach and began to unfasten the buttons of her jeans. Amy held very still as the man unbuttoned her pants. There seemed no point in objecting. She was tied up and couldn't get free; he had the knife to control her. She shuddered as his hands worked down toward her crotch, pressing against her pussy from outside her pants. He unfastened the last button. "Yes, let's see what you got in here," he said. "I suspect it's a juicy pussy." For a moment, Amy thought he must know she was already hot. He slid a hand down her belly, under her panties, and onto her mound. Wiggling his fingers through the hair, he cupped his fingers around her pussy. He slid a finger between the lips. Now he knew for sure. "Oh-oh!" he said. "Somebody's getting hot." Hating herself, Amy writhed at the touch of his finger. She pulled her hips back to try to evade its penetrating touch. The man slipped his finger back and forth along her slit. With his fingertip, he pressed at the back of her vagina. His finger eased into her slightly. But her tight jeans left little room to move. He pulled his hand out of Amy's pants. He grabbed the top of them at each of her hips and pulled down. When Amy hesitated, he said "Lift your ass up, babe. These pants gotta come off." She raised her fanny off the sofa, giving him room to pull them down off her hips. There was no way to get the pants off with both feet tied. The man looked at her feet, then at the knife. "Okay," he said, "I'm going to untie one of your feet. Now don't do anything stupid." Her ankles were held with a simple loop. He reached down to her outside leg and loosened the loop, then slipped it over her ankle. Amy let him move her leg without protesting. Once her leg was free, he worked her pants down and off it. He pulled them down around the other leg. Amy tried to put her knees together, but he roughly pushed them apart. He stared between her legs. "What a sweet pussy, babe." The man put his hand back on her mound. "I'm gonna pet it for you." He slipped his middle finger between the lips again. This time he pushed it deeper. He moved it in and out to coat it with her slick juice and then pushed in all the way into her. Amy sucked in her breath as his finger slid into her. He pressed deeper, pushing his hand up against the lips of her cunt. He wriggled his finger inside her, then slid it almost all the way out. He moved up to the front of her cunt and stroked her clit. "Mmmmm," Amy moaned, despite herself. She tried to keep her hips still, but the finger inside her was stirring up her desire. "Please don't. Please don't." "Aw, you like it and you know it," the man said. "No use pretending with me. I got my finger right up in your juicy cunt. Now, how you gonna pretend you don't like it?" He wiggled his finger inside her for emphasis. Then he pulled his finger out and brought it up to her face. "Sniff that," he said. "That's your pussy juice on my finger, ain't it?" Amy turned her head away from the finger, but she could smell herself on it. He rubbed the finger on her upper lip, right under her nose. Then he pushed the finger into her mouth. "Suck on it, babe," he said. "See what you taste like. Go ahead. Suck your juice off my finger." Amy wrapped her lips tightly around his finger and sucked hard on it. She pulled it all the way into her mouth. It was much smaller than his prick but still satisfying somehow to suck on. "That's it, babe. Just keep sucking on it," the man said. "I'll get me some more this way." Grabbing her free leg, he raised it high, exposing her widespread slot. With his finger still in her mouth, he bent down and pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. Stiffening his tongue, he licked upward through her slot and flicked her clit. Amy moaned and bucked her hips up to his probing tongue. He pushed it deep inside her again, then returned to her clit, rubbing and twirling and teasing and flicking it from side to side with his tongue. She gasped and tried to pull her hands down to grab his head and push it into her harder, but the ropes bound her and kept her arms stretched above her head. The man hummed into her cunt, putting his tongue onto her clit and shaking his head from side to side. He lapped at her pussy from bottom to top. He seized one lip gently in his teeth and pulled on it. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, forcing his nose up against her clit, and waggled his head. Amy was whimpering from her growing need. His deep probing tongue and the way he licked at her sensitive clit was transporting her into a different, hazy world where only sex existed. It did not matter that she was being raped, not now. The smell of her own juice was in her nose, and she knew her body was taking over. There was a tongue in her pussy and it was driving her wild. She wanted more. She wanted to cum. She wanted him to fuck her. A part of her resisted still, hating what was being forced on her. But most of her wanted it now. The man pulled his finger out of her mouth and pushed it back into her cunt. He concentrated his tongue on the top of her pussy around her clit while he finger-fucked her. He pushed his middle finger in and out of her. Amy gave up resisting. She humped against his mouth and finger, pushing up when he dug deep inside her and then pulling back to do it again. She was making soft little cries of passion. "You like that, don'cha?" he said. "You like having a finger in your pussy, don'cha? You like having somebody lick your cunt, don'cha?" He whipped his finger around inside her for emphasis. "Nooo!," Amy cried, but even she didn't believe it. She did like the probing finger in her pussy and the teasing tongue on her clit. It was terrible, but it felt wonderful. She wanted more. She wanted him to do it to her. She wanted him to fuck her. "Let's see how you like this, then," the man said. He pulled his finger out of her and climbed up onto the sofa between her legs. Grabbing her free leg with one hand, he raised it high and wide. With his other hand, he aimed his cock at her hole. "You want it, you little slut," he said. "You know you do. You want me to shove it in you, don'cha?" Amy tried to say no, but all she could do was whip her head back and forth. He ignored her, moving his prick forward until it touched her wet pussy. "Noooo!," Amy said, but she didn't try to close her legs or dodge away from him. She felt the tip of his cock pressing between the lips of her pussy. She felt it begin to push inside her, forcing her cunt open, lodging the head of his cock in the wet, slippery warmth of her cunt. Even then, she didn't pull away. She held still at first, meeting his downward pressure, and let him slowly sink his meat deeper and deeper into her grasping, hungry pussy. She pushed back as he slid into her depths, forcing herself up around his cock and spreading her legs as wide as possible so that he could get as far inside her as possible. She hunched forward against him, feeling the lips of her pussy contact the hair around his prick, feeling them spread wide as he burrowed it inside her. Then he began to fuck her. He pulled back and then pushed his cock back inside. He humped back and forward, whipping it to her, slipping in and out of her tightly grasping pussy. She fucked him back, forgetting herself. She was an animal now, wanting only the cock in her cunt, wanting it to fuck her hard, wanting it to rub against her clit and make her cum, wanting it to spurt its juices deep into her welcoming pussy. "That's it, babe. Fuck me back!" he said. "Give me that sweet pussy, babe. Hump it. That's it. Give it to me." He socked his prick deep into her again and again. Her pussy gushed with her love fluids, now. She fucked him as hard as he fucked her. Her breathing was ragged, gasping. She could feel herself starting to build toward cumming. The man stopped moving. He held himself still inside her, pressing deep into her pussy. Then, slowly and reluctantly, he drew his prick out of her. "Now, let's do something different," he said. "I think I'll fuck your ass." He reached down between them, grasping his cock, and aimed it lower. "Oh, no!" Amy cried. "I've never done that. It's filthy. You can't put it in there!" "Can't I?" the man said. "Just watch me." He pressed forward. Amy felt his prick push at her asshole. She jerked to the side, making him miss. He tried again and she moved again, refusing to give him a target. "God dammit, hold still!" he snapped. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, so you might as well get used to it." He pushed forward again, nuzzling his prick between her asscheeks. Amy thrashed under him. "No!" she cried, "Not there!" She tried to push him away with her legs. The man shifted onto one hand and cracked her across the face with the other. She cried out. He backhanded her across the other cheek. Amy burst into tears. "Oh, please," she cried. "Please don't do this to me. Please! I've never done it before." "Then it's time you did," the man said. "A little butt-fucking is good for you. And I want your ass, and I'm gonna get it. So hold still, bitch!" Roughly, he grabbed her leg and raised it high. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned it on the tight, puckered hole of her anus. He pushed forward, forcing his prick into her butt. "AHHH!" Amy screamed. "PLEASE! IT HURTS!" "Just this first time," the man said, "just like the first time you got fucked in the pussy. You'll get used to it." He pushed again and watched the head of his cock force its way a little into her asshole. Amy jerked her arms, but they were tied tight. She tried to shift her butt away from his invading prick, but it was already started into her back channel. He kept his weight forward, pushing it gradually into her. "Oh, god, please stop!" Amy cried. "You're tearing me apart! It's too biiiigg!" "It you that's making it hurt," the man told her. "Relax. It'll go in. It'll get better. You'll see. Push out, don't fight me. Relax, babe. You can take it!" Now that the head of his prick was securely lodged in her butthole, the man paused to let her get used to it. Amy was panting, her eyes squeezed tight, trying to pull her ass away from him, but there was nowhere to go. The head of his cock felt enormous. She'd never had anything in her asshole before. It wasn't possible. But it didn't hurt quite as much as it did at first. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. "There you go, babe," he soothed her. "Just take it easy. It hurts at first, especially the first time, but you can do it! I'll go slow." Gradually, he increased the pressure. Amy's eyes popped open, her jaw dropped, too, but she didn't try to get away from him. "Oh, god," she said, "it's so big!" "Damn right," the man said. "And you're small and tight. But I'm still gonna fuck you in the ass, and you're gonna take it, and you're gonna like it." He pushed again, sinking another half inch into her asshole. Amy whimpered, then held her breath, and then gradually let it out as her asshole slowly accommodated the invading cock. He was about halfway into her ass. Letting off on the pressure, the man eased back slightly. Amy panted, relieved that the pressure had stopped. As her breathing eased, he began to push his way inside her again. He went slowly and gradually, watching her face. He could tell that her ass was getting used to him. It wasn't hurting as much. Slowly but surely he was sinking his entire cock deep into her asshole. "Oh...oh...oh!" Amy whimpered, as the prick was forced deeper and deeper into her butt. She couldn't believe the way it felt. At first, the pain had been incredible. It hadn't seemed possible that he could actually get his prick in there. The tight ring of her asshole stretched gradually, painfully. She had felt the head of his cock push into her butt, felt the tight ring snap around it as after the larger head entered her. She tried to relax. She felt him push forward, felt it slide into her, felt the head of his cock as it forced its way deeper and deeper into her butt tube. Behind the cockhead came the shaft of his rigid manhood. Just when it was almost too much, the man stopped pushing and backed off. That was much better. She could still feel the enormous pole of his cock buried in her asshole, but it didn't hurt as much. It was wrong, and filthy, and exciting. Nobody had ever fucked her ass before. It was incredibly sexy, in a way. Nothing had ever felt like this since the first time she had made love. His prick was pushing into her where no one had ever been before. He was pushing forward again, now. It wasn't so bad. It still hurt, but not so much. The tight muscle of her asshole was gradually relaxing, yielding to the inward pressing of his stiff manhood. It was a different feel from having a prick in her pussy. This was tighter. It was not as slippery as her cunt, a gummier feel to it. She could feel how her butthole wrapped all around his invading cock, squeezing him all along his length. She could feel it pressing deeper and deeper into her, deeper than she would have thought possible. Was there still more cock? Amy felt the last inch of the man's cock push its way down into the depths of her bowels. She felt the hair around his prick tickle the cheeks of her ass, felt him press forward even more, spreading her cheeks wide and burying his cock deep in her butt. Keeping it there, he stopped again to let her get used to it. It was an incredible feeling, like nothing Amy had ever felt before. The huge prick deep in her butt felt like she was full of shit there, like she had to go, RIGHT NOW! She was so full and had to strain to hold it in. Then the man began to pull back and it was like releasing her bowels, a wonderful, comforting feeling. And then, with his cock pulled back until just the head was still inside her, he pushed forward again, driving his cock into her asshole, all the way in, deeper than before, down into the depths of her. It was so incredibly sexy that Amy couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe it was even possible to take a man's prick in her ass. Now, she had the rapist's cock shoved as deep as it could go into her butt and it was not only possible but sensuous, sexy, thrilling. It stirred her in a way nothing ever had. "Not so bad now, huh?" the man asked. "You're getting used to it now." He pulled back, sliding out of her ass He increased the tempo of his thrusts. Pushing up on Amy's leg, he raised her butt off the sofa, exposing it to his invading prick. "So, you like it, don'cha?" the man said. "You got a big prick up your ass, and you like it despite yourself. You like having a cock in your butt, don'cha?" "Yes," Amy said, "it feels sooo sexy. It's incredible. I never thought... I mean, how could I ever... it's just so sexy in there." "In where?" "In...in my butt," Amy said. "In your ass?" he demanded. "Yes," Amy said, "in my...in my ass." "What's in your ass, babe?" "Your prick," she gasped. "You like having my cock in your ass?" he demanded, slamming it into her. "Yes," she admitted. "I like it in there. Oh, fuck me! Fuck your cock into my ass. Give it to me hard!" The man plowed his prick into her butt. He could see it sliding into her tunnel, just below her cunt. Her wet pussy touched his stomach each time he forced his prick into her butt. The round hole of her ass tube enveloped him, squeezed him, pulled at him. He pushed his cock all the way into her butt and shook it inside her. He rolled his hips, making his prick stir her insides. When he pulled back, the tight ring of her asshole stretched outward as if reluctant to let him go. It was slippery now, looser than at first. But as he pushed in, Amy gripped at him with her ass muscles, squeezing his cock with her butt, milking his prick, sucking at it. He could feel the cum rising in him. "Oh, babe, I'm gonna blow," he said. "I'm gonna shoot my cum up your ass like a cannon!" "Yes, baby," Amy told him. "Give it to me. Give me your cum. I want it. Now. Fuck my ass, baby. Cum in my ass, baby. Jam it to me. Fuck me!" Amy twisted her ass as he shoved in and out of her butt. She felt her own cum rising. She knew it would be good. She knew she was going to cum hard. "Oh, god, I can't believe this," she cried. "I can't believe how good it feels to have a cock in my ass. Oh, fuck me, baby. Shove your prick in my asshole. Ram it in there. Buttfuck me. Get my ass!" She felt his stiff cock pounding into her butt, slamming home each time the rapist shoved forward. Each time he pulled back, it was like a great loss, like she never wanted his prick to leave the depths of her asshole. And then he would shove it forward again, an incredible feeling, pushing forward and burying it deep into her butt. His stomach pressed her pussy, brushed her clit, and suddenly she was cumming. "Oh!... Oh!...Oh!" she cried, and then it slammed into her, driving her outside her mind, and there was nothing in the world but the feeling of cumming, the feeling of his cock forcing its way in and dragging its way out of her asshole, the feeling of being penetrated to her core, the feeling of being completely dominated by the prick shoving into her butt and the man who hunched over her, feeding his cock in and out of her ass tube. The man came too. His prick exploded inside her butt, spurting gobs of cum in her ass. He felt her tube clutch at him spasmodically, rhythmically, milking his cock like a warm, clutching machine. He shoved his prick deep into her one last time and emptied his balls into her asshole. He let her go, unharmed, as promised. He dropped her off, tied and blindfolded, in another alley not far from where he had taken her. When Amy was sure he was gone, she struggled to her feet and followed the sounds of traffic to the street. Two women found her there, emerging from the alley, blouse torn and hanging from her shoulders, her breasts half revealed. They took her to a hospital. She was traumatized by the incident for several years and was always afraid of the dark and of alleys even in daylight. She did not date for more than a year afterward, and, when she did, she was slow to permit sex. The worst of it was her dreams. Amy kept returning to the scene and reliving the rape. She would wake, scared and trembling. And wet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Dark Alley' by Titmouse. Story 05 Author's Note: Although rapes occur in several of my stories, I want to be very clear that rape in reality is a terrible thing, and no one should ever contemplate it except as a fantasy. Rape is mean, demeaning and damaging. I know a woman who was raped and she never got over it. Among other things, years later, it ruined our relationship, even though I had nothing to do with it and did my best to help her get over it. It was not her fault, she did not invite it in any way, and it killed a part of her. It's one of the saddest things I know of. She was a lovely person. Most women, I assume, do not find rape stories a turn-on; most men, I think, do if they are not too extreme. I write other stories in which I try to turn-on both sexes. Coercion, especially pretend coercion, is another matter. Many women, even very independent and thoroughly modern ones, respond to pretend coercion. As a game, with someone they trust, it's one of the more erotic things a couple can do. Women who would slap your face if you tried to order them around can get very turned on by being tied up or held down. Don't ask me why; it's probably in the genes. My effort, as a lover, has been to find the turn-ons and use them to make lovemaking sexier. But there is no excuse for ever making someone do something they really don't want to do. --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. Send messages to [email protected] and put 'Titmouse' somewhere in the subject line. Anything else will be deleted automatically.

T14 Super Trick {Titmouse} (MF+,Superman) ----------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Super Trick by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved Lois' voice on the telephone is an excited whisper. "Clark," she says. "Can you get in touch with Superman? I just heard on the police scanner that there's a problem." She's always doing this to me. One time, in an emergency, I pretended I had a way to contact the Man of Steel in order to explain how he arrived to intervene in a situation that only I knew about. Since then, Lois calls me every time she thinks she needs Superman. "Maybe," I sigh. "What's up?" "There's something happening at a warehouse over on East Ninth," Lois says. "They're not saying much, but I think they've got a hostage situation." "Well," I say, "I can try. But no promises." "Okay, do what you can," Lois says. "I'm heading over there. Do you want to come?" "No, I can't. Got this story I gotta finish." "Okay," Lois says, seeming not very disappointed. "I'm on my way. The address is 9534 East Ninth, a warehouse. The guy's holed up in a second floor office. Try to get Superman to come." "Okay," I say, "I'll..." But Lois has already hung up. Two offices down from mine, I hear her door pop open, followed by the rapid click of her heels going down the hall. I glance around. Nobody is looking. Typing at superspeed, I quickly finish the story I'm working on and forward it to the City Desk. Insisting on a silent "clickless" keyboard for my terminal has made things a lot easier sometimes. Casually, I stand up and head the opposite way down the hall, toward the restrooms. Ducking inside the men's room, I quickly make sure that the place is empty. In the blink of an eye, I shed my outer clothes, fold them neatly, and tuck them onto the top shelf of the supply closet. Another blink and I'm in the air, on the way to East Ninth. Landing on the roof of a somewhat taller building next to the address Lois gave me, I survey the scene. There's no sign of police activity. Could she have gotten the address wrong? Using my x-ray vision, I scan the building. It appears to be completely empty. The only suspicious sign is that one of the larger offices on the second floor is impervious to my vision. Must be some kind of vault with lead lining. Just then, Lois' staff car pulls up in front. I watch Lois get out, walk right up to the entrance and go inside. I see cross the empty warehouse floor to the stairs. She scampers up the stairs, walks to the office that I can't see into, and goes in. Now what, I wonder. I watch for a couple of minutes and absolutely nothing happens. I see nothing and hear nothing. It looks like a false alarm, but I hate to leave with Lois inside a room that my vision won't penetrate. Suppose she walked into a trap? With a sigh for all the times that Lois has been almost more trouble than she's worth, I zip over to the warehouse's roof and enter through the maintenance door. My hearing on full alert, I slip down to the second floor. The door creaks faintly as I enter, but that's the only sound I hear. Scanning once again with x-ray vision, I confirm that the entire warehouse, with the possible exception of the office Lois entered, is empty. I fly down the hall and land softly just outside the door. Putting my ear to it, I listen carefully. I think I hear a faint rustle -- clothing or perhaps window drapes -- but nothing else. But the door is lead-lined, and I can see nothing. With super patience, I turn the door knob slowly. It is unlocked. Moving at a speed faster than the human eye can see, I push the door open and dash into the room beyond. I feel a tingling as I go through the door, but there is no time to consider it. Scanning quickly, I see there is nothing there, just an outer office. Behind me, the door closes. There is a click, and then the sound of a bolt shooting home. Well, a locked door is small concern to my super strength. More importantly, someone somewhere apparently knows that somebody has entered the room. I start to creep toward the door that must lead to an inner office, but it opens before I get there. It's Lois. "Hi, Superman," she says. "Glad you could come." She is relaxed, and my own concern begins to fade, to be replaced by frustration. "Lois, what's the meaning of this?" I ask her. "If this is some game..." She smiles. "Well, I guess it's some kind of game. But I hope you'll like it." She looks at me with an appealing, coy glance, but I am not mollified. "I don't have time for this, Lois. I've got to get back." I turn and stalk to the door. As I approach it, I feel the tingling again, and this time it affects me more strongly. My knees go wobbly, and suddenly I know what it is -- Kryptonite! The door and a six-inch swath around it glow faintly green. The door handle is bright green. Gathering my resolve, I reach out and try to pull the door open. My hand goes numb, and I feel faint. "I'm sorry, Superman," says Lois from behind me. "We don't want you to leave just yet." Stumbling away from the door, I turn back to her in time to see the inner office door open again. Out comes Lana Lang, followed Sonia Wilkins, a reporter for our rival paper, the Metropolis Star, and another woman I don't know. "I think you know Lana and Sonia," Lois says. "This is Wendy MacKenzie, a friend of Sonia's. We cooked this up together." "I don't know what you think you're doing," I tell them, "but it's in very bad taste. Now, let me out of here." There is a short silence. Then, Lana speaks for the first time. "Oh, we'll be happy to let you out after a while, Superman," she says. "But first, we have some other plans." "If you cooperate, we'll let you go in just a couple of hours," says Sonia. "But not until you satisfy all of us." I glance from face to face as I begin to realize what they have in mind. All four are tempting embodiments of femininity, I must admit, but I have no intention of breaking my long-standing vow of celibacy. Women are a distraction. If I ever got started, I might spend my whole time chasing them instead of fighting crime. Not that I haven't sometimes wished... "I want no part of this," I say brusquely. "If you won't let me out the door, I'll just leave by the window." I brush past Sonia (who makes no effort to prevent my arm from brushing her breasts) and stalk into the inner office. Big mistake. The first thing I notice is that the office, although larger than the outer vestibule, is almost empty, except for a king-size bed right in the middle. Second, I notice that all the blinds are closed and the room is dimly lighted. Third, I realize that the entire room is painted in the same Kryptonite paint used around the outer door. I try to approach the nearest window but find myself rapidly weakening. The four women have joined me in the inner office, closing and locking the door behind them. "Sorry, Superman," says Lois, "but I don't think you can get out of this room without our help. If you move away from the walls, the effect will be minimal." I have to move away from the walls, in any case. Moving toward the center of the room, however, brings me in close proximity of the bed. My knees are still wobbly and, with no chairs available, I sit on the bed to regain my strength. Meanwhile, I glance covertly around the room, looking for a way to escape. Behind me, I hear a rustling sound. I think I know what it is, and glancing to the side, my suspicion is confirmed. All four women are starting to remove their clothes. "Look, you might as well stop that," I say. "I don't know what made you think I would go along with this under any circumstances. I'm not going to. This is crazy." None of them says anything. They just keep removing clothes. Lois and Lana shed their blouses and skirts. Sonia slips out of her jacket, then the matching pants, and finally her sleeveless top. Wendy unbuttons her dress and steps out of it. All four of them stand there, dressed in bras, panties, garter belts, stockings, shoes and smiles. They move toward me. I am sitting near the center of one side of the bed. Two of them sit on either side of me. I ignore them. Lois and Lana, the two closest, lean against me, pressing their breasts against my arms. I stare at the floor. Sonia and Wendy reach behind their backs, unhook their bras, and take them off. They slide off the bed and kneel at my feet. "See the mirror across from you there, Superman?" asks Lana. I look up, a suspicion of what she is going to say flashes into my mind. "There's a camera behind that mirror, Superman. It's taking our picture right now." Lois reaches up and ruffles my hair. Lana puts a hand on my thigh. Wendy and Sonia turn and face the camera, smiling widely and pulling their shoulders back to make their breasts more prominent. I know they have me. If there is a camera taking pictures of this, it would ruin everything if they got out. I'm being blackmailed, and very effectively. I sigh and slump. I have always prided myself on my ability to think logically and dispassionately, to accept the consequences of my thinking, and to act accordingly, regardless of what I might otherwise wish to be so. They've got me good, and there is no sense fighting it. "OK," I say after awhile. "What is it you want, exactly?" There is a silence. The other three women turn to Lana, who seems to be the spokesperson for the group. "What we want, exactly," she says, "is for you to fuck us." "Right on!" says Wendy. I can't help blushing. They are all looking at me. I glance from face to face, embarrassed by what I have to tell them. "I don't think I have much choice," I say, "but I think you'll be disappointed. You see..." I hesitate. "You see, I'm a virgin." Lois and Sonia gasp. Wendy's eyes get very wide. Lana chuckles. "Well," Lana says, "so much the better. We not only get the Man of Steel, we get the Man of Steel's cherry." It's funny. Having avoided this for so long, it all seems to make no difference now. The truth is that I've always wanted to, but it's not easy for a superhero to admit that he's as green as the average teen. Or these days, the average pre-teen. But now that I seem to have no choice, I'm glad. Not that I have any idea of how to proceed. I don't need to worry. The four women are perfectly ready to take charge. Lana stands up and removes her bra. Lois doesn't bother to stand, she just bares her breasts. I look at the four women and their eight breasts. All are very attractive females, and all have very nice breasts. Wendy's are a little small, compared to Lana and Sonia. Lois' breasts are between them in size, but all are shapely. Lana sits back down, and she and Lois lean into me, pressing their now-naked breasts against me again. I feel a thrill run through me, from my shoulders to my toes and back up to my groin. My penis swells suddenly, trapped beneath my blue and red outfit. Thank god for the superstrength of the fabric. It feels like I would burst through regular cloth. The two women nuzzle my ears. Lois sticks out her tongue and probes into my ear channel. Lana is nibbling my earlobe. Wendy and Sonia place a hand on each of my thighs and run their finger up my leg toward my crotch. I stiffen even more. Lois tries to run her hand up under my shirt, but the tough, skin-tight fabric blocks her. "Why don't you take that shirt off, Superman?" she asks. "Better yet, just raise your arms." I do as she tells me, and Lois and Lana work my shirt up my torso. When it is up around my arms, my head buried inside, they stand and pull it over my head. The cape, which is attached to it and on which I am sitting, stops them. "Raise your butt, Superman," says Lana. I raise up a little and they pull the shirt and cape off, tossing it toward the side of the room. "Oh my god," says Sonia, "will you look at that chest?" I can see myself in the mirror across the room. I'm used to it, but I have to admit that I don't look bad. My muscles ripple as I lower my arms. "And those shoulders!" adds Wendy. Lois and Lana begin kissing my chest, moving their lips down across it to my nipples. Lana begins to suck on the one nearest to her; Lois nibbles at the other. Wendy pushes between my knees and snuggles up close. She raises her face to mine and begins to kiss my chin, my cheeks and the corners of my lips. Then she becomes more brazen and presses both her lips to mine, her tongue pushing out and into my mouth. I can't keep sitting here like a log. Almost involuntarily, my arms lift and slip around Lana's and Lois' shoulders. They snuggle into me, as if they like it. I have to admit that I like the feel of their bare breasts pressing against me from either side. And right in front, Wendy's small but firm breasts touch my chest, then mash against it as she puts her arms around my neck and pulls herself against me. Meanwhile, Sonia's hand slides between Wendy and me. With only a moment's hesitation, she pushes her hand down and wraps it around my manhood. It is the most arousing thing I have ever felt. My penis is fully, almost painfully engorged. Sonia slides her hand along it, up and down. Then she draws her hand out from between our two bodies. "Say, guys," she says, "this isn't fair. Let's get the rest of his clothes off." They all pull back. Lana and Lois put their hands on my shoulders and push me down onto my back. Wendy and Sonia pull my red shorts down over my hips and then start tugging the blue pants after it. The pants snag on my engorged penis, so Wendy reaches a hand under my waistband and holds it flat against my body. It is the first time in my memory that any hand but mine has touched it. I swell and twitch against her hot palm. The others pitch in to drag my pants down. The head of my manhood emerges, then the shaft, then more of the shaft, and finally the base surrounded by coal-black pubic hair and my testicles. "Look at that rod, will you?" exclaims Sonia. "For christ's sake, it must be... what?... nine inches?" Wendy, who still has her hand wrapped around me, doesn't say anything. While the others are still tugging my pants down around my ankles, she leans across my thigh, pressing her breasts against it, and takes the head of my penis in her mouth. This is definitely another first. I feel her wet, warm lips slide over the end and the pull of suction. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks on it. "Look at Sonia!" says Lana. "She's found a lollipop. How does his cock taste, Sonia?" Sonia grins but doesn't say anything. Instead, she pushes her head down and takes more of me into her mouth. I feel her lips tightly pursed around the shaft. But she can't go very far before the widening girth forces her jaw wide open and the head bumps against the back of her mouth. After trying to cram more of me into her mouth for a few seconds, Sonia gives up and pulls back, clamping me with her lips and sucking as she withdraws. She pops me out of her mouth and looks around at her friends. "Gawd!" she says. "What a honker!" Wendy takes advantage of the moment to replace Sonia. Leaning across me from the other side, she presses another pair of breasts against my other thigh and slides her mouth onto my manhood. Her breasts are not as pillowy as Sonia's, but they are firm, and the erect nipples are like pencil erasers against the muscles of my thigh. Her mouth is about the same size, and she gets no further than Sonia had before she has to pull back. Sonia and Wendy start taking turns on me. First Sonia plunges her mouth onto my penis, licking and sucking and bobbing up and down several times. Then she relinquishes her hold and Wendy grabs me. Her hands are smaller, so she uses both, wrapping them around me and pointing the head toward her so that she can pop me into her sucking mouth. Then Sonia takes control again. Using the moisture left on me by both their mouths, she jacks up and down on me a few times before resuming her oral work. Since she can't get more than a third of me in her mouth, she keeps using her hand on me while she sucks and nibbles and twists her head around and slides me in and out. Meanwhile, Lana and Lois are keeping busy with other parts of me. Lois, in particular, kisses me repeated on the mouth, probing inward with her tongue and twisting her lips around on mine. Lana replaces her sometimes, with equal passion. She also scoots up and presses a breast to my mouth, urging me to suck it and nibble on the nipple. Lois, with access to my mouth blocked, goes back to nipping at my ear and poking her tongue into it instead. Her breasts press against my shoulder and neck. This is quickly getting too much for me. For nearly 20 years, I've dreamed of something like this (one woman at a time, of course), but I have only relieved myself when the pressure got to such a level that it was distracting me from my work. Now, I've got two women doing a devastating blowjob on my virgin penis, producing sensations that my own fumbling efforts have only hinted at. I can feel the thrill of a coming orgasm, starting in my balls and radiating out through my body. My penis throbs and jerks as they slide their mouths and hands up and down on it. I don't know what to do. I know women do this sort of thing, all right, and I know they make men cum this way and even swallow their spendings. But I don't know if that's what Wendy or Sonia intend. Maybe they're just warming me up. Maybe they don't realize how close to the edge I am. "Girls," I say, panting a little, "uh...that's really... uh.. if you keep that up... uh..." Wendy, who has current possession, lifts her mouth off me and looks up. She keeps sliding her hand up and down the shaft, though. "Aw," she says, "is the poor widdle Superman gonna cum? Is he gonna cream? Is he gonna blow his wad down somebody's throat pretty soon if we keep it up? Is that what you're trying to tell us, guy?" "Great!" says Sonia, grabbing me from Wendy and plunging her mouth down onto my penis. She sucks harder than ever, pushing her head at me to force me as deeply as possible into her mouth, twisting from side to side, and jerking up and down on the shaft with her hands. Wendy is watching me. "Yes," she says, "I think that's what's gonna happen. And you know what, Superman? That's just what we want to happen. I'm gonna make you cum and take your cherry, or may Sonia will. And we want you to cum right down our throats! I want it. I can't wait to taste your cum!" She wraps her hands around Sonia's and pulls me away from her mouth. Both of them keep their hands wrapped around me, jerking me off together. Wendy takes me back in her mouth, and she's even more frantic than Sonia, bobbing up and down like a madwoman. She's also slurping and smacking and moaning in her throat, which imparts a vibration to my penis. I look down at her and she's looking right back at me, daring me, wanting me to cum in her mouth. I couldn't help it even if I wanted to. An electric jolt shoot through me, centers in my balls and then blasts the cum out of me. The first bolt shoots out of the end into her wet, clinging mouth cavern and almost seems to snap her head back. She gulps greedily and pushes back for more. "Me! Me!" cries Sonia, and snatches my penis away from Wendy, plunging it into her mouth while I'm still cumming. I shoot a couple of more jets into her and feel her swallow convulsively around my spasming manhood. She slips her mouth off me, kissing the tip. There's cum at the corners of her mouth and a big gob on top. She starts licking on me like I was an ice cream cone, and Wendy joins her. The two of them are cheek to cheek, and they rub my penis between them, smearing cum juice all over their faces. "Thanks a lot, guys," says Lana in a bantering tone. "Now we'll have to put things on hold until he recovers." "I don't think that's a problem," Wendy replies. "He shot his wad, but the gun's still loaded. He's as hard as before." Lana reaches down and wraps her hand around my tool to check. Wendy is right. I'm still hard. I push myself back and forth in Lana's hand. "Wow," she says. "A real Man of Steel." Lois takes her tongue out of my ear and stands up. With a quick move, she strips her panties down and steps out of them. "I think it's time to put that rod where it belongs," she says, "and I've got just the right place." Stepping between Wendy and Sonia, she climbs up on the bed, straddling my legs. She takes hold of my penis with both hands and knee-walks up my body until the bush at the bottom of her stomach is brushing the underside of it. "Say goodby to your virginity, Superman," Lois says. "You're about to get fucked." She raises up on her knees and bends me down, pushing my tool into her crotch. She rubs the head of my manhood back and forth in her furrow. I can feel the lips of her sex part and slide along me. She pushes me back a little farther, and I feel the head notch in the opening of her channel. "Oooh," Lois says, "that feels good!" She begins to let her weight down, pressing me up inside her body. I only go about an inch into her before she stops and raises up again, rolling her hips. "Wow," she says, "it's big!" "Tell me about it," says Sonia. "I like to choked on it." Lois presses downward again and I slide up into her a little farther this time. She has a frowning look of concentration on her face. She keeps hunching forward a little at a time, pulling back slightly, and then pushing farther. Her channel seems very tight, despite lots of lubrication from both of us. "God!" Lois says, "what a monster." I'm about halfway in. Lois is determined to get it all, though. She pulls back slightly and then slams her hips down, forcing another two inches into her. She does the same thing again and then again. Then she just lets herself go completely and slides all the way down. I feel her pubic mound touch and then press against mine. "Ahhhhgh," she grunts, "that's not a cock, it's a telephone pole. God, I've never felt anything like it. I'm stretched so wide I could split. And it's way up inside me." "Does it hurt?" asks Sonia, a little alarmed. "Oh, no," Lois says. "It's wonderful. It's everything I ever dreamed." After pausing a while to get used to me, Lois draws back and slides most of my penis out of her, then sinks back down onto me, wriggling from side to side and swiveling her hips around and around. I have been passive until now, but this time I push back, helping to bury myself in her. "Oh, yes," she moans, "just like that. Oh, Superman, yes! Fuck me with that monster cock. Give it to me, baby!" She begins to move up and down steadily now, and I respond, pulling back when she does and then pressing up to meet her downward thrusts. I am overwhelmed by the feeling of her tight channel squeezing the entire length of my rock-hard manhood. Compared to the previous mouth job from Wendy and Sonia, this is like a tight, slippery glove sliding down over my upright tool, clinging tightly to me as it slips up and down. I never dreamed it would feel like this. Lana, who has been lying beside us watching, gets up on her knees and works her panties down over her hips, then moves up next to my head. Turning toward Lois, she straddles my face. "C'mon, Superman," Lana says, "you can handle more than one at a time. Lick my pussy." I can see her sex right above me and, for the first time, smell the scent of an aroused woman. Lana lowers herself onto my mouth. Tentatively, I poke my tongue up and touch her sex. Lana wiggles back and forth, and I push my tongue between the lips. "Lick my clit, Superman," she instructs. "It's that bump right near the top of my pussy." I know what a clitoris is, but I've never touched one. Experimentally, I lap my tongue around the region she has indicated and feel a fleshy, slick little nub. "Oooh, yeah," says Lana. "That's the right spot. Lick it for me, baby." I begin to work my tongue around on the bump, which seems to swell in response. Above me, Lana wraps her arms around Lois, who has been riding me constantly during this. They are pressed together, breast to breast. I think they are kissing. "Don't leave me out," complains Wendy. She takes my hand and wriggles around on the bed until she brings it into contact with her sex. She has apparently found time to remove her panties, since I touch nothing but hair and naked flesh. "Finger me," she says. "Put your finger up inside me." I do as she tells me, sliding my middle finger up into her tight channel. On my other side, Sonia takes my other hand and, without saying a word, makes it clear that she wants the same treatment. I oblige her. Now I am pinned beneath four writhing women. Lois is bucking up and down on my penis like a person possessed, moaning and panting and making little cries of passion. My rod is plunging in and out of her, although I feel far from another orgasm, thanks to the earlier work of Wendy and Sonia. Lana is grinding her womanhood onto my face, making it hard to breathe, but I keep on licking dutifully at her little bump. Sonia and Wendy are wrapped around my arms, hunching on and off my fingers. It is strange to think that only a few moments ago, I was completely inexperienced sexually. But I am beginning to get tired of my passive role, now. These women are having sex with... no, FUCKING... me, but I'm not doing much. I feel like I want to do more, to be more actively involved, to take charge. With a quick move, I pull my fingers out of Wendy and Sonia and free my arms. Reaching up, I grab Lana around the waist and lift her straight up in the air, then set her on the bed over my head. All three women squeal as they realize what I'm doing. That leaves Lois. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her down to me, enjoying the feel of her breasts... her TITS... against my chest. With Lois pressed against me, I give a little snap of my torso and bounce off the bed into the air, then roll over and land on Lois with my penis... my COCK... still buried in her PUSSY. Lois gives a little "ooof," but I have controlled the fall so that we land gently. Lana has hardly had time to move and is still kneeling on the bed right in front of me. Raring back from Lois (and driving my cock all the way into her), I pick up Lana again and set her over Lois' face. Her eyes are startled at first, but then they begin to glaze as Lois goes to work on her. I reach out, wrap an arm around Wendy and Sonia and pull them up beside me, flanking Lois. Hugging them in close, I begin to kiss them alternately. Meanwhile, I'm hunching my cock in and out of Lois' pussy. "Mmmmmm," says Sonia between kisses. "All right, Superman!" Lana reaches down with both hands and, grabbing my hair, pulls my head upward across her belly, trying to lift me to her face. I pause for a while to lick and suck her tits, then raise up farther to meet her descending mouth. I push my tongue into her mouth, with the wetness of her pussy still on my face, and she opens to welcome my tongue. I can hear Lois moaning into Lana's pussy. She is hunching up to meet each push of my cock into her. Her movements are increasingly frantic. I think she is going to cum. I speed up my movements, faster and faster, until my prick is moving like a sewing machine needle, pushing in and out of her cunt so fast that it is a blur. "Eeeeeeeee!" Lois screams into Lana's pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmphf!" Her body begins to twitch and jerk like she is having a fit. I push all the way into her and grind my pelvis against her, jamming my cock as deep as it will go. Lois bucks against me, trying to shove her hips up higher and get more of me into her. Lana seems to be losing it, too. She drops her hold on my hair and throws her arms around my neck, kissing me furiously. Then she throws her head back and starts yelling. "Oh, god, yes!" she shouts. "Lick me, lick me. Right there! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Just a little more! Yes! Ohmigod! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Poor Lois is trapped beneath Lana's grinding hips, but she scarcely seems to notice. Indeed, she has her arms wrapped around Lana's legs, pulling her down and her face up to tongue-lash Lana's pussy. The rest of her continues to jerk like someone is zapping her with electric shocks. Finally, she throws her arms to the side, almost smacking Wendy in the face, and collapses. Lana, coming to herself, realizes that she has Lois trapped beneath her. She raises up and falls backward, sprawling across the bed. Both of them seem completely exhausted. I look at Wendy and Sonia, both of whom are regarding me with awe and perhaps a little fear. I pull my prick out of Lois. It is slick and glistening with her juices. It is also still hard as a rock, jutting out and curving up slightly toward my belly. "Well," I say, "are you girls ready for your turn?" Wendy hesitates a second, then gulps and nods her head. Sonia has no doubts. "Hell, yes, I'm ready," she says. "I've been wet since I got up this morning and, after watching this, I think I'll die if I don't get some relief SOON!" She reaches out and takes my cum-slick cock in her hand. "I want this fucker in me NOW!" Sonia tries to pull me toward her, but her hand slips off. So she just lays back across the bed, her knees toward me, and spreads them wide, showing me her pink, glistening pussy. I look at her, then at Wendy. "I've got an idea," I say. ""Why don't you lay on top of Sonia." Wendy isn't sure what I want, but she's willing. She crawls toward Sonia on her hands and knees, then looks back at me for guidance. I put my hands on her butt and urge her forward. Wendy moves on top of Sonia and leans down to give her a kiss, which Sonia returns enthusiastically. I press down on Wendy's back, and she stretches out on top of her friend. I knee-walk up between their legs. I can see the angle is not quite right for Sonia, though, so I lift them both up with one hand and, reaching underneath them, grab Lois' leg and drag her across the bed so that she is perpendicular to and under them. Then I let the two girls down across Lois. Sonia's back arches over Lois' torso. Her pussy is raised up off the bed, presenting an inviting target, with Wendy's just above it. Lois hardly reacts to all this. She seems dazed. Moving up again, I guide my cock to Sonia's slit and push forward. The head goes in but soon meets resistance when the wider shaft tries to enter her tight channel. I pull back a little and then start working my way into her with short, hunching moves. Sonia spreads her legs wide and, worming her hands between her body and Wendy's spreads the lips of her pussy to help me get in. Gradually, I penetrate deeper and deeper. "Ohhhhh," Sonia moans, breaking away briefly from Wendy's kisses. "Oh, what a cock. Oh, yes! Yes, push it in me. I want it. I want it all. Come on, Superman, get it in. Yes, yesssss!" Soon I'm buried to the hilt in Sonia's fuckhole. With one hand, I reach down and push a thumb into Wendy's snatch. She wriggles on top of Sonia, working her hips around as I press my thumb into her. Slowly, reluctantly, I withdraw from Sonia, pausing a moment with just the head of my dick inside her. Then I pop it out, pull my thumb out of Wendy, and point my cock at her hole. Pushing forward, I discover that Wendy is even tighter than Sonia. But she's also wetter and, with persistence and repeated back and forth moves, I finally get it all the way in. "Jesus," says Wendy, as I'm working into her. "At last! I've wanted that cock so much. Oh, it's so big. But don't stop, Superman. Please. Keep going. Give it to me. Give me your cock. That's it. All the way." Once I'm in, I fuck back and forth several times, plowing her furrow with slow, steady moves. Soon, my cock is well lubricated from her pussy juice, and I can slip in and out of Wendy without difficulty. Then I pull out and, lowering my aim, slide back into Sonia. She is slick, too, and this time my cock slips in much more easily. I fuck her a couple of times and then start alternating between the two, giving each a series of humps before withdrawing and switching to the other. The two women are moaning together and kissing each other passionately. I speed up my thrusts, although not as fast as I went with Lois, and begin humping them hard enough to cause audible smacks as my stomach slaps against Wendy's fanny. Wendy's bunghole is right in front of me. I pop my thumb into my mouth to wet it, tasting Wendy's pussy juice on it, and then slide it between her asscheeks and begin to push it up her back channel. "Oh, god!" Wendy moans. "Yes! Stick it up my ass. Ow! Ow! No, don't stop. It doesn't hurt that much. Go on. Push it in there." My cock is in Sonia now, but my thumb is buried in Wendy's butt. She pushes her hips back, taking my thumb all the way up her ass, waggling around on it. I pull out of Sonia and shove my cock into Wendy's pussy, so that both her holes are filled. "Oh, yes!" she cries, "both of them. Fuck my ass and my pussy. Oh, god, yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I'm rotating my thumb in Wendy's butt while plowing back and forth in her snatch. Then I switch back to Sonia again and fuck her for a while. Lana has sat up on the bed and is watching us. Lois, trapped beneath the two bodies, is just lying there. While I'm buried in Sonia, she starts to cum, twisting underneath Wendy and rocking back and forth. "Oh, jesus, jesus, jesus," she moans. "I'm gonna cum. Give me that cock, Superman. Sock it in there. Yes, like that! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'm...I'm...I'm cumming!" Sonia shrieks and clutches at Wendy's back, humping her hips up at me to get as much of my prick as she can. I slam in and out of her, giving her all I can. Then, sensing she's past the peak, I pull out and stick my cock into Wendy. "Oh, no," cries Sonia, "don't go." But it is too late. I'm buried in Wendy now, and she's starting to cum, too. "Ummmmmphf, ummmmphf," Wendy grunts as her cum hits her. I still have my thumb in her ass. I press it forward all the way and rotate it inside her butt. My cock is slapping in and out of her pussy. "Ah, god!" she cries. "Yes, fuck me hard! I'm cumming, too! Yes, yes!" Wendy lowers her head and kisses Sonia deeply again. Her pussy is pressed to Sonia's and grinds against her clit. Sonia is humping back up at her, rubbing her cunt against Wendy's. When the two begin to quiet down, I slowly withdraw my prick from Wendy. It's as hard as before, perhaps harder. "Well," I say, "you all seem to be taken care of. But look at me. What am I going to do now?" Lana looks at me. "I've got an idea," she says, "and it's my turn. I'm the only one who hasn't had your cock in me. But I want it in a special place." She rolls off the bed and walks to the head, then leans over it, her ass raised up in the air. "Come over her behind me, Superman." I do as she instructs. "Now," Lana says, "stick that big cock of yours up my ass." I'm startled by the suggestion. I know that's what gay men do, but do men and women do it, too? "Are you sure?" I ask. "I'm pretty big. Won't it hurt?" "I expect it to," Lana says, looking back over her shoulder at me. "I expect it to be the biggest thing I've ever had up there. But I want it. I don't care if it hurts. I want you to fuck my ass with that big thing." "Wait," says Lois, finally returning to the living. "You're gonna need some lubrication, baby." She struggles out from underneath Wendy and Sonia. She climbs off the bed and wobbles over to her purse, which is in one of the corners. She reaches into it and pulls out a tube of some kind of lotion. "Here," Lois says, "this should help." She flips open the cap and squeezes some white cream onto her palm, then puts the tube on the bed and spreads the lotion between her hands. Then she reaches down and wraps her hands around my cock, spreading the lotion all over it. Her hands and the slippery lotion feel great. "You'd better grease up Lana's butt, too, Superman," she says, nodding toward the tube. I pick up the lotion and squeeze some onto my fingers. "Work it into her butt," Lois says. "She's going to need all the help she can get if she's going to take this log up her ass." I slip my fingers between Lana's asscheeks and wipe the lotion off onto the tight pucker of her anus. Using my thumb, I press some of the lotion into Lana's butt. It goes in surprisingly easy. Her little ass pucker is tight, but not nearly as tight as Wendy's was. I have a feeling this will not be a first for Lana. My thumb slides slowly into her butt. "Ummmmm," says Lana. "Oh, yes. That feels good." I withdraw my thumb and squeeze some more cream out right onto her asshole, then poke it up into her. Lois is standing next to us and uses her hands to hold Lana's cheeks apart. I push my thumb all the way in and rotate my wrist, working it around inside Lana. "That's right, Superman," Lois says. "Stretch her. She's going to have to be loose to take your cock in there." I do as she says, pulling and pushing against Lana's ass ring, stretching it as best I can. Lana has her head down resting on her hands. She rolls her hips around, helping me and pushing back to get all of my thumb inside her. Lois takes the tube of lotion from me squeezes more onto her palm, and anoints my rampant prick again. "Are you ready, Lana?" she asks. "Yes," Lana says. "Go ahead. Put it in me." Lois spreads Lana's cheeks again, and I move up close, holding my cock in my fist. I center the head at her asshole and nudge forward. The tight iris opens slightly, but there is more resistance than I had expected. Of course, my cock is more than a little bigger than my thumb. "Push it in slowly, Superman," says Lois. "It'll be hard at first. But go slow or you might hurt her." I press forward more resolutely and watch as the tight ring slowly spreads. I grip my cock firmly to keep it from bending and push a little harder. The head goes in farther and then pops past the clutching circle of muscle, which contracts around the slightly narrower place just behind the head. "Ow!" Lana cries. "Oh, god, stop a second. Don't go any farther." She puts a hand back against my thigh. I wait impatiently, eager to plunge my throbbing cock into Lana's butt. I feel like I want to jam it into her in one forceful, overpowering plunge, but I can tell it would hurt her badly if I do. After a moment, Lana pulls her hand away. "Okay," she says, "that's better now. I can take a little more, I think." I begin to press forward again. Lois is still holding Lana's ass cheeks apart for me, so I can see my prick slowly inching into her butthole. "Oh, god, go slow," Lana begs. "It's so goddamn big! Take it easy, honey. Just a little at a time." I go as slowly as I can. Although it clearly is painful to her, Lana holds firm, keeping her butt raised high and not shrinking away. I get about a third of the way in before she asks me to stop again. "Wait," she whimpers. "It's so big. It's huge! My god, I can't believe how much I want it. It feels like it's tearing me apart." Lana's fists are clenched, and she's panting. Then she takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh. "Okay," she says. "I can take more now. Go slow. But give me some more." I push forward again. "God! Oh, god! Yes, slow. Like that. Push it in me. Give me that cock." I'm more than half way in, now. I pull back for the first time and then push forward again. I go deeper and deeper up her butt. Lana's anus is spread wide around the thickest part of my shaft, stretched to a pale pink that is hardly different in color from her ass cheeks. "Awwwww," Lana moans. "Oh, god. Oh, yes. Oh, what a feeling. Let me have it all. Ooooh, fuck! What a pole! Push your cock in me, Superman. Fuck my ass!" Slowly, I sink my dick all the way up her butt. My pelvis snugs up between the cheeks of her ass. I take hold of her hips and pull her back onto me. Lois pulls her hands out of the way. "Oh, jesus fucking christ," Lana says. "Oh, I can't believe it. I'm so full. I've never felt anything like it. Ummmmmm. Yes, that's wonderful. It's so good. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass, honey. Give it to me now." I draw out most of the way and then sink my cock back into Lana's asshole in one steady plunge. I root around, waggling it inside her butt. Then I pull back and start sliding in and out of Lana's ass channel, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Lois goes around us and climbs onto the bed. She sits on her butt and scoots up toward Lana's head with her legs spread. When her pussy bumps Lana's head, Lana looks up. Without being prompted, she buries her face in Lois' sex. Lois leans back on her hands, her head thrown back, as Lana tongues her. I'm really humping Lana now. I'm shoving my rigid cock up her tight asshole with forceful lunges that smack against her cheeks. I pull back part way and give her some rapid in and out moves, then sink back into her and fuck away. Lana is moaning and whimpering into Lois' cunt. At first, she just held still to meet my lunges. Now, she's pushing back each time I press my dick into her ass and pulling away when I draw back. She's fucking me back, taking all of my cock up her butthole. Lois doesn't last long. Lana has only been eating her a short time when Lois starts crying and whipping her head back and forth. She hunches her pussy up to Lana's mouth and cries out. "Ahhhhhhh! I'm cumming!" she cries. "Eat my pussy, baby! Lick it! Yes! Yes!" Her arms buckle and Lois collapses back onto the bed, jerking and moaning. Lana keeps her head buried in Lois' slit. But she's moaning constantly now, and her orgasm is rapidly building. This time, I'm ready, too. After all this sex, my balls feel heavy. I can feel them twitching, drawing up against my body. Suddenly, a bolt of energy shoots through me. My cum starts somewhere around my toes and blasts up my legs, into my groin and out the end of my cock. I slam up against Lana, burying myself all the way into her butt, and shoot jet after jet of spunk up her asshole. Lana has lost it, too. "Oh my god!" she cries. "Yes! I'm cumming. Oh, fuck my ass, baby! Give it to me. Give it to me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ahhh, god! Yes!" Lana pitches forward just as I'm pulling back, and my cock pops out of her ass. A spurt of cum shoots across her back, leaving a streak across her hair and landing on Lois' stomach. A final jet follows, landing in the middle of Lana's back. I sink down to my knees, exhausted. For a time, nobody moves. There is no sound but our labored breathing. Finally, Lois rolls over and pushes herself up to a sitting position. "Wow," she says. "That was really something. Maybe we could do this again sometime." "Okay," I say. "But I don't think you'll have to trap me with Kryptonite the next time. I could get to like this." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Super Trick' by Titmouse. Story 14 Author's Note: I devoured Superman comics when I was a boy. As I grew older, I came to think he was pretty silly for not using his super powers to greater advantage when it came to females. The very least he could have done was use his x-ray vision to LOOK. But he was always such a goody-goody that I imagined he'd have to be coerced into using his rod of steel. I think I'm supposed to acknowledge that Superman, Clark Kent, Lois Lane and Lana Lang are the property of DC Comics or whatever corporate entity now owns the rights. No harm intended and no money made from this parody. Wendy and Sonia are my invention. --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. Send messages to [email protected] and put 'Titmouse' somewhere in the subject line. Anything else will be deleted automatically.

T03 Riding Double {Titmouse} (mmf,teens,reluc) ---------------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things may offend you, quit reading now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Riding Double by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved "Get her hands, Mike!" Ken said, and grabbed Patty's ankles. "What are you doing?" she cried, and kicked her feet. Ken got one ankle, and while he was trying for the other and dodging Patty's free foot, I grabbed her arm on the opposite side. She tried to hit me, so I scooted behind her. I got both my arms locked around hers and held her that way. Ken climbed up her legs and sat on them. "Don't do this, Ken," Patty said. "I'll never forgive you." She turned to me. "And I'm surprised at you, Mike. This is nothing but rape." "Oh, come on, Patty," I said. "You know you don't mean it. You screwed the whole club last week!" "And Eric had to go and open his big mouth!" "That was because he was the only one who didn't get to," Ken said. "He was just mad." "I don't care," Patty said. "I told you it would never happen again if somebody told, and I meant it. You should have kept him shut up." "We tried, Patty," I told her. "And we've all voted to throw him out because he talked." "I don't care what happened," she said. "All I know is that the word is out, and that's a big, big pain. So you guys had your shot. That's all there is. That's all there ever will be." Ken didn't say anything. He just reached out and grabbed her tit. "Goddamn it, Ken, stop it!" Patty cried. "Get your hands off me and keep them off." Ken ignored her and went on feeling her breast. "Shut up, Patty. There are two of us and only one of you. You can yell your head off and nobody will hear you here. If you try to get us in trouble, there's four guys who will swear you screwed us one after the other last Wednesday at the clubhouse, and it would be the truth. We've already decided we're gonna do it, so you might as well relax and enjoy it." He put a hand on the other breast, squeezing and kneading them both. Patty whimpered, but didn't say anything. Ken reached up and unfastened the top button of Patty's blouse. "No," she said, but it carried no conviction. Ken undid another button, and then another. Patty's heaving chest gave me glimpses of her bra-encased tits as the blouse came undone. When Ken finished the buttons, the blouse hung half open. Patty's heavy breasts showed in middle. Ken pushed the blouse away to either side of her mounds. The white bra covered most of her tits, but it was still sexy. Ken put his hands back on her breasts again, cupping and stroking them. "Hold her," he said, and reached around Patty's back, under her blouse. He got his hands on the bra clasp but couldn't loosen it. Patty threw herself back against me, forcing her back against my chest and giving Ken no room to work on the tricky catch. "All right," he said. He pulled his hands out and grabbed the bra with both hands. He jerked down on the material and it tore down to the heavier bottom seam. He changed his grip, yanked it again, and the last seam parted. "Oh, goddamn it, Ken. You ruined my bra!" Patty cried. "Don't make me tear anything else, then," Ken said. He pulled the two halves of the bra aside, revealing her splendid tits. Patty was pretty enough, but her tits were her best feature. There was a line across them from her summer at the beach, but it was not sharp, and it was clear she had spent at least part of the time sunbathing topless. Ken cupped them in his hands and ran his palms over her nipples. I saw them stiffen. Like it or not, he was getting to Patty. Ken dipped his head and kissed first one, then the other of the tits. He sucked at the nipples, leaving them wet and distended. He moved his hands to the button of her cutoff jeans. Patty tried to jerk away from him, but Ken had her legs pinned and I had her arms, so there was nothing she could do. Ken got the button unfastened and pulled down the zipper. Sliding backward on her legs, he put his hands on either side of her shorts and pulled them down. At first, Patty struggled, but then she realized her twisting and turning was only helping Ken. She locked her ankles instead. "Patty," said Ken, reasonably, "don't be so difficult. You know we're going to fuck you. You know you're going to like it. So what are we fighting about?" Patty said nothing. Ken slipped down her legs until he was sitting on her ankles. "When I get her legs apart, stick a foot between them," he told me, grabbed her legs and slipped off her. Patty started to fuss again, but between the two of us we managed it, although we flopped around quite a bit first. Ken managed to pin one foot and then used both hands to pry her other foot away from it. I got a foot between Patty's thighs, which held long enough for Ken to get a knee between her legs, facing her feet. He tugged at feet and shorts until he finally got one foot free of them, which was all that mattered. From that point, he turned around again and used his greater weight and strength to force his torso between Patty's legs. Ken put his hand on her cunt. He rubbed his middle finger along it for a while, then bent the knuckle and pushed the fingertip into her cunt. "Who do you think you're kidding?" he told Patty. "Your cunt's sopping wet. You're all heated up, aren't you?" Patty didn't say anything, but the ease with which Ken worked his finger into her was answer enough. I was sitting behind Patty, holding her arms, with my legs stretched forward around her, my back against the sofa. I could see Ken's middle finger pumping in and out of Patty's cunt. The dark lips stretched outward when he pulled his finger back, as if reluctant to let it go. With his middle finger buried in her cunt, Ken put his thumb just inside the top of Patty's slot, in the little pocket of skin where the lips joined. He rubbed his thumb around in little circles. Sometimes he rubbed up and down. Then he would return to plunging his finger in and out of her pussy. Patty's breath was coming faster now. She was making little whimpering sounds. Sometimes her whole body jerked when Ken's thumb ran across the lump of her love bump. Ken pulled his finger out of her pussy, put his first finger next to it, and pushed them both into Patty. She gave the smallest little hump of a push back, as if she'd started to respond, caught herself, and stopped. Ken ran his two fingers in and out of Patty's cunt. He looked up at me. "Grab hold of her tits, Mike," he invited. "Keep your arms around her, though." It was true that Patty hadn't fought against the grip I had on her arms for some time. I pulled one arm free and wrapped it around her, then the other. I slid my hands to her tits. Patty moved to one side, but then she pressed back into my hands, lightly but definitely. "Hang on a second," Ken said. He raised to his knees between her legs, keeping his fingers in Patty's pussy, and used his other hand to unfasten his own shorts. He worked them over his hips, the one hand alternating sides and back, pushing his undershorts down at the same time. His cock popped into view. It was bigger than mine, but not much, I was glad to note. It stood out from his dark brown crotch hair at full thrust. Ken got his shorts down as far as his knees and quit. He took his dick in his hand. "See what I've got for you, Patty? You know you like it. It's a big, fat cock, Patty, and it's just for you. I'm going to stick it in your pussy in just a minute. I'm going to fuck you, and then Mike's going to fuck you. And then maybe we'll both fuck you again." Patty looked up at Ken's looming cock. I was more sprawled back than sitting, against the sofa front. With my hands on her tits, I had pulled Patty back with me so that we both were about half-reclined. "I'm going to put it in you now, Patty, and you're going to love it, just like you did last week. You know your pussy's hungry for it. It's all wet and slick around my fingers." Ken pulled the fingers out and thrust them toward her face. "See," he said. He held them up to his nose, sniffed, and then wiped the wetness on Patty's cheeks, once on either side. Grabbing a cushion from the sofa, Ken shoved it under Patty's ass. She raised up for it. He pushed her knees up and out, turning her pussy up. Leaning forward, he grabbed his cock with one hand and poked it at her hole. Patty was no longer fighting. Her legs stayed wide open to Ken's approach, even though his hands were no longer holding them. The head of Ken's prick disappeared into her. Patty gave a soft grunt and arched toward it, stuffing another half inch into her love tube. Ken let go of his cock and, supporting his weight with both hands, slowly sank his cock into her. Our three heads were almost together. I could see down over Patty's shoulder, between her tits to her dark-haired pussy and the shaft of Ken's cock sticking out of it. I watched Ken push in and out of her snatch several times. His prick came out slick and shiny with her cunt juice. Patty was fucking Ken back now. My hands were still on her tits, cupping, lifting, squeezing and pinching her hard little nipples in my fingertips. She hunched upward to meet Ken's cock thrusts, offering her cunt to him, holding her legs wide so that he could push in as deep as possible. "Damn that feels good, Patty," Ken said. "It's the best feeling in the world, don't you think? Feel my cock slip into your pussy. I'm fucking you, just like I said I would. And you like it, just like I said you would." He fucked her rapidly for a while. Patty put her arms around him and fucked back at his penetrating cock, shoving her hips forward to meet his strokes, drawing back, and shoving her cunt at him again. "You like it, don't you, Patty?" Ken insisted. "Don't you?" "Yes," she said. "What do you like?" Patty didn't answer. "Tell me or I stop. Tell me you like to fuck." Ken stopped shoving his fat dick into her eager pussy. "I like to fuck," Patty choked. Ken pushed back into her. "Tell me you like to feel my cock in your pussy." "I like it," Patty said, pushing up to get more of Ken's prick. "I like it when you stick your cock in my pussy. I like it when you push it way in and let me twist around on it." She lifted her legs around him, locking her ankles and using her legs to help Ken's thrusts. She pulled him toward her with her legs, her heels digging into his ass to urge him forward. "That's right, baby," Ken said. "Fuck me back." He looked up at me. "It's going to be your turn soon," he said. "Why don't you get your clothes off. Patty isn't going anywhere." I took my hands off her tits, and Ken put his arms around her back, pulling Patty toward him while I worked my way out from behind her and stood up. While I was taking off shoes, shirt and pants, Ken pulled out of Patty's cunt and turned her around so that the top half of her body was lying on the sofa seat, with her ass pointing out into the room. I could see her pussy from behind, red and wet. "Come on, Mike," Ken said, as I tugged off my undershorts. "Patty's waiting for you. She wants you to come over here and stick your prick in her pussy." He pushed at her legs, making her spread them and displaying her cunt. He shoved a finger into her cunt. "She's nice and wet," Ken said. "Patty likes to fuck, and she wants it now. Don't you, Patty?" She didn't answer, although she rolled her hips around the finger Ken had buried in her cunt. Ken pushed his finger in a deep as he could and waggled in around in Patty's pussy. "You want Mike to fuck you, don't you?" "Y..yes," Patty gasped. Ken's finger was down lower, rubbing around her clit. "Ask Mike to fuck you, Patty," Ken said. "Oh, Ken," she protested. "Ask him," Ken commanded. "Say 'Please fuck me, Mike.'" I went over to them, naked, and knelt behind Patty about a foot away. "Please fuck me, Mike," Patty whispered. "Louder." "Please fuck me, Mike," Patty said. "That's a good girl," Ken said. "Go ahead, Mike, put it in her." He pulled his hand out of Patty's pussy and put it on her back, not holding her, but stroking it. I crawled up closer, cock in hand, and pushed against her. It took me several tries to find the spot, but when I did my prick slid right in. Ken was right. Patty was slick and wet and ready to be fucked again. I started hunching my cock into Patty from behind, slapping my belly against her buttocks hard enough to make them quiver. Ken had moved his hand from Patty's back to her face, and she sucked on his finger, the same finger that had been in her cunt a moment before. Ken took Patty by the shoulders and turned her toward him, pulling her off the sofa and onto his lap. Her face wound up only inches from his cock, which stuck up into the air since he had not cum. I stayed inside Patty as she turned, holding her by the hips to pull her back onto my prick. "Watch this, Mike," Ken said. "Come on, Patty, suck it for me. Take my cock into your mouth. Suck my dick." I'd heard of cocksucking, but I'd never seen it. While I pumped into her from behind, Patty reached up a hand to Ken's prick and grasped it by the base. She stretched her head forward and stuck it into her mouth. It felt good just to watch it happen. Ken rolled his eyes at me. Patty started to raise and lower her head, her mouth sliding up and down Ken's prick. Meanwhile, I was pushing mine in and out of her cunt. She rolled her hips around and around on it, sometimes pushing back and forth to fuck along with me. Ken laid back on his elbows and let Patty work on his cock. She seemed to enjoy it. She licked it; she sucked hard on the top of it, hollowing her cheeks, She pumped her head up and down on it, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slowly, teasingly, lasciviously. "You're doing a good job, Patty," Ken told her. "I like the way your mouth wraps around my cock. Use your tongue more. That's it. That's it. Oh, keep it up, baby. You're going to make me cum." Patty hesitated. "Don't stop, baby," Ken said. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. You'll like it, too." He fucked his cock up into Patty's passive mouth, shoving it in and pulling it out. "Put your hand up higher," he said. "Put it up next to your mouth and squeeze on me as my prick goes into your mouth." Ken took her right hand and guided it up to his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it, covering her hand with his to show her what he wanted. Patty seemed to get the idea. Ken lay back on his elbows again, and concentrated on pushing his prick in and out of her mouth. I was fucking Patty's cunt while this was going on, but my attention was really on the blowjob she was giving Ken. Was she really going to let him cum in her mouth? It wasn't long before I had my answer. Ken gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, and pumped into her mouth a little faster. "Oh yes, honey!" he said, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now." His body started jerking and twitching. He shoved his hips forward, forcing his dick deep in her mouth. Patty made a strange noise, a gulping, gobbling sound and pulled her head back off Ken's cock just in time to catch a load of cum right in her face. Ken quickly put his hand behind her head and pulled her back down onto his prick. Patty came back willingly, as if she'd only been caught by surprise, and resumed sucking on the still-spurting prick. I could hear her swallow again, but more spilled out of her mouth around Ken's cock and joined the cum dripping down her face. Patty sucked on the head of the prick and jacked it off into her mouth. Watching Ken cum in Patty's mouth was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It turned me on as much as the sensation coming from my own cock that was pushing in and out of Patty's cunt. The combination got to me, and I could sense that I was going to cum, too. Patty sensed it, too, and concentrated on fucking me back, holding onto Ken's prick and giving it an occasional kiss. But now most of her attention was on me and the cock that I was shoving into her. She hunched back at me, wanting it as much as I did. " You cum, too, Mike," Patty said. "Shoot your cum in my pussy. I want you to cum in me. I want to feel you do it." "Let Mike cum in your mouth, too, Patty," Ken said. "Do it to him." He pulled her forward, off my cock, and then pushed her head toward me. "Go ahead," he said. "Blow him." Ken looked at me, kneeling with cock sticking out into nothing. "Sit up on the couch, Mike. Let her mouth-fuck you. It's great, and Patty does it real good." Patty crawled up onto my knees, her breasts pressing into my thighs, which felt pretty good already. Her face had streaks of Ken's cum running down it. She took my cock in both hands, one above the other, and jacked them up and down in the slickness of her own pussy juice. That felt good, too. Then she kissed the end and pushed her mouth down over the head of my cock. She pulled away her top hand and took my prick deep into her throat until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She moved her head up and down slowly, rolling my cock in her mouth and wetting it with her tongue. She moved her hand up next to her mouth and made a tunnel through which my cock had to slip before it plunged into the warm wetness of her active mouth. It felt entirely different than fucking her cunt. It was warm and slippery, but that was about all that was the same. My cock pushed through Patty's squeezing fingers that slid down to the base of my cock with each inward stroke, stimulating the thick stem that her lips could not reach. The head emerged from her hand and forced its way through the tight ring of Patty's lips, which pressed at my prick as I slid into and out of her mouth. Inside, her tongue was lively, rubbing the underside of my cock and moving it around in her mouth. Her cunt, though it could grip my cock, could not suck on it, twist around it, kiss and lick and nibble on it like Patty's mouth did. And it couldn't drink my cum and swallow it. "That's right, Patty, make him cum," Ken said. "Make him shoot his cum in your mouth." She was going to do just that. As she had with Ken, she held only the head of my prick in her mouth, sucking on it, and pumped her hand up and down on my cock, jacking me off into her mouth. Her fingers flew up and down the shaft, squeezing it, urging it, tickling it. I felt the cum dash up from my balls. Patty knew what to expect this time, and didn't lose a drop. My cum boiled out of my prick and shot into her mouth. She swallowed and kept jacking me off, twisting around on the head of my cock and rubbing her rough tongue against the underside. I shot into her several times again, and she took it all, urged me to cum more with her mouth and hands, sucked at my cock and pushed it as deep into her mouth as possible, swallowed my cum and pulled at me for the last jets of it. Patty hadn't cum and was still horny. When she let go of my now limp cock, she grabbed Ken's. He let her fondle it, laying beside her, kissing her, holding her up against him so that her large, soft tits pressed against his naked chest. He slipped a finger into her pussy and pushed it in and out of Patty's cunt. She fucked her pussy up onto his finger, humping at his hand and forcing his finger deep inside her. Ken pressed his hand forward, getting it in deep, and waggled in inside her pussy. After a while of this, he rolled Patty onto her back and slid down her body. Ken pushed her knees wider apart, and stuck his head between her legs. He put his mouth right on her pussy, sticking his tongue into her. Patty moaned and grabbed his head with her hands, holding him against her. Ken licked his tongue along her cunt, plowing between the lips that glistened wetly with his saliva and her pussy juice. He put the tip of his tongue on her clit and lashed it back and forth. His mouth closed over her cunt, but, from the way Patty whipped her head back and forth, it was clear that his tongue was still hard at work on her clit. Patty was moaning almost continuously, shuddering under Ken's probing, licking tongue, and breathing hard and fast. I thought she was going to cum, but Ken pulled his head back. "Oh, please," she said, "don't stop!" "What?" he asked, acting surprised. "Do you want something?" "You know I do," Patty said. "Don't tease me." "What do you want, Patty?" Ken asked. "I want to cum," she said softly. Ken cocked his head as if to hear better. "What?" "I want to cum," Patty repeated, louder. "Please make me cum, Ken." "Could you cum if I fucked you, Patty?" he asked her. She nodded her head. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded her head again, stronger. "Then you'll have to ask me for it," he told her. Patty was playing with herself in desperation. She pushed her middle finger into her pussy, wiggled it around inside herself, and then pulled it out, wet with her own sex fluids. She put one long-nailed finger on her clit, and rolled it around and around. "Please," Patty said. "Please what?" "Please fuck me." "You want me to put my cock in your pussy?" Ken asked. When Patty wagged her head again, he said "You'll have to ask me." "Please put your cock in my pussy, Ken," Patty wailed. "Please fuck me. Put it in me, please. Please. I want your cock. I need someone to fuck me. I'm so hot and horny. I want to cum. Fuck me, Ken, or you, Mike. Fuck me and make me cum." I was all for it. If Ken wouldn't, I was willing. Patty's glistening cunt seemed to call to me. "Will you do anything I tell you?" Ken asked her. "Yes!" Patty cried. "Will you let me stick my cock into you any place I want to?" "Yes!" Patty cried. "Will you let Mike do anything he wants to? Will you let him poke his cock into you?" "Yes," she cried, "I'll do it. Just please fuck me. Please fuck me now. Don't make me beg any more. Somebody put their cock in me and fuck me and make me cum." "OK," said Ken, looking at me, "we're both going to fuck her, at the same time." I wasn't sure what he meant. Hadn't we already fucked Patty at the same time-- Ken in her mouth and me in her cunt? But Ken's ideas had been good so far, so I was happy to go along. "Come over here, Patty," he said. "Climb on top of me and put your cunt on my prick." He laid back on the floor, pulling Patty by her arms. She moved up over him, straddling his legs and walking on hands and knees up along Ken's body. He pulled her face to his and kissed her. Their mouths were open, and I could seem them licking at each other with their tongues. Ken reached down with one hand and grabbed his prick. He held it in Patty's crack and pumped up and down, rubbing his cock along her pussy and up between her asscheeks. Patty squirmed against his cock, pushing back against it. Lowering the head of his prick, Ken fed it into Patty's cunt. His cock had dried, so it didn't go in her easily. He got the head lodged within her pussy lips, and slowly fucked it up into Patty's hole. He made little short shoves up into her, while Patty rolled her hips around, working his cock in circles, lubricating it, pushing herself down onto Ken's cock as her pussy juice coated it and let it slip deeper in. At last, he got it all in her. Patty crouched over Ken's body, hunching her hips to drive his cock as deep as possible. Then she started lifting her hips, sliding the tube of her cunt up and down his long cock, dancing on his pole. "OK, Mike," Ken said. "Now, you stick your cock up her ass." "Oh, no," Patty cried. "Don't let him do that to me. Please don't! I can't let him put his prick in my ass. It's too small to take a cock. Let me blow him, instead. Come on up here, Mike, and let me blow you." I didn't want her to blow me. I'd never thought of sticking my cock up a girl's ass, but as soon as Ken said it, I knew that was what I wanted to do. Patty's ass was pointed right at me, and Ken's hands were pulling her asscheeks apart, showing me her asshole. It twitched, winking at me, as Patty thought about taking a prick up her ass and shuddered. "You're gonna do it, Patty." Ken said. "I won't let you break your promise. You said Mike could fuck you anywhere he wanted. Do you want to fuck her in the ass, Mike?" "I'm gonna fuck her in the ass whether she wants me to or not," I answered. "Go get the Vaseline in the bathroom," Ken told me. "You'll need some grease." I went to get it and came back quickly. Ken was whispering in Patty's ear, crooning to her, and steadily feeding her his cock, pushing it up into her pussy, holding her by the ass and working her hips back and forth on his prick. "You'll like it, Patty, really you will," Ken was telling her. "It'll hurt a little at first, but I'll make him go slow until you get used to it. Then you'll see. It'll start to feel good like nothing else does. It will feel real sexy. And I'll be fucking you in the cunt at the same time. Mike will have his cock in your ass and I'll have mine in your pussy, and the two pricks will drive you absolutely wild. And you'll cum, Patty, you'll cum like you never have before." I was kneeling there beside them, Vaseline in hand, uncertain of what to do. "Grease her asshole, Mike," Ken told me. "Get it on your finger and work it up into her ass. Use a lot of it and work it all round in there. Don't be afraid to poke your finger in her. It'll loosen her up and make it easier on her when you stick your cock in." Ken continued to pork his thick cock into Patty's pussy. He was doing all the moving, holding her still. I took a gob of Vaseline on my finger and put it on Patty's asshole. It twitched away from me, but I put my finger on the puckering ring again and pushed gently, then a little harder. I couldn't get my finger in. Her asshole was too tight. "Relax, Patty," Ken said. "It'll be a lot better if you relax your asshole and let him in. His finger is nothing. Wait until Mike puts his cock in there." I could feel her let go. The tight ring relaxed a little, and although it was still tight around my finger, I was able to push it into her a little. I rotated my finger in Patty's ass, pushing at the sides to open her up. I took my finger out and got another gob of Vaseline. I smeared it all around the little ring, poking my finger into her asshole to push more into her. Stiffening my finger, I pushed it past her ass muscle and up into her clinging ass tube. I kept pushing and working my finger around and back and forth until it was buried all the way in her asshole. I stirred it around in there. Patty didn't seem to mind. Now that my finger slipped easily into her, she was moving again. She hunched forward onto Ken's cock, but each time she drew back she forced my finger up into her asshole. Soon, she was pushing equally hard in both directions, down onto Ken's prick and back up on my finger, driving it into her ass. "Now," Ken said, "Put Vaseline on your cock. Get it all over, all the way down the shaft. And then stick it in her. I'll hold her for you." I did as Ken told me, getting a lot of Vaseline on my fingers and then smearing it all over my prick. I worked it around and then jacked myself off, covering the entire length of it with a slick film. Ken spread his legs, forcing Patty's knees, which straddled him, still wider. I walked on my knees up between Ken's legs, my cock still in hand, until it was within striking range of her asshole. Patty lay still while Ken fucked up into her. He held her asscheeks apart as I got near. I put the head of my cock on Patty's asshole and pushed forward. "Oh, no," she said, "it's too big!" She tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go, only my cock behind her, ready to penetrate her from the back, and Ken's impaling cock already inside her from the front. "Don't fight it," Ken told her. "Push out with your ass, like you're going to shit." I pushed forward again and gained a little hold in her asshole. Patty tried to get away, but she was already pushed up against Ken as far as possible. I felt her asshole begin to yield to my cockhead. I kept the pressure on, felt my cock slipping gradually into Patty's tight back hole. Then, with a little pop, I pushed through the clenching ring that guarded her asstube and felt it grip tightly around the shaft of my prick. "Oh, Jesus, it hurts!" Patty cried. "Please, don't put it in any farther. That's all I can take. It hurts too much." I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted to fuck her ass. But the incredible feeling from the head of my cock, poked within her asshole and gripped by her twitching ass muscle, was impossible to give up. I put just the slightest pressure forward into Patty's ass, moving into her very slowly. Now that the bigger head of my prick was in her, there was less resistance to my slow penetration. Gradually, I probed deeper into her asshole, pushing my way into her butt. "Go slow, Mike, please," Patty begged, although I was going as slow as I could. "It's not so bad, now. I can stand it if you go slow." I was halfway into her. Her ass ring was clenched tightly around the shaft of my cock, pale with the stretching I was giving it. I pulled my hips back, drawing it out to the head, and pushed forward again, back as far as I had been and then deeper. I slid into her more easily, although her ass was still tighter and more resisting that her pussy had been. "It's so fucking big," Patty begged, part complaint and part wonder. "It feels so big going in my ass. It's like a pole shoved up into me. But it doesn't hurt very much." I pulled back a little and shoved the last two inches into her asshole. I buried myself to the hilt in her, the hair around the root of my cock tickling the tightly-stretched skin around Patty's asshole. "Ohmigod! Don't move," Patty whimpered. "It's too big. I can't take it. Just let me lie here a minute." I held still for a few moments, content to feel the clenching pressure of her asstube gripping the prick I had shoved all the way up her butt. Then I began to pull back and slide forward, working my cock slowly in and out of her asshole. The insides yielded to the incoming cock reluctantly, spreading gradually with each thrust to let my prick inside. When I pulled it out for another shove up her asshole, the tight flesh ring clung to my cock and was pulled out away from her body, as if it didn't want to let me go. Patty was soon more comfortable. Ken began to pump his cock into her cunt again, both of us in the same rhythm, in and out, in and out of her cunt and ass at the same time. "That's a lot better now," she admitted. "It feels good now. I can feel you both inside me. It almost kills me when you both push up into me at the same time." Ken and I fucked her vigorously to show her that we liked it, too. I could feel my cock sliding along Ken's, separated only by the flesh wall of Patty's cunt and asstube. "Yes," Patty said. "That feels wonderful. I never thought it would feel so good. Oh, fuck your cocks into me. Shove them in hard. I want to cum, now. Fuck me hard and make me cum. Please." Ken and I set up a steady, pounding rhythm, pushing our way into Patty. She hung between us, twitching back and forth, while we shoved our pricks into her hard and fast. Each time I pushed forward, I slapped against her asscheeks with my stomach and felt my balls swing forward and brush Ken's naked cock outside her body. Patty got more excited with each stroke. "Oooh, that's it. Fuck me," she said. "I want to cum. I need to cum really bad. You can make me cum. Just fuck me, both of you. Shove your cocks into me." Patty hunched down tightly over Ken. I pushed up behind her, sinking my cock into her ass. With a cry, Patty started to cum. She jerked and bucked between us. That's it, she said "Fuck me good. I'm almost cumming. Fuck me hard. Drive your cock into my pussy and my ass." We shoved into her, and Patty started to cum. "Oh, Jeez!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus God, it feels good. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. It's incredible." She jerked and twitched between us, crying with passion and squeezing my cock with her ass muscle. I could feel that I was going to cum, too. I slammed my prick in and out of Patty's ass, shoving it deep into her and then pulling it back out again. Ken's face twisted into a look of pain and he started cumming into Patty's cunt. "Oh, that's it, baby," Patty said, still twitching with the aftershocks of her cum. "Come in me. Shoot it in me. Fuck it out." She shook her hips around on his prick. I could feel Ken's cock jerking inside her cunt, spurting his juice into her. It set me off, too. Patty felt the change and pushed back against me, shoving my cock deep into her asshole. "Yes, Mike, you cum, too. Cum in my ass. Give it to me, honey." I gave it to her. I pounded my prick into her asshole and shot off. My cum blasted out of my cock and into her wildly pumping ass. It filled up her ass and pushed out around the sides of my prick. My knees buckled and I fell to the side, yanking my still leaking cock out of her asshole. Cum dripped out of it, falling onto Ken's crotch and the floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Riding Double' by Titmouse. Story 03 Author's Note: This story is pure fantasy, but it had its genesis in a story told to me by my younger brother. There was a girl who was available to several boys, including my brother and her brother, but not me, unfortunately. I always resented that he got laid before I did. --- I welcome your comments but hate spam. Send messages to [email protected] and put 'Titmouse' somewhere in the subject line. Anything else will be deleted automatically.